"What did Albus say when the redhead asked about Potter's friends contacting him?" Dedalus Diggle asked with his wand trained on Hestia Jones.
"That he needed time to deal with the trauma of the tournament," Hestia replied.
She had thought it was a bullshit excuse and figured that the man was concerned mostly about Potter's security, though why he didn't just say that, she had no idea. Hestia hadn't hesitated for a moment when her old friend Nymphadora Tonks had invited her to join their old headmaster's order. As a half-blood with a muggleborn mother, she was a natural enemy of the Death Eaters and had heard more than enough stories of the horrors that they wrought in the first war to want to fight against them this time around.
As a fairly accomplished duelist, she'd gone into this expecting more actual fighting than she had seen up to this point, but both sides seemed to be focused on gathering resources so far, while the ministry, headed by a human ostrich, stuck their heads in the sand and pretended that all was well. Protecting Harry Potter was the most interesting assignment she'd been given yet, though she doubted that it would be all that interesting, given how boring Tonks had said it was.
"You're early, Hestia," Diggle said gruffly.
"I got off work and didn't have enough time until my shift was set to start to do anything, so I figured I'd pop by," Hestia shrugged.
"Well, I won't object if you want to start early," Diggle muttered. "Potter seems to be getting ready to go out."
"Tonks said he was mostly a shut-in," Hestia commented.
"I think he got a call on that fellytone thing," Diggle said, and Hestia resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the typical pureblood mistake. "Ah, there he is now."
Hestia looked and saw that Diggle was correct, as the pair of them quickly put their invisibility cloaks back on. Tonks had said that Potter looked pretty haunted the last time she saw him and that she was worried about him. Haunted certainly wasn't how Hestia would describe him just then, though, grinning as he was. As he left his relatives house and pocketed his keys, he actually started whistling to himself.
"Must have been some phone call," she murmured.
"Well, I'll leave you to it," Diggle murmured. "Remember, Albus wants us to stay out of sight unless we have no choice."
"Understood," Hestia replied as the familiar pop of apparition sounded next to her.
Potter had gotten a good twenty feet away from her by then, and she moved quickly to catch up, cursing when she saw him take out his wand and hold it up towards the street. The knight bus appeared out of thin air a moment later, and Hestia scrambled to sneak onboard, breathing a silent sigh of relief as she managed to pass Shunpike without being spotted. She hadn't heard where Harry said he needed to go, but figured it didn't matter. So long as she didn't lose him, it would be fine.
The Knight Bus was as insanely quick and uncomfortable as always, and soon enough, it stopped in the middle of a neighborhood that Hestia knew quite well. As she heard Harry mutter that it was close under his breath and thank the driver, she followed him out into her old street.
"Megan never mentioned knowing him," she thought to herself as she followed him along the familiar sidewalk. "There are a few muggle families around here with kids his age, so it could be one of them."
Her father was a pureblood, but not a particularly wealthy one, and he had become so fascinated by muggles that when his wife suggested moving into her parents' old place after they passed away, he was more than happy to do so. Hestia and her older sister Gwenog grew up in this place, living a mostly muggle life as girls, albeit with a magical education. They had both been older when Megan was born, with Gwenog being just a couple years away from going to Hogwarts.
As Harry walked along the familiar path, Hestia grew more and more curious about who exactly he was going to see, but when he turned towards the house she grew up in and climbed the few steps, she had no choice but to accept the obvious.
"Why the hell didn't she tell me?" Hestia wondered, pouting slightly.
It had been difficult spending seven years as the baby of the family only to have another sister come along, and she knew that she was a right spoiled bitch at first, but Hestia loved her sister and tried to be there for her however she could. She'd made it very clear that Megan could tell her anything, and "oh, by the way, I befriended the only person either of us knows of even more famous than Gwenog," was the kind of thing she'd have expected the younger girl to let her know about.
Harry knocked on the door, and not five seconds later, it opened to reveal Megan, wearing a long, dark coat. Her long, very dark brown hair fell to her shoulders as it always did, almost poker straight. The Jones girls had all inherited their father's hair and eye color, but where their father's hair was a curly mess, they had been fortunate enough to get their mother's straight, easily managed tresses. Megan was slightly made up, enhancing her natural beauty without looking trashy, not that she needed much help with her heart-shaped face, full lips, and cute, slightly upturned nose.
"Hey," Harry said, sounding slightly confused as he took in the sight of her. "Are we going somewhere?"
"Oh, I don't know," Megan said, grinning impishly and curling her finger inward to invite him in. She took a few steps back and both Harry and the still-hidden Hestia followed. As Harry closed the door behind him, nearly hitting his bodyguard, Megan said, "I was thinking that we might stay in."
"I still can't believe Megan didn't tell me that she knew Harry bloody Pott...oh no!" Hestia thought to herself, her eyes widening in horror as Megan let the coat fall to the floor, revealing that she wasn't wearing a thing under it.
"You do know what it means when a girl calls and says she's home alone and wants you to come over, right?" Megan asked, sounding amused as she stood there confidently.
Hestia averted her eyes from her sister immediately, though unfortunately, this meant looking over at Potter, whose eyes raked over Megan's curvaceous form hungrily.
"This is definitely what I expected," Harry said, his voice low and rumbling in a way that made both Jones girls shiver, "but for a second there, I thought you were teasing me."
Megan grinned lasciviously and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his neck as she asked, "Is that something I would do to my daddy?"
"I guess it would depend on whether or not you wanted this perfect arse of yours spanked raw," Harry replied, bringing his hand down to swat one of Megan's bare cheeks loudly, making her squeal.
Hestia apparated outside immediately. She wished that she could say that she timed the crack of her magic with Harry's slap and Megan's squeal intentionally, but that would have required her to be able to think at all. Stumbling out onto her old front lawn, she shook her head and groaned.
"Well, clearly, this has been going on for a while," she thought to herself as she tried to will her no-doubt crimson blush to fade. "When the hell did Megan grow up?"
