Author's Note: Hello all. Many apologies for the lack of uploads despite promises to do so. Going into the new year, I had a lot of hope in terms of working on stories, but that just wasn't able to happen. I've just been super busy and kind of unmotivated on that front, alongside a lot of different personal issues.
But I've been feeling an urge to write and as such decided I would start a new story. In truth, I wanted to write something fun and light-hearted. Not that my other stories aren't both those things. I just felt like I needed to do something a bit more jovial. Given the state of the world at the moment, I think a little bit of light-hearted reading is necessary.
As such, I decided to put this idea into motion. A smutty and comedic romp through the Wizarding World inspired by the ever-increasing ludicrous nature of porn. Basic idea is, what if the characters in Harry Potter, were tricked into becoming legally obligated to star as themselves in a pornographic retelling of their lives? If that sounds like some good smutty fun, then feel free to stick around.
Chapter One: A Phantom Contract
It was strange to look up at number 12 Grimauld Place and see it in sat properly in place, with no magic enshrouding its existence. But still, Harry was glad for it. It meant there was no more need for hiding. No running to and from, cowering in the shadows and working in secret. The once Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix was no longer hidden away and secluded. It was sat proudly in the street. Visible to all. Walking briskly across the road, Harry dipped inside, working his way along the once dim and dusty corridor. After the end of the war, he had taken control of the house, working tirelessly to clean it alongside Kreacher, with occasional helping hand from an enthusiastic and eager Dobby, who was all to happy to recount the thrilling day he saved the Harry Potter from the clutches of Malfoy Manor and ferried them all to safely to the sands of Shell Cottage. As annoying as he had once viewed the house elf, Harry was glad for the company. Not that he was especially glad for other visitors to break up the monotony of Dobby's laboured stories. Whilst life ticked on, both Ron and Hermione made frequent stops to the house to help, with Ginny staying prolonged hours late into the night with Harry. Others often dipped in, with visits from Tonks and Remus, Fleur and Bill, the extended Weasley Family and even other Professors from Hogwarts. In time, Grimauld Place became a worthy home for Harry to relax in as he looked to a new chapter of his life. In some ways, Grimauld Place remained the Headquarters of the Order as its doors were never locked to friends, with folk often claiming a bed in one of the many spare rooms for the night, or casually stopping in for breakfast whenever able.
Aside from tending to Grimauld Place, Harry briefly resumed studies at Hogwarts for a year, finishing the lost seventh year in the company of those who either did not attend during the Death Eater occupation of the castle or those who found their attendance to be worthless under their tutelage. Needless to say, that was most of the student base. The year was blistering return to form and the first quiet year Harry had spent at the castle. No secret plots to foil, no lingering looming evil, no malevolent Defence Against The Dark Arts teachers and the like. It went by quite peaceably, with Harry, Ron and Hermione all graduating, with admittedly different outlooks on the lengthy exam process. Harry went on to apply for Auror training, during which he was almost certain that the application process only consisted of those in charge glancing at his name and approving it. Not that he was complaining. He found his mentor and tutor to be particularly amicable, albeit with a penchant for teasing. As soon as Tonks mastered her impression of Ginny, she put it to work torturing Harry as often as she taught him, constantly making him doubt just who his darling beloved was. There were a few close calls on that front which finally resulted in a rather shrieky confrontation between Ginny and Tonks which put her metamorphmagus teasing to a succinct end. Hermione began to immediately work in the Ministry for Magic, starting in various legal departments and finding an aptitude for nearly everything she set her mind to. After only a year working, she was threading her way higher through the chain of command, her opinionated self-ensuring that the downfall of the previous ministry was never repeated. And Ron joined Harry briefly as an Auror, finding that the application process, whilst favourable, was not nearly as blind as Harry's one. Not that it mattered in the end. Even having to prove his worth, he was quite able to find a comfortable position reforming the mistakes of the past.
It was in this comfortable bastion of security and routine that Harry found himself presented with a precarious document placed through the door of Grimauld Place. As he arrived home from training, he heard it crinkle beneath his feet, prompting him to lean down and pick it up, passing the envelope back and forth with sceptical eyes. It was heavy. Very, very heavy. Taking it up to his office, he opened it and emptied a stack of paper the size of a book onto his table, his eyes glazing over at the very prospect of reading through what looked to be a needlessly exhaustive and detailed legal document. Pulling off the cover page, he winced at how miniscule the lettering was and had to squint to even read the first sentence, which in itself was a complex mess of legal terminology and meaningless words. Not even bothering to attempt to read it, he instead abandoned it on his desk for the next day, instead heading to the kitchen to plan for Ginny's soon arrival. He barely began to set the table before the door to the kitchen flung open, with the fiery redhead stepping inside, her light freckled cheeks gently flustered as she set a bag down on the table.
"Evening sweetie," Ginny smiled sweetly as she leaned across the table to gently kiss Harry's cheek, before slumping down into an empty chair, taking a deep sigh of relief as she threw of her heavy cloak and finally took a moment to relax out a busy schedule.
"Hey Gin… You're early? Short day training?" Harry asked. She had been signed by one of the emerging Quidditch Teams aiming to take a stab at making it in the league. Ginny was practically their star player, bringing ample attention to the team and boosting their prospects.
"Short, but hard," she breathed, still feeling the distinct ache from the rigorous day. The team were pushing hard. She welcomed the enthusiasm but wasn't in any prepared for it. After her final year at Hogwarts, she was hardly at peak performance. With a sigh, she added without thinking, "Just how I like it."
"I know enough about you to know that's far from the truth," Harry chuckled, setting the final parts of the table before igniting several candles with a silent tap of his wand. A second swish caused the lights of the room to dim, providing a more romantic atmosphere for their date night.
"What? Massive and soft? Yeah, that's how I like it. It'd annoy the life out of me. I can't imagine the frustration. Besides my shopping is hardly that of a girl who likes either of the above," she chuckled, immediately catching onto Harry's attempt to apply a crass meaning to her words. In order to further emphasise and disprove his teasing words, she reached into the bag she had rested on the table and dropped a heavy object down in front of Harry, the thud causing the plates to rattle. It was a dildo. Harry expected as much. They had discussed the purchase for date night, but he hadn't expected her to go for a twelve-inch monster, ridged with strange protrusions and bumps for added pleasure. Needless to say, it proved her point perfectly, "All of which is to say, if you're going to use sexual innuendo, get it right."
"Hey, I was just saying that you prefer a nice long session," Harry pointed out, playing up the harmless nature of his remarks. Lifting his wand, he summoned two glasses and effortlessly navigated a bottle of wine from the rack, pouring two sizable glasses before lifting his to his lips, "Training that is…"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I need. A man telling me what I enjoy," Ginny chuckled, taking a sip herself, savouring the taste as she flashed a sultry look across the table at Harry. After such a hard day of training and with such suggestive conversation at the forefront, she had half a mind to leap to the end of the evening and make good use of her newfound purchase.
"I'm just speaking from experience. And with the way you like it, I have had a lot of experience…" Harry smirked, seeing the flare in Ginny's eyes. He knew her all too well. As she set down her glass of wine, there was a coquettish smile on her face, her eyes smouldering as she turned to rise to her feet and move around the table. However, before she could do so, the two of them were interrupted by a sharp crack of air and the distinct sound of apparition echoing through the room. Sinking hastily into her seat in an attempt to act innocuous, she looked to the source of the sound and saw Kreacher delicately balancing two plates of food on one arm as he staggered towards the table, ready to serve.
"Ah… Master has already prepared for dinner. Allow Kreacher to remove mistress's… phallic apparatus," he mumbled in his hoarse, monotone voice, extending his hand to grab the dildo and place it out of the way. Before he could, Ginny lunged for it, blushing a fiery Weasley red.
"Erm, you don't have to Kreacher. Just erm…" she stammered, wildly embarrassed that her purchase had been noticed by anyone other than herself and Harry. Before she could stow the toy away in the bag, a second crack filled the air as another person apparated into the room, this time on top of the table, causing it to shake somewhat as he thumped downwards.
