"You like that?" Hermione asked, grinning down at the beautiful redhead on her hands and knees before her. "You like getting fucked like a whore?"
"Yes!" Ginny cries, "I love it so much!"
Ginny's entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertion. The smell of sex was so thick in the air that it would have been the only clue Hermione needed to know that they had been going at it for a while, but seeing the exhausted look on Ginny's face told it all the more. Her grip on the sheets was so tight her knuckles were white, and a grunt or moan escaped her on every brutal thrust from her lover, the sounds in perfect harmony with the rhythmic clapping of Harry's hips on the girl's spectacular arse.
"Harry, stop," she commanded, and she grinned as he obeyed immediately.
"No!" Ginny cried frantically. "No, I'm so close!"
"You want to cum?" Hermione asked cruelly.
"Yes, please!" Ginny moaned.
"How badly do you want it?" she asked.
"So badly," Ginny whined, her desperation clear as day.
Hermione looked over at Harry and bit her lip. Ginny wasn't the only one whose exertions showed, and the way the sheen of sweat on his body made his muscles seem even more pronounced than normal made Hermione wonder, not for the first time, how she had never noticed how fucking gorgeous he was.
Looking bad at Ginny, she spread her legs and asked, "what are you willing to do to be allowed to cum?"
"Anything," Ginny breathed.
"Anything what?" Hermione asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Anything, mistress," Ginny corrected herself.
Hermione grinned and spread her legs, revealing her wet pussy to the desperate redhead.
"Eat my cunt, and he'll continue giving you the fucking you're so desperate for," Hermione said. "Isn't that right, Harry?"
"Yes, mistress," Harry said with a grin of his own, the word sounding more mocking than it had on Ginny's lips.
Ginny didn't even hesitate, burying her face between Hermione's thighs immediately and giving her dripping sex one long lick.
Hermione woke with a gasp and sat right up in bed. Her left arm was numb from the shoulder down, and her sex was overflowing under her night gown. She clenched her eyes and tried to banish the dream from her mind as she picked up her useless arm with her right hand and flung it across her body. Blood started flowing back into place immediately, and she was glad for the distraction, even as uncomfortable as it felt.
That was not the first dream of its kind she had had. They had been distressingly common since that night, which she had tried in vain to forget.
"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 groaned and buried her head in her hands, thankful that she could feel both of them again. She had no idea what had gotten into her that night, but it had left her mortified. She had never been that out of control before in her entire life, and it had scared her. Looking Harry or Ginny in the eye in the couple weeks since had been nearly impossible, and since she could barely stand to be in the same room as Ron these days, she had been terribly lonely.
The worst part is that she knew that her distance was hurting Ginny and especially Harry, but she couldn't look at either of them without thinking about that night. Shaking her head, she sighed and got up, ready to start her day. When she opened the bed curtain, she saw Lavender standing there, wearing nothing but a towel, and found her gaze lingering on the other girl's chest for a second before she shut her eyes.
Gathering her things, she cursed herself again for ever agreeing to go along with Ginny's request that night. As she placed her things on the table in the shared bathroom and got her shower going, she tried to focus on her upcoming double charms class. Focusing on her studies would eventually remind her who she was. She was Hermione Granger; she was at the top of almost all of her classes, she was prefect, and she was straight as an arrow. She was not the bisexual dominatrix from her dreams.
She groaned at her thought and asked aloud to no one in particular, "when did life get so complicated?"
Ginny sighed contentedly as she sat next to Harry at breakfast, idly rubbing her leg against his through their robes. The delicious ache between her legs reminded her of their morning quickie, and she leaned her head on his shoulder for a moment.
He looked over to her with a smile that just made her heart melt and asked, "what got into you?"
To his credit, he did look like he realized what he said the moment it left his lips, but she wasn't about to let something like that pass her by and she leaned in to whisper, "you. Many, many times."
"I guess I walked into that one," he chuckled, reddening slightly.
She was about to reply when she noticed Hermione walk past them. Brown eyes met brown eyes for a fraction of a second before Hermione looked away and continued on, taking an open spot well down the table to start her breakfast.
"What's up with her?" Ron asked, finally noticing something that wasn't food or Lavender.
"Yeah, she's been quiet for weeks now," Lavender added.
"No clue," Harry replied, his voice thick and miserable as he turned back to his eggs.
Ginny scowled at the ruined moment and shut her eyes. As much as she would like to blame Hermione for all of this, she knew it was her fault. She had been so caught up in how fucking hot it would be to watch Hermione watch them have sex that she didn't consider what the likely consequences would be.
Prim and proper Hermione Granger having a voyeurism fetish had been a delightful discovery, and Ginny assumed that if she actually did take her up on her offer, it would mean she had accepted that part of herself. That clearly hadn't been the case, and the other girl hadn't spoken a word to either her or Harry since. Of course, when Ginny fantasized about that night, Hermione had been a completely passive participant, content to sit there and watch, perhaps playing with herself if she felt bold. She had never imagined that the other girl could join in in any capacity.
Ginny rubbed her thighs together at the memory and fought the urge to sigh. If she had ever wondered if it was possible to have an orgasm so powerful that it killed you, she had pretty definitive proof that it wasn't because she doubted it was physically possible to cum harder than she had that night. By the time she had regained consciousness, though, Hermione had left, and Harry was worried about her. Not without reason, as it turned out.
She stewed over the distance between Harry and Hermione, a distance she was directly responsible for, over the rest of breakfast. When she saw the girl in question get up and turn to leave the Great Hall, she gathered her things and tore off after her.
"Ginny!" she heard Harry call after her, but she ignored him. This was her mess, it was hers to fix.
