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Being Wanted	By : ChaoticReactions Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 126325 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 11
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. In fact, I'd be very thankful if this never reaches poor Ms Rowling's eyes. Nor do I make money off of this, nice as that would be.

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Warning: This chapter contains fingering (F), very mild roleplay, enforced chastity (not for long), femDom, face-sitting, exposure, vaginal sex, and more descriptions of feminine arousal than you can shake a stick at. Also, suspiciously lacking in any gay sex. Whoops.

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Once again settled on the couch in the library, Harry let a little smile curl at the corner of his lips. Sprawled next to him, Hermione had her head nestled in his lap, mouth and lips pressing into his clothed erection with a sort of mindless hunger. Her legs were tucked under her, and her arse and pussy were raised into the air. The modest skirt she was wearing was pushed up to to her waist and her panties here halfway down her thighs, collecting the moisture that dripped down her legs. Three fingers pistoned in and out of her, each press in making her leak a little harder. The soft noises of pleasure Hermione was making echoed oddly in the huge room, only audible to them.
Much as he would have enjoyed keeping this up all day, Harry really did have other things to do today. So, rather than continue playing with Hermione, Harry pulled out his fingers, running them through the folded layers of her skirt to clean them. Brown eyes startled open, and she gave a whimper of loss, pressing her hips up and spreading her legs in an attempt to entice him back, while she began to lick at his cock with more purpose. Harry had to admit, it was a very good attempt, and had he not been on a time crunch, the way her movements made the light catch on her thighs, highlighting the moisture dripping down and the gorgeous shape of them, he probably would have given in. Instead he reached down and tugged her soaking panties back into place, and then pulled her skirt down, hiding the thin, darkened fabric. Then he gave her arse a gentle slap to make her sit up, rubbing lightly at the curve of it to ease his actions.
"Harry?" She asked, eyes confused and lower lip sticking out in the beginnings of a pout. "Is something wrong?"
And it really was amazing, that his friends were still themselves. He'd simply awoken what they could have been, and neither of them seemed displeased at the change. If anything, quite the opposite.
Shaking his head, Harry kissed her on the cheek, enjoying the slight blush that still somehow managed to bloom on her cheek. He'd been so oblivious to what a gem she was, even a few weeks ago. Hermione was gorgeous, and the nature of their relationship had blinded him to that. "Oh, no. I just thought you might enjoy a challenge." Under the disappointment, curiosity bloomed in her eyes, and Harry smirked. "I thought I'd give you a chance to be a Good Girl. Would you like to try?"
Like he'd hit on a keyword, Hermione shuddered and twisted to arch into him, pressing them chest to chest. Their faces were barely separated, and Harry could feel her breath on his lips, hot and quick. "Oh.   That does sound interesting. What did you have in mind?" She squirmed a little, thighs parting enough so that she settled onto one of his legs, and he could feel the heat and wetness through his trousers.
For a second Harry let his hands roam over her arse again, because it was a fantastic one, before giving it another slap, this time a little more serious. "Hey, now, we've discussed this. That's how you be a Bad Girl." His tone wasn't really admonishing - no need to actually discourage her, after all - and Hermione just gave a chuckle in response, but did still her motions. "To be a Good Girl, I want you to get up and go about your day. But you can't change your clothes, and every time you move, I want you to feel how wet you are. And every time, I want you remember how it felt to be spread open for me, while my fingers made your pussy gush. Use that remarkable brain of yours, and remember every little detail. Can you do that for me?" Shuddering, Hermione moaned against his lips, which Harry took to mean 'yes'. "But you're not allowed to touch yourself. Because Good Girls don't do that. No matter how hot or wet you get, no matter how much you want to, you can't. Understand?"
