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The first week of classes passed in a blur. Even though quidditch practices hadn't started yet, Harry already felt like his time was being stretched thin. It was their OWL year, and the Professors intended to make them work like beasts of burden. Every single class had started with a lecture about the importance of the tests.
Hermione, of course, had worked out a study schedule for both of them. It included their prefect rounds, his quidditch practices, and, just as he'd predicted, ample time for the Pride. Thank Merlin his friend possessed such an insatiable sexual appetite.
Unfortunately, she also intended to spend nine hours per day studying on the weekends. He already knew he would have to put his foot down and force her to rest.
They spent time with Ron during classes, meals, and sometimes in the library, but Harry was relieved that he didn't try to monopolize their attention at night. He didn't complain when they went missing, likely because he was seeking out the company of a certain Hufflepuff. Harry smirked every time he thought about it.
If Ron was able to make the quidditch team this year, it might finally bridge the little gap that still existed between them.
After the frenzy of the first night, the Pride settled into something like a routine, though people were taking more advantage of the room than usual. It may have been his imagination, but things seemed raunchier this year. Jo Hampson and Molly Beckwith were getting double-teamed every time he entered the room. Just last night, Angelina had ravished every girl present—and two boys—with a whirring strap-on.
Pippa Pemberton seemed to feel obligated to compete with them. She had sought him out the day after their arrival, and, in an astonishing display of flexibility, asked him to shag her with her legs trapped behind her head. Their coupling had quickly acquired an audience. It turned out that Pippa had been a gymnast as a little girl. Though she no longer possessed a small, lithe body, she had retained enough flexibility and strength in her legs that not even the quidditch girls could equal her.
So far there were only three new members—Pippa, Owen Dibley, and Ginny—but Harry suspected that number would grow over the next two months.
Ginny was still dipping her toes in the water. Thankfully the chaos of the lust-filled opening session hadn't scared her away. They had slept together twice more during the week, and though she didn't talk about it, he was almost certain she had snuck into a bed to meet someone else. He was happy to see it, and hoped she would really let loose when she grew more comfortable.
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He stood quietly next to Neville in the alcove. Neville's eyes were locked on the floor below them. There was a light sheen of sweat on his brow. Harry was growing worried he might faint.
With a thumbs-up from Angelina, he had taken a risk and spoken to Neville about joining. The most difficult part had been convincing him to sign a magical contract. Neville had read it dubiously, but he trusted Harry enough to sign.
The ensuing conversation had involved lots of blushing and stammering. Harry had decided he just needed to see it for himself. There were no words that could prepare someone for their first glimpse inside the Pride.
It wasn't filled with people tonight, which was why he had chosen this moment. Even so, there were several people in plain view, and a moaning couple on one of the beds.
Angelina dominated the room, as she often did. She was riding one of the Weasley twins on the floor while pleasuring Lee Jordan with her mouth. He stood next to her with his eyes closed as she stroked and licked him in time with her thrusts.
Nearby on a couch, Pippa was on her back and smiling as Julian Martigan casually fucked her. Katie sat next to them and rubbed her friend's clit, a silly grin on her face. They seemed to be telling jokes in the midst of their debauchery. Harry was getting hard just watching them. If Neville hadn't been with him, he would have gone downstairs and ravished Katie.
He glanced at his roommate. He was spellbound, and hadn't said a word in minutes.
"See what I mean? It's real."
"I can't believe it," he whispered, looking at Harry for confirmation that he wasn't hallucinating.
"Believe it, mate. I felt the same way last year when Katie blew my mind. She blew something else shortly afterwards."
Neville snorted, never having heard him talk like that. Harry grinned. Sirius was really rubbing off on him.
"It's all casual, and just for fun. I thought you might need it after—well, after the mess with Crouch and Pettigrew. I know you're still worried about that. You'd be welcome here, and it's a great place to let off steam and gain some confidence."
He took a deep breath to get his bearings. "I—I've never even kissed a girl."
"Neither had I before I joined. No one's going to pressure you. If you decide you want to do this, you could even pick who you want for your first time."
"Are you serious?"
"Yep. Of course, you'd have to go through your initiation first."
"Initiation?"
