Chapter 4: Home Sick
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Chapter 3: Home Sick
Hey hot stuff…
Sooo, I don't really know where to begin with this. Honestly can't even remember the last time I had to write a letter. You just couldn't have gone to a normal bloody school eh?
Still a bit miffed about the whole you being a student thing. Just my luck that I finally find a good bloke and he has to leave me behind all sad, lonely, and fucking horny. (Like seriously, I really miss that big fucking cock of yours. My toys are just not cutting it.)
Hope you're just as miserable as I am you lug, though I doubt it. After all, I'm all alone and you have a whole castle full of hotties you can fuck senseless anytime you want. Honestly, I'm a bit jealous.
Suppose I could find a hottie of my own, but where's the fun in that? Plus that just doesn't feel right... I'd much rather curl up in bed with you watching old cheesy movies on the telly–fall asleep listening to your heartbeat with your arms wrapped snug around me…
God, I sound pathetic.
Here I am, miss 'This is just a casual fling—no catching feelings for one another. Let's keep our options open. Blah blah blah…' and yet ever since you left it's felt like a part of me left with you. You made me actually sorta like you as more than a friend. Prat.
I wanted to ignore it, you know? Even tried to go out to the bar a few nights ago, determined to get incredibly drunk and snog the first halfway decent-looking bloke I saw. Surprise surprise! I didn't even make it out the bloody door. Drinking, dancing, and shagging just don't seem all that fun anymore, at least…without you here.
Look at me, being all mopey and sad! Aren't you supposed to be the doom and gloom one between us? I think you infected me with your brooding. Not cool Potter!
Either way, I guess what I wanted to say was… I miss you.
Crazy right?
But I can't lie about how I feel. I fucking miss you Harry Potter. I miss you, and I hope you miss me too. I hope you miss me so much that you curse yourself every day for not staying here with me. I hope you miss me so much that every time you're shagging some snobby boarding school girl rotten, all you can think about is me.
I hope you miss me so much that you're counting down the days till we see each other again.
So don't go and keep me waiting mister XOXO
-Cammi
Harry smiled as he read over Cammi's letter once, twice, three times before he memorised every word. He did indeed miss the mischievous vixen, far more than he thought he would. Cammi wasn't just some cheap lay. In their weeks together, she became a confidant, a friend. While he couldn't tell her everything, Cammi was one of the few who knew about his true feelings towards Dumbledore and many of the other adults in his life. She was the one who he bore everything, his fears, wants, and secret desires in life that not even Ron or Hermione were privy to.
They were friends, lovers, and something more. Perhaps he didn't know what to call their relationship. Perhaps it didn't need a title at all. Harry knew that he cared for her though, more than he should in truth.
Was it wrong for him to allow himself to feel for her? Or to allow her to do the same? After all, he knew he would more than likely not live to see his final year at Hogwarts. Was it wrong of him to lead Cammi on then, knowing he'd die before their relationship could truly amount to anything?
He sighed and leaned back against the windowsill. The moon's rays shone over the castle, casting a bright glow inside Gryffindor Tower. At this time of night, no one besides the odd ghost or two would reside inside the common room. The quiet was nice, it allowed him room to think, to contemplate thoughts like this that hung heavy on his mind.
Harry took another drag from his cigarette, flicking the ashes out of the open window, the embers cooling quickly as they glided down onto the grounds far below.
Right or wrong, Harry knew that he and Cammi made each other happy. Perhaps that was all that mattered after all? In his life, happiness was rather fleeting, burning away quicker than the embers he cast out the window. His whole new attitude towards life was embracing what little he could with the time he had left. Cammi would understand, wouldn't she?
He hoped so. He couldn't exactly explain it after all. What could he say? 'Sorry babe. We can't be together because a mass-murdering psycho wizard is going to kill me soon. A drunk lady in a crystal ball told me so.'
Harry snorted quietly to himself. Yeah, that would go over well.
Taking one last drag, he tossed the remainder of his cigarette out and softly closed the window. He could figure out this dilemma later. He had a feeling tomorrow would be a long day.
Picking up Cammi's letter once more, intent on stowing it away somewhere safe, he paused. There was a small weight nestled inside the envelope still. Harry furrowed his brow and opened the stamped package over the nearest coffee table. A small stack of polaroid photos fell out, splaying out over the wooden table for him to see.
Harry chuckled as he took in the pictures. Each one was of Cammi in a series of some very scandalous poses. Her curvy tattooed body was on full display in each one. The one in the centre particularly caught his eye.
The raven-haired beauty held the camera out with her legs spread wide. Her hairless pussy lips were spread apart by her fingers and a bejeweled butt-plug was hilted deep inside her arsehole. Below the picture was a small note written along the border.
P.S. Just in case you needed to be reminded what's waiting for you come Christmas. See you soon hot stuff ;)
Harry smiled and collected the pictures. Perhaps Cammi would be the death of him instead. Wouldn't that be a way to go?
The door to the sixth-year boys' dormitory creaked open. Soft snores echoed from the room as a figure crept inside. Their eyes darted around to each bed, searching for any sort of disturbance or alarm from their occupants. When none came the figure let out a quiet sigh and began to tip-toe forward.
Her destination lay just on the other side of the room. The last four-poster bed with a snowy-white owl perched upon the nightstand.
Said owl opened its eyes as she approached, hooting softly at her presence.
"Shh Hedwig." The figure whispered. "It's okay, just go back to sleep."
The bird regarded her for a moment, eyes boring into her soul before they flicked closed with a huff. Hedwig was certainly an odd owl.
Once the coast was once more deemed clear, the figure crept forward the remaining few feet. She paused briefly, removing a small post-it note from her robe and pressing it against the bed's curtains. There was a dim flash of light as the sigil written on the paper activated, silencing any sound within a small bubble around the bed.
With a smile, the figure opened the curtains slowly, Harry's name already poised upon her lip.
Yet she never spoke it.
Instead, Hermione stood there shocked, her eyes glued to the small photo clutched in Harry's sleeping hand. The photo of an unknown woman showing off her naked body. Hermione felt tears prick the corner of her eyes as she read the small note at the bottom of the picture. Hurt and betrayal blossomed in her chest, as did embarrassment.
She was a fool to think Harry really wanted her. A fool to believe her best friend felt as she did and saw her as more than the silly girl he befriended all those years ago. Of course, he'd choose someone else over her.
The brunette looked down at her own lingerie-clad body. Her small breasts barely poked out from the lacey material. Compared to the woman in the photo, whose own chest far outweighed hers in size and shape, Hermione was nought but a flat board.
Why would Harry want her when he had a real woman waiting for him back home?
The tears fell in heavy rivets and the bookworm dashed from the room, uncaring of the noise she made as the door slammed closed behind her. The only sound she could even hear at that moment was her own strained sobs.
"Hey Gin' have you seen Hermione around?" He asked the red-haired chaser.
Ginny shook her head with a look of confusion. "Can't say I have, maybe she went down to breakfast already? Lavender might know."
Harry hummed and glanced around the common room, searching for said girl. He spotted her on the other side of the room gossiping excitedly with Pavarti and Fay Dunbar. The blonde's eyes flicked over to him as he walked over, her bright smile morphing into a wolfish smirk.
"Hello Harry! Come to steal my girl away for another 'private lesson'?" Lavender said pointedly. Beside her, Parvati blushed and nudged her friend in the side before waving a quick wave in his direction.
Harry chuckled but shook his head. "As lovely as that would be, I'm actually looking for Hermione. Either of you see her this morning?"
Lavender frowned while Parvati and Fay both shook their heads. "Sorry, haven't seen her since last night. She came back to the dorm quite the mess but wouldn't say what was the matter. You know anything about that?" Lavender's tone turned a bit icy towards the end, her polite smile slipping around the edges as a challenging glint twinkled in her eye. Never let it be said the blonde was protective of her friends.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out. I woke up last night to her storming out of our dorm crying. I just want to see if she's okay."
It was a partial lie. In truth, he knew what likely set the bookworm off. He had kept one of Cammi's photos out last night, hoping if he fell asleep looking at it he'd have a pleasant dream featuring the vixen instead of his normal ones via his connection with Voldemort.
