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  1. This is another story I thought I would put on here. This is going to take place during Harry's first year at Hogwarts, through to deathly hallows with some differences. With that being said I will try to keep to the original timeline as much as possible, but there will be some difference in it. Chapter 1 Harry Jame Potter was on the train to on the way to start his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was looking forward to learning magic and he was glad it got him away from the Dursley's for the majority of the year. He'd read all of his textbooks in the month before boarding the train and they were very interesting. He had learnt alot in those books and couldn't wait to learn the practical side of the books. He wished he had got to visit the toilet before coming on to the train though, even though he knew there was normally one on the train, he just didnt know where it was. He wasnt desperate, but he was certainly feeling the need to go. 'Is anyone sitting there?' asked a gingered-haired boy who he had seen on the platform. 'No', said Harry shaking his head from his thoughts. 'Can I sit there?' asked the boy. Harry nodded. He wondered whether this boy would be worth making friend with, he hoped so. 'Are you really Harry Potter?' the boy blurted out. Harry nodded. 'Oh I thought it was one of Fred and George's jokes', the boy said. 'No, I'm Harry Potter', Harry said. 'I'm Ron Weasley', said the boy. 'How many brothers do you have?' asked Harry who just wanted to get to the know Ron. 'Five. Bill and Charlie already left school. Percy is the oldest at school now', Ron shrugged. 'What do your brothers do now they've left school?' asked Harry, wondering what wizards did when they left school. 'Charlie works in Romania studying dragons and Bill's in Africa doing something for Gringotts', said Ron. 'Wish I had brothers', Harry said. 'Nah, you dont,' said Ron. 'I'm the sixth one to come here. You don't get anything new either. I have Charlie's old wand and Bills old robes, and Percy's old rat'. Harry didn't know what to say about that so he changed the subject. 'Have you read the textbooks for school?' asked Harry. 'Yeah, didn't have any choice in the matter. My mum made me read them. Not that I took much in mind you', said Ron. 'I read them too', Harry said keeping quite on the fact he had found them enjoyable. 'Bet I'm the worst in the class', he said voicing something that had been troubling him for a while. 'Nah, you won't be. Loads of people come from muggle families and they learn fast enough', said Ron. 'Although it wouldnt matter'. 'Don't suppose it would', said Harry. 'Do you know what house you'll be in?' asked Ron. 'No', said Harry. 'Well none of us do really', said Ron. 'I expect I would be in Gryffindor. All my family is in there. Although I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad and Hufflepuff are alright, but imagine being in Slytherin, I think I would leave, wouldn't you?' 'I don't know. I heard Slytherin has got its bad reputation from only some of the wizards its produced. Voldemort was one', Harry said. Ron gasped. 'You said You-Know-Who's name'. 'Didn't know I shouldn't', said Harry. 'See I have loads to learn'. 'Well you can say his name, but people are scared to. I just thought you of all people...well I suppose you've not really had much to do with things in the wizarding world', Ron said. Harry nodded and told Ron all about only finding out he was a wizard a month ago and having Dudley's cast-offs. '...and I didn't know about You-Know-Who or anything until Hagrid came', Harry finished. 'Blimey', said Ron. 'No wonder you was all alone on the platform'. The compartment door opened and a witch stuck her head through the door. 'Anything from the trolley, dears?' she asked. Harry who had skipped breakfast was starving. He wondered how many Mars Bars and other sweets he could buy that he could actually eat without Dudley snatching any from him. But the trolley didnt have Mars Bars, instead it had, chocolate frogs, liquirice wands, cauldron cake and pumpkin pasties. He brought some of everything and went back to his seat, tipping the contents on his seat. 'Hungry are you?' asked Ron. 'Starving', replied Harry picking up a chocolate frog. 'These arent really frogs, are they?' he asked. 'Nah, its the cards you want. Every chocolate frog has a card inside them, you know, to collect', explained Ron watching Harry unwrap it. It gave a giant leap and dove out of the window. 'Pathetic', said Ron. 'They only have one good jump in them to begin with'. 'Help yourself', said Harry wanting to share with Ron and enjoying being able to do that. Ron helped himself to his own chocolate frog and showed Harry how to catch it to be able to eat it. 'I've got Dumbledore', said Harry looking at the card he had gotten. 'I have about five of him', said Ron. 'Hey, he's gone', exclaimed Harry. 'you can't expect him to hang around all day can you', said Ron. 'You know, in muggle pictures, people stay still', said Harry in shock as Dumbledore sidled back into the card. 'Weird', said Ron. The train ride went on and they enjoyed themselves eating some of the sweets. Harry picked up some Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and opened them. 'You want to be careful with those', warned Ron. 'When they say every flavour they mean every flavour. You get the ordinary ones like chocolate, strawberry, vanilla but you also get ones like, spinach, liver and tripe.' They had fun eating their way through the sweets. They were only interupted by a round faced boy who was looking for his toad. He came back with a girl in tow as Ron was trying to do some magic but before he could even start the spell he was interupted by her. She had a bossy sort of voice and bushy hair with rather large front teeth. 'You doing magic?' she asked taking a seat beside Ron. 'Lets see it then'. Ron cleared his throat and said: Sunshine, daisies butter mellow Turn this stupid, Fat rat yellow There was a flash of bright light and Scabber the rat was jjust sat on Rons lap just as normal as he was before. 'Are you sure that's a real spell?' asked the girl who had introduced herself as Hermione. 'It's not very good is it. I've tried a few simple ones myself and theyve all worked for me'. She said all this very fast. 'For example'. She pointed her wand at Harry's glasses and said, 'Occulus reparo', and they fixed themselves. 'Goodness, your Harry Potter', said Hermione as Harry took off his glasses to examine them and put them back on again. Harry nodded. 'I;ve read all about you. Your in quite a few books you know. Your in Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts', said Hermione. 'Am I?' asked Harry feeling overwhelmed. He had gotten a few extra books for reading so he could get to know what he had done in greater detail, not that he could actually say that. He was beginning to hate being famous. 'Yes, didn't you know', said Hermione. 'I would've found out anything I could if i was you,' she said as she stood up. She told them that they had better get their ribes on before she exited the compartment with Neville trailing behind her. Before they could so mch open their trunks the door opened again and in flanked a pale and pointed-face boy with platnium blonde hair. Harry recognised him immediately from Diagon Alley. After a short discussion they left but not after trying to steal some of Harry's sweets and causing Scabbers to bite one of the boys with him. 'You've met Malfoy before?' asked Ron as he picked up a now sleeping Scabbers. Harry nodded and told him about how he had met Malfoy there. 'I've heard about his family', said Ron darkly. 'Their big supporters of You-Know-Who'. They finally got changed and Hermione walked back again and after a stern look after finding out the mess she went away again as the train started to slow to a stop. Harry was glad he had used the toilet when he had gotten changed after Ron had pointed it out to him, otherwise he would be feeling the need to go again through nerves. The train stopped and they were told to leave their luggage on the train as it was being brought up separately and left the train. 'Firs' years, firs' years this way', called a familiar voice and Harry saw Hagrid's enormous body come into view. They followed him to some boats and crossed a lake and up to the front doors where Hagrid knocked on the door and they entered behind a woman dressed in green robes, and hair tied into a tight bun.
  2. Hi there! I hope you enjoy some hp omo! Keep in mind that Draco and Harry will be slightly out of character! Draco is very sub and Harry very dom. The ending is cute! Let me know what you think 😄 You can leave suggestions for other drarry omo stories in my other topic! Have a great day! ... Harry and Draco were currently sitting on the couch, watching The Titanic together. Draco was leaning against Harry, while Harry was petting the blonde’s hair softly. It was Harry’s idea to watch this movie together, as Draco hadn’t seen a lot of classics yet. They both absolutely love watching movies together. Every friday night, They would tune in to watch a movie. Harry stood up. “I’m gonna grab use some drinks,” he says while walking to their kitchen. Harry had been doing this all night. They were halfway the movie and Harry is currently getting a third glass of coca cola. He smiles to himself as he is pouring their drinks in. He has a plan in mind. A plan only he knows. For the past few weeks, he has seen how Draco would hold his pee till the end of the movie. Then he would immediately make a dash for it. Something about seeing the slytherin desperate, turned Harry on. He googled what this could mean and quickly found out about this certain kink. After doing some research, he wants to see Draco wet himself. The only problem is that Draco is quite proper. He doesn’t like to get himself all dirty. Their sex isn’t really dirty too. It is more tender and soft. Not that Harry minds, he loves it. But something about this certain kink has made him really turned on. He figures that maybe he should just try it without mentioning it to Draco. Maybe he will like it after. With that thought, Harry walks to the couch again and hand Draco his drink. Draco snuggles up to Harry again while fully concentrating on the movie. An half hour and a drink and a half later, Harry starts to notice some shifts in the blonde’s position. He is sitting more stiffly and his thighs are pressing against each other slightly. He probably has to pee by now, Harry thinks. He himself feels a growing need as well, but he promised himself that he would wait till the end of the movie. After an hour, the movie finally finishes. Harry glances over to Draco, who is sitting very uncomfortable. He has his legs crossed tightly and he looks to be concentrating. Harry knows he has to be fast, seeing that Draco stood up and is making his way towards the bathroom. As soon as the movie ends, Draco stands up. He thinks that the movie was absolutely amazing. But with all the water in the movie and all the drinks in his own body, he got a pressing urge to deal with As soon as he stands, he has to cross his legs again, as a sharp urge overthrows him. Merlin, he has to pee badly. He quickly walks over to the bathroom, but before he can hop in, Harry does. Draco had noticed how Harry’s been shifting around on the couch, probably needing to pee as well. Draco sighs as he hops from foot to foot impatiently. He really has to go badly. He has never needed to pee that badly before in his life. He always holds throughout movie nights, but never did he drink this much. He groans slightly when he hears Harry’s pee hitting the bowl. The sound only makes his own need worser. Another sharp urge hits him and he quickly shots his hand between his thighs before he can leak. When the urge passes, he pulls away his hand, disappointed for holding himself as a little kid. Harry seems to be taking forever. Harry washes his hands and then opens the door. He immediately sees Draco, scissoring his legs back and forth while slightly hunched over. He smirks a little and goes to stand right before the bathroom door. Draco makes a movie to get past Harry but Harry doesn’t move. “Harry, I really need to pee, let me in.” Harry is quite surprised by this sudden demanding attitude. Usually, Draco is very submissive towards him. Not to mention, a bit shy. The urge to pee must be really bad for Draco if he puts on a demanding attitude. Harry smirks. This is the perfect oppurtunity to play dominant, like he always does in the bedroom. “What is that? Demanding much? That is not very nice of you,” Harry says amused. Draco shifts his position again. “Not now, please. I really got to go,” he begs slightly. Harry shakes his head. “Oh no, dragon. You have been disrespecting me. Clean the plates and the cups, now,” Harry demands. He can’t wait to see Draco struggle to do so. But Draco doesn’t move. Instead, he grabs himself while his face goes red from embarrasement. “Harry, I need to pee very badly. I’ll do anything after, I promise!” He begs. He grabs himself tighter as he scissors his legs again. Harry feels himself getting a boner. Harry shakes his head. “Oh no, you should have thought about that before...” Draco interrups him panicked. “I can’t hold it anymore, please!” “Don’t you fucking dare pee yourself as a little child!” Harry says in an angry tone. He doesn’t want Draco to know that that is actually what he wants. “Then let me in before I wet my trousers!” Harry just shakes his head and looks at his squirming boyfriend. He wonders how much longer he would be able to hold it. Draco whimpers slightly as he hunches over again. Harry gets an idea. “Take off your trousers.” “What?” “Now!” Harry demands. “Or I won’t let you go.” Draco shots the bathroom a longing look and then slowly puts off his trousers, pee dancing in place. He needs to pee so badly that he isn’t sure if he will even make it at this point. A sharp urge makes him reach out to grab himself with two hands. He feels his hands getting slightly wet and he knows that he just leaked. Harry is still looking at him with an expecting look. Finally, Draco gets his trousers off. There is a small wet spot clearly visible on his green boxers of where he just leaked. “Harry, I-“ Harry keeps staring at the wet spot. It is taking him everything to not jerk himself off right now. He is so horny right now. “You leaked. You aren’t five anymore,” Harry speaks in a degrading tone. Draco tries not to cry. The embarrasment and the effort of holding is getting to him. He sees Harry staring at the wet spot so he quickly pulls up his trousers again. “I’m sorry! I c-can’t hold it Harry! Please!” He begs. He is holding himself and practically dancing in place. “You are a fucking baby, Malfoy! Hold it and clean the dishes! Then you can go,” Harry says. He is getting impatient now. He wants to see Draco fully wet himself. Suddenly, Draco moans a little while hunching over. When he looks up again, Harry can see a wet spot, now visible on Draco’s pants. He knows Draco is trying so hard but he knows that he’ll fully wet himself any second now. Draco looks at the wet spot and then panicked at the bathroom and Harry. He knows that he’ll lose it any second now. He totally ignores Harry asking for the dishes. He needs to get to the bathroom and NOW. “I need to pee so badly! Please! I need to go now! It is so bad!” Draco says panicked. He feels more leaks going right into his pants. The wet spot is growing larger. Harry tries to hide his smirk at the growing wet spot. Besides that, Draco’s begging is turning him on. Draco moans again, pitiful as he tries to hold back the flood. “Oh no baby, hold it for me,” he speaks. He can’t hold it anymore. Even if Harry would let him go, he would pee himself. There is no way he can make it now. It is pressing on him and he needs to go so badly. Tears silently fall down as he still somehow tries to hold on. “I can’t! H-harry! I need to go so b-badly! I can’t hold it anymore. Oh merlin! I- I am gonna wet myself. Fuck... c-can’t hold it,” Draco begs. He feels more pee coming out. It is soaking his boxers and soon it will go right through his pants. Harry looks in awe as he recognizes Draco starting to have a full-blown accident. Still, he feels the need to make a last lie to completely fill his dream. “Hold it! Merlin, you gotta be kidding me!” Harry yells. But Draco can’t. No matter how much he tries to grip himself to make it stop, it won’t. “Oh merlin, I’m wetting. C-can’t stop it...” he cries. He has now started to pee fully. A hissing sound is clearly heard as the pee goes right through his pants, forming a puddle on the ground. He feels slightly light-headed from the long awaitened relief. Still, he is horrified that he is peeing himself. He grips himself and squats but the pee goes right through his hands. He is crying fully now, not even daring to look at Harry. Harry is watching Draco pee himself and it turns him on so much. It seems to be never ending. Harry can’t even imagine what Draco has been holding back. After all, he drank more than Harry himself did. It took long but eventually the stream stops. Harry looks at Draco. He is squatting in a puddle of his own pee. His pants are completely soaked. And... oh shit. He is crying. Suddenly, Harry feels selfish and very self-aware. First of all, he never really cared if Draco wanted this. Secondly, Draco doesn’t even know that Harry didn’t mean all the harsh things he said. Meanwhile, Draco is still crying, almost hysterically. He can’t even move, so ashamed is he. Next to that, he disappointed Harry. What if Harry wants to break up with him now? That thought makes him panic. He is sobbing like crazy while trying to form words, but he can’t. Harry feels so guilty. It wrecks his heart to see his boyfriend like that. Quickly, he gently grabs the blonde’s arm. He pulls him away from the puddle of pee and then takes him into his arms, not caring if pee will get on him. “Shhh... dragon. Don’t cry. It is okay... nothing wrong,” Harry desperately tries to soothe Draco while rubbing his back. Draco murmers something but Harry can barely make it out. He does hear things like ‘sorry’ and ‘harry.’ That is until he hears one heartbreaking sentence: “don’t break up with me.” Oh merlin. “Dragon, I would never break up with you. I should have just let you go to the bathroom. It is my fault. A-and, I didn’t mean the harsh things I said. Merlin, I’I’m sorry. Draco, please forgive me,” Harry says. He feels Draco calming down, his sobs turning to sniffles. “I-Its okay... I’m sorry for being dirty. I tried to hold it Harry, I swear! It was an acci...” Draco gets interrupted by Harry kissing him. Draco kisses him back, glad to see that Harry doesn’t seem angry. Eventually, Harry pulls away. “Don’t worry about it. Really, don’t. It is my fault. Besides, you aren’t dirty,” Harry chuckles as Draco makes a disgusted face. “C’mon, lets get you cleaned up. Go change out of these clothes, then I’ll get your favorite pajamas.” Draco nods and then goes to the bathroom to change. He tries not to look at his dirty pants while he pulls them off. He then goes into the shower and takes a quick wash. When he comes out, fresh boxers and a soft pair of pajamas are laid out for him. He changes into them, smiling at the soft, fluffy material. He shuffles to the bedroom where Harry is already waiting for him. He goes into bed and nestles into Harry’s arms. Harry smiles and lays down with Draco clinging to him. He ruffles the blond hair and presses a kiss to his forehead. “Goodnight, dragon.” “Mhmmm... goodnight Harry.” ... “Draco?” “Yes?” “I love you.” “I love you too.” Harry smiles and waits till Draco finally falls into a deserves, exhausted but peaceful sleep. Harry pulls him a little tighter to himself, loving the warm body against his. “I love you more than you can imagine.”
