Two plus one equals fun
A/N: Yes, here it is, the fourth chapter of my Ginny/Hermione love story. If only Rowling could write this quickly. Anyways, just to recap, I do not own any of the characters, just the ideas of what takes place in it. This is a fictional parody it is not true nor approved by the author. I write these fictitious story for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because I can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where I, the author am located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution.
It had been two weeks since the incident concerning Draco, and while Ginny and Hermione still made love, they had since learned to be much more discreet in where they did it. It was now Thursday, two days before the Spring Dance, and Hermione and Ginny were seated with Harry, Ron, and Neville, discussing who was going with who while they munched on a dinner of hot pot pies and salads.
Harry was going with Cho, meaning that there on-again off-again relationship was currently on, Ron had asked Denise Troy, a fifth year from Hufflepuff to go, and now the rest were laughing at Neville's choice of a date, Luna Lovegood.
"I tell you though, she's cute," protested Neville, his face becoming red, "I mean, yeah, she can be odd at times, but still she's really nice."
"Oh, don't worry what they say," said Hermione, reaching across the table and giving Neville's arm an encouraging pat, "Whoever you want to take is fine."
"Yeah, but come on, Loony?" asked Ron with a chortle which turned into a gasp as Ginny slammed her elbow roughly into his side.
"May I have your attention please?" came a loud voice from the teacher's table. The Great Hall began to quiet as it was realized that it was Professor Dumbledore talking.
"Thank you, thank you," said Dumbledore as the talking ceased, "Now, as you know, the Spring Dance is on Saturday. I wish to tell you all that this will be a masquerade dance, so everyone will be wearing masks and something other than your dress robes."
"Blimey, after I got new ones and everything," muttered Ron.
"Now then, I know that many of you have taken the time to go find a date to this party," said Dumbledore with a twinkle in his eye, "But for the sake of celebration I am asking that you do not go together, or tell anyone who you are under the mask. This will allow you to mingle with your classmates with fewer pre-conceived notions of them."
"Perfect," thought Ginny silently, "Now me and Hermione can dance, and no one will know."
"Alright, now if I make a pass at Parvati she won't know its me," thought Ron to himself.
"God, if I could shag Cho on Saturday, life will be good," mused Harry silently, letting his hormones take control.
"God, is dinner done already?" thought Neville.
"Good, now the feast will start at 7 followed by the ball at 8. Girls and boys will be assigned to tables randomly for dinner, then will enter the ball room from separate doors. Everyone got it? Good. Now time for dessert," finished Dumbledore as he sat down, swung his long beard over his left chin, then proceeded to spoon chocolate pudding into his mouth.
"Well this is an interesting devolpment," said Hermione.
"Yeah, but hey, all the fun of school right?" asked Ron with a smile.
After dinner Ginny and Hermione left the others to go study. They headed towards the Room of Requirement, a place they knew would be deserted and therefore quiet for study. They entered and the room was covered from top to bottom with books: books on Charms, on Potions, on the stars and on the reading of entrails, and even books on reading magic books.
The two studied quietly for about an hour, Hermione on Potions and Ginny on Transfiguration. They stopped then and then began to quiz each other with practice tests that were in the room in nicely labeled drawers. After this studying session, the two left the room, then reentered.
Now though, the room had changed. Instead of a study room, the place now boasted a large bed covered in red silk sheets. Candles floated softly around the bed, while romantic music played in a subdued manner.
"I can't believe we can only do this once a day," moaned Ginny as she began to pull of Hermione's clothing.
"Well ,we do do it more than once while we're here," said Hermione with a grin as Ginny pulled down her own panties and began to touch herself as Hermione began to remove the rest of her own clothing.
"So what about Saturday?" asked Ginny as she fell onto the bed, naked and watching lustinly as Hermione crawled onto the bed and up towards her.
"I think we make a point to be seen there, then we sneak off here. If we get here by nine and the curfew won't be until 1 in the morning, so that gives us four glorious hours to please each other," said Hermione as her hands began to work their magic on Ginny's breasts.
"Mmm," moaned Ginny as the last of her restraint gave way to lust, "I can hardly wait."
The night of the Dance:
"Alright ready to go?" asked Ron to Ginny as she arrived in the common room.
"My God Ron, you look like a Muggle!" exclaimed Ginny as she saw her brother. He did indeed, dressed in a pair of baggy black pants, a long sleeve black shirt and a mowhawk made out of his red hair.
