Hey guys, Hugo here. It's been a crazy few weeks, but I'm back. I've decided to remove the numbering system from the chapter names. I don't want to make it more inconvenient for you guys, but I want to have some creativity in naming the chapters, and I just can't do that with the way they're done now. When I published this chapter, I also went back and renamed the earlier episodes to the way I'd originally wanted. Cheers!
"I saw Dean in the showers this morning. He does have a horse cock," Ginny drawled lazily from her bed, where she was flipping through a book on the Chudley Cannons.
"Yeah, but does he know how to use it?" Lavender chortled back. "I know he was with Angelina briefly when she lived in the village last year, but that was only a few months."
"That's enough time for a man to get acquainted," Ginny smirked back. She was ostensibly looking at a photo of the Cannon's chaser scoring an impressive goal, but her eyes were glazed as she remembered Harry furiously pounding her pussy at lunch. She had both lost her virginity and realized how awesome sex was at the same time. She'd liked her session with him and Lavender, of course, but Ginny preferred one-on-one fucking more. It meant she didn't get only half of Harry's attention.
There was a small but derisive snort from the corner of the dormitory. Hermione was hunched over her runes dictionary, clearly listening to the conversation. A faint scowl was spreading over her face.
Ginny let her book fall across her lap and sighed loudly in exasperation. "Hermione, for Christ's sake, what's the problem? You used to love gossiping."
"Well, that was before Harry had sex with all of us and never even told us!" Hermione burst out. She'd wanted to have this conversation ever since her last night with Harry, but couldn't bring herself to disagree with him in person. He was just so sexy…
She shook her head a little and continued. "He treated me so kindly, super gentle, and sure, I loved it and I love him, but there's clearly no real romance in our relationship when he's doing the same thing to, what, five other girls?"
"Probably more," Lavender observed. "And suit yourself, Hermione. Harry absolutely crushed my pussy when I was with him, and it was awesome."
"That's way more detail than I need."
"And then, when he did Ginny and me -"
"What?" Hermione choked. "You two had a threesome?" She looked incredulously from Ginny to Lavender, receiving only shrugs in return. "He's using you like toys!"
"Yeah, but that's what we like!" Ginny said indignantly. "For fuck's sake, Hermione, it's not like you were married to him!"
"Yeah, but the point of a relationship is trust! How can we trust him if he just bangs anything that moves?"
"He doesn't, though," Lavender sniffed. "I was talking to him a while ago. He said he also slept with the Patil twins."
"Both of them?" Ginny perked up.
"Yeah. Apparently they thought they could just have some fun with him, but he took control and fucked them both to sleep. They told me to tell him they want to go again."
"Jesus Christ!" Hermione fumed. She'd been working up pressure over the whole affair for days now, and the steam was finally escaping. "This is absolutely ridiculous. Harry's a good lover, the sex was fun, but come on, we're worth more than that! He can't just act like we're only good for our cunts!"
"What are you gonna do, ask out Seamus Finnigan?" Ginny snorted. "Get real, Hermione, Harry's the hottest boy in our year - unless you want Ron drooling over those tits of yours."
Hermione grumbled something inaudible and threw her book down on her chair. She stormed out, throwing a parting angry look at the pair of them.
"This could be a problem," Ginny observed, sounding bored.
"It will be a problem, I can tell," Lavender replied. "I don't know if we should deal with it or tell Harry."
Ginny chuckled. "Harry will try to solve it by fucking her again, and I know she'll do it but that will only put the issue off for a night. I'm not so much worried about what she wants, just what she does."
"Same," Lavender nodded sagely. "I don't give a damn what she wants or values from a relationship - that's her business - but if she spills the beans on this little arrangement Harry's made, that's going to screw all of us over."
Ginny mused over the situation. "So, we shouldn't tell Harry. This is two complicated and he probably knows nothing about female emotions. Do we want her in the harem or not?"
"Harem?" Lavender mulled over the word. "Why, I suppose we are a harem. In any case, it's better for us if she's out. Think about it - she has the best tits of all of us, and you know Harry's going to be banging her all the time when he could be doing us."
"Yeah… I feel bad doing that, though. Hermione's nice, and I know she just thinks that because she thinks it's the right thing." Ginny felt worried. She didn't want to become a bully and exclude one of her best friends from the most awesome shag-fest ever.
