Graduation

After the graduation ball, things start changing. Things will not be the same for any of the graduates, and especially not for one Harry Potter and certain girls. Warning: contains some non-explicit lemons.

As usual, I don't own any of the rights to Harry Potter characters and world. These belong to J.K. Rowling and her associates. I'm only here to play with them for my pleasure and yours. [Harry/Hermione/Padma/Daphne]

A.N. When I started this story I thought it would only be a one shot. When I decided to stop, having reached an appropriate end, I found it was too long. So, now you have it as a three-shot – quite appropriate, as it has three nice ladies in there. Enjoy!

1

Harry read the big banner above the entrance doors with some mixed feelings. It spelled, "Welcome to the Graduation Ball, Class of 1999", but his thoughts lingered for a while on those who would never graduate, having perished in the war that raged at Hogwarts merely a year earlier.

The class of '99 was the largest since more than a century. It was no wonder, though, as it was actually both '98 and '99, as no one could graduate the previous year due to the war.

The Graduation Ball was fantastic. Nobody forgot the fallen – they were even mentioned in every speech and in many conversation – yet everybody enjoyed themselves. The Minister congratulated, the parents wiped tears, the guests danced. And the graduates? Well, their joy was not quite complete. They were dreading tomorrow, when they would have to wear the mantle of responsible adults, when they would be expected to know what to do, although a day earlier they were mere students, and when they would no longer have all their friends around them.

Surprisingly, they were all friends now. Even the remaining Slytherins were quite friendly with the other houses, especially with Gryffindor. Draco Malfoy, who was still on probation since his trial, even dated a Gryffindor that year.

Eventually, the guests left, either going home or staying for the night in the guest wing at Hogwarts. The graduating students didn't want to leave yet. It was their last night at Hogwarts, the end of their adolescence, in a way, and they wanted to enjoy it for as long as they could.

The house elves wouldn't let them stay in the Great Hall, though. "It must be prepared for breakfast, in only six hours," the head house-elf said. "You may continue the celebration in the old reception hall."

None of the graduates knew where it was, but the house elves led them and it only took a few minutes for them all to move to that hall, which was richly decorated and had a multitude of chairs, sofas and couches, more than enough to accommodate them all.

They sat in mixed groups. Malfoy was sitting with some Ravencalws and some Gryffindors, including Padma and Parvati Patil. Harry was sitting with Ron and Hermione, not too far from them, along with Daphne Greengrass, Susan Bones and Luna Lovegood. Other groups were just as mixed, and people were constantly changing groups, trying to enjoy the company of as many of their class mates before the night was gone.

Parvati seemed to have a specific idea about the best way to celebrate graduation. She moved to an unoccupied sofa, took off her shoes and stood on it, to be seen by everyone, before she started speaking. "You all know that I wasn't shy in sharing what I've got. Almost every one of you, boys, has visited inside me at least once. I want to celebrate this night by having all of you shag me publicly until we need to leave. Now, who's going to be first?"

Some boys said "I!" very eagerly, yet Parvati didn't pay them any attention. Her eyes scanned the boys – young men, actually – as if looking for someone special, and soon focused on one.

"Harry Potter! I know you like girls and you've even been with a few, yet you never paid any attention to me, not even when I tried explicitly to seduce you. Now I dare you to come here and give me the honor of being my first tonight."

Harry didn't feel too honored, really. Parvati was certainly a beautiful and desirable young woman, that was sure, but she had let practically everybody shag her, if only they could perform. She had started during third year, as far as he knew, and missed almost no boy second year and up. As for him – well... He had stayed virgin until the end of the war. Then, when he was too exhausted to object, several girls wanted to spend some time with "The Man Who Conquered". Hermione didn't think she needed to intervene, except to cast the contraceptive charm on each girl before letting them join Harry in bed. He was too overwhelmed by grief for all those who had died, and Hermione let a select few cheer him up after each and every funeral. Once he moved to the Burrow, Ginny was there to keep his bed warm, at least until he went with Hermione to help her look for her parents in Australia.

Parvati didn't wait for him to contemplate. She started undressing very sensuously, looking him straight in the eyes. Harry could not really object, not without hurting her feelings, and she knew it. He started moving forward, as if dragged by an invisible cord. By the time he stopped, about two feet from Parvati, she was completely naked.

"I think you'll enjoy it much better without clothes," she said, as she closed the gap between them and started undressing him. Harry got out of his stupor and eventually helped her remove his clothes, until he was just as naked as her. He didn't even hear the appreciative whispers of some other girls.

"Don't worry, I'm on the potion," she said to him, as she dragged him to the sofa and positioned him between her thighs. Harry responded instinctively, starting to caress her shapely body, suck her nipples and fondle her tits. She didn't let him dwell on that for long. Soon enough she pushed him in with her legs, not letting him free until he was fully sheathed inside her, ready to continue his part.

The scene folding in front of them didn't leave many of the others indifferent. Some of the girls invited their companions to act the same. It seemed like Parvati's actions had opened the floodgates, as many couples were engaged in the same activity within minutes, using every sofa in the hall and quite a few of the couches as well.

Harry felt his companion reaching her peak, squeezing him tightly with her inner muscles. He could hold no longer, and reached his own peak within seconds.

"I'd say it was something worth waiting for," Parvati said to him after her breathing calmed down. Harry also enjoyed it very much. He didn't love her, but her body was very pleasant to feel, to cuddle with and to eventually penetrate. He couldn't say he regretted being invited. He would have stayed to cuddle some more, but Parvati stood up, not minding the sperm leaking out of her, and looked for the next shag. Harry stood up as well and started collecting his discarded clothes.

