The Hogwarts Coven

Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret

Chapter 11 – The Plan

Harry and Ginny both woke up the morning after the Ball with a need to speak to the other. The sexual adventures of the previous night, though positive overall, had only highlighted their desire to be with each other.

Ginny had awoken first, had a quick breakfast, which was actually brunch by that point, before heading to the Room of Requirement for some quiet reflection before Harry arrived, for she knew that he would. Somehow.

And it was at that point that she allowed herself to read that morning's Daily Prophet. Her eyes widened as she read Rita Skeeter's article for that day. It described, though not completely explicitly, what the four Champions had each got up to the previous night at the Yule Ball, and of course after the Ball. "For fuck's sake," she muttered wondering how Harry was going to take this.

Harry did in fact head to the Room of Requirement, though it was early afternoon by the time he did so. He took several deep breaths outside of the room. He knew that the next conversation could end with them fighting and therefore highly unlikely to resume their relationship, or shagging, which was certainly the polar opposite outcome.

He opened the door to find himself in the layout that they used when they were relaxing. It changed the room into a very cosy living room/bedroom/bathroom. In effect a studio flat without a kitchen, because who needs a kitchen when you have a disturbingly devoted house elf.

The fire was roaring away on one side of the room and Ginny sat before it on the sofa, deep in thought.

She turned as the entrance submerged back into a wall behind Harry. "Hi," said Harry awkwardly.

"Hey," Ginny replied softly.

"I'm sorry…" they both blurted out at the same time. There was a moment of pause as they looked at each other, before they both started laughing.

Harry strode forward towards Ginny and sat down next to her on the sofa, the tension now gone from the room. "I'm sorry that I didn't want to go public or whatever. I didn't get why the Yule Ball was a big deal but seeing everyone, particularly Katie and Leanne I get it now. So, I'm sorry, Ginny and I would really rather like to have another go at a relationship with you," Harry rambled apologetically.

"I'm sorry too, Harry. I pushed you and rushed you into changing something that we had already agreed on and it wasn't right, regardless of the importance of the Ball so, I'm sorry too," Ginny replied.

"How does this work? Do we just go straight to fucking?" Harry asked jokingly.

"How about," Ginny purred, as she got down onto her knees before Harry. "You tell me all about your night at the Ball as I get reacquainted with my friend right here," she patted Harry's crotch for effect. "And then I'll tell you about mine as you ready my ass for said friend," she finished.

"Sounds good to me," Harry said breathily, his cock already rock hard. Harry aided Ginny in her struggle with his muggle jeans, and then with his underwear, until his cock sprang free. Ridding himself of his layers of jumpers and shirts as well, Harry ended up naked pretty quickly.

"I've missed this," smiled Ginny as she gently licked the tip of Harry's cock.

"So, have I," Harry replied.

"So, your evening, even if half of it is in the Prophet?" Ginny asked before diving her head down onto his cock and taking over half of him at once.

"What?" Harry asked. Ginny simply reached over for the copy she had discarded when Harry entered the room and handed it to him, all whilst still sucking on his shaft. "Oh, for Christ's sake!" he exclaimed. "How did she even find out about this?"

"No idea," Ginny shrugged as she came up for air. "But I still want to hear you tell it, it'll be much better than bloody Rita Skeeter," Ginny said.

Harry sighed. "Well, the Ball itself was mediocre at best," he started. "I was probably not the best date, certainly not the best at dancing and also what the fuck do you talk about on a date with someone you've gone out with because you're contractually obliged to, because you're in a tournament you didn't even want to enter," he ranted.

"Maybe just skip to the sex part," Ginny offered briefly paused form what she was doing, with strings of saliva connecting her lips to Harry's cock.

"Good idea," he agreed. "So, Padma and Parvati dragged Ron and me, I'll try and keep his part in this tale at a minimum for your sake," he said, aware that Ginny may not want to hear about her brother's sexual escapades.

"Don't censor yourself for my sake," Ginny replied nonchalantly. She was somewhat intrigued by what her brother was like in the bedroom. She knew he was more submissive from inferring from the little that Hermione had said on the subject. And Harry had been quiet on the matter, probably for a mix of not breaking Hermione and Ron's trust and because he did not think that she would want to hear about her brother.

"Ok," Harry said, unsure of what to make of that comment. "Well, they transfigure a mattress with sheets and everything in the middle of this classroom and then made us get on our knees and suck their cocks."

"Made you?" Ginny asked with an arched eyebrow.

"They implied that they would be dissatisfied if we did not and being the gentlemen that we are…" Ginny snorted at the idea of her brother being a gentleman, though this made a strange noise with a cock in her mouth. "Decided to do as we were told…"

"That's a first," Ginny quipped.

"There's a lot of talking and not a lot of sucking going on," Harry said in a deadpan tone, but the slight twinkle in his green eyes gave him away.

"Alright, Mister Master Storyteller, I shall be quiet as I worship thine pole," Ginny smirked.

