The Day After

The next evening, Hermione stood naked in front of the bathroom's mirror wearing the same dopey smile that had refused to disappear the entire day. Every witch, and even some wizards, at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had noticed how bright her face, how light her step, and how irrepressible her smile was. She had had to endure the knowing smirks and even some jealous stares from her co-workers. It was as if she was wearing a neon sign on her forehead announcing: "The greatest shag ever."

Now she was facing a dilemma. It felt wrong to demand more of Harry after the feat of endurance he had performed the previous evening, but she wanted to be ready in case he was in the mood. She dutifully did all her nightly ablutions and from a sudden impulse, she even freshened up, just in case. After the amazing night Harry had gifted her, Hermione couldn't in good conscience deny him her backdoor if he asked.

Not that she would anyway. Her mind had been blown away by the discovery of how intensely she enjoyed anal sex. She longed to experience that pleasure again but was shy about asking for it directly. Despite of how much her sexual horizons had expanded in just a few short weeks with Ginny and Harry, and of all the sexual taboos she had already broken, taking a cock in the arse, and enjoying it, still retained a bit of a forbidden aura for her. She was smart enough to realize that was precisely the reason why anal sex excited her so much.

Now that her pussy and arse were squeaky clean and that perfume had been applied to all the proper spots, there was one final decision. Walk into the bedroom naked, or wear knickers and a t-shirt? Perhaps she should stand by the bathroom door naked and pose her voluptuous figure to show him what he was missing.

She decided to go the naked route, but it turned out that she shouldn't have worried about any of that. When she opened the bathroom door, Harry was naked on the bed. His limp penis was waiting for her to make it big and hard.

"What took so long?" he protested amusedly.

She couldn't supress a giggle. "You know me. I was over-thinking this whole thing."

He chuckled. "I'm shocked."

Hermione purposely took bouncy steps towards the bed, and her large, opulent breasts bounced right along. It gratified her to see his eyes glued to her tits. She jumped into bed and cuddled up to him.

"Sorry I kept you waiting. I just wanted to be ready for you." She kissed his lips. "After last night, you deserve to be rewarded. You can have me any way you want, Love," she said sultrily.

"Any. Way. I. Want?" he asked slowly, enunciating every word.

She nodded with a beaming smile before biting her lower lip. She felt naughty and wanton. She was ready for anything he asked.

"Funny you should say that," he smirked, "because tonight I don't want to have sex with Hermione Granger. I want to have sex with someone else."

She had been ready for anything except that. She felt anger rising within her. "What do you mean, Harry? If you think you're going to bring another witch to our house to shag while Ginny is away, you don't know what I'm capable of," she spat.

Harry smiled fondly at her.

Hermione looked at him bewildered. The expression on his face was full of tenderness and love. It made absolutely no sense. He tried to lean into a kiss, and she shrank back, confused.

"I'm sorry. That didn't sound right. Will you allow me to explain?"

She nodded slowly.

"Remember a few weeks backs when you lost your, ehem… anal virginity?" He waited for her to nod. "That day you said something that I haven't been able to stop thinking about since."

"What's that?" she asked softly.

He leaned towards her ear, but this time she didn't shrink back. His hot breath was tickling her ear and neck.

"Tonight, I want to play a game. Tonight, I want to fuck my filthy slag, Hermione Granger."

"Oh…" was the only thing she was able vocalize.

"Are you a filthy slag? Are you ready to be a good little slut?"

She had an immediate physical reaction to his words. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, her sphincter contracted, and her nipples rose to their maximum height. His hot breath on her neck was now sending shivers down her spine.

"Oh, yes," she replied breathless. "Make me your filthy slag and I'll be a good little slut, Harry."

"Before we start, you might want to do a magical enema to be ready for what's coming."

Hermione blushed and smiled coyly. "I was hoping tonight would involve some arse play. I already did the charm." She leaned to whisper in his ear. "All my holes are clean for you."

Harry shuddered but composed himself and got back in character. "They won't be clean for long. I intend to fuck all your three holes tonight. You would love that, like the good little slut you are, wouldn't you?"

"Oh yes," Hermione replied, suddenly feeling breathless. "Please, fuck all my holes."

