Hermione Granger liked to think that she was a good person. As a child, she prided herself on following the rules set forth by the authority figures around her and being as good as she could be. Being a stickler for the rules left her without friends, though, and when she finally did make friends, they in turn made her more willing to ignore the rules. She had always stuck to one rule above all, however: that if she was going to break any of the others, it had to be for a good reason.
The brunette witch had broken the rules countless times over the last few years to help her friends. She couldn't even bring herself to feel bad about her transgressions, given that the nature of the problems she had to help her friends with was so often life and death. She had always promised herself that if she was going to do something that she knew was wrong, it would be for a reason that wasn't purely selfish. Until her sixth year, she held to that.
She shuddered the moment she heard it, the silence. Silencing charms are tricky things to get right. If you perform it perfectly, it eliminates all sound from the area in question without anyone knowing any better. You have to be subtle about it, however, because if you overdo it, you can actually be detected by just how quiet it is. An empty room is quiet, but rarely truly silent. Performed poorly, a silencing charm leaves a noticeable void in space, a place from which no sounds at all escape.
"I should walk away," she thought to herself, "or better yet, I should go in, dock points, and send them away like I would for anyone else I found on my Prefect rounds."
She had thought that to herself every time since she first stumbled on what was currently making her grow wet between her thighs. Like every time before, she ignored the thought and quietly opened the door to the abandoned classroom they had chosen for the night.
A whimper escaped her lips as she took in the sight the door had been hiding from her. Bent over a desk, naked as the day she was born, Ginny Weasley held onto the wood so tightly that her knuckles were white as the equally naked Harry Potter absolutely pounded her from behind.
Hermione felt her pulse quicken even further at the sight and bit her lip. She liked to think that she was a good person; more than that, she liked to think that she wasn't a pervert, but how could anyone who liked to watch their best friend fuck his girlfriend be called anything else?
She couldn't hear them, of course; she couldn't hear the sounds of Harry's pelvis smacking Ginny's surprisingly large arse every time he bottomed out inside her. She couldn't hear Ginny's screaming either, but just like the clapping sounds that she was sure were echoing though that room, she could tell from the look on the beautiful redhead's face that she was crying out every time he thrust inside her.
Hermione felt her nipples turn to stone as she watched them, and her panties quickly became soaked through. She had no idea Harry had developed such an incredible physique. The last time she had seen him without a shirt on had been the second task of the Triwizard Tournament, and she had been rather preoccupied at the time. Seeing his rippling muscles shine with sweat under the light of the full moon from the strain of satisfying his insatiable girlfriend made her wonder how she had never noticed just how gorgeous he really was.
Insatiable was the only word Hermione could use for the girl she genuinely counted as a friend. This was the third time that week that she had stumbled across the amorous couple, and it was only Thursday. Ginny's equally sweaty form went taut just then, her back arching and her mouth hanging open as if she were screaming at the top of her lungs. A gush of fluid shot from her cunt then, adding to the puddle on the floor that Hermione hadn't noticed until then. Harry's measured thrusts lost all rythym as he clearly finished as well, shooting his thick, creamy load deep inside his girlfriend. Just as he pulled his softening, positively massive cock out of Ginny, Hermione carefully shut the door and ran.
She ducked inside the first classroom she saw, closed the door behind her, and reached under her skirt. Her sodden, ruined underwear peeled rapidly from her skin as she thrust her hand inside to rub her throbbing clit. As turned on as she was, it took barely any time or effort before she had to bite her other fist to muffle her orgasmic cries.
Hermione slumped into the nearest chair and buried her face in her drier hand. For not the first time, she wondered how the hell it had actually come to this. She supposed it all started when she did something she had done hundreds of times before: be a good friend to Harry.
When Harry asked her if Ginny was seeing anyone, Hermione hadn't thought twice about saying that she was seeing Dean Thomas. The younger girl had told her as much, and as she had assumed that Harry's question was out of curiosity, she had passed it on. It hadn't been until she saw his eyes dim a little at her reply that she realized he had been asking out of actual interest, and she was torn on just what to do.
If he had noticed the fiery redhead years ago, the younger girl would have returned his interest and affection without reservations. Ginny seemed to have gotten over her crush, however, and that seemed to be that. His lack of interest up to that point was why Hermione had thought that he was just asking about a friend's love life rather than inquiring about a girl he wanted to date. She might have questioned the sudden interest, but Ginny had gone up two cup sizes over the summer, and Harry was a teenage boy; a certain degree of shallowness was to be assumed.
As much as Hermione tried to tell herself to leave it alone and not interfere, she couldn't help it. There was no harm in asking Ginny about her fledgling relationship with Dean, since she was pretty sure that they had just written to each other over the summer and hadn't actually been on a date yet. If that wasn't the case, or if Ginny was well and truly over her crush on Harry, then she would leave well enough alone.
"Hey, Ginny," she said as she entered the girl's room, "do you have a minute?"
"Sure, Hermione," Ginny replied.
"I was wondering," Hermione said, "have you and Dean been on a date yet?"
"No," Ginny replied, looking confused. "I broke up with Michael in May and didn't feel like dating again for a bit. Dean asked to write me over the summer, and it's been nice. He's rather sweet and bloody fit besides. Why?"
"Oh, it's just that Harry was wondering if you were seeing anyone, and I couldn't recall if you had started seeing Dean at the end of last year or if you'd just written him over the summer," Hermione said as she turned to look through her trunk. That was a perfectly neutral way to phrase the comment. If Ginny had no interest left in Harry, it could be written off as her brother's best mate casually asking about her.
