The Hogwarts Coven

Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret

Chapter 9 – What Ever Happened

Harry and Ginny were lying in bed next to each other, smiling after a morning of sexual deviancy that had itself followed a night of amorous activities. They were still in the so called 'honeymoon' phase of the relationship; sex was new and exciting and they loved being around each other, they could barely ever resist touching each other. They attempted to remain neutral around Ron, as if they were not shagging each other's brains out behind his back. But at this point, most Gryffindors, and certainly the ones that knew them, were aware of their passionate relationship.

"How long are you going to wait to ask me?" laughed Ginny, flipping over onto her stomach so they were facing each other.

Harry, still on his back, looked down at Ginny, a confused expression covering his features. "Ask you what?"

"To the ball, silly," Ginny replied, amazed at the obtuse nature of boys.

"Oh that! Are we going to that?" Harry frowned. "I thought that we still weren't making our relationship official in public, because of your brother and everything," he explained.

"So, you're not going to go to a ball with me, your girlfriend, because you care too much about my brother's opinion?" asked an incredulous Ginny.

"Well, I thought we agreed we were still keeping it from him," Harry said, utterly baffled by Ginny's incredulity.

"Yes, but now there's a major social occasion, one specifically designed for couples. And I, as your girlfriend would like to go with you," Ginny said, the emphasis on the word 'girlfriend' expressing her irritation clearly. As if Harry needed any more indication than the fire in her eyes.

"I just don't want to risk losing Ron, not after we've only just made-up," Harry said.

"What the fuck!" Ginny exploded, getting up onto her knees. "You care more about your friend than your girlfriend!"

"Best friend," corrected Harry. This was an error.

"I cannot fucking believe you! You say you love me and yet you're more scared of what my idiot brother thinks! Who gives a hippogriff's ass what he thinks? He shouldn't have got annoyed with you about the tri-wizard tournament in the first place, it was hardly your fault. And both of us can date who we damn well please. He does not police me, Harry. Don't let him police you!" Ginny ranted, her arms flailing and her face now a very interesting shade of red.

"I just don't see why the ball is some sort of big deal. We agreed to wait on it, but now because there's some silly dance you've suddenly changed your mind," Harry said, sitting up straight now. He had joined Ginny in irritation. He could not see what was so special about the ball. "Just go with a friend or something. It doesn't have to be couples," Harry added.

"Typical. So, fucking typical. If you can't see why this is important to me then maybe we shouldn't be dating!" Ginny yelled, her barely contained anger now surging forth into the room. She got out of bed and hurried over to her clothes. Trying to get dressed quickly whilst remaining angry was quite the challenge, but Ginny managed it.

"Are you breaking up with me? Over this?" Harry asked, bewildered by the sudden turn of events. Half an hour ago Ginny's cock had been firmly lodged up his ass and now she was breaking up with him.

"Yes. I. Am!" said Ginny firmly. "Consider us done!" she yelled as she marched across the room and to the door. "Typical boys," she muttered under her breath as she went, just loud enough for Harry to hear.

"Typical fucking girls!" Harry yelled back at her.

"Fuck you!" Ginny screamed before exiting the room with a flail of her arms and a slamming of the door.

"Shit," Harry exhaled. The silence in the room was deafening. "Now what do I fucking do?" he muttered.

He decided to see Hedwig.

It was bitterly cold as Harry made the lengthy walk to the owlery. The Scottish winter had well and truly come and Harry's warming charms were struggling. The fact that the cold registered at all for Harry was demonstrative of its iciness. He was still fuming.

First, there had been shock. He did not really know how Ginny and he had so quickly gone from snuggling in bed to screaming at each other. Then he had gone over the event multiple times in his head, desperately trying to understand her position. They had agreed to keep their relationship secret, why did a bloody ball change that? Why did the ball matter so much? They could make their own dancefloor in the room of requirement if a dance was what she really wanted. Harry was at a loss.

His next destination was to find Hermione. Maybe she would understand, being of the correct gender and all. Plus, her argument with Ron was still ongoing, she would know how to deal with such conflict. Hopefully.

With his mind focused on his anger and his tattered relationship he failed to notice the beautiful Asian Ravenclaw before it was too late. Turning in to the owlery they collided straight into each other. It was only because of both of their seeker instincts that they managed to avoid their heads colliding. Harry's frame sent Cho sprawling onto the floor, himself unable to stop his body from landing atop hers.

Cho was lying on her back, Harry's body lying directly across hers. "Shit! Er, sorry, Cho. I didn't see you there," Harry said, still in shock.

"That's ok, Harry," Cho said, with her slight Scottish lilt. "I didn't see you either."

"Clearly," Harry laughed.