She caught up with Hermione just as she turned the first corner past the Great Hall, gently grabbing her arm.
"What the, Ginny?" Hermione asked, her eyes immediately flying to her shoes. "Ginny, I have to get to class."
"Harry has the same class; I know you have a few minutes," Ginny said.
"I need to ask Professor Flitwick about something," Hermione muttered.
"It's a Monday morning; I doubt he's busy," Ginny retorted.
"Ginny, I can't," Hermione said, turning to take off towards the staircase.
Ginny felt her temper slip and hissed, "do you have any idea how much you're hurting Harry?!"
Hermione turned back around, looking momentarily stricken. For the first time since that night, she looked Ginny in the eye.
"What do you want from me?" she asked, sounding horribly tired.
"To apologize," Ginny replied. "It was my idea, and I hate the fact that I've created a rift between you two."
"I hate it too," Hermione cried. "Look, it isn't him or even you; it's me, and I…"
She trailed off for a moment before continuing, "I really do have to talk to the professor, but do you want to talk later?"
"When?" Ginny asked, feeling hopeful for the first time in days.
"I have third period free today; do you have anything?" she asked.
"Just Binns, I can skip it," Ginny shrugged.
"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed.
"I already did the readings," Ginny replied defensively. "I can sleep anytime. This is important."
Hermione looked like she wanted to argue, but she just shook her head and sighed. "Meet me in the Room?"
"I'll be there," Ginny replied, smiling.
"Just you," Hermione added.
Ginny just nodded and watched her leave, hoping that she might be able to at least figure out what was wrong later.
Hermione walked towards the wall the third time and watched it turn into a door. Opening it, she found a perfect recreation of the Gryffindor common room and let out a sigh of relief. Her mind had been so treacherous lately, she had half expected it to be a copy of the room it had been the last time she entered it. She took her seat and stared into the crackling fireplace, as though looking for answers from the flames. A moment later, she heard the door open and turned to see Ginny.
"Right on time," she murmured with a small smile.
"I wouldn't be late for this," Ginny replied, setting her bookbag down by the door. "I know I said it already, but I'm so sorry, Hermione."
"I'm sorry," Hermione replied. "I was so out of line that night."
"What?" Ginny asked, looking gobsmacked. "Hermione, that was incredible. Your dirty talk while Harry was fucking me was the best thing I've ever experienced. I came my arse off!"
"It still wasn't appropriate," Hermione insisted.
"According to who?" Ginny asked.
"According to me!" Hermione exclaimed.
The two just stared at each other for a moment before Hermione turned to gaze at the fire again.
"I never even imagined something like that," she whispered after a moment. "Before the first time I caught you two, my dirtiest fantasy was a romantic night of lovemaking. Laying on my back and letting a man who was staring down at me in love and wonder between my legs."
"So?" Ginny asked, looking genuinely confused. "Hermione, you're a virgin. Do you really think Harry or I had thought of half the things we've done together before we started having sex?"
"He really is nothing like I would have imagined," Hermione commented, quickly adding, "not that I did."
"Of course," Ginny replied, nearly managing to keep her grin off her face. "He really is a stud."
"That's one thing that's confused me from the start," Hermione said. "You said you never did much with Michael, so you weren't much more experienced than him. How did you two end up like this so quickly?"
"Part of it is how ridiculously compatible we are," Ginny explained. "We've been completely in sync from the moment we started seeing each other. The rest of it, though…"
She trailed off and looked away for a moment before continuing, "I love my mother..."
"Okay," Hermione commented, raising an eyebrow at the sudden conversation shift.
"She can be really judgmental, though," Ginny continued, "especially about how girls and women behave. I remember a moment when I was younger, the year before I came here, actually. We were out shopping in Diagon Alley, and we saw this couple outside Fontescue's. They were eye-fucking, not that I knew the term at the time. Looking back, the sexual tension between them was palpable, and I remember, before our eyes, they started making out."
"I can't imagine your mother appreciated that," Hermione commented.
"She didn't," Ginny replied. "She yelled at them for putting on such a display in front of children; I wasn't the only one there with a parent at the time, and the two looked sheepish and left. She was mad at them and called the girl a scarlet woman, but I didn't see why. They clearly really liked each other, and the way the man looked at the woman made me feel funny inside for reasons I didn't yet understand. I just knew that I wanted to be looked at like that by a boy. As I grew up, I realized that I wanted that kind of passion, the kind that my mother wouldn't approve of."
"You have that with Harry, I guess. Does he look at you the same way?" Hermione asked.
Ginny shuddered and replied, "does he ever? Michael did too, kind of, but when Harry lets loose, he's just so expressive, you know? The desire and adoration in his eyes that first time we made out in Grimmauld Place turned me on so much, that I nearly begged him to fuck me then and there. It wasn't long after we made it to Hogwarts that I did just that."
"I had wondered how long it was after you two got together," Hermione admitted.
"I trust him," Ginny sighed. "I really trust him enough to be myself around him without fear. I don't have to worry that he'll think poorly of me for my desires or spread rumors about the kind of things we do together."
"The benefit of dating your brother's best friend," Hermione chuckled.
"Fair point," Ginny laughed, "but even if he had someone to brag to, he wouldn't. I know that I can trust him completely, and so can you, by the way."
"It's not about that," Hermione snapped.
"Isn't it?" Ginny asked. "When I came to, the first thing I asked was where you went, and he told me that you jumped off the bed, got dressed so quickly you forgot your bra, and ran away like we were werewolves on a full moon. Here, by the way."
