Chapter 11: Fun With A French Flower
Susan moaned out at the wonderful sensation's coming from her pussy. Hooded eyes peered down as she raked her nails through the honey-blonde hair of her Slytherin lover. Daphne's deep blue eyes stared back as the girl mercilessly attacked her clit.
"Ah! Yes right there!" The redhead gasped out.
The blonde simply hummed into her dripping cunt, tongue continuously lashing out at the sensitive bundle of nerves that she knew drove Susan crazy. Without warning, the busty Hufflepuff back arched as her mouth flew open in a silent scream. Thick creamy thighs wrapped tightly around Daphne's head as a torrent of juices splashed against her tongue.
Susan's mouth spewed out a flow of incoherent words as she came down from her orgasmic high.
"When I said to find something to do while we waited, I didn't mean each other…" Hermione remarked from her chair opposite the two.
Daphne wiped her mouth as she turned to face the bushy-haired girl. "Nobody said you couldn't join us~"
Hermione rolled her eyes before holding up the thick book in her hands. "Well, apparently I'm the only one who remembers we have exams coming up!" She exclaimed.
Susan giggled as she slid down behind Daphne, reaching around to fondle the blonde's soft breasts. "Oh come on Hermione, we're just as prepared as you are." The redhead dove down to suckle on the Slytherin girl's neck causing her to bite her lip hard, forcing back a moan. "You just stress about it twice as much!" Susan finished as she broke away from her neck, leaving behind a patch of bruised skin.
The petite girl considered them for a moment, eyes glued to where Susan's hands worked their magic on Daphne's tits.
"Oh fine!" She exclaimed, slamming her book closed. With a huff she began to strip, joining her girlfriends in their state of nakedness. Susan and Daphne just giggled as the bookish girl pulled off her clothes in rapid succession.
Daphne surged forward as soon as Hermione's knickers came off. She didn't even grace the girl with a kiss before her mouth was upon the Gryffindor's slick cunt. Hermione cried out instantly, her hand coming to thread through Daphne's hair as she fell prey to the girl's oral skills.
"I don't know how she does it, but Merlin is our girl a professional at eating pussy!" Susan laughed as she reached forward to give Daphne's ass a tight squeeze. The blonde simply responded by moaning into Hermione's quim and shaking her plump ass enticingly.
"J-just as good a-at sucking cock too according to H-Harry!" Hermione cried out, "Oh FUCK! JUST LIKE THAT!"
The bushy-haired girl whimpered as she came, body spasming uncontrollably while Daphne feasted on her folds. The blonde herself moaned as well, pushing her ass back as Susan's fingers sank into her dripping pussy. Tongue and mouth worked rapidly to lap up all of Hermione's tangy girl-cum, as the buxom witch herself grasped tightly onto the bookworm's thighs.
Susan's fingers were hitting her g-spot just right and it took all her willpower to hold on while her pussy spasmed around the invading fingers. That willpower collapsed as the redhead added another digit to the mix, this time plunging it into Daphne's tight back door.
Her mouth flew from Hermione's shaking pussy as she screamed out her own high-pitched moan. Hands grasped tightly around her girlfriend's thighs for support, while their busty Hufflepuff lover pumped her fingers frantically into the blonde's two tight holes.
It was this scene that Harry walked in on. The messy-haired teen paused momentarily before shaking his head with a smile and closing the door. However, he made it all of two steps before he froze again, eyes glued to the bed behind them. More specifically, glued to a very naked and tied up Fleur Delacour.
"Uh… so what did I miss?"
*The Night Before*
Hermione levitated the bound French champion into an unused classroom as her two girlfriends followed. With a flick of her wand, a chair flew from the corner of the room and landed before her. She ended the levitation spell without a word, dumping said foreign student onto the old wooden furniture.
"Now as much as I would love to draw this out, it's the middle of the night and these two already wore me out earlier." Hermione raised her wand level with the Veela's face. "So I think we'll just skip ahead a bit."
Fleur screwed her eyes shut tightly and waited for the impending spell. Yet one never came.
Instead, the thick ropes that bound her body vanished, blood rushing to the area where the circulation was cut off. Her eyes snapped open in confusion and she levelled the brunette with a questioning gaze.
"I do not understand? I thought-"
"That what? We would hurt you? Kill you even?" Hermione laughed. Fleur nodded hesitantly, rubbing her wrists to alleviate the tingling. "Don't be absurd! Like I said earlier, there are just a few things we need to discuss."
"Though I'm still happy to maim you a little if you feel disappointed." Daphne growled out from behind the petite girl. Hermione gave her a reproachful look but didn't correct her.
"Non! Non- tell me what it is you want to discuss." Fleur exclaimed quickly.
This time the reproachful look was directed at her. "Don't play stupid Delacour, it's insulting. Like I said we're tired and just want to get this over with so look-", Hermione leaned down to match her gaze, "We know you just snuck into the hospital wing and blew our boyfriend. We also know that you plan on trying to seduce him further, maybe even try stealing him away from us with a few shags. Are we wrong?"
Fleur didn't grace her with a regretful look, simply cocking an eyebrow in a 'Yeah what about it?' gesture.
"Thought so." Hermione stated simply, standing back up straight. "Well I regret to tell you that it won't work."
She couldn't stop the scoff from escaping her lips. "The cum still upon my tongue tells a different story!"
Surprisingly, the girls before her did not seem the least bit upset at her proclamation. In fact, the three of them seemed… smug.
"Oh, you believe a half-arsed blowjob will be enough to win Harry over? That's pitiful really." Susan stated with a roll of her eyes. Fleur sent a fierce glare to the red-headed girl, her pride stinging from the small barb.
