"You're sure about this, Padma?" Harry asked as he finished lubing up his rock-hard cock.
"Very," Padma replied, shuddering in anticipation as she rested her head on her hands and wiggled her plump arse at him.
"I must say I'm eager to see if this even works," Hermione commented as she nibbled on Parvati's earlobe. "He's so bloody big."
"It...ahh...should work," Parvati moaned. "I know it's a tighter hole, but only right at its entrance."
"That's true," Padma agreed. "Theoretically, I should be able to fit even more in here than in my pussy."
"Only a raven would use the word theoretically while talking about being fucking in the arse," Parvati giggled, earning a glare from her sister.
"If you'd be so kind as to spank that little brat for me," Padma drawled.
Parvati squealed and laughed as Hermione rolled her onto her side and swatted her arse.
"Merlin, I could watch these gorgeous cheeks jiggle for hours," she cooed, pressing her lips against the heated skin she'd just slapped.
Harry watched the entire display in muted amazement, stunned by just how much his once rather shy and reserved girlfriend had changed. If the girl she'd been even a year ago could see what she'd become, he wondered if she would be more surprised by how open and free she was in expressing her desires or the fact that she was very, very bisexual. Grinning at the thought, he turned to Padma, who was practically shaking with need. She had always seemed to be more straight-laced than her sister, and he never would have imagined what a horny little minx she was.
"How on Earth did you make it to fifth year as a virgin?" Harry asked as he cast the lubrication charm on her.
"Cold!" Padma whined as her rectum was cleaned out and coated in a thick, slippery coating of lube. "It wasn't hard. I had my toys, vibration charms, and occasionally Parvati to take the edge off when I needed to."
"Fuck me," Harry groaned, and Padma turned around to grin at him.
"My fantasies were just fun things that I imagined as I got off," she continued. "It wasn't like any of the available guys around here seemed capable of fulfilling them. When Parvati started telling me about what she'd been getting up to with you and tempting me into joining in, suddenly it all seemed so possible."
"And those fantasies included getting buggered by a man with a giant cock?" Hermione asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"How could I claim to be a good pet if I didn't offer my master all my holes?" Padma asked, pressing her cheek into the sheets and reaching behind her to spread her plump cheeks wide. "Fuck my tight little asshole like you own it!"
"Who in the world would have guessed that Padma was the kinkier of you two?" Hermione giggled.
Parvati rolled her onto her back and grinned down at her, cupping one of her breasts and kneading it, earning a moan. Leaning in, she whispered, "Probably about as many people as would have guessed that you'd be kinky, bisexual harem mistress, eager to watch your many fuck as many nubile women as he could manage.
Hermione's eyes widened, and she gasped as Parvati peppered her neck with kisses.
"I guess it really is true what they say about the quiet ones," she giggled.
Kissing her way down Hermione's body, she quickly reached the other woman's dripping slit and buried her face between her thighs.
"Fuck, yes!" Hermione cried, grabbing Parvati's head and grinding her slick cunt on her eager mouth.
"Oh shit!" Padma cried as she felt Harry push the thick, bulbous head of his cock against her arsehole.
"You said that you managed to fit your largest toy up here, right?" Harry asked.
"I did," Padma said. "Just give me a second to relax and try again."
Harry stayed still, his gaze reaching over to where his moaning girlfriend was being eaten out by her dormmate. Padma took a deep breath and focused on relaxing her tense muscles before nodding back at Harry. Placing the head of his cock by her tightest hole again, he pushed forward and groaned as he felt it pop inside.
"Fuck!" Padma cried, clawing at the sheets in front of her. "Gods, you're so big!"
"Tight as a clenched fist," Harry grunted through gritted teeth.
"Does that feel good?" Hermione asked.
"Merlin, yes," Harry replied as he pushed more of his cock inside her.
"I was asking Padma," Hermione giggled. "Oh fuck, just like that, Parv!"
"It's odd," Padma replied, signaling to Harry to hold still for a moment. "If you're properly prepared, rather than pain, you feel this really intense stretching that's actually rather nice. When I felt like trying this, I'd usually stuff one of my toys with a proper base up there and play with my clit. Some of my best orgasms prior to Harry came from that."
"The heat is bloody sweltering," Harry groaned and he pushed forward again, burying more inches of his cock inside her.
"I want every inch of you inside me," Padma moaned. "Give me the rest of it. I can take it."
"If you insist," Harry grinned, and Padma shrieked as he gave her what she wanted.
"Yes!" Padma screamed. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum already!"
"If you want to cum, then be a good girl and reward Parvati for treating your mistress like she deserves," Harry rumbled.
Padma shivered and slowly crawled towards her sister. Still balls-deep inside her, Harry went with her, thinking that if he was going to walk her like this, they really needed a leash. When they reached their other lovers, Padma grabbed Parvati's hips, making her turn and look behind her. With a grin, she returned to Hermione, swirling her tongue around the other woman's throbbing clit.
"Right there, right there!" Hermione moaned, her thighs beginning to shake on either side of Parvati's head as she soared towards her climax.
"Be a good girl now," Harry commanded, pushing Padma's head towards her sister's pussy.
"Yes, master," Padma moaned, giving her twin a long lick.
"Mmm," Parvati moaned, the sound muffled by Hermione's muff.
Harry looked at the three of them and chuckled, still unable to believe what had become of his life. He pulled most of his cock from Padma's arse and thrust forward again, making her cry out in bliss.
"YES!" Hermione screamed, cumming hard.
Padma's grunts and moans grew louder and louder as Harry worked up to a steady pace. Fucking her ass as hard as he dared, he reached under her and started stroking her clit while driving deep against a spot that was making her shake each time he hit it.
"You love getting your little arse fucked, don't you?" Harry snarled in her ear.
"So...ugh...much!" Padma cried as his balls slapped her pussy. "I'm gonna...gonna...GAH!"
With a keening wail, she came hard, falling forward against Parvati as pleasure rocked her body. A torrent of fluid erupted from her pussy, gushing all over his balls.
"Fuck me," Harry grunted as her already tight ring contracted almost painfully around him.
He went still and came, filling her to the brim with rope after rope of cum. The two of them shuddered and writhed together as their shared pleasure consumed them. Parvati turned around at some point during it and hugged the both of them, holding Padma as she continued to cum. Harry came down from his high first and pulled his cock from her depths, smirking with pride as he saw how much she gaped in his absence.