Eyes wide, Hermione stared at Harry in something like shock. But he could feel the way she was shivering just slightly, and the way her breath was kept catching in her throat, and finally she nodded, growing more enthusiastic as she processed. But then she froze, eyes bright with a hint of mischief. "And what happens if I don't?"
"Then you fail." Hermione paused like she hadn't expected that answer, but Harry just smirked. She'd never needed more than failing in the past, so he doubted that would be a problem here. And judging by her expression, he was right. Before she could continue, he kept talking. "But if you get an 'O', then you get a reward."
A smile curving at her lips, Hermione tilted her head, making her sweat limp hair slide over her shoulders and neck. "Oh? What's my reward."
Harry smirked back. "That's a surprise. Now, go on, before I decide you're dawdling."
Giving a chuckle, this one low and heated, Hermione nodded and stood up, and Harry could see her eyes go dark as she remembered as ordered. "Yes, Professor." She purred, in a tone he would have never expected out of her, before she turned around and marched out the door, looking completely collected.
Watching her go, Harry gave his own laugh, his satisfied. This really had been the best decision he'd ever made.
Then he stood and made his way out into the hallway and into his room. It wouldn't do to walk around with wet pants. Especially when he had a job to do.
***
It turned out to be a bit of a challenge to track down Ginny. Most likely this was because she didn’t want to be found - in his trek to sniff her out, Mrs. Weasley has questioned her absence as well. Apparently the Weasley matron had wanted to spend some ‘quality mother daughter time’ in the kitchen, and Ginny had promptly disappeared. And while part of Harry felt sad for the older woman and just a little envious he’d never have a chance to do something like that, he very much understood why the tomboyish girl would want to avoid that.
In the end, she turned out to be roaming the upper floors where few people bothered going. The worst of the dark artifacts had been stripped away, but what wasn’t dangerous so much as it was just creepy had been left, and was currently serving as a source of amusement for the Gryffindor girl.
Lips curving up mischievously, Harry slipped in quietly. Her back was to the door, and he took a minute to watch her sway slightly, humming to herself and making mocking gestures at a series of portraits whose expressions ranged from bored to disdainful. Robes nowhere to be found - wisely, since the upper floors tended to have patches of undiscovered filth - he could see a good deal more of her legs than normal, the tanned, freckled skin exposed from her shorts.
Once he’d had enough of the sight for now, or at least enough to motivate him into action, Harry padded up silently behind her, able to move with the stealth of a ghost after all those years of sneaking under an invisibility cloak.
Zeroing in on the place her shirt rode up to reveal a sliver of skin, Harry clapped his hands down on either side, and laughed when she jumped. Ginny whirled around, wand in hand, but instead of using that she thumped him on the back of the head, surprisingly hard. Harry supposed that's what came of growing up with six older brothers. Either way, he was hard-pressed to hold-on, instead of reaching up to rub at the spot she'd hit. "Harry!" She cried, voice playfully indignant and hands going to her hips and holding over his own in the process. She was probably trying to keep him from running away, but he certainly wasn't complaining at the moment.
Instead of pulling away, Harry just gave her a rueful smile, looking up at her through his eyelashes. The hang-dog expression worked, and he could feel her muscles relax slightly, even if her expression didn't change. "Sorry, I just couldn't resist."
Bopping him on the head again, this time much lighter, she snorted in a way that implied she didn't accept his words in the slightest. Harry knew better than to point out she'd picked that up from her mother. "Sure you couldn't." Despite her mock displeased tone, she moved a little closer to him, the movement fluid. He wasn't sure she was really aware of it, but then it might not be a big change for her. With the benefit of his knowledge, it was now painfully obvious that Ginny had been carrying a torch for him for some time. So perhaps this was slightly stronger than normal, but Harry didn't think he had to worry about her finding her reactions suspicious.
For a moment the silence hung between them, before Ginny slowly lowered her hands. Harry didn't move his, but she didn't seem to particularly notice. "So, just what were you doing up here, anyway?" She finally asked.