"The truth is that we knew you'd try something with Harry tonight and decided to let you. We know who truly holds Harry's heart and nothing you do can get in between that, Veela or not. That being said… we are willing to let you try." Hermione said.
The blonde witch cocked an eyebrow at this. "You would let me seduce 'im?"
"She said try Delacour. We very much doubt you'll be successful." Daphne butted in with a snort.
Her eyes narrowed but she nodded, "And nothing is off limits?"
Hermione nodded. "Blow him, fuck him, do whatever you think you need to do, but there are some… concessions."
Some voice in the back of her mind told her to stop. To turn back now and admit defeat. But a much larger part screamed for her to agree, to accept the challenge and prove herself superior. It was no contest really, Fleur never did know when to quit.
"I accept."
Harry looked upon the bound Veela on the bed. The girl was on her knees, leaning back on a pile of pillows. Her hands and feet were tied up behind her, with thick ropes crisscrossing her body. Her large breasts were on full display, pushed out slightly by the bindings surrounding them. Her nipples were flushed red, the hardened nubs pinched between silver-coloured clamps.
Her thighs were spread wide and Harry took in the full, unobstructed view of her pinkish pussy. The hairless mound trembled between her thighs as her clit was attacked viciously by a small pill-shaped vibrator. A glittering from further down south drew his attention to the silver anal plug pushed into the French witch's asshole and if he wasn't mistaken, it too was vibrating just as intensely.
Judging by the large puddle under the girl's shapely ass, she had been under this treatment for quite some time.
It was her face that caused his cock to harden the most though. Mouth agape with a black ball gag, her hooded eyes stared right back at him with a thick sheen of lust. Muffled moans dripped out from behind the gag as her body jerked against its binds.
"She's been like that all night." Susan whispered into his ear from behind. He didn't know when the red-headed girl had snuck behind him, all he knew was suddenly her hot breath was tickling the skin of his neck as her hands snaked around to grasp his clothed cock.
"Does this have anything to do with last night?" He asked, his cock jumping at the pleasurable ministrations.
Hermione hummed from her seat, her chest still rising and falling rapidly from her earlier climax as Daphne lay limp in her lap. "Maybe a little. Though nothing was done without her consent"
Daphne chose that moment to sit up from the petite girl's legs, blonde hair a tangled mess. "You can have fun entertaining our guest. We were in the middle of something before you rudely interrupted us." The Slytherin spoke with a wink. She paid him no more mind as she leaned forward to capture Hermione's lips, the bushy-haired girl humming in appreciation.
From behind, Susan gave his cock one last squeeze before she released him. Placing a quick kiss on his lips, the busty redhead quickly ran back to her girlfriends, fully intending to join the fun.
Harry eyed the three raunchy girls hungrily. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself in a night of passion with the three sexy witches but they made it very clear what they expected of him. Though as he turned his gaze back to the tied-up beauty on the bed, he silently admitted this wasn't exactly some arduous undertaking.
Making his way to the bed, he shed his outer clothing one by one. He sat upon the plush mattress, his boxers and undershirt the only thing left. The girl's bare mound was barely two feet away from him and he could already smell her heavy arousal permeating the air.
His hand came up to ghost along her calf and lower thigh causing a shiver to run through the girl's already spasming body. Fleur looked back at him with pleading eyes, the haze of lust looking like desperate tears.
"I would ask if this is what you wanted Fleur, but I think you already knew very well what you were getting yourself into last night. Am I correct?"
The French witch's head nodded frantically, her body already heading for another orgasm as his hand dove down to caress her inner lower thigh. His fingers danced across the smooth skin, sometimes coming a hairsbreadth away from her dripping pussy.
"You were bold last night, but you should know I'm not something you can just take. I'm not someone to be ordered around or commanded. You might think you're above me and that I should grovel at your feet for your attention…" With this Harry pulled himself closer, looming above her as his face came writhing inches of hers. "but look at the lengths you went to just for one night with me?"
At his words, Harry pushed his teasing fingers into her slit. Fleur's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she came instantly. Her back arched, pushing against the robes and jutting her buxom chest out further. A muffled scream pushed past her ball-gag and Harry marveled at the feeling of her silky walls tightening around his fingers.
The French Veela collapsed back against the pillows as her body lost its strength. Her pussy still fluttered around his digits, yet he took this chance to explore her moist cavern. His palm pressed flat against her clit, the buzzing toy smashing against the sensitive nub causing the cum addled girl to gasp. His middle two fingers went to work, exploring deep into her pussy and raking against her burning hot walls as they returned.
Harry watched in fascination as the girl writhed and contorted under him. He had done his fair share of exploring with Hermione, Daphne, and Susan, memorizing every nook and cranny of their delectable bodies. Yet Fleur was unexplored territory, and try as he might even he could not deny the sheer excitement he felt about bedding a Veela.
Eyes tracked the jiggling movement of her perfect tits. With every fluttering breath she took, her massive globes rippled in a mesmerizing way. He couldn't help but dive down to take a taste, tongue lathering against the porcelain skin. As he continued to pump his fingers into her sweltering snatch, he licked up and down her breasts, circling her reddish-pink nipples and flicking the clamps pinching them.
Every new touch, bit, and caress drove new noises from her mouth. Yet his enjoyment of the sweet sounds was somewhat dampened by the gag. Sexy as it was, he wanted to hear the French witch beg for him. He wanted her to scream and cry for him to take her, pleading for his cock. Putting all of his want and intent into a singular thought, Harry channelled his magic and with a wave of his hand, banished the gag.
