Chapter 3: Greengrass? More Like Great Ass!
Harry's eyes opened blearily. The sharp light filtering in causing the pounding in his head to dial up to an 11. With a groan he screwed his eyes shut once more, trying to fend off the painful lumens.
'Harry?' The sound echoed in his mind, bouncing around his skull irritably. He knew that voice, he just couldn't place it at the moment. A twinge of sympathy rushed into his mind before the loud voice quieted.
"He's awake Madame Pomfrey.", the same voice sounded from his right. He definitely recognized the voice now. His addled mind finally coming into focus and he opened his eyes once more. The light still hurt, but it was much more manageable this time. He found who he was looking for almost immediately, their bond acting as a compass for her physical presence.
"H'rmione?" he questioned, voice gravely like he had just woken from a intense nap.
"Hush now Mr. Potter and drink this!" Another said from his left. He didn't even need to look to know who the voice belonged to, having been reprimanded for his various dangerous escapades by it many times over the years. A clear potion vial was shoved to his lips. Not even trying to fight it, the boy who lived simply open his mouth and swallowed the potion. It wasn't too unpleasant but the bitter taste wasn't exactly enjoyable either.
"There now I'll check over you once more and then you're free to go. Though next time you face a dragon Mr. Potter, please have a better plan in place other than blowing yourself up!" the matron admonished, waving her wand over the teen's body.
Once she was finished she left in a huff and Harry was able to get a good look at his surroundings. He was in a tent not dissimilar to the Champion's one he waited in before the task. However this one was filled with beds and medical cupboards instead of benches and changing areas like before. He sat on one of these beds now and next to him, on a small bedside table, lay his trusty Holly wand and the very golden egg he had fought to obtain.
"What happened to th-"
"To the snakes? I sent them on their way with a fat field mouse each. Now are you insisting we continue to talk about the bloody rat eaters or would you instead like to explain what the hell you were thinking?!?"
Harry winced. She was very cross, no doubt about it. He had seen Hermione angry before but it was different this time. This time he could actually feel and understand her thoughts and emotions behind it. She was furious but it stemmed from a heaping of worry and fear that she felt for him. Looking closer Harry was able to see the million what if's rushing through her head. What if his aim was off and he blew off his legs? What if the dragon had simply fired its flaming breath just a little bit sooner? What if what if what if?
Without missing a beat Harry reached over and grabbed her hands, pulling her towards him till she sat on his lap. He didn't say a word. He simply wrapped his arms around her, bringing her closer into his chest and held her there. He breathed in her scent. The smell of her citrusy shampoo filling his senses. Through their bond he pushed all his understanding and regret into her mind, begging for her forgiveness.
'I'm sorry'
'I know'
The girl sniffled a few times before raising her head once more to peer into his green eyes. 'Though if you ever do something that stupid again then you can forget having sex for the rest of your natural life.' He couldn't help the snort that escaped him at her serious tone when mentioning withholding sex, as if it were an everyday threat.
Their moment was interrupted by the bumbling Ludo Bagman rushing into the tent, followed by Crouch and Headmaster Dumbledore.
"Outstanding! Simply an outstanding performance my boy!" Ludo exclaimed, not even batting an eye at the current position of the teens. Hermione jumped up in embarrassment, face flushed red. Behind Bagman, Dumbledore let out a small chuckle but said nothing. "Parselmagic! I had always thought it was a myth! Something told through scary bedtime stories for young witches and wizards yet we beheld the first ever verified performance right in front us!"
Harry narrowed his eyes. He didn't know what the hell the former beater was talking about. Sure he hissed at the dragon a bit but he didn't know anything about Parselmagic, if it was even a real thing. He made to say something but Dumbledore beat him to it.
"As I said outside Ludo, I do not believe young Harry performed what you so say is Parselmagic. I highly doubt it even exists. I think perhaps we were witness to a very fine show of misdirection and creativity. I believe I even saw a few of the Weasley twins favorite prank spells during your performance, correct Harry?" the old wizard questioned, a slight smile on his face.
Harry smiled back at the headmaster, grateful for the save and change of topic. "Yes sir. Fred and George taught me a few last year." he said sheepishly, not mentioning the fact that they had only taught him after he agreed to help with a few of their pranks. The charmed snowmen who threw snowballs at passing students in the courtyard was quite fun to set up though.
Dumbledore chuckled, "As I thought. A great showing my boy and I applaud you for your resourcefulness."
Crouch, who had stood silent till now, finally grew impatient and pushed his way forward.
"Yes, yes we're all very proud. Now Mr. Potter since you were unconscious during the scoring, it is my responsibility to tell you that you earned 40 points in total. You are now tied for first place with Mr. Krum going into the second task. You may find a clue for the task in the egg you collected from the dragon. I advise against opening it here however. Now! If that is all, I bid you good day gentlemen, miss." Crouch monologued, before turning about and exiting the tent stiffly.
"Forgive old Barty! He seems to be so stressed with the tournament. I believe we'll take our leave as well Harry. Congratulations!" Bagman laughed out, taking the teen's hand and shaking it vigorously. He left whistling an off key tune. Dumbledore merely chuckled at the teen's bewildered face before sending over a wink and following the aged beater out of the tent.
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The walk back to the castle had been eye opening to say the least. Many of the same people who not 24 hour earlier cursed his name and would take every chance they could to hurl a few insults now greeted him with smiles and kind words. He shouldn't be surprised really. It was similar to second year where one day everyone glared and couldn't stand to be around him and the next, after saving Ginny from the chamber, they all applauded him and gave him words of praise.
It sickened him really.