"Thanks, I got the idea out of a magazine Harry has," said Ron as he pulled a flowery mask out of his pocket and pulled it on, "Now what about you? You should not be wearing that."
Ginny had dressed not as a girl, but as a guy, figuring that Hermione would dress as a girl. She had borrowed Harry's dress robes, then pulled her hair up underneath a wig of black hair. She had also applied Drizzney's Temporary Freckle-Be-Gone in order to hide them. She pulled on a domino mask that covered her eyes, and even Ron had to admit he could barely recoginze her.
"So where are Hermione and Harry?" asked Ginny.
"They went on ahead," said Ron, "Seems Hermione has decided to give Harry pointers on how to keep himself from having a row with Cho tonight."
"Good. God forbid if those two managed to stay together to go on a second date," said Ginny as the two Weasley's grinned at each other.
(A/N: For those who care, I REFUSE to have the Weasley's come anywhere close to committing incest, so don't even think its going to happen)
The two headed down to the Great Hall, where tiny Professor Flitwick (you could tell it was him, even under his full face mask of a dragon) stood assigning people numbers to the table.
"Ah, Ron you are at table number 14 over towards the center," said Flitwick pointing.
"See you later, don't get in any trouble," said Ron as he walked out.
"And Ginny, let me see here, you are at table 18 over towards those windows," said Flitwick.
"Thank you Professor," said Ginny then went to her seat. Each table had room for five people, and already two people were sitting at her table.
"This masquerade really does hide everyone's identies," said Ginny quietly to herself, looking for anyone she knew.
"You look cute tonight," said a boy's voice from behind her.
"What, oh, thanks," said Ginny as she turned around. The boy was medium build, dressed in a robe and from behind his pro wrestler-like mask a pair of blue eyes gleamed brightly.
"Good job on the guy costume, if your robes hadn't showed shaved legs, I wouldn't have known," said the boy as he extended his hand, "I'm...oh wait can't tell you seeing as its a masquerade and all."
"Cute, oh your good," said Ginny with a laugh. "Well I don't get a name, you don't get a name, so what do you think of that?"
"I think that if we keep going like this we're going to be zinging each other all night," said the boy.
"So can you at least tell me what house you're from?" asked Ginny with a smile.
"Sure, I'm from Ravenclaw," said the boy, "I'm guessing you're from Gryffindor.
"How did you know that?" asked Ginny amazed.
"Actually, it was a wild guess, you just seem to nice to be from Slytherian," said the boy with a smile.
Dinner was served, and Ginny enjoyed talking it up with the Ravenclaw. She considered the idea that Hermione could be using her metamorphmagi abilities, a thought that seemed to be confirmed when the boys eyes changed to brown at one point, before changing back to blue.
"Well, if she wants to do that, then two can play this little game," thought Ginny as the food was cleared away and the dance floor opened up.
"Want to dance?" asked Ginny as she grabbed the boy's hand.
"But I don't dance," he protested but still allowed himself to get pulled.
The two hit the dance floor with 20 other dancers as towards the front where the staff table usually sat, 2 guitars, a base, drums, and a turntable began to play themselves, putting out a fast rhythm dance beat, getting everyone going.
The two danced, swinging around, then to tempt, Ginny turned her back to the guy and slithered up and down, making a point for her gorgeous ass to stay just a few inches from the guy's groin. Not to be outdone, the guy spun her around, grabbed a leg and dipped her down, twitching his fingers slightly and causing shivers to run up Ginny's spine.
After about twenty minutes of dancing, Ginny was certain that this was Hermione in disguise. No one else could turn her on like this boy was doing. The two headed off the dance floor breathless and laughing.
"Do you want to go somewhere a little quieter," yelled Ginny over the roar of the music as more couples headed to the floor around them.
"Sounds good to me," said the boy catching on to the general gist of her ideas. The two left the hall and Ginny lead them towards the Room of Requirement.
"I have to admit, you make a pretty cute guy. If I were gay, and you a guy, I would so take you," said the guy with a smile.
"And if you were a cute girl, I would take you," replied Ginny returning the smile. "I have to admit though, your powers as a metamorphmagi are pretty good, I couldn't have recognized you if you hadn't been so like yourself."
"Um, I think you may be making a mistake, and...oh...christ," began the boy as Ginny through open the door to their passion room.
On top of the bed, Hermione was laying naked, her legs spread, and was teasing herself with her finger.
