NOTE: This is a smutty comedy
Chapter 1:
Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, now known as The-Boy-Who-Won, walked hesitantly toward the open doors of the Hospital Wing. He had defeated Voldemort for good only three weeks ago, but he would almost rather face him again than deal with his current problem.
It was his victory over Voldemort that lay at the root of his discomfort. When Harry had struck down the Dark Lord on the Hogwarts lawn, a rush of raw power had flowed from Voldemort to him. He hadn't understood it, but he knew it made him feel incredibly powerful and alive.
At first he had welcomed the new sensation. He felt practically invincible, and he no longer had the weight of the prophecy hanging from his neck. The entire wizarding world celebrated his victory, and Harry celebrated along with them.
It took only a few days for him to realize that his new power came with a price.
It began with a crushing weight in his chest that made it hard for him to breathe. He felt relief only when he expended great amounts of magical energy in the Room of Requirement. Yet he never approached magical exhaustion no matter what he tried.
It continued, however, with a much more embarrassing condition: Harry now had a nearly constant erection.
As a red-blooded 17-year-old male, he was no stranger to being easily aroused. But this was different. He was now almost painfully erect at all times, and felt the need to 'relieve' himself up to 10 times per day. The relief lasted only for a half-hour or so, and then his erection would return, crying out for his attention. Even someone as sexually inexperienced as Harry knew this wasn't normal.
So now he was approaching the one person he knew wouldn't laugh at his predicament. Madam Pomfrey. He had considered approaching Hermione, but this problem was a little too personal in nature.
Likewise, he couldn't see himself approaching Dumbledore about this situation. The aged Headmaster had trained him personally for the last two years, and was an expert on all things magical, but there was no way he was going to talk to the old man about his penis.
Knocking loudly on the open doorway to the hospital wing, Harry girded himself for the humiliating conversation to come.
"Er, Madam Pomfrey?"
"Come in, Mr. Potter," said the matronly nurse after she bustled out of her office. "What can I do for you? Don't tell me you've managed to injure yourself again already!"
"Not exactly," Harry muttered, his face heating up. "You see, I…well, it's kind of embarrassing."
"Well, I've seen and heard it all, young man. I assure you that this will stay between us. What is the matter?"
He spent the next five minutes explaining to Madam Pomfrey the nature of his new condition. By the time he finished, she was staring openly at his crotch.
"I see. You say that you feel relief from the pressure after you expend a lot of your magic? And you feel a similar relief after you masturbate?"
He nodded, his face beet red.
"Alright, Mr. Potter, I need to evaluate your condition. Please remove all of your clothing."
Harry nearly choked at her command, but she held up her hand imperiously. "None of that, now. They all look alike to me. I need you to disrobe."
He reluctantly removed every last stitch of clothing, even his shirt. Pomfrey began by moving her wand in small circles over his chest, muttering as she went.
He nearly yelped when her wand dropped near his erect penis. She leaned in to examine it, and he wondered if it was possible to die from embarrassment. She moved her wand slowly around his entire length, stopping for a moment to poke at each testicle. He relaxed slightly when she finally stepped back.
"Hmmm…your heart rate and blood pressure are elevated, but your genitals appear perfectly normal. I'm not sure what's happening. You may put your clothes back on, Mr. Potter. Please have a seat; I need to fetch something."
Harry was never more relieved to follow her instructions.
When she returned from her office, she carried with her a red jewel the size of a tennis ball. He looked at it curiously.
"This is a special diagnostic tool. It's used to measure magical potential in both objects and people. It will basically tell me how strong your magical core is. Please hold it for me."
He did so, and the stone glowed an even deeper red. Pomfrey waved her wand over his hand, and her mouth fell open in shock.
"Merciful Merlin," she gasped.
"What is it?" Harry asked, his sense of impending doom kicking into high gear.
"Your magical core…it…it registers over 9000!"
"Over 9000!?" he asked incredulously, then reflected for a moment. "Er, is that a lot?"
"I should say so, Mr. Potter," she replied, shaking her head. "The average witch or wizard would register about 1000, and the Headmaster would probably exceed 3000. 9000 is simply unheard of. And dangerous," she added as an afterthought.
He swallowed heavily, wondering what new horror he would have to deal with now that Voldemort was gone. He couldn't seem to catch a break.
"Well, this clearly has something to do with your battle with the Dark Lord, but I've never seen anything like it. I will need to confer with St. Mungo's over this."
When he started to object, she cut him off. "I'm sorry, but your life is likely in danger. It is my duty as your healer to find out what is happening. I have my suspicions, but I need to consult with experts."
He sighed and reluctantly gave his permission for her to seek answers elsewhere.
"One last thing. I'm going to need a sample," she said, picking up a small empty vial from a cabinet on the wall.
"A sample?"
"Of your sperm."
Harry groaned and closed his eyes, wondering just how much worse his day was going to get.
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Two hours later, he sat on his usual bed in the hospital wing as Pomfrey explained what she had discovered.
"I'm afraid the news is not encouraging. It is imperative that we find a way to drain your magical core as soon as possible. Everyone agrees that your magic is literally leaking out of you, and sooner or later it will kill you. Your body simply cannot tolerate so much power."
Harry's stomach sank as she spoke. He had expected the diagnosis to be unpleasant, but not life-threatening. To have endured so much training and battle, only to die of possessing too much magic…it was absurd.
"What do we do now?" he asked weakly.
"The experts at St. Mungo's agree that there is no conventional treatment for your condition. It is simply unheard of, I'm afraid. One healer recommended that we place a block on your magic, but I believe that would either kill you or turn you into a squib."
He sighed, trying to contain his rising panic. The answers were never simple when he was involved. "Surely there's something we can do."
"Well…an old Indian healer who consults at St. Mungo's knows of a ritual. It is—unorthodox, shall we say—but it may be the only thing that can save your life."
"Whatever it is, I'll do it," Harry said hurriedly. "What kind of ritual is it?"
"It's a power sharing ritual that was once used frequently in India. It has fallen into disuse over the years, and to my knowledge it has never been used in Britain."
"Well?" he asked when she hesitated.
"It's a sex-based ritual, Mr. Potter," she said quietly. "It was designed for use between husbands and wives. It allows you to give a portion of your magic to another person. There are some strict conditions, however."
Harry's mouth dropped open at her words, and it took him a few moments to gather his wits. "Sex-based? What conditions?" he choked out.
"There must be a state of mutual affection between you and your, er, partner. It will not work with strangers or mere acquaintances with whom you are friendly."
"Is that all?" he asked, dreading the answer.
"No. I'm afraid that you will likely need to perform this ritual multiple times. The trouble is that it is dangerous to perform the ritual more than once per partner, and—well, given how much magic you need to lose, it may require several partners."
"Oh my God," he said miserably, his head falling into his hands. "This will never work. I'm going to die."
"Now, now, Mr. Potter, I'll hear none of that. This is likely the only treatment available to you, so be thankful that it exists. I'm sure there are plenty of young ladies willing to help you out. I suggest you speak to Miss Granger about this immediately. She will be able to help you create a list of potential partners."
He snorted. "You're joking."
"I'm afraid not. I don't know enough about your personal life to help. I will arrange for the ritual to take place, but you must locate willing witches on your own. Remember, it is imperative that the affection be mutual. That means you must already know the girl or woman and feel nothing but good will towards her."