"I know what you mean…" Lavender trailed off, thinking. She perked up after a moment, and said, "We should leave it up to her. Not tell Harry or the others; she'll either come back to him or she won't - either way, it's entirely her choice. We literally don't have to do anything."
"I like that. It doesn't make me feel like we're conniving and scheming against her," Ginny said, feeling relieved. "Just one thing, though: suppose she still doesn't like it after thinking about it. Suppose…" she hesitated, then pressed on, "Suppose she rats us out, for whatever reason. We should have a plan."
Lavender considered this. Frowning, she replied, "Well, we can't put a memory charm over the whole damn school, and Hermione either knows or can guess all the girls Harry's shagged… We have to make sure she doesn't talk."
A grin spread over Ginny's face. "We could blackmail her."
"What do we have on Little Miss Perfect, though?"
"Well, Harry hasn't been fucking just us this whole time…"
"Yeah, but we don't have any proof. There's nothing really damaging."
"So we get proof. Something we can show her to make sure she stays quiet, no matter what."
Lavender grinned back. "You want to take some pictures next time they sleep together?"
Ginny's smile was positively evil. "No, something more damaging and quicker. Let's seduce her and film that."
Lavender raised her eyebrows. "I was down for it because I was getting drilled in the ass, but are you sure she's into girl-on-girl?"
"No," Ginny admitted. "But she's probably horny enough that it would be a simple matter to 'convince' her."
Lavender felt excited and guilty at the same time. "It's a pretty mean thing to do…" she said, secretly hoping Ginny could convince her.
"Oh, come on," Ginny giggled. The thought of suckling Hermione's breasts was making her feel hot. "You can make her eat you out first; I just want some time with those boobs."
This unexpected mental imagery was enough to overrule Lavender's doubts. Imagining Hermione's body intimately pressed against hers was extremely arousing, and suddenly she was eager to press forward with the plan. "I'll find Hermione. You grab Collin's camera."
Ginny was already scrambling off her bed. "Send me a patronus when you find her -"
"Think of a good abandoned classroom -"
"- Figure out how to force her -"
With their plans only half made, the pair of conspirators raced out of the dormitory, already set on seducing an unwitting Hermione Granger.
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The Gryffindor girl in question was walking back up the hallway from the transfiguration room, having clarified with Professor McGonagall why she'd only received a 105% and not 110. She didn't notice Lavender Brown duck into an alcove to avoid her, nor did she hear the whispered patronus cast behind her back.
She'd only gone about twenty feet when Ginny rounded the corner, holding her bag awkwardly in her hand.
"Hey, Ginny," Hermione said tiredly. "Look, I'm sorry about getting angry. I just don't like it."
"I get it, Hermione, I do," Ginny replied smoothly. She sw Lavender peek out from behind Hermione, and knew she had to buy some time for her partner in crime. "Can we talk about it?"
Hermione shook her head slowly, her troubled expression clearing to one of resolution. "No. This whole thing is wrong, Ginny. We shouldn't be just toys for some powerful wizard. It's not right."
Then, the words Ginny had feared: "I'm going to tell Professor McGonagall.
"Hermione, please!" Ginny cried, moving to block her. She saw Lavender pull out her wand, lining up a shot - "Come on, be reasonable! Don't ruin our careers and our damn lives over a few nights!"
"Get out of my way, Ginny," Hermione said dangerously. "Or I'll -"
"Imperio!" The words, though quietly uttered, seemed to reverberate down the passageway. Lavender, looking both determined and regretful, stood pointing her wand at the back of Hermione's head. Hermione's eyes glazed over before she blinked and shook her head. Her frown became a radiant smile and she beamed at Ginny.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Lav!" Ginny moaned, her hands coming to massage her temples. "Did you have to use a goddamn Unforgivable Curse?!"
"It was the only thing I could think of!" Lavender said defensively. "Besides, I did it perfectly; you can't even tell." Ginny scanned Hermione for the telltale signs of an imperius curse, but nodded appreciatively when she saw none.
"I love sex," Hermione said brightly, still smiling like a fool. Behind her, Lavender giggled. She slid her wand back into her pocket and stepped forward, eyeing Hermione's body with the eye of a sculptor.