…He'd been unsuccessful.
Thankfully, Lavender seemed to accept his response and forwent any further questions. "Maybe she went to the library? That's where she usually goes when she wants to be alone."
Harry nodded at the blonde's suggestion and left with a quick farewell to each of the girls.
The trip to the library was a quick one. With his knowledge of the castle's secret passages and shortcuts, Harry was soon searching between the tall shelves of old books for a familiar head of bushy hair.
With every row of shelves, Harry's hope grew more and more stale. Hermione was nowhere to be seen, not at a single one of her usual tables or hidden cloves within the library. Just as he was about to give up, a flash of light brown hair caught in his peripheral. There, sitting upon the floor with her knees to her chest was Hermione. She was sat in one of the darkest corners, her face obscured by her heavy locks of hair. A book lay half opened in front of her, as if she attempted to read it but threw it away in frustration.
"'Mione?" He called, approaching slowly.
The girl stiffened immediately at the sound of his voice. She turned away from him slightly, her face refusing to rise to meet his gaze.
"'Mione talk to me." Harry pressed. He crouched down next to her, reaching forward slowly in an attempt to lay a comforting hand on her knee. Yet the brunette pulled away from him stiffly, the sudden movement allowing him a brief glimpse of her tear-stained cheeks.
"Go away." She finally said, her voice shaky and weak.
Harry sighed and dropped down to sit next to her. "You know I can't do that. C'mon, let's talk. You left so fast last night that I had no time to explain."
"Explain?!" Hermione screeched loudly before glancing around with a wince. "Explain what Harry?" She said much quieter. "How you apparently have some...slut back home! One who's not ashamed to flaunt her body like some cheap prostitute." She was staring him down fully now, her red-rimmed eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Annoyance flared in Harry's chest, and he leveled his friend with a glare. "I know you're angry, but I'm not going to sit by and listen to you insult Cammi. You don't know her and it's entirely unfair for you to judge her like that."
Hermione scoffed and turned away. "Whatever. Just leave me alone Harry. Go and write Cammi back already. You've made it quite clear that you prefer her anyway." She bit out.
"Is that what this is about? You think that I- what? Like her more than you?"
Hermione muttered something under her breath, but Harry couldn't catch it.
"What?"
Hermione rounded on him once more, her face a mix of anger and despair. "I said why wouldn't you?!" She exclaimed. Hermione huffed and took out her wand, swishing it in a wide arc with a muttered 'Silencio'. "We slept together Harry. I don't regret it! God knows I hoped for something like that to happen for years!" The brunette laughed humourlessly. "But days after what I thought was a special evening between us, I find you asleep, clutching a nude picture of another woman! A woman that you're more than willing to defend from a few biting insults! So yes, I'm upset because the stupid boy I've liked for years is smitten with another woman!" The tears in her eyes broke free, streaming down her cheeks in heavy rivers. "I know I'm not that pretty, or what anyone would consider 'sexy'. I just thought- I hoped I'd be enough…"
Her words trailed off as sobs wracked her body. The brunette buried her head into her hands, weeping with heartache.
Harry immediately wrapped his arms around his friend's thin frame. She half-heartedly tried to push him away, but in the end, she fell limply against his chest as she cried.
"Hermione-" He murmured into her ear. "You're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen. I'm dumbfounded you'd even give a prat like me the time of day." Harry rubbed small circles into his back as he spoke. "You're my best friend 'Mione. The one person I've always been able to count on no matter what." He placed a small kiss on the crown of her head and hooked a finger under her chin so that their eyes would meet.
Hermione sniffled, her red-rimmed brown eyes peering into his hopefully.
"There's no one in this world who could compare to you in my mind." He said softly.
Slowly he leaned in, Hermione tilting her head up almost unconsciously to meet his lips head-on. The kiss was gentle, chaste and lingering all at the same time. Together they pulled away, Harry's emerald eyes staring deep into Hermione's mocha ones.
"And… Cammi?" Hermione asked hesitantly.
Harry bit the inside of his cheek in thought, mentally gathering his words. "Cammi and I… it's complicated. You need to understand 'Mione, I'm just not ready for a relationship right now. Cammi is my friend, as are you, and I care for you both." He sighed and wrapped his hands around hers. "With everything that's happened recently. Voldemort, Sirius, the prophecy, I just want to grab what happiness I can. I don't want to be afraid of living my life to the fullest and showing those I care for just how much they mean to me."
"Oh Harry…" Hermione whispered, leaning in to wrap him in a tight hug.
Harry hugged her back, breathing in the scent of her vanilla shampoo and letting it soothe the weariness that seeped into his bones every time he mentioned the prophecy.
"I don't know what to call this thing between us Hermione, but I do know I'd like to keep exploring it with you."
Hermione pulled back and gave him a small smile. "I'd like that too." She whispered.
They kissed once more, this one lasting longer and deeper than the last. It was not frantic or driven by lust, but calm and comforting. As if they were both trying to express how much they cared for each other through their lips alone.
They broke apart to take a much-needed breath. Harry rested his forehead against hers as they enjoyed the closeness with one another. Finally, Hermione cleared her throat and pulled away, wiping her eyes quickly before sighing in relief. "Just promise me you'll give me some form of warning before seducing another girl." The brunette laughed.
Harry winced and chuckled nervously, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Well about that…"
Hermione narrowed her eyes, a malicious glint shining dangerously within.
"Heya Hermione!" Lavender chirped.
Hermione glanced up from where she sat at one of the secluded tables towards the back of the library. Lavender's honey-brown eyes flicked over the girl quickly, taking in her slightly tousled hair and swollen lips gleefully. The flush of the girl's cheeks simply tied the whole story together perfectly and the blonde couldn't contain her smirk.
"Sooo I take it you and a certain someone made up?"
"I d-don't know what you mean." Hermione stammered.
Lavender rolled her eyes and plopped down into a seat across from the brunette. "Riiiight. Well then I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I went and told Harry that I'd like him to take his fat cock and ram it-"
"Lavender!" Hermione exclaimed.
Lavender smirked and leaned in. Hermione's face flushed even redder and her chest fluttered with a panicked breath. Oh yes, she had her now.
"So there is something going on between you and Harry! Ha! Parvati owes me five sickles!" The blonde laughed. "Don't worry love, I'm not actually going to try and shag your boyfriend."
Her words did little to calm Hermione if the girl's twitching was any indication. "He's- hng- Harry's not my b-boyfriend."
Lavender narrowed her eyes in confusion before the bookworm's real meaning dawned on her. Eyes widening, Lavender made an 'oh!' face that slowly morphed into a lecherous smirk. Excitement rushed through her veins at the thought of hearing new gossip. Oh this was too good!
"Hermione Granger you dirty slut!" Lavender whispered. "I never took you for the 'fuck-buddies' type!"
Hermione blushed even deeper and looked away. "Y-you're not going to tell anyone r-right?"
Part of Lavender wanted to scream no and run away to spread the newfound gossip as fast as possible. She was, after all, the queen of the Hogwarts Rumour Mill. But then again… Hermione was her friend. Sure, she wasn't as close to the girl as Parvati, but they'd been dormmates for six years now! Lavender couldn't betray the girl's confidence like that!
Sighing, the blonde shook her head, all remnants of her playful personality disappearing quickly. "No worries love. Secret is safe with me." She said with a reassuring smile. "Though you sure I can't take Harry for a ride or two?" Okay so maybe she could only be serious for so long.
To her surprise, Hermione made a small squeaking sound in the back of her throat and looked away. "I-I'd say that would be up to H-Harry." She stammered.
That was...surprising. Lavender was taken aback for a second, not expecting Hermione's answer. The blonde felt her eyes narrow as her mind swam through possibility after possibility. Something was off but she just couldn't put her finger on it.
First, Hermione usually didn't entertain her teasing for very long. Usually, the girl would simply roll her eyes and let Lavender spout off a few lewd remarks before picking up whatever book she had and walking away. Yet now Hermione just sat and listened to Lavender attentively. Almost like she couldn't walk away…
Then there was the way she was acting. Lavender had been quick to assume it was due to a combination of embarrassment from being caught and Hermione's generally shy nature. Yet it was more than that. Her face was flushed, not from embarrassment, but almost as if she was…aroused…
That couldn't be right, could it?
