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Harry was feeling a little weird.
He had always been a short-tempered person, but the past few months had been maddening. Ever since his name had come out of the Triwizard Cup, Harry had been feeling a heightened feeling of protectiveness towards Hermione. Almost treating her as a possession. After all, she had been the only one to stick by him, even though the rest of the school abandoned him.
This news about the Yule ball certainly didn't help. There were quite a few witches that Harry was attracted to, but the ones like Cho Chang already had a date. The ones like Daphne Greengrass weren't even an option since they were usually surrounded by the people Harry despised. Plus, he really didn't feel like being paranoid for the whole dance.
All of those options vanished from Harry's mind when he saw Krum staring at Hermione from across the library. He wasn't sure why that creep was looking at HIS best friend like she was a snack, but Harry wasn't having it.
The very next day, Harry had asked Hermione to the dance, much to Ron's displeasure, but it felt like a load was taken off his shoulders. He could now go to the ball with someone he trusted, and Hermione would be kept safe from the creepy Durmstrang champion.
That feeling of happiness only lasted for a few days, though. On the date of the dance, Hermione walked down the stairs looking like a new person. Harry always knew that his best friend was a pretty girl, but it would be the first time the rest of the school had that fact thrown in their face. Harry had narrowed his eyes and immediately noted down the boys who couldn't keep their eyes off Hermione. They would require a closer watch in the future.
Harry was still glaring at Krum when Hermione slipped her arm around his and asked in concern, "Is there something wrong, Harry?"
Harry softened his expression as he looked down at Hermione, "Just some annoying flies that are bothering me. You look beautiful, Hermione."
Hermione gained a pretty blush on her pale face as she smiled sweetly. Harry decided that he wanted to see more of this smile in the future.
Hermione looked away slightly and mumbled, "Thanks… you look handsome too."
Harry looked down at his clothes and wondered where she saw that. He was wearing something that seemed to be more fit in a royal court from a couple hundred years ago. Then again, the rest of the wizards here looked exactly the same.
"Thanks, Hermione. Now, let's go enjoy this ball."
And it was mostly an enjoyable time. Hermione had a bright smile that lit up the room plastered on her face, and Harry was pulled into the experience with Hermione's happiness.
The keywords, though, was mostly enjoyable. Harry wasn't sure how they got separated, but he noticed Hermione standing uneasily near a glowering Krum. It looked like she was trying to get away but couldn't figure out a polite way to do it. The thing that concerned Harry the most was the isolated area that they were standing in.
Harry immediately started to speed walk toward them and heard the tail end of Krum's sentence, "—like you, Hermy-own."
Harry's tense face gained a glare as he reached Hermione and placed a hand on the small of her back. She flinched before seeing that it was Harry and quickly relaxed into him. With a bit more confidence, Hermione said, "I'm sorry, Victor. I just don't know you enough to feel the same. And I'm at the ball with Harry."
If there was any doubt about what Krum was saying to Hermione in Harry's mind, all of that was cleared at this point. With a grin on his face, Harry looked down at Hermione and said, "Parvati wanted to see you. It looked like she wanted to be saved from Ron."
Hermione's pretty eyes narrowed in thought before widening in realization, "Oh! Is he still sulking?"
Harry shrugged in reply and watched her walk away while muttering under her breath. After she was a reasonable distance away, Harry looked back at Krum with a fierce glare.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Krum stepped forward to intimidate Harry with his height before he felt a loud crack and found himself on the floor.
Harry watched Krum touch his broken nose before the Bulgarian winced in pain. Blood dripped down Krum's face, and Harry was responsible for it. Surprisingly, Harry didn't feel even a smidge of regret other than the fact that his hand was hurting from the punch.
"Stay away from Hermione, or you'll get more than just your face punched."
Harry turned and walked away while feeling a strange sense of pride. Hermione was HIS, and it was his job to protect her.
It had been more than two years since Harry punched Krum.
Even though Hermione somehow felt that nagging Harry was the best choice because of some stupid potions book, Harry still considered Hermione his to protect. It would take more than just some arguments for that to change.