Ginny reached into her robes and pulled out Hermione's missing bra, which she grabbed.
"Thank you," she said tersely. "I meant to ask for it back."
"Do you really not trust us?" Ginny asked.
"Of course I trust you," Hermione groaned. "I never meant to make either of you feel like I didn't."
"Then what's the problem?" Ginny asked, looking genuinely confused.
"I don't trust me," Hermione whispered.
"What?" Ginny asked.
"I don't trust myself, alright?" Hermione shouted.
"What?" Ginny asked again. "What do you mean?"
"Look, this was a mistake; I have to go," Hermione said as she left. She heard Ginny call her name as she left the room but didn't look back.
Prefect patrols were a source of comfort for Hermione, even if they did bring up obvious memories. She was fairly certain that she wouldn't run into Harry or Ginny, much less find them in a compromised position again, as Ginny had kept her word about keeping their rendezvous more private. She hadn't seen either of them at dinner, having grabbed a bite from the kitchens instead. It spoke to her desperation that she was willing to do that at all.
Hermione hated the distance between her and Harry, but if her conversation with Ginny a few days earlier was any indication, she wasn't ready to talk to either of them about what had happened. She wasn't even sure that she was able to figure out for herself what her issues were. As she was just finishing up her rounds and preparing to head to bed, she happened to pass by a window with a clear view of the lake and paused. There was a figure down by the lake, barely illuminated by the light of the full moon, with long golden hair and a short, thin frame.
"What in the world?" she asked herself, rushing down to see who was out at that hour.
The figure hadn't moved at all by the time Hermione got to the lake, and it didn't take her long to recognize that it was Luna Lovegood.
"Luna?" she asked.
"Hello, Hermione," Luna said in that light, ethereal tone she seemed to almost always have.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked.
"Visiting Mr. Tentacles," Luna replied.
"Who?" Hermione asked.
"The giant squid," Luna explained. "He's a great listener. You should try talking to him some time. He might be able to help you with your relationship problems."
"My what?" Hermione asked.
"Your relationship problems," Luna repeated. "The whole school knows that you've been at odds with Ronald since he started dating Lavender, and now you seem to be having problems with Harry and Ginny. Did you have sex with them?"
"What!?" Hermione exclaimed, her face going beet red. "Who said that?"
"No one," Luna replied simply, "but you seemed to be closer than usual to them for a time and then grew distant and appeared embarrassed every time you looked at either one. I just assumed the matter was sexual in nature."
"I'm not talking about this, and you're out after curfew," Hermione growled, finally remembering why she had come outside in the first place.
"I can leave if you want to talk to Mr. Tentacles," Luna offered sincerely.
"I'm not talking to the giant squid," Hermione sighed.
"Then do you want to talk to me?" Luna asked.
"I don't want to talk to anyone," Hermione said flatly.
"Well, you should talk to someone," Luna countered. "It's not healthy to keep things bottled up like that. Truth be told, I'm probably ideal since not only would I never tell anyone what you told me, but even if I did, no one would believe me, and while Mr. Tentacles is a great listener, he's not much of a talker."
Hermione could only stare blankly at the unusual blonde for a moment. She did actually have a point. If there was one person in the entire school that Hermione could tell just about anything to without fear of judgment or having what she said end up in the Hogwarts rumor mill, it was Luna. At the very least, the blonde might be a helpful soundboard for her. She couldn't deny that she was increasingly tired of feeling as she was.
"We didn't have sex," she finally managed to say. "They invited me to watch them together."
"Oh, how lucky!" Luna exclaimed, her big blue eyes lighting up. "I've always wanted to watch Harry have sex!"
"What?" Hermione asked. "Why?"
"Because he has a giant penis," Luna replied.
"How...I mean, why do you think that?" Hermione asked.
"He's a hero," Luna said as if that explained everything. "The heroes in my stories always have gigantic penises, and Harry's quite a hero, so his must be very impressive."
Hermione just stared at the other girl, gobsmacked, wondering what kind of books she was reading. "That's not how it works."
"Are you saying that Harry doesn't have a giant penis?" Luna asked skeptically.
"He's actually very large," Hermione sighed.
"I knew it!" Luna exclaimed. "So what was watching them like?"
Hermione buried her head in her hands. The upside of talking to Luna about this was the same as the downside: she was Luna. Hermione didn't have to fear judgment from her, but there was no version of this conversation that would ever be even slightly normal, though given the subject matter, that would have likely been a given with anyone.
"I enjoyed it," Hermione admitted. "They are ridiculously compatible and you would honestly think that they had been together for years rather than months. It was educational, and it was also terribly arousing."
"It would be," Luna said. "I already explained why I wanted to see Harry, but I can't imagine Ginny being anything other than wild."
"You have no idea," Hermione snorted.
"She isn't the only one, huh?" Luna asked.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"You wouldn't be this out of sorts just from watching them," Luna said. "The nargles have been all over you for weeks now. You said you didn't have sex with them, but you did more than just watch, right?"
"I joined in, kind of," Hermione replied. "I started telling them what to do, and they listened."
"Did they like it?" Luna asked.
"Yes, but..." Hermione tried to reply, "it was like I was controlling them."
"With magic?" Luna asked.
"No!" Hermione exclaimed, "no, nothing like that, but it was like I was ordering them around."
"Don't you often tell Harry and Ronald what to do?" Luna asked.
"I mean, yes, but not like this," Hermione replied.
"Because it was sex?" Luna asked.
"Yes!" Hermione replied. "Sex isn't supposed to be like that."
"Sex can be like whatever consenting people want it to be," Luna said.
"Well, I don't want it to be like that," Hermione grumbled.
