The Hogwarts Coven
Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret
Chapter 13 – Alone, Together
Hermione awoke with a gasp. Her dreams had been surprisingly light, a brief reprieve. And then the events of the previous day returned to her, flooding her brain. But she felt better than she had the previous day. Now that the initial shock of the attack had faded and her mind had had the chance to analyse, to ponder and pontificate, she did not feel as traumatised as one might expect.
The humiliation still stung. Being forced to degrade oneself before a nemesis was never fun. Moreover, Hermione had, for a time longer than anyone should, believed that she could actually be drowned. Pansy had demonstrated the magnitude of her bitter hatred, the jealousy wrought ressentiment. And to murder, in that moment, did not seem like such a stretch for the Slytherin.
But whilst the attack had initially left Hermione shellshocked and on the verge of breaking, the instant, unified and unconditional support from her friends had made her realise that Pansy was merely a spiteful girl with a below average, for a witch, cock, who had attempted to externalise her own personal failings on an easy target; the know-it-all 'mudblood'. But all the attack had done now, was two things; make Hermione certain that stark change was necessary and, more personally, make revenge upon the bullying Slytherin palatable.
As she reflected on her life at Hogwarts, she made a promise to herself, that some sneering Slytherin was not going to break her, not when a Mountain Troll, a Basilisk and a swarm of soul-thirsty Dementors had failed. She was Hermione Granger and she did not crumble.
It was perhaps only her recent boost in confidence that had inspired this steely toughness, or perhaps it was the still lingering feeling of Luna's small hand supportively clasping her own. Or maybe it was the beautiful French witch who was lying peacefully next to her, a protective arm over her stomach. Regardless, Hermione had decided that this would not break her. Change her it had, but it had only forced her to consciously will upon a strength that she had not known she possessed. But now that she did, everything seemed possible. And with that her thoughts turned to romance.
Strange as it was to think of something, that was in a sense trivial, at a time such as this, Hermione did think about it. The aftermath of 'the incident', as Hermione was now referring to it, had certainly made one thing abundantly clear, Fleur felt more for her than a mere sexual acquaintance. That notion was reinforced by the Veela's current position, in bed next to her. But even during the attack itself her mind had, in the way that one's mind often does when in a heightened state, flitted around those she knew and loved most. Her parents obviously, but it had also touched upon, Harry and Ron, with the same feeling, of a deep friendship, to Ginny and Luna too, and Fleur, but most notably to Lavender. Her feelings for Lavender were so completely unlike her, they had emerged so suddenly and violently. The slow and steady development of a relationship that Hermione usually underwent with a new person was thrown out, and in its place was this dramatic outburst of powerful emotion, a chaotic whirlwind of intimacy and passion. It was an anomaly in Hermione's life. It confused her some. But mostly it intrigued and excited her. Just thinking about the blonde had Hermione both hard and smiling.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the beautiful blonde sharing the bed stirring. "Morning, Fleur," Hermione whispered softly.
"'ermione? Oh, ma Cherie! Are you ok?" Fleur bolted upright as soon as she remembered where she was and why she was there.
"I'm fine, Fleur," Hermione giggled. "Really."
"It iz fine if you are not," Fleur said, her French accent slightly thicker this early in the day.
"Fleur, it's going to take a lot more then Pansy Parkinson to break me," Hermione reassured, leaning forward and kissing the blonde gently on the lips. "Where are the others?" she asked.
"I believe zat Ronald iz sleeping on ze sofa, but ze others 'ave gone to zeir dormitories," Fleur said, her accent even thicker now that she was entirely distracted by Hermione's kissable lips.
"I love your accented English," Hermione smiled at Fleur.
"I struggle to control it in the mornings and around beautiful witches," Fleur replied taking great care to lose as much of the accent as possible.
"Is that your way of calling me beautiful?" Hermione flirted.
"Clearly you are feeling better," Fleur chortled as Hermione's hands began aggressively exploring the French witch. Fleur squeaked in surprise as Hermione shoved the witch down to the bed and straddled her.
"I am feeling much better," she grinned down at Fleur. "So much better."
Ron was woken up some half an hour after Fleur, to the very distinctive cries of sexual pleasure. His eyes flew open and he shot up and looked to the source of the noise. What he saw almost made him cum there and then.
Hermione was on her knees in the middle of the massive bed, Fleur's legs hooked over her arms, as the blonde bounced eagerly on Hermione's length, Hermione's hands on Fleur's ass guiding the witch up and down. The two witches were locked in an intense make-out session, as Fleur mewled into Hermione's mouth. "Mon dieu, tu te sens si bien! Ma Cherie, cum in me, cum in me!" Fleur cried as she herself erupted in orgasm, her large cock spewing cum all over Hermione's chest.
