The Hogwarts Coven

Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret

Chapter 19 - Andromeda

"How are you feeling about the Third Task?" Cedric asked Harry out of nowhere. Harry had not even noticed the handsome Hufflepuff and then he was there.

"Not too bad," Harry shrugged nonchalantly. "I just want to get it over with."

"Yeah same," Cedric agreed. "Well, I have something that could take your mind off matters," Cedric announced. "That threesome with Cho and me I teased you with a couple months ago."

"Oh," said a surprised Harry. He did not know why he was so surprised; Cedric had given him fair warning. But it had been purely theoretical, at least until now.

"No pressure," Cedric quickly said, taking the lack of a firm 'yes' to be a sign of hesitance.

"I want to do it," Harry quickly amended. "I was just surprised is all," he explained.

"Well if you're sure, meet me outside the Gryffindor common room at about eight tonight," Cedric said. "You don't mind breaking curfew do you?"

"It wouldn't be the first time," Harry smiled.

"Good lad," Cedric patted Harry on the arm. "I'm looking forward to it," he grinned boyishly, before disappearing into the crowds of students around them.

"Well, this is happening then," Harry muttered, now more nervous for the upcoming 'menage a trois' than for the Third Task.

Fleur too was seeking a way of getting her mind off the impending Third Task, and her method would also assist her in the competition with Gabi. A multitude of names had been suggested to join in the next coven ritual including her two targets. Fleur concluded that they would be highly open to her seduction. Furthermore, she wanted to see if either of them had as nice an ass as their younger brother. She was hopeful, as she did not think a witch as supposedly demanding as Angelina Johnson would ever settle for anything less than excellence.

Having asked a rather nervous looking Harry where the Weasley Twins were and having given the messy-haired boy a passionate kiss and a grope as payment for his person-locating-service Fleur had headed to the empty corridor where Harry had said they were.

She located the twins in an otherwise empty classroom, both hunched over a table, animatedly discussing whatever it was that was on the myriad of bits of parchment that were strewn everywhere. "You really should lock the door if you're doing something so secretive," Fleur said, announcing her presence to the twins. The two jumped up, startled and made to hide their work.

"There's a witch in the classroom, Fred."

"A Frenchie at that, George."

"What do you think she wants, my dearest brother?"

"Perhaps she has come to confess her undying love for us."

"Wouldn't be the first time."

"Or the last."

Fleur simply rolled her eyes throughout the stichomythic exchange. "You are not quite as far off as you might think," Fleur told them.

"I knew she was in love, George," Fred said. "I'm simply too charming."

"I think you'll find it's me she's come for, isn't that right, Frenchie?" George asked Fleur.

"It is not right, Anglais," Fleur replied. "But I do come with a, how do you say, proposition," she told them.

"She has a proposition, George."

"Odds on her proposing?"

"I will not be proposing," Fleur could not help but smile at the two. "But I might get down on my knees," she said with a raised eyebrow.

"Sounds promising," the twins said in unison.

"I propose that if you let me see if you have as tight an ass as your brother," Fleur proposed.

"As our brother?" Fred squeaked in surprise.

"It seems ickle Ronnikins is all grown up," George marvelled.

"Is that a yes?" Fleur tapped her foot impatiently.

"She's impatient, George. Quick, start negotiating," Fred said.

"What's in it for us?" George asked, as if there was even the slightest chance of them saying no.

"The best blowjob of your lives," Fleur offered with a confidence that suggested she was capable of living up to such a high bar.

"Deal," the twins snapped instantly.

"Very sensible," Fleur smirked. "Now let me actually lock the door. We wouldn't want someone to spoil our fun," Fleur turned to the door and made sure that such a thing would not happen. By the time she turned back around both twins were stark naked and jerking their hardening cocks. "Look what we 'ave here," Fleur drawled seductively as she sauntered over to them, stripping off her top and revealing her fleshy mounds to their sight. "Very nice," she complimented as she dropped to her knees before them, having transfigured a nearby chair into a cushion for comfort. "You may be a little bigger than your brother," she noted, lifting up both shafts in her hands and inspecting them.

Fred and George simply grinned triumphantly at one another, with the same smiles on their faces that any wizard or indeed witch whose size was positively compared to another's always seemed to have. Fred's grin soon turned to an 'o' shape as Fleur started her attack at the base of his cock, kissing the part of the underside of his shaft by his balls. "I think this may be a quick one, George," Fred said.

"I think so too, brother," George agreed. If Fleur's skills with her fingers, currently toying with George's cockhead, were anything to go by, then Fred would certainly be correct.

"Mmmm," Fleur moaned lustily as she sucked on Fred's balls, taking one, then both of his testicles into her mouth. "Nice juicy balls, for a nice juicy dick," Fleur said dirtily, as she ceased her assault on his balls, and moved to a new front. She rammed her mouth onto Fred's cock, swallowing his entire eight inches in one swift movement, burying her nose in the red hairs that adorned the base of his cock.

"Merlin!" Fred exclaimed in surprise at the way in which his cock was so impressively devoured. He repeated the exclamation when Fleur began to mercilessly fuck her throat on Fred's cock, bobbing her head back and forth, swallowing his entire length each time. She gave him that treatment for a couple of minutes, before pulling her mouth completely off Fred's cock and shifting her attention to George, upon whom she replicated what she had been doing to Fred.

"I think this may be the best blowjob ever," George muttered.

"Don't let Angelina or Alicia here you say that," Fred replied, though he did agree.

"Healthy competition is always good," George said.

"I'm not sure Angelina understands the concept of 'healthy competition'," Fred remarked wryly. "You may end up with no cock to suck," he added. George winced loudly at the thought, and returned his attention away from what Angelina could do to him and back to Fleur's virtuoso performance.

"You boys want to fuck my tits together?" Fleur suddenly asked, as she pulled her face from George's cock, a line of drool connecting her lips to his tip.