"You're ridiculous," Harry said shaking his head. So, I sucked off Parvati and well you can work out what Padma was up to. And then after a bit we got on the mattress and Parvati took me doggy, Padma did the same to Ron. It felt really good actually, they're both about a couple inches shorter than me, but they're good at using them," Ginny was squirming between his knees as he described the memory. She had managed to release her straining cock from her underwear and was slowly jerking it as Harry continued with his story. "And then just before she came Parvati pushed me down, flat on my stomach and fucked me prone, which felt even better, before she came in me. Padma also came in Ron," he added. "Anyway, then we had a little break, but then Padma ordered me over to start sucking her cock and getting her hard again. And I was unsure at first cause y'know it had just been in Ron's ass but I took it in my mouth," it was at this point in the story that Ginny moaned loudly around the shaft in her mouth. The pure depravity of it, not to mention the overt homosexual undertones, turned Ginny on immensely. Harry ignored his girlfriend and continued as she was now taking all of his nine inches into her throat. "And then Padma made me ride her cowboy and was really fucking harsh. She's got a mean streak. But it did kinda turn me on," Harry admitted, blushing as he said it. Ginny looked up with her brown eyes, conveying both her amusement and interest in that admission from her boyfriend. And then they painted both of our faces with cum," Harry finished.

"That's so hot!" exclaimed Ginny as she came up for air. "I love the thought of those two caramel minxes degrading you as they fucked you," Ginny admitted.

"It was hot," Harry confirmed. "But not as hot as you," he said smoothly.

"Smooth, Potter," Ginny giggled, lifting herself up from between Harry's knees. Harry stood as well and then positioned himself behind Ginny as she bent over, presenting her ass to him to worship.

"Well, I had a great Ball," Ginny started as Harry spread her cheeks and dove in. "Neville had, unlike the majority of the male population, actually learnt to dance. And he was very proficient. But eventually my mind moved onto other things despite his proficiency," Harry laughed from between her ass cheeks at that comment. "Something funny back there?" Ginny asked as she grinded her ass up and down on Harry's face. "Thought not," she answered herself. "Anyway, so we also made use of a vacant classroom, though we didn't do anything as fancy as transfiguring a mattress. We just fucked rough and ready. First, he gave me a wonderfully sloppy blowjob. It was surprisingly skilled and very enthusiastic, which was endearing. And then I had him bent over, clinging to a desk as I fucked the life out of him. God it was hot to watch that fat ass jiggle every time I slammed into him," Ginny's graphic and blunt retelling was getting Harry very bothered, as he licked and lapped at Ginny's ass. He was tempted to just ram his cock up her ass at once. But he resisted. "So then I came in that tight ass. Which, as an aside, he said he wasn't a virgin but I have no idea who took his virginity. I mean I'm not one for idle gossip but I am curious as to who did take it, I assume you don't know," Ginny said.

"He's never mentioned it to me and if he has to anyone else then they haven't told me," Harry answered.

"Hmmm," said Ginny, making her typical thinking noise. "It doesn't really matter," she concluded, shaking her mane of red hair as she did so. "So, I then give him a blowie of my own until he cums down my throat, which was fun. And then for round two I rode him, and he is a lovely size. Probably about the same size in length as the twins for what you said, but he's girthy as anything and he stretched me wonderfully. He came up me, but I didn't cum, so I just got off and pounded him in missionary until I came all over that cute tummy of his," she recounted, moaning occasionally as Harry's tongue touched a particularly sensitive spot. "We even managed to squeeze a third round in; a quick sixty-nine, me on top, and we blew our loads down each other's throat. And then he walked me back to my dorm like a gentleman, kissed me on the lips and bid me goodnight. It was romantic, completely fucking degenerate too, but also romantic," Ginny finished.

"Hot," said Harry simply, as he stood up to full height and pressed his body against Ginny's. "I think you mentioned something about me fucking you?" he said.

"I may have mentioned it," Ginny replied, playing along.

"Well then I'll just go ahead and do this," he stated, raising his left foot up onto the sofa that Ginny was kneeling on, his other foot firmly planted on the ground. He used his left hand to bunch Ginny's flowing hair together and tug on it gently as his right hand guided his cock to her ass. "Oh, I missed your ass," Harry moaned as the first few inches of his cock slipped into her now lubricated ass.

"And I missed your cock," Ginny cooed as she revelled in the feeling of Harry fucking her ass again.

Harry gripped her waist with his free right hand and used it as leverage to powerfully surge forward and implant his entire length into her ass in an instant. Ginny groaned noisily as she was suddenly filled up with Harry's substantial length. His cock nestling deeper in her ass than anything had been since he had last fucked her. Though Neville's girth had stretched her a touch more, Harry's length filled up her depths in a deeply satisfying way.