His celebration at the difficult bit of magic was short-lived as he looked down and realized that he also banished the rest of his clothes as well. Maybe his excitement for fucking the blonde was a bit higher than he thought and Magic responded.
'Oh well' He thought. It did make things simpler for him after all.
Shaking off his sudden nakedness, Harry brought his attention back to the girl below him. Now free from its obstruction, her mouth spewed forth a constant stream of mewls and gasping French. His fingers concentrated on a rough patch of skin he found within her cunt, grinning as a loud cry emanated from the blonde.
"Tell me what you want Fleur." He whispered.
She said nothing. Instead, her hands fought hard against the bindings, trying hard to rip them free from behind her back. Small whimpers bled from her lips, her eyes lock hungrily with his throbbing cock. He would not give in though. This was not just some simple bedroom fun, but a show of strength as well.
Like a flash, his hand not knuckle deep in her cunt flew up to pinch one of her already clamped nipples. The girl screamed at the mixture of pain and pleasure, her pussy tightening slightly around his fingers.
"I said tell me." He growled. Her chest and face were completely flushed now. Hips bucked against his hand as she tried desperately to keep the pleasure going. Her eye's locked with his once more, the unfiltered lust within the cerulean blue orbs rampaged within and he knew in that moment he had won.
"FUCK ME! PLEASE BAISE-MOI! " Fleur exclaimed.
Smirking, Harry waved his hand again and freed her hands and legs. The clamps and vibrator disappeared as well, but he kept the anal plug hilted in her asshole. Without any delay, the girl's legs clasped around his waist and pulled him in. Harry was quick to line his cock up with her dripping entrance, her legs barely hesitating to force his hips forward and stuff her tight cunt with his girthy length.
She let out a hiss as he pushed quickly into her. Nails raked down his back as she held him close. Strings of French whispered from her mouth, tinged with need and happiness. Harry cared not for her words though. Diving down he smashed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue past her soft plump lips and into her mouth. She squealed in delight at the contact, wasting no time to add her own tongue to the mix.
Pulling out of her constricting folds was a testament to his will. Never let it be said that Veela did not feel incredible. Her walls were velvety heaven and simply sheathed inside was the peak of pleasure. Slamming back into her though was even better.
Her hands snapped to her sides, clawing at the bed sheets under her. As his hips began to pound her wet snatch, loud moans akin to that of heaving sobs left her mouth. Harry grunted as her pussy muscles spasmed around him. Her cunt was like a vice and it already worked hard to milk him for all he was worth. With every mighty thrust, his cock hilted inside her, slamming into her depths and reshaping her entire pussy. While mind-boggling pleasurable, if he didn't change something up soon he would lose himself to her soaking cunt.
Sitting up, the messy-haired teen hooked his arms underneath the French girl's thick thighs. He bore down on her with his full weight, folding the curvaceous witch with ease. This new position pushed Fleur's ass into the air slightly, allowing Harry to slam down into her with all his might. Unbeknownst to him though, this new angle had one other caveat as Fleur cried under him from an intensive orgasm. His cock now pounded her G-Spot relentlessly, shocking her body with overwhelming pleasure. It addled her mind and set fire to her nerves, sending the silvery-haired girl over the edge.
"Oui! Ta bite me baise si bien la chatte!" She moaned in ecstasy.
If he had thought her pussy was tight before, it was nothing compared till now. He grunted in exertion as he struggled to pull himself out, her muscles grasping his cock tight and refusing to let go. Juices leaked wildly from her cunt, soaking his groin as the girl spasmed underneath him. However, even with her cumming underneath him, it wasn't enough. He wanted to break her.
With a growl, Harry lifted her up and changed positions once more. He pulled free from her clamping pussy and spun her around. Now on her stomach, Harry grasped her hips tightly and forced her up on her knees. Her monumentous ass stood before him. Round and full, it just begged to be slapped.
'SMACK' An echoing cry left Fleur's mouth at the hit, a small gush of juices spraying forth from her slit. Harry chuckled slightly, bringing his hand down twice more as he watched the flesh jiggle enticingly. Satiating that desire, he wasted no time in stuffing his cock back into her pussy. The French witch gasped as he plunged back into her, the man behind her not even allowing her time to adjust before he began to abuse her tight pussy once more.
If the jiggling of her ass cheeks from a few slaps was addicting, then the massive ripples from his powerful thrusts were intoxicating. Every clap of his hips against her bum sent shockwaves across the soft flesh. His hands sank into the giant cheeks. He marvelled at the suppleness. Even as he hammered into her fluttering quim, Harry made sure to explore the globes fully. His hands spread the globes fully, showing off her squelching pussy and the silvery butt plug still within her back door.
Just as he began to consider switching holes, the French Veela under him cried once more. He saw the butt plug in her ass twitch as she came, her mouth a torrent of whorish moans and grunts. Her legs shook against his and he was forced to switch his grasp from her ass to her hips as he stopped her from collapsing. Despite her shattering orgasm, Harry refused to slow down for her. His peak was finally nearing his breaking point and his only thought now was to fill this weeping cunt with his cum.
Something in the back of his mind told him to look up as he fucked her and when he did the sight almost took his breath away.
His girlfriends were tangled together atop a pile of blankets and pillows on another summoned bed. Hermione lay trapped between a strap-on wearing Susan and Daphne. The former drove into the bookworm's tight snatch, while the latter did the same to her asshole. Hermione was a moaning mess between them. The strength had long left her as she lay limply against Susan's breasts.