"Harry Potter! Dobby was just helping Kreacher carry dinner from the… Oh…" Dobby beamed in his squeaky voice, setting down a small plate of bread as Kreacher deftly placed the other plates in front of Harry and Ginny. As Dobby looked towards Ginny, he froze, noticing the bulging toy in her frozen hands. Instead of being startled by it, Dobby appeared concerned, his voice lowering to a whisper as he tried to maintain a sense of privacy in an otherwise empty room, "Are Harry Potter and Ms Weasley having… troubles?"
"What? No! It's just…" Ginny exclaimed, finally launching the toy into the bag and hastily tucking it beneath the table, hoping that by putting it out of sight, this conversation would cease. However, she forgot how… inattentive Dobby could be to certain social cues. And how prone to oversharing he could be.
"It's just that when Dobby belonged to the Malfoy family, he often had to purchase various potions to boost the Master of the House to a sufficient size," Dobby explained, with Harry and Ginny sharing a bug-eyed look of disgust and humour. The thought of the Malfoys being anatomically insufficient was inherently funny, but the thought of any of them in a remotely sexual situation was repugnant. Dobby continued, his implication clear, "I think I have a spare one downstairs should Harry Potter wish to…"
"Merlin's beard…" Harry breathed as he realised that Dobby thought that he had similar struggles to Mr Malfoy when it came to the bedroom. That revelation caused Ginny's embarrassment to filter away as she sniggered uncontrollably as Harry buried his head in his hand.
"Dobby was also proficient in a number of temporary spells that do the same thi…" he continued, finally breaking Harry. The thought of having Dobby perform spells to make him more sizable sent shivers down his spine, finally prompting him to exclaim.
"Dobby! It's fine… We're… fine. It's er… Date night… We'd like to be…" Harry stammered, his cheeks a tinge of red as Dobby finally got the idea and retracted his line of questioning. Breathing deeply, Harry calmed himself as he and Kreacher slinked to the end of the room.
"Of course. Kreacher and I shall depart…" Dobby smiled, instantly disappearing alongside Kreacher in a puff of smoke and a crack of air. Finally alone, both Harry and Ginny shared a chortle before they picked up their cutlery and began to eat. However, before they could do so, they were once again interrupted.
The sound of apparating once again rung in their ears. The crack of air sounded before immediately being sounded again. Between them on the table, a small potion vial appeared, rattling, and spinning from suddenly being deposited mid-way through apparating. Picking it up, Harry clenched his fist. Man-Grow, for all masculine fertility problems. Handing it to Ginny, he waited only a moment before she burst into a fit of giggles.
"I hate him…" Harry growled; his words hollow. He may be immensely frustrated with the house elf, but he far from hated the annoying git. He meant well, even if his best intentions were inadvertently massively insulting to Harry's self-esteem.
"Don't worry. There's nothing wrong with little Harry," Ginny cooed in a mocking tone, reaching over and gently squeezing Harry's hand before returning to her food. Kreacher never failed to impress with his cooking. It was as if after him and Harry's bonding that he finally started to put some effort into it. Or some salt at least.
"Not helping in the slightest," Harry sighed, before the two of them fell into a momentary silence, simply enjoying the food before them. That was when Harry finally asked the question that was on his mind. It was an eclectic choice of dildo that Ginny bought, and he couldn't help but ask, "Why that one?"
"Oh, I dunno. It spoke to me, I guess. I was kind of in a hurry and got a little distracted," Ginny clarified, looking at the toy with just as much bemusement as Harry. The two of them had a couple implements that they enjoyed the creative use of, so it was no stranger to their conversation. However, it was the most obscene toy the pair had, "You see, there was this entire section in the shop devoted to magical movies. About sex, y'know."
"Ah… they're kind of big in the muggle world. I didn't know there were magical alternatives. What's the difference?" Harry asked, smirking at the fact there were still hidden pockets of the Wizarding World that he was learning about. It made sense that the Wizarding World would have their own versions of porn. In fact, Harry had seen a number of rather tasteless magazines dotted around the Gryffindor common room in his time. But he was yet to see any videos.
"I don't know. But there were tons of them about famous witches and wizards. Really weird ones. And the actors and actresses looked uncanny. Identical even. It was like they had Polyjuice or something," Ginny remarked. She found it a strange indulgence to partake in. What was the point of watching other people have sex when you could do it yourself. Naturally, her position as a fiery, attractive redhead made her predisposed to having her sexual appetites readily and actively filled.
"I suppose that's what makes magical ones different. In the muggle world, they rely on lookalikes. Or outfits…" Harry commented, remembering a few videos he had the displeasure of seeing in at the Dursleys. He didn't know if they were representative of porn as a whole, but he had to hope that such tastes weren't widespread.
"Really? Well, there was some big thing going on in that section. An announcement or something. Cameras and people watching. Really strange. I just wanted to get in and out, so I grabbed the first one I liked the look of," Ginny explained, remembering the crowded little room in the back of the store and all the enthusiastic individuals hanging on every word of the person speaking.
"So it was subconscious? I shouldn't read too much into you subconsciously picking something that barely fits in the bag," Harry teased, watching Ginny blush. She was no stranger in making her sexual desires known, but she did have a soft spot for being called out and judged on them, "Probably barely fits in you..."
"Who said it's going in me?" Ginny said with a coquettish smirk, eyeing Harry up with a particularly salacious grin. Such activities had been under discussion between the two of them, yet they had yet to act on anything involving Harry in that way.
"Please… I'm trying to eat. You're trying to eat. You really want to think about something like… that… going somewhere like… there…" Harry grimaced. He wasn't exactly keen on the idea of anything going back there, let alone a huge wedge of obscene looking plastic.
"Maybe…" she said with a gentle purr, sipping on her wine as her eyes flared up with promiscuous lust. Damn, Harry thought… how did she manage to make that sound sexy. He turned his eyes away, ignoring the gentle rise building in his trousers. Ginny didn't need to look to know she had gotten a reaction out of Harry. He was still rather reserved in sexual matters, being a little embarrassed about talking about them. She knew that unintended arousal on his part came alongside a soft blush and averted gaze. Smiling, she returned to her food, her excitement building with each morsel. As their plates grew emptier and emptier, the inevitability of their retreat upstairs inched closer and closer.
Staggering up the stairs, the two of them barely made it to the landing outside the master bedroom before they fell upon one another in an intense kiss, their hands roaming hungrily across their bodies. Sharing deep, intense kisses, the two threaded their tongue together as they kicked the door to the bedroom open, flinging one another inside in the heat of the moment. As soon as the door shut behind them and they were guaranteed their privacy for the night, they became wild and ravenous. Ginny was the first to begin pulling Harry's clothing away, tugging his shirt over his head, exposing his lightly toned muscular form, his glasses almost knocked aside amidst her intensity. Returning the favour, Harry curved a hand around to Ginny's ass, sinking his fingers into her jean-clad rear end, all the while using his other-hand to unclasp the button at the front. Their passionate kisses were soon filled with moans as pleasure began to manifest. Loosening her jeans, Harry dove his hand down inside of them, cupping his panty-clad arse as his other hand dipped down the front, sliding inside of her panties and threading in amidst her dripping wet folds. Her arousal was plain as day, eliciting a groan from Harry as Ginny did the same to him, undoing his trousers and grasping his cock in her talented hands. Thick, hard and ready. It was enough to make Ginny grin in excitement. Toppling backwards onto the bed, Ginny straddled Harry, pinning him in place as she sat upright. She was quick to unceremoniously pull her top over her head, throwing it to her side, unclasping her bra and exposing her plump, juicy breasts. Harry sat upright, his lips clasping around one of Ginny's hardened nipples, his teeth pinching gently down on the supple buds, nibbling at them as Ginny threw her hair back and moaned.
Ginny was known for her sensitive nipples and Harry knew exactly how to best tease and titillate them, curling his tongue around her sensitive bud, lapping and licking at the pinkish teat as fast and hastily as he could. Lathering her areola with saliva, he brought one of his hands up to her other breasts, firmly mauling it with his fingers, squeezing and groping the tender handful as Ginny mewled happily. Her nipple quickly hardened beneath his palm, rising to join her other nipple at a proud peak. His thumb and fore-finger lightly pinched the nipple, rolling it back and forth, tweaking it gently before firmly pulling on it, pulling it tight until it pinged free of his grasp. She moaned loudly, happily presenting her chest for Harry to bombard and tease, her arousal growing increasingly intense. Suddenly, Harry grasped Ginny by her ass and flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs apart as he swept between them. His lips remained fixed on her nipple, teasing it with his tongue before firmly biting down on it, allowing the contrast of pain and pleasure to flood Ginny's body. Clambering to her side, Harry was able to tug her jeans down with his free hand, revealing her lacy underwear. Maintaining his oral bombardment of one nipple and his firm massage of the other with his hand, Harry dropped his free hand down between Ginny's thighs, grasping her panties and pulling them tightly upwards, letting the delicate fabric pinch and floss between her folds, eliciting a sharp inward breath from Ginny as she succumbed to his perverse onslaught. Sawing the panties back and forth, Harry made sure that her pussy burned a little from the friction, her slickness soaking into the black lace, seeping through the fabric, betraying just how horny the redhead was.