The real punch to the gut though came in the form of a gangly red head. Ron had been waiting for them in the entrance hall. He approached them both with his head down and hands in his pockets. Harry eyed him warily at first, the boy not daring to say a word. After a few awkward moments, Ron thankfully spoke up.
"Er, look Harry mate. I, uh, I have a lot to apologize for. I was a prat, the biggest prat in the world really and I know now I was quite thick to actually think you put your name into the goblet. I guess… I guess I was jus' jealous really. Anyway, I'm sorry, alright?"
Ron didn't look up to meet his eyes, simply staring down at the ground in shame. Harry sighed internally. On one hand he was still really hurt at Ron's actions and didn't want to forgive him, but on the other he had really missed his first real friend and his absence had saddened Harry a lot. Hermione simply squeezed his hand in support, assuring him mentally that she supported him no matter the decision he made.
"Ron." he began, causing the ginger to finally look up, brown eyes hopeful. "Your actions hurt me. A lot. It's one thing for our classmates do or say hurtful things, I honestly couldn't care less what they thought of me. But you were one of my best mates. I didn't expect you to join in on their hateful words and actions."
Ron's faced winced in guilt. He knew he had messed up with Harry badly, and he truly did regret his actions.
Harry just sighed again. "But, I know you also do regret what you did. I accept your apology but please just give me some time to really process everything. I did just face a giant fire breathing lizard a few hours ago and didn't mess my pants so I think I need a little bit of space right now." Harry said, adding on the slight joke at the end.
Ron simply smiled at the jest and nodded. "I can do that mate. You were brilliant by the way! Truly wicked!" he said enthusiastically while backing away. Before Harry and Hermione could turn to leave though the red head shouted back, "Oh! And Fred and George are throwing a party tonight in the dorms celebrating your win! Just a heads up!" With that the red head walked off.
Harry shook his head, getting ready to prepare himself for the surely boisterous show that the twins will put on later that night.
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He was wrong, the party wasn't boisterous. It was down right wild. Somehow the twins had snuck in all manner of food and drinks. They even found a barrel of fire whiskey somewhere and were selling pints of it in the corner of the room. Music sounded out from a boosted wireless by the fire and almost every Gryffindor from 3rd year and up were around the room dancing and laughing loudly.
Harry sat in a chair on the far side of the room, watching the scene before him. Various classmates came up to him offering congratulations and asking questions about the task. He simply nodded in thanks and gave them a few short answers before sending them on their way. Hermione had been by his side at first yet was sequestered off quickly by her dorm mates. Lavender and Parvati had dragged the bushy haired girl off to a corner of the room whispering to her excitedly. His musing were soon cut short by the entrance of the party's two hosts.
"There he is!", one twin exclaimed.
"The hero of the day!", the other added.
"The slayer of dragons!"
"The bedder of witches!"
He raised an eyebrow at their antics. "I don't remember slaying the dragon and bedder of witches? You two can do better than that." he huffed.
"Too right Harry my boy. How about bedder of one witch if the rumors are true?"
"What?" Harry asked, snapping his head to the twin on the right.
"Oh yes Georgie you're right. According to a Miss Rita Skeeter, Harry and Granger have been doing the horizontal tango for months now."
"Can't forget Hermione obviously bewitched our poor Champion here with dark magics. Cruelly stealing him away from all the good and proper witches in the world."
"Truly an evil sorceress!"
Flopping back into his chair, Harry grumbled, "I'm going to kill that woman." he sighed before turning to, who assumed to be Fred, on his left, "Think you can ask Charlie for a moment alone with the Horntail. I feel bad for tricking her with Prongs so maybe Skeeter can serve as an adequate meal replacement."
"I don't think Charlie would allow you to feed the dragons junk food but we could always ask!" Fred laughed out.
"But don't worry about her right now mate. Here take a pint on the house! You made us a killing anyway by taking first so you deserve it!" George pipped up, placing a mug into Harry's hand filled with the deep brown liquor. The twins both gave him a slap on the shoulder before making their way back to the party, singing along to the music.
Not even questioning the fact that the twins apparently gambled on his performance, Harry brought the pint to his lips. He had tried fire whiskey before, during third year after a few of the quidditch wins. But he had never had more than a few sips. Taking in a small mouthful, Harry felt the burning liquid slide down his throat. Flames expelled from his mouth when he breathed out. He nursed the cup for a while and before he knew it he had almost finished the drink and a delightful buzz danced through his body.
"Leave you alone for five minutes and you take up drinking." Hermione's voice sounded from next to him. He was surprised she was able to sneak up on him with their bond, but then again he did have a bit on his mind tonight.
'C'mon, let's go for a walk.' the girl responded in his head. She held up a blanket and a two butterbeers, head gesturing to the door. He got up swiftly and followed her out, not a soul noticing them leave the room. They walked in silence for a while, walking through the school floor by floor until they reached the entrance hall. Hermione pushed open the door and lead on. It wasn't long before they reached a secluded area by the lake hidden by a small thicket of trees and bushes. Laying the blanket down, Hermione cast warming charms around the area before she sat down and patted the area next to her. Harry sat with her, the girl instantly leaning on his side with her head on his shoulder.
They sat content for a while. Simply basking in the shared closeness. They let their thoughts drift, and through the haze of each other's presence their minds melded and neither could tell who thought what.
Neither knew who started it, but soon they found themselves with their lips entwined, kissing slowly. It wasn't a passionate or frenzied kiss. They simply lazily moved their lips together, enjoying the simple feeling. Harry eventually, pushed deeper, running his tongue along her lips asking for entrance. She replied happily and allowed him to delve into her mouth. He explored it deeply. She tasted of butterbeer and for a moment he felt bad as he realized he must taste like the sharp spices of alcohol. Yet the brunette hummed simply at his thoughts and kissed him harder.