"Certainly," the twins said at the same time, shifting closer together so they could fit both their cocks in between Fleur's perfect chest. They were used to their cocks touching by this point and had got over the awkwardness.

Fleur held her breasts together, creating a snug passage for the boys to thrust their cocks between. Their dicks were adequately lubricated to slide their way in and out of the passage made of Fleur's creamy mounds.

The Beaters groaned in pleasure as they thrust their lengths through the crevice that Fleur had created, only to be greeted by the Veela's pink tongue.

"I'm pretty close," Fred updated the other two.

"So am I," George added.

"One of you can cum on my breasts, the other down my throat," Fleur suggested.

"I'll take the throat," Fred said, pulling his cock from where it had been moving beside his brother's, taking a step to the side and then presenting his hard shaft for Fleur. Fleur did as she had done earlier and gobbled up his entire length in one fell swoop. This caused Fred to fly over the edge and explode in Fleur's mouth, firing his load down her throat.

George soon followed, but instead shooting his own load all over Fleur's pillowy breasts, painting the creamy flesh in cream of his own. "Yummy," Fleur complimented as she pulled away from Fred once he had finished spewing the contents of his balls into her stomach. "Now it's your turn," she informed them.

Fleur quickly whisked two desks together, ones that were not covered in rolls of parchment, and instructed the boys into position; Fred on his back on the desk with his legs in the air and George bent over the adjacent desk, legs spread. Fleur got back down onto her knees and spat on Fred's asshole. She rubbed the spit around the edge of his ring with her fingers, before inserting two of them. "Your ass is so greedy," she said, as her two fingers were swallowed up. She pulled her fingers back out and then orally attacked his ass, burying her face between his upturned cheeks, her tongue probing at his exposed hole.

Fred moaned loudly as Fleur's tongue very efficiently prepared him for the incoming penetration. But before that, Fleur had to also apply the same treatment to George, which she did with deftness, eliciting the same moans from him as she did from his brother. "I zink I'll start with you," Fleur said smacking George on the ass. Fleur positioned her cock where her tongue had just been and found that the ass opened for her with some ease. He was not as tight as his younger brother and his ass did not have the plumpness that Ron's had, but it was still an excellent fuck. "You've 'ad something big in here recently," Fleur deduced as she soon had her entire ten-inch shaft buried inside of his ass.

Fleur was in fact correct, the twins had been fucked by their girlfriends that morning, as they often were. This meant that George's ass, though still gripping her cock firmly, was very malleable to her shaft. As was proved again when she withdrew her cock and then slammed herself back inside of him. "You English 'ave such good asses," Fleur commented as she rhythmically drove into one such example of a 'good English ass', taking satisfaction from the Beater's low groans of pleasure.

Soon Fleur decided to switch it up, and so she moved onto Fred's identical ass, finding that his also opened up for her with little in the way of fight. She held onto the back of his legs, pushing them down, and forcefully exerted herself upon him. Her fierce, consistent and powerful thrusts reminded the twins of both Angelina and Alicia. Though of course Angelina had two inches on Fleur and Fleur had one inch on Alicia, but stylistically they were similar. Powerful witches who took what they wanted.

"I'm almost zere," Fleur growled in warning as she returned back to George's ass, before swapping again. She was now switching between the two with increased regularity, enjoying the slight differences in the way the two whimpered and humped back. It was of course easier for George to do so, and he did move his ass back into Fleur's dynamic thrusts. Anything to increase their mutual pleasure further. "Get down here," Fleur snapped as she stepped back from the desks, vigorously jerking her meat. "You suck my dick, you lick my ass," she ordered. George knelt before her and took her into his mouth with some passion, attempting to replicate what she had done to them earlier. He did not quite manage it in one smooth motion, but having practised on Angelina many times, he did manage to take Fleur's entire length into his mouth.

Meanwhile Fred spread Fleur's pale cheeks and buried his head between them, playing with her ass with his exploratory tongue. Merde! Merde! Merde!" Fleur screeched as the twins' allied ministrations brought her to her own climactic finish. She gleefully dumped her load in George's mouth, the Gryffindor eagerly swallowing it as it streamed forth. "Parfait," she sighed as her orgasm came to an end. "Merci, boys," she thanked them as George sucked the last few drops from her deflating cock and Fred gave her ass one last lick. "I think we will do this again in ze future, perhaps sooner than you think," Fleur told them, somewhat cryptically. "And maybe if you're good you'll get my ass," she teased.

"I like the sound of that proposition," said Fred.

"Count me in," George added.

"But only if you're good," Fleur smirked at them before starting to redress herself.

"We're always good," said Fred.

"Yeah, always," George affirmed.

"I'm sure I won't find anything that would break school rules on those parchments over there," said Fleur with a look that made it obvious, if it was not already, that she knew that not to be the case.

"We would never break them," said Fred.

"Only bend then slightly," added George. "They're surprisingly flexible."

"You just have to know how to play the game," Fred explained.

"Good luck with your game," Fleur said, now dressed and presentable to the outside world. "And au revoir, I will see you soon," and with that she was gone, leaving the twins, naked and contemplative.

"How do you think Angelina and Alicia are gonna take this?" George asked.

"With their usual grace and poise," Fred snorted. "We'd probably best get it over with," he suggested.

"Agreed," seconded George.

It was a rare mature decision from the pair. But their girlfriends did that to them, brought out the sensible amidst the juvenility. And that is why they would have it no other way.

Minerva McGonagall's mind had been focused on two things in recent weeks, two students to be precise. One student was now grown and had long since left the halls of Hogwarts. McGonagall had mostly managed to push her visage from her mind, to angrily shove away intimate memories of a time long gone, and a relationship now dead. Yet, recent events had made freeing her mind of such thoughts an impossibility. She still tried to get rid of the flashes of raven-black locks, piercing obsidian eyes and perfectly smooth creamy skin that colonised her mind. But it was a task at which she was failing.