Finally, Harry peeled her panties to one side, unveiling Ginny pretty pink pussy, her folds glistening with an intense arousal, her fiery strip of pubic hair crowning her otherwise creamy crotch, making for the perfect visual contrast. Remaining hunched over, Harry targeted her nipples even more, swapping his mouth to the other nipple and ensuring that the perky teat was sufficiently lathered with spittle. His hand came over to the other breast, making good use of the saliva Harry left in his wake in order to add even more pleasure to the already scintillating act of pinching and plucking on that sensitive flesh. Harry's hand brushed back and forth along Ginny's slit, two fingers massaging along each fold, spreading her arousal back and forth, parting her folds with each stroke. Her well-trained pussy unfurled beneath the ministrations, each teasing press against her entrance prompting Ginny to spread her legs further apart, hoping for more than just a teasing push. Harry's focus was almost entirely on her clit. He found it effortlessly having been buried between those tight, creamy thighs enough to have memorised every inch of her slick hole. Running circles around the bulb of pure pleasure, Harry was able to coax it from it's place, her clit standing prominently as a crown to a glistening cunt. Ginny moaned loudly and happily at the combined pleasures, enjoying being the focus of attention. Each pinch of her nipples and brush of her clit added to her libido, driving her even wilder in the heat of the moment. And the most exciting part about it all was the fact that this was merely the beginning of their ravenous night of intense love-making. Just thinking that thought was enough to get her core tightening in anticipation of the countless orgasms they could expect.
As much as Ginny enjoyed being the focus of the pleasure, she found herself unable to deny the possibility at hand. The position that Harry was in had him knelt just by her head, his hand stretched down to her pussy as he bent over to lap at her breast. It meant that with a little adjustment, her lips would be the perfect position for Harry's cock. Seeing her chance, she reached inside of Harry's jeans and freed his cock, her fingers jerking him slowly as she angled herself into position. Leaning forwards, she enveloped the head of Harry's cock and immediately felt Harry's reaction as a shuddering moan reverberating through her sensitive tits. She didn't stop there though, and steadily began to bob her lips back and forth, working steadily along his cock, stretching her neck as far as she could so as to swallow as much of his veiny, girthy cock as she could. The position meant she couldn't take him entirely into her throat, but she was able to swallow comfortably past the half-way mark, her tongue swirling and curling around his shaft whenever she plunged the her depths. She would soon pull back and work his tip for a few moments flicking and teasing the head with the tip of her tongue. She swap between focusing on his tip and his shaft, alternating between precise tongue movements and deep, rhythmic sucking, all the while cupping her hand around to Harry's ass, trying to coax him into lightly fucking her throat. In a way, Ginny was frustrated that she couldn't get him deeper into her throat. She knew she had tamed her gag-reflex enough to comfortably accept him almost entirely into her throat, yet due to the position, she had to settle for less. That would change soon however as, Harry kicked his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, preparing to change up their position for increased sexual heights. Pulling his lips away from Ginny's breasts, Harry shuffled forwards, clambering on top of Ginny and bringing his lips down to her pussy, his cock remaining in Ginny's mouth but becoming infinitely more accessible to the horny little redhead.
Taking advantage of the changed position immediately, Ginny grasped Harry's ass cheeks in both her hands, pulling his hips down, groaning audibly as she felt his cock carve past her defenceless throat. In a few moments she had all but a couple inches down her spasming gullet, her gagging stopping her from taking any more. Regardless, she adored that throbbing swell of having a cock deep in her throat, stretching her gullet and sending shivers down her spine. She swiftly began to bob back and forth, deepthroating the cock with ease, slurping along the bottom half of his cock, not bothering to pull him out of her throat as she knew Harry relished her clutching tightness just as much as she adored his throbbing fullness. His cock grew increasingly slick, her tongue escaping her mouth every few moments to stretch up to the base of his cock, teasingly running circles around the very bottom of his cock, as if she was silently promising that her lips would one day find their place around the very base. Of course, she had openly promised that to both herself and Harry. She wanted to feel Harry's balls against her chin, to feel her nose thrust in his wild black pubic hair. She wanted that throbbing fullness of having a cock balls deep in her throat. It made her pussy shiver. But she wasn't going to push herself. She was happy for the time being, bouncing her lips back and forth, swallowing down any and all pre-cum like a dutiful little slut, spittle and saliva smearing across her chin as she suckled lovingly on the cock she absolutely adored, all the while her boyfriend prepared to descend upon her cunt with the same ravenous oral hunger that she was displaying.
Laying his body atop of Ginny's, Harry felt her saliva slickened nipples prodding at his stomach. Smirking at his handiwork, Harry leant down to her pussy. Peeling her panties down mid-way around her thighs, Harry admired her glistening folds. They looked delectable. They had been a pale pink, but after Harry's rigorous finger, they were now inching towards a more intense red, a layer of arousal gleaming across every fold. Lowering his tongue, he laid the flat of it against the very top of her pussy, catching her lightly swollen clit as he brushed the flat of his tongue along the length of her slit, tasting the sweet musk of her arousal. Ginny moaned around his cock, encouraging him to dive eagerly in, working his tongue across every inch, curling and lapping as wildly as he could, savouring her sweetness and the muffled moans that rippled along his cock. He focused his attention on her clit, managing to tentatively clasp the sensitive bud between his lips, the small, tiny bulb quickly slipping from his grasp and sending spine-tingling pleasure cascading across Ginny's curvaceous body. Flailing his tongue back and forth, he toyed with that clit, working it religiously in response to the countless squirms and squeals that escaped from Ginny's body, her lips pinching around his cock as the pleasure grew more intense. Harry didn't hesitate to use his fingers, brushing them back and forth along her slit, letting them glide through familiar folds, finally resting at her entrance. He had three digits poised for the plunge, with him taunting her for all but a second before sliding them right up to the hilt. Her pussy welcomed them eagerly, drawing them deep within her and causing a deep ravenous moan to escape her lips. Harry found her tightness quickly melt around his fingers, allowing him to swiftly build to a rhythmic pounding push, carving his three finger sin and out of her pussy faster and faster. It didn't take long for her to be squealing loudly, her lips freezing mid-way along his cock as the pleasure became too much for her. She was so distracted by the waves of satisfaction that she found herself unable to offer anything more than the occasional absent-minded flick of her tongue. That was until a perverse idea crossed her mind. One that transcended the overwhelming pleasure.
Her hands were already resting on Harry's ass cheeks, meaning it took little effort for her pry them apart, unveiling his tight, winking asshole. She continued her oral attentions, suckling and slurping away on his thick, veiny cock. As she did so, she brought a finger down to her mouth, collecting as much waylaid saliva as possible, all before guiding that now slippery digit up towards Harry's clutching little hole. Pressing the tip against his puckered hole, Ginny felt Harry smirk amidst her pussy folds, making no effort to deny her advances. Slowly, she eased the digit inside, curling it into his asshole, letting it glide right up to the knuckle, sinking deep inside him effortlessly. This wasn't his first fingering experience, and it would be his last. Rolling her finger into place, she lightly teased his prostate, circling the sensitive bud as she worked her mouth back and forth, the two pleasures bouncing off one another and serving to intensify the overall experience. Steadily, she began to work the finger back and forth, pumping it back and forth into his asshole, fingering him with increased enthusiasm, her mind running rampant and wild with the perverse possibilities that could come from his increased anal proficiency. Her mind went back to the new bulging sex-toy she had left in the bag by the door, her pussy shivering at the mere thought of that heaving plastic being lodged up to the hilt inside of him. She could have her fantasies, but she knew it would never be a reality. Regardless, their perverse sixty-nine quickly came to a close as Harry sunk his hips downwards, savouring one last balls-deep plunge in his girlfriend's throat before pulling out of her sloppy, spluttering gullet. Moaning softly as he rolled to the side, he let his slickened cock slap against his thighs as Ginny moaned happily at the feeling of the cool air against her warm pussy.