"Here," Hermione said, grabbing her wand and casting a quick cleaning charm on his cock. "He's all yours, Parvati."
"Thank you," Parvati said as Hermione took her place with Padma.
Harry smiled as he watched his girlfriend cuddle their latest lover and smirked at the look of sheer lust in Parvati's dark eyes as she crawled over to him.
"I'm not ready for that yet," she said, "but if I don't get fucked soon after watching that, I might burst."
"We wouldn't want that," Harry chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and moving her into position to descend onto his cock.
"You okay?" Hermione asked as Padma limped out of the Room of Requirement.
"Just a little sore," Padma replied, smiling widely. "I'm fine, really."
"I still can't believe he even fit back there," Parvati giggled.
"As fun as that looked, I can't say that I'll be eager to try it out that soon," Hermione said.
"You know I'd never push any of you to try anything that you weren't comfortable with," Harry said, kissing her cheek and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
"I know," Hermione said, smiling at him and leaning her head against him.
"You know, Hermione, there is one reason for you to give it a shot," Padma commented.
"I saw how thoroughly you soaked the bed," Hermione chuckled.
"That too, but that's not what I meant," Padma said. "I didn't become a drooling, babbling wreck within moments of taking him inside me there."
"That...that's right," Hermione said, her eyes going wide as she realized what that meant. "I can't believe I didn't notice at the time."
"I did have you pretty distracted," Parvati smirked.
"Uh, should we be talking about any of this in public?" Harry asked.
"No one ever comes up here," Hermione said, gesturing around the small seventh floor corridor they were in, "though we should quiet down past here."
She was correct, of course. The out-of-the way corridor on the seventh floor was an area no one had much reason to visit unless they knew about the Room of Requirement or were really into dancing trolls. What were the chances that, for example, a disillusioned redhead might be standing right there, watching them with wide blue eyes brimming with hope at the sight in front of her?
Daphne Greengrass scrolled through the halls of Hogwarts with a look of nonchalance on her face. Anyone who saw her would assume that she was bored and making her way towards some class that barely held her interest. That was precisely the impression that she wanted to give off to anyone who might take note of her.
She could have disillusioned herself and made the entire trip invisible, but she wanted to be seen, at least for the first stretch of her journey, and the possibility of being bumped into while walking about unseen wasn't exactly negligible. As she turned the last corner before the hallway that led to her destination, though, and found it empty, she quickly disappeared from sight.
Ducking into the small corridor that hid her destination, she walked confidently into the stone wall before her and entered the hidden room she'd discovered in her third year. Susan was already there, and Daphne couldn't help but smile at the way she paced back and forth, her long red hair flowing behind her as she tittered excitedly. When the blonde received the triple buzz on her charmed galleon, she knew that whatever Susan wanted to see her for must be urgent. Seeing her look excited instead of nervous or worried calmed her somewhat.
"It's unbecoming for a noblewoman to pace," she murmured softly.
"Most of the things we've done in this room have been unbecoming for noblewomen," Susan replied without skipping a beat. "Undo your spell, Daph. I have news, and I want to see your face when I share it."
"I figured it was news," Daphne said as she undid her disillusionment spell.
Susan's gorgeous round face lit up as Daphne came into view, and she rushed over to wrap her arms around her. Daphne kissed her girlfriend as soon as she was in reach, feeling, as she always did, like all her troubles and responsibilities melted away with the touch of her full lips.
"We agreed, once for 'come over,' twice for 'I'm horny,' and three times for 'it's important,'" Susan giggled.
"Technically, it was twice for 'come quickly,'" Daphne said dryly. "Now, what's got you so excited?"
"I knew it!" Susan said, triumphantly, pacing again in her excitement. "I mean, I didn't know it; who the hell would have guessed? I knew there was something going on with them, though!"
"You want to give me a little bit of a hint as to what the hell you're talking about?" Daphne asked. "Because I left my Susan to English dictionary back in my room."
"I would have thought you'd have it all up here by now," Susan grinned, tapping her temple in a way that made shivers go down her spine. "Harry Potter is the solution to our problem."
"This again?" Daphne groaned. "Sue, I told you there's no way Hermione bloody Granger was building Potter a harem. I doubt they've even slept together, frankly."
"I caught them sneaking out of some hidden room, with the Patil twins having clearly just finished shagging them," Susan said, cutting her off.
"What?" Daphne asked, blinking at Susan.
"I'm pretty sure he'd buggered Padma as well," Susan said. "Unless there's another way to interpret things like, 'I'm surprised he fit back there,' and 'soaked the bed.' Plus, the way the girl was limping and yet grinning ear-to-ear, she'd clearly gotten it good and hard."
Daphne's jaw dropped.
"I figured that they were sleeping with Lavender and Parvati," Susan continued. "I might have been wrong about that, or maybe they're having her too. Maybe there's a whole group of girls involved."
"Potter and Granger are having group sex with other girls?" Daphne asked, her brain still struggling to process that Susan had been right about that.
"Like I said when you laughed off the idea before, I wouldn't have expected it either, but I noticed something change with them a few weeks ago," Susan said. "Hermione went from being tense all the time to as loose and relaxed as I've ever seen her. At first, I figured that they had just finally done it, but then they started behaving differently around Lavender and then Parvati. The Weasley girl might be involved as well, now that I think about it."
Daphne sat down in one of the high-backed chairs in the small room and shook her head. Never in a million years would she have thought Granger would go for something like that. Was she doing it out of fear of losing her admittedly drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend, or was she enjoying the other women with him? As she contemplated that, Susan climbed into her lap and started massaging her neck and shoulders.
"I can practically hear you thinking," she chuckled.
"I'm just wondering why Granger's doing it," Daphne commented, sighing under Susan's attention.
"What made me start to suspect that this was what was going on with them was how her interactions with Lavender and Parvati changed," Susan said. "She's been subtle about it, but I've seen the hunger in her eyes when she looks at them. I caught Harry staring at Lavender's arse as she walked a few days ago, and Hermione caught him too. Instead of berating him or even just looking cross, she smirked."
"This doesn't necessarily mean that they'd be able to help us," Daphne said.
