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Ginny stepped closer to Harry, her flowery scent enveloping him as she pressed her body against his. "Our champion deserves special treatment tonight," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. She placed a hand on his chest, fingers splaying across the fabric of his sweater. "And we've been planning exactly how to reward you."
Harry's pulse quickened as Hermione moved behind him, her hands sliding around his waist. The feeling of being sandwiched between the two girls sent blood rushing straight to his groin.
"First," Hermione murmured, her lips brushing against the nape of his neck, "you need to relax. You've faced a dragon today. Let us take care of everything."
Ginny's fingers found the hem of his sweater and began slowly lifting it. "Arms up," she commanded softly. Harry complied, allowing her to pull the garment over his head, her knuckles grazing his chest as she did so. The fabric rustled softly as it slid against his skin, revealing his Quidditch-toned torso.
"Much better," Ginny purred, tossing the sweater aside and running her hands appreciatively over his chest. "I've been thinking about this all day. Watching you fly around that dragon, all powerful and confident... it was incredibly sexy."
Harry's breath hitched as Hermione's fingers began working on his belt from behind. He could feel her breasts pressed against his back.
"I thought about you too," Hermione admitted, her voice huskier than normal. "Even in the middle of that terrifying task, I couldn't help noticing how commanding you looked." The leather of his belt made a soft sliding sound as she pulled it free from the loops of his trousers. "It's a side of you I find... extremely attractive."
Merlin, this is really happening, Harry thought, his heart hammering as Ginny began unbuttoning his shirt with slowness, each button releasing with a soft pop. Her eyes never left his as her fingers worked their way down, occasionally brushing against his bare skin beneath.
"I—I thought about both of you too," Harry managed, his voice strained as Hermione's hands slid around to unbutton his trousers. "It's what kept me focused."
Ginny smiled wickedly as she pushed his open shirt off his shoulders, letting it slide down his arms where Hermione caught it and tossed it aside. The cool air of the room raised goosebumps on his exposed skin.
"Did you think about this?" Ginny asked, leaning forward to place a kiss on his collarbone, then another lower on his chest. Her lips were warm and soft against his skin, sending jolts of pleasure through him.
Meanwhile, Hermione had lowered his zipper with excruciating slowness, the metallic teeth releasing one by one with a soft rasp that seemed impossibly loud in the quiet room. Harry's trousers now hung loosely on his hips, and he felt Hermione's hands slip inside to caress his thighs through his boxers.
"Or maybe this?" Hermione whispered, her fingers tracing the outline of his hardening cock through the thin cotton material. Harry groaned, his head falling back slightly.
"You girls are going to kill me," he breathed, his voice strained with desire.
Ginny laughed softly, her hands joining Hermione's to push his trousers down his legs. "Death by pleasure doesn't sound so bad, does it?" The fabric pooled around his ankles, and Harry stepped out of them, kicking them aside along with his shoes and socks.
Now standing in just his boxers, Harry felt deliciously vulnerable between the two fully-clothed witches. The contrast was both frustrating and intensely arousing.
"My turn," he said, reaching for Ginny, but she stepped back with a teasing smile.
"Not yet," she said firmly. "Tonight we're in charge. Isn't that right, Hermione?"
"Absolutely," Hermione agreed, stepping out from behind Harry to stand beside Ginny. "Consider it part of your reward—you don't have to do any of the work."
Harry swallowed hard as the two girls exchanged a look that could only be described as predatory. "On the bed," Ginny directed, pointing to the luxurious four-poster they'd conjured.
He complied, moving backward until his legs hit the edge of the mattress, then sitting down. The soft crimson coverlet felt cool against his heated skin.
"Now," Hermione said, reaching for the zipper on the side of her uniform, "you get to watch."
She lowered the zipper, the sound cutting through the silence of the room. Harry's breath caught as the fabric parted, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of pale skin and the edge of a lacy blue bra.