The other student who plagued her mind, one Hermione Granger, elicited very mixed responses from the Scottish witch. A rich blend of arousal, irritation, anger, pride and protectiveness. A strange concoction, but one that was evidence of the complexity of recent events.

McGonagall's sordid tryst with Hermione had easily been the greatest sexual experience that she had had for decades. But the fact that she somehow (Minerva was unaware of the Polyjuice), managed to sneak out of school, having been denied permission and then restart the famed Coven of Hogwarts was the cause of the irritation and anger. Hermione broke rules every year whilst in tow with Weasley and Potter, but to do so seemingly alone and in disregard of a direct rejection of permission from herself, that was most severe. And yet she did nothing. Albus had requested that she not act, he saw this new development in a mostly positive light, but McGonagall also knew that if she were to attempt to punish Granger, the top student now had the ability to reverse the situation. Minerva knew that Hermione had the same sexual allure over her that a previous top student had also had. Though McGonagall desperately hoped that their stories would mirror each other only in this one particular manner. The thought of them not kept McGonagall up at night and drinking a glass of Firewhiskey before bed for good measure.

Her mind was back on the aforementioned subjects, when the door to her classroom opened and in sauntered a stunningly attractive blonde. McGonagall instantly recognised her as the younger Delacour sister, who every person attracted to witches in the castle had noticed at some point. Though at that moment she was wearing a particularly outrageous number, a Gryffindor robe that came down to her thighs, a pair of white panties and knee-high Gryffindor themed socks. The sight made the Transfiguration professor swell up in an instant. "What is it you are doing, Miss Delacour?" McGonagall asked in her usual stern tone, keeping her rampant desires at bay for the moment.

"I am so very lost, Professor," Gabrielle drawled as she reached the professor's desk.

"How so? I'm sure you know your way around the castle by now," said McGonagall in a straight tone.

"Non, non, non, professor. I am lost with Transfiguration," she clarified.

"How so?" McGonagall repeated her question, deciding to play along.

"Well earlier my clothes shrank," she said, indicating to her current attire. "And sometimes zey disappear completely, like so," she explained, brandishing her wand and banishing her Gryffindor robe.

"It does seem you have a problem," McGonagall said, her eyes fixated on Gabrielle's perky budding breasts that were now completely exposed.

"And sometimes it 'appens to ozzers too," Gabrielle said as she banished McGonagall's outer layers with one precise flurry of her wand. The magic behind the ploy was actually rather impressive for Gabrielle's age, McGonagall was suitably impressed. Of course, she was not actually transfiguring the clothes but banishing them using a charm, but that was beside the point, it was still impressive.

However, what was not so impressive was McGonagall's restraint. Up until her encounter with Hermione it had been, but that incident had broken down her walls of resistance and now she was a cute French Veela away from giving in again. "How about you transfigure this to a smaller size," McGonagall growled as she sat up for a moment and slid her underwear, now revealed to Gabrielle, down her legs and flung the item of clothing away.

"I shall try, professor. If you zink it will 'elp," Gabrielle said, sliding down onto her knees before McGonagall's chair and grasping her shaft in her small hands. "But eet iz very big."

"Then open wide," McGonagall said, placing both hands on the back of Gabrielle's head and coaxing her downwards onto her cock. Gabrielle, of course, needed no coaxing whatsoever, but she liked allowing McGonagall to take control. "Suck my cock you filthy French slut," McGonagall snarled, a completely different side to her taking over. She had wrapped Gabrielle's blonde hair in her hands, keeping it from the girl's face, as she guided her head up and down her stick. "All the way down like a good girl," McGonagall cooed as she forced her cock deep into the blonde's throat. Gabrielle had blown more than McGonagall's ten inches, but double digits was always a challenge, and this was no different. Though revealingly quickly, Gabrielle's nose was buried in the crown of silver hairs atop the base of McGonagall's veiny length. "Such a good whore," McGonagall said as she rammed Gabrielle's head up and down, thrusting her hips up on each downward stroke to jam her cock that little bit more down the Beauxbatons' girl's throat.

McGonagall ignored Gabrielle's gagging and spluttering before eventually releasing her head from her grip. Gabrielle gasped in air as she regained her autonomy. But it was not for long. McGonagall stood over the kneeling girl, towering over her, her meat jutting out from her body. McGonagall used one hand to ball up Gabrielle's hair into a fist, retaking control and the other to guide her cock straight back into the young, waiting mouth. Minerva then proceeded to use her mouth like an ass and fuck it powerfully.

Gabrielle was in absolute heaven. When she had announced to the new group that she often found herself with that she was going to try and seduce McGonagall they had all laughed and pointed towards Hermione, who herself had turned bright red. In exchange for a blowjob, Gabrielle's currency of choice, which she had dutifully given in the Great Hall under the table, much to everyone but Fleur's amusement, Hermione had warned her of how domineering McGonagall could be during sex. That had only excited Gabrielle more. And the stern demeanour which had initially attracted Gabrielle to the older woman, was coming out in force.

Gabrielle could feel her cock dribbling pre-cum in her panties as her face was used roughly for the deputy headmistress' pleasure and nothing else. This is how she wanted to be used.

"Alright, get up on the desk, head over the side," McGonagall eventually commanded. "And get those panties off!" Gabrielle scrambled into position, her feet and head dangling off either side of McGonagall's desk, her body now only adorned by her knee-high socks. She opened her mouth wide as McGonagall once again inserted herself into the younger witch. "Let's see how slutty this other hole is," McGonagall mused, smacking Gabrielle's thighs sharply to get her to lift her legs and thus expose said hole.

