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Luna Explores	By : Aarden_Fluvier Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 17445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The friends were finally all back together, although Dippet had disappeared..  Sellsit had the Grimoire, and  they were ready to implement the next step of their plan, if only they knew what it was.     They had all discovered much about themselves in the previous few days, mainly through various magical enhancements. Luna had further accessed her nascent sex magic, Neville had discovered a bolder, sexier and more dominant version of himself,   Hermione had found a new erotic gear when she’d spontaneously transformed into her cat state as Dippet fucked her and Harry… Well, although he was trying to block it out, Harry had found a little piece of himself that was not totally hetero-sexual.   He was desperately hoping Fred didn't reveal this to the girls, or was he?

It was 48 hours now that they had kept Umbridge,  but they were still arguing over what to do.    However, their first step, regardless of her final fate was to get Luna’s father released.   This required another message from Umbridge to be delivered, this time to her cronies in the Ministry, who must surely be wondering where she was.  It seemed likely that nobody else in the Ministry really wanted to keep him there for his own sake, as he was not a powerful political figure – the Quibbler was always considered a fringe amusement rather than a seriously influential paper.   They decided that the best way to do this was via another pictronis.   They had learned previously, in their experiences with Madame Morgana and Death how to send a pictronis.  That is, one recorded the pictronis with one wand, but could dispatch the pictronis itself somewhere else where it could be played by other wands.   The pictronis itself had an existence independent of the spell and the wand.  They were just instruments in its management.

Although Umbridge was not in good shape, her ugly mind still refused to truly see  what was happening (or perhaps her mental state was degrading).  This was not to her advantage, because it gave the others some control still.  She believed that if she met their conditions, they would release her to her banishment.    Although she was not in good shape, with a little creative magic, it was easy to dress her back up in her usual clothes and hair style.  With a little decent food, it was easy to improve her health sufficiently that they were confident nobody would be suspicious when they viewed the pictronis.   Hermione wrote a short script for Umbridge, threatening the return of the Golem if Umbridge didn't read it perfectly.   “You will be your usual smug, dangerous but saccharine self, Dolores, and you will be convincing.  If you are not, or attempt to send a coded signal in any way,  my obsidian friend may return to convince you otherwise.” Umbridge did manage to look frightened at this thought.  Even Harry no longer believed she was scheming beyond the obvious.  Actually, the idea of that Golem returning frightened them all.

Harry cast the pictronis spell and Umbridge, seated neatly,  began her message.  “Colleagues, I have concluded that Mr. Lovegood should be released.  This is because it does not seem possible to extract any useful information out of his daughter.    I decided to visit Hogwarts again myself, and with my spies here, concluded that she does indeed barely know Harry Potter, despite her best efforts to get to know him.  This is because Potter is very arrogant, and he has no time for somebody like Luna Lovegood because she is somewhat different in her view of the world.  Further, I discovered that because she is so insecure, she mainly spends her time offering her pussy to anybody that will take it.  However, even this didn’t work with Potter because his girlfriend Hermione Grainger is obsessively jealous.  If he as much as smiled at Lovegood, Grainger would probably violently attack him.  Potter is not particularly powerful or magically talented, whereas Grainger is both skilled and powerful.   This information about Potter’s weaknesses is actually more useful to us than anything Lovegood could ever supply.  Therefore, I order the release of Mr. Lovegood.  Please make up some kind of appropriate story to tell him -  a misunderstanding, or some such.    Make sure you ensure he remains quiet though.  You can achieve this, if necessary, by threatening him with the safety of his daughter.  See that my instructions are carried out precisely, and I shall return to the Ministry in due course.”