Susan's eyes glanced over at him, the sultry smile on her lips twisting into a full-blown smirk when she caught his gaze. The redhead winked at him with a blown kiss before she grasped Hermione's hips tighter and pushed deeper into the girl's cunt. The responded cry from the bushy-haired Gryffindor broke his resolve.
He had been fighting off their orgasms all night, his mental shields doing most of the work yet this close to the edge it was pointless to fight it. Just as Hermione climaxed, so did he.
With a groan, the dam broke and a torrent of cum flooded the Veela's womb. He pressed his cock into her as deep as it would go, wanting to paint every last inch of her cunt with his seed. On the other bed, Daphne shook too, pushing the strap-on deep into Hermione's ass as she came with her two connected lovers.
For a few minutes, he sat there, fully hilted inside the French witch as he came down from his climax. The last drops of his seed had been long milked by her greedy pussy and now he just stayed there to catch his breath. Finally, with a grunt he pulled free from her used hole, his cum immediately pouring out in large white globs.
Fleur moaned quietly when he pulled out, the blonde girl rolling over on her back with some effort. She spread her legs wide, one hand tiredly snaking down to feel the warm cum leaking from her cunt. Surprisingly, she giggled at the feeling, bringing her hand back up to lick the sticky substance on her tongue.
"That was worth the wait I think." She sighed with a smile. "I do hope we can do so again another night."
A snort from the side of the bed drew their attention. Daphne, now straponless, plopped down onto the soft mattress.
"You think that was the end Delacour? I think you're ignoring one key detail." With a nod, the Slytherin girl directed her attention back to Harry. The green-eyed teen now stood at the foot of the bed making the French witch lean her head all the way back to see him. Yet it wasn't his face or body she beheld, but the still ragingly hard cock inches from her face.
"I believe our deal was you could do anything you wished with him tonight, as long as you satisfied him. Does my boyfriend look satisfied to you bitch?" Daphne whispered above her. "No? Well then open wide."
Fleur was too transfixed by the cock before her to fight or argue. Instead, she listened to the command robotically, opening her mouth wide. Her lips wrapped tightly around the thick member. As he pushed into her mouth she was able to distinctly taste her own juices that still coated his shaft.
Before long, his cock head hit the back of her throat. Fleur barely had time to make the proper adjustments to her head position before the invading meaty pole slammed into her gullet. Just like with her pussy, his hips were relentless. His cock pumped in and out of her throat with blazing speeds, forcing wet squelching gags from her lips as he ruthlessly fucked her face.
Harry revelled in the feeling of her spasming throat and soft lips. While not as enjoyable as her pussy, it was still euphoric to currently have his cock being swallowed by the Fleur Delacour. If Ron wasn't jealous of him before, he certainly would be now.
"Fuck~ Who would've thought watching your boyfriend face fuck another girl would be so hot?" Daphne muttered. The blonde rubbed her legs together in arousal, her own hands absentmindedly stroking the French girl's inner thighs.
"You already knew that, or do you not love watching me do the same to Susie and 'Mione?" He asked teasingly.
Daphne giggled, "True. But I didn't let you have all the fun then, nor will I now."
Without another word, the Slytherin girl repositioned herself until her and Fleur's legs were crisscrossed. Their pussies now stood inches apart and Harry watched on transfixed. With a bite of her lip, Daphne closed the distance, grinding her pussy against the other champions snatch. Simultaneous moans echoed out from both girls, Fleur's being much more muffled as her vocal cords massaged Harry's cock.
Harry hissed at the feeling but continued his face fuck. His balls slapped relentlessly against the witch's nose as he hammered her throat, and his hands dipped down to grasp the Veela's tits tightly, using them as impromptu handles for his oral abuse as he watched the scene before him.
Daphne's hips moved at blazing speeds. Her pussy was now coated in a mixture of his cum and Fleur's juices as she ground against her. His blonde girlfriend mewled with each rub of her clit as she hugged the French witch's thick thigh for support. Fleur too seemed to be enjoying the impromptu scissoring just as much as Daphne. The silvery blonde's throat was a constant stream of vibrating moans that brought Harry closer and closer to the edge.
Suddenly, Daphne froze atop the French girl, her mouth agape and eyes shut tight. Her body shook with an unseen force until, like a marionette with its strings cut, she fell limply with a throaty moan. Both girls' pussies were still connected by thin strings of cum.
Fleur whined from the sudden loss of pleasure. Her hand snapped downwards to cup her shaking pussy. Deft fingers attacked her clit as she rocked her head up and down slightly, mouth sucking him desperately for his release.
Harry gave in to her request. With his own loud moan, he pulled free from her mouth and let loose. Cum rained down onto Fleur, splashing against her face, tits, and stomach. He painted her porcelain skin with spurt after spurt of his milky white seed. The girl's tongue and mouth were still wide open, the blonde witch still trying desperately to catch as much of the cum as she could.
Finally, after a few moments, Harry sighed in contentment as his orgasm waned. He looked on at the witch below him, covered from head to tits in his cum and trying her damndest to scoop every last drop into her mouth. His cock had barely even begun to soften before the sight before him forced it erect once more.
Tonight would be a long night indeed. Not that he was complaining.
Chapter 12: An Honest Mistake
Soothing warm water poured down onto his tired body. He had spent yesterday training on the fly casting while dodging a hoard of stinging hexes flung at him by Ron and Hermione. Needless to say, Harry didn't dodge as many as would have liked, his aching muscles a testament to that.
The hot shower water did wonders on them, yet it wasn't the soothing heat that made him groan out.
Below him, Daphne and Susan sat on their knees as they lathered his cock with their wet tongues. The two girls positioned their mouths on either side of his shaft as they kissed and licked from base to tip.
