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A/N: Here is a very happy birthday present for WiseGuyBro! Happy birthday, my dear.
Also, on a more somber note...My employee at work put in her two weeks today. :( Time to start doing interviews!

Day Thirty-Eight:
"Slumming again, eh, Daph?" Harry asked, sauntering into the room of requirement, unannounced. Both girls on the conjured bed looked up in shock at the sound of his voice. Hermione hastened to cover herself. "Harry! What the blazes do you think you're doing?" Hermione exclaimed. She had the thin sheet pulled up to her shoulders, but the outline of her body was quite visible through the flimsy cloth. Her cheeks had blushed a bright red. Daphne tossed her lustrous brown hair over her shoulder and huffed in that way that pure-bloods must have all been instructed on in their infancy.
"I'll thank you to see yourself out, Potter," she voiced with a sense of finality. Harry's face fell. He was anticipating a bit of ribbing, which of course would segue into foreplay, and he'd be invited to join them, right? However, that wasn't looking likely as he glanced, first, at one of his best friends who wouldn't meet his eye, then the icy glare of the Slytherin princess which was trained on him. His shoulders slumped. "Fine... Sorry I interrupted," he mumbled, turning to leave. The girls shared a look. Daphne raised an eyebrow. Him? Hermione couldn't possibly want him... Could she?
"Potter, wait," she called, her eyes trained on her girlfriend's. She smiled as she saw Hermione's face light up. She beckoned him over, before tugging the sheet down to reveal Hermione's perfect body, covering it with her own as she kissed her girlfriend soundly. She didn't mind so much if it was him that she wanted. They'd been talking about... experimenting. She felt a hand against her back, and fought to refrain from tensing under the unfamiliar touch. She pulled away from Hermione's lips so they both could watch as a suddenly awkward, extremely nervous looking, Harry hurried out of his clothes. He was already rock hard and bobbed to attention once he was free of his trousers. Daphne smiled to herself. At least he was adequate in that department. She'd be sore for a week if he wasn't careful.
He slid into bed beside Hermione, gritting his teeth as she immediately reached a hand out to wrap around his shaft, squeezing it experimentally. He groaned, pulling her towards him and bringing his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. Daphne admired the view. She had thought seeing Hermione with someone else would inspire nothing but jealousy, but here she was. She was getting wet. Extremely so. She watched as Hermione began awkwardly stroking Harry's cock, both of them lost in their kiss. She took that chance to slide down between Hermione's legs. She parted her girlfriend's lips with her tongue, tracing a long line down the length of her, pausing to dip her tongue inside of her briefly, before making her way to her clit.
She could tell her girlfriend was already throbbing with the need for release. Her clit was swollen and hard. She attacked it with her tongue, and nearly laughed as Hermione screamed against Harry's lips. Harry tore himself away, his eyes glued to Daphne's ministrations. His pupils were blown wide with lust and Daphne moaned to herself, her fingers reaching down, seemingly of their own accord, so that she could try to relieve the ache deep inside of her. He moved his attention to Hermione's breasts, palming their weight, and passing his thumbs over her nipples. He kissed his way down her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin there. He broke Hermione's hold on him, worried about his staying power if she continued, and slid down her body.
He pulled Daphne away from her body, attacking her lips with his own, tasting Hermione on them. Daphne moaned against his lips as Hermione's fingers replaced her own. Hermione knew just how to please her, and was using every trick she'd learned, it seemed. She was screaming out her orgasm in record time. Once Daphne had caught her breath, she glanced at her two lovers of the moment to see Hermione bent over in front of Harry on her hands and knees. Harry was pounding his cock deep inside her at a brutal pace, and it seemed her girlfriend was loving it. She made her way to the couple, sliding her body underneath Hermione's. She gasped as Hermione's nipples brushed against her own, and struggled to focus as she situated herself underneath the pliant body. She spread her legs just above where Hermione's knees hit the mattress, almost as if she was straddling her lap, if they'd been vertical. She scoot herself down just a little further, putting another willing hole in Harry's line of sight.
Harry grinned, repositioning his angle as he withdrew from Hermione's tight pussy, and drove himself into Daphne instead. Daphne gritted her teeth at the sudden intrusion. The initial pain and stinging gave way to a wondrous sort of pleasure after only a few moments. She hoped she didn't bleed. He didn't need to know he was the first man she'd been with. Hermione's eyes were on her, and she kissed away the stray tears that escaped her eyes. She set to distracting Daphne from any remaining discomfort, kissing her passionately, and toying with her sensitive nipples. Daphne was moaning and writhing beneath her before long.
That was about the time Harry decided to switch it up. He drew out of Daphne, and plunged himself back into Hermione, moaning at the change in sensation. Both girls were magnificently tight, Daphne moreso, but Hermione had amazing muscle control. It was such a different experience for him. He thrusted into her a few strokes, switching back to Daphne, then back to Hermione once more, keeping both girls guessing. His hands traveled down Hermione's body, dipping between her legs, and he began to rub her clit quickly, using his other hand to hold her up when her body nearly gave out on her.
He could feel the pressure building, and he was determined to make Hermione cum before he did. He heard Daphne's moans and glanced down to see Hermione's hand wedged between their bodies, rubbing furiously at her girlfriend's clit. He drove himself back into Daphne, fucking her hard until he heard her scream her release. He spared barely a second before burying himself deep inside Hermione, going faster, and harder. His heart was pounding in his chest. The edge of his vision dimmed until all he saw was the two beautiful girls laid out before him. He doubled his efforts against Hermione's clit, grunting with the effort, and finally let go, unable to hold himself back any longer. He was mid-orgasm when he felt Hermione's muscles clamp down around his shaft, milking his cock, as she came hard.
Hermione's arms gave out, and Daphne cradled her against her chest, both of their chests heaving with an effort to catch their breath. Harry collapsed beside them, his face buried against the pillow. It was another five minutes or so before he felt fingers digging into his ribs. He groaned, lifting his head long enough to turn to look at the girls before dropping it back to the pillow. "You lot have killed me," he mumbled against the fabric. Hermione, who was the closest to him, giggled and kissed the tip of his nose. "Yeah, back at you, Harry. Not to mention my girlfriend's poor virgin pussy that is going to be too sore for me to play with for a few days." Daphne slapped her arm, half-heartedly. She was exhausted, and didn't much like the idea of moving.
The effect of that statement on Harry was instantaneous. He shot up to a sitting position, diving across the bed to cradle Daphne in his arms, looking over her with a worried expression. "V--virgin???" he asked, a panicked look in his eyes. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you? Did I break something??" Daphne glared at her girlfriend with murderous intent from Harry's suffocating hold. Hermione was laughing. "I'm fine, Potter. It was suitable, for my first time." Harry dropped her, an injured look on his face. "Suitable?" he demanded. Daphne laughed at the incredulous look. Yes, this was going to be fun.
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