"Ginny, you're late and...I'm..." Hermione's seductive talk was halted by her realization of the boy in the mask standing beside her lover.
"What's going on here?" asked Ginny as she stared first at Hermione then at the boy behind her, noting unconciously that both of their jaws were hanging down.
"I think we may need to figure this out," said Hermione quietly as she pulled on a robe and knotted the belt around her thin waist.
"Yes, we should," whispered the voice in confusion as he stepped in the room and closed the door behind him. He then proceeded to pass out.
"Oh crap," muttered Ginny as she kneeled down and lifted him up, "Care to give me a hand?"
Together the two girls managed to heave the boy onto the bed, where he began to stir. Just as Hermione was about to slap him, he shot up.
"Okay, what's going on?" asked the guy looking at the two girls.
"Well, you see, um..." began Ginny touching her fingers together nervously.
"The two of us are lovers," blurted out Hermione, "We have been for the past few months."
"Well, that's kind of obvious," said the boy, "What I mean is what am I doing here, on this bed, between two girls?"
"Well, we need you to keep this little thing a secret," said Hermione. Her eyes glittered by the candlelight, "And I think we may have something to bribe you with.
"Which is what?" asked the boy staring at Hermione. Behind him, Ginny had caught the look in Hermione's eyes and caught on. With a quick motion, she grabbed the boy's robes and yanked them off, revealing a well-toned chest with a perfect six-pack. He was wearing only boxers underneath and his legs were long and built like tree trunks.
"I think you get the idea," said Hermione as she reached out and ran a hand down his chest, tracing it slowly until she reached the boxers. Her right hand plunged into them as Ginny quickly stripped herself.
"Oh, only average size," thought Hermione quietly, a little disappointed as her hand closed around the shaft. Suddenly the piece of meat gave a little tug upwards. "Oh crap. He's not even hard yet. This guy is huge."
While Hermione was busy with his large dick, Ginny came around and sat on the guys chest.
"I think its time the mask came off," whispered Ginny as she reached for it.
"No, leave it on," he whispered back as he began to feel Ginny's breasts. Ginny lowered herself until her breasts were right above his head and his tounge came out and began to suckle them. Ginny moaned, then turned around, presenting her bare snatch to him. Without a prompt, he stuck his tounge deep into her pussy, circling it around the outside lips before beginning to shoot his tounge in and out.
Hermione began to stroke the guy's meat as it became like a stone in her hand. By the time Ginny had turned around, Hermione was stroking it with both hands and was slowly swallowing the long shaft. Ginny went lower, and her tounge began to lick his ball sack, then moving up, her tounge wrapping around the shaft..
"I get to ride him first," grunted Hermione as she came up, then stood up and postioned herself over the straight up rod. She slowly lowered herself, letting the guy's dick slowly penetrate her wet hole. The guy began to pump upwards while he continued to lick at Ginny's pussy. Ginny moaned, feeling her orgasm quickly rising. She pulled forward, and locked lips greedily with Hermione. Both girls continued to kiss, then moan as their new male lover brought them both to orgasm within seconds of each other. As the two came down from this biological high, the guy moved his head slightly to the side.
"Not to sound greedy," he panted, "But I don't know how much longer I can hold this back."
"Poor baby," cooed Ginny as Hermione pulled herself, leaving his still erect rod coated in her juices. Ginny got between his legs and lowered her mouth onto his rod, taking in the taste of both his pre-come and Hermione's juices. She wiggled her butt in the air suggestively, and she was rewarded with Hermione's familiar tounge beginning to stroke her clit. The boy looked up, watching as Ginny swallow his entire length while Hermione crouched behind her, happily licking at her pussy. He groaned, and released his come, shooting it deep into Ginny's mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but as she sat up some ran out of mouth, down her chin, and landed on her breasts. Hermione came around, and licked it off before engaging her lover with a deep kiss. The boy's tounge entered, and the three enjoyed the taste of pussy and come together as Ginny and Hermione began to stroke his pecker back to full length.
"Sure you're ready for more?" asked Ginny seductively to their masked lover.
"You won't ever slow me down," replied the boy back as he lowered Ginny onto her back. He aimed carefully then slowly began to pump into her, enjoying the tightness the young beauty possessed.
"Better not let you have all the fun," said Hermione as she mounted Ginny's face and shoved her pussy down on to Ginny's face and began to ride the girls tounge. The boy pumped faster as he reached forwards and grabbed onto Hermione's breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her erect nipples and kissing her neck.