The head of Gryffindor, placed two fingers in her mouth and coated them in spit before moving them down to between Gabrielle's legs and slipping them into her asshole. Both fingers slipped in with no resistance; "This hole is even sluttier!" McGonagall exclaimed, as she added a third with equal ease. "It's like a common tavern whore's ass back here!" she described graphically, the humiliating words only adding to Gabrielle's arousal. "I need to get back here before I cum down your throat," McGonagall said to Gabrielle as she pulled back from the girl.

McGonagall walked around to the other side of the desk, grasped Gabrielle just under the knees, pushing her legs back and wide, and slammed herself into the French girl. "Fuck!" she cried as she went from tip to balls deep in less than a second. "This ass is so good!" she complimented as she rapidly built to a brutal pace of thrusting.

"Oh, professor," Gabrielle moaned loudly. "Please fuck me 'ard, fuck my slutty ass till you fill me up!" she begged. McGonagall moved her hands from the back of Gabrielle's knees to either side of her head. She lowered her face down next to Gabrielle's and feasted hungrily on the girl's neck as she continued to assault the girl's ass. "Fuck this naughty 'ore's tight ass with your big cock! Pound your naughty leetle girl, pound her please, mummy," Gabrielle begged into McGonagall's ear. The switch from professor to mummy sent a jolt of arousal through the Transfiguration professor's cock for reasons that she could not explain. "Paint your leetle girl's insides with cum, mummy! Make me your breeding 'ore!"

Gabrielle's last words spelled the end for McGonagall whose entire body shook with orgasmic seizures before exploding into Gabrielle. Her shaft pulsed deep inside of the Veela, blasting her bowels with warm jizz.

The moment her orgasm subsided and her body slumped onto Gabrielle's, a state of post-orgasmic clarity struck her and she was suddenly overwhelmed by shame and guilt. "Miss Delacour we really should never have-" McGonagall started to say, pulling away from the blonde.

"Shhh," Gabrielle silenced her, looping her arms around the older woman's neck and holding her in place. "You were perfect," Gabrielle smiled. "Everyzing I wanted when I first laid eyes on you," Gabrielle told her candidly. McGonagall blushed at the idea that she could cause such desires in a beautiful young girl. Gabrielle lifted her head up and pressed her lips to Minerva's, passionately snogging the teacher. "If you wouldn't mind finishing me off whilst you get over your guilt zat would be much appreciated," Gabrielle smirked at McGonagall.

McGonagall obliged the younger witch and took her modest length into her mouth, quickly bringing the excitable girl to orgasm, swallowing her salty load when she did. Then McGonagall slumped back into her chair, only to be joined by Gabrielle, who curled up into McGonagall's chest. They remained like that for a while, neither one saying a thing, until McGonagall eventually broke the silence. "This can't happen again," McGonagall asserted.

Gabrielle sighed. "It can and it will. Teachers and students fuck all the time, we're not muggles, this is not a big deal," she said.

"You're not even one of my students," McGonagall pointed out, unsure if that made it better or worse in her mind.

"I can be whatever you want me to be," Gabrielle whispered to the older woman.

McGonagall's eyes widened as a memory of full blood-red lips uttering those exact same words to her rushed into her conscious mind.

"Anything at all."

Harry was still panicking at eight when Cedric was meant to collect him. Ginny, after Harry told her of his invitation, was more excited than he was for it to happen. Despite the fact that Harry had partaken in a couple of sessions of group sex he was still nervous for the upcoming threesome. Maybe it was Cho's beauty or Cedric's undeniable charm. Either way Harry was anxious.

"You look a little jumpy there, Harry," Cedric said as he walked up to the boy-who-lived.

"This is a little out of my expertise," Harry smiled awkwardly.

"Well don't worry, I'll take good care of you," Cedric said as he led the way.

"Why have you invited me to this, whatever it is?" Harry asked, feeling like he was being made fun of.

"Because Cho thinks you're hot and I happen to agree," Cedric replied as they descended down to the second floor.

"Oh," Harry said simply not expecting that response. He was complimented by Cho thinking he was 'hot', but still unsure how to respond to Cedric who apparently felt the same.

The two of them walked along a few empty corridors, turning left and right, before they came to a rarely visited hallway and turned into a classroom.

Cho was completely naked, lit by candlelight, on a bed in the middle of the room, patiently waiting for them to arrive. Cedric quickly turned to ensure that they would not be disturbed, as Harry simply stared at Cho's nude form. "Beautiful, isn't she." Cedric said once he was done casting privacy charms.

"Yeah, she is," Harry agreed as he too took a step into the room after Cedric.

"I'm glad you think so Harry," Cho giggled, unfurling her legs seductively. She was lying on her back, her perfect skin glowing in the candlelight, her eyes smouldering with an intense wanting. Her cock lay softly against one of her thighs, but it was already beginning to harden at the sight of Harry eyeing her up lustfully.

"You may want to undress, Harry," Cedric suggested, already halfway through doing so himself. Harry nervously began to do so, slowly ridding himself of his clothing. "Let me," a now naked Cedric said to Harry, coming up behind him and taking over. Cedric gently, almost intimately undressed Harry, divesting him of all of his garments, to reveal Harry's naked form. "Relax, don't think too much about anything, just do," Cedric advised Harry into his ear. Ironically, it was Cedric's proximity and the fact that his stiff cock was touching Harry's ass that was making Harry so nervous.

"You're making him even more nervous, Ced," Cho pointed out to her boyfriend and master.

"I'm sure I'm not," Cedric smiled, patting Harry's ass gently with one hand before moving away. Cedric got onto the bed down onto his knees, where Cho mirrored his position and the two kissed passionately. "Why don't you come over here and give Cho another go at that big cock of yours, Harry. I know she's been waiting for another chance," Cedric suggested as he moved round to Cho's ass.

Harry took a couple of steps forward, his cock now at full mast, and stood on the bed before, Cho. Cho reached up and grasped Harry's cock, smiling sweetly up at him before eagerly taking it into her mouth.

