Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret

by thyrsusofbacchus

The witches of the Wizarding World have lengthy secrets, as Harry discovers in his fourth year at Hogwarts. This revelation brings with it a whole new outlook on his world; partly shaped by an interesting book in the school library. This book too begins Harry and co's journey into the famous, but long defunct, Hogwarts Coven. A tale full of girls with dicks and ancient rituals.

16. The Love Club

The Hogwarts Coven

Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret

Chapter 16 – The Love Club

Gabrielle had gone an entire day without taking dick after Angelina had destroyed her ass, and her sister had also then used her as a sex doll. But in exchange Fleur had bent over for her the following morning. So, at least she had cum.

She had spent that entire day standing up, not sitting down once for its entirety, whether it was whilst she was doing the work that Madame Maxine had set her, so that she did not fall behind, or whilst eating, she remained on her feet. To sit was too painful, even with her sister casting some soothing charms on her.

The day after that she had been gently taken by Fleur, their soft coupling a rare event, but a very sweet one. They were in the 'spoon' position, as Fleur tenderly made love to her from behind. It was intimate and heartfelt and the two had enjoyed it immensely, particularly as they climaxed together.

But Fleur had informed her that she could not have sex for three days from that evening onwards, for the vague reason; "for an experiment". Gabrielle had simply shrugged but decided to use the opportunity to gain a lead in their friendly competition.

When sitting with her sister at the Gryffindor table she had scouted out potential targets, finally deciding on the Patil twins. The two Indian witches were stunning and alluringly exotic to Gabrielle. Thinking about the two of them working together to fuck her, her pale form sandwiched between the two coffee-skinned witches, made her cock throb in her panties.

Gabrielle had made her availability known to Padma, the obvious leader of the two, and such an offer was quickly seized upon by the Ravenclaw. So it was, that Parvati had allowed the both of them into the Gryffindor Common Room and further into the girls' dormitory, on a Friday morning.

Lavender and Hermione had made early exits as they did every morning. The fourth-year girls' dorm still very much a cold war of passive-aggressiveness and lengthy silences. Parvati had given up trying to mediate and now only spoke to one of them at a time.

But the empty dormitory was the perfect place for the Patil twins to indulge in their new toy. The two of them had only had each other since Tuesday evening, as Ron had said that there was some sort of 'experiment' that precluded him from engaging in getting off himself, and thus it was probably best he did not have any sex with them in case the temptation was too much. So, Gabrielle's offer had come at exactly the right time.

Once the three were all in the deserted dorm they were quick to relieve each other of their clothing, Gabrielle stripping the two older girls, and they then stripping her. Padma and Parvati took their time with Gabrielle, touching, stroking and groping all parts of her body, murmuring complimentary comments and planting gentle kisses on her torso, neck and head.

"She's perfect," Parvati gasped once Gabrielle was completely naked, her cute bubble butt, and five-inch cock now on full display.

"Yes, she is," Padma agreed as her eyes hungrily sized up the blonde. She assessed the girl up and down, taking in every inch of her flawless pale skin. Gabrielle stood proudly under their gaze, aroused by the lust that she could see in their eyes. She felt desired and wanted, and that was a feeling she cherished.

Padma directed her sister onto the bed and the two lay down on the soft sheets next to each other, their heads resting on the pillows of Parvati's bed. Gabrielle got the message without being told and crawled onto the bed to join them.

She placed herself between Padma's spread legs first, smirking up at the Indian girl. Gabrielle grasped Padma's shaft at the base and began to gently lick around the head. "Mmmm," Padma moaned as the French witch's fleshy organ caressed the tip of her dick.

"That's so hot," Parvati whispered, gently jerking her own shaft at the sight.

It was not long until Gabrielle ceased her teasing and went all in, swallowing the entire length of Padma's cock in one go. Needless to say, it elicited a reaction from the Ravenclaw; "Morgana's tits!" she cried as her cock was enveloped in its entirety, its head getting a massage from the blonde's tight throat.

As Gabrielle bobbed her head up and down on Padma's length, she reached out her left hand to grasp Parvati's cock. Parvati allowed her own hand to be replaced by the small pale one, exhaling as she sank back and enjoyed the dexterity of Gabrielle's fingers.

"She's good with her hands too," Parvati reviewed to her sister.

"She's just made … f-for sex," Padma replied in amidst her moans.

Gabrielle flushed with pride at the compliments and gave Padma an even sloppier blowjob, allowing saliva to coat the hard cock in her mouth. Then she swapped Padma's shaft for her balls, sucking on each one before releasing them with a loud pop.

Padma was in oral heaven, and then it stopped. Frowning, Padma looked down to see that Gabrielle had clambered over to between Parvati's legs and had started on her. But Padma was quickly treated to the nimble digits that Parvati had spoken so highly of. Padma was inclined to agree with her sister's assessment.

Similarly, Parvati was inclined to agree with Padma's assessment about the Veela's mouth. The girl had also swallowed her dick in one practiced motion, bathing the entire shaft in a slick pleasure. Though giving oral sex was in some ways an act of submission, Gabrielle knew that she very much had the power, she could play the twins' bodies like a fiddle, eliciting any moan and groan that she wanted with a mere flick of her tongue. She was proof that practice does in fact make perfect.

Padma, being the more impatient of the two, decided to move the threesome on a bit. She got up onto her knees, breaking Gabrielle's handjob, and crawled round to behind the Frenchwoman. Gabrielle knew what was coming, especially once she felt a wad of spit coat her ass. Padma quickly got her cock into position at Gabrielle's entrance before sinking in.

Given how well used Gabrielle's ass had been recently it was not surprising that her wrinkled hole simply opened up for Padma. "God, you're a slut," the Indian witch groaned appreciatively. Yet, despite the ease with which Padma sunk into the sumptuous ass, it was still phenomenally tight. The ass instantly moulded to her length and then refused to let go. Padma could, contradictorily, thrust in and out with ease, whilst also being gripped by Gabrielle's ass. It really was a perfect combination, and one Padma quickly made the most of, sawing her cock in and out, swiftly building to an impressive pace.

Gabrielle moaned around Parvati's wand, enjoying the aggressive fucking Padma was giving her. It was nothing like Angelina's brutal treatment, but then Padma was somewhat smaller than that gargantuan. Yet it was still an incredible sensation, made better not only by Padma's experience, but also by the witch's somewhat bellicose temperament. Gabrielle loved being shown her place during sex, and Padma was doing that with aplomb. "She's positively purring around my cock!" Parvati commentated.

"She loves having her ass slammed full of my cock!" Padma exclaimed. "You love it don't you, whore?" she taunted.

"Oui!" Gabrielle affirmed.

"Filthy slut," Padma snarled, slamming both palms down upon Gabrielle's smooth skin several times, colouring her cheeks a violent red. The girl cried out around Parvati's cock at the sudden stinging pain. "I bet all you French sluts are like this! Act all mighty but really you just want some good British meat!" Padma goaded. "Veela whore!"

Gabrielle knew that she should get offended at Padma's harsh words. But she was not. She was only aroused. Her hard cock dribbled pre-cum onto the sheets below from Padma's degradation and anal stimulation. The Creature within her that was slowly coming more and more into a synthesis with her own human nature as she went through puberty, seemed to like the derogatory words. And Gabrielle was becoming increasingly comfortable with being in such a submissive position. She certainly enjoyed giving, as Fleur could attest to, but receiving was her favourite. And the harsher the better.

Padma was quickly coming towards the end point of her stamina. But there was one more thing that she wanted to try. She slipped out of Gabrielle, to the girl whining and pushing her ass back, trying to recapture that that had been filling her ass. "Hop on my sister," Padma commanded with a spank. Gabrielle quickly obeyed, giving Parvati's cock one more kiss, before hastily crawling up the Indian witch's body and slipping the Gryffindor's dick inside of her.

With a contented groan, Gabrielle began to bounce her body up and down, her ass massaging the cock. But this was quickly interrupted by Padma's forceful grip on her shoulders pushing her body down. Padma forced Gabrielle's body to lie flush with Parvati's, their breasts rubbing against each other, their faces only inches apart. Gabrielle realised what was coming and pressed her lips to Parvati's so as to reduce the squealing she knew was about to occur. It was for nought. The moment she felt Padma's cock push against her already full sphincter, she broke the kiss and wailed loudly. "Just relax, baby," Padma said in a surprisingly soothing voice. Parvati gently grasped the back of Gabrielle's head and stroked her lush blonde hair as the girl's cries quietened down. "The hardest part is over," Padma announced, slowly sliding her cock deeper and deeper into the lithe body. "Oh, Goddesses," she groaned at the uniquely delinquent sensation of being enveloped by both Gabrielle's deliciously tight walls and her sister's throbbing shaft.

Eventually, she made it all the way in, her balls came to rest gently against Gabrielle's ass. The worst of the pain was now over for the Veela and she could enjoy the matchless feeling of two cocks moving inside of her, two identical cocks no less, whilst also enjoying Parvati's plush lips. "You two are so hot," Padma commented, as she wrapped Gabrielle's hair around one of her hands and used it as leverage, but did not pull too hard so as not to break up the kissing couple.

Parvati's eyes were closed as Gabrielle needily kissed her. She was simply experiencing all of the sensations that were impressing themselves upon her. Her lips pressed against Gabrielle's; a few strands of the blonde's hair tickling her forehead; the Veela's breasts against her own, their stiff nipples rubbing together; Gabrielle's aching cock pressed between their flat stomachs, leaving a trail of pre-cum on them both, and of course her sister's continuously moving cock, grinding against her own inside of Gabrielle's warm embrace.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fucking cum!" Padma exclaimed, the overhwelming sensory experience her cock was undergoing proving to be too much for her. "Fucking Morgana's fucking balls!" she let out as she erupted inside of Gabrielle, filling the girl up with her creamy load, a symptom of her ecstasy.

Padma's eruption set off a chain reaction. Parvati came soon after, her eyes flying open, as her cock was blanketed by her twin's sticky load. The fierce throbbing and warm encasing of cum pushing Parvati over the edge into bliss. She moaned into Gabrielle's mouth as her body shuddered beneath the smaller figure.

Gabrielle herself came soon after. The feeling of two loads being spurted deep in her ass triggered her own load to be pumped up from her balls, out of her dick, and all over Parvati's and her own stomach. The strange sensation of her ass trying to contract but being prohibited from doing so by the dual-dick obstruction in her ass, only added to the gratification. "Ah, mon Dieu!" she squealed, pulling her lips from Parvati's, before slumping forward, her head in the crook of Parvati's neck, in a daze.

Padma retreated from Gabrielle's ass, causing cum to gush out of the gaped entrance as she did so. Then she crawled up the bed and lay on her side facing Gabrielle and her sister. "You did so well my petit Cherie," she whispered softly in Gabrielle's ear.

By this point Parvati had softened and her cock had fallen from Gabrielle's ass in the process. Parvati gently moved out from underneath the dazed blonde and mirrored her sister's position. The two twins then started peppering Gabrielle's face, neck and shoulders with gentle kisses and sweet caresses.

She stirred at their tender touches and her eyes fluttered open. Her mischievous blue eyes, caught Parvati's deep brown ones first, and the French witch turned towards her and kissed her, a silent thank you shouted with her lips. She then rolled onto her other side and did the same with Padma. "Was I too harsh?" Padma asked.