"It doesn't have to be," Luna said, "though in truth, I'm not surprised that you would have a dominant streak in the bedroom given how you are normally."
"That's the problem!" Hermione exclaimed. "I've mellowed out over the years, but I know that I can still be abrasive at times and bossy. I'm not exactly popular, and I've driven away both of my closest friends at various points. The idea of being like that with a boyfriend is terrifying."
She just breathed as she stood under Luna's serene gaze and the light of the full moon.
"You're scared that you will drive away any prospective partners," Luna said.
"Well, when you spell it out like that, it makes sense," Hermione thought to herself. Even she hadn't known why her encounter with Harry and Ginny and the fantasies she had since were so bothersome to her, but it made sense.
"I've driven plenty of people away," she whispered. "I sometimes wonder why Harry and Ron put up with me."
"They're your friends, and they love you," Luna said. "Even if you might get on their nerves at times, that doesn't change."
"I guess I just didn't like the idea that deep down I was into that kind of thing sexually," Hermione said as she gazed out at the lake. "what man would put up with a lifetime of being controlled like that?"
"Some would, I'm sure," Luna said. "I couldn't see Ronald do so. As much as he would comply with merely a grumble, I think that he would surely grow resentful over time. I am surprised that Harry was into it, and not just because of the giant penis."
"All I told Harry to do was be a little rougher with Ginny. It was her who I focused on most," Hermione explained. She then hastily added, "I just got caught up in the moment. I'm not gay."
"Don't worry, Hermione; all women are bisexual when in bed with a hero," Luna said completely seriously, making Hermione groan. "You know that you have a great opportunity here, right?"
"What's that?" she asked.
"Harry and Ginny were willing to invite you to watch them, and you have yet to mention a single objection from them over you joining in as you did," Luna explained. "If you wanted to explore what you're into and what you aren't without worrying about damaging a potential romantic relationship, having a pair of kinky friends willing to let you into their bed seems perfect."
Hermione felt her face heat up as her jaw dropped. She tried more than once to say something in response to her unlikely confidante, but only managed to get out random sounds.
"If you take my advice," Luna continued, "then by the time you are ready to start dating someone new, you'll have a firmer grasp of what you like and have an easier time weeding out people who you wouldn't be compatible with. I'm honestly envious."
"I don't even know where to begin with that one," Hermione said once words stopped failing her.
"The beginning is usually a good spot," Luna replied, wrapping her left hand around the back of Hermione's right, and before Hermione could ask what she was doing, she said, "there's just one more thing I want to test."
Without another word, the short, blonde girl reached up and kissed Hermione. It was perfectly chaste, lasting only a couple seconds and Hermione was too taken aback to respond even a little.
As she pulled back, Luna said, "your pulse quickened. It might not have been being in bed with Harry after all. Goodnight Hermione."
Hermione just stood there watching her leave, feeling the ghost of the other girl's lips on her own and her thumb on her wrist. Her heartbeat didn't slow for a good minute.
The next day was Saturday, and Hermione had an entire day of essay writing to get through, so she didn't have the opportunity to see, much less avoid, Harry and Ginny. By the time she finished her last paper, her hand was cramped and she was hungry. After casting a quick spell to find out the time and realizing that most people would be in the great hall for supper, she made her way out of the library in the hopes of getting something to eat. She had been happy to wake up without one of her intense sexual dreams that morning and felt better in general as she went through her day.
Luna was certainly strange, but Hermione had to admit that speaking to the Ravenclaw fifth year had made her feel better, even if she was trying to avoid thinking about how their encounter had ended. As she entered the Great Hall, she noticed Harry sitting across from Ron and Lavender, Ginny practically in his lap, and walked over.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked, and her heart skipped a beat at the happy look Harry gave her.
"Of course not," he said, "sit here."
"We were just going over the match against Ravenclaw next week," Harry said.
"My Won Won's going to be great just like last time," Lavender enthused. "I just know it."
"I might need a little luck," Ron said with a grin and Hermione resisted the urge to snort. It was oddly smooth for him.
"I can be your luck charm," Lavender purred before kissing him.
Hermione felt that familiar twist in her chest that had happened every time she had seen them kiss since they got together, but it felt less pronounced. She had given what Luna said about her and Ron some thought over the course of the day, and she couldn't help but think that the blonde might have a point. She had fancied Ron for a while and thought about what they might be like as a couple, but Luna's vision of their relationship where she dominated him and he grew to resent her over time seemed disturbingly possible.
"Where were you today?" Harry asked. "I didn't see you anywhere."
Whether Harry was trying to act normal or he had made a point of noticing her while she was avoiding him and legitimately hadn't seen her, she didn't know.
"I was working on essays for charms and potions," she replied. "I'm going to have to remember to work dittany cream into my hand later; it's killing me."
"Here, let me," Harry said, taking her right hand in his.
Before she could say anything, she felt him massaging her cramped, aching hand and had to hold back a moan. He looked so happy to see her, and she honestly didn't know if the impromptu massage was a simple gesture for a friend, an attempt to convince her to stay, or a way for him to make sure she was really there. She felt her heart ache for having been away from him for so long.
"I'm really glad to see you," Ginny said quietly. "Are you feeling better?"
"About everything, yes," she replied.
"We never meant to make you uncomfortable," Harry said as he finished.
She curled her hand into a fist a couple of times and sighed at how much less tense it was.
"Thank you, Harry," she said warmly, "and you didn't, not really. I just had some things to work through. Would you two like to meet in the room after dinner?"
"Sure," Ginny replied.