Harry nodded solemnly. "It's a tradition. You have to stand up here at the edge and jerk off while everybody watches you from below. They give you scores based on how far you shoot."
Neville gaped at him, and he couldn't keep a straight face. He laughed and patted him on the back.
"I'm kidding. Just trying to lighten the atmosphere."
"Oh. Thank Merlin."
"But seriously, the only rules here are that you're not allowed to be an ass, and everything has to be consensual. You don't have to do anything in public. That's what the beds are for. If you want to hook up with someone in particular, don't be afraid to just go up and talk to them. Took me awhile to figure that one out."
"I don't think I'd be very good at that."
"You'd grow into it. I promise. This place will turn you into one hell of a Gryffindor."
"And I could really just pick someone?"
"Yes. I've never seen anyone get turned down, and I promise that any of these girls would happily deflower you. Hermione. The quidditch girls. Probably Ginny. Anyone. Did you have someone in mind?"
"I can't think straight right now. But maybe, er, Lavender?"
"Really? I didn't know you had a thing for her."
His cheeks flushed a deeper pink. "I don't know her that well, but she's gorgeous. Hermione's a little scary, and Ginny—she's nice, but I don't want to mess with her brothers."
Harry laughed. "Do you want me to talk to Lavender for you? She's a sweetheart, and I promise she wouldn't say no. She and Hermione were even talking about how much you grew up this summer."
"Would you? I don't think—"
"Relax, mate. I got this."
Angelina cried out in ecstasy below them. She ground her hips on her twin while Lee panted and painted her face until it glistened with white stripes. Neville's eyes grew huge. Harry smiled. Merlin, it really was fun to blow someone's mind.
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"What do you think this is about?" Hermione asked him as they strode toward the Headmaster's office.
"No idea, but I hope it's good news. We're overdue for some."
The gargoyle stepped aside for them, and they entered Dumbledore's office to find him beaming.
"Harry! Hermione! Thank you for being so prompt."
"Not a problem, sir. Did you have news?"
"Indeed, I do. Behold."
He spread his hands over his desk, and they noticed a beautiful tiara lying there. It was silver, and molded into the shape of a raven with spread wings. A glittering blue jewel lay in its center, and the whole thing seemed to shine with an inner light.
"What is it?" Hermione asked in awe.
"The diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw. It's more than a thousand years old, and is reputed to bestow great wisdom on its wearer. Unfortunately, it must be destroyed."
Harry blinked. "You mean—"
"Sadly, yes. This is the object I've been searching for. The house elves organized that wondrous room in less than a week, and I was able to locate a handful of interesting artifacts. This is the grandest of them all. It has also been cursed beyond saving by Voldemort."
Hermione reached out a hand for it. "Are you sure that—"
A light stinging hex from Dumbledore smacked her hand away before it got too close. "Yes, my dear, I'm sure. What you are feeling right now is a compulsion to wear it. I don't know what it would do to you, but it wouldn't be anything good."
"Merlin," Harry whispered. "I can feel it too. How do we destroy it?"
"With that," Dumbledore said, gesturing to the Sword of Gryffindor on the wall. "Given that it has absorbed the properties of basilisk venom, I am confident that the sword will be able to destroy even the most powerful enchantments. I thought you would both like to witness its destruction."
"Definitely. Thank you," he said, excited that they would be one step closer to ridding the world of Voldemort.
Dumbledore carefully retrieved the sword and returned to his desk.
"It is a sad day when a Headmaster of Hogwarts must destroy an invaluable artifact belonging to its founders, but Voldemort has given me no choice. Stand back now, and cast shield charms just in case. I don't anticipate a backlash, but one can't be too careful."
They did so, and watched as Dumbledore lifted the sword above his head. He brought it down upon the diadem in one swift stroke. A piercing shriek rent the air as it was cleaved in two, and ugly black smoke rose from the destroyed relic. It tried to coalesce into a shape, but quickly dissipated into nothingness. A slight smell of sulfur remained.
The Headmaster looked at the diadem mournfully. "I can perhaps repair it to its former grandeur, but its original enchantments are gone forever."
"I'm sorry, sir," Hermione said. "I'm sure the founders would understand."
"I'm certain they would, my dear, even Rowena herself."