Smacking her ass with his right hand, Harry began to pump away at Ginny from behind, incredibly aroused by the simple fact that he was once again inside of his girlfriend. Her ass was as perfectly rounded, as wonderfully warm and as delectably tight as he remembered. Her moans, gasps and squeals were as sexy and the sight of her red hair always did enflame his passions. "Fuck, your ass is the best!" Harry exclaimed, now truly into his rhythm. His cock advancing and retreating upon her ass, treating the both of them to the delicious pleasures of sodomy.

"Is it the best, huh? Can you not live without this tight ass?" Ginny taunted cockily. "Does my hot body make you want to fuck me like no other?

"Fuck, yes" Harry growled, Ginny successfully goading him into fucking her even harder. Ginny loved to dominate Harry, but she loved it almost as much to be dominated by him, particularly when she got to retain a certain level of power through her feminine charm. She had learnt in the past few months, the innate power that came with being a witch and the way that she could use these natural talents to her advantage. She thought this as she squeezed down hard, clamping her ass muscles around Harry's marauding cock, making him groan gutturally in response. "That's how you wanna play," smiled Harry as he smacked Ginny's ass hard several times in quick succession. Then he gripped her hair harder and pulled back, yanking her head back as he did. He took control as he slammed his member into her again and again, holding her shaking body in place and subjecting it to his will. It was an incredibly hot scene and it soon became too much for Harry. "Fuuuuuck!" he cried in animalistic fashion as Ginny's flexing asshole overpowered his staying power and as soon as he had control, he lost it again; exploding in orgasmic delight, releasing his seed deep into her ass. "God, you're incredible," Harry said as he pulled out of his girlfriend.

"Come kiss me and tell me that again," Ginny laughed at him, turning around to face him, her cock still erect. Harry sat in Ginny's lap, his deflating cock snuggled against her full-sized one and passionately kissed her.

"You're incredible," he repeated.

"Keep being nice to me and I'll let you fuck me again," Ginny promised. "But first I want to reclaim that perfect hole of yours. Make sure those two sluts know you're mine," she said aggressively. Harry simply raised himself up and sat on her shaft. "Ride me," Ginny ordered, and so he did.

Hermione woke up with no urge to go anywhere or do anything. She was content to simply lie back in bed. That was mainly because she was lying next to a beautiful blonde, who was herself lying next to a stunning Indian witch.

"Was last night a dream?" asked Lavender as she stirred next to Hermione. The blonde was snuggled against Hermione, her head resting in the crook of her neck, their legs entangled and her breasts pressing against Hermione's side.

"I hope not," said Hermione.

"Are we really going to go on a date?"

"Of course, Lavender," Hermione reassured. "We haven't been that close in the past but last night was special, so why not see where this goes?" she explained.

"I'm looking forward to it," Lavender admitted. "Also, when did Parvati climb into bed?" Lavender asked, referring to the Indian girl sleeping next to her.

"About half an hour after you fell asleep. I invited her in, I didn't think you'd mind," Hermione recalled.

"I don't," Lavender confirmed, taking her head from where it was nestled in Hermione's neck and kissing the bookworm along her jaw.

"Someone woke up horny," Hermione giggled, as she was peppered with light kisses.

"How can I not be knowing that that massive slab of meat you call a cock is lying only inches away?"

"I'm not sure how I feel about my dick being called a slab of meat, but I understand. It's hard for me not to be horny when I know there's a needy slut who needs a good dicking lying right next to me," Hermione responded. If the previous night had been gentle, soft and intimate, the following morning was the opposite. "Does someone want to be a slut for me this morning?"

"Yes," moaned Lavender as she clambered on top of Hermione, so she was straddling the girl. They kissed passionately, Hermione's hands instantly travelling down lavender's back and to her ass.

"I think someone needs to be a good girl and worship my length, before their ass gets resized," growled Hermione, Lavender's attentions having brought out her dominant sexual persona. Hermione, by now, slipped into the character like a tailored glove.

Lavender simply gulped before kissing her way down Hermione's body. The two had gone to bed naked the previous night, so there was no troublesome clothing in the way, allowing Lavender to move down Hermione's body uninterrupted. She took a quick detour to Hermione's perfect mounds, gently flicking the perky nipples with her tongue before continuing on down towards her target.

Hermione lay back and enjoyed the sensations provided by Lavender's dutiful lips and tongue. The previous night had been special for Hermione, she had not been lying. The vulnerability that Lavender had showed her had opened Hermione's eyes to the fact that behind the gossiping and sometimes bitchy demeanour, lay a girl with as many insecurities that she herself had. To reveal that to someone, particularly someone who one is not close to, is a brave thing to do and Hermione respected that. Moreover, the sex itself was indeed special. It was passionate lovemaking and it was wonderful. But Hermione knew that Lavender also needed something harder and firmer. And she was more than happy to supply such treatment.