The rest of the meal passed quite normally. It honestly felt like she hadn't spent the better part of three weeks apart from them as well as they got along. Even spending time with Ron was easier than it had been in months, despite Lavender's presence at his side. When it was over, Lavender pulled Ron off to spend time somewhere more private, and Hermione left with Harry and Ginny. Harry made the room to his specifications, and Hermione couldn't help but chuckle at his choice. Like Ginny earlier in the week, he had turned it into a replica of the Gryffindor common room.
"What's funny?" he asked.
"Nothing, really," she replied. "I wanted to apologize for avoiding you all this time."
"Things got out of hand," Harry said. "I didn't blame you."
"As I said before, we are sorry about that," Ginny added.
"Don't be," Hermione said. "I'm honestly glad it happened now."
"You are?" Harry asked.
"I learned a lot about myself," Hermione explained, "things that I didn't really like at first. The reason I had such a hard time even looking at you two afterward wasn't that I didn't like what we did together, it was that I liked it too much."
"We liked it too," Ginny said. "When you took off, we were afraid that you were ashamed or something."
"I thought that was it, but it wasn't," Hermione said. "I really liked directing you two as I did at the end there, and it scared me how much I did."
"Is it really that surprising?" Harry asked.
"Yes, yes, I know," Hermione said, rolling her eyes, "it is in character, but that was what bothered me. It brought up some old insecurities, and it just took me a while to work through them. After talking with Luna, I managed…"
"You told Luna about it?" Harry asked, sounding angry.
"She had already figured out most of it," Hermione said in her defense, "and she promised not to say a word to anyone."
"We can trust her," Ginny said, "and even if we couldn't, Harry, if Luna Lovegood told anyone that we fucked in front of Hermione, do you think anyone would believe it?"
"That was the argument she made after guessing that we had had a threesome," Hermione said.
"I guess that's true," Harry conceded, calming down.
"I'm sorry," Hermione said. "I wouldn't have said a word, but she had already guessed most of it, and I needed to talk to someone who wasn't there. Ron wasn't exactly an option."
"Definitely not," Ginny said. "I'm just glad you're feeling better about everything. I've been worried sick that I ruined your relationship."
"Never," Hermione said, smiling up at Harry. "I just needed some time."
"I'm glad to have you back," Harry said, hugging her.
She gasped at the sudden hug and melted into it immediately. Dating Ginny was clearly doing wonders for him if he was at the point where he initiated hugs. It went on longer than what would normally be considered appropriate, but he felt too good to let go of, and made no move to let go himself for a while. When they finally parted, Ginny was staring at them with a wide smile on her face.
"Erm, there is one thing that I've wanted to ask," Hermione said.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"If I hadn't run out of here that night like I did," she began, "what would have happened next?"
"You would have joined me in making sure Ginny was still breathing and then waiting for her to wake up," Harry laughed.
"My lungs were fine," Ginny purred, "it was my legs you put out of commission. Couldn't feel them at all."
"And after that?" Hermione felt just barely bold enough to ask.
"I would have asked if you could come by when we have sex more often," Ginny snickered. "I meant what I said; it was bloody marvelous."
"Not that we would expect anything of you," Harry said cautiously.
"What if I was interested?" Hermione asked.
Both of them looked shocked by that.
"Hermione?" Harry asked.
"The last time we didn't really discuss boundaries," Hermione continued. "It was meant to be a watch-only kind of thing and went beyond that, but if I were to join you again, we would have to figure out what we're all willing to do. I wouldn't want to cross any lines that you aren't both fully comfortable with."
"You didn't last time," Ginny shuddered.
"Have you two discussed having a third person in your bed since that night?" Hermione asked.
"In our…" Harry went to ask.
"Hermione, are you willing to have an actual threesome?" Ginny asked, excitement obvious in her voice.
"Because we have talked about that," Harry said. "Despite how it ended, we did really enjoy ourselves last time."
"That wouldn't happen again," Hermione promised, "but are you two really interested in doing...that...with me?"
"Hermione," Ginny replied, tracing her fingers over the other girl's forearm, "you're beautiful, and we'd both really…"
Whatever she was going to say next was cut off as Hermione pulled her in and kissed her. The second she gave into the impulse, Hermione panicked, worrying if she had misread what she thought was interest from Ginny, and was about to pull away when the fiery redhead pushed her tongue into her mouth.
"Oh fuck," she heard Harry groan as she snogged his girlfriend.
Her hands went to Ginny's arse, and the other girl moaned into her mouth as she dug her fingers into the taut cheeks through her robes. The need to breathe was the only reason she broke the kiss, and she just stared at the other girl's deep brown eyes, darkened with lust that she knew was reflected in her own. Ginny dug her fingers into Hermione's thick, curly hair and grinned wickedly.
"Absolutely beautiful," she murmured, "and delicious too. You want a taste, Harry?"
"Definitely," he growled.
Before she even knew what was happening, Hermione was in his arms, her hands instinctively going to his bare, muscular back, and he was snogging the daylights out of her. She didn't know when his robes and shirt came off, and she couldn't bring herself to wonder as she was swept up in his passion. His kiss was different from Ginny's, rougher and more demanding. She responded eagerly, her tongue dueling with his for dominance, which neither would achieve. He walked her back until she found herself falling back onto a plush, comfortable bed that hadn't been there a moment ago.
"You two are so fucking hot!" Ginny moaned.
"We're hot?" Harry asked, breaking off the kiss to look at his girlfriend. "Watching you two snog just now, I'm so hard my cock could break through the Willow."
Ginny giggled and joined them on the bed. She had stripped down completely while Hermione and Harry were kissing, and Hermione felt her mouth water at the sight. A rivulet of arousal fell slowly down her pale right thigh, and Hermione felt a strong urge to lick it up.
