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It didn't take long for Harry to realize what he had just done. The wide grin on his face slowly fell off when he thought about what Ginny would think about it. Harry never even considered keeping what he did with Molly a secret. It was bad enough that he couldn't stop thinking about the sexy MILF on her knees, but Harry didn't want the additional guilt of trying to hide that from Ginny.

And as bad as it was, there was a more practical reason that Harry wanted to tell Ginny.

This wouldn't be the last time Molly Weasley had his cock in her mouth, and Harry was already imagining fucking her fantastic arse from behind. The trick now was to try and figure out how to keep Ginny while railing her mum. Harry didn't intend to let his firecracker of a fiancee go.

He turned around to glance at Molly and found her straightening out her dress. For once, Harry wasn't staring at the tits that were almost spilling out of her dress. His eyes locked onto her face, noting the slightly puffed cheeks that Harry knew contained the cum he spilled inside her mouth. He had to tear his gaze away before his cock reacted again and got him in more trouble.

"What's wrong with you, Potter?"

Harry tensed in surprise before relaxing when he saw it was Pansy Parkinson. If there was a prize for someone making a complete turnaround, then Pansy would have won it. Harry still thought she was a first-class bitch, but the former Slytherin had dedicated herself to righting whatever wrongs she had done during the final battle. Pansy had made the surprising choice of becoming a healer instead of spending her adult life as a Pureblood Lady.

"Parkinson? I thought you'd still be running around in the hospital."

"I wish," Pansy said while rolling her eyes, "It seems like the great Harry Potter getting engaged reduced the number of patients in my ward."

Harry blinked before realizing that she was being sarcastic. "Funny. Really funny."

Pansy eyed him and noticed that he seemed more disheveled than usual. She asked him again, "Seriously, is there something wrong? You seem distracted."

Harry thought that was an understatement. This had passed being a mere distraction.

"Nothing to worry about. It's just that Ginny invited too many people," Harry intended to stop there but was suddenly reminded of Ginny asking him to get a check-up. Since Pansy was right here, Harry could get that taken care of right now and see if there was something that could justify what he did with Molly.

"Actually, Parkinson... no, Pansy. Could you help me with something?"

Pansy raised her eyebrows at Harry calling her by name. They weren't enemies anymore, but they certainly weren't close enough to be on a first-name basis.

When Pansy motioned Harry to keep talking, he said, "I've been feeling... strange the past few months. I'd usually ignore it, but I did something I would never do normally. Could you check if there is something influencing me?"

Pansy was annoyed that her work followed her to what should be a break. If anyone else asked, she would have told them to get lost, but Harry Potter wasn't someone people would deny these days.

"Fine," Pansy said with a huff, "Right now?"

"Of course not," Harry motioned at the guests, "It'll have to wait till after they leave."

Pansy hadn't planned to stay that long, but Harry didn't give her a chance to protest when he walked away without waiting for an answer. Pansy rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink. She liked Harry better when he was a scrawny kid that was too nervous to be this arrogant.


Ron fidgeted before speaking, "Ginny? Could you keep this secret?"

He had been uncharacteristically quiet since he had returned from his room after changing his clothes. The sticky feeling of the cum in his trousers was gone. However, Ron still remembered the shame and arousal the moment he came from Hermione's words. It was impossible to ignore what he had been unconsciously avoiding for years now, and Ron's stomach dropped when his cock started to react when he thought of Hermione with Harry.

And from his beautiful girlfriend's intensely curious expression when Ron came inside his trousers like a teenager, he knew that Hermione would interrogate him for all the details of the newly discovered fetish when they got home. Ron was just thankful that Hermione acted like nothing had happened while talking to Ginny... Though, his sister saw the shameful display in its entirety.

Ginny was talking to Hermione while waiting for Ron to finish changing and gather himself in the privacy of his old room. She didn't give much thought to what she had discovered other than that it was another way to blackmail Ron if he got too annoying. Unlike her brother, Ginny didn't particularly care what Harry had done with Hermione while on the run. She was confident that Harry loved her enough to never cheat on her. If he ever dared to do so, Ginny was more than capable of making Harry grovel for forgiveness. She didn't notice that kicking Harry to the curb was never an option in her mind.

"Consider it forgotten. I don't need any part of your sex life in my mind."

Ginny said it with an exaggerated expression of disgust that Hermione burst out in laughter. The redhead bombshell grinned at Hermione before turning to Ron and saying, "Seriously, let's pretend that this never happened."

Ron nodded in relief but still looked away from the two women staring at him. It still felt like Ginny was laughing at him, which was something Ron could deal with, but Hermione looking at him with a smirk was new. He would have exploded in anger in the recent past when he thought Hermione was mocking him, but Ron had a feeling that this might be the new norm.

While Ginny and Hermione whispered to each other about things Ron purposely ignored, he looked out the window and saw Harry happily walking through the party as if he had just caught the snitch. Ron was particularly confused when his oldest friend stopped to talk to Malfoy's former fangirl.

