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Hogwarts Shuffle! Chapter Twenty-Six
Saturday 11/2
"… I can't believe you'd use my childhood against me."
"Are you saying you want to watch?" He replied nervously.
She tensed and looked toward the corner suddenly, "Of course not! That would be weird!"
"Right!" He responded a bit too quickly, "Besides, being watched is mortifying, not to mention awkward. I can't have my sibling looking at me while I do this …"
Hermione sighed, standing in her corner and admiring the stonework in the tower walls. She thought she could hear rustling coming from her bed, but wasn't willing to turn around to sneak a glance to confirm her suspicions.
"Are … are you doing it yet?" She asked the night air.
"Mm hmm, don't break my concentration …"
Another long couple of minutes passed by, with Hermione imagining what was happening behind her, the frustration was beginning to build; her hand began to drift across her stomach and down toward her sex.
"Don't!" Harry called suddenly; causing her to freeze. "No touching yourself unless I dare you."
Hermione wanted to growl at him, but being caught suddenly brought back memories; she felt a flood of warmth gather in her lower stomach. She tried rubbing her thighs together to relieve the slowly building pressure. "Are you watching me while you do it?" She asked him; afraid and titillated at the idea that he was staring at her while masturbating.
"Ngh …" He replied helpfully; a deep guttural sound which she took as acknowledgement.
"You're being awfully quiet … do you not make any sounds when you are … doing that?"
He moaned softly, causing her arousal to spike and her breath to catch in her throat. She didn't think she'd ever heard anything so hot. Her face was hot with a flush, and her heartbeat had picked up enough to rock her shoulders slightly with its force. She nibbled on her lower lip to prevent the strangled moan she wanted to make in response.
"Don't have … enough practice … to tell you if I make noise … or not."
Harry was trying to think of anyone except the naked girl across the room, his body was on fire, and even as his brain tried desperately to fight the flames of his desire; it provided him images of swollen labia and that perfect pink color of Hermione's insides. He opened his eyes and allowed them to drift down the line of her back to her firm legs and ass; testament to the rigors of Hogwarts life.
His pleasure increased momentarily and he had to slow down to prevent himself from cumming too soon. He really wanted to get this over with to avoid awkwardness, but the proud part of him wanted to show this beautiful creature in the corner just how long he could last.
A soft moan reached his ears, as he saw a shudder run through the naked girl, and he realized she was cumming. Apparently a slow roller, as she began rocking back and forth; trying to capture the sweet pleasure that was coursing through every nerve in her body. "Are you getting off already?" He asked in a strained voice.
She shook her head in shame, "O … of course not!"
"Oh …" He replied; positive she was lying.
"I …" He began to reply as another powerful surge tingled from his balls up his spine, and all of his muscles began to tense, "I … I am!"
Hermione had to drop to her knees as he said it; the sound of his voice was just the perfect topper to set off her orgasm. The slow roll that had been building suddenly shook her to the foundation and she put a hand on the wall to steady herself. She heard Harry grunt softly a few times, and with each sound, another smaller orgasm ripped through her. She was soon panting from the exertion of staying upright.
Harry came in long ropes, one of the most powerful orgasms he'd ever experienced. It nearly bent him in half with the force of it, semen landed in his hair and on the headboard of Hermione's bed. In a panic he somehow cast a wandless vanishing spell to remove the evidence, and he swore the feeling of magic washing over his skin was palpable to his inflamed nerve endings.
After several long moments, Hermione spoke, "Are … are you done?"
He nodded into the pillow, before remembering, in his relaxed state, that Hermione couldn't see him, "Yeah …"
She slowly turned her head, and then her body, to find him barely maintaining consciousness; laying in the middle of her bed. She had no idea where the evidence of his act had gone, and found herself actually disappointed that she didn't get to see him covered in his exertions. Not that she wanted anything to do with that! That would be incredibly weird for a sibling to see!
She approached the bed on shaking legs and climbed in, "Harry?"
"Hmm?" He replied in his half-awake state.
"Are … should we get dressed before going to sleep."
"Mm ... hmmm." He replied, making no move at all to do so.
"If you don't get dressed then we are going to be sleeping naked together … which would be incredibly awkward ... considering how our night has gone." He didn't reply; having finally drifted off to sleep.
Hermione shrugged, figuring if he could sleep naked, then so could she. What was the worst that could happen?
-~Hogwarts Shuffle!~-
She woke up in a highly aroused state, though still only flirting with fully awake. She was laying on her side, with a pair of arms wrapped around her; the one beneath her was gently kneading her breast and tweaking her nipple; the one laying over her hip had slipped between her legs and was gently doing circles around her clit.
There was a bulge between her thighs, pressed firmly against her weeping sex, and moving in rhythmic motions; which caused her to moan softly each time it thrust against her. Sliding back and forth along her slit. Vaguely, she remembered laying on Harry's arm to fall asleep, since he was taking up the entire bed. Even more so, she had a hazy memory of waking up with Harry spooning her to his chest and being annoyed by his prick poking the back of her leg. She had finally opened her legs, enough to trap him between her thighs, where it was comfortable again.
Now, though, as she realized she was cumming, her eyes snapped open and she tried desperately not to cry out in pleasure. This was wrong! She could not do this with Harry! Siblings did not do these things!
It didn't matter though, as her body betrayed her, and she rocked with the force of her orgasm. To make matters worse, she heard Harry's breathing get shorter before suddenly having her legs coated in his semen as he came between them!
Once his orgasm was over, she lay there feeling completely disgusted with herself and the situation. 'What's the worst that could happen?' She'd asked herself before falling asleep. Well THIS was the worst that could happen! Well … no ... this was probably the second worst thing that could happen. She was lucky he hadn't penetrated her in his nocturnal wanderings.
She heard his breathing even out again, and realized he had fallen back asleep. Gently, she opened her legs enough to free his trapped member and extricated herself from his arms. When she stood up all the cum that had collected at her crotch level began running down the insides of her thighs, and she quickly reached for her wand; casting a vanishing spell in a panic!
She was on both Magical and Muggle contraceptives, but she worried that any of his semen might have made it inside her; as much as he came and as close to her vagina as he'd been. She turned and cleaned Harry off, as well as the wet spot that had formed when she got up. Then decided she needed a shower and a bath to wash away her shame at betraying her brother like this.
-~Hogwarts Shuffle!~-
A searching hand ran over an empty bed, and up onto the pillow, causing a frown to appear on the face of the sleeping wizard. He desperately didn't want to wake up after having just had one of the best nights of sleep he could remember; the only better night had been right after Gabby gave him a massage.
He cracked one curious eye toward the empty bed and cursed the sunlight as it hit his retina; pulling a pained face. He sighed as the room came into focus, revealing that Hermione was nowhere to be found. It was Saturday! Perfect for laying around and being lazy all day; not getting up early…
Noting the position of the sun, from the shadows cast across the floor of her room, he deduced it was at least 9:30; which meant it really was a lie-in compared to weekdays. Harry rolled onto his back, throwing an arm over his face to try and fall back asleep for a bit. He noted just how groggy he felt, as if his entire body was wrapped in marshmallows; he also felt strangely … empty.
His eyes snapped open a moment later as he realized he was NOT empty! He climbed drunkenly out of the bed and headed to Hermione's loo, in order to relieve his aching bladder, noting how odd it was not to wake up with an erection for once.
-~Hogwarts Shuffle!~-
Hermione was floating lazily in the tub, while letting her mind wander, after scrubbing herself nearly raw under the showerhead. The logical part of her understood that it had been an accident, and could have been much worse in fact, however the teenage girl in her was freaking out.
This was Harry, her BROTHER, Harry. She loved him, but not like THAT! This couldn't be happening, having a physical relationship would ruin everything! They'd both decided to be siblings because they knew they would never work together as a couple, and both had refused to lose each other in the process.
Right?