"Fuck!" Hermione cried seconds later, Fleur's clutching ass pulling her over the edge, prompting her to grant Fleur's request.
Ron simply sat there, slack jawed as he watched the display. It was pure witchy perfection. Feminine love at its hottest.
"Morning, Ron," Hermione greeted as she realised that her ex-boyfriend was awake.
"Erm good morning, 'Mione," Ron returned the greeting, his face going bright red in the process as he quickly averted his gaze.
"You can look, monsieur," Fleur said. "We did almost do more yesterday after all," she smirked. Ron kept his eyes elsewhere.
"Do you want to have this talk clothed or unclothed?" asked Hermione.
"Clothed, please," Ron squeaked, surprised not only by the state of her undress but also by her chirpy tone. One would never know what had happened the previous day.
"As you wish," Hermione smiled.
It was only a minute before she joined Ron, who was now sitting up, on the sofa.
"I think I should go first," Ron said. Hermione nodded, encouraging him to go on. "I was stupid and a dick. I shouldn't be scared of what I like just because of what other people may think about me. It was childish and I'm sorry," he huffed out quickly.
"Apology accepted. And I'm sorry if I tried to push you when you weren't ready," Hermione conceded. "And for the time that I, was a little forceful. Having now been on the receiving end of something similar, though more extreme, I see that it was wrong."
"Apology accepted," Ron smiled back. "But I'm not sure we should go back to how it was y'know," Ron continued.
"Agreed," Hermione said. "I love you as a friend and I'm down to fuck whenever, but dating might not be for us," she agreed.
Ron nodded in agreement. "Plus, it seems we both have others we're interested in."
"Oh, do tell," Hermione pressed him.
"I was thinking of asking Padma out," Ron admitted.
"The Ball went that well?" Hermione asked, remembering seeing the two of them looking less than happy.
"The Ball went terribly, but the sex afterwards was great," Ron explained.
"She top you well?" Hermione teased.
"Yes," Ron blushed. The fact that he had accepted his preferences did not make being teased about them any less embarrassing.
"Well go for it then," Hermione encouraged.
"And I heard that you and Lavender are a thing?" Ron stated, more as a question than a definitive statement.
"We're gonna give it a go, yes," Hermione confirmed.
"And Frenchie?"
"'Ey! I have a name!" Fleur cried from the bed.
"And possibly Frenchie," Hermione smiled.
"How's that going to work?" Ron asked.
"No idea," Hermione admitted.
"Well good luck," Ron said, getting up from the sofa.
"Did Harry and Ginny tell you about the thing?" Hermione asked cryptically.
"They did."
"You in?"
"I'm in," Ron verified.
"Perfect." Hermione enthused. "Would you like a more physical apology?" she asked, slipping down onto the floor.
"Er…" Ron stammered, shocked at what was being suggested. "Sure."
With his explicit consent, Hermione went about delivering the greatest blowjob of Ron's short life, thus far. Briefly, as Hermione had his entire length down her throat, Ron pondered on the possible relationship that he was losing out on. But the thought of Padma, and maybe Parvati, quickly stopped such a notion in its tracks – and made him blast his load down Hermione's throat with a groan.
Apology accepted.
"It's disconcerting how well she seems to be doing," Harry noted to Ginny as the two ascended to the seventh floor.
"She seemed so damaged in the immediate aftermath, y'know. Like she wasn't really there anymore. And that's what I would expect, but she's been, 'normal', whatever that is, in the last week and I'm so confused. I just don't understand why," Ginny rambled. "I know she's strong, so strong, but I was expecting a lengthy recovery period. And now she's even going on a date with Lavender tomorrow, I mean I'm really happy, of course. I just can't help but feel like she's burying it all y'know, repressing it. And that can't be healthy," Ginny finally finished as they reached the blank wall that was the entrance to their favourite haunt. Although recently they had had to share it with Hermione and Fleur or Hermione and Lavender when the latter pair wanted some time away from Parvati's eager eyes.
"I just hope she doesn't explode unexpectedly," Harry sighed. Everyone who knew about what was now euphemistically referred to as the incident, which much like referring to Voldemort by 'he-who-must-not-be-named' Harry thought was stupid, were all tensely awaiting when the severity of what she went through would crash over Hermione and she would snap. Every Slytherin barb during lessons in that week had made Ron and Harry far more nervy than annoyed. Thankfully, it seemed like Pansy had not gone around showing off about her 'victory'. Which was more of a reflection on the fact that Snape was likely to act if someone admitted to 'rape' in his earshot, more than it was a reflection on Pansy's restraint.
"Anyway, I want you to push those thoughts away, for now," said Ginny, clasping Harry's hand. "I want you to focus on your present."
"I must admit all this secrecy is making me a tad trepidatious."