Harry was currently listening to another one of Hermione's rants as they walked to potions class. As Harry was nodding at the right moments, he heard a very familiar voice loudly say, "Give it up, Greengrass! Just accept that you and your sister will end up as my whores! I don't even know why you're bothering to keep yourself from my bed."
Harry and Hermione stopped and looked at Malfoy curiously. Malfoy threw more vitriol at a blank-faced Daphne before Hermione couldn't take it anymore.
"Enough, Malfoy! What in the world gave you the right to talk to her that way?!"
Harry was already feeling the urge to beat Malfoy down after talking to Greengrass like that, but if he dared to speak to Hermione that way, he would be done.
Malfoy turned before sneering at Hermione, "What's it to you, mudblood? Unless you want to be my whore too, don't butt into my business."
That would do.
With a lazy tone, Harry said, "You never learn, do you? Remember how you didn't show up to our duel in our first year? I will give you another chance to show me that Malfoy's aren't all traitors and cowards. I challenge you to a duel Malfoy. Today, right in the abandoned classroom on the second floor."
Harry saw Malfoy about to back away before he saw all the people listening in around them. Malfoy said with false bravado, "This'll be your biggest mistake, Potter! Don't try and back out if you get scared."
Harry just smiled at him calmly, "Don't worry about that. I'll be waiting for you."
Hermione hissed, "Harry! What do you think you're doing?"
Harry looked away from Daphne's slightly happier face before answering Hermione, "Did you think I would let him talk to you like that?"
"Oh," Hermione's face pinked before she ducked her head.
Harry hid his smile and walked in silence into the classroom. Malfoy would regret ever opening his mouth around him.
Time flew by before Harry found himself waiting for Malfoy in the abandoned classroom. Though, abandoned wasn't a word that really describes it right now. Harry swore that half of the school had arrived to see the duel.
Just when he thought the duel wasn't going to happen, Malfoy swaggered in with a smile. As soon as he saw Harry, he said, "Surprised you're here, Potter. Figured you'd have run away by now after realizing the mistake you made."
Harry pushed off the wall he was leaning on and replied, "Took you long enough, Malfoy. I guess you waited for daddy's permission before showing up. Did he give you some courage?"
Malfoy's face grew red, "I don't need father's words to deal with the likes of you!"
Harry drew his wand and shrugged, "If you say so. I'll give you the first cast, Malfoy. It'd be unfair otherwise."
"Confringo!"
Harry sidestepped the curse with a raised eyebrow. He didn't intend to do too much damage to Malfoy, but that certainly changed now. Since lethal curses were in play, Harry decided to teach Malfoy what would happen to wanna-be death eaters.
Right before Malfoy was able to cast another curse, Harry pointed his wand at Malfoy's arm and said, "Reducto."
Malfoy shrieked in pain as his wand arm cracked. There were gasps from the crowd around them as Malfoy dropped his wand and whimpered in pain.
Harry snorted, "Is this it, Malfoy? All I needed to do was cast one spell?"
Surprisingly, Malfoy fought through the pain and grabbed his fallen wand with his other arm.
"Reducto."
"AGRHHHH!"
Harry watched dispassionately as he stood over the blonde ferret's broken body. Even Harry had to admit that he had unintentionally put too much power in that one. There were sounds of some students vomiting at the sight of Mallory's mangled arms.
"Harry! That's enough!"
Harry glanced at Hermione's terrified face and frowned before looking back at Malfoy. He ignored the sobbing and said, "Looks like I have to stop. You should thank Hermione, Malfoy. Or this could have been much worse."
The crowd dispersed when Hermione started to drag Harry away. Before he left the room, Harry saw Daphne mouth a quiet, "Thank you," at him.
Hermione watched Harry fume silently on his side of the tent. He had been furious ever since this hunt started, but his anger was actually visible ever since Ron had ditched them.
She had often wondered when Harry had changed so much, and Hermione had actually spent a night going through her memories, looking for clues. Her current guess was the yule ball when Harry asked her to be his date.
Since then, Harry had treated her like a precious girlfriend, without actually asking Hermione to be his girlfriend. It had confused her for the past few years, and every time Hermione tested if Harry would get angry if she showed interest in other boys, it always set him off without fail. It got to a point where Hermione just waited for Harry to confess to her.