"Would you mind letting me up?" Cho asked. Harry's eyes widened as he realised exactly the position that they were lying in. His cock hardened as their closeness was finally noted by his brain.

"Sorry," Harry said, scrambling up to his feet and then reaching out a hand for Cho.

"It's fine, Harry. The stairs are slippery this time of year."

"That they are," agreed Harry. Still annoyed at Ginny and still without a date to the Yule Ball an idea suddenly sprung forth in Harry's mind. He had found Cho attractive for a while now, it helped that she was so good at Quidditch. So, with a confidence he did not realise he had, he blurted out a question that almost all fourth year and older boys had blurted out in the last few days. "Doyouwanttogototheballwithme?" his confidence left him as the first syllable left his mouth and the question became one continuous word.

"Sorry?" Cho asked, genuinely unsure of what Harry had just said. Though she could probably guess given his nerves.

Taking a breath Harry tried again, slower this time. "Do you want to go to the ball with me?"

"Oh," said Cho, taken aback by hearing it in person. "I would have really loved to, Harry. But someone already asked me and I agreed. I said that I would go with them," Cho explained, attempting to express her genuine regret at the situation. "I really would have liked to go with you, Harry," she said again.

"Oh, er, ok," replied Harry, unsure of exactly how to deal with this. He had not thought this far ahead. "That's fine, I'll er ask someone else," he said, trying to sound cool about it, but failing.

"But I can offer you something else," Cho offered.

"Yeah?"

"Well Cedric and I have been on/off since almost the start of year now, but since he asked me, we've been kinda official," Cho explained. "But we have a sort of open relationship and he has mentioned that he would like to do something with you sometime."

"Something with me? Like the three of us?" Harry asked, very surprised at this turn of events.

"Yeah, maybe. But I can give you a sneak preview now," Cho smirked. She was very good at this; she knew she was beautiful and she knew Harry certainly found her so and that gave her the confidence to suggest such a thing. Cedric and her had mentioned Harry before and Cedric had said he would talk to him about it after the ball. But there was no reason she could not have a little fun with him first.

"A preview? Like now?" a bewildered Harry asked.

"Yes," smiled Cho, getting down onto her knees and reaching for his trousers.

"Well ok then," agreed Harry, helping Cho release his cock from their current entrapment.

Cho smiled in appreciation as Harry's cock sprang free. "You have a lovely cock, Harry," Cho complimented, giving it a kiss as if to prove her words.

"Thanks," Harry said, dropping his trousers completely and holding his jumper up and his robes back, to give her easy access to it.

She grasped the base of his shaft gently, holding it in place. Then she planted little kisses up and down the length of each side, eliciting a quiet moan of pleasure from Harry. Satisfied that he had been sufficiently worked up, Cho placed the tip of his throbbing shaft in her mouth and gently sucked on it. Harry moaned again, louder this time, encouraging Cho to slip more and more of it into her mouth.

Cho was experienced and thus now an expert at the art of fellatio. Harry experienced this first hand as Cho's tongue gave a virtuoso performance in pleasure, licking and lapping at his tip, triggering every nerve ending it could find. "God, Cho!" Harry exclaimed. "You're so fucking good at that!"

Cho treated his kind words with a reward, suddenly slamming her mouth down on his cock and taking his entire length into her throat. "Fuck!" he exclaimed as the sensations around his cock changed and he felt the tight constrictions of Cho's throat.

Harry's vibrant green orbs met Cho's playful darker ones and in them Harry saw a gentle pleading. Interpreting this look, he hoped correctly, Harry placed his hands on the back of Cho's head and forced her nose deeper into his jumper. With his robes now swishing, no longer being held by his arms, Harry began to vigorously fuck Cho's mouth. By her loud moans around his shaft and the glazed look of lust in her eyes Harry concluded that he had indeed interpreted her wants correctly. Luckily, it was also what Harry needed. Taking his frustration and anger out, Harry thrust his cock back and forth, Cho taking him all the way to the base time and time again. "Do you like that, slut?" Harry taunted. "Like my big cock in your whorish throat, huh?"

Cho did in fact like that. Eyes watering, throat gagging and mouth spluttering, she was enjoying the rough treatment immensely. She had quickly discovered this side of herself and now she could not get enough of it. To have this younger wizard so thoroughly use her throat and mouth turned her on massively. Her hard cock tenting her skirt was evidence of this.

"Fuck, Cho, I'm gonna…!" Harry exclaimed, burying his cock all the way into Cho's throat and then releasing his load with a very loud growl. He fired several shots of thick cum into her stomach, her face pressed into his jumper as he did so. Then with a gasp he released her and she took large gulps of air. "That was so good, Cho," said Harry as his orgasm subsided. "Do you want me to return the favour?" he offered, the verbal degradation having only been in the heat of the moment.