"A big word for you, Harry," Ginny teased.
"What can I say, I'm a learned fellow," Harry joked back.
"Well, here it is," Ginny pronounced, gesturing her free arm dramatically as the door opened before them.
The layout of the room was not the surprise, given it was laid out as normal. With sofas before a fireplace on one side, an en-suite on another and a huge bed immediately drawing the eye. But this time it was what was on the bed that really drew the eye. On her knees, in the middle of the bed, was Luna Lovegood. Her arms were stretched before her, ropes connecting each wrist to a separate leg of the bed. Her ankles were similarly tied up but to the wooden support structures at the foot of the bed. But what was more interesting was the rope that was wrapped around just above her knees, also connecting to the head of the bed. This meant that she could not move her legs, so she was stuck in what was basically a downward dog position, head resting on the mattress, ass in the air.
As he stepped into the room and got a better view of her, Harry noted the blindfold across her eyes and the pair of panties, presumably hers, stuffed into her mouth. "Do you like it?" Ginny asked eagerly.
"Yes," Harry said quietly, not quite expecting a surprise like this. "She's so beautiful," he murmured, eliciting a moan of excitement from the object of his praise.
"I think she's excited," Ginny remarked. "Look at her little cocklet, it's dribbling already," this teasing observation from Ginny elicited an even louder moan from Luna, who was now desperate to be played with as Ginny had promised her.
The taunting remark however made Harry suddenly nervous. "Isn't this like…?" Harry asked, Ginny had thought this might be something that Harry said and thus had an answer ready.
"No Harry, it is nothing like that at all," she reassured him. "This is a consensual transfer of power with someone who wants to be treated like this. Luna wants to be tied up to give the illusion of her agency being taken. But the fact that she wants that and we have talked about it extensively means that her agency is present. Hermione's was taken from her. Luna's exists in the fact that she chose to be where she is now, without coercion or pressure. She wants to be tied up, she wants to be used, to be treated like a common whore, taunted and humiliated like the slut that she is, she wants it. Consent is what makes this both incredibly hot and still wonderfully moral and good. That is the difference, Harry," Ginny finished her lengthy lecture on the subject.
"You knew I was going to object like that didn't you?" Harry smiled.
"I may have prepared for such an eventuality," Ginny smirked back and kissed her boyfriend. "Now let's strip and use this cute little toy," she suggested.
"Sounds perfect," agreed Harry.
Luna, through all of Ginny's lengthy explanation, had been moaning and groaning away, her length throbbing with need. She had certainly consented to this. She was always open to try new things and when Ginny had brought up the concept of BDSM with her after a particularly intense session of fucking, Luna had immediately and eagerly agreed. But she had not imagined that it would turn her on this much. To hear Ginny and Harry talking about her as if she was not there and then for Ginny to taunt and objectify her, made her cock dribble in excitement. Ginny was correct, she wanted to be used.
She was so distracted by her sexual fantasies that she did not realise the proximity of one of the other occupants of the room, until she felt the mattress before her head sink down. "Oh, one more thing," came Ginny's voice from behind her. "Her safe word is Pickled onions, I have no idea why, and if her mouth is otherwise occupied, she will cast a big ball of red light," Ginny added quickly.
"Wandlessly?" Harry asked.
"Don't worry, we practiced. She can do it whilst upside down and gagging on ten inches," Ginny proclaimed. "Quite impressive really."
Harry sat down in front of Luna, and grasped the girl's head gently, raising it up. "You want to suck my cock?" Harry asked. Luna simply gurgled through the makeshift gag in her mouth. "What was that? I don't speak slut," Harry teased, getting a snort of merriment from Ginny who had decided to manually lubricate Luna's ass.
Luna shivered at Harry's taunt. "She liked that," Ginny said, giving Luna's upturned ass a firm smack.
Harry removed Luna's underwear from her mouth, but quickly replaced it with his firm shaft. "Her mouth always feels so good," Harry groaned.
"Comes with experience," Ginny laughed as she began rimming Luna with diligence. Harry received the benefits of this as Luna moaned around his cock.
As she was blindfolded, Harry took complete control of Luna's head, guiding it up and down his member, whilst also thrusting his hips upwards, helping the advance into her tight throat.
Luna was beside herself with joy as her two friends worked together, using her as they pleased. Ginny's tongue was flicking, licking and probing at her ass, sending all sorts of enjoyable pleasures up her spine. This gentle treatment from behind was contrasted with Harry's forceful use of her mouth, as he used her for his own pleasure, controlling and guiding her where he wanted her to go. Perversely, the fact that he was using her for his own pleasure, gave Luna a sort of pleasure. The feeling of submission that it conjured thrilled Luna greatly and only made her harder and needier for even harsher use. It was a delightfully depraved spiral into submission.