So why had she played Truth or Dare with him of all things? Why had she dared him to get himself off in her own bed? Why was she so quickly able to get off just thinking about him? And with other girls! She'd never entertained the thought of other women possibly being a turn on before now, but it wasn't really the women, was it? It was Harry.
Why did the thought of her BROTHER having sex with other girls get her engines revving so easily? The thought of her BROTHER looking at her most intimate places, and liking what he saw …
Her towel slipped away, as her hands drifted across her body; one to her breasts and the other between her legs. She could still feel the hot flesh pressed against her dripping pussy, his hands on her body in ways that no brother should touch his sibling. The way he felt as he began to thrust against her; sparking desire and lust to chase through her veins, through her nerve endings, and forcing her to rock her hips back to meet him.
She was so close now. Her breathing was almost haggard; it was as if she'd run a marathon and her blood pressure was through the roof, no thanks to the hot water, leaving her heart pounding so hard she could count her pulse from the throbbing in her fingertips and eardrums. She felt her stomach begin to clench and bit her lip, struggling not to drown, as she began to fold in half. The pleasure was like a lit fuse, slowly making its way toward a large explosion, and her entire being was waiting just on the edge to be taken down into that pleasurable abyss …
"Hermione?" A voice asked groggily.
Her eyes snapped open and she sank into the water; coming up spluttering and coughing. When she saw that it was Harry standing in the doorway she instinctively grabbed the towel out of the water and held it over her chest in shame.
"Harry! What are you doing in here?"
He rubbed the back of his head and looked at her through tired, squinting eyes. He'd forgotten to put his glasses back on and she found the half lidded green orbs almost mesmerizing, "Figured this was where you got off to ... decided it was a good idea since I couldn't sleep in." He noted the awkward way she was standing, even while admiring the rivulets of water that ran out of her hair and down across her chest. "Everything alright?"
"F-Fine! Everything is fine, Harry …" She wrapped the towel more securely around herself, and sat back down in the water. "How did you sleep?"
He eyed her funnily, as he began rinsing off in the shower, "Really well; maybe too well actually. I feel completely rested, but at the same time ... I feel like I could sleep for days."
She was beginning to relax again, since his back was to her, and she hoped the hot water was helping to hide her continued blushes, "Perhaps you are just catching up on all that happened in the last few days. You were badly injured not too long ago; despite whatever Rina might be able to do to heal you, it has to take a toll."
He stood and turned back toward her; giving her a good view of his improved physique. She had noticed small things before now, like his height and shoulders, but now that she took the time to really look at him; she noticed that his muscle tone had improved all over his body. His chest was not just broader, but chiseled; his biceps and wrists were the same. How had she missed those abdominals? Harry was sporting a six pack now, and working on eight!
The rest of his body was the same, down to his legs and calves, and his back side … she shook her head as her thoughts began chasing themselves around. She tried to look at him objectively once more. Even though every part of him seemed to have been sculpted suddenly; it wasn't in the way of a professional body builder. The type she usually saw with the abs and biceps like that were nothing, but muscle and veins; completely not a turn on for her. Harry, however, was less "cut" than he was … streamlined.
"Hermione?" He asked; as he slid into the tub across from her.
"What?" She asked dazedly.
"How long have you been in here? You seemed to drift away there for a second."
"N-No, I wasn't!" She shook her head, "What I mean to say is, I was just thinking about the way your body has changed. I think there is more going on than just puberty."
He winced at that word; it really made him uncomfortable for some reason.
"If I hadn't watched you eat myself," she choked on her words for a few seconds, "That is, if I had not observed your eating habits, then I would think you were starving yourself. I don't know what all you do when you go off by yourself to train, but I can't imagine there is a lot of physical training involved."
He shook his head, "Nothing other than climbing the stairs, though I guess I'm going to start training with the staff soon. Eustus also said something about physical training being needed in addition to magical. Should I be worrying about my sudden change?"
She thought about it for a few minutes and shrugged. She noticed his eyes drop to her chest and frowned at him, "Hey! I'm up here!"
"Wha- Oh! Right! Sorry!"
She continued to frown at him slightly, putting an arm across her breasts to hide the cleavage at the top of the towel, "As I was about to say, I do not think there is any need to be overly worried. Just that there appears to be something other than nature at work. Do you think it might be related to all the God and Devil magic you've been exposed to?"
He shrugged, "Anything is possible; I suppose. Something to ask the Kings next time we see them."
Things might have gotten awkward in the ensuing silence, but thankfully Hermione was saved as they both turned to look at the opening bathroom door.
"Oh! Good morning, Harry! Hermione!" Sia said with a large smile. "Looks like I'm not the only one who thought a lazy morning bath sounded amazing!"
Harry grinned back at her, "Hermione started it, I'd rather still be asleep."
"Then why didn't you stay in bed?" Hermione asked; a bit too testily.
He raised an eyebrow, as he looked at her, and she felt herself squirm on the inside; instantly sorry for her sharp tone. He seemed to recognize that right away and turned back to Sia ... who was already showering.
"Anything interesting happen after Hermione dragged me off to bed last night?"
"I did not-" Hermione bit her tongue as she heard the tone with which she was about to speak; instead deciding to get huffy. She crossed her arms and pouted on the other side of the tub from, Harry; as Sia slid into the water next to him, knees tucked beneath her, and snuggled into his chest.
"Not really; Ginny finished her homework and went to bed early, Gabby pulled out one of her comic magazines, and Nerine went to meet some friends. Luna dragged Neville off pretty quickly after you two disappeared as well; though probably for different reasons." Sia said brightly; as he tightened his arm around her shoulders.
"I-I guess everyone decided on a bath this morning …" A soft voice said from the doorway.
Those of the group not facing it already, turned to find Nerine looking unsure of herself; as she held the door halfway open. Towel wrapped tightly around her chest and hair pinned up on top of her head.
"Good morning, Rina!" Sia said happily. "Did you have a good night?"
Nerine blushed, looking away from the group, as she sat down and began using a sponge to bathe herself; rather than removing her towel. "It was nice ... Lavender and Parvati really tried to make sure I felt included."
"You were hanging out with the Gryffindor girls?" Harry asked.
The devil princess slid into the tub next to Hermione; careful to keep her towel in place. "Lavender would like to talk to you about writing an article for 'Teen Witch Weekly'."
Harry groaned, "The last thing I want is more publicity."
"Actually, Harry, having a publicist of sorts might be the best thing you could do at this point. I've seen the articles in the 'Prophet' that you refuse to read. If you don't give them anything to go off of they will just make it up." Hermione stated.
He lay his head back on the edge of the tub with a sigh, and Sia hugged him briefly in condolence, "Daddy has thought about writing a new Bible you know. The old one was written by humans trying to interpret God's will, and they inserted a lot of their own bias from the time period. The New Testament is better, but not really focused so much on God as that man calling himself the Son of God."
Harry and Hermione both looked at her in confusion, but the brunette bookworm was first to ask, "What do you mean, 'calling himself' the Son of God? Jesus IS God … right?"
Sia shrugged, "Daddy doesn't think so, he wasn't a Devil either. That doesn't mean he wasn't divine, just that we have no clue where he came from. It is the Old Testament to which Daddy takes offense; he doesn't like to be seen as a wrathful or vengeful person."
"Mine would like better press as well, as that whole snake business smacks of propaganda." Nerine chimed in.
Hermione was completely flummoxed at this point; she had actually questioned her own belief in God when she found out she was a witch. Her parents had stopped going to church due to their belief that witches were evil. Her interest in religion was sparked again, recently, with the knowledge that beings known as Gods and Devils did exist, but this was a complete curveball.
For his part, Harry had never really believed anyway. He'd just gone along to church with the Dursley family and acted like a good little boy. He knew all the stories, and had taken some hope from them, but he hadn't ever 'committed' to the idea. That made it easier for him to pray to a Goddess like Sia, who he knew personally, and allowed him to accept that Devils were not necessarily Evil with a capital 'E'.
