Harry came down from the dorms after stashing away his assignments. While he spent less time in his dorm all the time, he still tried to keep up appearances. There were a few people milling about down there, but a good number of them had already headed down to the quidditch pitch.

Popping up from a seat in the corner, Ginny hurried over to him, "Ready to go and kick some Durmstrang butt?"

"Always." Admittedly, he was expecting to have a harder time with this game than their one against Beauxbatons. While in most things, the schools were at least close to evenly matched, Quidditch didn't seem to be the French school's strong suit.

"Looks like it's a good day for it." It was true that they'd gotten lucky. The sun was shining, and the north of Scotland was seeing its first winter thaw right at the beginning of February.

They headed toward the portrait together and then to the enchanted staircase. As they started making their way down, Harry couldn't help but ask, "So… are you nervous?"

Ginny quirked an eyebrow, "About the game?" she gave a little shake of her head, "No more so than usual. Why?"

"Well, it's Durmstrang and I know you've become pretty good friends with Sigrid, but I wasn't talking about the game."

"What?"

"Are you worried about Daphne and Padma?"

"Oh… that!" Ginny snorted out a laugh, "No, I don't really think they'd do anything to distract us while we're flying or dueling for that matter. All that was only said in the heat of the moment. I mean, they were just sitting down behind a table. They couldn't actually hurt themselves! I can't imagine they'd want to see that sort of thing happen to us." She sounded confident, but from the way her eyes flitted over to him, he could tell there was some concern too, "Are you?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "I wouldn't put anything past a Slytherin and Ravenclaw working together." Though he had to agree, if they were planning something, it was unlikely that it would lead to any genuine bodily harm. I'm not sure if we can even do that to one another.

"Good point…" She poked him in the shoulder playfully, "You know you're on my team, right? You're not supposed to be playing head games with me right before the game!"

That was probably a fair point, but then he was also technically the captain, "As your captain, I simply want you to be ready for all eventualities."

"I think you could've kept that one to yourself…" She finished with a rueful shake of her head.

"Well, if nothing else, it should keep us on our toes."

"Yes, because we need more help with that sort of thing when we're playing quidditch, you prat!" From the way she couldn't help but chuckle at the end, he could tell that she wasn't really angry.

"Suppose it just gives us extra incentive to finish the game as quickly as possible."

Ginny scowled in his direction, "You mean it gives you extra incentive because you're the one who can end the game."

"Fair point." They waited for the stairs to arrive as they were making their way down from the third floor to the second. As they reached the next landing, Harry briefly looked down the corridor only to see the Headmaster making his way toward them.

"Ah, Harry, I'm glad to have caught you, it'll save me a piece of parchment." He nodded toward Ginny, "And good afternoon to you, Miss Weasley, always a pleasure to see you."

"Thank you, professor." She looked between the two men and gestured down the stairs, "I can just keep heading down… if you need a moment."

"No, not at all." Dumbledore assured her, "It's nothing clandestine, and I'm certain you'd be one of the first to hear about it anyway." He turned his attention back to Harry, "I simply wished to inform you that I believe it is time that we resume our lessons. The last month has constituted a sufficient break I would say."

"Of course, professor, when do you want to start?"

"If you're up for it, I see no reason not to begin tomorrow." He looked at him over the rim of his half-moon spectacles, "The usual time, if it suits you?"

"Works for me, sir."

"Wonderful, I look forward to it." Dumbledore smiled at them, "Best of luck today, I'm sure you'll both do Hogwarts proud."

"Are you not coming down to the match, sir?" Ginny asked.

"Of course, Miss Weasley, I just need to pip up to the fourth floor and have a quick conversation with Professor Flitwick." He side-stepped around them and onto the staircase just as it was starting to turn away, "Ah, caught it just in time." He gave them a quick wave and then turned to head up the stairs.

They watched him go before they shared a look, "I thought that you were finished with those lessons? You haven't had an issue with your magic in weeks… months, right?"