"Say, did I ever get around giving you my Astronomy text from last year?" she asked, rooting through the trunk in earnest by then. "I doubt it'll change this year, so you'll be set on that..."
She trailed off as she caught a glimpse of Ginny's dumbstruck expression in her mirror.
"Harry asked what?" the redhead asked, her voice small and unusually timid.
"If you were seeing anyone," Hermione replied.
"Why?" Ginny asked. "Why would he ask that?"
"I don't know," Hermione replied honestly.
"Did you tell him I was seeing Dean?" Ginny asked, and at her nod, she added, "how did he respond?"
Hermione could already see the embers of hope in Ginny's eyes and felt safe saying, "to be honest, Ginny, he looked disappointed."
"Oh gods!" Ginny exclaimed breathlessly. "Oh Merlin, why? Why now? This is just like the bloody Yule Ball all over again. Why does that infuriating arse only ever want anything to do with me at the worst possible times!?"
"You said you had only been writing to Dean," Hermione said, trying to calm her.
"I promised to go to Hogsmeade with him for the first weekend," Ginny said, sounding like the world was ending. "We've been writing all summer, flirting back and forth. I like him."
"So go out with him," Hermione said. "Harry's had plenty of time to notice that you're a girl. If he's too late, that's on him."
"Hermione, he's Harry," Ginny said. "He was my first crush, not the fake him I read about as a girl, the boy who risked his life and nearly died saving my dumb arse because I was his friend's sister. He's the kindest, bravest, most selfless boy I know, and he's a moody, sarcastic arse who'd sooner lose a limb than tell you when something's bothering him. I know him, the good and the bad, and there isn't a bloke on Earth I'd choose over him!"
"Then you know what you want to do," Hermione said. "Talk to him, spend time with him, and make sure that I saw what I thought I did before you write anything to Dean. Also, keep in mind that he's thick as a post when it comes to girls, so try to be direct."
"You're right," Ginny said, "I'd still feel bad leaving things up in the air with Dean for now, though."
"You don't have a boyfriend, Ginny," Hermione sighed. "You have a boy that you made tentative, cancelable plans with. This isn't the Yule Ball either; you wouldn't be leaving him in the lurch like you would have left Neville back then."
Hermione had left it at that, content in the knowledge that she had probably helped Harry out. Harry and Ginny spent most of the rest of the Summer together, and as far as Hermione knew, Ginny had called things off with Dean that day. By the time they returned to Hogwarts, the two were a couple, and Harry looked happier than she could ever remember seeing him.
When Ginny and Harry started sleeping together, Hermione had no idea. It could have started three dates in, or, for all she knew, it could have started three minutes after her conversation with the younger girl. All she did know was that by Halloween, they had already been together multiple times, because what she walked in on could hardly be anyone's first time.
"Now back to your common rooms, the both of you," Hermione ordered the fourth-year couple she had caught kissing in a broom cupboard, "and if I catch you again, I'll be required to inform your heads of house."
She watched them scurry off towards the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff common rooms, respectively, and sighed. Eleven year old her would have reveled in this; the opportunity to wield power and be an actual authority figure in her own right. Present-day her was not so enthused, but she did still enjoy being a prefect. That badge was an honor and a responsibility, something that she took seriously. That it was a sign that she had excelled in her studies as well did not exactly hurt her fondness for it.
She was about to head back to her own common room when she passed a classroom door that was far too quiet. Walking back and forth a couple times, she noticed what a stark difference there was between the door and the stone walls on either side of it past a certain point. There was a definite void over the room, as if no sound could get through. Silencing charms meant someone far older and more experienced than the couple she had just berated. She slipped her wand into her hand and unlocked the door before carefully opening it a crack to look inside.
She gasped at the sight. Harry, one of her oldest and dearest friends, was standing there completely naked while his girlfriend fellated him. Harry was facing the door and would have seen her for sure if his glasses were on. Ginny was on her knees, bobbing her head up and down his length and repeatedly holding for a few seconds at a time with her nose buried in his pubic hair. This was clearly not the beginning of their evening, if the thick white streaks running down the redhead's thighs were any indicator. Harry's face was a picture of bliss, and he looked happier than she could ever remember seeing him.
Ginny pulled back for air and started stroking him with both hands. Hermione's jaw dropped at the size of him; he had to be at least eight inches long and incredibly thick. The fact that Ginny had been taking him into her throat as effortlessly as it seemed she was was proof enough that this was not their first time together.
"Ride me," she thought she saw Harry say. It turned out a moment later that she truly could read lips as Harry grabbed his wand and summoned a chair over to where they were standing. He sat down, and Ginny crawled into his lap, her mouth forming a clear o as she sank down onto him.
"What the hell am I doing?" Hermione asked herself mentally. "I should be going in there and breaking them up, docking points, and sending them to bed with a warning."
She was doing none of those things. Instead, she was standing still as a statue, her racing heart the only part of her body that could move. After a moment, she remembered to breathe, yet still she could not look away. Ginny looked gorgeous riding Harry, her long hair looking more and more like a mane of fire as it grew wilder and less tamed. Ginny herself looked like a wild beast, her face a picture of triumphant rapture. Through the slits in the chair, Hermione could see the surprisingly defined muscles of Harry's strong back flex as he moved in perfect time with his girlfriend. Slowly, Hermione's right hand moved closer and closer to her, until it was right between her legs.
The pleasure hit her, and she wretched her hand back as though electrocuted. Without a moment's hesitation, she closed the door and ran as fast as she could towards the Gryffindor common room. She had no idea what came over her, but she knew that she needed to get far away from the couple she had nearly masturbated in public to.
