The fun way to shop

For a while, Harry just watched as two Hufflepuffs locked lips, savoring their moment together. He stood motionless, watching, as Hannah pulled back for a breather, revealing Susan's face to his eyes, shocked but unable to keep a silly smile off her face. Hannah shifted her position a little so her body was aligned with Susan's, their tits smashing together as Hannah leaned in for another kiss, painting an enchanting picture.

Observing two voluptuous women sharing an intense moment together, it didn't take long for his shaft to gain back its firmness. Not willing to stay as an observer for longer, he positioned himself behind them, his gaze on their mounds, separated by less than an inch. Despite his impatience, he stood still for a moment, savoring one of the best dilemmas he had faced in his life.

For a moment, he struggled to decide which girl to pick for the next step. It was a difficult choice, but in the end, Hannah had been the victor of the small competition that was going through in his mind, rewarded by his cock, pressing to her womanhood. Surprised by the sudden intrusion, she had pulled from the kiss for a moment, letting out a loud moan as Harry slipped inside her tight tunnel, her flesh enthusiastically enveloping the tender flesh of his spear. But her moan didn't last long, as she was silenced by Susan's tongue, delving depths of her mouth. Their kiss started to get even more heated, tongues almost tied together, and Harry slowly began to pick up the pace.

A while later, Hannah was squirming under Harry's relentless pace as he pumped again and again, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the room. His hands were almost melded into the pale flesh of her hips, leveraging the grip to drill her even harder. It was something she was enjoying immensely if the way she was pushing her body towards his to enhance the power of the impact even further was any indicator.

Finding her response interesting, he decided to try something a little different. One of his hands left its place for a moment, evoking an upset protest from Hannah, only to replaced by a surprised, but pleasured moan as his palm smacked her backside with a 'thud' that echoed in the room. Harry was worried for a second whether the spank was a little too hard, but only receiving a deep moan in response, he followed with another one, leaving an identical red mark on the opposite cheek.

"More," Hannah managed to murmur in a breathing break between two kisses. "I want more."

Always a gentleman, Harry didn't waste a second as his hand met with her tushy once again, another crack of flesh echoing in the room, her ass jiggling almost hypnotically every time his hands met with her ass, creating an erotic wonder.

Suddenly filled with a desire to dominate her even further, his other hand left the place on her ass, reached towards Hannah's hair and tightly wrapped it around. Then, Harry pulled back her head with no warning, hard, but still careful enough to not to hurt her neck, leveraging the position to its full extent as he plunged his cock into her depths, plowing her like she never experienced before. With the pull, she was dislodged from Susan's lips, her uncontrolled shouts echoing in the room.

"Suck her tits," he suddenly ordered. After a momentary confusion, Susan realized he was talking to her and clamped Hannah's shapely globes with her moist lips, leaving an occasional bite on her pale flesh to drive Hannah further into pleasure.

The sight of the beautiful redhead attacking Hannah's beautiful tits had proved a little too much for Harry, especially when combined Hannah's warmth enveloping him tightly. He was starting to feel dangerously close to an early explosion. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself a little, but the sudden clenching around his shaft proved enough to demolish his hasty plan, pushing him towards a release of his own as her fluids gushed like a fountain.

His heart gripped by a sudden surge of panic, he was barely able to pull out, unloading his haul to her lower back and her plump rump, his pearly liquid contrasting with her red, bruised skin. A satisfied smile appeared on his lips as he collapsed next to Susan, in need of a short break. He placed his head on her generous bosom, breathing like he was fresh out of a marathon.

For a moment he just lay there, Susan's rapid heartbeat massaging his cheek. He amusedly noticed that Susan's eyes were locked on Hannah's lovely bottom, currently decorated with his load. A fun idea came to his mind. He softly grabbed her wrist, pulling it towards the white liquid, using her thin, delicate fingers to scoop a little. "Bon appétit," he said, amused, as he brought her finger towards her mouth.