"Non," Gabrielle shook her head. "It was perfect," she reassured the Ravenclaw, her blue eyes clearly showing that she was telling the truth.

Having now fully recovered from her haze, Gabrielle kissed her way down Padma's body, her cerulean gaze never leaving Padma's own chocolatey stare. Once she reached Padma's spent cock, she grasped it and gently eased the foreskin back, thus revealing the head in all its glory. Gabrielle gently licked at it, cleaning up all of the remnant cum, able to taste not only Parvati's cum too, but also her own ass. Padma groaned as little bolts of pleasure shot through her body, like pinpricks of bliss.

Once Padma was cleaned to Gabrielle's satisfaction she scampered across the mattress to Parvati and repeated the process. Cleansing Parvati required a bit more work, as she also had rivers of cum that had poured from Gabrielle's ass when the twins had pulled out, caked on her cock, balls and lower stomach. Not to mention some of Gabrielle's own cum on her tummy. But Gabrielle eagerly got to work. "We have our own little cleaner," Padma laughed.

"This is the best spring-clean ever," Parvati joked.

"Come here," Padma ushered Gabrielle over once she was done. Gabrielle crawled over to the girl lying on her side and the two kissed, Gabrielle still on her hands and knees. "Parvati, go and clean Gabrielle's hole for her," she ordered her sister. Parvati did not even question it, getting up and moving behind Gabrielle. She admired the sight with some wonder before diving in. Gabrielle's ass had not yet returned to anywhere near regular size, it was still gaped wide open, and Parvati could see the remaining cum inside of the cavernous entrance.

"You're such a good little pet," Padma murmured to the girl as they kissed, one hand also stroking her hair. "I wish I could keep you."

"We will do zis again sometime," Gabrielle said confidently.

"I hope so, maybe we can fit a third cock back there," Padma said, thinking of Ron. Gabrielle groaned loudly at both the thought and Parvati's invading fingers, as she used her digits to help scoop up some of the cum that was deep in Gabrielle's ass. "You like that thought?"

"I like a challenge," Gabrielle replied with a smile.

"I'm sure I can think of some creative challenges," Padma said, as Parvati lay on her side, next to Gabrielle and offered her fingers to the two girls. They both immediately took one into their mouth, enjoying the blend of all of their flavours. "Tasty," Padma commented, eliciting a girly giggle from Gabrielle, who lay down on her back between the two twins.

"How late will we be?" Parvati asked.

"Who cares, I'll take the detention for this," Padma said.

"Agreed," Parvati said.

Needless to say, the twins were in fact ten minutes late to their first lessons of the day. But for them it had definitely been worth it. Round Two had been almost as satisfying as the first round.

Almost.

---

"Hey," Ginny greeted Harry casually as he entered the Room of Requirement. "You got them down?"

"Yeah, Hermione's been on me all week, I couldn't go a minute without having her nagging me to go over them again," Harry sighed as he gave his girlfriend a kiss.

"Probably a good thing though."

"Yeah, it certainly worked," Harry admitted.

"Shall we head down then?" Ginny asked.

"Let's," Harry agreed. The two had decided to meet in the Room of Requirement first before heading down to where their little festival of debauchery was meant to occur. Arriving in pairs or singles would make everything a lot less suspicious.

"Who are you most looking forward to seeing together?" Ginny asked as they descended the first staircase on their winding route.

"You and Hermione," Harry admitted.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I want to see which of the two most domineering witches I know will give way," he smirked.

"Maybe we won't fuck each other and we'll just share you," Ginny teased.

Harry groaned at the thought. "It's hard to walk when you say things like that."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure that by the end of the night you won't be able to walk," she promised.

"I hope so," Harry said. "What about Ron?" Harry asked after a moment of silence. Ron had been a topic that neither of them had yet broached but both had been thinking about and aware that the other also had.

Ron was, to both of them, somewhat off limits. For Harry, doing anything with Ron would be expanding the boundaries of his sexuality in a manner he had not yet seriously considered (he had pushed Cedric's offer to the back of his mind). He had no issue having sex with other wizards present, or even sharing a witch with another wizard, but actually fucking another wizard might be a step too far for him. Equally, Ginny, though aware of its commonality in the wizarding world, had not yet engaged in incest. Thus, Ron would be a major river to cross.

"I think we both just go in open minded and do what feels right in the moment," Ginny said measuredly.

"I agree," said Harry. "I just want you to know that I'm totally ok if you do something, like it's a bit weird, and maybe it'll be a tad awkward for a while, but I don't mind. I won't judge you or anything," he reassured.

"Noted," Ginny replied. "I also won't pressure you into doing anything, but to be honest, I think it'd be kinda hot to hear him moan as you take him from behind," Ginny elucidated. Harry was both slightly put-off and aroused at that mental image.

"Noted," Harry mirrored.

"Let's just go with the flow," Ginny suggested.

"Yes, the magical flow," Harry joked.

"That was awful," Ginny said, unable to stop the smile that spread across her face. "You really should be punished for saying such a thing," she added.

"Yeah, and how would you punish me?"

"A firm spanking would do," Ginny giggled. "Turn that tight ass nice and red," by this point Harry was very much hard.

"I'm going to struggle to make it at this rate," he warned.

"Having had no sex for three days I am fucking bursting!" Ginny exclaimed, slightly too loudly. Her exasperation echoed through the mostly empty corridors.

"Map time," Harry said getting the Marauder's Map out. "I hope no one gets stopped."

---

Everyone managed to make it to the designated meeting place, not far from the Black Lake, without too much hassle. Hermione arrived first, naturally, a bundle of anxious energy as she always was before any one of their plans. Then Harry and Ginny arrived, and Fleur arrived soon after, greeting all of them with a more-than-friendly kiss and complaining of the cold. Luna wandered over to them next and got an appreciative eye-over from Fleur. Before the apprehensive pair of Katie and Ron arrived, having happened to bump into each other on the way down.

"I wasn't sure if you'd come," Harry said to Katie as she joined the group.

"I was unsure myself," Katie said. "But Leanne is cool with it, excited for me, even. Plus, I can't say no to a good orgy," she admitted.

"That iz the spirit," Fleur smiled, her accent already beginning to fluctuate.

"Ok," Hermione started, catching everyone's attention. "We all need to strip, and then I will draw the circle and use some of the charms in the book for warmth and privacy and so forth. And then we all need to sit in a circle and hold hands, Harry will do his bit and then he needs to cum first," she laid out.

"Sounds good," Harry said, everyone nodded in agreement, except Luna who was elsewhere, but had already started to strip.

It was undoubtedly slightly awkward as the seven of them all removed their clothing whilst trying to make small talk as they shot subtle glances at each other's increasingly naked bodies. All of them were slightly apprehensive but to varying degrees. Ron and Katie were the most nervous and this was evident to everyone present with mind to look. Katie was mostly nervous because she had fucked the fewest people present, and did not know anyone else particularly well. In fact, Luna and Fleur were effectively strangers to her, she knew of them but had never even had a conversation with them. Yet, she was now completely naked before them, and they before her. It was certainly something to be nervous about.

Ron was as worried about Harry and Ginny as they had been about him. He knew it was stupid to get hung up on the fact that Harry was a guy, given they had the same parts and all, but it was still different. If Ron had been clued in to muggle discussions about sexuality, he would have noted the importance of secondary sexual characteristics in sexual attraction, but he was not, thus all he could say to justify the fact that he felt it was different was simply by saying just that. As for Ginny, he was in a very similar position to her. He was aware of the high rate of incest amongst magical folk, but had not yet experienced any himself, though of course he had witnessed it in the form of the Patil twins. Thus, he was slightly anxious about Ginny, as though it was accepted amongst the group, Ron was still aware of this invisible line. And he was not sure how crossing it would affect their relationship going forward. But much like Harry and Ginny, he had come to the conclusion that he would simply 'see what happened'. But this unknown caused his nerves.

Harry and Ginny were of course nervous about Ron, but Harry was also nervous about his important role in the whole affair. He had to not only get the incantations correct, but he was also going to be the centre of attention. He had to cum first and last, the event began and ended with him. Not exactly shirking the limelight, as was his preferred mode of acting in the world. But fate seemed to be intent on pushing him straight into it. And he would just have to accept it, amor fati, and all.

Hermione too was nervous, but more about things going wrong than the sex. She was concerned that the whole thing would not work at all, or that the privacy charms would somehow fail and they would be rudely interrupted. She was more eagerly anticipating the prospect of sex with Katie and Ginny, neither of whom she had yet to indulge in. But the nerves, in typical Hermione fashion, were far more about the success of the plan as a whole, as opposed to one specific part of the plan, even if it was the most important part.

The two blonde witches were the least nervy. Fleur because she had an unnerving confidence about her body and sexuality, it somewhat came with the territory of being a Veela. Sex came easy, relationships not so much. Thus, any nerves she did have were more about Hermione. As much as the group in general had become less concerned about Hermione, as she had seemed pretty stable since the Lavender debacle, the details of which no one except Lavender and Hermione knew, Fleur was still somewhat worried, especially around sex, which was the trigger in the first place, though obviously there was a big difference between the abuse she received at the hands of Pansy and what she was about to engage in. Regardless, the two could become linked in one's mind in the aftermath of trauma, and Fleur was conscious of this fact.

Luna on the other hand was not nervous at all. For she was never nervous about anything. She did not see the point in it. The future was a determinate indeterminacy, so why worry. Plan yes, prepare yes, but do not worry. The peculiarities and ever-swirling happenings of time are out of reach, beyond our realm of understanding, so worrying was fruitless. And Luna loved fruit.

Having stripped, everyone dumped their clothing outside of what would become 'the circle', because Hermione claimed that they might "interfere with the magic." As they were all settling down onto the cold grass, freezing as the end of winter chill bit into their now exposed bodies, Hermione began to mutter to herself, waving her wand and moving in a circular clockwise fashion.

After about a minute she was done. Nothing was visibly different from inside the circle. And to the outside there was nothing at all visible. But everyone inside could instantly feel the difference that the heating charm made, as the air around them warmed up considerably until it was a pleasant room temperature. Everyone's pride had been restored.

"Ready, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Erm, yes," Harry replied, his tone betraying his lack of confidence.

"You'll do perfect," Ginny whispered encouragingly.

"Everyone, take each other's hand," Hermione instructed. Harry grasped Hermione's hand, who also took Fleur's hand who in turn had taken Ron's hand, who had Katie's wrapped around his, who held onto Luna's delicate fingers, whose hand was in Ginny's who had already taken Harry's hand into her own; gently rubbing the back of it with her thumb.

And then Harry began. The incantations were in a mix of Latin, French and medieval Saxon, which is what had proved difficult from Harry's point of view. He could of course have simply read it from the book, but Hermione insisted that he not need the book, thus forcing him to learn them by heart.

Everyone sat in total silence, eyes on Harry as he regurgitated all that he memorised. Then he finished. And nothing happened.

"Is something meant to happen?" Ron asked, eyes flicked from Harry to a pensive Hermione.

"Maybe-" Hermione was about to start providing some of explanation, but then the atmosphere changed. There was a humming in the winter air, a low throbbing. This energy that seemed to rise up from the ground itself wrapped itself around each individual, snaking between their connected hands, until they were all enjoined in this ethereal magic. And then it washed away, but the effects had occurred.