Unfortunately, it hadn't happened so far.
Harry apparently didn't want to date her, or he was far too oblivious to know what Hermione wanted. If Hermione had to guess, she would pick the latter. After all, she remembered Malfoy's broken body lying on the floor after he insulted her. If a boy does that for a girl, there were probably some feelings beyond friendship.
"Harry, pacing around isn't going to help."
Harry glanced at Hermione before sitting down on the bed heavily. He snarled out, "And what is going to help? We are on the run with no idea what to do next! Our mate fucked right off, and not only that, I'm dragging you right into danger again!"
Hermione sighed and tried to think of what to say to calm him down. But before she was able to get a word out, the sharp cracks of apparition near the edge of their camp.
"We hit the jackpot! These two birds can last us for months! And look at the tits on this girl!"
Both Harry and Hermione stiffened before a savage grin grew on Harry's face. Hermione almost felt sorry for the people that would soon face Harry's wrath. She raced after her not-so-secret crush as Harry flew out of the tent with his wand raised.
Hermione froze at the sight of five wizards surrounding two girls shivering on the forest floor. Luckily for the girls, Harry didn't pause for a second and was on the wizards before they could get out another word.
Hermione just heard a lot of yells and screaming along with flashes of magic before the only thing left was the whimpering of the girls on the ground. Hermione watched with wide eyes as she saw dismembered arms and broken bodies as Harry walked towards the girls. Hermione knew she should be terrified of what Harry had done, but the scumbags probably deserved to die.
"Are you two alright?"
Hermione moved closer to see the features of the girls and gasped in shock.
"Susan? Tracey? Why are you not at Hogwarts?"
The redhead wiped at her teary eyes and said, "You think they'll leave the niece of Amelia Bones untouched in that place?"
"It's safer to be on the run than to stay there," Tracey added, "Slytherin is hell for students who aren't purebloods."
Harry looked at the girls curiously. He couldn't say that he knew them well, or at all, to be honest, but he did recognize them from the hallways. Harry looked at the dead wizards and asked, "How did you fall into their hands?"
Susan shivered, "We trusted the wrong people." Tracey nodded in agreement and added, "Even family can't be trusted anymore."
Harry winced in sympathy. While the girls went through hell, they unintentionally brought him some scumbags that Harry could vent his anger on. His job here was done, and Hermione's presence would be much better to calm them down.
Before Harry left, he said, "You two are welcome to take a rest in our camp."
He heard the girls break down in relieved sobs as he walked away.
Today would be when Harry would ask Hermione to be his girlfriend. He knew that she thought of him as a dense idiot, but Harry was well aware of his feelings for years now.
It was his eighth and final year at Hogwarts. Which meant it was finally time to man up and make a decision. The year had been a dream as all the girls he had happened to save over the years became some of his closest friends, but it was time to stop living in a fantasy. No matter how much Harry wished that he could take care of them for the rest of their lives, that just wasn't how the world, or humans, worked.
Harry went through the scenarios in his mind, and the one that would hurt the most to let go would have been Hermione. Sure, it felt like someone cut off his arm at the thought of the other girls settling down with other people, but with Hermione, it felt like someone was skinning him alive. That made the hard decision somewhat obvious.
Harry had resolved to enjoy the final night with the girls before he broke most of their hearts.
"Merlin, I can't believe those are real. You think Bones used a spell on them?"
Harry froze in place before changing direction towards the voice.
"Forget Bones. Look at Greengrass and Davis! It's a crime for the robes to hide those bodies. This would be one time I'd agree that muggles have better clothes."
Harry drew his wand and mentally decided on how many bones he should break.
"While you two focus on them, you're missing out on Granger. She's so damn fit!"
Forget breaking some bones. Harry's going to cripple these fools. With a flick of his wand, sickening cracks echoed in the hallway as the three boys' legs ended up in unnatural shapes. Another flick silenced the screams of pain that would have no doubt escaped from their mouths.
Harry took notice of the fallen cameras on the floor next to the writhing boys, and another flick added an extra bend to the already broken legs. Harry mentally patted himself on his back for silencing these idiots. He didn't want their punishment to end too fast by alerting a professor.