Their musing was cut short, as Gabby and Ginny entered the room. The former merely took in the occupants, moving to the nearest shower and removing her towel, causing Harry to quickly look away. Ginny stood staring at the group for several seconds before dashing for her own stool; opting to clean herself the same way that Nerine had.
When Gabby entered the bath, Harry kept hoping that the other girls would chastise her for her nudity, but they all seemed preoccupied in one way or another ... or simply didn't mind that she was in the same state as Sia. The blonde quickly mimicked Sia on Harry's other side, snuggling up against his shoulder and sighing contentedly. Harry suddenly became quite interested in everything above eye level; lest he be tempted to enjoy the way her not-so-small breasts bounced and swayed with the current.
Ginny shyly entered the bath and sat on Hermione's other side; making it a trio of naked people on one side, and a trio of people with towels on the other. Had Harry been paying attention, he might have noted how odd it was, but he was currently staring at the tile mosaic on the wall and clenching his thighs to keep his erection from getting any more noticeable. He decided that from now on he would keep the towel on in the bath; just in case.
"Good morning, Ginny; Gabby." He greeted in a slightly strained voice. It was unfortunate that he appeared uncomfortable, because the mood of the entire room seemed to shift with him; nobody was being talkative at all. A voice in the back of his mind told him he should try playing Truth or Dare with them to loosen everybody up once more, but seeing Hermione looking so uncomfortable gave him pause.
"Morning." Ginny answered quietly; looking down at the water.
Gabby simply hugged him with one arm and laid her head back on his shoulder.
"So, what do we want to do today? I'm ready to get out of the castle, and since we are all relatively not busy, we can go on a group date again if you'd like." Harry asked; trying to restart conversation.
Gabby nodded into his shoulder, her eyes closing and her face relaxing. "Mmhmm."
"I suppose that would be alright; we are all surprisingly caught up on our studies as far as I can tell. No reason not to." Hermione interjected; also trying to clear the air.
Sia nodded toward the other brunette, "I agree, the castle is great and all, but I want to see more of the Human world."
"Where should we go then? We've already been shopping, and some of us have been to the movies …" Harry asked.
"It is a fairly nice day today, perhaps we could find an Ice Skating rink?" Hermione noted.
Harry cringed a bit, "Last time I was on ice, I was pushed as a test to see if Dudley could skate on a pond. The ice was too thin and I fell in …"
Sia rubbed his leg, causing him to jump slightly, "It's okay, Harry. I don't know how to skate either, but it sounds fun. We don't have to go on a real pond though, I'm sure there is a man made rink or something we can find."
Gabby appeared to be concentrating on something; as her face tightened, "Sounds like fun."
"Are you okay, Gabby?" Nerine asked in concern.
The girls eyes rolled back a bit, as she lurched forward, then began coughing as she sucked in a mouth full of water. Harry quickly helped her up and to the side of the tub, where she was put on display for everyone, immodestly sitting with her knees spread. "Gabby?"
She waved a hand and replied quietly, as usual. "Too hot. I'm okay now."
The group slowly went back to normal, with Gabby now sitting with her knee against Harry's shoulder. Everything at eye level was no longer safe ... and he began picking the mosaic apart with his mind again.
"Why do we have to do something cold? I'm getting tired of the cold to be honest." Ginny spoke up.
Harry shrugged, "I'm up for anything, but where can we go that would be warm?"
Hermione appeared to have a sudden thought, before she could dismiss it, Harry questioned her, "You have an idea?"
"Well … I was just remembering the winter before I started Hogwarts. My parents took me to Florida; in the U.S. "
Sia's eyes went wide, "Disney World! Oh, Harry! Can we please?"
Ginny appeared to be suppressing a hopeful grin and Gabby slid back into the tub to wrap her arms around his bicep; causing him to look down into giant blue puppy-dog eyes. He sighed, "What the heck, I've never been overseas; let alone to a theme park. Might as well knock both out at once."
A cheer went round the room in one form or another; though Nerine was looking slightly uncomfortable. Harry was beginning to feel the effects of being overheated, but having a girl wrapped around both of his arms was a great motivator not to move; even if one of them was like a little sister.
The door opened and closed again, then after a mental headcount, Harry turned toward the sound in confusion. "Luna?"
The blonde smiled, having her towel wrapped 'round her body and her hair up in the same style as Nerine; though pinned with her wand instead of chopsticks. "Good morning, everyone. It is really nice to see how comfortable you are around each other."
Harry's brain was beginning to melt as he struggled not to count off the attractive features of the girl he'd barely thought of as anything, but the third year girl in the DA. Sure, he knew she had an impressive bust; as she had wrapped it around his head not too long ago when hugging him from behind, but the towel left little to the imagination as far as curves went. She sported a picture perfect hourglass figure, and with her hair up, he could see the lovely lines of her neck as it dipped toward her pronounced collarbones. The erection he'd been actively suppressing betrayed him, so he bent forward slightly to try and hide it.
"Um, if you wait just a few minutes I'll be out of your way …"
"Oh, don't mind me ... feel free to leave if you like though." She replied.
Harry was stuck. He hadn't thought to grab a towel for himself on the way in, it was just Hermione and himself when the morning began, there were no secrets between them at this point … none at all. Thoughts of the night before caused his control to slip even further and Gabby didn't help at all by adjusting herself so that she was sitting on her knees once again; rubbing her body along his arm in the process.
"Her-Hermione? Can I ... um … borrow your towel?" He asked.
The girl narrowed her eyes slightly at him, and a sudden playful vindictiveness overcame her. "No, Harry, I don't have any problem at all with nudity. Do you?"
His mouth wanted to drop open at her betrayal, he couldn't tell her he had issues with it because that would mean that they had done something wrong. To admit that he had a problem with being nude with Luna, meant that he must be attracted to her. He wouldn't lose this battle of wills with his sister, but he would get her back some time. Oh yes, he would.
"Fine. Nevermind, Luna; we're all friends here. A little skin never hurt anybody."
"Oh, good. I'm glad you feel that way because bathing with a towel still feels strange." She replied; as she approached the tub after her quick shower.
He was certain he would die of embarrassment if she had dropped her towel, but thanked Eustus that as she climbed into the tub she was still wearing it. The blonde looked around at all the seats that were currently occupied, shrugged, and sat on Harry's lap.
"Luna!" Hermione cried out quietly. "Don't you think that might be uncomfortable for Harry? Not to mention Neville … Speaking of, where is Neville?"
Luna smiled and pulled her towel free to allow her breasts to bob to the surface; leaving it as a barrier between her back and Harry's chest. Unfortunately for him, her bare rump was on his thighs and his erection was now pressed firmly against that towel.
"Oh, Neville was going to join me, but saw all of the tokens were in use for the girls and decided he would come back later. Harry forgot to move his."
"Harry!" Hermione chastised him.
"I was half-asleep!" He cried; now frozen stiff in fear and embarrassment.
Gabby giggled a bit madly beside him and he turned to her in shock, "Hentai." She whispered with a small smile.
"I am … not doing this right now! I'm going to go get ready for our day trip. Luna, if you'd please get up …"
The blonde stood, but before she could turn toward him; before she could grab her towel; he stood and pulled it around behind his back and quickly turned and exited the room.
The blonde looked at the other girls a bit dreamily, "That wrackspurt will have to be dealt with soon; poor Harry doesn't seem to know what to do with himself."
-~Hogwarts Shuffle!~-
At breakfast, Nerine decided to sit at the Gryffindor table across from Parvati and Lavender. Ron was sitting beside her and looking entirely too chummy for Harry's liking. His mood had dropped when he heard her shy apology as they entered the Great Hall, and it was now simmering at the edge of brooding.