Harry swallowed heavily again. He wasn't friendly with very many girls. Romance had been the last thing on his mind as he trained to face Voldemort.
"You said it was used by husbands and wives. That doesn't mean I'll be marrying the witches, does it?"
"No, but since the witches will be gaining so much of your magic, they are likely to feel a certain fondness for you the rest of their lives."
He resisted the urge to swear. How was he going to be able to find girls willing to go through with this? He was quickly developing a headache to match the pressure in his groin. His erection was straining once again against his underwear, unsatisfied with the release it had experienced earlier in the afternoon.
"How long do I have?"
"It is best for the process to begin as soon as possible. I will give you a deadline of, say, 48 hours, and then we can commence with the ritual."
"48 hours," he muttered. "Madam Pomfrey, I can't do this. I don't know anything about girls. I've barely spoken to half the girls in my year. I don't…I'm a virgin, for Merlin's sake!"
The healer shrugged. "Well, I daresay you won't be soon enough. Your partners need not be virgins themselves, and they may be of any age or power level. But you must find them soon, Mr. Potter. Time is of the essence."
He rubbed his eyes. "This could only happen to me. How many?"
"Pardon?"
"How many girls? You said I needed multiple partners."
She thought for a moment. "I recommend at least four to start, and then we can analyze your core once again."
"Fuck me," Harry muttered, and Pomfrey arched an eyebrow at him.
"It may come to that, Mr. Potter, if you don't act quickly. Now go find Miss Granger. I'm afraid I must speak to the Headmaster about this."
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A half-hour later, Harry sat alone in the Gryffindor common room, trying to think of what to say to Hermione. He had been living at Hogwarts since the final battle—there was no way he would be returning to the Dursleys—and a handful of other students had remained at the castle as well.
He had just asked Dobby to summon Hermione from the library, and he expected her any minute now. His heart was hammering in his chest, and he began to sweat as his nerves combined with his surging magic. He was comfortable on a battlefield, but the past two years of training had done little for his social skills.
He closed his eyes as Hermione opened the door to the common room and came inside. It was now or never.
"You wanted to see me, Harry?" she asked curiously. Then she noticed the state of her best friend. "Merlin, what's wrong? You look terrible!"
Hermione had grown into her looks in the past two years, and though no one would call her a great beauty, she did occasionally get a surreptitious glance. She sat down next to Harry on the couch, almost in his lap, and her closeness did nothing to ease the strain of his erection.
"I…I don't really know where to begin," he murmured, looking at his shoelaces.
"How about at the beginning?" grinned Hermione, trying to lighten his grim mood.
He blew out a large breath. "Right, then. Here goes…"
For the next few minutes, Harry explained his increased power and recent symptoms to her, blushing madly all the while. He then recounted most of what Madam Pomfrey had told him, apologizing at the end for getting her involved in yet another of his insane problems.
When he finished, Hermione started chuckling, then couldn't restrain herself from laughing outright. He blushed even harder at her response.
"Oh, Harry," she cried, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes, "this could only happen to you. I'd say you were pranking me if I didn't know you were a terrible actor."
"Well, thanks, I suppose," he said indignantly.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh, really. This is serious, and you know that I'll help you however I can. You just sit tight for a few minutes. I want to speak to Madam Pomfrey."
He nodded glumly and watched her back as she retreated to the door. It didn't escape his notice that she was still shaking with suppressed laughter.
When she returned a half-hour later, Hermione was carrying a thick book and had a more serious expression on her face.
"Right. Sorry about laughing earlier. You didn't tell me you could die from this in a matter of days."
"Must have slipped my mind," he muttered darkly.
"Hmph," she responded, seating herself next to him again. She opened the book and spread it on her lap. "I spoke to Madam Pomfrey, and she retrieved a book on the ritual for me. We need to make a list of potential girls right away."
"I know. I just…I can't believe this is real."
"Like I said, Harry, only you," Hermione replied, shaking her head and looking at the book. "It says the ritual is rooted in affection. That doesn't require love, but it does mean that you have to like the girl who, er, partners with you. She has to like you as well. It helps if you're sexually attracted to the other person, but it's not required. We need to be as thorough as possible. You start naming names, and I'll help you think them through. Age doesn't matter, but we should probably say no lower than 16."
She set aside the book and grabbed a quill and some parchment, while Harry rubbed his forehead in thought. He furtively adjusted the uncomfortable erection in his pants, but Hermione caught the movement.
"Is it, er, bothering you right now?"
He glared at her in response.
"Right," she said, the color rising in her cheeks. "The list, then?"
Harry sighed. "Well, at least we know not to include Ginny."
She snorted softly. "Yes, that's quite an easy call."
Ginny Weasley was notorious for having attempted to beguile Harry's affections with a love potion during his sixth year. She had been found out and almost universally ostracized afterwards. Ron had defended her actions to Hermione, and that potential relationship had died a sudden death as well.
Harry sat in silence for the next minute or so, lost in thought.
When he didn't immediately suggest any names, Hermione scolded him. "This is important, Harry. I can't help you if you don't give me something to work with."
She too was on edge because it was clear that her name belonged at the top of the list. They had been best friends for seven years, and there was no one closer to him.
"This is not exactly easy, Hermione," he retorted. "I'm supposed to make a list of all my friends and then ask them if they want to shag? Bloody hell," he moaned, his face finding its way into his palms again.
"I'm sorry," she said gently. "I know this is unpleasant for you. Other guys would do anything for something like this to happen to them, but you're trying to be noble, just as I should expect by now."
When he didn't respond, she continued. "We both know I'm going to be on the list, so I may as well be at the top. Now start naming names."
Harry looked up at her. "You would do this for me?"
She rolled her eyes. "Of course I would, you prat. It's not exactly how I imagined my first time to be, but I could do worse than sharing it with my best friend. Now come on, start talking."
He sighed and leaned back, grimacing again at the tightness in his crotch. "All right. What about…"
An hour later they had exhausted all possibilities, eliminating those girls who would never participate in such a thing or were already in serious relationships. The list of potential lovers for Harry consisted of only five girls:
Hermione Granger
Luna Lovegood
Nymphadora Tonks
Parvati Patil
Fleur Delacour
Hermione and Luna were obvious choices, as they were now his closest friends, along with Neville. Tonks had been his trainer during sixth year, and the two enjoyed an easy camaraderie with one another. Given how much she liked to tease Harry, Hermione had no doubt that she would participate.
The other choices were trickier. Harry had eventually made up with Parvati after their Yule Ball disaster, and the beautiful Indian girl had become friendly with him and his group over the past two years. She often flirted with him, but she flirted with lots of people. Harry was fond of her, but he was uncertain whether she liked him well enough to participate in the ritual.
Hermione had bristled slightly at the choice of Fleur Delacour, whom she did not like, but Harry had insisted that she belonged on the list. The stunningly beautiful quarter-veela had fought with the Order during the war, spending most of the previous year at Hogwarts. She had dated Bill Weasley for a time, but had broken it off with him after she discovered what his sister had attempted to do to Harry. Fleur had always treated him kindly, insisting that she owed him greatly for rescuing Gabrielle during the Tri-Wizard tournament.
