Chapter 15: A Bath, a Movie, and a Yule Ball
Saturday, December 3rd, 1994.
Dumbledore sank into his chair in his office with a heavy sigh.
Today had not been a good day.
Draco Malfoy, that meddling little self-entitled brat had got himself arrested for using an Unforgivable, along with the same curse that he'd used on Potter and Granger two weeks prior.
He honestly hadn't known what that curse was, and he still didn't. All he knew was that it created complications for Harry's summer arrangements.
Minerva had said that she'd handle things, and while he trusted his Head of Gryffindor, he wasn't sure exactly what she could do that would ensure Harry spent his summer at Privet Drive.
Well, he had an idea, he just didn't want to think about it.
Now there was the added issue of Miss Bones and Miss Greengrass to consider, though they were likely less of an issue, as they could easily see one another during the summer months.
Since that talk with Minerva and Molly, he'd spoken to Arabella Figg, who had confirmed what she and Minerva had discussed, and the woman had ranted at him over what Harry had endured, and how she had been unable to help. And that if he returned to his relatives, then he was sure to perish. But Albus had been insistent, Harry had to return to Privet Drive.
Arabella hadn't liked that, but in the end she'd agreed, under the proviso that she be allowed to do more to help him, Dumbledore had reluctantly agreed.
So after Harry spent a minimum amount of time with his relatives, that left Minerva's plan to help him, or the Burrow. Though would Molly allow Susan and Daphne to go to the Burrow? Would it be safe for them to travel to the Bones and Greengrass residences? Possibly, but if what he'd suspected and heard whispers of was true, then Tom was indeed still out there, as were his followers. Would the Burrow even have enough space for 4 extra people?
Bill and Charlie had moved out, as had Percy, he believed, so it would possibly be feasible…
No…the safest place for him was Privet Drive. The address was unknown, the wards protecting it were still strong, and as long as he returned there, they would stay strong.
Now, the more pressing and immediate concern: The embarrassment that Draco Malfoy and his friends had wrought on the school. Reviving the Tournament had meant to be something amazing, a chance to bring glory to either Hogwarts, Beauxbatons or Durmstrang, but now…
Now the scrutiny of the DMLE was on them, and likely the Ministry as well.
He'd wanted to keep Draco and his friends out of Azkaban and in Hogwarts as much as possible, but the casting of that Unforgivable in front of witnesses, and the fact that the heiresses of two politically powerful families had also been cursed with a seemingly irreversible curse meant that when Amelia and her Aurors came to collect the Slytherins, his hands had been tied.
He was going to get an earful from his senior staff at this rate. He wondered if it was worth temporarily deafening himself.
There was also his plan to cultivate a romantic connection between Miss Granger and Mister Krum…that honestly looked like it was an impossibility now. His passive scans of both their minds revealed that despite his best efforts, the encounter he had fabricated and placed in their minds had not led anywhere. Fortunately, neither of them had started to question the validity of those planted memories. Yet.
Still, that sordid article Skeeter had penned had alluded to something happening between Krum and Granger in the library, but as Dumbledore knew, all that had happened had been the two of them having a friendly conversation, but those who read that article, and believed what ever the Prophet said verbatim, would let their imaginations run wild. Which was fine with him.
He wondered if there was still a way he could work with that, but with the addition of Miss Bones and Miss Greengrass, and the fact that Krum seemed to be now focusing his attention more on his studies, seemed to negate that possibility, though there was still the Second Task, if Miss Granger was Krum's hostage…
That would just leave the question of who Harry's hostage would be. His mind instantly jumped to young Ronald, who Harry and Miss Granger had been avoiding of late. If Harry was to be spending the summer months in close quarters with young Ronald, then it would not do to have their friendship fizzle out, it had to be rekindled. Perhaps young Ginevera would be a possibility. He needed to think more on it.
Then he thought of the potions he'd ordered one of the Elves working in the kitchen to lace their food with, he'd noticed over the last few days that the marked level of arousal in both of them had subsided somewhat. He wondered if it was an affect of the curse, or if someone had found out their food was contaminated and had slipped the antidote in. He would have to talk to the elf in question.
He needed to keep control of Harry, especially if the whispers he'd heard about Tom were true.
He sighed, rubbing his temples.
Over his long life, he'd seen the best and the worst of humans, magical and not. And while he did acknowledge that things needed to change in their society, change came slowly, especially in the magical world. The influx of Muggle-borns every year into the school brought new ideas and concepts their society just wasn't ready for, and change bred fear and uncertainty. Fear of the unknown, fear of losing one's roots, was a failing common to both sides, and was, sadly, the driving force behind many a Dark Lord and Lady throughout their history.
And unfortunately the Muggle-borns also made a convenient target, as scapegoats for the problems of an old, dare he saying, dying society.
And Tom certainly hadn't helped things. Both he and Gellert were the product of that dying society.
Yes, he and Gellert had once shared the same views, but those views had not lasted. And while Albus had made overtures to support Muggle-borns over the years, he'd taken steps to make sure they didn't get too much power.
The status quo had to be maintained.
Then there was the Prophecy. He thought back to that night, when he'd left Harry on his aunt's doorstep. He hadn't known for sure what that scar was until many years later, but he'd been right even back then. He could not have removed it, not without killing young Harry in the process.
And he'd only realised for sure what that scar actually was when he'd seen the ruined diary, and sensed the same type of dark magic around it.
No, for what was in that scar to be destroyed, Harry had to die by Voldemort's hand. But he knew there was no way Harry could be convinced to do so if he was allowed to develop without proper guidance, proper influence. Which was another reason Harry had been placed with the Dursleys, so he would see Dumbledore, and by extension, Hogwarts, as a way out, and would leave him malleable, allowing Dumbledore to mould him as needed.
But now…with Miss Granger, Greengrass and Bones in the picture, all that careful planning was falling apart, and Albus was not sure how to stop it, or adjust his plans to account for it.
The ward on the Gargoyle guarding the entrance to his office suddenly pinged. He had company. Unhappy company.
He sighed and raised his wand, freezing all the portraits on the walls, then unlocked the Gargoyle, sensing Minerva, Pomona, Flitwick and Snape making their way up to his office.
This…was not going to be pleasant.
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News of what had happened quickly spread through the school. Rumours of a confrontation between Harry, Draco and several other Slytherins made the rounds first, then whispers of Aurors being called in to the Hospital Wing, including Amelia Bones, head of the DMLE, and three people reportedly to be Daphne's parents and Grandfather, the current head of the Greengrass family.
Whatever happened had been serious.
Viktor Krum shook his head as he sat with his friends, laughing and talking about random things, just relaxing. He and his friends where aboard their ship in the Black Lake, as there weren't many places in Hogwarts for communal gatherings apart from the Library, where Silence Was Law, according to some students, anyway, and he no longer felt like he wanted to be among the Slytherins.
Especially if these rumours were true.
"So, Vik, what do you think of these rumours going around?" one of his friends, Erik Morten, a Norwegian native, asked, switching to Bulgarian. Viktor rolled his eyes.
"If they're true, then those students are a disgrace. To be honest, I'm not impressed with Hogwarts' cunning students."
"Yeah." Another boy snorted into a mug of coffee. "These idiots wouldn't last one week at Durmstrang."
"What do you think of Potter?" a third, Ragnar Jorgenson asked. Viktor paused, considering.
"He has impressed me. His performance with the dragon was certainly something."
"Shame you got robbed." Erik said, Viktor shrugged.
"That was my mistake."
"Figured out the Egg yet?" Ragnar asked, Viktor shook his head, sighing.
"Not yet. Tried prying it open. That was a mistake. There was nothing inside it, but I heard this loud shriek. Almost blasted it to bits." He chuckled. The other boys also chuckled.
"So, what happened in the Hogwarts Library with you and that Granger girl?" the third member of their group, Ragnar's brother Einar said.