  3. Hello! This is my first time writing on this website. I’ve been reading on these stories for awhile now and I think they are cute. What I like the most is Drarry stories in which Draco is desperate. Please leave some suggestions which I could use! I had been thinking about clichés such as holding contests, stuck in traffic or bathroom denial. After all, we need some more drarry content. Let me know what you think!
  4. Hello! I plan to make this fic have multiple chapters from different povs, and the next one will most likely have wetting. I'm not super comfortable with writing smut, so I tried to make it really short. The fic title is from a song by Pete Townshend, who I'll admit I've never listened to but I liked the song title. I hope you enjoy the fic, feel free to leave feedback! I'm not really sure what's happening with the font size of this, but I apologise if it's a bit odd. “Harry! If I run a bath would you wanna hop in with me?” Draco called from the master bathroom. When he had moved into number 12 Grimmauld Place a couple years after he started dating Harry, Draco had helped remodel some of the rooms that they used the most. That had included the master bathroom, and he looked around proudly at the room. It was lit by glass balls containing frozen Lumos charms and suspended from the ceiling, and they cast a soft golden light over the room. The floors were a gold-flecked marble that Draco had picked out himself, and the bath that he was about to run had been modeled after the one in prefects’ bathroom at Hogwarts. It was embedded into the ground, had plenty of different scents and features, and was (most importantly, in Draco’s opinion) big enough for 2 or more people to fit comfortably, if they wanted to. On one memorable occasion, at the end of a party, Harry had decided that all of their friends must come and test how many could fit. The conclusion was that around 12 could, and it had been an excellent experiment until someone had accidentally turned one of the taps on and sprayed them all with butterbeer scented bubbles. “Sure!” Harry responded from somewhere downstairs. Draco smiled and turned on some of the taps. Colorful citrus-scented steam filled the air, and he sighed contentedly as he ran his fingers through the water that was rapidly filling the bathtub. As he did so, he shifted his feet and pressed his legs together in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure that he could feel slowly building up in his bladder. A couple nights previous, Draco and Harry had gotten a bit drunk and started discussing kinks that they might want to experiment with. If Draco was being honest with himself, he knew it was a conversation that he had wanted to have for a long time but he was never sure how to approach Harry about it. The two of them had sat together in the drawing room, and after a brief but comfortable lull in conversation Draco had buried his face in Harry's neck and shyly asked whether or not he had any kinks he'd like to try. In hindsight, it probably wasn't the smartest strategy; as Harry had asked Draco to repeat himself and it was much worse the second time when he couldn't muffle the words. But Harry had been kind and earnest, and Draco was glad the conversation had taken place. Harry, sheepishly, had admitted that he'd like to try bondage sometime, and Draco had responded that foodplay was something that interested him. Draco had added that he enjoyed watersports, and he couldn't help but notice how Harry's eyes had darkened instantly as he'd agreed and mentioned that wetting also turned him on. It had been an awkward conversation, but Draco was glad he had initiated it; especially considering that they had some amount of overlap. Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Draco quickly turned off the taps and cast a shimmering charm over the water that would maintain its temperature. He met Harry in the doorway, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing a soft kiss to his lips before pulling him into the room. He started unbuttoning his shirt, maintaining eye contact with Harry while going through the motions of undressing as slowly as possible. Draco noticed the growing bulge in Harry's jeans with a hint of satisfaction, feeling a hot ache spiral through him as he did so. After 30 seconds he'd only undone two buttons, and Harry made a growling noise and waved a hand. A second later, both of their clothes and Harry’s glasses were neatly folded on a chair, and Harry had Draco pressed against a wall and was gently biting at his collarbone. “Impatient tonight, are we?” Draco murmured breathlessly, trying to ignore the pleasant aching in his bladder. He had plans for it, but they wouldn't come into play until later. “You were taking forever!” Harry protested, but Draco could feel him smiling. Interestingly, Harry was mimicking his movements from earlier, and when Draco looked down he noticed that Harry's normally flat stomach was slightly distended. It seemed that they were in similar situations which is exactly what Draco wanted. He had been drinking much more liquid than he usually did throughout the day, and he’d also made Harry more cups of tea and passed him more glasses of water. He'd noticed when they'd first started dating that Harry had a tendency towards waiting until he was desperate to use the restroom, but when he'd casually asked about it Harry had just shrugged and said he normally didn't really notice the need until it was urgent. He was a terrible liar, so Draco knew that that wasn't the real reason; but he didn't want to press Harry. Of course, recent conversations had made him realize that Harry probably did it for pleasure the same way Draco did, and Draco was banking on that for his plans. Draco slipped out of Harry's arms, laughing at his disgruntled expression, and slid gently into the bathtub. He let the warm water envelope his body as he gazed over at Harry. He hadn't gotten into the bath yet, but he was standing at the edge. His tawny skin seemed to glow in the golden light and his hair was even more curly and chaotic than usual from the steam, despite the haircut that he had gotten earlier in the week. Bright green eyes met Draco's, and he flushed at having been caught staring. “Well? Aren't you coming in?” he asked, trying not to sound desperate. “Thanks for the invitation,” was the dry response, but Harry got into the tub and made his way over to where draco was sitting on a ledge built into the side of the tub. Harry sat on Draco’s lap, straddling his hips and facing him. Draco kissed him hard, wrapping one arm around his back while slipping the other hand between their bodies and pressing gently on Harry’s bladder. As predicted, Harry’s whole body went stiff instantly. He pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss and giving Draco a slightly panicked look. “Fuck...it seems like you’ve, er, noticed already but I’m a bit desperate for the toilet right now,” Harry said, panting slightly. “That felt good but if you do it again I’m not sure if I’ll be able to hold it.” “One way to find out, isn’t there?” Draco said, increasing the pressure on Harry’s slightly. Harry let out a strangled moan, arching into the touch. His eyes flicked downwards, and Draco followed his line of vision to see a jet of pee shoot out of Harry before he grabbed his cock to stop the flow. Draco could feel it against his stomach, slightly warmer than the rest of the water, and he was more turned on than he could ever remember being in the past. “Did that feel nice? You can let go, you know. I won’t mind,” he murmured, rubbing his cock against the inside of Harry’s thigh and pushing on his bladder again. With a moan, Harry lost control completely. Streams of pee began shooting out of him, swirling through the water around them and making Draco feel almost dizzy with arousal. Once the stream had died off, he grabbed both of their cocks and began pulling and twisting until they were both shaking with release.
  5. 3. A warm shape collided with Vera and almost knocked her down had she not caught herself on her suitcase. She had barely rounded the corner into the trains corridor and Brittany had thrown herself onto her. “Hey! Oh Im so glad to see you! The time isn’t the same without you around eh? Here, I saved the seats by the snack trolley.” Vera planted a big kiss on Brittany’s cheek before getting into the cabin. “You’re a beauty Brit! I missed you. At least we’ve got a few hours on this train to catch up on our summers. I want to hear all about this Muggle boy. Are they different?” Brit closed the sliding door as they sat across form each other. “It wasn’t that bad. I thought that maybe, it would be tiny, because of the theory that all wizards use enlarging spells down there. But no, it was about the same as a magic dick haha!” “Well that’s good to know! If I ever get with a muggle I wont have to use an Engorging charm.” Vera chuckled. “Is he going to be writing you this semester? Did you tell him you’re a witch?” “No I didn’t! He kept trying to buy me stuff and asking about numbers. Muggles are so odd to me. Did you meet anyone this summer?” “No I mostly laid low. Helped my parents work on the gardens so they can harvest a bunch of food I wont get to eat.” Brittany waited exactly the minimum amount of time after Vera’s response to delve back into her own escapades without being overtly rude. “He wanted me to 'go for a drive’ with him. What is that? Just going around…” Vera let her speak as her thoughts drifted back to her bladder. She grabbed her water bottle while acknowledging Brittany and took a long swell of water. “Let’s see if we can’t have some fun on this train.” “Here Brit have some water, it’s important to stay hydrated.” “You’re so right. I’m actually dying right now, and you know what the best part is?” she grabbed her wand and tapped the side of the water bottle, which began filling with water “I’m a witch again!” “Hell yeah we are! Couple of badass witches. Finish off that bottle and let me fill it up! That looked fun! We’ll each drink one more so were hydrated.” They both did and Vera could already feel the liquid hitting her. Brit looked out the window and Vera noticed her hand shift subconsciously to her crotch. Vera knew that the food trolleys would start making their rounds soon with the first round of snacks. She also knew that if Brit left to the bathroom now she would get stuck behind the snack cart and miss out. A tap on the bottle filled it and with a smile she drank half of it before passing it over to Brittany. She drank from it slowly and wondered out loud where everyone else was. “I didn’t see anyone, except Professor Longbottom. I’m planning to continue my extracurricular herbology studies this year.” Vera said with a grin. “Man Vera you are the baddest witch in the year hands down” Vera accepted that merely by widening her grin “I fucked up Vera. I cant make it to the bathroom in time. I’ll miss the snacks! I drank two coffees this morning too, ugh I’m going to explode!” “You’ll be fine Brit. Just sit back and breathe slow. Divert your thoughts, tell me more about this muggle, what was his name-” “Nope! I’m going now! I’m going to run and beat the carts!” Vera stood up, turned around and sat right square on Brittany’s lap. “ You’re not going anywhere missy. It just so happens that I also have to pee Brit. It also just so happens, that I have a solution to our dilemma. But you’re going to have to bend you’re instincts a little.” Vera leaned deeper into Brittany’s lap, pressing back against her breasts with her shoulders. “Mmmm Vera you’re really pushing against my crotch. It’s not exactly helping! Oh Vera! Vera- ahh no I can’t hold it!” One final squeak of resistance left Brittany, along with the first flood of urine onto the seat. Vera could hear it streaming out of her body and started to feel wetness on the backs of her thighs. The warmth sent a chill through Vera’s body and she let go control of her bladder as well. It was puddling in Brittany’s crotch and starting to flow down Vera’s thighs, the first few drops spattering on the ground. A sigh of relief that was also a moan of pleasure escaped Vera as she moved her wand in arcs around their legs, moving upwards and evaporating the wetness. “Oh wow that’s so smart” Brittany adjusted herself under Vera “keep doing that, I’m going to keep peeing right here on this seat. That feels good!” Vera extinguished the rest of their mess with a few passes of her wand and resumed her seat across from Brittany. “That’s how I spent most of my summer, except I didn’t have an evaporating spell I could use! Mmm it feels so good! Isn’t it warm in your pants?” “I definitely didn’t hate it.” Brit said. “Let’s make a bet for this semester Brit. If you can pee with me in each of our different classes, then I’ll recommend you join for my extracurricular studies with Professor Longbottom.” “You’ll be peeing too?” “Yes, we will do it all together. You saw how easy it was. You have nothing to lose, except your chance to experience a Professor.” As Vera said it she knew she had her. “OK fine. But this better be as good as you’ve cooked it up to be.” There was a rap on the door by the snack vendor, Brittany’s eyes snapped to focus. “Perfect timing! I know exactly what I’m getting!” Vera smiled with laughter that reached all the way to her eyes and she reached to open the door.