Harry, though initially slightly wary of this dynamic, quickly grew into it and into his role, once he saw how desperate and eager Luna was. He rolled his head back in bliss as her lips made it down to the very base of his dick, her nose buried in the trimmed hair around said base. "Fuck!" he cried, holding her head in place for several seconds, before releasing her and allowing her to surface for air.
"Ready to fuck her?" Ginny asked, her face raised just above Luna's now rosy ass cheeks, Ginny having spanked them repeatedly as a form of encouragement in her battle with Harry's cock.
"You bet I am," said Harry, quickly getting to his knees and crawling around to behind Luna. Ginny moved around the blonde girl the other way, until they had swapped ends.
Ginny removed Luna's blindfold, when she reached her destination, causing the girl to blink as her eyes adjusted to the light. "You enjoying yourself?"
"Yes, mistress," Luna said, looking up at her beautiful friend. At her hard witch's gift, flat stomach, womanly hips, budding breasts, fiery hair and stunning face. Her friend was a treat to the eyes, and Luna indulged herself regularly.
"I'm just gonna lie here in front of you and you're gonna worship all of me," Ginny declared, settling down with her shaft but an inch from Luna's hungry mouth. "Start at the balls," Ginny instructed. "Bathe them in your mouth and then worship my shaft," Luna followed her instructions, lowering her head to Ginny's full balls and sucking on them, whilst mopping saliva around their shaved surface with her tongue. "Good girl," Ginny cooed patronisingly.
Simultaneously, Harry was beginning his forward march into the depths of Luna's ass. Spearing her wet ass with a firm thrust Harry marvelled at her tightness. "How is she still so tight with your massive thing hammering her every day?" Harry asked in astoundment at how firmly Luna's ass gripped his cock.
"She just seems to tighten up after every fuck. It's like her body wants her to be the best slut she can be," Ginny said. Luna groaned around Ginny's throbbing stick, both at their words, and at Harry's powerful invasion into her ass. "You like feeling his big cock in your ass, slut?" Ginny said aggressively.
"Yes, mistress," Luna affirmed, as Harry bottomed out inside of her, therein beginning his fuck of her proper. Luna moaned around Ginny's cock as she felt Harry's cock slowly exit her ass, and then she squealed around it as Harry slammed his hips forward. This repeated again and again, Harry fucking her convincingly, turning her ass red with his palm too, as Ginny lay before her, and watched her childhood friend worship her pole with diligence.
"Fuck!" Harry exclaimed as he bottomed out in Luna's ass again, just about managing to stem the tide of his orgasm. "Swapsies?" he offered Ginny.
"Sure," she enthused. The two swapped around again, kissing over Luna's body en route to their new positions.
Ginny quickly took over where Harry left off, quickly slamming her hips forward until they met Luna's cute, pert ass. Whilst Harry, like Ginny, simply lay back and let Luna, do all of the oral work.
They repeated this for just under half an hour. Working themselves up to near orgasm pounding at Luna's ass, before swapping places and luxuriating in the gentle oral ministrations of the blonde girl, that were, by design, never quite enough to get them off. Similarly, the stop-start nature of being shared in such a manner had left Luna close to cumming from anal stimulation but had never quite got her over the edge. Harry and Ginny were perfectly conscious of this, and without saying a word, had agreed to edge Luna until she was delirious from her desperate need to cum.
"How do you want to end this and finally cum in or on this slut?" Harry asked from where he was lying on the bed, having his balls tongued by Luna. The three of them were getting tired, Ginny and Harry were sweaty and their legs and hips ached from strenuous activity. But for Luna it was all of her, her wrists and ankles were sore where she was bound, her joints sore from being in the same position for such an extended period of time, her jaw and throat ached and her hair was a sweaty mess. But all of this, for Luna, just added to the eroticism.
"I have an idea," Ginny grinned evilly.
"From the look on your face, I'm gonna like it," Harry smiled, eagerly awaiting Ginny's plan.
"Release her from the ropes," Ginny instructed Harry, who grabbed his wand from where he had left it, by a pillow. With a quick "Finite Incantatem," the ropes disappeared and Luna was unbound. "Climb up onto Harry's cock like a good girl," Ginny tapped Luna on the ass encouragingly. The girl clambered onto Harry and slipped his cock into her well-used ass. Harry's cock slid right in with no opposition. The humiliation of having a cock just slide in with ease like that made Luna's flushed cheeks blush an even deeper red than they already were.
"Perfect," Harry murmured as Luna leaned down, her breasts pressing into Harry's chest, kissing Harry affectionately.
"You've been so good to me, master," she whispered into his ear.
