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Prophecy Practice	By : LinguaMagus Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3686 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Prophecy Practice
- 1
In which our young heroine struggles to prove the superiority of logic over magical thinking.
It just wasn’t fair. Why should going into the Muggle Liaison Office mean she had to learn Divination? Professor McGonagall’s guidance session had been clear, though. Liaison Agents required expertise in Charms, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, Muggle Studies, and Herbology. As the outward-facing representatives of the magical world, the requirements were as strict as becoming an auror, although they welcomed Muggle-born witches and wizards in lieu of a NEWT in Muggle Studies.
It all came back to the same problem, though. Hermione had abandoned Divination in her third year because it was foolish. Now, in her fifth year, she was being told she had to go back to it. If she didn’t pass her OWL, she would never be accepted into NEWT coursework. This was going to throw her whole year into disarray, and she didn’t even want to learn it. Unfortunately, she had to admit the rationale made sense. Most muggles used “witch” and “fortune-teller” synonymously. Without knowledge of the practice of Divination, a representative wouldn’t be able to assist muggles who fell victim to magical scams.
She had already spoken with Professor Trelawney who graciously, if slightly tipsily, welcomed her back into class with the only requirement that she find a tutor to help her catch up from the missed year. This was sensible, but it left Hermione with a dilemma. Where on Earth was she going to find another student good enough at Divination to help her catch up on a whole year.
She decided to deal with that problem later and went to find Harry, so she could borrow Hedwig and order all the books she was going to need. When she climbed through the portrait into the Gryffindor common room, he was getting trounced by Ron at Wizard’s Chess and looking for any excuse to do something else. He jumped up when Hermione asked to borrow Hedwig and pulled on his trainers. Ron grinned triumphantly and started trying to bully Neville into playing with him instead.
On their way to the Owlery, Hermione told Harry she was going to have Divination with him and Ron again this year. She explained the conversation she had with McGonagall and the agreement she made with Professor Trelawney. “I just don’t know where I’m going to find someone to help tutor me. No offense, Harry, but you and Ron aren’t exactly experts.”
Harry laughed, “You don’t think? I dunno, Trelawney seems pretty pleased with what Ron and I have been turning in.”
Hermione frowned at the implied suggestion that she should just fake her homework by turning in loads of predictions of miserable things happening to her. If she was going to take the class at all, then she was going to do it properly. Even if that meant taking very unserious people seriously. “I’m not joking, Harry. I need a real tutor. Who is the best in class? I’ll even go over to the Ravenclaws for help, if I need to.”
“Well, our class is all Gryffindors this year. Maybe there are some good Ravenclaws, but I don’t know them.” Harry thought about it. Then he started laughing to himself.
“What? What’s so funny?” Hermione demanded.
“I just realized who the best in our class is at Divination. She absolutely loves the subject. Better still, I guarantee she would love to have the chance to help you.” Harry was trying his best to keep a straight face, but Hermione was growing increasingly stern.
“Well who— Oh no.” The answer dawned on her. “You’re talking about Lavender, aren’t you? Harry, she’s an… She is not a very good student, Harry. She can’t help me.” Hermione almost pleaded.
“She may not be very good in other subjects, but I promise nobody in our year knows Divination better. Parvati is almost as good, but Lavender is the best and also the most likely to be willing to help.” Harry said with an almost sympathetic smile.
“Ugh. Yes, I’m sure she would love to hold that over me. You’re right, of course. She’s the best answer. I really don’t want to ask her for help, though. Can you please do it for me?” Hermione pouted uncharacteristically.
Harry scratched the back of his head and shrugged. “Fine, I guess it’s not that big of a deal. I’ll talk to her for you. But you have to help me and Ron with our Divination homework this year if you figure it out.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “That’s different from any of our other courses how?”
Harry laughed and reached up to grab Hedwig off her perch so Hermione could tie the order to her leg. The snowy owl gave him an affectionate nip and flew away. Harry and Hermione chatted about their other classes on their way back to the common room. When they opened the portrait, they saw a small cluster gathered around Ron and Neville at the chess board. Ron was apparently trying to beat Neville using only his knights as a way to make it more fair. Hermione huffed in exasperation and went off to dig through her trunk for any old Divination supplies she had from third year.
Harry spotted Lavender and beelined over to her. May as well get this over with so Hermione didn’t yell at him for procrastinating. Lavender was sitting with Parvati and they were looking over their star charts from last year and trying to make new ones for this year. Harry felt vindicated. She was proving that she was exactly who Hermione needed. Harry stood awkwardly next to their table until they noticed him. Parvati noticed him first, looked back at Lavender, and they started giggling uncontrollably.
“Uh, hey Lavender. Do you have a second?” Harry said, rubbing his arm.
“Hi Harry! Sure, what’s up?” Lavender asked, not moving. Parvati giggled again.
Harry thought about asking for privacy, but decided it wouldn’t make a difference, as she would just tell Parvati immediately anyway. “Hermione needs your help. She’s taking Divination again this year, and she’s never been very good at it. On top of that, she missed all last year. Would you be willing to tutor her?”
Lavender’s mouth hung agape for a moment, then she and Parvati huddled together over the table and whispered something. They started giggling once more and Harry’s shoulders sagged. Girls were impossible. She turned back towards him and gave him a toothy, pearly white grin. He noticed she was wearing coral pink lip gloss.
“Okay, I’ll do it. She has to listen to what I say, though. I don’t want to just argue all the time. That’s no fun. What’s her sign?” This last question was such a left turn that Harry had to struggle to catch up.
“Umm, I’m sorry, I don’t… What sign?” He mumbled uncertainly.
Lavender sighed dramatically and Parvati giggled. “Her star sign, Harry! When was she born? I have to know if our personalities are compatible.”
Parvati muttered, “As if.” Lavender shot her a look.
“Uh, she was born in early February, I think. Does that help?” Harry asked.
“Oh my god! She’s such an Aquarius. That makes so much sense.” Parvati chirped.
Lavender beamed. “I’m a Sagittarius. That’s perfect! We’ll do so well together. I always knew she just needed to give other friends a chance. She spends so much time hanging out with silly boys. No offense, Harry.”
“Uh, none taken, I guess. Well, thanks. I’ll go let her know.” He gave a little wave and went to find Hermione. She was in a windowsill, staring despondently at a bent astrolabe that kept falling to pieces every time she tried to magically repair it.
“Hey Hermione. I talked to Lavender. She agreed to tutor you. She just said she doesn’t want to argue with you the whole time.” He shrugged.
She gave him a big hug. “Thanks so much, Harry. Ugh, I’m just so stressed out about all of this. I’ll feel better once I can start learning it.”
—
Two days later, Hermione got her new Divination books in the post. She set aside ‘The Dream Oracle’ for later and took another look at Unfogging the Future. In her annoyance, she had discarded her original copy in third year, but the new copy looked much as she remembered. Patiently, she started reading through it and making notes.
Many hours into the night, she finally surrendered and headed for bed. Her eyes felt dry and stiff from staring at the pages for so long. Most unusually, her head ached from trying to absorb all the information. Generally, she found that she could devour textbooks as quickly as her eyes could move across the page, but something about Divination just fit sideways in her brain. Still, slowly but surely, she was at least mastering the theory and techniques.