"I can think of much better things you could do with your cock," Ginny laughed. "I'm sure Hermione has some ideas too."
"I might have one or two," Hermione said with a grin, "but I'm afraid I'm overdressed for most things."
"That can be fixed," Ginny said, pulling off her shoes.
Hermione stood up, and the two worked in tandem to help her out of her clothes. Not since she was a child eager to switch into a swimsuit for a trip to the beach had she gotten out of her clothing so quickly. By the time she was naked, Harry had stepped back to look at her while Ginny, who had taken off her socks, was still on her knees, her face inches from her naked pussy.
"Beautiful," Harry said, and she felt her eyes moisten at his earnestness.
"You really think so?" she asked.
"We both do," Ginny replied. "I want to taste you."
Hermione giggled at the groan Harry let out at that and stared down at the beautiful redhead by her feet.
She sat down on the bed and spread her legs, showing off her well-trimmed bush. She hadn't wanted to shave or use one of the charms she had only heard of, but she did want something more like what she had seen on Ginny the last time she had joined them.
"Do you?" she asked, grinning when Ginny merely nodded. "Do you think you've been a good enough girl to deserve it?"
Ginny whimpered and replied, "yes. Please Hermione!"
The redhead was such a force of nature in life that Hermione never would have guessed that she would be so submissive in bed. She would be lying if she claimed she didn't like it, though.
"I guess you have been good," she mused. "I haven't caught you two going at it in empty classrooms or broom cupboards since you promised to stop."
"You caught us?" Harry asked, and Hermione cringed.
"I suppose the cat's out of the bag," she said after a moment. "Before Ginny invited me to watch up close, I caught you two on one of my patrols. I had never been more turned on before in my life as I was seeing that."
She scooted up the bed until her head was resting on the pillows and looked down at Ginny.
"As I said, you've been a good enough girl to taste me," she said, "but I want Harry to fuck your brains while you do it, and you're not allowed to get distracted. Every time you stop before I cum, Harry gets to spank your lovely little ass, agreed?"
"Yes," Ginny breathed.
"Fuck me," Harry muttered.
Ginny rushed onto the bed and started kissing Hermione's thighs. She sighed and laid her head back against the pillows. Even that felt good, and she had no idea how great it would feel once Ginny actually started eating her out. It would be her first time, Hermione assumed, but she figured that as a girl, she would have a better idea about what would work and what wouldn't than a boy in that position. She looked over and saw Harry finally take off his pants, and her breath hitched when she saw his cock spring out and stand at attention. It was so big that she was almost willing to entertain Luna's theory about heroes, and the fact that it was going to be inside her later that night made her shiver with both trepidation and lust.
"Oh Merlin," she sighed as Ginny gave her entire pussy a long lick. Her hands went to the redhead's hair, and her fingers dug into the girl's scalp immediately. Harry joined them on the bed and took only a moment to line himself up before sinking his entire massive cock into Ginny in one thrust.
"Fuck!" Ginny cried at the sudden intrusion.
"Breaking the rules already?" Hermione laughed. "Spank her, Harry."
CLAP
The sound of his large hand slapping Ginny's asscheek rang through the room, as did Ginny's responding squeal. Ginny immediately got back to eating her out as Harry started to fuck the other girl with long, slow thrusts. Hermione threw her head back and moaned as Ginny continued to lick her dripping pussy. She was attentive, surprisingly so as Harry continued to fuck and quickly picked up on what Hermione really liked. Even as Ginny avoided directly licking her clit, Hermione found herself building more quickly than she expected to her orgasm.
"Harder, Harry," she moaned, "make your gorgeous little girlfriend work for it."
He grinned at her and picked up the pace, fucking Ginny hard. The redhead cried into Hermione's pussy, stopping for a moment. Harry didn't even need her to say anything, and he just brought his hand down thunderously on Ginny's ass in response. Ginny screamed, and Harry pushed her face into Hermione's pussy. Hermione put her hand over his on the other girl's head, and the two locked eyes for a moment while they both used her for their pleasure. Hermione moaned as Ginny started circling her clit with her tongue more closely than she had yet.
"Right there, Ginny, that feels so bloody good," she whimpered.
She was getting close; she knew it, and she figured that Ginny was too, if the increasingly desperate sounds coming from her were any indication. When the other girl experimentally licked her clit directly, she cried out sharply, and Ginny seemed to take that as a sign. She sucked on the hard nub and flicked her tongue over it with increasing speed and pressure.
"FUCK!" she screamed as she came harder than she ever had in her life. Her thighs clenched around Ginny's head, and her back arched off the bed. Ginny's own orgasmic shriek was muffled by Hermione's thighs and pussy, but her writhing was unmistakable.
"Fuck, you two are amazing," Harry groaned through gritted teeth. Hermione wasn't sure if he was cumming while he fucked Ginny through her orgasm, but when he pulled out after the redhead collapsed and his massive cock still stood tall, she knew that he had somehow held back.
"I can't believe you didn't cum," she panted as she tried to catch her breath.
"That makes two of us," he replied, his voice strained.
Hermione crawled over to him, leaving Ginny to recover as she panted on the bed. She hadn't actually seen his cock this up close the last time, and she marveled at the size. It somehow looked even bigger than she thought.
"How the hell does this fit inside Ginny?" she asked.
"Perfectly," the redhead replied tiredly as she sat up. "You want a taste?"
Hermione didn't let herself think about it and just leaned down. Licking a trail from the base to the tip, she moaned at the heady, tangy flavor of Ginny that coated it. Harry groaned as she reached the tip and hissed when she gave the bulbous head a kiss.
