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"So, any plans for the Christmas holidays, Harry?" Ron asked as the four friends trudged through the deep layer of snow covering the Hogwarts courtyard. Hermione and Ginny walked alongside the boys, their breaths visible in the chilly air.

Harry, Hermione and Ron had returned for their final year at Hogwarts, after the harrowing battle against Voldemort, joining Ginny in her seventh year. Harry, especially, was looking forward to a break. "I haven't really thought about it," Harry replied, "but it would be nice to just rent a cabin in the mountains somewhere and finally just, y'know, relax."

Hermione nodded, her curly hair bouncing gently. "That sounds lovely, Harry. You deserve to relax after everything."

Ginny, her red hair vivid against the stark white snow, chimed in, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I have an idea! Why don't you find a nice place, and I can invite some friends. Make it a proper holiday!"

Harry glanced at Ginny, his heart swelling. Ever since the war ended, he had been hoping to rekindle their relationship. If she wanted to spend the holiday with him, then maybe... maybe there was a chance for them. "Sure, Ginny. That sounds great!"

Harry turned to Ron, "What do you think, Ron?"

Ron shrugged, "I'd love to, mate, but I've got to help George in the shop. Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes is booming after the war! And besides, I enjoy the work. It's a nice change from... everything else."

Harry clapped Ron on the back, "No worries, Ron. Pass on my regards to George and enjoy your Christmas."

He turned to Hermione, "And what about you, Hermione? Any plans?"

Hermione shook her head, her cheeks flushed from the winter chill. "Just what Ginny said - I'd love to go somewhere for a break. I've been so busy lately, I just want to relax."

She looked up at him, her eyes warm and kind, and Harry felt a sudden urge to protect her, to make sure she was safe and happy. He nodded, "Great! I'll make sure to find a nice place for us all, then!"

The next day, Harry found himself standing outside a large, rustic cabin nestled in the heart of the Alps. The landscape was stunning, with towering snow-capped mountains and dense forests that seemed to stretch on forever. Harry had put in a lot of effort to clear the entrance for snow, finding the physical exertion oddly soothing.

He glanced at the sky, the sun slowly dipping behind the mountains. Any second now, the guests would be arriving with the International Portkey he had arranged for them. The anticipation was building, the cabin silent and still, the only sounds coming from the howling wind and the crunching snow beneath his boots.

In a flash of light, a group of people suddenly materialised in front of him. It was a group of nine, Harry quickly realised. More than he had expected. Yet the unexpected number didn't faze him. Years of fighting had honed Harry's reflexes, and as the person closes to him stumbled and slipped from the impact of the Portkey, he caught her instinctively. It was Hermione, and she looked up gratefully, her cheeks flushed.

Another woman fell to the ground on the other side of the circle, too far for Harry to reach in time. He quickly moved forward and helped her up. It was Lily Moon, a Ravenclaw in Harry's year. She was slightly dishevelled, with snow covering her trousers.

"Here, let me help you," Harry said, gently brushing the snow from her. His hand followed the contour of her round ass, and he couldn't help but notice the firmness of her flesh, the touch slightly more intimate than he had intended. Lily laughed, a sound as pure as the snowy mountain air. "Thank you, Harry. I seem to have a bit of trouble with Portkeys."

Harry felt a sudden blush rising to his cheeks, but he shook it off. "No worries, Lily. It's good to see you!" he said, reaching out for a friendly hug. Lily hugged him back, her arms tight around his neck, and Harry could feel the heat of her body against his, even through their thick winter clothes. He couldn't help but notice how good it felt.

It was only then, as Harry took a step back and looked up at the other women who had just arrived, that it struck him. Ginny had only invited witches. And not only a couple of witches either. There were nine of them in total, and all of them were looking at him as if he were the main course at a feast.

To his immediate right was Daphne Greengrass, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her blue eyes bright and lively. She was a Slytherin, just like Harry's former nemesis Draco Malfoy, but there was nothing cold about her. She looked stunning in her elegant white coat and scarf, her smile warm and welcoming.

Daphne stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Harry's neck, embracing him in a tight hug. He could feel her body pressing against his, the curves of her breasts and hips moulded to his form, as if her body were made to complement his. She smelt faintly of vanilla and cinnamon, and Harry felt his heart flutter despite himself.