For a second, she looked a little apprehensive, then her lips cracked a little, allowing his index finger inside, sucking slowly, in a manner that could be described as leisurely. "Wow," Harry murmured. "It looks even hotter than the first time."

"What first time," Hannah interjected, rising from the haze she was in, causing Susan to suddenly stop and pull her finger out of her mouth, trying to imitate a ripe tomato. Hannah looked at her, confusion clear on her gaze.

Thoroughly amused by the sudden turn of events, he started speaking in a low, husky voice. "Well, apparently our redheaded friend here enjoys nighttime snacks a little too much. So, when she saw you were wasting the gift I have given you on Christmas night, she decided to not to let it go to waste." He smiled lecherously. "Believe me it was a heavenly sight."

"You don't say," Hannah murmured, her eyebrows rising a little in surprise, then turning her gaze towards Susan, a playful edge in the depths of her brown eyes.

"I think such naughty behavior deserves some punishment, don't you think?" Harry said. Seeing Hannah nod enthusiastically, he smiled. "Turn around, stand on your hands and knees!" he continued, his voice much sharper, ringing like a whip.

Susan followed his sudden command almost instantly, getting to the pose as Harry ordered in less than a second, her round ass pointing upwards, her delectable breasts freely wobbling. He let one of his hand graze her erect nipples, slowly caressing the soft skin of her globes. He could feel her heartbeat under his fingers, getting even faster, excitement clear on her face.

He reached for his wand, and a wave later, a bottle from his bag flew to his hand. He left his wand to the ground after casting one more spell, this time targeting Susan. It was a variant of cleaning spell, adapted for unique bedroom purposes. He twisted the bottle open, pouring some lubricant to his fingers.

He rubbed her plump cheek a little, leaving tracks of shining liquid. Then he spanked her softly, earning a gasp, her tushy rising in the preparation of another. This time, instead of smacking her once more, he let his index finger travel along her crack, stopping at her puckered hole, pressing a little. His first digit slipped inside with almost no resistance.

"Harry what are you doing?" she said, shocked by the sudden turn of events.

Disregarding her shocked objection, he pressed on, another digit of his index finger slipping inside. "You didn't think you could get away with just a spanking, right?" He pushed once more, rest of his finger disappearing from sight. "Hannah, what do you think?"

"While she could learn a lot from a good spanking, I think it is a little too light for our little molester," she said, her hungry look ruining the effect of her fake-stern voice, not that Susan could see it. "She could learn a lot from a through punishment."

Harry noticed Susan's back straightening as she readied herself for things to come. His finger started to slip in and out, almost at crawling pace at first to let her relax, slowly picking up speed as the time passed. In the beginning, Susan managed to maintain control of her voice, staying silent under the quickening assault of Harry's finger, but she started to show signs of strain when a second one joined the first. When the third had entered the equation, her lips were unable to hold her moans inside, echoing in the room.

"How about a little help," Harry asked as his fingers went in and out. For a moment, she looked a little thoughtful, then smiled, grabbing the discarded bottle of lubricant. She squeezed a generous amount of liquid to her palm, using her palms to spread it to the valley between her breasts. "It wasn't exactly what I had in mind," Harry said, though he wasn't very dissatisfied with the resulting vision.

"Are you sure?" Hannah replied, with a smile, leaning towards his crotch. Her hands pressed her tits together, catching Harry's erection in between, slowly moving up and down. An approving growl left his lips as the fingers that were probing Susan picked up speed, preparing her for the next step.

"It is time," he mouthed at Hannah, wanting to surprise Susan with the next step, though he was barely able to hold back a disappointed sigh as Hannah's soft tits left the position around his erection. After Hannah pulled away, he slowly placed herself near Susan's rump, who was unaware of the incoming intrusion.

Then he pulled his fingers off altogether, replacing with his fully erect cock before Susan could notice their absence. Susan noticed something was different only after he pushed his cock deeper than where his fingers were capable. She reacted with a surprised cry. As he continued driving, her cries continued, the initial surprise replaced by equal amounts of pain and pleasure.