They had eliminated quite a few of Harry's present and former classmates from the list of potentials. He was cordial with Susan Bones, but she had been dating Neville for several months. He was likewise on good terms with his former quidditch teammates—Angelina, Alicia, and Katie—but he hadn't seen any of the girls in over a year. He didn't think they met the condition of 'mutual affection.'
If the girls on the final list didn't want to participate, he wasn't sure what he would do.
"Okay, Harry," said Hermione, eyeing the list, "I think this is the best we can do. You need to write some letters right away, and see if the girls will come for a meeting at Hogwarts tomorrow. It's probably best not to say too much in the letter. I can help you write it if you want."
He nodded, then grimaced. "That's fine. Let's do it a little later. I need to, er, take care of something first."
"Oh," she said, catching on after a moment's confusion.
She cleared her throat. "You need to, er, relieve yourself first, I suppose. Is it really that bad?"
He sighed and closed his eyes. He simply couldn't believe he was talking to Hermione about his erection. "Yeah, it's pretty bad. It won't take long, and then we can write the letters."
He stood and made it halfway across the room before she hesitantly spoke his name.
"Erm, Harry?"
"Yeah?"
There was a few seconds of silence, and he turned to look at her. She was staring at the floor between them.
"Can I watch?" she asked uncertainly.
Harry's heart suddenly threatened to beat out of his chest. "Say what?"
"I mean…I know it's a very, er, personal thing…I just thought that…well, I don't really have any experience with this…and it might be, you know, educational. I'll be seeing all of you later, and it might make things less awkward and…"
He held up a hand to stop Hermione's rambling. "Are you bloody serious?"
"Well….yes."
He shook his head, hardly able to believe his ears. "You want to come upstairs and watch me toss one off. That is what you're saying."
"I…I…." she stuttered, her face reddening. "I just thought, since we would have to do more later, that you wouldn't mind if I observed how everything works. I've never seen a boy naked, Harry, except in a book, and I thought that…"
"Sweet fucking Merlin," he interrupted her again. "I can't believe this is happening to me."
He looked at her for a few seconds and then shrugged. "Come on then."
He turned and made his way slowly up the stairs, while Hermione remained rooted to the spot. When his words finally sank in, she hurried to follow him.
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"You're sure about this?" Harry asked, sitting on the edge of his bed.
She nodded meekly and tucked a bushy strand of hair behind her ear.
Snorting again in disbelief, he stood and slowly disrobed. When he was down to nothing but his boxers, he looked at her again.
"Last chance to bail out."
"No; go ahead," she said breathlessly, her eyes never leaving the huge bulge in Harry's boxers.
He pulled the boxers off quickly and kicked them onto his bed. They landed next to Hermione. She didn't notice.
Her eyes were locked on his fully-erect cock, pointing upwards and bouncing slightly as he moved. He spread his hands outwards in a gesture of surrender.
"That's all of me."
"Wow," she whispered. "That's…wow."
He crossed his arms over his chest and smiled smugly at her. "Hermione Granger at a loss for words. Now I've seen everything."
Her next words wiped the smile off his face.
"Is that as big as it gets?"
"Er, yeah…I mean…I know it's not that big, but…"
"That's not what I meant, Harry," she huffed, coming out of her stupor. "It looks plenty big to me."
He chuckled nervously. "Well, then, yeah, this is as big as it gets."
His eyes widened as she pulled her wand from her robes and pointed it at his penis. He hastily moved to cover himself with his hands.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?!"
"Oh," she said, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry. I was just, er, curious. May I do something?"
He nodded hesitantly, his eyes never leaving Hermione's wand. She moved closer to him, and to his shock, placed her wand at the tip of his penis and muttered something under her breath.
He shivered as she moved the tip of her wand slowly down his shaft, stopping at the patch of black hair at its base. He wondered what on earth she was doing.
She raised her wand and flicked it, leaving a number in the air.
"6.4 inches," she mused aloud. "That's slightly above average, I believe."
"Er…okay," Harry responded, still in shock that Hermione had been so bold. He should have known, he supposed, that her intellectual curiosity would overwhelm her even in a situation like this one.
She returned her wand to her robes and sat back down on the bed, placing her hands on her knees. "Sorry if I embarrassed you. I was just curious. Please proceed."
Harry snorted at his best friend. It felt like they had entered some sort of alternate reality. He suspected she wouldn't be quite so calm if he were staring at her nude body.
"Right. I'm just…Merlin, I can't believe I'm doing this…I'm just going to close my eyes so I don't see you, alright?"
She swallowed and nodded. "Just pretend I'm not here. I don't want to, er, make you uncomfortable."
"A little late for that."
He grabbed a clean sock from his trunk and moved to the edge of the bed; he was within three feet of her, giving her an open view of what was happening.
He closed his eyes, trying to ignore her presence, and began stroking. Light at first, his grip hardened as he applied more pressure to his cock, wanting this awkward scene to be over as soon as possible. The pressure building in his loins was calling out for release, and he longed for the sensation of relief that would follow even more than he longed for the sensation of orgasm.
After thirty seconds of stroking, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt something brush the tip of his penis. He opened his eyes and looked at Hermione questioningly.
She was examining a glistening drop of pre-cum on the tip of her finger. When she noticed his attention, she blushed to the roots of her hair. "Sorry. It was about to, er…well, sorry."
Harry stared at her, amazed at what was happening in his dorm room. "No worries."
She met his eyes and coughed nervously. "I didn't mean to touch you. I was just curious. How long does it usually take?"
"Not long now. Just a couple minutes when I'm really pent up."
She nodded and crossed her arms over her chest, ready for the show to continue.
He closed his eyes and began stroking himself again, moving rhythmically for almost a minute. His pace increased and his breathing became shallow as he felt orgasm approaching.
He suddenly stopped when he heard Hermione move closer to him. He opened his eyes and saw that her face was slightly flushed as she leaned in closer for a better look.
He raised an eyebrow, and she blushed again when she met his eyes.
"Sorry, I, er…just wanted to see what happened. Were you about to finish?"
Harry sighed. This was simultaneously the strangest and most erotic experience of his life. As mortified as he was, he was also turned on by the thought of Hermione watching him masturbate. He had occasionally fantasized about just such a scenario, but he had never imagined it becoming real.
"I was, but you seem intent on interrupting me. Did you want to help?"
He had asked the question glibly, expecting her to scold him for his impertinence.
Instead she cleared her throat. "Would you, er, mind if I did?"
His penis answered for him, throbbing at the thought of her assistance. She was his best friend, but she was also a girl staring at his cock. His heart started racing.
"You really want to?"
"Yes," she said, not bothering to justify her answer with an excuse.
"Er, okay then."
She repositioned herself on the bed and reached forward hesitantly with her hand. Harry shivered when she made contact.
She ran her index finger along the length of him, testing the texture and feel of his skin. She made small swirls around his engorged head, fascinated at the pulse it made in response.
"Your skin is so soft," she murmured, and he nearly moaned as her finger lightly explored the underside of his cock.
He exhaled when she gripped his balls lightly in her hand, exploring their weight and texture. She gave him a slight squeeze, and Harry closed his eyes to savor the feeling.
She finally wrapped her hand around his cock, and he moaned in relief. She squeezed him firmly, testing his hardness. Her hand felt so soft compared to his own. She looked up at him, then slowly moved her hand up and down his length, almost teasing him with her gentleness.