But the bookworm's stuttering as well… and the way she twitched and let out near-silent squeaks every now and again…
Now that Lavender thought about it, she didn't remember bumping into Harry on her way here either…
Her eyes flicked to the table for barely a moment, but it was enough for Hermione to see, the brunette's own eyes widening in realization as she reached forward to grasp at Lavender's robes.
"Lavender wait!"
But it was too late, Lavender dove under the table and slammed right into the back of Harry Potter.
Harry pushed away from his place between Hermione's legs. She caught only a flash of the girl's glistening wet pussy before Hermione clamped her legs closed with a small 'eep!'
"Uh- Hey Lav'." Harry greeted hesitantly. "Funny seeing you here?"
Lavender giggled and gave the boy a smirk. "'Here' as in under the table or 'here' as in Hermione's cunt?"
"Both?"
Above them Hermione just groaned before they heard a small bang against the hard tabletop.
"So you two are shagging, but he's also allowed to shag other people?"
Harry watched as Hermione's nose crinkled in distaste yet she nodded regardless.
"I wouldn't put it in such a… crass manner, but yes that sums it up for the most part."
Lavender nodded and turned to him with a raised brow. "And you've already been involved with other girls. Parvati I know for sure, but who else?"
"That's between me and them Lav'." He sighed. "I haven't slept with half the castle if that's what you're asking."
Lavender snorted and gave him a shrug. "Fair enough I suppose." The blonde eyed them both for a few moments, her lips pursed in thought. "So if I understand all this, I could snog Harry senseless right here and now, and you wouldn't bat an eye?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'd prefer if you didn't do something so inappropriate in the library-"
"You were letting him eat your pussy in here not two minutes ago Granger."
"Well I- That's not- I got carried away…" She muttered. "But yes, as long as Harry's okay with it, kiss away."
He watched as Lavender's face lit up and she suddenly jumped to her feet. "Great!"
Before Harry could question what the buxom blonde was up to, she suddenly lunged under the table. He jumped as a hand brushed against his inner thigh. Looking down, he was met with Levender's honey-brown eyes peering back up at him with a mischievous glint.
"What uh- what are you doing Lav'?"
Lavender hummed and began to work on the latch of his belt. "I'm going to suck your cock, what else silly?" She paused to glance back up at him with an innocent smile.
"That's- You said you were going to kiss him!" Hermione exclaimed in exasperation.
The blonde giggled and slowly began to peel his trousers down. "I asked if I could, not that I was going to. 'Sides, Parvati kept going on and on about his cock that I just needed to have a peek myself!" As the words left her mouth, Harry's erect length finally sprang free from its prison and slapped the blonde gently against the chin.
Lavender jumped in surprise, staring down at his cock in awe. "I see she wasn't exaggerating either." The blonde breathed. Her mouth twisted into a wide smirk as she reached up to wrap a single hand around Harry's shaft. "My my, you are one lucky girl Hermione~" Lavender cooed.
Beside him, Hermione blushed and muttered something incomprehensible under her breath. Harry wasn't paying her any mind, however. All of his attention was focused solely on the blonde between his legs as she wrapped her pouty full lips around his girth.
Lavender moaned lewdly as the taste of his cock hit her tongue. She bobbed her head in small strokes, lathering the tip of his member with her tongue. Harry cursed as she whirled her tongue around his engorged glans, taking him deeper inside her mouth with each pass. The curvy witch's lipgloss smeared around her lips, leaving faint streaks of hot pink behind on his shaft. Without warning, his cockhead bumped against the back of her throat. He watched as Lavender jerked slightly, the blonde trying in vain to keep her gag reflex under control, Tears prickled at the corner of her eyes, and in the end, she was forced to pull off his cock with a strangled gasp.
"Fuck!" Lavender coughed. "That's a lot of dick to take at once!"
"Can I try?" Hermione's voice piped up from his left.
Lavender looked at her with a raise of a manicured brow. "You're telling me you two have fucked but you haven't sucked his cock yet?" At Hermione's nod, Lavender clicked her tongue in disappointment. "Well c'mon then. No time like the present!" She said, motioning for the brunette to join her.
Hermione glanced at him seeking permission. At his nod, the bookworm slowly knelt below the table right next to her blonde roommate. Harry glanced around quickly, ensuring the coast was still clear before he leaned back, intent on enjoying this as much as possible.
"Now what you want to do is start slow at first. Take the tip into your mouth first- yep that's a good girl!" Lavender chirped. Hermione blushed even deeper red next to her where the brunette's mouth was wrapped gently around his cock head. "Now slowly move your head back and forth, careful not to use your teeth. That tends to be a bit unpleasant for blokes." Lavender said with a wink sent his way.
Bit by bit, the blonde instructed his friend on how to work his cock. Harry couldn't help but enjoy the girl's enthusiasm. What Hermione lacked in skill, she made up for with her usual fiery determination to learn. It wasn't long before the bushy-haired witch had Harry groaning in pleasure from her cocksucking. Her hot wet mouth passing almost torturously slow over his shaft, gripping his cock in a tight vacuum between her lips. Her tongue writhed against the underside of his shaft, exploring every inch of his hard pole of meat with every suck.
To add fuel to the fire, Lavender joined in whenever the mood struck her. It started out as the blonde taking over for Hermione whenever the latter girl tired or took too much of him at once. In those moments, the blonde bimbo would greedily latch onto his length, sucking him with frantic movements that had her tits jiggling and throat squelching from the intensity.
That soon morphed into her joining in with Hermione, lapping at the exposed part of his shaft with her devilish tongue, or even dipping down to worship his balls. All the while Lavender moaned loudly in euphoria. Perhaps Parvati wasn't the only one with an oral fixation then? From the sounds coming from the blonde, Lavender was practically about to cum in her knickers right then and there.
Harry watched as both girls massaged either side of his cock with their tongues. Hermione and Lavender stared intently into each other's eyes the entire time, both moving in sync up and down his member before suddenly their tongues met at his tip. The two girls paused momentarily, unsure what to do next.
Lavender moved first, wrapping her lips around her side of his cock head before pulling Hermione in to do the same. Harry groaned as the two joined around his sensitive tip for a sort of perverse kiss. The two moaned against each other's lips, their tongues alternating between exploring Harry's cock and each other's mouths. Through the haze of pleasure, Harry didn't miss the way Lavender's hand snaked between Hermione's thighs. Nor Hermione's muffled gasp as the blonde fingers pushed their way into her damp folds.
He couldn't take it anymore, the sight far too sexy and their tongues far too pleasurable for him to hold back any longer. Harry grunted, releasing jet after jet of white cum on the two beauties' faces. Hermione and Lavender both gasped in surprise, with one particular big jet of cum landing directly across Hermione's forehead, nose, and lips. Lavender received her own string of jizz against her cheek, but the blonde wanted more than that.
Harry groaned as the blonde swallowed his entire length in one go. His cock pulsed inside Lavender's throat, spilling the remaining of his load deep inside her gullet. The last drops were barely gone before Hermione surprised them both. The bookish girl pushed Lavender off his cock and out from under the table, growling low under her breath before she smashed her lips against the blonde's in a searing kiss.
Harry felt himself reharden almost instantly. The sight of the two snogging and pawing at each other's tits while swapping his cum between their mouths filled his veins with a fiery lust he'd never felt before.
Lavender cooed from atop Hermione as he pushed her panties aside and entered her dripping core. The tightness of her walls was something to marvel at, at least if Harry were a more patient man. Instead, he grabbed two healthy handfuls of the blonde's ass and slammed into her, letting her squeak in pleasure against Hermione's lips.
This year was going far better than he expected if he were being honest.
Chapter 5: The Smell of Lavender
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Chapter 4: Smell of Lavender
All around him, darkness coalesced. Surrounding, soothing, solidifying- Like a blanket of peace. Here there were no prophecies, no dark lords vying for his blood, no guilt over the deaths of loved ones and no weight of the world on his shoulders. Here, Harry felt only the calmness of oblivion. The darkness that expected nothing from him, except rest.