Everyone was erect. Their cocks all sat tall and proud between their legs. But even more importantly everyone was now very much ready. The awkwardness and apprehension had faded away with the magic. The Apollonian order of society, with its rules and constructed norms had crumbled in their minds, replaced by a free and wild Dionysian will to chaos. In this case the chaos was in the chthonian, the underworld of broiling sexuality and violently lustful desires. But that underworld was now very much present in the real, at least in the small section of the real, as marked out so judiciously by Hermione.

"Harry has to cum first and last," Hermione reminded everyone for about the fifth time. Ginny had already started on that task, enthusiastically bobbing her head up and down his cock. Hermione decided to join her friend, given it was her who had pushed Harry to take the role in the first place. The two girls swapped in and out, she who was not sucking on his cock, would go lower and work on his balls. Harry decided in that moment, that the whole 'leader' thing was not too bad.

Of course, the fact that Harry had to cum first hardly precluded the others from engaging in lusty acts, so long as they did not cum. Thus, Fleur had turned to Ron and almost tackled him in a searing kiss; whilst Luna had decided to explore Katie's body. Katie's grooming, or lack thereof had not gone unnoticed by all others present, and they were all intrigued by this hint of exoticism. But Luna was most intrigued by all, for reasons that only Luna could answer.

Luna swiftly climbed into the girl's lap and began kissing Katie gently. Katie responded in kind and deepened the kiss, opening her mouth to allow Luna's tongue entry. "You know we haven't spoken before," Katie pointed out.

"Oh, how rude," Luna said. "I'm Luna Lovegood, and I'd very much like to indulge in your body," she said dreamily.

"I'm Katie Bell, and I'm open to your wants," she grinned back, already liking the strange Ravenclaw.

"Perfect," Luna said happily, before resuming their kiss. Luna put her weight on Katie, encouraging the girl to lie down. She did so, with Luna still attached to her lips. But then Luna broke the kiss and began making her way down Katie's body. She kissed down her neck and to her breasts, treating each one with care. "Would you mind?" Luna asked, nudging Katie's elbows.

"Of course not," Katie obliged, lifting her arms above her head, thus exposing her hairy armpits for Luna's appraisal. The queer blonde examined them as if she was a scientist, running her fingers through the hair, before kissing and licking at it. Katie moaned as Luna explored the intricacies of her body. She liked having unshaven pits and Leanne really liked them, but it was always nice to see and feel the approval of others over the aesthetic choice.

Concurrently, there were two blowjobs being given. Fleur had already taken charge with Ron and the redhead was contentedly worshipping at the altar of Fleur's meat. And Hermione and Ginny were still persevering with Harry, who was almost there. "I'm gonna cum," he announced, causing Ginny to take him all the way into her throat, and Hermione to suck harder on his balls. "Fuck!" he cried as his orgasm hit. Hermione could feel his balls pulse in her mouth, as Ginny could his shaft. And then Ginny felt the back of her throat get coated in his cum. "Fuck, you two are amazing," Harry praised as his orgasmic high receded.

Ginny and Hermione giggled before passionately kissing. Harry simply watched in fascination, his spent cock, already stirring back to life, buoyed by both the ambient magic and the sapphic sight before him. He had not been lying to Ginny earlier when he had said that this was what he was most looking forward to seeing, for two reasons; one, it was fucking hot; two, as he had said earlier, it would be interesting for him to see who would top.

At that moment, Hermione was on top, having pushed Ginny to the ground and climbed on top of her, their bodes grinding together as they snogged. "Harry said this was what he was looking forward to most," Ginny informed Hermione.

"Really?" Hermione asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"He wants to see who's gonna end up on top," Ginny expounded.

"I think we both know the answer to that," Hermione whispered gently into Ginny's ear.

"Do we really?" Ginny questioned defiantly.

"Yes," Hermione confirmed. "All I need to do is whisper in to your ear that I'm going to spread your legs and resize your ass with my bigger cock and you're going to lie there and love it," Hermione said. Ginny gulped at the image, unconsciously clenching her ass at the thought. "But then maybe we can swap around," Hermione conceded.

"I think that's an amicable solution," Ginny concurred.

"But I do get first dibs," Hermione clarified.

"Take me," Ginny pleaded.

"Harry come over here and suck my cock," Hermione ordered, sitting back on her haunches, her ass on her heels. Harry quickly moved over and took Hermione's monster into his mouth with no hesitation. "He's so well trained," Hermione complimented.

"Very complaint," Ginny laughed. Harry blushed at being talked about whilst he was right there. "A perfect cocksucker," she added.

"He's certainly very good," Hermione agreed. "I reckon that's enough," Hermione said after about a minute of Harry's attentive preparation. Hermione turned back to Ginny, who had spread her legs high and wide as she watched her boyfriend suck off her friend. "Ready?" Hermione checked, as she prodded her cock at Ginny's hole.

"Fuck me," Ginny encouraged.

The strange magic that had encompassed them earlier had done the very practical thing of lubricating each one of their back passages, and thus with Harry's saliva too, Hermione's cock slid easily into Ginny's ass, which was slick and tight. "You feel so good," Hermione groaned.

"Why didn't we do this sooner?" Ginny lamented.

"Good things come to those that wait," Hermione said, as her balls came to rest against Ginny's ass. Hermione leaned forward and captured Ginny's lips as she began to pull back out.

Harry had simply been watching the scene and idly stroking his cock, but a pleasured cry from Katie broke his concentration, so he decided to go over and investigate. He shuffled over to the couple, Katie was on her back, Luna was humming to herself as she played with Katie's stick. "I see you've discovered Luna's particular talents," Harry chuckled as he leaned over Katie and gave her a kiss.

"She's amazing," Katie enthused.

"Wait till you feel her ass," Harry said. "Speaking of, how about we spitroast her," he suggested.

"I like your thinking Mr. Potter," Katie readily agreed. Katie pulled Luna's head off of her cock and then manoeuvred herself into a kneeling position, allowing Luna to then resume doing as she was. Meanwhile Harry had moved behind the spacy blonde, and positioned himself at her entrance.

"So good," he groaned as he slipped inside of Luna. "You always feel so good," he complimented her.

"Thank you, Harry!" Luna beamed back. For Luna the feeling was very much mutual.

"Fucking hell, Luna!" Katie exclaimed as Luna swallowed her entire length, her nose pressing into the thick nest of hairs above her cock. Luna choked herself on Katie's length as Harry began to properly thrust into her from behind. "Tag teaming is so fun," Katie commented.

"Must be different for you, not being the one getting tag teamed for once," Harry replied.

"True," Katie smiled, thinking about how much Angelina and Alicia would love the chance to be in her position at that moment. "But we do spend a lot of time tagging the twins," she pointed out.

"Speaking of which," Harry said dryly, as Ron's pleasured moans cut across their conversation.

Ron's moans were a product of him energetically bouncing up and down on Fleur's thick shaft. Her accented taunting also carried across the warded circle.

"I'm certainly looking forward to sampling more Weasley," Katie admitted. "Both of them," she added, shooting a glance over to her left, where Ginny was squealing and moaning as Hermione ploughed into her.

"That is a hot sight," Harry said, peering over his shoulder at his girlfriend and best friend passionately fucking.

"Wanna swap so you can watch it easier?" Katie offered.

"I think you may have an ulterior motive, Bell," Harry grinned.

"It's not an entirely altruistic act," she admitted, with a smirk. "But then what is?"

"You have yourself a deal, Bell," Harry said, slipping out of Luna's ass and giving her a parting spank. Luna whined at the sudden absence of his length, but then wiggled her ass excitedly as she realised what they were up to. Harry and Katie snogged on their journey to their new places, before reaching their destination. Katie wasted no time and quickly slammed her cock into Luna. The blonde squealed joyously as Katie's thickness stretched her more than Harry's had. "You like that don't you?" Harry teased Luna. "You love being a good little moon-slut," Luna shivered in delight at Harry's nickname for her. There was something about it, both the affection with which he said it, but also the humiliation inherent therein. "And now you want to taste your ass on my dick, don't you?" Harry said in a condescending tone, smacking his cock on Luna's upturned face a few times. Luna nodded eagerly; mouth open in preparation. "There we go," Harry said as he stuffed her mouth with his shaft. "Good girl."

Harry could see the devotion in Luna's eyes. Ginny and he had discussed Luna's evolving place in their lives, as not simply someone they sometimes played with but something more than that. They had not yet decided what that ought to be, or what they wanted that to be, but he was quickly falling for the sweet blonde, and if her eyes were anything to go by, she was in a similar place.

Harry shook his head free of such thoughts, they were not thoughts for the moment. He looked up and over to his left, to observe the action that he had left Luna's perfect ass to witness. Hermione was pounding down into his girlfriend with some might. The girls' heads were only inches apart, the rutting couple clearly locked-in to some passionate moment. And then Hermione thrust forth one final time, collapsing on top of Ginny as her body shook in clear ecstasy. Harry's cock throbbed as he thought about his girlfriend's ass being flooded with Hermione's load.

"You want this ass now?" Hermione asked Ginny.

"You bet I do," Ginny replied, eager to give Hermione the same treatment she just received.

"How do you want me?" Hermione asked.

"Hands and knees," Ginny said as if the answer was obvious.

"No imagination," Hermione faux chastised.

"It's the best position for a reason," Ginny shrugged. "I want to tug on that sexy mane of yours as I fuck you," she reasoned.

"Fuck," Hermione muttered at the thought. She was obviously not a very submissive person by nature, but another naturally dominant witch could certainly bring that small part of her out.

Hermione got into position on her hands and knees, giving her a good view of Ron's bouncing ass directly ahead of her, and Luna being spitroasted over to her left. She made eye contact with Harry, shooting him a sultry smirk. She could sense his arousal from a few metres away. Though the way he roughly slammed his hips against Luna's face somewhat gave that away. "I think your boyfriend is enjoying this sight," Hermione commented to Ginny.

"We're two sexy witches fucking, which wizard wouldn't?" Ginny said confidently as she pressed her shaft into Hermione's ass. "You're so tight," Ginny groaned, unsurprised at that fact, but also unable to contain her pleasure at it.

Ginny's advance was slower than when they had been in the reverse, mainly due to Hermione's ass being less used, but the lubrication from the coven's magic, plus Ginny's liberal application of saliva was doing the trick. Thus, it was not too long before Ginny found herself all the way inside of Hermione. Upon being completely immersed inside Hermione's tight warmth, her balls resting against her round cheeks, Ginny did as she had promised and grabbed Hermione's famously bushy hair with one hand, wrapping it around her fist. "I'm going to enjoy this," she said with a feral grin on her face.

"I think I will too," Hermione echoed, letting out a moan as Ginny began shifting her cock inside of her. "I definitely will," she gasped out as Ginny slammed her hips forward, reburying her thick shaft inside of Hermione.

The witches' bodies repeatedly met and unmet, the slapping of their skin, adding to the cacophonous sounds of sex that had by now filled the air inside of their isolated circle of reality. Ron and Fleur were the loudest, drawing Harry and Katie's attention.

Ron cried out loudly as he came, his cock pulsing and covering Fleur's stomach and breasts in his gooey load. His head rolled back and he looked up to the stars as his orgasm took brief control of his body.