It felt to him as if her fingers were barely making contact with his skin. The sensation was maddening.
"Am I doing it right?"
"Merlin, yes," he groaned. "Don't stop. Just grip me harder."
Hermione obeyed and stroked him in earnest, her grip tightening and her tempo increasing. He panted as her hand moved closer to his throbbing head, concentrating most of her friction there. It wasn't long before he was ready to explode. She looked up at him when his abdominal muscles contracted.
"I'm about to cum. Please don't stop," he panted, and held out the sock before him.
Three strokes later, Harry's cock twitched in her hand and he shot forcefully onto the waiting sock. Six times he drilled it, until its soaked edge began spilling his cum onto the bed.
She continued stroking as his release pulsed slowly out, dropping onto the bedspread and sliding down his cock to coat her hand. When he finally opened his eyes, she stopped tugging and looked at him inquisitively.
"Did that feel good?" she asked, slightly out of breath.
"Merlin, yes," he sighed. "So good you wouldn't understand. It's such a relief….well, I mean, obviously…but it's more than that. It releases my magic somehow."
Hermione nodded in understanding and opened her hand, examining the white fluid that coated her fingers. She raised them to her nose and sniffed, and Harry laughed at her.
She blushed. "What? I'm curious. It smells a little like muggle bleach. And it's so warm."
He shrugged. "I suppose. I can't say that I've studied the matter."
She stuck out her tongue at him and drew her wand with her left hand. She deftly scourgified her hand, then did likewise for Harry's dripping sock and the wet bedspread.
"Well, that was interesting," she said matter-of-factly, giving him a shy smile. "I can't believe I just did that."
Harry grinned at her, relaxed now that he had spent himself. "I can't believe you did either, but I'm not complaining. Feel free to experiment on me whenever you'd like."
She smiled at his sincerity. "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. I just wondered what…well, you know…I suppose we'll have to do a lot more than that very soon."
"True," he agreed, not quite knowing how to discuss such a thing with his best friend. "I guess we should get started on those letters, huh?"
She nodded, but Harry noticed that she was staring at his cock again. Despite his orgasm, it was still standing at attention.
"Isn't it supposed to get smaller now?"
"Well…yeah, it's supposed to, but it stays hard pretty much all the time now. Just one of the symptoms of my condition, Madam Pomfrey said. It's bloody uncomfortable, actually."
He was a little surprised that he no longer felt embarrassed to be nude in front of Hermione.
"I bet," she replied, getting to her feet.
"All right, Harry, let's get started on those letters. We need to find you some girls to shag."
Chapter 2:
"Well, that's the last of them," Harry mused as the owl took off in the direction of Hogsmeade.
Hermione tried to comfort him, squeezing his forearm. "I'm sure everyone will agree. You'll see."
He nodded hopefully as the two exited the Owlery. They had completed his letters to Luna, Parvati, Fleur, and Tonks, asking each of them to come to Hogwarts the next afternoon for an important meeting.
It had only been a couple hours since Hermione had helped Harry 'relieve' himself, and he was still in shock over the whole incident. He was even further shocked that he didn't feel all that embarrassed in her presence now. It felt like a secret shared between the two of them.
"I suppose we should head to the Great Hall for dinner," he said, looking at his watch.
"Sounds like a plan," she agreed, glancing furtively at the slight bulge in the front of his robes. She realized that he hadn't been exaggerating about his constant erection.
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After they finished dinner, Harry and Hermione strolled leisurely back to Gryffindor Tower. Aside from a first-year and two second-years, they were the only Gryffindors in the castle. As they gave the Fat Lady the password and stepped inside the common room, they were surprised to see Parvati Patil lying on the couch.
Seeing them enter, Parvati sat up and tossed a muggle fashion magazine onto the floor.
The beautiful Indian girl greeted them with a smile. "Hello, Harry. Hermione. I was in Hogsmeade with Professor Trelawney when I got your owl. Thought I'd drop in to see what this important meeting tomorrow is all about."
When Harry began blushing, seemingly at a loss for words, she raised a manicured eyebrow.
"Well, this must be interesting. What's going on?"
Hermione took mercy on him. "Well, er…Harry has a bit of a problem that we were hoping you could help him with."
After seating themselves nervously, they explained his new condition to Parvati and what Madam Pomfrey had said about its seriousness. By the time they finished, her mouth was hanging open.
"You have got to be joking. You're just winding me up, right?"
"Well, no," murmured Harry. "It's the truth, unfortunately. I know it's asking a lot. I'll understand if you don't want to, er, participate."
Parvati looked between the pair, waiting for one of them to crack a smile. When they didn't, she burst out laughing.
"You're bloody serious! Oh, sweet Merlin, this is hilarious. It's like a headline for Witch Weekly, 'Harry Potter Has Hogwarts Harem.'"
Harry coughed. "Erm, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about this. I know you like to gossip, but this is not something I want in the papers."
Despite her reputation as the Hogwarts gossip queen, he knew that Parvati was loyal and courageous when she needed to be. She demonstrated why she had been placed in Gryffindor during the final battle, even if she hadn't been on the front lines.
She held up a hand and smiled. "Don't worry, Harry; I won't breathe a word to anyone. I know how to keep secrets too."
He sighed in relief. "Does that mean that you'll, er, help me out?"
She grinned mischievously at him. "You bet your sweet arse I will, Harry Potter. I've been wanting to check out your goodies since fourth year. Who else is going to be in your little harem?"
Hermione bristled at the word 'harem,' but answered for him. "We sent letters to you, Luna, Auror Tonks, and Fleur Delacour. I'll be helping too, of course."
Parvati whistled appreciatively. "Quite a list, Harry. Are you sure this isn't something you dreamt up to reward yourself for killing a Dark Lord?"
"I wouldn't do something like that!"
She laughed at his outrage. "I know, I know; that's why it's so much fun to tease you."
She looked between the two of them, shaking her head in wonder at what she had just heard. "I think I'm going to stay in the castle tonight. This is the most interesting place in Britain right now."
"Tipsy!" she called out, and a small brown house elf popped into the room.
"Yes, Miss Parvy? What can Tipsy be doing for you?"
"Tipsy, there's an unopened bottle of raspberry schnapps in the back of Professor Trelawney's liquor cabinet. Would you please bring the bottle and three glasses?"
Tipsy nodded obediently and popped away, while Harry and Hermione gaped at Parvati.
"What?" she demanded. "Sybill and I have become friends. She lets me use her personal house elf sometimes."
"And her liquor?" Hermione inquired archly.
Parvati grinned. "Oh, trust me, she has plenty."
When Tipsy returned with the bottle and glasses, Parvati poured everyone a round and then rubbed her hands together in anticipation.
"I thought you might be able to use some liquid courage, Harry, given how much you're blushing. Now, tell me all about your little condition. I want details!"
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Two hours later, after several drinks apiece, Harry's tongue had loosened considerably. The alcohol had soothed his nerves, and he was surprised and relieved that Parvati hadn't been more difficult to convince.
The Hogwarts gossip queen was more interested in the details of the ritual and Harry's condition than she was worried about sleeping with him. She had always been a flirt, but he began to wonder just how experienced she was.
Relaxed and a little drunk as the evening wound down, the trio lounged in the common room, indulging Parvati's curiosity. When she finally coaxed Harry into revealing just how much he needed to 'relieve' himself every day, she nearly howled with laughter.