"Daph, your father isn't opposed to your happiness; he's just indifferent to it," Susan said, feeling her girlfriend tense at the mention of the man. "Harry's powerful, both magically and politically, and he's bloody rich. If your father thought for a moment that there was a chance that he could marry you off to him, he'd jump at it, and you know it."
"And if we married the same man…" Daphne continued, knowing full well where Susan was going with that.
"It could work, luv," Susan whispered, her dark blue eyes shimmering with tears. "We could make it work."
Daphne looked up into those eyes and noted, not for the first time, how wildly blue eyes could differ. Her own eyes were two ice chips, a sort of pale blue that she'd only ever seen in her father. Susan's were darker, deeper, and, in her opinion, far more beautiful. She pulled the other woman in and kissed her deeply, feeling hot tears sting her eyes as she felt, for the first time in a long time, like there might actually be reason to hope.
"We'll probably be better off if you are the one to approach them," she said, wincing.
"You've never been rude to them, have you?" Susan asked.
"I've never said two words to Potter, and, though we're rivals for the top spot in a couple classes, Granger and I have been perfectly civil," Daphne replied. "I just don't want idiotic house rivalries screwing up something that could work for us."
"I'll approach Hermione and bring it up as casually as I can," Susan said.
"Actually, we might want to work on that pitch together," Daphne said. "I might not have your affability, but, perhaps because of that, I am more careful when it comes to wording things."
"Of course, I was going to ask for your advice, but that's not what I want to do right now," Susan purred, brushing Daphne's hair behind her ear and exposing the slender column of her neck.
"Oh?" Daphne asked, cocking a perfectly sculpted brow as she moved her hands down to Susan's wide hips.
"Well, in order to make the coin buzz three times, I do have to make it buzz twice first," Susan said, capturing her lips in a searing, hot kiss.
Daphne supposed that their brainstorming session could wait a while longer.
Hermione sat alone in the library, surrounded by books on ancient runes, as she finished her latest essay for the class. It wasn't due for another couple weeks, and she knew that she didn't need it finished quite this soon, but she had always enjoyed staying well ahead of schedule.
"Uh, Hermione?" a voice came from next to her, and Hermione was startled to see Susan standing by her table.
"Hello, Susan. Did you need one of these books?" Hermione asked. "I'm nearly finished here, so feel free."
"No, that's not it," Susan replied, sounding oddly nervous. "Are you terribly busy?"
"Not really," Hermione replied, setting her quill down next to her. "Is something the matter?"
"Kind of," Susan said, sitting down when Hermione gestured for her to. "There's this girl I know in a rather difficult position. She has no brothers to inherit the family name and fortune, and to maintain the family's seat on the wizengamot, she needs to enter into a line continuation marriage. Do you know what they are?"
"Yes," Hermione sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "It's an odious practice and proof enough that this country can be terribly backward. I take it she doesn't want to be some pureblood's second wife?"
"That's not the part that bothers her, actually," Susan replied. "She's in love with someone she can't marry."
"A muggleborn?" Hermione asked.
"A woman," Susan replied.
"Oh," Hermione said. "That would complicate matters."
"It would simplify matters if said woman wasn't in the same boat," Susan said. "Finding a pureblood whose wife or betrothed is willing to put up with him taking a second wife is often hard enough as it is. Finding one willing to take on two women in need of line continuation contracts would be much harder. Given that the children from the second marriage would have a different name, a different inheritance, and that the inclusion of the other family's fortune would add to her husband's power and prestige, pureblood women are often enough willing to accept it, but none of them would want to be outnumbered."
"Especially with the two women in question being a couple," Hermione said. "What could I do about it, though?"
"Well, finding a man whose wife or girlfriend would be willing to share him with more than one woman can be a tall order, but it isn't necessarily impossible," Susan said, and Hermione's wand was in her hand in an instant.
To Susan's credit, she flicked her own wand into her hand almost automatically, but she relaxed the second Hermione finished casting her muffliato charm.
"Nice reflexes," she murmured as she returned her wand to its holster.
"My aunt Amelia insisted on training me to defend myself," Susan replied. "Did Harry train you, or did you learn of your own initiative?"
"Harry," Hermione said. "His godfather can be rather intense when he actually lives up to his first name and made sure that Harry went to Hogwarts as well prepared as a first-year can be. After he saved me from that troll our first Halloween here, I asked him for lessons."
"I imagine that was rather harrowing," Susan winced.
"You have no idea," Hermione said. "Something that clearly can't be said about my love life. So who's your girlfriend?"
"Daphne Greengrass," Susan said, not sounding at all surprised that Hermione figured she was talking about her own situation.
"Merlin," Hermione muttered. "I take it her father isn't the sort who would let her hoist her family name issue on her sister if she wanted to?"
"She wants Astoria to be free to marry for love," Susan said, "and even if Astoria were the heir, there's no one other than me who can inherit the Bones name. Our best bet would be to find a pureblood, since her father generally wouldn't accept anything else, who didn't have a name of his own to inherit, and have the both of us marry him, but Cyrus Greengrass won't accept some penniless wizard as his heiress' husband just to make her happy."
"Harry's not a pureblood," Hermione pointed out.
"But he's Harry Potter," Susan said. "He's the heir to two fortunes as it is, and he'll already be a political powerhouse before he even graduates. You'll end up as Lady Potter, I assume, and one of your girlfriends can be Lady Black. Him taking on the Greengrass and Bones names would only add to his considerable power."
"How do you know about that anyway?" Hermione asked.
"I'm observant," Susan replied. "You've been very careful, and I doubt anyone else has picked up on anything, but I started noticing that something had changed with you two and some of the women around you. I was curious, decided to investigate, and then saw you with the Patil twins the other day."
"Ah," Hermione said, shaking her head.
"Look, you don't have to worry about us telling anyone either way," Susan said. "What you do with your time is your business, and I know vultures like Skeeter would have a field day with it if it got out."
"Thank you for that," Hermione said, relaxing a bit. She didn't know Daphne Greengrass well enough to trust her, but Susan had always been kind to her, and she was willing to take her word.
"I just hope that you'll consider bringing us into whatever it is you have going on here," Susan said.
"It's…" Hermione trailed off, trying to think of what how to describe the unusual relationship she had with Harry and their lovers. "It's less formal than you're probably thinking. It's something that we started doing because Harry can be a lot to handle, and it's just kind of ballooned since then because I discovered that I really enjoyed it."