"Very good. I have your first task…"

"Anything, ask anything of me," she said impatiently.

"First, you need to make me hard," he ordered. "I want you to suck my cock and swallow it completely. You've been close before, so I know you can do it. I want to see your nose buried in my pubes. Be a good cock-slut and suck it."

Harry leaned back against the headboard and spread his legs apart. His penis had gained some rigidity with the dirty talk, but there was still work to be done. Hermione enthusiastically moved between his legs and took a hold of it. The overly excited brunette took him a bit roughly into her mouth and her teeth dragged on the soft skin of his penis, drawing a disapproving grunt from him.

Hermione knew that getting Harry hard wasn't much of a challenge, the difficulty lay in getting all of that succulent meat into her mouth. After just a few strokes his rod was stiff, and she was bobbing up and down his length. She'd had gotten plenty of practice blowing him the last month and by now she could take most of his cock into her mouth. It was those last couple of inches that seemed like an impossibility. First, she attempted to just ram it down her throat, but her gag reflex took over and her throat would close. She pulled out to think about the problem. Trying to force it down was not only very unpleasant, but it also wasn't working.

"Giving up, already?" Harry asked with a smirk.

"Not a chance," she smiled. "I'm only changing tactics. I'm going to make it enjoyable for both of us." She caressed his warm member fondly and put it against her face. With one final kiss to the pink head, she took him into her mouth again.

Hermione sucked him slowly until she reached her limit. She stayed still for a moment, fondling his balls, and then began to bob her head up and down only slightly. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the groans Harry was making and on the twitches on the muscles of his legs. She enjoyed giving him pleasure. This was no longer a competition; it was about giving him pleasure. The brunette visualized herself taking all his cock and the face of pleasure he would make when she did. She lined up her throat with her mouth and pushed down a little. She made progress but gagged and pulled out. After taking a breath she went down on him again. His moans and groans increased until she felt a pubic hair tickling her nose.

"Fuuuuuck," he groaned. "You're almost there, Hermione."

His hands caressed her cheeks and then they sank into her bushy hair, but he resisted the urge to push her head down. After a couple of more bobs Hermione felt her nose hit his pubic bone. She stayed there a moment, enjoying the sounds he was making.

"You did it, you magnificent filthy slag," he gushed.

Despite the pain on her jaw from having it wide open for so long, Hermione felt triumphant. She pulled almost all the way out and then hilted his cock in her mouth repeatedly. Spit coated her chin as she enthusiastically deep throated him. The pain on her jaw became too much and forced her to stop. She was afraid Harry would be disappointed that she didn't make him finish, but when she looked up, he was beaming at her.

Harry pulled her up as she wiped the saliva from her chin with her hand and gave her a small towel.

She chuckled. "I see you were prepared."

"Tonight, might get messy," he explained before kissing her lips. "You're amazing,"

Hermione beamed but got back in character. "Which of my holes may I offer you next?"

"I want to drill your arse…"

"Oh, yes. I was hoping you would say that."

"I know. All filthy slags like yourself love it in the arse."

"I've been wanting your big, fat cock in my butthole for a whole month. It feels so good in there," she said with an obscene moan.

"Tomorrow, when you're sitting at the office, you'll regret those words," Harry said with a smirk.

Hermione felt her pussy clench and arousal dripped out her. "Why is that?"

"Because I'm going to fuck your arsehole sore. I forbid you to use essence of murtlap or any pain relief charm tomorrow."

"Would you at least kiss it to make it better?" she asked with the sexiest voice she could muster. She was also longing to experience that surprising pleasure again.

Harry laughed. "Since you've been such a good little slut and swallowed my whole cock, I'll give your butthole a kiss when I'm done. I'll even let you use a little lube, but not too much."

"You're so good to me, Harry. I love being your harlot."

Her dirty talk was also having a physical effect on him. "Damn, my cock is so wet right now, I'm dripping," he said peeling back the foreskin.

Hermione looked down and verified that the pink head was soaked. A silver string of his sweet and delicious pre-cum was stretching toward the bedsheets. "Can I have some?" she implored.

"Yes," Harry groaned. "There is more where that came from."