He had expected Ginny to jump at the chance to take the Princess's place, but the redhead was sitting across from him as usual, poking at her eggs, and generally looking much the same as he was. Luckily, Sia and Gabby were on either side of him; he was being fed as usual. Their upbeat attitude and excitement at going to a theme park for the first time was infectious enough to keep him from getting surly.
Well, mostly.
"Don't you think Ron is sitting awfully close to Nerine?" He asked the brunette across from him.
"Harry," Hermione replied, "I think Nerine can take care of herself, besides, Lavender would set him straight if he so much as looked at another girl wrong."
As she was saying this, Ron put his arm across Rina's shoulders and it was all Harry could do not to bolt from his seat. He didn't know where this sudden overprotective streak had come from, but he did remember Ron stating that he'd be happy to take 'the leftovers' and just how uncomfortable that had made him feel before he even knew the girl. Now that he'd admitted to her, and to himself, that he was falling for her; part of him wanted desperately to remove the offending appendage. Permanently.
His thoughts were interrupted when Gabby shoved a fork full of eggs in his mouth. He looked down at her incredulously, but her smile caught him off guard; it was nowhere near as rare to see her smile now as it had been at the beginning of the year, but it was not usually for such a prolonged time period. Sia was giddy on his other side and nearly sloshed his juice when she brought the straw to his lips.
He concentrated and managed to push Rina from his mind. He knew at a very basic level, that she probably had zero interest in his oldest male friend, and after seeing her angered, was certain he had nothing to worry about. As he glanced back, he saw Lavender throw a scone at him to get his attention and the arm promptly dropped back to his side.
He inwardly breathed a sigh of relief and scanned the rest of the hall, quickly noticing the missing Slytherins; which had already been identified. There were missing 'puffs and 'claws as well, but he couldn't be sure if they were actually gone, or just sleeping in. He tried to sort through his memories of classes he shared with the friendlier houses and couldn't find a clear picture of the student make-up. Lately, he'd been on autopilot more often than not in classes, even when he couldn't use his wand due to divine healing. It had all become so easy and … boring to him! He could pick things up on the first try, wordlessly in most cases, and he suspected wandlessly if he worked at it hard enough.
It wasn't just his physical appearance that was changing; it was magic in general. He knew that he had not been performing up to his potential for the past several years for various reasons, but it was almost ridiculous spending time in these classes; where the theory was second nature and the practical was not-quite childs play to him anymore. He was almost tempted to approach the Professors about getting his NEWTs out of the way early if possible, but compared to the magic that Rina and Sia controlled, not to mention their fathers, Hogwarts curriculum was so …
Mundane.
He was pulled from his thoughts by a bright eyed brunette on his left bouncing in her seat, "Harry! If you're done eating can we go now? I can't wait to meet Mickey Mouse!"
He was just about to reply, unable to resist smiling back at her, when Rina walked up with that same shy apologetic look on her face she'd had when she excused herself earlier. "Harry?"
He turned that smile on her, and the girl seemed to melt just a bit before firming her resolve, "I-I think I'm going to Hogsmeade with Lavender and Parvati today. They want to take me to their favorite shops and have lunch together …"
His smile remained on his face by sheer force of will, inside his heart had just dropped into his stomach. Spending the day with Lavender and Parvati most likely meant spending the day with Ron, and he only barely recognized the feelings of jealousy which were beginning to stir within him.
"That's … Great! I hope you have lots of fun, though I'm sorry you are going to miss Disney World!"
Sia though looked completely shocked, "Rina, I really don't think …"
"No! No, it's fine. Right, everyone?" He asked the table. Though he got a few strange looks, they all nodded just the same. "I hope you have fun, but you'll be missed." He said sincerely.
As the surprised girl walked away from the group, Sia punched him on the arm and he winced at her strength, "What was that about?" She asked.
He shrugged, "She want's to find out who she is without me, if I try too hard to hold on to her I'm afraid it might push her away. It's killing me a little bit to let her go, but I can't make myself feel okay about forcing her to be near me when it makes her uncomfortable."
Sia sighed and kissed his cheek.
"What was that for?" He asked.
"For being you, personally I want to drag her along by her long pointy ear if I have to but you're right; she would only resent me for it. I don't know what her problem is but if that means I get more of you to myself for a while I guess I can deal with it."
-~Hogwarts Shuffle!~-
Hermione had pointed out the time difference, which meant if they left directly after breakfast they would arrive in Florida at nearly 6 A.M.; so they took some extra time to get ready. Just before lunch, they arrived at 'The Magic Kingdom' to more than a few squeals of excitement.
The day went well enough, except for Sia's disappointment that Mickey was not a real cartoon mouse, and Gin still acting distant toward him. He tried not to let it bother him so much, as he was sure she would let him know if she needed his help, but he couldn't help the nagging feeling he was missing something.
There were a few highlights though, as Gabby was ridiculously happy to ride Splash Mountain over and over again. Luna proved she did not have a bra on (as did the picture Neville discreetly asked Harry to buy for him) when the final splash left her white t-shirt sticking to her like a second skin. The park officials had been happy to offer her a discount on a Disney branded jacket so she could cover herself.
They stayed at the park until the first of them began yawning after a long day; which meant they returned to the castle at close to midnight. Happy all around for a wonderful day out, and memories made together.
-~Hogwarts Shuffle!~-
Harry was nervous as he sat on Gabby's bed in just his shirt and boxers, the tiny blonde had excused herself to use the restroom leaving him alone in her room for the first time. As he looked around he noted the colorful posters of cartoon characters on the walls and the figurines that decorated most of the horizontal surfaces.
His nerves getting to him, he got up and began walking the perimeter of the room, examining each statuette. Some of them were dressed in traditional Japanese clothing, samurai and the like, and some were wearing more brightly colored clothes that looked as though they were designed so as not to hinder movement. One bright orange figure with yellow hair made him smile, as it was holding a weapon in one hand and appeared ready for a fight. He had no clue what kind of ninja would wear such a loud color, but it was oddly endearing for some reason.
Many of the figures were female though, each in tighter and more revealing clothing. He was slightly disgusted with himself for finding cartoon characters attractive, but the artists certainly had a way with the female body. He adjusted himself in his boxers to hopefully hide the bulge a bit and pulled his t-shirt down over top just in case. As he walked past her desk he noticed several magazines with bright covers. Picking one up he recognized it as the one he'd purchased for her on their first shopping trip and flipped through it curiously.
He didn't understand the story for several minutes until it clicked in his head that it was supposed to be read in the other direction. Flipping to the back and starting over made much more sense, and he figured that Japanese or whatever language it was originally written in must read right to left instead of the 'normal' way.
After everything he'd experienced since that purchase, the pictures really seemed much more tame than he remembered them being. It appeared to be a love triangle between a pair of twins and their brother. He couldn't be certain from a quick look but it seemed that the brother was not related to them by blood which made much more sense. He couldn't really imagine doing most of those things with a blood relation, but a step-sister…
He quickly put the magazine down and picked up another one called 'Jump', inside he found some of the characters he recognized from the figurines spread around the room. He decided that if he got bored he might just ask Gabby if he could borrow this one, it was full of action and comedy and seemed much more 'appropriate' as reading material.
As he passed her closet however, his eyes bugged out of his head a bit. On the floor lining each side of her six foot deep walk-in and standing at least 12 issues tall, were stacks and stacks of similar magazines. Some had English titles, but most were written in Japanese: Ero Ninja, Ashikabi no Shinobi, and Koko ni watashi something something … He could not pronounce the last one, but it read in subtitles underneath 'Here in my Arms'. There were so many … when and where had Gabrielle purchased them?
He picked up the closest one and flipped through it before quickly slamming it shut! He glanced over his shoulder at Gabby's bathroom door and then opened it back up to examine panel after panel of the yellow haired figurine from earlier, with at least a dozen different women in every possible sexual position. He even learned a few that had never crossed his mind before!