"You've performed perfectly, my little moon slut," Harry complimented back. Luna shivered and moaned at Harry's nickname for her. The play on her name making it even hotter. And then she gasped loudly.
Ginny had, whilst the other two were kissing and whispering to each other, come up behind Luna and positioned her cock at Luna's already filled entrance. "Oh, mistress," Luna moaned loudly as Ginny's cock slipped into her ass alongside Harry's. Luna felt her ass stretch in the most delightfully sordid manner. She felt so slutty and whorish, having a total of nineteen inches of cock buried inside of her ass. "Fuuuuuck," she groaned as Ginny squeezed her whole length inside of her. "You're both so big," Luna moaned, wriggling her full ass. But Luna had felt nothing yet. Ginny's gentle initial penetration generated a little pain for Luna as it stretched her ass, but mostly pleasure. But Ginny's next thrust, a vicious and full-power slam into her ass made Luna cry out in a stunning mixture of pain and pleasure. A sharp pain followed by an incredible throbbing ecstasy. "Fuuuuck! Fuck, fuck, fucking Morgana!" Luna screamed into Harry's neck, her hands gripping the bedsheets as Ginny continued her thrusting.
Tears formed in Luna's eyes and spilled out down her cheeks, rolling into Harry's neck as the sensations in her ass got overwhelmingly intense. "Please can I cum?" Luna begged, both crying and squealing in pleasure, as she wriggled and jiggled her ass in response to Ginny's plundering of her depths. "Pleeeease?"
"What do you think, Harry?"
"I think she's been a good enough girl," Harry said. "You can cum my sweet moon slut. I wanna feel that little cocklet spurt against my stomach," Harry acquiesced.
Before he had even finished his sentence, Luna had screamed ecstatically into his neck as he gently held the back of her head. Her cock did indeed spurt against Harry's stomach, unloading between their bodies. Her body shook and shuddered as an orgasm ripped through her. Every inch of her trembled and quivered, her toes curled, hands fisted and jaw clenched as the immense build-up of pleasure was released through every nerve ending in her body. It felt like she was on fire in the most beautiful kind of way.
Ginny continued on thrusting in and out of the girl as she positively exploded right before her, but pretty quickly Luna's vice-like ass squeezed an orgasm out of both her and Harry. Harry came first, triggering Ginny's own orgasm in turn. Collectively, they flooded Luna's ass with their sticky fluid, pumping it out in copious amounts. Their cocks pulsing and spewing cum then prompted Luna to have a mini second orgasm, her body shaking intensely again. The three of them were all in their own worlds of bliss, it was individual and communal. Each a separate island being ravaged by the same tsunami, all of them drowning in bliss, alone but together.
Ginny pulled out first and collapsed onto her back in a daze. But Harry, concerned by the still shaking blonde in his arms, held her close and whispered gently into her ear. "You were perfect my sweet moon child," he soothed.
Luna turned her head, her stormy grey eyes meeting his intense emerald ones. They stared into each other for several seconds, before Harry gently started to plant kisses all over her face. Luna smiled and giggled gently, slowly returning from the haze that she had been in.
"You picked that up quickly," Ginny said as she lay the other side of Luna. "It's called aftercare," Ginny explained. "A sub always needs it after a scene."
"It seemed natural," Harry shrugged.
"That's cause you're a very caring person, Harry," Ginny smiled, joining in with her boyfriend's kissing game. Luna giggled as she was attacked gently by two pairs of lips. "Did you enjoy that my sweet?" Ginny asked.
"It was the single most incredible experience of my life," Luna said, having mostly returned to her usual dreamy state.
"That's quite the review," said Ginny, relieved that their first attempt at such a thing had been a success. "Up for a sequel then?"
"Definitely," Luna agreed readily. "But maybe not today."
"Definitely not today," Ginny laughed.
And the three of them lay in bed, playfully kissing and touching each other for a while. Content to exist in the sweet moment that they had carved out for themselves.
Hermione was distracted. And Lavender could tell. The gossip had developed a knack for reading people and the intense last few weeks between them had revealed a lot of Hermione to Lavender. But in the last week or so Hermione had been different. It was subtle. To anyone who did not know her that well, she would come across as the same as always. But to those who knew her, she was different.
She seemed, to Lavender, to be slightly more withdrawn. Her laugh was a little quieter, her chirping up with facts a little less often and her smile a little less bright. The rich brown of her eyes was a little duller. Something had happened.
Her friends gave it away too. Now having spent more time with them than she had in the last few years combined, Lavender could tell there was a tension in the group. It felt as if they were all being extra cautious around Hermione. Lavender wanted to know why.
But was their first official date really the time to do that? Lavender was unsure. On the way to Hogsmeade they had chatted amiably, small talk is what it was. But now, sitting in Madam Puddifoot's, a silence had descended over their tea and cake. The garish interior design somehow making the silence stand out even more.