When she opened the dormitory, she heard a few of the girls snoring gently and tip-toed to her bed, so as not to wake them. As she was shimmying out of her robes, Lavender came up from behind and pulled her into an excitable embrace.
“I’m so happy you’re learning Divination. I saw you studying really hard down there. As soon as you’re ready to start our lessons, I want you to just let me know. You’re so smart, so I feel really good being able to help you with something for once.” Lavender whispered in a rush.
Hermione blushed in embarrassment and tried to squirm loose from the hug so she could put on her pajamas. “Well, I appreciate the help, Lavender. I’ve been pretty nervous about catching up with everyone, but Harry says you’re the best in the class, so if anyone can help, I’m sure it’s you,” she said unconvincingly.
Lavender didn’t notice, however. She just squealed with delight. “He’s so sweet. Honestly, Hermione, you’re so lucky that you have him. He’s sweet, he’s famous, he’s much cuter than Seamus or Neville…”
Hermione frantically waved her down. “I don’t have Harry, Lavender. We’re not together. He’s just my friend. I’ve actually, well, been sort of interested in Ron for a while now.”
“Oh, I’ve seen that. You’re not interested in him. You just think you are because girls always fall for guys who bully them. Honestly, sweetie, don’t you know anything?” Lavender said with unexpected confidence.
Hermione felt like she was being vivisected. Lavender was exactly correct, and she couldn’t believe she had never seen it before. She would have been so ready to point it out to another girl, but in herself, she hadn’t noticed it at all. She stared at the ditzy blonde with newfound respect. She may not have much interest in a classical education, but she clearly understood people. Maybe she was the right person to help Hermione’s blind spots after all.
“Anyway, you may think you don’t have Harry, but I’ve seen the way he treats you. He doesn’t know it yet, but that boy would do anything for you.” She continued, unbothered. “Still, if you’re not interested. Maybe I could…” Lavender trailed off, eyes twinkling mischievously.
Hermione woofled in panicked confusion. “I, well that is, I’m sure Harry can talk to whomever he pleases.” She regained her bearings a bit. “At least you would be better than Cho Chang. Honestly, boys are so simple sometimes.”
Lavender giggled. “Aren’t they, though? This is fun. I’m glad we’re getting the chance to spend more time together, Hermione. Me and some of the girls were kind of mean to you when we were first years, and I feel like you never really forgave us.”
“Some of the girls and—,” Hermione started. “Sorry, never mind. Yes, I suppose you’re right. Once I started hanging out with Harry and Ron, I never really made any other friends.”
“Well, I’m sorry anyway. We shouldn’t have been rude to you. You’re actually really nice when you aren’t trying to be right about everything.” Lavender said gently.
Hermione flushed pink and muttered “Thank you.”
“Let’s get some sleep. Want to start looking at your star chart tomorrow?” Lavender asked with breathless enthusiasm.
Hermione nodded and pulled back the curtain on her bed. Lavender kissed her on the cheek and said “Sweet dreams!” Then she hopped over to her bed and bellied under the covers. Hermione fell asleep a while later, staring at the ceiling and wondering why her cheek still felt quite so warm.
—
When morning came, she was feeling a lot better about Divination. Her first class with Trelawney was tomorrow afternoon, so she had more than a day to prepare. If she worked hard, and with Lavender’s help, she shouldn’t be too far behind. She got ready for the day and rushed off to Transfiguration. Between classes, she ran to the library to spend as much time studying as she could. She started work on her star chart, and she was even feeling pretty good about the results.
That evening, she tracked down Lavender and asked for help going over what she had so far. “I have my star chart started, but I’m not sure I’m reading it correctly. None of the results match the examples from the book.”
“Oh, the book. Well, I wouldn’t know about that. You can look at mine, though. Come on, we’ll grab a table near the fire. I always feel the celestial energies better when I’m warm.” Lavender grinned and hurried over to find the squishiest armchair and drag it next to the fireplace.
Hermione grimaced at ‘celestial energies’, but nodded and followed her over. The rolled up star chart in one hand, and ‘Unfogging the Future’ in the other. Lavender was unfolding her own much loved and heavily worn star chart and mapping the transits between houses with her finger. Hermione laid out her chart and pinned down the corners to hold it in place. She had lines for the movement of the planets relative to her birth, and off to the side, little rows of numbers for degrees and minutes.
Looking at Lavender’s chart, she expected it to be sloppy and covered in little symbols and notes, but instead it was immaculate. The lines for each association were color-coded, and all of the positional figures included not only degrees and minutes, but seconds as well. It was clear that this chart consumed more time than any of her other homework for the last year.
“Okay, so, I’m looking at the aspect of Jupiter with Mars. It’s… sextile, right? So, that means, if it’s in the third house, I’m supposed to have some sort of big argument with one of my siblings? But I don’t have any siblings.” Hermione tried to piece together the interpretation desperately.
Lavender giggled. “Oh, sweetie. You’re all over the place. Jupiter is conjunct with Mars in Leo, not sextile. It’s in theeeee… 7th House. Ooohhh, how exciting!”
Hermione stared at her suspiciously. “What’s exciting? I don’t understand.”
“Jupiter is hedonistic, Mars is raw lust. Conjunct in the 7th House makes those energies very powerful in starting a new physical relationship. Under Leo could mean it could be deeply romantic and playful, or it could mean it’s with a Leo. Or both! If I open myself up to the cosmic energies, though, I think it definitely means it will be with a Leo.” Lavender explained ebulliently.
“Don’t be ridiculous! I’m not even talking to anyone right now. I’m not about to just start having sex with someone. You must be reading it incorrectly.” Hermione said a little too shrilly.
Lavender just grinned knowingly. “Do mine! Let’s see what you’ve been learning.”
Hermione grumbled and started looking over the chart, making notes and drawing lines. She kept checking the details of the chart against her astrolabe and making adjustments. Finally, she nodded and said, “Okay, so it looks like Mars and Venus are trine. Mars is in Virgo, and Venus is in… Leo.” She made a few more notes. “So, Mars and Virgo are the lovers. When Mars is in Virgo, that means a new relationship. Venus in Leo means love and romance. So, both together means— Ha! You’re going to be starting a new physical relationship with someone too!”
Lavender wriggled and rubbed her hands together. “You missed the best part! Two love omens trine means I get two people! I like the synchronicity with your chart. I think it means I’m going to have a Virgo and a Leo. So exciting! I wonder who it is? The only Leo boys are Harry and Neville. I don’t know the Virgos.”
Hermione shuffled awkwardly. “Both of us can’t start dating a Leo, that’s just silly. One of us with Neville and one with Harry? Nonsense.” Then, under her breath, “I’m not even attracted to Neville.”
“You’re thinking so narrowly,” Lavender teased. “You never know where the Universe will take you.”
For the next two hours, they went back and forth, reviewing the different aspects of the planets and the transit lines. Lavender scooted her chair right next to Hermione and leaned across her to point out little idiosyncrasies about her chart. With excited little gestures, she pointed at the cusps of the houses and traced the movements of the planets. She squirmed in her seat to find a better position and Hermione found herself with a face full of honey blonde hair. Surprised, she breathed in sharply and was awash with the smell of mangoes. Something tingled in her belly.
She coughed nervously and Lavender spun so that she was suddenly looking up into Hermione’s face from below her chin. “I’m sorry, sweetie, did I get hair in your mouth?”