"Gabby is a pervert!" He exclaimed suddenly, all the snippets of Japanese words and her calling others out on being perverts, and here she was, LITERALLY a closet pervert herself!
He heard the bathroom doorknob click and rushed back to the bed to act as if he hadn't moved. The images from the perverted comic book kept swimming through his head and he leaned forward to help disguise his growing erection.
He felt the bed shift and looked up to find Gabrielle in a pair of tiny striped knickers, and a t-shirt so tight he could almost see the details of her areolas and nipples. He quickly looked away and coughed nervously as she settled on her knees in front of him and cocked her head to one side, long blonde hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulder.
"Harry?" she prompted.
"Y-Yes?" He asked, cursing his voice for cracking.
"I want to play a game."
He nodded, he could deal with this like any big brother. "Game? Sure! Do you have gobstones? Exploding Snap?"
"Truth or Dare." She told him seriously.
"W-What? We can't play that!"
She turned her head the other way, scooting closer to him, and causing him to back up against the headboard. "Why not? Didn't you play with Big Sister Hermione?"
He had nowhere left to run without getting out of bed, and the manly part of him refused to run away like a scared little boy. "Where did you hear that?"
"I didn't," She replied.
Harry looked at her funny for a moment, "Then how do you know?"
"I just do. Now answer the question."
He tried to control his rapidly pounding heart, but found it uncooperative, "That was different, Hermione is l-like a …" He stopped suddenly; realizing what was happening too late.
"Like a sister? Aren't I like a sister, Harry? Should I call you big brother? What about Nii-san?"
"What does Nii-san mean?" He asked her; trying to change the subject.
"Respected big brother. Should I call you that?" She asked him curiously. Her expression had not changed since the beginning of the conversation, inquisitive, but impassive.
For some reason he really didn't like the sound of Gabby calling him Big Brother, and Nii-san was just too strange for him to contemplate, "When we are addressing each other, why don't you just keep calling me Harry?"
She smiled slightly at that as if she'd won a victory, he hadn't even known they were having a battle, "Okay, Harry. Truth or Dare?"
He cringed on the inside, but figured there was nothing for it except to go along; unless he wanted to find another place to sleep tonight. "Truth," he decided.
"Is it true that you aren't a virgin?" She asked; and his eyes shot open.
"Why is that the first question everyone asks … Yes; it's true."
She nodded and looked at him expectantly before he realized what she was waiting for, "Oh, um, Truth or Dare?"
She smiled slightly at him again, and again his heart raced. "Dare."
He cursed his situation, he couldn't think of anything for her to do and so had to think about the only other person he'd played the game with. It really wasn't a big deal as he had bathed with her, and with her too-tight t-shirt it would make almost no difference anyway. With a sigh he gave her the dare, "Fine. I dare you to take your shirt off …"
Her smile was slightly larger this time, as she sat up on her knees and crossed her arms over her chest to grasp the shirt by the bottom. As she raised her elbows he found his eyes drawn up her stomach despite himself; as every inch of skin was exposed. When she reached the bottom of her breasts, she had to pull the fabric away from her body, and he felt his mouth go dry when the firm round flesh became visible. With a final yank she tugged the shirt over her head, causing both breasts to bounce freely from the fabric and jiggle amazingly for a few moments.
His brain shorted out, how could seeing her completely nude in the bath be so ho-hum. yet watching her take off a t-shirt completely blew his mind? It was several long moments before he realized he was still staring at her supernaturally perky C-cups.
"Do you like looking at them?" She asked as she ran her hands over her chest, tugging slightly at her nipples; causing them to harden even further.
He snapped back to reality with a sudden surge of guilt, shaking his head. "It's just skin …" he deflected.
"Truth or Dare?" she asked him.
"Truth!" He said with confidence; the most embarrassing question had already been asked, or so he thought.
"Do you like looking at them?" she asked again; bouncing up and down on the bed slightly to make them jiggle again.
He nearly short circuited again and averted his eyes to the ceiling. "Huh?" He asked intelligently.
Gabby's eyes narrowed slightly, "Tell the truth, do you like looking at them? I do, I think they are fun to play with."
Mentally, he was kicking himself for even being in this situation, and part of him blamed Hermione for starting it. He inhaled deeply and then exhaled, no secrets was his motto with Gin, it might as well extend to Gabrielle the same as it did with Hermione.
"Gabby, I think how much you have grown is nothing short of amazing. As a bloke, I have to say that your breasts are amazing to look at, even if you are my little sister …"
She giggled slightly as she picked them up and let them drop again, enjoying the way his eyes were attached to her nipples. "Okay, your turn again."
His brain being completely fried, he had no way to argue his way out of the situation. "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
He sighed in relief at having a safe place to turn for a little while, he couldn't think of anything interesting though and quickly began to panic until he spotted the magazine on her desk. "Where did you get all these magazines and figures? We haven't been back out to shop in forever!"
She nodded and sat primly back on her heels again, "The cards in the manga let you sign up for more. Some have order forms in the back for figurines."
That made sense he supposed, he knew that most magazines had lots of those advertising cards.
"Truth or Dare?" She asked him again; bringing him back to the situation.
Truth hadn't been working out well for him so far, "Dare?" He half-asked.
Smiling, Gabby nodded toward his top half, "I dare you to take off your shirt too."
Such a simple request he almost laughed, mimicking her movements he quickly discarded the white garment over his shoulder, only to find her staring intently at him. "Like what you see?" He asked playfully.
She nodded, "Harry is beautiful."
Harry blushed at the compliment, but continued the game; he was getting more comfortable as it went on. "Truth or Dare?"
"Dare." She said with a smile. "Dare's are more fun."
He sighed at his lack of creativity as he answered her, "I d-dare you," he stumbled over the nerves he thought he'd left behind, "to take off your knickers …"
She grinned and rolled onto her back, placing both feet flat on the bed, and raising her hips into the air so she could slide the garment down her legs. He tried to look away, but the very male part of him held his gaze on her crotch as the fabric slid, seemed to catch for a second, then pulled away to show her completely bald mound. A thin string of moisture snapped as he watched and he realized that her knickers were half soaked. He refrained from commenting as he had with Hermione, for fear of escalating things too far.
She got up much too slowly and kept her knees apart for much too long in his opinion, not that that part of his brain was winning any arguments at the moment, and sat back on her knees once more. He wanted to refuse looking at her, but two months had done as much for her body as it had for his. She was toned all over, but in a much softer way than he was, and the curves she had longed for had finally shown up. Her hips flared out to perfectly match her chest size, and though she was still very small, she was definitely a woman now.
He felt a blush appearing as she asked him to choose once more, "Um … Truth?"
"Why aren't you sleeping with Ginny anymore?"
That question completely through him for a loop. He'd been concerned that she would pry further into his sexual habits or possibly ask him about his past. "What do you mean?"
She frowned, "Ginny is sad, she pretends she isn't, but she misses you. I think she wants to sleep with you again, but is afraid you don't need her anymore."
"Is that why she was so mopey today?" He asked in sudden realization, "I haven't pushed her away! She decided not to be on the sleep schedule anymore!"
"Ginny needs Harry time; I'm going to go get her now." Gabby got up and headed for the door only to stop when Harry called her name.
"Gabby, stop!"
"What?" She asked quietly.
"Um, put on a robe or something … Neville might be out there."
"Neville is a pervert, but why can't he see me naked? I like it when you look at me, maybe he will look at me too."
Harry almost found himself growling and quickly squashed that side of himself, "No! I mean … it still isn't right to go around naked in front of him. Luna is his girlfriend."
"But he could be my big brother too?" She asked.
He shook his head, "I don't think so … Gabby, most guys aren't as good as me; they might try to take advantage of you. In Nevilles case I'm afraid what Luna would think, and you might give him a heart attack. We should only be naked in our room and in the bath. Anywhere else and it makes people uncomfortable."