Viktor paused, remembering back to that encounter in the library, he felt his cheeks flush, and a feeling passed through him that he couldn't quite place. Loss? Sadness? No…
"I think it's none of your business Einar." He growled. Einar held up his hands, trying to placate his friend.
"Hey hey! I'm just asking 'cause I heard from a few of the girls the other day that they were in the Hogwarts Library too and saw you with her, but all you did was apparently talk, nothing more."
"What?" Viktor asked, that didn't make sense…
"Yeah, one of the younger students. I asked her what she saw and she said you two just sat and talked, nothing else. She certainly didn't…uh…"
"Drag him into the bookcases for some 'heavy reading'?" Erik grinned. Viktor scowled at his friend, feeling the sudden need to defend Hermione. It still irked him that he couldn't get her name right. It was so unusual!
"What happened between Potter and that Malfoy boy anyway?" Erik asked.
"He cast an old Greek curse on Harry and his girlfriend. And if some of the rumours I've heard from Hogwarts today are true, he also used it again on two other girls, who took the hit meant for two other younger girls." Viktor growled.
The other boys winced. "Yeah, that'd do it. That'd explain the Auror presence."
"That still doesn't explain why that reporter would say you two did something in the library when there's at least one witness, and I'm sure there are more, who would contradict that claim. I wonder why no-one has." Ragnar said curiously.
"Isn't it obvious? Potter isn't well liked by most of his school right now. Most still think he cheated his way in. I suspect anyone who could contradict what that paper said is keeping quiet. Either out of spite or cowardice." Viktor said, scowling. It was dishonourable if that was the case.
"So…if there's a chance nothing happened, why did that reporter make out like something did?" Erik pondered.
'Because something did happen. At least…I remember it happening…' Viktor thought, but the more he thought about it, the more something seemed…off. Why would he remember something happening, and clearly Hermione remembered something too, and yet, at least three people had come forward and said nothing did.
"I…I have to go." He said, excusing himself, he left the common room and headed for his own room. Once he was inside, he locked the door and applied every privacy and security spell he could think of, short of some of the darker, more nasty ones they had started to learn in their Dark Arts lessons, and sat on his bed, closed his eyes, and started to take deep breaths.
He'd found that meditation helped with Occlumency a great deal, as he had been taught by their Mind Magics instructor. While he certainly wasn't a master of the art by any stretch, he was at least proficient, he just never expected anyone at Hogwarts to be skilled enough to put a false memory in both his head and someone else's and not be detected, or have a reason to do it.
After several minutes of deep breathing, he cleared his mind of all distractions and brought up that memory, playing it over in his head, looking for any sign of fabrication or alteration. Honestly, this sort of thing was easier with a Pensieve, but those were expensive and took a long time to make, and you needed a Mastery in both Charms and Rune Crafting to make them, so he wasn't going to be making his own any time soon, he knew their Occlumens instructor had one, but she never let anyone near it, not alone. And there was no way he was letting anyone else see this memory, real or not.
He played the memory over in his head, looking for any indication that it was false, or had been altered.
It started out just as he expected it to: with him approaching Hermione, noticing what she'd been reading, and then taking a seat and talking with her. There was certainly nothing untoward about that.
Then came the part where she seemed to pause, after explaining her situation to him, she asked him for his help, or rather, his permission to get what she needed from him, and that there in the library was good enough.
He stopped reviewing the memory and opened his eyes, his face scrunched up in mild frustration. He couldn't find anything wrong with the memory, no sign that it had been altered in any way. He suddenly wished his Occlumens professor was here, she'd be able to get a better look at the memory, but she was back in Norway, at Durmstrang.
He'd try again at a later date he decided, for now, he'd go out for a walk, maybe take that damn Egg with him and see if he could figure it out, and maybe find out what happened up in the castle.
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Neville sighed as he walked with Hannah through the halls, after getting escorted back to their respective common rooms, they had met up again a few hours later and were now wondering through the halls.
"What's wrong?" Hannah asked.
"I should have taken that hit for Susan and Daphne."
"You were tied up Nev, we both were, and besides, if you had taken the hit, you'd likely be in the same position Harry is now in. And while I love what you can do to me, I really don't think I'd have enough for you, though you are welcome to come and snuggle any time you want lover." She said with a smile and wink.
Neville blushed, which only got worse when he felt his blood flow south, and Hannah's gorgeous blue eyes seemed to follow it.
Then she chuckled. "Don't worry Nev, I'm only teasing…for now." She winked.
"Uh…uh…right. So…how long do you think Malfoy will get?"
Hannah scowled at the mention of the hated Slytherin.
"If we're lucky? 10 years? Assuming the second count of ALA doesn't also add an extra ten, on top of how ever many he'll get for kidnapping, conspiracy and sexual assault and attempted rape? Not counting the life sentence for that Unforgivable, he's probably looking at at least 75 years, not including the Life Sentence. Though I expect some fiddling to happen at some point, given one of his assault victims is a Muggle-born, and as much as I hate to say it, that would probably work in his favour, at least with the more hard-line Pure-Bloods. But considering he cast an Unforgivable in front of witnesses…I doubt we'll see him again. Short of an Azkaban breakout, or Fudge going senile and letting him out."
Neville shuddered.
"So, how are Daphne and Susan settling in?" she asked.
He smiled, "Pretty well I think, they just spent the last few hours getting to know everyone, overall their reception has been friendly, though Ron seemed to be a bit of an out-liner, when he wasn't spending most of his time moaning about what he saw happen to Malfoy." He shuddered again.
Hannah also cringed, "Yeah, that spell was one I haven't seen before, and honestly hope I never see again." She started casually looking around for a broom-closet, the horrors of what they'd seen earlier still fresh in her mind, and she felt like she needed a distraction.
"How are things in the Set?" Neville asked, jokingly referring to the Hufflepuff dorms.
"Alright for the most part, though there was some confusion as to why Susan's things disappeared, Sprout explained the situation, and naturally there was some negative reactions. Cedric is pissed. He said that the team is going to hammer the Slytherins next year."
Neville snorted, the Slytherins were lucky that there wasn't any Quidditch this year, since they'd just lost their Seeker, and he was sure Crabbe and Goyle would have joined the team next year. Their captain had to be pissed also.
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Harry stepped into the bathroom, carrying the tray of potions McGonagall had given them earlier. The humidity and heat hit him full in the face, the pool-sized bath with it's numerous taps was filled to capacity with water, a thick layer of bubbles covered most of the surface, there were two ladders leading down into the water, and even a diving board at the far end of the bath opposite one of the ladders, the second one was next to the board. He briefly wondered how deep the water was at that end. Hermione, Susan and Daphne already waist deep in the water, as they each held a sponge, all three girls blushing furiously as they hesitantly glanced at one-another.
Harry sucked in a breath as he felt his shaft throb almost painfully at the sight.
There was even a large painting on the wall that showed a group of naked mermaids, though according to Hermione, the mermaids depicted in the painting were more human-looking than the ones that lived in the lake. The ones that lived in the lake were referred to as Selkie, and had a more aquatic appearance and preferred cooler waters, over their Mediterranean cousins, who looked more or less human and were the 'classical' mermaids depicted in Muggle culture.
And all of them were gigging and waving at him, while caressing either themselves or each other.
Susan had claimed this was a perfect replica of the Prefect Bathroom, but since Harry hadn't seen that, he had to take her word for it. Though he did wonder how she knew that.
He certainly couldn't argue about it being an improvement over the large shower though. The shower was nice for him and Hermione, but with multiple people in one cubical? Yeah, the pool was better.
"Well? Come on then. Get your kit off!" Daphne said as she waved for him to join them. He gulped nervously, before he walked over to them then set the tray down next to the edge of the pool, then started to fumble his way out of his robes while all three girls watched him intently as they stepped closer to the edge of the bath, the water coming up to about mid-thigh, and for the first time, Harry could clearly see the patch of dark red hair between Susan's firm legs.