“Oh, no, it’s fine. I was just, um, noticing the smell of your shampoo. It’s very nice.” Hermione said unsteadily, looking down into pale green eyes as deep as the ocean.
“Oh my gosh, isn’t it so yummy? It’s kukui oil and mango butter. You can try some, if you want. Just tell me next time you go shower and I’ll come with you.” Lavender chatted happily. Visions flowed into Hermione’s mind and she flushed crimson.
“Oh, um, thank you, um…” She stammered, gathering fistfuls of her robe to steady herself. “What is, um, your sign, by the way?”
“Didn’t I say? Oh, I’m a Sagittarius. Idealistic, impatient, optimistic, extroverted. That’s me, right down the line.” Lavender said, pointing to the bow and arrow on her chart.
“Right, so not a Leo,” Hermione murmured. “Do you know everyone’s sign in Gryffindor?” She asked more clearly.
“Most of them,” Lavender shrugged. “At least in our year. Parvati is a Capricorn, Harry and Neville are Leos, Ron is a Pisces, ew, um, let me see, Dean is a Gemini, and Fay is a Scorpio. I don’t know what Seamus is, but I bet he’s an Aries. Not sure about Kellah, either.”
“She must be a Virgo, then.” Hermione said anxiously.
Lavender rolled her head around on her shoulders. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s Seamus. Or even someone from a different House. The Universe can be very unpredictable. I’m not especially attracted to Kellah right now, but maybe that changes.”
“So you’re… you like girls, then?” Hermione asked with overly airy unconcern.
Lavender giggled. “What a closed-off question. I like beautiful people. Sometimes boys are beautiful, sometimes girls are beautiful. Flowers and horses are both fun to touch and smell and look at, even if they’re different.”
“Oh, um, I suppose that makes sense. So are you and Parvati…?” Hermione was finding it hard to focus on anything other than the blond curl that Lavender was turning in loops and twists around a manicured finger.
“Together, you mean?” Lavender erupted into a fit of giggles. “No, not really. I mean, we have fun together sometimes, but that’s just girl stuff when we’re bored in the dormitory. Parvati fancies that Ravenclaw boy, Michael something. That’s her taste, though. Pretty, but gloomy.”
“Sorry, have fun? You mean you’re—,” Hermione dropped to a scandalized hiss, “having sex with Parvati in the dormitory?”
“Goodness, Hermione. Don’t be so rigid. It’s just fingers and mouth stuff. Mostly. It’s not like she’s using whips and chains on me.” Lavender winked scandalously, “Although…”
Hermione reeled. “How have I never heard you? I sleep just two bed away.”
“Sweetie, it’s not like we advertise. We just play when the other girls aren’t around. It’s okay that you don’t, though. I don’t judge.” Lavender smiled at her winningly.
“That I don’t—,” Hermione held her hand to her mouth in horror. “You mean, you’ve heard me? At night?”
“Of course! We all have. I thought you were doing it on purpose because you liked an audience.” Lavender said casually.
Hermione was mortified. She wanted to hide under her chair until everyone left. “I had no idea. I thought I was being quiet. I’m so sorry.”
Lavender tapped a pink fingertip on Hermione’s button nose. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I didn’t mind. It was actually pretty sexy sometimes. In the dark and the quiet, hearing your muffled little moans and gasps.” Lavender gave a theatrical shiver and blew a kiss up at Hermione.
Hermione turned scarlet and covered her face with both hands. This was somewhere between a dream and a nightmare, and she couldn’t decide what direction she wanted it to go. “Well, anyway,” She said, trying to hurry on to a different conversation, “if you start paying more attention to Harry, won’t that mean that the outcome was pushed by you, and not the Universe?”
“Things are what they are. It may not be Harry, but I hope it is. I’d love to see what he’s hiding under his Quidditch Cup,” Lavender tittered dangerously. “Maybe the Universe wants me to think it’s Harry, so that I give him more attention, and that’s what makes him want me. It all follows the cosmic pattern. Isn’t it exciting?”
“But that’s just silly. Now that I know Harry and Neville are the only Leos in Gryffindor, all I have to do is not treat them any differently and nothing about our relationship will change. If I ignore my chart, it loses its power.” Hermione said academically.
“If you say so, sweetie.” Lavender smiled coyly. “The Universe may surprise you.”
Hermione’s stomach was in knots. Was Lavender flirting with her? Was it only because the chart told her that she was supposed be in a relationship with a Virgo? Her skin was burning, and her breath felt like snow in her lungs. Still, she resented the idea that Lavender was only showing interest because a piece of paper told her it was destiny. ‘It was actually pretty sexy…’ A shiver ran down Hermione’s spine.
“So, apart from Harry, who else are you interested in?” Hermione asked lightly.
“Hmm, well, Seamus is really funny. Ginny has a really cute butt,” Lavender flashed a dazzling smile and Hermione’s eyes went wide. “And of course I just know you’ve got an amazing body hiding under those robes.”
Hermione blushed and fought down a smile. “How do I know you’re not just saying that because the chart suggested it?”
“The chart didn’t, though? You wouldn’t line up, you’re an Aquarius, aren’t—,” Lavender was interrupted by Hermione’s velvet lips crashing into hers. Her breath tasted like strawberries, and her frantic little squeaks as her tongue flickered across Lavender’s made the curvy blonde buzz with electric excitement. Goosebumps sprang up across the sides of her neck, and the thick cinnamon colored mane hung down and tickled her cheeks.
Hermione surfaced for a ragged breath, dipped in for another quick peck, and then locked eyes with Lavender. “I’m a Virgo, actually.”
Lavender gaped in surprise, then grinned hugely. “One down, one to go.”
The next kiss spanned years, centuries. Hermione set to sea in Lavender’s pale green eyes and from them, looked out into a swirling infinity of bright stars. Lavender sucked and nibbled at her lips, she trailed kisses across her cheeks, over her eyelids, down the bridge of her nose. Their tongues danced together like mermaids, pink and sweet and strong. Lavender’s sharp pink fingernail tickled the skin of Hermione’s neck, just below her ear. She was rewarded with a moan that started in her hips and flowed through her whole body.
“Blimey, Hermione! What are you…?” Ron stared stupidly at them from the staircase. When Lavender turned to him and giggled, he ran back upstairs and shut the door heavily behind himself.
“Oh no… Well, I suppose I’ll have to explain this to him and to Harry tomorrow. I hope I didn’t hurt his feelings. Oh well, I’m sure Harry will be reasonable about it at least.” Hermione sighed in disappointment.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Lavender said, kissing her on the cheek. “Come upstairs with me, and we’ll let the boys gossip about us until tomorrow.”
“How can you just be so casual about everything? Don’t you worry about your relationships with people?” Hermione asked in exasperation.
“The Universe will let me know if there is anything scary coming. I don’t have to be afraid of the unknown, I just have to do my best with what’s shown to me. I think people worry too much.” Lavender played with a loose thread on Hermione’s robe while she spoke. “Besides, nothing lasts forever. I’d like to enjoy my time here while I still can. Some predictions are more definite than others.” Something that might have been sadness passed like a shadow behind her eyes, then vanished. She smiled again and hugged Hermione around her chest.
Hermione felt caught off guard by this sudden cryptic sentimentality, but she held Lavender tightly. She thought she saw a glimmer of a tear roll down her cheek, but a moment later was sure she must have imagined it because Lavender looked perfectly happy. “You’re right. Come on, let’s go upstairs. You can help me get ready for our dream interpretation lesson with Trelawney.”