Hermione was shaken from her thoughts as she felt her cock get submerged in a warm damp environment. Lavender eagerly and expertly, bobbed her head up and down on Hermione's shaft, massaging it with her lips, whilst her tongue danced around the head, tapping and flicking away. "Good girl," Hermione cooed. The phrase of endearment and childish encouragement turned Lavender on and she swallowed Hermione's lengthy shaft with even more enthusiasm. "You better take it all, slut," Hermione warned, triggering a frenzied effort by Lavender to do just that.

She battled her gag reflex and took about nine inches of the phallus into her mouth, gagging and spluttering as she did so. But the last two inches proved troublesome, her throat was resisting Lavender's attempts at getting it to open up.

Hermione decided to give the girl some assistance. She gripped the back of the girl's head and pushed down, whilst simultaneously thrusting her hips upwards, driving her cock deeper into the girl's throat. The feeling was indescribable, as Hermione felt the last couple of inches of her shaft, slip further into Lavender's throat. It constricted and squeezed down on her shaft, hugging it in its entirety. "Fuck, you're throat feels so good!" Hermione exclaimed. "There's a good slut," she complimented as she began to actively fuck Lavender's face, holding the girl's head in place and using her mouth as she would an ass.

Lavender could only stay in place and take it. This treatment was the opposite of the previous night but it was just what she desired most of the time. Because of the previous night, because of their impending date, this sex, though far rougher and more degrading than the sex she had had with Seamus, she did not feel used in the same way. It was hard sex, but in a context of at least some level of care. Hermione would still be there after the sex, would still kiss her, still laugh with her and still cuddle with her. At least she hoped. After all this new chapter in their relationship had only started all of twelve hours ago. But Lavender was optimistic that the previous night was demonstrative of something significant and not just an anomalous event. And Lavender also wanted to have constant access to the large shaft that was currently pummelling her face.

"Fuck!" Hermione shouted as she released Lavender's head and allowed the girl to pull off from her cock. Sitting up, Hermione grabbed an arm and pulled the blonde to her. She kissed her fiercely, instantly taking control of the witch's mouth. "You're a good slut," Hermione said as she held the witch's face in her hands and looked into her eyes. The shared look expressed a lot; in Hermione's eyes lavender saw reassurance, that this was just play, that she already meant more to her than just being a slut, and in Lavender's eyes Hermione saw mostly sordid desires, but also some gratitude. Leaning forward Hermione gently whispered into Lavender's ear; "I'm going to bend you over and pound you as a whore like you deserves and then when Parvati wakes up I'm going to do exactly the same to her, because I'm your mistress and you're my sluts," Hermione's exposition of her plans was interrupted by a loud trembling moan from Lavender. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk and until you've drained my balls into your slutty holes. And then when I'm finished, I'm going to hold you in my arms as I kiss you everywhere, because a good Mistress looks after her sluts. Then we're going to go downstairs hand-in-hand so that everyone knows who you now belong to," Lavender shivered as Hermione ended her softly spoken rant.

Hermione spanked Lavender on the ass several times, smacking the girl into action. Lavender bent over, her head on the mattress, her ass sticking up in the air. Hermione continued to deliver blows to the blonde's ass as she lined herself up behind her.

Parvati woke up to the sounds of continuous slapping and cries of pain and pleasure. She opened her eyes to see Lavender with her ass sticking up in the air and Hermione spanking the girl fiercely. But that was not what grabbed Parvati's attention the most. What instantly drew her eyes and caused her to audibly gasp aloud was the size of Hermione's swinging tool. At eleven inches it easily dwarfed her own. She had noted Harry's impressive size the previous night, but Hermione had him clearly beat. "So, sleeping beauty has awoken," commented Hermione upon hearing a gasp from her left.

"Good morning," said Parvati, not really sure of how exactly to respond to this situation. She had entered the dorm the previous night surprised to see the two together and had readily agreed to join them in bed when Hermione had invited her, in the hopes of some morning sex. But she had not quite expected this. In fact, she had expected Hermione to be submissive and had fantasised as she fell asleep about plundering the tight hole of the near virginial bookworm. But she had woken up to an experienced and confident witch, not to mention massive, instead. It had her unprepared.

"I'm pretty sure it's the afternoon actually," Hermione smirked. "Why don't you come over here and join us," Hermione invited. It was the second invitation from Hermione that Parvati had accepted in twelve hours. She accepted this one with a bit more trepidation. Walking on her knees over to the pair, completely naked herself, Parvati accepted the kiss from Hermione when she got close enough. Parvati instantly relinquished control. Though not as dominant as her sister, she was still overall more dominant in the bedroom. But Hermione's natural sexual charisma made her instantly submit. It was strange, but also very arousing. "Why don't you rest your head on Lavender's ass and watch me plunder your best friend," Hermione suggested with a smile. Parvati hesitated, her natural desires resisting this new state of things. "It wasn't really a question," Hermione said as she grabbed Parvati's hair and pulled the witch's head into place. Parvati allowed herself to be guided.