He felt his face heat in a blush as he saw all three girls eyeing him with looks of both hunger and approval as Susan reached up and cupped the tent in his trousers, as Hermione reached up to pull the zipper down, while Daphne undid his shoes then pulled off his shoes, along with his socks, while he tossed his robes to the side then started to pull off his shirt.
"Mmmm…very nice…" Susan purred as she leaned forward, hooked her fingers into the waistband of his trousers and boxers, pulling both down in one go, allowing his shaft to spring free, her eyes tracking it with a fierce intensity that was, in his opinion, very hot, her own face and chest flushed pink.
"Oh yeah, you haven't seen it before have you?" Daphne said, grinning. She licked her lips she looked back at Harry, "You'll love him Sue, he'll fit so perfectly in your mouth." she added as the last of his clothes were shed, then she took one of his hands, and guided him down, until he was sitting on the edge of the bath, his feet and legs immersed in the warm water, he then leaned forward as she leaned in and kissed him deeply, a hand going down to gently take hold of his erection and stroke it slowly, sliding his foreskin back, then she looked at her redheaded friend and smirked as she wiggled it, grinning as she watched Susan's eyes track it.
Then she stepped back and pulled Harry into the water as Hermione grabbed one of the sponges that were laying on the bath side, noticing that the moment she picked it up, a thick layer of soap seemed to 'grow' out of it. She took a moment to sniff it, scent of coconut and pine hit her nose.
"So how do we do this?" Hermione asked. She still hadn't yet come to terms with the fact that there was a very real possibility of having sex with one or both of the girls next to her within the next few hours. While it didn't have to happen of course, she wasn't sure how she felt about it happening at all.
She'd tried not to stare at Daphne and Susan as they'd stripped, but she couldn't help but be curious, at least with Susan, as she'd already seen Daphne more or less naked. A spark of jealousy had made itself known in her when she saw just how big Susan's breasts were compared to her own. She'd also noticed the patch of red hair that covered Susan's mons, which seemed to have been trimmed into a lightning bolt shape. That had raised an eyebrow from both her and Daphne. Susan had just shrugged it off, saying that half the girls in school probably had similar styles.
"Well, first I guess we wash ourselves, or each other, and see where it goes? I mean, you're already…um…leaking, soo…" Daphne said, pointing to the small beads of white that had formed at Hermione's nipples.
Self conscious, Hermione blushed before ducking her head, her hands coming up to cover her nipples.
"When did you start producing?" Susan asked, "I thought you'd only been doing this about two or so weeks."
"About two weeks yeah, it started on Friday morning. So, roughly two weeks after we got hit, which means, you and Daphne will probably start in another two weeks, so round about the 17th or 18th or so."
"Or sooner." Daphne said.
"Are you two already able to communicate mentally?" Susan asked.
"A little bit, not all the time, not yet, we're able to get a general feeling of where each of us is, but nothing fully established yet. But at the rate things are going, either by Christmas at least, February at most." Harry said as he settled in the water, then reached for a large sponge and some soap. He then looked at his three companions, wondering where he'd start.
"Okay soo…who's first?" he asked.
"Are you two feeling okay? Do you…want to feed first?" Hermione asked, she knew her friends hadn't fed yet, the sooner they did, the better. Susan and Daphne looked at each other, blushing, then looked at their new…companions?…lovers?
'Damn…this escalated quickly.' Daphne thought.
"How about we wash each other then take care of other things?" Susan asked, the others nodded.
"What about those potions?" Harry asked, gesturing to the tray at the side of the bath.
The girls exchanged glances, then giggled, Hermione shook her head, "We don't need them right now, maybe later." then the three girls turned to Harry as Hermione moved in front of him and pushed him back until he was up against the edge of the bath, then once he'd sat on it, she spread his legs, her hands disappearing under the water and taking hold of one of his legs, lifting it, she smiled and started to massage his foot, grinning when he wiggled his toes, then she moved her hands up, working the soap into his firm calf.
Daphne took the other, copying Hermione while Harry leaned back giving a blushing Susan the opportunity to move between his legs, leaning forward to explore his chest, humming with approval and mounting desire, giggling as his erect shaft bobbed just short of touching her stomach and breasts.
Smiling, she leaned in to kiss him, moaning into his mouth as her tongue started to duel his, her large breasts pressed into his chest as she began to rub her body against his, feeling his hard shaft against her lower stomach as she lay on him, using her hands to pull herself up and forward as he leaned back fully, until she fully lay on him, her hands cupping his face as they continued to kiss, his hard shaft now sandwiched against her lower abdomen.
Inquisitively, Harry let one hand travel down her back until it caressed her rather ample but firm bum, which he gave a gentle squeeze to, drawing a muffled moan from her. She moaned into his mouth, arching her back, she pushed the firm globes of muscle into that exploring hand, when his fingers slid down between her legs, which parted eagerly. His other hand meanwhile found itself gently caressing her warm, pliant left breast.
They then broke the kiss, both gasping as they pulled apart. Susan's lips were swollen, her eyes dark with lust and half closed, She then looked down at his chest and started kneading it with the sponge, watching out of the corner of her eye as Daphne and Hermione both reached his thighs, their faces wearing identical smiles. Susan then pushed herself up and back down into the water, then stepped back, her gaze drawn down, and she let out a moan and licked her lips.
The sight of Harry's shaft standing tall and proud, swaying and bobbing with his pulse, his foreskin slightly retracted, revealing the very tip of his crown which sent a warm tremor of lust through her, and she reached down to gently wrap a hand around it, and started to stroke slowly, feeling its heat in her hand as it throbbed, she licked her lips as she watched the red, flared glans emerge from the foreskin.
"Wow…" she breathed in a husky tone thick with lust.
Her hand was soon joined by two more, the two other girls moved closer, taking the opportunity to push his legs up and back, fully opening him up to them. Daphne gently cupping his balls while Hermione went lower. Hermione looked up at him, smirking when their eyes met, his breathe catching as he felt a finger stroke his perineum before moving further down, circled his entrance a few times which made him tense on reflex until he relaxed, then gently pushed in.
Harry tensed up again for a moment, clamping down around the digit, she stopped, then when he relaxed, she pushed in a little more, their eyes locked, and, with a slight shiver, he nodded for her to continue.
With a smile, Hermione gently pushed her finger in to the first knuckle, then paused, letting him adjust, then, when he nodded again, she slipped in further, until she felt her finger meet his prostate, and she gently pressed. He gasped, letting out a moan as an unfamiliar sensation made itself felt within, and he felt his shaft tingle and twitch, and Susan took the opportunity to give his shaft a squeeze.
"Like that?" Hermione purred.
"Uh huh…" Harry panted.
"What are you doing?" Daphne asked, curious. Hermione grinned at her.
"Prostate massage. It's the male 'G-spot', you can only reach it going in the back way though. I'm surprised you two don't know about it." Hermione replied. Susan shrugged.
"We only get told the basics when it comes to sex, all the clinical stuff, even the explanations on Bonding Pomfrey gave don't really say anything about sticking our fingers in a boy's backside, then again, most pure-blood boys probably don't even know about that, and certainly wouldn't be okay with it."
Hermione rolled her eyes and snorted as she started to gently work her finger inside him, and he gasped, while Susan continued to stroke his shaft, and Daphne gently stroked his balls.
"I thought…I was…going to wash…you…" Harry said, the strange pleasure Hermione was giving him, combined with the stimulation of the other two girls, causing him to squirm.
"You'll get your chance, stud, but first, I think it's time for Susan to have a taste." Hermione purred with a giggle.
Susan shuffled forward and lowered herself, until she was sat, Hermione to her left, Daphne to her right. Lifting her other hand, which held the sponge, she pressed it to his shaft then wrapped the sponge around it. Foam and suds spread out from the point of contact, as she started to gently run it up and down the hard stem.
"Self-soaping sponges. Really handy." Daphne giggled at Harry's confused look, as he was mid-reach for a bar of soap.