Harry crouched down and looked the three in their eyes for a minute. When they finally stopped crying, he said, "I would have thought that everyone in school would have known that those four are off-limits. I'm honestly surprised that someone had the balls to do this… Speaking of which, who are you idiots?"
Harry watched them struggle for a few seconds before realizing they were silenced. He released them from the charm and immediately heard the harsh breathing of the three boys.
"So? Who are you three?"
With gritted teeth, one boy in blue-trimmed robes snarled, "Why the hell did you do that, Potter?! I can't feel my legs anymore! Everyone says you're a lunatic, but I didn't think you'd be this crazy!"
Harry looked at the angry boy with amused eyes and replied, "Well, that just means you have no sense at all. If everyone says that I'm that crazy, why would you try to peep on my girls?"
"Harry! What in Merlin's name is going on here!"
Harry looked away to see the four girls whose privacy was unknowingly broken. He looked back down at the crippled boys and sheepishly said, "I swear I had a good reason?"
"A reason for breaking their legs this badly?" Daphne clearly wasn't impressed though Tracey snickering behind her helped Harry's mood a bit.
Susan, the ever sensible Hufflepuff, said with a worried tone, "We can talk about this later. I think they're going to shock!"
Harry reluctantly helped Susan levitate the boys to the infirmary even though he thought they didn't get enough punishment. Right after they had dropped the boys off to an incensed nurse, Hermione slid up to him and whispered, "What did I say about overdoing it? There was no need to cause that much damage."
"They were taking pictures of you girls," Harry said defensively, "I think I didn't do enough."
"What?" Hermione looked stunned before shaking her head, "No, that still doesn't mean you had to go that far, Harry. I like that you try to protect us, but they were just a bunch of stupid kids."
Harry really wanted to argue but realized that Hermione wouldn't back down here. He knew when to give up, so Harry just nodded in agreement.
Hermione sighed, "Come back to our rooms early today. I have a surprise for you."
Harry watched Hermione drag the rest of the girls away in curiosity. The rooms she was talking about were the private dorms of the Head Boy and Head Girl. Harry personally thought that only Hermione deserved that title, but since this privilege gave him more personal time with Hermione, Harry gladly took the position.
Another positive was that it became the most common hangout for Harry and the girls, allowing them to grow much closer. But that didn't really matter right now. Harry was more focused on what Hermione had in store.
It was a couple hours later when Harry had finally finished his rounds. Hermione asked for the night off, and Harry couldn't really say no, so he had been alone for the night. To be honest, it might have been one of the most boring wastes of time this year. It got to a point where he begged for some couple to be caught snogging in a broom closet.
But it wasn't to be.
Harry sighed as the door swung open before he entered the private dorm. He hoped Hermione could cheer him up with her surprise. Harry was sure it would be good no matter what considering that this was Hermione.
All thoughts of an innocent surprise flew out of Harry's mind when he entered the common room.
The girls that Harry was close to could be considered some of the most attractive in Hogwarts. That wasn't a secret, and it was evident with the number of eyes the girls drew daily. The only saving grace for Harry was that the school robes hid their bodies reasonably well.
Well, that was nowhere near the case now.
Gone were the loose robes that made their bodies practically formless. Each of the girls apparently decided that clothes weren't necessary and only had on identical lingerie, with the only difference being the color.
Three Hogwarts houses were represented in the room, and three colors were on their spectacular bodies. Hermione showed precisely how far she had come from the bushy-haired bookworm in her red lingerie. Daphne and Tracey looked like the definition of sin in their matching green set. And every single boy in the school would curse Harry for getting a good look at Susan's famous attributes with barely anything covering them.
Hermione's frizzy hair was tamed into beautiful brown curls that fell just below her shoulders. A hint of makeup highlighted her naturally pretty face, drawing attention to her expressive amber eyes and full lips. Harry, of course, knew all of this. What he wasn't aware of was how fit her body was. Hermione had breasts that looked like they would perfectly fill his hands and a toned midriff that led to her smooth thighs.