It had only gotten worse from there. Soon, Hermione could hardly complete her prefect rounds without coming across one of the clearly silenced doors. The thought of barging in and ordering them to leave, or even just reporting them like she should have, didn't even occur to her after the first time. She had successfully walked past them a couple times, restraining herself from what she so desperately wanted to do, but most times she peeked inside and watched.
She supposed it was the adrenaline rush, something she had experienced many times before for far more life-threatening reasons. She knew if she was ever caught, it would be horrible. Harry and Ginny would be furious with her, and she'd never be able to look either in the eye again. If word spread, she'd have to leave the school. There was no way that she could endure the shame of her perversion getting out. The idea of everyone finding out just how much she liked to watch her friends fuck was mortifying beyond imagining, and she guessed that there was a certain thrill in taking that risk over and over again.
Or she was just a giant pervert.
"I have to stop doing this," Hermione groaned as she stood up and left the room. It wasn't the first time she had said that to herself, and she knew that it was unlikely to be the last.
The next evening, Hermione was enjoying a peaceful cup of tea in the Gryffindor common room when Ginny sat down next to her.
"Thanks for the Charms tip, Hermione," Ginny said immediately after sitting down. "It worked like, well, a charm once I knew what I was doing."
"Happy to help, Ginny," Hermione replied tiredly.
"You okay?" Ginny asked.
"I didn't sleep very well last night," Hermione replied.
"You know what I find helps with that is…" Ginny trailed off.
Hermione looked over and saw that Ginny's eyes had darkened. When she looked over to see what had taken the other girl's focus and put that look in her eyes, she fought the urge to roll her own eyes. Harry had walked in and immediately locked eyes with his girlfriend, the look on his face mirroring hers. They were both looking like they would happily take each other right there in the Common room if they could.
"A pair of rabbits, I swear," she thought to herself. "Didn't they get enough last night?"
"Hey," Harry said in greeting, his voice downright giddy.
"Hey," Ginny replied, sounding breathlessly excited herself.
Harry reached down to kiss her, and Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Oi," Ron interrupted, "could you not snog my sister right in front of me?"
"Are you of all people actually asking that right now?" Hermione couldn't help but ask.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Before Hermione could reply, an excited cry of "Won Won!" cut her off.
Hermione cringed as her bubbly blonde dormmate wrapped her arms around Ron and dragged him down for a passionate kiss. She looked away, trying to ignore the gnawing pain in her chest.
"At least we're not that bad," Harry murmured quietly to Ginny.
"Not in front of others," Hermione replied without thinking.
She froze, and when Ginny gave her an incredulous look, she began to panic. Muttering that she'd see them later, she grabbed her things and took off up the stairs to her dormroom.
"Okay, what I said was unwise, but it doesn't directly imply anything," she thought to herself, trying to calm her panic. "If either ask, I can just say that they are clearly very, very into each other."
"Hermione?" Ginny asked, entering the room.
"Ye...yes?" she stammered as she turned to look at the younger girl.
"I think we should talk," Ginny said, casting a silencing charm over the room.
"Oh no," Hermione thought to herself in horror.
"I owe you an apology," Ginny said, looking awkward.
"Wait, what?" Hermione wondered.
"I know you've been watching us, Harry and I," Ginny said.
The sudden pit in Hermione's stomach was matched only by her confusion.
"Why would you need to apologize?" she asked, her voice filled with dread.
"Because I've known the whole time," Ginny admitted. "That first time you found us, we were going to the Room of Requirement, but we were both so horny that we ducked into the first room we passed. When I saw you peering in, at first I was glad it was you instead of another prefect, but then I saw the look on your face…"
She trailed off for a moment before continuing, "you looked so shocked; you were frozen stiff, but I saw something else on your flushed face: desire. I came so hard I squirted just as you fled."
"You've been intentionally having sex where I could find you!" Hermione exclaimed as she connected the dots.
"I told Harry that the thrill of fucking in public and risking getting caught was what was really getting me going, but the truth was it was being watched," Ginny admitted.
"Do you have any idea how bad I've felt about all this?" Hermione asked.
"You never brought it up, so I thought we were both enjoying our perverse little secrets," Ginny replied with a shrug. "It wasn't until I saw the look of horror on your face just now that I realized you weren't enjoying this as much as I was.
"I've felt so dirty," Hermione said, "like this enormous pervert."
"We all have our kinks," Ginny said, "you just happen to enjoy watching others have sex."
"Harry has no idea and I had no idea that you knew," Hermione argued. "I asked for permission from neither of you; it was wrong. I tried to stop so many times, but every time I passed a clearly silenced door, it was just so tempting."
"Tell me something," Ginny said, "was it watching people have sex or specifically watching Harry have sex with me that did it for you?"
"I honestly wouldn't know," Hermione replied. "I've encountered couples in various states of undress as a prefect, but never anyone quite as involved as you two.
Hermione just glared at her when Ginny laughed in response.
"Look, Hermione, we'll stick to the Room of Requirement or somewhere else appropriate from now on," Ginny promised.
Hermione felt both relieved and disappointed at that. As Ginny got up, she canceled the spell and walked off. Before she reached the door, though, she turned back around.
"You know Harry wouldn't mind if he knew," Ginny said. "He and I have very similar tastes."
"I know perfectly well how compatiable you are," Hermione replied dryly. "I'd still rather he didn't know."
"What if you could get a front-row seat?" she asked.
Hermione's jaw dropped, and words failed her.
"Just think it over," Ginny continued. "There'd be no need to hide anything then."
