When Hannah walked back inside, Susan was sitting on the same sofa with Hermione, but with the stripper between them, wearing nothing but a mask. Both girls had their arms on his shoulder as if they were trying to assert ownership.

However, Hannah could also see that Susan had a serious expression, while Hermione had a mocking one. Not exactly hard to understand considering their photos together.

Hannah would have warned Susan … but after she forgot about her in the bathroom, she wasn't feeling particularly merciful. Instead, she sat across them, intent on watching the show.

Unless, of course, someone had a better order for her. She shivered.

"Well, we can finally continue," Hermione said the moment Hannah stood across them and spun the bottle. It pointed at Susan. "Dare," she said challengingly.

"Alright, give us twenty jumping jacks. Let's give our guest here an apology. And, seeing your tits dance is a good apology."

Susan smirked as she cupped them. "Well, they are spectacular," she gleefully admitted and started giving a show. With her assets, Hannah had to admit, it was an excellent show. Susan processed that smugly … until Hermione decided to wrap her hand around his cock, and start pumping. "Slut," Susan said.

Hannah had to admit, it was unfair coming from her, especially after everything she had done in Hermione's bedroom. But, Hannah didn't defend Hermione. She didn't need it.

Instead, she just watched the show, her thighs rubbing together, her breathing hard. Susan spun the bottle, which targeted Hermione. "Grab your ankles. Let's see just how flexible you are," Susan challenged her.

Hermione did with a smile, displaying her ass and pussy shamelessly. She stayed there for a minute, while Susan repeated Hermione's trick, but used two hands. Things were getting heated.

Another spin, this time targeting Hannah. "Let's bring you to the game," Hermione said. "Come, sit on his lap."

Susan looked frustrated. "It's better if you don't push her too much."

Hermione shrugged. "If she wanted to refuse, she just needed to take ten spanks," Hermione replied.

"Yes, Susan. I can handle it," Hannah said, though she doubted she could have done that if it wasn't for him patting his lap, and giving her a silent order. She followed that gleefully and stood up in front of him. She was hesitant, but only because she wanted to decide the exact method. She could just sit on one leg, and fulfill the dare.

Yet, she sat on the midsection, his shaft pressing against her ass.

"Well, that's a good apology to be ignored," he said as he hugged her waist. His arm felt strong and safe, while his cock felt like it was on fire against her ass.

"As long as you enjoy it," Hannah answered, surprised at her words. Susan looked no less surprised, but she was split between her desire to protect Hannah and meet Hermione's challenge. Hannah was too familiar with her to miss that.

Then, her competitive side won over. Hannah would have felt disappointed, but she felt too good to actually feel like that. "It's my turn to spin," she said. To do that, she needed to either leave his lap or lean forward. She did the latter, even if it meant her wet lips rubbed against his girth.

Her ass moved far more than it was necessary as she fulfilled her task, and it pointed at Hermione. "Grope and lick Susan's tits and give us a show," she said.

"Why does it include me. It's not my dare," Susan commented.

"We can always find another one if you're chickening out," Hermione said.

"I'm not a coward, let's do this," Susan said, but only after she looked at him and got his confirmation. And, just like that, Susan moved to the seat on the other side and pushed her chest out. Hermione followed, not wasting even a second before she started licking her breasts.

Hannah shivered with the realization. Hermione's lips were too confident for it to be the first time she was doing it. However, rather than confronting her about it, she let herself move under his control. His hands commanded her, and her ass started moving up and down, doing her best to give him a good time.

His grunts were making her tremble with joy. She leaned back with purpose, enjoying his size and hardness against her ass.

Meanwhile, Hermione was doing an excellent show of licking her breasts when she suddenly stopped. "I'm getting a familiar taste," Hermione said with a chuckle. "Someone had been a naughty girl."

"I don't know what are you talking about," Susan said panicked even as she glanced at Hannah. "You can't get out of your dare by spouting nonsense. Get back!" She even grabbed Hermione's hair and pulled her back to her bosom.

Watching Hermione munch on them, Hannah suddenly developed a new appreciation of Susan's tits. And, they were really amazing. Full enough to make it impossible to fit to a hand by a wide margin, yet still perky and jiggly. One nice advantage of having magic.

"Okay, the next dare. Susan, go and suck his cock," Hermione said once she pulled back.

