It wasn't even midday yet when Harry emerged from the passage of the One-Eyed Witch. Normally, given that it was a Friday, he'd be in classes, but there were extenuating circumstances.
As usual after visiting his two veela lovers, he was in a fantastic mood. It was the third time since his first clandestine visit there that'd he'd managed to get down to the village. If there was one small disappointment in his visit, it was that no, or very little, progress had been made in determining the unique nature of what was happening to them. I haven't even seen Iliyana since that first time.
Still, he took a great deal of pleasure in any time spent with Anya and Orina. They were quickly becoming more than just his lovers but his closest friends. He would've stayed down in the village with them even longer, but today more than any other day, his absence would've been noted. The two foreign schools were set to arrive sometime after lunch… hence the dismissals from class.
Like the rest of the school, Harry was excited for their arrival and what it actually meant. The tournaments start soon. I swear the leadup to Halloween has never felt so long. Hopefully, nothing ridiculous happens this year.
Looking around the corridor, Harry made sure that there was no one around to witness his quite blatant rule-breaking. Even underneath the invisibility cloak, he thought that it was best to be cautious. The corridor was non-descript for the massive castle, just one of the many unused rooms was across from it. Finding that the coast was clear, he pulled the cloak from his shoulders and hid away in his bag.
As he passed the door to the room just across from the passage, it opened, much to his surprise. Susan leaned against the doorway, with a tiny, mischievous smile on her face. Her school uniform was in far from pristine condition, her yellow and black tie loose around her neck and the top few buttons of her blouse undone to show off just a hint of her impressive bust, "Hey there, Harry. Fancy seeing you here."
"Hey Susie," he returned her smile. While he certainly hadn't been expecting her, that didn't mean he wasn't pleased to see her, "What brings you to this part of the castle?"
She took one step out into the corridor and grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him inside the room, "Oh not much, just you."
"Me?"
Leaning up, she kissed him on the lips heatedly. Her hand went to the nape of his neck and she scratched her fingers there making him shiver. She hummed her affirmation as she pulled away, "Yep, waiting for you. Didn't manage to catch you after breakfast, but saw you headed this way. Unlucky me, the passage closed behind you as I was coming round the corner."
"So, you waited hours for me? Alone?"
"I waited, yes," Though she deliberately ignored the second part of his question, "I enjoy spending time with you and we haven't had… well any good chance to spend time alone since our fun down in the basement."
"Sorry about that," Harry said. Despite his willingness for a repeat, the opportunity hadn't presented itself.
"Oh don't apologize," Susan said with a shake of her head, "We've both been terribly busy. I thought about inviting myself along to your practice sessions with Sue," there was something in her eye that made him think her mind went to something… illicit, "but, I don't know her nearly well enough, and I wouldn't want to intrude."
"You wouldn't be intruding," he told her. Granted, they'd been getting up to more than just dueling practice, at least some of the time that they spent together. He'd eaten the Chinese witch's delicious quim twice more, though they'd had more practices than that. And it's always so adorable how embarrassed she gets to ask. Because she certainly hadn't beaten Harry since that one and only time, she was forced to ask him. And always so politely too.
"I'll keep that in mind." Susan said, leaning in to kiss him along the jaw, "But right now, I have something else I'm thinking about."
"Oh, you do?" Harry's hands dropped to her hips and pulled her a bit closer.
Sue giggled lightly, "Hmmm I definitely do. I'm curious though, where did you go down that hidden passage? Visiting one of your other lovers?"
Oh, how right you are. Harry swallowed, knowing that anything less than the truth would be unfair to her and his other lovers, "I was in Hogsmeade. Visiting the Three Broomsticks." Despite their best efforts, the two young veela had yet to find more permanent accommodations.
She was still nuzzling against his neck, "And…"
"I was visiting Orina and Anya." That caught her attention.
She pulled back, her eyes going dark with desire as she looked right at him, "Orina… she's the new absolute fucking stunner that's working at Honeydukes?"
Harry nodded his head, and that simple confirmation pulled a whimper from the redhead in front of him, "They're the veela I saved at the World Cup."
Susan was breathing heavily, in arousal though, not anger, "And you…uh… you…" she gestured meaningfully, "with them while you were down in the village?"
"Yes," he admitted, holding back a chuckle at her unwillingness to just ask him the blunt question, "though I would've gone down there just to spend time with them. They're wonderful."