Lavender giggled and tickled her under the ribs. “Don’t you think about anything other than studying? I wanted to go snog you some more where the boys couldn’t interrupt us.”
Hermione laughed despite herself and kissed Lavender’s fingers. “Fine, maybe we can do a little snogging while we study. I want your help, though. I’m really nervous about embarrassing myself in class.”
Lavender grabbed Hermione’s ink-stained hand and jumped upright. “Deal!” She practically dragged Hermione up the stairs into the dormitory and flung open the door. When she saw the other girls asleep and heard the soft droning snores, she held a finger to her pursed lips and tip-toed animatedly over to Hermione’s bed and flopped down.
Hermione anchored a knee beside Lavender’s hip and tried to crawl over her. A job that was made much more difficult by Lavender’s unwillingness to let go of her hand. About halfway through the motion, Lavender pushed out with her toes and knocked Hermione’s leg out from under her. She fell hard onto Lavender’s chest with one elbow buried in honey blonde hair, and a hand trying to catch herself on the bed under Lavender’s arm. The consequence of this was that suddenly Hermione’s face was only inches away from Lavender.
With an acrobatic undulation, Lavender flipped her leg around behind Hermione’s knee and dragged her down on top of her. She pushed her own knee up between Hermione’s thighs and forced her legs apart. Hermione moaned hungrily and sank into Lavender’s lips, feeling their warm tenderness meld into her. Lavender reached into her robe and pulled Hermione’s blouse free of her skirt. With practiced deftness, she popped open the buttons one by one. The blouse hung loosely, revealing first the creamy smoothness of her tummy, the little dimple of her belly button, the pillowy crease where the skirt hugged her hips. Up and up, until finally unveiling a scarlet bra trimmed with black lace. Lush and heavy breasts spilled from the cups like hills of meringue.
“Miss Granger! I had no idea.” Lavender purred in mock breathlessness. “Your body looks so delicious. I don’t know where to start. Here, maybe?” Lavender trailed her tongue along Hermione’s collarbone, down into the hollow between her breasts. Hermione shuddered and clenched the bed linens in her fists. She rubbed her cheek across Lavender’s silken hair and rocked her hips against the girl’s thigh. The pressure between her legs bubbled up into her belly like warm champagne.
“No one has ever touched me. Not like this. I had no idea it could feel this good. Lavender, you’re wonderful. I don’t know what I like. I don’t even know what I want to like. Right now, though, I want you. I know that. I want you so much.” Hermione rambled, floating on a cloud of bliss.
The clasp on Hermione’s skirt came free with a little thwip sound, and it fell from her waist to puddle on her thighs. Scarlet panties completed the set, and the thin line of fabric cleaving her bottom left the firm, round globes of each cheek exposed. Lavender’s fingertips skated over the sumptuous flesh. Her touch was just a whisper, but left a line of liquid fire behind. Hermione nervously fought with the buttons of Lavender’s blouse, questing through the openings to caress and stroke whatever islands of skin she could reach.
“Close your eyes.” Lavender commanded, with quiet confidence. Hermione instantly obeyed. “I want you to think about when you’re laying in bed at night. The lights are low, the moon is the only thing watching you. When you touch yourself,” At this, Lavender brushed her hand up the inside of Hermione’s thigh, “what do you imagine?”
Hermione’s face glowed like a nova. “Umm, different things.” Lavender’s knuckle grazed her lower lips through the silk panties and a bolt of lightning arced through her and caused her to gasp in pleasure. “I— I think about being held down. Sometimes I think about fingers going in me.” She groaned as the fantasy flashed across her mind’s eye, “Thick, rough fingers. Touching me, filling me up, exploring my pussy and, um, my, um… my bottom.” Hermione stammered anxiously.
An artful hand crept past the waistband of her panties and combed lightly through the downy bush between her legs. She whined in wordless need and drove forward, begging the touch lower. Lavender’s breath was like Summer wind in her ear. “What else do you imagine?”
“Please… Touch me, please.” Hermione implored.
“I’ll give you everything you want. But you have to tell me what you imagine.” Lavender said, with perfect control.
“I… I imagine cocks. Thick, hard, throbbing cocks. I imagine sucking them. I want to know what— eeuunnhh!” Lavender’s pinky finger spread the petals of her sex and slipped inside. She wiggled the little finger briefly and pulled it free, glistening with Hermione’s excitement. She brought it to her mouth and a sharp pink tongue like a cat’s darted out to taste it. Hermione sobbed and bucked her hips. “Please don’t stop.”
“You were doing so well. Keep going.” Lavender traced a line with her fingernail starting at the cradle of Hermione’s throat and moving slowly but inexorably downward.
“I want to know what a cock tastes like. In the magazines, they look so… heavy. I want to feel it pushing down on my tongue and reaching into the back of my throat. I want—,” Hermione’s voice caught in her throat as Lavender’s trail caught at the waist of her panties and pulled them to her knees.
“Have you ever tasted yourself before?” Lavender asked wickedly.
“Myself? N— no. Of course not. Why would I do that?” Hermione choked.
“You want to let some sweaty boy use that tongue before you’ve even given it a test run? Shame on you.” Lavender curled two fingers into Hermione, and there was a subtle little squish. Moving in hypnotic circles, she massaged the firm, spongy G spot and Hermione howled in pleasure. “Now be a good girl and open your mouth wide.”
Hermione mewled and held her mouth open, her tongue lay across her lips. A bead of saliva shimmered at the tip like dew on a leaf. Lavender pulled the fingers out of her wetly and pushed them into Hermione’s mouth, holding her tongue and hooking her thumb under her chin. She closed her mouth around the fingers and sucked her flavor from them. She squirmed and bleated while she sucked, begging for more. Lavender slid the fingers further back on her tongue until she gagged and her eyes watered.
“You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you. Do you want a reward?” Lavender purred.
Hermione nodded frantically, bobbing her head on the fingers and trying to work her tongue around them. Lavender grabbed her hip in another hand and rolled her, pinning Hermione to the bed and pressing her body down on her. Hermione’s eyes sprang open. Lavender took her chin in her hand and turned it to the side. She brushed her nose against the side of Hermione’s neck and breathed in deep. Her warm, sweet scent was like a drug.
Lavender lifted Hermione’s arms above her head. “I want you to grab the bedframe behind you and hold on. If you let go at any point, I’ll have to stop what I’m doing, do you understand?” Hermione stared at her with gooey innocence and nodded heavily. She grabbed the headboard and squeezed it with her small, soft hands.
Lavender kissed her jaw. Then her throat. Her chest. With her tongue, she flicked lightly at Hermione’s nipple. She kissed the side of her breast. She licked along the crease at the base of one heavy breast and up the hollow between them. She kissed just beneath her ribs. Then her belly button. Her tongue snaked out and into her belly button, wriggling in her and then licking a wet streak up her stomach. She kissed her left hip. Then her right. She kissed the top of her thigh. The inside of her thigh. She ran her tongue along the smooth, tender flesh. She gathered a mouthful of plushy cushion at the crease where the leg folded against pubic mound and let her feel the sharpness of her teeth. She kissed the light brown fluff between Hermione’s legs and licked the slick, shaved space to either side. Her lips hovered over Hermione’s bright pink clitoris. She exhaled lightly, letting her warm breath wash over the hood. When Hermione’s legs tried to clench over her, she gently but firmly forced them apart. Her tongue came out like a serpent from a cave and, starting at the hot, wet entrance to Hermione’s core, she licked Hermione up, around her clit in lazy circles, and then down before the tongue plunged inside of her.