He started with a slow pace, crawling in and out her hole, making her writhe under his expert touch. "Why don't you help me a little," he asked Hannah once more. In response, Hannah grabbed Susan's lower cheeks, pulling apart to reveal her puckered hole, skewered by Harry's spear.

His hips started to move faster.

He reached, letting her auburn hair fill his palm, pulling them for extra leverage as he invaded places that had never been touched before. Susan's pleasure filled cries were filling the room, getting louder and louder, as his plowing got harder and harder.

His gaze caught Hannah's visage, a mixture of excitement and impatience. Another idea appeared in Harry's mind, he picked up his wand and turned towards Hannah. "You look a little bored," he said to Hannah. "Want to join?"

Hannah was confused until Harry waved his wand once more, conjuring a pink strapon, already tied to her waist. Meanwhile, Harry wrapped his arms around Susan's torso, pulling her up together with him, both standing on their feet. Hannah appeared in front of Susan almost instantly, plunging her new toy to her depths, their bodacious bosoms smashing each other. An earthshaking, pleasure filled shout echoed in the room, straining the silencing charm he put earlier to its limits.

Standing on her feet, pounded by a toy from the front, by the real deal from behind, two pairs of hands caressing every part of her body, the climax hadn't took long to arrive, only the support provided by the bodies on her both sides allowing her to stay on her feet.

But neither Harry nor Hannah showed the slightest inclination to stop ravaging her, continuing to impale her without showing even the slightest shred of mercy as Susan's body shook with repeated orgasms, filling her mind with ecstasy as Harry deposed load after load in her.

They let Susan free only after she started looking around in uncomprehending eyes, behaving like she had a few too many drinks. She collapsed almost instantly when Hannah stopped holding her, forcing Harry to catch her in bridal style. When he was carefully laying her on the bed, she was already unconscious.

"That… was… amazing!" Hannah said, her face burning with excitement and desire.

"Yes, it was," Harry said, waving his wand once more to dispel the strap on she was wearing. He reached the lotion bottle, filling his hand with a generous amount. "But I think it is your turn now."

Hannah smiled. "I thought you would never ask," she said as she positioned herself on the bed, directly above the unconscious form of Susan, placing her hands on her cheeks, creating one of the most beautiful invitations Harry had ever seen…


Harry smiled as he gazed upon passed out figures of Susan and Hannah, their bodies still intertwined as they lay on Susan's bed. Getting away from that enticing scene was a real challenge for him despite the tiredness of his flesh, but he managed to gather his willpower enough to pull the blanket on their beautiful figures. Then, he donned his invisibility cloak and raised his wand, dispelling all the locking spells still on the door with one dismissive wave, and left the Hufflepuff tower after making sure he locked the door behind himself.


A few days later, Harry was slowly sneaking towards his unaware target, whose attention fully on the books open in front of her. His feet were barely making any noise as they glided over the stone floor. Standing behind her target, he leaned in, grabbed his target's bushy hair, gently tipping her head back.

Caught unawares by the sudden assault, Hermione panicked. Her mouth opened in shock, but a pair of lips that covered her mouth to prevent any noise from escaping her small, delectable mouth. She struggled for a moment, but her efforts suddenly stopped when she realized the identity of her assailant. Instead of continuing her exertion, her lips started to reply in kind, letting her tongue out to battle his aggressive one.

They kept the same position for a while, then he pulled back, leaving her purring, her face alight with excitement, her bushy brown hair ruffled. "How many times I have to tell you that do not sneak up on me," she said, trying to sound stern, but her voice lacking even the slightest bit of heat. Her glowing face and a huge smile weren't exactly helping her case either. "Not to mention you sneaking into girls' dorm in playing daylight. What if the girls' were still in the room."

"At least one more time," he replied. "And who said the girls were out." He pointed towards the bed which was currently occupied by the sleeping figure of Lavender, her already short nightgown climbed to her upper thighs, revealing her long, smooth legs. He saw Hermione's mouth opening in panic, but he silenced her protest with yet another kiss.

"Harry!" she hissed when he finally pulled back. "What if she wakes up!"