She snorted at that thought until a far worse one occurred to her. She had to guard Harry and couldn't exactly silence the pair of them because if anyone managed to sneak around her and attack them, she'd need to know about it immediately. She could only hope that her sister wasn't particularly…
"Ohh!" Megan cried, her voice echoing down from her bedroom window. "Oh fuck, right there!"
"Oh Merlin, kill me now," Hestia thought to herself.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Tonks laughed.
"IT'S NOT FUNNY!" Hestia cried, glaring at her best friend and roommate as she cackled hysterically and rolled off of her bed. "I've never been so mortified in my entire life."
"I swear...I swear I didn't know...hahahahaha!" Tonk giggled, tears streaming down her face as her hair cycled through every color imaginable.
"Ugh!" Hestia groaned, sitting down on Tonks' bed and downing her firewhiskey in one gulp. "When did this even happen? I swear last week she was still the little girl with pigtails who tearfully begged me to go to Hogwarts for an eighth year so she'd know someone there."
"We all grow up eventually, Hes," Tonks said, finally calming down. "She's not a little girl anymore."
"Clearly," Hestia said dryly. "I got enough of an eyeful to know that."
"Ah, she's developed the old Jones build?" Tonks chuckled.
"McLain build, technically," Hestia said, knowing full well that they took after their mother in that regard.
"Right," Tonks said. "Speaking of your mum, has she ever said that Megan was an oops? Given the years between you…"
"I've never asked, but I imagine so," Hestia replied. "There's only two years between me and Gwen, after all."
"Right," Tonks said. "Man I have never been happier to be an only child."
"You're an awful friend," Hestia grumbled half-seriously, and Tonks quickly wrapped an arm around her.
"I'm sorry, Hestia," Tonks said more seriously. "It must have been like that time your silencing charm failed."
"In more ways than one, I'm sure," Hestia muttered. When Tonks cocked a purple eyebrow at that, she added, "Let's just say that Megan and I have more in common than our looks."
"Don't tell me she's also a screamer with a daddy kink?" Tonks asked, grinning, only for her face to fall and her eyes to widen when Hestia just cringed. "Oh."
"Yeah," Hestia sighed. "Add that to the list of things I really didn't need to know about my baby sister."
Tonks snorted softly and poured them both another drink. "I'm surprised Potter could even make her scream, given his age."
"Yeah, at first I thought Megan just came more easily than a boy having his first wank, but then I was forced to sit through nearly two hours of hearing them go at it like minks and well…" Hestia muttered.
"Two hours?" Tonks asked, her eyes shooting towards her hairline.
"With breaks, but yeah," Hestia replied.
"Lucky bitch," Tonks muttered, and Hestia snorted.
"There must be a story there," she said.
"Well, I imagine they got a lot of practice…" Tonks went to say.
"Not that!" Hestia snapped. "In the moment, I couldn't recall Megan ever mentioning Harry Potter, but she did in one of her letters earlier this year. When he was chosen for the tournament, the Hufflepuffs all decided together that he was a cheating arsehole and seemed to heartily agree with the sentiment."
"Ah," Tonks replied, wincing. "You remember how quickly and adamantly we could go along with the badger consensus back in the day?"
She did. The Hufflepuffs might not have had as many overt flaws as the other houses, but they were rather prone to groupthink.
"Well, somewhere along the line, she went from hating his guts to…"
"Having him rearrange hers?" Tonks asked. When Hestia just looked at her flatly, she murmured, "Sorry, couldn't resist."
Hestia just rolled her eyes and muttered, "The worst thing is that I can't even talk to her about him unless she volunteers the information. Even hinting at knowing about him could tip Potter off to the fact that we're tailing him and Professor Dumbl...Albus would be right pissed."
"Yeah, I don't know how any of the others ever got used to calling him that," Tonks said. "I guess you could just ask her if she's seeing anyone and go from there. I couldn't see her lie. Why hide the fact that you're dating magical Britain's most eligible bachelor? Most eligible bachelor her age, anyway."
"I'm just surprised that she didn't tell us outright," Hestia said. "Mum would absolutely have told Gwen and I if she knew."
"That is odd," Tonks admitted. "Maybe she's worried that your folks would buy the rubbish they're printing in the Prophet."
"Maybe," Hestia murmured. "That could be my way in, actually. I could casually mention that I think they're full of crap and see what she says."
"There, see?" Tonks asked. "I can laugh my ass off and still be helpful."
A summoned pillow hit her right in the face, making her giggle.
"Mmm, this is so good," Megan moaned as she dug into the heavily spiced chicken and rice. "Why did you have to be the only one who got Mum's talents in the kitchen?"
"Gwenog could have learned how to cook; she just couldn't be arsed back in the day and with her salary, it's not like she needs to do much for herself these days," Hestia replied. "Mum or I could teach you if you like. The secret to this one is getting all the different spices into the Greek yogurt and marinating the thighs for about six hours. After that, it's just a matter of cooking the rice properly, laying it out in an olive-oil-lined baking dish, arranging the chicken on top, and baking it on high heat for...I've lost you huh?"
"Sorry," Megan winced.
"It's fine," Hestia chuckled. "Like I say, if you want to learn to cook, I could start with the basics and teach you from there."
"Could you teach me to make treacle tart?" Megan asked, her voice oddly small.
"Treacle tart?" Hestia asked incredulously. "Even as a girl you didn't like things that sweet."
"Tastes can change," Megan muttered, and Hestia fought back a smirk.
"It wouldn't be for you, huh?" she thought to herself.
"Thanks for the invite, Hestia," Megan said. "We haven't hung out in ages."
"It's been too long," Hestia agreed easily, "and I wanted to see how you were doing after...this last year."
"It was awful," Megan said with a haunted look on her face. "It should have been great. At the start of the year, we learned that we had a famous auror as our DADA professor, and this exciting tournament had been revived. It really bloody sucked that Quidditch was out, and I honestly don't know why it was, but most people were still really excited and then top it off, one of our own as chosen."
"As was Harry Potter," Hestia added.
Megan, who had looked stricken as she thought of Cedric Diggory, glared at her sister and said, "Harry didn't put his name in the goblet!"