Fleur had managed, just about, to stave off her own orgasm, and simply lay back and enjoyed the lovely feeling of a tight ass squeezing and releasing her cock. "Anozer good performance, Ron," she complimented."

"Thanks," Ron blushed, still amazed, though it was their second time having sex, that he was in fact having sex with a Veela. Ron lifted himself off of Fleur's cock, an action that unintentionally caused an orgasmic chain reaction.

The sight of Ron's gaped hole caused Harry to lick his lips in lustful anticipation; he wanted to be inside of that before the night ended. But even more dramatically, the sight caused Katie to finally erupt inside of Luna, which in turn triggered Luna's own orgasm and she came around Katie's pulsing cock, mewling into Harry's lower stomach, his own cock still firmly in her throat. "That was quite the chain reaction," Harry smirked at the two dazed girls. Katie fell back onto the grass, her cock leaving Luna's ass, followed by trails of her own cum. "Turn around, Luna," Harry instructed the blonde, she did so, his cock now free of her mouth. Harry bent down to Luna's level and buried his face in her ass cleaning up Katie's cum.

Hermione grinned evilly as she was being fucked, a plan forming in her mind. "Your boyfriend is now licking Katie's oozing cum out of Luna's cute ass," she described to Ginny. "And your brother is showing off his resized, slutty hole to everyone," she continued, squeezing her ass down hard on Ginny's cock.

The redhead threw her head back and screamed. "You fucking bitch!" she had hoped to hold on for longer, very much enjoying the experience of fucking Hermione, but the girl's graphic account of their immediate surroundings had pushed her over the edge, not to mention the bookworm's ridiculously tight ass.

"Was it the description of your boyfriend or your brother that caused that?" Hermione teased as she turned around to face the panting girl.

"Shut up you," Ginny laughed back, the two kissing as they joked together.

"I think everyone's cum once now except Fleur," Hermione reported.

"Speak of the devil," Ginny said as Fleur loomed over the kneeling girls.

"Ginny?" Fleur asked, the content of her question very clear.

"I did promise," Ginny conceded.

Fleur kneeled down next to the girls and the three engaged in a passionate three-way kiss. Their tongues battling together, their lips moving from one girl to the next. "I shall be back in a jiff," Hermione said, scurrying away over to Harry, leaving the two girls to it. "How are we over here?" Hermione asked Harry.

"Dandy," Harry replied, licking the last of Katie's cum, and Luna's ass juices, from his lips.

"You certainly look it," Hermione smirked as Harry stood up in front of her. Harry gave her a wide grin as the two moved closer together. Hermione cupped Harry's cheek and swooped in for the kiss. Hermione flicked her tongue out over Harry's lips, gathering up the little buds of Katie's taste that still lingered.

"How did you enjoy my girlfriend?" Harry asked.

"She's so fucking hot, giving and receiving," Hermione enthused. "Thank you for loaning her out."

"My pleasure," Harry smiled. "It looks like Fleur agrees with your assessment," Harry commented, looking past Hermione as his girlfriend got railed by the French witch, her breasts bounced as Fleur slammed into her behind, as did her cock which had re-hardened and now flopped about beneath her.

"Want to join her?" Hermione smirked.

"Definitely," Harry agreed. Hermione took Harry's hand and led him over to where Ginny and Fleur were fucking. She pushed him down onto his knees and presented him with her cock. Harry eagerly got to it, slathering her shaft in his spit.

Hermione placed a gentle hand on Harry's head and guided him back and forth on her cock. Ginny and Fleur were both staring hungrily at the sight. "Good boy," Hermione cooed as if to a dog. Harry glared up at her at the condescension which only made Hermione giggled to herself.

"He l-l-loves it r-r-really," Ginny managed to get out in between Fleur's thrusts.

"He'll love what's coming next even more," Hermione promised, pulling Harry off of her cock and allowing him to bend over in front of Ginny. Hermione crouched down behind Harry until her dick was level with his hole. She smacked her cock against his cheeks a couple times, making a thick slapping sound. And then she proceeded.

"You look s-s-so hot getting f-f-f-fucked," Ginny grinned at Harry, their faces only inches apart.

"I could… say the same a-a-about you," Harry gasped out as Hermione's snake slithered its way into his depths.

"This is t-t-the most r-r-romantic date y-y-you've taken me on," Ginny joked.

"Shut up," Harry smiled back, craning his neck that little bit further forward and kissing his girlfriend.

As Hermione was getting into a rhythm and Fleur was nearing her first orgasm, Ron, Luna and Katie were becoming entangled. Luna had moved over to Ron and the two had started to heavily pet each other as they recovered. With the aid of the magic they soon did, and before long Ron and Luna were lying on their sides, him inside of her, thrusting away. But it was not long until Katie wanted to join in. "I've been looking forward to trying some new Weasley ass," Katie said as she positioned herself behind Ron, also on her side. "Don't mind me," she said, holding Ron still for a few seconds as she herself slipped inside of him.

Once she had, they formed a sort of chain of spoons, with Ron as a sandwich filling in between, both fucking and being fucked. It was a unique sensation but a very welcome one for Ron. With every thrust forward Luna's hungry ass gripped him hard and with every thrust back Katie's thick, militant shaft, sought to reconquer his own ass. Luckily for Ron, in fact luckily for all three of them, they had just cum and thus they all had a certain lasting power. The same could not be said of Fleur.

"Merde, merde, merde!" Fleur shouted as her being was flooded with pleasure. "Perenelle's tits!" she added for good measure as Ginny's ass squeezed all of the cum from her balls. Fleur staggered back as her orgasm ebbed away, releasing Ginny, who excitedly, shifted to a kneeling position and placed her cock in Harry's face. He looked up at her as he opened wide and began orally working on another dick.

"You really do love sucking cock," Ginny laughed.

"He's really good at it too," Hermione added. "But his ass is phenomenal," she complimented, slamming into him once again. His ass was not quite as tight as the first time she had fucked it, but it was still an incredible feeling, to drive herself into him. She adored his little moans, muffled as they were by Ginny's cock, the sight of which, excited Hermione even more.

Behind Hermione, Ron was losing it, being sandwiched between a thick cock and a tight ass, drawing him closer to his second orgasm of the event. He was not alone in this regard, Hermione herself was being rapidly brought to the edge by Harry's ass, and he was by her cock. But it was Ron who succumbed first.

"Oh, Merlin!" he groaned as he buried himself into Luna one final time, adding his load to some of Katie's that was still leftover despite Harry's best effort. Taking the initiative in realising that Ron would not be thrusting backwards, Katie herself rammed her cock forward and into Ron as he was mid-orgasm. This prolonged his period of bliss, sending him into another spiral of pleasure. "Ahhhhhh!" he cried gutturally, his toes curling in the grass, one of his hands squeezing down on one of Luna's budding breasts.

"Didn't last long did you, Weasley?" Katie teased in his ear.

Ron blushed obscenely. "If anything, it's your fault, for shoving that massive thing up my ass," he justified.

"Is that a complaint?"

"Certainly not," Ron was quick to clarify. "You can shove it in me anytime," he invited, somewhat dangerously.

"Noted," Katie smirked. "I think it's time to join the others," Katie announced, pulling herself from Ron and getting up. Luna followed, also detaching herself from Ron and standing up. The two wandered over, hand-in-hand, to where Hermione was still devotedly fucking Harry's ass, leaving Ron dazed on the floor. "Looks like Harry's getting the full treatment," Katie mused, idly stroking her cock as she stood next to Hermione. Meanwhile, Luna had decided to join Ginny in feeding Harry cock. "How about we run a train on him?" Katie asked.

Hermione had not heard the phrase before, but managed to deduct its meaning from the colourful image it painted in her head. "Fleur?" Hermione called.

"Oui," came the reply from the grass.

"You ready for your second round yet?" she asked.

"If eet means fucking 'Arry then yes," Fleur replied, getting up off the floor and moving over to the other side of Hermione than Katie. "We 'ave not properly met," Fleur said to Katie. And before the English witch knew it the French witch had grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a passionate kiss.

"That's some greeting," Katie panted once Fleur released her.

"Eet iz 'ow I like to greet all my friends," Fleur smirked flirtatiously.

"I can't wait to get even closer then," Katie replied, continuing Fleur's flirty tone.

"I am sure I will be az close to you az I can be very soon," Fleur predicted. Katie simply gulped under Fleur's penetratingly licentious gaze.

"Christ, I was close!" Hermione exclaimed as she pulled herself back, both from Harry's ass and from the precipice of her second orgasm.

"Go ahead, mademoiselle," Fleur gestured to Katie at the unspoken question that the chaser had asked. Katie replicated Hermione's position and quickly drove herself into Harry's already widened ass.

"You're such a slut aren't you Harry?" Katie goaded as her cock slid into Harry's ass with virtually no resistance.

"I've seen you take two cocks in your ass at once!" Harry shot back, taking a brief break from sucking Ginny and Luna.

"What iz this?" Fleur asked instantly. Katie just blushed.

"You're getting it for that," Katie growled, smacking Harry's ass repeatedly as she forcefully pounded into him.

"A witch scorned and all that," Hermione laughed as she observed Katie furiously fucking Harry.

Having already been inside of Ron's ass since she last came, being inside of Harry brought Katie into a similar position to Hermione, so consequently, she too pulled out in time to stave off her impending orgasm. Allowing Fleur to gleefully take over.

"I 'ave been waiting for zis," Fleur admitted as she too slipped inside of Harry with no resistance. "My petite sœur will be so jealous," she said as she picked up where Katie left off.

Harry himself was in a strange sort of heaven. He had five girls all around him. He was the focal point of their attention. Although he was 'being used' by them, he was perfectly happy with that role. Ginny and Luna's cocks were delicious to have in his mouth, Ginny's size was challenging, Luna's was an adorable ease. And being shared between the three witches behind him, like some toy, was an incredible turn-on in of itself, without adding the sensational pleasures that came with having three large cocks repeatedly plunder his ass.

However, it took until Hermione's third go for him to cum. Hermione roared out an exclamation of pleasure; "Oh my fucking god!" as she herself exploded into Harry's ass. The particularly sharp final few thrusts that Hermione delivered, in addition to feeling her cock throb wildly inside of him pushed Harry over the edge into his second orgasm. He moaned and groaned around both Ginny and Luna's cocks, the pair having decided that he was not being orally challenged enough for their liking. He let out several highly potent shots of cum straight into the grass beneath him, his dangling cock spraying wildly. "So good," Hermione puffed as she pulled her mammoth length from Harry's ruined ass.

"I zink it iz time for you and I to get closer," Fleur told Katie.

"I like your thinking," Katie smiled back.

"So, get on your knees," Fleur ordered. Katie obeyed, quickly dropping to her knees and taking Fleur into her mouth.

"That looks fun," Luna murmured to no-one in particular. Ginny and Luna were now not being serviced by Harry on account of him lying prone on the floor, Hermione's cum dribbling from his ass. Thus, Luna and Ginny made their way over to Fleur and joined in with Katie. Ginny decided to go behind the Veela and work her tongue into the Frenchwoman's ass, whilst Luna sidled up to Katie and decided to treat Fleur's balls to a bath.