"A lot to handle?" Susan asked, and when Hermione just gave her a look, she quickly realized what she meant and promptly flushed scarlet. "Oh."
"We've discussed the future, but we haven't...I mean, he hasn't asked," Hermione said.
"Hermione, he's clearly in love with you," Susan said as her face grew progressively less hot.
Hermione just smiled at that before saying, "What I'm saying is that I don't know how willing he'd be to discuss marriage contracts with two girls that he either doesn't know that well or doesn't know at all."
"We're not looking to jump into anything," Susan said. "We still have a couple years before Lord Greengrass will become insistent, and that's plenty of time to get to know the both of you, and if this doesn't work out, keep looking."
"Alright," Hermione said, smiling softly. "I'll discuss it with Harry tonight and see what he thinks. I somehow doubt that he'll object too strongly."
"Even with Daphne being a Slytherin?" Susan asked, her tone light and playful.
"We don't take the house rivalries that seriously," Hermione scoffed. "If not for the likes of Malfoy, we'd have nothing against them."
"Daph's not any fonder of him than you are," Susan said. "Anyway, I'll leave you to your essay. Thank you for considering what we discussed."
"Thank you for your discretion," Hermione said.
As Susan left, Hermione turned back to her essay, and though she had only a few more paragraphs to add, she found that it took her longer than it would have normally, distracted as she was by this latest complication in her life.
"Two heiresses in love," Harry said, shaking his head as he relaxed in the chair that the room had summoned for them, with Hermione in his lap.
"Stuck either abandoning their families and their seats in the wizengamot to stay together, marrying different men and hoping to maintain an affair, or somehow finding a guy they can share, knowing that they'll likely have to share him with another woman," Hermione said. "Have I mentioned before how much I hate the laws of this country?"
"The rules of Wizengamot are older and harder to change than our laws too," Harry said. "I'd suggest one of the Weasleys, but, given your description of him, I doubt Daphne's father would go for that. It's a tough one. I could ask Sirius if he has any ideas, but I really don't know how to help them."
"Oh, they have an idea," Hermione said.
"Oh?" Harry asked.
"Susan knows about our arrangement, at least with the twins," Hermione said. As he tensed under her, she quickly added, "She's promised that they'll keep it to themselves."
"Did she see us with them earlier?" Harry asked.
"We have been a little careless," Hermione replied.
"It was easier when we were all in the same house," Harry muttered.
"Well, if we decide to help them out the way they're hoping we will, that's only going to get worse," Hermione said.
"Wait, what?" Harry asked.
"You did react well when I brought up the idea of bringing Susan into our odd little arrangement," Hermione said.
"Susan and Daphne?" Harry asked, his eyes darkening with lust as he imagined that.
"With the both of them and Lavender, there won't be a male in our year who won't want to kill you," Hermione quipped.
He chuckled, knowing full well what she meant. Those three were universally understood to be the bustiest girls in their year.
"What they'd be looking for, though…" Harry trailed off.
"They're not looking for a proposal anytime soon," Hermione said. "To be honest, I think they've been looking for a solution to their problem for a while, and you're the first viable one they've found. I have no idea if things will work out or if we'll be compatible at all, but I don't think there would be any harm in getting to know them."
"I love you," Harry said. "I'll ask Sirius if he thinks there might be a different solution for them anyway, just in case."
"Why don't we invite them to dinner up here tomorrow?" Hermione asked.
"You want to let them know about the room?" Harry asked.
"Susan already likely knows, at least, that there's a hidden room up here, given where she'd need to have been earlier," Hermione replied. "I can lead them up while you've already set up the room."
"That works," Harry said. "You know, we have rapidly different ideas about what constitutes a double date than most couples."
"I think I prefer our ideas," Hermione said, leaning in to kiss him.
"That door wasn't there when I checked this place earlier," Susan commented.
"It comes and goes," Hermione said.
"Welcome," Harry said, standing up as the three of them entered.
Hermione chuckled as she took in the sight of the candlelit room he had set up. It was a touch more intimate than what she would have done and certainly more than one would normally set up for a double date, but neither Susan nor Daphne looked uncomfortable. The spread of what looked like turkey, mashed potatoes, and roasted carrots smelled divine too.
"Hello, Potter," Daphne said, sounding guarded.
"Harry, please," Harry said, moving to greet her.
"Then call me Daphne," she replied, still sounding somewhat stiff.
Susan took her hand and said, "Thank you both for inviting us. I didn't expect to hear from you so soon."
"Hermione told me about your situation," Harry said, pulling out their chairs with a little display of wandless magic. When they sat down, he pushed them in, and Hermione grinned. She did love it when he showed off now and then.
"It's been challenging," Susan said.
"Elvish wine?" Harry asked, picking up the bottle.
"Please," Daphne said quickly, holding out her glass.
Harry poured all four of them a glass of the stuff, and they dug into the small feast that the house elves had prepared for them.
"Without naming you two or giving enough details for him to figure it out, I asked my godfather if he knew of any other way for you to get out of this," Harry said.
"I'm sure he said no," Daphne said flatly.
"Alas," Harry replied.
"Unless I want to put this burden on my sister and let Sue's family die out with her, there really isn't another way for us to stay together," Daphne said. "You are one of the few men I've met who would be acceptable to my father and not nauseating to me."
"A glowing endorsement," Harry chuckled, and Daphne's porcelain skin turned slightly pink.
"What Daph means is that we'd quite like to find out how well we get along," Susan said.
"How did you two get together?" Hermione asked. "Did you know each other before you came here."
"We saw each other a couple times at functions that both my parents and her aunt needed to attend," Daphne replied. "My father and her aunt don't get along that well, belonging to radically different factions in the wizengamot, so we weren't exactly close."
"I...I wasn't the most confident person when I first came here," Susan said quietly. "I was chubby as a girl, and I really let that get to me."
"You were always pretty," Daphne said, smiling at Susan, who beamed at her in response, "and I never understood why some of the other girls made fun of you or why you never stood up for yourself."
"In our second year, I tripped trying to rush to one of my classes; I don't recall which…"
"Charms," Daphne cut in.
"Charms class and a couple third year girls made a comment about how I looked like a pig rolling in mud as I tried to get up," Susan said, her face falling. "I burst out crying, and they laughed."