"You seemed so certain when you wrote to me back in October," Hestia murmured, and Megan looked immediately guilty.
"I was wrong," she said softly. "We were all wrong, just like the Prophet and the fucking ministry are now."
"So you believe him?" Hestia asked. "You think You-Know-Who is truly back?"
"If Harry says that's what happened, then it's what happened," Megan declared.
"I believe him too," Hestia said.
"Yo...you do?" Megan asked, her pale green eyes shining hopefully.
"I do," Hestia replied. "The rest of the sheep in this country might not recall more than six months ago, but I do. Potter's been back in our world for years now and has never shown a history of anything like this. Plus, Cedric Diggory did die, and if the aurors thought that Potter did it, he'd already be in chains. Someone had to have."
"It was V...V...Voldemort," Megan stuttered, shivering as she said the name. "Harry said he ordered one of his servants to kill him like it was nothing."
"I didn't know that you and Potter knew each other," Hestia probed.
"Um, we're kind of...dating," Megan said sheepishly.
"Kind of?" Hestia asked.
"We are dating," Megan clarified, "but with Mum believing every word that awful rag prints I've…"
"I get it," Hestia smiled, glad that she was being so open with her. "The ministry has taken a losing bet anyway. If You-Know-Who isn't back, then Potter's going to look foolish, but even if they took his word and investigated, they still could have poured the public outrage onto him when he was proven a liar. If he is back, which again, I believe, then when the truth comes out, people are going to want Fudge's head on a spike."
"He'll bloody well deserve it," Megan snarled.
"So, how did you two start seeing each other?" Hestia asked.
"Ce...Cedric, actually," Megan said, her eyes growing wet as she recalled the older boy. "The first task had them steal golden eggs from dragons and Harry learned about it ahead of time because one of his friend's brothers works with dragons."
"We're talking about Charlie Weasley, I assume," Hestia murmured. When Megan looked confused, she added, "He and Tonks used to date."
"Right," Megan said as she recalled hearing Hestia mention the couple back in the day. "Where is Tonks anyway?"
"Late shift," Hestia replied. "So Harry learned about the dragons…"
"He warned Cedric," Megan said. "Not on the condition that he'd owe him a favor later, or even that he'd get us to lighten up about him, but just because it was the right thing to do. Cedric thought that he might not have survived the task without Harry's help, and when he learned that he needed a date to the Yule Ball, he talked me into it."
"So you guys went together and just hit it off?" Hestia asked.
"Well, Harry didn't know how to dance, and I didn't feel like getting my feet stepped on, so I taught him," Megan replied, smiling. "We really got to know each other over the course of the lessons, and by the time of the ball, I already really liked him. The ball itself was then simply magical, and he was so wonderful to me that I...er…"
"You can tell me anything, you know," Hestia said. "Mum and Dad don't need to know."
"I gave him my virginity that night," Megan smiled.
"How was he?" Hestia asked, grinning, and Megan immediately balked.
"Hestia?!" Megan exclaimed, blushing.
"Oh, come on, do you not talk with your friends about him?" Hestia asked.
"Well, yeah," Megan grinned. "I'm just not used to, well…"
"It occurred to me recently that in a few more years you're going to graduate from Hogwarts, and it's high time that I stopped treating you like a kid," Hestia said.
"Spending a couple hours hearing you scream things like 'harder Daddy,' until your voice goes hoarse can do that," Hestia thought to herself.
"It was amazing," Megan sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. "He was so sweet and tender, and he didn't even take off his pants until I was so turned on that I was ready to scream."
"I take it; it wasn't his first time then," Hestia chuckled.
"Oh no, it was," Megan corrected her.
"My first time lasted about ninety seconds, including undressing," Hestia said, blinking owlishly at her sister.
"Oh, well, Harry was a little self-conscious, and he was afraid that if I saw him naked, I'd run away," Megan laughed. When Hestia cocked an eyebrow, she added, "He's um, very gifted...down there."
"Oh!" Hestia exclaimed, her eyes widening. "Oh."
"Yeah, I'm not going to lie, it was a little intimidating," Megan laughed, "but thankfully, Harry's tongue is genuinely magical, and by the time I begged him to ease up, I was so wet that it wasn't all that hard."
"Merlin's balls, you're lucky," Hestia muttered. "The bloke I lost it to would have thought cunnilingus was some foreign dish he'd never heard of."
"It was wonderful," Megan sighed, "and we've been seeing each other ever since."
"You seem to be very happy," Hestia said, "but I have to point out that he's going to be in a lot of danger going forward."
"I know," Megan scowled, "and the noble arse already tried to break up with me over it to keep me safe. I quickly told him where to shove that idea. It took me forever to convince him to meet up over the summer, and he's reluctant to do it too often for fear that he'll lead someone to me."
"He's been well hidden all these years," Hestia said, very aware of the fact that no one had seen so much as a hint of danger around him yet.
"With the tournament taking up so much of his time, we didn't have more than a couple actual dates last year," Megan said, "and no one aside from his friends and mine knows that we're a couple, so I've already said that we can keep things discreet if he wants, even if I'd rather shout it from the bloody rooftops."
"So how serious are things between you two?" Hestia asked.
"I love him," Megan replied, staring off into space.
"Have you told him?" Hestia asked.
"Not yet," Megan replied. "Like I say, he really didn't have time for a girlfriend last year and I wasn't about to add to the stress already consuming him. Instead, I was happy to...mellow him out as often as we could."
Hestia snorted at that. "Just be careful, alright. You've been shagging a bloke you have no sort of commitment from…"
"What exactly are you saying?" Megan asked, sounding offended and staring at Hestia with narrowing eyes.
"That you should make sure he's on the same page," Hestia replied. "No matter how good a guy seems, just assuming that he feels the same way as you is often a recipe for heartbreak."
Megan huffed at that and sat back, staring out at nothing as she thought about her sister's words.
"You're right," she sighed after a moment. "Actually, while we're having this talk, there is something that I'd pick your brain about. Hannah and Susan aren't much help in this case, as they're even less experienced than I am. What's your go-to thing when you're seeing a guy and want to do something special for his birthday?"