"I can't believe this is happening," he said, sounding half-delirious.
"Believe it," Ginny said. "You have two beautiful girls who adore you and want to make you feel good, and you deserve all of this."
Turning to Hermione, she asked, "you want me to show you how?"
"Sure," Hermione replied.
"The most sensitive part is right here," she said, running her thumb over the underside of the glans. "I haven't tried it, but I swear he could cum just having that licked."
Hermione had a sudden thought about tying Harry to a chair and trying just that, stimulating the glans until he was just about to cum and then backing off, doing that again and again until he begged to be allowed to cum. She shook her head and looked back at Ginny.
"Swirl your tongue around the head a bit," she said.
Hermione did as she was instructed, holding the base in her hand and letting her tongue drive Harry wild. His appreciative groan made her pussy flutter. She was amazed by the feeling of the cock itself, how it was simultaneously so soft and hard at once. She had read about it, of course, but there was no substitute for experience.
"Now try taking it into your mouth," Ginny said, "just the first couple inches."
Hermione did so, feeling the weight of it on her tongue as she went. Some of the literature she had read on the subject cast the act of fellatio as a demeaning act, and she supposed with the wrong man, it could be, but as she looked up at Harry and saw the awe and pleasure on his face, she couldn't imagine not enjoying it. She bobbed her head up and down, trying to mimic what she had seen Ginny do the last time.
"That's good," Harry said, his voice low and quiet, "so bloody good."
Spurred on by his praise, she tried going faster, which turned out to be a mistake as she went further than she had before and felt his cock poke into her throat. She gagged and pulled back completely, coughing.
"You'll get used to that, to some extent," Ginny said. "Even after all these months, I still can't take the whole thing, but I'm getting better."
She demonstrated by taking him into her mouth and bobbing up and down, managing to take about two-thirds of the substantial shaft.
"Fuck, baby, I love that," he said. "I'm close."
Hermione watched as Ginny moved even faster, her cheeks caving in as she sucked harder and harder on his cock. With a strangled cry, Harry let go, filling her mouth with his seed. She scowled at how little she had actually managed. She never did like failing at anything.
Ginny pulled away from him as he finished and opened her mouth to show Hermione the thick, viscous sperm. She crooked a finger and raised an eyebrow, asking with her gestures what she couldn't speak the words for. Hermione dithered for only a moment before crawling over to her and bringing her lips to the other girl's. As Ginny shared the load with Hermione, she couldn't say that she really liked the taste, but it wasn't unpleasant. Salty more than anything, but not sour or nearly as foul as she had read some could taste. Her arms wrapped around Ginny's, and she pulled the other girl on top of her as they kissed and swapped Harry's cum back and forth. Once the last of it was gone and they had both drank their fill, Ginny trailed kisses down her neck and buried her face between her firm, supple breasts.
"Oh fuck," she whimpered as Ginny kneaded her sensitive breasts and started licking and sucking on her rock-hard nipples.
"Merlin's balls," Harry swore as he watched them. His cock, which had started to soften after he came, surged anew.
Hermione pulled Ginny up and took one of her nipples in her mouth. The salty skin was delightful, and Hermione rapidly gained a new appreciation for men's obsession as she kneaded the firm but wonderfully pliable flesh. She switched to the other one, drawing a lovely moan from Ginny.
"I think it's time for you to get fucked," Ginny said. "Are you ready?"
Hermione sat back and looked over at Harry, who stood looking at them both, clearly eager for her answer. The towering pillar of flesh jutting from between his legs seemed even more daunting as she grew closer to having it inside her, but she would be lying if she said the thought didn't make her pussy drip. She had long since taken care of her own hymen, so she wouldn't have to worry about it tearing, and as wet as she was, she hoped that there would be no other such tearing, but she knew that she was going to be stretched wide.
"Yes," she breathed.
"Good," Ginny said, a wide grin on her beautiful face. "Unless you have another preference, I think you should lie on your back. Every girl's first time should be on her back."
"You're sure you want your first time to be with me?" Harry asked, as if he had just realized what it would be for her.
"There's no one I would trust more," she replied and the warm smile he gave her made her gush.
Ginny stroked a finger gently through Hermione's folds as she settled back on the bed, making her gasp. She inserted two fingers into her sopping hole and sucked on her earlobe.
"You're so tight," she moaned before whispering in Hermione's ear, "he's going to split you in half. You're going to love his cock, I promise."
Hermione moaned and spread her legs wider. Her eyes locked on Harry's as he walked to the bed, his heavy cock bobbing in the air with each step. The raw desire she saw in his eyes made her clench. She could still hardly believe that he wanted her as badly as he did. As he knelt before her on the bed, he took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head on her wet pussy, making her moan.
"I'll be gentle," he said. "I promise."
"Like I said, I trust you," she replied, "now please, fuck me."
The words, which would have sounded foreign on her lips a month ago, still belied greater bravery than she felt as she saw him line himself up with her. When he finally started to press into her, she gasped, unable to fathom the sensation. When his bulbous head finally popped inside her, her cry echoed through the room.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked, his eyes lidded.
She just nodded, unwilling to try speaking, and he pushed in further. She was glad that she was as wet as she was, because the way he was stretching her nearly hurt as it was. There was a burning sensation, to be expected from being stretched so wide, she supposed, but with it came incredible pleasure. If just having him inside her felt this good, she couldn't imagine what it would be like when he really started going.
"You feel so good," he groaned, "like a warm, wet fist; you're so tight."