With that, Harry terminated the spell, and the pictronis remained safe in his wand.  Hermione was the first to speak; “that was very good Dolores, you were especially convincing when you mentioned that I might have violently attacked Harry.  I guess you have some first-hand experience with that eh?”  Umbridge just glared malevolently at her.   “So let’s send the pictronis to your contacts at the ministry and get Luna’s father freed.”   With that, she concentrated, thinking of her recent experience with Luna in the tunnel, and her patronus, related magically to the pictronis, erupted from her wand.   Harry placed the tip of his wand in the otter’s mouth, and the pictronis exuded out of his wand and into the otter for safe keeping.  Hermione then, whilst maintaining the patronus, incanted the name of Umbridge’s contact in the ministry, and directed her otter patronus to deliver the pictronis.  This form of messenger patronus could be maintained for long periods of time autonomously.  It was not there to guard against evil, such as the dementors, it was like the magical guides that Harry and Fred encountered in the Ministry.  As such, it required much less focus and magical energy to create and sustain.  Hermione had learned this from Madame Morgana, as it was how she had delivered her terribly sexy pictronis to Hogwarts.

Having done that, Harry looked thoughtful, “you know Hermione, can you mask the form of your messenger patronus?  I ask because it is known that the otter is your patronus and so this links us to Umbridge, “we need an anonymous way to deliver the message.”  Hermione raised one of her luscious eyebrows, “very good point Harry, you aren’t just all courage and cock are you!  In fact I can, I learned this at the same time I learned the basic messenger patronus skill.  So, the obvious thing to do is to send it with Umbridge’s patronus form.  Do you remember,  over a year ago when she first came to Hogwarts, when she still had her basic magic, she conjured it to show off.  Her form is the Persian cat.”   Hermione’s otter was waiting patiently, ‘standing’ on the floor.  Hermione got down on her hands and knees so she could look it in the eye.   As she well knew, this had the fortunate side-effect of revealing her bottom and pussy to all who were watching. The boys immediately had their hands on their cocks and Luna found the need to hug Fred rather intensely.  Fortunately for the mission, Hermione remained focused on her task, and as she gazed at the otter, she incanted the shape-shifting overlay spell, and the otter, somewhat reluctantly it seemed, morphed into Umbridge’s Persian cat.   To everybody else’s disappointment, Hermione stood back up, and with a trail of light, the otter/Persian cat bounded off on its mission.  When it returned, Hermione would know its mission was complete.  When Mr. Lovegood was released,  they would all know the mission was a success.   By now Luna was busily snogging Fred, and the boys were standing hopefully with their cocks bulging through their pants, but Hermione was not actually in the mood for more fun right now.

“Ha ha, come on everyone, so easily distracted by a girl’s pink delights!   We need some discussion about Umbridge’s potential futures don’t you think? It seems  clear that Umbridge no longer has any useful role to play.  She has ordered Lovegood’s release and she  made her earlier pictronis recording admitting her guilt.  So let’s discuss her future – as far as I am concerned, she can enjoy listening.” Reluctantly, Luna extracted her tongue from Fred, and the boys had to just await their cocks to de-tumesce again.  Being teenagers, it was hard to get their cocks down once they were hard!

Their first option was to just  kill her.   Nobody really seemed to be a strong advocate for this, given the impact that brutalizing her had had on them.    Hermione thought that Umbridge could just disappear, and nobody could ever trace her disappearance to them. But others pointed out that there was the link via Mr. Lovegood.  Those that knew he was being held would easily turn their attention to Luna and then the actual reality of her friendship to Hermione, Harry and Neville would turn the spotlight on her.  “But that would incriminate them straight away,” shot back Hermione.  “Maybe, but I’m not sure they are smart enough to realise that,” suggested Harry.  “Anyway, I think it is risky, and much though I hate and despise Umbridge, I personally don’t intend to kill her in cold blood.  I’d be happy to kill her in a fight though.”  He turned to glare at Umbridge as he said this.  She returned his glare and then spat at him.  Harry just smiled at her, just to annoy her a bit more.

“So,” said Luna, “our second option, after we reveal her crimes, is to turn her over to the authorities, that is, the Ministry.   Whilst she has friends there, the moment the extent of her criminal activity is revealed, nobody will support her.  However, I could imagine a scenario where former friends, perhaps as corrupt as Umbridge, work to minimize any sentence she receives.  If we didn’t turn her over to the Ministry, then our third option is to escort her out of the country and leave her, but again that might be traced back to us and I don’t trust her to keep her word anyway.”  Umbridge was smirking to herself a bit though this conversation, which reinforced this view.   “You children are pathetic,” she hissed. “I would have killed the lot of you by now if it was me. So weak and confused in your thinking, you will never achieve any greatness.”