"No thanks, Harry. I'm going to go and find Cedric to pound me," she said. "But I'll definitely be mentioning this to him," she smirked, getting up off her knees. "And I'm sure you'll be able to do whatever you want with me then," she teased. Giving Harry a gentle kiss, she bid him goodbye and then took off down the steps and back to the rest of the school.

With a loud sigh Harry straightened out his clothing and went to find Hedwig. Only to find the bird giving him a very annoyed glare. "What? You're not the only girl in my life," he said. Hedwig simply huffed and puffed out her chest. "But you are the most important," he added. Hedwig turned and glanced at him, seeing if he was being genuine. Satisfied that he was she fluttered over to him and perched herself on his shoulder, nibbling merrily on his ear. "You'll always be my special girl," Harry smiled, gently petting her.

He suddenly found that his seething anger had been replaced by a soothing calm. Now he needed to talk to Hermione.

"So, in conclusion, you had sex with Ginny, fought with Ginny, throat fucked Cho Chang and yet you still have no date to the Yule Ball," Hermione summarised. Harry had not had a chance to speak to Hermione until that night. It was now very late and the two were sitting in a corner of the empty Gryffindor common room, behind a variety of privacy and silencing charms that Hermione had been religiously studying since she had begun to engage in acts of a more private nature.

"Pretty much," Harry confirmed. He had told her the entire events of the day. "I assume you're going with Viktor?" he asked.

"I am," she said. "Any particular reason?" she smirked.

"Well if you weren't going with anyone, I was going to ask you," Harry explained, before hastily adding; "As friends."

"Harry," Hermione started. "I think we can remain friends but also be more than that," she said.

"You mean?" he asked, intrigued by this possibility. Harry had thought about Hermione like that before, of course he had. She had grown into a very attractive young woman. But he had never seriously considered acting on these thoughts.

"Yes," she said simply, leaning forward to kiss him. Harry, though initially surprised, quickly melted into the kiss, running one hand through her bushy hair. They both moaned into the kiss, their hands quickly exploring each other's bodies over their clothes. "I need you, Harry," Hermione declared, breaking up their kiss. She used the break to begin ridding herself of her clothes, Harry soon followed suit. "Sit back on the sofa," Hermione ordered Harry once they were both naked.

Hermione dropped to her knees before the sofa, kneeling in between his parted legs. She grasped his cock and admired its impressive length and thickness. It was not as sizeable as her own, but it was still a very nicely sized cock. "Nice and big, Harry," Hermione smiled as she latched her mouth onto his balls and stroked his shaft.

Harry threw his head back and moaned at Hermione's actions. He had heard all of her stories about her sexual escapades but to see her in action between his legs was something else. She looked like she had been doing such things for years. And it certainly felt like it. The dual pleasure of his balls and shaft being stimulated felt incredible. "So good, 'Mione," he groaned.

Encouraged by Harry's moans, Hermione decided to use her mouth to focus on his length, one hand still pumping the base and the other now playing with his wet balls. "Oh, God," he moaned as half of his shaft was rapidly enveloped in Hermione's warm mouth. This blowjob was very different to the one that Cho had given him earlier. Then, Harry had dominated her, he had set the pace and rhythm. Here, Hermione was the one in control. Though, giving a blowjob seemed, on the surface, to be inherently submissive, Hermione disproved that notion. She was in charge and he knew it.

Hermione was enjoying herself hugely. Since she had become sexually awakened, Harry had never been far from her thoughts in that way. This was only exacerbated by the fact that the two confided in each other about all matters sexual. And he was certainly living up to her imagination. She loved the feeling of his substantial manhood in her mouth, of his salty pre-cum coating her tongue but mostly she loved hearing his sexy moans of pleasure as she worked on him. Yet, she wanted more, she wanted him completely.

She took him fully into her throat, burying his whole length in her slender neck, her nose pressing into his trimmed pubes. This caused Harry to let out a string of expletives at the feeling of having his shaft in his best friend's undulating throat.

Then the feeling was gone. Hermione came up and released Harry's cock from her mouth with a gasp. "I want that ass," she stated matter-of-factly. She grabbed Harry's ankles and raised them up, letting him do the rest of the work. He pressed his knees to his chest and held his legs up, revealing his puckered hole to Hermione. "Yummy," Hermione giggled, before burying her face between his upturned cheeks. She held the back of his thighs as she let her tongue lap and lick at his exposed asshole. She knew it was not virgin tight and she could see and feel that, but it was tighter than expected. She only managed to get the tip of tongue into his used ass, which was not as much as she was expecting. Harry simply lay there, keeping his legs up, and luxuriated in the lovely sensation of Hermione's tongue dancing across his ass.