Now would normally be the time where the conversation would move onto something more substantive, where one would reveal something of themselves to the other. But that was not happening. A heaviness hung in the air.
So, with a deep breath and a conjuring of Gryffindor courage, Lavender broached the topic. "What's wrong, Hermione?" she asked softly.
"Nothing," said Hermione a little too quickly to be believable; her eyes snapping up to meet Lavender's.
The two studied each other for a second.
"Hermione, I can tell that something is off," Lavender reaffirmed. "I may not get perfect grades, but I can tell when someone is hiding something. What is it, Hermione? You can tell me."
"I'm fine, Lav, honestly," Hermione shot Lavender a reassuring smile, but it was fake. Her eyes remained the dull colour they had been in for the last week.
"Please, Hermione," Lavender pleaded gently.
"I don't know what you want from me," Hermione snapped. A few heads turned their way at the increase in volume.
"This is not an attack Hermione. This is just a desire to share in your life with you. Both your triumphs and your upsets. And I know that something has happened, I can see it in your eyes. I can hear it in the cautious voices of your friends…"
"And no doubt you see it in your tea leaves and crystal ball," Hermione said bitterly. Lavender reeled back for a second, surprised by the harshness in Hermione's tone. Even when she was being her most degrading during sex her tone was not that harsh. "Was it fraud Trelawney who gave you some bullshit about my suffering or something? Or perhaps you just want to find out about me so you can gossip away with your girly friends," Hermione sneered. "I asked you out to be nice to you, but how could I ever expect you to be anything but the nattering, chattering little schoolgirl, with her careful make-up and bullshit star charts. I asked you out of pity and now all I get is an interrogation," Hermione had worked herself up into a seething anger by this point in her rant. "Admittedly the sex is good, but maybe that is all you're good for after all. Maybe now that I've used your holes, I should just leave you for the next person. Maybe you've expended your utility," Hermione finally finished, spitting out the last few words.
Tears streamed down Lavender's cheeks, ruining her make-up in the process. "Fuck you," she said quietly, just loud enough for Hermione to hear, before dropping a few coins on the table to pay for their food and drinks. "I thought you were different," she uttered, standing up from the table. "But you're just a cunt," and then she fled.
The bitter cold of Scotland in January really made itself known, the tears streaming down her face now felt like icy pinpricks as the freezing wind chilled them right down. She kept her head down as she stormed her way through the village and back towards the carriages that would return her to the castle.
She had been shocked at first by Hermione's words. But had soon realised that she had heard similar before. She scolded herself for not seeing it coming. Why would an attractive and intelligent girl like Hermione want anything to do with the silly little blonde?
It did not make it hurt any less. Their brief relationship had felt so freeing and joyous. But now it was dead. And the same doubts that echoed around Lavender's head had sprouted from Hermione's mouth in a fiery avalanche of confirmation. She was a body. She was nothing else. And she should stop hoping to be seen. For she was only good for being looked at.
A concerned Fleur stood impatiently, tapping her foot against the ground, just outside the official grounds of Hogwarts. She was awaiting her little sister, Gabrielle, who had been given permission all of a sudden, to come to Hogwarts. Fleur did not know why this sudden change in Madame Maxine's policy had occurred but she was grateful for it anyway.
Her concern however, was not for her sister. Her concern instead was for Hermione, who had had some sort of major argument with Lavender the previous day, on their first date, no less. Some part of Fleur was overjoyed at this, Hermione was now after all, single. But a much larger part of her was deeply concerned. Hermione had shrugged off her assault with an unsettling ease, and it led Fleur, and Hermione's closest friends, to believe that she was repressing a certain amount of emotion.
Such a thing was basically alien to Fleur, who in both a typically French and Veela manner hid few of her emotions to her closest family. To others she was austere and stoic, but to those she loved she was herself, which was anything but. Ruled by instinct and emotion, the concept of repression, a very British concept, was foreign to her, and thus scary. She was thankful that Hermione's other friends, who were quickly becoming her own friends, another scary prospect for the eternally friendless Fleur, shared her concerns. It seemed that the negative repercussions of such behaviour were not unknown to at least some of Hogwarts' students.
Fleur was shaken from her brooding by the sudden emergence of a smaller version of herself. Gabrielle was very like Fleur in her angelic looks and the way she held herself, head up, shoulders back, ready to face the world with confidence. The difference was in what they showed to that world. Gabrielle had not inherited Fleur's scowling stoicism, but was instead an uninhibited ball of energy. She had a passion and vigour that Fleur had never had. Fleur just hoped that the world did not beat it out of her, as it may have done Hermione.
"Fleur!" Gabrielle cried, bouncing excitedly over to her sister and leaping into her arms.