"It's gonna be a different sort of lesson this time." He told her quietly, "The sort that might be very beneficial in the future should the worst come to worst with regards to Tom."

More than any of the girls, Ginny understood the sort of monster that had hounded his life. Her eyes hardened at the mere mentioned of his name, "Mores the better, then." He reached down to squeeze her hand, and she gave him a small smile and shook her head, "I'm fine, really. I can't imagine what it'll be like have a private lesson with Dumbledore, though."

"If there anything like the ones I've had earlier this year… brutal." The mental and physical fatigue after those sessions had him very thankful for some of the benefits of his entwinement. And I doubt these new lessons are going to be much different.

"Well…" She gave him a naughty little smirk, "lucky for you, you have plenty of willing partners to massage you better if Dumbledore really pummels you."

Harry reached down and pinched her bum knowing full well that she was serious. Just as they were coming up the stairs, Tracey was coming up with Blaise from the dungeon. The dark-skinned boy seemed somewhere between amused and exasperated with his friend, "Really, Tracey, we're heading down now, can you please stop bouncing off the walls?"

In fairness to him, she did seem particularly excited about this match, "No… never."

"She's just looking forward to playing against Sigrid for the first time, leave her be." Ginny teased their teammate.

"Can't imagine why it matters," Blaise deadpanned, "Not as if they haven't flown with each other half a dozen times since Durmstrang got here."

There was a light blush on Tracey's cheeks that meant there was probably more to it than she was telling them, "Hey! Can't a girl just be excited!? And want to win for that matter!" They could all agree on that sentiment and none of them were going to press her.

They made their way out of the castle together and down to the stadium. The snow was slushy at the side of the path. The thaw had been significant enough that the grass was just peaking out at the surface of what snow remained.

Heading into their respective changing rooms, Harry gave Ginny a quick peck on the cheek goodbye. Blaise and Harry were the first of the gents down there, but as they started getting changed, the others started filtering in. Ron was the last one to join them, and had to hurry to get his gear on, "Busy afternoon, mate?" Harry asked him.

"Parvati and I were studying. Just went a bit longer than we meant it to."

"Right… studying, that's what they're calling it these days." Harry ribbed him, "Is that why you were smiling ear to ear when you came in here?"

Ron's ears turned red as he threw Harry a two-finger salute, "Piss off…"

"The lady doth protest too much." Blaise piled on and it only made Ron more irritated. While he'd finally gotten used to the fact that Slytherins weren't all bad, he still was far from being on great terms with any of them.

"Pretty sure I saw you coming out of a broom closet with Fay earlier today."

"Yes, but I made sure to pay attention to the time."

Ron chortled at that, "Merlin, is it so boring for you that you're more worried about checking the time?"

Blaise furrowed his brow, and opened his mouth to speak but snapped it shut again. He huffed through his nose, "Touche, Weasley."

Any further discussion was interrupted then as Moran burst through the door, "Alright, lads, are you ready for this?"

They were expecting him. Both Gwen and Daithi were there for the first game as well. Their professional outfits were kind enough to schedule around the events given the publicity around them. And by the last match they'll be on break anyway.

There were murmured replies ranging from noncommittal grunts to murmured yeses, but the Irish chaser wasn't satisfied with that, "Really, if that's all the enthusiasm you lot can muster, they're going to fly circles around you. Come on now, you ready for this?!"

The roar that answered him was enough to shake the benches. Moran beamed at them, "Right, that's more like it." He waved for them to follow, "Come on then, it's time."

Harry led them out with Ron just behind him. In the corridor, they were joined by Gwen and the girls on the team. They walked together to the end of the tunnel before they mounted their brooms. They could hear the muffled words of Ludo Bagman as he riled up the crowd. Gwen addressed them as he droned on behind her, "Right, you've trained for this. If you go out there and perform the way that I know you're capable of, there's no doubt in my mind that you're going to come out the victors. Now give 'em hell!"