"It's been a while since I was serious enough with a guy to want to do anything special for his birthday," Hestia replied, "but when I was seeing James, I woke him up the morning of his birthday with the sloppiest blowjob of his life."
"Oh, that wouldn't be anything special for Harry," Megan said, and Hestia just blinked at her. "Well, he's so obsessed with eating me out, I'd feel weird if I didn't return the favor often."
"Okay," Hestia said, tapping her fingers on the table as she thought about it more. "Has he mentioned any fantasies that he's had? Things that he wanted to try out?"
"Nothing that I haven't done," Megan replied, blushing lightly.
"Okay, there is one thing I can think of, though it might be quite challenging if you're not exaggerating about size," Hestia said. "I…"
"We've done anal," Megan cut in, and Hestia just stared at her again. Blushing more, she added, "We found a book in this awesome room the house elves told him about that can become anything you want. It was about sex and all the different things a couple can do. We burned through almost everything we had any interest in within three months. That's why I kinda hoped that you'd have an idea that was outside the box."
Hestia pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "Okay, I have one other idea, and if you've already done that, then you've exceeded my experience. I was newly single around the time of our graduation, and Tonks and Charlie had already come to terms with the fact that their relationship, such as it was by that point, wasn't going to go on past Hogwarts. They just wanted different things in life, and there was no way around that. They were still on really good terms, though, and Tonks wanted to give him something that he'd never forget: a threesome."
"You?" Megan asked in shock.
"You're not the only Jones with a healthy sex drive, Megan," Hestia chuckled.
"Wow," Megan said. "How was it?"
"It was fun," Hestia replied. "Charlie was never really my type, but the guy was fit as hell, and Tonks is, well…"
"Hmm," Megan murmured. "Sadly, I don't think Susan or Hannah would go for that, and I can't think of anyone else I'd trust enough."
"A touch prudish?" Hestia asked.
"I don't think either one wants to lose her virginity in a threesome to a guy she's not going to date after," Megan sighed.
"Alas, that's all I can think of," Hestia said. "I think you've spoiled that boy of yours."
"Man, Megan corrected her, "and if anything, he's spoiled me."
"He's really that good?" Hestia asked.
"He's...it's the best thing I've ever felt," Megan shivered. "He makes me feel so wonderfully full; he's so attentive and intense, and he knows my body better than I do by now. Every time we sleep together, I'm left exhausted, sweaty, mindless, and so bloody satisfied."
Megan closed her eyes and grinned at the memories while Hestia wondered just how good her sister's not-yet boyfriend was. She had slept with a few guys over the years, and her friends had had their share, but none of their stories had ever sounded like this.
"What about you?" Megan asked suddenly.
"What about me?" Hestia asked, confused.
"You've done it before; you said yourself that it's been a while since you had anyone good, and, at the risk of sounding conceited, I'm fairly sure you're his type," Megan replied.
"Wha...are you asking if I'm willing to shag your bloody boyfriend?!" Hestia exclaimed.
"You wouldn't regret it; trust me there," Megan replied.
"Would you?" Hestia asked. "Really think about this, Megan. Tonks decided to have a threesome with Charlie only after she'd made peace with the fact that they didn't have a future together. Something might seem hot in concept but be much less fun to watch. If you think that there's any chance of you becoming jealous, you don't want to let that ruin something that seems really good for you."
"Honestly, that's what makes this perfect," Megan said. "I don't have to worry about you, both because you wouldn't try to take him from me and because you'd sooner chew glass than date a Hogwarts student, even if he is unfathomably good in bed."
"I…" Hestia trailed off, annoyed that she couldn't poke any holes in that argument. "You do get that I'm not particularly enthused about the idea of fucking one too, right?"
"He's legal, but hey, if you don't want to, that's fine," Megan said, finishing off the last of her rice. "That said, did you ever hear that Harry's a parselmouth?"
"Really?" Hestia asked, furrowing her brow in concern.
"Mmhmm," Megan replied. "We found out in second year, and most of us reacted poorly, including me. If only I knew just how fond of that ability I'd become."
"Why?" Hestia asked, confused.
"Because when Harry speaks parseltongue, his tongue vibrates," Megan said, grinning lasciviously.
"What?" Hestia asked.
Over the course of their conversation, she'd become rather turned on, as she had, to her shame, while listening to Harry fuck Megan's brains out. The mere thought of how good a vibrating tongue would feel against her clit made her pussy flutter. The idea of sleeping with a guy that much younger than her might not have been that appealing to her normally, but that didn't mean she couldn't be tempted.
"Mmm, Harry, Harry, wait," Megan moaned as he trailed hot kisses down her neck, wishing that she could just let go and let him take her right there in the street. "We're nearly there."
"Sorry," Harry replied, neither sounding nor looking sorry at all. "I just can't help myself with you looking like this."
Megan grinned at that, looking down at the rather risque black muggle dress she was wearing. It covered everything that it needed to, but with it ending at her mid-thigh and having a plunging neckline that gave a tantalizing view of her substantial cleavage, it was far more revealing than anything she'd worn before.
"Flattery will get you almost anywhere with me, but I'd still prefer not to be arrested for shagging in public," Megan giggled.
"And you're sure this dress isn't the third gift?" Harry asked, his eyes openly feasting on her gorgeous body.
"Hardly," Megan purred, cupping his cheek. Leaning in, she whispered, "It's just part of the wrapping paper."
"Fuck," Harry groaned, and she laughed, running off ahead.
His eyes locked onto her round bubblebutt, and he felt his cock grow even harder in his boxers as he raced after her.
"I still can't believe you managed to get me...that," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Megan turned to him and looked up into his eyes, feeling her heart skip a beat as she saw the sheer, raw affection in them.
"I might not have much use for the Prophet right now, but they do keep their back issues preserved and available for copying by the public," she said. "I figured that, given that your father was a prominent pureblood, their wedding would have been announced in it, and when I saw that it had a picture, I knew you'd love it."