Her oral skills were as good as Harry remembered them to be and he gasped as much of his length became submerged in the hot wetness of Cho's mouth. "I think Harry's enjoying that," Cedric chuckled as he firmly fingered Cho's ass, readying her hole for him, not that that was particularly needed.

"He better be," Cho giggled as she kissed her way down his shaft to his balls, taking them into her mouth. "So big and full just for me," Cho said appreciatively, before moaning loudly around them as Cedric inserted several inches of his steely cock into her. "Grab my hair and fuck my face, Harry," Cho instructed him, hanging her mouth open so he could do just that.

"It would be rude not to," Harry joked, now getting into the swing of things, his nervousness dissipating. It was exactly the same as having sex with anyone, he just did not know these people that well, but it seemed that the language of sex was a universal one.

Harry obliged Cho and slammed his cock down her throat with one large thrust. He then rhythmically matched Cedric, the two of them spitroasting Cho in time with one another. Though Harry would occasionally mix it up, holding his cock down her throat, her nose pressed into his pubes, for several seconds, basking in the sensation of Cho's tight throat squeezing his length. "Let him fuck your face like a good slut," Cedric smacked Cho's ass several times as he verbally humiliated her. "Your ass was made for my cock!"

The two boys happily used Cho's holes for several minutes until Cedric pulled out of Cho, admiring her gaped hole and offered to swap with Harry. Harry eagerly accepted and the two switched sides, Harry instantly ramming himself balls deep into the Asian Ravenclaw. "You love being used like a slut don't you?" Cedric asked Cho as he snogged her.

"Yes, master," she squeaked as Harry powerfully fucked her from behind.

"Well then be a good girl and clean your ass off my cock," Cedric condescended, pushing his cock deep into her receptive mouth. "Such a good girl," he told her as he looked down into her watery eyes, that held both lust and love. His own eyes reflected a similar range of emotions, but with a hint of sadism.

Once satisfied that Cho had tasted enough of her own ass Cedric pulled away from Cho and lay down next to her, idly stroking his cock. "How about we both use that perfect ass, Harry?" Cedric asked, though it was clearly far more a command than anything.

Cho squealed excitably at the prospect. She had had her ass double stuffed many times before, whenever Cedric would share her with his Hufflepuff mates. And she loved the unique feeling of having two throbbing pieces of meat sliding against each other inside of her hungry ass. So once Harry had pulled out of her, she eagerly scampered across to Cedric and went to get herself into position. "Other way, slut," Cedric told her, indicating for her to have her back to him and thus be facing Harry when he fucked her. Cho positioned herself as if she was going to ride him reverse cowgirl, and once his cock was buried in her ass she leant back against Cedric's chest and spread her legs for Harry.

Harry had been watching the logistical arrangements with baited breath, eagerly waiting for his time to slip inside of Cho's ass alongside Cedric. Cho's ass had felt exquisite around his cock when it was just him inside of her, so he could only imagine what it would feel like with Cedric's thick cock already filling her. Once she was in place Harry knelt by her, one of his knees between Cedric's legs, one outside of them and spat on his cockhead, vigorously spreading the natural lube.

He placed his cock at Cho's already full entrance and pushed forwards. Cho whimpered lowly as the tip of his dick pushed through the ring of muscle of her ass and entered her cavern once again. Getting his head in was the most difficult task, after that it was a slow and gradual process of feeding her ass more and more inches of meat. Eventually he made it and his balls came to rest against her ass, as well as Cedric's dick. "Such a good anal whore," Cedric reviewed as Harry began to pull his cock back out again.

"Yes, she is," Harry grunted as he pushed back in.

"Mmmmmm," Cho moaned loudly at both the large cock sliding in and out of her ass alongside another and being talked about as if she was not there.

"Such a perfect slut for master," Cedric murmured into Cho's ear as he reached around her and grasped her cock. Cedric began to jerk off her cock, slowly at first but soon matching Harry's now rather intense thrusts.

"Oh Shit! Oh Fuck!" Cho screamed as Harry's cock pistoned in and out of her ass with some speed. "That's it, fuck me! Fuck my slutty whore ass with your big cock!" Cho shouted as Harry continued to advance and retreat upon her cavernous depths. Her loud vocalising was a sign to Cedric, who knew her so well, that she was not far from reaching her climax.

"Are you gonna cum with two fat cocks in your ass?" he goaded. "Cum for me like a good slut, like a good little anal loving whore."

"Oh fuck, oh yes, keep fucking me, Harry!" Cho demanded as she reached her precipice. "Oh Fu- aaaaaaaaaaaah!" she screamed as an orgasm tore through her. Her cock pulsed in Cedric's hand and sent her thick gooey load flying all over her chest.

Unsurprisingly, the powerful orgasm that consumed Cho pushed Harry into his own. He came with several low roars as he covered Cedric's dick and Cho's insides with a warm blanket of creamy liquid. "Fuck," he sighed as he collapsed onto Cho, before sliding off. Cho too slid off of Cedric and onto the bed, cum gently running out of her ass.

"I think I need some cleaning," Cedric chuckled, in reference to the fact that Harry's cum was trailing down his still firm shaft. Harry glanced up into Cedric's face, a boyish smirk was plastered across his features, his grey eyes had a mirthful glimmer to them as he watched what Harry would do.

Harry's eyes then trailed down Cedric's hard body, over his defined abs until they settled upon the eight inches of thickness that was Cedric's phallus. It looked good to Harry, even more so with the creamy dessert atop it. Harry could not resist. He crawled round to between Cedric's legs and eagerly took the Hufflepuff's cock into his mouth, moaning as a pleasant mixture of tastes hit his tongue. "I knew you couldn't resist," Cedric smirked cockily, running a hand through Harry's messy black hair. "Shit, Ginny has you trained well!" Cedric exclaimed in surprise as Harry swallowed Cedric's entire length in one fell swoop. "Such a good boy," he cooed as Harry bobbed his head up and down on his cock, coating his length in saliva. "You've got some competition here," Cedric said loud enough for Cho to hear, though she was still too out of it to respond.

