Chapter 6: Books or Brooms?
Books or brooms?
As February rolled around, Harry was feeling a little stressful once again.
The Yule Ball and following week had been fun, he could even say that these days were the best he had ever experienced. However, the Tournament's looming specter, mixed with some other school considerations managed to break the high he was riding. After all, the tournament historically had been a bloody affair, and that was before his damned luck was thrown inside the issue. So he threw most of his free time towards the training, learning spell after spell, hoping to find an edge.
To make things even worse, the teachers started to pile up projects and homework, seriously cutting free time of the other students. Thanks to a combined effect of these factors, it had been more than a week even since little Harry seen any action, and even that was an unsatisfying quickie in a broom closet, leveraging Lavender's free period.
As a result, he was feeling more than a little backed up as he walked between the stacks of books, trying to dig out some useful spells from long forgotten books. However, non-stop studying was taking its tool, he was having serious trouble focusing on the books open in front of him.
He had already closed his book and leaving the library in the hopes of finding Lavender or Hermione, he noticed two new entrants in the library, resulting a huge smile blossom on his face. While Cedric was far from his favorite person in the world, the girl next to him was an entirely different story. Cho was walking next to him, a slightly bored expression on her face, though it changed to a slight blush when their eyes met and she saw Harry winking at her.
Harry watched with a predatory smile as Cedric and Cho separated towards the different sides of the library, either looking for useful spells or trying to get clues from the research of other competitors. He waited a few seconds before following Cho towards the deep end of the library. He was starting to get excited as his mind cycled through the possible responses in their first meeting after their interesting interactions at the Yule Ball.
It didn't take long for him to catch up with her at a corner of the library. He sneaked behind her, careful not to make any noise, then whispered from a point blank distance, "Hello, Cho."
She turned, a slightly panicked expression appearing on her face. "Hello Harry," she said, trying to keep her voice level, but she was unable to keep her face from blushing, owing to her inner turmoil.
"How are you since I last 'saw' you?" Harry said, a crooked smile on his face.
"I'm fine," she managed to stammer, her face getting redder every single second as she remembered more vivid details of the night. For a second she looked like she was struggling to make a decision between staying and leaving, so Harry started to speak to prevent the latter.
"Why the hurry?" Harry asked, raising his hand to touch her cheek, listening as her breath getting shallower. Harry could see the conflict and indecision on her face, shocked by his sudden presence and by a distinct lack of observers.
"I-" she started, but the rest of her sentence never left her lips as Harry leaned in and pressed his lips to them, his tongue effectively tying hers. They stayed there for a while, his lips caressing her hesitant ones, but she made no move to pull back either. Only after Harry pulled back she was able to gather some of her wits, exclaiming, "What are you doing!" She was trying to act like she was angry, but Harry noted she was yet to make an actual attempt to leave. On she contrary, she leaned on a little, their bodies touching.
"Well, I thought some payback for our little encounter is in order, don't you think," he said as his hand caressing her hair, slipping to her upper back from time to time.
"Are you serious? No way!" she stammered, but the spark in her eyes was implying otherwise. She waited for a few seconds for Harry to say anything, but hearing nothing she continued, whispering. "Here?"
"Why not?" Harry answered even as his hands loosened his belt, dropping his pants to reveal his erect shaft.
"What if somebody comes!" she asked in panic even as she fell to her knees.
A rogue smile appeared on his face as he answered: "Then you better hurry up!"
"Just for once, okay, there will be no repeats," she said.
"Only if you wish so," Harry said, enjoying the flash of anger on her face.
Then, in sharp contrast with her earlier inhibitions, her hands grabbed Harry's hips for leverage as her tongue darted out, licking around the head of his spear. She started to lick its side until the base and back up, leaving a wet trail behind. "So big," she whispered, wrapping her tiny hands around it, slowly jerking up and down.
Her lips parted as she took the head inside, covering with her juices. Unable to contain his voice, Harry let a small gasp, not expecting her tongue to skillfully massage his cock. Smiling in satisfaction, she returned to the job in front of her, slowly taking the head in, letting it fill her mouth. Her head started to shift forward and backwards, acting like he was a particularly tasty lollipop, the way her tongue was rolling around further enhancing the feeling.
"It is nice, but if you don't hurry up, someone will catch us," he said, even as his cock started to twitch inside her mouth.
She said nothing in reply but suddenly grabbed his thighs, pushing her head to devour a significant portion of his impressive manhood in one quick motion. Finding her limit, she started to bob up and down his rod, sending the waves of pleasure across his body. "Damn, you are good," Harry whispered appreciatively, and her only response was getting faster.
Then just as she was getting faster, she suddenly stopped, popping his cock out. Instead, she started sliding her tongue over his length a few times, savoring the taste. Even he though he enjoyed the slow play, he wasn't able to get any in last several days, and he was rather enthusiastic to finish. Just as he was about to ask her to do it quicker, she picked up the speed once more.
His shaft disappeared into her mouth again, this time taking even more of it. Harry could feel her throat grabbing its head, small gagging noises escaping from her throat making him even hornier. Not wanting to left out, he grabbed the back of her head, pressing every time he felt her throat on his cock, his hips pumping. As it continued, she was losing the ability to keep her voice manageable.
Under a sudden assault, it didn't take long for Harry to release his load, filling Cho's mouth with his fluids. However, she wasn't able to keep all of them in, a significant portion spilling on her clothes.
"That was hot," Harry said as he pulled her up, placing small kisses on her neck. "However, I'm feeling sorry that you had nothing in return, come to Quidditch field at midnight if you want to have some payback service." However, before she could give her response, they heard footsteps closing in. "Gather yourself while I delay whoever is coming," he said as he stepped away.
It proved prudent for Harry to getting away from Cho, as their surprise visitor was none other than Cedric. He was looking around in search of his errant girlfriend. "Hey Cedric, do you have a minute?" Harry quickly asked, not wanting him to pass him.
"What do you want?" Cedric asked, his tone unfriendly.
"No need bite my head off, I'm just trying to help," Harry said, but he was rocking his mind to find out a way to keep him here. Then he had a perfect idea, telling him what the second part of the tournament entailed. After all, while he didn't like the pretty boy, underwater was a deadly environment even for the prepared, and there was always a chance that the help might arrive too late. And his dislike was, but his dislike was not a good reason enough to risk his life. "How about I tell you what the second part of the tournament entails?" Then he gave a quick rundown of the second task under the suspicious but surprised gaze of Cedric.
"Why are you helping me," he asked, his confusion evident.
"While I don't like you, that is not synonymous with wanting you dead. The shit that is going is too dangerous to go unprepared, and I would feel guilty if you died just because I didn't warn you," he explained and left before waiting for a response. After all, he saw Cho slipping away while Cedric's attention was on the tournament explanation.
Then he left the library, a huge smile on his face…
Harry was already on the field when the clock hit the midnight, enjoying the night breeze on his face as he flew around. "I need to do this more often," he whispered to himself, enjoying the thrill of the flight as he did some sharp dives, plunging towards the ground, only to pull at the last minute. He even forgot that he was waiting for Cho, that is until he saw her watching from the stands, her arms crossed.
As Harry dived down towards her, an idea appeared in his mind, one that would be useful considering the hard expression on her face. It didn't take a genius to figure out she was planning to tell him off, stopping their unique adventure before it really bloomed, something Harry wished to prevent.
Hearing her saying, "We need to talk," Harry felt a strange urge to laugh. Apparently, all the movies had got it right, whenever a woman planning to say something unpleasant, they started with that stereotypical statement.
"Okay, but let's fly a bit first, I feel like flying," he said, trying to gain time.
"An excellent idea, but I didn't bring my own broom," she replied.
"Not a problem, I can always give you a ride." Seeing her undecided, he moved in with the killer, "Have you ever tried a Firebolt before, there is no experience that really competes with it."
Her determination quickly melted under her Quidditch fandom. She sat behind him, her arms loosely around his chest.
"Hold tight," Harry said with a teasing tone before he suddenly left the ground with full-speed, eliciting a shocked scream from Cho before he felt her arms tighten around his chest, stiffening. However, she was a veteran Quidditch player, so it didn't take long for her to get used to Firebolt's speed and acceleration, not to mention Harry's crazy maneuvers, and she was laughing alongside Harry in no time as the stunts he was pulling got crazier and crazier.
Then his plan had an unexpected, early payout. He didn't notice when her hands started to slip down, but he definitely noticed when these hands started to fumble with his belt, releasing his manhood into the night air. Assisted by her soft hands, it didn't take long for him to grow into full-mast, enjoying her slow rubbing. Her skillful fingers, combined with the adrenaline from flying and being in the open, it didn't take long for him to release his load, droplets spilling onto the ground.
