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Sexual Tension at Grimmauld Place	By : salton Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 217891 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter 6 - Harry/Ginny/Hermione

>>>I’m sorry that I have not been able to update the story in some time. Maybe you will forgive me when I tell you that I’ve been writing this chapter and the next one at the same time and I will publish that one very soon.

Okay, so there is a bit of a lack of real hot action in this chapter. There is still sex and all, but I feel it is not as good as some of the rest of the story (please let me know if you agree). That’s one of the reasons why it was hard to finish and why I felt I had to write Chapter 7 at the same time.

I also apologize for the Coitus interruptus there at the end, but I decided to add some…..wait for it….plot. Yes, I’m sorry and I will keep it to a minimum in the next chapter. J

Aug.2011 - After taking into considerations of the comments I received, and one in particular, I have adjusted how this chapter plays out. I agree that having only Ron drugged was going not the best choice. I’ve tried to remedy things a bit in the rewrite.

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    Harry gazed into the boiling cauldron, and the clear liquid it contained. Comparing his observations to the author's notes on brewing the 'Draught of Sleep,' Harry figured he was well on his way to success. Taking a small eye dropper, he sucked up a sample of liquid for closer examination. Squirting the contents back into the cauldron, Harry carefully selected a small silver rod from among a selection of such implements forged from different materials and gently stirred the liquid.

    Since learning of his mother's love of potions from Slughorn, Harry had taken to the subject with a vigor he normally reserved for DA classes. Even before being forced to give up Snape's old copy of Potions, Harry felt as if he was developing a real intuition when it came to brewing potions, and concocting his own recipes. Although Hermione might still be technically better than him with her sheer ability to remember reagents and weights, he knew that getting the most out of a recipe or developing something totally new was his forte.

The fact that Harry was able to give his sufficient attention to the brew in front of him, while also managing half a dozen other small beakers and cauldrons, was evidence enough of his rapid progress. Giving another half turn with the silver rod, Harry watched as the clear liquid suddenly took on a wispy grayish color. Perfect, Harry thought, quickly cutting the heat and bottling up his creation for use later.

    In addition the task before him, Harry was also giving serious thoughts about what had happened between himself and Hermione the other day. A grimace passed across his face at the guilt of what he had done to his best friend. How could he make it right? There was no easy solution. And then there was the ever stressful fact that he and Ginny were concealing the full extent of their relationship. He had to suspect that something was up, now that he had gone all the way with Hermione. Was he giving Ron too much credit for his sometimes dubious powers of observation?

Out of the corner of his eye Harry noticed steam starting to rise from a small flask over a blue flame. Just before the liquid inside reached a full boil, he placed his wand next to the burner and lowered the heat so that the mixture inside would simmer for the appropriate amount of time. Again thought of his difficult situation came to the fore.

Obviously Hermione had no problems with him and Ginny, or with sucking his cock for that matter. Pleasant memories briefly replaced his worry until he also imagined that Ron might be less excited about Harry violating his sister in the middle of the living room. Maybe Hermione could help to break the news to him. He also worried about how Ron might react to Hermione obviously being okay with the whole situation.   And given Hermione’s penchant for thinking out loud and speaking the truth, it would likely be a total disaster for Ron to find out he had stuck his dick inside his girlfriend’s pussy prior to cumming in her mouth. Once again he couldn't get the image of Hermione in the library chair, her legs splayed to each side, begging him to be inside her out of his mind. What was he to do?

As if on cue, he heard telltale footfalls and then Harry caught sight of Hermione in the hallway. He waved her over with one hand as her added to strands of sheep’s wool to another mixture. Hermione approached and stopped, sniffing the air, interested in the potion work Harry was doing in his spare time. “Yes, Harry,” she looked him over, “how can I be of service today?”

Harry wondered if she being coy, and for an instant suggested heading off to the library under the auspices of some intense study of potions. Setting that alluring thought aside, he managed to maintain his train of thought, nonetheless smiling back at Hermione with a knowing curl of his lips. “Actually, there is, ‘Mione,’” he started slowly. “I don’t know if you and Ron share everything, but it might be best if we didn’t talk about what happened the other day.”

    "What do you mean, Harry?" Hermione had also been doing some intense analysis of the whole situation over tea and volume 6 of “The Forgotten Elf Magic.” It relieved her to hear that Harry was concerned as well. Ron was already quite sensitive about their love-making and had not voiced any voyeuristic desires, aside of course from when he was actually having sex with her.



"Well, I know that you know about Ginny and I, and that’s cool but, I just don't think Ron will be very understanding of knowing exactly what Ginny and I are doing behind his back….” Harry stated matter-of-factly, trying to avoid getting lost in Hermione’s searching eyes.