"So what's your plan for this toy of yours?" Harry asked, pulling his jeans and boxers off as he rolled of the bed and grabbed the bulky toy, freeing it from the confines of the bag. He turned back, watching Ginny do the same, stripping herself completely naked. She was about to speak her mind when Harry stopped her entirely, "That doesn't involve my ass…"
"Spoilsport…" Ginny smirked, clambering onto her knees and weighing the toy in her grasp. Now that she was holding it whilst naked, she couldn't help but feel it was a little obscene, her own confidence beginning to wane as she considered their options, "Erm… I don't know. It is quite big. Even for me. Maybe. You fuck my ass and I'll tease myself with this. Take a couple inches?"
"Fuck your ass? Gladly," Harry grinned. Anal wasn't exactly a common thing between them, but nor was it uncommon. It was something they did on enough occasions that Ginny was quite confident and proficient in it, but not often enough as for it to be a casual occurrence. Date night was special though.
"Honestly. What is with guys and asses…" Ginny giggled, rolling onto her back. She propped herself up on the pillows, spreading her legs apart and lifting her hips a little, allowing Harry to sweep between her legs, resting her thighs on his knees as he angled his sufficiently lubricated cock towards her puckered hole.
"I don't know, maybe ask the girl who is so fixated on ramming that plastic up my ass," Harry retorted, spitting into his fingers and gently massaging the lubricant into Ginny's puckered hole, easing a finger or two inside so as to prepare her. She was plenty exercised in the anal department, but that didn't mean he could tease a finger inside just to warm her up. Confident she was ready, Harry prodded the tip against the centre of her asshole, waiting for the all clear from Ginny.
"Touché…" Ginny smirked, giving him a nod and breathing deeply inwards as she felt the all too familiar pressure begin to build at her rear end. Slowly, Harry eased forwards, pressing his cock against her hole. It took a little wriggling, but eventually, he found the angle and her asshole peeled apart, readily accepting his cock as if it was born for it. Moaning together, they felt their bodies tingle with a perverse satisfaction as Harry bottomed out within her, his balls swinging heavily against her ass cheeks, her legs hooking around his waist and drawing him even deeper. The feel of being anally penetrated was one Ginny had never gotten fully used to. The intense pleasure that came from being fucked in the ass was satisfying to say the least, yet the slight discomfort made that pleasure a double-edged sword. It would take only a couple thrusts to get her mewling and begging for more, but that didn't mean this first tentative plunges weren't any stranger. Harry waited a moment before pulling back, steadily building himself to a slow and rhythmic pace, pushing and pulling his cock in and out of her with very little impact. He was just loosening her hole, getting her used to the plunge of his cock and gape of her hole. As she grew more accustomed, he would start to pound her harder, slamming into her and sending more intense shuddering ripples through her. Ginny waited for him to intensify his thrusts, with each push driving into her with a firmer pace, pounding and gently hammering into her. With each push, they grew more into it, until finally, Harry slammed into her ass with enough force that the pounding smacking sound of his balls striking her juicy bubble-butt filled the entire room, the two groaning together in unison.
As Harry fucked her ass, Ginny grasped tightly at the plastic toy, the bulging ridges and strange protrusions poking against her palms as she held it against her stomach. She was so consumed by the anal fuck that she had little time or energy to devote to the toy. As such, she simply grasped it against her body, encouraging herself to lower the toy increasingly further down until the plastic base and all it's scaly bumps were laid across the length of her pussy. Suddenly, Ginny's eyes rolled into the back of her head, soft spasming coos dripping from her lips as the plastic shuddered against her sensitive folds. Each thrust from Harry caused her entire body to shift, the toy sliding against her anatomy as she did so. It was subtle, but it was enough to make her moan like a giddy slit, clasping the toy tighter against her folds as she steadily lowered it downwards. With each inch that drifted downwards, new pleasures came, with a different protrusion or combination of plastic ridges being pushed against her folds, driving them apart and bouncing against her slit. She grinned madly with lust, loving the feeling of the toy caressing and prodding against her most sensitive and intimate areas, gasps of pleasurable delight erupting from her lips whenever a particularly firm gnarled curve carved along the outline of clit. It didn't take long for her to have the tapered, pointed tip nestled against her clit, the unique bulbous point teasing her sensitive bead in ways she didn't anticipate. It felt like each thrust into her asshole was a shuddering moment of pleasurable heaven, which in turn started a chain reaction of plastic notches grinding against her slick and dripping folds. It was sensational. Eventually, she brought the tip of the toy down to the entrance of her pussy, feeling the tapered tip hook inside her, threatening to send the entire toy plunging into her depths. She knew how girthy the toy was and didn't have the heart to push it inside of herself. However, she didn't have to as Harry's position above her shifted slightly.
He leant forwards a little, inadvertently pinning the base of the toy against his stomach. As he pushed his cock into her ass, his stomach drove the plastic dildo forwards, plunging three inches of solid bulging plastic deep into her pussy, her eyes widening in pure ecstasy as she was double-penetrated. Sure, only her ass was truly being fucked, but the sensation of having her pussy stretched alongside her asshole was something she couldn't deny as truly exquisite. She didn't let any more slip inside her. Not for lack of desire. She wanted it balls deep inside her, yet every time she tried to slip a little bit further inside her, she felt a quivering pain from her unprepared hole. She wasn't ready. Three inches would be enough, especially when compared to the increasing intensity of Harry's anal fuck, his cock pounding into her, his laboured heavy breathing resonating above her as he watched her fuck her own pussy with the monstrous toy. She cradled the cock in place, making sure no more of it slipped inside of her, knowing her limits. Her other hand brushed furiously against her clit, desperately trying to add some more pleasure to mitigate the slight dull ache that came from the entire experience. But still she kept her legs firmly spread, welcoming Harry's cock and even lightly rocking those three bulging inches in and out of her already well-used pussy. Moans flooded from her lips as the bombarding sensations flooded her body, an orgasm rearing its head with each swinging thrust of Harry's cock. He was similarly on the verge of exploding, his balls clenching as he pounded her once puckered hole, relishing the sheer eroticism of his girlfriend double-stuffing herself for date-night.
Harry didn't hold back on his orgasm, knowing that if Ginny wasn't close, she would derive enough pleasure to push herself beyond the orgasmic threshold with that monstrous cock. As such, he slammed his cock deep into her ass, moaning loudly as he sent several thick strands of cum pouring into Ginny's exceptionally tight depths. Moaning loudly as she was filled with cum, Ginny savoured the feeling of warm seed splashing against her insides, trickling from her depths as Harry milked himself dry with her tightness. Finally pulling out of her, Harry watched as Ginny began to rut against the plastic toy between her thighs, driving her pussy against it in a sudden surge of pleasure. A few wild sporadic spasms later and she arched her back, moaning sharply as her own orgasm swept through her body, her stomach clenching as she mewled happily at the salacious bliss. She continued to use the toy to accentuate her orgasm, taking it to new heights whilst unwittingly putting on a show for Harry. He was happily stroking his softening cock, bringing it back to full mast with the pleasurable sight of his quivering girlfriend, her gorgeously plump body lightly shining with a layer of sweat as she spasmed and contorted, climbing to a peaked height of pleasure before collapsing backwards, exhausted and satiate. Slowly, she eased the toy out of her pussy, dropping it to the ground as she slumped against the bed, grinning wildly from the pure ecstasy still clinging to her body.
"I'd say that's a fine addition to the collection, wouldn't you?" Ginny smirked, rising her a sitting position, her hair flowing loosely behind her, her hands dropping down to grasp the toy by it's girthy shaft, weighing the slab of plastic in her palms.
"You're the one who got all the use out of it," Harry replied, laying down, his cock in hand, now enjoying the simple spectacle of Ginny's naked body. In truth, he could endlessly pleasure himself to the sight of her supple curves, fiery hair and tight toned body.