"Would you like to fly it yourself," Harry asked. Hearing her positive reply, he said, "Hold still," then solidified his grip and swung off his seat, and before Cho could even shout, he was behind her, his weight sliding her forward.
Cho was shocked by his sudden crazy maneuver, and it really didn't help that she found herself directing the flight. She momentarily lost control, needing Harry to reach from behind and stabilize it. "Are you crazy!" was the first words that left her mouth after gathering her wits a bit.
"That is up to debate," Harry answered with a cheerful voice. "But that doesn't matter, let's see how you perform." Despite wanting to start paying her back for her earlier favor, he just wrapped his arms around her waist, waiting for her to get used to intricacies of his broom.
However, as she got used to his broom enough to handle simple maneuvers without risking a crash every single time, Harry started to shuffle a bit in his sitting place, his intentions less than pure. He was already recovered, so every time he was shifting he was rubbing to Cho's posterior. It took a while for her to notice what was going on behind her, but her subtle repositioning left no doubt about her intention, a slight rise providing Harry with a perfect access.
As his hands moved from their places on her waist and started to wander on her chest, Cho's body began to respond, her nipples hardening, her breathing getting shallower. Her back had arched a bit as Harry's hand reached the buttons of her robe, undoing them one by one, revealing a tight t-shirt underneath. With a sudden movement, he pulled the t-shirt up, revealing a white sports bra underneath.
"Harry, stop. What if somebody sees it," she said, her erotic breathing draining all the heat from her words.
In response, one of Harry's hands slid downward, inside the tights that she was wearing, touching her wet petals. "Your excitement says otherwise, princess," he whispered into her ear. Maybe it is from imagining someone else watching you." Her excited gasp was a clear answer for him. "You… are… excited… of… being… exposed, right?" Harry asked, puncturing every single word with a small kiss on her neck, slowly traveling down.
"Maybe…" she murmured, purring like a kitten under Harry's words and actions.
Harry said nothing as he slid her robes off, taking her hands off one by one to free her arms. Then Harry released her robe from his hands, watching it disappear towards the night sky.
"Harry what are you doing," she exclaimed, her whole body getting redder. She was acutely aware that she wearing only skintight leggings and a t-shirt, latter already pulled up to reveal her body.
"It was just an accident," he said without stopping his wandering hands, one slowly teasing her womanhood while the other was caressing all over her body.
Not expecting his callous answer, she continued to slowly, getting closer to ground to prevent being seen from the castle, using the stadium as cover. She knew she should just land and leave, but the situation was getting her more than she would like to admit.
Seeing there is no objection from her, Harry moved to next step. Her sports bra suffered the same fate with her t-shirt, revealing her chest bare. "You must be cold," Harry whispered as he moved his hands over her chest, slowly sinking his fingers to her small tits, driving her crazy.
Harry kept playing with her breasts until her moans started to lose restraint, then he unbuckled his pants and released his shaft, slowly rubbing her behind over her leggings.
Then he stopped caressing her breasts, eliciting a disappointed sigh from her, only to replaced with a shocked cry as Harry grabbed back of her leggings, ripping a giant hole in one swift movement, allowing himself access.
"Harry!" she exclaimed as he pressed his manhood to her knickers, but that didn't prevent her from leaning on, allowing access to her womanhood. Not one to turn down an invite, he pulled her panties aside, revealing her glistening pussy, bereft of any hair. He pressed the head of his cock onto her opening, slowly sliding inside her.
Her loud, unshackled moans were enough to strain last vestiges of his self-control as he plunged inside her folds, pushing more than half of his length inside her pussy, owing its tightness to her Asian ancestry.
He stopped pushing when he heard her pained cry, but feeling him stop, she shouted. "What are you waiting for you bastard, fuck me."
While he wasn't expecting such an enthusiastic order, he had no problem complying with it. Though he started slowly, after a minute, he was ploughing her with reckless abandon, her pleasure filled cries echoing on the walls of the stadium. Meanwhile, his hands were on the broom, making sure they stayed in the air with no problem, as she already forgot their precarious position, her hands caressing her sensitive breasts, further stimulating herself.
Already on the edge with her exhibitionism and the fact that she was having sex while flying, it didn't take long for her to find release, her womanhood clenching around his girth. "Oh Harry, it was incredible," she murmured, leaning back to his chest, purring comfortably.
She looked satisfied, but his mind was already occupied with the next step, as he moved towards the center of the stadium. However, as they were declining, his eyes caught a curious sight. A certain French blond champion was on the benches, trying to stay hidden as she watched them. With a small smirk, Harry changed his direction a bit, aiming to land closer to her, but not too close to make her suspicious.
"Harry, why are we-" Cho started speaking as they landed on the Quidditch pitch only to be silenced with Harry's lips, clasping on her own. She almost melted under his lips and his tongue, rubbing her body enthusiastically. However, Harry was long past the point of being satisfied with the kisses. He gently laid her on the ground, his body already on her.
Then he pulled her t-shirt, using it as a blindfold. "Harry, what are you doing?" she asked in a shaky voice, trembling with desire…
Harry leaned in and slid inside her once more. He started speaking, his voice deliberately high, "Imagine this is a Quidditch match, Ravenclaw against Gryffindor, and I just caught the snitch, and as a reward, I'm taking you just in the middle of the game, while all four houses watching in shock at first. Then they overcame their shock and started to playing with themselves, aroused by the slut that is fucking in the middle of the stadium…"
Harry was expecting a positive reaction, but the extent of it was surprising even for him. She stood up for a moment to shed all of her clothes, the moonlight showcasing her lithe, beautiful body, the only piece of clothing in her body is the blindfold on her eyes. He grabbed her thigh as he directed her landing, his erection plunging into her core.
Enjoying the cock fully planted in her pussy, she started to rock back and forth, enjoying the feeling of being filled completely as the muscles in her hole contracted. "Tell me more," she shouted.
Grabbing her hips, he sank his fingers into her lithe ass, helping her to steady her rhythm. "Now, they are over their shock," Harry continued telling. "Every single one of them is playing with themselves even as they are whispering just how slutty you are…" As he was telling, he discreetly looked towards the direction he last saw Fleur, only to met with a pleasant surprise. Just like in his tale, her robe was carelessly open as she played with herself. Harry smiled a little, a side plan solidifying in his mind before turning back his attention towards the Asian beauty that was trying to milk him as she moved up and down.
Aroused by the imaginary situation she was in, combined with being repeatedly impaled with his thick cock, it didn't take long for her to climax once more, collapsing onto his chest.
With a smile, Harry progressed towards the next step of his plan. Taking a deep breath, he wrapped his arms around her, and stood up, his shaft still inside her and started walking towards where Fleur was hiding, knowing that with her disheveled state and fearing from being caught, she had no option other than slipping inside a locker room. Watching carefully to which room she entered, he followed her, still pumping into Cho as he walked.
Entering the same locker room, he could hear a slight noise coming from the showers as Fleur tried to hide. He sat a bench that could see its entrance, Cho still on his lap. Feeling solid ground under her feet, once again she started to bounce on Harry's cock, burning with a feverish intent. "I'm about to cum," Harry moaned, pulling back her blindfold. "How about we switch the blindfold," he said loudly as he placed the blindfold on himself, but carefully setting so that he could still see while giving the impression of being bereft of sight. He was wondering how Fleur would act since she thought he cannot see her, and Cho's back was turned to her.
Not wanting a creampie, Cho disappointedly dislodged from his lap, crouching in front of him, about to take it into her mouth. Meanwhile, he could see Fleur was peeking from the door with a conflicted expression on her face. Harry was enjoying the feeling coming from the slow tease, but then something surprising happened. Fleur drew her wand and sent a silent stunner behind Cho, catching her as she toppled backward, standing in front of Harry, trying to decide what to do next, her robe carelessly open, revealing her white and lacy underwear.
Harry just stood there, giving no indication that he was aware what was going on, waiting for her next step…
Chapter 7: Eagles, Badgers, and Firebird
Eagles, Badgers, and Firebird's
Harry watched Fleur as she struggled with indecision. His expectations were falling rapidly, it seemed that she wasn't going to do anything in the end.
Just when he decided that this night was a loss, she started kneeling down, leaning towards him. He just watched in anticipation as her fingers, shaking slightly, wrapped around his girth, slowly moving up and down. Her grip was a little loose, and there was an expression of wonder on her face as she slowly stroked him.
After a few minutes, Harry's attention on the unfamiliar way she was grabbing his shaft as she played with it. He was a little surprised by that. He couldn't understand why her previous paramours hadn't made any attempt to give her some feedback, but in the end, he just assumed that they weren't confident enough to correct a Veela.