"I like it a lot!" Hermione continued. "I like it when Harry pushes his big, meaty cock inside of me. I get so wet thinking of him sqeezing my boobies -"
"Shut her up, Lavender," Ginny demanded, pushing open the door to an unused classroom. "Let's get down to business."
The three of them marched inside. Ginny locked the door and cast a silencing charm, well aware that the Transfiguration classroom was close by. Lavender, meanwhile, was having fun with her new power over their busty fellow Gryffindor. Lavender knew the basics of the Imperius curse, but she was impressed with the range of control it gave her. She could control Hermione without needing to hold her wand or make eye contact. She knew Hermione's mind was full of only happiness and bliss, making the girl willing to do anything Lavender could think off.
Ginny felt a twinge between her legs as Hermione began pulling her clothes off. She'd never seen her naked before, but just thinking of the sight was making her grow moist.
"I'm so glad you girls are doing this to me," Hermione said happily. "I'm having so much fun!" With a flourish, she pulled off her shirt, revealing a voluptuous rack that was barely held in check by her bra.
"Okay, now it's just getting weird," Ginny grinned, trying and failing to admonish her partner in crime. Serious as the offense was, she was desperately looking forward to some playtime with Hermione's impressive rack.
As their captive unclasped her bra, Lavender asked, "You have the camera, right?"
"Yeah," Ginny said, pulling it hastily from her bag. "She'll stay quiet when she sees what we made her do." She looked over and saw Lavender shimmying out of her school uniform. There was a familiar naughty glint in the sixth-year's eyes as she inspected the now naked Hermione.
Lavender finished pulling off her clothes and reclined luxuriously on one of the desks. "Alright, Hermione. Eat me out like a little slut!"
Hermione immediately sank to her knees, wrapping her hands around Lavender's thighs and securing herself in place. She delicately licked the outsides of her slit with her tongue, prompting the first of many moans in response. Ginny watched the two girls get into it, noticing that her own fluids were pooling in her sex. Not wanting to miss out on the action, she knelt down behind Hermione, reaching around and cupping the girl's breasts. Hermione moaned a little in response, which only turned her on further. Ginny squeezed her titties, rolling the plump nipples between her fingers, slowly humping Hermione's backside.
Lavender, meanwhile, had wrapped her legs around Hermione's head, locking the girl in place. Lavender squirmed a little as she felt the other girl's tongue pierce her, but the hot pressure of her mouth on Lavender's clit felt so good that Lavender couldn't possibly tear her focus away from the sensation. In the back of her mind, she observed Ginny drooling over Hermione's breasts, but she was too focused on her own pleasure to care much what the other girl did.
Hermione too was in a good spot. With the added bonus of the Imperius curse wiping all her worries away, all she was aware of was Lavender's pussy against her mouth and the wonderful massage her bosom was receiving from Ginny. She loved the feeling of her nipples being played with, and Ginny was clearly enjoying herself too. As soon as she thought of her own satisfaction, the curse gently swept the thoughts from her mind. She had orders to follow: eat Lavender out like a little slut!
With renewed vigor, she dived back into the process. Now she slowly pushed two of her fingers into Lavender's folds, arching them and gently swabbing the other girl's love passage. She carefully timed her faux thrusts in time with Lavender's heaving breaths, trying to establish the perfect rhythm for her horny fellow Gryffindor.
Lavender felt her head hit the table, her hair fanning out behind her as she submitting the last ounce of her strength to wallowing in the ecstasy of thorough attention to her needs. Her legs unlocked, her feet coming to rest on Ginny's shoulders, but the redheaded girl didn't even notice. Ginny was frantically kissing Hermione's neck and shoulders, impatiently waiting for her to finish off Lavender so she could have the busty brunette all to herself.
"Ginny…" Lavender ground out, barely able to speak as pre-orgasm tremors slowly snaked through her body. "Take...some pictures…"
"Oh, right!" Ginny gasped, tearing herself away Hermione and grabbing Colin Creevey's camera out of her bag. With relish, she circled the two teen lovers and began snapping off shots, a variety of close-ups and intimate angles.