“Shut up Dolores,” growled Hermione, “it has been pointed out before that you should not confused weakness with our innate humanity and generosity.”   With that, she strode right up to Umbridge, who remained unbound, and took her neck in her left hand.  With her right she produced her knife again. “Do you remember how much you enjoyed our conversation last time, Dolores?” she asked.  “Do you remember how you kept cutting yourself out of fear ? Do you remember pissing and shitting yourself you were so pathetically scared?  Well, you were right to be scared, and you should be just as scared now, because we may yet just kill you, and do it horribly.  You know I’ve got a bit of a taste for it now.”  As she said this, Hermione, lightly touched her knife to Umbridge’s cheek, and  winked at the others, so they knew she was just acting - she was very convincing though.  Umbridge again jumped with the contact of the steel with her cheek causing it to slice her open a little – the blood trickled slowly down her face.   Hermione, still holding her very firmly by the neck, taunted her some more.  “You aren’t even bound right now, Dolores. The only things holding you are your fear of me and my hand around your throat.  Why don’t you attack me Dolores, like you tried to with Fred?  Maybe then Harry might have to defend me though, he’d be very happy I’m sure to do that.” Harry shifted, his wand flicked, and on his left hand appeared a very nasty  looking spiked knuckle duster.  He sauntered over to Umbridge and Hermione.  “Yes Dolores, why don’t you attack Hermione, perhaps you could grab the knife and cut her before I stove in the side of your head with this?”

The mood was very ugly again, and it was clear it would not take much to provoke Harry or Hermione into some physical violence.   Umbridge did not move a muscle.  At that moment, there was a rustle of wind, and suddenly Madame Sellsit appeared.  Her arrival distracted them all from the current situation, and Hermione, with a flick of her wand, re-bound Umbridge, and then she and Harry ignored Umbridge to meet Sellsit.  Hermione greeted her, “how nice to see you Madame Sellsit, we weren’t exactly expecting you so it’s an extra pleasure.”     Neville looked exceptionally happy to see Sellsit also.  Luna figured to herself that Neville was probably already re-imagining his recent experiences, and she knew what that would do to him.  After she had received hugs all round, with Neville lingering the longest, she sat down looking very pleased to see them all.

Hermione related all that had happened whilst she had been away fetching the Grimoire, and Sellsit was very well pleased to discover her suspicions about why they had so badly abused Umbridge were true.  Although, she did note, that she seemed to have interrupted a potential scenario rather like the last one! “How are you going with your deliberations on Umbridge’s future?” she questioned.  Hermione replied that they had discussed two options,  and she thought that they were tending towards first revealing Umbridge’s pictronis, and then, after the ruckus died down a little, to release her into the Ministry’s care for punishment.  This might involve a long time at Azkaban.  “Well, I’m sure you know that is risky, she may still have some people who could get her sentence lessened.”  “Yes that’s right Madame Sellsit,” replied Luna, who then characteristically decided to hug Sellsit some more, because she knew Sellsit’s future was also still unknown.  Everybody enjoyed Luna’s hugs, and Sellsit was no exception.  Eventually, Luna peeled herself off Sellsit, the latter breathing rather heavily – after all, they were both imbued with strong sex magic…