"How many more are there?" Harry asked.
"Still too early to tell, I'm afraid. I am continuing to search for answers. But I have several good leads to chase, and if I must, I will seek advice from Madame Vautour, assuming she is willing to take a vow. We shall find them all in due time."
"I just hope it's before December."
"Indeed," Dumbledore agreed. "We have no guarantee he will be able to return on the winter solstice, but I fear it is likely. Madam Bones continues to search for Crouch and Nagini, and I have people making inquiries as well. Without knowing his plans, we must take your security seriously. I can't allow you to visit Hogsmeade while he may seek to kidnap you."
"I understand. As long as my friends will be safe there."
"There will be heightened security for the entire student body. And I do, in fact, have some good news for you."
"What's that?"
"I have found you a tutor for Defense. Or rather your godfather has."
"Who?"
"You've already met her. Nymphadora Tonks. She has consented to come to Hogwarts on Sunday afternoons to teach you what you wish to know. Her time is very valuable, so I must ask you not to waste it."
"We won't! Thank you, sir. How can we thank her?"
"Being a diligent student should suffice. I believe Sirius is already paying her quite handsomely."
Harry laughed. Having a family was great. Having a rich family was even better.
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Hermione's eyes raced over the letter, hardly able to contain her excitement. Beatriz Azevedo had finally responded. She knew she had taken a few liberties in sending the woman a virtual questionnaire last month, but she couldn't help herself. Her curiosity couldn't be sated by anything less than the detailed truth.
Beatriz had apparently made inquiries with Madam Pomfrey before writing, just to be certain that Hermione wasn't seeking salacious gossip. Convinced of her trustworthiness, she had sent back five pages detailing her life's experiences with remarkable candor.
As Hermione was already aware, the Brazilian woman and her twin sister had both experienced the overwhelming sense of bliss that she knew so well. They had been wild and promiscuous in their youth, indulging their lusts shamelessly. Beatriz speculated that her lovers numbered well over 300, which Hermione found both shocking and reassuring. Her own proclivities seemed tame in comparison.
Neither of the girls had experienced any negative consequences from their condition, at least not physically. Socially was another story. Both had been forced to pursue lives far away from Rio. Beatriz' advice focused on discretion rather than abstinence, and assured her that there was no harm in indulging herself—and that her condition might, in fact, be a blessing.
Both sisters had always been powerful, but in their early 20s they had developed distinct magical gifts. Quite without trying, Bruna had discovered an instinct for manipulating and improving potions using unusual ingredients. Beatriz had discovered a similar instinct for diagnosing magical illnesses. She speculated—but was by no means certain—that their abilities were somehow connected to their peculiar sexual experiences.
The twins had eventually overcome the scandals of their youth and become accomplished and respected witches—Beatriz as a healer and Bruna as a potions mistress. They were now married with children, and though their libidos had calmed, Beatriz hinted that they still had lovers on the side.
Hermione was thrilled with the news. Her mind shifted into overdrive with speculation. One rather obscure theory of magic postulated that magical power wasn't strictly 'contained' within a person. Powerful wizards and witches simply served as more efficient conduits of the magic inherent in the world, and were better able to sense it and mold it to their will.
Were the Azevedo twins such conduits? If so, did that mean she would develop some kind of magical gift as she grew older? Could it be that she was somehow absorbing or refining magic through sex? Suddenly Pomfrey's joke about her being a succubus seemed so much funnier.
Then again, perhaps her body was simply very sensitive to whatever magic took place during sex. That made more sense. She'd certainly never noticed anything special about her magical abilities, save perhaps her intellect. That might mean that her experiences—and those of the twins—were just a symptom of an already-developing magical sensitivity.
Either way, it was a good excuse to indulge her appetites. She would have to pay close attention to the feel of her magic in all her classes. Even if Beatriz was wrong about a cause-and-effect relationship, she could learn a lot in the process.
Hermione stood and began pacing her dorm room. There were so many unknowns, but the prospect of performing magical experiments on herself was exciting. Perhaps she should focus on studying sex itself. So little research had been done on the magical aspects of sex, let alone her particular condition. As far as she knew, there weren't even any spells to monitor such things.