As if eager to prove that he was in fact better than Cho, something Harry found unlikely having now been on the receiving end of Cho's oral excellence twice, Harry moved his mouth further down and loudly slurped on Cedric's full balls. "Oh Merlin," Cedric moaned as Harry bathed his balls in spittle. But Harry was not done there. He moved even further south and indicated to Cedric, by tapping the bottom of his thighs, what he wanted. Cedric eagerly accommodated him and spread his legs so that Harry could get to his ass. Harry buried his face in Cedric's ass licking and lapping at his tight hole. Harry could tell that Cedric was rarely on the receiving end, and the switch in Harry was eager to turn the tables on the Hufflepuff before the night was out. "Ride my cock, Harry, before I cum," Cedric ordered Harry, returning his legs to the mattress.

Harry clambered atop Cedric and held his cock steady and soon dropped down onto it until he was completely filled. "Such a nice ass," Cedric complimented Harry as Harry leaned backwards and began to ride him, his spent cock flopping uselessly up and down.

"Such a nice dick," Harry complimented back, smiling at Cedric as he rode him. Harry had had thicker and longer but Cedric was still rather girthy and eight inches was hardly small. It still felt incredible as he raised and lowered himself on Cedric's cock, his prostate being hit with every withdrawal and re-entry.

After a few minutes of simply watching Harry bounce up and down on his cock Cedric sat up and pulled Harry towards him. Cedrick took Harry's lips with his own, kissing him forcefully. Their tongues battled for supremacy as Harry gently grinded on Cedric's shaft, whimpering gently into the Champion's mouth. "I need to bend you over and watch that tight ass jiggle," Cedric growled, prompting Harry to back off his cock get on his hands and knees. "Fuck, this ass is so sexy!" Cedric exclaimed, smacking it hard with two hands. "In our game last year, I spent more time staring at this than I did looking for the Snitch," Cedric confessed as he slipped inside of Harry with a grunt.

"Maybe if you hadn't I wouldn't have fallen off my broom," Harry replied.

"Can't blame me when this ass is just so damn hot," Cedric said as he shoved himself all the way inside of Harry. Cedric grabbed Harry's hair with one hand and held onto a hip with the other before roughly thrusting back and forth. He mercilessly slammed himself inside of Harry, the boy's tight ass bringing out something aggressively bestial within him.

"Fu-uck-uck-uck-uck," Harry moaned incoherently as he was used like a ragdoll by his fellow Champion. "You fe-eeee-el so goo-ooo-od," Harry just about managed to say.

"You feel even fucking better," Cedric snarled as he thrust forward with particular viciousness. Harry's arms collapsed and he slumped forward, his legs soon following, until he was lying on his front Cedric slamming down into him from above, pronebone. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Cedric warned into Harry's ear. The Hufflepuff seeker had one arm out in front of them, holding Harry's wrists together, exposing his body completely to his mercy. His other hand was in Harry's mess of black hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck in order for him to bury his face in it. "Beg me for my cum!" he commanded.

"Please cum in my ass," Harry whined. "Please paint my slutty ass with your hot seed," Harry begged really getting into the power dynamic. "Pleeeeease fill me up!"

And with that Cedric lost it. "Fuuuuuuuck!" he roared as he buried his face in the crook of Harry's neck and bit down. His cock exploded, as did every nerve in his body, in a dazzling display of pleasure. He did indeed paint Harry's ass with his hot seed, before finally slumping on top of the boy, and gently kissing the bite marks in his neck. "You really bring something out of me," Cedric admitted to Harry.

"That was so fucking hot," Cho commented, slowly stroking her hardening member.

"Well, you can come over here and lick my seed from his ass," Cedric told her as he reluctantly rolled off of Harry. As Cho got to work, sucking up Cedric's hot cum from Harry's red ass, Cedric lay on his side next to Harry and planted kisses all over his face. No one could say that Cedric did not treat his sluts well.

The next several hours were a blur of orgasmic pleasure as all three of them fucked repeatedly in a variety of positions. The finale of which was Cedric relinquishing his ass to Harry, the Gryffindor making the most of the opportunity by ruthlessly pounding him until he pulled out and shot his load all over Cho's beaming face.

They reset the classroom and then Cedric and Cho walked Harry back to the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, waking a very annoyed Fat Lady. "We'll do this again, yeah?" Cedric asked Harry for clarification.

"Definitely," Harry replied eagerly. Cedric and Cho swapped goodbye kisses with Harry, before strolling away, hand-in-hand, to Cedric's bed in the Hufflepuff dormitories.

It would only be with posterity that the tragedy of that promise would become evident. But for a little while longer the three would remain oblivious, and one would never know.

Ginny and Hermione had rather felt like Slytherins as they followed a couple of corridors behind Harry and Cedric underneath Harry's cloak. They were certain that Rita Skeeter would turn up, it would be too hard for her to resist, with two Champions together in one place.

The two girls had noticed a suspicious green bug flying around their table in the Great Hall at some meals, and so they had made the assumption that she simply picked a Champion to follow around for the day and did so until she eventually got a story worth telling. Thankfully, whatever Charms used for the ritual had successfully kept her at bay, for there had been no article about it in the Prophet. And Skeeter definitely would have written one if she had been watching.

As Harry and Cedric came to their destination, Ginny and Hermione peered around the corner, cloak still on. And lo and behold, there was the green bug. Quietly whipping their wands out, the two girls fired the Petrificus Totalus curse at it. Both of them hit their mark and the bug dropped to the floor, just as Cedric closed the door behind Harry and himself.