"Maybe she would like to join us," Harry said, teasing her slightly. Like previous times he mentioned an eventual threesome, she gained a deep red tone, quickly clamming up. Her initial enthusiasm about having other girls accompanying them to their nighttime activities had waned quickly in the following days, rejecting Harry's occasional offers of convincing Lavender or Parvati to join them.

Harry knew her enough that it was her insecurities that preventing her from taking the final step, afraid to compare herself with the girls such as Lavender. After all, he was sure that she was showing some bisexual tendencies, evident by the occasional longing glances she was throwing to Lavender's sexy figure, even at the moment. "Anyway," he said, changing the topic. "Wear some muggle clothing, we need to be in the McGonagall's office in ten minutes."

"Why?" Hermione said. "And why do I need to wear muggle clothing?"

"Surprise," he said mischievously, but his desire to stretch the explanation had wilted quickly under her pointed gaze. Despite their repeated encounters while wearing less than appropriate clothing, her demanding glare lost none of its potency, gaining an ethereally scary quality that rivaled dementors whenever something was between her and information. "Okay, okay," he mumbled, raising his hands in a mock defensive gesture. "I managed to convince McGonagall to give me permission to go to muggle side of London, to buy several items for the second task. And considering my non-existent knowledge of London, guess who is allowed to join me on my shopping trip."

A smile blossomed on her face as she grabbed him with one of her patented hugs. "Oh Harry, do you think we can visit my mum for a few minutes at least. I missed her so much."

"Well, I'm not sure about that, because we will be a little too busy during the day," he said, watching her face fell a little, then continued. "But I'm sure you can see her as much as you want during the night since the permission also includes an overnight stay."

"Jerk," she murmured, smiling. She hit his chest playfully, but hard enough to sting a little, followed by a hasty kiss. "Okay, I'm going to change."

"Yes," Harry said as he sat on her bed, his eyes locked firmly on his body.

"Turn your back," Hermione said, blushing a little, tapping her foot in impatience.

"Nope," Harry said, sitting comfortably. "Do you really think I would ever turn down the opportunity of seeing your beautiful body?"

"Harryyy!" she whined, but she was unable to prevent a wide grin appearing on her face.

"We are going to be late," he said. "Hmm, how to explain McGonagall about why we were late?"

"Jerk," she said, but her fingers were already flying over the buttons of her robe. A second later, it pooled on the ground, quickly followed by her skirt and blouse. She opened her wardrobe, leaning to search for some appropriate clothes, her modest panties straining to contain her delectable posterior.

Seeing the impressive view, his manhood returned to life almost instantly. He stood up and walked behind her, grabbing her hips, tightly pressing his covered shaft to her rump.

"Harry, stop!" she said. "We are in a hurry."

"Then hurry up," Harry said, starting to push his hips forward in a slow, steady rhythm.

She said nothing further as she continued looking for an appropriate wear, but Harry noticed that her hips started to match his movements almost exactly, a small wet patch appearing over her womanhood. Wanting to escalate a little further, he let his hands browse over her back, slipping under her shoulder straps…

They continued like that for a few minutes. Harry noted that her search for clothes slowed considerably, her hands busy holding to the wardrobe to compensate for her trembling legs. After all the naked marathons they had together, he was able to effortlessly recognize the signs of an impending orgasm.

But instead of escalating the situation, he just placed a small kiss on her shoulder and whispered into her ear: "We are going to be late, so I should leave you to dress up. Meet me at the common room in five minutes." Then he pulled back, chuckling at her primal grow, showing her annoyance at the sudden loss of contact. He threw his invisibility cloak on, leaving her about to climax, but without a release. And before she could articulate a sentence, he was already out of the room…


Hermione Granger had worked up quite a temper when she walked into the common room. Her annoyance was further enhanced by the fact that she lacked an opportunity to lash at him -or to finish what he started back in the room- as they dashed towards McGonagall's office, already late. Though the fact that they were late hadn't prevented Harry from stealing several small but heated kisses, or sneaking a few touches whenever they found themselves in a relatively deserted part of the school, pushing her towards the edge, but with no release. Apparently, the month they spent together, doing the horizontal dance, had taught him how to play her like an upright bass, keeping her just on the edge without a release.