Ginny moved behind Hermione, helping to slide the uniform off her shoulders. The garment fell in a soft whisper of fabric, pooling around Hermione's feet. She stepped out of it, now standing in nothing but a matching set of deep blue lace underwear that contrasted beautifully with her creamy skin.
Fuck, she's gorgeous, Harry thought, drinking in the sight of her. Her waist curved inward before flaring to shapely hips. Not the first time he had seen her naked, but still, her body made him want to take her right now.
"Your turn," Hermione said to Ginny, who nodded and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Button by button, Ginny revealed her freckled skin. Unlike Hermione's methodical disrobing, Ginny made a show of it, swaying slightly as she worked each button free. When the last one came undone, she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders with a flourish, revealing an emerald green bra that made her pale skin glow and matched Harry's eyes perfectly.
"Do you like it?" she asked, noticing Harry's fixed stare. "I bought it thinking of you."
"It's perfect," Harry managed, his voice rough with desire. His erection strained painfully against his boxers as Ginny's hands moved to the waistband of her skirt. With a flick of her wrist, she unfastened it and let it drop, revealing matching green panties that rode high on her hips, showcasing her athletic legs.
The two girls stood side by side, a study in contrasts—Hermione with her wild curls and soft curves, Ginny with her sleek red hair and toned, athletic frame.
"Now," Hermione said, moving toward the bed with Ginny following close behind, "let's properly celebrate our champion."
Harry's heart pounded as they approached, one on either side of the bed. Hermione reached for the waistband of his boxers, her fingers hooking beneath the elastic. "These need to go," she declared, tugging gently.
Harry lifted his hips, allowing her to slide the last piece of his clothing down his legs. His cock sprang free, standing at its full nine inches, thick and throbbing with need.
"Merlin," Ginny breathed, her eyes widening at the sight. "I didn't get a proper look last time." She reached out, her small hand wrapping around his shaft, causing Harry to groan at the contact. "It's even bigger than I remembered."
Hermione climbed onto the bed beside him, her hand joining Ginny's. "It really is impressive," she agreed, her academic tone belied by the hungry look in her eyes. "Though I've had more... intimate experience with it."
Harry's head fell back as both girls began stroking him, their hands moving in tandem along his length. The dual sensation was almost overwhelming.
"I think I should catch up," Ginny said suddenly, removing her hand. Before Harry could protest the loss, she had moved between his legs, kneeling on the floor beside the bed. "I've been thinking about doing this again ever since that first night."
Without further warning, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. The wet heat engulfing his cock drew a strangled moan from Harry's throat. Ginny's technique had improved since their first encounter—she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before she slid down, taking nearly half his length.
"That's it," Hermione encouraged, watching with fascination. "He likes it when you use your tongue on the underside—just there."
Ginny followed the instruction, and Harry bucked involuntarily, his hand tangling in her fiery hair. "Fuck, Ginny," he gasped.
Hermione smiled, clearly enjoying her role as instructor. She leaned down to kiss Harry deeply, swallowing his moans as Ginny continued her ministrations below. The contrast between Hermione's soft lips on his and Ginny's wet heat around his cock was mind-blowing.
When Hermione finally broke the kiss, she whispered against his lips, "I want to show her something." She moved away slightly, addressing Ginny. "Let me demonstrate a technique."
Ginny released him with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. "Please do," she said, scooting aside to make room for Hermione.
Hermione took her place between Harry's legs, her bushy hair tickling his thighs as she leaned forward. She met his eyes with a mischievous look before taking him into her mouth. Unlike Ginny's enthusiastic approach, Hermione was methodical, starting with just the tip, her tongue teasing the sensitive ridge beneath the head before slowly, torturously taking more of him.
"Bloody hell," Harry groaned, his hands fisting in the bedcovers as Hermione worked her way down his shaft, taking him deeper than seemed possible. When she had nearly two-thirds of his length in her mouth, she began a slow, steady rhythm, her hand working what wouldn't fit.
Ginny watched, mesmerized. "How do you take so much?" she asked, impressed.