The Durmstrang team was introduced first, and he could hear the commotion as they took to the pitch.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my great pleasure to introduce the team for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" At that announcement, they all shot out of the tunnel. The air rushed around his ears, as he heard introductions, "With Ronald Weasley at Keeper, Zabini and Inglebee at beater, Ginny Weasley, Davis, and Preece at chaser and captained by, none other than, seeker, Harry Potter!" It was moments like these where he was acutely aware of the fact that he was still viewed as a national hero.

The crowd roared as they made a loop in formation around the pitch before he headed toward the center to shake hands with their captain who just happened to be Sigrid. With a smile, she told him, "Best of luck."

"You too."

The referee was a woman with graying hair and thin lips that he'd never seen before. Must be one of the professional level referees. "If you could take your positions."

Harry moved toward the back of the team's side while Ginny moved forward to be level with Sigrid. The snitch was released first, fluttering off the moment it was let go. A few scant seconds later, the quaffle was thrown upwards, Ginny darted up and snatched it out of the air just out of reach of Sigrid's outstretched fingers, and the game began.

And from the first possession, the game was brutal, fair but brutal. Unlike say, some of his house matches against Slytherin with Flint captaining the team, there were no underhanded tactics employed.

The Durmstrang team was simply tough. Their chasers were good, with Sigrid by far being the best. She was an absolute menace when it came to breaking up plays, but then, they'd all played with her enough to espect that already. What really hindered them was the beaters. He didn't know their names, but they were both big buggers who could bash the bludgers with deadly accuracy.

"What a play by Stenson!" Ludo effused over the crowd, "That's the sort of thing we can expect to see him doing on the professional level some day!" The thing was, he wasn't exaggerating. Stenson managed to hit the bludger into the quaffle as Tracey tried to advance the ball to Preece and even knocked it on to one of his own chasers in the process. Somehow Sigrid's confidence about winning is making a bit more sense now.

That wasn't to say that Hogwarts wasn't playing a good game though because they were. It was just difficult for Blaise and Inglebee to get any play in with the bludgers, so it came down to the skill of the chasers, aided by some rather nifty flying on his part, to really keep the offense alive. And lucky for them, Ron seemed to be on good form too.

It was a long game, one of slow attrition as the snitch decided to be particularly evasive. At the hour mark it was only 80-60 to Durmstrang and they had to sub in Sloper for Inglebee thanks to a rather nasty hit to the shoulder that left more than one bone broken. By the second hour, it was 120-120, but Durmstrang had half again as many good scoring opportunities than them at that point. I'm going to have to thank Parvati later for getting Ron's spirits up.

By the time it rolled past the third hour Tracey was playing through a cracked rib and looked absolutely knackered. Preece had taken a bludger square in the back that seemed to take all the wind right out of him, and with the two of them hampered, there was only so much Ginny could do, "A brilliant goal from Sigrid Aberg there! What a dip under Weasley! It makes the score 180-130 Durmstrang!"

"Time!" Harry called to the ref. She blew her whistle, and both teams moved to their respective sides and made their way down to the ground. When he landed, he could see the fatigue etched into the features of each of his teammates. Only Ginny seemed to be holding up rather well, but then he'd come to expect that sort of thing since the entwinement.

More than anyone, Tracey seemed to be having a hard time breathing, "Think you can keep playing?"

She looked offended at the very idea, "Damn right, I can." What he did next wasn't technically against the rules, but it certainly wasn't something everyone could manage. Reaching over to the Slytherin, he pressed his hand where she'd taken the hit and cast a wandless mending charm. Her next breathes came much easier and she gave him a nod.

"Wouldn't mind you finding the snitch soon though, Potter." Preece looked dead on his feet.

"Trust me, neither would I, but its being an elusive little bastard today." Neither he nor his counterpart had seen even a hint of it. All their dives had been nothing more than bluffs to interfere with chaser play or to grab the attention of the beaters, "I think we need to get some fresh flyers up there."

"Dean, you're in for Preece. O'Flaherty you're in for Zabini," His friend made to protest but he cut him off before he could get going, "Those lads are out-muscling you and you're knackered. Maxine's a bit shiftier, so they might struggle a bit more with her."