Harry then gasped as he felt a warm tingling sensation in his shaft. It wasn't unpleasant or painful, but it was definitely distracting. And it tickled like hell. It took every ounce of self-control he had not to start laughing like a madman.
He noticed with curiosity that the soap seemed to be the cause as Susan drew her sponge up over the exposed head of his shaft, while Daphne brought her own sponge up and started soaping his balls, which soon were also awash with that odd, yet warm tingling feeling.
"What's so funny?" Hermione asked, noticing Harry's grin that he seemed to be struggling to hold, and she quickly realised he was trying to stop himself from laughing.
"It tickles!" He said.
"What does?" Susan asked, stroking the sponge down the base of his dick.
"The soap! Where did you get those sponges?" Harry asked. The girls paused, and looked at each other then down at the self-soaping sponges they each held.
"They were already here when we arrived, Professor McGonagall must have left them." Hermione said, withdrawing her fingers from Harry.
Curiously, Hermione lifted the sponge she held to her breasts and started to rub. At first, she didn't really feel anything out of the ordinary, though the self-soaping feature was a nice touch. Then she felt it; a warm tingle that spread over her skin where-ever the soap came into contact with it.
That tingling sensation then seemed to sink down into her breasts, her nipples hardened and peaked as she watched, and her chest flushed pink, a jolt of arousal shot through her as her eyes fell closed, and a sensual moan passed her parted lips. A gasp from Daphne drew her attention. Opening her eyes and turning to look, she noticed the blonde had stood, the water coming to just below the junction of her thighs, where she now worked her own sponge, her face flushing, head tilting back, eyes closing as her mouth opened in a deep moan.
"Oohhhh…fuuuuck!"
"Wow this feels…weird." Susan said with a breathy pant, steadily working her own sponge between her firm thighs.
Harry sat back and watched, enraptured as all three beautiful girls start to massage themselves. As Hermione's hand moved down to her lips, she opened her eyes, which were dark with lust as they focused on him, or, more accurately, his hard shaft as his own hand moved towards it.
"No!" she growled forcefully, her face taking on an expression that looked odd on her. "Don't you dare touch that dick." While her words were directed at him, her gaze never left his shaft, which twitched along with his pulse. "Hands by your side Potter. That's an order."
Harry froze, unsure what to do next, yet eager to see where this would go. Susan paused, regarding the soap coated shaft in her hand. She leaned forward and sniffed, eyes widening as she smelt something familiar, then, cautiously, she closed the distance and gave his covered tip an experimental lick.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, ignoring Harry's sharp intake of breath.
Susan blinked as she licked her lips in surprise, then opened her mouth and lowered her head, taking his glans between her lips and sucking the soap off with a slurp. She swirled it around her mouth for a moment then swallowed.
"Who…how can you make edible soap?!" she asked, straightening up and looked at her friends in surprise.
"What?" Daphne asked, before eyeing the soap on her sponge, then at the heavy, smooth pair of testicles she'd just finished soaping up, before giving a little shrug and lowered herself into the water, then leaned in, before giving the right one an experimental lick, her eyes widening as that same strange tingling sensation that had shot through her body as she'd soaped herself up now spread along her tongue, along with a honey-like flavour. Before she realised what she was doing, she was eagerly licking his balls, before pulling one into her mouth and sucking on it gently, she felt Harry tense and moan, as her own eyes closed and she moaned with him.
Susan looked at a wide-eyed Hermione, who's face, neck and chest were flushed red, and not just from the heat of the room and water.
"Edible soap." She repeated, her tone conveying her disbelief. "It's an Aphrodisiac and it's edible."
"Some how, with the way our lives have been of late, I'm not surprised. Well then…" Hermione said, using her sponge to cover Harry's shaft with another layer of suds. "Time for your first shot of Vitamin P." The brunette grinned saucily. Susan rolled her eyes.
"That's terrible Granger." Susan replied, before she leaned forward, and started kissing and licking her way up the length of Harry's shaft, starting from the remaining free testicle, and working her way up. When she reached the glans, which had been exposed thanks to Hermione pulling back the foreskin and keeping it pinned under her fingers, which felt like they were starting to turn numb from the effects of the soap, Susan circled her tongue around it several times, diligently licking every bit of red skin her tongue could reach, humming in approval at the sweet taste she was getting.
She never in her life would have imagined that someone would invent edible soap. But any questions to that effect were put aside as drew back, staring hungrily at the swollen glans, before puckering her lips and leaning forward, she planted a kiss right on the tip, then slowly licked the little slit, as a bead of clear liquid appears just in time for her tongue to catch it.
"Mmm…" she hummed, licking her lips as she then opened her mouth again and leaned back in, this time sliding her lips over the crown, while looking up at Harry, smiling as she made a show of slowly taking in his head, her lips sealing around the flared ridge with a slurp.
Harry moaned as his arms gave out and he felt back on the side of the bath as the sublime feeling of Susan's experimental sucking and licking that she was treating him to, then she started to lower her head, her cheeks hollowing as she looked up at him, her eyes bright with excitement, trust and affection.
As her head slowly descended, Hermione leaned in with a smile, and hesitantly placed a kiss to Susan's cheek before she moved down and started licking and kissing the last of his organs left unattended, while she brought the sponge up to his ass, and started working it over his firm globes, then between them as she looked up at him, smiling with a wink as she started to suck on the acorn-sized organ she delicately held in her mouth.
"Oh fuck…!" Harry gasped, letting his head fall to the side before he looked down to see three beautiful faces looking back up at him.
It truly amazed him how fast his life had changed since Halloween. He'd gone from being one of the most hated students in school — again — isolated, alone and mistrusted — again — with only one person really believing in him, well, 2 if he counted Hagrid, to having not one, but three beautiful girls showering him with affection and pleasure.
Yes, it might have started out as a case of them needing to do it to stay alive, but he was getting the impression from all of them, surprisingly, that they genuinely wanted to do it.
"Yes we do." Hermione said, stoning her licking briefly to smile up at him. Daphne stopped what she was doing to give her friend a curious look.
"Oh nothing, he was just thinking about how 'amazing' it is that his life has changed so quickly. He's gone from being a social pariah to having three naked girls sucking and licking his balls and dick in two weeks."
"Guess you should thank the Ferret next time you see him." Susan said, coming off of his erection just long enough to say that before engulfing it again, even if his glans never actually left her mouth.
"Heh…I just might, if for no other reason than to watch him have an stroke." Harry said as he watched the girls resume their efforts, the link between him and Hermione easily telegraphing the awe he felt that they'd be actually be eager to do it. He noticed Hermione frown as she pulled back and looked up at him, her expression telegraphic her sudden change in mood.
"Harry, we've been over this. This might come as a surprise to you, but yes, I actually do enjoy sucking you off. I've really grown to like it, and yes, even if the curse wasn't a factor, I'd still want your willy in my mouth. And I'd still want your tongue in both my fanny and my bum."
"Speaking of which…" Daphne said, grinning up at Harry then turning to wink at Susan. "I can't wait to see the look on Sue's face when you use that Magic Tongue of yours on her plump arse."
"Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean Miss Bean-stalk!" Susan scoffed, pulling back and glaring with mock offence at her friend, Daphne grinned at her.
"Oh come on Sue! You've been waiting for Harry to eat you for days now!" She then looked up and smiled at Harry conspiratorially. "Susan might deny it, but she has actually been wanting to do this for a while now. Truth is, Harry, she's always liked you, she was just too shy to say it, and too nervous about trespassing on Hermione's territory. But now…" her look turned hungry, almost predatory as she grinned up at him. "Now…we feast…"
Sharing identical grins, the two girls nodded to one another then turned to look up at Harry as they leaned forward, and started to nuzzle his crotch.
Starting with his balls, the two girls started gently rubbing their noses, mouths and cheeks against his heavy orbs, cooing, sighing, lightly giggling as they nuzzled, kissed and licked his testicles with extreme gentleness.