"Mmmmm," Fleur moaned loudly. "Zis iz every French witch's dream," she vocalised. "Being worshipped by a 'arem of English sluts," no one protested the statement, partly because it was true and partly because their mouths were occupied. Katie was gagging around Fleur's ten inches of girlcock, having managed to take all of her, mainly due to her experience with Angelina. Luna was chirpily humming away around Fleur's shaved balls, as Ginny fully committed to tonguing Fleur's perfect ass.

Ron, now hard again, decided it was time to return to the action. Thus, he approached Fleur, any nerves he would normally have around the beautiful blonde gone, mainly on account of them having fucked twice. "Back for more, monsieur?" Fleur asked amusedly.

"Oui," Ron replied dryly. Fleur giggled at Ron and the two embraced for a kiss, which turned into a French kiss, 'how appropriate,' Ron thought. Which then turned into Ron eagerly slobbering on Fleur's firm breasts.

Pretty much every outward erogenous zone on Fleur's body was being stimulated by a skilled mouth, and she was, understandably, loving it. "Oh, Flamel!" she moaned throatily as Ron nipped at one of her nipples just as Ginny's tongue flicked particularly far into her ass. The combination of the two Weasley's gave Fleur a devilish idea. Fleur tilted her head down slightly so that her mouth was by Ron's ear and whispered; "I zink Ginny might like your company."

Ron detached his mouth from Fleur's breasts and took a half step back, shooting her a serious look. "Do not worry," Fleur reassured him, still whispering. "She will love eet and no one 'ere iz judging," she bolstered him. Ron nodded silently, decided on his course of action.

He kissed Fleur again, before moving behind her. Ginny was concentrating on the intricacies of Fleur's back passage and thus did not note Ron's proximal presence until his tongue joined alongside hers. She glanced to her right to see who had joined her, and their identity gave her pause. She stopped moving for a moment, processing the development, but then decided to do as she had preached earlier and simply 'go with the flow'.

She resumed her tonguing of Fleur alongside her brother, but their allied effort soon turned from rimming to simply kissing. "Being a good kisser is clearly in the family," Ginny humorously noted.

"Seems so," Ron said. "It's a little bit weird isn't it," he stated.

"It is a bit, but that's natural I suppose," Ginny replied. "It will become more normal the more we do it," she hypothesised.

"Might as well get on with it then," Ron cracked a cheeky grin. Ginny responded by passionately kissing him. Their hands explored each other's bodies as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Ron was quick to ease Ginny backwards until she was lying on the ground and then begin to kiss down her nubile body. Ohhhh," Ginny moaned as Ron's mouth latched on to a nipple.

Fleur smirked as she heard the sounds of kissing and moaning from behind her. Her ploy had been a success, not that she had had to do much. She had only provided the final push, they, and the surrounding magic, had done the rest.

But the magic only did so much. It could not, for example, push Ron to so wantonly deepthroat his sister as he was so doing. "Ohhhh, Ron," Ginny squirmed as her brother's accomplished mouth gave a virtuoso performance of oral pleasure. His tongue, lips, mouth and throat all worked in tandem to work over every inch of his sister's sizeable wand. The fact that she was as big as she was, now only pleased him, whereas a few months ago it would have triggered resentful envy within him. Presently, however, he was grateful for her imperious size, for he was becoming somewhat of a 'size queen', to use a muggle expression. Though, he would hardly discount smaller cocks, he had noted how appetising Luna's looked on her petite frame.

Skilfully, Ron worshipped his sister's cock. He, after some exertion of labour, managed to cram her entire ten inches into his mouth. But he took the more holistic approach to fellatio, making certain that he did not neglect her balls, or her tip. Both of which were sucked on with a combination of gentleness and harshness. Ron's methodology worked effectively, drawing gasps and moans from Ginny's mouth, her body on a physical edge from being so creatively manipulated. "You've definitely had some practice," Ginny said in a strained voice as another tremble of pleasure travelled up her spine.

The incestuous scene drew the eye of both Harry and Hermione who had recovered from their second orgasms of the night. The fundamentally taboo nature of the act, particularly for the muggle raised pair of the group, made it hot by default. Consequently, the centre of their focus was drawn away from the erotic sight of Fleur switching between spearing Katie or Luna on her cock, to the inherently erotic sibling oral. "That's a boundary that I was curious about if they were going to cross tonight," Hermione stated. "But it's not the only one," she added.

"What was the other?" Harry asked for purposes of clarification, for he would have happily bet his Firebolt on what Hermione was referring to.

And he would have won. "You and Ron, y'know…" she said, allowing Harry to finish the sentence for himself.

"Yeah, I know," he replied. "I was just going to go with the flow," Harry parroted Ginny. "I was not planning on being the instigator," he explained.

Hermione sighed. "Why are you boys all so scared of it?" Hermione asked. "It's all the same plumbing!"

"But it is somewhat different," Harry said defensively. "Witches and wizards still look different in some ways, and plus he's my best mate, I don't want to ruin what we have, or make it weird or whatever," he justified.

"On the first point you may have a point," Hermione conceded, to Harry's utter amazement. "But on the second, you are standing next to evidence on the contrary," she said, gesturing to herself.

"Ron's different, you know that," Harry pointed out.

"Harry, I think it would be a very healthy thing for you to do," Hermione said. "I know you want to; I can see it in your face," she argued. "And as we are planning on continuing this little jaunt, I think it would be in both of your best interests, not to mind the rest of the group's," she reasoned.

"If we're going to do this again, then why rush it?" Harry contended.

"Because the longer you leave it, a bigger deal it becomes. It will become almost pathologized and then it will be this bridge, this wall and then…"

"Ok, ok, I didn't understand every word you just said but I got the gist," Harry interrupted.

"So?" Hermione asked expectantly. "Not that I'm pressuring you or anything," she added for good measure.

Harry paused for a moment to think and then he acted. In retrospect he would struggle to pin down why he did what he did next. Was it the magic of the ritual? Hermione's arguments? Or his innate Gryffindor nature? Or perhaps it was simply the inevitable release of repressed homosexual desires. Regardless, Harry acted.

Ginny's eyes widening in surprise was the first clue that Ron had that something out of the ordinary was occurring behind him. And he did not know what that was until he felt a cock at his entrance. Whoever it was did not thrust forward which led Ron to turn around to see what the hold-up was. And that's when it all suddenly made sense.

Harry's emerald irises met Ron's questioning blue ones. And everything between them flashed before them; their first meeting on the train; tackling the mountain troll; the chess match in pursuit of the Philosopher's Stone; Ron's rescue of Harry; flying Arthur's beloved car to Hogwarts; the meeting with Aragog; the search for the Chamber, the Dementor on the train; the confrontation in the Shrieking Shack; the Quidditch World Cup; their argument at the start of the year; the Patils and all of the smaller bits in between; shared jokes; rushed homework and games of Exploding Snap. The very nature of their friendship up to that point was thrown into question with one look. And with one line the Platonism therein was vanquished; "Are you going to put it in then, mate?" Ron asked Harry, as if referring to a tea bag.

Again, Harry answered through action. Ron's hole, having already been well used, was in no need of additional lubrication and thus Harry simply slipped his cock into Ron and pushed all the way in until his hips rested against his best mate's ass.

Ron's moan of pleasure, as Harry's thick length pushed through the depths of his ass, pressing against his prostate en route, was a single low note. One that communicated his deep bliss at the sensations caused by Harry's dick.

"That is the single hottest thing I have ever fucking seen," Ginny declared forthrightly, her nostrils flaring at the scorching hot sight being played out before her dilated pupils.

"Wait till you get into this ass," Harry groaned as he fucked his best friend at a leisurely pace.

"I'm looking forward to it," Ginny said, her amative desires evident in her husky tone. "But for now, I wanna fuck this throat," she asserted, shifting form her lying position into a kneeling one. "You like taking your little sister's cock don't you, big brother?" Ginny said once she was in position and had begun to take control of the blowjob. "What do you like more, slut, your big sister's cock in your throat or your best friend's cock in your ass?" she goaded, knowing that he enjoyed such humiliating words.

Ron did not reply to the degrading provocations; at least not verbally. However, his cock did jerk in response. But he was mainly focused on passively 'taking it'. Harry had mirrored his girlfriend in upping the tempo and ferocity and thus Ron was now very much being spit-roasted. As Ginny's cock left his gullet, Harry's rammed itself into his depths. It was a constant see-sawing of pleasurable sensations. And his contribution, in exchange for said pleasure, was simply to allow himself to be used. To become an object for their pleasures. It was self-objectification in an entirely, in Ron's view anyway, good way.

"I'm gonna have to paint this face," Ginny growled as her orgasm went from creeping slowly up on her, to outright leaping out before her. "Ugh, Morgana's dick!" she let out animalistically as she pulled her cock from Ron's mouth and aimed it at his upturned face. "Ugh, fuck big brother," she snarled as she released her load all over his waiting and upturned face. Some of it landed on his extended tongue and lips, but most plastered his forehead, eyes and nose. "Shit," she panted as her high left her, shaking her cock and flicking some residual cum onto his face in the process. "This is gonna make the summers way more interesting," she smirked.

"As long as we swap roles every now and then," Ron negotiated.

"Deal big brother. But we both know who the actual boss is," she asserted. Ron simply nodded in agreement.

Whilst the Weasley-Potter event had been ongoing, the others had also been, unsurprisingly, indulging in the sordid. Once Hermione had watched and enjoyed the sight of Harry fucking his other best friend, she had joined Fleur in dominating Katie and Luna. Hermione had taken Katie and Fleur had taken Luna, at least initially.

Hermione hammered into Katie's behind with a passionate zeal that an observer would not associate with one who had already cum twice in less than an hour. But Hermione's stamina and physical fortitude was a talent in of itself, as Katie could attest to, as she was plundered for all she was worth by the bookworm.

Simultaneously, Fleur had utilised the size difference between the two girls, by picking up Luna in her arms and fucking her standing. "You remind moi of my leetle sœur," Fleur informed Luna. "She iz also small and enjoys my cock," Fleur expanded.

"I would love to meet a like-minded witch," Luna giggled. "Maybe we could play with each other in front of you," Luna suggested, her mind instantly filling with stories and fantasies, and perhaps a couple of premonitions.

"Merde," Fleur groaned at the images that too flooded her mind, of the two lithe, willowy blondes rolling around naked with each other.

These positions had lasted for some minutes, but eventually Fleur's arms had grown tired of holding Luna's weight, despite her relatively insubstantial mass. Fleur returned Luna back to the ground before making a suggestion she had been thinking about since Harry had mentioned it. "Iz what 'Arry said earlier true, Katie?" Fleur asked.

"Yeeees!" Katie squealed as Hermione swung her hips particularly hard.

"Luna, lie on your back next to Katie," Fleur commanded. Luna did as she was instructed, curious as to where this was going. "Do you mind settling for 'er mouth, 'Ermione?" Fleur queried.

"Not if it's for a good cause," Hermione replied, speeding up so as to end her time in Katie's ass on a high note.

"Zis iz ze best cause," Fleur averred. Hermione pulled out, somewhat reluctantly, of Katie's tight confines and stood up. Katie shuffled over until she was on her hands and knees above Luna. The chaser positioned her ass above Luna's cock and then held it firmly upwards. She settled down upon the smaller shaft, its slighter size easily sliding all the way in to the cavern that Hermione's monster had just left behind.