"I do," Harry said, taking her hand in his and pressing his lips to her knuckles, "and I love you."
"I love you too," Megan whispered, her voice failing her.
They had had that conversation a few days prior, and she still felt like her heart might burst. He kissed her then, passionately, and she melted into his touch just like she always did.
"So we're close to where we're going, right?" Harry asked.
"Very," Megan replied. Pointing a little ways down the street, she added, "It's that building there."
"Okay," Harry replied, wondering what exactly she had in mind. It looked like a simple residential building to him.
"The broom polishing kit was the type you had before, right?" Megan asked, "Because I thought it looked like it, and the shopkeeper did say that it would be fine for firebolts but…"
"It's the same one," Harry replied, cutting her off. "Thank you again. You know, you've set a very high bar for me when your birthday rolls around."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Megan grinned. "I think you know what I like well enough by now."
"Yes, but it will be hard to keep you chained to the bed the entire day while we're at school," Harry chuckled, and she shivered at the thought.
"Here we are," Megan said as they reached the door to Hestia's flat. "My sister and her roommate are both out tonight."
"Huh?" Harry asked.
"Hestia gave me a key, just in case I ever needed to crash for some reason," Megan explained as she unlocked the door, "and I just happen to know that the place is going to be empty all night."
"What...what exactly do you have in mind?" Harry asked, his mouth going dry as he imagined what he thought was the answer.
"You're a smart guy, Harry," Megan purred, turning around and lifting herself up onto the kitchen counter. Spreading her legs, she revealed her perfectly waxed pussy, with not a hint of fabric in the way.
"Megan," Harry breathed, feeling his cock throb painfully as he stared at her perfect pink slit.
"Mum and Dad think I'm staying with Susan tonight," Megan grinned, "and this place is soundproofed. We can spend the whole night doing whatever we want, as loudly as we want, and no one will care. That's your third gift, by the way."
"You are such a naughty girl," Harry rumbled, smirking as Megan moaned softly at his words. "Does your sister know you plan to use her flat as a fuckpad tonight?"
"Would it be hotter if she did or didn't?" Megan asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Megan," Harry growled.
"She does," Megan replied immediately. "I talked to her about wanting to do something special for your birthday and complained about not having anywhere where we could spend the night during the summer, and she offered to let us use this place."
"And she and her roommate are both going to be out all night?" Harry asked, walking up to her.
"All night long," Megan cooed, "which, incidentally, is how long I'm hoping you'll fuck me."
He was on her in an instant, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss. She gave in instantly as his tongue pushed between her lips, just as wonderfully submissive as always. As his fingers brushed against her soaked slit, though, she broke the kiss, crying out in bliss at the pleasure. He plunged two fingers inside her, making her squeak, and pulled them out just as quickly, looking down at just how coated they were in her fluids.
"You're so wet," Harry marveled.
"I can't help it when I'm with you, Daddy," Megan cooed.
"And walking around with no panties wasn't part of it?" Harry asked. "That dress is so short; if you had bent over at all, everyone would have seen your pussy."
"I wouldn't do that, Daddy," Megan insisted. "Only you get to see my pussy."
"And why is that?" Harry asked, his emerald eyes flashing dangerously as he stared into hers.
"Because it's yours," Megan replied, trying to rub her thighs together to relieve the pressure building rapidly inside her core, only to whimper as he held them open.
"That's right, baby," Harry grinned, "and that means that risking revealing it to others without my permission was very bad, and what do bad girls get?"
"They get spankings," Megan replied, her eyes going nearly black with lust.
"That's right, now clean Daddy's fingers," Harry said, holding his wet digits in front of her face. Without hesitating for a moment, she wrapped her lips around them and sucked them clean of her juices, moaning as she did. "Did that taste good?"
"Not as good as it does when I have your cum in me," Megan replied with a grin.
"Now, where am I going to spank my bad girl?" Harry asked, tapping his chin.
"Hes said we could use her bed, provided we changed the sheets afterward," Megan replied.
"Remind me to do something nice for your sister," Harry chuckled. "Now lead the way."
"Yes, Daddy," Megan said, jumping off of the counter and rushing along to Hestia's room.
"Merlin's saggy balls," Hestia thought to herself, biting her knuckle to keep from moaning at the display her sister and her boyfriend were putting on.
How Megan, who blushed up a storm just talking about her sex life a few days ago, could be this, not only kinky but comfortable being kinky, she had no idea.
"Because she's your sister," she thought to herself almost immediately.
It was almost weird seeing just how much they really had in common, and Hestia took a moment to calm herself in the kitchen after they left. Arranging to get the night shift tonight had taken some doing, but she had pulled it off, and now the three of them wouldn't have to worry about anyone else from the Order coming along all night.
"One!" she heard Megan squeal and shuddered, before making her way over to her bedroom.
Inside, she found her sister completely naked and draped over Harry's lap, squirming as a bright red handprint quickly formed on her right arsecheek. Hestia gasped at the sight, feeling her own pussy grow rapidly hot and wet as she watched Harry bring his hand down again on her arse.
"Two!" Megan screamed.
"This place really is soundproofed?" Harry asked.
"Hestia and Tonks got a friend of theirs to enchant the walls properly," Megan replied. "Sound can still echo through the flat unless there are further silencing charms cast, presumably, but no one outside of it can hear what goes on inside."
"Good," Harry grinned, rubbing his hand over her plump cheeks. "I've missed hearing you scream."
"Three!" Megan squealed.
On and on the spanking went, and Megan screamed, counting throughout it. Even as tears started to streak her mascara down her cheeks, she only grew wetter until a small stream of her arousal started to drip onto Harry's lap.
"Twe...twenty!" Megan stammered a while later, her entire body shaking.
"Good girl," Harry said, rubbing her sore cheeks. "You took that so well."
"May I cum, Daddy?" Megan asked. "Please, I need it so bad!"
"I know you do," Harry smirked. "Assume the position."
On shaky legs, Megan got out of his lap and crawled onto the bed. Pressing her cheek down into the sheets, she reached behind and pulled her round arsecheeks wide, revealing her soaking wet slit and winking arsehole to him.