"We didn't spin the bottle," Susan answered, but when Hermione twisted her nipple and she moaned, she nodded in acceptance. "Well, you're right. It's a bit unnecessary at this point." She stood in front of Hannah. "Leave your seat."

Then, a growling whisper reached from her back. "Not necessary," he said even as he lifted her. When she was put back down, his cock was between her thighs, standing proudly. Susan hesitated. "Come on, red. I thought Hufflepuffs were hardworking and determined."

"I'll show you determined," Susan said, then looked at Hannah. "Feel free to retreat," she said, which was all she did before she leaned forward and captured his cock. Hannah bit her lips, trying to maintain a hint of control … an attempt that died a quick death once Hermione approached, and treated her tits the same way she had been treating Susan.

Hannah moaned as Susan pushed herself down. Not only it was erotic to watch Susan go down on the stripper between her legs, but also, whenever she pushed down to take more than half, her nose rubbed against her pussy.

Still, she was determined that it would be the end. She had no intention of actually giving her virginity to him, a weakling … no matter how sexy or muscular or controlling she was. She finally understood what she wanted from her life, someone powerful both in magic, and in attitude, someone that could control her and protect her.

"Susan, give Hannah some attention as well," Hermione said as she grabbed her hair, and angled her toward. To Hannah's shock, Susan only hesitated for a moment before her tongue pressed against her wetness. It was hesitant at first, but soon it continued darting inside.

"Almost like my dreams. We just need one little touch," he said and pointed at them. Hannah gasped in shock as she found herself dressed. Though, it wasn't the clothes she argued, as they were sexy enough to fit it. Both Susan and her was dressed in their Hufflepuff uniform. At least, a variant of it.

For Susan, it was just a tight shirt that failed to contain her tits with a tie, with no skirt. And, for Hannah, it was just a tiny version of their school skirt and a tie that dangled between her tits. The sudden desire hit her hard, for one very simple reason.

He had just conjured several pieces of clothing at once. Wandlessly.

It was an understatement to say that conjuration was a complicated brand of magic. It was delicate and power-intensive at the same time. Even a partial mastery of it was enough to secure at least an E for NEWTs.

He had just done it wandlessly, and controlling it to give them perfectly fitting clothes.

Well, not perfectly fitting, Hannah corrected as Susan's tits forced a button to snap even as she moved, a second not too far away. But, considering the other details, the smallness of her shirt was clearly intentional, so it still counted.

That kind of power and control was hard to believe. Hannah could think of less than a dozen people who could achieve it … if they were concentrating. Achieving the same while being distracted by three naked sexy women at the same time, Hannah would have called it impossible if she hadn't witnessed it herself.

And, she knew only one name Hannah could think of when it came to achieving the impossible.

Then, a giggle escaped her mouth the moment that occurred. She was shocked that it took that much time to realize the identity of their 'stripper'. There was only one man who could make Miss Bookworms break her rules since their first year.

With that, the details of the night had shifted as well. Nothing was an accident. The pictures she discovered, Susan's anger, even her peeking. Everything had been engineered by Hermione. Hannah wanted to get angry at Hermione for tricking them, but anger was hard to overcome when her trick allowed her to realize something about herself.

That she needed a strong hand to guide her. How could she get angry at Hermione when she gifted her with two such hands.

Hannah realized that Susan must know about his identity as well. After all, that explained why she had been sneaking to suck his cock. Susan always had a crush on him. For the first time, Hannah realized she wasn't always a good Hufflepuff. If she was, she would have let Susan go first.

A fact that was made even more selfish by the fact that Susan was currently licking her folds, doing her best to give her pleasure. Yet, for once in her life, she decided to be selfish.

"Sorry Susan," Hannah moaned even as she rose and aligned herself with his girth. "I'm going to take your greatest crush for a ride first," she commented.

She expected Susan to look angry, impatient, or maybe smug. Confused was a surprise. "Hannah, what are you doing?" she gasped. "And, what do you mean by a crush?"

Hannah couldn't help but be surprised at her reaction. "Oh, you mean you had been sucking him inside even without realizing his identity —" she chuckled, only to be interrupted by a gasp when she had been spanked, hard.

By Harry Potter himself. That was all she needed.

She climaxed.


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