It was taking superhuman concentration for Hermione to maintain her grip on the headboard, but one thought piercing everything. She desperately did not want this to stop. Lavender devoured her heart and her life’s essence poured out from between her legs. The tongue was patiently and persistently pushing her to breaking point. Penetrating her, then working in steady circuits to touch everywhere except for just on her clit itself. Just when she thought she couldn’t bear anymore, the strong, moist tongue laid flat against her clit, and while it dragged slowly upwards, a thin finger slid inside her bum.
The first orgasm tore through her like a hurricane. It crested in waves and felt like it would pull her muscles free of the bone. The second came while, in sobbing ecstasy, she tried to recover her strength from the first. Her bottom tensed and pulsed around the finger, pulling at it greedily and willing it to reach as deeply as it could. Lavender feasted on the honeyed juices flowing out with each climax. Her tongue determinedly lapping at the swollen, dripping lips and sucking them into her mouth with each ragged moan.
Finally, rapture stole the strength from her, and Hermione’s hands fell. Grabbing handfuls of Lavender’s hair, she wrapped her legs around the back of her neck and rolled to her side. For long seconds, she convulsed in an orgasm that left her feeling like a discarded marionette. Lavender extricated delicately and crawled up to lay next to her.
“Oh goodness,” Hermione said, panting. Lavender giggled.
“You’re welcome,” she said with a grin.
“Do you… Should I, um, return the favor?” Hermione asked awkwardly.
Lavender shook her head and squeezed Hermione. “Plenty of time for that later. I just wanted you to have fun on your first time. Did you?”
“Oh my, yes. Lavender, that was… incredible. I feel guilty that I can’t make you feel good too.” Hermione worried at the bed sheets.
“Sweetie, don’t worry about that at all. I had a lot of fun with you, I don’t always need to cum.” Lavender said bluntly.
—
They cuddled together until the stillness of the dark vibrated with Hermione’s gentle snores. Lavender kissed her on the cheek and then snuck out to go sleep in her own bed. When morning came, they got dressed together companionably and went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Hermione was looking over “Unfogging the Future” while munching on a piece of toast.
“I still think it’s just a coincidence. We had sex on the brain, and we were already vulnerable from looking at our possible futures. The fact that I’m a Virgo and you’re a Sagittarius had nothing to do with it. Besides, my chart said Leo, so it doesn’t match up anyway,” Hermione said busily.
“I know, isn’t it exciting?” Lavender asked energetically. “That means there’s going to be someone else as well. We both get a Leo! Maybe even the same one. Ooh, that would be so much fun. The Universe doesn’t worry about why, Hermione. It just looks at what is, and tells you what it sees. There’s no such thing as coincidence.”
Hermione huffed and said, “So I’ll be having sex with someone else as well? I certainly don’t think so. Last night was unexpected enough for me. I won’t be doing anything like that with some stranger.”
“Oh reeeeaally? Not a stranger, hmm? Well, I think we know who to expect then.” Lavender teased.
Hermione spotted the corner she had talked herself into and blushed furiously. “Nonsense, it won’t be Harry. He… he doesn’t even see me that way. I’m practically his sister.”
Lavender shrugged broadly. “Some boys are into that. He doesn’t have much of a family, after all. Maybe you can give him a little much needed affection.”
“Gah! You’re impossible. Harry is just— he’s a good friend is all! He certainly doesn’t want to see me like that.” Hermione’s face screwed up in consternation.
“See you like what?” Asked Harry, walking up to the table with a plate full of scrambled eggs and chipolatas.
Hermione hiccuped loudly in panic. Lavender smiled at Harry warmly. “Good morning! We were just talking about you.”
Harry raised his eyebrows in mild interest while scooping a forkful of eggs into his mouth. “Oh yeah? Giving my Divination homework strategy another thought, Hermione?”
Hermione snorted in indignation. “Not likely. No, we were just… talking about how you probably had a certain type of girl you liked. Probably other girls like Cho, right?”
Harry shrugged. “Never really thought about it, honestly. Not really, though. I like Cho because we have things in common, but other girls are nice too. There are a lot of pretty girls at school. I guess I usually just like hanging out with you and Ron, though.”
Hermione turned pink and hid her face behind her book. Lavender gave Harry a pitying smile and looked at her over the top of the book. “Aren’t boys clueless? I swear, it’s almost not fair.”
“Eh?” Harry looked around in bemusement before leaning over the table to ladle some porridge onto his plate.
“Would you like to help me with Hermione’s studies later, Harry? We could use another chart to compare against.” Lavender asked craftily.
“Umm, sure. You know I’m no good at Divination though, right?” Harry smiled obliviously.
“That’s okay. We’ll help you together. I’ve already helped Hermione, and I think she was satisfied.” Lavender said amiably.
Hermione choked violently on her pumpkin juice and had to pull her robe over her face until she settled down. Harry stared at her with concern, but Lavender just patted her on the back. “She’ll be fine, I think it just went in the wrong pipe.”
Hermione spluttered and flapped her hands. Harry gave her a few hard pats on the back and rubbed it in circles for a moment. Hermione couldn’t help but notice how much strength he was hiding in his slender arms. She jerked up in shock when that thought crossed her mind. What was Lavender doing to her. She couldn’t get sex off the brain. Was it really possible she could be right about Harry? Did she want her to be right?
“Anyway, we’ve got to get to Charms. Want to look over the charts later this evening? I think Ron is trying to catch up on homework for Snape, so he won’t miss us for a bit.” Harry said.
Oh shoot, I forgot about Ron, thought Hermione. He was going to be in Charms with them, and he was probably going to say something to Harry about what he saw last night. Lavender caught her eye and seemed to read her mind. She just smiled, shrugged, and started to gather her things for class.
Flitwick instructed them all to fetch an animal from the practice cages and work on Growth Charms at the beginning of class. Harry and Ron were paired off, and Lavender and Hermione sat at the table across from them. Parvati gave Lavender a slightly hurt look, then paired off with Seamus. Lavender was trying to turn her toad back from its current hue of deep magenta, and Hermione was corralling a hedgehog that had grown to the size of her head. Glancing up, she saw Ron whispering excitedly to Harry about something, ignoring his escaping rat entirely.
She prodded Lavender hard in the side, who jumped in alarm. “You nearly made me squash my toad, Hermione. What is it?”
Hermione tried to gesture at Ron and Harry without being obvious. “Ron is telling Harry about us,” she said out of the side of her mouth.
“So what? We didn’t do anything wrong.” Lavender said while irritably prodding her toad, which was now shifting colors in a rainbow pattern. “At least not yet.” She giggled.
Hermione narrowed her eyes sternly. “Seriously, Lavender. I don’t want the whole school thinking that I’m gay.”
“Are you?” Lavender asked simply.
“No! Well, not entirely. I don’t know. I definitely like boys. At least, some boys.” Hermione said defensively.
“Then it will sort itself out, don’t worry. Besides, Harry isn’t really the gossipy type, is he?” Lavender’s toad was now back to its magenta color, but had sprouted wheels and she was having a much harder time keeping it contained.