"I saw it happen and belted them with stinging hexes until they ran off," Daphne said darkly. "I was shocked that they never told anyone."
"They were terrified," Susan said. "I was terrified by the murderous look on your face, especially when you started yelling at me for not standing up for myself."
"What happened next?" Harry asked, intrigued.
Daphne looked embarrassed as Susan continued, saying, "As she laid into me for being a pushover and taking that kind of abuse, she hissed that she didn't even understand it because she thought I was beautiful, and I just kissed her without thinking."
"I ran off, and we avoided each other for a while," Daphne continued. "When I heard someone say that they thought Susan had been petrified, though, I rushed off to make sure she was okay. We talked for a while and got to know each other a little better. We became friends after that, and late in our third year, things deepened."
"So it's been a while," Hermione said.
"It has," Susan said, taking Daphne's hand and kissing it as she smiled at her.
Daphne returned that smile, and for the first time that he could recall, Harry saw actual warmth in her usually cold eyes. The two of them seemed to have little beyond their blood status in common, but he imagined that might be part of why they worked together. He could easily see Daphne, who had a reputation for being frightening all the way back in their first year, helping Susan grow more confident and assertive over time. At the same time, the warm and bubbly redhead likely helped to melt the frigid exterior that Daphne put up, at least a bit.
"We want to stay together," Daphne said, "but we both have reasons why we're unwilling to just run off."
"Hence you wanting a man you could share and continue your family lines with," Harry said.
"It's a rare woman who'd be willing to put up with her betrothed having multiple other women in his life," Daphne said. "Is that something more common among muggles?"
"No," Hermione laughed. "Far from it, actually. Our situation is rather unique across the board. Why allow this? Susan said that you had a rather personal reason, and so, if you don't want to answer, that's fine, but I would know if you're willing to share."
"Harry's rather gifted," Hermione said.
"Your magical talents are well noted," Daphne said, "and powerful men have rarely lacked for female attention."
"She means in bed, darling," Susan said, blushing slightly.
"Oh," Daphne replied. "My only experience on that front being gossip; I didn't know any men were."
Hermione nearly spit out her wine at that.
"Hermione wanted to find out if I was uniquely gifted or if there was something unusual about her," Harry replied. "We invited the first of our lovers into our bed to test that out, and things kind of progressed from there."
"I discovered that I was at least as fond of women as I am of men," Hermione said, "and that made it easy to decide to continue."
"So the Patils, Brown, and possibly the Weasley girl," Daphne said, "and you keep them all happy?"
"More than," Hermione said, grinning at Harry, who looked proud. "Her name's Ginny, by the way."
"Hmm," Daphne nodded, tapping her glass. She downed the rest of her wine a moment later and turned to Susan, saying, "I'm convinced."
"Daphne," Susan sighed.
"Just like that?" Harry asked.
"Pott...Harry, I'm not looking for love," Daphne replied. Looking at Susan, she said, "I already have that. I'm looking for a man my arsehole of a father would be willing to sell me to who I wouldn't wretch at the thought of, and since you're rich and one of the only men I've ever met whom I've actually found attractive, you qualify. You're also good and kind, and I could trust you to take care with Susan without having to threaten to castrate you if you don't."
"I knew I should have done the talking," Susan groaned.
"I'm not looking to buy you," Harry said.
"I would ask you to all the same," Daphne replied. "You would get me, my name, my family's fortune and seat on the wizengamot, and me."
"You said that twice," Harry said.
"Anything worth having is worth repeating," Daphne smirked, leaning in to let him get a glimpse of her breasts.
Harry's cock stiffened at the sight and her breathy tone.
"We're not trying to pressure you two into anything," Susan said, glaring at her girlfriend.
"And you aren't," Hermione said. "I read over the sort of contracts that are used for line-continuation marriages, and they skew so heavily in favor of the man, it's hideous."
"Those can be modified a bit, but nothing would change the fact that we'd be second wives," Susan said. "We'd be subservient to both our husband and his first wife."
"That's why most pureblood women would be reluctant to allow their husbands to take on two of them," Daphne said. "They would technically be subservient to her, but together, they could wield considerable influence over her husband. Given the uniqueness of your existing relationship, though, that wouldn't be much of an issue. Have you given much thought to what you'll do with the others long-term?"
"We have begun to think in those terms," Harry said.
"With the Potter, Black, Greengrass, and Bones seats, you'd wield considerable power," Susan said.
"That's not something that we've given much thought to," Hermione said.
"Sirius isn't terribly fond of the Wizengamot, and I can't say that I am either," Harry said.
"We could teach you how to deal with them," Susan offered. "My aunt has instructed me over the years."
"That's something that I wanted to ask," Harry said. "You've made it clear that Lord Greengrass will accept this, but will your aunt?"
"She'll be surprised, but she'll accept anything that will make me happy," Susan said. Her expression darkened as she muttered, "A novel concept in some circles."
Daphne just focused on her half-full plate.
"How did you two get together anyway?" she asked a moment later. "Most of my house just seemed to think that you always were."
"We didn't start dating until last year," Hermione replied, "but the groundwork had been laid long before that."
The two of them launched into the tale of the troll, entertaining their guests and earning a rather impressed look from Daphne. Their little double date continued from there as they went back and forth trading tales of their experiences both at Hogwarts and outside of it. Somewhere in the middle of that, Harry opened a second bottle of wine, and they polished it off together.
"I can't say I'm surprised you turned to Lavender first," Susan commented. "Merlin's balls: she's stunning."
"I think my little lightweight here has had enough," Daphne chuckled, taking Susan's glass and downing the rest of the wine.
"Hey!" Susan exclaimed. "That was mine."
"There's still a trace of it on my tongue," Daphne purred, and Susan kissed her deeply.
"I must say, a relaxed Daphne is more fun than I would have imagined," Harry whispered in Hermione's ear, barely resisting the urge to nibble on the lobe as he felt the effects of the wine cloud his mind a touch.
"Thinking of taking them up on their offer?" Hermione asked, feeling her pussy grow warm and wet as she watched the other women kiss.
"It would be rude to accept their proposal before I give you one," Harry said.
Hermione turned to him and stared into his eyes, her chocolate brown ones practically shining as she said, "You know how I'd respond."