Hermione released him long enough to explain. "Relaxed throat and controlled breathing," she said matter-of-factly, as though describing a particularly challenging spell. "Also, angle is important." She demonstrated again, taking Harry deep enough that he felt the back of her throat.
"Hermione, fuck," he panted, feeling his control slipping. "I'm going to—"
She pulled back immediately, wrapping her hand firmly around the base of his cock. "Not yet," she said firmly. "We've only just started."
Harry took several deep breaths, trying to regain his composure. The sight of both girls kneeling between his legs, their lips wet and eyes dark with desire, wasn't helping his self-control.
"My turn again," Ginny announced, moving back into position. This time, she attempted to copy Hermione's technique, taking him deeper than before. The sight of her red hair bobbing as she worked his length was almost his undoing.
"That's it," Hermione encouraged, running her hand through Ginny's silky locks. "You're a natural."
The praise seemed to spur Ginny on. She redoubled her efforts, one hand cupping his balls gently as she took him as deep as she could manage. Harry's hips began to move involuntarily, matching her rhythm.
"Girls," he warned again, feeling the familiar tightening. "I can't hold back much longer."
This time, Ginny didn't stop. Instead, she increased her pace, her eyes looking up to meet his as she took him deep.
"Let her," Hermione whispered, moving to lie beside him, her hand caressing his chest. "She wants to taste you."
That was all it took. With a strangled cry, Harry came, his release flooding Ginny's mouth. She swallowed eagerly, continuing to work him through his orgasm until the sensitivity became too much, and he gently guided her away.
"Bloody brilliant," he panted, trying to catch his breath. Ginny looked immensely pleased with herself as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"One down," Hermione said with a smile, "but I know you have more to give." She reached down, stroking him softly, keeping him semi-hard in the aftermath of his climax.
"Give me a minute," Harry laughed weakly, though his body was already responding to her touch.
"While you recover," Ginny said, climbing onto the bed to join them, "perhaps Hermione and I can entertain you in other ways."
Before Harry could ask what she meant, Ginny had turned to Hermione, cupping her face in her hands and kissing her deeply. Harry's eyes widened as he watched the two girls' tongues dance together, their bodies pressing close.
Holy shit, he thought, his cock already hardening again at the unexpected sight.
Hermione moaned into the kiss, her hands finding the clasp of Ginny's bra and expertly unhooking it. The green fabric fell away, revealing Ginny's smaller but perfectly formed breasts, each tipped with a rosy pink nipple that hardened under Hermione's attentive fingers.
"Have you two done this before?" Harry asked, his voice hoarse with renewed desire.
The girls broke their kiss, exchanging a conspiratorial smile. "We may have practiced a bit," Hermione admitted, her cheeks flushed. "While waiting for you."
"We wanted to be prepared," Ginny added, reaching behind Hermione to unclasap her bra in turn. The blue lace joined Ginny's green on the floor, and Harry drank in the sight of Hermione's breasts.
"You're both so beautiful," Harry said honestly, sitting up to better appreciate the view.
Hermione blushed at the compliment, but Ginny preened. "Show him how beautiful," Ginny suggested to Hermione, guiding her to lie back on the bed.
Hermione complied, stretching out beside Harry as Ginny moved between her legs. With a wicked grin, Ginny hooked her fingers into the waistband of Hermione's blue panties and slowly, torturously, dragged them down her legs.
Harry's breath caught as Hermione was revealed to him—the neatly trimmed curls at the apex of her thighs, the glistening pink folds already wet with arousal. He'd seen her naked before, touched her, tasted her, but the sight still took his breath away.
Ginny tossed the panties aside and positioned herself between Hermione's thighs, looking up at Harry with a mischievous smile. "Watch and learn," she teased, before lowering her head.
Hermione gasped as Ginny's tongue made contact with her center, her back arching off the bed. "Oh!" she cried, her hands immediately tangling in Ginny's red hair.
Harry watched, mesmerized, as Ginny worked Hermione with her tongue, lapping at her folds before focusing on the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top. Hermione writhed beneath her, uninhibited sounds of pleasure escaping her lips.