Hermione then smacked her monstrous cock against Lavender's asshole causing it to wink enticingly at her, before beginning her invasion forwards.

Parvati watched fascinated from her position, as more and more of Hermione's huge shaft entered Lavender's stretched hole. She could hear the pleasured moans of her best friend and her own cock was standing up at the sight. The sheer volume of cock that Hermione possessed was astounding to Parvati and as the usually nerdy witch bottomed out inside of Lavender, Parvati could not help but think about how it would feel if it was her ass opening up to Hermione's incomparable invader.

Hermione moaned as her entire shaft was encased by Lavender's tight ass. Her clutching depths pressing down on her length from all sides. "Such a perfect ass," Hermione moaned, squeezing Lavender's pink ass cheeks and then slapping them again, as she started to saw her cock in and out.

Lavender had taken Hermione's entire length in her ass last night, but not like this. Then it had been a slow progression, a gentle coupling, this was something else. Padma liked to fuck her hard and the twins enjoyed taking her at the same time, but Hermione's length meant that even at half speed Hermione fucking her was more intense than when anyone else did. Hermione's member brutalised her ass as her hands turned her pale cheeks pink, but the ferocity of it fuelled Lavender's pleasure. Every erogenous part of Lavender's ass was triggered simultaneously as Hermione moved her cock in and out, in and out, over and over.

"Does my slut, like that?" Hermione asked in a patronising voice as she heard Lavender's moans increase in pitch and frequency.

"Morgana, yes!" Lavender screamed in response.

"Take it then!" Hermione shouted in response, upping her tempo until she was slamming her hips against Lavender's ass, with a loud 'thwack'.

"She loves it," Parvati chimed in.

"Well you're next," Hermione said, staring the twin right in the eyes. "In fact, have a taster," she added. "Open up," she ordered, pulling her length from Lavender's ass. She briefly admired the crater she left in her wake, before thrusting her cock into Parvati's open mouth.

Lavender whined as Hermione stopped fucking her, but smirked as heard the unmistakeable sounds of gagging, specifically gagging around a large cock.

Parvati would have struggled with Hermione's length if she was given time and practice, but with Hermione aggressively shoving it in her mouth, she had no chance. All she could do was take it, enjoy the musky taste of cock and ass, and try not to splutter too much. Then as quick as it had begun, Hermione switched holes once again, and Parvati's mouth was empty once more.

Hermione repeated this for several minutes, switching from hole to hole, from ass to mouth and back again. Hermione herself was close, but she knew she could last for a while longer. Lavender, however, could not. "Can I cum?" Lavender asked as Hermione resumed slamming her cock into her bowels.

"Beg," Hermione predictably commanded.

"Please Mistress, please let me cum with your big fat cock in my ass. Please let me cum around your perfect dick!" Lavender cried.

"Perfect, eh?" Hermione chuckled. "Cum, slut," Hermione acquiesced.

"Fucking, Morgana's magnificent tits!" Lavender cried as her orgasm shuddered through her body and her cock exploded jizz all down her thigh and onto the bedsheets below. "Fuck."

"I love feeling my little slut's ass squeeze my cock when she cums," smiled Hermione. Right, Pav," said Hermione as she removed her cock from Lavender's resized ass. "You can hop on Lavender now, you certainly should not need any lube," Hermione said truthfully.

Parvati, by now accepting of her role in this new dynamic, quickly shuffled round to behind Lavender and slipped her cock in. Parvati's seven inches were hardly small, but compared to Hermione, she could not help but feel somewhat inadequate. "Stay there," Hermione commanded once Parvati's entire length was in Lavender.

Hermione spread Parvati's ass cheeks and spat on her hole, before diving in tongue first and preparing it for what she was about to do. Parvati moaned loudly as she felt Hermione's wet tongue explore her ass. It was a unique sensation, Hermione's tongue one side and Lavender's ass the other. But it felt incredible. Though Parvati could not fully enjoy the pleasure with the prospect of Hermione fucking her as hard as she just fucked Lavender, looming over her.

"Should be ready now," said Hermione, licking her lips. Hermione placed her cock at Parvati's entrance and introduced it slowly. Whereas Lavender had taken her last night, Parvati was, Hermione guessed, probably not used to such a large length; as much as one could be "used" to such a thing. Hermione went slowly and patiently, briefly dropping the 'ultra-domme' demeanour she had adopted. She slowed at every loud whimper and went a bit faster at every shaking moan. Eventually, Hermione's hips came to rest against Parvati's ass. Then she pulled backwards about six inches before saying; "Now fuck Lavender at your own pace."

Parvati began to do so, first having to pull out of Lavender and therefore impale herself back on Hermione's cock. Parvati groaned loudly as she pressed herself back against Hermione. She stopped once she felt Hermione's breasts on her back. Hermione dipped her head into the crook of Parvati's neck and licked and sucked up it. "I'm going to take you and your sister together," she promised. "You'll look so pretty as you share my cock," she whispered. Parvati audibly gulped before thrusting forward once more, her dick sliding into Lavender with no resistance.