Katie was fortunate that it had been Hermione who had just fucked her, for then her ass did not have to stretch as much to also take Fleur as it might have. But it certainly did still have to stretch. "Oh, fuck!" Katie cried as the tip of Fleur's cock began to invade. Fleur's flared head stretched the ring of muscle at Katie's entrance in a somewhat painful manner. But she was used to this. She had taken Angelina and Alicia after all, and they were larger than Fleur and Luna in total, in terms of both girth and length. But that did not automatically make Fleur's penetration of Katie painless for the latter. But it certainly gave her courage, because she knew she could take it. And take it she did.

It took a couple of minutes, by this point Ginny was painting Ron's face, but eventually Fleur was not only all the way in, but Katie's ass had also stretched enough to accommodate Fleur's desired movement. "Oh, Morgana," Katie moaned, mostly in pleasure as Fleur's cock began to retreat. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly as Fleur's cock reversed course but twice as quick. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking fuck!" she cried as Fleur began to pick up the pace. The pain was mostly gone, except for the occasional twinge, and instead it was the unique bliss of having two shafts encamped inside of an area used to housing one, that sizzled across her body.

Her exclamations were then brought to a firm halt in the form of Hermione lodging her gargantuan straight into Katie's mouth, turning her screams into muffled moans. "And I thought Luna and Ron were the biggest sluts around," Ginny commented as she sauntered over to the entwined foursome, her twice spent cock swinging freely between her legs.

Katie could only respond to Ginny with a glare, which just made Ginny's smile stretch even wider. "Harry and Ron seem to be enjoying themselves," Hermione commented.

"They took it to it very quickly," Ginny laughed. "Not that that is such a surprise, but fuck it's hot," she opined. "They better not forget any privacy charms or their dormmates are going to have a nasty surprise," Ginny joked.

"Knowing how horny those boys are I bet they'd just join in," Hermione responded.

"Now that would be a sight," Ginny fantasised, her mind crossing to Neville and the evening of fun they had together at, and after, the Yule Ball. Her reminiscing was however cut short by the sweet cries of Luna.

The blonde had held on for as long as she could, but with Katie's ass on one side, Fleur's constantly moving cock on the other and not to mention Katie's perfect breasts in her face, she was always going to lose the battle relatively quickly. So, she came with a few cute yelps of pleasure, as her body shook and trembled beneath Katie's body, her cock firing off her second load of the night inside of Katie.

Predictably, Luna's mewling orgasm triggered Fleur's own. Who herself erupted into Katie not half a minute later, but she announced her orgasm with a tad more volume; "Merde! Zis iz phenomenal!" Fleur exclaimed. "So fucking good, cumming in zis slutty leetle ass!" she cried, adding her own sticky substance to Luna's. Her legs collapsed from beneath her and she fell onto Katie's body, exhaustedly kissing the Gryffindor's sweaty neck.

Katie's neck was trembling too for she herself had cum, only a few seconds after Fleur had. Her screams of joyous ecstasy were muffled by Hermione's shaft, but her pleasure was no less, in fact, if such a thing were precisely measurable, it was more. Having her ass completely stuffed to the brim with not only two cocks, but also four balls worth of ejaculate, not to mention the eleven-inch monster shoving its way into her mouth, was too much for Katie's contrastingly feeble self-restraint to handle. Her body quaked its way through a firestorm of bliss, her cock desperately spewing its contents all over Luna's stomach as her body sought to function in the immediacy but instead simply fell to the anarchic whims of orgasmic pleasure. And then order was restored.

"That looked intense," Ginny noted dryly.

"We can always arrange that for you if you'd like," Hermione jokingly offered.

"I'm alright with one at a time, thanks," Ginny blanched at the idea.

"Everyone's cum twice," Hermione noted to Ginny.

"Been keeping count?" Ginny laughed.

"It's important!" Hermione protested.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Three times and all," Ginny waved away.

"And I have the perfect idea for the grand finale," Hermione announced.

"You have my attention," Ginny replied.

"I am intrigued also," Fleur stated, having regained control of her legs and removed herself off of the top of the pile.

"It better not be me taking three cocks," Katie piped up, as she rolled off Luna.

"It's more to do with Luna," Hermione said.

"Me?" Luna questioned, sitting upright and turning to face Hermione. "Ohhh, I see," she said in understanding, not that anyone had communicated anything to understand. "I'd love to do that," she agreed gleefully, as she scooped Katie's cum off of her stomach and into her mouth.

"You don't even know what I'm going to say!" Hermione exclaimed incredulously.

"You want me to be in the middle of what I think the muggles call a 'blowbang'," Luna shrugged.

"How did you…?"

"Magic," Luna giggled. Ginny simply shrugged at Hermione's disbelieving look.

"What iz zis blowbang?" Fleur asked curiously.

"Well Luna will be in the middle of the circle and will serve all of us with her mouth," Hermione explained.

"I like it," Fleur agreed.

"Won't all of us be a bit much for her? Shouldn't someone join her?" Katie asked.

"I don't mind," Luna said, sitting up on her knees excitedly waiting for the finale to commence.

"I've got a volunteer," Harry announced as Ron and he joined the conversation. Ron simply blushed and looked down at the floor. Harry gave Ron a hard smack on the ass to move him along. Ron took notice and kneeled down next to Luna.

"I'm hard again already," Katie acknowledged as she eyes up the two hungrily.

"I think we should all paint Luna's face," Hermione said as she presented Luna her cock, her hands on her hips.

"Mmmm, I'd love to see her dripping with cum," Ginny agreed as Luna grabbed her cock with one hand.

Fleur, Katie and Harry moved closer in to the circle. Harry stood before Ron and offered his mate his cock, Ron took it without hesitation, moaning wantonly as he tasted his own ass on Harry's length. Katie and Fleur flanked Harry, and Ron used his hands to jerk them off as they waited.

The blowbang quickly dissolved into a random chain of swapping, switching and changing. Hermione would pull back and allow Ginny into Luna's mouth, as Harry would do the same for Katie and she the same for Fleur. And before long the groups combined, with Ginny making way for Katie, and Fleur for Hermione.

In only a couple of minutes Ron and Luna's mouths and chins were caked in saliva as they were repeatedly made to gag on cock after cock. Ron took Harry, then Fleur, then Katie, then Harry again, then Hermione, then Fleur, then Ginny and so on. The same was true for Luna. The two of them became receptacles for cock and nothing more.

Ron enjoyed looking up at the person standing in front of him, as they forcefully pushed their cock down into his throat. He met their eyes and saw pure lust in theirs, where they saw submission in his. It aroused him to know that he was eliciting such a reaction from such attractive people. In a sense it was a major ego boost for him. He had found a place where he thrived, that did not involve chess.

Equally, Luna was engrossed in each of the cocks she had in her mouth and hands. She mapped out each ridge and bump, committed each smell and taste to memory. It was as if she was creating a census of cocks with her hands and mouth. And it was her tongue engaging in cock-cartography that led to the first of the final orgasms.

"Oh, fucking Morgana!" Ginny cried, retracting her cock from Luna's mouth and pointing it at the blonde's upturned face. "Take my load you little slut," she hissed as her orgasm built into an uncontrollable wave of heavenly pleasure. "Fuuuuuck!" she exclaimed as she came, her third load depositing itself all over Luna's face; her cheeks, eyes, nose, mouth, chin, forehead and even some in her hair. "Clean me off," Ginny ordered Luna. The blonde eagerly got to it. "You're amazing," Ginny smiled down at Luna. When Luna let Ginny's now glisteningly clean cock go with a 'plop', Ginny leaned down and kissed her closest friend. "Love you, Luna," she said sweetly.

"I love you too, Ginerva," Luna beamed up at the redhead.

"Very sweet," Hermione commented. "But Ginny you're going to have to finish off Luna before Harry cums," she reminded Ginny.

"On it," Ginny said, lying down in front of Luna, her head by her cock and encouraging the blonde to move forward a few inches. Luna positioned herself so that Ginny could reach both Luna's balls and ass with her mouth as she jerked Luna off, which she proceeded to do. She lapped at Luna's balls, and then her ass and then back again, before reaching round with the hand not jerking off Luna's already re-hardened cock and inserting two fingers into Luna's ass.

"Ohhhh, Ginny," Luna moaned, before Hermione shut her up with her cock.

"Yes! Swallow my fucking cock! So. Fucking. Good!" Hermione cried out as Luna instantly swallowed her entire length. "So, good, so good, so good," Hermione whined as Luna's cheeks hollowed from her firm sucking. "Ahhhh," came another moan from the bushy-haired girl as Luna's tongue danced around her cock, caressing every sensitive part of her shaft. "I'm gonna-" Hermione groaned just as her body seized up entirely. She frantically pulled back and began jerking herself off onto Luna's face. As she came and her body went from frozen to entirely spasmic, her wand fired out several bolts of warm jizz all over Luna's face, adding to the layer of Ginny's cum that was already present. "Thank you, Luna," Hermione sighed contentedly as her orgasm faded away into the night air.

"My pleasure," Luna grinned in response, licking her lips with satisfaction.

"My turn," Fleur declared before quickly copying Hermione and ramming her cock down Luna's throat. She just could not get enough of the adorable blonde and was incredibly excited at the idea of Luna and Gabi playing with each other.

Hermione, now done for the night, followed her instructions for Ginny but with Ron instead of Luna and positioned herself under Ron as the redhead had the Ravenclaw. Ron was now contending with Katie and Harry, who were merrily swapping and switching with each other; Katie would fuck his throat for thirty seconds and then Harry would and so on.

A loud cry, in French, from Fleur prompted Katie, who herself was nearing a third orgasm, to swap Ron's mouth for Luna's. The dual cries then of Katie and Luna, meant that only Ron needed to cum before Harry could. This prompted Harry to step back from his mate and gesture for him to stand. "Fleur, Katie, Ginny, some assistance over here," Harry requested of the three witches who all trotted over and instantly realised what Harry meant.

Ron was now standing and thus Hermione had repositioned herself from lying under him to kneeling behind him, but she put her face back in the same place, namely his ass. But the summoned trio all knelt before him and got to work. Kissing, licking sucking and generally slathering over his cock and balls. Ron mouthed a silent 'thank you' to Harry before looking down and admiring the multi-coloured array of the witches who were all shamelessly pleasuring him.

Harry himself sauntered over to Luna, who had become fascinated by the four loads on her face, playing with it between her fingers. "Ready for one more?" Harry asked with a smirk.

"Always for you, Harry," Luna replied sincerely, capturing his cock with her lips.

"Slow down there, we've gotta wait for Ron," Harry reminded Luna, as her initial pace could have had him blowing way too quickly. Luna slowed down and instead leisurely worshipped his length. She placed kisses up and down the shaft, took his balls into her mouth, whilst gently stroking him, casually licked his tip. It was a deliberate and precise but ponderous blowjob. One with genuine affection and care. It was an oddly intimate moment, for such a large group setting.

"Merlin!" Ron's ecstatic cries gave Luna her cue to pick up the pace. She began furiously bobbing her head along his length, as she cupped his balls gently playing with them.

"Oh, Jesus," Harry moaned. By this point they had an audience as everyone else had turned to watch them. But Harry and Luna were zoned in on themselves. One cock and one mouth. And then a cupful of cum. "Fuuuck! Fucking hell!" Harry let out as his orgasm overtook him. He quickly pulled back and finished himself off on Luna, adding his layer of warm white paint to her already well-coated face. And as he came and thus marked the end of the ritual two things occurred.