"Oh, I'm sure they are." Susan leaned into him again, nipping at his jaw as her hand went to the waist of his trousers, "I could've guessed it you know. You wreak of sex. It's on you like perfume… and it smells soooo good."
There was a noise from behind him, from a voice that Harry recognized right away. It was a gasp of indignation and need, and frustration, "How many?" The voice demanded.
Susan's fingers were just about to wrap around his shaft when he pulled away to find Daphne standing there. His redheaded lover wouldn't be denied though, as she stepped with him. Her fingers found his shaft and they both moaned. Trying to ignore the soft hand around his cock, he looked at the beautiful blonde Slytherin, "Hi Daphne. Didn't expect to see you here."
The girl in question stepped close to him, her chest pressing into his arm. Her striking blue eyes were darker than he'd ever seen them. Not for the first time in his life, he wondered how he'd gotten himself into this sort of situation. Better than the basilisk I suppose.
"I asked, how many?" Daphne growled the words out, her eyes drifting down to where Susan was clearly stroking him beneath his trousers.
"How many girls?" He received a harsh nod in return.
Susan gave a firm squeeze of his leaking glans, and muttered to herself in spite of her company, "You're still fucking wet…oh, I bet they taste incredible. " Daphne's attention snapped to the redhead at that.
Harry's eyes fluttered from the pleasure that shot down his spine at Susan's actions, but he still managed to answer, "Oh uh… Orina, Anya, Ginny, Susan, Sue…" With every name listed, Susan stroked him. Both Daphne and Susan were breathing heavily, the air charged with desire and need.
Susan giggled, and looked right at Daphne, "You should add one more name to that list, Harry."
Harry's emerald gaze met Daphne's and she blushed but didn't move away, as she muttered, "More than one probably." He quirked one eyebrow at that, genuinely unsure who else she could be referring to. Merlin, at what point does it become excessive?
"She's been such a wonderful potions partner for you this year…" Susan said as she unsnapped the button of his trousers, and started pushing them down his thighs, "Don't you think that you should reward her?"
"Not helping, Bones." Daphne snapped out. Though her eyes weren't on her friend, no they were on the bulge in his pants that was straining against the stretchy material and leaving an obscene impression of his manhood.
"What?" Susan asked innocently, "You're in here because you want a piece of Harry, just like me."
"I do have an Outstanding in Potions, thanks to you." Harry interjected, "And you've even shared some of your best kept secrets with me."
"Because I fancy you, obviously," Daphne said exasperatedly, "Not that you seemed to notice."
"Of course I noticed," He said, much to her surprise, "The little looks and slips of the tongue, when your mind was ahead of your mouth. Blimey, the first day of classes, you said that you were going to keep me."
Her blush deepened at the reminder, as she murmured, "Thought you would've forgotten about that."
"What bloke forgets when a beautiful girl tells him they're going to keep him?" Harry asked her with a smile. Though he doubted that she saw it, because her eyes were glued to where Susan now kneeled. Hooking her fingers beneath the waistband of pants, she pulled them down and his heavy member bounced between his legs. Daphne gasped at the mere sight of it, and she wiggled her thighs together.
Susan looked up at her friend triumphantly, "I told you."
"I uh… I never said I didn't believe you." Susan wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and moaned low in her throat at the taste. Pulling away she started stroking his sex-slick cock, "Fuck… they taste amazing… Is it just one or?
"Both," Harry told her without hesitation. Every little tidbit he shared about his veela lovers only seemed to drive her own desire higher, so why hide anything.
Susan reached for Daphne's knee and pulled her down next to her. The Slytherin's big, blue eyes were fixated on the leaking cock-slit as Susan angled him in her direction, "You should taste it, Daph."
"I…" She hesitated, and Harry was about to reassure her. Tell her that she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to, but Susan was relentless.
"It's all you've been dreaming about for weeks, Daphne." One of her delicate hands was stroking the base of his shaft while the other massaged the curve of her friend's bum, "His big, fat dick wet with the juices of some other gorgeous witch. How many times have you cum around your fingers with this very thing in your mind?"
With a shameless moan, Daphne opened her mouth and latched onto his sensitive glands. Susan's hand went to her friend's hair, blonde locks filling her fingers as she leaned into whisper, "You look so fucking hot with his cock in your mouth." Her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the taste of him. Her tongue flicked along the underside of his glans, but she pushed no deeper. No her legs shook and she humped against the air as she shuddered through an orgasm. Huh, never seen anyone have one hands free that quickly
Susan was absolutely giddy as she looked up at Harry, "Look at her, so horny she didn't even need you to touch her. That's… amazing."