They stepped out from beneath the cloak and quietly snuck down the corridor to where Rita Skeeter lay in bug form. Hermione carefully picked her up in one hand and the two girls scurried along to another classroom.

Once they had reached a classroom that was suitably far from where Harry, Cedric and Cho were enjoying each other's company, Hermione placed the bug back on the floor. Using, the same spell that she had witnessed Sirius Black and Remus Lupin use on Peter Pettigrew the year before, Hermione turned Rita back to her natural human form. Then Ginny released the full body bind curse, but both kept their wands at the ready.

"What the hell do you think you two hussies are playing at!" Rita screeched as she stood up. "You'll be sorry for what you just did!"

"Oh, I don't think we'll be having any of that, Rita," Hermione said calmly. "Because we know your little secret."

"And I don't think the Ministry would be too happy about it," Ginny added, the threat clear.

"Why would they listen to little schoolgirls?" Rita asked, trying not to show her fear.

"There are many in the Ministry that would love any opportunity to take you down. You've made a lot of enemies over the years, Rita," Hermione explained.

"Even the smallest of clues that they could get you and they'd take it. Even if it was from two 'little schoolgirls'," Ginny smirked confidently.

"Ok, what do you want?" Rita asked.

"Not only will you never write a negative article about Harry, Fleur, Ron, Ginny, Cedric, Viktor and so on again, but you will also be our mouthpiece," Hermione laid out the terms.

"So you want me to be your propagandist?" Rita sought to clarify.

"Yes, in the sense that all news is propaganda. But you'll be telling the truth," Hermione said. "A new concept to you, I know."

"No one cares about the truth, dear," Rita laughed cynically.

"But that's what you'll be saying," Ginny said firmly.

"And what if I simply register as an Animagus now?" Rita asked, playing her final card.

"I'm sure the Ministers you've made enemies would be happy to ascertain whether or not you are indeed a new Animagus with a little bit of Veritaseum," Hermione smirked. "Plus, some of your sources, those that know of your secret have had a recent change of heart. I'm sure their testimony will sound great in court," she added.

Beads of sweat clung to Rita's forehead as she realised quite how defeated she was. For years she had been able to spy on the famous and powerful with impunity. And her journalistic career existed almost solely because of it. But now it was all crashing down and all because of a couple of meddling kids. "Do you need me to sign something in agreement?" Rita sighed in defeat.

"We have another way for you to show your loyalty," Ginny smirked as she and Hermione dropped their skirts and underwear, revealing their hardening cocks.

"And how will this demonstrate my loyalty?" Rita asked as she stared at the two beautiful rods of meat before her.

"You'll see," Ginny said cryptically.

Rita dropped to her knees before the girls and started on Hermione first, slowly taking the girl's shaft into her mouth. But she was quickly interrupted by an unmistakeable bright flash. "Really?" Rita asked in an annoyed tone, glaring at the camera wielding Ginny.

"Really," Ginny smiled back at her. Rita simply huffed and got back to it. Ginny lined up another shot with Colin Creevey's camera. She had exchanged a flash of her tits with Colin for not only his camera but also him developing the film no questions asked. Colin had readily agreed. And Ginny's breasts had been worth it, in his mind.

Ginny and Hermione left that random classroom an hour later; sexually satiated, revenge complete and with photographic evidence of everything.

Rita left ten minutes after them in her bug form, with her dignity still in the classroom.

She had been brutally face-fucked and her ass had then been resized by the two girls' monster shafts. Before the girls allowed her to cum with an insult laden handjob. Rita had been humiliated but had also had a deeply satisfying orgasm.

It was her new reality.

And that was the truth.

Though one would not be able to tell, Narcissa was nervous. She never got nervous. Schoolgirls with crushes got nervous, not her. Not Narcissa Malfoy, in all her austere magnificence. But the prospect of seeing her sister after so long, a prospect that increased in likelihood with each outwardly confident stride, made her nervous.

Having visited Bella and having seen the remarkable change in her since the Coven had restarted, Narcissa knew that there was no choice but to reach out to Andromeda. The consequences of Bella's change were far more severe than they first appeared.

In normal circumstances Narcissa would simply be happy that her sister had returned, but she would hardly be upset that she was to remain in Azkaban. After all, she did commit a crime heinous in every way. And Narcissa had been happy to see 'the thing' that had replaced her sister go to Azkaban. She was better out of public.

However, this was not the only recent development. The fact that both Lucius and Bellatrix had informed her that they felt him getting stronger meant that talking to Andromeda was of vital importance. Narcissa wanted Bellatrix to play the role of her former self for as little time as possible. They needed to find out who had restarted the Coven and hopefully even participate. And for Bellatrix's sake, they needed someone who may hear her out, who would at least protect her if she chose to defect. Azkaban would not be an option whilst Voldemort was at large. With his imminent return the identity of the Coven and its new constituents was a vital piece of information.

Thus, Narcissa was nervous.

She had apparated to a dimly lit alleyway near where Andromeda lived, she had visited several times over the years. Not that Andi ever knew it. But she had, just to see her, if only briefly and from afar. Those times she disguised herself, using glamours to change her features. But this time she would be going as Narcissa Malfoy, not Pureblood wife Narcissa Malfoy, but sister Narcissa. More Narcissa Black than anything.

She approached the unassuming house slower than she had previously been walking. Somehow actually directly approaching the door made her more anxious. She took a deep breath, now standing on the doorstep, under the porch.

The door was darkly coloured, difficult to tell exactly what shade in the dark. 'Black, perhaps,' Narcissa mused to herself. Then she shook herself from her thoughts and knocked.

Nothing.

Voices.

Movement.

The door swung open and there before her stood her sister, Andromeda Black (now Tonks of course), looking as beautiful as ever despite being casually dressed in muggle clothing. Her hair was cut short, into a black bob that framed her face perfectly. The sharp features of her youth had remained, but her face was beginning to show some signs of aging. But not as much as Narcissa's did in the mornings, and certainly not as much as Bellatrix's now did.