Then they moved up to his shaft, Daphne watched for a second as Susan started to plant gentle, open-mouthed kisses and slow licks along the length of his shaft, before she leaned in and joined in. When they reached his crown, the two smiled at one another as they closed the distance, his glans disappearing as their lips met in a gentle yet passionate kiss, their tongues interlocking and dancing over and around his glans, treating it, and it's owner, to the most wonderful sensations as they lavished it with loving attention.
"Oh…god…" Harry gasped, his legs almost giving out at the sudden onrush of sensation he was being subjected to. Off to the side, Hermione watched the duo work with a smirk on her face, then she nodded to herself.
"I've got a better idea." Hermione said as she reached for her wand, then she gently nudged the two girls out of the way long enough to reveal his crown, then she held the tip of her wand against his tip.
"Diphallasparatus."
A warmth enveloped his shaft, that felt nothing like Susan's, Daphne's or Hermione's mouth, then a gold light obscured his shaft, blinding all of them and making them look away, and Harry felt something that he could have sworn felt like a zipper moving slowly down the length of his shaft, both top and bottom, from his urethra to the root, then the tingling faded, as did the gold light, and he stared down in shock, barely registering the gasps from Susan and Daphne as they stared at this crotch.
And the two erections he now sported.
"Morgana's saggy tits…where did you find that?!" Daphne asked, staring at the bobing organs with amazement, and a not small amount of lust.
"The same book that describes what Harry can do with his Parseltongue." Hermione replied.
"Uh…how long will this last? Not sure how I'd be able to stash two of these in my trousers." Harry asked nervously.
Hermione smiled up at him as she put her wand down. "It can be cancelled with a finite. Have at him girls."
Hermione then sat back as Susan and Daphne exchanged looks, grinned, then looked up at Harry and leaned in again, each taking hold of him and rolling back the foreskin covering each tip, they each planted a gentle kiss to the head of the shaft they held, before slowly taking them in.
Harry stiffened then groaned, panting at the surreal sensation of getting two blowjobs at once. From two different angles.
Part of him started to think it probably wouldn't be so bad to walk around with two cocks.
Hermione giggled as she stood and kissed him, then reached for a sponge and once again started soaping her breasts, and he found it difficult to chose where to look; at his girlfriend's beautiful face, her enticing bosom, or the gently boning heads of the blonde and redhead kneeling before him. Seeming amused by his state, Hermione made the decision for him by taking one of his hands and guiding it down between her legs, staring into his eyes, her own lidded and dark with excitement and lust as she pushed his fingers into her hot, wet embrace. "Well? What do you think?"
"Ah…Heh…um…oh Merlin…wow this feels…" he stammered.
"Good?" she quizzed, smirking.
"Good…" he moaned as both Daphne and Susan bottomed out, and started to essentially compete with one another, Susan coughing a little as the glans of the shaft she was devouring reached the back of her throat and she reflexively swallowed. Peaking out of the corner of her eye, Daphne smirked around the shaft she was sucking and pushed a little further, taking the head into her own throat, moaning as she did so, one her hands going up to firmly grip Harry's arse while a hand that she quickly realised belonged to the redhead next to her snaked between her legs, so Daphne quickly returned the favour.
Hermione then brought a hand up to cradle the back of his head, coaxing him down, while the other cupped and raised one of her breasts. Harry hesitated a little, but leaned in and gave her erect nipple an experimental lick, blinking in surprise as he tasted chocolate mint on his tongue, before Hermione pulled his head flush with her breast and he started to suck on reflex, his mouth soon filling with warm milk, which he hungrily swallowed. He barely registered Hermione's hands sliding down his back, dragging the sponge with them, down to his butt, where they met the hands of the other two girls.
Harry moaned into her breast as he started to suckle, the pleasure from the soap being plied to his back and the double blowjob he was getting, were quickly overwhelming him as he started to gently thrust his hips forward, to the encouraging moans of the two girls working him over while one of Hermione's hands went back up to his head to cradle it against her, leaning down, she gently kissed the top of his head through his mass of messy hair.
Susan moaned as she explored the shaft in her mouth with her tongue, sucking eagerly as she drew back, until she flicked her tongue over the tip, collecting some pre, she felt her pussy pulse with need, her clit throbbed with arousal as she looked up at Harry as he hungrily suckled from Hermione. She looked to her side at Daphne, who was slowly gliding her head along the shaft she was working on. Sue then pulled back, taking hold of the shaft she started to stroke it while looking up at Harry, his hips started to thrust as she stuck out her tongue and started to flick it against the tip.
"Come on Harry, give us all you got." She purred huskily, panting as she felt Daphne's fingers between her legs gently squeeze her clit, a move Susan was quick to return. Daphne pulled back then started to kiss the shaft she'd been working on, taking a deep breath when she felt Susan's fingers within her hit a particularly sensitive spot. She then looked up at Harry and seemed to pause for a moment, her eyes momentarily widening, and, for a brief second, Susan could have sworn she saw a look of shock and fear flash in her friend's eyes, but it was gone so fast, she wasn't sure.
"You okay Daph?" she asked.
"Sure, sure, just hungry, come on stud, don't hold out on us. Give us what we want." The blonde said as she took the shaft she'd be sucking deep into her mouth. Trying to forget the rather strange thing she'd just had happen to her. When she'd just looked up at Harry, she'd felt a spike of revulsion shoot through her, a sense that what she was doing was wrong, that she didn't want to do it, and for a very brief moment, she thought his hair was blonde, and instead of looking down at her with fascination and affection, all she'd seen was a cruel leer, but she'd blinked, and the image had gone, but she'd still felt a surge of revulsion and a sudden urge to either bite what she had in her mouth or pull back and throw up.
'Probably just my mind playing over what Draco tried to do, just forget him Daphne. Potter is a far better boy and actually has a nice dick.' She told herself.
As she redoubled her efforts, she felt Harry stiffen and thought for a second he was about to cum, but a quick investigation with her hand soon disproved that as she found one of Hermione's exploring his back door, while her other hand came down and around to gently cup his balls.
"Come on Harry, don't hold back…" Hermione whispered.
Daphne felt Harry thrust his hips erratically a few more times and she and Susan both pulled back, until each of them was just sucking on the head of the shaft they held, as with a muffled groan and a jerk of his hips, the two shafts pulsed, and Daphne's mouth was filled with a thick, viscous liquid, her eyes widening as the taste of chocolate gateau filled her mouth and she moaned, sucking even harder on the shaft.
Susan meanwhile was savouring her first taste of Harry; home-made apple pie had always been one of her favourite dishes, and she closed her eyes and hummed in pleasure as the taste of her favourite desert splashed on her busy tongue, filling her mouth with several spurts.
As she pulled back, she explored the contents of her mouth with her tongue, getting a feel for it, loving the taste and texture. There was quite a lot of it, more than she thought a boy could produce. She turned to Daphne, and saw her friend was also exploring the taste and texture of what she held in her mouth. Susan reached up and gently turned the blonde's head to face her, she winked, then looked up at Harry as he panted, head resting on Hermione's shoulder as the two other teens looked down at the kneeling girls as both the blonde and redhead smiled and opened their mouths.
Harry shuddered and panted as he watched in amazement as Susan and Daphne both showed him his own cum, the turned to face one another then Susan brought Daphne's face in for a deep kiss, each of their hands going to the other's breasts, then the girls hugged as they kissed, raising a little out of the water to get as much skin contact as they could.
Daphne and Susan both moaned into the deep kiss, looking into each other's eyes as their tongues danced, and sperm flowed from one mouth to another multiple times, then the two girls gulped, all the while still kissing.
"Oh god…" Harry moaned as he felt his legs start to give out.
"Wow…that's actually kinda hot." Hermione said breathlessly.
"Didn't know you two were so into girls." Harry added as he sank into the water, sighing at the temperature, Hermione joining him.
Finally breaking the kiss, the redhead and blonde smiled at each other, then at their partners.