As Hermione watched Ginny leave, a shudder went through her body. Watching the two of them through a door that was opened just a crack was one thing, but being in the same room with the both of them knowing that she was there…
She shook her head and willed herself to put it out of her mind. What she needed was a trip to the library and to engross herself in an assignment, not to think about the oversexed couple she had been touching herself to the thought of for weeks.
The next week was both better and worse for Hermione as she returned to her old normal. There were no clearly silenced doors on her patrols to tempt her, as Ginny kept her word. Hermione focused on her classes and other responsibilities and tried not to think about what went on in the Room of Requirement more nights than not. All in all, she should have been glad to have that short, confusing chapter of her life end, and to some extent she was. That didn't make Ginny's offer any less tempting, though.
It was like the idea had wormed its way deep into her brain and refused to budge. She didn't even know why she found it so alluring. Watching Ron and Lavender devour each other's faces made her heart ache, but it also repulsed her. Watching Harry and Ginny consume each other, on the other hand, was entirely different. It was like realizing that she had wanted something all her life but had never known it. The passion between them was palpable, and the sex was so much more intense and athletic than anything she had ever fantasized about.
The elicit thrill of doing something she knew she shouldn't and the adrenaline rush she got when she thought about getting caught had been a large part of what she enjoyed about her voyeurism, but she hadn't realized how much she had just enjoyed watching that passion until she stopped. She had lasted less than a week before asking Ginny if she was still interested in letting her watch them.
"Yes!" had been the enthusiastic response she had gotten, along with a tight hug from the excited redhead.
Which was what led to Hermione standing outside the door to the Room of Requirement, just about to knock.
Any time now.
"This is ridiculous," she murmured to herself. Being nervous was understandable, but a young woman who had faced death more than once should not be afraid of sex. Just as she had summoned up the courage to finally knock, however, the door opened, and Hermione was greeted by the sight of a gloriously shirtless Harry.
"Um, hi Hermione," he said, clearly feeling as awkward as she did.
"Hi Harry," she returned.
"Bring her in," Ginny's voice called from within the room.
Harry and Hermione just stared at each other for a moment before they both laughed.
"She had to talk you into this, I take it?" Hermione asked as she entered the room.
"I can't believe she talked you into it," Harry replied.
"Well, she's…" Hermione trailed off as she took in the room. A very large bed was at the center of the richly decorated bedroom, decked out in the red and gold of their house. It was well lit, clearly meant to allow everyone inside to see everything. Across from the bed was a single, very comfortable-looking chair, her seat for the evening.
"...Persuasive," she finished.
"I'm so glad you came," Ginny gushed from the bed she was lying down on. The beautiful redhead was wearing nothing but a pair of simple looking cotton panties, her lithe, athletic-looking form on nearly full display.
"I think I might just," she thought to herself, intimately aware of the fact that she was alone in the room with two incredibly attractive people wearing very little clothing.
"We were beginning to think you wouldn't be," Harry said.
"We very nearly started without you before I remembered to check the map," Ginny added.
"Right, the map," Hermione thought to herself. In her trepidation, she had forgotten that they would likely know if she was coming.
"Looks like you did start," she said.
"Well, I have such a hard time keeping my hands off this handsome stud when we're alone," Ginny said, her voice breathy.
"Ginny," Harry said, sounding oddly bashful.
"It doesn't matter how many times I fuck him, he still has a hard time accepting that I think he's the most gorgeous man in the castle," Ginny sighed before getting a mischievous look on her face. "Isn't he gorgeous Hermione?"
She was so taken aback by the question that she stared at Ginny, gobsmacked, for a moment. As she turned to look at the equally surprised Harry, though, she couldn't help but wonder what else she could call him. Among the many surprises she had had while watching him and Ginny over the last few weeks, just how strong he looked was one of the biggest.
She knew he was athletic and that between Quidditch training and just trying to stay alive the last few years, he had worked out more than the average boy their age, but seeing him there, she was again surprised at just how good he looked. He had a classic swimmer's build, muscular without being bulky in the slightest. Between that, his handsome face, and the massive bulge in his pants, she had to force herself not to look anywhere near; she couldn't help but think he was attractive.
"Yes," she said simply.
Harry's eyes widened at her response and he looked like he was about to say something when Ginny said, "alright, so I set up your chair for you..."
"Hermione I have to ask before we start," Harry said, cutting Ginny off, "are you really okay with this?"
"I am," she replied. "Ginny explained that you two wanted to experiment with having an audience, and I'm really the only option you both trust who wouldn't vomit at the very thought. As for me, I think it'll be educational."
"Educational?" Harry asked, ignoring Ginny's audible snort.
"Yes," she replied, looking away and making her way over to the chair. As she sat down, she had to admit that Ginny had gone all out in arranging the furnishings, since she was pretty sure that this room didn't come out of Harry's mind; the chair was every bit as comfortable as it looked.
"I think you know your role in all this," Ginny said teasingly, crooking a finger towards Harry to beckon him over.
"You know I do," Harry replied, his eyes growing dark with lust as he focused on her.
It was that 'I could have you right here, right now' look that those two gave each other multiple times a day.
"I wish Harry would...I wish a boy would look at me like that," she thought to herself.
He made his way to the bed and was on her the second she was within reach. Watching the two kiss was incredible in itself. There was nothing soft or particularly romantic about the kiss. It was more akin to two snarling beasts battling for dominance than the chaste romantic embraces she had dreamed of. Her only experience was a polite kiss from Viktor at the end of their Yule Ball date. Ginny whimpered into Harry's mouth, and Hermione froze.