Normally, Harry was very understanding when any of his 'friends' were a little less skilled in certain issues, but his approach was a little different in this case. After all, if she was daring enough to stun another girl to take her place, she should be able to give a decent handjob, at least!
He waited a little more, hoping that her situation was driven by the situation she was in, but seeing none, she decided to take things into her own hands. "Suck my cock," he suddenly ordered.
Her head jerked back in surprise, her eyes wide. Her gaze fell upon his erection, a little bewildered, with a generous dash of surprise. Harry hadn't been able to ascertain whether she was inexperienced with something in that size, or plain inexperienced. He spoke once more. "Come on, suck it!" Still seeing no action, he slowly raised his hand, reaching towards his blindfold.
For a second, she was frozen completely, realizing the situation she was in, her expression similar to a deer in headlights, her eyes popped open in panic. Not wanting to be caught, she acted almost in reflex, opening her mouth and leaned in, grabbing his manhood between her ruby lips, her hot mouth enveloping the head.
Harry watched in interest as her face cycled through a myriad of emotions. Her initial panic, and slight revulsion, slowly drained away, replaced by curiosity. Her wet tongue poked his sensitive head a few times as she started to move, almost crawling at first, but slowly picking up speed, devouring him.
Harry just sat there and watched as Fleur's head moved up and down, in a dull, almost mechanical, precision, convincing him that this was her first attempt to give a blowjob.
Her manner started to change as time passed. Her initial tentativeness and jerky movements lessened, her mouth widening to take a little more of Harry's shaft inside, her tongue slowly wrapping around from time to time. Her enthusiasm was getting a little clearer with each passing minute.
It was enjoyable to have her mouth traveling on his shaft, sending waves of pleasure as her silky mouth rubbed his sensitive skin. However, he was starting to get a little disappointed with her conservative approach despite her rising skill, only a small part of his cock enveloped with her mouth.
Curiosity about her possible response about how she would react also playing a role, he placed his hand on the back of her head, loosely grabbing her flowing blond hair. She was startled a bit when she felt the first push, a gentle one that was leading her to go a little deeper. Despite her momentary hesitation, she adapted to the new position almost instantly. A few seconds later, he pushed once more, this time adding a small verbal recommendation to correct her technique. "Use your tongue a little more."
Harry was satisfied with her ability to pick up and adapt to the commands, her skills getting better as she enveloped more and more.
However, despite the rapid increase in her skills, Harry was still a long way away from release, the courtesy of his earlier indiscretion with Cho. So, he decided to go with a solution that is on the rough side. With both hands on her head, he pushed her head down without any warning, a significant portion of his cock lodged into her mouth, pressing to her throat.
Completely unprepared for something like that, Fleur wasn't able to mount any resistance as she was impaled on his cock. She struggled for a bit, her breathing interrupted. She pulled back, coughing and wheezing, as the pressure momentarily lessened, leaving her free to breathe.
"Just like that," Harry moaned in pleasure, hoping that it would entice Fleur to continue. "That is only if you could handle it, of course."
Hearing the challenge in his voice, an angry expression flickered on Fleur's face before her gaze locked on his shaft, a determined expression on her face. She leaned, her mouth wide open, her hands on his thighs to provide leverage. A mouth escaped his lips as she pushed herself on his cock, enveloping more and more.
He was barely able to believe the view in front of his eyes. The haughty French champion was kneeling in front of him, trying to take the entirety of his manhood into her mouth. Her face was getting redder as she gagged and wheezed around his cock, her blond hair messily spilling onto his lap.
He watched in pleasure as Fleur tried to push herself, trying to swallow his whole shaft. Deciding to help a little, he grabbed her head once again, pushing. She gagged and gasped as her head bobbed, again and again, the pleasure from her tight throat unimaginable. To make things even better, her allure was flaring irregularly, spiking his arousal even further.
In that position, it didn't take long for Harry to finally build up into a climax, releasing a surprise load into her mouth. His hands kept her stable as his twitching cock unloaded the last drops into her mouth, a significant amount seeping from the corner of her mouth. She wasn't in a mood to pull back either, her own orgasm triggered, leaving her a trembling and moaning mess.
After a while, she stood up, a dazed expression on her face. She slowly gulped, swallowing his load, her tongue darting out to lick the remains on her face. She was slowly caressing her breasts over her bra as she slowly bit her lips, creating a view so erotic that Harry's cock jumped back to life almost instantly.
She looked at it as her hands slowly hooked to the corner of her panties, looking like she was about to pull them down when Cho, still lying unconscious, let out a small cough. The effect of the noise on her was akin to a bucket of cold water. Realizing the enormity of her actions, a panicked expression shown on her face. She haphazardly closed her robe and dashed out of the locker room as fast as she could without making any noise.
Harry just watched as she disappeared from the door, chuckling a little, barely able to believe the sheer absurdity of the situation. He turned to Cho after he was calmed down a little, casting a spell to rouse her from unconsciousness.
"What," she mumbled as she opened her eyes, looking around with a confused expression.
"Apparently, the last position we tried had been a little too much for you," Harry said, an overly condescending smile on his lips. "Maybe I should just escort you to your dorm."
"Oh, you are on!" Cho shouted, though she was unable to prevent the smile that invaded her face as she pushed him on the ground, straddling to his lap. "We will see how long you will last until you beg me to stop."
Harry said nothing, just enjoying the moment as his cock had been grabbed by her pussy, promising a night filled with energetic sex, challenging the limits of both of them.
When Harry saw Fleur once again, it had been two days since the locker room incident. Harry was walking towards the library for yet another bout of research when Fleur appeared in the doorway, busy with her own preparation. His fingers wrapped around the small patch of cloth that he used as a blindfold. "Hi Fleur," he said, acting nonchalant.
"Hi Harry," she mumbled. She was trying to act like everything was normal, but her rapidly reddening face had betrayed her. "Is there something, because I'm in a little bit hurry."
"No worries," Harry answered, pulling the cloth from his pocket. "I just have a little gift for you." He pushed it towards her, folded the way he used that night.
"What is this?" Fleur said, trying to act normal, but the panic was apparent in her eyes.
"Why don't you try to hold it on your eyes. I think it would grant you an interesting perspective," he said and started to walk away, not waiting for an answer. From the corner of his eye, he could see Fleur the blindfold to her eyes, her fingers trembling…
So, when he arrived at the library, his mentality was a bit away from studying, bits and pieces of his encounter with Fleur playing in his mind, destroying his concentration. Then, he noticed a familiar face, sitting alone on a corner desk. "Hi Hannah," he said, smiling.
Hannah raised her head, looking annoyed, only to replaced with a deep blush when she noticed the identity of the speaker. "Hi Harry," she mumbled.
"May I join you?" he said, sitting after seeing her nod. "So what are you working on?"
"Transfiguration homework. But I'm kind of stuck."
"How about I help you a little," Harry said, 'carelessly' placing his hand on her toned calf.
"Sure," Hannah stammered, blushing even more with his sudden touch…
Susan was thoroughly annoyed as she traversed Hogwarts corridors, her destination library. Hannah was supposed come back to their room two hours ago, after picking up several source book from the library. Without the books, Susan wasn't even able to start herself. And now, she was dashing towards the library, hoping not all the copies of the book were checked out.
Entering the library, she wasn't expecting to find Hannah sitting at a corner table, especially none other than Harry Potter. Several books were open on the table, but Susan familiar with Hannah's body language enough to realize she wasn't paying even the smallest attention to their contents, sneaking glances towards Harry in every few seconds.
Susan felt annoyed, and she wanted to believe that it was because of the long waiting period. However, she was self-conscious enough to realize it was about her own crush on Harry. Like all the girls on her age, Harry Potter had been a flawless prince for her. While meeting with the real-life him helped her to shed away that crush, his sudden transformation this year sparked a different crush, the kind that left her sleepless during the night. She could feel a tendril of jealousy, slowly wrapping around her heart.
She attempted to squash her negative feelings as she walked towards them, but she was unable to prevent a little anger seeping into her voice. "Hannah, you were supposed to be back two hours ago."
"Hi Susan," Harry said before Hannah could say anything. "I'm well, but thanks for asking."
Susan blushed a little. "Sorry for ignoring you. It's just that we were supposed to start our potions essay, you know how Snape gets."
"Believe me, I know," he said with a smile. "Well, now I feel a little guilty about keeping Hannah here. How about I come to help."
Susan laughed a little. "It'd be good. Unfortunately, you cannot enter the Hufflepuff common room, yet alone girls' dorm."
"Are you really sure about that?"
She suddenly felt a little reticent, finding his quiet confidence a little unsettling, before her rational side quickly asserted itself back. "Of course."
"How about a bet then?" he said, his smile getting a little wider. "That is, unless you are afraid."