  6. This is the first story I write; hope you enjoy 🙂 Ginny Weasley was looking forward the end of the Care of Magical Creatures lesson. She had been desperate to pee for the whole lesson: that morning she had peed just after waking up, but then she had had 2 hours of Herbology and 2 hours of Care of Magical Creatures: there were no toilets in the park and she hadn't enough time to get back to the castle between the two lessons. "And the fact that I drank two big glasses of juice for breakfast doesn't help", she was sayng to Luna Lovegood, who was working in group with her. "Stop thinking about it" replied Luna. "It just make you feel it even worse". "Yeah, but how am I supposed to stop thinking about it, if I am about to pee myself?". Ginny was surprised by her own words... was she really going to pee herself? The lesson was almost over, after all, and she could run to the castle right after it; there was a toilet at the first floor, she could reach it in a few minutes. But there was always a long line in that bathroom.. she had learnt it the hard way a couple of years ago and she didn't want to repeat that experience.. maybe it was better to come back to the Gryffindor Common Room.. it was further but safer. Yes, it was the best choice, she stated in her mind. Even if.. there was a third possibility, obviously.. the park offered a lot of places where to hide and pee, even for a girl. It was risky, but she knew that a lot of other girls had peed in the park before. Hermione had told her that she had peed more than once in the park, she squatted and let her pee flow through her panties.. she said it was quite exciting, especially with Harry and Ron around her.. But Ginny often wore some Muggle clothes under her official uniform. A t-shirt and a pair of leggings or shorts. She had grown up with 6 male brothers and she was so used to male clothes that she didn't feel comfortable with just a skirt. She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn't notice two things: first that the lesson was finally over, and second that Harry himself was standing next to her with their two broomstick under his arms. "Hey Ginny! I knew you have a free afternoon.. what about some Quidditch training, just you and me? I also have something to eat". Ginny hesitated. She was really bursting by now, and she just wanted to use the bathroom. On the other hand she could have used the toilets in the Quidditch training changing rooms...she wasn't sure to be able to hold it through the walk to the training camps, but it was maybe her best occasion. "Ok, perfect, let's go!", she said. Trying not to show her desperation she followed Harry; it was a 10 minutes walk, and she eventually made it without leaking. She began to think that maybe she could manage not to pee herself this time, when she saw that Harry was heading directly to the camp and not to the changing rooms. She noticed now that he had already some training clothes on; and he knew that she always had Muggle clothes under her uniform, so there was no reason to open the changing room. Nevertheless, Ginny decided to try: "Could you please open the changing room, so that I can change myself?" she asked? Harry looked at her, surprised. "You're always wearing suitable clothes under your uniform and you've always taken off the uniform here.. I didn't take the keys of the changing room." Ginny was in panic; her only hope had just disappeared and she didn't know what to do: the castle was far away now. She felt that she couldn't hold in her pee any longer. She eventually put aside her shyness and: "It's just that I've to pee. I really really have to pee. I'm holding it since before breakfast and now I'm desperate and I think it will start coming out in a few moments". As in response to her words, a first spurt of pee wet her panties. She put a hand between her legs to stop the stream of pee. "It actually started coming out right now", she added. Harry looked at her in disbelief: "Are you really peeing in your panties right now, in front of me?!?". Ginny was now jumping on the spot, with her hands in her crotch and her legs tightly twisted. "It's not my fault, my bladder is too full and my pee is slowly coming out.. I can't control it anymore.. I'm going to pee in my shorts". And it happened just that: it was nonsense to deny it, thought Ginny: pee was already trickling down her legs, her hands, trying to stop the flow were all wet. She managed to regain control over her bladder again. For a moment. Then she definitely lost it: a powerful stream of pee freed itself, loudly hissing and wetting her shorts, her legs and forming a huge puddle at the ground. She opened her legs and put away her hands from her crotch: there was nothing she could do now. She went on peeing for an incredibly long time, she thought, a little embarrassed, keeping the eyes on the little river gushing out from between her legs. Then gradually the strength of the flow slowed down, and she stopped it. She looked at Harry, smiling shyly. "I'm sorry.. I really couldn't hold it anymore. I don't know how that happened, I've never been so desperate before". Harry was very polite; "There's nothing to apologize for", he said, "These things happen". They decided to cancel the training and Ginny came back to the castle, to wash and clean herself. It was so strange to walk with a pair of wet panties and shorts on.. strange but not that bad, she admitted. She hurried towards the castle: she knew very well that, when she held her per for such a long time and was so desperate, she usually needed to per at least twice in a very short time; she absolutely wanted to reach the toilet in time. Luckily, her dormitory was empty, so she could change herself without needing to hide; her shorts and panties were completely soaked, so she hurried to wash them to get rid of the smell, before somebody could find them. Her need to pee had incredibly increased again, probably sharpened by the cold (she was naked and with bare foot on the chilly stone floor) and by the water. When she finished, she was desperate again, bursting to pee, crossing and uncrossing her legs, hopping on the spot and trying to resist the urge to hold her crotch with her wet hands: the cold water on her naked skin could have dramatic consequences. Finally she closed the water, threw her clothes in the drying rack and ran into the shower; she was used to pee while having a shower and it was instinctively for her. Immediately her pee gushed out, before she even managed to open the water, but she smiled; she was safe this time.
  7. Gosh dangit, Remus was cute. Sirius Black was in love with Remus Lupin. He was also FAR out of the closet. He once went parading around singing "I'm gay, I'm gay, I'm gay, I'm gay" for about 3 hours. I'm gay for Remus, I'm gay for Remus... Gosh-flipping-DANGit. How he could go dancing around singing about his sexuality for a day but not ask a guy out, he had no idea. Fine, he thought. I'll go ask his sexuality. So he walked across the common room to Remus, who was reading. Sirius placed his chin on top of the book. "Hey Moony, what's your sexuality?" Remus continued to look at his book, unfazed. "Why should I tell you." "Because you love me." "I do?" "Of course you do, you just don't know it yet!" "Hm. Well, I'm going to the loo." "I'll come with you!" But he didn't get the chance for even though Remus was small, he was quick, and he slammed the door and locked it. Luckily, there was a keyhole. Oh, gosh. Sirius got hard just looking at him. He was using the urinal, so Sirius got an eyeful. Remus finished up and Sirius scrambled away from the door. He plopped down on his bed just as Remus came out. "You were so flipping loud mate, did you have to go much?" Sirius teased. "Yeah, I dunno, lately I've had to go more than I usually do," Sirius had too, but he figured it must be the house-elves' new hot cocoa they put out since it was November. Nothing to worry about. Right?
  8. It had been over a month since Ginny and Hermione started dating, and about two weeks since Ginny had discovered that Hermione liked to pee herself. She had been playing hide and seek in the hallways at Hogwarts, and she had ducked behind a curtain in a little alcove at the bottom of a staircase. It was the perfect spot, Ginny thought happily, concealed from all angles. Her bladder twinged uncomfortably to let her know that it was full, and she shifted her weight, feeling her skirt waistband put pressure on her bloated stomach. Hopefully the game would be over soon so she could relieve herself, because she certainly wasn't willing to leave her hiding place and risk losing the game. Lost in thought, Ginny didn't notice the hissing and splashing noises that came from behind her at first, but they grew steadily louder. She peeked her head out of the curtain to see her girlfriend in the alcove. Luckily she was facing away from Ginny so she didn't see her. Confused, Ginny tried to find the source of the noise and she suddenly realized that Hermione was wetting herself. Droplets were running down her legs from beneath her skirt and running to the floor, where a growing puddle surrounded her. Hermione was letting out little moans, and she sank to her knees in the puddle she had made, slipping a hand down the waistband of her skirt and seemingly beginning to rub herself *there* Hermione finished up what she was doing, then cast drying and cleaning spells and left, leaving Ginny shocked and incredibly turned on. Unfortunately, she still had to pee, and as soon as Hermione left she felt spurts of urine warming her underwear before she was able to regain control. She knew that girls peeing turned her on, and she had looked at plenty of magical photos with desperate females, but she had never considered actually wetting herself. Seeing how easily Hermione had cleaned up though... Ginny slipped out of the curtains and into the alcove, squatting down on the ground. She knew she should probably pull her panties down, but it would be the same amount of cleaning either way and part of her wanted to try peeing herself. Almost as soon as she had the thought, she felt her bladder give out and a warm dampness spread through her underwear. Pee began dripping, then splattering onto the ground and Ginny desperately hoped that nobody who might be walking by could hear. Eventually her bladder was empty, and although she wanted to touch herself the way Hermione had she knew there were people looking for her and she might get caught. She quickly cleaned up and slipped back into the curtains, smiling at the thought that she was the only person to know everything that had just happened. I plan to make more stories like this so let me know if y'all have scenarios you want me to put them through 🙂
  9. The first of my stories from this thread: https://www.omorashi.org/forums/topic/52533-which-story-part-2/ has been finished! Originally, this was supposed to be about Hermione being desperate after being petrified, but due to the new policy I had to change the focus to an older character who was petrified as well. I hope you understand. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “‘Its methods of killing are most wondrous, for aside from its deadly and venomous fangs, the Basilisk has a murderous stare, and all who are fixed with the beam of its eye shall suffer instant death. Spiders flee the Basilisk, for it is their mortal enemy, and the Basilisk flees only from the crowing of the rooster, which is fatal to it.’ Of course!” Hermione Granger slammed the book shut, everything falling into place. The mysterious petrifications that had been plaguing Hogwarts made sense now! Wracking her mind, Hermione realized why nobody had died: they all must have seen the basilisk in reflections instead of meeting its gaze directly. She had to tell the professors! Making sure that Madam Pince, the ill-tempered librarian, wasn’t looking, Hermione tore the page on the basilisk out of the book and stuffed it into her bag. She exited the library, trying not to look too suspicious. Hermione was headed straight for the headmaster’s office when a disturbing thought stopped her in her tracks. What if she ran into the basilisk before she could warn McGonagall? Then she realized where she was: directly in front of one of Hogwarts’ many girls’ bathrooms. Hermione grinned as a solution presented itself and she dashed inside. “Come on, come on, there has to be one,” she muttered to herself. Sure enough, there was; atop one of the sinks was a small silver hand mirror. Hermione pocketed it and made for the exit. She held out the mirror and looked down the corridor behind her. The coast was clear. Hermione breathed a sigh of relief and dashed down the hall. It was a long way to the headmaster’s office, and every time Hermione reached a corner, she would look around it using the mirror. That way, if the basilisk did approach, she would only see the reflection. Hermione peeked around yet another corner and saw an older girl approaching. She looked rather hurried, and Hermione recognized her as Penelope Clearwater, Ravenclaw prefect. Excellent, Hermione thought. The more people I can warn, the better. “Excuse me!” she called, and Penelope stopped in her tracks. “Er, can I help you?” asked the prefect. She seemed confused by a Gryffindor approaching her. “Yes, as a matter of fact you can,” said Hermione, and she launched into a detailed explanation of the monster that had petrified the students. “Oh my,” breathed Penelope once the younger girl was finished. “We have to tell Professor McGonagall!” “That’s just what I was one my way to do,” said Hermione. “Very well then,” said Penelope, turning away and resuming her hurried walk. “Wait! Where are you going?” cried Hermione. “Look,” said Penelope, turning red, “I ,er, really need to use the loo.” Sure enough, Hermione could see her starting to fidget. “But it’s not safe!” Hermione protested. “It’s just around the corner,” Penelope reassured her. “I’ll be fine.” “Then look ahead with this first,” said Hermione, taking out the mirror again. “Very well,” said Penelope. The two girls peered around the corner together. Hermione had the briefest glimpse of something green and huge in the mirror. Then everything went black. ------------------------------------------------- “-we go, she’s back now.” Hermione sat bolt upright and looked around. She was in the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey was standing next to her, holding a pitcher filled with potion. And if she was in the hospital wing, that meant... “The basilisk!” cried Hermione. “Madame Pomfrey, the monster, it’s-” “It’s okay, Hermione,” Pomfrey reassured her. “The basilisk is dead. I believe your friends Harry and Ron were responsible.” Why am I not surprised? thought Hermione. “And the petrified students?” “They are all fine,” said Madame Pomfrey. “I was just about to revive the last one.” She tipped the last of the potion down Penelope Clearwater’s throat. The girl gave a shudder and opened her eyes. “Ugh, what happened?” groaned Penelope. As Madame Pomfrey launched into an explanation, Hermione noticed that the older girl was fidgeting in her bed. As soon as Madame Pomfrey was finished, Penelope rushed out the door. Hermione followed, wondering what was going on. “Where are you going?” she called. Penelope turned to face her, and Hermione saw that she was bouncing on the balls of her feet and had her hands jammed into the crotch of her skirt. “Isn’t it obvious?” Penelope snapped. Of course, Hermione thought. She never got the chance to relieve herself before she was petrified. Her bladder must be bursting right now. As Penelope dashed into a nearby bathroom, Hermione was glad she had visited one before her trip to the library. Then she realized which bathroom it was. “Oh no! Moaning Myrtle!” Hermione entered the bathroom and saw it was a mess. There was water all over the floor and… was that blood? Before she could say anything, Penelope threw open a stall door and gasped as the ghostly form of Moaning Myrtle appeared. “Hermione, you’re back,” she said. “You haven’t come to see me for a long time.” “I, er, meant to,”said Hermione, “but I’ve been petrified for the last several weeks.” “Excuses, excuses,” grumbled Myrtle. “Your two friends didn’t come until they needed me for something. I do have feelings, you know.” “I’m so sorry,” said Hermione, stepping on eggshells. She knew how sensitive Myrtle could be. She was about to continue when Penelope interrupted. “Excuse me,” she said, fidgeting worse than ever, “but I don’t suppose you could move aside? I’m dying for a wee.” Upon hearing this, Myrtle flew into a rage. “Oh, you’re dying, are you?” she screamed. “That’s rich, saying that to someone who’s already dead!” Myrtle screeched and water spurted from every sink and toilet, flooding the bathroom even more. “Myrtle, please!” Hermione pleaded. “She just needs to use the lavatory; she didn’t mean to offend you.” “Well maybe she’ll keep that in mind next time,” huffed Myrtle, vanishing back into her toilet. “Ooh, this is not good,” moaned Penelope. She had moved past fidgeting and was now dancing back and forth, holding her crotch tighter than ever. “There has to be another bathroom nearby,” said Hermione. “We could-” “Agh!” squeaked Penelope, and Hermione heard what sounded like a drop of water falling. “Look away!” the older girl cried. Hermione was about to ask why, then she saw Penelope squat down and lift up her skirt. Hermione had the briefest glimpse of her bum before she obliged and turned around. She heard a loud hissing, followed by a continuous splashing sound. She blushed and covered her ears as Penelope relieved herself less than five feet away. It took a long time, but eventually the sounds subsided. “Okay, I’m done,” said Penelope, tapping Hermione on the shoulder. The younger girl turned around and saw that Penelope’s face was even redder than hers. She also saw a huge patch of yellow in the water on the floor. Honestly, she was a little impressed that anyone could hold that much urine. “I can’t believe I did that,” groaned Penelope. “It was so humiliating!” “It’s okay,” said Hermione, “nobody will ever know except me.” “And me!” came a gleeful voice. Moaning Myrtle reappeared, a wide grin on her face. “I saw the whole thing! Wait until everybody hears about the prefect who took a pee on the floor!” It didn’t seem possible, but Penelope turned even redder at that. “Please don’t!” said Hermione (Penelope seemed too embarrassed to speak). “I’ll get Harry and Ron to visit you every week, just please don’t tell anyone!” Myrtle floated around, looking like she was considering it. “Very well, then,” she eventually said. “It will stay my little secret.” “Thank you,” breathed Penelope, relief all over her face. “You got lucky,” Myrtle chided. “Be sure to show me more respect next time.” Penelope nodded and the two girls rushed out of the bathroom before the ghost could change her mind. “Thank you for that,” said Penelope as they walked down the hallway. “I owe you for that.” Oh, it was no problem,” Hermione replied. “Now let’s get to the Great Hall. It sounds like there’s a feast going on.” THE END