"How does she taste?" Harry asked, his cock now fully hard again as he watched.
Ginny looked up, her chin glistening with Hermione's arousal. "Sweet," she replied with a grin. "Want to find out for yourself?"
Harry didn't need to be asked twice. He moved down the bed, positioning himself beside Ginny. She shifted slightly, making room for him between Hermione's legs. Together, they took turns pleasuring her—Ginny focusing on Hermione's clit while Harry's tongue delved deeper, tasting her essence.
"Oh god," Hermione moaned, her hips bucking against their combined efforts. "That's—that's incredible."
Harry felt a hand on his cock and realized Ginny was stroking him as they worked together. The dual sensation of pleasuring Hermione while being touched himself was intoxicating.
"I need—" Hermione gasped, her thighs beginning to tremble. "Please, I need—"
"What do you need, Hermione?" Harry asked, lifting his head slightly. "Tell us."
"I need you inside me," she managed, her eyes dark with desire. "Now."
Harry didn't hesitate. He moved up her body, positioning himself at her entrance. Ginny guided his cock, rubbing the head through Hermione's slick folds before he pushed forward, sinking into her tight heat inch by inch.
"Fuck," he groaned as he bottomed out, fully sheathed within her. "You feel amazing."
Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Move," she commanded, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Harry began thrusting, slowly at first, then with increasing speed as Hermione met each movement with her own. He felt the bed dip as Ginny positioned herself beside them, her hand moving between her own legs as she watched.
"No," Hermione said suddenly, noticing Ginny's actions. "Come here." She patted the bed beside her head, gesturing for Ginny to move up.
Understanding dawned on Ginny's face. She quickly removed her own panties and moved to straddle Hermione's face, facing Harry. As Hermione's tongue found her center, Ginny moaned, her back arching.
The sight of Ginny riding Hermione's face while he thrust into her was almost too much for Harry. He leaned forward, capturing one of Ginny's nipples in his mouth, sucking and licking as his hips maintained their rhythm.
The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure—skin against skin, wet heat, moans and gasps. Harry felt Hermione tightening around him, her orgasm approaching.
"That's it," he encouraged, increasing his pace. "Come for me, Hermione."
Her response was muffled by Ginny, but her body spoke volumes. She shuddered beneath him, her inner walls clamping down on his cock as she came. The rhythmic pulsing nearly triggered his own release, but Harry gritted his teeth, determined to last longer.
As Hermione's orgasm subsided, Ginny climbed off her face, her own need still evident. "My turn," she declared, her voice husky with desire.
Harry carefully withdrew from Hermione, who lay boneless and satisfied on the bed. "How do you want me?" he asked Ginny.
Her answer was to push him onto his back and straddle him, positioning his still-slick cock at her entrance. "Like this," she said, sinking down onto him with a gasp. "Oh, Merlin!"
Harry groaned as Ginny took him to the hilt, her tight heat enveloping him completely. She was smaller than Hermione, and he could feel every inch of her gripping him like a vice.
"You're so big," she panted, adjusting to his size. "It feels... incredible."
Slowly, she began to move, rising up until just the tip remained inside before sinking back down. Her pace quickened as she grew more comfortable, her small breasts bouncing with each movement.
Hermione, recovered enough to participate again, moved behind Ginny, her hands reaching around to cup those bouncing breasts. Ginny leaned back against her, turning her head for a deep kiss as she continued riding Harry.
The sight of the two girls kissing while Ginny impaled herself on his cock was the most erotic thing Harry had ever witnessed. He thrust upward, meeting Ginny's downward movements, driving himself deeper.
"Yes!" Ginny cried, breaking her kiss with Hermione. "Just like that!"
One of Hermione's hands slid down Ginny's body to where she and Harry were joined, her fingers finding Ginny's clit and circling it in time with their thrusts.
"Fuck, that's hot," Harry groaned, watching Hermione pleasure Ginny while he filled her.
Ginny's movements became more erratic as her pleasure built. "I'm close," she gasped, her inner walls fluttering around him. "So close!"