Which is why, when the first pinpricks of consciousness found him, annoyance spiked cruelly inside his chest.
That annoyance was short-lived, replaced instead by a soft groan from his tired lips as the feeling of something soft and warm around his cock reached his brain. Slowly, Harry opened his sleep-heavy eyes. He blinked away the bleariness, though without his glasses there was only so much that could be blinked away. What little he could see was made up for by the feeling of a wet tongue sliding up and down his thick shaft at a leisurely pace.
Despite his lacklustre vision, he was able to just make out the shape of Lavender's blonde curls bobbing up and down on his groin. Without a word, he summoned his glasses from the bedside table. The world came into sharp focus as he placed the thin wire frames on his nose, as did the curvy blonde's nude body from where she lay perpendicular to him. Her bright blue eyes looked up at him with an amused sparkle.
He watched as she swirled her tongue around his bulbous tip, taking the head of his cock into her mouth with a deliberate slowness to her movements. Despite her teasing pace, Harry couldn't help but let out a low groan as she sucked on his sensitive tip. Her hot mouth around his length felt incredible. It stirred something within him and before he knew it, all the memories from the night before were brought to the forefront of his mind…
-12 Hours Earlier-
Harry smirked as his thrusting tore another slutty moan from Lavender's lips. The blonde was writhing constantly below him, cooing into Hermione's mouth as he pounded her gushing pussy from behind. The repeated slapping of his hips against the girl's gloriously round bottom echoed off their small silencing ward, which he had thankfully cast not moments after Lavender first swallowed his length. The heavy Notice-Me-Not ward was an addition he made right after he had entered the curvy witch's tight snatch. Needless to say, they wouldn't be disturbed as long as they were somewhat quick about it.
A small squeak from below drew his attention down to where the two girls were joined at the lips. Harry furrowed his brow in confusion as he took in Hermione's wide eyes and heavily flushed face- Until he looked further down of course. Despite the intense pounding she was currently receiving, Lavender had still made herself quite busy. Her hand, which before had been firmly on Hermione's clothed breast, was now buried deep beneath the bookworm's skirt. By the back-and-forth movement of her arm, Harry didn't even need to see it to know that Lavender was currently knuckle-deep inside Hermione's cunt.
Harry had at least a few experiences with threesomes in the past. Cammi had always taken pleasure in his sexual tutelage, and by far one of her favourite lessons was seeing him with another woman.
Their first threesome together had been with one of Cammi's longtime friends and colleague. For the life of him, Harry couldn't remember her name, but he could still perfectly recall the way her perky tits moved as she bounced atop him. The way Cammi's eyes shone with a lustful light from over the woman's shoulder- with one hand firmly planted on the woman's mocha tit and the other working her clit as Harry's cock speared her friend's pussy- was seared into Harry's mind.
That experience alone had forever instilled Harry with a deep attraction to the vixen, more so than any other time he had thoroughly used her body, but what's more, was also the way the experience had changed his outlook on sex itself.
Having multiple women at the same time was all well and good, but when those same women found pleasure in each other as well? There was something euphoric there. It wasn't just sex or fucking then. No, it was something more. Primal, daring, seductive. To Harry, seeing two women lose themselves to the throws of pleasure, enough to allow themselves to seek it even more in each other's arms was the single sexiest thing he could ever hope to witness. It fueled the lust in his veins, drawing his hunger out to where his only goal was to push them farther and farther over the edge until neither was left unsatisfied, whether by his cock or the other's fingers and tongues.
With an almost silent growl, Harry squeezed Lavender's jiggling arsecheeks and slammed into her hard. The blonde tore her mouth away from Hermione's lips and threw her head back with an ear-ringing squeal of delight. Harry felt her pussy walls tighten around him, quivering and shaking as the slutty Gryffindor gushed with climax.
Below the cumming blonde, Hermione stared at Lavender's 'O' face in pure wonder. Her own pleasure from the buxom witch's fingers buried deep inside her pussy was forgotten for the moment. The bookworm was unconsciously drawn towards Lavender. As Harry continued to thrust into the blonde's quivering folds he watched as Hermione caught the blonde's lips in a searing kiss' The two girls moaned in unison as their lips collided, not in a frenzied haste as before, but with a tentative gentleness.
Harry groaned and pulled free from Lavender's tight cunt. Any longer and he would've tipped over the edge, something he wasn't keen on doing just yet. Lavender paid him no mind as he pulled away. Her body was still trembling with the after-effects of her climax to notice the absence and her mouth far too occupied with Hermione's to voice any such displeasure.
Shifting himself, Harry dipped his glistening cock lower. With his hands he slowly guided Hermione's legs apart, giving him his first look at her dripping snatch being stretched apart by Lavender's fingers. The bulbous head of his cock bumped into the blonde's hand, causing Lavender to pause momentarily. She broke the kiss with Hermione and glanced back at him.
"She's so fucking wet Harry." The buxom witch purred. "So wet and hungry for your cock~" Lavender pulled her fingers free from Hermione's glistening pussy and used her index and middle ones to spread the girl's puffy lips apart, giving him a perfect view of her dripping entrance. "C'mon 'Mione." The blonde cooed, pushing her dangling breasts firmly into the bookworm's face. "Tell him what you want."
Hermione whimpered against the very voluptuous tits smushed against her face before she pushed the blonde away with a gasp. "I want him to fuck me!" The brunette cried. "Please Harrryyyy!" She whined.
Before he could comply with her wishes, Lavender suddenly grasped his hardened shaft in a tight grip and pushed him inside Hermione's awaiting entrance.
While Hermione cooed in happiness as her cunt was pierced by his cock, Harry could only marvel at the feeling of being forced into her tight canal by another woman. Lavender giggled at his stunned expression as she rolled off of Hermione.
"Now that's hot!" Lavender exclaimed with a wide grin. The blonde stared pointedly at where Harry and Hermione's sexes met. She leaned her face closer, watching in awe as Harry's cock slowly stretched Hermione's tight cunt to its limits. When Harry finally bottomed out inside of the whimpering brunette Lavender's face was only inches away. Sensing an opportunity, Harry reached forward and grasped a handful of Lavender's blonde curls with a smirk.
"What are y- OMPH!"
Lavender's question was silenced as her face was unceremoniously shoved into Hermione's quivering clit. The blonde stilled for only a moment, hands frozen in the air, before she slowly relaxed with a deep moan. Her fluttered close as she began to gently probe the brunette's clit with her tongue.
"OH!" Hermione cried. She jerked a bit, rocking her hips against Harry's groin as Lavender began to lavish her clit.
Harry smiled in triumph and gave Lavender a soft pat on the head as he began to slowly saw in and out of Hermione's tight snatch. His best friend whimpered pitifully as her cunt was assaulted from all sides- inside and out. With every thrust of his cock, she was once more stretched to her limit. All the while Lavender was making a feast out of her small bundle of nerves, lapping and sucking on the tiny nub with gusto. Every flick of the girl's tongue sent shocks up Hermione's spine, making the girl cry out in ecstasy. It was almost too much, her body could barely handle all the pleasure.
Desperately Hermione reached out for something, anything, that could help ground herself. In her haze, she barely noticed as her hand sank into something soft and supple, only that whatever it was, allowed her to keep a hold on reality for just a bit longer. She reached out with her other hand, pulling the pillowy object towards her in a tight embrace. It was only when Lavender let out a muffled shout and something wet and musky landed on her face did she finally realized what she had grabbed.
In her cock-drunk state, Hermione had grabbed hold of Lavender's wide round hips and pulled them towards her face in a desperate bid for stability. Now, sitting inches from her face, was the blonde's thoroughly fucked cunt still dripping with the slut's juices. While Harry hadn't stopped his savage thrusts inside her, Lavender had frozen with a bated breath, wondering just what Hermione would do.
Hermione bit her lip and considered it. She could push the blonde away and forget the whole thing, but that wouldn't be very fair now, would it? No, not at all. Not after Lavender had already made the plunge herself, albeit with a bit of a push from Harry. No, Hermione couldn't back away now.