She couldn't help but feel a little hesitant before his quiet confidence, but she wasn't ready to back down either. "Let's do it," she said. "What are the stakes?"
His gaze fell upon Hannah for a second, a sudden expression flashing, but going away before she could identify. "How about we play a little game until it's conclusion?"
"What game?" Susan asked, suspicious of the apparent small stakes.
"It is just poker, with some house rules. We already played with Hannah."
She snorted a little when she noticed Hannah blushing, but didn't pay much attention, knowing how easy for Hannah to get like that. "Deal," she said. "If Hannah played, I can definitely play. So, if you can sneak into our room, we play a game. How about when you can't?"
"I will owe you a big favor."
"Deal."
"Perfect," he said and stood up. "Then let me leave you ladies alone for now. After all, we can continue the discussion in your rooms, right?"
"In your dreams, Potter," Susan said, laughing. She watched him leave, an accomplished expression on her face. After all, having Harry Potter owe you one was a big deal. And even if he somehow won, playing just a game was such a flimsy thing, hardly a chore.
After all, if Hannah played it, how bad could it be?
Susan noticed that Hannah was a little too silent on the way back, her face still cherry tone.
"Why the sudden silence?" Susan said after they arrived at the room, annoyed a little by her sudden skittishness.
"No," Hannah stammered. "It is just… I was thinking about the bet."
"What about it?" Susan said. "After all, I just got a free favor from Harry Potter." She stopped for a second, a teasing expression on her face. "Maybe you are worried that I would use that favor to ask him for a Hogsmeade date."
"No, it is not that," Hannah murmured, not reacting to her dig. "What if he wins the bet?"
"Oh, come on, it is the typical Gryffindor boasting," Susan said. "There is no way he could sneak into girls dorm, even the common room is unlikely. And even if he did, playing a silly poker game is hardly a challenge."
"But what if-" Hannah started once again, only to cut by Susan.
"Okay, okay. I get it, you are worried," she said. She turned towards the door and casted several Auror grade locking charms on the door, taught by her aunt. "Now he cannot enter even if he somehow manages to sneak into the tower."
"Well, that is an impressive set of charms."
"Thanks-" Susan started to speak, but then she realized one important detail. It wasn't Hannah that had spoken. She slowly turned, only to see Harry Potter, sitting on her bed, a soft smile on his face.
For a moment, she just stood there, shocked. "Hi Harry," she managed to murmur after several seconds.
"Hi Susan, how are you since we last meet?"
"Fine," she managed to stammer. "Congratulations."
"Thanks," Harry said, standing up. "So, how about we start that potions essay. Sooner it finishes, sooner you guys could relax."
"Sure," Hannah said, speaking for the first time since Harry entered the room. Harry conjured an extra chair to Hannah's desk and sat down, and started working on the essay while Susan stood still, trying to gather her balance, joining them a few minutes later...
With Harry's help, they managed to finish the essay in less than an hour, a little surprising considering Harry's poor reputation on potions.
"So," Harry said as they tidied up the table. "I think we are about to start the game, right?"
"Sure," Susan said, not seeing the any problem with playing a little poker. For some other students losing a few galleons might be a little problematic, but as the Heiress of House Bones, it was trivial to her.
"Hannah, would you like to join?" Harry asked.
Susan smiled a little when she saw Hannah's face getting dark red, finding a little funny that she would feel that reluctant to play a little game, just because she had a crush on Harry. "Of course she would play," she interjected before Hannah could say anything.
Hannah looked a little conflicted for a while, looking between Susan and Harry. "Should I?" she asked to Harry.
"If you want, I wouldn't say no to it."
Still, Hannah looked a little conflicted for a while, her eyes darting between Susan and Harry, then her face suddenly brightened and she nodded. "If you are okay with it, why not?"
"Sure," Susan said. "The more, the merrier." She felt a little weird seeing mischievous look they shared, like they were laughing at a joke she wasn't aware of, but her attention was grabbed by the way Harry went on preparing their play area.
He drew his wand, and just one swing later, without uttering a word, a conjured blanket covered the ground, three comfortable looking pillows sitting in equal distance. Susan felt her mouth fell a little after seeing his effortless display of skill and power. Conjuration was a seventh year material for a reason, and even then it covered only the most basic materials and shapes. Conjuring complex household object without even uttering a word was something her aunt could accomplish, but very few Auror under her command could replicate it.
Hannah's voice distracted her from her thoughts. "Come on Susan, we are waiting for you."
She walked towards her seat, her mind still partially on his impressive magical display. She pulled several coins from her purse and started the game. She didn't want to admit even to herself, but she was a little turned on by his display of power and skill. In her distracted state however, she rapidly lost first few hands, the money pile in front of her getting a lot smaller.
"You seem a little off," Hannah said as she pulled a respectable sized pile of gold and silver to her own.
"It is just warm-up" Susan answered, not really caring about losing a few galleons. She checked her newly distributed cards, but seeing a three of clubs and a six of spades, she saw little benefit of pursuing. "I think I will sit this one out, fold."
"As you wish," Hannah said. "I raise three sickles."
"I see it, and raise by another six," Harry replied, creating a small bidding war. Susan watched as the amount in the middle increased rapidly, containing a significant amount of fortune of both players. She watched as Harry won the hand with a straight, King high. However, she was a little blindsided by the enthusiastic expression on Hannah's face.
"So, Harry. I'm a little low on chips, I think it is time to activate the bank," Hannah said, her voice silky.
"Sure," Harry said. "I think a Galleon apiece is a good deal, what do you say." Susan looked both of them, having problems understanding what they were talking about.
"That seems okay for me," Hannah said. She stood up, quickly unbuttoning her robe.
"What the hell is going on?" Susan exploded in shock.
Harry opened his mouth to reply, but Hannah proved faster this time. "This is one of the house rules," she explained with a great glee. "We have the right to buy some extra chips by sacrificing some clothes."
"But-" Susan tried to speak, but Hannah cut her off.
"I remember you saying that you could handle everything I could," Hannah said with a dismissive tone. "But if you are not brave enough…"
Susan looked at Hannah with surprise, mixed with a little indignation. She was feeling a little reluctant to reveal her undergarments to Harry, but she also didn't want to admit defeat in front of him, especially after she claimed that she could do anything Hannah could. "Of course not, I already said I'm in!" Susan answered, but she continued to glare at Hannah, annoyed that she never mentioned playing such a game before.
After her decision, the pace of the game quickened considerably, all players starting to bet higher amounts. The next one to lose a piece of clothing was Harry, but Susan also dropped her robe not too soon after. Susan started to blush a little when Hannah was hit by an unlucky streak, rapidly losing her blouse, skirt, and shoes, sitting only in her underwear.
Susan was shocked by the way Hannah was able to sit comfortably while wearing only a pair of underwear. They were quite substantial, revealing almost nothing, but still…
Though that shock was nothing compared to next hand, where she won a really competitive hand, getting a lot of money from both Harry and Hannah. Ordinarily, she would be scandalized by Hannah, who just unlocked her bra, leaving her chest bare all to see, but her attention was firmly on Harry as pulled off both his pants and his boxers despite still wearing his shirt, revealing his semi-erect manhood.
"Well, it was getting a little too tight," he said in a completely unapologetic manner.
"Well, I should say so," Hannah said, her eyes locked on his midsection, her expression reminiscent of a cat eying a juicy piece of meat. "So, the next hand," Hannah said, putting her hand carelessly into his thigh.
Seeing the last movement, the things finally clicked in her mind as she remembered Hannah's appearance after the Yule ball. She blushed as Hannah's state that evening flashed in her eyes. "I cannot believe it!" she said, almost shouting. "You two did it after the Yule ball!"
"Did what?" Hannah said, her expression getting guarded reflexively. As her childhood best friend, Susan had enough familiarity with Hannah to decipher she hit the bullseye.
"Well, isn't this interesting," Harry spoke, distracting both of them momentarily.
"What?" Susan asked, not understanding what was his point. Now, she wanted to grill Hannah about hiding such an important thing.
"Nothing," Harry said. "I just found interesting that you were able to piece it together that quickly, especially the Yule part. Almost as if you somehow 'saw' it, or some direct evidence of it?" He stopped for a second. "But I think it's not that important. Let's continue with the game."
Susan was about to scoff when her mind made another uncomfortable connection. When he was speaking, he put a weird emphasis on seeing the evidence directly. Combined with his confidence into sneaking into their room…
"Yeah, let's continue with the game," Susan squawked, her face blooming roses. Her eyes fell to the ground, suddenly paying an inordinate attention to the cards in front of her. From the corner of her eye, she could see Hannah looking at her a little suspiciously, but then she focused back on the game. Seeing her attention shift away, Susan let out a relaxed sigh. She wasn't ready to explain that she scraped remains of her paramour off Hannah's body to pleasure herself!