He huffed through his nose irritably, but nodded his understanding. There was a whistle from the center of the field to let them know play was about to resume, "Alright, I know this has been a tough one, but we've got this!"

As it turned out, he was right about Maxine. She was able to bother the two maulers on the Durmstrang side a bit more than any of the lads had managed, just because she could slip between them, much to their consternation.

It gave the chasers a bit of breathing room, and as the game made its way past its fourth hour, the score was 230-210 Durmstrang. It was getting dark when he finally caught a glimpse of it. The gold glinting in the dimming lights of the sun, the fluttering ball was low, darting and fluttering between the wooden beams at the edge of the stadium. How bloody long has it been down there?

Durmstrang's seeker was closer, riding along the edge of the pitch almost directly above it. Harry didn't want to give it away too early. So, he waited for the right moment as he watched the snitch flit around like a hawk ready to snatch up some prey.

"What a goal there from Weasley! Fantastic move!" She had managed to dip out of the way of a bludger at the last second and fire the ball up at a steep, almost impossible angle. It banked off the top of the hoop down and through for the goal. The keeper got the ball and passed it back into play, and that was when Harry saw an opportunity.

Darting through the chasers, he made it appear as though he were simply trying to cause a distraction and interrupt the play. Sigrid managed to loft a pass over his head as he drifted lower, eyes still very much on the snitch. As he got across the midline of the pitch, he tilted down and accelerated pushing the broom right to its limit, "What's this?! Has Potter seen something?!"

The Durmstrang seeker had already seen his abrupt movement, but didn't immediately react because he surely believed it to be a bluff. But this time it wasn't. The snitch darted down into the wooden beams and started weaving in out of them as Harry followed in hot pursuit.

Quite smartly, his counterpart didn't try to follow right behind him through the maze that was that part of the pitch. Instead, he tracked him from above and hoped that the snitch would turn up, out, and into his path. It was a risk, but one worth taking given the difficulty of the other option.

As luck would have it, it did make a sudden turn upward and out of the beams, but it was so sudden that the other seeker flew right past it as it happened. Harry made a steep climb upward, pushing the broom perfectly vertical as the snitch tried to escape toward the clouds. He climbed higher, above the viewing stands until he finally felt it within his reach.

His fingers closed around cold metal, and the wings ceased their beating. He let out a whoop as he evened out. A moment later, he realized just how distant the voice of Ludo had gotten in his pursuit, "He's done it! Potter's done it! Hogwarts wins 370-230!"

As he made his way down to the pitch and his teammates, he felt something entirely too familiar and highly unexpected given the situation. It took him clamping down hard on his Occlumency to not have the natural reaction his body was so accustomed to. As he looked at the stand, it wasn't hard to find the girls. With their entwinement, he had a subconscious awareness of them and now that he didn't have the game to focus on, something became immediately obvious.

Three of them were missing, namely, Susan, Daphne, and Padma. What are they up to? Honestly, he was just counting his blessings that they'd had the good sense to wait until the match was actually over. Would've been bloody torture to deal with that the whole game. Still, it begged the question how they even knew that game was over. Catching the look his way, he saw Sue hold up a mirror with a wry smile and then it made sense. Something tells me that wasn't exactly what they had in mind for them when they were made.

He landed amongst raucous cheers and a roaring home crowd. The first one on him was Ginny, and he carried her on his back toward the team tunnel. Gwen and Daithi were waiting there for them, "That was a tough fought game, well done to the lot of you." The beater told them.

"Get yourselves to the showers because you certainly need it." The chaser ribbed them, "And once your done, a few of you should head over to see Poppy as well because you took some rather nasty hits." The team made their way to the showers, Ginny too, as he put her down on her own two feet.

The entwinement was pressing hard against his barriers, and he wanted nothing more than to get up to the castle to find out exactly what they were up to, but he was stopped by their two coaches, "Hell of a catch there, Potter."