Hermione had watched them have sex multiple times, but she had never heard anything; the silencing charms had always made sure of that. Even Ginny's whimper had been more arousing than just watching them in silence had ever been and Hermione whimpered as well as she felt her nipples harden in her bra. She brought her feet up in the chair and removed her shoes and socks, neatly placing them next to her on the floor. She was going to be hot enough as she indulged herself with this perverse treat; there was no need to be any warmer than necessary.
"Oh fuck," Ginny moaned as Harry buried his face in her neck, kissing as he went. He went further down along her body until his face was between her breasts. Ginny's ass was her best feature from what Hermione had seen, but her breasts were lovely as well. Full and firm, capped by small, pale pink nipples.
The gorgeous redhead gasped when Harry took one of her clearly hard nipples between his lips. Her fingers snaked into his hair, and she held him tightly to her. He alternated from breast to breast, worshiping Ginny with his clearly talented mouth while continuing to knead them with his large hands. Ginny cooed her encouragements, whispering again and again how good he was and how much she adored him. The intimacy of it made Hermione's heart ache with longing, and she didn't know which of the two she envied more for how clearly they both cared for the other.
Harry's mouth trailed further down then, across the expanse of Ginny's flat stomach. The gorgeous redhead was so much more athletic-looking than Hermione, whose body had a touch of softness to it. By the time Harry reached Ginny's panties, they were practically see-through for how wet they were. The fabric peeled audibly from her as he removed the last clothing she was wearing.
"Harry, I'm already close," Ginny murmured, "show Hermione here that thing we discovered."
"So soon?" Harry asked as he threw the soaked panties behind him, "you usually like to be teased."
"I don't think I could take teasing right now," Ginny whimpered. "I need to cum, I need to come so bad."
"You really like having her here," he commented. "Look at you; you're practically dripping."
Harry stroked a finger gently through Ginny's folds, earning a gasp from her, and brought it to his mouth.
"Delicious as always," he said.
Hermione felt her heart racing in her chest as Harry lowered his face between Ginny's legs, his nose buried in her neatly trimmed ginger curls. The second he started to lick her, she cried out and grabbed his head with both hands. Hermione brought a hand to her chest to feel her heartbeat and accidentally flicked one of her pebbled nipples. With a whimper of her own, she started circling the sensitive nub through her shirt and bra.
"Harry...ugh...Harry loves doing this, Hermione," Ginny moaned. "Since our first time, he's never hesitated to eat me out, but...oh fuck...a few weeks ago we discovered something amazing."
Just as Ginny went to explain what she was talking about, Hermione heard a distinct hissing sound, and before she could even start to ask what it was, Ginny's screams drowned it out. The redhead's thighs clenched tightly around Harry's head, and her back arched off the bed so far that it looked painful.
"OH FUCK!" she screamed. "YES, YES!"
Her face and chest flushed redder than her hair, and her whole body convulsed under the force of her climax. It seemed to go on endlessly, far longer than anything Hermione had ever experienced. Whether it was one long orgasm or a chain of them hitting one after the other, Hermione didn't know; all she knew was that it was the hottest thing she had ever seen. Without even realizing what she was doing, she unbuttoned her shirt and started kneading her breasts under her bra.
After what had to be nearly a solid minute, Ginny's screams ended, and she collapsed like a marionette whose strings had been cut. As the redhead stared blankly at the ceiling, her body still experiencing the occasional tremor, Harry stood up and removed his glasses. They were covered in a fluid of some kind, and Hermione realized a second later that his entire face was soaked as well. She mutely grabbed her wand and cast a quick cleaning charm on his glasses.
"Oh, uh, thanks, Hermione," Harry said.
Ginny let out the most satisfied sounding sigh Hermione had ever heard as she sat up.
"Fuck, you're good at that," she said, wrapping her arms around Harry from behind.
"Was Harry's skill the discovery you mentioned?" Hermione asked.
"Did you hear that gentle hissing just before I lost my mind?" Ginny asked, and when Hermione nodded, she continued, "that was parseltongue."
"Parsel...oh God," Hermione said as it dawned on her just what she had witnessed.
"Mmm hmm," Ginny replied, "easily it's best use."
"Only good one I've ever found," Harry chuckled, turning around to kiss Ginny again.
"You're overdressed, luv," Ginny purred, reaching down to cup his bulge.
Harry groaned at the contact and kissed her again. Hermione couldn't imagine how hard he must be after making Ginny cum like that. She had only watched it, and she knew she was incredibly wet.
Ginny got on her knees in front of him and slowly lowered the zipper on his pants. She reached her hand inside his fly to stroke him through his boxers, making him moan and clench his eyes.
"I'm going to apologize now, Hermione," Ginny said. "Any man you see naked after this is going to look small by comparison."
"Fuck Ginny," Harry hissed.
"You're going to spoil her like you have me, luv," she laughed. "Well, not exactly like you have me."
Pulling her hand out of his fly, Ginny undid the button and pulled his pants and boxers down at once. His cock, freed from the confines of his pants, sprang up and hit Ginny right in the face. She giggled and wrapped both her hands around him.
Hermione's jaw dropped at the sight. She knew he was big; she had seen him before, but that had always been from a greater distance. Up closer, she found herself wondering how the hell he fit inside Ginny at all.
"...a fucking beater's bat?" Ginny asked, breaking Hermione out of her reverie.
"Huh?" she asked.
"I said, isn't he fucking huge?" Ginny asked, stroking his cock with both hands.
"Ye...yes," Hermione stammered, her mouth going dry at the sight. "How…"
"How big is he?" Ginny asked. "nearly nine inches long and slightly thicker than my wrist."
"I was going to ask how he even fits," Hermione corrected her.
"Hermione?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Look at you all bashful, Luv," Ginny said with a grin. "You've got a girl staring at you in awe while another plays with your big, fat cock, and you're shy?"