Hermione dipped between his legs and sucked all the pre-cum off his cock. When she finished, she stroked him slowly, looking expectantly for another drop to bead at the tip. She was staring at his penis as if she were trying for memorize every vein in it. She looked up to him. "I'm such a cock-slut, Harry. I really am. At least for yours," she said introspectively.

Harry wasn't sure which Hermione was talking, so he decided to continue in character and handed her the jar of lube. "Get on all four. You have one minute to lube up. Ready or not, I'm sticking it in your tight arse after that."

Hermione got on all four and dipped two fingers into the jar of lube. She rubbed them on the rosette of her butthole and slowly dipped one finger into it. Harry lined up behind her and observed her finger moving in and out of her.

"Are you watching?" she asked with a lascivious moan.

"Yes."

She dipped her fingers in the lube again and then pushed it away. She slowly did circles on her butthole and again dipped one finger in, drawing a moan from her lips.

"Is it turning you on, Harry? Watching me finger my arse?" she asked hotly.

"Yes," he replied huskily. Harry noticed her cunt was swollen and soaked. Her juices had reached her inner thighs. "Blimey, Hermione. You are wetter than a nun in a candle shop!"

She chuckled but continued her ministrations. Hermione pulled the finger out and wedged her index and middle fingers together. She then slowly pushed them into her butt, drawing a lewd whimper from her.

"Your time is up," Harry announced, lining up behind her.

He stroked himself, coating the head of his cock with the abundant pre-cum his body was producing. As soon as she removed her fingers, he placed the tip of his cock against her butthole and grabbed the shaft for support. He pushed forcefully and steadily until her sphincter gave way. Hermione gave out a loud cry, but he pushed ruthlessly until the entire head was inside her arse.

"Oh, Harry. That hurt me so good," she purred.

"Do you want it rough, like the filthy slut you are?" he asked at the same time he was slowly pushing further in.

"Yes, please. Give it to me hard," she begged. "Bugger me, Harry."

"If it gets too rough, you need to say a word. What's your word?"

"Cacao," she said impatiently.

"Cacao it is," he repeated before burying his cock with one thrust all the way into her arse.

Hermione screamed, but there were equal amounts of pleasure and pain in her scream. Harry's initial concern disappeared, and he began to fuck her. After just a few strokes his hips were crashing into her butt cheeks with abandon. Harry became enthralled by those beautiful butt cheeks shaking with every stroke. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. He pulled his cock all the way out and roughly buried it back into her winking butthole. Every couple of stokes he repeated the same procedure.

"Oh fuck, yes!" she exclaimed, gritting her teeth.

Hermione was giving loud voice to her pleasure. Minutes passed and she began to grab the sheets and pull them towards her. Harry's balls were bouncing against her wet cunt and soon they too were completely soaked. Harry pulled out of her arse and with a single stroke hilted his cock into her pussy. Her back arched as if an electric jolt had run through it. He immediately withdrew his manhood from her pussy and impaled her butthole mercilessly.

"YES!"

Harry was now alternating with every stroke between her arse and pussy. The sounds of their colliding flesh had turned into wet slaps. The juices of her cunt had spread from Harry's balls and hips to her butt cheeks. Some minutes later, Hermione became frantic.

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD. I'M GOING TO COME!"

"I'm also close," Harry grunted. Where do you want it, pussy or arse?" he asked with urgency.

"ARSE, ARSE!"

Harry grabbed her waist firmly and fucked her as hard as he could. For good measure, Hermione's hips started pushing back to meet his incoming strokes. It was a savage buggering. A minute later Hermione screamed and lost muscle control. The brunette was shaking and convulsing vigorously and fell face first against the bed. Harry fell on top of her, still balls deep inside her arse, and her clenching butthole brought him over the edge. He kept stroking hard until he had pumped all his cum into her.

Harry dropped next to her and embraced her. She embraced him back, holding on for dear life. Hermione's entire body was still quivering and only slowly did the tremors come to a stop.

"Bloody hell, Harry," she said with a tremulous voice. "That was so fucking good."

"I told you. All filthy slags like it in the arse," he said chuckling.