“He’s not. But what if he thinks I’m gay?” Hermione asked, trying to sound as if this wasn’t a serious concern.
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. He won’t think that for long.” Lavender grinned wickedly.
“Don’t try and force Harry to do anything just because of your star chart. He deserves to make up his own mind on me.” Hermione caught herself. “Not that I’m interested in him anyway.”
“Uh huh. Well, we’ll see. I’m not forcing anyone to do anything. I didn’t force you, did I? I seem to remember you were the one who kissed me.” Lavender teased.
Hermione tried to frown, but her cheeks went pink and she had to fight down a smile. “Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry, I know you aren’t going to force him into anything. I just think you put too much stock in those predictions. We can’t know how things will turn out, or even if we’re reading the signs correctly. There are simply too many variables.”
“Isn’t that what practice and study are for, though? To get better at things that are difficult by doing them over and over and learning from people who have done the same?” Lavender answered critically.
Hermione was stumped. This was, in fact, exactly the sort of point she should have been making, but she didn’t want to admit that. “Well, yes. I suppose. Still, I’m not convinced.”
Lavender giggled and shrugged. Then she held up her wheely toad to Hermione and gave her an imploring look. Hermione sighed and helped her setting it right again while her hedgehog curled up in a football sized orb. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Harry looking at her curiously.
They got through the rest of their classes without much of consequence happening. That evening, Hermione pulled a table into one of the alcoves in the common room, so that they could all look over their charts without being interrupted. She laid hers out and tacked it down, then started looking for Lavender and Harry. She found them coming through the portrait, and there was a rapacious look on Lavender’s face.
“Oh no, my books!” Lavender spilled her bag all over the narrow passage through the portrait, blocking herself and Harry from entering the common room. Parchment, quills and books were scattered everywhere. She bent at the waist to start gathering them up, leaving Harry to only be able to see her bottom and the back of her legs.
“Sorry, Lavender! Did I bump into you? Do you need help picking things up?” Harry asked kindly.
“Oh, would you? I’m sorry, I am such a klutz. I would really appreciate the help.” Lavender said, craning her neck back up over her side.
She was standing in the center of the passage and didn’t move, so Harry had to stand nearly on top of her to try and get at the books and things on the ground. He bent over and had to brace his hand on her back to keep from falling over. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m making this much too hard, aren’t I?” Lavender giggled, shifting to the side.
Harry coughed and spluttered. “Wha—? Oh, no, it’s fine. Here you go.” He handed over the things he had scooped off the ground and she put them back in her bag.
“Thank you so much, Harry! You’re so sweet.” Lavender turned around and hugged him tight around his neck. Still bent low, he had to turn his head to the side to keep from going face first into her chest.
Hermione cleared her throat noisily. “Lavender. Did you still want to study?” She asked pointedly.
Lavender giggled and let go of Harry. “Coming, Hermione! Harry, come on. Let’s look at yours too.”
Harry gawped vacantly, then shook himself and followed them into the alcove. Lavender didn’t take out her star chart, but pulled her chair to the side so Harry could slide in past her and sit next to Hermione. Then she pulled her chair back and scooted close to sandwich him between them. He tried to scoot back a little to give them more room, but the back of his chair was already against the wall.
“Umm, a little tight isn’t it?” Harry asked.
“Is tight a problem for you, Harry?” Lavender asked.
Hermione glared at her. “I think what Harry means is that you’ve forced him too close.”
“Huh? No, it’s okay. I mean, I don’t mind. If we’re looking at each other’s work, I guess it makes sense to be close.” Harry said.
“See? Harry doesn’t mind being packed in next to you. Doesn’t Hermione smell good, Harry?” Lavender grinned.
Harry blushed. “Um, yeah. I guess she does.” He sniffed inadvertently and turned a deeper shade of crimson. “Really good, yeah.”
Hermione stared at Lavender miserably. “I’m sure Harry is just being polite, Lavender. Can we actually study, please? I’m so far behind.”
Harry squeezed his hand into his bag under the table and pulled out his chart, then spread it out on the table. Lavender rolled her eyes and pulled out hers as well. “I guess that’s what we’re here for, after all.”
Hermione was all business. She was doing her best to keep Lavender on topic while she asked her questions and tried to understand the different ways the aspected planets would alter the prediction she would write down. She couldn’t seem to get past the idea that once all the numbers were in place and the houses defined, there was a leap of intuition to choose between a few possible interpretations. There were no perfectly clear-cut answers, you just had to trust instinct.
“I’m sorry, that just seems very woolly. I don’t know how you can ever hope to be precise with such methods.” Hermione said fussily after going back over a set of results a third time and asking Lavender why it was more likely they meant that she was going to have a pleasant conversation with a friend than a torrid affair with a powerful royal.
“I don’t really worry about being precise. I just listen to the Universe, and it tells me what it wants me to know.” Lavender shrugged.
“But isn’t it ever wrong?” Hermione needed to understand.
“I’m wrong all the time, but the Universe isn’t. Sometimes the thoughts you carry into a reading pollute it and make it hard to see the truth behind things.” Lavender explained.
Harry had his head down over his chart, which he had not touched since finishing Divination the year before, and was trying to catch up with all the recent planet movements. He was cheating extensively off of Hermione’s chart and hoping he was reading it correctly. “So what does mine say, Lavender? I can’t understand it at all.” He scratched his head in confusion.
“Hermione, why don’t you read it? You can practice your intuition. You know Harry, so try not to bring your assumptions into the reading.” Lavender challenged.
Hermione harumphed and settled over the chart, reviewing the different positions and making notes. “Okay, so, Harry, you’ve got… Venus, Mars, and Jupiter in a stellium in Libra. Libra is—,” Hermione cut off and glared at Lavender.
“Libra is what, Hermione?” Lavender giggled.
“Libra is new relationships.” Hermione said grudgingly. “Venus and Mars are the lovers, and their… sexual energy is reinforced by the stellium.” Harry gulped. Hermione continued. “Jupiter is the governing planet of the travelers, which would be…” She checked her notes and scrunched her face up. “Sagittarius.”
“I don’t understand. What does any of that mean?” Harry asked, puzzled.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” Hermione said insistently. “But the prediction is that you’ll be involved in a powerful sexual relationship with a Sagittarius, or someone else who is a traveler, and at least one other woman. As a Leo, Mars is taking the place of the Sun in the reading because of the masculine energy.”
Harry burst out laughing. “A sexual relationship? But I’m not even talking to anyone right now. To be honest, nobody has even shown any interest in me.”
Lavender gave Hermione a look that very clearly communicated one word. Boys. Hermione gracefully avoided pointing out that Lavender was practically crawling into his lap by this point. Harry really was clueless about some things. “Harry, I wouldn’t take it seriously. It’s just a silly prediction. I’m sure you do have girls who are interested in you, though.” Hermione said confidently.
“You really think so?” Harry asked, yawning. When he stretched his arms out, Lavender ducked under one so that he couldn’t bring it back to his side without laying it across her shoulders.
“Yes, I think so, Harry.” Hermione said sarcastically.
Harry finally seemed to catch up. He stared in alarm at Lavender curled up against his chest. “Oh! Um. Lavender, I didn’t realize. Didn’t you…? Weren’t you two….?”