But she could still document her experiences. Perhaps even publish them anonymously. And not just her experiences, she suddenly realized, but those of others. She had an entire Pride full of subjects, didn't she?
She set aside the letter, trying to control her enthusiasm. She always felt giddy when she found a new project to obsess over. This one might last years, or even a lifetime. If only she could figure out where to begin. Hmmm. There was all that Polyjuice just sitting innocently in Harry's trunk.
Maybe Beatriz would have more information than what was available in the library. If the healer proved amenable, maybe her parents could be talked into visiting Brazil next summer.
Voldemort needed to just go ahead and die already. She had important work to do. And a lot of sex to enjoy.
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"You realize this is going to be boring as hell, right?"
"Oh, hush. It's our first patrol as prefects. Who knows what might happen?"
"I'm sure the castle will be attacked by a horde of rampaging dragons. We'll have to fight them off single-handedly. I think I read that in the handbook."
Hermione huffed as they walked along an empty corridor on the third floor. The castle's candles were dimmer at night, lending everything a spookier atmosphere. Harry was thankful they had drawn the shift from 11 to 3AM. The 3 to 7 shift was going to be a nightmare.
"We can always just sit down somewhere and use the map," he said, inspecting a suit of armor whose coloring looked very different at night.
"Yes, and we'll do that. But I want to at least pretend we're doing this properly. It's our first time."
He smiled. "It'll be our first time neglecting our duties to get naked too, I hope."
"Only if you're lucky."
"Only if you're lucky, you mean. Have you slept with Neville yet? I forgot to ask."
"No, I haven't actually seen him in the room. He might go to the beds like Ginny. Lavender has been talking about him though."
"Really?"
She smirked. "She's nicknamed him Neville Longtodger. Apparently, he grew in more ways than one this summer."
"Oh, Merlin."
"He's very shy too, she said. That probably won't last long."
"He told me he found you a bit scary. You might have to make the first move if you want his longtodger."
"Scary?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Saoirse and Molly said the same thing about me last year. Maybe you remind him of his gran when you get in lecture mode."
"I'll have him tamed soon enough. Have you slept with Pippa yet?"
"Just once. She's quite, er, enthusiastic."
"She's chirpy. I've never seen someone so happy to be naked."
"She did talk the whole time, now that I think about it."
"She cornered me this week wanting to know the story about me 'losing my fist in Lavender'—and thank you very much for bringing that to her attention. It sounded like she wanted to recreate the scene of the crime."
Harry laughed. It was no longer astonishing to him that he could have such a casual conversation about sex with Hermione, but it still thrilled him. There was literally nothing off-limits between them. He suspected the only secrets they had involved promises made to other people. That was the only reason she didn't know about Daphne or Apolline.
She certainly hadn't hesitated to tell him about her most recent letter. She'd practically glowed while talking about Beatriz Azevedo, and already intended to cultivate the poor woman as a pen pal.
They walked and chatted randomly for the next hour, until Hermione's legs began to grow tired.
"Okay, you're right. This is boring."
"Told you so. Let's just sit down and watch the map."
They entered the closest classroom and sat down next to each other. Harry spread the Marauder's Map out on his desk and they looked it over.
"All clear," he said. "Looks like—wait, no."
"There!" Hermione said eagerly. "Where is that?"
"Old classroom in the dungeons. Do you recognize those names?"
"Jack Torrance and Lucy Ledbetter. Third-year Puffs, I think. At least, she is."
"How should we handle this?" he asked.
"We take points and send them back to their common room. Detentions if they don't show proper respect for a prefect."
"Well, that's just uninspired. Why don't we scare the bejesus out of them and give them a warning?"
Her eyes narrowed. "We're doing this by the book, Harry."
"Oh, come on. They're not going to tell on us if we do them a favor. Look at their feet. They're just a pair of third years making out."
"Harry."
"We'll still be exercising our authority, Prefect Granger."
They stared into each other's eyes, holding a silent argument over how to proceed.
She finally sighed. "Fine. What did you have in mind?"
He smiled. The Hermione of yesteryear would never have consented to bending the rules. Well, not unless they were bent in her favor. The new one was willing to have a little fun.
"Do you know how to summon Peeves?"
"No."