Daphne pulled upwards to wrap her plush lips around his sensitive tip while Susan dove downwards to give attention to his sack. He moaned out as Daphne began to bob her head on his length. The velvety feeling of the blonde's mouth paired with the sensation of Susan massaging one of his balls with her tongue was heavenly.
As the red head switched targets, Daphne pushed herself further down his cock. Swallowing inch after inch, the Slytherin girl barely even hesitated to take him all the way down her throat with a wet *GAK*. She shook her head from side to side making Harry hiss in pleasure as her tight throat fluttered around him.
As she pulled her mouth back, Susan's tongue replaced it. The wet muscle lashed at the underside of his cock as she followed Daphne's mouth, ending with a kiss upon the blonde's lips before Susan took her turn to swallow his thick member.
She kept her mouth much shallower upon his length than Daphne. Her tongue ravished the sensitive glans on his tip as she sucked harshly every time she pulled back. The intense sensation would become almost unbearable before the red head would dive back down, all the while Daphne kissed and licked the remainder of his shaft while her hand massaged his sack.
It wasn't long before his own breaths became ragged and the pressure in his cock built. Feeling the swell of his cock in her mouth, Susan pulled off with a wet 'pop!' and began to jerk him rapidly with her hand. Daphne scooted up right next to her, both of the curvy witch's holding their mouths open wide while they eagerly awaited his seed.
With a groan, Harry erupted. Thick white ropes of cum rained down upon the two beauties faces. Susan giggled as some flew down to splash upon her large breasts while Daphne was already licking her lips clean of the sticky substance.
As the last droplets fell from his tip, both girls turned to face one another. Their lips met in a passionate embrace as the sexy witches traded his cum between themselves.
Harry could already feel himself reharden at the lewd scene in front of him. Daphne eagerly groped Susan's large breasts causing the red head to moan into her mouth. The curvy Slytherin's eyes fluttered open for a moment and immediately zeroed in on his stiff cock. With a giggle she broke the kiss.
"Looks like someone is enjoying the show Susie." Daphne smirked.
Susan turned to look with a smirk of her own. "How can you blame him? We are pretty hot love."
She leaned in to place another chaste kiss on the blondes lips before standing and grabbing a bottle of shampoo.
"Unfortunately I'll have to let you take care of that. Hannah and I are going to be working on an extra credit assignment today."
Daphne stood as well, turning to lean against the wall with her plump ass pointed out towards Harry. She threw him a sultry look over her shoulder, wiggling her hips enticingly. Harry needed no further prompting as he stepped forward, rubbing the engorged head of his cock along her damp folds. Lining up with her entrance, he pressed forward, easily pushing into her hot depths.
"Fuck yes~ Mmm are you sure love? Our boyfriend's cock feels bloody fantastic!" Daphne exclaimed.
Susan hummed as she washed the remainder of cum and shampoo from her hair. "Sorry babes. I've already canceled on Hannah twice this month, can't do it again. Don't wear each other out too much though, I'll be more than willing to give you both a ride later tonight." She said with a sultry smirk, reaching forward to lightly spank one of Daphne's rippling cheeks as Harry thrusted into her. Standing on her tip toes she placed a chaste kiss on Harry's lips before stepping out the shower.
"Have fun you two!" She called behind her.
Harry barely heard her as he grasped a handful of Daphne's damp blonde hair and slammed his hips harder into her shapely ass. The Slytherin witch cried in response, her pussy fluttering around him as her body was wracked by pleasure. Like so many times before, Harry was drunk off of her mere mental presence alone. The euphoric feeling causing his body to ache with a desperate need for her.
As Daphne grunted and gasped under him, his mind was suddenly assaulted with sudden flashes of Hermione's point of view. The bushy haired girl was currently in her dorm with the curtains spelled closed and her hand in her pants, wildly attacking her own folds. She was watching them he realized suddenly. The thought causing him to groan out as he nearly came then and there.
He held on a bit longer though, wanting to drive both girls to their own intensive climaxes. Deciding to put on a bit of a show, he gave Daphne's ass a few crisp smacks, enjoying the way the pale skin jiggled and red ended with every slap. The girl's own enjoyment was shown through the whorish moans she expelled with every smack, her pussy tightening around him each time. Her velvety grasp threatened to be his undoing and he knew it wouldn't be much longer until he was flooding her depths. Reaching down, his fingers found that oh-so sensitive nub of her clit and gave it a firm squeeze. The accompanying dual screams that flooded both his ears and mind was all he needed to finally release into the blonde's soaking pussy.
Daphne's hips bucked against his as he filled her womb. The girl's slick cunt walls fluttered around his cock as her own climax ripped through her. From what he saw through their connection, Hermione was in much the same boat. Her own hips were spasming as she plunged her fingers as deep as possible inside her whimpering quim. Slutty grunts flew from her lips as juices poured out, soaking her bedsheets.
With a satisfied sigh Harry released the final drops of his seed into Daphne's cunt. He pulled out with a wet squelch and watched as his cum began to instantly pour out from her pussy lips. The blonde hummed in contentment, still leaning against the wall as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Susie doesn't know what she's missing." Daphne breathed.
Susan knew very well what she was missing. It had been two weeks since their evening with Fleur and one since she performed the ritual with her three lovers. She had been a bit frustrated that night as she couldn't join in on the three's mental conversation/planning. So after discussing it with them, she finally decided to bite the bullet and join in on the fun.
And what fun it was!