"Looking for you," he replied honestly, and was rewarded by her eyes going a little dark in response. "We haven't talked much since I got here. I wanted to spend some time with you."
Lips curling up, she moved a little closer, now dancing on the edge of what was acceptable personal space, even between people who were very close. "Oh, really? That's a very good answer, Mr. Potter."
Harry shrugged, making no move to shift away from her, or to move his hands. "It's the truth. In fact, more than anything I wanted some alone time with you." His voice dipped into a deeper register, not especially overt but certainly suggestive. Ginny seemed aware that this was an invitation - how far had she gotten with her boyfriends anyway? - and moved in so they were nearly chest to chest. "Would that be alright with you, Miss Weasley?"
"I think I could agree to that," she replied, and then leaned forward to press their lips together. Harry froze for just a second, startled by a kiss that he hadn't started, but then she opened her mouth and coaxed at his lips with her tongue, and Harry was very on board with that.
Using the grip he still had on her, Harry backed her up a few paces until she was leaning against the wall. With that support he was able to press against her, his tongue darting into her mouth to try and coax it into playing.
But as soon as Ginny hit the wall, she froze, going unresponsive to his attempts to make her enjoy herself. And so he drew back, blinking in confusion and nervousness. Oh, hell.   Nothing had gone wrong, right? He couldn't think of anything... "Something the matter?"
For a second she just stared at him, eyes wary, and Harry resisted the urge to react. That would just be confirming. Instead he kept his eyes as wide and confused as he could, and eventually Ginny drooped. "I... sorry, I just don't like being manhandled like that. It's-" She cut herself off abruptly, staring over his shoulder rather than at him. "I like this, but that that way."
It took Harry a minute, but then he realized why Ginny might not like to be controlled like that. The image of her in First Year, sprawled out and nearly dead from the Diary sprang to mind, and he gave a slow nod. "That's... that's fine. Perfectly reasonable. In fact..." Backing off completely, Harry took a step over before pressing his own back to the wall next to her. Then he shot Ginny a grin. "How's this? Better?"
"Brilliant," she breathed, her eyes going liquid with heat, and suddenly she had his wrists in her strong grip.   Yanking his hands up, she pinned them above his head, and then pressed their bodies together in one long, continuous line.   Harry could feel her smirk against his slightly open lips, before suddenly hers were back. This time, the kiss was more heated, and if it hadn't been so methodical, he might have called it frantic. Apparently being in control was a very good thing indeed for Ginny. Harry couldn't deny that the idea had some appeal to him as well. So long as she wanted him, craved him, needed him, Harry was perfectly fine with whatever way she wanted.
And apparently Ginny wanted now and fast, because one hand kept his arms up, while the other shoved under his shirt, scratching at the smooth flesh. "If you have any objections, now is the time." Her voice was sharp, almost authoritative, and Harry shivered under the mixture of tone and sensation.
"No," he breathed, and suddenly Ginny broke away, giving him a stern look. For a second he floundered, not sure what she wanted, but the knowledge kicked in and then he knew. "No, Miss Weasley."
Smiling, Ginny gave him another peck. "That's my boy," she purred, before ripping his shirt off the rest of the way, and then starting on his trousers. Once Harry was stripped down completely, she stepped away. "Undress me," she ordered, and Harry nodded and stepped forward eagerly.
Her thin shirt went first, revealing warm, tan skin, and Harry leaned forward to press his lips against her breast bone, lips and tongue and teeth working as he trailed downward between the valley between her breasts. He fell to his knees for ease of reach, and a quick glance up revealed a flash of approving heat in those sharp, brown eyes. Reaching around, he tugged at the clasp of her bra before it finally broke apart, hanging limply before a sharp pull made it fall away completely. A hand clasped around Harry’s jaw as Ginny directed him to one of her nipples, thrusting her chest out in obvious command, and it was no trouble at all to turn his attention onto the little nub. Flicking the tip of his tongue over it, Harry slid his fingers along her sides and under her skirt and panties. With one smooth motion, he pushed the clothing over the swell of her arse and hips, until it was all pooled at her feet.