Hands began to explore before long and soon Harry found his hand under Hermione's sweater, cupping her firm breast. The girl was not idle however as her hand seemingly freed his hardening length from his trousers without the teen even realizing it. They continued their slow make out session, with Harry kneading her breasts softly alternating between the two and Hermione stroking his cock with long slow pumps.
Harry groaned into her mouth. Even without trying, the girl made him feel amazing. Her soft hand doing wonders on his thick shaft as she gripped him tightly. Oh how he would love to see the girl once more stretch her pouty lips around his meat.
Hearing the boys loud wish, Hermione laughed out at his request before giving him one last peck and moving down to his groin. She eyed his dick with a lust feel gaze. Her warm breath sending small tingles through his length. Her hand still pumped him slowly but soon it was joined by her tongue, lazily tracing its way up and down the underside of his cock. Harry moaned out each time the wet muscle swiped over the sensitive glans of his tip.
"Fuck 'Mione, please." he moaned, hand slipping into the girls long hair.
Stopping her ministrations completely, the girl asked, "Please what?"
Fuck she was hot he thought. Her brown eyes stared up at him, mouth mere centimeters away from his dick head. He knew what she wanted. She wanted him to say it out loud, not just think it. She wanted him to tell the whole world for all to hear what he wanted her to do. His will seemingly shattered when a pretty girl held his cock in her hands and Harry quickly acquiesced her request.
"Please 'Mione, suck my cock."
Giving the head a quick kiss Hermione gave into his pleading, wrapping her lips around his shaft she quickly began descending on him. Her warm mouth felt heavenly, bobbing up and down on his length. Her tongue swirled around the underside of it, adding to the already mind numbing pleasure. It was masterful how quickly she became good at this. After only a handful of blowjobs Hermione was able to turn his mind to mush within seconds nowadays. Her mouth knew just the right way to twist and move. She knew the tempo and speed he loved the most. And she also knew that if she drugged her mouth back along the tip and sucked hard, it would drive him wild causing his hips to twitch and spasm wildly from the sensation. Her hands didn't stay idle either, with one coming up to rapidly twist and jerk what she couldn't fit in her mouth.
Suddenly the sound of a snapping twig echoed out from behind one of the bushes. Hermione was up in a flash, her wand springing out.
"Incarcerous!" she shouted, sending a bundle of ropes flying towards the thicket. A loud "Oof" was there answer as whoever was behind the foliage was hit with the thick ropes of her spell. With another flick of her wand the peeping tom came floating into the small alcove. The individual wore Slytherin green robes with platinum blonde hair. Harry thought for a brief moment it was Malfoy who was spying on them but that idea was quickly dashed when he saw the large curves and the porcelain pretty face of the individual.
"What the hell Granger? You didn't have to bloody tie me up!", Daphne Greengrass yelled, eyes glaring into the scowling brunette. Hermione muttered a quick finite, ending the spell holding the blonde hostage.
"I wouldn't have had to tie you up if you weren't spying on us Daphne! What are you even doing out here anyway." Hermione cried back. The girl in question rose quickly, dusting her robes off.
"I was on my way back from visiting with my cousins in the Beauxbaton carriage for Merlin's sake. It's not my fault I happened to walk by as you were swallowing Potter's cock!" the girl exclaimed, though something was off. Her robes were ruffled but not by the ropes. It was as if they'd been shifted and loosened around her chest and groin. Her face was flushed too, not just in anger but also excitement.
Harry voiced his findings over to Hermione through their link. Hermione quickly scanned the girl finding the same thing.
"Bollocks to that Greengrass! You weren't just passing by, you were intentionally spying on us. What? You get off on peeping on people now?" the girl shouted.
Daphne's face screwed up in anger once more before she stopped and breathed out. Suddenly the cool mask of the Slytherin Ice Queen was upon her face.
"Look, I apologize for intruding upon your private time. Let's just forget this happened and I'll leave you be to go back to your…well I'll leave you be."
"How do we know you won't tell anyone?" Harry blurted out quickly before the girl went to leave. Turning to him the girl raised an eyebrow at him. "It's just that me and Hermione haven't really told anyone about us. Despite what the Skeeter bitch says, we just started dating and wanted to keep it between us for a while before announcing it to anyone." Not the whole truth, but he and Hermione had discussed keeping their relationship a secret until at least the first task was over and the threat of death by flaming lizard didn't hang over Harry's head.
Daphne just stared at Harry for a moment before sighing. "Fine, Potter. What do you want?"
"What?" the boy questioned.
"I technically owe you for intruding on your's and Granger's alone time. Tell me what I can do to prove I won't go blabbing about it and repay my debt at the same time."
"Well just, uh, Hermione a little help here?"
Hermione rolled her eyes before coming to his rescue. "Do you know Occlumency?" the girl asked. Daphne widened her eyes in surprise before nodding.
"Not a lot of pure blood families still practice it since Legilimency was made illegal years ago, but the Greengrasses have always prided themselves on their proficiency in the mind arts." she expounded.
Hermione just nodded. "Good, then you can teach us. Something happened recently that's made it vital for us to learn it. We tried to glean as much as we could from an old tome we found but the authors instructions were…lacking."
Daphne snorted, "I'm not surprised. It's a magic that requires a lot of in person testing to get right. I'll warn you though, I'm not a master at the subject. Compared to some, my mental shields would be considered slightly above average. The only one I know of who can claim to be a true savant at the subject would be Professor Snape." Harry was surprised at that little tidbit of information but said nothing.