She was aware that Harry was enjoying the way she was squirming as McGonagall went through a lengthy explanation about rules and propriety. She was barely able to hold herself from shouting at her hurry up, her body burning with pleasure. However, she lacked the opportunity to somehow fix the situation even after McGonagall had finished her talk, since they flooed from her office to Leaky Cauldron. Luckily, the place was quite barren in the morning, and they were able to sneak out without being noticed by the patrons of the bar.

First, they stopped at an ATM, getting some money. She had helped him to open an account this summer, a few days after he he celebrated his eighteenth birthday. She trailed him as they visited several specialty shops, assembling an extensive set of diving equipment, even including a harpoon shooter, collecting his loot in his bag, enchanted with extension and weight reduction charms.

"So, how about we do a little shopping for you," he suddenly said as they walked through the streets of London, having recently completed his shopping. Then, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a department store, without waiting for a response from her.

"Harry, I have enough clothes," Hermione murmured, but she let him pull her towards the women's section without any resistance, starting to feel like a leaf in the wind once again. And like all the previous times she felt like that, she couldn't help but follow him wordlessly, his dominance flaring up to devour any objection she might field.

Seeing him like that once more, she was unable to prevent herself from comparing him to the way he was earlier this year. She had to admit that the Triwizard tournament had been tremendously beneficial for Harry. She had liked the old Harry. He had always been an excellent, giving friend, even risking his life for her sake, in more than one occasion. But all of his exemplary achievements and traits, she hadn't been able to actually respect the old Harry. She had liked him enough to risk her life in turn, but it was almost impossible to feel any respect towards him when he was perfectly content to act like a doormat for everyone whenever he was not in a life-threatening situation.

It was actually the reason why she distanced herself after the champion selection fiasco. It wasn't just that she was so angry with him for accepting everything in face value once again. She also realized that if he had been able to continue to rely on her, he would do like he always did, accepting the all against him without any complaint until the people changed their mind once more, then accepting them back when they showed slightest inclination of regret, not even asking for an apology.

So she deliberately distanced herself. It was sad to see him being attacked by every corner, but she somehow managed to stay away. She did as much as she could to prevent or defuse what she could without being noticed, but still kept her distance, staying neutral in public. She had been aware that by doing so, she was risking the best friendship she had, and probably would ever have. But she decided she had owed him enough to try.

Watching him in the first task, she felt so proud of him, but the pride she felt had a bitter after taste. She was sad that she had to lose her best friend in the process of allowing him to grow…

So, when he approached her the day after Yule Ball, talking like nothing was changed, she felt aesthetic, jumping headfirst to the opportunity to amend the relationship between them. Though rest of the day somehow went off the rails in a way she never expected.

When she went with him to the pool, to hear the poem of golden egg, she decided to tease him a little by wearing a skimpy set of bikini, partly because she wanted to give him a little apology gift for not being there for him for that difficult times, and partly because she was feeling a little jealous of Lavender's blissful state after the ball. After seeing Lavender's messy, but delighted state, it didn't take a genius to understand what Harry and Lavender were up to after the ball.

However, her decision to tease him somehow went off the rail quite fast. One moment, she was teasing him with a little swimming competition. The next, she was being repeatedly impaled by his huge cock, captured by his sheer presence. She was enchanted by his manliness, so deep that she somehow gave him the license to have other girls on the side, even agreeing on future threesomes…

A small tap on her shoulder distracted her from her thoughts. She blinked a few times, then blushed, realizing they were standing in the lingerie section. She turned to see Harry waiting, a set of underwear on his hand. "Why don't you try this, I'm sure it would fit you perfectly," he said, pushing them in her hands.