"Ginny? Did you know Harry was friends with Parkinson?"

Ginny and Hermione paused at Ron's question and moved to look at what had his attention. Ginny rolled her eyes at what she saw and said, "You should blame Hermione for this. She convinced Harry to give people like Parkinson a chance."

Ron glanced at Hermione before nervously looking away, still feeling awkward around his girlfriend. After a few seconds, Ron said, "Does he have to be so chummy with her, though?"

"Ron," Ginny said with a warning, "You know how I said we should forget about your little secret? If you make it sound like I should be jealous of who Harry talks to, I might conveniently remember everything. I'm not insecure like you apparently are."

"Ginny! Leave it alone!" Hermione said sharply.

Ron was glad that Hermione defended him, but it wasn't like it was false. Besides, he thought it was silly that Ginny didn't watch Harry more closely. After Voldemort was defeated, the last Potter's popularity with witches increased significantly. While Ron knew his friend was loyal to the bone, he was still mortal. Harry might be able to ward off a couple women throwing themselves at him, but Ron found it hard to believe that he could keep that up for years and years.

Ginny glared at Ron, daring him to continue. Well, he wasn't known for getting hints.

"Parkinson might have looked like a pug in school, but she definitely doesn't anymore. Look at that! They seem to have agreed to something!" Ron said while ignoring his fuming sister.

"Ginny," Hermione interrupted any potential blow up, "Let me talk to Ron privately. You're supposed to be getting some rest anyway."

It looked like Ginny wanted to argue, but instead, she backed down, "I should go back outside. Can't exactly abandon my own party."

Hermione watched Ginny go back to her room to look her best before turning to Ron, who was still staring out the window at Harry.

"Should we have the talk now? Or do you want to wait?"

Ron didn't want to, especially since he was processing it just like Hermione, but she always knew what to do with her habit of planning ahead. Maybe it was best to have the talk.

"Uh... Yeah, I guess," Ron said with obvious reluctance.

Hermione noticed Harry leave Pansy to talk to a guest she didn't know before quickly looking away. Ron's confession brought inappropriate thoughts to her mind when looking at her friend.

"Is this something you only fantasize about? Or do you want to actually make it happen?" Hermione was blunt and didn't try to dance around the subject.

Ron felt like something was stuck in his throat when he tried to talk. He was never good at articulating his emotions or feelings. That doubled when Hermione asked him if he preferred to keep Harry fucking her in his fantasies or make it a reality.

Before he was able to get a word out, Hermione continued talking.

"Of course, it can't really be Harry if you want it to be more than a fantasy. Harry would never think of doing it, and Ginny would try to kill us if we even asked. I guess we'll have to find someone else to-"

"NO!" Ron's shout cut her off.

Hermione blinked and stared at Ron. After a second, she asked, "No? For what, exactly?"

"I don't want anyone else involved," Ron said with clenched teeth.

Hermione was given more time to process that when Ginny came down the stairs and left the house to return to the party. There was a tense silence as they waited for the door to close.

Hermione was visibly confused at this point. It wasn't that she wanted to find some other man to satisfy Ron's fetish, but Hermione would have been willing to do so to keep their relationship strong. But his firm refusal brought up old feelings that were best buried deep in her mind.

Hermione had two attractive males as her closest friends in her teen years, and that undoubtedly brought up fantasies involving them both. Of course, it was nothing close to the depravity that Ron was suggesting.

"You only want me to be with Harry?" Hermione asked leadingly, "Don't you think that'd be a bit strange? Almost like I have another boyfriend?"

This was all hypothetical in Hermione's mind. Harry would never get involved, but she wanted to find out what Ron was thinking.

"Not a boyfriend," Ron insisted adamantly, "Just... Just a friend that you sleep with." He paused for a few seconds before taking it back, "Maybe this is best left as a fantasy."

Hermione agreed with the last part, but Ron's cock was clearly the best indicator of what he wanted. She noticed his trousers tighten ever so slightly when he talked about Harry sleeping with her. Before Ron embarrassed himself by ejaculating in his pants again, Hermione changed the subject.

"Why not anyone else? Why only Harry?" Hermione didn't need to know this, but she certainly wanted to.

Ron struggled to find an acceptable answer for a good minute, but Hermione didn't rush him.

"I-I guess it wouldn't be the same."

That actually told Hermione a lot of what she wanted to know, but it also brought up many more questions that were burning in her mind. However, Hermione saw Ron's struggle and discomfort and decided to give him a break for now.

"Let's go home, Ron. We both have too much on our minds to stay here."


Ginny was thankful that the day was about to end and the party wouldn't last much longer. She had accompanied Harry in entertaining the various guests she had invited to give her family a hand and was beyond tired of talking to people she didn't know.

After Ginny had left the Burrow to give Hermione and her brother privacy to figure out their odd sex lives, she had made a beeline straight to Harry. Ron's words must have affected her more than she thought because Parkinson had come up almost immediately when Ginny could question Harry.