She nodded as she grabbed a nightgown and pulled it on, "Okay, big brother. I'll be right back."
He hadn't even thought to stop her from getting Gin. Upon further reflection he decided that he needed to have a talk with the redhead anyway, he didn't like the thought that she was depressed because of him.
He heard voices approaching outside the door and when it opened, identified Gin's voice, "What is so important, that I see in your room, that you had to interrupt me? I was in the middle of … something …"
"Hey, Gin." Harry said delicately.
The redhead froze as she looked him over and then looked back at Gabby in surprise, "I forgot it was Gabby's night … did you need something from me, Harry?"
The smaller girl pulled her over to the bed and sat her down beside Harry, before removing her nightgown, then climbing back on; sitting on her knees as before. "We are playing truth or dare; I wanted you to play too."
Ginny's eyes widened for a moment before she stood up, "No! Gabby, that's okay, this is your night. I don't need to be here …"
"Ginny, I dare you to sit back down." Gabby said quietly; yet firmly.
The girl sat back down before she realized what she was doing; eyes widening once more as she realized she had obeyed. "Um … okay then. Wh-why is Gabby naked?"
"We started without you, sorry." Harry said with a blush.
The girl formed an 'O' shape with her lips, but no sound escaped her for a moment. Gabby prompted her, "It's your turn, Ginny."
"Ah! Um … Harry, Truth or Dare?"
He sighed, figuring he'd get this out of the way, "Truth."
Ginny looked away nervously and played with the tips of her fingers, "Who was your first? I mean … are you a virgin? You told the kings that you weren't so I just thought that maybe you could tell us, not that you have to; I was just wondering, and well, you didn't tell me this summer when we were playing 'ask me anything' …"
He smiled and put a hand on hers, "It's okay; Gin. Hermione already knows so I guess you should too. Cho and I, in a broom closet, twice. Once before Valentines day, and once after."
"Really?" Her eyes narrowed jealously, and yet also seemed to light up. It was an odd contradiction. "In a broom closet though? I hope my first time is a little more romantic than that …"
Harry rubbed the back of his head, "Yes, I cocked it up, but she dragged me in there; I was too excited and stupid to think about it clearly. It wasn't good … well as good as I thought it might be. Part of me wishes I could do it over again, but another part thinks we wouldn't really have worked out long term anyway. She was using me to compensate for losing Cedric, and I only had a crush on her."
After a few seconds of silence Harry pushed forward rather than let it drag on, "Gabby, Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
He was really starting to hate this game, he was almost okay with being forced to do things by his siblings, but coming up with things for them to do was really hard when he didn't want to be seen as a pervert.
"Uh … I dare you to …" He wracked his brain, "Stand on one foot until it's my turn again …" He said lamely.
Ginny giggled at him and he turned accusing eyes to her, "Oh, you find that funny?
Gabby complied by getting off the bed and putting one foot on the floor ... the other on the mattress; leaving her exposed to both other players, and causing Harry to blush.
Ginny had a bit of the old twinkle back in her eyes, "How lame are you, having a girl at your mercy and making her do something so silly?"
"Hey, coming up with dares for a sister is hard okay!"
"I can see that," the redhead teased; as her eyes dropped to his crotch.
"That isn't what I meant, and you know it."
"Truth or Dare, Ginny?" Gabby asked quietly.
Ginny was caught, and the look on her face caused Harry to smile despite himself. "Yes, Ginny, truth or dare?"
She accepted his challenge, "Dare."
"I dare you to take off your nightgown."
Without missing a beat, she stood and removed the garment, to show that she only had knickers on beneath it. Harry allowed himself to admire her form in a way he wouldn't with Hermione or Gabby, and the girl flushed slightly under his gaze. Her confident smirk was gone, but she wasn't shy, "Truth or Dare, Harry?"
He knew it would happen eventually, and had already decided nudity was part of his relationship with his siblings, "Dare."
She surprised him though with her devious streak, "I dare you to kiss Gabby."
He panicked for a few seconds before realizing that, like the game of Simon Says, she had not been specific. He knee walked across the bed, and leaned toward the smiling blonde, before kissing her on the cheek.
"Harry! That isn't what I meant."
He shrugged, smiling lazily at her, before sitting back down, "It is exactly what you said though, now I think we should reverse. Truth or Dare Ginny?"
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Dare."
He figured she wanted to remove her knickers, so turned it around on her, "I dare you to kiss me."
Gin looked flustered for a moment, but stood up, walked over to him, and put her wrists on his shoulders. This had the added effect of placing her breasts right in front of his face, and he had no problem admiring the view. He looked up at her to find a lusty look in her eyes which caused his heart rate to jump. As she leaned in slowly, allowing her hair to fall to one side, he could feel his own head turning to meet hers. His eyes flickered closed half a second after hers did and he felt the static between them as her face neared his.
He felt a light touch of her lips on his cheek and opened his eyes to find her smiling; sitting back down in her spot. Incredulousness shot through im.
"That is not what I meant." He pouted at her.
"But it's exactly what you said, Harry." She responded with a grin. "Truth or Dare, Gabby?"
The girl lowered her leg and climbed back onto the bed. "Truth."
Gin looked surprised for half a second, but recovered, "Okay, is it true you wrote your own manga?"
Gabby grinned, and got off the bed, going to her closet then returning with a muggle notebook. On the cover she had written something in Japanese, and underneath was a title in English, 'Finding the Power'.
"When did you learn Japanese?" Harry asked, "Or is that just a drawing of some letters you copied?"
The girl shook her head, "I read all the good ones that were translated and had to teach myself how to read kanji; after that I needed to know what the words mean. It wasn't that hard."
"Not that hard?" Ginny asked with wide eyes, "Gabby, most people take years to learn another language!"
She shrugged and Harry averted his eyes slightly, "I already learned French, English, German, and Spanish. Japanese was only hard because I couldn't read the alphabet."
"Ginny is right, that is really impressive."
Gabby shook her head though, "Harry can learn too if he tries, languages are easy for Gods to learn."
He pulled a face, "I'm not a God though Gabby."
She shrugged again and handed him the manuscript. He opened it from the back and began flipping through the pages. The pictures were a little bit more crude than what he'd seen in her other magazines, but still very good for someone he suspected had not been drawing for very long. The text was in English for the most part; so he could begin to follow the story. He saw a name and stopped, flipping back a few pages to find a black haired boy, with glasses, and a lightning bolt scar.
"Is this a book about me?" He asked in surprise.
She nodded again, "And Hermione, and Ginny, and me."
Flipping forward several pages he saw an unmistakable picture of him and the two girls sitting naked together on the floor. A few panels later he was on top of Ginny while Hermione watched on with an amused look on her face. "How long have you been writing this?" He asked; still stunned.
"A few weeks, maybe a month. The pictures came to my head so I wanted to make them real." Gabby replied.
Ginny was looking over his shoulder, and blushed at what appeared to be going on in the pictures, "Well … it looks interesting. Can I read it some time?"
Harry nodded, "Me too, just because I'm interested in your work. No other reason …"
"Okay. Harry, Truth or Dare?"
He pulled himself away from the pictures and looked at her, "Huh? Oh! Um … Dare; I guess."
"I dare you to kiss Ginny the way you wanted her to kiss you last time."
He stiffened for all of a second before he looked at the blushing redhead, "I'd like that very much; thank you, Gabby."
He stood up and moved in front of her, grasped her hands and pulled her to her feet. Ginny came along compliantly though she was looking down in embarrassment. "You don't have to do this, Harry, you have other girls now. I know I'm not good enough for you; so it's okay if I'm just your friend again."
He put a finger under her chin, and lifted her eyes to meet his, rather than speaking he let his emotions for her shine through; he could feel her go a bit weak at the knees. He placed a hand on her naked back to help steady her, and then drew her in for the kiss.