"Damn. We should look into that. Maybe we can just burst in there and pretend they're in deep shit. Let's wing it."
Hermione grumbled but consented. She would no doubt call down the wrath of God if Jack and Lucy weren't properly in awe of their prefect status.
Several minutes later, they approached a closed door in the Hufflepuff section of the dungeons. Harry gently twisted the doorknob and found it to be unlocked. He put a finger to his lips and winked at her.
"Follow my lead."
He suddenly threw open the door and ran into the room, his wand drawn. Hermione was right on his heels.
"Aurors!" he yelled. "Show me your hands!"
There was a girlish scream, and they saw a boy and a girl tussling against the wall. The boy was trying to dislodge his hands from beneath her shirt, while she tried desperately to push him away. The result was a panicked melee.
They finally separated themselves and stared at the two Gryffindors with wide eyes.
"We didn't mean it!" the boy said, staring between them.
Harry tutted. "You didn't mean it? Young man, that was groping in the first-degree. A capital offense."
"Nonsense, Harry," Hermione said, glaring at the pair but unable to conceal a grin. "Detention for life would be more appropriate."
The girl caught on first that they were teasing. She huffed and smoothed her uniform. "If you're quite done embarrassing us, what happens next?"
"Next time you should find a more discreet spot," Harry said. "Or snog each other before curfew. You get a warning this time. No point loss."
The boy looked between them hopefully. "Really?"
Hermione gritted her teeth but agreed. "Really. But next time we will take points. Rule are rules for a reason. Go back to your common room. And don't forget to zip up your trousers."
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A half-hour later, they were sitting in the prefects' bathroom, dipping their feet into the warm water. They hadn't disrobed; they were just tired of walking around. Hermione was already disillusioned with this aspect of being a prefect. The map was spread between them, and they occasionally glanced at it.
The Professors were all asleep in their bedrooms, which only confirmed Harry's suspicion that prefects existed to do their jobs for them.
"I can't believe you didn't let me take points," she complained.
"We'll take them from the first Slytherin we catch out of bounds. Or the first person who gets snippy. How's that?"
"Fine."
"The life of a prefect not as glamourous as you expected?"
"I just want to assign a detention to someone."
He laughed. "I love it when you're honest."
"I'm always honest, Harry Potter."
"Yes, you are. But you don't always tell the full truth, just like everybody else. For instance, is there a particular reason you chose to rest in the prefects' bath?"
"My feet are tired."
"And?"
"There was warm water here."
"And?"
She smiled coyly. "And I wanted to rip your clothes off before we were done for the night, Prefect Potter."
"See? The honest answer. I knew what was on your mind the moment I caught you staring at my badge. You can start ripping things off any time you want, by the way."
"What if there's an emergency and we're naked?"
He shrugged. "Then we toss on wet robes and go. Drying charms should do the trick."
"Hmmm." She glanced at the map, then her brow furrowed. "Look."
He stared at it too. "Why's she outside at this hour?"
"I don't know, but she's coming right for us."
They hurriedly dried their feet and put their shoes on. They had just enough time to exit the bathroom before a hooded figure in Ravenclaw robes hurried around the corner straight for them.
She lowered her hood and smiled. "Yes! I hoped you'd be here!"
"Hey Cho," Harry answered. "Fancy seeing you here in the dead of night."
"I looked at the schedule. I figured you would be here or outside the Great Hall once you got tired. Enjoying your first shift?"
Hermione smiled. "We caught a pair of Hufflepuffs snogging and gave them a proper scare. Now we've caught a sneaky Ravenclaw out of bounds."
"Gonna give me a detention? Because I need to be punished. Hard."
"Oh, Merlin. You're naked under those robes, aren't you?"
"No, but I hope to be soon. Shall we go back inside?"
She swept past them into the bathroom. They looked at each other and shrugged. Cho was basically an unofficial member of the Pride, and they certainly weren't going to chide her about breaking rules. She was already removing her clothes when they entered.
"Desperate for a bath, are you?" Harry asked.
She giggled. "Yes. I'm absolutely filthy. Will you help me get clean?"