The sound of Lavender's moan reverberated through their tiny bubble like an explosion of ecstasy. The buxom witch cooed into Hermione's cunt while the bushy-haired girl herself slurped and lapped at the blonde's folds. Harry's cock pulsed at the erotic scene, thoroughly enjoying the view of the two Gryffindor beauties whorishly exploring each other's pussies with devilish intent. With a grunt he increased his pace, driving his cock harder and harder into Hermione's velvety folds. The brunette moaned deeply into Lavender's womanhood in response, the trembling in her legs only growing. Lavender too was on the brink herself. After Harry's brutal pounding of her pussy, the blonde's cunt was still overly sensitive, a fact that Hermione's tongue was taking advantage of. Soon the air around them grew thick with the sounds of slapping skin, panting moans, and watery cries of pleasure.
Hermione was the first to come undone. With a whorish wail into Lavender's quim, the bookworm's body was suddenly ravaged by an intense mind-shattering orgasm. She clutched onto their blonde partner's thighs with an iron-grip, shaking with climax as she buried her tongue deeper into the blonde's folds.
Lavender was next, cumming hard over Hermione's face with a loud squeal. Her pussy gushed with her slick girl-cum, coating the brunette's mouth and chin in her juices as she rocked her hips back and forth.
It was only Harry after that. The sight of the two beauties cumming all over each other was enough to finally drive him over the edge. Just as their orgasms abated, Harry let out a deep moan and ripped his cock free of Hermione's folds. His glistening member pulsed again and again, raining down thick strings of cum all over Lavender's face and Hermione's stomach. The blonde nympho gasped in delight, holding her tongue out in an effort to catch as much of the hot white spunk as she could. It only served to allow more of his seed to coat her heavy breasts, decorating the girl with a glistening pearl necklace.
After a few moments, when their collective high finally ebbed away and the last droplets of cum leaked from his cock, Harry finally spoke.
"Would you two like to continue this upstairs?"
Lavender and Hermione gave each other a quick glance, the former still dripping with his cum while the latter had yet to fully catch her breath. After a beat, Lavender finally looked back at him with a dazzling smile.
"We'd love to!"
-Present Day-
They spent the rest of the day holed up in the Room of Requirement, chatting, fucking, and generally exploring each other physically and mentally. While he knew Hermione better than the girl knew herself sometimes, Harry was pleasantly surprised by just how much he enjoyed Lavender's company.
He had of course interacted with the girl enough over the years to call her a friend, he never truly had tried getting to know her. He had, like many of the boys at Hogwarts, assumed she was just some gossipy bimbo with a nice pair of tits. Yet that wasn't who Lavender was at all.
She was witty, charming, and in all honesty quite clever in her own right. She'd never beat out Hermione or Daphne Greengrass for the top spot in their year, but she wasn't dimwitted. Just in the span of a single night, the blonde had shown he and Hermione both just how clever she could be. After all, some 'blonde bimbo' would never be able to control something as volatile as the Hogwarts Rumour Mill without at least some level of smarts.
Lavender had told them herself that she preferred the way many people thought of her, however. It made things easier for her when it came to gossip and many were left unsuspecting of just what level of power she actually held. Even the teachers fell victim to this, with many conversing openly about sensitive topics with Lavender within earshot.
Needless to say, Lavender Brown was a force to be reckoned with.
Harry groaned as Lavender took him deeper inside her mouth. She took him slowly, leisurely bobbing her head up and down his length with measured movements. Never once did she quicken or slow the speed of her sucks, only keeping the same pace while staring up at him with those intense baby blue eyes.
Harry moaned and threaded his fingers through her curly ringlets as she sucked lightly on his tip. The sensitivity of his glans only made the sensation all the more pleasurable and he audibly gasped, unintentionally bucking his hips and forcing his cock down the blonde's gullet farther than she was ready for.
Lavender flew off his cock, coughing and gasping for breath as she rubbed her throat.
"Fuck, sorry! Are you alright Lav'?" He exclaimed in concern. The busty witch nodded, holding her finger up momentarily as she coughed lightly into her hand.
"'M fine. Bit more than I was expecting is all." She mumbled. Clearing her throat once more, Lavender settled him with a look of amusement, her lopsided grin dripping with a teasing light. "I know I'm a world-class cocksucker and all love, but not even I can handle THAT much of you at once."
Harry chuckled at her joke and pulled her into his arms. Lavender snuggled into his chest with a happy sigh. She shifted for a moment and tilted her head upwards to peer up at him with a small smile. Harry stared back, his eyes unconsciously dipping down to her soft, plump lips. As if drawn to them, he soon found himself leaning down slowly to capture them in a light kiss.
"Mmm~" Lavender moaned against his mouth. "What was that for?"
Harry didn't really know the answer to that, only that it had felt right in the moment. Often times he and Cammi had moments like this, moments where they would do nothing but simply hold one another and kiss. It made for some of Harry's favorite memories with the tattooed vixen.
Instead of answering Lavender's question, Harry dipped forward once more, locking his lips with hers in another kiss. This time he let it linger, moving his mouth against hers with gentle movements, simply enjoying the feeling of her soft luscious lips against his.
Lavender moaned pitifully against him with an almost needy whine. She began to move against him, rubbing her bare naked breasts against his torso while throwing one of her legs over his. Harry responded in kind, bringing a hand up to cup one of the blonde nympho's jutting tits while another snaked its way around her waist to paw at her thick arsecheeks.
"Fuck!" Lavender gasped as he gave her nipple a small pinch. The blonde shivered against his touch, her chest flushed and fluttering with panting breaths as she leveled him with a deep look of absolute want. She whined lightly in the back of her throat, seeming almost like a pleading dog while she rubbed her thighs together pointedly.
Harry gave her a light smirk and pulled her onto his lap by her hips. She gasped as his cock nestled between her plump pussy lips, spreading them apart as he began to grind the girl up and down his shaft. "Is this what you want? Hmm? Do you want me to fuck you Lav'? All you need to do is ask you know."
Lavender whimpered, her bottom lip trapped neatly between her teeth as her clit was mercilessly ground against the underside of his cock. Harry suppressed a chuckle at her desperate face and reached up to once more give one of her nipples a light pinch. The blonde gasped, unintentionally grinding her clit even harder against his cock.
"Tell me what you want Lav'" He commanded once more.
Lavender opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a single word Harry listed her by the hips and pushed his cock hard into her dripping pussy.
"OH FUCK YES! HARRY!" Lavender cried, her pussy instantly exploding in climax as he roughly speared her depths.
The blonde bucked and thrashed atop him, her mouth a slurry of small curses and deep wanton moans. Harry grunted lightly at the intense feeling, letting her wild thrashing fuel her movements as she began to bounce lightly on his cock.
"OH FUCK YES FUCK YES! GYAH!" Over and over again she slammed herself down on his thick member, letting her squelching pussy be split apart repeatedly by his cock. The slutty little witch couldn't help but scream out with each bounce of her arse, the pleasure spiking in her brain having no other outlet but through her whorish cries.
"Fuck Harry! OH fuck I'm CUMMING! PLEASE HARDER!"
Harry grunted and grabbed Lavender by her two bubbly arsecheeks. The blonde fell against his chest as he began to thrust upwards with powerful deep strokes. Wet slaps of skin on skin filled the room, accompanied by their combined moans, grunts, and gasps of pleasure. At some point, Lavender's cries died down, replaced only by soft gasps while she happily allowed him to continue using her wet pussy.
Harry's own end came unceremoniously sometime after that. The feeling of her velvety pussy quivering around him soon brought him to a gasping climax. He wrapped his arms around the girl's thin waist, gripping her tightly while shoving his cock as far inside her depths as he could go. With a grunt he came, seeding the blonde's womb with torrents of white hot cum. Only when her pussy was filled and the last drops spilled inside her was he satisfied, pulling free from her folds with a sigh.
"You two are far too loud." A croaky voice sounded from his left.
Glancing over Harry was met with a very tousled-haired and very sleep drunk Hermione Granger pouting adorably at him through squinted eyes. He took one look at her and couldn't help but laugh at his friend's annoyance.