"You… you're telling me."
With another mischievous smile, she looked up at him through hooded eyes, "You know, I'm surprised your veela lovers left your cock sooo… dirty. Any good girl would have cleaned that beautiful cock up for you."
Harry groaned as Daphne recovered from her own orgasm and was tentatively sucking more of his cock into her mouth, her soft hands came up between his legs and tickled at his bollocks too, "I… I gave them plenty to remember me by for the rest of the day. They… they wanted to do the same." Two pairs of dark eyes looked up at him at that, pure lust reflecting in their depths.
Susan leaned into whisper to Daphne as she continued to suck his cock. Minutes passed as they had a quiet conversation. Anytime Daphne needed to respond, she would shake her head with his length still lodged in her warm oral embrace. The words spoken were rushed and soft enough that he couldn't hear any of it. Whatever the redhead had planned, it prompted the Slytherin to pop off his cock minutes later but not without one more kiss to his crown.
She looked so earnest as she asked him, "Can you give us just a minute?" He nodded his head and started stripping himself of the rest of his clothes. He could feel their eyes taking in every inch of him. It seemed he'd distracted them from their little plan.
When he realized they weren't going to move without his prompting, he asked them, "Well?" The two girls looked at each other, each looking for silent support from the other.
As though they'd rehearsed it, they pushed their skirts to the floor where they pooled at their feet. Both of their pristine pussies were covered by a pair of skimpy knickers. Slytherin green for Daphne and Hufflepuff yellow for Susan. Just because they were friends with a common goal didn't mean they didn't feel a sense of house pride.
Daphne laid herself down on the ground and Susan laid herself over top of her friend facing her. Their legs were interlocked and their hips were pressed together. They wiggled their hips and grinded their covered mounds against one another. They both whimpered slightly at the illicit contact. Since she had the better angle, Susan reached back and peeled their knickers away from their soaked slits. The two pussies were stunning, Daphne's a darker pink than Susan's. A drop of the latter's essence dripped down and formed a strand between the two girls.
They were both looking at him desperately horny. Susan spoke as Daphne bit her lower lip between her teeth, "Neither of us is ready to lose our virginity." She blushed at that admission, but relaxed at Harry's smile, "But we both want to feel you. And we think Orina and Anya had the right idea of things. We thought maybe…" Her bravado failed her then, and she couldn't seem to find the words.
He knew exactly what they wanted, "You want me to stick my cock between your gorgeous pussy's and fuck you, right? So, then I'm covered in both of you as well as Anya and Orina."
"Fuck, yes." Daphne said, much to both his and Susan's surprise, "That's exactly what we want. Now please, Potter. Just do it. You don't have any idea…" She sounded like she was on the verge of tears, and he had no intention of making his beautiful friend cry.
Without another word he kneeled down to the stone floor. He couldn't help himself and he popped his crown between Susan's swollen lips first and then between Daphne's. Both girls gasped with desperate neediness that made him throb in response.
He knew that if he wanted to, he could slide deeper into either one of them and neither would stop him. Both girls were nearing a primal state of need that knew no reason. But they'd made their intentions perfectly clear to him, and he had every intention of abiding by them. That and unbeknownst even to him, there was something in his subconscious screaming at him not to.
Instead, he slapped his hand against Susan's slit, and his fingers came away wet with her arousal. It had the desired effect, causing her to jump just enough to widen the gap between their damp sexes and he slotted himself between them and pushed down on Susan's hips. All three breathed in delicious extasy. Daphne was staring down at the crown of his cock where it poked out between them, her fingers dropped down to rub lovingly at the slippery glans.
Their taut lips hugged either side of his cock and covered the swollen shaft with their arousal. That's new, but certainly not unpleasant. Slowly, he thrust his hips between them. His crown scraped across Daphne's clit, and her mouth opened in a silent scream, her pink lips stretched in a shocked O.
Susan leaned down to kiss her on the cheek, before turning back to look at him with desperate eyes, "Please… you've teased us enough, Harry."
That sounded like a challenge to Harry, but it would have to wait for another time. He grabbed Daphne's hips, pinning her firmly against the stone floor and started gliding in out of the wonderful seal they'd created with their sexes. It took a bit of practice before he found an appropriate rhythm, and on one occasion he slipped into the welcoming embrace of Daphne's heat, he had to stop himself from pushing forward and sinking into her tight tunnel. The look in her eye when it happened was equal parts fear and indescribable want.