After she calmed down and wiped away her tears, she looked between them shrewdly.
"You two have been practicing for the ritual, haven't you?"
"What?!" Hermione gasped. "No! We just…I mean, no!"
Harry repeated her claim, but Parvati noticed that they were both blushing again.
"Right. So why are you both acting so strange?"
Harry gave Hermione an alarmed look, but she too seemed at a loss for words. "We, er…well, that is, Hermione and I…"
"It was just a handjob," Hermione interjected, glaring at Parvati. The schnapps had overridden her reserve and demanded that she put a stop to her insinuations. "Are you satisfied?"
Parvati squealed in delight and nearly slid out of her chair. "Oh…oh, merciful Merlin….Hermione Granger just said 'handjob'—I think I'm going to have a heart attack," she gasped, patting her chest. "This is the most fun I've had in ages."
She grinned at Hermione. "Can I call you 'Handjob Hermy' now?"
"You most certainly may not," Hermione said sharply, realizing that it had been a very bad mistake to let herself be provoked by Parvati's teasing. She would never let this one go.
"Well, how was it, Harry? Did she do it right, at least?"
He coughed and cleared his throat, feeling trapped by the question. "It was, er, very nice," he replied neutrally, glancing sideways at Hermione. He noticed that her face had become nearly scarlet. He took a nervous swig of his drink, wondering if an explosion was imminent.
Parvati continued to milk their embarrassment for everything she could, thoroughly enjoying teasing the two innocents in front of her.
"I'll bet it was. Did you do the gentlemanly thing and return the favor?"
Harry choked on his drink, and Hermione had to pat him on the back to stop his sputtering.
"I didn't ask him to 'return the favor,'" she said haughtily. "I was just curious about the process."
"Hmph. Like you haven't heard me and Lavender talking for years. You just wanted to check out his magic wand, didn't you?"
"I did not," she replied indignantly, but Parvati gave her a disbelieving look. She had lived with Hermione for seven years, and knew when she wasn't telling the whole truth.
Hermione glanced nervously at Harry and blushed. "Okay, I was…maybe a little curious."
"Ha! I knew it!" Parvati crowed, and Harry looked at Hermione in surprise.
She just shrugged and blushed even harder, downing the rest of her drink.
He leaned back in his chair and sighed, shaking his head at the strangeness of the day. He still couldn't believe he was having such an embarrassing conversation, and he was grateful that the alcohol was there to take the edge off.
His position in the chair accentuated the tent rising from his groin, and Parvati stared at it unashamedly.
"Soooo, Harry. Hermione has already gotten to see the beast in action. What say you give me a little sneak peek too?"
He crossed his arms over his chest. "I've been embarrassed enough already today, thank you very much."
She batted her eyelashes flirtatiously. "What have you got to be embarrassed about? Is it really small or something?"
"No! I mean, I don't…Hermione didn't think so!"
Parvati winked at Hermione. "So what's the problem then? I'll be seeing it soon enough anyway."
Harry looked between the two of them in exasperation, but Hermione did not come to his aid.
"I don't see you volunteering to get naked."
"Oh, that's a capital suggestion," she cooed. "I'm glad you thought of it. Fair is fair, after all."
She stood and began unbuttoning the fashionable blue dress robe she was wearing. Harry's jaw nearly hit the floor.
"What are you doing?!" Hermione hissed, looking back at the portrait hole entrance. "We're in the common room!"
"Right you are," Parvati mused, putting a finger to her lips in thought. "I guess we'll have to take this little game to Harry's dorm room."
She grabbed the bottle of schnapps and started toward the boys' dorms. When Harry and Hermione failed to follow, she turned and smiled at them over her shoulder.
"Are you two coming or not?"
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Eventually finding the courage to follow her, they found Parvati sitting on his bed and grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Glad you made it," she giggled, taking a liberal swig from the bottle. "This is going to be fun."
Harry looked anxiously between the two girls, unsure what was supposed to happen next. Parvati smiled at his confusion and got up from the bed.
"Liquid courage," she said, handing the bottle first to Hermione and then to Harry. They both took hard swigs and grimaced as the drink went down.
"Alright, I'm the one who's doing the teasing, so I should be the one to start. Hermione will get naked next, and then Harry can show off his basilisk. Why don't you both have a seat?"
"I don't know if I really—," Hermione began weakly, but Parvati cut her off.
"Oh, 'honestly,' Hermione," she scolded, mimicking her roommate's favorite expression. "I've seen you naked hundreds of times, and don't you think Harry deserves to after you wanked him off?"
"Well, er, I suppose that—."
"Exactly," Parvati replied, pushing the both of them toward Harry's bed.
They sat nervously on the edge of his bed, incredulous at what was happening, but both secretly excited by the game Parvati was insisting they play. Harry didn't think she would take no for an answer. If he was going to have to shag her soon anyway, he supposed it didn't really matter.
Parvati flicked her wand at a small wireless on his dresser, and a sappy love song blared from its speakers.
"That won't do," she frowned, and flicked her wand again. A slow song with strong percussion came on, and she nodded.
She didn't exactly dance to the music, but her next movements seemed punctuated by its beat. She unbuttoned the elaborate fasteners on her tight-fitting blue robes, her hips swaying as she did so. She shrugged her shoulders and the silk outfit fell lightly to the floor.
Underneath she was wearing only light-blue lace panties and a matching bra. Harry felt his arousal more keenly at the sight of her. Parvati's dark skin, resembling coffee with a dash of cream, contrasted beautifully with the light pastel of her lingerie. She gave a slow twirl so he could see all of her, smirking seductively all the while.
She made eye contact with him as her hands reached behind her back to undo her bra. In a smooth motion it was released and then slid down her arms to the floor.
Harry stared at the sight of her exposed breasts, the first he had ever seen outside of a magazine. They were larger than he would have guessed, with small brown nipples that were standing at attention.
"You like?"
"I like," he agreed, nearly speechless with anticipation of her next move. He couldn't believe how uninhibited she was. Hermione was staring at her former roommate and squirming, knowing she would be next.
Parvati moved her hands slowly down her torso and rested them just below her hips. She slipped a finger underneath her panties on both sides and lowered them to the floor. She now stood naked and smiling before them.
Harry held his breath as he stared between her legs. She stepped forward to give him a better view, and he drank in the sight of her clean-shaven pussy. There was not a hair in sight. He could see two prominent lips, with the hood of her clit just peeking out. He thought it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.
She stepped back and did another twirl, showing off her firm and shapely arse.
"Voila. What do you think?"
"I…wow," Harry said eloquently, echoing Hermione from earlier in the day. "Just wow."
She smiled and stepped to the side. "Thank you. I figured it was only fair, if I wanted to see your, er, condition. Your turn, Hermione, dear."
Hermione winced and looked up at her. "When did you shave? You've always been just as hairy as I am."
She shrugged. "Lavender discovered some new depilatory charms that we tried together. Apparently it's all the rage to go bare in the muggle world. It does feel quite good, I'll admit."
Hermione swallowed and turned to Harry. "I haven't done anything like that, and I don't look as good as Parvati when I'm naked. Maybe I should just leave you two to, er, do whatever…"
He did his best to reassure her. "Hermione, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do…and this isn't a contest. Parvati's beautiful, and so are you. Keep your clothes on if you want."