Feeling a little bashful, she took them and almost dashed into the nearest dressing booth, not even checking the pair he pushed to her hands. She quickly shed her bulky clothes, standing still for a moment in her white, modestly cut underwear. A little hesitant, she quickly removed them too, reducing her to her birthday suit. Her nipples were hard, she was still aroused by Harry's earlier teasings. Then she turned her attention towards the set Harry gave her, her eyes almost popping out of their places as she looked at them. Both the bra and the knickers were light blue, barely larger than half of her her palm. And to drive things further, she was able to see her fingers from the other side, despite the fabric on the way.

For a moment, she considered not wearing them, her shyness rearing its head once again. But, she was aware that these were a challenge from Harry, and she didn't like to admit defeat, especially in an issue as simple as wearing a pair of underwear in a dressing booth.

She started to pull the panties up, its silky fabric caressing her toned legs, causing her to gasp in pleasure. The view was breathtaking, with it a small patch of lace covering her womanhood, but nothing else. Then she pulled the bra on, covering her round globes with fabric that was somehow more revealing that being naked. She gazed herself in the mirror, unable to believe her eyes. She knew she was pretty, but sexy was never a word she would use to define herself… At least until she saw herself dressed this flimsy piece of underwear, somehow managing to enhance her nakedness…

Her eyes firmly on her reflection, her hands started to wander over her body, almost without a conscious thought, caressing her skin to spread small shivers on her body. Her hands met the flimsy fabric of her bra, slowly palming her globes. Her eyes were closed, one of her hands started to travel down, about to reach her womanhood. Two other hands softly grabbing her ass, caressing slowly…

Her eyes popped up in panic upon realizing that she wasn't alone in the cabin. Reflexively, her mouth opened to let out a panicked shout, but a hand found her mouth, keeping her shout inside! Her heart beating like crazy, it took a few seconds for her to realize her assailant was none other than Harry. She stopped struggling, waiting for him to pull his hand off her mouth. "What are you doing here!" she hissed, trying to keep her voice low.

"You have been gone for a while, so I decided to check if you are okay," Harry said, his innocent expression so thick that Hermione didn't believe it even for a moment. "Then I noticed you were massaging yourself and decided to help a little. It is not a problem, right?" His hands found her hips once more, slowly palming her supple flesh, the flimsy texture of her new panties proving no barrier to his touch, the soft, silky fabric enhancing the feeling even more. Her mind slowly being invaded by pleasure once more, she was unable to come up with a response to his rhetorical question. His body smashed her own, letting her feel his full erection, pressing to her backside. It was already out of his pants, allowing her to feel its presence completely as it got lodged into her crack.

Then he grabbed her chin, turning her head a little. Their lips met, his tongue scouring her mouth. Distracted by the kiss, she didn't notice his hand pulling her panties a little sideways, allowing direct access to her pussy. But she definitely noticed when his cock, hard and throbbing, plowed into her depths in one swift movement, facing almost no resistance from her already wet insides. Pleasure radiated from her core, resulting in a pleasure filled wail to echo in the room.

Momentarily, she completely forgot where she was, moaning and shouting loudly as Harry pummeled her from behind, her eyes wide open, watching the way their bodies touched each other in the mirror, almost hypnotized. Feeling her body slacken a little, she pressed her hands to the mirror to keep himself up, enjoying the way Harry was scraping her insides.

Distracted, she hadn't heard the knock on the cabin door, at least first few times. Then she noticed a stomping on the door. "Madam, we are about to come inside, please make sure that you are decent."

She panicked, realizing she forgot to keep her voice quiet, somehow disregarding the fact that she was still in the dressing booth of a department store. She turned towards Harry, about to ask him to stop, but instead he started kissing her, stealing her voice. The fear and the panic she was feeling wasn't unexpected, but the sudden surge of excitement definitely was, momentarily breaking her hold of the reality. When her mind came back, the door already clicked open, slowly being pushed forward, about to reveal her indecent body to public.

Then, she noticed Harry, throwing a silverly fabric to cover their bodies just as the door opened, hiding them from the sight of the mundane. A woman appeared on the door, red in anger, but her expression turned into confusion when she saw no one inside the cabin. "Huh, I was sure the voice was coming from this one," she murmured to herself, looking into the cabin, a little stupefied.