"You came all the way down here to seduce us in the middle of the night?" Hermione asked, thoroughly amused. She had grown closer to Cho over the last year, especially after their little tryst following the third task, but she wasn't accustomed to seeing her act so brazenly. At least not outside her visits to the Pride.
"I had no fun this summer, and Cedric isn't here. I've been comforting homesick firsties all week. I missed a huge party in Gryffindor, didn't I?"
"You did."
"I knew it. Damn that hat."
Harry laughed and began disrobing. They had invited Cho to the Pride's first party, but she had been stuck in Ravenclaw performing prefect duties. If she wanted to seek them out for a good time outside it, he was all for it. Cedric had asked him to look out for her, after all. Hermione seemed to feel the same. Her robes started coming off too.
"You don't have any friends in Ravenclaw when you need to let loose?" she asked. "I thought there was a secret club there too."
Cho stripped totally nude and threw her knickers on top of the pile.
"There is, but it—"
She twitched weirdly and frowned. She chose her next words carefully, omitting any direct reference to sex. "If a secret club did exist, I imagine it's not like Gryffindor's. I've got a couple friends in Ravenclaw, but I'm not close to any of the guys. Everything is more—I don't know, formal. No one gets wild. It's small, and there are too many people from old families. Gryffindors have all the fun."
"That they do," Harry agreed. "We'll try to sneak you into the Pride soon. Angelina just doesn't want other houses coming and going very much. No pun intended."
"I know, and thank you," she said with a smile. "I'll take what I can get."
She waited on them to finish undressing and then dove headfirst into the pool-sized bath. Harry watched as she surfaced and swam to the faucets.
"Are you two getting in?"
He glanced at the map one last time to make sure there wasn't a riot they needed to break up, then dove awkwardly into the bath. Hermione slid in more gracefully.
When they reached her, Cho had her legs suspended in the air and was straddling the mermaid-head faucet shamelessly. Water poured from its spout directly between her legs. She smirked as Hermione arrived next to her.
"This faucet is dreamy. Best part of the bath. It always works in a pinch."
"I'll have to remember that."
"This is cool too. Watch."
Cho adjusted the handles on the faucet and an oily, viscous foam poured out. It spread on top of the water, surrounding her, until she turned it off. Her legs slowly rose, the foam supporting her weight, until she was almost lying on top of the water. Half her body remained submerged a couple inches below the surface, while the rest was suspended above it.
She rubbed some of the foam along her breasts until they shone. "As long as you don't move too much, it holds you up."
Harry was gaining a whole new appreciation for the prefects' bath. He exchanged a look with Hermione. The silent consensus was to team up on her. If their friend wanted a good time, she was going to get one.
He slid in behind Cho and caressed her breasts, squeezing them and spreading the oily foam across them. It swirled around him too, making his body feel lighter, but wasn't strong enough to lift more than one person.
Hermione moved between her floating legs and spread them wider.
"Oh, do I finally get to feel Hermione Granger's tongue? I feel honored."
"You should be. And that's Prefect Granger, Miss Chang. You must address me by my proper station, or I'll take points."
"I'm a prefect too."
"Not right now, you're not," Harry said, kissing her neck. "Right now, you're a wayward student, totally at our mercy. We can discipline you however we want."
"Can I be sentenced to a mind-blowing orgasm?"
"What do you think, Hermione?"
"For every one she receives, she owes two in return. It's in the handbook."
Cho giggled and spread her legs wider. Hermione reached underneath to push up on her ass. Her pussy rose out of the water directly in front of her nose. Her little black patch of pubic hair was soaked and stuck to her skin.
Hermione kissed her exposed clit, which already stood out in arousal. Going down on a girl wasn't her favorite thing, but she was good at it and she loved to please. Cho sighed as she nuzzled her clit with her nose while rubbing little circles around her lips with her tongue. They were long and pliant, and spread open invitingly.
"Oh, Merlin, that's good."
Harry released her and moved to her side, allowing her head to lay suspended in the foamy water. He put a hand under her back and leaned forward to kiss her. From this position he could massage her breasts and make out with her at the same time. He kissed her lustily while teasing one of her nipples with his palm.
Silence reigned in the bathroom as they tried to please their friend. Soon Cho was panting into his mouth, barely able to sustain the kiss, as Hermione tongued her clit and stroked her mercilessly with two fingers. She engulfed her mound in a wet kiss, swirling her tongue, and Cho bucked her hips into her face.