"Come for us," Hermione whispered in her ear, increasing the pressure on her clit. "Let go, Ginny."
With a keening cry, Ginny shattered, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her. Her inner muscles clamped down rhythmically on Harry's cock, triggering his own release. He gripped her hips, holding her firmly as he emptied himself deep inside her.
"Bloody hell," he panted as the aftershocks subsided. Ginny collapsed against his chest, her body slick with sweat, while Hermione curled up beside them, her hand lazily tracing patterns on Harry's arm.
For several minutes, they lay together in contented silence, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Harry felt an overwhelming sense of peace, surrounded by the two witches who had stood by him when everyone else had turned away.
"That was..." he finally managed, searching for adequate words.
"Brilliant," Ginny supplied, lifting her head to smile down at him.
"Educational," Hermione added with a mischievous grin.
"Worth facing a dragon for," Harry concluded, earning laughter from both girls.
Ginny carefully lifted herself off him, wincing slightly as his softening cock slipped free. She settled on his other side, her head finding a comfortable spot on his shoulder.
"So," she said after another moment of contented silence, "about those shadow powers..."
Harry groaned, but there was no real annoyance behind it. "Can't a bloke rest after satisfying two witches?"
"Mmm, I suppose explanations can wait until morning," Hermione conceded, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest.
"Besides," Ginny added with a playful smile, "I'm hoping for a repeat performance before we have to sneak back to our dormitories."
"You two really are trying to kill me," Harry laughed, but he could already feel desire stirring again as Hermione's hand wandered lower, her touch feather-light against his sensitive skin.
"Consider it additional motivation for surviving the tournament," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "There's so much more we want to explore together."
As her hand wrapped around his hardening length and Ginny's lips found his in a heated kiss, Harry decided that perhaps facing dragons wasn't the most challenging—or rewarding—part of the Triwizard Tournament after all.
The night was still young, and their celebration had only just begun.
Fleur Delacour
The Beauxbatons carriage had fallen silent, with only the occasional creak of enchanted wooden wheels responding to the November wind. Fleur Delacour found herself in a dimly lit room she didn't recognize. Candles floated overhead, casting golden light across crimson bedsheets where she knelt, completely naked, her body moving rhythmically as she rode a familiar figure beneath her.
"Potter?" Fleur gasped, confused yet unable to stop the motion of her hips.
The boy—no, the young man—beneath her grinned up with surprising confidence. His emerald eyes glowed with an intensity she'd never noticed before, his hands gripping her thighs possessively.
"Surprised, Delacour?" Harry's voice was deeper, more commanding than she remembered. "Still think I'm just a little boy?"
Fleur tried to summon indignation, but it dissolved into pleasure as he thrust upward, filling her completely with his unexpectedly substantial cock. Her large breasts bounced freely with each movement, drawing his hungry gaze.
"Non," she heard herself moan, her accent thickening with desire. "Definitely not leetle anymore."
What is 'appening? This is 'Arry Potter—the fourth champion—the boy I dismissed.
Yet she continued riding him with increasing abandon, her hands braced against his surprisingly muscular chest as she took him deeper.
"You feel so fucking good," Harry growled, his hands moving up to cup her large breasts. "Better than you imagined when you were watching me fly around that dragon?"
"I was not watching you," Fleur protested weakly, even as she arched into his touch. "I was... studying ze competition."
Harry laughed, a knowing sound that sent shivers through her. "Is that what you call it? Your eyes never left me. I saw you."
His thumbs brushed across her hardened nipples, causing her to gasp and tighten around him. Harry's eyes darkened with lust.
"Your body doesn't lie like your mouth does," he said, pushing himself up to a sitting position while she remained impaled on his cock. The change in angle made her cry out as he hit a spot deep inside her.
"You wanted this," he whispered against her throat, his breath hot on her skin. "Admit it."
"Non," she insisted, even as her hips betrayed her, grinding against him frantically. "You are just a boy—"
"A boy who tied for first place," he reminded her, suddenly flipping their positions so she was beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist as he loomed over her. "A boy who's making you scream."