They stared into each other's eyes for a moment. She sighed and shook her head. "No, I suppose fair is fair. I've already seen all of you. I can't believe I'm going to do this. Just…try not to expect too much, okay?"
Hermione took another long pull from the bottle and got slowly to her feet. She made no attempt to dance to the music coming from the wireless, wanting their attention to be removed from her as soon as possible.
She unbuttoned her standard black robes and slid them to the floor. She was wearing a black t-shirt and green boxer shorts underneath.
Harry looked closely at the shorts, on which there was a buzzing golden snitch.
"Hey! Those are mine!"
She winced. "Er, yeah; I borrowed them last year. Sorry I didn't tell you, but I thought it might be weird…"
He shrugged. "No worries. You wear boxers all the time?"
"Sometimes. They're more comfortable than panties, and I like to sleep in them."
Parvati looked between the two, still standing unashamedly naked next to Harry. "This night is just full of revelations, isn't it?"
Hermione stuck out her tongue at her and took a deep breath. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing a flesh-colored bra. Not meeting anyone's eyes, she undid a clasp in the front and slid the bra off her arms, covering her breasts with one arm.
"Hermione…" Parvati chided.
"Alright, alright," she whined, and let her arm fall, revealing to them a pair of small but perky breasts. Her nipples were larger than Parvati's and mostly pink. They looked to Harry like they would be softer and puffier. It was clear from her paleness that Hermione had never done any sunbathing.
"They're beautiful," he said softly, meeting her eyes. Despite the alcohol flowing through their veins, she was clearly mortified to be the center of attention.
"Thank you."
She looked down at her boxers. "Right…well…right." She took a deep breath and slid them to her ankles in one hurried motion.
She stood back up and closed her eyes, giving Harry and Parvati a look at her fully nude body.
She was heavier in the hips than Parvati, and her breasts were smaller, but her proportions were certainly more alluring than many Hogwarts boys would have expected. Harry marveled at the paleness of her exposed flesh and the small thatch of brown hair between her legs. He smiled, noting that Hermione was just as bushy below as she was above.
She cleared her throat as he continued to stare at her.
"Sorry. You look fantastic, Hermione. Gorgeous. And don't ever believe differently."
She smiled wanly and sat back down on the bed. "Thank you, Harry. Now, I believe you have something to show Parvati."
He snorted at her and stood. Parvati sat down next to Hermione, a huge smile plastered on her face.
"The moment of truth," she beamed. "Unleash that snake from its cage, boy wonder."
With the alcohol in his system and his experience with Hermione earlier, Harry was far less nervous than he expected to be. He quickly removed his robes, not sparing the time to make any erotic gestures. He took off his t-shirt casually, and then stood before them in just his boxers.
"Here goes nothing." He smiled and dropped his boxers to his ankles.
His erection sprang out eagerly, happy to be released from its confinement. Parvati laughed and clapped her hands as it bobbed.
"Yes!" she cried. "I've been wanting to see that monster for years now, Harry. I knew you'd be big. If you'll allow me to settle a bet…."
She reached for her wand, but Hermione stopped her.
"I, er, already did that."
"Oh?" Parvati smirked at her.
"6.4," Hermione replied softly, her face heating up.
Parvati frowned, turning to examine Harry's cock. "Hmmm, are you sure? It looks bigger to me."
She rose from the bed and bent down to inspect it more closely. Harry blinked, not expecting her face to be so close to him.
She sighed. "I suppose it looks bigger because it's so thick. Looks like Hannah wins the pool."
"Excuse me?" Harry exclaimed. "Are you saying…you had a betting pool going?"
Hermione winced and nodded, while Parvati smiled delightedly. "Of course we did. I think Hannah Abbott was the only one to guess 6.4 inches, so she'll get all of the galleons."
"But…what…" he stuttered, unable to formulate a response to this new information. How could his best friend have participated in such a bet?
"Hermione?" he asked incredulously. She blushed, not quite able to meet his eyes.
He crossed his arms and huffed. "Well, what were your guesses then?"
Parvati laughed. "I guessed an even seven inches, and Hermione guessed, what was it, 5.2?"
Hermione sighed and looked at the floor.
"5.2, huh?" he repeated, looking at her crossly. "Thanks."
"Sorry," she murmured. "I just figured…well, you do have a small frame."
He rolled his eyes. "Well, thank Merlin I exceeded your expectations."
Parvati laughed and clapped her hands again. "Oh, you two are too much. It's a beautiful cock, Harry. You have nothing to be ashamed of."
After a moment's silence, she got to her feet and looked between Harry and Hermione, her Cheshire grin returning.
She turned and approached him, looking down at his manhood as it pointed up at her. "May I?" she asked innocently. His heart started racing when he saw the devilish gleam in her eyes.
"Er, yeah," he replied, not exactly sure what he was agreeing to. He glanced at Hermione, who was looking at Parvati with wide eyes.
Parvati gripped his penis lightly in both hands and Harry forgot to breathe. She massaged him for a few seconds, admiring his length and girth, her thumb playing across his swollen head. Then she pushed down on the tip, smiling as it dropped and then sprang back into place.
"So Hermione gave you your first handjob this afternoon," she said, her eyes dancing with merriment. Her hands returned to his cock as she spoke.
"Uh huh," he murmured, his attention focused entirely on what she was doing with her hands.
"And soon you'll have to bed five different witches in the space of a few days. I think," she said airily, "that you need a little more experience before we do the ritual. Wouldn't you agree, Hermione?"
"Er, I'm not really sure that I, er…" Hermione stuttered behind her.
Parvati grinned at her response, staring into Harry's eyes as she gently caressed his cock with both hands. "I'll take that as a yes."
She let go of him, and he tried not to show his disappointment. "Move to the bed, Harry," she ordered. "We have a couple things to teach you."
His anticipation rising, he sat down on the bed. Parvati followed and pushed him forcefully onto his back. His legs hung off the edge of the bed and his cock lay against his belly, his arousal almost painful as his magic begged for release.
"You're going to like this, I promise. Hermione, watch what I do."
She leaned over the bed in between his legs, her long black hair brushing seductively against his hips. Hermione moved to get a better look at what was happening. Harry gave her a questioning glance, and she returned an embarrassed smile and a shrug. He had only just gotten used to the idea of his best friend giving him a handjob, and now Parvati was attacking both of their inhibitions like a wrecking ball.
She grinned impishly at both of them, then bent over and licked the entire length of Harry's cock. He gasped in response. He put his hands behind his head and looked down in wonder at what was happening between his legs.
Parvati gripped him by the base of his cock and held it upright. She tickled his crown with her tongue for a few seconds, then slowly worked her way down his shaft, giving it light kisses as her tongue played along its length.
Harry groaned at the new sensation and fought to keep his eyes open. When she was finished bathing him, she returned to his crown and suckled it greedily, eliciting another gasp. She stopped for a moment and glanced at Hermione.
"Are you paying attention?"
"Yes," she whispered hoarsely.
She was enthralled and slightly appalled at what she was seeing. She didn't consider Parvati's actions dirty, exactly. She had several very steamy novels hidden in her trunk. But she never imagined she would participate in something like this with Harry. It felt both forbidden and like the fulfillment of her most repressed fantasies.