"Uh…funnily enough, this is actually our first time…with another girl. At least mine. I'm not counting that session in the Hospital Wing." Daphne said, blushing.
"Guess this is a night of firsts for most of us." Hermione said with a wink at her friends. "So, who goes first?"
The blonde and redhead exchanged looks, both blushing fiercely before making a decision.
"Uh, how about Susan goes first? This is her first time with him." Daphne said. Harry smiled at them as Susan stood up, the water and bubbles from the foam sliding off her as he reached for one of the self-soaping sponges.
"Remember, this stuff is apparently edible, so don't worry about washing it off her…lick it off." Hermione whispered to him as he also stood before the furiously blushing girl, his own face dark red.
Forging ahead, Harry got to work, starting with Susan's generous breasts, he gently started massaging them, working the sponge over her chest gently, his focused gaze taking in her aroused features as she arched her back and pushed her chest out, and he idly wondered how much bigger they'd get once she started producing, Hermione's own chest had swelled a little thanks to her own production, but after only two or so weeks, he still couldn't call himself an expert on chest sizes, if he ever would be.
Once her breasts were sufficiently covered, he moved his hands down, while she brought her own hands up to start soaping his chest, while Daphne and Hermione started working shampoo into his hair. Both he and Susan were soon moaning openly again as the aphrodisiac effects of the soap once again started to kick in, and soon, he found himself embracing the buxom redhead as they kissed passionately, their hands roaming over each other. When he took advantage of the position to soap up her back, she did his arms, but when his hands moved down to grip the firm cheeks of her arse, she quickly used a hand to press both of his errections together then quickly stepped forward, trapping both between her thighs, against her pussy, causing both of them to moan as he started to knead and massage her arse.
Harry drew back a little to look at Susan's flushed face as she panted and stared back at him, then, with a smirk, he leaned forward and started to eagerly do as Hermione had suggested, and started to clean Susan's breasts with his tongue. In response, she moaned and brought one hand up to his head, while gripping his hips with the other, she started to thrust.
"He's still hard…" Daphne breathed as she shamelessly ogled the pair as Hermione embraced them from behind Harry, then reached down to grip his hips, and winking at a wide-eyed Susan, she started to thrust her own mons against his arse in time with Susan.
"Effect of the curse, his willy never goes soft, neither do my clit or nipples, and now, neither will yours." Hermione said, a vivacious grin spreading across her face as she started to grind more instantly against her boyfriend as he started to push back to meet her.
Daphne watched the three of them for a few moments, her gaze flicking this way and that, moving down to the redhead's bum, where Harry's dual appendages emerged just beneath it, between her firm legs, then up to where Harry was still licking and sucking Susan's ample bosom, to Hermione's lustful smile as she leaned in to kiss and lick Harry's neck from behind.
"You haven't fed yet have you Hermione? How about I take over and you have a turn, Sue, turn round, so she can do both you and Harry." Daphne directed. Panting with excitement, and the heat of the water, Susan pulled back, briefly sharing a passionate kiss with Harry, before turning around, reaching down with her hand to position both of his erections flush against her labia.
"Ya know, I bet these would feel wonderful in my fanny and bum." The amorous redhead purred as Daphne and Hermione swapped places. "Mmmm…oh Morgana, that feels nice…" she breathed as she pressed her thighs together, while using a hand to press both of Harry's shafts against her pussy while Hermione stepped in front of her and looked down, blushing heavily.
"The alignment isn't quite right, you'd have to sit on his hips at a 90 degree angle to get it comfortably right." Hermione pointed out.
"Don't care. Less talk. More sex!" Susan growled as she started to stare hungrily at Hermione's swollen breasts, beads of white already peaking each nipple. She then clamped her legs together around the two penises pressed against her pussy, grunting as Harry started to thrust, and with a grunt, Susan started pushing back against him, her ass meeting his crotch in delicious meaty slaps. Before Hermione could react, Susan reached up and firmly grasped one of them, before leaning in and sealing her lips around the areola and nipple, then she started to suck.
Hermione gasped, eyes going wide as she arched her back, reflexively pushing her chest forward, causing her friend to moan as warm milk started to fill her mouth.
Harry meanwhile was humming and kissing Susan's shoulders and the back of her neck as he reached down with one hand to gently start working her with his fingers while he also started to gently thrust against her, the meaty slap, while using his other hand to massage one of her plump breasts, while he felt Daphne start to massage his back as she slowly kissed and licked her way down, making him squirm, smiling into Susan's fair skin as Daphne giggled at his movements.
"Ticklish?" she cooed at him as she started to lick her way down his spine, until she reached the small of his back. Harry paused his thrusts, wandering what she was going to try and do next, he was prepared for her to use a finger on him, as Hermione had done. Then he felt something soft brush against his left cheek and he blinked, pausing his own doting on Susan's right shoulder as he then felt something soft, warm and wet brush over his right cheek and his eyes widened as he realised what she was doing.
And what she was probably about to do.
"Mmm…damn Harry, all these years of playing Quidditch and running round this castle have really given you a sexy backside." She cooed, before leaning in and delivering more kisses and licks to both of his firm cheeks. She used her thumbs to spread them, stuck out her tongue, and leaned in, feeling Harry tense up and gasp, making him jerk his hips forward, which pressed his hard shafts forward, grinding firmly against Susan's inflamed clitoris.
"Ah! Aah! Uh…oh man…uh…" Harry gasped as he felt Daphne's questing tongue start to circle and lick the soap from his tensing ring of muscle.
"You okay?" Hermione asked the blushing boy.
"Uh…yeah, just…wasn't expecting her to do that…" he stammered.
"And why not?" Daphne said, pulling back just enough to talk, her warm breath washing over him, "You did it to me, and I know you've done it to Hermione, and I'm sure Susan will get a turn before we're done here, the only one of us who hasn't gotten it is you. This is supposed to be an equal partnership of sharing everything. So you better get used to it." Then she leaned in and resumed licking.
Hermione for her part was still processing the fact that another girl was drinking from her breast. She honestly wasn't sure how she felt about that, in truth, she felt a little weirded out at the concept, since she wasn't into girls that way. But…she knew now that Daphne and Susan were part of the arrangement, the odds of her having sex with them alone rather than also with Harry were a lot higher than they'd been a few days ago. Her mind went back to when she'd ambushed Susan in a lust fuelled daze and basically molested her, maybe this was Susan's payback?
When Susan had finished, she pulled back and swallowed, locking eyes with Hermione, lust and hunger written clearly all over her face as she still ground back against Harry. Hermione blinked as she stared at her friend, recognising the expression as one she'd seen on her own face more than a few times in the mirror.
Susan looked down at Hermione's right breast, still heavy and full of milk. Gently taking hold of it, she gave it a gentle squeeze, a small bead of white appearing at the nipple, tempted to drain it, but she let it go, deciding to leave that one for Daphne.
"Your turn Hermione."
"Huh?" Hermione said, seemingly a bit dazed.
"It's your turn." Susan grinned as she stopped grinding her hips and held still. Hermione blinked before looking down at Susan's breasts, mentally trying to gauge their size compared to her own, then further down, over her friend's flat yet toned stomach, then further down to the patch of dark red hair just above the smooth lips which were swollen and dark with arousal, through which she could see the glans of Susan's clitoris. And just below the lips, the two exposed crowns of her boyfriend's temporary dual shafts. Though if Hermione were perfectly honest with herself, she wouldn't mind letting him keep the second.
'I'm not into girls. I'm not into girls. I'm not into girls.' Hermione chanted in her head as she looked back up at Susan's nipples, which were as erect and swollen as her own, the only difference being Susan's chest wasn't full of milk. Yet.
But if her own development was any indication, it could be as soon as the Yule Ball, or as late as October next year. Hermione then looked back up at Susan's face, which was flushed pink, and not just from the heat of the bath.
'I'm not into girls…but I suppose a repeat of the other day couldn't hurt…right?'