They did this, the three of them engaged in a relatively gentle train fuck. Parvati moving back and forth and thus fucking one and fucking herself on the other. But once Hermione felt that Parvati's ass had adjusted to her size, she took over. Leaning forward and grabbing Lavender's wrists, she pulled them back, and so lifted Lavender herself up off the bed. Lavender's head and upper body was now suspended in the air by Hermione's arms. Using her wrists as leverage, Hermione began to thrust forwards, impaling a squealing Parvati on her cock and causing Parvati to drive deeper into a moaning Lavender. Soon, Hermione was fucking both of them, Parvati got the brute force of Hermione's beautiful monstrosity, and Lavender felt the force through the medium of Parvati.

Though Hermione had now been fucking for a while without reaching her own orgasm, it was Parvati who succumbed first. The joint pleasure of being fucked and of doing the fucking, of having her ass repeatedly filled and of filling (as much as one could given its state) an ass repeatedly prompted Parvati to cum quicker than she normally did. But the orgasm itself was no less powerful. She felt a surge of ecstasy rush from her balls and along her cock as she fired shot after shot of her cum inside of her best friend. Her legs shook and vision blurred as she quaked in bliss. Hermione's cock was still hammering her ass, only adding to the myriad of sensations that wracked her body. And then before she knew it, Hermione had thrown her onto her back, pushed her legs back and started to pound her in missionary. This triggered something that she had never had happen to her before, an immediate second orgasm. Her balls pulsed again, an even more intense bolt of pleasure rushing along her spine and down her limbs. The breath left her lungs, she could not even scream. She had a multiple orgasm in silence, the slapping of Hermione's balls against her ass became the soundtrack to her pleasure. Her body shook, her thighs tried to slam shut, her toes curled and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. It looked more like a seizure than an orgasm, in a sense there is little difference between the two.

Hermione smiled lustfully down upon the trembling girl, admiring how stunning she looked as she came. And then suddenly her eyes shot open, her beautiful brown eyes meeting Hermione's own. "Fuuuck!" she cried, her ability to cohere returned. "That was incredible," she panted. "I came twice!" she exclaimed excitedly.

"I saw," laughed Hermione. "You were really out of it."

"I swear your cock is magical," she enthused.

"I do get good reviews," Hermione said, flipping her fair in faux diva fashion. "You ready for the finale?" she asked.

"Fuck, yeah!" grinned Parvati, who was now a true convert to Hermione's sexual prowess.

"Hey, sleepy slut!" Hermione called the slumbering Lavender. "Come over here and make out with your sister slut," she ordered.

"Mmm, that's hot," moaned Parvati at being referred to as a 'sister slut'.

Hermione placed her fists either side of Parvati's stomach before thrusting down into the Indian witch's upturned ass. "God, you're gonna make me cum," Hermione moaned. She moaned even louder once Lavender and Parvati began to passionately make out. "Oh, God," she groaned. She was by now, at the end of the line, Parvati's ass gripped her in a vice like grip, even after having fucked her ass for over ten minutes by this point.

"Will you paint our faces, mistress?" asked Lavender in an innocent voice.

"Goooooods!" Hermione roared instantly, pulling her cock from Parvati's ass and thrusting her hips forward, desperately jerking off her length with both hands. "Here it fucking comes, sluts," she announced as she came hard. Her load exploded from her dick and flew through the air, splattering the two girls whose beaming faces were resting cheek to cheek. "So good," Hermione groaned as her orgasm faded from her body and her cock stopped firing cum, having covered the two girls' faces and a lot of Parvati's stomach and chest.

Hermione lay down on the bed, the other side of Lavender, exhausted. Quickly, two forms sidled up to her, one on each side. Lavender on her left, Parvati on her right. Hermione spread her arms around them and allowed them to snuggle up to her. "I could get used to this," Hermione giggled, kissing each of the witches at her side on the top of the head.

Hermione, feeling like an Arabian King from times long past, began to doze off. 'Why do men always get the harem' was her last thought, before she dropped into a lazy afternoon doze. With two smiling witches either side of her.

"So, this book is responsible for us getting together then," Ginny said, as she flicked through the pages.

"I mean, I think we'd have got together eventually anyway. But it hurried things up a bit," said Harry, from his position between Ginny's legs.

"It's looks a pretty interesting read," Ginny commented. "I like the bit about witches having bigger dicks," she smirked. "And all the stuff about how lovely a witch's cock is."

"I think yours is lovely," Harry said, letting the cock in question slip from his mouth.

"Well, you're a slut so," Ginny replied.

"So, I have more experience in such things."

"Good save," Ginny laughed. "So, you want to start this Bacchus cult thing then?" Ginny asked seriously.