It was not the most passionate they had shared, but it was not chaste either. He refrained from using any tongue, instead wrestling her lips with his own, and nipping lightly at her bottom lip as he pulled away. She sat down hard as the world begun to spin a bit.
He strutted back to his place and sat down with a grin. "Truth or Dare, Gabby?"
"Truth."
Harry nodded and opened her manga back up to a page he'd marked, "Who is this girl?"
Ginny was barely paying attention as she recovered from the kiss, but looked up curiously to see what he was talking about.
"Pansy," Gabby replied.
"Parkinson?" Harry asked; looking down at the pictures again with sudden interest. "Really?"
Ginny looked harder and found it was a scene of Harry and Pansy having sex against a wall, "Oh, Gabby, that is just wrong. Harry would never do that with the pug. Right, Harry?"
…
"Right, Harry?" She repeated forcefully.
"Huh? Oh, right … yuck."
He was completely engrossed in the pictures now, and quickly flipping pages, apparently ignoring the story; and the writing.
Gabby turned to her best friend, "Truth or Dare, Ginny?"
"What?" She asked distractedly; having forgotten the game in her mental attempt to get Harry to notice her dirty look. "Oh … I guess, Dare."
"I dare you to take off your underwear too."
Ginny cringed slightly as she had made a bit of a mess of herself when Harry kissed her earlier, but decided to put on a show for him. She laid back on the bed, spread her knees wide,then slowly ran her hands across her breasts and down her stomach to hook into the band of her knickers. Sticking her feet in the air, she shimmied out of the garment slowly enough that it stuck to her rather wet nether lips and pulled away with almost a sucking sound; or so she imagined it. When she then spread her legs in the air in a 'V' and felt the lips of her pussy part slightly she smiled at what his reaction must be at the moment.
She sat back up and found him still staring down at Gabby's drawings. "Harry Potter!"
She snapped his eyes up to hers suddenly, with a guilty look, "What!? Sorry, did I miss something?"
She growled slightly at him, "Truth or Dare; you burk!"
"... Dare."
"Since we are both naked, I think it isn't fair that you aren't. Take off your boxers."
Only then did he look down at her, seeing that at some point, she had gotten just as naked as Gabby. He stood up and pulled his boxers off with one hand; the other still holding the book. Throbbing erection bouncing free for all to see and completely unphased by his own nudity. He then sat back down and continued flipping pages.
"Harry." Ginny asked quietly.
"Hmm?"
"Stop reading that, it's your turn, and I'm starting to get offended!"
He blushed, and sat the book aside; though still open. "Sorry, Gin. Gabby these are really good drawings. I can see how much better you get with each page."
The blonde quirked her head at him and shrugged again, "I like drawing."
"You're very good at it."
"Harry!" The redhead cried at him.
"Sorry! … Again. Truth or Dare; Gabby?"
"Dare me."
His libido was once again at full peak, between the smell of arousal in the air and the images still swimming through his mind of the other version of Gabby, he didn't realize what he was saying until it left his mouth. "I dare you to lay on the bed with your legs spread and play with yourself …"
"Oh my, God! Seriously, Harry?"
"What?" He asked Ginny, "This is Truth or Dare, right?"
"But … that's Gabby!" She said pointing.
The girl in question had complied with his request, and was lazily running her fingers up and down her slit. Harry realized what he had done and tried to play it off, "Well … of course it is … but it isn't like we haven't seen her cum before …"
Ginny had no clue what had happened to shy Harry, but she'd obviously missed a lot in the last week or two. "I … know that, but … I thought you said she was like a sister to you?"
He nodded, "She is! This isn't sexual for me … it's just a game …"
"Ginny is better at this than I am." Gabby said quietly; still petting her pussy lightly.
Ginny blushed at the memory, "That's because you aren't doing it right …"
"I dare you to show me again." Gabby insisted.
Harry was suddenly VERY interested in the game again. Despite his words to the contrary, it was quite obvious that at least one part of him found this to be extremely sexual.
Ginny blushed, "I didn't choose Dare though…"
"Truth then, why did you choose not to sleep with Harry anymore?"
Harry looked at her hopefully, the whole reason she'd been invited back to Gabby's room was to talk about this. Ginny though surprised him by sliding across the bed and laying down beside the Blonde. Her hand shakily lay on the girls knee and traced a slow path up toward her crotch; causing the smaller girl to arch her back slightly. Taking the younger girls hand in her own, she directed the fingers into her slit and up to where her clitoris was hidden behind its hood. Harry was transfixed by the site, especially when Ginny repositioned her legs and gave him a view of her own rather wet snatch.
"Remember, you have to play with the right part if you want to have an orgasm." Ginny said gently, "This is your clit, and it is the most sensitive part of your vagina." She slid the smaller girls fingers down the slit again, and pulled on one side of the girls lips with her own fingers, allowing Harry an unobstructed view of her intact virginity; before fingers got in the way once again. "This is your vagina, where a penis goes during sex. You can play with this too, but probably won't have an orgasm just by playing with it."
He could see Gin's hips bucking slightly against the smaller girls hip, and the leg she had bent brushed lightly against the other girls shin. It had to be the most erotic thing Harry had ever witnessed, and he had to restrain his hands to keep from touching himself. That would be entirely too obvious and might damage his relationship with the younger girl if they caught him.
"What about inside?" Gabby asked.
Ginny licked her suddenly dry lips, "I-I don't know for sure, only what the book said. The opening of the vagina h-here …" She traced a circle around the pink flesh and Harry's hips jerked involuntarily, "has the most nerve endings, but inside is something called the G-spot. If you hit it just right it is supposed to be an amazing orgasm …"
"Have you touched yours?" Gabby asked breathily.
Red hair shook in a cascade, "No, but Harry has. It was amazing …"
Gabby arched her back again as she slid her fingers back up to her clit, leaving Ginny circling her entrance. "Will you touch mine?"
Harry actually thought he came a little bit at that question, his eyes were riveted on the pale, slender, fingers playing at Gabby's entrance, and he felt precum leak onto his ankle . Harry quickly wiped it away with his thumb to hide the evidence.
Ginny seemed to debate with herself for more than a few moments, before her middle finger slowly quested inside the pink hole. Gabby hissed slightly and Ginny froze, "I'm sorry! You're still a virgin so it is very tight …"
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt now; just stretched. Please, touch me there."
Harry found himself stroking his cock and wondered how long he'd been doing it. He quickly sat on his hands again to prevent it from going any further. He still nearly came again as Ginny's finger disappeared to the first knuckle; then the second. Suddenly, Gabby cried out as her back arched.
"Oh!"
His typically quiet little sister was cumming in front of him, the most vocal he'd yet seen her; even including the drop at Splash Mountain during the Disney trip. He was finding it harder and harder to classify her as off limits; especially as her hips came off the bed and Ginny's finger disappeared the rest of the way inside her. She finally settled down, and Gin pulled her finger free once more. Harry watched silently as she contemplated the finger, apparently having completely forgotten about him, and put it in her mouth again to taste the blonde.
Everyone was silent for several minutes, as they listened to Gabby's slightly labored breathing. The blonde's breathing slowly evened out and she began to quiet; it was quickly apparent that she had fallen asleep. Ginny grinned almost triumphantly, before she caught Harry staring at her; promptly blushing scarlet down to her nipples.
"Um …" She said eloquently.
"That was …" He tried to say quietly; only to have words fail him.
"Fun?" Ginny asked shyly.
"Beautiful? Amazing? Bloody Hot!?" He asked in rapid succession; causing Ginny to blush once again.
"Harry!"
"What? I just watched you get another woman off, this time I was paying attention, and it was bloody marvelous!"
She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and glanced around the room, anywhere but at him. "So … you liked that?"
He coughed slightly, "Um … any bloke would like that unless he was stupidly religious or a pouf … and even then …"
Ginny sat up and leaned in toward him, still looking down. Though now he realized she was looking at his cock rather than away from him. "Even though it was your sister?" She asked him guardedly.