"It is so good to see you, my little darling," greeted Fleur, in French obviously. "How was your trip?"
"Quick," Gabrielle replied. "It's not very comfortable though," she said of the Portkey she had just used.
"It is not, but it is simpler than a flying carriage," Fleur said optimistically, as the two began the walk up to Hogwarts.
"Is it always this cold?" Gabrielle asked.
"Yes, it is. I hope you brought a lot of furs," Fleur replied.
"Wow," Gabrielle gasped as Hogwarts came into sight. "It's massive!"
"It is," Fleur agreed. "It is not Beauxbatons but it does have its charm," she conceded.
"Found someone you like then," Gabrielle nudged her sister in the ribs, a knowing twinkle in her eye.
"I have made some acquaintances," Fleur said secretively. "I'm sure you will get to meet them in time."
"I hope I do more than meet them," the smaller blonde positively purred. Fleur simply laughed at her sister's lasciviousness.
And so it was, all the way up the hill. Gabrielle skipping merrily along next to her sister, chirpily nattering away, as Fleur failed to stop a smile from plastering across her own face. As easy as that her worries faded away. It was a unique talent that Gabrielle possessed.
The other unique talent that she possessed, at least for her size, was a remarkable ability to pack away cock inside her lithe body. An ability that Fleur put to the test once they reached her quarters inside of the Beauxbatons carriage.
"I have missed your mouth, my little darling," Fleur moaned as Gabrielle worked on her big sister's cock. They had been in such a position countless times over the past year or so, once Gabrielle's sexuality had emerged in all of its glorious vitality. Despite it being a common occurrence, it had never lost its excitement for either of the girls. And given that it had now been several months since they had last indulged in such an activity this first resumption of their incestuous games was particularly special.
Gabrielle knelt submissively between her sister's legs; brows furrowed as she concentrated on the task at hand. In recent months she had been practicing on her parents' shafts, her mother's being a particularly difficult task given its girth. Thus, Fleur's cock was not posing as big of a challenge as it usually did. "You have been practicing," Fleur commented as Gabrielle managed to take her entire shaft with less of a struggle than usual. "Have mummy and daddy been making you practice?" she teased.
The two slipped into their usual roles. Fleur naturally taking charge. Gabrielle loved being mocked and teased, during sex, by her big sister, almost as much as she loved taking her big sister's shaft. As the younger sister, she had quickly fallen in to the role of submissive and had fallen in love with it. Veela in general were more dominant in the bedroom, and Gabrielle could be when she wanted to be, as proven by some of the boys in her year at Beauxbatons. And her mother had told her that she would grow into her dominance as she developed and as her shaft did; currently sitting at, a respectable, for her age, five inches. But a part of her wanted to remain in her current niche, a total whore for cock.
"Gag like a slut, little sister," Fleur moaned as she took control of her sister's head and began thrusting her hips to meet her sister's mouth. "Oh Gabi, your throat," she groaned as Gabrielle purposely flexed her throat around her big sister's invading shaft.
Gabrielle's watery blue eyes looked up into her sister's, the eye contact somehow enhancing the hotness of the blowjob. And then with a gasp, Fleur released her sister's head and let her off of her cock. "Very good, Gabi," Fleur complimented. "Let's see what else you have learnt," she said, as she moved herself back onto her bed and lay down, her head resting comfortably on the pillows, her cock pointing to the ceiling. "I want to see your little shaft flopping up and down."
Gabi bounded eagerly over to the bed and straddled her sister. With no hesitation she positioned Fleur's cock accordingly and then sat down, rapidly sinking her ass down until it met Fleur's thighs. "On the queen Veela! Mother has been stretching you, little sister," Fleur moaned, not expecting to be balls deep that quickly.
"But my ass is still snug enough to make you cum," Gabrielle smirked confidently.
"Still so tight," Fleur groaned in agreement, luxuriating in the feeling of her little sister's walls gripping her cock. Fleur had almost forgotten how incredible her sister's ass felt. But when the petite girl began pumping her hips up and down, Fleur remembered with distinct clarity.
Veela were sexual creatures and thus tended to be more sensitive in both giving and receiving. As well as being made to increase the sensations of their partner in both giving and receiving. Not to mention the skill of experience that Veela tended to develop living in very sexually open families, or communities. And so when two Veela fuck, it is an incredible experience for the both of them.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Fleur cried as her sister's ass seemed to flex and contort in the most sensationally pleasurable ways. Fleur was usually better at controlling herself but the length of time since she had last indulged in her sister's perfect ass, had made her lose her touch a bit. But Fleur was hardly complaining.