"Thanks, just did what I knew I needed to win." He tried to hide any strain from his voice, and he either succeeded or they marked it down to the game.

"Wasn't the best thing you did during the game though." At his quirked eyebrow, Gwen elaborated, "The substitutions after the beating your chasers were taking. Even though she was smaller Maxine was better suited to take on their beaters, it made the last hour of the game a hell of a lot less difficult."

"But we'll go over all of that more at the next practice." Daithi gave him a cheeky wink, "I'm sure there're things up that castle you'd rather be getting to." He doesn't know just how right he is.

It occurred to him, as he made his way into the showers and took a quick, cold one, that he didn't realize there would need to be more practices for Hogwarts. They'd already won their two games, it was only a matter of deciding the runner up in their group with the Durmstrang-Beauxbatons game.

The need at the back of his mind grew more incessant as he finished with his shower, dressed and hurried out the door. Ginny was waiting for him, rather impatiently, her hair still wet from her own shower.

As they made their way toward the exit, they were stopped by a familiar voice, "Ginny, dear! Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"Mum," They both turned to see her family along with Sirius and Remus, "sorry… just figured you might've headed for the castle and were going to meet you up there." It was a perfectly reasonable lie.

They were both swarmed by the group. Sirius and Remus both clapped him on the shoulder, "You have any idea how proud your dad would've been today?" His godfather barked a laugh, "I can just imagine the look on his face."

"While I could imagine Lily's," Remus shook his head with a sad smile, "I think you would've given her grey hairs before her time, Harry."

"But she would've been proud, too… worried, but proud." With a squeeze of his neck, he let him go, "So where were you really off to in such a hurry?"

While he didn't share everything with his godfather and friend, he'd told the two older wizards enough that they were more than happy to tease him every time they saw him. Not that he ever gave them an inch, "Just wanted to head to the infirmary, make sure my teammates are all doing alright. I am the captain, after all."

"Right… I'm sure." He didn't sound convinced.

"I'm surprise you stuck around to say hello," Harry grinned, "Thought for sure when I didn't see Iliyana that you'd need to get back to her."

Sirius blustered and guffawed and wasn't sure what to say for a moment, and Harry called that a win in his favor. Remus just shook his head, and patted his friend's back comfortingly, "You never could get one over on Lily and it seems your doomed to the same fate with Harry."

"It's not fair." Sirius whined, "James was so bloody easy."

"So were you…" Remus reminded him.

Making a face, Sirius had no choice but to concede the point, given the evidence, "Fine… fair play." He pulled Harry into hug, "Either way, it was great seeing you. You were brilliant but we really do need to be off."

"We'll see you soon though. There's always something happening at the castle this year."

No one needed to tell Harry that, "Thanks for coming, don't get into too much trouble before I see you next."

"No promises." Sirius gave him a wolfish grin before they were off. The two men waved goodbye as they headed down the path toward Hogsmeade.

While he was lucky enough that their meeting was rather brief, it didn't look like Ginny was going to be as fortunate. Still, he was going to be polite, "Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, it was great seeing you but there really is something I need to take care of up at the castle."

Arthur shook his hand, "We completely understand, Harry. Fantastic watching you play, as always."

Pulling him into a hug, Molly said softly, "Goodbye dear, be safe." She pulled away and held him at arm's length, "We won't keep them too long. They'll be up just behind you, I'm sure." Considering Ron only joined them as he was leaving, he doubted it would be nearly fast enough for Ginny.

Catching her eye, she flicked them toward the castle and gave a subtle nod of her head. Taking that as permission, he left her behind and made his way up. The entwinement was like a beacon the closer he got. So, he knew they weren't in Anya and Orina's room, but instead were in one of the unused classrooms on the sixth floor. They were very out of the way, and he could imagine they didn't want to steal the other girls' space for whatever they had planned.

When he reached the door, there was no sound coming from within. It was surely silenced if the other wards around it were anything to go by, but the door still opened for him.