She laughed with him. "What can I say. I'm a painted whore, but only for you," she declared before kissing his lips. "I do believe you wrecked my butthole…"

"Are you alright?" Harry asked concerned.

Hermione gave him a reproachful look and he realized she wanted him to get back in character.

"My poor little butthole is hurting," she continued, ignoring his question. "It's still clenching."

"You were a naughty girl, and a little pain will do you good. Remember what I said," he admonished her. "No murtlap or charms."

"You did promise to kiss it and make it better, though," she pouted.

Harry laughed silently. "Is my cum still inside your arse?"

"Yes, would you like me squeeze some out?" she asked innocently.

"No. I'm good," he laughed.

Harry moved down and spread her butt cheeks. Her normally pink, star shaped butthole was now red, and compared with earlier, it was swollen. As Hermione had said, it was still slowly clenching. He was a little concerned for her and after this game was over, he would let her get some relief, but for now, he kissed it and licked it in slow circles as soothingly as he could.

"Hmmm. That does make it feel better," Hermione purred.

After a final goodbye kiss to her backdoor, Harry moved up. "Are you ready for more, slut?"

"More?" she asked intrigued. "You've already been in all my holes, but I'm ready for more, if you want," she added demurely.

"I haven't fucked your mouth yet. Sucking my cock isn't the same thing," he pointed out.

"I guess that, technically, you're right," she conceded.

"First, I want you to get me hard using only your hands. Wank me!"

Hermione looked at him with a Cheshire cat smile and her hand moved down to caress his flaccid member. Harry was a grower. His penis wasn't particularly impressive when it was limp, but with the proper stimulation it grew into a magnificent instrument of pleasure. She loved the feeling of power that making his cock grow made her feel. She loved the power of making his manhood go from soft and unremarkable, to hard and impressive.

She continued to slowly caress the underside of his growing length as she attentively watched its gradual transformation. Hermione finally wrapped her hand around his girth and stroked him a few times. She let go temporarily while she lowered her hand to her cunnie and got her fingers wet with her arousal. She took his member in her hand again and peeled back the foreskin. With her slick index finger, she massaged the frenulum. Harry immediately groaned and squirmed under her as his cock hardened.

"Good boy," Hermione said as she resumed stroking him slowly. His rod reached its full length and stiffness and the brunette smiled smugly at him.

Harry drew her hand away and got off the bed, standing next to it. "Kneel in front of me," he ordered her.

Hermione obediently got off the bed and kneeled in front of him. She looked up into his eyes, pushed her head back and opened her mouth. Harry took a step forward until the tip of his penis was just in front of her hungry mouth.

"If you want me to stop, you need to tap my leg three times with your hand."

Hermione nodded and tapped his leg three times to show him she understood his instructions. From this perspective his cock looked huge, and she started to have doubts about this part of the game. In her professional and personal life, she tended to be assertive and bossy. She liked being in control. But in this bedroom, with Ginny, Harry or both, she was submissive and enjoyed relinquishing all control. She let herself be used as a sexual toy for their kinky desires, and she bloody loved it.

Did that explain why despite her second thoughts, her pussy was dripping wet again; explain why her nipples were rock hard; explained why she was consumed with desire? The answer became evident, and she embraced it wholeheartedly.

"I'm a filthy slut, Harry. I want to choke on your cock!"

He pushed roughly and deep into her mouth, making her retch. She barely contained the bile rising from her stomach. Harry relentlessly continued to push his hips back and forth drawing choking and retching sounds from her mouth. Her eyes became watery, and she looked up at him, placing her hand against his leg, ready to tap out. He was looking down intensely at her, biting his lower lip fiercely and showing no mercy.

Hermione didn't tap out, though. Instead, she closed her eyes and realized that choking on Harry's big, fat cock, was making her pussy so wet that her cum was now dripping on the carpet. She introduced two fingers into her drenched cunt, hooking them towards the top wall of her vagina, and began to finger herself.

The pleasure she felt between her legs made her throat relax and Harry was able to sheath his entire manhood inside her mouth. Soon, his balls were bouncing on her saliva coated chin. He was truly fucking her face now, and he grunted with every firm thrust of his hips. Her nimble fingers brought her over the edge and her entire body shook. Harry would luckily never know how fortunate he was that she was able to resist the urge to bite down during her orgasm.