However, unbalanced with two huge discovery, Susan's play style suffered dearly. After feeding most of her chips to a flush in Hannah's hand, and losing the rest in a poor bluff attempt, she found herself bereft of any cloth sans her underwear, and no chip. She decided it was time to leave.
"Well, somebody looks like she is ready to admit defeat," Hannah said.
"Of course not!" Susan said before she realized the significance of the words that left her mouth. She stilled momentarily when she realized the meaning of her words. Seeing the shocked expression on Hannah's face, she felt oddly reluctant to admit that she said it in a momentarily surprise. Instead, she reached towards her bra clasp, her hands shaking a little, and let her bra fall to the ground, revealing her well-developed breasts.
She was consumed with the sudden urge to cover them with her arms, feeling self-conscious about their size. She recently started to wear F cups, and she was feeling a little weird about that. But then she noticed Harry's gaze, focused on her breasts, lust shining in his eyes, his shaft was getting even harder.
She felt her self-consciousness drain off. She sat a little straighter, with the side-effect of making her chest even more eye-catching. She noticed Hannah was glaring daggers at her, and gazed back with a condescending expression, letting her eyes fell to Hannah's slightly smaller breasts.
She felt like a winner until Hannah's expression shifted into a thoughtful, then a victorious one. Susan hadn't had to wait for long to learn her plan, however. Hannah's hand, the one resting on Harry's thigh, started to move and grabbed his full mast, sending a victorious smile to Susan before she started to rub him.
Suddenly noticed, with great annoyance, that Harry's eyes stopped focusing on her and moved on Hannah instead, allowing a smirk of victory from her. Feeling spurned, she decided not to take this lying down, and a few seconds later, her foot sneaked towards Harry's crotch, slowly caressing its base.
"Fold," Hannah said without even checking her cards, shifting a little closer to Harry, her tits pressing against his arm. She looked at Susan, and mouthed the words, 'Raise.'
Susan had no desire to lose against Hannah in their weird game. "I raise," she said, not even bothering to keep silent. She sat to the other side of Harry. She pressed her breasts to his arms as one of her hands grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing slowly.
"I just see a check," Hannah said, smiling patronizingly.
"A little patience," Susan said as her she started to caress his back with her other hand. She sneaked towards his neck, placing small kisses on his neck. She could sense the beating of his heart under her lips. She started to move downward, creating a trail of kisses, crossing his muscular chest and abdomen. She cracked her lips, and took the head into his mouth, massaging it with her tongue.
Tasting his musky aroma, she could feel herself flow with excitement. After spending some time bobbing up and down, enjoying the texture of his meat for a while. When she pulled back, a victorious expression was on her face.
Hannah looked at her in a dismissive manner, then she leaned in, taking his length into her mouth. Susan watched as she devoured his monstrous cock bit by bit. Despite gags and wheezes, she managed to take all of his cock between her jaws, probably feeling amazing if Harry's expression was any indicator. After bobbing a few times she pulled back, and met with Susan's gaze, her gaze challenging. "All in."
Susan looked at Hannah's face, shocked by her most recent accomplishment. For a moment, she considered admitting defeat, realizing just how badly the bet had gone off the rails, and she needed to stop before before things went far too far. Distracted by her thoughts, she didn't notice two soft, delicate hands gently cupping her face.
But she definitely noticed when two soft lips gently pressed her own. Susan's mouth opened in shock when she felt soft, long hair of Hannah on her face, and a moment later, she felt her tongue slip between her lops. Thoroughly shocked, pushing didn't occur to her, allowing Hannah's lips to continue caressing her own. She eventually started to kiss her back.
Then, she suddenly pulled away, leaving Susan hanging. Before she could process, Hannah grabbed back of her head and pushed her down, her mouth opening in shock. A second later, her mouth was filled with Harry's shaft, the piece in her throat preventing her from breathing. She managed to pull back a little after the pressure lessened a bit, but Hannah pushed her back as soon as she took another breath.
After several repeats, her initial panic disappeared as she started get a weird pleasure from being pushed down, being skewered with his cock.
Then, she felt Hannah's soft, delicate hands replaced with a pair of strong but coarse ones. But despite their inherent roughness, the domineering pressure from Hannah's hands were absent, somehow managing to control Susan with even the gentlest touches.
Meanwhile, Hannah found something else to keep her busy. Her delicate hands started to caress her body, her touch light as silk. The touches started at her shoulders, slowly moving to her back. For a while, they were parked at her tits, drawing circles around her rock hard nipples, tracing her small, pink areolas as she bobbed her head again and again, trying to devour Harry's shaft.
She couldn't help but groan -muffled-, as Hannah's hands left her breasts alone, but her disappointment lasted a small while, until she felt something wet caressing her pussy. She could feel her pleasure build up as Hannah's tongue stimulated her clitoris while she was being impaled by his monster again and again… Then, she felt something snap inside her as a flood of pleasure likes of which she had never experienced.
She was barely aware as Harry pulled out her mouth, directing her to lie on her back. A few seconds later, Harry's manhood pressing against her entrance. She readied herself for the penetration, but the awaited move didn't came, leaving her pussy aching in anticipation. She understood that he was waiting for her exact approval. She smirked. "All in," she said.
"All in, it is" she heard Harry speaking before the pressure increased. She could feel her wet folds separating, yielding to his momentum. She inhaled sharply as his thick shaft started to stretch her soaking hole. It wasn't the first time she had a man in her, but his size eclipsed others by a wide margin, hitting to places that never been touched before.
"Well, let's put that mouth to a better use," Hannah said and sat on her face. She could feel her sweet, citrusy aroma on her taste buds as her tongue deserted her mouth, slowly caressing Hannah's womanhood while Harry slowly picked up his pace, drilling her deeper and deeper. Losing control of her voice, the moans started to escape her lips, only to be muffled by Hannah's presence.
She felt Harry's hand grabbing to her tits, roughly kneading them, sending waves of pleasure every time his fingers sank into her creamy flesh. It was hurting slightly, but the pain was somehow making her predicament even more pleasurable, so much that she groaned in disappointment when she felt his hands leaving her chest. But her disappointment only lasted until she felt his teeth on his globes, pressing hard enough to leave bright red marks.
She moaned in approval, enjoying the way Harry was nibbling her bust, his hands moved to maul her voluptuous hips, using them for extra leverage as his huge cock impaled her again and again, fully stretching her tunnel. All sense of time disappeared until she felt Hannah stiffening above her, and a second later, she released her juices, drenching her completely. The way Hannah was shivering above her lips triggered her own climax, leaving her a gushing and trembling. She felt Harry pull out, and a second later, he was cumming on her tits, covering them with his pearly liquid.
Before she could say anything, however, Harry leaned on her, devouring her lips, this time with a harsh, demanding kiss, burning the last semblance of control she had.
"That… was… amazing…" she managed to murmur, a silly smile on her face. But before she could say anything more, she felt another pair lips attaching to her own, continuing where Harry felt off. She could hear the noises coming from her nether regions as Harry pierced her again and again. "Such an excellent game," she whispered when Hannah pulled for a breather before the lips closed on hers once more…
Chapter 8: The fun way to shop
The fun way to shop
For a while, Harry just watched as two Hufflepuffs locked lips, savoring their moment together. He stood motionless, watching, as Hannah pulled back for a breather, revealing Susan's face to his eyes, shocked but unable to keep a silly smile off her face. Hannah shifted her position a little so her body was aligned with Susan's, their tits smashing together as Hannah leaned in for another kiss, painting an enchanting picture.
Observing two voluptuous women sharing an intense moment together, it didn't take long for his shaft to gain back its firmness. Not willing to stay as an observer for longer, he positioned himself behind them, his gaze on their mounds, separated by less than an inch. Despite his impatience, he stood still for a moment, savoring one of the best dilemmas he had faced in his life.
For a moment, he struggled to decide which girl to pick for the next step. It was a difficult choice, but in the end, Hannah had been the victor of the small competition that was going through in his mind, rewarded by his cock, pressing to her womanhood. Surprised by the sudden intrusion, she had pulled from the kiss for a moment, letting out a loud moan as Harry slipped inside her tight tunnel, her flesh enthusiastically enveloping the tender flesh of his spear. But her moan didn't last long, as she was silenced by Susan's tongue, delving depths of her mouth. Their kiss started to get even more heated, tongues almost tied together, and Harry slowly began to pick up the pace.
A while later, Hannah was squirming under Harry's relentless pace as he pumped again and again, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the room. His hands were almost melded into the pale flesh of her hips, leveraging the grip to drill her even harder. It was something she was enjoying immensely if the way she was pushing her body towards his to enhance the power of the impact even further was any indicator.