"I'm close," she whimpered.
Cho broke off the kiss with Harry and squirmed as Hermione curled her fingers against her soft walls. She moaned and put her hand on the other girl's head, almost falling through the water as she writhed.
Hermione kissed her clit and pulled away when she was finished. Cho remained floating, with only her face above water. She stared up at the ceiling in bliss.
"Dear God, you're good at that."
"Gryffindors are just better than Ravenclaws at some things, Prefect Chang," Hermione said officiously.
She laughed. "So when can I sneak into the Pride, mighty lions?"
"My birthday is in two weeks," Hermione answered, treading water even though she could easily touch the bottom of the bath. "I plan to commandeer every boy in the room for hours."
"Now that sounds like fun."
"We can sneak you in if you don't steal all my hard cocks."
"How about just one or two?"
"I can live with that."
Cho hoisted herself out of the foam and into the water. "Do you want to borrow my tail?"
"That thing would probably make me lose my mind."
"You can put it on a low setting."
"What does it do?"
"It just slides several inches into your ass. But it caresses you and presses into this one spot over and over and you feel like you're on the edge of orgasm constantly. When you actually have one—watch out."
"If I combine that with lust potion, I'll end up in the hospital wing."
Cho giggled. "You can always just take it out if you don't like it."
"I'll think about it."
Harry listened to the conversation with amusement. He already knew she was going to try it.
Cho swam to the edge of the water. "Okay, let's hop out and I'll return the favor. I want some traction."
She lifted herself out, her body glistening with water and foam and clean oils. Harry and Hermione followed, their bodies similarly slick. He couldn't resist staring at every inch of the two naked girls. Their hair was wet, and their bodies shined enticingly from head to toe. He grew rock hard in anticipation.
Cho got down on her knees and patted the ground in front of her. "On your back, Prefect Granger. I want to make you squirm too."
Hermione obeyed, spreading her legs in front of Cho's smiling face. Cho wriggled her ass at Harry. He went to his knees behind her and squeezed her wet, oily cheeks. They were so firm and yet so slippery. Her dark lips shined with arousal and he spread them with his thumb, revealing the soft pink flesh within.
He replaced his thumb with the tip of his cock and pushed in gently. Cho groaned as he slid himself all the way in. He stayed still, exulting in her wet warmth, and just watched as she lowered her face between Hermione's legs. Hermione went to her elbows to watch her too. Cho kissed her clit and spread her lips with two fingers.
Harry began sliding in and out of her ever so slowly, delighted at the tightness that gripped him but wanting to see Hermione driven wild. The Pride certainly hadn't rid him of his voyeuristic streak. Hermione's breasts shined wetly and he loved how they rose and fell every time their Ravenclaw friend teased her. And the way her hair was plastered to her face.
Cho slipped a third finger inside her and twisted them roughly. One of her knuckles massaged a sensitive spot within her and she moaned. The moan became a whimper when she slurped on her clit in a rough kiss.
"Oh, Jesus."
Harry was entranced. He didn't know where to look. He loved looking down and watching Cho's lips gripping his cock so tightly. Every time he pulled out, they clung to his girth. When he plunged inside her, they disappeared. But the view in front of him featured Hermione. The back of Cho's wet, black hair was buried between her spread legs, and the look on her face—dear God. She was unconsciously licking her lips, and barely able to keep her eyes open. Her glossy breasts heaved with every caress of Cho's fingertips, and her nipples were just so pink and hard.
For a brief instant their eyes met. It felt as if each knew exactly what the other was thinking. They were wet and naked on the floor of a bathroom: he was fucking Cho Chang from behind as Cho enthusiastically went down on her. How did this happen? Is this real life? Both smiled at the strange intimacy of the moment.
Feeling suddenly euphoric, he began plunging into Cho with long, sensual strokes, trying to savor the way her pussy squeezed him so softly. The sensation soon proved too much. He began thrusting into her with more vigor, her ass smacking against him as she swallowed his length. She lifted her head and closed her eyes, unable to lick her partner while he plowed into her with such force.