She had no clue you could ever receive such pleasure merely by being in someone's presence before! It was intoxicating and was one of the big reasons why she had last minute canceled on Hannah twice so far.
Needless to say it was absolute torture peeking in on the two fucking plus Hermione's own solo session! She barely had enough time to slip into an empty broom cupboard to ride out the orgasm triggered by their shower fuck.
Completely overwhelmed with thoughts of kinky sex with her three lovers, she failed to notice the loud clunking sound of her defense professor turning the corner.
A harsh grunt echoed down the hall as she bumped quite forcefully into the man. She let out a high pitched squeak as her body was flung backwards and onto the ground from the contact. Pungent fumes invaded her senses, making her head dizzy and almost want to gag.
"10 points from Hufflepuff for not looking where you're bloody going, Bones!" Professor Moody growled.
She looked up, watching as he muttered curses under his breath while using his wand to clean a slimy green substance from his robe. A silver flask lay on the ground between them, the same putrid liquid spilling out from it. With a quickness that a man of his age and limited mobility shouldn't have, Moody snatched the flask up while shooting a glare her way. His magical eye buzzed around more than usual, flicking back and forth in rapid succession.
"Sorry Professor! It was an honest mistake, I swear!" She said hurriedly.
Moody just growled. "Constant vigilance Bones! Didn't your aunt ever teach you anything?!"
With that the retired auror hobbled off, still muttering quietly under his breath. Shaking off her shock at what just happened, Susan stood once more. She grimaced at the sight of some of the disgusting green liquid staining her shirt. With a sigh she flicked her wand at her chest, cleaning as much of it as she could, yet even when every last drop disappeared the strong smell remained.
"Ugh, just perfect." Susan gagged.
She had no clue what it was, but could only assume it was something similar to those health drinks she saw Hannah's mom make in one of those funny 'blan-dur' thingies. Muggles were weird.
She had always wondered how Moody ate anyway, seeing how he never touched a single bite of food in the great hall during mealtimes. Like many of the student populace, she thought that his flask was filled with a liquor of some sort but apparently not. Maybe it was how he consumed his meals perhaps? Still, would it kill him to use less vile ingredients?
Forcing the incident from her mind, Susan continued her journey down to the greenhouses. Entering the one her and Hannah chose at the beginning of their little project, she was greeted with the sight of her shorter blonde friend just beginning to set everything up.
"There you are! Was beginning to worry you'd cancel on me again. Potter get you all 'cock'-eyed on your way here?"
"Hannah!" Susan admonished, her face flushing red at her best friend's words.
Hannah rolled her eyes with a smirk. "Oh relax! I'm just teasing you babe. Quick question though, what on earth is that smell?"
Susan grimaced once more. "Don't wanna talk about it." She muttered.
At the hint of an embarrassing story, the blonde haired Hufflepuff's eyes lit up with interest. "Oh now you gotta tell me!"
Susan sighed. This was going to be a long day.
It had indeed been a long day. Hannah had spent the first hour badgering her for details on the incident until Susan finally cracked. Her friend then proceeded to laugh uproariously at her misfortune, adding in plenty of jokes and bad puns at her expense.
Still their project was a success and after Hannah calmed down they had a genuinely good time together, albeit with the occasional snort from the blonde as her mind raced back to Susan's tale.
Dinner had unfortunately already passed by the time she made it back to the castle. After saying goodnight to Hannah by their common room, Susan made a pit stop at the kitchens before making her way up to the Room with arms laden with snacks for her and her lovers.
She entered the room quietly, noting the presence of Hermione and Daphne sitting quietly as they worked on an assignment together.
"Where's Harry?" She's questioned, flopping onto a seat next to Daphne. The blonde merely shrugged, Hermione piping up in her place.
"He and the other champions got called down to the quidditch pitch a little while ago."
Susan hummed as she bit into one of the small pastries she nicked from the kitchens. The moan of delight caught Daphne's attention as she reached over and snatched one for herself.
"Hey!" Susan pouted.
Daphne poked her tongue out at her before biting into it. As she chewed her nose scrunched up in irritation. "Why do you smell like bloody polyjuice Susie?"
Susan's brow furrowed in confusion before realizing what the blonde meant. "Oh! It's not polyjuice. I may have sort of bumped into Professor Moody earlier and his flask spilled some weird gunk all over my shirt. I cleaned it up but the smell just won't go away!"
Hermione perked up in interest. "What did the gunk look like?"
Susan shrugged. "Sort of greyish green? I don't really know, I was much more interested in getting the disgusting stuff off me."
Daphne snorted. "Love that sounds like polyjuice. Even the smell part. The Fluxweed needed for it is very pungent. Especially in that potion as it calls for the plant to be picked on a full moon, when the Fluxweed is the ripest. Downside is I'm afraid that smell will never fully come out. Trust me, you're better off burning that shirt."
The red head grimaced, tugging at her collar in disgust. However, her eyes suddenly narrowed and she leveled her two girlfriends with a suspicious look.
"But if it's polyjuice, then why in the world would Professor Moody be drinking it?"
As one all three girls stopped as the question hit them like a ton of bricks. Suddenly Hermione jumped up in a panic, digging in her school bag before pulling out the familiar worn parchment of the Marauders Map. Daphne and Susan were by her side in an instant, both equally as panicked.
"How is that possible?! Moody the spy? It just seems ludicrous!" Daphne cried.
Hermione cursed under her breath while scanning the map. "We don't know for sure yet but do you have any other explanation? There's no other potion that's green AND uses Fluxweed. So unless Susan is wrong, then we are being taught by an imposter. Merlin's sake, where the fuck is he?!?"