"So beautiful," Harry whispered. "You've been so good to me today, baby."
"Please fuck me, Daddy," Megan whimpered.
"I will," Harry replied, removing his shirt and belt, "but first, I think you deserve a reward."
Lowering himself until his face was level with her slit, he grabbed her thick thighs and leaned in until his lips were right by her slick folds.
"Thank you, DADDY!" Megan shrieked at the top of her lungs, her entire body convulsing in pleasure as she came hard.
Hestia watched in awe as her sister squirted all over Harry's face. She had heard the faintest hint of hissing just before Megan's orgasm hit like a truck, and she could only rub her thighs together in excitement as she watched that climax go on and on, seeming like it might never end. Megan had described what parseltongue-induced orgasms were like, saying that the pleasure hit hard immediately and then continued endlessly until Harry finally relented. She honestly hadn't believed her, not even able to imagine something that good, but as she continued taking in the show, she realized that the younger woman hadn't been exaggerating at all. No wonder she was so seemingly obsessed with her boyfriend.
Watching the entire time had turned her on massively, and she felt in that moment like a stiff breeze could make her cum. As she leaned back against what she thought was the wall, she went still as she realized that it was actually the cupboard door. The door creaked under her weight, and Harry whipped around immediately, leaving Megan to collapse in a heap on the bed.
"Who's there?" he snarled, grabbing his wand and pointing it towards the source of the noise.
Hestia froze, unsure of what to do. Her shoes were silenced, and she knew that she could probably walk out of there easily enough, leaving him to conclude that it was just a creaking door, but she thought that he might think it suspicious if she stumbled across them as Megan wanted her to in a few minutes, given how instantly on edge he became. The younger brunette was no help at all, curled into a ball and looking as dazed as she was.
"It's okay," Hestia said, slowly taking the cloak off. "I'm Hestia."
"Hestia?" Harry asked, his wand still pointed at her. "Megan's sister?"
"Yes," Hestia replied, averting her eyes away from the pair of them. "I forgot that...it was tonight, and when I heard screaming, I threw the cloak over myself and went to investigate. My roommate's an auror, so…"
"Right," Harry said, lowering his wand.
"He...Hestia?" Megan asked, still sounding out of it. "You were supposed to…"
"Scheduling issue, babe," Harry cut her off, which Hestia was pleased by since she was pretty sure Megan was about to say that she was supposed to wait until Harry had already fucked her once.
"Yeah, sorry, Megan," Hestia said sheepishly. "I forgot today was the day. Happy birthday, by the way, Harry."
"Er, thanks," Harry replied. "Um, nice to meet you."
"Back at you," Hestia laughed.
"Hmm, is he as gorgeous as I said, Hes?" Megan asked, sitting up and wrapping an arm around Harry, who tensed.
"Definitely," Hestia replied, looking him up and down. He definitely looked like he worked out often.
"Um, Megan?" Harry asked, cocking an eyebrow at her, confused at her lack of concern over sitting there naked in front of her sister.
"Hestia was really nice, letting us use her flat for the night," Megan said, clearly making things up as she went by now, "even if she did forget which night, and I think she should be rewarded."
"Um, okay?" Harry replied, sounding confused.
"Truth be told, we owe her more than just that anyway, Daddy," Megan said, and Hestia grinned at how he blushed over having an audience when she called him that. "I wouldn't have had half a clue about what I liked in bed if not for an erotic novel of hers that I found and swiped before I left for our second year at Hogwarts."
"What?!" Hestia exclaimed. "Wait, is that where The Babysitter went? Um, I mean..."
"Sorry, Hes," Megan replied sheepishly. "You had pissed me off, and I took the damn thing without even realizing what it was. Needless to say, it was...informative."
Hestia flickered back and forth between being incensed and being mortified. That particular novel had been a favorite of hers, telling the tale of a barely legal girl who started babysitting the kids of a handsome, wealthy widower and slowly falling for him. It went pretty heavy with the daddy kink and had been a big part of what helped her discover that that turned her on. She apparently wasn't the only one.
"Informative?" Harry asked.
"It's the story of a girl who babysits some really hot guy's kids only to discover that she really wants to call him daddy in a very different context," Megan explained, grinning impishly. Turning to Hestia, she said, "Harry might be rather a lot younger, but I'd say he's more like Mister D'Arcy than not."
"Megan!" Harry hissed. "Can we not?"
"Oh, there's no reason to be bashful, Harry," Megan soothed. "Hestia and I have...very similar tastes and interests, let's say."
"From the same source, apparently," Hestia growled. "I would like that book back if you still have it."
"Of course," Megan replied. "I hardly need it when I have the real thing, and speaking of...could you give us a minute?"
"I'll happily go," Hestia said. "Like I said, I just forgot that tonight was the night."
"Um, stick around for a moment," Megan said. "There's something I want to run past you before you go."
"Okay," Hestia replied, managing to keep the smile off her face as Harry just looked confused.
She left the room, closing the door behind her, but cast a listening charm on it as she did so.
"What on Earth was that about?" Harry asked.
"Did you see the way Hestia was looking at you?" Megan asked.
"At me?" Harry asked. "I imagine that she was trying not to look at you, given everything."
"We've seen each other naked before," Megan scoffed. "No, she was definitely checking you out."
"Oh," Harry said. "Really?"
"Mmhmm," Megan replied. "Like I say, we have very similar tastes."
"And you're not mad?" Harry asked, still confused.
"Hardly," Megan chuckled. "In fact, it gave me an idea about how I could make it up to her for being such a little bitch back in the day and give you another present."
"What did you have in mind?" Harry asked, and Hestia chortled. Megan had said that he was pretty clueless with girls.
"As I was thinking of things we could do together for your birthday, that we haven't done before, I realized that the list is pretty short by now," Megan said, and Hestia swore she could hear the shit-eating grin on Harry's face as he agreed. "There was one thing that I thought about, but I didn't know how we could pull it off."
"What?" Harry asked.