Daphne was the girl that all purebloods wished they had as a daughter. Someone who rarely showed what they were thinking and consistently put forth the best appearance every day. Even as unclothed as Daphne was right now, Harry could still see the pride she took to look her best. And why wouldn't she? Daphne was just a little curvier than Hermione, and while she was softer overall, it was all in the right places.
The blonde's best friend Tracey sharply contrasted the Slytherin ice-queen. Tracey had an impish smile on her face as she stared at Harry as if she was daring him to do something. She was the smallest of all the girls, both in height and in other areas, but Harry felt that Tracey would look odd any other way. Though saying she was smaller was relative. Tracey still had breasts that would make most girls jealous with how perky they were.
And Susan. Susan was already known as the bustiest girl in school, even through those shapeless robes. Harry was well aware of that, but it didn't even come close to preparing him for what he was seeing. In a surprisingly flattering yellow lingerie, Susan's breasts were practically bursting out of their cups. Harry couldn't help but stare in amazement at the plentiful cleavage shown.
"I win," Tracey declared, "I knew that he would stare at those massive things!"
Daphne rolled her blue eyes and crossed her arms under her ample breasts. "Nobody was dumb enough to bet against that Tracey. You didn't win anything."
While the two housemates argued with each other, Harry was left confused about what was happening. He turned to his best friend and looked at her for an explanation.
"We waited for months, Harry," Hermione spoke before correcting herself, "Well, they did, but I waited for years. You apparently don't understand the signs of girls wanting you to be more than a friend. We eventually gave up on you making a move and decided to do it ourselves."
Harry knew he should be happy, but alarm bells rang in his head. "And what am I supposed to do here? Somehow pick one of you and leave the others like a complete twat?"
Harry conveniently ignored that he was prepared to pick Hermione over the others this morning. That was then, and now things had changed. Harry had practically seen all the girls in the nude, and he couldn't bring himself to let another man have that pleasure. Harry knew it was a long shot, but somehow, he would make it work.
Daphne scoffed and said with a matter-of-fact tone, "Does it look like we're morons? You'll obviously pick Hermione because of how long you have known her if we do that. We did the next best thing."
Susan jumped in, "We convinced Hermione to share you with us!"
Harry thought processes halted. He didn't realize that it would be this easy.
Hermione blushed at the disbelief in Harry's eyes. "It's true. I did agree."
"So," Harry said slowly, "If I decide that I want every single one of you to be mine, you'll be fine with that?"
Without any hesitation, all of them nodded happily. Harry wasn't sure which god was rewarding him today, but he would cherish this for the rest of his life.
Hermione thought Harry was still hesitant when he didn't move from his spot and decided to help him. She tried to walk towards him confidently but wasn't sure she did it right. This was the first time Hermione had ever done anything in lingerie with the boy she loved staring at her. But from the drool on Harry's face, Hermione assumed that he liked what he saw.
Harry was far too distracted from Hermione's tits bouncing in their cups, and before he realized it, soft lips were attached to his own. Harry automatically cupped Hermione's arse and groaned into her mouth at how meaty they were. He wasn't ashamed to say that her arse starred in his dreams after seeing them in jeans a couple years ago.
The girls stared at Hermione and Harry swap spit in the middle of the room as Harry mauled Hermione's arse to his heart's content. They looked at each other for a moment before jumping off their seats and joining the couple.
Daphne was the first to reach them and used that advantage to grab Harry's chin and separate him from Hermione's mouth. Her blue eyes darkened in lust when she saw his swollen lips and said, "Don't forget that you aren't just dating Granger here."
Harry wanted to object, but the second set of lips was on his mouth. Harry moaned and attacked Daphne's invading tongue. He pushed past her full lips and tried to dominate the ice-queen's mouth. Daphne sucked on his tongue as if she was trying to give Harry a preview of what she would do to his cock.
Hermione was left staring wide-eyed at the two kissing right in front of her face. Harry still had her arse in his hands, so Hermione had the closest view possible. Another thing Hermione was close to was Harry's hardening cock. It was pressed right up to her bared stomach and getting larger every second. Hermione struggled out of Harry's grip on her arsecheek and dropped to her knees.