"For now," she purred, prompting Harry to roll his eyes. Seeing that, she reached over to the edge of the bed and pulled out from beneath the mattress a cardboard box. Dropping it on the bed, she fished out a small, modest five-inch dildo. A practice toy, her eyes widening as she grinned, "But until you waken to the true kinky pleasures, how about a little appetizer to whet your palate?"
"Only if you join me?" Harry smirked; her implication clear. Reaching into the box, he procured a bulbous, beaded butt-plug, the shining silver finish catching the glimmer in Ginny's eyes perfectly. She bit her lip, relishing in the suggestion.
"Do you even need to ask?" Ginny giggled, advancing on Harry, tackling him onto the bed and bombarding him with a flurry of passionate kisses, their tongues intertwining as their libidos rose to meet their newfound arousal. The night was young and they were far from satiated.
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That night amidst the heavy sounds of rattling headboards, the many countless squeals of pleasure-driven ecstasy and the deep gravelling groans of more experimental exploration, the rooms of Grimauld Place were unwittingly home to an unexpected magical aura. Whilst the magic of their passionate sex was confined to their bedroom, several floors down, through the ajar door of the Harry's office, a faint pink light was building in the air. It was subtle at first, but it steady grew more potent before finally taking form in a series of pink and purple streaks of floating light. The streaks acted as hands, with one peeling away several sheets of paper away from the mysterious legal stack that had arrived earlier that day. Carefully placing them in a pile beside the original stack, the streak sifted through until the final page was revealed, an empty dotted line awaiting a signature. The second streak threaded itself around Harry's waiting quill, dipping it heartily into the ink pot before carefully moving back and forth across the piece or parchment, etching in place two words: Harry Potter
Setting the quill back into place, the two steaks went about restacking the parchment into a singular pile, all before in a single magic puff making both the two streaks of light and the stack of parchment disappear, leaving behind nothing to even suggest that the document or the magical light had ever been there in the first place.
The next morning, Harry woke first, the sheets from the night before sticking to his body as he rolled off the bed. A thin glint of sweat still lingered on his body as he looked behind himself. He was immensely dishevelled, his hair even messier than usual, yet Ginny lay as immaculate as ever, her hair flowing neatly over her shoulder as if it was perfectly placed. Smirking, Harry pulled some clothes on and made his way downstairs. Passing by his office, he stopped a moment, peering in with a confused face. Pushing open the door, he searched his desk, confused by the lack of such a massive and frankly cumbersome document. In truth, there weren't many places in his office where he could actually put such a document with splitting it in several stacks, but it had managed to disappear. Just as he pulled open his drawers, he heard Ginny behind him, "Morning handsome."
"Morning beaut…" Harry began to say as he turned around, only to be silenced by the sight of Ginny's spellbinding body in its full naked glory. The curves of her sumptuous body were framed perfectly by the morning light drifting through the window, her hair tussled and lightly besmirched from the rigorous fun they had the night before, "It is a good morning. Did you move anything in my office?"
"No. Haven't been in here. Why?" Ginny said, entering the office and propping her chin up on Harry's shoulder, peering over at his desk as if to help him search. It was pointless, but that didn't stop her from watching as Harry stared at his empty desk with confusion.
"Just… I was…" Harry mumbled, wondering if the document had been a figment of his imagination. He had definitely placed it there. And the house elves knew better than to move things in his office. It was the one place they weren't allowed to be. Just as he thought that, there was the sudden cracking of air that indicated an apparition.
"Dobby has helped Kreacher prepare breakfast for you and Ms Weasley…" Dobby beamed cheerfully as he appeared at the doorway, only to fall into silence as he looked at Ginny's bare body, the woman leaping backwards, her hands lunging to cover her intimate areas. Her pussy was easy enough to clasp a hand over, but as she pinned an arm to her chest, she only managed to highlight just how fleshy and round her buxom tits were, her ample breasts spilling against and over her arm. Staring with glassy eyes, Dobby appeared almost enchanted as he stared at her luscious chest, his wrinkled hands lifting themselves up and appeared to squeeze the air in front of him, mimicking what he obviously wanted to do to Ginny's chest. He murmured dreamily as Ginny slammed the door shut on him, "Oooo… So… big…"
"Got to wear clothes. I've said it several times. He's right you know," Harry chuckled as Ginny's cheeks burned an even more intense shade of red. Turning to Harry, she tightened her fists in frustration as Harry widened his eyes and did his best Dobby impression, advancing on Ginny with the same mimicked squeezing of the air, "So… Big…"
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"You have to take a break, Hermione. Even you can't come home from a day of reading contracts to spend your evening doing the same," Ron urged, peering into their shared office to see Hermione hunched over her desk, her eyes passing back and forth across the miniscule writing on the towering contract that sat on her desk. Both she and Ron had received identical contracts that same day and given their bulky nature, Hermione had immediately gotten to work sifting through the legal jargon in hopes of trying to understand what they were about.
"It's not the same. These ones concern us," Hermione replied in a monotone voice, her eyes re-reading the same paragraph, finding nothing of value in the words besides a few legal requests. The majority of what she had read seemed to be completely pointless, referring to points deeper inside the contract, all without actually holding anything of meaningful value, "It's complete nonsense. It's as if its just meant to waste our time…"
"There's no reason to spend hours reading. Come on. Remember what we talked about last night. All that tension in your muscles… You need to relax," Ron suggested, stepping inside and clasping his hands on Hermione's shoulders, rubbing his thumbs through the pin-stripped suit jacket she still had on from work. Even the firm impress of his hands on her back wasn't enough to stop Hermione from reading, even if she let out a soft moan of satisfaction.
"Reading is relaxing," she almost said defiantly, not even believing the words she herself was saying. Ron's hands left her back and she felt a measure of disappointment. As distracted as she was, she couldn't deny that a tender back massage was a good thing.
"I know something better," Ron smirked, stepping to Hermione's side and spinning her chair around to face him. She sighed as she twisted her body to continue reading, ignoring whatever Ron had in mind. Wasn't nearly as important as the contract, she thought. That was when she felt his hands on her thighs, his fingers sliding along her bare skin, gliding up to her hips. Suddenly, her body was pulled forwards, her ass resting on the edge of her seat, her legs lightly spread. Her skirt had hiked up, revealing her simple white cotton panties. Without a moment's hesitation, Ron planted his lips against her panties, pushing firmly against them, feeling the outline of her folds beneath the fabric. The taste of her pussy lingered on the underwear, the smell of her glistening folds filling the air. He wasted no time at all in peeling her panties downwards, slowly inching them along her thighs until they fell from her feet, her pussy exposed. A wild tuft of brown hair crowned her slit, with her actual folds being neatly maintained and shaven of any hair. Only her crotch was consumed in the thick tangled nest.
"Ron… You don't… Oh…" Hermione managed to say, before her words were completely consumed by a soft tender moan. The warmth of Ron's breath on her sensitive pussy was heavenly, especially as his lips descended upon her folds, his tongue brushing along her central slit. His hands caressed and massaged her thighs, keeping her legs spread apart as he danced his tongue along the many nooks and crannies of her delicious folds. He had gotten used to her sweet taste and the layered depths of her pussy, yet Ron never tired of working his tongue back and forth across those folds and flaps, exploring every last inch of her slit, licking clean each morsel of heavenly sweetness. He relished the sounds of pleasure that came from Hermione, the woman moaning softly as Ron devoured her pussy, planting soft kisses along her slit in amidst each flail of his tongue. If anything could distract her completely, it was Ron's oral talents consuming her sensitive pussy. They hadn't had sex in a week due to other commitments, so his oral work couldn't' have come at a better time, sending shivering spasms of pure ecstasy through her body. Yet, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the contract, even as she continued to moan, she continued to read each and every word. Her suit jacket and shirt grew increasingly tight as Ron wove his tongue back and forth along the central cleft of her pussy, driving apart her main folds, only to plant one final kiss on her slit before pulling away entirely, prompting Hermione to mewl softly, "Mmm… Why have you stopped? Don't stop…"
"Put the contract away and I'll keep going…" Ron bargained, his hands continuing to brush back and forth across her thighs, his thumbs inching teasingly close to her folds, brushing along the very edge of her outer pussy-lips. Hermione was visibly torn, her eyes focused on the contract, whilst her pussy shuddered and spasmed in pure desperation. She had been teased with the promise of pleasure. She couldn't deny it.