Any impulse Hermione might have had to tell him to stop or even wait fled at his words and the look on his face. He looked enraptured by her, and she never wanted that look to go away. She knew that Ginny could take him and that she would likely get used to him quickly enough, so she grew determined to take all that he could give her. Inch after inch of his hard, impossibly thick shaft tested that determination, and by the time his hips finally touched her legs, they were shaking from the effort of just taking him inside her.
"How's that feel?" Ginny asked, running her fingers through Hermione's hair as she sat down next to them.
"So big," she shuddered, "so good."
"Do you want me to wait?" Harry asked.
"I want you to fuck me," Hermione replied.
His eyes widened for a moment before taking on a dark look she recognized as lust. He started to move slowly, dragging his colossal cock out of her most of the way and then gently pushing it back in. Every thrust became easier to take than the last as she slowly got used to the feel of him. The burning that Hermione had felt gradually lessened, and the pleasure increased rapidly. After a minute or so, Harry tried thrusting inside her harder than he had dared yet, and she let her head fall back and cried out at how good it felt.
The heat inside her core was all-consuming, and she knew it wouldn't take her long to cum like that. Every spot inside her that she knew to be sensitive must have been touched by him, as it felt better than she could have ever imagined. She looked down at where he was burying what felt like a foot of cock inside her and gasped at the sight. He was so big that she could actually see the outline of his cock through her skin. She looked up and saw a downright smug grin on his face, and she tried clenching her pussy around him.
"Holy shit," he gasped, and she giggled at the look on his face.
He responded by grabbing her hips and picking up the pace. It was her turn to gasp and mewl as the sensations became even stronger. Soon she felt a familiar tightening in her body and was shocked to realize that she was really going to cum already. Her mouth hung open, and she was about to say she was close when Ginny reached over to rub her clit and her world went white.
"HARRY!" she barely heard herself scream as an orgasm beyond anything she'd even dreamed of crashed over her. Her legs tightened around him, and her arms wrapped around his neck as the pleasure thundered through her. She had no idea how long it lasted, just that when it finally ended and she opened her eyes again, through unshed tears she could see Harry and Ginny both staring at her, Harry's cock still buried inside her.
Her pleasure was slow to fade with her pussy still filled by him, and as he started moving again, she whimpered with every thrust. Her orgasm had taken a lot out of her, and she just laid there and let him fuck her for a few moments. He grabbed her legs and put them over his shoulders, her feet resting by his head, and started fucking her hard again.
"Holy fuck!" she cried. He felt like he was reaching even deeper like that.
Hermione turned her head and saw Ginny sitting there, openly fingering herself while Harry did his best to drive her mad.
"Sit on my face," she said.
"What?" Ginny asked, startled.
"Sit on my...of fuck...my face," she moaned.
That was all the encouragement Ginny needed as she moved to straddle Hermione's face. Hermione looked up at the soaking wet pussy and grabbed Ginny's thighs to pull her down. She had tasted her on Harry's cock and enjoyed her just as much like that. Ginny ground her dripping slit on Hermione's face, using the other girl for her pleasure. Hermione might have preferred having their positions reversed, but she found that she had no problem being on the bottom like this.
Hermione could hear Harry and Ginny both moan, but it was muffled, and she assumed that they were making out while they fucked her. That imagery alone would have been enough to turn her on, and as Harry continued to fuck her, it helped push her ever closer to another orgasm. She swiped her tongue over Ginny's clit and heard the other girl cry out. She had no idea how close Ginny had gotten while she masturbated and decided to see if she could get her off already. Swirling her tongue around the hard nub of her clit, as the redhead had shown her how to do to the head of Harry's cock, she grinned as she felt Ginny's legs start to shake.
Just as she was about to increase the pressure, she felt like something inside her gave way under Harry's thrusts, allowing his cock to slip inside, and it hit her. Her orgasm came out of nowhere, hitting her like a bolt of lightning and lighting her entire body aflame with ecstasy. She heard a voice in the distance screaming, and it took her a while to recognize it as her own. She was vaguely aware of Harry's pace as he fucked her becoming erratic and Ginny continuing to grind her sex on her outstretched tongue, but everything was secondary to the sensations coursing through her. A sudden thought that it might go on forever was the last thing to cross her mind before it all went black.
The distinct sound of kissing was the first thing she noticed, of lips moving against lips. The second was a warmth under her cheek that she couldn't figure out until she opened her eyes and saw Harry and Ginny snogging lazily next to her. She was lying on his muscular chest, her left cheek pressed into him. When she noticed the puddle of drool next to her, she tried to sit up and find something to wipe it up with and realized that she could barely feel her legs.
"You're awake," Ginny said.
"How are you feeling?" Harry asked.
"Great," she replied, adding, "sorry about the drool."
Harry cocked an eyebrow and felt his chest before shrugging. "It's fine. Nothing could make me feel bad about fucking a beautiful girl into a drooling wreck."
He wiped his chest with one of the pillows and threw it away, making it disappear before it hit the floor.
"How long was I out?" she asked.
"Only a few minutes," Harry replied.
"It's happened to me before," Ginny said. "Cumming that hard takes a lot out of you."
"I'll say," Hermione said, resting her head back on his chest.
Hermione smiled when he wrapped an arm around her, and when Ginny joined her, resting her head just across from hers, she hugged the other girl.
"Do you think you'll want to do this again?" Ginny asked, "the three of us?"
"If you'll have me," Hermione replied sleepily.
"Whenever you want," Harry said.
As she let herself drift off in their arms, Hermione had no idea what the future might hold for her, but she knew that, for the time being, she wanted it to include plenty of nights like this.