"It's fine. We don't need to be the greatest of all time at it, we just need to know enough to get by." Hermione stated.
Daphne thought for a few moments before answering. "Fine, I'll do it. When and where?"
"Next Wednesday after dinner. Meet us on the 7th floor by the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy."
Daphne nodded once before turning once more to stalk off. Hermione bit her lip in thought and what she had in mind caused Harry's eyes to widen and snap to her.
'Oh come on love, she was obviously watching us and it turned her on, why not punish her a bit for it.'
Harry thought for a moment. It was true that what Hermione had in mind did interest him, plus the bushy haired witch seemed almost…excited at the prospect. With a sigh the teen just nodded towards the girl, who broke out into a smile at his acceptance.
"Oh and Daphne! There is just one more thing. We want to make sure you keep your word just this once so we'll walk up to the castle with you." Hermione called out. Daphne just nodded and cocked her head to the side in a 'well follow me then' gesture. "But you see the thing is, me and Harry were just getting started and we hardly get any alone time as it is. You wouldn't mind waiting for us would you?" Hermione purred out, stroking Harry's chest.
The blonde girl froze at the implication, her cheeks flushing bright red. She made to say something but seemed to change her mind snapped her mouth close. Nodding, she didn't even try to pretend to give them space, instead she layed her school cloak out onto the ground by a tree and sat facing them.
Hermione smirked at the girl, excitement running through her. Harry himself throbbed at the idea of the buxom blonde spectating their love making.
Without missing a beat Hermione practically tackled him to the ground. Her mouth once more on his. The girl was wild, apparently pent up from the days events and excited at being watched. It was a new one for Harry but one he happily obliged. The brunette began working the buttons on his shirt, desperately trying to reach his flesh while grinding her clothed pussy upon him. When Daphne had interrupted earlier he managed to pull his trousers up to cover himself, yet no further. So once Hermione had succeeded in removing his shirt, her hands quickly reached down and deftly pulled his loose pants and boxers off, exposing him once more to the cool night air.
Pulling off his lips Hermione, grabbed her wand and with a wave vanished her own pants and knickers before looked down into his eyes. 'No more waiting, just fuck me. Now!' she screamed in his mind. Happily obliging her request, Harry reached down positioning himself quickly at her slick entrance. With one thrust he pushed into her, spearing her almost to the hilt.
"Oohhh yesssss" she moaned out to the sudden intrusion. She placed her hands on Harry's exposed chest and began to bounce a top his thick cock. Her legs worked up a storm, this new position proving to be much more physically taxing on the girl but the sensations rolling through her body were worth it. Harry's own hips met hers with every bounce, their skin slapping together hard and the sound reverberating across the lake.
The sensations of a girl on top felt amazing for Harry. To feel Hermione atop him, her tight cunt walls stretching out and tightening around him with each bounce was fantastic. Only one thing could make it better the teen thought, reaching up he tugged upwards at the hem of her sweater. The sexy witch took the hint, pulling her sweater over her head between thrusts. She worked furiously at the buttons of her shirt before Harry too grew impatient and reached up, ripping the buttons apart in one swift movement. Now exposed to the air, Hermione's braless breasts stood out proudly. Her stiff nipples pointed out from her arousal.
Harry couldn't help himself at the beautiful sight. He sat up quickly and took one off the stiff nubs between his teeth, biting and sucking hard. Not forgetting its twin, he brought his hand up to massage and pinch the other between his fingers. Hermione groaned loudly at his ministrations, the tiny shocks of pain joining quite lovely with the pleasure of his length invading her womanhood. Looking to the side, Hermione made to check on their unexpected guest, the sight making her pussy clench hard in arousal.
There sat the beautiful and haughty Daphne Greengrass, hand under the hem of her pants working her clit with a passion. Her crystal blue eyes watched their joining with rapt attentions. Her mouth stood agape, breathing in sharp gasps of pleasure from her fingers quick work.
It was an astonishing sight, to see the Slytherin Ice Queen rub herself like a common slut while watching them fuck. It was a sight that made Hermione tip over the edge almost instantly, her walls tightening impossibly and juices gushing out onto Harry's abdomen.
"Fuuuuucccckkkkk!" she screamed out, her body convulsing at the waves of pleasure wracking her nerves.
Harry reveled in the feeling of her climax, but refused to stay idle. Grabbing her hips quickly, he began to thrust upwards as fast as he could. Hammering into the girl with all his might, fighting to prolong her climax as long as possible. A quiet squeak to his right brought his attention to their on looker. The blonde girl had began to rub herself even faster at Hermione's climax yet the sight of Harry's thick cock roughly slamming into the girls tight pussy from below became her undoing, her own orgasm ripping through her body as she came hard at the couples love making.
Harry worked even faster at the sight. Hermione had collapsed on top of him, her orgasm plateauing and refusing to come down from the high as Harry kept abusing her pussy. Her only response being quiet short moans at the boys every thrust. For Harry his own peak was building fast, the pressure of his climax building rapidly in his balls. But it wasn't his thrusting that finally made him release. It was a fantasy that Hermione had accidentally played in her mind, of the two of them and Daphne Greengrass with Harry fucking her sweet pureblood pussy from behind and Hermione grinding her wet snatch into the Ice Queens face. The image sent him over the edge, unable to hold back at the kinky thought. With a roar he erupted into Hermione's awaiting pussy. His seed coating her walls and filling her to the brim with his molten hot spunk.
Finally, a while after his climax ended, and all three teens caught their breath, Hermione perked her head up and eyed Daphne.
"So see you Wednesday, yes?"