"Fine… Please just… keep going," she conceded, pulling out a drawer and dropping the contract in. Slamming it shut, she shifted on her chair, sinking backwards as she reached a hand down to Ron's head and pulled his lips inwards.
"Gladly…" Ron smirked, needing no further encouragement to return to his delicate tongue work. As soon as his tongue curled back through her folds, Hermione moaned, gently brushing Ron's hair as he wove back and forth, spreading her apart as the tip of his tongue teased against her entrance. She moaned, her eyes rolling closed as she surrendered her pussy to Ron, letting her mouth work it's wonders. With every inch of her folds lapped away with his tongue, Ron turned his attention towards that tight, welcoming entrance. Just resting the tip of his tongue against it was enough for her muscles to try and draw him deeper. Biting her lip, she waited for the moment when he pierced her cunt. Knowing just how to hold her at the very edge of satisfaction, Ron teased her a few seconds longer before pushing forwards and sinking into her depths the entire length of his tongue. She groaned loudly, a guttural growl of satisfaction escaping her lips as Ron tightly pressed his mouth against her folds, his nose thrust deep into her pussy lips as his tongue arched even deeper within her. He flailed wildly within her, curling back and forth, threading amidst her sensitive depths, all the while letting his tongue and nose grind against her sensitive outer areas. Hermione's hand cupped the back of his head as her other hand dropped down to her suit jacket, unbuttoning it so it fell loose. Her hand clasped over her breast, gently squeezing it, coaxing out more additional pleasure as her sensitive tits were put to use. It didn't take long for her hand to plunge through her undone buttons and slip into her bra, massaging and pawing at her bare skin, tweaking her rock-hard nipples as Ron's tongue intensified.
Pulling back from within her tightness, Ron brushed his tongue back along the cleft of her pussy, teasing the very tip upwards. He searched for a moment, swiftly finding her clit amidst the nest of folds. Running his tongue back and forth across the sensitive bead, he coaxed it out of place, the small bulb swelling with each bombardment of pleasure until it protruded ever so slightly from between her folds. Tracing around the bead, Ron brought his fingers up to her pussy, guiding two digits along her slit, marvelling at the copious amounts of arousal that glistened along her cleft. It took little to no effort for him to apply a gentle pressure and watch as his finger-tips slipped inside of her, plunging into her depths to replace his tongue in pushing Hermione's entrance to its limits. His tongue continuing to teased around her clit, lapping back and forth across it in order to compliment to slow continuous push and pull of his fingers, his digits building a steady rhythm back and forth. Moaning, Hermione used her hands to complete pull aside her shirt, one hand clumsily unfastening her bra so that her breasts bounced free beneath the loose flaps of her shirt and jacket. It allowed her hardened nipples to stand firmly at attention, allowing her fingers to rub and tease them as Ron intensified his movements, pushing to a pleasurable crescendo as Hermione's moans grew louder and more veracious. She wasn't close to her orgasm, but the pleasure was still enough to get her hot and bothered and in the mood. Giving her clit one last flick with the tip of his tongue, Ron kissed her folds as he pulled away, plucking his fingers from her depths.
Rising to his feet, he unbuckled his trousers dropping them around his knees. Seeing this Hermione leant forwards, tugging his boxers down as well. She took his heavy balls in her hand, gently squeezing them as she clasped her lips around the head of Ron's cock. Hermione wasn't exactly talented when it came to blowjobs. She was largely bound by her persistent gag-reflex, meaning that she was only able to envelop three or so inches before the back of her throat seized up and tightened preventing her from swallowing any deeper. Regardless, she tried to make up for it with an enthusiastic pace, bobbing her lips back and forth whilst remaining hunched over on the office chair. With one hand on his balls, Hermione brought the other hand to his shaft, stroking and jerking off the lower length of his cock, pumping her fist back and forth as she lapped her tongue across his engorged cock-head tasting the pre-cum that splashed onto her tongue. She wasn't the biggest fan of pre-cum, but she put up with it out of an obligation to be as diligent as Ron was in providing pleasure. She might not enjoy blowjobs, but after the loving barrage of pleasure Ron had levied on her pussy, she felt somewhat compelled to do the same. Hoarse groans of pleasure came from Ron as he pulled his shirt off and kicked the clothing from his feet, standing naked in the office, his cock being lovingly attended to by his girlfriend. She worked her lips back and forth, keeping saliva from dripping down Ron's cock, maintaining a prim and composed blowjob. It was quintessentially Hermione, but even Ron had to admit, it wasn't as pleasurable as it could be. He appreciated the effort she put in, but her mouth paled in comparison to the tight bliss that came from her sumptuous pussy.
Keeping his cock in her mouth long enough to be polite, Ron eventually pulled away, his cock lightly shimmering as Hermione smiled up at him, spittle glistening along her lips. She quickly wiped it away, pulling her shirt and jacket off, laying naked aside from her socks. Ron, keen to plunge into her, grabbed her legs and tipped her backwards into the chair, stooping down so that his cock was angled by her pussy, on the verge of plunging into her as she laid bunched up on the chair.
"Wait! Just a moment…" Hermione said, stopping Ron before he went too far. Reaching into her lower desk, she pulled out a couple objects. A bottle of lube and a condom. Tearing open the condom, she lowered it to Ron's cock, rolling it along his length as Ron waited so tantalisingly close to her pussy, on the verge of being able to bury himself balls deep. A quick squeeze of lube later and she lathered his cock up, giving his condom covered cock a glossy lubricated shimmer. Wiping her hand with a tissue, she laid back in the chair, loving the way Ron spread her legs firmly apart, "There… Fuck me, Ron…"
Ron needed no further persuasion, grabbing his and pressing it against Hermione's gleaming folds. The additional lube was overkill, but he didn't complain at Hermione's habits. Easing himself forwards, Ron found his cock effortlessly enveloped within her clutching pussy, her well-fingered hole sufficiently prepped to accept every last inch of his thick, throbbing cock. It took mere moments for him to comfortably sheathe himself inside her, their crotches pressed snugly together, their wild pubic hair intertwining as Ron's balls swung heavily against her gleaming arousal covered ass cheeks. They moaned together as Ron laid atop Hermione, his lips falling on hers in a moment of passion, their bodies connected at two places. As they snogged, Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers clasping onto his shoulder blades as she relished the feeling of skin on skin. Her feet hooked around one another, tightening around Ron's waist, pulling him closer as the weight of his body pressed her down into the leather seat. They exchanged moans as their tongues threaded together, with Ron slowly pulling his hips back and building into a slow rhythmic bounce, plunging himself balls deep with each momentous thrust. They maintained their kiss for as long as possible, but as Ron began to pump back and forth with increasing force and speed, their moans overwhelmed them causing them to pull away, hoarsely breathing and moaning together, their eyes passionate locked in a heated gaze, the shuddering pleasure of each thrust sending them into a spiral of bliss. The rhythmic smack of Ron's balls against Hermione's ass cheeks filled the air, the copious arousal leaking from her pussy serving to lift the sounds to an even louder echo. Slamming himself into her, Ron held tightly onto the chair, stopping it from sliding across the room as he hammered into his beloved's pussy, her clutching folds growing looser with each pounding thrust. The impact of his body against her caused her breasts to lightly bounce, the occasional sweet slapping sound of clapping flesh filling the air as her juicy breasts smacked against one another, lifting the orgasmic symphony of sounds to a new and more erotic height.
As they continued to push against one another, Ron's cock bottoming out in Hermione's pussy with increasing intensity, the two shared countless pleasurable expressions. At first, they were looks of lust and intensity. The pleasure spoke for them and was contained in every passionate stare. That soon broke into smile and grins, the two sharing in the giddy euphoria that came with fucking, light chuckles and smirks melting into beaming smiles. Finally, their gaze fell apart, the two of them losing themselves in their own personal experience of the pleasure. Hermione in the delight of being full of Ron's girthy cock and Ron in the satisfaction that came from Hermione's immense warmth and amazing tightness. Each sensation complimented the next, adding to the experience. From the moment of penetration to now was only a matter of minutes, yet to both of them, it felt like a spasming eternity, especially as they felt the promise of their respective orgasms climb ever higher. As Ron felt his balls tightening and churning, he looked to Hermione, wanting to see the rippling spasms of her orgasm before he allowed himself to submit to his own. Their relationship was still in that sexually explorative stage, and he didn't want to disappoint Hermione by cumming too quickly, even though he was certain it would mean very little to Hermione. He would simply have to work his tongue a while longer to compensate. Regardless, he wanted her pussy to surge with orgasmic bliss before he succumbed to his own end, even if he had to fight back the first spasms of his own orgasm. Hermione didn't even think of Ron's orgasm as he could continue fucking her even after she came. As such, her thoughts were dominated by the welling tightness in her core, the building flood of pleasurable ecstasy.