  10. Hey! I'm back! Unfortunately I have a flash drive elsewhere that has a few stories I haven't been able to post yet, but in the meantime I've played Hogwarts Mystery and thought it would be fun to do a story on it. A few things I should probably mention are that this is set in an AU where Hogwarts students are 18 and get tutored when they turn eleven till they can go to Hogwarts and learn magic officially. The tutoring is just basic things to keep their magic in check so they don't cause any accidents, and just magical theory to prime them for Hogwarts. Other than that I guess I don't have a lot to say other than I drew my character and Rowan if you want to see that check the spoiler below. Otherwise Enjoy! Emily found herself little more than a series of nerves furiously flitting between anticipation and anxiety. Her hand grasped the side rail of the Hogwarts express as she paused mid-step before boarding the train. The sea of conflict swirling inside her felt as if it would erupt out like an obscurus at any moment. Was she walking normally? Did she look weird? Which house would she be sorted into? Who’s he? Would she learn to fly this year? Emily didn’t know if she wanted to turn around and jump off the train before it could leave the station or race it to the castle. With a deep breath, Emily pulled herself fully onto the train and began her search for a compartment. Her eyes drifted from the rush of faces which moved passed her, from other anxious first years like her who also desperately looked for a place to belong, to the more relaxed returning students laughing casually with their friends. It wasn’t long before she heard the whispers. Emily tried to ignore what the other students said as she pushed passed them in search for a compartment to herself. “Is that Jacob’s sister? “Great another Gardner kid?” “-is the last thing we need.” “I hear her brother joined-” “The search continues.” “-Vaults. As if you hide something-” Finally, after nearly breaking out into a run, Emily found an empty compartment. She slammed the door behind her. With an exasperated sigh, Emily draped herself across one of the bench seats on her back, her legs in the air, resting her feet against the wall. She produced her wand and absently began to swirl it in the air above her face, watching as the tip emitted a dim trail of golden light. The lessons her tutor taught her returned to the surface of her consciousness: how to expend minor amounts of magic with her training wand to prevent accidental discharges and how these discharges became more likely in moments of extreme emotion. Ever since Emily turned, eleven tutors would come to her house to teach her how to safely train herself in very rudimentary magic work to prepare herself for this moment. The moment when she would attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Gone were the theories of magic, the mere flexing of magical “muscles” to prevent build-up, the study of the mundane muggle teachings. She was finally ready to become a real witch, like her mother. “That’s Blackthorn, right?” A soft voice startled Emily. Emily sat up, straightened her robes out as a dark-haired girl peeked into the compartment. Emily hadn’t even heard the door open; she was so deep in thought. “um, what was that?” “Sorry, but that’s a blackthorn wand, right?” The girl stepped into the compartment. “uh, Right. How’d you know?” “My family owns a tree farm that supplies the woods for wands and broomsticks. I’m Rowan Khanna, by the way. Like the wand wood, only my wands actually Cedar…” Rowan extended her hand towards Emily a bit awkwardly. Emily shook her hand with a smile. “I’m Emily, Emily Gardner.” “Wait. Are you related to Jacob Gardner?” Emily’s face darkened. “Yes. He’s my brother.” “The same Jacob who got expelled for-“ “Yes. The Cursed Vaults Jacob.” Emily confirmed, staring at her own feet. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to dredge that up. It’s just… it was a huge story in the Daily Prophet. Everyone in the school is going to know about it.” “I’m keenly aware of that, thank you.” Emily sighed. “I’m not exactly starting Hogwarts on my best foot, am I?” “No, I suppose not.” Rowan shuffled her feet awkwardly. “But I probably won’t be either, if it helps.” “Why do you say that?” “Well, I’ve never really had many friends, honestly. I’ve always been a bit of a bookworm, and I guess that didn’t really go over well with the other kids growing up.” “I’m sorry.” Emily offered awkwardly. “It’s alright.” Rowan smiled. “At least I was allowed to read instead of working on my family’s farm. My parents were thrilled that I loved reading; they think that I could be the youngest professor to teach at Hogwarts.” “Well, if we’re both outcasts, we might as well be outcasts together, right?” Emily smiled up at Rowan. Rowan’s face lit up. “It would be my pleasure, Ms. Gardner!” She made an exaggerated curtsy. “Well, Ms. Khanna, why don’t you join me on this marvelous journey to Hogwarts.” Emily feigned a posh accent. “I can think of nothing else that would make me happier.” Rowan mimicked Emily’s cadence before sitting across from her. “Blackthorn’s an unusual wand, by the way.” “Is it?” Emily held out her wand to admire it. After a lengthy discussion of the properties of wand woods, the Hogwarts Express pulled into its destination. A large dark lake sprawled out before a massive stone castle, rising above a hilly forest amidst the valley. Rowan and Emily checked to make sure their robes were presentable before the two disembarked. “Which house are you hoping for?” Rowan asked as they stepped off the train. “Honestly, I dunno. My brother was Slytherin, and maybe if I can get into Slytherin, I can figure out what happened to him.” Emily whispered. “Speaking of your brother, what do you want me to do if people bother you about him?” “You don’t have to do anything.” Emily chuckled. “I can handle myself, but thanks for your concern. Which house do you want to get in?” “Well, perhaps Ravenclaw would help me on my way to becoming a professor, but-” “First years! First years! Come along, this way, First years!” A giant of a man with dark wild hair and beard stood far above the students spilling out on to the platform. “Follow me, First years.” The giant led the new students towards the lake. “He’s huge.” Emily gaped. “I think he’s Hagrid. He’s the games keeper here at Hogwarts. My uncle told me about him.” Rowan whispered. “Apparently, he’s quite fond of magical creatures; especially, the dangerous ones.” Hagrid ushered the students to a series of rowboats docked at the edge of the lake. “Now no more than three students to a rowboat. This’ll take ye, to the castle. You’ll be following Professor McGonagall to the great hall where ye’ll be sorted. No rough housin’ now, ye hear me?” “There are no paddles,” Emily observed. “It’s magic.” Rowan laughed. “They move themselves.” “Right. I guess I should’ve figured that out myself.” Emily stumbled into the boat. Once both students situated themselves, the wooden bow began to glide across the black waters of the lake. The boats barely seemed to disturb the water as they made their way towards the castle. Emily peered into the depth below, but her vision couldn’t pierce the surface. “They say there’s a giant squid that lives in the lake,” Rowan said. Emily retreated into the center of the boat. When Emily joined the crowd of first years at the other end of the lake, she found herself relieved to realize that they didn’t recognize her as the sister of Jacob. Thankfully, only her brother’s picture was published so they wouldn’t know who she was. Yet. At any rate, Emily enjoyed the break from gossiping. Professor McGonagall led the students through the castle into a large dining hall. Four long rows of tables led to a raised platform where a long table sat what must have been the professors and faculty. Above the hall seemed to be an open night sky, twinkling with stars. Floating wax candles lit the room from above, without dripping any wax on the students below. McGonagall stood atop the raised platform, next to a single stool and a grubby looking hat. “Welcome to Hogwarts. Before we can begin the welcome feast, we must first sort our new students into their proper houses.” McGonagall began. “While you are here, your house will become something like your family within Hogwarts. The four houses are Gryffindor, the brave and chivalrous; Hufflepuff, the kind and diligent; Ravenclaw, the witty and wise; and Slytherin, the cunning and ambitious. Each has its own noble history, and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. I hope you will all be fine additions to their ranks.” Emily slipped her hand into the pocket of her robe and rolled her wand between her fingers. Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. She shifted her feet from her heels to the balls of her feet. She was so lost in nervous thoughts of the future; she almost didn’t hear Professor McGonagall call her name. Rowan gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder when Emily passed her. Emily felt her nerves prickle with anxiety when she turned to face the mass of students staring up at her. She took her seat on the stool and felt the hat plop down on her head. “hrm.” A voice called out in her head. “Very interesting. Another Gardner, with so many conflicting paths. Which will you choose, I wonder? A path of greatness? A path of daring and heroics? Will you choose to pursue secrets and forbidden knowledge? Uncertain? No. I see it now. Better be, Slytherin!” Emily stood up to scattered cheers from the Slytherin table. She smiled weakly and made her way to an area of the table where she could sit by herself. Without the rush of blood in her ears, Emily could hear the whispers that followed her. Rowan flashed Emily a wave before she marched up to the chair to be sorted. After a moment of silence, the sorting hat declared “Slytherin!” A huge wave of relief washed over Emily. Rowan sat down next to her with an ear to ear grin. “Looks like we’re both cunning and ambitious, huh?” Emily managed a smile. Once each student was sorted, a tall long-bearded man rose from the center of the table. “Welcome! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. To those who do not yet know who I am, I am Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of this wonderful school. Remember, while at Hogwarts your triumphs will earn you house points, while any rule-breaking will do the opposite. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will win the House Cup, a great honor. It is my hope, dear students, that each of you will be a credit to your house. Now enjoy the feast.” In an instant, the tables filled with hundreds of delicious dishes. Emily hadn’t realized quite how hungry she was until the food appeared before her. With very minimal talking, both Emily and Rowan enjoyed the feast until the houses were each called to their dormitories. The Slytherin students followed their prefect into the back of the dungeons, where they emerged into a stone common room. The room was oddly comfortable, Emily thought to herself. Ivy decorated the walls above murals, leading towards a stone fireplace in front of a couple of couches. At the end of the room were glass windows that looked out into the lake. “Are we underwater? Can the glass withhold that?” Emily asked Rowan. Before Rowan could answer an older student pointed his wand at Emily. “I can’t believe they let you in here after your mental brother got expelled.” He grumbled. “The last thing Slytherin needs is another Gardner to ruin its reputation.” “Emily is not going to ruin Slytherin’s reputation.” Rowan narrowed her eyes. “By the end of the year, you’ll be thrilled she’s in the same house as you.” “I doubt it.” The boy scoffed before moving on. “I’m sorry, Emily, I know you said you didn’t want me to stand up for you, but I just got caught up and-“ “Rowan. It’s alright. Thank you.” Emily smiled. Rowan smiled back. “So… what class are you looking forward to?” “I guess… charms if I had to choose. It’s probably my best bet at figuring out how to help my brother.” “How do you figure?” “Well, my brother was talented at charms. He became close to Professor Flitwick. I’m hoping maybe he knows what could have happened to my brother. At the very least, maybe I can learn a spell that will help me find him.” “Well, fortunately for you, we have charms first thing in the morning.” Rowan beamed. “I’m sorry about your brother, but together we can find him. I’m sure of it.” “Thank you, Rowan. For now, let’s find our beds. I’m exhausted.” Alright! So no wettings or desperation in this chapter, but don't you worry! I already have plans to fulfill that need of yours dear readers. Anyways, it's great to be back! Leave any questions, comments, critiques below and have a lovely day!
  11. This is technically my third story on here but i had to delete the other two as i had lost my train of thought on them ? I would appreciated it if you follow me, the story and comment on the story every now and then to give me some positive criticism on the chapter. it would be much appreciated. ? The first 10 chapters will be of Harry and may include flashbacks of the abuse he suffered at the hands of the Dursleys. It wont feature any omorashi until at least chapter 7. please be patient with me. Chapter 1 The rescue Harry was sitting in his cupboard under the stairs we he had slept for the last nine months, ever since his parents had disappeared in a flash of green light, and he had come to live here with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and his cousin Dudley. They only let him sleep and do his punishments in this cupboard. He wasn't allowed to play with any toys, he had no toys. His cousin Dudley, on the other hand, was spoiled and had all the toys a 2-year-old could ever want. Harry was forbidden to play with any of Dudley's toys. At nursery he was allowed as he was encouraged to by the nursery nurses. They had once commented to Aunt Petunia about him not playing with any toys even though he clearly wanted to. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had then decided that Harry could only play with toys at nursery so as they wouldn't raise any unwanted questions. There was a knock on the front door and Harry heard his Aunt Petunia go to answer it. He knew that Uncle Vernon was at work and Dudley was at nursery. As Harry had been in punishment he was forbidden to go. He was being punished for something that Dudley did that he had blamed on Harry. Harry had cried at the unfairness but that proved fruitless as he was punished even more for that. He had learned quickly not to cry too often as the punishments were severe if he made such a noise. Meanwhile out in the living room Petunia was sat on the sofa opposite two men, one of whom was her arch childhood nemesis, Severus Snape. The other was a man who had introduced himself as Harry's godfather, Sirius Black. 'You know why i am here i presume', said Severus with a sneer. He hated the woman in front of him. She had made his childhood before Hogwarts hell, not to mention how she had turned her back on her only sister. 'To take the boy', said Petunia, shrugging. 'Thats, right, it has come to our attention that you havent been treating him like your own. We have come to take him away,' said Severus smoothly. 'Good, he's a freak', said Petunia. She wanted rid of the boy, he was nothing but a burden to her and her family. She had only taken him in because of the extra money she would get and she didn't know what else to do with the boy. Sirius was shocked at the woman in front of them. How could she be so horrid to her own flesh and blood. He knew from Lily how her sister hated her but he didn't think it would pass on to her son like it obviously has done. 'Then go and get him', said Severus with a look to Sirius who sat in disbelief at how Petunia was so hateful of her only sister. Petunia went to the cupboard under the stair. Both of the men where shocked to say the least that they had kept Harry in a cupboard underneath the stairs for nine months when they had four bedrooms upstairs. The sooner they got Harry out of this house the better it would be for the boy. When Harry walked into the living room he instantly recognized Sirius as soon as he saw him. 'Padfoo?' said Harry questionably. He was unsure whether it was him as he had longer hair then he remembered and he was thinner. 'Yes, it's me', said Sirius in a hoarse voice. He was shocked his godson could remember him after nine months of not seeing him. Harry ran up to Sirius who caught him instantly. 'Sevvy?' asked Harry after a moment or two having at last remembered the other man. Severus nodded. He too was shocked that the little boy could remember him. He had only seen the boy a few time, the last time was the day before Lily was killed. 'Lets get going shall we?' Sirius asked. 'You take Harry to the car. I'll meet you there. I have to have a few words with Petunia,' said Severus. Sirius nodded knowing it wasn't something that could be overheard by the little boy. Once Sirius had left the house and Severus had heard the car doors close he turned back to Petunia. 'Now, Petunia, I want the truth from you starting now. You are to answer all my questions truthfully. One; is Harry toilet trained?' 'No', said Petunia. 'But I put pants on him anyway, as Dudley currently in training'. Severus nodded before continuing. 'Two; how long has Harry been sleeping in the cupboard?' 'Ever since I found him on the doorstep, nine months ago', said Petunia. Severus sighed. 'Three; did you or your husband hit Harry?' 'Yes we both did. He deserved every hit with the belt', said Petunia. Severus was seething, how could they do that to an innocent little boy. 'Right, we'll be off. I expect you will be hearing from us again soon enough', said Severus. Petunia shrugged. Severus went out of the house and into the car where Sirius was waiting in the passenger seat with Harry in the back, in a car seat that he had thought to get before they even went to this house. Severus got into the drivers seat. 'What did you find out?' asked Sirius as Severus began to drive out of the street. 'Harry isn't potty trained at all even though he is in pants, he has been beaten badly, neglected by the looks of it and thats not the worst of it. They let him sleep in that cupboard ever since he as brought here', Severus told him. Sirius swore silently in case Harry heard him. 'Exactly', said Severus. 'We will have to got to the store and get the necessities', Sirius nodded. Half an hour later found them parked at the local supermarket they got out of the car. Sirius picking Harry out of the back and placing him on the ground holding his hand. Severus ran to get a trolley. Sirius sat Harry in the trolley while Severus pushed it. 'What shall we get first?' asked Sirius. 'You can run with Harry to the baby aisle to get nappies, wipes, powder, shampoo, nappy rash cream, nappy bags, sippy cups. I'll come and meet you in about ten minutes after I have got some food shopping', Severus said Sirius nodded picking Harry up and going to get a small trolley so it would be easier for him. After placing Harry in the seat he went down the baby aisle. He got size 5 nappies, wipes, powder, rash cream, nappy bags, sippy cups which he got some with different characters and some that was plain but different colours, shampoo, sponges, wash cloths and by the time he had finished, Severus had come to meet them. 'Got everything?' asked Severus. Sirius nodded. 'We'll go get some clothes for him, now. I've already got all the food shopping, paid and put it in the car. You pay for that, get Harry into a nappy and join me in the clothing aisle with Harry when your done. I'll put it in the car once we have done', Severus said. He knew Harry wasnt in a nappy and he knew he would go sooner rather than later. Sirius went to pay for the stuff and told the cashier he'll just wants a nappy from one of the packs, She scanned them all as he had got three packs. She took one out of a pack before packing the rest in a bag. Once everything had gone through and was bagged up, Sirius took Harry into a changing room. 'Shall we put you in a nappy now', Sirius said. Harry nodded. He didnt know when he could go anyway until he had wet or messed himself. Sirius got him undressed from the waist, and he saw the welt marks on the back of his legs. He didn't comment but he would definitely have a talk with Severus later. Sirius quickly put a nappy on him and he then went to join back with Severus. 'What size is he currently wearing?' asked Severus. '5-6 years', said Sirius. 'that would be his cousins size then, he'll be a 2-3 by the look at him', said Severus. 'We could do the size spell', said Sirius. Severus looked around. He nodded and Sirius did the spell. 'He's a 1-2 year', said Sirius. 'That is small, we'll get a few sets in that size but the rest will be 2-3 years', Severus told him. Sirius nodded. They started on the underwear. Severus decided to get a few for later on knowing they would one day toilet train him. Sirius picked out a dozen packs of socks, some with different characters, shapes, colours and animals. Severus did the same, they also got some vests. They then went to the tops, shirts and jumpers where they got loads of each item with different characters, shapes, colours, and animals. They went to the trousers and got several pairs of jogging pants, trousers, jeans and shorts. Sirius went to the shoes and got some black shoes, trainers, slippers, sandals, and wellies. They then went to pay. Sirius took Harry to the car as he had fallen asleep and Severus had said it was alright as Severus had help from the cashier. Once they were all in the car and driving off Severus had a though of a pushchair for Harry and told Sirius to keep in the car with Harry who was still asleep and Severus went into an Argos store to get a folding pushchair that could be laid down. Once he had paced it into the car they were off again. An hour and a half later, they had arrived at Sirius cottage. Severus had his own house but it wasnt yet child friendly and he had some stuff to sort. Sirius made them all a quick tea, and after they bathed Harry and put him to bed. 'Harry had welts on his legs', Sirius said. 'I know, we'll be finding all sorts of things now about him. We'll send for Poppy Pomfrey first thing to see what damage has been done. Them people have a lot to answer for', said Severus. 'Sev, thanks for helping me the past couple of weeks', said Sirius. 'Black, its not a problem. I know we have our history and for Harry's sake we will get by that. It may take a while for me to forgive everything that happened between us in school but i will not show it in front of Harry', Severus told him. Sirius nodded in relief and after a while Severus went to the spare room to sleep knowing that Sirius will need a bit of help before Remus turns up. Sirius went to bed not long after and they all slept peacefully.