Harry just groaned at Ginny's handjob.
"To answer your question, Hermione, barely," Ginny moaned. "I was sure he was pushing my guts out of the way the first time."
Hermione would have pointed out how that wasn't possible if she could speak.
"He always feels so fucking good inside me," Ginny purred. "There's just so much of him, you know?"
"You keep talking like that, and you're going to limp for the rest of the week," Harry said, his voice lower and sexier than Hermione had ever heard it before.
"I certainly hope so," Ginny replied with a grin. "I hope you fuck my brains out in front of Hermione here; show her just what an absolute stud you are."
Turning to Hermione, she added, "he may be acting shy in front of you, but he's anything but when we're alone. The things this man has done to me over the last few months, can you really blame me for how often we do it? Half the time he leaves me a brain-dead, drooling mess; fucks the thoughts right out of me."
"You make it sound like you're addicted to my cock," Harry said, his voice both teasing and confident.
"You know I am, Luv," Ginny replied. "I had history last period today, and all I could think about while Binns droned on and on was how badly I wanted this giant cock of yours in my tight little pussy, stretching me to my absolute limit and reminding me again of how you've utterly ruined me for other men. I want that so badly right now, but first I'm going to get it wet."
That was the only warning Ginny gave before she started sucking his cock. Harry threw his head back and groaned in pleasure as Ginny quickly swallowed half of his considerable length. Hermione just watched in awe, not even realizing at first that she had reached under her skirt to play with herself through her panties. They were nearly as wet as Ginny's had been, the other girl's words having fanned the flames of her desire. Even while watching Harry and Ginny have sex, she would have still been reluctant to masturbate in front of them, but she was far too turned on to care in that moment.
Ginny bobbed her head up and down on Harry's shaft, going slightly lower each time. Eventually she hit a point that made her gag, and she pulled back up to cough.
"I haven't quite managed to take the whole thing yet," Ginny complained.
"You're incredible, baby," Harry reassured her.
"I'm going to swallow the whole thing one day," she promised. "I'm just going to need more practice, something I doubt you'll mind."
"I mean, if you really want to," Harry replied with a grin.
Ginny fisted his cock and spread her saliva evenly over the entire length before cupping his balls. His slight gasp let Hermione know how much he liked that as well.
"Even his balls are huge," Ginny said, "like two large lemons. You have no idea how much cum these babies make."
She buried her face in his scrotum, taking his balls one by one into her mouth to suck on them as well. Harry's knees buckled, and he sat down on the bed, his hands in Ginny's ginger locks.
"I suppose we can get to what our audience here likely wants to see most," Ginny said before turning to Hermione. "You know, you can get undressed too. We're all friends here; what happens in this room stays in this room, and you're literally watching us fuck anyway."
"I don't know," Hermione said.
"If you're uncomfortable, then that's fine," Harry said, "but Ginny is right. We're already well past normal here."
Hermione couldn't recall the last time she felt this conflicted. On the one hand, even with what she was watching them do, they would be the first people she had been naked in front of who weren't bathing her as a young child, and that would normally be a big step for her. On the other hand, she was so hot and wet she could hardly think straight, and the idea of stripping down in front of them was one of the most exciting things she could imagine just then.
"Okay," she said. The buttons of her shirt were already half undone, and it didn't take long to remove the rest and toss it beside her. Her skirt was likewise easy to remove, leaving her in only her underwear. Daring to look up, she saw two heated gazes on her, and her breath hitched at the sheer desire in their eyes. It was insane how much they wanted each other, and yet they were waiting for her. Reaching behind her, she undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall, revealing her creamy, firm breasts.
"Fuck," she heard Harry sigh softly.
"Isn't she beautiful, Luv?" Ginny murmured.
"Yes," Harry replied with hesitation.
"What?" she asked, taken aback.
"You're stunning, Hermione," he said, his voice sounding so terribly honest.
Hermione had no idea how to respond to that. She couldn't recall a time outside of the Yule Ball when a boy had said she was pretty much less stunning or beautiful.
"You...you two really think that?" she asked, sounding more vulnerable than she could remember.
Harry just nodded while Ginny said, "we really do."
"I, uh, thank you," she finally managed to say, feeling better about herself than she had since Ron started dating Lavender. It was with more confidence that she stood up and removed her panties, though she did cringe at the sight of her untamed forest of brown curls. She didn't anticipate getting naked herself, or she would have done something with them. Looking up, she saw nothing in Harry's or Ginny's eyes to suggest they thought anything of her hairiness. If anything, their gazes looked even more hungry than they had before.
"There, now I think we're all more comfortable," Ginny said, and turning to Harry and adding, "lay back, Harry, I want to be on top to start. I want Hermione to be able to see every inch go inside me."
Hermione sat back as her own private sex show got set up in front of her. Prior to the last few months, she couldn't have even considered looking at pornographic magazines, and now she was sitting in a room with a couple about to have sex, just watching it. It was surreal and bizarre, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't loving it.
Harry lay down on his back, his large cock resting against his abs, and Ginny started straddling him. The size difference couldn't have been more clear as Ginny picked up the heavy-looking cock and positioned it by her dripping slit. If Hermione hadn't seen them have sex before, she never would have imagined that it would actually fit inside the redhead. Rivulets of arousal ran down the length and mixed with Ginny's spit as she teased him. Before long, though, she started applying pressure, and the bulbous head of his thick cock slipped inside her pussy.