As Harry let Ginny shove his head to the other nipple, he could feel her start to shift and move as she stepped out of her socks and shoes. It was difficult to keep up the attention like that, but when he lost the soft flesh, the hand tightened almost painfully and dragged him back, so he quickly learned to keep track.
Once she was completely nude, Ginny shoved him back, and Harry landed on his back, supported by his elbows. That was ruined when a bare foot pressed into his chest, making him lie down all the way, so he was staring up at Ginny’s smirk.
Without so much as a pause, she kneeled down next to Harry and swung a leg around until she was straddling his face. From his place below her, Harry could see the swollen lips of her pussy, and the way the dark red curls were clumping together from the moisture. The smell of her arousal was strong from here, and Harry’s mouth watered in the desire to taste her.
Harry couldn’t see Ginny’s face, but he could hear the smug tone to her voice and imagined the smirk she must have been wearing “Lick,” she ordered, and brought her cunt down to press over his lips. And Harry did.
Opening his mouth wide, Harry was just barely able to get in a few little huffs of air around the hot flesh and dripping wetness, but that was plenty for now. Really, he didn’t want to breathe, when there was so much better he could be doing with his mouth. Like the way he was able to suck Ginny’s pussy lips into his mouth and suck on them, or swirling his tongue around her tight entrance, teasing and tasting and exploring, until he finally shoved his tongue in all the way, flattening it to stretch her as much as he could.
The taste of her and the feel of it all on his tongue made Harry moan, and the vibrations made Ginny shudder as well. In her pleasure, she started to grind down on him, pressing her clit against his nose and rocking in an attempt to increase to pleasure. Being used like that made something clench in Harry’s stomach, hot and tight, and he gave another muffled groan before renewing his movements.
Eventually, Ginny was letting out a constant stream of noise, and Harry was having to lap hard just to keep up with the gush of liquid. But she hadn’t come yet, no matter how fast she ground down or how much he licked into her. And with a start, Harry realized why - even with her domination, she still needed his permission to come.
The realization made Harry buck up, even as part of him panicked a little. He couldn’t do that and give her the control as well. And so, thinking fast, Harry closed his eyes and shifted up, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking. At the same time, he forced a jolt of his magic up her, trying to give permission without having to say it.
It worked, and Ginny came hard onto his chin, drenching his face. He could feel the drops of it slide down his chin, coating his neck and chest and soaking into his shirt, and Harry squirmed from pent up need. His cock ached in the confines of his trousers, but he didn’t dare try to free himself.
Ginny finally pulled away and panted down at him, smiling. Then she leaned down, still hot and wet pussy dragging down his chest and leaving a streak of moisture, and started to lick at his face and neck, cleaning him off. Harry panted at her, keeping still and letting her grip her hands into his hair, using that to tilt his head to get the best angle.
Then her slender hand snuck down, fingers sliding through the wet line, before cupping over his cock, thumb rubbing hard enough to be felt clearly through the fabric. “You did such a good job,” she purred, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Just one more thing for me, Harry dear. I want you to come into your trousers. Now.” She punctuated the order with a harsh squeeze, and Harry didn’t even have to think about giving in. He just did, messing his clothes and choking on his harsh pants of pleasure. “Good job,” Ginny complemented softly, rewarding him with another kiss, before standing up and stepping back into her own clothing. “See you later.”
And with that she was gone.
For a long moment, Harry just lay where he’d been left, still breathing hard and feeling the various liquids cool on his skin. Then, he gave a slow smile.
This was why he needed so many people. Because how was he ever supposed to stick with just one? Variety was the spice of life, after all.
Standing up, Harry paused to clean himself off, before pausing. No one else should be between him and his room right now, right? So instead he just smirked and walked out the door, proud of the mess and the smell of sex hanging so thick around him.
***