Gabrielle was not either. Fleur's cock was her favourite bar none, not even her mother's. Its length and girth seemed perfect for Gabrielle's ass. As if it was ergonomically designed with her in mind. And bouncing on it was heaven, feeling it slip away as she rose and then its full volume return with pleasurable fire as she dropped. The both of them also loved watching Gabrielle's more modest shaft bouncing up and down in time with the body to which it was attached.
Fleur reached out and grasped her sister's rock-hard dick, stroking it gently in her hand as its owner continued her up-and-down motion. "Oh, Fleur," Gabrielle groaned out. "Your cock is too good on its own! Your hand is going to make me explode!" she cried.
"Cum for me, slut! Come for your big sister! I want to watch that little shaft erupt!" Fleur encouraged.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck!" Gabrielle let out a high-pitched scream as she came, slamming her hips down one final time. Her cock jerked in Fleur's hand and fired its load all over her sister's stomach, making a little pool of cum in her bely button.
"You better clean me up, little sister," Fleur grinned as Gabrielle returned to earth from her high. Gabrielle giggled naughtily as she realised the pool of cum in Fleur's cute belly-button. She bent down and slurped up the cum with a loud noise, making the both of them giggle. "I am close, Gabi. I want to finish in my little slut's mouth," Fleur declared, Gabrielle's orders implied.
Gabrielle scooted back down Fleur's body until she was once again between her sister's legs. She started where she left off with her last blowjob, taking Fleur's length in her mouth and into her throat. Using her lips to massage the shaft and her tongue to play with the sensitive head, taking great care to lap at Fleur's slit. "So good, so good, Gabi," Fleur whined, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she once again experienced an incredible oral performance from her sister.
Gabrielle moved her head up and down, maintaining a tight suction with her cheeks, whilst also not neglecting Fleur's balls. She gently played with them as her mouth dealt with Fleur's veiny shaft. Cupping and gently squeezing Fleur's balls she could feel their fullness and she could also feel as they suddenly began to pulse.
"Oh! My good little sister!" Fleur cried as she came. The cum rocketing out of her cock and into her sister's mouth, who had retreated her lips up to the head of Fleur's cock so that she could taste her sister's salty treat. "Ohhhhhh," Fleur's orgasm came in two halves. An initial explosion of pleasure, knocking the wind from her lungs, followed by a sequence of intense spasming all over her body, causing her to twist and turn as the bliss tormented her muscles and nerves. The spasms slowly got weaker as her shots of cum themselves weakened. She was drained dry by her sister's thirsty mouth, and left to bathe in the unique glow of a concluded orgasm.
Gabrielle crawled up her sister's body, her mouth full of Fleur's load. Fleur smiled at her sister and opened her mouth to accept her gift. The two French girls kissed eagerly, sharing Fleur's cum between them. Their tongues battling it out and spreading the viscous substance all over their mouths. It was a messy and sloppy tonguing, but also weirdly intimate. A favourite act of the Delacour sisters.
"You are perfect, Gabi," Fleur murmured having swallowed the half of her load that ended up in her mouth.
"I know," Gabrielle replied cheekily, resting her head by her sister's shoulder, enjoying having Fleur's arm wrapped protectively around her. "Want to play a game?" Gabrielle whispered conspiratorially.
"Depends on the game," Fleur replied, glancing down at her sister's blonde head.
"We see who can fuck the most people before the third task," Gabrielle explained, idly playing with one of sister's nipples.
"I will win," Fleur said arrogantly. "So, what will I win?" she asked.
"A weekend dominating mother, father, and in your case me, or in my case, you," Gabrielle explained.
"Complete domination?" she asked, intrigued.
"Chains and whips and all," Gabrielle affirmed.
"And mother agreed?" Fleur questioned sceptically.
"She thought I might be bored whilst here, so I came up with this, and she agreed," Gabrielle expounded.
"I'm in," Fleur grinned, her mind reeling with how she was going to win the competition. As well as, what she was going to do with her family once she did.
"I knew you'd say yes," Gabrielle beamed.
"I think it is time for you to tell Madame Maxine that you have arrived," Fleur said.
"Ok!" Gabrielle agreed.
"And try to resist sucking her off," Fleur sighed.
"No promises," Gabrielle giggled.
Fleur smiled at her sister's antics. She was certainly happy that she was here. The world always got a little brighter with Gabrielle around.
A/N: So, the second Delacour sister has arrived, and in style! I've aged Gabrielle up in this, to two years below Harry, so she's in her second year.
And Ron and Hermione have officially, finally, broken up! And then Hermione instantly ruins another relationship - clearly she is suffering more than she's letting on.
Contrastingly, Harry, Ginny and Luna are in total harmony.
I am still very much riding the wave of elation from England beating Germany. Hopefully, we won't slip up against Ukraine.
Guess the artist, guess the artist!
And have a funky weekend ;)