  12. Greetings everyone! I've been on and off this site for the last couple years, mainly just for story writing purposes. I've had new ideas and passions coming and going, not to mention some serious writers block, moving states, and having my old laptop die on me. I've settled, bought a new one, and have been writing for NanoWimo this month. The story I was working on just didn't have the flow I wanted to and to see if I could jog anything, I went reading through some of my older work. Master and Servant was one of the longest stories I'd ever written and I about punched myself when I realized how long I'd left it, and the way I'd left it unfinished. I've been thinking it over for a few days, and I realized that I really want to give it a proper ending. There are things I would change and do differently, so I decided the only fair thing to do was to give it another try and re-write it. Let me know what you guys think, I want to hear feedback and ideas to help grow and change as a writer...especially one who indulges a pissing fetish ? Hope you guys enjoy! The first chapter is a long one, reader beware! Ch. 1: Let the Games Begin Hermione Granger could pinpoint the exact date and time when her little habit had formed. She was eleven years old, the second Tuesday of November that year. On Halloween she’d been trapped in the girl’s loo and nearly had her head taken off by a troll. Since then, she found that every time she tried to use one of the girl’s toilets, her heart began to pound in her chest and her bladder quiver in her belly. She would rather, and many times nearly did, release its contents right outside the door than go inside. The fear she had was terrible, making her feel cold, clammy, and sick every time she so much as thought as going to the ladies’ room. It led to hours of agony, holding her water in her belly until it ached, only letting her pee flow when she was safe inside her dorm at Gryffindor Tower. Many times, she’d barely made it there, but letting all she held inside always felt so, so good. She would sit there on the porcelain throne, or stand in front with her legs spread wide the times she was a little too late, and her urine would spray from her like a waterfall. The agony would end, replaced with a euphoria so great she would moan and tremble. Oddly enough, she preferred it the times where her need was just a little too desperate. When her belly would throb, and her pee would spurt into her panties before she was even in her dorm, sending tendrils of urine down her thighs as she hurried up the stairs to her place of salvation. The times where she had her hands between her legs, skirt soaking up the constant bursts of wet heat from between her legs as she opened the bathroom door. What choice did she have but to let go right there in front of the toilet? She would moan as her pee soaked her panties, her skirt, her socks and shoes…the puddle would be so massive that the only thing that saved her from utter humiliation was her ability to perform advanced cleaning spells. As the days since the troll attack wore on, the number of accidents she had in front of the toilet grew. She liked it more, she admitted secretly to herself, to feel the pee burst uncontrollably down her legs. Once, she’d held it far too long and had an absolutely glorious pee right in the corridor on the second floor near the library. Another time, when the toilet had been occupied and she was already bursting, she crawled into bed and pissed the blankets until the were sopping. She laid there, panting in the wetness, realizing how badly she liked it. It gave her such pleasure to pee herself, made her girlhood tingle in ways she never had felt before. And, being a witch of inquisitive mind, she endeavored to explore these new pleasures. She let her experiments move from the privacy of the bathroom, or her bed, and out into the castle. Over the years, she learned her limits and pushed them, holding for hours until she burst. She learned places in the castle, or on the grounds, where she could pee unseen. That was always her favorite, to pee in the open. The fantasy that someone could happen upon her, even though she took precautions against it, gave her more pleasure than when she first discovered she liked to wet her knickers. She learned, as all teenage girls do, the best ways to give her body the pleasure it craved. She noticed that craving enhance greatly as her bladder filled, and it opened up new avenues for wetting and for pleasure. However, the last thing she ever expected was to be discovered. ***** Draco Malfoy had never paid Hermione Granger much mind. She was Mudblood, of little consequence. But, one day after Halloween their first year, he noticed something peculiar about the girl. They were in History of Magic, where minds tended to wander, and students fell asleep. His father would never allow the latter, but a wandering mind was something he just could not help in such a dull subject. He was thinking on its dullness when movement caught his eye. Granger was two rows up, at the corner desk, and she couldn’t sit still. It always gave Draco a secret, naughty, thrill of pleasure to see his classmates squirm the way Hermione Granger was squirming. He knew immediately what it was for and why, and always secretly wished to see a golden puddle form under their chairs. The girl had his full attention for the rest of the lesson. The way she tapped her feet, wiggled her hips, and crossed her legs. It was a perfect potty dance going unnoticed by anyone but him. She clearly had to go quite badly, he realized with a thrill, as by the end of the lesson she was holding herself and rocking in her seat. Why she didn’t just raise her hand to be excused was beyond him. Binns never cared if students asked. In fact, students often asked to use the toilet and just never came back. But then, Draco realized that he’d never seen her ask to use the toilet. She was such a little know-it-all that she’d never waste precious class time with something as inane as emptying her bladder. At least, that was what he assumed. Class ended with her dry, much to Draco’s displeasure and he left with his friends to his next class, one he shared with the Ravenclaws. He supposed Hermione would rush to the toilet, barely making it in time to pull her knickers down even though it was just across the hall. Maybe they would even be a little wet by the time she did. He found his thoughts drifting back to her potty dance throughout the day, feeling a nagging itch he didn’t quite know how to answer. He never imagined that by dinner, the squirming girl would catch his attention again. He almost missed his mouth with his fork when he spotted her across the Great Hall. She was pale, a thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead, her whole body tight and trembling. There was no way she was still holding it all in, there couldn’t be. It had been hours since History of Magic, and she’d been about to burst. And yet, there she was, shaking with obvious need. How her friends or anyone else in the room wasn’t noticing was beyond him. He had to get a closer look, and tormenting Potter and Weasley would provide the perfect opportunity. He glanced at the Teacher’s Table, grinning to see them occupied in some discussion, and got up from his dinner to saunter over to the Gryffindor Table. “Well, well, well,” he drawled “Potter. Congratulations on defeating a Mountain Troll. I have to wonder, what were you doing in a Girls’ Loo to fight it? Already turning into a peeper, are you?” Harry and Ron both went red with embarrassment and anger, immediately firing off their mouths with blundering threats of physical abuse. He cared little for their tirade, he was watching Hermione out of the corner of his eye. And oh, what a treat. She was absolutely busting, legs tightly crossed and holding herself discretely under her skirt, her robe hiding the action. He could see it though, because he was looking for it. She was rocking back and forth, subtly and watching the argument with increasing worry. Was she worried, he wondered, that her friends would be in trouble or was it that she was about to pee her panties right there at the table? He smirked, and drawled more careless insults, lengthening her agony. Her fidgeting increased, rocking fast and uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. She bent forward a little, and he noticed how much paler she’d gotten. He’d have gone on at length, insulting Harry’s dead mother and Ron’s fat one, except that Professor McGonagall had started in their direction. He wrapped it up and continued off, disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to see Hermione lose it. He left the Great Hall, intending on heading to the library so he could finish up a little homework without Crabbe and Goyle pestering him. He didn’t see Hermione leave just behind him, but he did hear a horrified gasp in the corridor as headed toward the staircase. Being tucked behind a stone wall, he peeked back behind him to see its cause. It was Christmas! Hermione Granger was standing in the middle of the empty corridor, hands between her legs and frozen stiff. His stomach did excited backflips as he watched her tremble. “Oh no…! Oh no oh no…” she whimpered, dancing back and forth on the red carpet. Her thighs pressed together, hands clenching tight between her legs. Draco felt his face flush, cold shivers trembling through him as he watched. She was going to do it. She was actually going to have an accident. “Ah…ah..!” Hermione gasped, looking down in horror as her legs snapped apart, putting an end to her dance. Pssssssssssssstt….! Her water thundered in the corridor, spraying so hard into the carpet that it bounced back and splashed onto her shoes. “Aaaahhh….” Hermione sighed as she flooded the hall, her skirt and the carpet darkening as her thick golden stream only continued to flow. How could one person, one little girl, possibly hold so much liquid inside her? Either way, Draco loved the look on her face. She liked it, she really liked it. It felt good to let all that pee out…It must have been over two minutes that she emptied herself when the torrent turned into a little trickle and then stopped. Hermione trembled on weak knees, pulling her wand out to clean her lake and her skirt. She sighed, looking all around before heading forward toward the stairs. That was strange to him. What normal girl holds her bladder all day long until she’s bursting, has the biggest accident in the universe in the middle of the hall, and just shrugs it off? He had assumed she would have at least started to cry. Either way, Hermione Granger had marked herself as interesting, and he decided to pay her some special attention. He wasn’t left disappointed over the next week. He watched her closely, and she never once went to the toilets during the day. She would drink at all her meals and spend the day fidgeting and holding until she was bursting. He never saw her wet again that week, but he had put together at the very least the only place she peed was in the Gryffindor Tower. She would always go there directly when she found her limit. It became an obsession to him, over the years, watching her most secret moments. He followed her around the castle and the grounds, whenever she ducked into her hidden places. From abandoned halls and classes, quiet courtyards on the grounds, she would always piss the ocean that had been held up inside her. She never, ever went to the toilet. It led to two conclusions, the first being that Hermione Granger did this on purpose. She liked to wet herself, and around thirteen the fact she’d started to pleasure herself after or during her wets made that conclusion obvious. The second was that Draco himself took no higher pleasure than watching her displays. How perverse on both accounts, he mused as he filled a Pocket Pensive he’d purchased over the summer before 4th year with his memories of her pleasured wettings. With the thrill of the World Cup passing, it was the thought of the coming year that made him giddy. Hermione had wet herself running from the Death Eaters, he was almost certain. When Harry and his friends had rushed into the clearing he’d been waiting in. He’d sassed them, watching how Hermione danced in the background, then doubled over. They never noticed how pee sprayed down against the ground, they were too angry at him or horrified at the treatment of muggles. But he’d seen. And better, Hermione’s eyes had locked with his when it happened. She knew he’d seen. He had something on her, and he knew what he wanted to do with it. All he needed was to catch her one more time, and he knew just how to do it. **** Admittedly, Hermione was worried Draco would have laughed at her right there in the clearing, pointing out her accident to her friends. The fact he hadn’t made her increasingly worried. There was no way he hadn’t noticed. He’d stared right at her as she soaked her jeans. It hadn’t been her intention to wet like that, but the Death Eaters had attacked right before she could slip into the woods and soak herself in private. It wasn’t her fault, or Draco’s really, that he’d seen her. Still, going into the next year with knowing he’d seen her and nothing to resolve it made her uneasy. But what was she to do? It’s not like she could confront him and ask him not to tell anyone she’d wet her pants. She saw him at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters boarding the train with his friends. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zambini, and Theodore Nott were all in a group and chatting. They all leered at Harry as they walked by, but none looked at her. None except Draco. Heat tinted her cheeks and she looked away. He definitely had seen, but he hadn’t shared it with his friends. Why? Something so embarrassing would be fuel for the other Slytherins, and even the fussier Ravenclaws who hated her for her high grades. He had no issue tormenting Harry all last year for only fainting when Dementors came near. The whole of Slytherin house at the very least should have been laughing at her by now. They found their compartments on the train and Hermione felt a surge of need pulse in her bladder. Oh no she thought, already sitting next to the window as the train gave a loud horn blow, signaling its departure. She’d planned to empty her bladder before they got on the train, there were so many little hide aways in Kings Cross to do it. But she’d been caught up in conversation and then caught up in her anxieties when she saw Malfoy. There’d been no time for her to sneak back off the train and hide behind the information booth for the Hogwarts Express. She could have let loose there and got back on the train with no one the wiser… Her bladder throbbed again and she shifted in her seat. She couldn’t outright hold herself and dance like she needed to as her full bladder continued to give her signals. She, Harry, and Ron were all talking seriously about the Dark Mark and the show of Death Eaters at the World Cup. Harry admitted he’d been having nightmares and pains in his scar. This was no time for her bladder to be begging for relief. She suggested Harry write to Sirius, if only to ease his worries and give him something to do while she trembled with need. It was so bad…she had to go so bad. As Harry pulled out pen and parchment, a sudden burst of heat warmed her panties. Hermione bit her lower lip, pressing her thighs together, but with everyone in the room it was all she could do to hold the flood back. It wasn’t quite enough. Another burst of pee bloomed in her knickers again, then another, and another, and another. Her thighs were wet and she felt the seat cushion she was sitting on grow wet. Thankfully, she’d had the sense to pull her skirt out from under her when she felt her needs grow urgent. It was soaking her liquid well, but it wouldn’t hold it all. If she fully lost control, everything would run down the front of the bench and puddle on the floor. Ron and Harry would see, they’d know…She bit the inside of her cheek as another trickle of pee soaked into the seat. She had to get up and find somewhere on the train, and now. “I’ll be right back” Hermione said, not giving a reason but her company didn’t much mind. She set her newspaper on her seat, hiding the stain there, and headed out of the compartment. She dared to give herself a little squeeze once she was alone. The only place that came to mind was the baggage car, they were closer than the toilets were. She hurried down to the end of the train, paling as she felt more spurts of pee warm her wet panties, trickles running down her legs. She hoped she was moving too fast through the students going from compartment to compartment, visiting this friend and that, for anyone else to notice. By the time she had shut herself in the baggage car, she was leaking constantly. “Oh my God, oh my God…!” she squealed, her hand buried in her skirt, wetness soaking through it and wetting her hand. “My, my, my,” Drawled an all too familiar voice. Shock and panic made her moans of need die in her throat. She even stopped wetting for a moment. Draco Malfoy was sitting on top of the first group of trunks, grinning from ear to ear. “M-Malfoy, what are you…?! Ah..Oh..!” she questioned, legs quivering as her bladder throbbed, another stream dribbling out. She crossed her legs, both hands clenching into her girlhood to stop the flow. “Looks like someone really needs a wee,” Draco smirked, “why don’t you just do what you did at the World Cup? You needed a wee then, too.” “N-no I can’t…What’re you doing in here, I…Aah..haaa….oh Merlin…” Hermione was doing her best to avoid the inevitable, but another burst a pee soaked down her legs, sprinkling onto the metal floor below her. Draco’s grin got even wider. “Looks like you can, and you’re already doing it,” he smirked, “Why don’t you let it all out, hm? It’ll feel so good…Doesn’t it always just feel so good, Granger?” How did he know? Why did he know? What was going on? She could hardly string two thoughts together while her bladder burned in her belly and her heart pounded with anxiety in her chest. She couldn’t pee in front of Draco Malfoy! She just couldn’t! But…oh she couldn’t help it anymore. Her bladder was so past its limit, and every little dribble felt so good like he said… “Aah…ahh..! I can’t…I can’t hold it!” she cried out, gasping with shock and shame as a strong torrent of pee burst into her skirt, splashing loudly onto the metal. “Oh no!” she cried again when another burst through her fingers, then another. She was peeing right there, in front of Malfoy and pleasure was still coiling in her belly. He smirked wider and she completely lost it with a cry, a wave of pleasure crashing through her as a full gush of pee released. It was hot and fast and her muscles felt like jelly, unable to clench against the flood. Psssshhhh…! The sound echoed loudly as her pee splashed against the metal, puddling around her. “Aah…haa….ahhhhhh…” she gasped, gulping air as she sighed with relief. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to watch the grin Draco eyed her with. Her release felt too good to worry with him for the moment. Minutes past and she still released her water until only a trickle remained. For long moments more, the only sound between them was a soft dripping from her soaked panties and skirt into the massive puddle she made. Draco adjusted his pants and jumped down off the trunks, giddy as he splashed into the puddle below. The sound made Hermione jump. She looked at him with wide, almost frightened eyes. “Looks like that felt real good, Granger,” he smirked, “you like wetting your knickers, don’t you?” “I…” she started, the haze of relief fading from her eyes, replaced with a narrowed look, gulping a touch, “Look…I didn’t mean…I really had to go…The toilets had a line, and…” “Oh spare me,” Draco scoffed, cutting her off “you’ve been holding it till you burst since first year. You never piss in the loo like a normal person. You find places you think you’re alone and flood the place.” Hermione’s jaw nearly joined her puddle on the floor. “How do you..? How could you possibly…!?” “You were never alone as you thought you were,” he smirked “I’ve been watching the whole time.” “You…you sick pervert!” she snapped, snarling as her hand went to her wand. “Now, now,” he said, pulling his own faster, “there’s no need for that. I’m not going to tell anyone.” “Why?” she demanded, wand still in hand. “I want to play a little game,” he said “and I think you’d like to play too.” “And why’s that?” she growled. “Because you like to pee yourself, and I like to watch,” he grinned “I’m not going to let you watch me pee!” she snapped “I’ve been watching,” he said “and if you won’t play along, I’ll let everyone know.” “You fucking—” “Oh, such language from Little Miss Perfect,” he laughed “Shut up!” she snapped, sparks flying out of her wand. Draco flicked his own, his disarming spell finding its mark since she was so enraged. “Listen here,” he said “I have a whole Pensive of memories of you pissing your panties and diddling off in the wet. If you don’t agree, everyone will see it and think you’re the sick pervert. Do you understand?” “Blackmailing little shit,” she growled, hands balling at her sides. He just chuckled, not caring at all. “So,” he continued, “I want to play a little game…lets call it Master and Servant.” “If you think for one minute I’m going to serve you like some maid, you’ve got another thing coming!” she snapped “Oh please, I have house elves for that,” he said, noting her enraged expression with pleasure, “No, no…but I’m going to be the master of your bladder. I want you to come and get me if you need a wee, and you’ll only get to go if I say so. If not, or if you have an accident, you’re in for a punishment. How’s that sound?” “That sounds terrible! You sick pervert, I’ll never agree to this!” “Well, obviously I’d want you to agree,” he mused “but if you don’t I have the blackmail. Either way I get what I want. But before you get too angry, think it over. You like pissing yourself. You love it, I’d dare to say. And I like to watch you do it. How many guys do you think are gonna be into that? Most people would think that’s perfectly disgusting.” Hermione scowled, crossing her arms. She hated that he had a point. And she had, very secretly, wished someone would watch her. Take pleasure in her pleasure, watching her pee. Maybe even let her sit on a lap as her bladder burst…She swallowed the sour taste in her mouth. “So,” she said tersely “you’re saying that if I do as you ask, you won’t tell anyone I wet myself?” “No indeed,” he smiled, “I’d rather let this play out for as long as I’m interested.” “And when you’re bored?” she asked “Well, if you play along nicely, I may not tell everyone you’re filthy girl that likes to piss her knickers,” he smiled wickedly. Hermione huffed, considering her options. She didn’t have many. She was a wet mess, caught in her own puddle by none other than one of the nastiest brats Hogwarts held within its castle walls. And yet…she found his offer strangely appealing. “You swear you won’t say anything if I play along?” she asked “Cross my heart and hope to die,” he grinned. Hermione’s scowl grew, her foot tapping impatiently in her puddle as she mulled it over. “I want some conditions,” she said, making Draco grin wider. “Like what?” “I don’t want to wet where others will see it,” she said, “you can see, but that’s it.” “Fine,” he agreed, “anything else?” “I’m not going to do anything…sexual as a punishment,” she said, heat tinting her cheeks. “Ugh,” Draco scoffed “no, you misunderstand. I still hate you. I still think you’re disgusting Mudblood. I’d never touch you or have any type of feelings. I just like watching you piss.” “Good,” Hermione said coolly, “that was going to be my third condition.” Draco had to laugh at her gumption, hands going into his pockets. She really was something, standing there in a puddle with pissed panties and a wet skirt, so defiant. It was part of the reason she was so very interesting. “So, you agree?” he asked triumphantly. “I agree,” she said with an irritated huff, “but you better not go back on your word or I’ll hex you so hard you’ll have to eat through a straw for the rest of your life!” He laughed again, such a fierce little thing! He liked this situation very much. “Now, now, that’s no way to talk to your Master…” “If you think I’m gonna call you that—” “I do, and you will, or Draco, or else you’re gonna get punished.” She scowled. “Fine, Draco…” she growled, “if you’re through, I’m going back to my compartment.” “Dripping wet?” he smirked, making her blush. Before she could retrieve her wand from where his spell had flung it, he cast his own cleaning charms. Her panties warmed and dried between her legs, her socks and skirt as well. The puddle followed next and it was like it never happened. “There, now you can’t say I’m not a nice master, can you?” he teased, moving to grab her wand for her. She snatched from his hand and turned heel, her bushy hair smacking him in the face. “One more thing” he said before she opened the door, “make sure you order a fizzy pumpkin juice from the trolley, and drink at least four goblets at dinner. Don’t pee before you go to bed, and meet me on the fourth floor, the unused classroom near the Charms classroom. You know the one, you piss in there when you’ve overheld it.” “Fine!” she snapped, reddening when he mentioned a favorite wetting spot of hers. The knowledge unnerved her, adding fact to the story he told. She stormed out of the baggage car, fuming with anger. Draco was left chuckling at his own brilliant idea and took a long moment to reward himself with a little pleasure, fueling it with her most recent release.
  13. Hermione lay in her bed and she desperately needed to pee but she was sleeping and in her mind she needed her to stop thinking of peeing because she would have an accident. But it failed her mind did go back to thinking of peeing, her dream was when she was in her first year she probably had the most humiliating thing happen to her and it was that she pees herself while getting sorted into Gryffindor by the sorting hat. She woke up and her bed was soaked she got out of the bed and used her spell to hide the fact that she wet the bed and went to the bathroom to clean herself. Her pjs pants was wet she had a large dot in the middle and it was her first time peeing in her pjs at Hogwarts, it wasn’t really but she would not count year 2’s bed wetting because of reasons. She used her spell again to get her stain to disappear from her pants and luckily she wore no panties under that. She used wingardium leviosa to bring her red panties and Gryffindor robes to her. She got out of the toilets to find Ginny awake with no pjs even on her luckily the other girls were sleeping because Hermione didn’t think the girls wanted to see Ginny completely naked. She whispered to her that she wet the bed and Ginny said so too and they went to find Harry and Ron they were awake with all the other Gryffindor boys and walked to the Great Hall. When arriving she and the others choose where to set and Hermione was next to Ginny. She drank a large orange juice and that already made her desperate for a wee but tried not to let go and she couldn’t just let it go under the table. Dumbledore spoke about the welcoming of year 3, new year 1’s and teachers. He talked about dementors or something like that because all Hermione was trying to do was to hold her pee in and watched all the new year 1’s getting sorted in their houses and she remembered her embarrassing accident she had then. Hagrid was a teacher now and she looked forward for that to happen. She had Divination first and then Hagrid so she hopped that she could hold it all the way and go after Divination. Professor Trelawney was talking about this cups that can see things, she never like Divination at all as Trelawney sounded boring and not enjoyable like other subjects. She put her hand up to signal Professor meaning for her lavatory needs. Professor saw Hermione and said “yes.” Hermione said “Professor can I please go to the toilet?” And Professor said “No, you may not go!” Hermione look so awestruck as it was the first female teacher to ever say no to a 14 year old girl who desperately needs to pee and within a few minutes she couldn’t hold it any longer. All the students must now work in pairs to do the work, Hermione is with Harry and Ron. Hermione keeps sticking her hand under the desk to grab her croch and then it exploded she started peeing herself her violent stream started as it kept going and then when it finished Hermione started crying. Harry and Ron did not like Professor Trelawney because of what had happened to their friend. Now it was time for Hagrid even know she was still recovering from before. To be continued...
  14. Here’s the Ginny and Luna story. Hope you enjoy. These two are actually favorite ship, so may as well write about them. Wrote this in Luna’s point of view. Hope you enjoy! There are a couple of things I keep secret. They are the type of secret you really shouldn’t tell anyone, yet I did tell someone. She continued to be my best friend at Hogwarts, and I actually started to fall for her. Love is a beautiful thing, it’s something Nargles can’t steal, and if it is true, can’t be broken. When I first met her, she was crying, near the entrance to my dorms, and, she actually trusted me enough to tell me about the Diary, Tom Riddles. She felt horrible about what it made her do. All the Chaos, she blamed on herself. I simply just comforted her, let her know that it isn’t her fault, and that no matter what, the problem would be solved. I then did what I never thought I would do, told her my secrets. I don’t own a single pair of socks. It is far to easy for Nargles to steal them, so why bother with them Also, they are weird to put on. And, I also told her about how I actually liked to hold my pee until I wet and see others do the same. She found it weird, but didn’t judge. Basically saying she would support me, and would be glad to call me her friend, but won’t consider trying it. Now, in our 4th year, things were, well, interesting. I was over at the Gryffindor common room with Ginny, my bare feet resting on her lap as she sits contemplating something. It was winter, so the fireplace was burning with delightful warmth. Seeing her red hair glow in the light of this little fire was making me melt. My fire for her was growing bigger than the one heating the room. “Hey, Luna. You aren’t mad about Gryffindor beating Ravenclaw at Quidditch are you?” “No, not at all. It was great seeing you and Harry in action.” “Well, Michel got real bitter about Ravenclaw losing, so now I’m single.” “He’s one of the ones who calls me Loony.” “Really? Well, all the more reason to break it off with him. No one insults my friends and gets away with it, especially not you.” “Be honest Ginny, am I crazy?” She looks directly in my eyes, wide eyed. “Luna, you’re the perfect level of crazy. Honestly, you are perfectly amazing the way you are. Sure, you did spill some pretty deep secrets about yourself the first day we met, but look how close we are because of it. “ “So, I am Loony?” “Not at all. Crazy, yes. But not in any way a bad kind of crazy. Luna,” She looks directly into my eyes, “Any guy would be lucky to have you.” “Yeah, any guy.” I look down. Any guy? No, I’m not that interested in guys. Am I? Ginny has been the only one who I have really liked in that way. “Did I say it wrong?” Ginny, she’s concerned about me. Have Nargles stolen my words? Can they even do that? My father and I may need to look into that. Finally, I am able to speak, “Well, to be completely honest, I never have really liked any guy.” “Oh.” She looks down, “So, you like girls?” “I guess.” “Well, I can’t say I’m shocked. It just adds to your amazing nature Luna.” People call me dreamy, but that might be because of moments like this, with her. Her next question causes me to stop dead in my tracks. “So, are there any girls you like?” “Well, yeah.” “Oh my god. I need to know Luna. Who?” My head is looking down, I can’t tell her. What would that do? “I, I would rather not say, if that’s ok.” “Oh come on, can’t you trust me?” “Of course I trust you Ginny, I just, I guess I’m not entirely comfortable with this topic.” “I guess that’s fair enough.” She is shifting, a lot under where my feet lay. Does she need to pee? I wonder if she has been waiting for me to notice. “Uh, Ginny, you do seem to be shifting around a lot. Is everything alright?” “Well, yeah. I just have needed to use the loo for some time.” Ginny needs to pee? Why didn’t she go earlier? “So, if you will excuse me.” “Well, What if I don’t want to move my feet?” “Then I guess I would just need to find a way then.” “Honestly Gin, could you just go right there?” I didn’t mean to ask her, but part of me wants to see her wet herself. Also, my feet are rather comfortable where they are at. “Well, These jeans are new, I don’t want to ruin them, and, also, I don’t want to ruin this furniture as well. My family doesn’t have enough to cover for it.” “I guess that’s true. But, I still am comfortable where I am, and don’t want to move my legs anywhere.” “Okay, well, did you think about this?” She starts scratching the soles of my feet, not enough to hurt, but enough for it to really tickle. It makes me jerk my feet back, leaving enough time for her to get up. “Come on, We both know how ticklish you are.” “I know, but Ginny, will I ever get to see you have a wee in you pants?” She looks at me, almost with a touch of sympathy. “Honestly, only under the right conditions.” “Which are?” “Well, I can’t say, but believe me, you can tell when you meet all of them.” “Well, I may as well come to Ginny, I kinda need to go to.” “Fine by me.” We both walk toward the bathrooms, that’s when we see Hermione, holding her crotch, dancing around. She must really need the loo. “Hey Hermione!” Ginny is quick to greet her. “Hey Ginny, Hello Luna, Ugh, they really needed to lock these doors did they? I am honestly on the brink of wetting myself.” “Are you telling me they locked the bathroom?” “Apparently.” I can’t help but ask Hermione, “Hermione, why didn’t you go before it became such an emergency?” “I was studying. Seriously, how can either of you not? I usually study until I am bursting, and, at points like tonight, I sometimes wait until I am leaking.” She is wearing jeans. Hermione is close to weeing herself in jeans. Ginny speaks up, “This isn’t good at all, I’m going out to see if there are bathrooms open around Hogwarts. Hermione, you want to come?” “Going out after Curfew? I wouldn’t dare. I would only do that to save Hogwarts and beyond, not for anything else, not even my bladder.” “Luna, you want to go?” “Sure,” What if Ginny doesn’t find a bathroom? And what about Hermione? “What do you plan to do Hermione?” “Well, I do still have studying to do, so, I guess I have to find a way to wee some- NO!” It started, urine was dripping down her jeans, pouring out fast. Her light blue jeans were instantly becoming shades darker. Eventually, a puddle formed on the floor. Reaching both my feet and Ginny’s. It’s a shame she is wearing socks. If she decided to go barefoot, the pee wouldn’t be as hard to clean up. “I’m so sorry about this. This is embarrassing. Feels good, but I just can’t believe I weed myself like a child.” Hermione breaks down and starts crying. I walk over and hug her. Ginny does so to, but after taking off her socks. “Hermione, It’s ok, accidents happen.” “I know Ginny. I should probably get back to studying. You should go grab Harry’s invisibility cloak before going out, to avoid trouble.” “Planning on it. Thanks Hermione.” “Oh, and don’t bother with the unlocking spell on the door, its locked with magic.” “Fair enough.” I just saw Hermione Granger pee herself. However, that actually made whatever need to pee I had noticeable. This should be interesting. As Hermione walks away back to her room, Ginny whispers to me. “You know she’s bi, right?” “Really?” “Yeah, Came out to me last year. Not even Ron or Harry know.” “Well, I never knew that. And What about you?” “Well,” She pauses, looking down, and also shifting her foot around. “I’m Bi.” “Seriously? I didn’t see you as the type to like girls.” “Well, there’s one I have my eye out for. Now, come on. We have to find a loo, and soon.” “And if it’s not soon?” “Well, then I wee myself.” “Can you just do that now?” Ginny looks at me, “I’m sorry Luna, I just can’t. At least not now.” “Fine.” “Now, let’s get going.” “To the cloak?" I nod in agreement. As much as I would love to see her wee herself, I don’t want to hurt this girl. I still remember the tears in her eyes. The ones that lamed herself for allowing the basilisk to escape, and who was controlled by the diary. She deserves better than that.