The rest of the day passed relatively quickly, though perhaps with a few minor heart attacks. Now that Ron, Hermione and Ginny were all his - though still unaware of each other, which he really needed to something about soon - they had independently taken to try and tease him, with a heated look here and a soft touch there with a few not so soft ones thrown in for good measure. That wouldn't have been so bad, except that he hadn't been alone with any of them for that time, and so there was the constant danger of being caught, either by one of the others before he was ready, or much more dangerously with someone like Mrs. Weasley. And perhaps that sort of risk could have been averted by bringing her under his power, but as odd as having a large number of the residents of Grimmauld Place deferring to him would have been, having all of them would have been that much worse.
So, for now, Mrs. Weasley's status was at least 'undecided' rather than a strict yes or no. He could decide later, when his plate wasn't so full.
The worst was, surprisingly (or perhaps unsurprisingly), Hermione, who had taken on a near constant flush around him. Normally, Hermione was the cautious one of their number, but for this she seemed to have abandoned that completely. Maybe it was for the sake of her 'test', but Hermione was easily the boldest among his friends, pressing their hips together at odd times, and standing too close to be friendly. Once, at dinner, she had even snatched the hand that wasn't holding his fork and slid it over her thigh, where he could feel the almost feverish heat and pick up a hint of humidity. Thankfully, she was also the most discrete, as so no one seemed any of the wiser.
Deciding that he definitely needed to end this sooner rather than later, Harry managed to murmur 'come to my room after finishing' to Hermione as they helped to clear the table. Since Mrs. Weasley still considered the pair of them 'guests', no matter how much time they'd spent under their roof or the fact that this wasn't her home, they were shooed away early, despite Ron and Ginny's requests.
And so they trekked up the stairs, arms touching nearly the whole way because there was no one else to see it, until they came to the room Harry and Ron shared. Moving in, Hermione carefully closed the door behind her, before nearly launching herself at Harry. "Please," she rasped, voice brimming with a desperation she'd managed to suppress from her voice the entire day. "Have I been Good yet? How did I do?"
"Well, that remains to be seen," Harry replied, pushing Hermione away to meet her eyes. The effect left her squirming harder, thighs shifting ever so slightly as she resisted the urge to do something. "Have you touched yourself today?"
Shaking her head almost frantically, Hermione licked her lips. "No. I wanted to - oh, I wanted to - but I didn't." There was a little hint of something behind her eyes, a flash of mock superiority, and Harry was sure if she wasn't so desperate she might have said something along the lines of 'I have self control, unlike some people'.
With a twist of the lips to indicate the he'd picked that up, thank you very much, he palmed a hand over her arse, smirking when she pressed back against it. It let the silence hang for a moment, because if she'd been lying it would no doubt come out, but she just stared at him with earnest brown eyes, and so finally he nodded. "I'd say you have. No, on the subject of rewards." Hermione's breath hitched, and he caught the scent of feminine arousal again. "If you'd like it, I would advise lying on the bed on your back. Oh, and open your blouse, if you please." Giving another frantic nod, this one tiny and hurried, Hermione scrambled backward until she hit the bed, and then fell back onto it, spreading her legs wide in the process. Her hands immediately fell to her shirt, unbuttoning the row of absurdly small buttons with noticeably less ease than she should have, and soon it was hanging open, revealing pale, creamy breasts supported by a white, no nonsense bra. It was somehow reassuring that under her clothes, Hermione was still very much Hermione.
Licking his lips, Harry tilted his chin up, every bit the authority figure. "And the bra, if you please." Hands shaking slightly, Hermione reached behind herself and undid the clasp, and then managed to pull off the fabric without losing the shirt.   Talented in this as all things, then. That boded well, didn't it?
"What a Good Girl." Hermione moaned at his words, and her legs were parted wide enough that Harry could see how dark her panties were. They were laden with moisture, proof that she must have been dripping all day long.