Meanwhile, Hermione was writhing with pleasure under Harry's slow, deep strokes, filling her completely, his lips preventing any errand sound from escaping her own. Her excitement was multiplied by the foreign presence a foot away from them, about to be caught, yet still hidden. Writhing in pleasure, she didn't care that the woman had left the entrance, nor the open state of the door, her attention once again focused onto the seven-inch of meat, stretching her insides.

Then, she felt his hands on her hips once more, forcing her to walk out of the cabin. Panicked, she pulled off the kiss, whispered: "What the hell are you doing?"

"Multitasking," he said, continuing pumping into her. "Why to waste such an excellent opportunity to shop?"

Somehow, she was unable to gather energy to reject that statement. Following his directions, she found herself in the lingerie section once more, trying to pick which lingerie to buy. Her picks came as a surprise, even to herself. They had almost no substance, an amalgamated mass of transparent fabric, loose lace and fishnets, stockings and garter belts thrown in for good measure.

"Perfect," Harry whispered into her ear after she pointed about a dozen set of underwear. "So, how about you also pick some more, this time as gifts."

"For whom?" she asked, a little surprised about the complete lack of jealousy in her own voice. She thought about it for a second, then just shrugged, deciding it wasn't an issue that was worth pondering for now.

"To whomever you want," Harry said, his hand caressing the soft skin of her globes, his cock slipping in and out.

"Are you that confident?" she asked, challenge clear in her voice.

"Of course."

Hermione smiled a little, enjoying the light banter Harry was putting on the subject. But her competitiveness was still alive and well, so she started to think some candidates that would be hard. "Let's start with Lavender," Hermione said, pointing a purple teddy that looked like one size too small for Lavender.

"Nice choice," Harry said, though she wasn't sure if he was referring to the lingerie. He started to rub her naked stomach as he continued pumping her, causing her skin to electrify. "Next?"

She pointed two sets of underwear, one white corset, fluffy looking, complete with angel wings and a halo, the other containing red, flimsy panties and bra along with a small trident and devil horns. "Parvati and Padma," she said. "Together." She smirked, knowing just how competitive both sisters could be when it came to boys. There was almost no chance that Harry would be able to convince them for something like that, especially together.

"Interesting, I like it," he whispered, suddenly plunging himself deeper, eliciting a gasp, his hands moving up to her tits, slowly kneading. But just when she felt like an orgasm was coming, but he suddenly slowed, keeping her on the edge, not letting her to pass the side of release.

Hermione decided to punish him a little for leaving her on the brink once more, so she decided to pick an impossible candidate for the next one. She pointed to a set almost exactly in Gryffindor colors. The bra was almost nonexistent, Hermione wasn't sure that it would even cover the nipples of her candidate despite her modest bust size. The panties were scarcely better, modeled as a g-string, barely covering anything in the back, the semi-transparent patch of cloth on the front somehow enhancing the view of everything that needed to stay hidden. The set was completed by crimson, thigh high stockings. "Daphne Greengrass," Hermione said, smirking victoriously.

"Somebody is playing for the keeps," Harry whispered into her ear. "Anyway, I think this is enough shopping." He started to pull back.

For a moment, she felt on the edge, thinking Harry is planning to leave her hanging once more. But before she could articulate her thoughts, his presence slammed into her, burying his full length. He pumped once, twice… Under his determined assault, she lost her ability to count, her brain not caring about any possible ramification as her voice started to get louder once more. She barely noticed that several people were looking around, confused by the sound of her cries, ringing in the air without any apparent source, store clerks frantically moving around to somehow to prevent it.

Then, something clicked inside her once more as her long awaited climax arrived, pleasure completely subjugating her mind, his tight hold on her only thing preventing an outright collapse. "Best shopping trip ever…" she murmured as she let herself fall back into Harry's strong arms, enjoying the way his muscles wrapping around her, his erect presence still inside her…