“You shouldn’t believe everything Ron tells you. He didn’t stick around long enough to see as much as he wanted.” Lavender purred. Harry blushed furiously.
Hermione sighed. It seemed foregone at this point. Lavender was going to wind him up until he popped, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it without embarrassing Harry. Still, that was no reason to completely surrender. If he ended up with only Lavender, that would prove the Universe was wrong about at least one thing.
“He didn’t— I mean, I’m sure he just… Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I don’t mind if—,” Harry failed to say.
“What did he tell you he saw?” Lavender asked softly.
“He just, he said you and Hermione were, um, snogging. Down here, in the Common Room. Really heavily.” Harry swallowed hard.
“Well it’s not very fair that he got to watch and you didn’t. Do you want to see us kiss too, Harry?” Lavender asked in a voice barely above a whisper, a hand splayed across his chest, ostentatiously feeling the hard muscle beneath the robe.
Harry spluttered and went wide-eyed. He didn’t manage to form a sentence, but Hermione noticed that something was happening in his trousers that suggested Harry was going to be extremely popular if word ever got around among the other female students. Lavender didn’t wait for a proper response. She curled a single small finger in beckoning to Hermione, who felt drawn inexorably forward. Lavender grabbed her by the collar and pulled her into a wet, fiery, violent kiss. She whimpered quietly as Lavender bit her lip and lured her across until she had to brace herself against Harry’s chair with a hand between his legs.
“Is that what Ron saw?” Lavender asked mischievously, pulling away and leaving a glistening strand of saliva still connected to Hermione’s mouth. Hermione looked slightly dazed and was still positioned over Harry’s lap.
“Umm. I think so.” Harry said wobbily.
“Was it better seeing it than hearing about it?” Lavender challenged.
“Definitely.” Harry was trying to figure out where to put his hands that wouldn’t be inappropriate to Hermione. There weren’t a lot of options. He settled for placing one hand on her back and the other hand he left draped around Lavender.
Hermione turned her head away, so that his face was full of thick, cinnamon curls. Lavender giggled and ran a hand along his thigh. “Hermione is embarrassed, but I’m not. Do you want a turn, Harry?”
His eyes went wide as saucers. “Um…”
She leaned in and, with her bottom lip, caressed his lips. She kissed him, first softly, a floating dandelion of a kiss. Then firmer, more insistent, pushing her mouth into his until his teeth pressed back against her tender lips. She gripped his thigh hard in her hand and ran it down to his knee. He groaned into her mouth and pulled Hermione closer to himself instinctively. Her hand quickly tried to re-balance her and ended up pressed against the firm outline running down his inner thigh.
Lavender pulled back from the kiss and gave Harry a calculating look. “Know anywhere we can be alone?”
Harry chuckled. “Maybe one or two places.” He took her hand. Hermione still wasn’t looking directly at him. He ran his hand up her back and wrapped his palm around the back of her head. With gentle pressure, he turned her until she was looking up at him. “You’re coming with us, right Hermione?”
She couldn’t quite meet his eyes. “Do you even want me to? I mean, isn’t Lavender—”
“I want you more than anything, Hermione. I’m sorry, Lavender, but it’s true. Hermione, if you’re not interested in me, I understand, but I think you are. If so, I want to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt.” Harry said, his nervousness burning away under the intensity of his desire.
Hermione finally stared into those honest emerald eyes and knew that he meant every word. She blushed and nodded. Kissing him quickly, she pushed her things roughly into her bag and tried to scoot out of the alcove. Harry grinned and followed her out. On their way to the door, he summoned the Marauder’s Map, which came zooming across the empty Common Room to land in his hand.
They hurried quickly to the fifth floor, Lavender searching inquisitively for any clues where they could be going. Finally, Harry spotted what he was looking for. The statue of Gregory the Smarmy, portly and bearded. Harry leaned in and whispered “King Richard,” and the statue bowed and stepped aside. Lavender gasped in impressed amazement.
Once they stepped inside and the statue moved back into place, she assessed the passage. It wasn’t enormous, but it was certainly private. She pulled Harry against the wall and started kissing him passionately. She lifted her leg to wrap around his waist and grinded against the thigh of his trousers. Hermione meekly joined on Harry’s other side, kissing along his jaw and down his neck. Lavender tore at his robes, then his shirt, throwing his clothes aside as soon as they were free of him. Hermione trailed kisses down onto his hard, wiry pecs and rubbed her nose across his nipple. He laughed from the unexpected sensation and pulled her in close.
Clothes flew away in a frenzy as they wrestled into more convenient positions to kiss and lick and stroke the piece on each person that looked most inviting. When Lavender took hold of Hermione’s hair and snapped her head back hard to wrap her teeth around the pale, tender skin of her throat, Harry took a moment to look at the breathtaking beauty of the two girls and appreciate how lucky he was to be here. Lavender was bountiful and classic, her curves billowed and swelled like Aphrodite. Hermione was soft and pure, the platonic ideal of every boy’s first crush.
Lavender paused from making Hermione’s knees tremble to do the same. Whatever she had expected Harry to look like under his robes, she didn’t dare to expect this. With the confidence of lust running through him, he looked three inches taller. His muscles were hard and lined. His hands were long and clever. Thick, serpentine veins crawled over his forearms and wrapped across his lean biceps. Then there was the wonderful thing that no longer hung between his legs but stood proud and high. It was as big around as his wrist and Lavender was secretly convinced that if he put it inside her you would be able to see it when she opened her mouth.
She pulled Hermione to her knees and lined her face up in front of the glorious monster. Hermione whimpered in fear and lust, but she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Lavender fed Harry’s cock into the hungry maw until no more would fit. He growled with satisfaction and Hermione choked and gagged around him. Tears welled up in her eyes and her makeup ran down her cheeks. He froze and put a restraining hand on Lavender’s harm.
“I don’t want to force her to do anything. She looks like she can’t breathe.” He said, concern entering his voice.
“Just trust me, Harry. Hermione wants to be treated like a little cockslut.” She leaned down and whispered into Hermione’s ear warmly, “Isn’t that right, you dirty girl.” She let go of Hermione’s head to let her pull free of Harry’s cock, but she didn’t move. She just stared at Harry wordlessly with drool leaking from the corner of her mouth.
Harry grabbed a fistful of nut-brown hair and rocked his hips forward. Her throat opened and he slid deep inside, the muscles inside tightening and convulsing around his length. She let out a panicked moan and her little pink tongue moved around it, coating it with saliva and coaxing more into her mouth. Lavender took her head in two hands and braced her hips against it. Using Hermione’s mouth, Lavender thrust her hips forward and fucked Harry hard against the wall.
It didn’t take more than a few strokes before Harry was rigid with mounting ecstasy. He grabbed Lavender and pulled her into a ferocious kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth while his shaft pulsed and throbbed in Hermione’s throat. “I’m going to cum. I can’t hold it any more. I’m going to cum harder than I’ve ever cum in my life.”
Lavender didn’t hesitate, she dropped to her knees and pulled Hermione off of the cock, they took turns licking and kissing up and down the length, sucking at the head and running their tongues in circles around the tip. When the climax hit Harry, it splashed across Hermione’s lips, over her tongue, her face, and filling the cavern of her mouth. It was a fountain of pleasure. Hermione lapped it up gratefully while Lavender cleaned the corners of her mouth and licked the seed from her lips.