Making his way over, Harry reached up to rub his fingers over the fabric, just to make her squirm. Arching up at him, Hermione collected herself enough to glare, the fierce expression aided by her flushed cheeks and wild hair. “Harry!” Her voice was equal parts begging and frustration. “Don't tease. Please.”

“And why not?” Harry asked easily, pressing the side of his face against her bent knee, watching her start to shake slightly with need. He could have done this forever, if he could have. The sight of her – of anyone – so desperate and strung out with need for him was a pleasure all it's own – one more important than his straining cock.

Eyes going shiny with suppressed tears, Hermione just arched farther, pressing her breasts up in offer and making her skirt strain from how far she'd spread her legs. “I can't... please! Please, Harry, I need it!”

Licking his lips, Harry finally gave in. With one finger, he reached up and tugged down her panties, throwing them to the side. Immediately, the fabric under her started to go dark, the excess liquid soaking into it. It smelled wonderful, and he took his time to just breath it in, giving a pleased smile. Hermione moaned helplessly at the look, pitch rising as a bolt of arousal forced her into something of a frenzy. “Harry!”

Taking pity on her, Harry tugged her skirt all the way off with one harsh pull, leaving her socks and shoes on. Now with more room, her legs spread wider than he would have thought her capable of, using gravity to force her into something not too far removed from a split. Exposed like this, Harry could practically see inside of her, and he could see the liquid escape and run into the blanket.

He stripped himself bare, enjoying the animalistic noises of want that spilled from Hermione's lips in a near constant stream. Then he slid over her, braced on his hands and knees, and paused for just a moment to adjust his balance. In an instant, Hermione's legs latched over his hips, and she ground up against his stomach and over his hard cock. She gave a sigh of something like relief, and gave such a look of decadent pleasure, with her mouth open and eyes rolled up, that she looked senseless.

Giving his own shiver, Harry put his hands on her hips, lined up, and then thrust in.

Hermione was so utterly soaking that the force of his push made liquid ooze out with a wet noise that was nearly drowned out by the scream she let out. Shuddering, Harry gave his own gasp as he slid into her, eyes falling shut as he took in the feel of a pussy clamping tight around him. The warm velvet walls were intoxicating, and he couldn't stop himself from pulling out and then thrusting back in, this time harder. Apparently having no problem with this, Hermione's legs shifted around his hips to try and force him in impossibly further, while her hands clung to his shoulders, nails leaving little crescents from the desperate pleasure.

And so Harry started to thrust into wet heat, leaning forward enough to taste the salty sweat from her skin, absorbing more proof of Hermione's need for him. She went wild under him, clawing with just shy of enough force to break skin, scoring lines of red along his shoulders and chest, while her heels dug into his lower back, helping to increase the force of his thrusts.

Finally, Harry leaned farther over, catching one of her nipples in his mouth and biting down gently, using the trick he'd just learned to shoot magic through her. Hermione screamed again, louder than all of the others, and the way her cunt milked his cock and the feel of liquid gushing down their thighs made him follow after, groaning into the soft flesh of her tit.

But that wasn't the only sounds in the room, and Harry turned his head enough to blink at the door. Ron stood there, the hand still on the door knob (which he had thankfully closed, or else Harry didn't want to think about how the rest of the house would have reacted to that scream). His face was pale enough that Harry could see every freckle, even from his distance, and his expression was set in a sort of odd blankness, like he couldn't decide how to react.

Which just meant that Harry would have to react for him.

“What are you waiting for? Come to bed.”

*****

Another chapter completed, and thankfully much quicker this time. Let's hope I can keep this up.

A few notes to you, dear readers, mostly in reply to reviews. First of all, Kingsley is now imminent, since just about everyone seemed to want him along. So there you go. Secondly, I'd like to remind you all that this is a sixth year fic – no Weasley wedding, though I'd still like to try and work in Fleur and Bill if I can. That's in the air.

Importantly, I'd like to discuss a bit of etiquette with you, dear readers. Or, perhaps a bit of psychology. I do not mind if you ask me not to do some pairing or another. I don't mind if you request maybe side stepping a kink. While I might not obey them, it's useful for me to know what you want. For example, I might start warning for certain pairings at the top, if I get to some that might be less popular. Or, hell, even just because.

But if you threaten to 'stop reading' if I do something you do not like, rest assured that I will be far more tempted to do it. I don't mind if you stop reading, sorry to say. That's not a threat to me, because it simply doesn't affect my writing – it changes your actions rather than mine. I just thought I'd explain that.

Ranting out of the way, I'll go ahead and thank you all for enjoying, and once again ask that you go ahead and send me kinks and pairings you'd like to see. Summer is for the most part planned out, and should be three more chapters, unless I have to fit in other pairings than can only be then. After, we reach Hogwarts! (And, I have to say, I am looking forward to Neville and Draco.)

And as for what Harry is now... ehehehehe....

Happy reading, everyone.
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