"Sorry 'Mione, we'll try to keep it down. Unless you care to join us?"
A pillow to the face was his answer.
The sound of jingling keys echoed from the other side of the door followed by quiet mumbled cursing. A click of a lock later the door creaked open, admitting a curvaceous figure, arms laden with bags.
Cammi groaned as she set the small mountain of groceries on her kitchen counter. She let out a sigh and kicked off her shoes. Throwing open the fridge, she grabbed a bottle of beer from within. She cracked it open on the counter and took a hefty gulp of the amber liquid. The cool liquid soothed her throat, sore from hours of talking to customers on the phone. The temp agency she worked at was going through a merger with another company and as such there were all sorts of new customers calling in daily requesting resumes and applications they didn't even have on file yet. It made for some very stressful days, to say the least.
She groaned once more, feeling the tiredness of the day soak deep into her bones. Taking another sip from her drink Cammi threw the fridge door closed and walked into her living room. She'd worry about the groceries later. Running a hand through her raven hair, Cammi settled onto her couch and cast a disinterested gaze at the telly remote. Tired as she was, she hadn't any interest in flipping through countless channels for something mind-numbing to watch.
'Well there's always other ways to relax…' She thought with a small smirk.
Walking to her room, she quickly stripped out of her work clothes, tossing them aside to the various piles that littered her floor. Cammi hummed and pulled open her nightstand drawer.
'Which to choose, which to choose…Aha!'
Smiling to herself, the tattooed woman reached down and selected a vibrant blue lifelike dildo. It was the newest addition to her collection, made from a kit she had ordered for Harry over the summer. It was a perfect replica of her lover's cock- thick, veiny, and oh-so-big. Fuck, her pussy was practically shivering in anticipation.
Settling onto the bed, Cammi took the thick toy into her mouth, moaning as she sucked on the phallic replica. It popped from her mouth glistening with a thick layer of saliva. Slowly, she lowered it down to her awaiting cunt, biting her lip with anticipation the entire way. Cammi sucked in a breath as the head eased into her cunt. The feeling of being stretched by Harry's cock returned to her all at once and it was oh-so-delectable. She gasped as inch after inch of her toy sank inside her needy pussy. She could practically feel the weight of Harry's body above her- shifting, thrusting, pounding into her. God, she was already coming undone just imagining it!
Cammi moaned throatily as she increased her pace, pushing the blue dildo in and out of her pussy faster and faster and harder . Harry was gripping her thighs now, exactly the way she liked it as he pounded her savagely. His silhouetted frame bore down onto her, cloaked in shadow, all except for his eyes. Fuck his eyes, those brilliant emerald green orbs peered down at her with a fire that burned hot and hungry. Hungry for her.
Just as she reached that glorious peak, the edge that she sought so desperately with Harry's name on her lips, a memory slammed into the forefront of her mind unbidden. A memory of those same fiery green eyes swirling with something else. A power she couldn't even properly fathom. A power that appeared right before her lover disappeared with a loud crack as if he'd never been there in the first place.
"Oh fuck!" Cammi spasmed against her mattress, her climax running rampant through her body while conflicting emotions ran rampant inside her mind. As her orgasm finally ebbed away, Cammi sat up and sucked in a much-needed breath.
What had she seen that day? Had she seen anything at all? No- she definitely saw something. She watched as her lover disappeared in the blink of an eye. As he twisted on his feet and bloody…teleported away! What the fuck was that?!
She hadn't mentioned it in her letter to him. She wasn't even sure if he had gotten her letter! Was he even at a boarding school right now?! Ugh! So many bloody questions none of which she knew the answers to. One thing was for sure, Harry was hiding something. Pieces from their time over the summer clicked together after that day. The way he'd been so secretive about his school, or the way he'd call to say he was coming over only to suddenly appear on her doorstep just minutes later. Memories of times when she'd sworn something had flown to his hand from across the room, or when he'd light a cigarette without a lighter in sight. God just what was he?!
She was confused and scared, but more importantly, she was hurt. Like she had written in her letter, she cared for Harry. Really, she did. He was- well he was fucking amazing! The best guy she's met in years and fucking incredible in bed to boot! But the fact that he was hiding something from her, something this big? Well, she wasn't an insecure girl, but that made her feel like she wasn't as important to him as he was to her.
Cammi sighed and tossed her toy back in the nightstand. Standing, she made her way to her shower. One way or another she was going to get an answer eventually. She only hoped she'd like the answer.
Chapter 6: Seeing Red
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Chapter 5: Seeing Red
A/N: From this point forward, OC Gabby has been renamed to Camilla aka Cammi. This is mainly to avoid confusion with Gabrielle Delacour who will be introduced in later chapters. I've made the appropriate edits to the past chapters to reflect the name change as well.
The rest of the week passed by in a blur for Harry. Much of his time he had spent enjoying the company of Lavender, Hermione, and even Parvati on a few occasions. The caramel-skinned girl had been very keen not to let her best friend have all the fun and had shown Harry a few 'interesting' positions she learned from some of her aunt's copy of the Kama Sutra.
Despite his recent escapades taking up much of his time, Harry had made sure not to neglect his other duties. Dumbledore was very anxious to obtain the information that Slughorn was hiding away, and as loathed as Harry was to help the old codger, he knew how important that information could be for the war effort. Even if he wouldn't be around to see it be used.
Slughorn was easy enough to get along with, if a little annoying with his obvious attempts to 'collect' Harry. The first class he had with the man was interesting, to say the least. No one could say the old professor didn't know his stuff and he was certainly a better teacher than Snape. But what made it really interesting was the textbook Harry found buried deep within the spare cupboard.
If Slughorn was a potions prodigy then the Half-Blood Prince was a bloody potions genius , whoever they were at least.
Harry never had a fondness for potions, but reading HBP's notes made him wish he had taken the subject more seriously over the years. With the mysterious potioneer's help, he had managed to even win Slughorn's little first-day challenge, securing himself both the man's admiration and a bottle of Felix Felicis too! The small vial sat securely in his trunk at the moment and would remain there hopefully until Harry found the perfect moment to use it. At the very least he'd be sure to make it count, even if the urge to drink it and walk straight into the girls' showers was a very hard one to ignore.
So with the early rays of the Friday morning sun peaking over the horizon, so too rose a very content Harry Potter.
The Boy-Who-Lived yawned and shucked off his grey nightshirt. Throwing it to the side, he quietly stalked towards the bathroom. His dormmates hadn't risen themselves just yet, and wouldn't for a good while at least. Neville and Dean would be the first to wake after him in about an hour or so, Seamus following soon enough behind them. Ron, Melin help him, wouldn't wake until the very last minute, giving him just enough time to dress and eat a hasty breakfast before swanning off to his first class of the day. It was a routine that Harry came to enjoy over the years despite his best friend's moaning about him 'waking up with the bloody birds.' He found peace in the quietness of the early hours of the morning, whether by simply relaxing after a decent night's sleep or using the privacy to recover from a rather nightmarish vision courtesy of his connection with Voldemort.
Turning on the shower, Harry sighed as the steaming hot water rained down onto his body. A long hot shower was one of the many things he always looked forward to at Hogwarts. The Dursleys always limited his time to a quick rinse and only then after everyone else had showered first and used up all the hot water.
The past summer had been different of course. With the ministry allowing the use of his magic, Harry had ensured the Durleys knew he'd take as long of a shower as he wanted and that they couldn't do shite about it. Though shortly afterwards he had barely even been there to make good on his threat. Instead he and Cammi had made liberal use of the shower in her flat, and their times in the bath were anything but short.
As he began to lather soap along his body, Harry couldn't help but let his mind drift to thoughts about the tattooed vixen. He had yet to receive another letter from her, but that wasn't all that surprising. Muggle letters sent to and from Hogwarts had to go through the Ministry for processing. They couldn't let a sneaky student slip a potion or magical artefact into a parcel and ship it through the regular old post after all. Unfortunately, that meant it took a bit longer for letters to arrive. He had only just sent his reply off to his raven-haired lover just two days ago any how. There was very little chance she'd have even received it just yet.