After a little bit of fumbling, the towering cock that Hermione dreamed about flopped onto her pretty face. Hermione could hear Susan and Tracey gasp in shock, but she had tunnel vision on the monster resting on her face. It still wasn't fully hard, but Harry's leaking cockhead had already reached the edge of her hairline. His swollen balls were so close to her lips that Hermione could practically feel it working overtime to be ready to cover all of them in cum.
Hermione inched forward and kissed each of Harry's balls before opening her mouth to suck them in. She could feel his cock rising off her face as her tongue bath got Harry primed to fuck. Hermione never did anything as scandalous as sucking on a wizard's sack, or anything sexual really, but books and muggle porn gave her plenty of ideas of how to drive Harry wild. And sucking on his balls was just the start.
While Hermione filled her mouth with Harry's sack, Tracey couldn't help herself from bending down and sucking the delicious-looking cockhead. It gave off a scent that she had never experienced before, but all she knew was that it smelled good enough to swallow.
That only left Susan on the side. She pouted angrily as she crossed her arms below her massive breasts. Harry would have his eyes locked to her tits any other time, but that was literally impossible right now with Daphne distracting him. Just because Susan was a little slow, she was left out of the fun. Daphne had Harry's mouth wholly occupied. Hermione was using her mouth as a warm, resting place for Harry's balls to take a relaxing bath, which Susan didn't even know was an option before now. She made a mental note to learn what else you can do to pleasure a man. And Tracey was suckling on Harry's cocktip and frequently swallowing his precum like she was drinking the nectar of the gods.
Susan really wanted to use her tits on Harry's cock to give him a good first memory, but that wasn't possible right now. And a few seconds of debating, Susan's eyes locked onto his free shaft. Hermione had Harry's nutsack to herself, and Tracey didn't seem interested in taking Harry's cock any deeper, so a large part of his cock was up for grabs. Without wasting more time, Susan ducked below the bent-over Tracey and knelt in front of Hermione. She traced her wet tongue from the base of Harry's cock, briefly touching Hermione's lips, to the tip. Susan tasted something sweet on the shaft dripping down from the top. It didn't take long for her to realize that this was Harry's precum. Susan's eyes flashed as she finally got why Tracey was sucking on Harry's cock like a straw.
The girls didn't know how long they had been worshiping Harry's cock, but when Hermione felt his balls clench and tighten in her mouth, she knew he was about to come. Hermione pulled off his balls with a pop and was surprised to see Susan's massive breasts right in front of her face. She was so engrossed in rolling Harry's balls in her mouth that she wasn't aware of anything else. However, that perky pale expanse of tit-flesh gave Hermione an idea.
Tracey yelped and whined at getting Harry's cock taken out of her mouth, but Hermione didn't give her long to complain. She moved Tracey in front of Harry's pulsing cock and shifted Susan off the shaft to have her kneeling right next to Tracey.
Hermione looked up to see that Harry was finally looking down at the three of them with Daphne rubbing circles on Harry's chest. Hermione pointed his cock at the two witches kneeling in front of him and said, "This is what you deserve, Harry. I might try and get you to calm down when protecting us, but you don't know how wet it gets me when you destroy someone for insulting us."
Hermione spoke up at him while jacking off his cock furiously. The sound of fapping filled the common room as Harry tried to keep his cum from exploding out of his balls.
Daphne kissed Harry's cheek while reaching down to cup his spit-covered balls and gently squeezed them. She admitted, "The day you showed Malfoy his place, I already knew that I had to get you."
Harry's eyes rolled back into his head as his vision was filled with flashes of white. His cock jerked in Hermione's hand as it spewed rope after rope of thick cum, splattering it on Susan's and Tracey's waiting faces. Hermione aimed Harry's cock so his cum would coat their faces in streaks of cum before pointing down to Susan's massive tits. It would have been a crime if those things didn't get marked by Harry's cum.
Harry came back to earth with Daphne practically holding him up to see the mess his cum had made of Susan and Tracey. Harry felt something warm surround his cock and saw Hermione sucking out the last bits of cum still inside his cock. She swallowed what she could get before looking up at him with a smile.
"So? What do you say, Harry? Will you be ours?"