Chpater 4: Occlumency For Dummies
Harry entered the dimly lit room without a sound, his feet dampened by the use of a silencing spell he picked up years ago. He surveyed the room quickly, noting that his target was the only sole occupant. Said target faced away from him, head bent over a chart of some sort and their wand tracing the air above it. They were muttering something but Harry could not discern what exactly.
Sticking to the shadows, Harry approached. Like a silent predator stalking its prey he crept forward with deadly intent. His target was still none the wiser, even as he now stood not two meters behind them.
With a flash his wand struck out and a piercing scream filled the air.
"HARRY POTTER WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING!?!"
Harry simply cackled at the sight before him. Daphne Greengrass now stood with her hands and feet bound and her body tied tightly with a large red bow. The woman herself was red faced with irritation and embarrassment as the bow itself was transfigured from her clothes, leaving her now bare-naked for all to see.
"I don't see what's so funny Potter!" She screeched, "That was my favorite bra!"
The green eyes man smirked at her indignation. "Don't worry love, you'll get it back later. Though I must say this new one looks so much better on you!"
Without waiting for the girl to respond Harry swooped her up bridal style and carried her out of the study they were in. She slapped her hands across his chest a few times, though without any fire behind them, before she finally gave up and fell limp into his chest.
"When Hermione said she wanted me naked on her bed for her birthday you know she was joking right?"
"Are you honestly complaining? If I remember correctly, you're the one who mentioned the bow."
The blonde blushed crimson at the memory. That would be the last time she drank sherry with her to lovers on an empty stomach.
Harry waved his fingers as best he could at the set of double doors they were approaching. With a click the dark oaken fixtures swung open revealing a large king sized bed in the middle of a warmly decorated bedroom. Upon the bed, a small figure lay contained in a cocoon of blankets. The only evidence that she was even there was the large pile of long curls peaking out from under the duvet.
Daphne went to warn the man carrying him to be silent as their partner seemed to still be asleep. Yet before she could, she found herself flying through the air briefly before landing on the soft mattress. If the squeak she let out didn't awaken the sleeping bookworm then the bouncing of the bed certainly did.
With a flash, Hermione's body rose up, her arm reaching for her wand. It took her a few seconds but soon she was able to properly take in the sight of a widely grinning Harry Potter, and a very naked Daphne Greengrass in front of her.
"Happy Birthday?" Daphne mumbled out as the brunette observed her.
Hermione rolled her eyes slightly, before crawling towards the bound girl. The brunette dipped her head down, placing a chaste kiss upon the blonde's soft lips.
"Thank you dear." Sitting up Hermione leveled Harry with an amused look.
"You know I was just joking about this being my present right?"
"Don't, I've already made that argument with him and he didn't seem to care all that much." Daphne muttered.
Harry just shrugged, his attention was soon turned back to the nude witch as she squirmed a bit under his partner. Looking down, Harry drunk in the sight of her. Blonde hair cascaded down her chest framing it like a golden halo. Her large breasts strained against the fabric of the ribbon, her nipples visible as they poked through the lacy material. Trailing his eyes downward, he took in the image of Daphne's flat stomach as it gave way to the swell of her large hips. Her pussy was hidden under the ribbon, yet he could still picture it. Pale pink and hairless. Surely moistening at that very moment as she anticipated the activities to come.
The girl didn't have to wait long as Hermione, hearing all of the depraved thoughts running through his head, soon grew turned on as well. Bending down once more, she captured the lips of the blonde once more.
Instead of chaste this kiss was frantic and needy. Daphne moaned against the bookworm's lips, her thighs rubbing together as best they could while tied up and her hands struggling to free themselves so they could wound their way through Hermione's hair.
Harry watched on transfixed as he always did when he witnessed the two of them kiss. He could feel himself harden in his trousers yet made no move to act on it yet. He simply wanted to enjoy the sight of the two beauties passionate kiss.
It was only when Hermione's hand snaked down and dived under the thin material to cup the blonde's mound did they stop. Daphne's head snapped pack in a moan as Hermione's thin fingers teased her outer lips. Hermione herself gazed at Harry, a sultry smile splayed upon her lips.
"Come on love. Come help me unwrap my birthday present."
Harry was upon the bed in a flash, the girls giggled at his excitement. Hermione reached up and tugged on the hem of his shirt. Harry acquiesced her request, allowing the thin garment to be pulled off of him. The brunette eyed his bare chest and toned abdomen, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips at the sight. She leaned forward, hand grasping at his chest as she met his lips in a similar fashion to her kiss with Daphne.
Their lips danced, tongues swirling and melding together. Their minds connecting to that familiar place of sweat bliss within the other's head. Even with such a simple act, they still fell head over heels into each other's being. Simply wishing to be lost in it forever.
"Ahem, forgetting somebody?" The annoyed voice of their third partner spoke up.
Gracefully they ended their kiss, Hermione the first to look down at the prone blonde between them.
"Of course not my love." She said tenderly, hand rubbing the outside of Daphne's cheek. "We could never forget about such a gorgeous present now could we?"
The girl leaned into the touch yet suddenly let out a gasp. Looking down she caught sight of a familiar mess of black tresses between her legs. Somehow Harry had managed to move downward and swiftly free her legs before diving between them. The man now feasted upon her womanhood, tongue swirling and lapping at her sensitive clit. The sensations were exquisite and Daphne couldn't stop herself from throwing her head back with a moan.
"Mmm does that feel good my love? To have him worship your folds and give your sweet cunt all the attention it deserves?" Hermione moaned into her ear, teeth nipping at the lobe. The blonde could do nothing but whimper. Dear god did she love when the bookworm talked naughty.