Still, he couldn't help but wonder about her. Was she happy? Lonely? Had she found someone to warm her bed in his place or were the words of her letter true and she truly felt as strongly for him as she said? She was certainly still keen on continuing their sexual relationship at least. The pictures she sent were more than enough proof of that. They certainly made Harry more excited for the holidays than he'd ever been before.
As his mind drifted further, drawing up various fantasies of the vulpine woman tied up with bright Christmasey ribbons, Harry was unaware of the bathroom door creaking open and a figure stepping inside.
Just as one of his fantasies was ramping up- with Cammi sinking to her knees before him and her pouty red glossed lips wrapping delicately around his cock- he was snapped from his reverie as two soft mounds were smushed against his back and a manicured hand snaked its way around to grip his hardened length.
"My my~ Hope I wasn't interrupting your private time cap'n?" A voice purred into his ear.
Harry smirked and allowed the intruder's hand to continue groping his cock. He knew that voice after all.
"Actually Katie- I think you showed up right on time." He chuckled.
He felt the blonde hum against him, her hand now moving up and down his cock with steady strokes. "Well isn't that lucky." She giggled. "And here I thought I'd have to blow you first before you'd be ready to shag me rotten. Oh well, I guess there's always next time…"
Harry moved without even thinking, spinning around and catching the older blonde by her wide soft hips. Katie grunted as she was pushed roughly against the shower stall, but her moment of shock soon morphed into anxious excitement as she looked up into Harry's burning eyes. Without waiting for a reply, Harry grabbed her by her thin wrists, pinning them against the wall above her head and forced her to her knees. Katie gasped as she suddenly came face to face with his thick veiny cock. The engorged head sat just centimetres away from her lips, its tip already leaking with a thick glob of precum.
The blonde bit her bottom lip, trailing her gaze back up to his face with a hint of nervousness. Harry raised an eyebrow in quiet challenge, an amused smile splayed over his lips.
"Don't tell me you're scared Bell." He smirked. "Or are you just all talk?"
Katie scowled at him with her plump lips curved into a frown. The blonde's cheeks reddened with annoyance and she let out a sharp 'hmph!' before turning to face his cock once more.
"I'll show you fucking scared…" Katie muttered under her breath.
The chaser steeled herself, sucking in a small breath and shutting her eyes tight before she, slowly, opened her mouth wide and wrapped it around the tip of his cock.
Harry allowed the girl a moment to adjust. Letting her get used to the feeling of having something so thick inside her mouth. Katie didn't let that moment go to waste. She suckled expertly on his cock head, her cheeks hollowed and pouty lips wrapped tightly around his girth. Though she only took a little of him a a time, it still felt wonderful nonetheless. It was a shame that Harry wanted more though.
"MMM!"
Katie's squeal of surprise was muffled by his cock sliding deeper into her mouth. Harry groaned and he rocked his hips back and forth, pushing more and more of his thick length deeper inside her mouth with each thrust. Soon enough he could feel the tip of his cock meet resistance as he finally hit the back of the girl's throat. Katie's eyes watered in protest as she gazed up at him in a mixture of both fear and arousal. She was scared of what was about to happen, yet even then her body still begged for it.
Harry looked Katie directly in her eyes. The sight of her kneeling before him, completely nude with her arms held high above her head and mouth wrapped dutifully around his cock would be one he remembered for a very long time. Shooting her a quick wink, he had just enough time to watch her eyes widen before he slammed his hips forward, hilting his cock deep down the blonde's throat in a single thrust. She thrashed hard against his hold, her body's instincts kicking in almost immediately as she fought hard to push him away. But Harry wouldn't give.
Instead, he tightened his grip on her wrists, using them as leverage to pound the curvy chaser's throat. Katie thrashed, squealed, and gagged around him. Every thrust forced more tears from the girl's eyes as her throat convulsed in protest. The feeling was far different than that of Katie's velvety cunt. Oh, it was just as tight and warm certainly, but the way each squeal and squirm of her tongue felt against his shaft was indescribable.
As much as he would love to keep fucking the blonde's face for the rest of the morning, he knew at some point she'd have to breathe. Pulling back, Harry watched as Katie flung off his cock like a flash, coughing and gasping for breath eagerly. He released her wrists as well, letting the girl rub at her throat soothingly while she recovered.
"You okay?" He asked with genuine concern.
Katie nodded, her eyes still screwed shut as she breathed in sharply through her nose.
Harry chuckled and rubbed her cheek affectionately. "Sorry if that was too much at once. I won't be as rou-"
"Nuh-uh."
Harry blinked, casting the blonde a confused look. "Huh?"
Katie glared back at him, her hand coming up to pointedly grip his meaty pole tightly. "I said nuh uh. I'm not bloody backing down now Potter." She gave his cock a few testing pumps before leaning back on her knees once more. "You wanna fuck my throat? Fine by me. But you're not gonna stop just because you think I'm some fragile little virgin who can't take it. So either shove this big fucking dick of yours in my mouth or forget touching any of this-" She gestured down at her nude body, squeezing her breasts together for good measure. "-ever again."
Harry studied the blonde for a moment. He was a bit bewildered by her sudden change of attitude, but then again, Katie was known to be more than a bit stubborn when it came to a challenge. In fact, the girl lived for a challenge, and who was he to deny her that?
"If you're sure…" He said slowly.
Katie responded with a scoff and leaned forward. Her soft lips came to rest around his cock head once more, this time adding her tongue to the mix by kissing the tip lewdly while she stared up at him with a deep look of longing.
Harry groaned as she began to lather the underside of his pulsing shaft with her tongue. The feeling was hypnotic, her hot wet muscle sliding over his shaft while she pumped him slowly with one hand. Before he knew it, he was pushing the blonde back against the wall once more with his cock slowly descending down her wonderfully tight throat.
Katie fought back the urge to push him away and instead opened her tear-filled eyes enough to give him a saucy wink. That was all the permission he needed before slamming his cock down to the base inside her gullet.
Ginny hummed to herself as she made her way down the stairs to the common room. With it being this early she hardly expected any of her friends to be up yet, but that didn't matter. The redhead was an early riser. Always has been ever since she was old enough to remember. It felt good to wake up in the quiet hours of the morning. There were no rambunctious brothers or screaming mothers to break the peace and so she took the chance to revel in it while she could.
Which is why the sound of Ron's snoring nearly made the petite girl want to claw her eyes out in frustration.
Whipping around, Ginny made to berate her brother when she suddenly stopped. Why could she hear Ron's snoring anyway? Confused, Ginny followed the noise until she came upon the boys' dormitory staircase. The sound echoed down the stone stairs like a canon blast. That wouldn't do. If this kept up her brother would wake the whole bloody castle!
With a huff, Ginny ascended the stairs. The fact that the girls' staircase would transform into a slide if a boy climbed them while the boys' did nothing if a girl climbed theirs was, frankly, a bit sexist in her opinion, but at least it was convenient. She followed the grating noise until she reached the sixth-year boys landing.
To Ginny's surprise, she could hear more than just her brother's snores. A handful of others joined his, though not nearly as loud, through the opened door into their dormitory. That was…strange. Surely if it had been opened all night then someone else would've heard Ron's.
"Guess Harry forgot to close it…" She muttered to herself.
She knew Harry was an early riser like herself. He must've accidentally left the door ajar when he left. Ginny hadn't seen him in the common room, but perhaps he had already gone down for breakfast by then.
Eyes furrowed in confusion, Ginny pushed the door aside and quietly stepped inside the large dormitory. As she expected, everyone else was asleep while Harry's bed lay empty, save for a single nightshirt cast haphazardly over the messy sheets.
Temptation rose heavy in Ginny's chest. Did she dare?
The red heard bit her lips and glanced around the room nervously. Everyone else was asleep so they wouldn't notice. Harry surely had other shirts as well, what would be the harm in taking just one?
Quick as she could, Ginny snatched the grey shirt up quickly and stuffed it inside her robes. Squeaking with embarrassment, the girl backed away from the bed, scared Harry might appear out of nowhere and catch her in the act. The girl's face flushed as the silliness of the situation washed over her. So she took a shirt, so what? She didn't have a crush on Harry anymore- Nosiree! She just liked wearing boy T-shirts at night that's all. The fact that it probably smelled like him had nothing to do with it!...