Ginny gasped, something she was either doing for Hermione's benefit, or she did every time she took him inside her. She sank further down slowly, something Hermione was sure was necessary given his size. After she had taken half of him, she stopped just pushing down and started moving in small bounces, letting a little of his cock slip out of her and then sinking back down, taking more and more each time. Her hands were on his shoulders, and she was staring down into his eyes. If she was looking at him anywhere near as intensely as he was looking at her, she was impressed that Harry didn't cum from that alone.
Ginny let out a loud moan when she finally reached the bottom and was sitting flush against Harry. The fact that Hermione knew perfectly well that Ginny could do it didn't make the experience of watching her manage it any less impressive.
"Does that hurt at all?" she couldn't help but ask.
Ginny let out a shuddering breath and replied, "it's the best thing I've ever felt. He's so big, and he stretches me so much. It burns a bit at first, but fuck me, it's worth it."
"You two have only ever been with each other, though," Hermione said. "How did the first time go?"
"I was already aware of how much bigger I am than most," Harry replied, "so I was really adamant about making sure she was as wet as humanly possible before I even tried."
"We found out about the wonders of Parseltongue that first night," Ginny sighed happily. "It also helped that I had lost my hyman falling off a broom years ago. Did the splits as I landed; that fucking smarted, believe me."
Hermione winced at the very thought.
"Any more questions, or would you rather watch me ride my centaur here to heaven?" Ginny said with a laugh.
"I'm not sure the centaurs themselves would like that comparison," Harry chuckled.
Ginny didn't reply; she just started bouncing on his cock, something that quieted Harry as well. Hermione watched, mesmerized by the sight. It was hotter up close than it had ever been from a distance. The two of them truly looked incredible together, their athletic forms moving in unison so well that you would think they had been having sex for years rather than months.
Hermione had noted how surprisingly muscular Harry was before, but as she watched Ginny ride him, she couldn't help but see how well built she was as well. She was more lithe than anything, but the defined muscles of her back were clearly visible while she fucked Harry. Nothing looked as good, from what Hermione could see then, as her arse, though. Shaking and jiggling as she rode her lover, Ginny's bubble butt was gorgeous. As she stopped bouncing and started grinding on his cock, the jiggling grew even more pronounced.
"Fucking hell I love your cock!" she cried.
Hermione gave up on any sense of propriety at that point and started fingering herself openly. She caught Harry's eye and mouthed the words, "tell her."
"Hermione's rubbing herself raw watching you ride me," he growled.
"Oh fuck, is that true?" she asked.
"Yes," Hermione breathed, barely able to form words, "you two are so hot!"
"Do it!" Ginny cried, "make yourself cum watching Harry destroy me!"
Ginny's hips were a blur as she rode him harder and faster. Her pussy was so wet that Hermione could actually hear the sound of Harry's cock spreading her wide again and again. She could hear the shlicking sound her own pussy was making as she drilled two fingers in and out at increasing speed. Her other hand went to her clit, rubbing little circles around it as she chased her peak.
"Fuck yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Ginny screamed as she came.
"Oh god!" Harry groaned, clearly joining her.
It was all too much for Hermione, who added a wordless cry of her own to the mix. She writhed in her chair, her eyes shut tight, as she came harder than she could ever remember. Pleasure coursed through her again and again until she was left feeling boneless in her chair. By the time she opened her eyes, Ginny had collapsed on Harry, who was stroking her back gently, the soothing motion looking out of place following their frantic coupling.
"That was amazing," Ginny cooed softly.
"You say that every time," Harry chuckled.
"Because every time is amazing," Ginny said. She started kissing him then, slowly and more languidly than Hermione had seen before.
This somehow seemed more voyeuristic than watching them have sex. Watching them fuck was incredible, a perverse and taboo joy that made her pussy dripping wet. Watching them kiss slowly and lovingly like this, though, felt like she was intruding. Before she could analyze that particular thought, Harry flipped Ginny over and pinned her hands over her head. Hermione was shocked to see he was already hard again.
"Oh, yeah, Hermione, I forgot to mention," Ginny said, "Harry can get hard again after cumming nearly immediately."
"Hung like a horse, magical tongue, and next to no refractory period?" she thought to herself. "No wonder Ginny's so addicted to him."
As Harry buried himself to the hilt in his girlfriend in one thrust, Hermione felt her heart flutter. If she had any doubt about how good that felt, the ecstatic look on Ginny's face alone would have satisfied it. Harry started fucking her with long, hard thrusts, making the horny redhead cry out.
"He's not just hung," Ginny said, "he also...oh fuck...really knows what he's doing with it."
"I should be offended by you talking about me like I'm not here," Harry grunted, "but it's so fucking hot!"
"It's the whole reason you...oh yes, right there, agreed to it," Ginny said, "you wanted to show off what a fucking god you are in bed."
Harry didn't deny it, he just started fucking her more brutally.
"Oh fuck yes, Harry, fuck me just like that!" Ginny screamed, her voice already starting to go hoarse. Hermione couldn't fathom how much her throat must hurt after one of the marathon sessions she had described, even without trying to swallow Harry's cock.
Ginny's eyes rolled back into her head, and she started shrieking at the top of her lungs as she came. Harry fucked her through her thunderous climax, his already impressive stamina made even better by his prior orgasm. He let go of her hands when she finally went limp under him and slowed his pace to let her recover a bit. As she came back to Earth, Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing him again.
Hermione had spent the entire time masturbating openly to the display. Her second orgasm of the night was still a ways off, but she felt herself getting closer. Something Ginny had said stuck with her, though, and once Ginny seemed lucid enough to talk again, she decided to ask about it.
"I think you were projecting just there, Ginny," she commented.
"Huh?" Ginny asked, still sounding slightly breathless.