Quickly though, he found his pace and depth and was hammering between their bodies. The wanton moans and gasps he pulled from their bodies as he glided between their snug holes was music to his ears.
"Oh… oh… that's… fuck…" Susan came first, her leaking cock-hugger covered the top of his cock in creamy juices that made his already wonderfully lubricated passage even easier. As her strength left her, she pressed her body against Daphne's and left him pressed not only between their pussies but their taut bellies as well.
Daphne wasn't far behind her friend, panting with every thrust of his cock against her. She reached between them and fisted his cock just as it emerged from between their slits. Daphne peaked at him from over her friend's shoulder, "I want you… soooo… so… bad. You're going… to fill me past my fucking belly button. I don't… I don't know how I'm going to get any sleep knowing that."
Wanting nothing more in that moment than to watch the gorgeous girl cum again, he reached between them and found her extra slippery clit beneath his gliding cock and pinched it. The effect was immediate as she screamed, high and long. Her pussy bathed his bollocks as she peaked, and that proved enough for him.
With his cock head hugged on either side by their slits, he started cumming. In her orgasmic haze, Daphne managed to push against Susan's shoulder so that she could see him gushing cock-head. His thick, creamy seed shot out from between the two girls and covered Daphne from her cheek all the way down to her bare pussy mound.
Just like every other girl he'd been with, she licked the cum from her lips. And just like every other girl, he watched as she had a mini-orgasm at the mere taste of him. Not to miss out on the treat, Susan started licking at Daphne's skin, trying to get as much of his thick, white seed into her mouth as she could manage. The sight of them sharing his seed made his prick throb, but any thoughts of more were quickly wiped from his mind.
Seemingly from nowhere, Dumbledore's voice echoed in the room, but it was happening everywhere in the castle at once, "All students to the entrance hall to greet our guests."
Harry slapped Susan's bum, "Looks like you wouldn't've had the time to clean me up anyway." All three laughed at that and dressed quickly. When they left the room a few short minutes later, no one would have been any the wiser to their activities in the room.
When they reached the enchanted staircase, a sea of students, mostly Ravenclaws and Gryffindors, were descending but stuck thanks to one of the stairs turning. They joined the throng of people almost entirely unnoticed and headed to the Entrance Hall.
All of the professors were waiting for them. Harry parted ways with Daphne and Susan telling them, "I'll see you girls laters." He gave them both a kiss on the cheek and was happy to see the smiles it brough to their lips.
Each of them joined their own houses. Harry noticed Daphne join Tracey, who was looking between him and her friend and wiggling her eyebrows. Daphne slapped her on the arm discreetly and he had to admire the way she didn't even start to blush.
"Everyone, uniforms in place… yes, you too Mr. Weasley. Fred and George, nothing funny or I swear you'll spend the next three years cleaning every nook and cranny in this castle." McGonagall was fussing. The twins saluted her because even they weren't foolish enough to test the woman on that threat.
They walked in lines out of the castle. It was a crisp October afternoon in Scotland. The sun just peaked through the clouds as they all waited anxiously for the arrival of the other schools. Harry felt someone poke him in the side and he looked to his left to see Ginny smiling at him knowingly, "So, where were you?"
"Dueling practice… with Susan and Daphne." He lied easily enough. No one was paying them any mind, though he still talked quietly lest any unwanted eavesdroppers were nearby.
"Really?" Ginny asked innocently, "Not Sue? I'm sure she'll be very put out when she hears that she was left out."
"Sue's not the only person I practice dueling with… as you well know." He really hadn't meant the double-entendre but, it certainly came out that way.
She snorted out a laugh, "Oh, don't I know it." He was saved from having to tell her anything further as a murmur went up in the crowd. In the sky, a dozen massive, winged creatures were descending toward the ground. Behind them was a quite large, powder-blue carriage.
"Pegasus?" He asked no one in particular.
Of course, Hermione was nearby and happy correct him, "Abraxan actually, from the size of them."
"See it's that sort of useless knowledge that's going to win you the academic tournament, Hermione." Harry teased her. I guess they want to make a dramatic entrance.
"Oh, piss off." She huffed. When Ron stifled a laugh beside her, she slapped his shoulder.
"Oi! He's the one who said it! Slap him!" He protested.
"Weasley!" McGonagall hissed at him, and he quickly shut up. They all watched as the carriage landed with surprising grace considering how quickly it'd been moving. Every student who climbed from the carriage was dressed in light blue robes of fine silk, for the boys and girls alike. Though the design was different depending. There were at least sixty of them, maybe seventy when all was said and done.