From beside her, Daphne gasped. "Didn't Harry say it was Moody who called him down to the pitch?!"
Hermione cursed once more as she closed her eyes to concentrate. Her consciousness traveled along the link to Harry's mind, light bursting into her vision before refocusing to an image of a half-grown field of hedges. She watched as Harry turned to focus on Ludo Bagman while he spoke. The hunched form of Alastor Moody stood just behind the aged beater, the magical eye in his skull whizzing around yet it landed on Harry more than a few times.
Hermione retreated back into her own mind, her eyes opening in a wild panic.
"He's there!" She hissed.
Her hands tore through the map, searching for the Hogwarts grounds before finally locating the huddle of small dots standing right beside the quidditch pitch.
"Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delacour, Olympe Maxime" She read off," Igor Karkaroff, Victor Krum, Harry Potter, Ludo Bagman, and… Bartemius Crouch? Why would Crouch impersonate Moody!?"
"He…wouldn't…" Daphne muttered.
"Well obviously he is! Remember what Harry said happened right before he disappeared? The man was borderline insane. He was even rambling to a tree!" Susan shouted.
"And you think a man who could barely string two sentences together would be able to get the drop on Alastor Moody?!" Daphne snapped. "No something's not right here…" The blonde leaned in, inspecting the names on the parchment closer. Suddenly she jumped back with a gasp.
"It can't be!"
"What?!" Hermione cried, turning from the blonde to the map and back again.
"It says Bartemius Crouch Jr.! That's Crouch's son who was locked up in Azkaban for torturing the Longbottoms to insanity!"
Susan's eyes widened. "But he's supposed to be dead! Aunty said he died shortly after being imprisoned…"
"Maybe the map is faulty? Hermione has this ever happened before?"
The bookworm shook her head. "No, the map never lies. Though that doesn't mean it's fool proof… We'll have to find out for ourselves." The girl said with a hardened expression.
They spent the rest of the night crafting a plan to catch imposter-Moody. Harry returned to the room shortly after they finalized the last few items. Needless to say the messy haired boy was immensely confused before they sat him down and explained all their findings.
He was a little miffed that they hadn't told him earlier through their connection, but conceded that he wasn't exactly the best at hiding his reactions. If they had told him, imposter-Moody would have immediately known something was different and would therefore have his guard up way more than it already was.
Harry had tried to argue that they should bring what they found to Dumbledore, yet again that was shot down as even that could tip off the imposter. If they were to pull this off, every one of them would need to act exactly as they had before with no deviations. One move out of the norm would foil the whole thing.
The next week was the most nerve wracking for Harry to date. They needed time to get everything prepared, and unfortunately that meant attending classes as normal. A dragon and vicious merpeople had nothing on trying to hide every single emotion from a potential murderous Death Eater that also taught you Defense.
Thankfully Occlumency helped a ton with that. It was practically a cheat code to hiding away emotions and Harry was already proficient at maintaining his shields for long periods at a time. The only downside was that hiding all emotions required him to practically cut off his connections to the girls. While he could allow a sliver through, it wasn't enough to stave off the intense migraines that came with closing the link.
He knew the girl's were in the same boat as well. Their only reprieve were quiet moments snuck away in the library or the Room. There they would simply spend hours holding each other, fully opening their connections as each reveled in the presence of their lovers' minds.
Finally the next Saturday dawned and it was time to spring their plan into action.
Harry wiped his sweaty palms against his pants as he let out a calming breath. Straightening up, he rapped his knuckles against the oaken door before him in quick succession. The clambering sound of a wooden leg and heavy staff hitting the ground echoed from behind the door until suddenly, it swung open hastily.
"Potter. What d'ya want?" Imposter-Moody barked.
Harry used a split-second to recheck his Occlumency shields before answering. "I need your help with something, professor. Please, it's important!" He pleaded with his best sounding desperate voice.
The scarred man studied him for a moment before grunting and opening the door wide. Harry quickly made his way into the defense classroom and forced himself not to panic as the man spelled the door locked behind him.
"If it's about the tournament boy then don't bother. I helped ya all I can, but it's all up to you on this next bit. There isn't any trick to the maze that I can offer except to tell you to use your wits!" Moody laughed.
Harry gave him a sharp nod. "Thank you professor I know. Unfortunately this isn't about the task. What would you think if I told you Voldemort was still alive?"
The Defense professor stiffened at that. His magical eye roved around in a panic before both quickly settled on him. "I would think that you'd better mind who you say that to lad." He snarled.
"It's true though Professor! I've fought him twice in the last three years. Barely survived either of the confrontations. But there's more. I think… I think he may be close to coming back to his full strength."
"And you know this how, hmm? You'll have to have some shred of proof before making wild claims like that boy!"
Harry could tell his words were agitating the man. On the outside it made sense, Moody fought his fair share of Death Eaters and surely wouldn't be ecstatic at the idea of another war coming. But as an imposter who worked for Voldemort? Well becoming a bit panicked that your target was suspicious tends to cause some concern. It was good though. He needed him to panic. If he was panicked then he would slip up. Give Harry an opening to work with.
"It's true though! I know what this is going to sound like but I have… dreams. In these dreams I am Voldemort and I can see through his eyes. He's weak right now. Barely surviving and forced to use a homunculus body to sustain himself!"
If Harry wasn't sure that Moody was an imposter before, then the way he froze at the mention of a homunculus would be all the proof he needed to believe. The man stood rigid, refusing to even breathe as he stared back at Harry.
"…What did you just say?" He whispered.