"Er yeah," Harry said simply. "It increases magical power, bonding between people and we get to have more sex. What is there to lose?" Harry shrugged. "I get that cults and rituals and stuff are frowned upon but I don't see why. There's no indication in there that they're dangerous."

"We'll talk to Hermione about it, see what she says," Ginny said. "She'll know all about it. But I think, in principle, I'm down," Ginny agreed.

"I knew you would be," Harry chuckled.

"You calling me a slut?"

"Yes," Harry answered.

"How dare thee!" Harry just laughed at his girlfriend.

"I'm sure fucking Hermione doesn't intrigue you in the slightest. Or joining a Quidditch orgy," Harry said.

"I preferred you with my cock in your mouth," Ginny retorted.

"Back on it, Ma'am," Harry said cheekily, before actually getting back on it. Ginny leaned back into the pillows and sighed, imagining orgy after orgy. It did seem like heaven.

Parvati left to go and find Padma, soon after the three had awakened from their short snooze. Leaving only Hermione and Lavender. As promised Hermione wrapped her arms arounds the blonde and kissed her mercilessly. Lavender squealed and giggled in response.

"Reckon lunch is still on?" Hermione asked, after another round of covering Lavender in loving kisses.

"It's meant to be on later than usual, because they know everyone will be waking up late," replied Lavender.

"You really made me work up an appetite," Hermione grinned.

"I've been told butt stuffing is hard work," Lavender joked back.

"Very, particularly when there's two sluts to butt stuff."

Hermione and Lavender made their way down to the hall, hand-in-hand, and then sat on the Gryffindor table, opposite one another. No one really paid them much attention, there was the odd questioning look, but everyone else in the hall seemed to be busy gossiping away about their own little circles. It seemed that the Ball had broken and made many relationships.

One witch however, who certainly looked their way, was Fleur Delacour. The Veela desperately tried to keep her jealously in check as she saw the smiling couple giggling together. Fleur had no idea as to why she was constantly thinking about the bushy-haired Hogwarts student. She was plain in a sense and Fleur had certainly been with more 'conventionally attractive' witches in the past. But Hermione's beauty was different than the type one might find on the cover of Witches Weekly. It radiated out of every pore of her, as if her entire being was beautiful. Her eyes shone with intelligence and her smile with wit. Her skin glowed a beautiful creamy colour and her unruly hair demonstrated a belligerent nature, entirely in contrast to her authority-loving, rule-abiding reputation. She was an enigma to Fleur, but one the French witch was desperate to know more of.

Though Fleur had very much started off as the seductress, as the one in control, the way Hermione had flipped the tables on her had been astonishing and incredibly hot. Fleur had been able to think of little else since. She would often find herself late at night, with three fingers in her hole and her other hand grasping her hard shaft. Hermione's was always on her mind.

So, to see the giggly, tactile blonde now sitting across from her Hermione, jabbed the creature within right in the eye. And she reacted accordingly. Fleur stalked over to the pair, just about keeping her anger and irritation at the levels normal for a French witch. "Hermione," Fleur said simply.

"Fleur!" Hermione exclaimed. "How good to see you, how was your date?" she asked genuinely. Fleur took the question as an invitation to sit and did so next to the smiling blonde.

"Roger Davies wasn't it?" said blonde asked.

"Yes. And he was very much subpar," Fleur replied.

"Oh, that's a shame," said Hermione.

"Indeed. I do not believe we have met," said Fleur, shifting her attention to the blonde to her left.

"Of course, you haven't! Fleur, this is Lavender, Lavender this is Fleur," introduced Hermione.

"Lavender, what a pretty name," Fleur complimented, flashing her a dazzling smile. Lavender went bright red at the compliment and the direct attention that she was receiving.

"T-t-thank you," Lavender stammered out.

"Lavender!" shouted Padma and Parvati as they entered the hall, gesturing wildly for her to join them.

"I think I'm wanted," said Lavender shyly. "I'll see you later, Hermione. Nice to, er, meet you, Fleur," she bid them goodbye and then hurried off to join her two best friends.

"What was that about? You've never sat with me in the Hall before," asked Hermione.

"Why would you think it was about anything? I was merely curious as to who the giggling blonde was," Fleur replied.

"Sure you were," said Hermione, returning her attention to the pork pie on her plate.

"So, are you and her?" Fleur asked.

"We are, sort of," said Hermione. "We had very intimate sex and I kinda asked her out. I still don't really know why I did it. But since I have it's been very nice. We just kinda instantly, clicked y'now. Like we're already kinda couply as horrible as that sounds," Hermione rambled.

"What about Ron?"

"Oh, well we haven't really spoken since the last time we fought, so, I don't know," Hermione shrugged. "Frankly he needs to stop being a bitch about the fact that likes getting fucked by one."

"I will talk to him," Fleur promised.

"Oh, you don't have to do that Fleur," protested Hermione.

"I want to. One should be comfortable in their sexuality. Plus, you two can be at least friends again," Fleur justified.