The woman that followed them out of the carriage was a truly massive woman. She was as tall as Hagrid, but surprisingly graceful. She wore robes of black satin, and opal jewelry. Her hair was dark, and her skin a sun-kissed olive. Despite her size, or because of it depending on the person, she was a good-looking woman.
The boys and girls waited until she was at the head of the line before following her up to the castle. As they neared, Dumbledore approached the large woman and Harry noticed that Hagrid was staring, "Madame Maxime, a pleasure to see you again."
"Dumbleedore," her accent was thick, "'Ogwarts iz as imprezzive as ever."
"Welcome to the students of Beauxbatons!" He called out. Many of the French Academy's students were pretty if not outright gorgeous, though Harry had long suspected that was at least partially related to magic. There were far more gorgeous witches per capita at Hogwarts than he would expect to find out in the Muggle world.
Harry heard Ron mutter something that caught him off guard as he scanned the students, "She's an angel… an absolute angel." He groaned in pain though when Parvati stomped on his foot and glared up at him.
Looking around, Harry found that almost every boy near him and the boys from the other houses as well all seemed fixated on one particular girl in the throng of Beauxbatons students. They were arranged from youngest to oldest and she was one of the upper years, and she was near the back.
Her eyes were a piercing blue and doe-like. Her hair was an eye-catching platinum blonde. It didn't look as though she wore a bit of makeup, and yet she quite clearly didn't need it either. She had high-cheekbones, and full lips on a heart-shaped face. And all of that before you even came to her body. Curves in all the right places, hugged by the powder blue uniform. Her breasts were big and firm, and he would wager that much like she lacked a need for makeup, she had no need for a bra either. Her thighs looked slim, but strong and her hips were wide and womanly.
A stiff wind blew and caused her and the rest of her classmates to shiver. Northern Scotland isn't the south of France. Did anyone think to have them use some Warming Charms?
It seemed that Dumbledore noticed though, as his wand was in his hand. With a wave, they all looked considerably more comfortable. Eyes twinkling, Dumbledore gestured for the students to enter the castle, "Hogwarts hospitality is yours, Madame. Please go inside while we await Durmstrang."
"Mila 'as not arrived yet?" As if in answer, a ship appeared in the Black Lake.
"I daresay that is her now, my dear."
No one was paying the school heads any mind though. There were jealous looks being thrown at the unnamed Beauxbatons student from every girl whose boyfriend couldn't take their eyes off her, and lustful gazes from nearly every boy regardless of their relationship status. It didn't seem to faze her one bit as they started making their way into the castle. To Harry, there was only one reasonable explanation. I'd bet everything I have in Gringotts that she's at least part veela.
Looking to his left, he found that Ginny was staring at her too, but it wasn't as absent as others in the crowd, "See something you like?" He asked her with a wink.
Ginny shook herself and glanced at him, "I wouldn't say no… that's for sure." Harry chuckled heartily at that. But then, stopped when he felt there was an intense look being directed his way. When he looked up, he found that the young woman he'd just been discussing was staring at him with her brow furrowed as she passed them by.
"Looks like you're the only one who got her attention," Ginny whispered to him, as a couple of the boys around him turned to look at him irritably, "Not that that's anything new." He glared at her, but she just wiggled her eyebrows up at him unrepentantly.
They didn't need to wait long for the students of Durmstrang to disembark their ship. They seemed trained almost like a military regiment for the whole thing. They wore fur cloaks over blood-red robes and had fur hats on their heads. They're certainly better equipped for the cold of Scotland.
They were led by a woman who looked no older than thirty-five. There was a scar on her cheek, and her dark hair was in a braid. Her mouth was in a thin line as she approached, but she smiled as she reached Dumbledore. They hugged like old friends, and Dumbledore gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Mila, you had a safe trip?"
"Rough seas off the southern coast of Norway, but fine other than that." He couldn't pinpoint her accent, but he knew it was certainly Scandinavian of some kind. She clapped a hand on Dumbledore shoulder, that looked hard enough to knock a weaker man over, "Come, we're hungry. No use standing out here all day." The Durmstrang students followed their Headmistress in, followed by the Hogwarts students.
As they passed beneath the doors of the Great Hall, Harry leaned down to Ginny and said, "I think I may have underestimated just how interesting this year is going to be." The snort of laughter he received in return told him that she agreed.
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