  15. It was 7:00 AM in Hogswarts Castle, Ginny Weasley woke up from her deep sleep to find out she needs to pee desperately. She ignored her urge and went back to sleep but it was hard because of her mind kept thinking about her past wettings. Hermione was also desperate to the two girls thought of masterbating as they both loved wetting their beds. Ginny likes this because her first accident happened in Year 2 where she had to had help Tom Riddle come back and ordered her not to use a single toilet and this is what he said “Ginny you cannot use or go to use the toilet, go wet yourself.” So they masterbating in bed and waiting for themselves to pee their pyjamas pants. Ginny and Hermione have full bladders now, as the two girls waiting for their golden pee to come out and wet the sheets. They both feel a squirt coming out and dampening their pyjamas pants, they both softly grunt as they let out a smell fart. They grunted again and farted again and continued masterbating they let go and another squirt of pee come gushing out from their hairy pussy and making their pyjamas pants wet. Hermione and Ginny masterbated one last time they started losing control of her bladder and started peeing themselves. Their bed sheets getting wet and their pyjamas pants getting darker in colour. They started taking off their pyjamas pants as they kept peeing their endless pee coming out until they were completely naked in a wet bed. They got out very quietly to walk to the girls bathroom. They walked naked to the bathroom, when they got there they got some toilet paper to wipe their wet legs and pussy. The girls walked outsidej and put on their panties and skirt and shirt. The other girls woke up and used the bathroom to do things such as peeing on the toilet, brushing their teeth and brushing their hair. Ginny was talking to Hermione, she drank about 5-6 waters. They all walked to the Great Hall she sat next to Harry Potter and listened to Dumbledore’s speech as she felt she had to go to the bathroom to have a big wee, she had to hold it in. The speech ended and Ginny’s first class was charms as she had a full bladder as they boy accidentally did the charm Aguamenti instead of Reducto, which made Ginny’s bladder worsen. She took out her wand and pointed at her pussy and said a spell that make you hold your pee in longer, but there was a big problem Draco Malfoy was looking at her squirming in her chair and Malfoy put the opposite spell on Ginny, that makes you pee instead of holding it in. Ginny put the spell on her again, Malfoy did the opposite spell again, Ginny put the spell on her again, Malfoy did the opposite spell again, Ginny put the spell on her again and Malfoy did the opposite spell again. Her bladder couldn’t keep when she started wetting herself her loud pee hitting the ground her whole seat was wet, even her big sexy ass was wet. Her panties, her pants, her hands and legs. Her pee was running down her legs and into her long socks and into her shoes. Professor Flitwick said “What happened here!” Ginny was to shy to tell him so her friend Hermione put her hand up and said “Professor, Draco Malfoy made my friend wet herself!” “Draco, 21 points off Slytherin! Don’t ever make girls wet themselves again you here me?” “Yes professor” said Malfoy. Hermione promised her that she will get revenge on Malfoy, then the class learnt Reducto and the class ended.
  16. Hermione Granger couldn’t sleep it was 1:00 AM and found out she had to pee in bed. She ignored her urge and went back to sleep, she wakes up ten minutes later she peed the bed. Ginny heard the sound of her pee wetting the sheets, she walks over to her bed and tells her something if she can’t fall asleep she masterbates in her bed waiting for her to piss the bed, she tells Hermione to take off her wet pyjamas. Hermione took off all her clothes she slid under her sheets with Ginny and she told her to play around with her pussy by squeezing it very tight, stroking it to make it uncomfortable and stretching it making her relief worse. The two naked girls keep doing this and finally wet the bed with their hot golden warm pee as the feel of these makes them sleep together naked in a very warm bed. That was 1:19 AM. It was the next day Hermione and Ginny were the only two girls up as they both walked naked to the common room bathroom, where they peed in the sink while brushing their hair. The two girls finished and cleaned off their wet hairy pussy as they both got dressed. They wore only on Mondays pantyhose as the girls and the other girls woke up and got dressed. They all sat down in the great hall and ate breakfast, a house full of boys and girls sitting on each table. Ginny had a big crush on Harry Potter but was too shy to tell him because she thought that he wouldn’t want a girlfriend or even wife who loves masterbating and wetting the bed. They finished by Dumbledor’s speech and let them go to all classes. Hermione drank so many orange juice is when she got to Professor Mcgonagall’s class she already had to pee. Hermione did not put her hand up and say please professor can I go and use the bathroom, she sat there quitet and used magic to make her bladder not open and peeing herself. The period was over and just one more to go her bladder was now fine just like before she sat on her spot in the classroom, next was charms. Today they learnt the spell Aguamenti (which is the water spell), these was very bad for her bladder especially when she could hear jets coming out of their wands and the sound of water could not help her hold her pee in for after the lesson, the period ended. Hermione caught up with Ginny and both have been holding the pee in from the two periods before now, they both walked to the only bathroom that no other girl uses and that is Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. Hermione and Ginny comes very day to wet themselves everyday peeing on the tiles wetting their panties, pantyhose and skirt. They wait until their pee comes out and wetting themselves, they both feel a squirt of pee come out and dampening her panties and pantyhose. They let another one come out from their hairy pussy as this one makes her panties more wetter and more streams of pee runs down their legs into their socks. They let it go and they freely let her bladder open and pee themselves as the girls feel the warmth of their pee wetting her skirt, panties and running down their legs wetting their pantyhose. Moaning Myrtle missed being alive and being able to touch her hairy pussy and masterbate. Hermione and Ginny leave and say goodbye to Myrtle and clean themselves that it doesn’t look like that they had an accident and processed to the great hall to eat lunch.
  17. Harry got on the Hogwarts Express and tried to find a seat they did next a boy with ginger hair and just sat down lonely. The boy’s name was Ron went in and started talking talking. Then a lady come with a trolley full of lollies and Harry brought it as the two of them ate it. Just then a girl with long brown hair sat next to them, her name was Hermione Granger. She then pulled out a book and started reading it and then the lady with the trolley come back and Hermione brought a large bottle of water. She read her book and drank her water. Hermione finished her water and said to Harry and Ron that she is coming back, she walked to the female bathroom and it read that it is being cleaned up in 20 minuets. The trolley girl came by and said that an 11 year old girl went to the bathroom to do a big poo and her poo clogged the toilet so that’s why it’s like this and there is only one toilet in there. Hermione walked back to her seat and started reading her book, it was very hard because her bladder kept hurting while holding in her pee. Hermione kept squeezing her legs tight and Harry and Ron kept asking her what is wrong. She always replied with nothing because she didn’t want them to know that she needed to pee. She squirmed on her seat when she got a half full bladder, her newly friends kept worrying about her. Hermione kept reading as she felt her bladder hurting even more squeezed her legs more tighter, she had a full bladder and she felt the first squirt of pee coming out and dampening her white panties, as she squirmed in her seat. Making Her friends worried about her, she squeezed her legs tight again and again while reading her book when another squirt of pee coming from her pussy came out and making her panties wet. As she turned the page of her book and kept reading the whole page she heard a girl in front of them let out a smelly fart. Hermione finished her page, just then after she turned the next page she peed herself and felt it warmth running down her leg into her shoe and wetting her panties and skirt and pussy felt very warm. She stopped and said “I’m sorry just didn’t want you two to know that I had to pee.” Tears running down her eyes and Harry and Ron said “don’t worry we won’t tell anybody.” As Hermione hugged them and said “thank you!” 20 minuets later the train arrived at Hogsmeade station and her skirt was not fell wet anymore but felt very wet from the inside. They all follow Hagrid to Hogwarts Castle.
  18. I'm really sorry but my attention span when it comes to writing stories is quite small. That's why I have several stories but almost none of them have been updated. I will get around to updating them all, but for now I have a harry potter story for you, with characters not usually used. I really do hope you all enjoy! Chapter 1: Since his resurrection not too long ago Voldemort has been feeling weird. He could place a finger on it but something was definitely wrong. He wasn’t sure if was something he overlooked with the resurrection process but it was something he definitely wanted to figure out. But for now, he would focus on world domination. He was sure he could easily defeat the boy who lived, after all his defeat was only a fluke. The only reason he lived was an oversight by himself and the second time he wouldn’t have a mother to save him. He was currently residing in a building in muggle london where no one would expect him. With some spells he was easily able to make himself undetectable. The plan for his comeback was to be subtle and lay low while he slowly regained his following and influence in the ministry of magic. Luckily the minister of magic refused to listen to Dumbledore, giving him an easier time. What bothered him most about the situation was his inability to leave the house. If people saw Voldemort then his whole plan would be corrupted. This counted for his Azkaban escapees as well should they be found, it would not mean well. This left him to micromanage the supporters he had. While telling lucious what to do was enjoyable, he was still bored. Although he should be plotting out the death of a certain scar stricken boy. He just didn’t feel like it. He tasked young Draco Malfoy to kill Dumbledore and get the death eaters inside of the castle. Voldemort was sure he would prove to be unable to do it but he was interested as to what would come of it. There was of course always a chance that he would come through. The house in which Tom Riddle (Voldemort's real name) stayed in was irritable muggle like. They had muggle appliances like toasters and microwaves and they absolutely hated it. They could easily dispose of everything, but they had a muggle landlord and had to keep up appearances. Even though they imperioed him so they didn’t pay rent, they didn’t take any risks. The house was fashioned like a typical muggle household. The basement is where they spent most of their time. Only tom and a few other Azkaban escapees stayed there while everyone else was out putting his plans into action. Their current plan was to imperio as much of the Ministry of Magic officials as they could. This would start with the head of the auror division. This would be hard to do, but once they accomplish it it means they could have their own men stationed in the auror corps and would be gaining intel. They had already infiltrated the Order of the Phoenix with Severus Snape. He would come around often to make potions and Tom was quite fond of him. Lately Bellatrix and Narcissa had been staying here most often as they were sisters and were some of his closest allies. Voldemort turned the corner when he saw Bellatrix Lestrange who was taking short but quick strides. “Hello Bellatrix, I have a job for you.” Bellatrix stood at 5 feet 10 inches with long black curly hair and a thin frame. Her face clear and her jaws were clearly visible. She wore a long black dress that clung to her frame. She turned to look at Voldemort “What mission do you have for me, my lord?” Bellatrix said while shifting her weight from leg to leg. A smile encompassed Voldemort’s face, “I need you to change your appearance so no one recognizes you of course. Once you do that you must travel to the cottage my mother lived in. The one near Little Hangleton. There should b-” Voldemort was cut off by a soft moan from Bellatrix as she crossed her legs together from inside her dress. “What is the matter?” With a worried look on her face, Bellatrix responded, “Oh, it's nothing sir please continue.” Whilst adjusting herself. She deeply hoped Tom wouldn’t think much of it. She just wanted to be done fairly soon so she could finish what she was doing before. “Anyways.” Voldemort continued, “At the cottage there should be a ring. This ring will try and do something to protect itself from you, but I trust you will be able to handle everything they throw at you.” Voldemort finished. Glancing at Bellatrix he sees her foot quickly and she had a disgruntled expression written across her face. He didn’t need to use leginemency to find out she need to go to the bathroom. In fact she was probably going to the only one in the house when he called upon her. Voldemort didn’t know what it was but he felt a thrill inside of him. Becoming impatient, Bellatrix asked, “Is that all my lord?” Wanting to get away as soon as possible. Voldemort figured he could take advantage of the situation. Fully aware that Bellatrix had to pee, he asked her anyways. “What’s the matter my dear?” Bellatrix didn’t want to but she answered anyways. “I have to go to the bathroom.” Bellatrix admitted. Not exactly sure what to do from here and knowing he had ultimate power over her and everyone else he simply admitted it. “Frankly, your need to piss has got me...excited Bellatrix.” This had caught her off guard, she thought once she admitted it she could be let loose and use the bathroom, but she felt a little weird knowing she was turning The Dark Lord on right now. What she hadn’t been expecting was for the dark lord to grab onto her dress and slowly pull it up. Bellatrix had once said she’d do anything for him but she definitely didn’t have this in mind. “How long have you been holding it.” The question came out of nowhere but Bellatrix had to stop for a while and think. “Around 5 or 6 hours since I last used the toilet, although I did drink a lot of water.” Bellatrix responded. Voldemort lifted her dress up high enough to see her black underwear that was tight around her waist. Pulling her underwear down and out of the way, Voldemort could visibly see the protrusion of the swollen abdomen Bellatrix carried. At the sight of this Voldemort was both impressed as well as turned on. Gently, he placed a hand on it and heard as Bellatrix let out a soft moan. He could feel that is was as hard as a rock. He then slips his hand in between her thighs and pushes them apart. “I’m going to piss myself my lord.” Bellatrix said in a concerned voice with a strained look on her face. Her thighs trembled as she fought to hold in the copious amounts of piss inside of her but muscels eventually tired. Not too long afterwards, the splatter of piss against the tile floor could be heard. A long with this came a long sigh from bellatrix. Soon after the flow stopped and she was worried. “I’m sorry my lord, I couldn’t hold it I swear.” With a slick smile on his lips he replied, “That was quite enjoyable.” And with a quick motion with his hands the liquid that lay across the floor vanished.