Suddenly a pair of pale creamy thighs were thrown over her as her hands were freed with a flick of a wand. Her gaze latched onto the sight of Hermione's dripping wet snatch right above her head.
"As much as I love to watch you moan at our boyfriend's oral skills, it is still my birthday and I intend to enjoy myself as well."
Harry watched on, mouth full of Daphne's quivering cunt as Hermione slowly lowered her own pussy down onto the blonde's mouth. Daphne latched on almost greedily, tongue lapping frantically at the birthday girl's folds. His already hardened cock was straining dangerously at the sight. Wanting to press on before the truly heavenly sight caused him further excitement Harry decided to up his game.
Without warning, he sunk a digit into the Slytherin girl's sweltering depths. Her walls clenched almost instantly around the invading finger and he heard a muffled groan emanate from the girls occupied lips. Slowly he began to pump the digit in and out, moving it almost in a come hither motion. He could feel his finger swiping across the familiar rough patch of nerves within the blonde's walls and if her increased moans and jerking hips were any indication, he wasn't far from obtaining his goal.
With a scream into Hermione's own mound, the girl came. Her hips flung upwards wildly as she unconsciously ground herself upon the green eyed wizard's face. Her hands flung out to grasp tightly around Hermione's thighs. Daphne's mind went blank as her climax ripped through her. Her only instinct was to dive further into the cunt above her with a passion. Hermione definitely enjoyed her ministrations, as soon the brunette too was convulsing from a mind-numbing pleasure that climbed up her spine.
Both girls paused for a few moments, giving themselves time to come down from their climaxes. Hermione pulled herself off of the buxom witch below her. She flopped down on her back, panting for breath. Yet she would get little reprieve.
Harry chose this moment to settle between her legs, hand coming up to tease her orgasm soaked lips. Hermione groaned at the sensation, still slightly too sensitive for the light touches. Instead she reached downwards and wrapped her fingers around the hardened cock that was simply begging for entrance. With a few pumps, she pulled him forward and raked the tip along her outer lips until it was nestled at her entrance.
Without needing a word, Harry plunged in stretching the girls walls once more with his girth.
Hermione's hands flung out to wrap around Harry's shoulders. Nails raked into the skin of his back as he began to pump in and out of her tight pussy.
"F-faster." the girl moaned into his ear.
Harry complied, ramming his hips faster and harder into the brunette's wet tunnel. The room filled with the sound of their hips smacking against each other as Harry pounded her relentlessly. Hermione's face contorted into one of pure pleasure as her cries began to peak. Daphne was by her side in an instant, seemingly recovered from her own post organismic bliss. The blondes mouth worked on the side of Hermione's neck while her hand made to roughly grasp the girls jiggling breast.
"Fuck I love watching you get pounded by our man's fat cock. Just seeing it stretch you open as your greedy cunt takes it all it my own personal heaven. Do you love it? Do you love feeling that big cock stretching your poor little pussy wide? Do you love when it turns you into a moaning little slut?" Daphne purred into her ear. Her hand slithered down to the bookworms folds, rubbing small circles into the girls clit as Harry continued to piston in and out of Hermione's wet pussy.
It was all too much for the girl and in an instant her climax ripped through her. "YES OH FUCK YES I DOOOOOOO!"
The brunette's hips jerked and spasmed violently once more as she came around Harry's hammering cock. A splash of juices coated his groin, the girls moan turning to whimpers. He kept up his pace even as her spasming walls clamped onto his member, trying to draw it in as deep as possible. Hermione's eyes rolled into the back of her head, this orgasm proving to be her downfall.
Harry slowed his thrusts before eventually pulling out of her tight depths. His cock strained with his own needed release yet Hermione seemed out for the count. A snort brought his attention to the blonde at her side.
"Fuck, only two orgasms in and we already fucked her brains."
He let out a light laugh at the girls joke. Crawling forward to the girls side, Harry brought his own hand upon her pussy, teasing the inner lips slightly. Daphne shivered at the contact, eyes filled with lust peering into his own.
"And by my count you're only at one, we can't have that now can we?"
In a flash Daphne was upon him. Her legs thrown over his waist as she positioned his cock with her hand. With no hesitation the girls speared herself upon his hard cock, a long throaty moan leaving her lips. She waited for nothing as she started to bounce upon the hardened length with a frenzy. Her large tits bounced wildly from her movements and Harry couldn't help but to raise his arms and take the flashy globes within his grasp.
By his side Hermione groaned at their movements, the brunette seeming to come back to life and move to cuddle into Harry's side. Harry glanced at her as she watched Daphne slam her down upon his girth, moaning wantonly while Harry groped and kneaded her tits.
Harry could feel his own peak coming as the girl fucked herself upon his cock. Yet strangely the sound of Daphne's moans petered off even while her mouth stood agape. Hermione's own breaths became ragged and he looked down at the girl to see her own face screwed up with pleasure.
She too peered at him, and through her gasps she spoke.
"Should I be jealous that you're dreaming of another woman while we're having sex?"
Suddenly the world around Harry faded away to reveal the familiar sight of the Room of Requirement. No longer was it Daphne atop of him, but Hermione. Her hips rocking back and forth as she ground herself upon his length. Too surprised to stop himself Harry couldn't hold off his sudden release. He grasped Hermione's hips tightly as he came deep into her depths. After a moment his climax finished, the girls pussy soaked with his seed. he limply fell back onto the bed as Hermione lay atop him, nuzzled on his chest.
"I was dreaming?" He rasped out.
Hermione hummed in confirmation. "Quite the dream too. I was asleep for the first part, yet I could still see it. It was only when you started to rub yourself into my ass did I wake up."