In the end, it was the pain in her jaw and the overwhelming need to have Harry inside her pussy that made her tap out. She got up holding the joints of her jaw and reached for the hand towel to dry her chin and neck. She dismissed his concerned look.

"Harry, I need you inside my pussy, please," she begged. Here visage was one of pure lust.

Hermione laid down on the bed and raised her legs, hooking one arm behind each knee and pulling back, spreading herself wide open. Her hips rose slightly off the bed, leaving her completely exposed to him.

What a sight it was. Her swollen cunt was dripping like a leaky faucet and the slick drops were rolling down her taint, accumulating in the hollow of her red and swollen butthole. Harry's blood boiled over at the sight of both her holes clenching rhythmically.

He impaled her pussy pitilessly. Despite of how wet she was, the embrace of those walls was still tight and warm. He groaned with delight.

"Oh, yes. Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me hard!"

The pleading tone of her voice boosted his ego and gave Harry confidence. He started pumping his hips determined to fuck her into oblivion. The speed and force of his thrusts quickly became ferocious. After just a minute, the brunette started shaking under him, making unintelligible noises. He fucked her through her orgasm and a few minutes later she was shaking again. Her face and neck were flushed, and she was breathing raggedly through her mouth. Her countenance was frozen in a rictus of absolute bliss.

One careless stroke of his hips took his cock out of her pussy. Harry reached down to grab it and place it at her opening, but in his rush, he placed it against her butthole. Hermione's eyes opened wide with surprise and they both momentarily exchanged a glance.

"Yesyesyesyesyes," she said, and bit her lower lip before closing her eyes.

Harry was too far gone into lust to worry about lubrication. The slick cum accumulated on her butthole and around his cock would have to do. He pushed into her arse and the brunette let out a long, drawn out moan. Her incisors dug into her lower lip, leaving deep bite marks on her skin.

He buried his cock all the way into her arse and pumped his hips again. After several strokes he switched to her pussy and back, alternating between her holes with each stroke. Hermione began to scream a stream of obscenities that Harry could barely make out, but "fuck me," "wreck me," and "big cock" featured prominently. A couple of minutes later she began convulsing and lost muscle control. Her arms unhooked from behind her knees and the legs fell to the bed, still spread wide. Harry switched to her pussy one last time, determined to fill it with all the cum he had left. He fucked her clenching pussy until he exploded inside her with a torrent of cum. Hermione went limp under him as he delivered the final strokes. He laid exhausted to her side and took her hand into his. She squeezed it before they went into a haze.

Several minutes later, Harry rolled to his side to face Hermione, propping himself up on his elbow. She was already facing him and looked into his eyes. He extended his free arm to caress her cheek.

"Are you alright?" he asked. "I was too rough," he added guiltily.

Hermione nodded. "Yes, I'm alright. Sore. But better than alright. I liked it rough," she said shyly, "just as much as I liked it gentle and romantic yesterday." The brunette took a deep breath and spoke in an introspective tone. "I've discovered so much about myself these past weeks, Harry. Mainly, that inside my swotty little heart, there also lives a closeted slut that loves sex and craves cock."

They both laughed heartily.

"When I married Ron, I had all these teenage romantic notions of what sex would be like, but those expectations were completely shattered with him. For three years I dreaded having sex. In the end it became a chore that I hated. With Ginny and you I can finally express myself sexually. I can be a lesbian, a slut, or a romantic lover and feel comfortable with myself. I'm so thankful to have you both."

They shared a long kiss before Hermione shifted. "Will you clean my bits, Love? I'm leaking all over the sheets," she asked him.

Hermione loved the fact that Harry never used magic to clean their genitals after sex. Doing it manually felt so much more intimate and caring, and it gave her a warm and fuzzy feeling. He grabbed a clean hand towel and she spread her legs for him once again. He kneeled between her legs and smiled. A rivulet of white semen was leaking out of her pussy and another one out of her arse. It was oddly sexy.

"What?" she asked seeing his smug smile.

"I really filled you up. Didn't I?" he said proudly.