"I think I have a pretty good idea, anyway," Harry said, his lips quirking upward.
"Oh!" Susan exclaimed as she broke the kiss and looked at them. "Sorry I…"
"I don't think you need to apologize, darling," Daphne grinned. "They look like they enjoyed the show."
Susan squeaked, turning red.
"Oh, we did," Harry said, "but then, Hermione's always liked to watch."
"Would she like to watch us?" Daphne asked, her voice breathy.
"Would Susan?" Hermione asked, looking over at the blushing redhead.
"Ye...yes," Susan said, looking between Harry and Daphne. "Merlin, yes."
"Join Hermione, Sue," Daphne said, getting up and walking around the table to Harry.
The table disappeared with the remaining food and a large bed appeared next to them. It was only when Daphne and Susan looked alarmed that he realized his mistake.
"This room can do all sorts of magical things," Hermione explained.
"It conjures what you imagine?" Daphne asked, her eyebrows shooting towards her hairline. "Wow. That's something I'll want to explore some other time."
"Is there something else you want to explore right now?" Harry asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.
"Definitely," Daphne said, walking over to him as Hermione got up and went over to Susan.
Harry's grinned as Daphne climbed into his lap and kissed him. The beautiful blonde wasn't someone that he had given much thought to, thanks to the long-standing animosity between their houses, but that didn't mean that he hadn't noticed her. She was stunning, with a heart-shaped face, high cheek bones, and full lips. Her delicate little nose completed the picture, but her most startling feature had to be her pale blue eyes. The hunger that he saw in them as her tongue poked against his made him groan, and he reached down to cup her arse through her robes, finding it just as lovely as he imagined.
Hermione pushed Susan back onto the bed that the room had conjured for them and kissed her passionately. The redhead moaned into her mouth and reached up to bury her hands in her mane of brown curls. As Hermione broke the kiss and moved to the sensitive skin of her neck, Susan moaned louder.
"Daph and I talked about threesomes before," she said quietly, "entirely hypothetically, and you were always one that I suggested."
"Really?" Hermione asked.
"You're beautiful and caring, and I always figured that you'd be a very creative lover," Susan explained. "I didn't think you'd be into what you are, but…"
"That came as a surprise to me too," Hermione said, reaching for her wand.
She cast a quick spell that removed Susan's robes, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. The redhead's breath hitched at her sudden undressing, and her pale skin flushed. Hermione took in the sight of her and felt her core throb. Susan would never be thin unless she worked to become as athletic as Ginny, but she had long since ceased to be fat. Her youthful plumpness had disappeared as she developed. Her belly wasn't as flat as Hermione's, retaining a hint of softness, but her waist was still narrow compared to her breasts and hips, where most of her remaining fat went.
"Merlin, you're beautiful," Hermione murmured as she looked her new lover over.
Susan smiled widely and said, "So are you, though I think you have me at a disadvantage."
"Let me fix that," Hermione chuckled, undressing herself with a flick of her wand.
Once she was nude, she rejoined Susan on the bed, cupping her massive breasts and snogging her again.
"I wouldn't have expected Susan to be bolder, one of you two," Harry murmured as he realized that Hermione and the gorgeous redhead in question were already naked and grinding against each other.
"If Sue's already nude, that only means that Hermione's bolder than you are," Daphne said. "She's a submissive little thing."
"Are you?" Harry asked.
"I guess I've never been given a chance to find out," Daphne said challengingly as she got out of his lap.
Twirling slowly, she stealthily grabbed her wand and spelled her robes to slip off of her slowly, revealing her dark green silk bra and panties.
"How fitting," Harry commented, getting up and joining her.
Her body was similar to Lavender's, except that she was even thinner, making her large breasts, wide hips, and round arse look even more oversized.
"Should I expect to find red and gold boxers down here?" Daphne asked.
"Why don't you find out?" Harry smirked.
"I'm giving you quite the gift here, Harry," Daphne replied in kind. "I'd rather you unwrapped me first."
"Gladly," Harry said, pulling her and kissing her again.
Their tongues dueled for dominance in their mouths as they unleashed their hunger for each other. Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra and ran his hands over the silky, smooth skin of her back. Daphne snaked her arms around his head and whimpered into his mouth as he dominated the kiss. Running his hands down her back, he slid his hands inside her panties, cupping the plump cheeks of her arse.
"Ahh!" Daphne cried, breaking the kiss.
"Looks like they're enjoying each other," Hermione murmured from between Susan's breasts.
"I think she's wanted to...oh fuck...try it with a guy for a while," Susan moaned as Hermione wrapped her lips around one of her hard, dark pink nipples. "There are just so few that she's ever been attracted to."
"What about you?" Hermione asked.
"I've always thought Harry was hot," Susan admitted.
Looking over at Harry in time to see him pull off Daphne's bra and walk her over to the bed, she smirked, saying, "Yes, he is."
Kissing her way down along Susan's soft belly, she came to the carefully trimmed triangle of red curls that topped her plump pink pussy and inhaled the alluring scent of her arousal. She really didn't know how she ever didn't know that she was into women.
"Having fun?" Daphne asked as she lied down next to them.
"Yes!" Susan gasped as Hermione gave her clit a soft little kiss. "You?"
"He's still dressed," Daphne said, sounding disappointed as she looked back at Harry.
"Harry, stop teasing them," Hermione chided.
"If you insist," Harry grinned, removing his robes with a flick of his wand.
"What the hell!" Daphne asked, sitting up and staring at Harry in shock.
"What...eek!" Susan squeaked as her eyes locked onto Harry's cock, standing proud in the air.
"I did say he was gifted," Hermione laughed.
"I thought that meant that he was insanely good at going down on you and had great stamina, not that he was part horse!" Daphne exclaimed.
"Those are both true as well," Hermione said, sounding smug. "Have I mentioned yet that when someone speaks parseltongue their tongue vibrates?"
"Holy shit," Susan whispered, shivering. "That fits?"
"Inside all of us," Hermione purred, planting hot kisses on Susan's thick thighs. "It's a tight fit, don't get me wrong, but he feels so bloody good."
"Vibrating tongue, you say?" Daphne asked, cocking an eyebrow at Harry.