Parvati winked at her and then took Harry fully in her mouth, wrapping her lips around his shaft like a warm glove. He breathed in sharply at the sensation. The combination of softness and wet warmth was unlike anything he had ever felt.
She gripped him tightly with her lips and bobbed for a few moments, the friction making his head swim. She slowly took more and more of him in, opening her lips wide to accommodate his girth. She took all but the last inch of him before she stopped and began humming lightly in the back of her throat.
"Oh Merlin," he whimpered, twisting the bed sheets with his hands.
She grinned as Harry's cock throbbed in her mouth. She released him, kissing his tip tenderly when she was finished. She could tell he wasn't far from orgasm, and wanted to prolong his torture.
"Having fun so far?"
"Very much so," he panted, disappointed that she had stopped. He had been so very close. His magic was now begging for release.
Parvati smiled at Hermione and pointed Harry's cock in her direction. "Your turn."
Hermione paled and looked at Harry, who was now watching her intently.
"You don't have to," he said softly, his desire battling with his concern for her deer-in-headlights expression. "You can just watch."
They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, seeking out reassurances that the events of the evening would not make their friendship awkward. A handjob performed out of curiosity was one thing; a blow job in front of a witness was something else.
She swallowed nervously and licked her lips. "No…I…I'll try it. I've just never done anything like this before."
She moved and sat on her knees at Harry's side. Parvati watched with glee as Hermione stared at his cock.
"Just don't bite," she said, trying not to laugh. She too found the whole situation deliciously absurd.
Hermione smiled weakly and gripped the base of Harry's cock where Parvati had been holding him. He watched her as she examined it from mere inches away. She leaned forward and hesitantly licked his crown. He sighed his approval, and she proceeded more confidently.
She took his head in her mouth, savoring the sensation as his cock throbbed against her tongue. She slowly went down, taking one inch and then another, until his cock was against the back of her throat. She pulled back just as slowly, applying the same soft suction that she saw Parvati apply.
She paused to look at Harry, who returned her gaze with hunger in his eyes.
"Am I doing it right?"
"God yes," he replied, wanting more than anything in the world for her to continue. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last, but he wanted this moment to be prolonged as much as humanly possible.
She blushed and lowered her head again, sucking gently on his head as she stroked with her hand. She swirled her tongue around his crown and increased her pace, her grip growing tighter.
Parvati watched with delight as Hermione devoted herself to giving her best friend a blowjob. She didn't consider herself promiscuous, but she knew that they were babes in the woods compared to her. It excited her beyond words to know that she was the instigator here. She lay down on the bed to watch Harry's face.
Hermione continued for several more strokes, until his abs tensed and he began panting.
"I'm almost there," he groaned, his eyes closed in anticipation.
She removed her mouth and leaned back to stroke his cock vigorously with her hand. A few hard strokes was all it took.
Harry grunted as he shot a geyser of cum straight up into the air. Each spurt arced back toward him, decorating his chest and abdomen. He didn't even notice. The release of his orgasm and his magic had sent him into ecstasy.
Hermione continued stroking until the last of his ejaculate seeped slowly out of his cock, once again coating her hand.
He sighed with relief and opened his eyes to discover the amused face of Parvati mere inches from his.
"How was that?"
"Bloody awesome."
She laughed. "Your face was something else. I wish I had a camera."
"I'm thankful you didn't," he replied dryly, looking down at the streaks of white decorating his chest. "Merlin, that made a mess."
"Well, it's not as messy if you swallow, but I don't think Hermione is quite ready for that yet."
Hermione sat back on her ankles and smiled shyly at him. "Sorry, but I don't think I could have swallowed all that. Was that, er, good?"
"That was brilliant, Hermione. Thank you. Both of you."
"I liked it too," she said, a little embarrassed to say that out loud. There were only so many inhibitions that alcohol could remove. She was just as stunned as Harry that their relationship could become so sexually charged in so short a time.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Harry asked Parvati curiously, basking in post-orgasmic bliss.
Still leaning next to his face, she gave him a sour look. "That is not a question you should ever ask a girl, Harry."
"Right. Sorry," he said, hoping he hadn't inadvertently put a stop to a glorious evening.
"No harm done." She smiled and reached for her wand. Harry was transfixed by the sway of her breasts as she moved, her nipples still poking outward as if in invitation.
He watched as she skillfully scourgified his chest and abdomen, wondering again just how much practice she had at this. When she was finished, she looked slyly at him.
"Time for you to repay the favor. Are you ready to learn some new skills?"
He hoisted himself up to sit on the edge of the bed. "I'm always ready to learn new skills. What am I to be learning?"
"Hmm…well, I think that should be rather obvious," Parvati mused, glancing sideways at Hermione. "Shall we start with me, and then you can perfect your technique with Hermione? Or maybe she would prefer to go first."
Hermione spoke up hesitantly. "Er, I think I'll just watch this time."
Parvati snickered. "Oh, come on, Hermione. You're among friends. No one will ever know, and this is all for Harry's benefit. It's time to let the horny little bookworm out of her shell."
Said bookworm blushed, but did not reply.
"Er, my technique?" Harry inquired, trying to prevent Parvati from badgering her further.
"Technique, Harry," she repeated. She lay down fully on the bed, her head resting on his pillow. She patted the space next to her. "You need to know how to touch a girl if you're going to satisfy her."
Harry's arousal returned powerfully at this prospect. He joined her eagerly, his head next to hers as he propped himself up on his elbow. "Okay then. What do I do?"
She smirked. "You'll figure it out. Just go roving with your hands, and I'll tell you what feels good."
Hermione got up to give the reclining pair more room. She moved to the side of the bed to watch. Harry glanced at her and noticed that the underside of her pubic hair was slick. The sight made him weak with desire. The thought of his best friend being so turned on by touching him made him want to stare at her naked body for hours.
Parvati gently returned his attention to her. "Get to it, then, Mr. Boy-Who-Won. She'll get her turn."
Harry smiled and looked down at her nude body. He couldn't quite believe there was a naked girl in his bed, asking him to touch her. He gently caressed her belly with his left hand, taking in the warmth of her dark caramel skin. He moved slowly upward until he was cupping her breast.
He was impressed by the softness and firmness of it. His fingers played across her nipple and it hardened under his touch. Parvati bit her lip as he tweaked it. He rubbed his palm back and forth across it and she moaned.
"Use your tongue."
Harry, happy to oblige, leaned forward and took her nipple in his mouth. He suckled it gently, and then let his tongue play lightly around it. He loved the sound she made in response.
He repeated his efforts on her other nipple, again earning sounds of approval.
Growing bolder, he trailed soft kisses toward her neck while his hand moved slowly down her torso, savoring the softness of her skin. When he reached her inner thigh, she spread her legs wide for him.
She moaned as he gently cupped her sex in his palm. He was stunned at the heat radiating from her. He explored her wet folds with his middle finger, unsure exactly where he should be focusing his attention, but hoping for the best. His upstroke brushed her clit, and Parvati exhaled sharply.
"Right there," she whispered, and Harry turned his attention to the engorged little nub of flesh. She bucked as he rubbed it with his thumb. His middle finger caressed her soaked lips until he felt it slip suddenly inside her.
He took a moment to process the wetness and heat that engulfed his finger. It was so unbelievably soft in there, and he finally understood what it meant to be 'inside' a girl.