The three continued to move and move, and in short order, both Ginny and Hermione reached their orgasms, but still the masked man continued pumping into Ginny' pussy until finally he neared his orgasm and pulled out of her. Hermione got on her knees and together, the two once again finished him off. The three collapsed in a pile of naked, sweating humans, all panting heavily.
"That...was...incredible," groaned Ginny.
"I can't feel my...dick," moaned the guy.
"I can't believe didn't kill each other," paned Hermione.
"Crap, it's midnight," said the guy as he looked at the watch on the wall. He began to pull on his robes, "I have to get back to the common room."
"You...you'll never tell anyone this right?" asked Ginny quietly.
The boy stopped and looked at the two lovers in the eyes, "I'll never let anyone in on your secret, and I promise, I'll never ask for this kind of treatment again. Just once is enough for me."
"Thank you," said Hermione as she reached forward and gave him a hug, with Ginny joining in a second later. The boy broke the embrace, gave a smile, then slipped out.
"That was fun," said Ginny, "but after that, I think that you are still the best lover I'll ever have."
"Hey, we have an hour left," said Hermione as she began to stroke Ginny's breasts eliciting a moan, "And unlike him, I'm not all used up."
Ginny turned and pounced on her lover and the two began another round of passion.
Meanwhile...
He strolled down the darkened halls, making sure no one had followed him out of the room where he had been engaged in amazing sex. Not seeing anyone, the boy stopped behind a pillar, reached up, and removed his wrestler mask. Silently, his well defined muscles softened, becoming weaker. His long, thick legs shortened and became chubbier, and his sharp facial features spread outwards, puffing out his cheeks. Finally, his eyes, the piercing blue eyes changed into a dark brown.
"Dad was right," came the whispered voice of Neville Longbottom as he put the mask inside his robes, "This Mask of Empowerment really did work. I can't believe it. But I'll keep that promise, no one else will know about those two. Or about my other side."
Whistling softly, Neville headed on back to the Gryffindor common room to get some well deserved shut eye.
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A/N: Yes, here it is, the fourth chapter of my Ginny/Hermione love story. If only Rowling could write this quickly. Anyways, just to recap, I do not own any of the characters, just the ideas of what takes place in it. This is a fictional parody it is not true nor approved by the author. I write these fictitious story for the same reason that Larry Flynt made fun of Jerry Falwell, because I can. The Supreme Court of the United States, the country where I, the author am located, has ruled that parodies involving famous people are perfectly and totally legal under the United States Constitution.
It had been two weeks since the incident concerning Draco, and while Ginny and Hermione still made love, they had since learned to be much more discreet in where they did it. It was now Thursday, two days before the Spring Dance, and Hermione and Ginny were seated with Harry, Ron, and Neville, discussing who was going with who while they munched on a dinner of hot pot pies and salads.
Harry was going with Cho, meaning that there on-again off-again relationship was currently on, Ron had asked Denise Troy, a fifth year from Hufflepuff to go, and now the rest were laughing at Neville's choice of a date, Luna Lovegood.
"I tell you though, she's cute," protested Neville, his face becoming red, "I mean, yeah, she can be odd at times, but still she's really nice."
"Oh, don't worry what they say," said Hermione, reaching across the table and giving Neville's arm an encouraging pat, "Whoever you want to take is fine."
"Yeah, but come on, Loony?" asked Ron with a chortle which turned into a gasp as Ginny slammed her elbow roughly into his side.
"May I have your attention please?" came a loud voice from the teacher's table. The Great Hall began to quiet as it was realized that it was Professor Dumbledore talking.
"Thank you, thank you," said Dumbledore as the talking ceased, "Now, as you know, the Spring Dance is on Saturday. I wish to tell you all that this will be a masquerade dance, so everyone will be wearing masks and something other than your dress robes."
"Blimey, after I got new ones and everything," muttered Ron.
"Now then, I know that many of you have taken the time to go find a date to this party," said Dumbledore with a twinkle in his eye, "But for the sake of celebration I am asking that you do not go together, or tell anyone who you are under the mask. This will allow you to mingle with your classmates with fewer pre-conceived notions of them."
"Perfect," thought Ginny silently, "Now me and Hermione can dance, and no one will know."
"Alright, now if I make a pass at Parvati she won't know its me," thought Ron to himself.