Ron held back until he saw Hermione's breath catch in her throat, a silent moan escaping her parted lips. Her stomach tightened, her pussy becoming flooded with the sudden intensity of her orgasm. She held in place for a few moments, her eyes clenched shut, her folds tightening and clenching around Ron's cock. Then, she let out a deep growl, her groans betraying the heightened pleasure she was feeling. Ron watched her cum, her pussy tightening and spasming around his cock, momentarily holding him in place as her core muscles clenched. He continued to rock his hips back and forth, fucking her through her orgasm, all the while succumbing to his own one. The first surge of cum exploded from his cock, catching in the condom and trickling down along his shaft, the warmth of his seed adding to the pleasure of the moment. The two of them moaned and contorted in unison, Ron's cock spasming and spraying several thick strands of cum from his length, all while Hermione's muscles began to relax, the slow relaxation of post-orgasm overwhelming her amidst heavy laboured breaths. Ron made sure he had milked himself dry before pulling backwards, letting his cock slide out of Hermione every so slightly agape hole. Breathing softly, Ron grabbed the chair from his desk and collapsed into it, grabbing some tissues to clean himself up. After discarding the condom, he wiped himself clean, falling into his chair breathless as his half-softened cock flopped against his thigh. Seeing Hermione laid back in her chair, her hair lightly dishevelled a thin sheen of sweat on her immaculate, supple body, her pussy glistening with the intense arousal of both a satisfying bout of sex and an intense orgasm, all made for the perfect visual encapsulation of the attractive beauty that Hermione Granger embodied.
"Did you… did you cum?" Ron asked, feeling obliged to double-check. He was still picking up on the subtleties of Hermione's orgasms and whilst he was confident that she had cum, there was no harm in double-checking his confident assertion.
"Yeah… I did… Oh wow… That was good. I needed that," Hermione breathed, pushing herself up, moaning softly as she casually dropped a hand down to her intense arousal, feeling the slickness gleam between her thighs. Just seeing Hermione touching herself was enough to send a twinge through Ron's cock, setting in motion the possibility of a round two.
"Well, I'm sure we could get up to plenty more fun like that. Shall we take this to the bedroom?" Ron suggested, rising to his feet and offering his hand to Hermione. He could see immediately in her eyes, the conflict. Her hand still laid across her pussy, feeling her own warmth and arousal. It was a mind over pussy decision. Lust or logic.
"I…" she began, looking at the closed drawer in which the contract was placed. She hesitated a moment, before ultimately conceding. Spinning around to face Ron, she tentatively held her hand out to him, "I suppose I could be persuaded."
"Come on. You deserve a night off," Ron encouraged, pulling her body against his, his cock sliding against her stomach, her breasts spilling against his chest. She looked up at him, stealing a kiss as the two stood naked in the low candle-light of the room.
"Fine, fine…" she sighed, putting the contract behind her. Before she could say anything else, Ron dropped slightly downwards, his arm sweeping against the back of her knees. Before she knew it, she was lifted into the air, her arms wrapping around Ron's neck as his hands clasped firmly onto her juicy bum cheeks. Giggling, she smirked, "Well… Seems I don't have a choice now."
"I'm more than happy for you to carry me," Ron joked as he stooped through the doorway and carried Hermione upstairs, staggering a little around the winding stair-way. The two of them had only been living together like this a couple weeks, but it still felt incredibly natural.
"I'm happy to be carried. I'm sure we could come up with a creative position for us like this," Hermione said with a salacious smirk, her mind completely focused on the pleasure at hand. When she got into the mood, she very much embraced it with enthusiasm.
"See, as soon as you put the books down, you become a deviant," Ron chuckled, arriving at the bedroom, and setting Hermione down, taking a breath after exerting himself like that, "Maybe you would have had more fun at school if you did that."
"I had plenty fun at school. Books and all," Hermione giggled, planting a teasing and playful kiss on Ron's cheek before stepping into the bedroom, leaving him lost as he tried to figure out what she meant by the remark. He was so dazed that he didn't realise Hermione had already taken to the bed, ready for round two.
"What does that mean?" he mumbled, snapping out of it as he raced into the bedroom, baffled, and confused, his cock rock-hard for reasons he was quite sure of. Hermione was in stitches as Ron bellowed after her, calling out for answers, "Hermione! What does that mean?"
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Life went on for Harry and Ginny, with Harry almost completely forgetting about the large document that appeared at his home. The only remnant of the mysterious tome was the envelope in which it came. He discovered shortly after realising the document itself had disappeared. It didn't answer any questions, but rather raised even more. He had definitely received it, but… where was it. He spent several days studying the envelope, the cursive writing addressed to him, but found nothing. Soon enough, it drifted from his mind, and he went about his business, only for it to all be brought sharply back into his life one morning with the arrival of Hermione Granger. She apparated directly into the hallway of Grimauld Place, striding immediately into the living room where she found Harry relaxing on the sofa. The click of her heels alerted Harry to her presence, prompting him to rise quickly to his feet. Hermione was always a striking woman, but dressed in a pinstripe suit and skirt, he held a strong air of authority, despite her features still betraying her as the youthful woman she was. She looked no different to Harry than she did when they were on the run. Still, despite being only twenty-two, she was making strong headway in the legal departments of the ministry and by all accounts had firmly cemented herself as a rising star. Which was why it struck Harry as strange that she would be here this early in the morning, "Harry? We need to talk. It's… It's very, very important,"
"Right… Erm… Sure. What's the matter?" Harry asked as he watched Hermione pace back and forth across the room, her nervous demeanour being cast as clear as day. Something was seriously the matter. Even when they were hunting Horcruxes she never appeared so completely distressed and uncomfortable, "Hermione, are you okay?"
"I… I… Well, technically speaking, it is both illegal and unethical for me to discuss this with you, but frankly, I can't stay quiet about it. I was at work earlier this week when I saw an interesting legal document being validated in my department," Hermione breathed, finally grinding to a halt and facing Harry down, scrunching her face up as she debated how best to approach this, "Harry, did you sign any documents without reading them through?"
"No? Why on earth would I do that?" Harry exclaimed, stunned that his best-friend would assume him dense enough to do something so idiotic. She breathed inwards, pulling up her bag and reaching inside of it. A few moments later, she withdrew a stack of papers.
"Did you sign this document?" she asked, handing the document to Harry. His eyes immediately widened as he read the front-page, realising that it was the vanishing document that he had been so baffled by a few weeks prior. Looking up at Hermione in confusion, he saw a sense of quiet relief on Hermione's face. As if his utter shock was enough to calm some concern in her mind.
"Wait… how did you get this? Were you the one who took it from my office?" Harry exclaimed, sitting down and riffling through the papers. It was significantly smaller than it had been before. Hundreds of pages had to be missing, "Where's the rest of it? It was at least ten times the size of this."
"You didn't sign it?" Hermione asked again, almost as if she needed a concrete answer from Harry. She slid into the seat beside him, wincing as she read a few of the pages he had pulled away. She had now read it in its entirety and was severely disquieted by it all.
"Why would you think I signed it?" he asked again, not giving her the definitive answer she wanted. Reaching over, she pulled out the final sheet and placed on top of the pile, revealing to Harry a signed declaration and agreement to the contents of the document. The signature was unmistakably his. It was immaculate. Perfect. As if he had written it himself, "That… that wasn't me. I didn't even get time to read it."
"That makes sense…" Hermione mused, sighing in relief now that she knew Harry hadn't signed it and that his circumstances were similar to hers. Taking a moment to compose herself, she turned to Harry and explained, "Ron and I received similar documents. Ten times the size of this one and filled with legal mumbo jumbo. I tried to make a dent in it, but barely got through twenty pages of nonsense before I… fell asleep. And when I woke, both Ron and I's copies were gone. And they both turned up signed and ready to be validated earlier this week."