“True enough,” Hermione agreed, with a nod of her head. While talking dirty to her in the kitchen, Ron had actually seemed turned on by the fact that Harry and his sister had been fucking in the corner the other night. However, Hermione realized he might less accepting under more normal condition, and with the reality that it was more than mere fantasy.

“It’s just I love Ginny and she loves me, and we both need each other.” Harry said looking her in the eyes. “I think Ron will come around, but in his own way.

Ron had been in complete and total denial about Harry and Ginny until recently. The nightly sleeping arrangements had been a sore spot for some time. This situation, she remarked, had ameliorated recently because for their fuck session in the kitchen. In fact, she mused as a smile crossed her lips, if everyone could just have more sex the world would probably be a lot less stressful. It had certainly been working for her…. She turned to catch Harry’s eyes.

“And, hmmm," Harry continued, “I think it would probably be a good idea if we didn’t let on about the other day, if you know what I mean.

    Hermione tended to agree, the library was something that just happened. It turned her on incredibly, but she was certainly not ready to risk her relationship with Ron, a relationship that was certainly more than satisfying her. "Well, that kinda’ goes without saying,” she paused, “but thanks for bringing up the subject. A part of me has felt bad about the whole thing." Hermione was indeed torn and it shown on her face as she looked back at Harry. She made a strong effort not to allow her eyes to wander.

“Obviously not the whole part…,” he smiled to reassure her that he felt her concerns, trying to lighten the moment with a joke.

She willing returned the warm smile, “Obviously not,” finding herself unable to resist a quick appraisal of Harry’s body. His string arms, V-shaped torso and the form his jeans took around his legs, and around his crotch… "Listen,” she finally looked him in the eyes again, “We’ll agree to keep the library between us. As for the rest, I don’t think Ron will be too upset now that he’s over his initial inhibition on our relationship.”

“His inhibitions?” Harry curved his lips into an incredulous smirk. “From what I was made to understand it might have been more to do with a certain Ms. Granger always running off to study when her man was in his hour of need…”

Hermione knew he was right, yet couldn’t bring herself to fully concede the point. “Well, in any case, Ron might be more open than you think. But I will still be careful, Harry, for you and for Ginny’s sake.”

“Thanks, ‘Mione” Harry said and watched as Hermione parted for the kitchen and he returned to his work. Regardless of what Hermione might or might not tell Ron, there was no question as to his desire to be with Ginny tonight. That was why in addition to the potions he was brewing for the group, a small cauldron was set aside for a secret project that he knew Ginny would appreciate.

Extracting a third sheep’s hair from a small vial, he placed in gently into the mixture. Before his eyes the blue liquid became white and cloudy. Harry quickly checked his notes. “That should do quite nicely,” he muttered to himself…..

>>>Later that Evening<<<

The dinner that evening was particularly good for two reasons. The first was that Ron and Ginny had succeeded in bringing back a treasure-trove of fresh vegetables and meat from town early in the day to replenish their dwindling stocks. The second reason, was the return of Kreacher to his habitual place in front of the stove, recently back from another secret mission.

The quartet watched as the small and ancient house elf managed the six boiling pots on the stove, and magically juggled other various tasks such as cutting and grating off to the side. It was a wonder that the house elf was not injured himself at the center of this culinary chaos. Ron licked his lips in anticipation, happy to be a safe distance away from a cleaver being brandished against a thick piece of beef. Sitting at the table with Hermione at his side, Ron was doubly pleased as Hermione was gently rubbing his leg with her hand underneath the table. He relaxed it this way, taking in the smells of the meal to come.

Hermione for her part was, was only mildly interested in the impressive display of elf-magic, still replaying the events of the afternoon in her head. She wondered again if she had done the right thing in giving into her desires with Harry in the library. Perversely, even the thought of how wrong it had certainly been to cheat on Ron continued to excite her. She found herself quite unable to stop picturing how Harry had looked standing over her with his hard dick in his hand. As these images flashed across her mind, her hand wandered higher on Ron’s leg and into the crotch of his pants, making him sit up straighter in surprise. Ron quickly looked across the table to insure that Ginny and Harry could not see what was going on.



   Harry too was daydreaming about the afternoon with Hermione. He could hardly believe how horny they both had been and how they had both eagerly seized the opportunity to fool around with Ron and Ginny gone for a few hours. He distinctly felt a twinge guilt at how he had let his passion get the better of him. Harry turned to kiss Ginny tenderly on the lips in appreciation for the shopping she had done. Also, he kissed her for what he was planning tonight after bedtime. That would certainly go a long way towards making him feel better by giving her and their relationship the attention she deserved.