"A threesome," Megan replied.
"Wha...what?" Harry stammered.
"Hestia's been single a while; she clearly thinks you're hot, and I imagine that's mutual, considering how much we look alike," Megan replied.
"Are you serious?" Harry asked, sounding like he was actively suppressing his excitement at the idea.
"I wouldn't joke about something like this, Harry," Megan laughed, "and it's not some dumb test either. So how about it? Do you want to fuck my big sister?"
"Yes," Harry breathed.
"Then wait right here," Megan said, standing up and walking towards the door.
Hestia canceled her charm and moved out of sight, grinning at Megan as she opened it.
"Unsurprisingly, he's in," Megan said. "I think we should both be naked when we walk back in there."
Hestia just giggled and spelled all of her clothes off until she was standing there, just as nude as the younger girl. They were very physically similar, both having long dark hair, pale green eyes, full lips, and delicate noses. Bodily, they were also rather similar, though Hestia was a little shorter and her breasts were slightly larger. Megan looked her up and down and bit her lip, imagining how much her boyfriend was going to enjoy this. She extended her hand, and Hestia smirked as she took it. Holding hands, the pair walked back into the room, and Harry's jaw dropped.
"I think you're overdressed, Daddy," Megan purred, staring at the prominent bulge in his pants.
"I can't disagree there," Hestia added.
"Holy shit," Harry breathed. "I'm the luckiest bloke in the world."
"Why don't you show Hestia how lucky I am?" Megan asked, and he chuckled, standing up and making short work of getting his pants off.
"Fuck me!" Hestia gasped as his long, thick cock sprang forth the moment it was freed.
"Give him a minute," Megan giggled.
"You said he was big; you didn't say he was part giant," Hestia said in awe.
"You told her about my cock?" Harry asked.
"Girls talk, Daddy," Megan replied, walking towards him while still holding Hestia's hand. "All my friends know just how lucky I am."
"Fuck, Megan," Harry groaned.
"Merlin's balls, it's actually heavy," Hestia muttered as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, making his breath hitch.
"It looks even better up close," Megan purred, sinking to her knees and giving the bulbous head a warm, wet kiss.
"Oh fuck," Harry groaned, his eyes widening as Hestia took the hint and joined her sister.
"I know we just met, but I think we're going to get along just fine," Hestia said, bringing his cock to her lips.
Harry groaned as she took the head of his cock inside her wet, warm mouth and descended a few inches down the shaft. Megan had become very good at this over the last few months, though as Hestia started bobbing her head up and down, sucking vigorously every time she moved upward, and teasing the underside of his shaft with her sinful little tongue, he realized that Hestia was clearly more experienced. Looking at his girlfriend, he saw her look slightly peeved at how the older brunette was occupying his cock, but before he could say anything, she looked downward and grinned. A moment later, she descended towards his sack and took one of his large balls between her lips.
"Fucking hell, you two," Harry groaned, his eyes nearly crossing as Hestia laughed.
"Hmm, enjoying yourself, stud?" she asked, stroking his cock and spreading her spit evenly over the entire shaft.
"I can't bloody believe this is happening," Harry said.
"Believe it, Harry," Megan purred. "Hes couldn't wait to fuck you when I told her about…"
She trailed off then, realizing what she had said as Harry's eyes narrowed slightly.
"This was planned, then?" he asked, and both women looked at each other for a second.
"I thought it would make a good birthday present," Megan admitted.
"I was supposed to stumble across you and get sucked into the depravity," Hestia added.
"But you started enjoying the show too much," Harry guessed. "You're both such bad girls."
"Will you punish us, Daddy?" Megan asked, her eyes gleaming as Hestia shuddered.
"I think so," Harry grinned. "Hestia, transfigure that table there into a chair."
Hestia looked where he was pointing and quickly did so, wondering where he was going with this.
"Megan, sit there and don't move until I say," Harry commanded, and Megan's eyes widened in horror.
"Da...Daddy?" she asked.
Harry pulled Megan forward by her arse and whispered in her ear, saying, "I'm going to fuck your sister's brains out while you watch, Megan, and I don't want you touching your little pussy once while I do. Am I clear?"
Megan shuddered and nodded, not trusting her voice. Her arousal was already running down her thighs, and she had no idea how she was going to get through this, but she knew that when he finally let her cum, it was going to be fucking explosive. Rushing over to the chair, she sat down and watched with baited breath.
"Say yellow if you want me to slow down, or red if you want me to stop," Harry said, looking Hestia in the eye. "If I hear neither one, I'm going to fuck you until you pass out. Understood"
The sheer confidence in his voice as he spoke was intoxicating, and Hestia felt her core throb needily as she nodded frantically. The next thing she knew, he was kissing her hungrily, and she moaned into his mouth. Merlin's balls, he was good, dominating her completely from the start, just the way that she liked. He walked her over to the bed, and she grunted as she fell back, dragging him with her. His massive cock pressed against her abdomen, and she shuddered at the thought of just how much he was going to stretch her.
"Summon two silk scarves," Harry ordered, handing her her wand.
"Okay," Hestia said, doing as he said.
Once she was done, he placed her wand on her end table and moved her arms above her head. Hestia's eyes widened as she saw him start to tie her wrists to the headboard, and shivered at the look of raw lust in his eyes.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," Harry murmured as he took in the sight of her, bound and helpless.
"You already have me in bed," Hestia smirked.
Harry said nothing and just cupped her breasts, making her gasp. Kneading the sensitive mounds, he drew a loud moan from her lips, which turned into a sharp cry as he swirled his tongue around one of her hard pink nipples. He wrapped his lips around the hard peak and sucked gently, teasingly, and Hestia groaned as she realized what he had in mind. Being teased and denied was a major turn on for her, and while she doubted he actually knew that, she was going to get to enjoy the torture of it anyway.
"Mmm, fuck you two look hot together," Megan sighed.
Harry turned to grin at her and switched to Hestia' other breast. Hestia strained against the silk bindings, finding to her surprise that he tied them remarkably well, as he continued to tease her breasts with his hands, lips, and tongue. The throbbing in her core grew worse and worse over the next few minutes as he continued to worship her breasts, until finally, she couldn't help but beg for more.