He hated saying it out loud, or even thinking it, but he didn't lie to Ginny if he could help it, "I think that made it hotter."
A shiver ran down Ginny's spine, and she arched her back slightly, he recognized what had just happened from his experience with Hermione. "Does that make you hot, Gin? Me watching you get my sister off?"
It happened again and he smiled. Taking a chance, he reached out and ran a hand down her arm, then back up to cup her face, forcing her to look at him.
"Truth?" She asked him; getting a nod in return, "I liked getting Gabby off, but especially because you liked it."
"Do you think you might like girls then?" He asked nervously; his cock was twitching and he was fairly certain where this was leading.
She shook her head in denial at first, but slowly she stopped, " … maybe … if you like that I like girls …"
He nodded stupidly, "I think that is incredibly hot …"
She smiled and looked up at him, "Then maybe I'll join you and Gabby sometimes on her night, but only if she asks me. Or if you want me to."
He leaned in, hand still holding her head so she had to look him in the eye, and kissed her the way he wanted to earlier. She responded eagerly, leaning into the kiss, arms going around his neck and deepening it so that their tongues were soon involved in a battle of wills.
Falling onto his back he brought her with him; she threw a leg over his hips and slid onto his lap. When he felt himself press against her entrance he stopped and looked at her. "Gin, I want you right now. Your pussy belongs to me, right?"
He saw the brief ecstatic look in her eyes before she quickly plunged herself down onto him; sheathing his entire length in her in one fluid stroke. He knew that must have been painful, as he could see the tears beginning to form in her eyes.
He sighed and pulled her down to his chest, holding her for a moment.
"Why do they always cry?" He asked the room quietly.
She pulled back and kissed him wetly, "These are happy tears ,Harry; I've wanted this for so long."
He felt an urge in the back of his head and went with it, "Then why are you just laying there? I want you to fuck me, now."
She smiled even more brightly and sat up; groaning as his cock kissed her cervix. The pain of tearing away her hymen couldn't overshadow her joy at pleasing the man she loved. She began rocking slowly, trying to find out what felt the best, and what seemed to make Harry feel the best. As she found a rhythm, he began thrusting back to meet her; she cried out softly with each instoke. Trying not to wake Gabby up.
Harry didn't know why she liked him ordering her around, as he had always thought it should be romantic for a girls first time. He'd screwed it up with Cho, and look how that turned out, but they were in a bed this time, and if her smile was anything to go by she was incredibly happy at the moment. He reached up and began playing with her breasts, tweaking her nipples slightly to see what sounds he could get her to make. All the while struggling not to cum too soon, though it was obviously a losing battle.
Her insides were incredibly hot, and wet … it was truly the single greatest thing he had ever experienced. Sex was now number one on his list of things to do, followed by making sure his girls were all happy ... and training to protect them. He didn't care about politics, or manipulative old men, or missing Slytherins at the moment. His entire being was focused on where he was connected to the redheaded bombshell that had literally been dropped in his lap.
He felt her cumming around him even as he saw the look on her face. She was trying desperately to keep moving at the same pace so he would cum with her. He knew she had a complex about gaining pleasure before him, so he stopped concentrating on not cumming and pounded her even harder. A tingle began to shoot from his balls, down his legs, then back up to his chest before exploding down each arm and into his head. Every muscle in his body began to contract. and he found his back arching off the bed, even as he impaled her over and over again on his aching cock.
"Ginny … I'm going to cum …"
She nodded, though her eyes were now closed in concentration, "Oh, God! Cum with me, Harry! Cum inside me!"
Who was he to argue? With a final thrust, he buried himself completely inside her and began shooting rope after rope of thick cum into her womb. It began to overflow down his shaft and onto his balls, causing small aftershocks as the warm trickle turned cold when the air hit it. She collapsed onto his chest bonelessly and panted softly. Mind having been completely blown by her own orgasm.
The two of them had not noticed that Gabby's eyes were slightly open and that her fingers were currently circling her clit once again. Neither did they notice that she had orgasmed at the same time as they had, and now that they were cuddling, neither noticed as the girl closed her eyes; pretending to be asleep once again.
She felt him stir inside her and her eyes widened, "Do you want to go again?" She asked.
He grinned sheepishly, "That was bloody amazing, of course I want to go again."
Not to be outdone, she sat up and began rocking against his rapidly stiffening member once more. Blood tinged cum leaked onto his pelvis as she moved, quickly turning into a froth, then disappearing as friction evaporated it. She grabbed his hands, then lay back to change the angle at which he entered her, and he happily held her up as this almost completely new sensation began stimulating him. Her already tight pussy was even tighter around the base of his cock in this position, and her arse was rubbing against his balls in a very pleasant way. Before he realized what was happening he was on the edge again, "Oh, shit, Gin … I'm going to cum again …"
She grinned and increased her pace, "It's okay, Harry; cum inside me again. I don't care if I do."
He didn't like that idea and let go of one of her hands so he could use his thumb on her clit. It wasn't the most masterful move, as he couldn't really control what he was touching with her hips moving so hard against his own ... but it was enough. As he erupted inside her, he felt her walls swell against him, and she cried out his name before falling onto her back between his legs. His member popping free and allowing another pool of cum to form on the comforter beneath her.
He found the site of his cum flowing out of her pussy to be almost more erotic than watching her get Gabby off. It was proof of what he'd just done to her, the sticky mess that their lovemaking had produced. A sudden thought froze him though.
"Uh … Hermione said you were on both muggle and magical contraceptives, right?"
She grinned up at the ceiling and he could just barely see her teeth, "Why, Harry? Don't want any babies?"
He was almost afraid to answer, "Actually … well …"
She shook her head and lifted it to look at him over her boobs, and between her legs, "Yes, I'm on both. I wouldn't stop you from cumming inside me anyway though, but I figured you wouldn't want children while still in Hogwarts." She suddenly turned gloomy, and he didn't like that, "Or … with me …"
He sat up and climbed up her body, so that he was laying between her legs and against her chest, then kissed her thoroughly. "That would not be the worst thing in the world, Gin … but you are right; I'm not ready to be a dad just yet. Thank you for thinking of me, I'm sorry I didn't think about it before …"
She felt him stiffening against her leg and her eyes widened, "Again?!"
He looked a bit bashful, "I guess I can't get enough of you."
She blushed, but nodded; he sheathed himself inside her again in short order. This time taking a much slower pace; bathing her in kisses and caresses. He savored every inch of her body with his fingers, thrusting slowly inside her so he could make a mental map of every fold and crease. His cum acted as a continued lubricant so she was nowhere near too dry to continue, but she winced slightly as he bumped against her cervix; bottoming out inside her.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
She nodded, "A little sore, but I don't care. I want you to fuck me all night, and all morning, if you want to."
Her words spurred him on, and he took her up on her offer.
-~Hogwarts Shuffle!~-
She passed out from exhaustion, somewhere around her eighth or ninth orgasm of the night, and sometime around one in the morning. She woke up ten minutes later to find Harry was still fucking her and marvelled at his stamina. Even if he was more physically fit now; she couldn't believe he could keep cumming like this. She was so used and abused that her pussy was actually nearing a numb feeling ... but she didn't care. It meant that Harry needed her again, and she would be damned if she would let him know how much it hurt her to be used like this.
In fact, she enjoyed the pain, it was a symbol of her man using her the way she dreamed of. She was almost positive now that this was his first time since Cho, and took pride in the fact that it had been done right! He came over and over, just as often or more so than she did, and yet he kept coming ... and cumming. She found herself crying happy tears again as he once more filled her with his warm thick seed.
… Sometime around 2:00, A.M. : Gabby had finally had enough and passed out for real.
… … Sometime around 2:30, A.M. : Ginny passed out with him still moving inside her.
… … … Some time around 3:00, A.M. : Harry finally joined both girls in dreamland; completely spent.