"God, if I could shag Cho on Saturday, life will be good," mused Harry silently, letting his hormones take control.
"God, is dinner done already?" thought Neville.
"Good, now the feast will start at 7 followed by the ball at 8. Girls and boys will be assigned to tables randomly for dinner, then will enter the ball room from separate doors. Everyone got it? Good. Now time for dessert," finished Dumbledore as he sat down, swung his long beard over his left chin, then proceeded to spoon chocolate pudding into his mouth.
"Well this is an interesting devolpment," said Hermione.
"Yeah, but hey, all the fun of school right?" asked Ron with a smile.
After dinner Ginny and Hermione left the others to go study. They headed towards the Room of Requirement, a place they knew would be deserted and therefore quiet for study. They entered and the room was covered from top to bottom with books: books on Charms, on Potions, on the stars and on the reading of entrails, and even books on reading magic books.
The two studied quietly for about an hour, Hermione on Potions and Ginny on Transfiguration. They stopped then and then began to quiz each other with practice tests that were in the room in nicely labeled drawers. After this studying session, the two left the room, then reentered.
Now though, the room had changed. Instead of a study room, the place now boasted a large bed covered in red silk sheets. Candles floated softly around the bed, while romantic music played in a subdued manner.
"I can't believe we can only do this once a day," moaned Ginny as she began to pull of Hermione's clothing.
"Well ,we do do it more than once while we're here," said Hermione with a grin as Ginny pulled down her own panties and began to touch herself as Hermione began to remove the rest of her own clothing.
"So what about Saturday?" asked Ginny as she fell onto the bed, naked and watching lustinly as Hermione crawled onto the bed and up towards her.
"I think we make a point to be seen there, then we sneak off here. If we get here by nine and the curfew won't be until 1 in the morning, so that gives us four glorious hours to please each other," said Hermione as her hands began to work their magic on Ginny's breasts.
"Mmm," moaned Ginny as the last of her restraint gave way to lust, "I can hardly wait."
The night of the Dance:
"Alright ready to go?" asked Ron to Ginny as she arrived in the common room.
"My God Ron, you look like a Muggle!" exclaimed Ginny as she saw her brother. He did indeed, dressed in a pair of baggy black pants, a long sleeve black shirt and a mowhawk made out of his red hair.
"Thanks, I got the idea out of a magazine Harry has," said Ron as he pulled a flowery mask out of his pocket and pulled it on, "Now what about you? You should not be wearing that."
Ginny had dressed not as a girl, but as a guy, figuring that Hermione would dress as a girl. She had borrowed Harry's dress robes, then pulled her hair up underneath a wig of black hair. She had also applied Drizzney's Temporary Freckle-Be-Gone in order to hide them. She pulled on a domino mask that covered her eyes, and even Ron had to admit he could barely recoginze her.
"So where are Hermione and Harry?" asked Ginny.
"They went on ahead," said Ron, "Seems Hermione has decided to give Harry pointers on how to keep himself from having a row with Cho tonight."
"Good. God forbid if those two managed to stay together to go on a second date," said Ginny as the two Weasley's grinned at each other.
(A/N: For those who care, I REFUSE to have the Weasley's come anywhere close to committing incest, so don't even think its going to happen)
The two headed down to the Great Hall, where tiny Professor Flitwick (you could tell it was him, even under his full face mask of a dragon) stood assigning people numbers to the table.
"Ah, Ron you are at table number 14 over towards the center," said Flitwick pointing.
"See you later, don't get in any trouble," said Ron as he walked out.
"And Ginny, let me see here, you are at table 18 over towards those windows," said Flitwick.
"Thank you Professor," said Ginny then went to her seat. Each table had room for five people, and already two people were sitting at her table.
"This masquerade really does hide everyone's identies," said Ginny quietly to herself, looking for anyone she knew.
"You look cute tonight," said a boy's voice from behind her.
"What, oh, thanks," said Ginny as she turned around. The boy was medium build, dressed in a robe and from behind his pro wrestler-like mask a pair of blue eyes gleamed brightly.
"Good job on the guy costume, if your robes hadn't showed shaved legs, I wouldn't have known," said the boy as he extended his hand, "I'm...oh wait can't tell you seeing as its a masquerade and all."
"Cute, oh your good," said Ginny with a laugh. "Well I don't get a name, you don't get a name, so what do you think of that?"