"Please, I need more," Hestia whimpered, spreading her legs wide.
"Hmm, do you?" Harry asked teasingly, his eyes alight with mischief.
"Yes," Hestia moaned.
"Did you touch yourself as you watched me make your sister cum so hard she squirted?" Harry asked.
"No," Hestia replied.
"Did you want to?" Harry asked.
"Ye...yes," Hestia admitted.
Harry grinned and pressed his lips against her flat stomach, making her cry out in triumph as he started moving lower. Leaving a trail of hot kisses in his way, he inched his way slowly towards her dripping pussy, his eyes never leaving hers. She needed to cum desperately, more so than she had in years, and as he finally reached her hairless mound, she was shaking.
"Such a needy thing you are," Harry rumbled, his every word going straight to her overheated cunt.
"Yes, I am," Hestia admitted, too turned on by that point to care. "It's been so long since I was fucked well."
"Oh, you're definitely going to be well-fucked by the end of the night," Megan said, earning a look from both of them.
"Hmm, she smells as good as you do," Harry said, and without warning, he gave her slick nether lips a long, slow lick with the flat of his tongue.
"Yes!" Hestia cried, her back arching off of the bed as she felt like the faintest touch against her clit would be enough to send her careening off the edge of ecstasy.
Harry stopped well short of her hard little nub, though, and started pressing featherlight kisses all around her mound instead. With a frustrated shriek, she struggled against the scarves harder, though without success. She needed to cum more than she needed to breathe in that moment and frantically ground her pussy against his face, though it didn't help. Grabbing her hips, he held her down and stuck his tongue as far inside her quivering hole as it could go.
"Mmm, she tastes like you too," Harry moaned, looking back at Megan.
"Please!" Hestia screamed. "Please make me cum. Please!"
Harry grinned and returned his face between her legs, continuing to keep her right on the edge without offering her any relief. Hestia's moans and cries turned to whimpers and pleading that fell on deaf ears. She'd never been teased for this long before and felt like she was going to go insane. His eyes were nearly black with lust, and she knew that this had to be getting to him as well, though clearly not enough. Just as she was about to shout red, he stopped suddenly and kissed her. She returned the kiss eagerly, hoping that he would quickly return his tongue where she wanted it most, when she felt something incredibly thick press against her soaking wet pussy.
"Oh!" Hestia exclaimed, her eyes going wide as saucers as she felt him press against her.
A moment later, he pushed forward, and as the head of his cock popped inside her, her vision went white. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream that she gave voice to a moment later as a geyser of fluid erupted from her quivering cunt.
"Holy fuck," Harry groaned.
The feeling of her writhing in his arms and fluttering around his cock as he slowly buried himself to the hilt inside her was amazing. She was insanely tight and in the throes of orgasm besides, but she was also very, very wet, and her slick inner walls spread for him quickly.
"Fu...fuck...fuck," Hestia panted, sounding completely dazed.
"I said he was good, didn't I?" Megan purred, on the edge of her seat, as she watched them.
"You feel amazing," Harry whispered in her ear, caressing her tenderly as he waited for her to recover from her orgasm.
"Wha...oh Merlin, I'm so full," Hestia moaned as she came back to her senses. "Fuck me, Harry."
Harry grinned ferally down at her and pulled most of his cock from her depths before thrusting back hard. Hestia grunted and pulled against her restraints, wishing that she could wrap her arms around him. He took her legs in his hands, moved them up until her ankles were resting on his shoulders, and picked up his pace in the new position, fucking her hard and fast.
"Ah!" Hestia cried. "Harder, harder!"
Harry grinned down at her and obliged, fucking her with long, deep thrusts as he sought out a spot deep inside her that had never failed to make Megan scream. He had developed some significant stamina over the last few months and knew that he didn't have to worry about cumming too soon anymore. Changing his angle a few times, he carefully searched for the spot he was looking for while avoiding her cervix, having learned the hard way that hitting it wasn't pleasant.
"Gah, fuck!" Hestia cried just as he felt the head of his cock slip inside what felt like a little pocket inside her. "Oh Merlin, right there, right there!"
"So we do all have that thing," Megan murmured. "I wonder what it is."
"Ask Hermione," Harry grunted, reaching down to stroke Hestia's engorged clit as he continued to fuck her hard enough that her breasts were rolling and jiggling across her chest.
"Yes, yes, yes, YES!" Hestia screamed as she came again.
"Holy shit," Harry groaned, pulling out of her as he felt him start to get closer to orgasm than he wanted to be.
Grabbing her legs onto her as she thrashed in pleasure, he held her steady and buried his face between her quivering thighs. With a wicked grin on his face, he spoke parseltongue against her clit and her screams turned into high-pitched shrieks and squeals that echoed through the room. She thrashed and convulsed on the bed like she was being electrocuted as pleasure beyond her wildest dreams coursed through her in wave after wave after endless wave. If she had been capable of thought at that point, she would have realized that it was more than she could handle, but in the state he put her in, all she could do was scream herself hoarse until, finally, she passed out.
"Hmm, she has the same stamina problem you did," Harry murmured, looking over at the painfully aroused Megan, who was practically shaking with need. "Did you touch yourself?"
"No, no, no," Megan replied frantically. "I was good, I swear!"
Harry grinned at her and laid down on his back next to Hestia, allowing his cock, still so hard it was nearly purple and slick with the older woman's fluids, to rest against his well-defined abs.
"Ride me," he said, and Megan practically jumped into bed, moving quickly to straddle him.
"Happy birthday, Harry," Megan said, grinning down at him as she lifted his cock and lined herself up with it. "Oh, fuck yes!"
Harry groaned as she sank down along his shaft in a single, well-practiced motion, enjoying the feeling of her hot, tight cunt around his length more than he could put into words. It was the best birthday he'd ever had by far, and as his girlfriend started to bounce on his cock and he felt Hestia start to stir next to them, he realized that it was far from done.