"I don't understand? How…" Harry murmured, completely baffled. He hadn't had nearly as much time as Hermione to process all this. The composure Hermione was maintaining was purely a façade. She had been a mess only hours before as she pieced it all together.
"I don't know for sure, but I think we've been tricked. I think, this document, the shorter one, was purposefully hidden in amongst a longer meaningless legal document so that we wouldn't be able to read through it all and discover what the document was actually asking. And then, when we fell asleep, the documents magically disappeared and turned up signed," Hermione explained, bitterly admiring the magical prowess needed to pull of such a display. If she wasn't suffering as a result, she would have been impressed, "In other words, we've been played."
"But. Surely that's illegal? People can't just do that?" Harry exclaimed, in complete and utter disbelief as to how this could go through all legal channels and be considered acceptable. Of course, he had no understanding of the laws at place, so didn't anticipate just how legal it was.
"Well, when it comes to validating legal documents that have been delivered via the postal service, the legal authority only checks that the document arrived at the recipient's correct address and was personally received by the individual. It then checks that it departs the address having been signed by a quill belonging to the recipient. Of course, the signature also has to be considered valid, which in all our cases, they were. How someone managed to mimic all our signatures to a tee is beyond me," Hermione explained, having memorised every relevant piece of law that pertained to the situation, "It's a legal loophole we didn't think existed, and one we've been tricked with."
"Wait, so what does the document actually say? What have we been tricked into?" Harry finally asked, watching in horror as Hermione's cheeks turned a deep shade of red. She begrudgingly pulled out the first line of the declaration and handed it to Harry, watching as his face turned white, "I hereby agree to assume the role of my person in the Pucker 'n' Plunge's parody retelling of my life from the year of 1991-1998, including any and all pornographic scenes dictated by the director and executive producers."
"We're legally obligated to star as ourselves in a porno about our lives…" Hermione winced, pinching her legs together instinctively as she watched Harry's eyes widen with horror. The rest of the document was simply outlining the various things that they now had the legal authority to get Harry to do.
"That's fucking insane! They can't do that…" Harry bellowed, rising to his feet as he began reading through the document, his heart sinking with each line as he realised just how beyond screwed, he was. Literally in this case. It was unfathomable and utterly abhorrent.
"That's what Kingsley said when I brought it to him. He demanded that the legal validation process be scrutinised beyond belief, but three dozen different legal authorities couldn't fault it. Under every magical law, by-law and proposed legislation that could possibly affect the contract, it is legally binding," Hermione sighed, sinking into the sofa, completely defeated, "Whoever did this was beyond thorough, They must have had exhaustive understanding of the legal process, legal loopholes, the magic necessary to pull this off on such a scale and a particularly insidious vendetta against everyone involved. Which is a lot of people…"
"It's as if Lord Voldemort was reincarnated as a megalomaniacal pervert…" Harry breathed, the fury in his breath slowly relenting as he collapsed back onto the sofa. It was only then that he acknowledged what Hermione had said, "Wait, what do you mean by… a lot of people?"
"Well, there is you… me and Ron…" Hermione began, all before listing of a non-exhaustive list of people who befell the same fate as the three of them, "Approximately every member of the Order of the Phoenix, a large portion of the former student body that attended Hogwarts with us including Neville, Draco, Cho, Luna… The Weasley family, barring extended members. The Delacours. Even several captured Death Eaters who surrendered following the Battle of Hogwarts."
"This is crazy…" Harry breathed, feeling a little light-headed at the revelation, his mind still struggling to piece it all together and make sense of it. Finally, after a long silence, he begrudgingly asked, "Pucker 'n' Plunge? Heard of them?"
"Not before this week. They are the Wizarding World's pre-eminent producer of adult pornographic films. From what I understand, they specialise in 'parody' material of existing stories and historical events," Hermione explained, her research not having been thorough. She had mostly been looking for individuals with motive to do all this, but the company itself seemed a legitimate party. It was if they were simply a means to an end in this humiliation of them, "From what Fred and George said, they're apparently quite good films. For their standards."
"When… when does this happen? What… what do we…" Harry stammered, unable to wrap his head around things. It just… it just didn't make sense. The amount of moving parts in this situation had rendered him completely baffled and at any moment he was hoping to wake from a nightmare or be told this was a trick. The document in his lap was an ever-present reminder of the impossibility of either of those outcomes.
"As part of the contract that Professor McGonagall was tricked into signing…" Hermione began, watching as Harry reeled in both shock and horror at the revelation of McGonagall's participation, "Yeah, she's in this too. All the teachers are. I don't even want to think about it. But as per the contract she, as Headmistress of Hogwarts, signed, the production has the legal authority to utilise the premises of Hogwarts castle for the shoot. For the necessary 'authenticity' Fortunately, Professor McGonagall had already planned for the current student body to spend this year visiting the Beauxbaton's Academy as part of an interschool event. A Triwizard Cup of sorts without the death games."
"Well that is fortunate… At least… yeah, at least…" Harry conceded, glad that all of this wasn't going to occur at the school alongside other current students. That was an added humiliation that he simply did not need in his life. Not in the slightest.
"The shoot begins on what Hogwarts considers the first day of term. I don't know if it's some kind of perverse joke, but they are planning on having the cast take the Hogwarts Express," Hermione sighed, not wanting to think about just how close that date was.
"It'll be like going back to school," Harry chuckled, trying in vain to bring some element of humour into the dismal situation. Looking over at Hermione, he was surprised she wasn't completely distraught about the circumstances, "You're taking this rather well?"
"Believe me… I'm really not," Hermione sighed, slumping back into the sofa, clasping her head in her hands as she wiped the sleep from the corner of her eyes, "I… I should have read the whole thing. I mean, that's what I'm good at. Reading. I can sift through countless legal documents over a single cup of tea at work, but I… What kind of idiot falls asleep whilst reading."
"You obviously don't remember me and Ron trying to cram for final exams," Harry smirked, managing to crack a smile across Hermione's stern face, the girl finally letting a modicum of levity find its place in her smile. Sitting upright, she giggled.
"Who would have thought it would take something like this realise that I'm the same kind of idiot as the two of you…" she laughed, nudging Harry before adding, "At least I didn't wake up having swallowed half a chapter of Hogwarts a History."
"Oh, you've always been the third part to a trifecta of idiots. In our own special way," Harry chuckled, wrapping an arm around Hermione and pulling her in for a hug, the girl gratefully accepting as she drew a deep and relaxing breath.
"Maybe it won't be that bad. It might be… it might be something tasteful. Or we could explain it away as people using Polyjuice? I suppose there is some plausible deniability. A firm public denouncement and a widespread denial from the entirety of the cast… Maybe we could salvage our careers," Hermione argued, trying to piece together a possible solution to the crippling P.R. issue at play. She was always trying to look for a positive solution, even if the odds were stacked so thoroughly against them. That was when they heard the front door of Grimauld Place get launched open, the heavy thud of intense footsteps powering into the hallway, the door slamming heavily. Suddenly, the door to the living room was flung open, a furious Ginny Weasley storming in.
"What! The! Actual! Fuck!" she bellowed, a sheet of parchment in her hand. She held it up to Harry and Hermione, showing what appeared to be an advertisement. Before either of them could read it, Ginny turned it over and read it aloud, the fury teeming in her voice, "Harry Boner starring the actual Harry Potter as himself. Watch him ream, ram and get rimmed by his actual friends in a thorough… a THOROUGH! Exploration of the sexual truth behind the life and times of our favourite famous fucker."
"There goes our plausible deniability…" Harry sighed, both him and Hermione wincing at the scandalous advertisement. Turning to Ginny, Harry searched in vain for the words to explain the situation, only to realise that Ginny had inevitably signed a similar contract. Her response to the news would make his reaction seem impossibly tame. Needless to say, he wasn't looking forward to breaking the news.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed that. As you can see, this will be a light-hearted smutty romp, capitalising on cheesy porno tropes and the perverse imagination of yours truly. Far-fetched situations and circumstances, with outlandish sexual delights. Should be fun. If you have any ideas or suggestions, let me know. Apart from that, the next chapter sees our newfound porn-stars meeting with their fellows actors as they prepare to board the train to Hogwarts one last time, for a completely different reason. Till next time!