As he stepped inside, he finally let his Occlumency fall away and was bombarded with all the sensations at once. If that wasn't enough to leave him stiffening in his trousers, the sight he opened the door to sure as hell would've been.

Daphne was wearing a lacey bustier with sheer cups that let him see her pointy nipples underneath. She was sitting with her pert arse pressed into the small of Susan's back leaving the redhead trapped beneath her. She was looking right at him as he came through the door and she beamed, "Hello there, Harry. We've been waiting for you."

"I can see that." He could also see that Susan's legs were hanging over the side of the bed. There was something pressed between her thighs, right against her clit, and from the actual puddle that rested at her toes, not to mention the streams of her own sticky juices flowing down the inside of her pale legs, he would wager that it'd been there for quite a long time. Daphne's prodding fingers were only intensifying the situation.

A moan from the other side of the bed had him leaning to see more. Padma was there with copper hair between her legs. Her legs were hooked over Susan's shoulders, keeping her in place just like Daphne, but it didn't appear that she was trying to fight her way free. The Ravenclaw leaned her head over so she could see him better as her hand threaded through copper tresses, "Con… Congrats on the win!"

"You all played a brilliant game." Daphne added. There was a wet squelch as she hammered her fingers down into Susan's dripping cunt.

"I'm guessing you missed the whole thing." She gave him a cheeky smile, "And you were up here the whole time?"

"That's right!"

He took a few steps toward the bed, until he was close enough that he could touch Daphne. His hand ran along her side, down her taut belly, tickling at the smooth skin and eventually came to rest on Susan's bum, "And this started…"

"The second that we got up here."

"That shouldn't be possible." It didn't make any sense to him in the slightest. If they'd been teasing, or more like tormenting, Susan for almost five hours, it was impossible that he wouldn't have noticed.

"You're right, but Padma and I did a bit of research together and found a minor loophole in our wonderful little situation." As she told him that, she reached for her wand and disrobed him with a simple wave. They ended up piled in the corner in a messy heap.

The blonde became rather preoccupied with his protruding pillar and left it to Padma to explain, "When the…" she bit her lip briefly and her eyes fluttered shut as Susan hit a particularly good spot, "the stimulation that we're receiving isn't from another one of our partners, it doesn't seem to effect anyone else."

Harry could've sworn that wasn't the case early on, that Orina and Anya could be together or by themselves and he'd find himself harder than a rock and desperate for release. But that was when it was only the three of us, now there's nine. There's every possibility things changed, especially now that everyone is entwined.

Daphne swiped her tongue beneath the crown of his cock aggressively before pulling off to throw him a smile, "So we decided to use that to our advantage." She went right back to bobbing hungrily on his knob and he couldn't help but groan as he took hold of her head.

"There's a nifty little spell that… that Daphne knows that can keep a person from reaching their climax, no matter how many times they get close." The Indian witch was humping her hips up into Susan's face as she continued, "And I developed a neat little runestone that's been buzzing away on Susie's clit for… hours."

"That sounds… diabolical."

"I would say brilliant, but I can see your point."

"Doesn't seem like much of a retribution on me… or Ginny for that matter." It was probably the dumbest thing he could say given the circumstances, but he was rightfully perplexed.

Bringing her cream covered digits up to his cock, Daphne stroked him with Susan's juices as she pointed out, "We both know that little stunt was largely Susan's doing, so she's the one bearing the brunt of our retribution." Her other hand snapped down onto the girl's pale bum cheek and sent it jiggling tantalizingly, "And besides, we'll have some small revenge on Ginny, too." At his curious look she elaborated, "The other girls have let us know she's still very much with her family and still should be when that charm on Susan finally breaks."

"It'll be interesting to see if she manages not to embarrass herself in front of her parents." Padma giggled.

That still didn't explain where his punishment came in, but given he was about to be rather integral to the entire plot anyway, he imagined he was simply being fair since he was involved in Susan's initial stunt anyway. And as Daphne leaned back and presented her pink pussy, he wasn't dim enough to even think of complaining.