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    Dear visitors of Omorashi.org, I come before you with a request. I was recently reading a Harry Potter Fanfiction, and it was really good. I am going to list as many details as I can remember to hopefully narrow down the search. It was about how after Harry's 5th year, Remus comes to the Dursleys' almost everyday to help Harry get over Sirius' death. During the summer break, Harry is under surveillance the entire time by at least two members of the Order of the Phoenix. He also is trained by Kingsley, Moody, and Tonks as well as Remus. He, Hermione and Remus research Muggle religions to come up with a way to block the Unforgivable Curses. For his birthday, Remus gives him a book, then when he is going to Ms. Figgs' house, he is surprised by a party for him and Neville, who has also been trained alongside Harry. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, as well as many others are there. Dumbledore is there, and makes a public apology to Harry for being so manipulative. Moody gives him a 7-chamber trunk and Harry says that he will turn the last two compartments into a study and a personal library. Ron is shocked, and says to Hermione to get a medi-witch because there's something wrong with Harry. When Harry is out pulling weeds in front of the Dursleys' the blood wards are breached, and Death Eaters attack the house. Harry tries to run, but Malfoy (Draco and Lucius) spot him and three Crucio and 23 Killing Curses are sent at him, and he blocks all of them, but goes into a coma. While in the coma, he goes to a place between heaven and earth called accelerated learning in latin, he meets the founders and his parents and Sirius, as well as his future children. He spends a few days there, then returns to the blackness of his own mind, to internalize what he has learned, then returns to the place for a few more days. After repeating this for a few times, he finally wakes up in the Hogwarts infirmary, on the first day of school, 15 days later. Dobby comes to serve under Harry, and Winky comes to serve under Ginny. Eventually, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and Harry are invited to join the Order. Amelia Bones is the acting Minister because Fudge was thrown out of office for turning a blind eye to Voldemort, and pardoning Lucius Malfoy. Ron wants all the schools and Ministries in Europe to be united so that he can have a proverbial real life chess set, because he was invited to the order for his excellent strategy knowledge. The title had something to do with Godric's Heir (I know, another one of those.) I had 47 chapters, and was most likely rated either T or M. It was on Fanfiction.net. I am writing this because I had a tab open with the story on it, but I accidentally closed it, and now I am unable to find it again. If someone could give me a lead to find it again, I would be most grateful. Who knows? I might even write a fictional story for you as a thank you... But please, help me out. I really loved that story, and want to finish reading it. I only got the the 7th chapter out of 47. Please help?
  20. Chapter 1. Harry sighed as another fat droplet of rain landed directly on his glasses, blinding him once again on his way to the train station. He reached up wiping his glasses off quickly, wishing he could just cast the spell to make his glasses impervious to the rain. Sadly you had to be 17 years of age to cast magic outside of school and poor harry was just 16. He was however given express permission to use his wand to summon the knight bus to travel to diagon alley the night before that's how he got to kings crossing. His aunt and uncle had flat out refused to take him. So he stayed the night at the leaky cauldron and now he's headed to the train station, head in the clouds lost in thought when realizes his bladder is sending him some kinda strong signals. I better pee as soon as i get on the train he thought not worried about making it there. Living with the dursleys provided plenty of practice and harry even made a game out of it he called it the hold it game. Harry soon forgot all about his need again, once again troubled by his thoughts of voldemort, his family, and unsure sexuality he didn't know what was right in his world. Soon harry reached the train station which was jam packed with other kids. He got in line for the barrier doing a little wiggling starting to feel desperate again. The line felt like it was taking forever harry danced a bit but finally it was his turn. As soon as he walked thru the barrier he heard two cheery voices call out “harry!”. He silently cursed his luck. He made his way over to his friends “hey guys what's up” he said hermione hugged him tightly causing him much desperation he winced. “how are you harry” she said like a mother hen “i'm good mione lets get on the train” harry said “are you alright mate” ron said harry blushed “ i'm fine!” the trio headed to the train. Harry's bladder was throbbing now but he knew he must not give in yet.they boarded the train and found a compartment and harry was finally able to tear himself away to head toward the bathrooms reaching critical stage he starts to run accidentally plowing right into someone bringing them down right on top of his bladder. Oh no! Can't hold it! Harry thought as piss exploded out of his cock spraying his jeans. Embarrassed to be wetting himself in public he looks up into the eyes of who he has knocked on top of him. And he find none other than draco malfoy himself. He blushed and waited for the barrage of insults to come flying out of malfoy's mouth but not a word came out. His eyes just got all shiney and he got up and walked away. Harry quickly changed into his wizard robes and rejoined his friends pondering what the incident meant.
  21. Hi! I draw this from RidiculusRaven's story (cf. Title). It's a Harry Potter fanfic. It was really hard to draw him without his glasses. tried to draw as mich details as I could. And it's a colored drawing! Enjoy! I
  22. As @ConfusedOne wanted, I tried to draw a character from Harry Potter. So let me introduce you Hermione Granger. She is so scared while fighting that she felt and peed her panties ! Enjoy!
  23. I know I have another interactive going, but I thought I'd start a new one in a different style: shorter entries, shorter time between entries. It's going to be primarily public desperation, whether or not she wets or enjoys Omorashi is up to you! No messing or diapers though, sorry. The main character is female, but I also enjoy male so there may be some male desperation. I'll also be sure to include actual cameos from HP, but Slytherin and Gryffindor might have more if that helps with your decision. If you want her to be in your house, though, go for it! There will still be plenty of cameos, duh. Anyway! Time to make a character! Everything here is optional, I'll fill in gaps if I have to . Name House General Appearance Likes/Dislikes Sexuality Year (not year 7, because the trio is not at Hogwarts) Feel free to add anything else, too.
  24. I have a rather unhealthy obsession with Deamus. They're so perfect together it almost hurts. One of my friends sent me a link to a "kinkfest" (I'm not into that, but she had no way of knowing), and one of the prompts was that someone wet themselves from being tickled. So this happened. It's not exactly like the prompt, but I like where it wound up. I hope you guys enjoy! —————————— Seamus lay on his side on his bed, doing his best to hold still as he posed for Dean. Dean had asked him to model today; he wanted to practice drawing people, and he said Seamus was the best subject. Seamus was proud to be Dean’s model, but he had been laying there for what must have been hours already. He was dead bored. And he really had to pee. “Dean,” Seamus whined, stretching his name out as if it had five syllables. “When will ye be done?” Dean grinned. “Eventually.” “C’mon, Dean, hurry up, will ye?” “It’d be easier to work if you’d quit fidgeting, Shay.” Dean raised his eyebrows meaningfully. “Can’t help it,” Seamus muttered. “I really gotta take a leak.” A wicked glint entered Dean’s eyes. “Sorry, but you’ll have to hold it. I’m at a very crucial point right now; if you move, it’ll mess up the whole ambience.” “Ambience?” Seamus raised an eyebrow. “Is that even a thing in drawin’?” “Of course it is, Shay. Now shut up.” Seamus glared at Dean for a moment, but kept his mouth shut. The dormitory remained quiet for quite a long time. With every second that passed, Seamus felt like his bladder was filling up more and more. It felt like it was too full, in fact, and that the muscle was stretching beyond its capabilities. The more time he spent waiting for Dean to finish, the more desperate he became. He may have been in dire need of the loo, but Seamus still thought he had enough control to wait until Dean was finished. Surely it wouldn’t be much longer now. Then, quite suddenly, a spasm rocked through his lower abdomen. He clenched down on his muscles, just barely managing to stop the pee that so desperately had tried to escape. Surreptitiously, he tried inching his left hand toward his crotch to give it a squeeze. “Don’t move, Shay!” Dean ordered. Seamus’s hand snapped back to its place on his left hip. But he couldn’t hold still for very long. That moment of intense desperation had wreaked havoc on his control. He could feel the pee hovering right at the edge of his member, just waiting for permission to release. Seamus began jiggling his left leg restlessly. “Seamus, stop!” “Jaysus, Dean, I need to pee! Just let me go to the loo, I won’t take long!” “No, Shay. Stay still. I’m almost done.” Seamus groaned loudly. “I’m seriously ‘bout to pee myself over here. I really can’t wait much longer.” He felt so ashamed at saying it, but he had to convey the gravity of his situation. Dean rolled his eyes. “God, Shay. You’re being such a baby right now.” “Shut it, Dean. Yeh’re not the one who’s been layin’ here fer hours now.” “Hours? You’ve been there for forty-five minutes.” Dean stood up and placed his sketchpad and pencil down on the chair where he’d been sitting. “You must’ve needed to pee before we started. You probably did it on purpose to get out of modeling for me.” “No, Dean, I swear it’s not like that!” Seamus protested. “I’d never do that to ye, I promise!” “I know, I was just messing with you,” Dean replied, smirking. Seamus sighed in relief and relaxed; a burst of hot pee dampened his briefs until he clamped down on his muscles once again. He glanced down at his crotch and was grateful to see that there was no visible wet spot. “Can I go to the loo now?” he asked, trying not to sound as desperate as he felt. If he was completely honest with himself, he wasn’t sure he’d even manage to stand up with out completely pissing himself. It was unfairly embarrassing. Dean tilted his head to the side and looked at him contemplatively for a moment. “No.” And then he jumped onto Seamus’s bed and began tickling him fiercely. Seamus squirmed and tried to get away from Dean’s agile fingers, all the while laughing. Another spurt of pee warmed his briefs, quickly followed by another, longer one. He was sure to have a large wet patch on his jeans now. “Dean, stop, please!” Seamus begged. “I’m really gonna piss myself. Stop!” “You’re just a sore loser,” Dean taunted. “Dean!” Seamus wriggled for all he was worth, but the constant movement and laughter only caused his over-full bladder more undue stress. He lost all control over his muscles for the most terrifying five seconds of his life. He felt completely soaked and more than a little mortified. He’d never be able to hide this from Dean. Never. And then, as suddenly as Dean’s tickling onslaught had begun, it ended. Seamus lay on his back, panting and trying for all he was worth to keep the rest of his pee in. He thought he was doing a pretty good job, too. But Dean was looking down at him with an inscrutable look on his face. It sent tingles down Seamus’s spine—and another gush of pee into his briefs. And then Dean had swooped down and was kissing him. Seamus sighed; he’d fancied Dean for as long as he could remember but kept it hidden for quite obvious reasons. Kissing him now was more than he’d ever dared to dream for. Seamus wound his arms around Dean’s neck, and Dean slipped his tongue inside Seamus’s mouth. The sensations tearing through Seamus were too intense, too mind-blowing. He was so thoroughly distracted by Dean’s kiss that he completely forgot about his other predicament. And then his protesting bladder had decided for him. Seamus began peeing forcefully through his jeans. It took him several seconds to realize that his bladder was voiding itself, but by then it was too late to stop. He groaned in horror. He'd finally gotten a kiss from Dean, and now he was going to lose everything. “Dean, I—“ “Shut up and kiss me, Shay,” Dean murmured. He hadn’t even flinched at the wetness that was surely spreading through his jeans now, too. “But Dean—“ He was cut off by another kiss, and he was still vehemently peeing his pants. Maybe another thirty seconds passed while Seamus continued to pee all over himself, Dean, and the bed. When his bladder was finally, finally empty, he squirmed a bit uncomfortably. His pants were very damp and were growing clammy. It was not a pleasant sensation. At least, it wasn’t until his crotch began to feel warm again. Seamus was utterly confused, thinking that he’d somehow managed to begin peeing again, even though there was a distinct hollowness where he was certain his bladder used to reside. Dean pulled away slightly, and it was then that Seamus realized he wasn’t peeing, but being peed on. Dean was pissing his pants now. Seamus stared at his best friend for the longest minute of his life as pee soaked through his jeans—pee that was not his own. For his part, Dean just stared at the place where pee was pouring from his own pants. They had become so soaked that they couldn’t hold any more liquid, apparently, and the stream exiting Dean’s body looked something like the flow from a hose. When Dean finally finished peeing on Seamus, he looked up. Seamus continued to stare at him, wide-eyed. “What?” Dean asked, sounding somewhat defensive. “Y-ye just…” Seamus trailed off, unable to find words. “Yeah, well, so did you,” Dean said. “But why?” Seamus managed to force out. Dean shrugged, somewhat uncomfortable. “I sometimes do this thing where I hold in my pee all day, or as long as I can. I really needed a piss just now, y’know?” Seamus nodded, but he didn’t completely understand. “Why did ye make me piss mine?” “I dunno. I thought that maybe if you liked it, too, I wouldn’t feel so…depraved.” Oh. Seamus shrugged. “Well, I guess the adrenaline rush was pretty intense,” he conceded. “But how am I supposed to know if I like it if ye force me to do it?” Dean looked beyond shocked. “Do you mean to tell me that if I’d told you about this, you might’ve tried it willingly?” “Dunno, but it’s me we’re talkin’ about. Nothin’s impossible, Dean.” “Do…do you think maybe you’d want to do this with me tomorrow?” Dean asked hesitantly. Seamus grinned. “Only if ye promise to kiss me like that again.”
  25. This is my first ever story, it's probably bad. And it's short. Well, here goes. ~~~ "Okay Harry dear," said Mrs Weasley. "I'm afraid that because we've got so many people sleeping over, we've had to set you a bed up in Ginny's room. She's already sleeping, so if you could just be a little quiet..." "That's no problem, Mrs Weasley. Thank you for dinner." Harry walked upstairs and found Ginny's room at the top. He entered without knocking, silently opening the door, as he thought Ginny would be asleep. Ginny was not asleep. What Harry found as he walked in was Ginny holding herself very tightly and moaning lightly. At first, Ginny didn't notice as his entrance had been extremely quiet. She squeezed her legs together, lying on her pink and white patchwork quilt. Ginny's back was turned away. Harry could only watch in shock as he found his best friend's little sister sweating but looking quite pleased. She squirmed frantically but seemed in no rush to find a bathroom. She gave a snuffled groan just as Harry said: "Umm...hello, Ginny." Ginny squeaked in fear, and turned around to see Harry. Her face quickly blushed as red as her hair, and she gasped, letting go of her grip. Suddenly, she seemed to be losing control - and liking it. The crotch of her white pyjama pants quickly darkened and was drenched with pee, and despite Harry standing there, smiled. She whimpered with relief and happiness and pee streamed determinedly down her legs and soaking the bedcovers. As the last drops of urine escaped her throbbing bladder, the whole concept of what just happened washed over her again and she went almost purple. Harry Potter, the Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, had discovered Ginny's secret. Her love for pee-holding and desperation. "Harry...oh my Merlin...well-" "Why did you hold that long? Please, tell me the truth." Harry didn't really know, his best guess was that she was too scared of the dark to go down, or something. Somehow he knew that wasn't the reason. She had clearly been enjoying it. The reason for it could be she lik - no, Harry, don't be dim. Why would a little, sweet, attractive, kind Weasley lik- "I'm kind of ashamed to admit it, but I love the way it feels. Please don't tell anyone. I've been hiding my love for years. If anyone else knew, I'd be so emba-" "You know what, Ginny? It doesn't matter. I confess that I quite like it to." It was actually quite a turn-on for Harry, but he wouldn't say that. That's too much. "Really?" Ginny was astounded that he wasn't judging her. "Yep. As embarrassing as it is to say it." For a moment, they just looked into each other's eyes, deeply, intensely. They were both getting slightly aroused. "Harry, can I-" "Just one second, Ginny...I need to show you something I've wanted to show you since 3rd year." And with that, Harry leaned in for a soft kiss with Ginny. Ginny responded, with a passionate kiss, her pee-soaked legs pressed against Harry's noticeably excited penis. Ginny was surprised at his reaction, and didn't complain when Harry started gently kissing her neck. She fingered cautiously the bottom of his shirt - and it was soon off. The rest will remain a secret, just like Ginny's desire for desperation. No-one would ever know. ~~~ I would have written that smut scene at the end but it would have been rubbish, utter rubbish, because I've never even attempted to write it. But how was this? Tell me in the comments.
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