Harry just laughed and joined her on the bed, cupping and kneading her large breasts. Her nipples were larger than Susan's and a rosier pink as they stood stiff on her perky mounds. He swirled his tongue around one of them, earning a sharp hiss from Daphne.
"Hermione, how about a race?" he asked.
"A race?" Hermione asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.
"You go down on Susan; I'll give you a couple minute headstart, and then we see who can make their girl cum first," Harry suggested.
"Why not?" Hermione asked, knowing full well what he was going to do.
She looked up at Susan, who was looking over at Daphne with a warm smile on her face, and noticed that the two of them were holding hands. Smiling, she gave Susan's fleshy folds a long lick with the flat of her tongue.
Susan cried out and grabbed her head with one hand as Harry continued to worship Daphne's breasts with his lips and tongue.
"You're really good at that," Daphne sighed, closing her eyes and enjoying the simple pleasure of his ministrations.
"Can't say he hasn't had a lot of practice," Hermione commented as she explored Susan's slick labia with her tongue.
"I imagine," Daphne said. "If we get used to this, I'd be happy to meet the rest of your lovers. Padma and Parvati I've spoken to a few times, but I can't say that I know Lavender or Ginny at all."
"I think you'd like them," Harry said, leaving a trail of kisses along her flat stomach as he moved towards her overheated sex. "Do you shave or use spells for this?"
"Spells," Daphne replied, ghosting her fingers over her perfectly bare mound. "I like the look of the well-kept triangle of hair on Susan, but personally, I've never liked the feel of it."
"I don't mind," Susan said, "and I...ahh...really like when you nuzzle it with your nose."
Daphne flushed a little at that, and Harry smiled at the display. Though they had had pairs of women who had had sex before, this was the first time that he and Hermione had shared a couple, and the difference was interesting. Figuring that Hermione had had enough of a headstart for what he had planned, Harry moved further down Daphne's body and began eating her out.
"Shit!" Daphne cried as his tongue parted her small folds and gathered up her tangy fluids.
The two girls laid on their backs, moaning, whimpering, and crying out in pleasure as they were eaten out. They continued holding hands, alternating between looking at each other and down at the heads they were both holding with their free hands as they both raced towards their peaks.
Hermione pushed two fingers inside Susan, spreading her hot, tight tunnel around them, and curled them up, seeking the little rough patch of skin that she knew would make the other woman cum hard. She found her g-spot quickly enough and pressed up against it while wrapping her lips around her sizable clit and sucking gently on the sensitive nub.
"Fuck!" Susan almost screamed at the sudden change. "Hermione, that feels so good."
Harry lazily swirled his tongue around Daphne's clit, feeling no pressure to catch up anytime soon and being quite content to slowly build things up for her. The blonde's moans grew louder, though her gaze locked onto Susan as her back started to arch off the bed.
"Looks like Hermione's going to wIN!" Daphne screamed at the top of her lungs as pleasure beyond her wildest dreams crashed over her almost instantly.
She let go of Susan's hand, her back arching off the bed as she began to spasm and writhe in ecstasy. She was vaguely aware of the slight sound of buzzing and then a pleasured scream coming from next to her, but nothing really penetrated the fog that her all-consuming climax created around her mind. Wave after wave of pleasure thundered through her from head to toe as she was swept up in a maelstrom of sensations the likes of which she hadn't thought possible. How long it lasted or how many orgasms she had, she couldn't say. All that she knew was that when it finally ended, she felt a familiar, very pleasant, and warm body wrap around her.
"Daph?" Susan asked softly, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Huh?" Daphne asked, blinking the tears out of her eyes as she came to.
"Oh, thank goodness," Susan said, kissing her.
"I told you, if it was possible to cum so hard you died, I'd have gone long ago," Hermione said.
"What happened?" Daphne asked in confusion.
"You passed out," Susan replied.
"Parseltongue," Harry replied.
"That was...oh wow, Susan, you have to try that," Daphne gushed.
"It did look pretty amazing until it got scary," Susan admitted.
"How about this?" Hermione asked. "Why don't you sit on Harry's face while Daphne rides his cock?"
"You know me so well," Harry said, smiling as he stared at Susan's plump arse.
"Are you sure?" Susan asked, looking up at Harry in surprise.
Harry wrapped his arms around her, cupping her full, round cheeks in his large hands, and said, "You have no idea."
"A man of exquisite taste," Daphne purred, kissing Susan and cupping her exceedingly large breasts.
Her hands weren't that small for a woman, but they looked tiny as they held Susan's tits. The redhead had been lying down when Harry first saw her undressed, and he hadn't really been able to gauge just how big they were, but as she sat up and let them hang freely, he saw that they were clearly the biggest in school. How they were as perky as they were, he didn't know, but it had to be magic of some kind. He reached down and pinched one of her hard nipples, earning a sharp moan from her.
"Lie down," Daphne said, her hooded eyes practically black with lust.
Harry lied down on his back next to them and watched Hermione relax on her side, eagerly awaiting the show. Susan crawled over to him first, reaching his head and then turning around to face her girlfriend, and she hooked a knee over his head.
"We're doing this again," Harry thought to himself as he stared up at her magnificent arse.
Her pussy was so wet that it dripped on his face before she had lowered herself down, and he eagerly grabbed her hips to steady her before pulling her in.
"Ahh!" Susan cried as he slipped his tongue as far inside her quivering hole as he could, eager to taste her nectar.
"You're sure this will fit?" Daphne said, eyeing his cock like it was a particularly grueling potions assignment.
"More easily than you think," Hermione said. "We're meant to give birth, and as oversized as Harry looks, he's not that big."
"Childbirth hurts," Daphne pointed out.
"That's largely your cervix, which Harry won't be penetrating," Hermione said. It was more complicated than that, but this was hardly the time.
"Alright," Daphne said, moving to straddle him.
"I thought men sucked at this," Susan whimpered.
"Not all of them, clearly," Daphne said, picking up his cock and lining it up with her sopping slit. "Even before he started cheating, he was bloody good."
Wondering again how this was going to fit when her fingers didn't even touch as she wrapped her hand around it, Daphne decided to trust Hermione and Harry and pushed down lightly. To her shock, the bulbous head popped right inside. Adding to that shock, it felt so amazing, that she plunged down, crying out as she sank all the way down.
"Fuck!" Daphne screamed as she was spread wide by him. It felt so much better than she ever imagined, and it didn't hurt in the slightest.