Dragging his swollen glands through her damp petals, she bit her lower lip as he pushed into her welcoming warmth. She had an almost peaceful smile on her face when his balls were resting against her cheeks, "Fuck… I never get tired of that."

"It's bloody brilliant!" Padma agreed as her fingers dug into Susan's scalp. There was weak groan of agreement from the young woman who was currently being so rudely manhandled.

Starting slow, he worked up into a rhythm until his balls were smacking not just on Daphne's cheeks but dragging along the soft lines of Susan's back as well. He fucked her through one screaming orgasm and then another, and she was looking at him with those lovely blue eyes as her nails dug into his biceps as she tried to hold on. That blissed-out, mind-addled look was one that he would always enjoy putting on any of the girls' faces.

Padma finally let go of Susan and came around to the other side of the bed. Getting up on her knees, she presented her jiggly bottom to him and spread her caramel lips to reveal her dark pink hole, "I think it's my turn, lover boy."

"Merlin and Morgana… you fucking sluts… please… you dirty… bitches. Please…" Susan's weak, almost nonsensical ramblings ere enough to make both girls giggle, even as the redhead whimpered pitifully from the exquisite pain of riding a constant edge.

But since there was no protest from Daphne at Padma's suggestion, he decided to pull his impressive length from her twitching twat and take a step to his right. He couldn't help but smack the Ravenclaw's peachy bottom and loved the way her plump behind jiggled at the force.

Looking back at him, there was a fire in her eyes as she demanded, "Give it to me hard, Harry!"

Clap. Clap. Clap. From the first thrust, he gave her everything he had. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as she threw herself back into each thrust with just as much force. He could feel that wonderful tingling in his bollocks. Daphne leaned against Padma hip and looked up at him with those needy blue eyes, "Let it go… put all of that hot, thick cum right into her fucking cunt." Her handed drifted down to his bollocks and she felt her fingernails scratch against the wrinkled skin.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Padma chanted her agreement as arched her back obscenely. She came hard and her little pussy squeezed down especially hard as she did.

Harry took a hold of each cheek in his hands, mauling her fleshy cheeks. He grunted with every thrust as he dumped a prodigious load of jizz in her twat. A lewd mixture of their creamy cum covered his shaft as he kept pumping into her. When he finished, he gave her bum one last affectionate squeeze before pulling out.

Before he did that, Daphne positioned herself so that she was sitting right underneath the other girl, her mouth open, waiting for the inevitable. Padma pushed just a little and then a glob of his thick seed came dripping out of her abused sex. It dropped right into Daphne's mouth, followed by a second and then a third.

But she didn't swallow. Instead, she slid out from underneath the Ravenclaw and made her way over to the other side of the bed, with her wand in hand. As she turned Susan's head toward hers and kissed her, he could see as she forced the cum into the very willing redhead's mouth.

Then she cast a simple finite, and they all watched as she spasmed uncontrollably. Susan let out a guttural roar of pure pleasure, and then she screamed so loud and high that he was surprised that every window on the sixth floor didn't break at once. All the while her pussy visible fluttered and flexed. Her puckered hole twitched, too and with each one more of her juices drenched the floor below her. She flicked between conscious and unconscious as hours of pleasure caught up with her all at once.

They felt it reverberate through their entwinement like a carnal earthquake, and Harry even squirted out a few fresh ropes of cum as he inadvertently came yet again. When he recovered from it, he had the wherewithal to ask, "I assume you warned the others… right?"

"Except Ginny, of course." Padma told him with a wicked grin. He just hoped she had either gotten away from her family or could act her way out of the uncomfortable situation that was likely to occur. She is rather good at that.

While this had been a punishment, Daphne was comfortingly stroking Susan's hair when she finally shuddered through the last euphoric peak. It took time, but she eventually regained her senses. Her voice was a bit hoarse when she told her blonde friend, "If I ever need punishing in the future… feel free to do this again."

Daphne snorted in disbelief as she told her, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

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