"That's very sweet of you, Fleur," said a very confused Hermione. She certainly did not have Fleur down as the 'favours' type. This behaviour was really quite baffling.

"No worries, ma Cherie," Fleur said. "And also read a copy of the Prophet!" she yelled before she was off with a flurry of blonde hair and elegant steps.

"What the fuck was that?"

Hermione was still ruminating on Fleur's odd behaviour, as well as what on earth to do about bloody Rita Skeeter, once she had finished her lunch and was on her way back to the Gryffindor Common Room. But en-route she was accosted by Ginny and Harry.

"Hermione!" exclaimed Harry as he and Ginny met her halfway up a flight of moving stairs.

"Hey, guys," said Hermione in greeting, not quite understanding the enthusiasm of Harry's greeting.

"You're coming with us," said Ginny forcefully, grabbing Hermione's arm and dragging her along.

"I'm going to the common room, my dorm, and then to…"

"The library," Harry and Ginny said in unison cutting off Hermione's protestations.

"You can go to the library once we're done. In fact, you'll need to go to the library once we're done," Ginny said.

That got Hermione's interest. "You two really know how to get me to do what you want, huh," said Hermione.

"We know you too well, Hermione," said Harry sweetly. "Were you going to look into the Skeeter situation?" Harry asked as they walked along the school corridors.

"Don't even get me started on that! I have no idea how she found out about any of it!" Hermione huffed. "And it's not like there was just one person who blabbed, because she talked about all four Champions!"

"We'll get her somehow," Ginny said confident, by which point they had reached their destination.

To Hermione it was just an empty corridor with a blank wall. "Why are we here?" she asked.

"You'll see," said Ginny smugly.

As if by magic, the wall before them transformed into a door and opened, revealing a very cosy living room beyond. "You've found the Come & Go room!" Hermione enthused. "I've read about it in Hogwarts…"

"A History," Harry finished.

"How exciting!" she said, ignoring Harry's interruption.

"That's not the main point," said Ginny as they entered the room. "This is," she handed Hermione a worn looking book.

"Did you steal this from the library?" Hermione asked indignantly.

"No comment," replied Harry, the non-answer being an answer in of itself.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted, before peering at the cover, intrigued. Her curiosity outweighing her outrage. "Magical Flow and the Alluring and Majestic Altered Anatomy of Witches," she read aloud. "Who's Iolanthe Peverell?" she then asked.

The couple simply shrugged. "This chapter is the important one," Ginny said as she flicked through the book and opened it on the right page.

"Bacchus Cult?" asked Hermione to no-one in particular. "I've read about these," she said. "They were around back in Ancient Greece and Rome, though of course they were referred to as Dionysian in Ancient Rome. I knew of their connection to paganism but I didn't know they were around in medieval England!" Hermione blathered.

"Well, we want to start one," said Harry.

"You want to what?" shrieked Hermione, as if Harry had just suggested murder.

"We want to start one," said Ginny more confidently. "And we need your help, plus we'd like you to be in it of course."

"Why would you want to do this?" Hermione asked.

"Because it helps with our magic," said Harry.

"Don't forget the sex," Ginny added.

"That too."

"You're worried about… Voldemort, aren't you?" Hermione said perceptively, hesitating before uttering his name. Harry simply nodded.

"I can feel him getting stronger," Harry explained. "I think this will help."

"Let me do some research," Hermione said. "I'll get back to you."

"That's all we want," Ginny replied.

"Good. Now can I read this in front of that fire?" she asked.

"Of course!" cried Harry. "Consider this room yours."

"We might have to set up a rota with how much Hermione is getting at the moment," Ginny commented.

"Hey!" Hermione protested. "One of those people happened to be him," she retorted, pointing an accusatory finger at Harry.

"I know, and it sounded so hot. I'd love to see it in person one day," Ginny said.

"I'd like to show you," Hermione grinned before marching over to her self-designated reading area by the fire.

"She really has changed," marvelled Ginny at the lack of embarrassment from Hermione.

"I did tell you," replied Harry.

"I wasn't lying though," smirked Ginny. "I would love to see you get pounded by her. Maybe we can share you," it was Harry's turn to blush.

"Sounds good," Harry squeaked. Ginny simply laughed at her boyfriend.

It was moments like this that the growing darkness outside seemed so far away.

And yet they would soon discover that the darkness was already within the walls.

A/N: I love leaving chapters on ominous notes! So, a plot is emerging and the book is back! It's a bit like Snape's Potions book in HBP (the film version), mentioned like three times and then forgotten for ages.

Anyways I hope y'all enjoyed the chapter. Harry and Ginny getting back together and the start of Hermione's new relationship. Plus, Fleur being a lovesick puppy, and Rita being Rita.

The song of the chapter name is from a soundtrack to a film that actually features two Triwizard Champions in it! Any guesses on the artist?

As ever, have a lovely weekend! I will if England beat Scotland at Wembley tonight!