Finding her response interesting, he decided to try something a little different. One of his hands left its place for a moment, evoking an upset protest from Hannah, only to replaced by a surprised, but pleasured moan as his palm smacked her backside with a 'thud' that echoed in the room. Harry was worried for a second whether the spank was a little too hard, but only receiving a deep moan in response, he followed with another one, leaving an identical red mark on the opposite cheek.
"More," Hannah managed to murmur in a breathing break between two kisses. "I want more."
Always a gentleman, Harry didn't waste a second as his hand met with her tushy once again, another crack of flesh echoing in the room, her ass jiggling almost hypnotically every time his hands met with her ass, creating an erotic wonder.
Suddenly filled with a desire to dominate her even further, his other hand left the place on her ass, reached towards Hannah's hair and tightly wrapped it around. Then, Harry pulled back her head with no warning, hard, but still careful enough to not to hurt her neck, leveraging the position to its full extent as he plunged his cock into her depths, plowing her like she never experienced before. With the pull, she was dislodged from Susan's lips, her uncontrolled shouts echoing in the room.
"Suck her tits," he suddenly ordered. After a momentary confusion, Susan realized he was talking to her and clamped Hannah's shapely globes with her moist lips, leaving an occasional bite on her pale flesh to drive Hannah further into pleasure.
The sight of the beautiful redhead attacking Hannah's beautiful tits had proved a little too much for Harry, especially when combined Hannah's warmth enveloping him tightly. He was starting to feel dangerously close to an early explosion. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself a little, but the sudden clenching around his shaft proved enough to demolish his hasty plan, pushing him towards a release of his own as her fluids gushed like a fountain.
His heart gripped by a sudden surge of panic, he was barely able to pull out, unloading his haul to her lower back and her plump rump, his pearly liquid contrasting with her red, bruised skin. A satisfied smile appeared on his lips as he collapsed next to Susan, in need of a short break. He placed his head on her generous bosom, breathing like he was fresh out of a marathon.
For a moment he just lay there, Susan's rapid heartbeat massaging his cheek. He amusedly noticed that Susan's eyes were locked on Hannah's lovely bottom, currently decorated with his load. A fun idea came to his mind. He softly grabbed her wrist, pulling it towards the white liquid, using her thin, delicate fingers to scoop a little. "Bon appétit," he said, amused, as he brought her finger towards her mouth.
For a second, she looked a little apprehensive, then her lips cracked a little, allowing his index finger inside, sucking slowly, in a manner that could be described as leisurely. "Wow," Harry murmured. "It looks even hotter than the first time."
"What first time," Hannah interjected, rising from the haze she was in, causing Susan to suddenly stop and pull her finger out of her mouth, trying to imitate a ripe tomato. Hannah looked at her, confusion clear on her gaze.
Thoroughly amused by the sudden turn of events, he started speaking in a low, husky voice. "Well, apparently our redheaded friend here enjoys nighttime snacks a little too much. So, when she saw you were wasting the gift I have given you on Christmas night, she decided to not to let it go to waste." He smiled lecherously. "Believe me it was a heavenly sight."
"You don't say," Hannah murmured, her eyebrows rising a little in surprise, then turning her gaze towards Susan, a playful edge in the depths of her brown eyes.
"I think such naughty behavior deserves some punishment, don't you think?" Harry said. Seeing Hannah nod enthusiastically, he smiled. "Turn around, stand on your hands and knees!" he continued, his voice much sharper, ringing like a whip.
Susan followed his sudden command almost instantly, getting to the pose as Harry ordered in less than a second, her round ass pointing upwards, her delectable breasts freely wobbling. He let one of his hand graze her erect nipples, slowly caressing the soft skin of her globes. He could feel her heartbeat under his fingers, getting even faster, excitement clear on her face.
He reached for his wand, and a wave later, a bottle from his bag flew to his hand. He left his wand to the ground after casting one more spell, this time targeting Susan. It was a variant of cleaning spell, adapted for unique bedroom purposes. He twisted the bottle open, pouring some lubricant to his fingers.
He rubbed her plump cheek a little, leaving tracks of shining liquid. Then he spanked her softly, earning a gasp, her tushy rising in the preparation of another. This time, instead of smacking her once more, he let his index finger travel along her crack, stopping at her puckered hole, pressing a little. His first digit slipped inside with almost no resistance.
"Harry what are you doing?" she said, shocked by the sudden turn of events.
Disregarding her shocked objection, he pressed on, another digit of his index finger slipping inside. "You didn't think you could get away with just a spanking, right?" He pushed once more, rest of his finger disappearing from sight. "Hannah, what do you think?"
"While she could learn a lot from a good spanking, I think it is a little too light for our little molester," she said, her hungry look ruining the effect of her fake-stern voice, not that Susan could see it. "She could learn a lot from a through punishment."
Harry noticed Susan's back straightening as she readied herself for things to come. His finger started to slip in and out, almost at crawling pace at first to let her relax, slowly picking up speed as the time passed. In the beginning, Susan managed to maintain control of her voice, staying silent under the quickening assault of Harry's finger, but she started to show signs of strain when a second one joined the first. When the third had entered the equation, her lips were unable to hold her moans inside, echoing in the room.
"How about a little help," Harry asked as his fingers went in and out. For a moment, she looked a little thoughtful, then smiled, grabbing the discarded bottle of lubricant. She squeezed a generous amount of liquid to her palm, using her palms to spread it to the valley between her breasts. "It wasn't exactly what I had in mind," Harry said, though he wasn't very dissatisfied with the resulting vision.
"Are you sure?" Hannah replied, with a smile, leaning towards his crotch. Her hands pressed her tits together, catching Harry's erection in between, slowly moving up and down. An approving growl left his lips as the fingers that were probing Susan picked up speed, preparing her for the next step.
"It is time," he mouthed at Hannah, wanting to surprise Susan with the next step, though he was barely able to hold back a disappointed sigh as Hannah's soft tits left the position around his erection. After Hannah pulled away, he slowly placed herself near Susan's rump, who was unaware of the incoming intrusion.
Then he pulled his fingers off altogether, replacing with his fully erect cock before Susan could notice their absence. Susan noticed something was different only after he pushed his cock deeper than where his fingers were capable. She reacted with a surprised cry. As he continued driving, her cries continued, the initial surprise replaced by equal amounts of pain and pleasure.
He started with a slow pace, crawling in and out her hole, making her writhe under his expert touch. "Why don't you help me a little," he asked Hannah once more. In response, Hannah grabbed Susan's lower cheeks, pulling apart to reveal her puckered hole, skewered by Harry's spear.
His hips started to move faster.
He reached, letting her auburn hair fill his palm, pulling them for extra leverage as he invaded places that had never been touched before. Susan's pleasure filled cries were filling the room, getting louder and louder, as his plowing got harder and harder.
His gaze caught Hannah's visage, a mixture of excitement and impatience. Another idea appeared in Harry's mind, he picked up his wand and turned towards Hannah. "You look a little bored," he said to Hannah. "Want to join?"
Hannah was confused until Harry waved his wand once more, conjuring a pink strapon, already tied to her waist. Meanwhile, Harry wrapped his arms around Susan's torso, pulling her up together with him, both standing on their feet. Hannah appeared in front of Susan almost instantly, plunging her new toy to her depths, their bodacious bosoms smashing each other. An earthshaking, pleasure filled shout echoed in the room, straining the silencing charm he put earlier to its limits.
Standing on her feet, pounded by a toy from the front, by the real deal from behind, two pairs of hands caressing every part of her body, the climax hadn't took long to arrive, only the support provided by the bodies on her both sides allowing her to stay on her feet.
But neither Harry nor Hannah showed the slightest inclination to stop ravaging her, continuing to impale her without showing even the slightest shred of mercy as Susan's body shook with repeated orgasms, filling her mind with ecstasy as Harry deposed load after load in her.
They let Susan free only after she started looking around in uncomprehending eyes, behaving like she had a few too many drinks. She collapsed almost instantly when Hannah stopped holding her, forcing Harry to catch her in bridal style. When he was carefully laying her on the bed, she was already unconscious.
"That… was… amazing!" Hannah said, her face burning with excitement and desire.
"Yes, it was," Harry said, waving his wand once more to dispel the strap on she was wearing. He reached the lotion bottle, filling his hand with a generous amount. "But I think it is your turn now."
Hannah smiled. "I thought you would never ask," she said as she positioned herself on the bed, directly above the unconscious form of Susan, placing her hands on her cheeks, creating one of the most beautiful invitations Harry had ever seen…
Harry smiled as he gazed upon passed out figures of Susan and Hannah, their bodies still intertwined as they lay on Susan's bed. Getting away from that enticing scene was a real challenge for him despite the tiredness of his flesh, but he managed to gather his willpower enough to pull the blanket on their beautiful figures. Then, he donned his invisibility cloak and raised his wand, dispelling all the locking spells still on the door with one dismissive wave, and left the Hufflepuff tower after making sure he locked the door behind himself.