"Amazing huh?" Hermione asked, reaching down to stroke her throbbing clit.
"Ye...yes!" Daphne moaned, her body shaking from just how bloody good it felt.
"Just having him inside you is that good?" Susan asked, her eyes wide as she watched her girlfriend look like she was already about to cum.
"So good!" Daphne whimpered. "Maybe I'm just the world's biggest size queen and I didn't know it."
Hermione laughed at that but said nothing.
Daphne gave herself a minute to get used to the exquisite feeling of fullness before she decided to start moving. Lifting herself off of him, she sank back down and cried out again. It was so much more intense than she expected and she knew that this had to be unnatural. No wonder Hermione felt the need to share him. She already felt like she was close, and they had just started. She bounced a few times before she started rolling her hips instead. Riding him hard, she reached out and pulled Susan in for a kiss.
Hermione watched the two of them ride her boyfriend and grinned. The evening had been a great deal of fun, and she could already say with confidence that she quite liked these two. She'd be happy to bring them into their odd little arrangement, but doing so would complicate things further. They would now have at least one lover in each house and arranging meetups would be more challenging. Keeping things quiet would also grow more challenging, as they had learned, and she figured that it would be unwise to invite many more women into their bed than they already had.
"Oh Merlin, I love this cock!" Daphne cried. "No wonder you have so many...ugh...so many girls willing to share!"
"I can't wait to try that," Susan moaned.
"You have to," Daphne said, nodding her head. "Oh fuck, I'm going to, going...AHH!"
She squealed as she came, falling forward into Susan's arms. Harry had kept somewhat still during that, willing to let Daphne take him at her pace and adjust. With her cumming hard, he started thrusting up into her spasming cunt. Her screams grew louder as her first orgasm led right into another and another, an unending storm of soul-searing pleasure. Susan held onto her, watching in awe as her girlfriend's eyes rolled back into her head, and then she herself came as his tongue started vibrating against her clit.
Hermione rushed over and wrapped her arms around them both, holding them steady as their orgasms continued to overwhelm them. Daphne was the first to go utterly limp, and she helped her off of Harry's cock, with a little magical assistance, and onto her side next to them, where she curled up, panting for breath.
Harry eased up before Susan could pass out and helped her get off of his face and onto her stomach.
"Holy...shit!" Susan panted, still feeling little spasms through her body as her orgasm slowly abated.
Harry rubbed little circles on her back as Hermione stroked her hair, soothing her as she came down from her high.
"Did Daphne pass out again?" Susan asked, getting up and looking over Hermione's shoulder at her sleeping girlfriend.
"Harry's cock has that effect," Hermione said. "I'll go check on her if you're good."
"I'm fine, better than fine," Susan giggled, looking back at Harry and seeing his throbbing cock. Her eyes widened as she saw that his head had turned nearly purple; it was so engorged. "You didn't cum?"
"Not yet," Harry said. "It usually takes a few girls."
"Wow," Susan breathed, feeling her inner walls quiver. "How do you want me?"
"On your hands and knees if you're willing," Harry said.
"It's our favorite position," Susan said. "Daph and I have this fake cock and harness that she loves to use on me. It's not as big as you."
"I fit inside her just fine," Harry said.
"I know," Susan said, looking back at Daphne, whom Hermione was cuddling with. "I couldn't believe it."
She got onto her hands and knees and faced Daphne. Sinking down until her breasts were flush against the sheets and her head nearly was too, she shook her arse at him, shivering as she felt his hands on her a moment later.
"I can't imagine why this would be Daphne's favorite position," he said sarcastically as he spread her plump cheeks wide.
Fisting his cock, he lined himself up with her and pushed forward, groaning as he felt her tight tunnel yield for him.
"Fuck!" Susan screamed, clawing at the sheets in front of her.
Harry slowly sank his entire cock inside her sweltering depths, tightening his grip on her hips. As his hips pressed flush against her arse, he recalled what Daphne had said about her being quite submissive and got an idea. Reaching forward, he gathered her long red hair in his hand and pulled back, making her squeak.
"Did you enjoy watching me fuck Daphne?" he whispered in her ear.
"Yes!" Susan exclaimed. "It was so hot."
"I'm glad, because this is something I'm going to want to do often," Harry said. "You two are so fucking beautiful."
"I...shit!" Susan screamed as he pulled most of his cock from her depths and thrust back inside hard. "I want you to. Merlin, I never knew cock was this good!"
"It's not so much cock as Harry's specifically," Hermione said as she traced her fingers down Daphne's side. "Lavender was pretty adamant about that."
"Lu...lucky us then," Susan whimpered.
Harry picked up his pace and watched, completely mesmerized by the way that Susan's plump arsecheeks jiggled each time his hips hit them. Even with her having cum repeatedly on his tongue before, it still didn't take long for her to race towards her next orgasm, and soon enough she was fluttering around his pistoning cock. He brought his hand down on her arse and that proved too much.
"HARRY!" Susan screamed loud enough that he was glad the room was soundproof.
Her spasming pussy massaged and milked his length, and Harry groaned. His stamina was incredible, but he could feel himself getting close. He continued fucking her through her orgasm, and when she fell forward, he went with her, pounding her into the bed as one climax led into the next. Just as he felt himself about to cum, though, she passed out, and he sighed. Pulling out of her, he went over to Hermione, reaching her just as Daphne woke up.
"Holy shit!" she sighed, rolling onto her back and draping an arm over her head. "Could you handle him, Hermione?"
"Like I even need to be asked," Hermione giggled, lying on her back and spreading her legs wide.
She crooked a finger and beckoned for him to come over, something he did quickly. He sank to the hilt inside her in one thrust, making her shriek as she wrapped her arms around him. As he quickly worked up to a steady, hard pace, Daphne crawled, on shaky legs, over to Susan, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend.
"Is it safe to say this won't be a one-time thing?" Hermione asked quietly.
Harry looked over at Daphne and, seeing the look of hunger in her eyes, realized that there was no chance of that. He fucked Hermione hard and fast, the both of them racing for their long-delayed orgasms. With a respective roar and squeal, they reached them not long after, writhing in each other's arms. As Harry rolled onto his back, taking her with him, he looked over to their lovers and wondered just how many would end up drawn into their debauchery.