"I think that if we keep going like this we're going to be zinging each other all night," said the boy.
"So can you at least tell me what house you're from?" asked Ginny with a smile.
"Sure, I'm from Ravenclaw," said the boy, "I'm guessing you're from Gryffindor.
"How did you know that?" asked Ginny amazed.
"Actually, it was a wild guess, you just seem to nice to be from Slytherian," said the boy with a smile.
Dinner was served, and Ginny enjoyed talking it up with the Ravenclaw. She considered the idea that Hermione could be using her metamorphmagi abilities, a thought that seemed to be confirmed when the boys eyes changed to brown at one point, before changing back to blue.
"Well, if she wants to do that, then two can play this little game," thought Ginny as the food was cleared away and the dance floor opened up.
"Want to dance?" asked Ginny as she grabbed the boy's hand.
"But I don't dance," he protested but still allowed himself to get pulled.
The two hit the dance floor with 20 other dancers as towards the front where the staff table usually sat, 2 guitars, a base, drums, and a turntable began to play themselves, putting out a fast rhythm dance beat, getting everyone going.
The two danced, swinging around, then to tempt, Ginny turned her back to the guy and slithered up and down, making a point for her gorgeous ass to stay just a few inches from the guy's groin. Not to be outdone, the guy spun her around, grabbed a leg and dipped her down, twitching his fingers slightly and causing shivers to run up Ginny's spine.
After about twenty minutes of dancing, Ginny was certain that this was Hermione in disguise. No one else could turn her on like this boy was doing. The two headed off the dance floor breathless and laughing.
"Do you want to go somewhere a little quieter," yelled Ginny over the roar of the music as more couples headed to the floor around them.
"Sounds good to me," said the boy catching on to the general gist of her ideas. The two left the hall and Ginny lead them towards the Room of Requirement.
"I have to admit, you make a pretty cute guy. If I were gay, and you a guy, I would so take you," said the guy with a smile.
"And if you were a cute girl, I would take you," replied Ginny returning the smile. "I have to admit though, your powers as a metamorphmagi are pretty good, I couldn't have recognized you if you hadn't been so like yourself."
"Um, I think you may be making a mistake, and...oh...christ," began the boy as Ginny through open the door to their passion room.
On top of the bed, Hermione was laying naked, her legs spread, and was teasing herself with her finger.
"Ginny, you're late and...I'm..." Hermione's seductive talk was halted by her realization of the boy in the mask standing beside her lover.
"What's going on here?" asked Ginny as she stared first at Hermione then at the boy behind her, noting unconciously that both of their jaws were hanging down.
"I think we may need to figure this out," said Hermione quietly as she pulled on a robe and knotted the belt around her thin waist.
"Yes, we should," whispered the voice in confusion as he stepped in the room and closed the door behind him. He then proceeded to pass out.
"Oh crap," muttered Ginny as she kneeled down and lifted him up, "Care to give me a hand?"
Together the two girls managed to heave the boy onto the bed, where he began to stir. Just as Hermione was about to slap him, he shot up.
"Okay, what's going on?" asked the guy looking at the two girls.
"Well, you see, um..." began Ginny touching her fingers together nervously.
"The two of us are lovers," blurted out Hermione, "We have been for the past few months."
"Well, that's kind of obvious," said the boy, "What I mean is what am I doing here, on this bed, between two girls?"
"Well, we need you to keep this little thing a secret," said Hermione. Her eyes glittered by the candlelight, "And I think we may have something to bribe you with.
"Which is what?" asked the boy staring at Hermione. Behind him, Ginny had caught the look in Hermione's eyes and caught on. With a quick motion, she grabbed the boy's robes and yanked them off, revealing a well-toned chest with a perfect six-pack. He was wearing only boxers underneath and his legs were long and built like tree trunks.
"I think you get the idea," said Hermione as she reached out and ran a hand down his chest, tracing it slowly until she reached the boxers. Her right hand plunged into them as Ginny quickly stripped herself.
"Oh, only average size," thought Hermione quietly, a little disappointed as her hand closed around the shaft. Suddenly the piece of meat gave a little tug upwards. "Oh crap. He's not even hard yet. This guy is huge."
While Hermione was busy with his large dick, Ginny came around and sat on the guys chest.
"I think its time the mask came off," whispered Ginny as she reached for it.