"I'm so glad you invited me, Harry. This is going to be so much fun!" Daphne said, her voice a gentle purr in Harry's ear.

Harry felt a stirring in his groin, suddenly glad for the thick layers of clothing between them. "I'm glad you're here, Daphne," he said, trying to ignore the way his heart seemed desperate to betray him by pumping his blood to all the wrong places in his body.

Beside Daphne was her best friend Tracey Davis, with her shoulder-length black hair and cute freckles. She looked beautiful in her winter outfit, her cheeks now flushed from the cold mountain air. Harry could tell that she was the type of girl who was always ready for an adventure. She smiled warmly at Harry, her hand reaching out for a quick hug.

Next to Tracey stood Susan Bones, a Hufflepuff with long, red hair. She was short and busty, her round face and button nose giving her a kind of wholesome beauty that Harry found strangely alluring. Her massive breasts were something of a legend at Hogwarts, and Harry couldn't help but notice how they seemed to strain against the fabric of her coat. She gave Harry a warm smile, her eyes struggling to contain her excitement.

Beside Susan was Hannah Abbott, a tall, slender girl with long, blonde hair. She had a thin waist and wide hips, and Harry couldn't help but wonder whether the girl still had that crush on him. She had asked him out once, back when they were in their fifth year, and Harry had fumbled and declined, unsure of how to react to the sudden attention. Looking at the bombshell she had grown into now, he couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he had said yes. But then again, he would have never scored with Ginny if he was balls deep in the blonde, so perhaps it all worked out for the best. She was still friendly towards him, though, and she hugged him tightly as she greeted him, whispering a soft hello in his ear.

On his other side, next to Lily, was Luna Lovegood. She was a tall, willowy girl with long, silver hair and a dreamy, faraway look. She was considered a bit odd by her classmates, but Harry couldn't help but find her extremely attractive with her large, silvery eyes and her soft, dreamy voice. And that was to say nothing of her perky breasts, which Luna couldn't seem to get enough of flaunting. It was well known that Luna had a bit of a reputation around Hogwarts as a bit of a free spirit, and she often went without a bra, letting her nipples stand out against her tight outfits.

Except for now, Harry lamented, looking at her thick winter coat.

Regardless of her current attire, Harry wondered how he would survive the holidays with her around. It was difficult to spend long around Luna without learning that she was a big proponent of the au naturel lifestyle. She believed that humans were meant to live as close to nature as possible, which meant that she often went around without any clothes on. Harry could just imagine Luna wandering around the cabin in nothing but her long, slender legs and her tight, round butt, getting down on her knees and bending over to search for the elusive Crumple-Horned Snorkack under one of the cabin's sofas.

Harry hoped it wasn't contagious. For if it was, his chances with Ginny would vanish faster than he could say Snorkack.

The final guest of Ginny's seemed to be Romilda Vane. She had long, black curly hair and dark eyes, her tan skin setting her apart from the other, mostly fair-skinned girls. Harry couldn't help but notice the way her full lips curved into a coy smile as his eyes met hers. Romilda had a thing for Harry, and she had made that abundantly clear many times, even going as far as to flash her big tits to him in the hallway once when nobody was looking. Harry tried his best to ignore the way his trousers tightened at the memory, and instead, smiled politely. "Hello, Romilda. Nice to see you again."

Romilda stepped forward and hugged him, her arms squeezing his waist tightly. "I'm so glad you invited me, Harry," she whispered in his ear, the words barely audible. Harry couldn't help but notice how she pressed her body against his, grinding her hips gently against his groin, not caring in the slightest that the other eight witches she would be spending the next couple of weeks with were watching. Harry gulped, suddenly grateful for the thick layers of clothing between them.

"I, uh, I'm glad you could make it," Harry stammered, trying to ignore the way his trousers tightened once more. He had failed to tell any of them the fact that it wasn't actually him who had invited them here, and he was starting to come to the conclusion that trusting Ginny with something like this might have been a mistake.

Ginny was the last to greet him, a sly smile on her face as she stepped forward and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek, letting the other witches know exactly who the Queen Bee of this group was. "I wanted to surprise you," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "I brought the hottest witches at Hogwarts." She pulled back, a playful glint in her eye. "Enjoy your much-earned break, Harry!"

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