As if to prove his point, he withdrew almost completely before slamming back into her, causing her to cry out in French.
"Merde! Do zat again," she begged, her pride forgotten.
He complied, establishing a rhythm that had her large breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust. His eyes feasted on the sight, and Fleur felt herself preening under his attention.
"You like watching them, non?" she purred, cupping them and offering them to him. "They are magnificent, oui?"
"Fucking perfect," Harry groaned, lowering his head to capture one rosy nipple between his lips. The wet heat of his mouth sent electric pulses straight to her core.
Fleur tangled her fingers in his unruly black hair, holding him against her breast as he sucked and licked. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak before he moved to give the other breast equal attention.
"Who's the little boy now?" he mumbled against her skin, his words vibrating through her flesh.
"Not you," she admitted, breathless as his pace increased. "You are... formidable."
Harry's mouth returned to hers, kissing her deeply as his hips continued their relentless rhythm. "Tell me what you want, Fleur," he demanded against her lips.
"Plus fort," she gasped. "Harder. Make me come."
"That's it," he encouraged, complying with her request, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Show me how a champion comes."
His hand slipped between their bodies, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center. The dual stimulation was overwhelming.
"Look at me," Harry commanded, and Fleur found herself obeying, her blue eyes locking with his green ones. "I want to see your face when you come on my cock."
The crude words, so at odds with the boy she thought she knew, pushed her closer to the edge. Her breath came in short gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"That's it," he urged, his voice ragged. "Let go, good girl. Come for me."
Her body obeyed, pleasure crashing through her in waves as she cried out his name, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him. Through the haze of her orgasm, she heard him groan as he followed her over the edge, his release hot inside her.
"Magnifique," Harry murmured, brushing sweat-dampened hair from her face with surprising tenderness. "Still think I just got lucky with the dragon?"
Before Fleur could answer, reality intruded. She woke with a start, her body flushed and trembling with the aftereffects of a very real orgasm. The sheets were tangled around her legs, and her nightgown clung to her sweat-dampened skin.
"Mon Dieu," she whispered into the darkness, pressing her thighs together against the lingering ache of arousal. "What ze 'ell was that?"
Fleur sat up, disoriented and disturbed. Her hand moved unconsciously to her large breast, which still seemed to tingle from dream-Harry's attentions.
"It was just a dream," she told herself firmly, reaching for her wand to cast a quick cleaning charm on her bedding. "A ridiculous, inappropriate dream."
But as she settled back against her pillows, the details remained vivid in her mind. Potter's confident smile, his surprisingly skilled touch, the way he'd made her body respond...
"This is absurd," she muttered, punching her pillow into a more comfortable shape. "He is a child. A lucky child who somehow tied with Krum."
Yet she couldn't dismiss the memory of his actual performance against the dragon. The way he'd flown with such control, the mysterious shadow mist he'd created, his sudden appearance at the golden egg...
"Perhaps not entirely luck," she conceded reluctantly to the empty room.
Still, why would her subconscious conjure such an explicit scenario with Potter of all people? She had never looked at him twice. She had Beauxbatons boys and even some from Durmstrang pursuing her, many older and more accomplished than Potter.
"It is ze stress of ze tournament," she decided, trying to rationalize the dream. "And perhaps... a little curiosity about 'is shadow magic."
That had to be it. Her Veela heritage made her sensitive to unusual magic, and Potter's performance had triggered something primal in her magical core. The sexual element was simply her mind's way of processing that connection.
"It means nothing," she whispered, even as she recalled how real it had felt to have him inside her, his hands on her body, his mouth on her breasts.
Fleur turned onto her side, determined to forget the dream and get back to sleep. She had training in the morning, and the golden egg to decipher. Potter was competition, nothing more.
Yet as she drifted back toward sleep, a treacherous thought surfaced: I wonder if he really is that big...
"Tais-toi," she scolded herself, burying her face in her pillow to hide her blush from no one. "Stupid dream. Stupid Potter."
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