Hermione was so thoroughly engrossed in her task that she didn't notice the blackmail she was creating for herself. She looked up at Lavender, and seeing the girl was close to cumming, slipped a third finger in, straining the young girl's pussy and provoking a fresh wail of pleasure. Lavender came after another second, her chest heaving and her hands clenched tight on the corners of the desk. Hermione fondly lapped up the juices that came pouring out, savoring every drop of her mistress. When Lavender stopped spasming, she slowly pulled her head away and looked up, eager for more commands.
Blimey, I know a few other people this curse would be good for, Lavender thought dazedly.
"My turn!" Ginny cried. She pushed Hermione down on the ground and frantically pushed her lips to Hermione's. The bushy brunette seemed surprised at first, but quickly got the memo and began kissing her back fiercely. Ginny felt a tongue slip into her mouth, gently mapping her oral terrain, and she quickly returned the favor.
"That's right, kiss her, treat her like you would Harry," Lavender commanded, avidly watching the act from her perch on the desk. The command made Hermione extra enthusiastic, and she eagerly kept up the French kiss with Ginny.
Ginny wasn't surprised when she felt Hermione's fingers tease her entrance. She flopped down on her back and spread her legs wide. The cold stone floor contrasted with her hot and sweating body. She could practically feel the heat radiating off her as Hermione firmly pushed her thighs apart, exposing her bare snatch.
Just as Hermione was about to pleasure her like she had Lavender, they heard the sound of the door knob turning. Lavender and Ginny looked in panic at the door.
"Locked?" came the unmistakable squeak of Professor Flitwick. "I don't remember locking it."
"Are you sure this is the right room, Filius?" the voice of Professor McGonagall wafted through. "Surely you didn't see fit to just throw it in a random classroom -"
"Ah, you're right. It may have been the one down the hall - I just didn't want a student messing with it, these bewitched objects are very erratic - yes, let's try the one down the hall."
Ginny and Lavender looked at each other, looks of surprise and horror changing into looks of fear and anxiety. Clearly their fun would have to be cut short.
"Grab everything, get your clothes on!" Lavender hissed, scrambling into her robes and forcing Hermione to do the same. "And for god's sake, cast an air freshening charm!"
After a few minutes, Ginny undid the locking charm and slowly pushed the door open, after making sure the silencing charm was still in effect. There was another classroom door open at the end of the hall, and she could hear the muffled voices of the two teachers inside. The trio scuttled out and closed the door, casting furtive glances behind them as they ran to the nearest stairwell. Only after they had ascended two floors up and ducked into an alcove concealed by a tapestry did Lavender dare break the silence.
"Holy fucking shit!" she squealed. She massaged her temples and looked incredulously at Ginny. "What if he'd tried to open it? What if they'd seen us? What if -"
'But they didn't, calm down!" Ginny commanded. She rummaged through her bag to make sure she still had Colin's camera, then looked at Hermione, who was looking blankly ahead with a smile stretched wide on her face.
"First things first, let's deal with her," she said, nodding at Hermione. "Will she remember what happened when you lift the curse?"
"Yeah," Lavender said thoughtfully. "I could try a memory charm though, and erase her memory of the past hour or so."
"Have her lock herself in a bathroom stall and then do it." Ginny checked the corridor, saw it to be empty, then stepped out into the hall. "Your face isn't in the photos, so if they get out she's the only one who burns."
Lavender smiled appreciatively. "I almost feel guilty."
"You got off," Ginny said ruefully. "Now I'm all horny but there's no way in hell I'm risking getting caught like that. I say we either do it at night in the dormitory or the Room of Requirement from now on."
"Fair enough, but I bet you Harry will have some good ideas if we ask him," Lavender said. "He's got Prefects' access to the bathrooms too," she said, recollecting her first time with the alpha of Gryffindor.
They marched together to the nearest bathroom, which was fortunately empty. Ginny locked herself in a stall and got busy finishing herself off. Listening to the moans of her classmate, Lavender gently pushed Hermione down on a toilet and carefully lifted the imperius curse.
As Hermione came to her senses and looked around, puzzled, Lavender quickly tapped her head and whispered, "Obliviate." Hermione's look of confusion was replaced by a blank, dreamy look, and Lavender quickly backed away and shut the stall door. Leaving Hermione to figure out where she was, and Ginny to cum on her pistoning fingers, the sixth year slipped out of the room and back to her normal life as a Hogwarts student.