"What do you think you're doing?" a female voice asked him.

Harry lifted his eyes. Padma, Parvati's twin, was approaching with evident mischief in her eyes.

"I thought..." he started lamely.

"You didn't think I'll let my sister have all the fun while I get none, did you?"

"I..."

"Undress me now!" It was a command, but it was said quite pleadingly, he noticed. Padma was not known to have slept with any boy, as far as he knew. He was quite surprised by her attitude, really, which was so unlike what he'd known her to be – much more serious and reserved – yet Padma was just as enticing as her sister, and not a bit less beautiful than her. Well, she was her identical twin.

Padma pointed at another sofa that had just been vacated. She stopped in front of it to let Harry undress her. He fumbled a little with her bra, but did it quite well, considering his lack of experience. He stopped to admire her, once she was naked. Although identical twins, they were no longer identical at this age. Padma had somewhat fuller figure than her sister and slightly smaller tits. Her hair was longer and she hadn't shaved her pubic hair. In a way, Harry found her even more desirable than her twin.

She lay on the sofa and beckoned him to mount her, which he did obediently. "Please be gentle. It's my first time," she whispered in his ear as he started caressing her.

It was much slower than before. Harry had to take the initiative now, as Padma had no experience to rely on. He caressed, fondled, kissed, licked and sucked as best as he knew in order to make her enjoy it. Padma was soon returning his favors with vigor, as they were both getting hornier. Harry was surprised to find himself kissing her lips tenderly, yet she seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. By the time he penetrated, taking her virginity, she was so enticed that she barely felt any pain.

They were both panting after a fabulous peak. Harry hugged Padma, who seemed to like being hugged that way, enjoying the way their bodies were touching. Looking around, he noticed Ginny shagging Dean and Luna doing the same with Ron. Farther from him, Pansy was busy with Seamus in a similar way, while Hanna Abbott was enjoying Neville's very prominent asset. He noticed Hermione looking pensively at him.

Padma was finally gaining her breath. "That was fabulous, love," she whispered in his ear before grabbing his lips in a searing kiss. Harry felt surprised. He had never known that Padma had any feelings towards him, yet her words seemed to stir something inside him as well.

"Yes, that was really fabulous," he said gently. He cuddled with her for a bit, not sure about what to do next, yet enjoying the feeling of hugging this exotic beauty with nothing separating their bodies.

He was almost falling asleep with his head on her breasts, when a familiar voice reached his ears.

"Harry, do you mind giving me a similar treatment?"

He turned his surprised glance to Hermione. She had never shown that kind of interest in him, not even when they had been left alone in the tent during the Horcrux hunt or during their visit to Australia. She seemed not to understand his surprise.

"I know I'm not as pretty and..."

"Hermione, you're the prettiest girl here!" he objected.

She smiled reluctantly. "Thank you for your compliment, Harry, but I'm really not that pretty and certainly not as desirable."

He stood up, promptly forgetting Padma. "You're the prettiest and most desirable woman for me, Hermione. Don't ever underestimate yourself, please."

Her smile turned teasing. "Mind to show me how desirable you find me?"

He seemed confused. "Right here, right now?"

"Yes, right here and right now, or am I not as enticing as the Patil twins?"

He turned dead serious. "Hermione, I've already told you that you are. I'm just not sure if I can perform well enough after two..."

A house elf popped near them with a vial in hand. "This will help you, Master."

As soon as Harry took the vial, the house elf popped away, even before Harry could recognize it. He frowned at the vial. "They're dispensing this stamina and virility enhancer since it all started," Hermione said.

Looking around, Harry noticed very few who were still wearing any clothes. Daphne, "The Ice Queen," was one, not unexpectedly, and so was Millicent, probably for a different reason. Most everyone else was busy copulating or resting after such activity. He took another reluctant look at the vial and downed it in one gulp. It tasted much better than he thought it would.

"Undress me now, please," Hermione said softly.

He complied. He could never really refuse Hermione, and she knew it. Her robe went down first, and she kicked her sandals aside. He then removed her skirt, exposing her tiny knickers and then her front button shirt. He was surprised to find she was not wearing a bra, yet her breasts stood firm and proud, just the right size for him to cup each in his palm. It took him a moment to admire her breasts before she moved his hands to her waist, urging him to continue.

He grabbed the elastic band and dragged her knickers down her legs, exposing her trimmed pubic hair, shaped like a heart. Her skin was soft and tight and her buttocks round and firm. He had never been so aware of her being a woman, more desirable than any he could think of.

She still seemed unsure of herself. "Do you like what you see?" Her voice trembled a bit, exposing her insecurity.

"Like it? I love it! Everyone else looks imperfect compared to you!"

"Do you find me enticing enough to... be my first?"

Harry was quite surprised again. He thought she had already been with Ron, at least, yet that was not something he wanted to think about at that moment. "I'd love to be your first and to continue being yours for as long as you want me," he said sincerely.

"Then I'll be yours for as long as you want me," she said. "Now, take me, please."

It was very different than his two previous shags. Hermione's words and actions made his dormant feelings awaken and he knew he wanted this girl, this young woman, to be his life partner, the one he would raise a family with, the one he would grow old at her side. He made love to her tenderly and passionately. Having removed all urgency from this, by having two peaks earlier, made him able to show Hermione all his love and not hurry to the peak.

Hermione was reciprocating his actions, as they caressed, kissed and hugged, their actions intensifying slowly, until they eventually united completely, reaching a higher peak than any of them thought possible.