"When you said Harry agreed to this because he wanted to show off," Hermione clarified, "that's why you wanted this, wasn't it?"
"Is that true?" Harry asked, his tone teasing, "did you want to show me off to Hermione?"
Ginny squirmed under his heated gaze, looking slightly embarrassed for the first time that night. For reasons she couldn't hope to explain, seeing Ginny look even slightly bashful after having been so utterly shameless all night made Hermione feel bolder than she had all night.
"It's true," she said. "Look at what she's said about you all night, what a stud you are, how great you are in bed, she just called you a god. Little Ginny wanted to show off how well she's getting fucked night in and night out."
"Fuck Hermione," Harry groaned, while Ginny just whimpered.
Hermione was out of her chair before she could even think about what she was doing, moving in to watch more closely.
"You should give her what she wants," Hermione said. "Fuck her until she's a drooling, brain-dead mess of orgasmic goo."
"Oh Merlin, yes," Ginny whimpered, "do what she said, Harry. Actually, that's great; do whatever she says."
Hermione felt herself shudder at the thought. Telling them what to do, actually controlling their coupling like she was directing her own private pornographic show, that was the sexiest thing she could imagine.
"Flip her over!" she ordered. "Take her on her hands and knees like the horny little bitch she is."
Harry looked at her like he didn't recognize her, and in that moment, she barely recognized herself, but all she knew was that watching the two of them do what she said made her feel stronger and more in control than she ever had in her life.
"Fuck her, Harry," she said, "pound her until she can't remember her own name."
"Oh, please do it, Harry," Ginny cried, her whole body shaking from how turned on she was.
Harry grabbed her hips so hard that Hermione was sure he'd leave marks, and he started fucking her harder than he had all night.
"Oh fuck!" Ginny screamed, her knees nearly buckling already. She grabbed the bedding so hard that her knuckles turned white and she looked like she was holding on for dear life.
Hermione brought a hand to cup her breast and marveled at how hard her nipples were. Logically, she knew there was no way for them to actually cut glass, but that didn't stop the thought from occurring to her. She brought her other hand to her sopping cunt and was able to fit three fingers inside herself, she was so wet.
"Look at her," Hermione moaned, "so turned on, she's already close to cumming again."
"I am!" Ginny cried, "it's too much! I'm gonna cum again!"
"She was a bad girl, bringing me in here and not telling you why," Hermione said, "and bad girls get punished. Spank her beautiful ass!"
Harry obeyed without waiting for Ginny to repeat the order that time, and the crack of his large hand on her right ass cheek echoed through the room.
"YES!" Ginny screamed, "spank me, Harry! Spank my fucking ass!"
Harry rained spanks down on her jiggling asscheeks, each hit making them ripple. He only made it to six before Ginny came with a wordless scream. Her arms failed her, and she fell forward as she writhed through her pleasure.
"Pull her hair!" Hermione ordered.
"Yesyesyesyes!" Ginny screamed, her orgasm ongoing.
Harry's rhythm never faltered as he gathered Ginny's hair in his hand to pull it. With her gorgeous red locks bunched up in one hand and his other still alternating cheek to cheek as he continued spanking her, he fucked her harder than Hermione had seen yet.
"Look at you," she said to Ginny, "you're cumming your brains out from being fucked like a whore!"
"I'm your whore, Harry!" she cried.
"He should keep you chained to his bed day and night!" Hermione exclaimed, "use you like his own personal cumdump!"
"FUCK!" she screamed, cumming again already.
The younger girl was flushed all over at that point. She seemed to either be in one long, endless climax or experiencing a chain of orgasms one after the other. Hermione knew that she was adding to this storm of carnal madness, like a conductor with an orchestra, her every word spurred them to greater and greater heights of bliss.
"You'll...ugh…" Hermione struggled to get out as her own orgasm fast approached: "you'll be his toy, his slave, his baby factory!"
"AHHHHH!" Ginny screamed, her face crimson and her eyes rolling all the way back. She squirted like a fountain, soaking Harry's balls and the bed beneath them. Harry roared as his own orgasm hit like a freight train, and he painted Ginny's insides white.
Hermione was able to take in the beautiful sight of their shared climax for only a minute before her own hit and her legs buckled under the force.
"Oh god!" she cried, cumming harder than she could ever remember. She collapsed forward and ended up burying her face in Harry's strong, sweaty back. She enjoyed the sensation of his warm body for only a moment before she remembered that Ginny was underneath him. She rolled over to lay on her back and watched as he did the same.
Hermione rested there for a solid few minutes as she recovered from the greatest orgasm of her life. She gave no thought to the fact that she was lying in bed with two of her friends completely naked or that she was lying in a puddle of Ginny's squirt as she rested her head by the other girl's legs. When her mind finally returned to her, she noticed that her vantage point gave her a clear view of both Ginny's swollen pussy and the river of cum it was leaking and Harry's softening cock, glistening with their shared fluids. She felt her mouth water at both sights and closed her eyes. She didn't open them again until she felt someone move on the bed.
Harry had sat up and was looking over at Ginny, who was clearly dead to the world. Hermione would have honestly been worried about her if not for the steady rise and fall of her back. His eyes finally met hers after a moment, and Hermione saw all of her own feelings reflected back. Exhaustion, elation, and apprehension all shone in his eyes. It seemed that he, like her, didn't know how to feel about what had just happened. On the one hand, that had been the most exciting and pleasurable thing that had ever happened to her, but on the other, it went so much further than she had thought it would.
As she stared at one of her closest friends and took the look on his face to mean that he felt the same way that she did, she hoped that he had some idea of what they were going to do after this, because she didn't.