Parvati moaned and grabbed the back of his hair, pulling his face to hers. She kissed him fiercely. He had no choice but to open his mouth and return the kiss. It was not his first, but it was filled with more urgency than he had experienced before.
He gently pressed another finger inside her, her lust overpowering him. She moaned into his mouth and bucked her hips in encouragement.
"That's the stuff, Harry," she breathed, her eyes shut. "Stroke with your fingers, up and back, like you're motioning someone forward."
She leaned into him as he did exactly that; he found that her walls clenched tightly around him when the tips of his fingers brushed a certain spot. He could smell her arousal now, a musky scent unlike any he had ever encountered. It made his cock throb in anticipation.
Over the next few minutes he developed a rhythm, softly rubbing her clit as he stroked her walls in a gentle 'come hither' motion. She writhed her hips in time with his strokes. Her soft little pants were driving him wild, and he exulted in the feeling of control he had over her. He found it fascinating to watch her face as she abandoned herself to her body's pleasure.
His breath escaped him when Parvati suddenly reached down and grabbed his cock. It was an awkward angle, but she began stroking him feverishly. He was already so turned on that he felt his own orgasm start to build again.
"I'm almost there," she whimpered.
She was panting loudly now. Harry pressed his fingers deeper within her and rubbed her clit roughly. She pulled on his cock with abandon, unconsciously stroking him harder and harder. The tightness of her grip was so exquisite that he wasn't sure he could stand it much longer.
He twisted his fingers deep within her, and she let out a low moan as he pushed her over the edge. Her body tensed, and he felt her walls clench tightly around his fingers.
"Unh, unh," Parvati panted softly. She spasmed again and again against his fingers, still stroking his cock as hard as she could. He was entranced by the look of ecstasy on her face, but his own release was about to overpower him.
She was savoring the last moments of her orgasm when his cock bucked in her hand. He grunted as thick ropes of cum shot into her hip and over it, leaving three long white stripes across her belly. His release was just as forceful as it had been mere minutes ago. He shivered as his magic settled down again.
He sighed in relief as Parvati released his cock. He continued to stroke her pussy after her climax was complete, enjoying the damp heat that suffused the whole area.
"Sweet fucking Merlin," she groaned. "That's good, Harry; you can stop."
He pulled his sticky fingers from within her, in awe of what he had just experienced. He looked at Parvati and saw her smiling at him, her forehead flecked with perspiration and a healthy glow surrounding her. He couldn't help but feel proud of having given her such an intense orgasm.
"You're a bloody natural," she beamed. "That was incredible."
"Er, thanks."
She laughed and scooped up a trail of cum on her belly with her index finger. Harry goggled when she put it in her mouth and sucked it clean.
"Mmmm," she purred. "You made a mess."
"You helped," he chuckled.
Having completely forgotten about Hermione, they both looked over when they heard the sound of heavy breathing coming from the edge of the bed. Hermione was still standing there, and the lust on display in front of her had obviously overcome her inhibitions.
Her eyes were closed, and she was teasing her clit between two fingers and breathing raggedly. Harry could see it peeking out from within her folds. Seeing her in a position of such utter wantonness made something growl within him. Parvati giggled at the sight.
He reached across to still Hermione's working hand. Her eyes opened in surprise when she felt his touch, and she blushed immediately.
"Oh…I…er…"
He smiled. "Don't be embarrassed. I want to help."
Hermione returned his smile, then glared at Parvati. "Budge over. It's my turn."
Parvati cackled madly at her words, amused at seeing the bossy swot overpowered by lust. She hoisted herself off the bed to make room for both of them.
Hermione threw herself on the bed, not even noticing the wet spot left behind by Harry's recent climax. She spread her legs, and the sight made him ache with renewed desire. Her pussy was glistening wet, soaked with her arousal. Her clitoris was swollen, calling out for his attention. He was mesmerized for a long moment.
"Harry, please," she pleaded, and his cock became rock hard again at hearing his best friend begging him to touch her.
He moved to obey, but Parvati grabbed his arm and grinned. "The lesson's not over yet. Let's try something new."
She pushed him to the center of the bed, directly in front of Hermione's spread legs.
Parvati smiled and removed his wire-rimmed glasses from his face. "Tongue and fingers this time. Be gentle with the tongue, and don't bite."
He nodded and stared between Hermione's spread legs as if hypnotized. Her pubic hair was so soaked with wetness it looked black. He looked at her face, and noticed that she was watching him with some apprehension.
"Is this okay?"
She nodded hesitantly. "Yes; just be gentle, and…well, it's really wet down there."
He grinned at her, surprised at his own boldness. "It's about to get wetter."
Knowing she was self-conscious, Harry didn't pause to examine her further. He only wanted to give her the same pleasure he had just felt. He leaned down and spread her soaked lips with his fingers, exposing her clit. He gently tweaked it with his tongue, and Hermione moaned her approval above him. Deciding not to stand on ceremony, he pressed down on it hard and moved it around playfully with his tongue. She grabbed the bed sheets with both hands.
Her reaction spurred him on. He pressed his nose into her bush and kissed her pussy open-mouthed until her juices coated him. Her scent was the most intoxicating thing he'd ever encountered. It awakened something primal in him.
He gently slid a finger inside her while massaging her clit with his tongue. His finger was immediately engulfed by a heat even more intense than Parvati's. She was much tighter, and he was barely able to slide in a second finger. It was enough, though, to make Hermione shiver.
She whimpered and grabbed the back of his hair, pushing his face further into her pussy.
Harry could hear Parvati laughing off to the side, but couldn't care less.
Hermione arched her back and panted as she gave in to her desire. She no longer cared that she was doing this in front of Parvati. That part of her was overpowered easily by the sensations radiating through her body. She grabbed twin handfuls of Harry's hair and closed her eyes, focused only on what he was doing to her.
He stroked her walls the same way he had for Parvati, and it didn't take long for them to contract tightly around his fingers, trapping them. She whimpered, and he felt even more warmth and wetness surround him, coating his fingers and nose.
"Gah," she gasped, wrapping her thighs around Harry's head as her orgasm tore through her. He twisted his fingers and pressed down hard on her clit as she panted, wanting only to drive her wild. It made him deliriously happy to see Hermione Granger lose control, and to know that he was responsible for it.
Finally she released the death grip that her thighs and hands had on his head.
Harry looked up and saw her staring at the ceiling, her face flushed and perspiration shining on her breasts.
"Oh my God," she panted, her chest still heaving.
Harry smiled goofily up at her from between her legs, his face smeared amply with her juices. "How was it?"
She looked down at him sheepishly. "That was amazing."
Parvati was looking between them in awe. "Holy shit, you two! That was hot! That was like a lifetime of sexual frustration released at once."
Harry and Hermione glanced at each other and blushed. Things had gotten rather carried away at the end. Neither could quite believe what they had done together this night.
"It was…quite an experience," he ventured.
Hermione snorted. "It was. And you look ridiculous."
He looked over at Parvati quizzically, and she laughed and made a circle with her finger around her mouth and nose.
He shrugged. Whatever he looked like, it was worth it. This had turned into the best evening of his life, and, for the first time, he was actually looking forward to the meeting with the other girls tomorrow. If they responded anything like Parvati and Hermione had, he was in for quite a treat.
True, his life would be in danger if this ritual didn't work, but sometimes it was good to be Harry Potter.