Firstly, an incredibly strong wave of magic, the power of which no-one present had ever felt before flooded through their senses and shoved them all to the ground. It was very much like a muggle bomb going off, except the blast was, strong yes, but also oddly comforting and warm. It felt simultaneously, as if it gently blanketed their bodies, whilst also crashing into them with some might. But secondly, as the wave of magic calmed down to a gentle simmering tension, a slight crackling in the air, Harry and Hermione both cried out, seemingly in pain. Hermione clutched her head and curled into a foetal position, screaming as if she was under the Cruciatus, and Harry did the same but clutching specifically at his scar. And then they both fell silent.

"What the fuck was that?" Ron asked peering over at Hermione. She was still breathing, she looked healthy, over than being curled up into a ball, but she was unconscious and unresponsive. Luna noted the same with Harry.

"Was that meant to happen?" Ginny asked.

"'Ermione did not mention eet if eet was," Fleur replied, her concern clear in her tone.

"They sounded cursed," Katie said.

"Fuck," Ginny swore.

---

Hermione came to in a strange place. The floor was solid and white, but was made of no material that Hermione could discern. The air seemed to be shrouded in a strange paleness, the source of which, again, was indiscernible to her. She was surrounded by nothing. There was nothing.

But then there was something. A figure appeared in the distance, once small, but then grew in size as it approached. Hermione could make out nothing of the figure except their humanoid silhouette.

Hermione stood, still naked, and waited. To do anything else inside this strange plane of absence, seemed, to Hermione, to be a complete waste of time.

Eventually, the silhouette became clearer. The 'it' turned to a 'she'. And then she appeared to not be from the present, but a figure spat out from history. It was only as she, dressed head to toe in medieval armour, stood directly before Hermione that her identity became known. "Morgana? Morgana le Fay?" Hermione asked, with equal amounts trepidation and excitement.

"That is me, young one," Morgana smiled, her dark brown eyes oozing warmth.

"I have so much to ask you, so much to say!" Hermione excitedly exclaimed. "Your fight with Merlin, relation to Arthur, your role in the Norman Conquest. It's all rumour, legend, disputed passionately by various historians…" she rambled.

"Child," Morgana interrupted. "We will have plenty of time to discuss such things in the future, but for now there are other matters to which we must attend," she explained.

"Like, where the fuck are we?" Hermione said.

"We are nowhere," Morgana smiled cryptically.

"Am I dead?" Hermione asked, the dread clear in her tone.

"No," Morgana laughed, a deep, rich laugh. "Everyone always asks me that," she commented. "You are not dead, we are just currently in a plane of reality that is not exactly physical," she stated.

"Soul magic," Hermione breathed in understanding.

"Precisely," Morgana affirmed. "The ritual brought you here. The magic of the ritual felt that you needed to come here," Morgana explained.

"Why?" Hermione asked the obvious question.

"Because you are in need of healing, young one," Morgana said. Hermione swallowed nervously. "Your recent trauma is leading you down a darker path than is wise," Morgana noted. "But that is why you are here."

"So, you're my therapist?" Hermione asked.

"Of a sort," Morgana smiled. "That is a concept far newer than this magic, but I guess it is the same."

"How will you treat me?" Hermione asked.

"It is not treatment as such," Morgana corrected. "You are not ill in that sense. You simply need to see the damage you have caused by holding in emotions far darker than you really should," she elucidated. "Take my arm," she instructed, proffering her shiny, armoured arm for Hermione to take.

The moment Hermione took it, they were off. They neither flew, nor portkeyed, they simply were and then they became, but in a new place. It was odd, to say the least. They had, in the aforementioned indescribable fashion, moved to the Gryffindor dormitories; specifically, Hermione's own one. It was empty, except for one bed, which held Lavender Brown, a puffy eyed Lavender Brown. "Shit," Hermione swore under her breath. "Look I know what you're gonna say, I know what's happening here. You're going to ghost of Christmas past, present and future me into feeling guilty about what I said to Lavender. But you know what, it won't work. I said what I said because she needed to hear it, ok. She needed to hear how people see her and fucking get over it. The world is hard, it's not some sort of fucking utopia, ok. It's rough, and she can't expect to be fucking babied every moment of her life! I'm not her mother!" Hermione ranted, rattling off justifications at breakneck speed.

"Hermione Granger," Morgana interrupted sternly, her previously warm brown eyes, turning darker and colder. "This here, is the problem," she began. "When did you become so cold? Morgana questioned, and they were off again, now they floated above a scene from a muggle primary school.

A small blonde girl, who looked almost fragile, with butterfly hairclips in her hair, was intently labouring away over some large plastic blocks. She was stacking them up, creating her own tower, lost in her own world. But then the inevitable happened, a couple of bored boys decided that destruction was far more entertaining than construction, and thus the tower went down at their hands, to the sound of their mocking childish laughs. The girl began to cry, and no one came to help.

The demolishing boys were not malevolent, just not yet properly socialised. The teacher was not negligent, just overworked and stressed, she missed the interaction. But another girl saw, the strange girl in the class, even more ostracised than the blonde architect-to-be. The strange girl around whom unexplainable things happened. She toddled over, as young children do, her bushy hair, wild and untamed, and consoled the upset blonde. She chastised the boys for their ignorant ways and then offered to help rebuild the tower. The blonde readily accepted the offer and the two set about the construction of the new building. Naturally, the boys could not have that, and thus returned. And it was then that the strangeness of the girl reappeared. The two would-be-Godzillas, were suddenly barraged by several flying plastic bricks, the 'weird' girl glaring at them with a glow to their eyes. And to the teacher they ran. But the blonde was not scared, she was thankful. And so the two became friends.

Hermione watched the unfolding scene with an outward stoicism. Her impassive façade was a lie. Stubborn as she was, she was desperate not to allow Morgana to 'win'. She would not let herself be outdone by such a simple trick. But inside there was turmoil. She could see the parallels so clearly; she already knew the lesson. But naturally Morgana had to hammer it home. "Why did you use your magic on two helpless muggles?" she asked calmly.

"Because they were bullying," Hermione replied.

"So, you used the power you had in the name of protecting the weak," Morgana spelled out.

"Look, I get the point," Hermione snapped, her frustration getting the better of her.

"Do you?" Morgana inquired. "Do you really?"

"Yes! I said some mean things to Lavender, she's the crying blonde in reception, I'm the bullying boys, I get it," Hermione reiterated.

"You do not get it," Morgana declared simply.

"Well then why don't you explain it to me, oh, wise one," Hermione snarked back.

Morgana gave her a disapproving look, before explaining; "You were not the bullying boys. You were originally your younger self. You went to Lavender in her time of need, comforted her as she spilled her darkest insecurities. And then you began the process of building her back up. But then you went down a different path from the one that your younger self did with this blonde girl, you yourself then knocked down the tower. You went from collaborator and protector to bully," Morgana explicated.

"But Lavender is not four!" Hermione exclaimed. "She's the same age as me, she also has magic! I'm not responsible for her!"

"Wrong!" Morgana snapped back, her own anger coming over her. "You've experienced great suffering in your three years at Hogwarts. You've survived and even thrived with great obstacles and trials. Not only that but in the past few months you have discovered a new power, a power that not every woman is lucky enough to discover, that of their own body, of their own sexuality. Lavender does not have that, maybe she will find it in time. But when she came to you and you comforted her, and you offered to help rebuild the tower, you had power over her. She was relying on you, until the point that you built her up as your equal. That's how it should have worked. Instead, you turned to her, and with all your might you slashed and cut at her until there was nothing left! You betrayed her in the most agonising of ways," Morgana finished. Hermione could only stare blankly for a few seconds, before the full realisation of her actions hit her. Then overwhelmed her. Her body shook with wracking sobs as the guilt piled up inside of her. Morgana embraced her in a comforting hug, as comforting as hugging whilst in armour could be, and then took them back to where they had started, though with a bench this time. "But it is not all your fault," Morgana said quietly, lifting Hermione's chin so that the distraught witch was looking at her. "You suffered greatly at the hands of a fellow pupil, she exacted upon you one of the gravest sins there is, and you took all of the hatred and anger that she gave you and unleashed it verbally upon poor Lavender. You, much like the boys, are not evil. You are not even a bad person. You just did a bad thing. An understandable thing given the circumstances, but a bad one. You cannot change what you did, but you can control what you do next," Morgana said sagely. "You know what you must do," Morgana told her.

"I do," a now slightly more controlled Hermione said. "I will make it right," she vowed to Morgana.

"I know you will," Morgana smiled. "You are smart, loyal and moral," she complimented. "But one word of warning. There was once another witch who sat where you are now. She sat there several times, in fact. She was like you in all the important ways, but the opposite to you in the trivial ones. She had the prerequisite attributes for greatness as you do, but she was haunted, she always had been. And eventually the ghosts caught up with her, and her power was used against the weak, not for their defence," Morgana told.

"Who was she?" Hermione asked.

"I think you may find out soon enough," Morgana replied mysteriously.

"What should I do about Pansy Parkinson?" Hermione asked after a pause.

"Do not mistake my talk of morals as an argument against revenge," Morgana warned. "She deserves a torrid fate. But in exerting your power over her, as you have some right to do, think momentarily about your overall goal. She deserves hell yes, but would that achieve what you truly desire."

"What do I desire?" Hermione replied.

"I cannot answer that," Morgana replied.

"Of course you can't," muttered Hermione.

"I think it is time I returned you to your friends," Morgana announced. "And may I add, what lovely friends you have," she said with a lascivious grin.

"I'll be sure to let them know," Hermione replied, now intrigued by what lay under Morgana's armour.

"Next time, Hermione Granger," Morgana smirked impishly. Hermione blushed at having been read so effectively. "You will wake up only a few seconds after you fell unconscious," Morgana informed Hermione. "I believe I will see you again shortly," she added.

"By-" Hermione started but was interrupted by returning to reality. Or at least the physical part of reality. "Well, that was a fucking trip."

---

Harry woke in an identical situation to Hermione, not that he knew that. But there was one significant different between their two situations. "Mum?" Harry asked the red-haired woman sitting naked on a nearby bench.

"Harry!" she cried merrily, getting up. "Oh, my sweet, brave boy!" she exclaimed. Harry ran to his mother, forgetting their nudity and embraced her in a crushing hug.

"Where are we? What's going on? And why are we…" Harry queried, then trailing off as he realised that his cock had already begun to stiffen.

"We're in another plane of reality," she said simply. "Come and sit," she insisted. Harry followed her over to the bench she had been sitting on before and took a seat next to her. "There's so much I want to say to you but so little time," Lily started. "I'm so proud of you," she blurted. "And all that you've done and everything that you've achieved," she enthused. "But I've got some stuff I need to explain to you," she said forebodingly.

"Ok," Harry replied hesitantly.

"The night that Voldemort came to kill you, the night I died," she began. "I gave you a protection of sorts and ever since his spell backfired there have been three parts to you. There has been you, your wonderful self, a part of my soul, the part that defended you, and a part of Voldemort's soul," she explained.

"I have a part of him inside me," Harry shuddered at the thought.

"You did," she replied, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "But it was just destroyed by the ritual you underwent. A very hot ritual too might I add," she said with a smirk.