"It's crazy I know! But what's worse is that in one of these dreams he mentioned a spy here at Hogwarts! That's what I need your help with, we need to catch this spy and find out what Voldemort is planning. The good news is I already know who the spy is." Harry said, staring into the man's eyes.
Moody stiffened even more. Harry could see his hand twitch towards his pocket, perhaps to where his wand was stored.
"Karkaroff."
The man's eyes widened a bit before his hand relaxed slightly. The sharp glare on his face remained but now he wasn't moments away from attacking him.
"I spied on him myself. He's constantly slinking off when he thinks no one is looking. You said it yourself that he used to be a dark wizard. Would I be right in assuming he's a marked Death Eater?"
Moody gave him a slow nod, the man seemingly racing through a million nervous thoughts. "Proof boy! Remember you need proof! I can't just help you go subdue the headmaster of another magical school without it, regardless of what he used to be!"
"I know, which is why I have this." Harry said, holding up a piece of folded parchment. "I've caught him owling several small notes like this a week. This is one I managed to get after stunning his owl."
Under normal circumstances, Moody would never touch something handed to him without double checking it first. But then again, this wasn't Moody and thanks to Harry's spiel about Voldemort, he also wasn't thinking clearly.
The man snatched the small parchment from his hand in a flash, muttering angrily as he opened it. However, as soon as he unfolded the note, a ball of light shot forth from the page and impacted the man's chest. His body toppled backwards, hitting the ground hard as he lay there unconscious.
Harry quickly flicked his wand forward and bound the man with every binding spell he knew. He wouldn't make the same mistake as last year. Once the prone form of the haggard wizard was tied up with thick ropes, chains, and even a healthy bit of sticky resin, Harry quickly unlocked the door and let his three girlfriends in.
"You did it?" Hermione asked.
Harry answered by dropping his shields and letting their connection flow freely. Hermione gasped as the familiar feeling of his mind returned.
Daphne and Susan both maneuvered into the room as well. The blonde held a familiar orb within her grasp while Susan stared wide eyed at the severely tied up man on the ground.
"Is that many ropes really necessary?"
Harry nodded. "After what happened with Pettigrew, I'm not taking any chances."
Susan nodded in understanding, quite familiar now with the tale of their confrontation with Sirius and Wormtail in the Shrieking Shack.
"Well no time like the present." Daphne muttered. With a swish of her wand, the man's limp form was levitated onto a chair. For good measure, she hit him with a binding curse of her own, tying him stiffly to the wooden piece of furniture.
Hermione stepped forward brandishing a small vial of clear liquid. "How much do I give him?"
"We don't know how strong he is with Occlumency so let's do four drops. Doubt even Snape could fight that off." Hermione nodded as she uncorked the top from the Veritaserum and gently pried the unconscious man's mouth open. As she administered the drops, Harry turned to Daphne.
"Should we be concerned your dad will just give you very expensive and potentially lethal potions whenever you ask?"
Daphne smirked and patted his cheek. "Best not to concern yourself love."
"Alright he's ready. Susan, do you have the counter?" Hermione questioned.
Susan nodded, walking forward with another small piece of parchment. Before she could unfold it however, Harry stepped forward.
"Wait!" He quickly reached down and removed the magical eye from the man's skull. "We don't know what else this thing can do. Someone hide his wand as well."
Hermione shoved the thin stick into one of the many drawers on the teachers desk. She gave Susan a confirming nod when she finished. The red head breathed out, turning to place the charmed paper against the man's forehead.
In an instant the man was awake once more, gasping out a breath before his head slumped back with an unfocused gaze.
"Who are you?" Harry asked sternly. From beside him, Daphne activated the orb and began recording.
Imposter-Moody seemed to fight against the truth potion at first, his face contorting into a grimace before going slack once more. "Bartemius Crouch Jr." He intoned hollowly.
"Did you put my name in the Goblet of Fire?"
"Yes"
"Are you working to help resurrect Voldemort?" Harry bit out.
"Yes. The dark lord shall rise again."
Daphne spoke next. "And how is he going to do that?"
The man shook as he fought hard against the potion but the mixture was too strong. "A r-ritual. It re-requires a foe to overcome a gr-great obstacle. We planned to k-kidnap Potter at the end of the thi-third task and use his blood!"
"Hermione give him another drop, he's fighting hard!" Daphne cried.
Hermione did as ordered. Using her wand to hold the man's head still, she forcefully poured another drop into his clenched mouth. Instantly his fighting stopped as his entire body went slack once more against the binds.
Daphne sighed in relief.
"What else does this ritual require?" Harry asked.
"Bone from his father and flesh from a servant. Pettigrew will give the flesh and the bone shall come from the grave of the dark lord's father." Crouch said monotonously.
"Where is that?"
"Little Hangleton Graveyard, outside of Riddle Manor."
For the next hour they asked the man all sorts of questions. From Voldemort's current forces, his backup plans, and any other secret they could scrounge out. Twice more they had to readminister the Veritaserum, the man's Occlumency shields proving to be quite powerful.
It had been a small shock 30 minutes in when his entire body began to bubble and change into that of a haggard looking blonde man but they quickly shook it off and persisted. Finally after every question they could think of was answered, Harry once more stunned the man.
"We'll go bring this to Dumbledore and floo call Susan's aunt. Will you two be okay here?" Daphne asked.
Harry nodded, sitting back into the teacher's chair with a sigh. "Go, we'll wait here."
Daphne gave a reassuring smile before she and Susan both turned and left the room. He and Hermione stat in silence for a few minutes, both trying to absorb the last few hours.
"What are we going to do Harry?" Hermione asked after a while.
Harry sighed. "I have absolutely no idea."