Her eyes, a deep, soulful brown looked at Narcissa at first with perplexity and some mild annoyance at her dinner being interrupted. But then the look turned to shock before, as was inevitable, turning to anger. "How dare you," Andromeda said in a low, quiet voice. "How fucking dare you!" she bellowed, her eyes ablaze with a glorious fury.

"Andi, please," Narcissa pleaded, taking a step closer to the entrance.

"You don't get to call me that," Andromeda fumed. "Not anymore."

"Who is it?" came a voice from behind Andromeda. And then Ted Tonks' frame filled the doorway, alongside Andromeda's. "Oh," he said, quickly realising the severity of the situation. "Y'know I have very suddenly developed a desire for a walk," he said, grabbing his coat from the hook by the door. "Some fresh air would do me some good," he announced. "I'll be back in a bit, honey," he told Andromeda kissing her gently and reassuringly on the cheek. "Narcissa," he bid the blonde standing at the entrance.

"Ted," she replied coldly. Though it was very much her family's reaction and not him that was to blame for what had occurred, she still had a hard time delineating between the two.

Once Ted had cleared the drive and began whistling down the street, Andromeda broke the silence between the two. "My husband seems to have decided that you are coming in," she said.

"It seems so," Narcissa replied, the subtext was clear.

"Normally at this point I would offer you a drink," Andromeda said to Narcissa once they had reached the kitchen, Narcissa having closed the front door behind her. "But a drink is a tool for extending conversation and I want this to be over with as quick as possible," she said bluntly.

"I take no offence," Narcissa replied as she sat at the kitchen table that was still covered in food and related paraphernalia.

"You are in no position to take offence from a single word I utter," Andromeda snapped, as she leant against a countertop. Narcissa knew she was in for a tough time. But she also knew that she deserved it.

"I may as well get to the point," Narcissa said. "Did you-"

"Yes," Andromeda interrupted. "I felt it, the magic of the Coven. Someone, or some people I should say, have restarted it. But I do not know who."

"Oh," said Narcissa slightly lost as to how to approach the next topic now that the easy one was out of the way. She had hoped for the two to transition smoothly, but her sister's interruption had ended that hope.

"I don't truly see why this fact warranted a visit from a Pureblood wife to a lowly blood-traitor's house in a Muggle neighbourhood though. Some kids found out about the Coven and are having some orgies, so what?" Andromeda said sharply.

Narcissa winced at Andromeda's words but did not respond. "There is another piece of information, one that should probably not leave this room," Narcissa started.

"I'm making zero promises," Andromeda replied.

Narcissa continued. "He is getting stronger, he will return," she whispered.

"Impossible," Andromeda said, instantly dispelling the notion.

"Two people have told me of this separately," Narcissa argued. "He always did say that he had found a way to cheat death, that he could not die."

"Impossible," Andromeda repeated, the colour of her anger now drained from her face. Fear replaced it. She sat down at the kitchen table, one seat along from where Narcissa sat.

"I went to see Bella, Cissy. The ritual still worked even though she was not a direct participant," Narcissa explained. Andromeda's head snapped to Narcissa's upon hearing the name of their other sister.

"The madness may have abated for now, but the bigotry is still there," Andromeda said, the bitterness dripping from every syllable.

"It is," Narcissa admitted. "But she is still our sister, we must still help her."

"Why must I?" Andromeda asked. "You ought, you share the same views after all. But she would not help me. For literal decades now she has ignored me, tried to rid me from her mind. Or worse, cursed me as a blood-traitor. Why on earth should I help her, hm?" Andromeda stood back up again, working herself up as she spoke. "I owed her something when we were sisters, but we have not been sisters for years. She made that quite clear," she spat.

"We can change her, help her. If we do nothing she will fall back into the clutches of her madness, back to him," Narcissa debated.

"They deserve each other. The power-hungry madman and his overzealous whore!" Andromeda shouted. "I work at St Mungo's; I have seen what she did. I know what she is and what she will always be. She may have you fooled, but I will not help her! She is beneath my help, beneath my fucking contempt even. I hope she rots in her cell!"

"Andi please, be rational," Narcissa stood and tried to calm her sister down, though she knew form childhood that Andromeda, when in a rage, could be equally as vindictive and destructive as Bellatrix.

Andromeda turned to Narcissa. "Rational! You may not be quite as fervent in your bigotry as her, but you're hardly a bastion of decency!"

"You know I was never into-" Narcissa tried to justify herself.

"Your apathy reeks of privilege," Andromeda cut her off sharply.

"Andromeda please, I want to change. I want to help change Bella. I want to be better. I do not want the world that he wants, please you must see that," Narcissa pleaded, desperately.

"I must do nothing, except tell you to leave," Andromeda said, her anger replaced by a cold calm.

"But-"

"Out!"

Narcissa sighed in defeat. "I can see that you are decided," she conceded. "You know where I am if you ever want to talk," Narcissa said as she turned and headed for the door, having never actually shed any layers of clothing.

Andromeda waited until she heard the door shut before collapsing into a chair and sobbing. Narcissa would mirror the action once she arrived home, but in the relative privacy of the bathroom.

They both mourned for the same reason. For the loss of two sisters.

But there was a little hope yet. A little blossom of the good that could be.

Though it was yet to bloom.

A/N: We're back to our usual Friday schedule now for the final two chapters!

Now we have the introduction of the third Black sister, the dynamic between the three will be important in the sequel (if I ever get round to writing it).

And McGonagall is starting to fall apart a bit, bless (the scene with Gabi I just had to write cause FanFictionWriter's scene of the same pairing in Sensations is so hot!

I know not everyone will have liked the Cedric/Harry bits but, well, just skip over it I guess...

Really was a perfect song name for this chapter!

Have a good weekend y'all ;)