Sellsit straightened herself, and then continued, “whatever her final fate, I think it is time to anonymously release the evidence.  It makes no difference to what we do afterwards.”   There were no disagreements, and at that very moment the Persian cat came bounding back looking very pleased with itself before it turned back into an otter and then disappeared.   Luna looked very excited, “Oh I must find out if Daddy is safe at home,” she exclaimed, hopping from foot to foot.   The next moment, an owl flapped into view.  How it got into the room of requirements nobody knew, but there it was. It made a bee-line (owl-line?) for Luna, landing on her arm, and proffering a message encased leg.  Luna took the time to stroke and thank the owl, which immediately flew off on its next mission, and then she opened the parchment.  “It’s him, he’s safe at home, but they threatened to hurt me if he didn’t keep quiet.” “That’s ok,” said Harry, “we will let him know that it’s fine for him to remain quiet because we are dealing with Umbridge and you will remain safe.  So, now that Mr Lovegood is safe, we can anonymously release the pictronis recording, and pictures of the dead muggle children – this will seal your fate, Umbridge.”  He glared at her as he said this.   “Fuck off little boy,” she growled, “come over here and let me kill you with own bare hands.” Umbridge was becoming seriously unhinged, she was so out of control now.   Harry laughed at her.  “Dolores, you are hilarious, I might just come over there and shit on you, for all the control you have over the situation now.” “If you come near me I’ll rip your pathetic cock off at the base and pull your bowel out” she screamed hysterically. Harry laughed some more and sauntered over to here.  “OK Dolores, here I am.  Oh and look, here’s my cock.”  Harry pulled it out and waved it at Umbridge, who could do absolutely nothing apart from scream more abuse.   “I think I need to piss, Dolores, shall I use you some more as my toilet, or do you want to rip my cock off first?”  Harry was leering nastily at Umbridge as he turkey slapped her bleeding face, and then proceeded to pour a golden stream at her, making sure she got as much as possible up her nose and in her mouth – she couldn’t hold her breath long enough.  “Mmmmm yummy, Dolores, did you like that tasty treat,” taunted Harry.  “I think everybody should spend a little time treating you like this.  But first, let's send your evidence off.  Then you will feel nice and mellow and enjoy everything we have to offer you.”

“Now then,” said Sellsit, “as much fun as that is Harry, you are right, we need to dispatch the evidence. “ With that, she emitted several messenger patroni from her wand.  The forms ranged from  rabbits to small birds.  All rather non-descript and certainly not her true patrons form.  “OK Harry, please load them up.”   Harry coaxed the pictronis and pictures of the muggles from his wand, depositing it in the various messengers.  It seemed a slow and delicate process, but eventually each little figure was ready, and hopped or flew off to its magical destination with its load of Umbridge indictment.

Harry then turned to Umbridge again.  “Don’t think we are finished with you Dolores, we have a little time to kill.”  He managed to emphasize the word ‘kill’ in an especially sinister way.  Even though Umbridge had heard their discussion, she was very scared still they might kill her. In fact, over the two days, her mental state had started to unravel as fear dominated her more and more.  Her only defence was still attack “I told you Potter, come back here and unbind me and I’ll rip your stupid little boy cock off so you can bleed to death.”   “Sadly, Dolores, I’ve run out of piss, or I’d gladly come back and favour you with some more toilet training.”   Hermione and Luna looked evilly at each other – perhaps the Golem magic was still running around in their systems – and made their way to Umbridge.  “Hey Dolores, do you remember the first time I almost killed you,” asked Hermione sweetly.  Umbridge just nodded.  “I did this didn’t I?”  Hermione pushed Umbridge down onto the bed, and sat on Umbridge’s face again, making sure her ass and cunt were smothering her mouth and nose.  Then she worked her pelvis, rocking backwards and forwards a little, fucking her pussy with Umbridge’s nose.  “Is that nice, Dolores? But you know, my pussy isn’t really wet enough yet, I think we need some lubrication.”  Hermione then followed Harry’s lead and started also to piss on Umbridge.   Hermione had rather a full bladder, and her stream was very strong.   She made sure she directed it at Umbridge’s mouth, with some of it leaking up her nose, making her choke and cough.  This meant her mouth popped open so Hermione got some of her tasty treat down Umbridge’s throat.  It was a form of water boarding.  Hermione kept at it, Umbridge half choking and coughing and having to swallow Hermione’s piss to avoid drowning.