"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry you had to see that-"
Hermione hushed him with a kiss.
"It's okay love. I don't expect you to control your dreams. If I didn't shout at you for the one you had about Alicia, Katie, and Angelina in the quidditch showers last week why would I admonish you now?"
Harry nodded, a wave of relief flooding through his chest. He was a little embarrassed at the fact she was privy to all his wet dreams but it wasn't the end of the world. Hermione just smiled, kissing him again before laying back down.
'Plus I would be lying if I said I wasn't interested in fucking Daphne with you…' the girls thought slipped into his mind.
Harry's heart nearly stopped at the admission.
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The days passed on quickly enough. With Wednesday morning echoing their soon to be meeting with the blonde Slytherin. Daphne had barely acknowledged them at all since their rendezvous by the lake but Harry did catch the girl peering briefly at them from across the great hall during mealtimes. His own thoughts would betray him when they centered around the girl. His mind harking back to the vivid dream he experienced.
Hermione would always tease him when this happened but he knew just how aroused it would make the bookworm as well. Neither would admit to the memory leading to a few instances of broom cupboard sex. Though something interesting did happen during one instance when Harry was fucking Hermione from behind in one of the secret passages. His mind betrayed him and started to imagine Daphne's own large bum rippling with the power of his thrusts. He felt Hermione focus on that thought in an instant yet instead of anger like he expected, the girl just screamed out as she came hard around him.
Needless to say, Daphne Greengrass became a focus for the both of them. And it was her who was on their mind as they ascended the 7th floor staircase and towards the Room.
Daphne was waiting for them there already. Standing patiently in front of the dancing troll tapestry.
She turned her head at the sound of their approach, her gaze eyeing their entwined hands for barely a moment before meeting their faces. Harry swore he saw a light dusting of a blush upon her cheeks but it was gone before he could even be certain. Her infamous 'Ice Queen' mask slipping once more into place.
"You're late." She intoned, her voice slightly clipped.
"I don't remember us ever telling you a specific time. Hermione told you after dinner and it's after dinner so how could we be late?" Harry questioned, a teasing lilt to his own voice.
Hermione chastised him in his head at his comment but he brushed it off. The blonde just rolled her eyes at his question, instead turning towards Hermione. Hermione blushed at the girls attention. Harry could sense her mind imagining the Slytherin naked in front of them. A slight smirk splayed on his lips but the elbow into his ribs from the bookish girl wiped it from is face.
"Let's just head inside shall we?"
The Slytherin just raised her eyebrow at Hermione's comment.
"Inside where? There's nothing else on this floor except the astronomy tower and your common room. Seeing as I absolutely refuse to march right into the lions den and I doubt any of us want to freeze our tits off in the tower, I'm not seeing a whole lot of options."
Harry laughed and walked forward. "Well then it seems like you don't know as much as you thought." Harry teased.
He paced along the blank stretch of wall opposite the tapestry until finally the room he desired was called forth. Daphne's eyes widened in shock, a look that soon turned to mouth gaping awe as they entered the room to find a cozy common room not too dissimilar to the Slytherin one he remembered. Hermione's idea not his. She claimed it would make the girl more comfortable and calm her.
Harry couldn't fight off the slight smile of mirth he felt growing as he watched her reaction. It wasn't often many got to surprise the Ice Queen of Slytherin yet they were basically handed the opportunity on a silver platter. Hermione merely huffed along their connection but he could feel the slight amusement emanating off her as well.
Daphne walked around the room, eyes alight in curiosity as she took in the wonder of magic in front of her.
"How long- When did this- What is this?" She stammered out, her gaze trailing along the familiar environment.
Hermione chose this moment to speak up, always ready to share knowledge.
"The elves call it the Come and Go Room but we know it as the Room of Requirement. It conjures up an exact replica of any room we desire along with various items. No food though, and the items it can conjure seem to be limited to a degree but I am not quite sure on that. We've only had a week or so to truly test it out."
"And just when have either of you visited the Slytherin common room before?" The stunned blonde inquired, leveling the couple with a questioning gaze.
Harry just smirked widely at her. "We can't just reveal all our secrets to you Greengrass. Though I must say I'm quite jealous of your house's view of the lake."
The girl narrowed her eyes at his comment but let it go quickly. Choosing a chair opposite a couch, the girl sat and motioned for them to do the same. After they did so she leveled them with a thoughtful look before seemingly deciding on something as she opened her mouth to speak.
"Let's start with what you know of Occlumency so far. Granger you said you found a book on the subject? What were you able to glean from it."
The bookworm thought for a moment as she recalled the words of the text. Harry could practically recite them by heart at this point with the amount of time the girl dwelled on it.
"The author wasn't very clear on his instructions as I said before." Hermione began, "He mentions finding your neutrality, to clear your mind of everything but we've found that much easier said than done. Especially for us…" the girl trailed off.
Daphne looked as if she was about to question Hermione's small slip yet Harry butted in before she could.
"The bloke seems to just assume that we'd be able to get that part down easy enough because he just goes on to explain the uses of Occlumency in detail."
The blonde witch seemed to accept this excuse as she mulled over their words for a moment.
"I believe I know where you're going wrong then." She began. "You've mistaken the authors words. You two are focusing on the clearing your mind part yet that is not what he means at all. It is nearly impossible for anyone to truly clear their mind of anything." With this she stood, wand in hand.
"You see when the text says to 'find your neutrality' it does not mean to simple find some sort of inner calm or zen or what have you. It means to find a neutral place within your mind. An image, an emotion, anything really, that you know intently. You must encompass yourself with it, overlay it across all your other thoughts" With this she conjured a gray sheet of paper and a small red ball. She wrapped the paper around the sphere until nothing left of it could be seen.