Hermione answered her own question by bringing her hands up to gently cup Susan's face, gently running a thumb across Susan's parted lips as the girl panted, her blue eyes widening slightly as she realised what Hermione intended, the blush on her face deepening.
Holding her breath, Hermione slowly leaned in, not really paying attention to how quiet the room had suddenly gotten. When their lips met, a shiver shot through her, and she moaned into the redhead's mouth, Susan's arms folded round her and pulled her in, pressing their bodies together.
Hermione reacted purely on reflex when she felt a tongue brush over her lips then push gently into her mouth. Hermione moaned, her eyes closing as she lost herself in her first real kiss with another girl, since she personally didn't count the lust fuelled snog she'd ambushed her friend with in that corridor. She felt a second set of hands on her waist, and knew that it was Harry hugging both of them, while Daphne hugged him and Susan, her arms not long enough to reach around all three of them.
When Hermione pulled back, opening her eyes, she met Susan's gaze with her own; her blue eyes were lidded, dark with lust and hunger as she leaned in again, this time kissing Susan's neck a little hesitantly, the other girl tilting her head to the side and sighing as she silently encouraged the brunette to go further, down to, then over her collarbone.
Soon, Hermione's lips were at the redhead's full and firm breasts, which she curiously yet hungrily started to explore, bringing a hand up to cup the one she wasn't currently examining with her mouth.
Feeling a hand suddenly grasp the breast Susan hadn't fed from, followed by a pair of lips, an exploring tongue and a curious, yet eager sucking mouth, Hermione's eyes opened and moved to the side, to see Daphne had taken up position next to them, and was now eagerly draining her other breast. Clearly Harry hadn't taken much, if any of her milk. She'd have to have a word with him privately about that. Again.
Hermione moaned into Susan's breast as she felt Daphne suckle eagerly on her own, suddenly sucking in a sharp breath as she felt a hand, that she was sure wasn't Susan's, brush her thigh then move up, only to then feel one of Susan's hands reach down and join it, but not before reaching round to give her own bum a gentle stroke and squeeze.
Soon, Daphne pulled back, smiled at her then slowly sank to her knees, the water coming up to their mid-thighs and, in her current position, Daphne's own shoulders. From this angle, she was able to get a somewhat good view of the other two girls' vulvae and the two shafts pressed against Susan.
After several minutes of licking and sucking on the hard nipple, Hermione pulled back, panting with arousal, moved to switch to the other breast, though she still was a little unsure of herself as she then looked down at the blonde shamelessly ogling all three of them.
It wouldn't take much manoeuvring to let Daphne get into licking range, and Hermione honestly wasn't sure how she felt about that prospect. Snogging and suckling was one thing, but letting another girl lick her pussy? Or her arse, since Daphne had clearly shown that was also on the table for her?
"You…okay?" Susan asked breathlessly, noting her friend's hesitation.
"It's just…well, this is my first time…with a girl, I mean, Daphne and I didn't really do anything to each other when we helped Harry, we focused more on him."
"And you're not really comfortable." Susan said, a slightly sympathetic yet understanding look on her face.
"You want one of the vials?" Daphne asked, gesturing to the tray of potion vials, before reaching for one, popping the stopper. Hermione blinked, how had she forgot about those so quickly?
"If you don't want to, or you're not comfortable, you don't have to lick me, I'll move and you can have Harry all to yourself." Susan said with a smile.
"No, no…I need to try it at least once. There's a good chance we're gonna end up having sex with each other eventually, not just with Harry, so I need to practice." Hermione said, taking one of the vials Daphne was offering, before handing the other two to Susan and Harry.
Hermione smiled nervously. "Cheers."
They drank together. The Lust potion went down easily, no more than watery in feeling. Hermione was just lowering the vial, idly wondering when it would kick in, when a shiver ran through her. The bathroom seemed to get even hotter in an instant, the water more tepid, within seconds, she was sweating from more than just the humidity and temperature of the water.
She gasped when it felt like she'd been kicked in the gut, causing her to drop the vial with a splash. Her heart began to race, her breathes drew short, and she leaned her head forward, resting her forehead against Susan's mons a she panted. Her vagina throbbed almost painfully, causing her to gasp as her clitoris seemed to grow even harder than it already was, a spike of pleasure shooting through it as it extended out a little from under it's protective hood, and she moaned as she pulled her head back and looked up Susan, who had just dropped her own empty vial, and was staring down at her with gorgeous blue eyes.
She froze as she looked at the red-haired beauty before her. Wide, expressive eyes above a full, perfectly kissable mouth, the lips slightly parted as the other girl panted with her own rising desire. Her smooth cheeks were slightly flushed, providing a backdrop for her blazing hair that hung down and flowed over her shoulders, hanging down to mid back and around the swell of her large, perfectly proportioned breasts. Breasts that, to Hermione, looked like they'd been sculpted by a master craftsman, the nipples hard points that Hermione suddenly had the urge to stand and feast on.
Below that enthralling view her waist was a smooth, shallow concave curve before flaring out into a generous set of hips. Hips that Hermione wanted to hold over her face as she lowered the other girl down onto her waiting mouth, hips that she wanted to see interlocked with her own, hips that she wanted to see grinding on top of Harry…
Her eyes then moved down to the swollen, red and enflamed lips of Susan's labia, the clitoris between then, and the two glans pressed against them, peeking out at her from between those firm, beautiful legs she suddenly found herself wishing were squeezing her head instead.
Before she'd drank the potion, Susan's vagina had looked nice, but not really something that she felt all that comfortable exploring, but now…now she wanted to bury her face in those lips, feast on them, the clitoris, and the two shafts just below it, not particularly caring which one of them she brought off first.
If Hermione had the capacity to think rationally, she would have drawn comparisons between how she was feeling at that moment, and how she felt while on her last period, and would have been surprised, perhaps even alarmed, at the similarities in what she was feeling, physically, emotionally and mentally.
But she wasn't thinking rationally. All she could think of was that there was a veritable feast of warm, living, wet, delicious sexual flesh before her, and she suddenly found herself feeling ravenous.
Gasping, Hermione forcibly turned her head away, shocked at her thoughts. Sadly, her eyes landed on Daphne, and once more her breath was stolen away.
The blonde's body was a slim ensemble of smooth curves that ran into each other without pause or hesitation. Her limbs were elegant and fine boned; the fingers delicate and so smooth. Her pert breasts firm and glistening with the edible soap that still covered them, a pink areola and stiff nipple capping each one. Hermione's gaze moved up, taking in an elegant, pale neck that led to a fine, narrow chin that formed the lower boundary for an elfin face. There was a delicacy to her features that was stunning. A couple of loose tresses of blonde hair down her forehead, drawing the eye to other girl's own, seemingly large and liquid in her face. To sleep with such a beauty, to caress that porcelain skin…
Breathing hard, Hermione forced herself to look away from Daphne's face, by looking down, not really intending to look lower than the blonde's flat, perfectly sculpted abdomen, but her gaze inevitably moved down to the slightly flared hips, not as wide as Susan's, but still noticeable, to the smooth mon and below that, the equally smooth, swollen and dark lips of Daphne's beautiful flesh, and just below that, a pair of firm smooth thighs that Hermione wanted to sink her teeth into.
Both Susan and Daphne let out deep, sensual moans as they looked down at the gorgeous creature kneeling before them, the water coming up to her perfect breasts. Their brave, brilliant friend had become a vision of beauty. Her body was now a lithe, well proportioned form, made of sweeping curves that hinted at her femininity, forming an alluring mystery. Her hair was wild and unbridled, wanton, partially wet from the water, now matted against her shoulders. Her eyes were sparkling brown jewels set in a face that was shedding the last of her youth fat to reveal the fine boned elegant beauty that lay underneath. But it wasn't just her classic beauty that made Hermione attractive and sexy. Susan and Daphne both knew who she was as well, and it was that unbending, indomitable spirit that truly tugged at them, made them both want to pull her to her feet and hug her from both sides, and ravish her thoroughly.