"Mum!" Harry protested.

"What, it was! Anyway, we're wizards, Harry. You were always going to be raised the magical way," she said with a glance down at his exposed cock. Harry blushed and crossed his legs uncomfortably.

"So that part of his soul is dead?"

"Yes," she clarified. "I imagine he'll have more, probably hidden in objects, but soul magic was only an area I studied in my last few months of life," she said.

"That doesn't sound good," Harry responded dryly.

"No, it's not," Lily agreed. "But that will be an issue for later," she said. "You will still retain the link to him however," Lily stated. "When he returns, for he will return, you will still have a connection with him, but through a part of my soul and not his. See, for when he does return, he will use your blood," she warned. "It is the only way. But when he does a part of me, will attach itself to his new form. And the two of you will share a link, but you will be the one in control, not him," she elucidated.

"Wow," Harry said dumbly. It was a lot for him to process.

"I know it's a lot Harry, but it's important," Lily said. "And I need you to do something for me."

"Anything," Harry replied earnestly.

"I need you to learn Occlumency and Legilimency, she requested. "These will help you both shield your mind from him and navigate his. Just because you will be in control of the connection, does not mean he won't be able to flip the switch on you. I need you to take this seriously," she said gravely.

"I will," Harry pledged. "But how do I go about learning them?" he asked.

"Talk to your friends about it, then ask Sirius next time you see him. Ask him to put you in touch with Andromeda Tonks, she'll help you with everything," Lily answered. "She was a dear friend and she'll take care of you, and maybe get you out of that darned house!"

"Away from the Dursleys?" Harry asked.

"Maybe," Lily replied. "I understand why Dumbledore has done what he has, but I think you growing up with loving family would have been and still will be more protection than the blood wards," she opined.

"That's why I've been there? Because of Dumbledore?"

"Yes, Harry. He believes that the blood wards that tie you to the house through the familial connection you share with Petunia will protect you. And he is not wrong. But I think there are better methods," she said calmly. "He's also been sheltering you from the wider wizarding world, from its politics and complex machinations, and I can hardly blame him. It's a corrupt feudal cesspool. But I believe it is time. So, talk to Andromeda and she'll set you on the right path."

"I will," he promised. "How exactly are you here?" he asked in return.

"I have become tied to the ritual through you," she explained. "There are two guardians of the ritual, two souls who have become connected to it, who aid those undertaking it who need aid; Iolanthe Peverell and Morgana le Fay. But because of my soul being so intrinsically attached to your own, I was brought here by them."

"Brought from where?" Harry queried.

"The place beyond death," she replied enigmatically.

"And what is that exactly?"

"It is not for the living to know, my beautiful boy. All I will tell you that it is nothing to fear for what it is, only for how much better life is," she said wisely.

"Life can be pretty good," Harry said, thinking of Ginny, Hermione and Ron.

"I think anyone who had just partaken in such an orgiastic spectacle would be of that opinion," Lily laughed. It was a beautiful, clean and pure laugh. It made Harry both happy and sad, happy to hear, but sad that he never grew up in a house in which it echoed.

"What about dad?"

"James is so proud of you," Lily said truthfully and soothingly. "So proud of who you have become."

"Thanks," Harry said simply.

"I think it is time for you to go now, Harry. Only a few seconds will have passed for your friends," she explained.

"Ok," Harry nodded.

"I love you," Lily said, tears in her eyes. "And I will see you again soon," she assured him.

"I love you too, mum," Harry said. "I won't let you down," he vowed.

Lily kissed him lightly on the forehead and then waved reluctantly at him as the physical world swirled back into focus around him.

Harry sat up, cracking his head on Ron's as he did so. "Fucking hell, Harry!" Ron swore, clutching the side of his head.

"Sorry," Harry apologised.

"Do you want to explain what the fuck happened?" Ginny asked. "Hermione won't say."

"I think a lengthy conversation is needed," Harry said. "But not tonight," he delayed. "I promise I will tell you," he said looking straight at Ginny.

"Ok," she accepted.

And with that the group set about returning to the castle. The initial awkwardness had gone, the group were now firm friends by default. On the way back up the hill, shrouded in complete darkness as they were, they chatted amiably to each other. Ginny, Ron, Harry and Katie led the way, excitedly dissecting the ins and outs of Quidditch and how terrible, or unlucky as Ron argued, the Chudley Cannons were. Whilst Fleur, Hermione and Luna brought up the rear, Luna regaling the other two with tales of fantastical beasts and wild adventures. Fleur then departed for the Beauxbatons carriage, leaving everyone with a searing kiss each. And the others used Harry's map to navigate the halls and avoid patrols. They dropped off Luna first and then made it back to their own dorm room. Though fierce negotiations were necessary with the Fat Lady, suitably annoyed at having her sleep disturbed.

Overall, the night was very successful. But for Harry and Hermione it was not the orgy itself that occupied their minds but of that which they had been told after. Harry thought on his mother and all that she had said, wondering who Andromeda Tonks was exactly and how he could find her, but comforted by knowing that a part of his mum resided within him, always. Meanwhile, Hermione's mind was first on Lavender, asleep in a bed only metres from her own. But then it drifted to the other witch that Morgana had mentioned. 'Who was she?' Hermione wondered as sleep took her over. Who was she?

---

"You felt it then, Minerva?" Dumbledore sought his trusted assistant's confirmation.

"Yes, I felt it," she confirmed. Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall were in Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore had yet gone to sleep for the night, having been intensely reviewing memories, attempting to figure out the mystery of Harry's inclusion in the Triwizard tournament when he felt a blast of magic that he had not felt in years. He knew that Minerva would feel it too and thus he waited up for her to arrive at his office. And surely enough, twenty minutes later she did.

"I can imagine who has restarted it," Dumbledore mused.

"Yes, I imagine it was the usual three, though I have no idea who else, if anyone, they've managed to entangle into this particular scheme of theirs," McGonagall said.

"No, I do not know either," Dumbledore admitted. "Do you think there is anything to be done?" he asked the stern Scottish witch.

"No," McGonagall replied. "We know of its beneficial aspects, I see no harm in it," she said.

"Are you sure you're not swayed by memories of her?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes," came the forceful reply. "It was not the cult, or coven or whatever you want to call it, but a mixture of a traumatic past and the allure of him, that set her down that path," she defended.

"Forgive me for asking," Dumbledore said in a reconciliatory manner. "I had to ask."

"I understand," McGonagall nodded. "She will always be a part of me, she will always define me," McGonagall conceded. "But I will never again misjudge a situation because of her," she promised.

"You know I trust you unwaveringly," Dumbledore reassured her. "I may even trust you more than you trust yourself."

"Sometimes, Albus, that is not too difficult."

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The witch strode along the dark, dank corridors, with an elegance that did not belong. She held her head high, and kept her lips tight, her face unmoving. Her blonde bob provided a striking dash of light amongst the general gloom of her surroundings.

"In here," said her escort, in his gruff voice. She was led into a square, windowless room. There were two doors, either side of a shimmering partition in the middle of the room. The partition was meant to keep the occupants of the room separate, nothing but sound and light could pass through its surface. "She'll be here in a minute," he informed her. "I'll be outside."

"My gratitude for your dedication," the blonde said, sarcasm dripping from her every syllable. He simply grunted in response and slammed the heavy metal door shut.

Narcissa Malfoy did not have to wait long before her sister was brought in, her chains clinking with every step. Bellatrix was unceremoniously dumped on the seat facing Narcissa, her chained limbs then securely fastened to the floor. The two guards that had been escorting her then also left.

"My sister has deigned to pay me a visit," Bellatrix said, her eyes firmly on the floor.

"Don't be bitter, sister, it's not my fault you got yourself locked up in here. And anyway, I have my reputation to consider," Narcissa countered.

"Your reputation is more important than your sister?" Bellatrix asked in an accusatory tone.

"Whilst she's a crazed prisoner, yes," Narcissa responded truthfully.

"Then why are you here?"

"I need to know if you felt it. I need to know that it was not just me," Narcissa explained.

"I felt it," Bellatrix uttered, finally raising her head, her black eyes meeting Narcissa's. Narcissa gasped as she saw her sister's face for the first time. She did not gasp in horror, but surprise. Where before there was madness in her eyes, a crazed glint, a sadistic glee, there was now calm, poise even. Where before her face was weathered and worn from years of imprisonment in Azkaban's particular form of hell, there was now a youth again. She no longer looked beaten, or mad; she now looked her age. She was hardly effervescent, but she was not the Bellatrix that Narcissa had come to dread to know. "Why the look of surprise, sister? Expecting to see the Black madness in my eyes? Expecting to see the mad face of Voldemort's whore?"

"Yes," Narcissa replied bluntly. "But instead, I see you again," she said. "The actual you, my sister, Bella."

"Touching," Bellatrix snorted, shifting in her seat, rattling her chains as she did so.

"So, it worked even though you didn't actually participate?" Narcissa asked.

"It did," Bellatrix confirmed. "I see through him now, his lies, his own madness. The blindfold of my insanity has been lifted and just in time," she described.

"Lucius says he can feel him getting stronger," Narcissa added.

"Your foppish husband is for once correct. He will be back soon," Bellatrix predicted.

"And you are to play the role?" Narcissa enquired.

"Yes, until we find out who restarted it. It wasn't Draco by any chance was it?"

"Unfortunately not, he is not the type," Narcissa said. "But I shall try and find out who it was," Narcissa promised. "When he comes back, will your sanity hold?"

"I hope so," Bellatrix said. "I did the things I did of my own accord; he did not compel me; he did not force me. My psychosis is my own demon, my own responsibility, my burden to bear. When he returns, I will try and play the part without succumbing to it. But I can make no guarantees," Bellatrix said gravely. "And if I lose it again, I think I will be lost forever."

"I will speak to Andi first…"

"Pah!" Bellatrix spat at the mention of their other sister.

"Even without the madness you resent her."

"I was not mad when I said what I said of her. She betrayed us! How can you even think to talk to such a person? To a traitorous whore!" Bellatrix cried, that previously absent glint of madness returning for to her black eyes for a moment.

"She hurt us," Narcissa conceded. "But she was the strongest of us and she needs to be a part of this," Narcissa argued. "She has a right."

"She gave up her rights when she eloped with that filthy mudblood," Bellatrix hissed.

"You will come round," Narcissa claimed. "But I will see her and we will find out who restarted it."

"Do so quickly, please," Bellatrix pleaded. "He will get us out of here immediately, and when he does I do not trust myself not to relapse to the madness," Bellatrix admitted. "Quickly, please," she pleaded again, her dark eyes wide and begging.

"I will do my best, sister," Narcissa vowed. "Goodbye, Bella. I believe I will be able to hug you again soon," Narcissa said, getting up to leave.

"Bye, Cissy," Bellatrix used her sister's nickname. Narcissa turned as she reached the door and gave her sister one last look. It was a look of pity and promise. And then she rapped her knuckles loudly on the door, to alert the guard of her desire to leave.

Then Bellatrix was left alone again. But now she had reason to fight.

And she was determined to win.

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A/N: So there it is, the Coven! I hope I did not disappoint.

I did get a little carried away with this one, but oh well. At least the introduction of Bella may have answered some questions.

The song title for this chapter was quite literally perfect. But who knows the artist?

As always, have a fun weekend ;)