A few days later, Harry was slowly sneaking towards his unaware target, whose attention fully on the books open in front of her. His feet were barely making any noise as they glided over the stone floor. Standing behind her target, he leaned in, grabbed his target's bushy hair, gently tipping her head back.
Caught unawares by the sudden assault, Hermione panicked. Her mouth opened in shock, but a pair of lips that covered her mouth to prevent any noise from escaping her small, delectable mouth. She struggled for a moment, but her efforts suddenly stopped when she realized the identity of her assailant. Instead of continuing her exertion, her lips started to reply in kind, letting her tongue out to battle his aggressive one.
They kept the same position for a while, then he pulled back, leaving her purring, her face alight with excitement, her bushy brown hair ruffled. "How many times I have to tell you that do not sneak up on me," she said, trying to sound stern, but her voice lacking even the slightest bit of heat. Her glowing face and a huge smile weren't exactly helping her case either. "Not to mention you sneaking into girls' dorm in playing daylight. What if the girls' were still in the room."
"At least one more time," he replied. "And who said the girls were out." He pointed towards the bed which was currently occupied by the sleeping figure of Lavender, her already short nightgown climbed to her upper thighs, revealing her long, smooth legs. He saw Hermione's mouth opening in panic, but he silenced her protest with yet another kiss.
"Harry!" she hissed when he finally pulled back. "What if she wakes up!"
"Maybe she would like to join us," Harry said, teasing her slightly. Like previous times he mentioned an eventual threesome, she gained a deep red tone, quickly clamming up. Her initial enthusiasm about having other girls accompanying them to their nighttime activities had waned quickly in the following days, rejecting Harry's occasional offers of convincing Lavender or Parvati to join them.
Harry knew her enough that it was her insecurities that preventing her from taking the final step, afraid to compare herself with the girls such as Lavender. After all, he was sure that she was showing some bisexual tendencies, evident by the occasional longing glances she was throwing to Lavender's sexy figure, even at the moment. "Anyway," he said, changing the topic. "Wear some muggle clothing, we need to be in the McGonagall's office in ten minutes."
"Why?" Hermione said. "And why do I need to wear muggle clothing?"
"Surprise," he said mischievously, but his desire to stretch the explanation had wilted quickly under her pointed gaze. Despite their repeated encounters while wearing less than appropriate clothing, her demanding glare lost none of its potency, gaining an ethereally scary quality that rivaled dementors whenever something was between her and information. "Okay, okay," he mumbled, raising his hands in a mock defensive gesture. "I managed to convince McGonagall to give me permission to go to muggle side of London, to buy several items for the second task. And considering my non-existent knowledge of London, guess who is allowed to join me on my shopping trip."
A smile blossomed on her face as she grabbed him with one of her patented hugs. "Oh Harry, do you think we can visit my mum for a few minutes at least. I missed her so much."
"Well, I'm not sure about that, because we will be a little too busy during the day," he said, watching her face fell a little, then continued. "But I'm sure you can see her as much as you want during the night since the permission also includes an overnight stay."
"Jerk," she murmured, smiling. She hit his chest playfully, but hard enough to sting a little, followed by a hasty kiss. "Okay, I'm going to change."
"Yes," Harry said as he sat on her bed, his eyes locked firmly on his body.
"Turn your back," Hermione said, blushing a little, tapping her foot in impatience.
"Nope," Harry said, sitting comfortably. "Do you really think I would ever turn down the opportunity of seeing your beautiful body?"
"Harryyy!" she whined, but she was unable to prevent a wide grin appearing on her face.
"We are going to be late," he said. "Hmm, how to explain McGonagall about why we were late?"
"Jerk," she said, but her fingers were already flying over the buttons of her robe. A second later, it pooled on the ground, quickly followed by her skirt and blouse. She opened her wardrobe, leaning to search for some appropriate clothes, her modest panties straining to contain her delectable posterior.
Seeing the impressive view, his manhood returned to life almost instantly. He stood up and walked behind her, grabbing her hips, tightly pressing his covered shaft to her rump.
"Harry, stop!" she said. "We are in a hurry."
"Then hurry up," Harry said, starting to push his hips forward in a slow, steady rhythm.
She said nothing further as she continued looking for an appropriate wear, but Harry noticed that her hips started to match his movements almost exactly, a small wet patch appearing over her womanhood. Wanting to escalate a little further, he let his hands browse over her back, slipping under her shoulder straps…
They continued like that for a few minutes. Harry noted that her search for clothes slowed considerably, her hands busy holding to the wardrobe to compensate for her trembling legs. After all the naked marathons they had together, he was able to effortlessly recognize the signs of an impending orgasm.
But instead of escalating the situation, he just placed a small kiss on her shoulder and whispered into her ear: "We are going to be late, so I should leave you to dress up. Meet me at the common room in five minutes." Then he pulled back, chuckling at her primal grow, showing her annoyance at the sudden loss of contact. He threw his invisibility cloak on, leaving her about to climax, but without a release. And before she could articulate a sentence, he was already out of the room…
Hermione Granger had worked up quite a temper when she walked into the common room. Her annoyance was further enhanced by the fact that she lacked an opportunity to lash at him -or to finish what he started back in the room- as they dashed towards McGonagall's office, already late. Though the fact that they were late hadn't prevented Harry from stealing several small but heated kisses, or sneaking a few touches whenever they found themselves in a relatively deserted part of the school, pushing her towards the edge, but with no release. Apparently, the month they spent together, doing the horizontal dance, had taught him how to play her like an upright bass, keeping her just on the edge without a release.
She was aware that Harry was enjoying the way she was squirming as McGonagall went through a lengthy explanation about rules and propriety. She was barely able to hold herself from shouting at her hurry up, her body burning with pleasure. However, she lacked the opportunity to somehow fix the situation even after McGonagall had finished her talk, since they flooed from her office to Leaky Cauldron. Luckily, the place was quite barren in the morning, and they were able to sneak out without being noticed by the patrons of the bar.
First, they stopped at an ATM, getting some money. She had helped him to open an account this summer, a few days after he he celebrated his eighteenth birthday. She trailed him as they visited several specialty shops, assembling an extensive set of diving equipment, even including a harpoon shooter, collecting his loot in his bag, enchanted with extension and weight reduction charms.
"So, how about we do a little shopping for you," he suddenly said as they walked through the streets of London, having recently completed his shopping. Then, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a department store, without waiting for a response from her.
"Harry, I have enough clothes," Hermione murmured, but she let him pull her towards the women's section without any resistance, starting to feel like a leaf in the wind once again. And like all the previous times she felt like that, she couldn't help but follow him wordlessly, his dominance flaring up to devour any objection she might field.
Seeing him like that once more, she was unable to prevent herself from comparing him to the way he was earlier this year. She had to admit that the Triwizard tournament had been tremendously beneficial for Harry. She had liked the old Harry. He had always been an excellent, giving friend, even risking his life for her sake, in more than one occasion. But all of his exemplary achievements and traits, she hadn't been able to actually respect the old Harry. She had liked him enough to risk her life in turn, but it was almost impossible to feel any respect towards him when he was perfectly content to act like a doormat for everyone whenever he was not in a life-threatening situation.
It was actually the reason why she distanced herself after the champion selection fiasco. It wasn't just that she was so angry with him for accepting everything in face value once again. She also realized that if he had been able to continue to rely on her, he would do like he always did, accepting the all against him without any complaint until the people changed their mind once more, then accepting them back when they showed slightest inclination of regret, not even asking for an apology.
So she deliberately distanced herself. It was sad to see him being attacked by every corner, but she somehow managed to stay away. She did as much as she could to prevent or defuse what she could without being noticed, but still kept her distance, staying neutral in public. She had been aware that by doing so, she was risking the best friendship she had, and probably would ever have. But she decided she had owed him enough to try.
Watching him in the first task, she felt so proud of him, but the pride she felt had a bitter after taste. She was sad that she had to lose her best friend in the process of allowing him to grow…
So, when he approached her the day after Yule Ball, talking like nothing was changed, she felt aesthetic, jumping headfirst to the opportunity to amend the relationship between them. Though rest of the day somehow went off the rails in a way she never expected.
When she went with him to the pool, to hear the poem of golden egg, she decided to tease him a little by wearing a skimpy set of bikini, partly because she wanted to give him a little apology gift for not being there for him for that difficult times, and partly because she was feeling a little jealous of Lavender's blissful state after the ball. After seeing Lavender's messy, but delighted state, it didn't take a genius to understand what Harry and Lavender were up to after the ball.