She instantly felt guilty when Harry told her he had asked the former Slytherin for a check-up on his recent issues. Ginny had completely forgotten that Parkinson had become a healer.

When the last guest finally walked off to the apparition point, Ginny looked at Pansy and waved her over.

"Let's hope this is just us worrying about nothing," Ginny commented while watching the pretty healer walk to them. When Harry didn't respond, she turned to him to see his attention elsewhere. Ginny followed his line of sight to her mother, who was standing next to her flushed father.

A flash of jealousy spiked within Ginny before she ruthlessly stamped it down. She didn't mind Harry looking, but her mum looked far too slutty in that cleavage-baring dress that Ginny had bought her. Those massive jugs had no equal, and Ginny was keenly aware that Harry repeatedly mentioned their greatness while fucking her pussy into submission.

Ginny's jealousy and annoyance blinded her to how her parents were acting. If she had paid closer attention, Ginny would have noticed the startling similarity on her father's face. It was identical to Ron's when Hermione lied to her brother about how Harry had used her body. She would have noticed her father hunch over slightly when her mum opened her mouth for a second before covering her mouth with her hand.

But Ginny didn't see any of that and elbowed Harry in the side before hissing, "Stop looking at my mum."

"Sorry, sorry," Harry said sheepishly before reluctantly looking away from Molly. He wasn't looking at Molly's ridiculously stacked body for once. Harry's mind was in overdrive at seeing the MILF tease her husband with the cum she was storing in her mouth. Especially when Arthur didn't explode in anger and instead seemed to be having trouble stopping himself from exploding inside his trousers.

That was something to think about after Pansy did the check-up. Harry knew that he shouldn't be able to think about what he planned to do with Molly with almost no guilt when Ginny was standing next to him. He almost hoped there was something wrong with him at this point.

"Potter. Weasley," Pansy said as a greeting.

"Pansy," Harry said more casually, "Let's get this finished, so we don't hold you."

Ginny nodded at Pansy and put some privacy spells. After casting, Ginny said, "I assume this is under the healer oath?"

Pansy was already waving her wand in odd motions over seemingly random parts of Harry's body. While running her wand over Harry's ear, Pansy distractedly said, "Of course. Think of this as an official healer's visit from St. Mungo's."

Harry's thoughts wandered off as Pansy did her job. He had always thought healers were equally as odd as wandmakers. Both had seemingly arbitrary ways to come to their conclusions, and they were both far beyond his understanding. Before Harry knew it, over ten minutes had passed.

Pansy frowned and stepped back after finishing what she needed to do. Harry was fine and in perfect health, except for one bizarre thing.

"Well, you aren't going to drop dead anytime soon, so nothing to worry about there..."

Both Harry and Ginny glared at Pansy when she trailed off. Harry said, "There's something more. What is it?"

Pansy hesitated before saying, "It's like your magic hasn't settled yet. That's odd because it usually happens when we are about sixteen or seventeen."

"Settled?" Harry asked blankly. This was the first time he had heard anything like this, and Ginny's expression told Harry she felt the same.

"Muggles only have to deal with hormones, but witches and wizards also have their magic maturing simultaneously. You, Potter, are experiencing it years later than you should have."

Harry frowned at Pansy's explanation. His initial thought of experiencing puberty wasn't too far off. "So… it's not anything serious? That's the only thing affecting the way I'm acting?"

Pansy glanced at Ginny for a moment before saying, "It could be serious. I'd have to check, but it'd be wise to follow your urges for now. At least until I confirm there'll be no negative effects on your health or magic. I have never seen an adult experiencing something like this."

"Wait," Ginny interrupted, "What do you mean by following his urges?"

Pansy could see that the redhead wasn't too pleased, but keeping Ginny happy wasn't her job. "You might have noticed that the upper years were fairly randy when we were at Hogwarts. Magic is partly the reason. Our class didn't get the chance to do the same since the Dark Lord dominated our thoughts, so it helped us during fights with much more powerful adults."

"So," Harry said skeptically, "Because Voldemort stopped us from thinking about sex, our magic focused on helping us fight? You know this sounds ridiculous, right?"

"I know," Pansy said with a shrug, "But it's the best theory we have right now. But you seem to be an exception, Potter. I couldn't tell you why, but I think we can get a better idea if you come to St. Mungo's."

"He'll be there," Ginny answered for Harry, "Thanks for doing this, Parkinson. I was getting a little worried about him."

"I'm sure you were," Pansy said with a smirk, "Potter must be wearing you out."

Ginny flushed slightly before giving her a glare. Pansy ignored the redhead's attempts to set her on fire with her eyes and said, "Send me an owl when you plan to come in, Potter. My colleagues would be fascinated by your issue."

Harry agreed and watched the witch walk away before turning to Ginny. "Did you hear that, Gin? I should follow my urges. It's the healer's orders."

Ginny rolled her eyes but privately thought that she should be more lenient when Harry goes a little wild during sex.


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