By now, Harry had pulled his cock back out, he did enjoy watching  Hermione’s pussy as she ground her slit on  Umbridge.  His cock was fully erect, and he went back to Umbridge.   “Come on Umbridge, don’t you want to rip this off me?” He stood over Umbridge, and positioned himself in front of the squatting Hermione, and pushed his cock into Hermione’s mouth.    “Oh fuck that’s good Harry” gurgled Hermione as she slurped his cock down.   Harry enjoyed Hermione’s warm wet mouth for a little, until finally her bladder was empty.   Umbridge was exhausted from her exertions trying to keep from drowning in piss, but Hermione was still fucking her nose and face.  “Come on Harry, show Dolores your puny boy cock close up, maybe she will be strong enough to escape her bonds and carry out her threat.”   Harry smirked, pulled his cock from Hermione’s mouth, and scooted to the rear of her.  Now Harry was positioned above Umbridge’s face, Hermione arched her back and proffered her bottom, and Harry pushed his cock straight into her ass hole.  Hermione gave a yelp as she had been expecting Harry to fuck her pussy, but this was just as nice, and it allowed her pussy to drip its last drops of urine onto Umbridge’s face.

Harry’s big balls were draping on Umbridge’s head and face now as he powered his rigid shaft in and out of Hermione’s ass.  Harry really did like this view – Hermione’s heart shaped ass, her puckered ass hole filled with his cock, her bushy mane of hair tossing with her pleasure.   “Can you see my puny cock, Dolores,” he gloated.  “Go on, rip it off, rip my balls of while you are at it.  Umbridge tried to bite his balls, but she was too tired and exhausted, and Harry was wary of that possibility – it was a token effort from her only.   Harry made sure his balls continued to dangle on her, and every now and then pulled his cock right out, partly so he could see Hermione’s sopping hairy slit, but also so he could smack Umbridge with his prick a little bit more.   Harry and Hermione were continuing to enjoy their power-over bad behavior, maybe it was the Golem magic or maybe they were just a bit ‘dark’ - most humans are.   Hermione and Harry could also see that Sellsit had also taken advantage of the situation – she was on all fours, voluminous dress around her waist and of course it was Neville who had his ever ready cock buried deep in her massive bush.    Not to be left out, Luna and Fred had found an unoccupied couch – Fred was whispering in Luna’s ear, and Luna, eyes closed, legs spread, was very busy with her fingers between her thighs, No doubt Fred was telling her how she was planning to entertain her in the future.

Hermione needed to cum – she found it hard to do that with her ass being plowed, so she pulled off Harry and inserted him in her pussy.  It was almost as tight as her ass hole despite the massive use it had had in recent times!     Harry’s eyes just about rolled up – “ahh Hermione’s pussy, what better place was there for a boy’s cock. “  Now they both largely forgot about Umbridge and quickened their pace and synced their rhythm.   Hermione was panting very loudly with each thrust, Harry normally a little quiet, was grunting in response.  Umbridge just had to put up with it, she was powerless.  Harry felt the tightening of his balls, and to hasten Hermione, he started to finger the ring of her ass hole – this always triggered Hermione to cum when she was close.   Harry was quickly rewarded with the clenching of her cunt and a cry of total bliss.    Harry smiled to himself, and allowed his orgasm to release.   The semen pumped from his cock into Hermione’s waiting vagina, her muscles squeezing his cock, milking it, desperate for each drop.      Eventually, Harry’s body stopped delivering semen to Hermione’s pussy, and he pulled his slackening, gleaming penis from her pink hole with a slurpy pop.       As he pulled out, some semen followed, as there really wasn’t room for it all in Hermione’s vagina.  The hot semen splattered on Umbridge’s face, and she flinched like it was the Golem’s acid fluid.  Harry, noticing this, opined that he would learn how to acidify his cum so he could burn Umbridge’s face to a scarred mess.      Hermione, sated now, raised one of her legs, so her cum-dripping gaping cunt was visible to everyone, and then clambered off of Umbridge.    Lazily, Hermione extracted some cum from her pussy with her finger, and wandered over to give Luna and Fred a taste.