She chuckled. "You pumped like a litre of cum in me, Harry. Now stop congratulating yourself and clean me."

Hermione flinched a little when he cleaned her sore butthole. She could feel the inflammation.

"I'll go get the jar of murtlap," Harry announced starting to get up.

"No, Harry. I don't want it."

"Hermione, the game is over," he said concerned. "Your arsehole is swollen, and tomorrow is going to hurt."

Harry was intrigued when he saw her blush and smile mischievously.

"Tomorrow at the office, I want my co-workers to see me walk funny," she said with shiny and dreamy eyes. "I want them to hear me groan when I sit down. I want them to wonder who wrecked my arse and pussy."

Harry was looking at her with his mouth hanging open. Hermione chuckled again. Her reputation in the office was that she was a no-fun, frigid taskmaster. She wanted to show everyone how wrong they were.

"I think I'm beginning to discover my exhibitionist side, Harry. It might be worth exploring."

"Blimey," was all he could say.

O-o-O-o-O

On Saturday evening the trio arrived late from Madrid. The team had celebrated their victory in a bar and restaurant in the Spanish capital, but they excused themselves around midnight and returned to Grimmauld Place. Ginny was flushed with victory, still holding the MVP award in her hand when they stepped out of the Floo.

"Let the real victory celebrations begin," the redhead said laughing. "You have no idea how much I missed you two."

She ran up the stairs discarding articles of clothing on the way up. Harry and Hermione looked at each other briefly before running after her, laughing and leaving a trail of clothes behind them as well.

Hermione declared that Ginny had exclusive rights to Harry's cock for the evening. It was Ginny's night. They guided her to the bed and laid down to either side of the redhead.

"You must be tired," Hermione said kissing her lips. "Harry and I will take care of you."

Every single inch of Ginny's body was covered with kisses by her two lovers that night. They set her skin on fire, making it hypersensitive to touch. She enjoyed the feeling of having both her tits being bitten and sucked simultaneously by them. Even more enjoyable was having both of them between her widespread legs, eating her pussy out. The sight of them lapping up her pussy juices and sticking their tongues out to share her arousal, sent shivers up her spine.

When Harry mounted her and stuffed her pussy full of his cock, Hermione not only took care of stimulating her tits with her hands and mouth, but she also stimulated the rest of her body. She sucked her tongue, her fingers and her toes as Harry fucked her raw. After he filled her pussy with cum, Hermione also took care of getting him hard again for her.

A little over an hour later, Ginny laid completely exhausted and debauched on the bed. Harry had deposited three loads of cum into her pussy, and it was leaking profusely out of her.

Hermione took care of that also. She went between her legs and slowly and sensually licked Harry's wizard-milk off her cunt. Harry was transfixed by the sight of the brunette slurping and drinking his cum out of Ginny's pussy. He slowly wanked himself as he watched Hermione. With a final moan of satisfaction, the brunette licked her upper lip when she finished.

Ginny fell asleep feeling completely satisfied.

O-o-O-o-O

The next day their friends visited Grimmauld Place to congratulate Ginny on her performance against the Spanish team. They gathered in the sitting room, where Angelina and George narrated the most exciting plays to a captive, and in some cases, unwilling audience while Harry served drinks and Kreacher offered appetizers.

The other theme of conversation that afternoon was the heat wave that was affecting the south of England.

"This is beach weather we're having," Hannah Longbottom remarked.

"Why don't all of us spend next weekend at the Shell Cottage," Fleur suggested excitedly. "It's not the French Riviera, but it's a beach."

"You all would be welcomed," Bill said, seconding the idea. "Although, I'm afraid we don't have space for everyone."

"That's not a problem," Hermione, chimed in. "We have a tent with an Undetectable Extension Charm."

"So do we," Luna Lovegood joined in. "Rolf and I use it whenever we go on a magizoologist field expedition."

"That settles it then," Bill said. "George and Angelina can stay in the upper floor spare bedroom, and Neville and Hannah can stay in the one downstairs."

The girls made the arrangement as to who would bring what and on the early evening the guests left. All of them were looking forward to the next weekend.

O-o-O-o-O