Ugh, she was pathetic, wasn't she? Shaking her head in self-admonishment, the young chaser made to leave when another noise caught her ears. It was barely audible, but it was there. Beneath the layers of snoring and blatant need for sleep apnea treatment, Ginny was just able to pick up what sounded like someone…choking?
Now what on earth could that be… Brown eyes flicked around the room, trying hard to locate the source of the mysterious noise. They landed on another door just as the strange sound reached her ears again, this time louder than the first. Ginny hummed to herself, quietly making her way towards the door as sneakily as she could. It too was open, barely a crack, but open nonetheless. The petite witch pushed it open gently, her ears soon met with the sound of running water and something else…
' Glack Glack Glack Glack'
Ginny's confusion only rose, and with it, so too did her curiosity. Creeping forward, the ginger witch was careful not to make a sound. There was only one shower currently occupied, if the running water was any indication, and as she approached that strange noise grew louder. Ginny reached the stall in question and slowly peeked inside, taking care not to be seen.
Surprise stabbed painfully in her chest. Ginny could barely comprehend what she was seeing, her brown eyes widening in surprise while a squeak became caught in her throat.
Harry hadn't come down at all it seemed, and neither did Katie.
Ginny watched with no small amount of shock as her long-time crush slammed his thick beastly cock down her fellow chaser's gullet. Tears and spit both leaked down onto Katie's chest, coating her heavy naked breasts in a glistening layer of the two. Every thrust caused the blonde's throat to bulge from the size of his length. She could hardly believe Katie could take such a brutal face-fuck, much less take it and continue to stay conscious! And yet she was not only conscious, the girl was actively moaning between gags as she rubbed viciously as her dripping folds.
Ginny had never felt so confused in her life. She wasn't surprised that Harry would be intimate with another girl, but she would've bet anything that girl was supposed to be Hermione! Harry had been laying it on pretty thick on the train ride to Hogwarts after all!
Maybe something had happened between the two? Or perhaps Hermione wasn't as interested in Harry as Ginny thought? Either way, something had to happen for the raven-haired wizard to end up here- brutally fucking their teamates throat.
'And how the fuck did it happen with Katie of all people?' She thought bitterly.
Ginny wasn't a fool, she knew Katie was bloody hot, but so was she! Sure her tits weren't as big as the blonde, but she was still sexy! Her petite body had turned more than a few heads since the beginning of term. She'd even received a few Hogsmeade invites from Dean Thomas!
She hadn't planned on taking him up on the offer of course, not when the real person she wanted to go with was so close to finally noticing her!
Or at least she thought he'd been. It appeared Harry had noticed someone else first. The redhead couldn't help but feel jealous of her fellow chaser's current position, even if the size of Harry's cock scared her a bit.
Ginny eyes the thick, veiny pole with a wary eye. It was fucking huge- way bigger than her wand. The redhead wasn't a stranger to masturbation after all, but Harry was larger than anything she'd ever tried. She doubted he'd even fit inside her mouth, much less her pussy!
'No!' The girl screamed inside her mind. That was quitter talk, and Ginny fucking Weasley was not a quitter.
She watched as Harry's thrust grew harsher, his hips pumping back and forth at near-blazing speeds while his face screwed up into a look of intense pleasure. A familiar heat pooled inside of Ginny's loins as her crush slammed himself to the hilt inside her friend's throat with a loud groan. Katie's throat bulged again and again as Harry spilt his delectable seed down into the blonde's stomach.
One way or another, Ginny was going to get her turn, very very soon.
Unaware of their watchful companion, Harry pulled free from Katie's mouth with a small gasp. The blonde choked down a few breaths of air as soon as his cock was free from her lips. Cum painted the edges of her mouth but Katie paid no mind to the few scant droplets. Instead, as soon as her need for oxygen had been satiated, the blonde stood and pressed her hands against the shower wall with her shapely arse pointed out.
"Someone's antsy." He chuckled. Harry stepped forward, feeling up each of her voluptuous arsecheeks.
Katie moaned as his hands ghosted over her plump behind. She loved when he played with her arse like this and today was no different. "Merline just shut up and fuck me already Harry!" She groaned.
Harry chuckled once more and gave her bubbly cheeks a light spank. "If you insist."
They both groaned deeply as he entered her dripping folds. Katie's inner walls constricted around him instantly in greeting while his cock twitched with greedy anticipation. The blonde let out another small groan as he adjusted himself before throwing a longing gaze at him from over her shoulder.
"Please~" Was all she said, the single word coming out breathy and with an undercurrent of need .
Harry gave the girl a wink before sinking his hands into her bubbly arse and slamming his cock forward. Katie instantly fell against the tile wall, moaning uncaringly loud as he sawed his cock back and forth inside her. Her damp, smooth walls stretched around his girth. Harry bit his lip to stop an overzealous groan from slipping out his mouth. Katie's cunt felt just too amazing. Even after cumming down the girl's throat he still felt as if he was seconds away from blowing his load inside her incredibly tight snatch.
The room was soon filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, the light slapping of skin on skin, and the occasional moan or groan from the two of them. Harry concentrated hard on keeping his hips moving, letting the sight of her rippling arsecheeks mesmerize him as he fucked the girl's velvety cunt. Suddenly, Katie cried out against the shower wall. He felt as the girl spasmed around him, her pussy walls tightening almost painfully around his girth as she came.
"Yessss!" The girl hissed, pushing her round arse against his groin while her body trembled with climax.
Harry groaned from the sensation, pumping his hips even faster as her core fluttered around him. He let his hands wander from the blonde's arse, running them up her spine before dipping down past her ribs and cupping her dangling tits with a firm squeeze. Katie giggled through her orgasmic moans and stood up just a bit straighter, allowing him full access to her exposed breasts.
The blonde closed her eyes and moaned lightly when his thumbs brushed over her swollen pink nipples, her hips bucking slightly. Feeling the incredible pleasure surrounding his length, Harry let out a small gasp and began rocking his hips even faster. The pressure in his balls was building at an exponential rate and it wouldn't be long until his end finally arrived.
Harry gave Katie's soft globes a hard squeeze. He pushed his hips harder, deeper, and faster into her rippling backside. He wanted to hear her cry out again before seeding her cunt- wanted to hear her scream as they came together. Katie was happy to oblige his wish, her moans growing deeper and deeper, and her cunt growing all the wetter as he slammed into her squelching folds viciously.
"Fuck Katie!" He gasped. "I'm getting close!"
"M-me t-too! OH GOD!" She cried. "Oh fuck just a bit longer! OH FUCKKKK~!"
The blonde chaser squealed loudly, her cries echoing off the bathroom walls as her cunt fluttered in climax once more. With a groan, Harry let himself go as well, his throbbing length lurching inside her as he dumped his load deep within her womb. Jets of hot cum splashed forcefully against her walls as he buried himself as deep as possible inside her tight core. When their twin orgasms finally finished, Harry still kept himself hilted deep inside the girl's hot quim, revelling in the feeling of her twitching inner walls.
They finally disconnected when Katie groaned tiredly and slumped against the wall. Harry pulled the exhausted girl into his arms and brought them both under the steaming water to wash off the gleaming layer of sweat on both their bodies. Katie allowed herself to be rinsed off with a happy sigh. Cupping his cheek, the blonde leaned up and kissed him softly on his lips while his hands continued to wash the girl's body.
"Mmm- I think my tits are cleaned enough Harry." She chided him with a smirk.
Harry laughed and pulled away with his arms up in mock surrender. The blonde giggled and pushed him back before shutting off the water.
"As much as I'd love another round, I should probably go before anyone wakes up."
Harry nodded and quickly went to hand the girl a towel. Yet as he walked from the stall, a flash of red in the corner of his eye drew his attention. Turning sharply, Harry was met with only the sight of the bathroom door swinging close. Someone had been in here, watching them,
And unless Ron suddenly grew his hair out by a foot and a half, Harry had a strong idea of who that someone was…