Sellsit and Neville were done also, Sellsit’s thick bush covered in another thick slip of Neville’s semen.   “Well now,” said Sellsit, “if we can retain our focus for 5 minutes, we still need to figure out Umbridge’s fate.”  Harry looked thoughtful, not something he did easily, especially when his penis was still hanging majestically out of his pants, but he did manage the following – “Fred, didn't you say you wanted to take Umbridge, to right some previous wrongs?”   Fred reluctantly stopped nibbling on Luna’s ear to answer. “Yes Harry that’s right.  But I have to be honest with you, if the House Elfs take Umbridge, we will eventually kill her.     I don’t actually want to explain why or how, but she will die and it will be slow and exceedingly painful.”   Hermione, still working some more cum from her pussy for Luna, chimed in. “I think we have concluded we are not prepared to kill her,  even if others do it.  Fred, I’m sorry, but I veto this option, even if the others agree.”  The others actually agreed with Hermione, and so Fred had no support, although she did not push the House Elf  claim very strongly.

“So,” said Luna as she pulled a nice long strand of Harry’s cum out of her mouth and fiddled with it, like a piece of string, “the Ministry it is then?”   The others also nodded, but just when they thought they had agreed, another voice said, “I think there is another option.”  The voice was unmistakable, it was their good friend, Professor Dippet.  “How on earth did you find your way back again, Professor,” asked Hermione, really rather pleased to see the man whose penis totally filled her vagina with mathematical perfection.   “Ah Hermione, I see you have been getting ready for my visit!” the perennially horny Dippet observed.   “Ah well of course I’m always ready for you Professor,” flirted Hermione. Simultaneously she squeezed her breasts and walked over towards his portrait.  The others grinned as they joined her, Hermione and Dippet were definitely very enamoured with each other. Well there was enough sex to go around for everyone!   “Hello Professor,” cooed Hermione, still fondling her own boobs and licking her lips.  Regardless of what he had to say, she was already imagining her pussy filled to the brim by his pounding cock, and her pussy was already starting to tingle again, despite the fact that cum was still leaking out from her very recent fucking with Harry!      “You do turn up when least expected, Professor!  But we are *always* very delighted by your visits, aren’t we Luna?”   Luna could only agree, her own sex also starting to throb as she imagined lying on her back, Hermione’s cat tongue spearing into her pussy lips and Dippet enjoyed her friend’s fuck holes.

Harry, despite Fred’s earlier naughty talk to him, was not quite so obsessed with Dippet, and so he was paying a little more attention, and noticed that there was someone with Dippet.  “Professor, you seem to have brought a friend with you.  Is that related to Umbridge’s fate, or have you just been, err, busy again?”  “My boy, I have been extraordinarily busy, but only in the interests of your dilemma.   After I left you last time,   I thought very hard about whether I could help.  I have spent quite some time in the family Grimoire. I even used a time turner to extend my available time, so I have really done quite a lot of research.   I even had to decline some standing offers from my other portrait friends for, err, some of our regular activities.”  Dippet had the good grace to go a little red, although none of the rest could really understand that, he was not exactly a shy person!   “Anyway,  my research led me to an idea, which I think will be a good compromise between killing Umbridge or turning her over to the Ministry.”   They all looked very interested, and so he continued.  “My idea required a certain person to help with the process. That certain person needs to be connected to Umbridge personally,  but not be a part of her evil. She or he also needs to be magically pure, that is, to have never undertaken and dark magic, or any magic that might harm others.   Anyway, as I was pondering whether such a person existed,  the room of requirements sent me another guide, it’s becoming quite the norm isn’t it !    I had no reason to doubt the guide, so I followed it. I was led through a very complex series of portrait tunnels, until I found myself, finally, at the end.  I was in a portrait overlooking a fairly simple but elegant  living room,  and in that room was a most beautiful woman.

At that moment, Madame Sellsit, who was also peering hard into Dippet’s portrait, cried out “Daphnit, by all my stars, the room has led Dippet to you!”    Now they all looked, and Daphnit’s form became clearer, standing next to Dippet.  Only Sellsit and Neville had met her, and Neville’s heart rate was already threatening to explode his cock with a rush of blood.   There was an immediate cacophony as everybody tried to talk at once – Daphnit looked a little overwhelmed, but Dippet held her hand comfortingly (he really could be quite chivalrous when needed).   Slowly, the noise died down, and they all listened expectantly to what Dippet would say next.
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