"No, leave it on," he whispered back as he began to feel Ginny's breasts. Ginny lowered herself until her breasts were right above his head and his tounge came out and began to suckle them. Ginny moaned, then turned around, presenting her bare snatch to him. Without a prompt, he stuck his tounge deep into her pussy, circling it around the outside lips before beginning to shoot his tounge in and out.
Hermione began to stroke the guy's meat as it became like a stone in her hand. By the time Ginny had turned around, Hermione was stroking it with both hands and was slowly swallowing the long shaft. Ginny went lower, and her tounge began to lick his ball sack, then moving up, her tounge wrapping around the shaft..
"I get to ride him first," grunted Hermione as she came up, then stood up and postioned herself over the straight up rod. She slowly lowered herself, letting the guy's dick slowly penetrate her wet hole. The guy began to pump upwards while he continued to lick at Ginny's pussy. Ginny moaned, feeling her orgasm quickly rising. She pulled forward, and locked lips greedily with Hermione. Both girls continued to kiss, then moan as their new male lover brought them both to orgasm within seconds of each other. As the two came down from this biological high, the guy moved his head slightly to the side.
"Not to sound greedy," he panted, "But I don't know how much longer I can hold this back."
"Poor baby," cooed Ginny as Hermione pulled herself, leaving his still erect rod coated in her juices. Ginny got between his legs and lowered her mouth onto his rod, taking in the taste of both his pre-come and Hermione's juices. She wiggled her butt in the air suggestively, and she was rewarded with Hermione's familiar tounge beginning to stroke her clit. The boy looked up, watching as Ginny swallow his entire length while Hermione crouched behind her, happily licking at her pussy. He groaned, and released his come, shooting it deep into Ginny's mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but as she sat up some ran out of mouth, down her chin, and landed on her breasts. Hermione came around, and licked it off before engaging her lover with a deep kiss. The boy's tounge entered, and the three enjoyed the taste of pussy and come together as Ginny and Hermione began to stroke his pecker back to full length.
"Sure you're ready for more?" asked Ginny seductively to their masked lover.
"You won't ever slow me down," replied the boy back as he lowered Ginny onto her back. He aimed carefully then slowly began to pump into her, enjoying the tightness the young beauty possessed.
"Better not let you have all the fun," said Hermione as she mounted Ginny's face and shoved her pussy down on to Ginny's face and began to ride the girls tounge. The boy pumped faster as he reached forwards and grabbed onto Hermione's breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her erect nipples and kissing her neck.
The three continued to move and move, and in short order, both Ginny and Hermione reached their orgasms, but still the masked man continued pumping into Ginny' pussy until finally he neared his orgasm and pulled out of her. Hermione got on her knees and together, the two once again finished him off. The three collapsed in a pile of naked, sweating humans, all panting heavily.
"That...was...incredible," groaned Ginny.
"I can't feel my...dick," moaned the guy.
"I can't believe didn't kill each other," paned Hermione.
"Crap, it's midnight," said the guy as he looked at the watch on the wall. He began to pull on his robes, "I have to get back to the common room."
"You...you'll never tell anyone this right?" asked Ginny quietly.
The boy stopped and looked at the two lovers in the eyes, "I'll never let anyone in on your secret, and I promise, I'll never ask for this kind of treatment again. Just once is enough for me."
"Thank you," said Hermione as she reached forward and gave him a hug, with Ginny joining in a second later. The boy broke the embrace, gave a smile, then slipped out.
"That was fun," said Ginny, "but after that, I think that you are still the best lover I'll ever have."
"Hey, we have an hour left," said Hermione as she began to stroke Ginny's breasts eliciting a moan, "And unlike him, I'm not all used up."
Ginny turned and pounced on her lover and the two began another round of passion.
Meanwhile...
He strolled down the darkened halls, making sure no one had followed him out of the room where he had been engaged in amazing sex. Not seeing anyone, the boy stopped behind a pillar, reached up, and removed his wrestler mask. Silently, his well defined muscles softened, becoming weaker. His long, thick legs shortened and became chubbier, and his sharp facial features spread outwards, puffing out his cheeks. Finally, his eyes, the piercing blue eyes changed into a dark brown.
"Dad was right," came the whispered voice of Neville Longbottom as he put the mask inside his robes, "This Mask of Empowerment really did work. I can't believe it. But I'll keep that promise, no one else will know about those two. Or about my other side."
Whistling softly, Neville headed on back to the Gryffindor common room to get some well deserved shut eye.
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