"Nothing spectacular or extremely meaningful as that can potentially lead intruders into your mind along a thread to other memories or secrets. It needs to be completely neutral. For instance mine is the image of my favorite tree to sit under and read at my family estate. It is something important to me that I know well, yet isn't directly tied to any of my important thoughts or memories."
Hermione mulled over her words yet Harry could already feel the questions forming in her mind.
"But how does this help with protecting your mind then? I understand misdirection with a useless thought but how we supposed to repel any attacks?" The bushy haired witch inquired.
The Slytherin just smiled. "How about a demonstration? Find your image and once you feel as if it's fully encompassed you I'll try to attack your mind. I promise nothing intense and I won't try to go digging around. You'll just need to try and push whenever you think you've detected me."
Hermione looked to him, questioning what he thought about her proposal. Harry just mentally shrugged, not seeing what they really had to lose. Though he promised to watch the blonde witch closely as she performed the demonstration. Hermione nodded once and the two girls began.
It took some time for Hermione to find her neutrality, and when she did Harry almost couldn't help chuckling. Of course her neutral image would be the feeling of fresh parchment.
Hermione worked her way towards enclosing herself within her image. Daphne coached her through it, her chair pulled close in front of the bookworm. Harry was shocked when she finally succeeded as suddenly without warning, the constant stream of thoughts and emotions he grew accustomed to feeling from the girl stopped at once. It left a strange buzzing noise inside the boys head that disorientated him greatly. His hand came up to grasp his forehead, trying to ground himself from the overwhelming emptiness he suddenly felt.
"I suspected that would feel a little weird for you." Daphne's voice echoed into his ears. He glanced up wearily at the girl, her gaze upon him in intrigue. Hermione sat adjacent to her, eyes closed and a look of concentration on her face.
"W-what did you d-do to her?" Harry gasped out, head still spinning. He had to lurch forward a bit in order to fight down the sudden nausea.
"I didn't do anything. She's simply done what was instructed. Wrapping your mind with an image like that is hard to control the first few times. I suspect she made the same mistake I did my first time and wrapped it too tightly. I highly doubt she can even hear or would even be able to see at all if she opened her eyes."
Slowly but surely his mind adjusted to the empty chasm. The buzzing silence still remained but he was able to fight down the disorientation. Sitting up once more he glanced back up to the blonde. She was no longer watching him. Instead she was staring into Hermione's now open eyes intently.
The two girls stayed that way for about half a minute until suddenly with a soft gasp Daphne lurched back slightly with her head rubbing the bridge of her nose. Hermione doing the same half a moment later.
"Bloody hell Granger, when I said push I didn't mean with the strength of a Hippogriff. Ow!"
Hermione wasn't listening to her though. When she dropped her image, their connection returned full force. Their presence filled one another once more, emotions running high as they both reveled in the sorely missed sensation no matter how short their mental separation was. When it happened she had flung herself forward into Harry's arms. Their thoughts were incoherent, but no words needed to be traded. Just the sound of each other's voices inside their minds was extremely comforting.
Daphne watched on transfixed as the two clung to each other desperately. Their embrace soon lead to a joining of lips. Their mouths seemingly hungry for one another. She had never seen something as passionate as the sight before her now. She felt ashamed in a way to be privy to what felt like a very private moment.
Finally the two broke apart as the need for air had become too important to ignore.
"Well if you two are quite done then. May we continue?" The blonde asked with her eyes averted and a blush hanging from her cheeks.
Both teens nodded sheepishly, turning their attention back to her. Yet before they could continue Harry's mind finally caught up to him.
"Wait, you said you suspected I would feel weird when Hermione blocked her mind off. Why?" The messy haired wizard asked. His eyes narrowed in suspicion, "What do you know Daphne?"
Daphne at the very least had the decency to wince slightly before she made to answer. "Nothing concrete." the witch began, arms raised in a placating manner. "I only guessed a few things after watching you two the past couple of days. I'm guessing the two of you can hear each other mentally to some degree?"
At both teens panicked expressions the Slytherin simply nodded.
"As I thought. Everyone knows you two are close so a degree of non-verbal communication is expected, but after watching the two of you I knew there had to be something else going on. My grandmother was a magical researcher back in the day so I've learned of a few obscure mental magics that could link two people together. It wasn't too much of a leap to assume you both had performed something similar. I mean especially after the- ahem- other night, the both of you were just too in sync with your- uhm- activities." She finished with a blush.
"So because we're good at sex you assumed we just had to have performed some type of obscure magic?" Hermione questioned, her eyebrow rising in disbelief.
Daphne snorted. "Of course not Granger. No, it was only after you mentioned wanting to learn Occlumency that I really started to suspect something was up. Adding everything else on top of it and it was the only thing that made sense."
She saw their unease persist in their eyes and she sighed.
"Look you don't have to tell me what happened or why you did it. Not my business, but if we're going to. keep working together like this you need to at least tell me what spell it was. I can't help you avoid that separation you both felt if I don't know what I'm dealing with."
The two Gryffindors talked mentally back and forth between themselves. They both had some measure of mistrust with Daphne yet she had only told them the truth thus far, even if her methods of information gathering raised some concern. In the end they settled to let the issue go for the moment when Hermione raised the point that she had kept her word and did not venture forward to peer deeper into her mind.
With a nod from Harry, Hermione turned back to the girl. "Okay fine. But if one word of this gets out Greengrass…"
"Yes, yes you'll feed my soul to a dementor or what have you." She waved off.
Hermione nodded. "Good, what do you want to know?"