Susan also shuddered as she also became aware of the aroused, fit, muscular and downright sexy male pressed up against her back, and the two shafts between her thigh's. Shafts that she suddenly wanted to bury in both of her passages, timing be damned. God… she wanted the male behind her to fucking shag her brains out!
Harry, for his part, gulped as the three naked and glistening girls became naked glistening goddesses.
And he was currently pressed up against the back of one of them. He gasped as Susan arched her back and pushed her gorgeous rump back into his hips, his hands tightening on her equally beautiful, firm breasts, breasts that were wet from sweat, the humidity and the traces of his tongue. He wanted to get down on his knees and berry his face between those firm globes of muscle, and explore her, the way he had Hermione in that corridor, this time comfortable in the knowledge that the only witnesses would be two other girls just as eager for him to do it to them.
With a growl of desire, he pressed his hips forward while squeezing Susan's tits rather aggressively, which caused her to moan and push back against him again, tilting her head back and to the side, exposing her rather nice looking neck, and Harry wasted no time leaning in to kiss, lick and even bite it gently. The bite got the most reaction out of her as she turned her head, bringing a hand up to raise his as she tried to lock her mouth to his, the look in her eyes suddenly made him feel like he was staring into the eyes of a ravenous predator that wanted to eat him. Their moans were silenced as their lips met, and her tongue forced its way into his mouth, and he accepted it willingly, then he groaned as he felt a mouth close over the heads of his two cocks and suck. Hard.
Hermione panted as she reached up to grip Susan's hips, before leaning in and planting an recessive, sucking kiss to both of the shafts then moved up, sealing her mouth around both the shafts and Susan's labia, and she sucked.
Susan gasped, her hips rocking forward, pressing her labia along the two shafts that lay against them as Hermione's mouth opened, and she leaned in, her tongue curling over and around the two smooth, sensitive heads then up over them to brush through the labia above them, the two glans sliding under her tongue as she pressed her mouth home, hearing Susan and Harry both moan, both of their hips moving forward to meet her as she closed her eyes, fought past her own sense of comfortableness and started to suck.
Her techniques were awkward and unrefined, but she forged ahead, focusing on the small grove between Susan's inner and outer lips, knowing from her own experience how good that felt, and gave the shafts under her tongue an extra strong suck as the taste of cauldron cake flowed over her tongue as the redhead ground her hips forward.
Daphne in the meantime, who had been caught off guard by the two gorgeous naked girls next to her, and the utterly delicious looking boy, had honestly struggled to decide which to do first: get down in the water and help Hermione, or get back behind Harry and eat that fine piece of rump steak — that all that running around the castle had produced, in her humble opinion — but in the end, she decided that if he had a hand free, he might as well put it to good use. And her own fanny was throbbing painfully, demanding attention. Reaching up, she claimed Harry's left hand while he massaged her breasts with his right hand, she guided his left between her legs and started to grind against his palm, then leaned into his side and growled huskily into his ear as she used her fingers to push his thumb into her wet, clenching pussy.
"Stick your fingers and thumb in me Potter. Yeah, that's it, lets see if you can find the Golden Snitch…uuh…Mmm yeah…that's nice…" the blonde panted. "Or better yet…Mmm…one of those gorgeous…dicks…" she breathed right into his ear, Harry shuddered as a tremor of pleasure flowed through him, the combined effects of Susan's legs, her pussy, Hermione's tongue and mouth, and Daphne's words had the desired effect, and with a grunt, he released into Hermione's mouth, who hummed in approval as she sucked on the two shafts and hard clit, drawing a gasp from Susan as she jerked her hips forward, tilting her head back onto Harry's shoulder as she cried out her own mounting pleasure, her climax very close now.
Daphne grunted as she reached down and grabbed Harry's hand, holding it firm as she started to thrust her hips back and forth, forcing Harry's fingers and thumb deeper into her vagina and anus, while her erect clitoris ground against the heel of his palm.
"And once Susan's cum grinding on your wands and Hermione's tongue, you're going to eat all three of us out with that magic tongue of yours, our fannies and our bums. Aren't you, stud."
That wasn't a question, it was a command, one that Harry barely acknowledged through the cloud of lust and pleasure fogging his brain. As he fingered the blonde goddess draped against his left side, and the buxom redhead grinding her wet slit against his shafts, while his brunette best friend hungrily sucked his two crowns and Susan's pussy. He grunted as his balls started to tighten, his second climax approaching, he then felt a hand gently curl around them, and he turned his head away from Susan, only for his lips to meet Daphne's tongue as she kissed him hungrily, using her fingers to gently press the back of his sac, and Harry's hips jerked, his two cocks and balls pulsing. He stiffened and moaned into the blonde's mouth as thick white cream shot up both the shafts and into Hermione's hungry, salivating mouth.
Susan also cried out as her own climax hit her and she thrust her pussy against Hermione's mouth, while Daphne moaned into the kiss, as she aggressively ground her hips against his had as her own climax finally hit her.
Finally, after all four of them had come down, Susan slid forward into the water, then fell forward, barely avoiding Hermione who slipped to the side. Susan swam into the deeper end of the bath, before rolling over onto her back and just let herself float as she sighed, she was soon joined by the others, Harry being the only one who stayed on his feet, the water coming up to his neck. Smiling, he stepped up to Hermione helped her back to her feet where she threw her arms and legs round him, kissing him fiercely. He then started to walk backwards, into the shallower end, then, when the water was down to their waists, he lowered himself down until he knelt in the water, holding her hips steady, then, licking his lips, he leaned in and started to work her over.
Hermione sighed, then reluctantly, stepped back and moved back into the deeper end of the bath, Daphne and Susan moving with her, then she turned and whispered to them both, the three giggled, then Hermione seemed to sink into the water, only to rise up, supported by both Susan and Daphne, who gently tilted her back, until she was laying on her back, then, reaching down, she pulled her knees up and back, exposing her slit and the parted cheeks of her bum to his burning green eyes, her pink ring just above the water as Susan passed him her self-soaping sponge, and he took the opportunity to cover her cheeks, her rosebud and her smooth slit with a thin sheen of edible soap, smiling to himself as he watched her shudder at the warm tingling effect it had, which also made her lips and the valley between her cheeks flare dark pink, in a way that made him drool with hunger.
"How about this position?" Susan purred, grinning at Harry, who stepped forward until he was right under Hermione's hips, then, reaching up, he took hold of her hips to help support her weight, then leaned back in, and started to feast on his girlfriend. With hot blood pumping through his veins, his two shafts still rock yard after two climaxes, he didn't hesitate. Leaning in, and started to lick, kiss and bite the firm flesh of Hermione's left cheek, smiling to himself as she moaned in approval, then, he moved to the right one, not caring that he was occasionally getting water in his mouth, then he started to link from her lower back, up towards her lips, pausing a moment to work his tongue into the winking ring of muscle as he brushed over it again and again, then he moved up and fastened his mouth over her lips, and started to worship her. They couldn't hear him using Parseltongue, but Hermione felt it.
She started to thrash almost immediately, as much as she could at least, bucking her hips up into his face as he and the two other girls held her steady. The combination of their previous activities, the curse, and the lust potion coursing through her system meant that it didn't take long for Harry to get his first 'helping' of the evening while Hermione screamed her approval loud enough that the others in the dorm probably heard her. Again.
Once Harry had drunk his fill, he didn't stop, moving away from her over-sensitive lips and clit, he moved down to her anus and attacked it with all the enthusiasm of a man possessed. It didn't take long for Hermione to reach her second peak, she seemed to be on a hair-trigger now after drinking that potion. Had Harry been able to think more rationally, he would have questioned the strength of those potions, but he was not thinking rationally, all he could think about was the three beautiful goddesses in the bath with him, and how he needed to make all three of them scream.
And that is exactly what he was damn well going to do.