However, her decision to tease him somehow went off the rail quite fast. One moment, she was teasing him with a little swimming competition. The next, she was being repeatedly impaled by his huge cock, captured by his sheer presence. She was enchanted by his manliness, so deep that she somehow gave him the license to have other girls on the side, even agreeing on future threesomes…
A small tap on her shoulder distracted her from her thoughts. She blinked a few times, then blushed, realizing they were standing in the lingerie section. She turned to see Harry waiting, a set of underwear on his hand. "Why don't you try this, I'm sure it would fit you perfectly," he said, pushing them in her hands.
Feeling a little bashful, she took them and almost dashed into the nearest dressing booth, not even checking the pair he pushed to her hands. She quickly shed her bulky clothes, standing still for a moment in her white, modestly cut underwear. A little hesitant, she quickly removed them too, reducing her to her birthday suit. Her nipples were hard, she was still aroused by Harry's earlier teasings. Then she turned her attention towards the set Harry gave her, her eyes almost popping out of their places as she looked at them. Both the bra and the knickers were light blue, barely larger than half of her her palm. And to drive things further, she was able to see her fingers from the other side, despite the fabric on the way.
For a moment, she considered not wearing them, her shyness rearing its head once again. But, she was aware that these were a challenge from Harry, and she didn't like to admit defeat, especially in an issue as simple as wearing a pair of underwear in a dressing booth.
She started to pull the panties up, its silky fabric caressing her toned legs, causing her to gasp in pleasure. The view was breathtaking, with it a small patch of lace covering her womanhood, but nothing else. Then she pulled the bra on, covering her round globes with fabric that was somehow more revealing that being naked. She gazed herself in the mirror, unable to believe her eyes. She knew she was pretty, but sexy was never a word she would use to define herself… At least until she saw herself dressed this flimsy piece of underwear, somehow managing to enhance her nakedness…
Her eyes firmly on her reflection, her hands started to wander over her body, almost without a conscious thought, caressing her skin to spread small shivers on her body. Her hands met the flimsy fabric of her bra, slowly palming her globes. Her eyes were closed, one of her hands started to travel down, about to reach her womanhood. Two other hands softly grabbing her ass, caressing slowly…
Her eyes popped up in panic upon realizing that she wasn't alone in the cabin. Reflexively, her mouth opened to let out a panicked shout, but a hand found her mouth, keeping her shout inside! Her heart beating like crazy, it took a few seconds for her to realize her assailant was none other than Harry. She stopped struggling, waiting for him to pull his hand off her mouth. "What are you doing here!" she hissed, trying to keep her voice low.
"You have been gone for a while, so I decided to check if you are okay," Harry said, his innocent expression so thick that Hermione didn't believe it even for a moment. "Then I noticed you were massaging yourself and decided to help a little. It is not a problem, right?" His hands found her hips once more, slowly palming her supple flesh, the flimsy texture of her new panties proving no barrier to his touch, the soft, silky fabric enhancing the feeling even more. Her mind slowly being invaded by pleasure once more, she was unable to come up with a response to his rhetorical question. His body smashed her own, letting her feel his full erection, pressing to her backside. It was already out of his pants, allowing her to feel its presence completely as it got lodged into her crack.
Then he grabbed her chin, turning her head a little. Their lips met, his tongue scouring her mouth. Distracted by the kiss, she didn't notice his hand pulling her panties a little sideways, allowing direct access to her pussy. But she definitely noticed when his cock, hard and throbbing, plowed into her depths in one swift movement, facing almost no resistance from her already wet insides. Pleasure radiated from her core, resulting in a pleasure filled wail to echo in the room.
Momentarily, she completely forgot where she was, moaning and shouting loudly as Harry pummeled her from behind, her eyes wide open, watching the way their bodies touched each other in the mirror, almost hypnotized. Feeling her body slacken a little, she pressed her hands to the mirror to keep himself up, enjoying the way Harry was scraping her insides.
Distracted, she hadn't heard the knock on the cabin door, at least first few times. Then she noticed a stomping on the door. "Madam, we are about to come inside, please make sure that you are decent."
She panicked, realizing she forgot to keep her voice quiet, somehow disregarding the fact that she was still in the dressing booth of a department store. She turned towards Harry, about to ask him to stop, but instead he started kissing her, stealing her voice. The fear and the panic she was feeling wasn't unexpected, but the sudden surge of excitement definitely was, momentarily breaking her hold of the reality. When her mind came back, the door already clicked open, slowly being pushed forward, about to reveal her indecent body to public.
Then, she noticed Harry, throwing a silverly fabric to cover their bodies just as the door opened, hiding them from the sight of the mundane. A woman appeared on the door, red in anger, but her expression turned into confusion when she saw no one inside the cabin. "Huh, I was sure the voice was coming from this one," she murmured to herself, looking into the cabin, a little stupefied.
Meanwhile, Hermione was writhing with pleasure under Harry's slow, deep strokes, filling her completely, his lips preventing any errand sound from escaping her own. Her excitement was multiplied by the foreign presence a foot away from them, about to be caught, yet still hidden. Writhing in pleasure, she didn't care that the woman had left the entrance, nor the open state of the door, her attention once again focused onto the seven-inch of meat, stretching her insides.
Then, she felt his hands on her hips once more, forcing her to walk out of the cabin. Panicked, she pulled off the kiss, whispered: "What the hell are you doing?"
"Multitasking," he said, continuing pumping into her. "Why to waste such an excellent opportunity to shop?"
Somehow, she was unable to gather energy to reject that statement. Following his directions, she found herself in the lingerie section once more, trying to pick which lingerie to buy. Her picks came as a surprise, even to herself. They had almost no substance, an amalgamated mass of transparent fabric, loose lace and fishnets, stockings and garter belts thrown in for good measure.
"Perfect," Harry whispered into her ear after she pointed about a dozen set of underwear. "So, how about you also pick some more, this time as gifts."
"For whom?" she asked, a little surprised about the complete lack of jealousy in her own voice. She thought about it for a second, then just shrugged, deciding it wasn't an issue that was worth pondering for now.
"To whomever you want," Harry said, his hand caressing the soft skin of her globes, his cock slipping in and out.
"Are you that confident?" she asked, challenge clear in her voice.
"Of course."
Hermione smiled a little, enjoying the light banter Harry was putting on the subject. But her competitiveness was still alive and well, so she started to think some candidates that would be hard. "Let's start with Lavender," Hermione said, pointing a purple teddy that looked like one size too small for Lavender.
"Nice choice," Harry said, though she wasn't sure if he was referring to the lingerie. He started to rub her naked stomach as he continued pumping her, causing her skin to electrify. "Next?"
She pointed two sets of underwear, one white corset, fluffy looking, complete with angel wings and a halo, the other containing red, flimsy panties and bra along with a small trident and devil horns. "Parvati and Padma," she said. "Together." She smirked, knowing just how competitive both sisters could be when it came to boys. There was almost no chance that Harry would be able to convince them for something like that, especially together.
"Interesting, I like it," he whispered, suddenly plunging himself deeper, eliciting a gasp, his hands moving up to her tits, slowly kneading. But just when she felt like an orgasm was coming, but he suddenly slowed, keeping her on the edge, not letting her to pass the side of release.
Hermione decided to punish him a little for leaving her on the brink once more, so she decided to pick an impossible candidate for the next one. She pointed to a set almost exactly in Gryffindor colors. The bra was almost nonexistent, Hermione wasn't sure that it would even cover the nipples of her candidate despite her modest bust size. The panties were scarcely better, modeled as a g-string, barely covering anything in the back, the semi-transparent patch of cloth on the front somehow enhancing the view of everything that needed to stay hidden. The set was completed by crimson, thigh high stockings. "Daphne Greengrass," Hermione said, smirking victoriously.
"Somebody is playing for the keeps," Harry whispered into her ear. "Anyway, I think this is enough shopping." He started to pull back.
For a moment, she felt on the edge, thinking Harry is planning to leave her hanging once more. But before she could articulate her thoughts, his presence slammed into her, burying his full length. He pumped once, twice… Under his determined assault, she lost her ability to count, her brain not caring about any possible ramification as her voice started to get louder once more. She barely noticed that several people were looking around, confused by the sound of her cries, ringing in the air without any apparent source, store clerks frantically moving around to somehow to prevent it.
Then, something clicked inside her once more as her long awaited climax arrived, pleasure completely subjugating her mind, his tight hold on her only thing preventing an outright collapse. "Best shopping trip ever…" she murmured as she let herself fall back into Harry's strong arms, enjoying the way his muscles wrapping around her, his erect presence still inside her…