“Don’t think you’re getting off that easily,” Lavender said, smirking. “I think you said something about making Hermione feel better than she’s ever felt.”
Hermione stared up with puffy lips and red eyes and Harry saw something desperate behind them. The walls of her self-control had been torn away, and what was left was a being of boundless appetites. She looked sodden and weak, but only an inch below the surface, she was electrified and cock-starved. He knew that the last thing she wanted right now was to stop.
Harry pointed his wand at the wall and transfigured a sturdy shelf of stone with an ugly grey cushion. He lifted Lavender onto it and spread her knees. She giggled, “Ooh, I like this Harry. Take what you want. It’s yours.” He licked his fingers and ran them between her lower lips, teasing her already swollen clitoris and plunging into her tight, dripping depths. She moaned appreciatively.
Harry grabbed Hermione by the hair and dragged her, shuffling on her knees over between Lavender’s legs. She took the hint and stuck her tongue out uncertainly, licking Lavender, tasting her, sucking on her lips. Lavender squealed with surprised delight. “You’re learning quickly, Hermione. Oooh, your mouth is so warm and wet. I want you to eat to your heart’s content, sweetie. You’re such a good girl.” Hermione let out a guttural whine and slavered over Lavender’s drooling red cunt.
Harry grabbed her by the hips and lifted her into the air while she feasted on Lavender. He took his cock in hand and moistened it between her slippery folds. With a crashing thrust, he penetrated her and tore through her virgin heart. She howled in pain and pleasure and thin red streaks lined his powerful erection as he withdrew. Lavender took her head and pulled it back to her lascivious task and Hermione’s further moans were muffled by Lavender’s swollen, glistening pussy.
“God, you’re so tight, Hermione. Fuck. My cock feels like it’s being squeezed in half.” Harry groaned and bucked. His strong hands left deep pink dents in Hermione’s hips as he slammed his hips into her quivering bottom. He swung one hand like a paddle and, with a resounding CLAP, left a bright red hand-print on one ivory cheek. She gave a shuddering moan and her knees nearly folded. She tightened around his veined erection and Lavender let out a surprised gasp as Hermione clamped down and sucked hard on her clit.
“Oh, Harry. I think she enjoyed that one.” She tugged Hermione’s hair back and forced her to lock eyes. “Does the dirty slut enjoy being punished?” She whimpered and worked her jaw frantically, lapping at Lavender’s insides. Lavender thrust into her face vigorously and purred. “Mmm, well, I want to give my little good girl what she wants. Harry, punish her a little more.”
Harry pulled his hips back, leaving only the very tip spreading her. He swayed forward in little pushes, never entering her more than an inch before pulling back. She yearned back, trying to sink him further inside, but Lavender held tight to her hair, not letting her mouth stray from between her legs. With each attempt to thrust back, Harry swatted her bum. Little stinging slaps to first one cheek, then the other. Raised red welts stood on the delicate flesh, the clean, smooth skin growing sweaty and colored with punishment.
“I think she wants to behave now, what do you think?” Lavender said, looking into her wild, ravenous eyes. Harry rolled his hips forward, sinking a few more inches of his iron-hard cock into her and a tear of relief tumbled down her face. “Yes, I think she’s gaining a much stronger respect for intuition now.”
Luxuriously, Lavender rode an orgasm as it climbed through her clenched toes, flowed in a wave through her hips and crested with her pulling on her stiff nipple. She combed her fingers through Hermione’s tangled mane and guided her up onto her chest. Carefully, gently, she kissed her, tasting her own juices smeared across Hermione’s lips. Hermione panted and rested on Lavender’s soft breasts, kissing her, snuggling against her, caressing her face and her shoulders.
Harry stepped forward and slid inside Lavender. She gasped in pleasure and hugged Hermione tightly. “Oh Merlin, what a monster. What do you feed that thing, Harry?”
He chuckled and sawed forward in a heavy rhythm like swinging a hammer with his hips. “I haven’t fed him anything yet. Imagine how strong he’ll be when he gets done with you.”
“Mmm, if I have to be the virgin you sacrifice to keep the villagers safe, I’ll consider it my noble duty.” Lavender said regally.
“Uh huh, and you’re a virgin, are you Lav?” Harry laughed.
She giggled fitfully as he pounded into her steadily. “It’s a figure of speech, Harry. Heavens, Hermione, I’m amazed he didn’t break you in half. Having your first time with Harry may make for a sweet story, but I don’t know if it’s fair to your poor pussy.”
Hermione didn’t speak, she just murmured and nuzzled against Lavender’s neck. Lavender stroked her hair and kissed her on the cheek. “I think you’ve worn her out. If you need to finish using me, I guess I wouldn’t mind.” She gave him a wicked smile.
“I’m so grateful that you’re willing to make such a selfless gesture.” Harry said sarcastically, proving the lie by slamming forward and forcing an animalistic cry from Lavender’s mouth.
“What can I say, I’m all heart,” Lavender said weakly, trying to keep her focus enough to smile. Harry’s incessant pounding was driving the thoughts from her head, and she was losing herself in the raging storm of stimulation.
Acting on instinct, Harry lubricated a finger between Hermione’s abused folds and gently pushed it into her bottom. She fizzed and mewed and rocked against his hand. His long, devious finger curled inside her, massaging the walls of her belly. Lavender and Hermione writhed together, sliding across each other in sweaty, slippery bliss. Lavender tensed and thrashed in another shuddering orgasm. Harry’s cock springing from her limp form to hang over them both.
He lifted Hermione’s hips and pushed her face low. She pressed her lips against Lavender’s and their tongues wrestled and plunged past each other. Harry positioned the tip of his cock right at the puckering ring of Hermione’s bumhole and let the gentle pressure settle it against her. Hermione whimpered and rocked her bottom back, letting the tip of the towering erection spread her hole just a little at a time.
Lavender purred in her ear, “Just relax. Nice and easy, sweetie. The more tense you are, the more it hurts.”
Hermione exhaled slowly, and the veiny rod slid a bit further inside her. Harry groaned and she bleated softly. She took another deep breath, and he went in further still. Slowly, inevitably, he sank to the hilt between her cheeks and she quivered the length of her spine. Her stomach tensed and a ripple of pressure flowed down the length of his shaft. He pushed his hips against her and let the steady rhythm fill her.
They settled like that, carrying the gentle back and forth to a thrumming bliss. The flutters in Hermione’s stomach quickened and intensified, the fullness swelling until it buzzed in her ears. She cried out, sobbing and shuddering as a final orgasm pulled apart her senses and cut the strings holding her up. Just as she was collapsing, Harry sank into his own climax, twitching and spurting inside her.
They all three sank to the ground, the products of their lust thick in the air like morning haze. The two girls leaned against Harry’s chest and the silence was heavy like the passing of a thunderstorm. He kissed them each on the top of the head and they nuzzled into him. The intensity of the moment was passing and leaving them feeling tired and silly.
“This still doesn’t prove anything.” Hermione said fussily to Lavender.
Lavender giggled and kissed her on the nose. “No, not a thing.”
They laughed and collapsed onto the ground. Lavender was asleep minutes later. Hermione only a few minutes after. Harry let them rest for an hour or so, then woke them enough to dress them and carried them back to Gryffindor tower, Hermione on his back and Lavender in his arms, snoring gently.
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