It lasted not much more than a minute before the impatient and eager Hermione stood up and spat on her own cock, lubricating it for what was to come next. Harry's eyes went wide as he saw Hermione's cock in all of its glory for the first time. He clenched his ass reflexively as he imagined that ploughing him. Hermione made sure that he did not have to imagine such things for long. "Ready to take my big cock?" Hermione goaded. Harry simply nodded in response, eager and nervous at the same time. Though Hermione was not that much bigger than Ginny, an extra inch was quite a lot when it was in your ass.

"Fuck," Harry moaned as the head of Hermione's dick slipped into his ass. She gripped the back of his knees, pushing them back and spreading them wider as she gently slid into his ass.

"You feel so good, Harry," she said, with half of her shaft inside of him. Hermione stared intensely at the sight of her cock stretching Harry's ass around it. "How are you still so tight?" she gasped as she bottomed out inside of him.

"Magic," he grinned.

"Shut up," Hermione laughed, beginning to get into a rhythm of thrusting.

"Fuck me hard, Hermione," Harry asked of her.

"Oh, don't you worry about that," she chuckled, slamming her shaft into him as if to give supporting evidence to her words.

"God, 'Mione! Harry exclaimed as the substantial length of Hermione buried itself inside of him.

"I think you mean Goddess," Hermione wryly commented, increasing the speed of her thrusting.

"Fuck, yes!" Harry yelled as Hermione got a regular rhythm going. Her cock soon sawing in and out of Harry's tight ass at a constant pace. Hermione's balls were loudly slapping against Harry's ass cheeks, their bodies crashing together and then moving apart in rhythmic ecstasy. Harry looked up and admired Hermione's breasts bouncing on her chest as she thrust back and forth, a small river of sweat starting to form between the two mounds. "I'm gonna cum soon," Harry warned, slowly jerking his cock and Hermione pounded him. Between the ploughing of his ass with its constant pressure on his prostate and Hermione's skilled oral ministrations earlier, Harry was incredibly close. It was amazing that he had lasted that long.

Hermione leant down and passionately kissed Harry at hearing his warning. She wanted to feel his body shiver and shake beneath her as he came. And she did. The moment her tongue entered his mouth he erupted, gasping loudly into her mouth as cum rocketed from his cock and spattered both of their chests. Hermione could feel his body spasming and writhing beneath her as pleasure overwhelmed him.

Hermione had not thought that she herself was close, but the sight of her best friend in uncontrollable bliss, plus his tight ass getting even tighter, instantly brought her tumbling over her own edge. She came too, dumping her load deep in his ass as she collapsed on top of him; her hips still making small jerking motions as her own orgasm overwhelmed her. Her face was in his neck, her hair spread out covering his own face, their bodies pressed very close together. It was an intimate end to a passionate encounter.

"That was perfect, 'Mione," Harry stated having recovered from his orgasm.

"Yeah, it was," she smiled, pulling her head back and smiling at him. They kissed again, gently this time, both just wanting to be close to each other. "But it's not over yet, Potter," Hermione said. "Next you're riding me."

"Oh, really, Granger," Harry replied, eyebrows raised. "And what if I want a go in your ass?" he asked.

"Maybe if you're a really good boy that can be round three," she replied, a sexy look on her face and a lustful glint in her eye.

"And what does being a good boy entail?"

"Riding my cock like a slut," Hermione said bluntly.

"I think I can manage that," Harry smiled. And he certainly did. He rode her meaty shaft with reckless abandon, bouncing up and down until she pumped her second load into his ass. And then Harry got what was promised. He got to fuck her ass. But Harry went for intimacy, and so they lay on their sides on the sofa, Harry behind Hermione, his face in the crook of her neck, his arms wrapped around her as he gently thrust in and out of her ass until they both finished with quiet groans and gentle shudders.

They lay on the sofa until the sun began to rise again, snoozing, cuddling and kissing. Simply being. And then they decided that they had better head to their actual beds before anyone noticed. With a last gentle kiss, they parted at the stairs and then went to bed.

They were both shattered the next day, but it was totally worth it.

Until Harry realised, he still had no date.

Author's Note: A shorter one this week, the shortest of the whole story in fact. But much like the tide before a tsunami, this is the brief reprieve before the Yule Ball next week. Which I hope will live up to expectations.

Harry seems to be simultaneously useless with girls, but also very lucky. And just a note on the Hermione/Harry scene, Ron and Hermione are at this stage effectively broken up - they haven't uttered a word to each other in months, hence why they can get together for a one-time thing. If they suddenly started dating, that would be a lot more iffy.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed it. Chapter is named after a song as always (let's see if we can't get two correct guesses in a row). And I hope y'all have a lovely weekend :)