Hermione made a strange sound and he cocked his head to the side to see what was happening. Cho had shoved four fingers deep inside her and was curling them. Hermione's eyes were tightly shut, and her mouth had fallen open, as if she couldn't believe what she was feeling.
He stopped pounding her so hard and shifted Cho's body so he could see better. Her fingers were spreading Hermione's lips wide as she plunged them as deep as she could. They pressed upward so firmly that he could see each little stroke pushing against her abdomen. Hermione looked like she might come undone at any second.
"Wow," he whispered to himself.
Cho pulled out her fingers, put her thumb in her palm, and then pressed forward again. She wriggled her wrist as her entire hand sought entry into Hermione's pussy.
"W-what are you doing?" she whimpered.
"Shhh, just relax," Cho cooed. "I want to see you lose it."
She pushed forward gently, spreading her lips as wide as they could go, until she slipped inside up to her wrist. Hermione made an unearthly sound and grimaced, caught somewhere between ecstasy and agony. She gasped for breath as Cho began stroking the deepest parts of her with her fingertips.
Harry stopped fucking her to watch. He had never been more enthralled. Hermione's legs fell open as she tried to relax, but her face looked almost deranged. Cho twisted her fingers and caressed her clit with her tongue, and soon Hermione was raising her ass off the ground and thrusting into her face.
"Oh, bloody—buggering—fuck, don't stop!"
Her whole body trembled as she came hard around Cho's tongue and hand. Harry was so turned on right now he almost burst inside her without having to move. Hermione collapsed against the floor when she was finished, but Cho left her hand buried inside her and continued nuzzling her clit. She moaned deliriously, as if her orgasm had never stopped.
"You, dirty, dirty girls," he whispered. "God, I love you."
Cho smiled at him over her shoulder. "I'm just going to leave my hand in here and make her cum until she forgets she's a prefect."
He laughed and began fucking her again, wanting to make her writhe and moan too. He rubbed her asshole with his thumb as he drove into her, overpowered with lust. It too was slick and wet, and it slipped in easily. She wriggled against his hard thrusts, clenching her sphincter around his thumb. He twisted it and fucked her harder.
She looked back at him again, her eyes hooded with desire. "Put your cock in it."
Harry didn't need further encouragement. He pulled out and pushed down on her hips to get the proper angle, then pressed his crown against her dark, puckered asshole. It resisted him at first, flexing hard, then all at once loosened and let him inside. He pushed forward until he was buried completely, but stayed still. She was so tight and hot he could barely believe it.
Cho grunted at the sudden intrusion. "Fuck!"
"Are you alright?" he asked, barely resisting the urge to thrust.
"Gimme a sec," she breathed. "There's a really big dick in my ass."
Hermione was still moaning, but had begun to recover. She leaned forward and grabbed Cho's wrist.
"And there's a whole hand in my pussy," she panted. "Keep curling your fingers. I feel like I'm about to cum again."
Cho giggled and obeyed while Harry began sliding his cock gently in and out of her ass, careful not to hurt her. She moaned with every deep penetration, and Hermione moaned right along with her. His thrusts were driving Cho's hand ever deeper inside his best friend, who was now teasing her own clit and looking ready to explode again. Harry felt like he was in control of both their bodies.
He picked up his pace as Cho relaxed, and she reached her free hand between her legs to rub herself. She began throwing her ass back, meeting his assault with her own. Harry felt ecstasy approaching rapidly, and didn't try to stop it. His eyes remained locked on the slick bodies beneath him, one quivering from the force of his thrusts and the other writhing on the floor and moaning continuously.
He grunted and slid himself as far as he could go, panting as his cock unleashed burst after burst of cum deep within Cho's ass. She gasped and gripped him with unimaginable tightness as she came too, her asshole flexing around his girth with every spasm. Hermione followed soon after, almost crying in pleasure and pain as Cho's hand rubbed deep within her.
The only sound afterwards was ragged breathing. Harry's cock remained buried in Cho, his hands resting on her ass. Both girls seemed lost in another world, their eyes closed and their slick hair stuck to their faces. He committed the sight to memory, and vowed yet again to buy a pensieve.
"Well, that was fun," he managed to say.
"Damn—that—hat!" Cho panted in response.