Ginny returned Harry’s kiss, ever mindful of her brother watching her. When she saw out of the corner of her eye that he didn’t seem too upset, she quickly slipped her tongue into Harry’s mouth, before turning back to the table and pouring out some wine for the group. While she eagerly awaiting the meal to be served, she also could hardly stand to wait the few hours until she was back under the covers with Harry tonight. Walking around in town during the fresh and sunny day had made her surprising horny to the point that she knew she was already damp.

As dinner was finally served, everyone tucked in, ravenously devouring the rapid succession of plates that were passed before them. Salmon with cream sauce and capers with practicaly inhaled before being cleared and replaced with a generous cut of meat smothered in a bright yellow béarnaise sauce.

“Hmmm, Arghm, gremmt!” was all Ron could manage to get out of his mouth as his mouth seemed to be fighting a losing battle with his knife and fork. Compared to the other nights that they had shared around the table, there was little conversation. Maybe that was in part due to the elf’s delectable cooking, but maybe also partly due to everyone’s daydreams.

“Wow, this is great, Kreacher,” agreed Hermione, breaking the silence. She felt bad that the house elf had not had a bite to eat himself, but knew better to ask him to sit with them. The last time she tried that she had insulted the elf so deeply that he had refused to cook for them for a week. Harry had been little help in the matter by refusing to order him to resume his duties. ‘Now, now, Hermione, we should remember that house elves are not to be bossed around,’ he had said, mocking her own words and her. Of course it was true and she did care deeply about the rights of elves and SPEW, but Kreacher’s cooking was so good that sometimes her stomach got the better of her.

“Kreacher tries his best for the young Potter friends, yes he does,” Kreacher croaked in response.

As last dinner course was passed, Ginny and Harry exchange glances across the dinner table. “I wonder what he’s cooked up for dessert,” Harry asked in an expectant voice, accenting the word ‘dessert’ for good measure.

    Harry clutched the small vile of grayish liquid. “I think I saw some sort of chocolate torte in the back there,” Harry continued, knowing Hermione’s favorite dessert was anything with chocolate in it. Both Ron and Hermione craned their heads to look over at Kreacher and his preparation. As they did Harry made his move, acting with lighting reflexes.

    Ginny barely contained her surprise as Harry’s hand deftly emptied a few drops of the Harry’s drought into both Hermione’s and Ron’s glasses. Three drops should keep them asleep long enough, but still allow the normal watch in the early morning hours he figured. He quickly stuffed the small vile into a pocket, and turned to wink at Ginny whose eyes were wide with a questioning look. He quickly lowered his lips to her ear, “I’ll tell you later.”

“And what are you two whispering about,” Ron asked, pulling his attention back to the table.

“Just a private wager as to whether you’ll leave any dessert for the rest of to have seconds tonight,” Harry responded with a straight face, which broke into a laugh a second later. He was soon joined by everyone, including Ron, who shook his head from side to side to signal his intention to again consume more than his share.

    As dessert was served, both Harry and Ginny watched as the other couple consumed their spiked drinks with dessert. Soon everyone’s portion of what turned out to be a rich raspberry and chocolate tart was finished and the plates pushed to the side.It wasn’t long afterward that they both started a series and lengthy yawns.

    "Ah, I'm tired," announced Ron through a wide yawn. "I'm glad it's not me taking the first watch."

“Me too,” added Hermione, stretching her arms over her head in another yawn of exhaustion. “My eyes are so tired and red from all that reading.”

Ron must certainly have been tired, Ginny noted, as he hardly reacted as Harry thanked her again with a long kiss for the bountiful collection she had purchased for dinner. “I think I have a good idea of what you’re up to, Harry Potter,” whispered Ginny, moving from kissing to a warm tight hug. “And may I be the first to say that I heartily approve.”

“The young ones should get their sleep and let poor Kreacher do the cleaning like a good elf,” Kreacher interjected, already floating their empty dished away to the sink.

“Thank you, Kreacher,” said Harry, happy to be relieved of cleaning duty. “I guess we all are pretty tired.”

The quartet marched off to the living room upstairs, with Ron and Hermione noticeably dragging their feet up each step. Fifteen minutes later everyone was ready for bed and pulling the covers around them. Ron and barely made it to the couch, yawning mightily and stumbling down the stairs, finally crashing his bulk down beside Hermione. “Ow! Ronald, you big oaf,” she complained.

“Aaaaaa…..sorry Mione…..good night,” he trailed off, closing his heavy eyelids oblivious to the world.

“Well, goodnight,” wished Hermione, still struggling to extract her arms from under Ron before she lost all feeling in her hands. It was second later that she also closered her eyes and fell soundly asleep.

“Goodnight,” came Harry and Ginny’s voices in response.

As Kreacher finished the last of the dishes downstairs, the room was suddenly silent, the embers of the dwindling fire casting a dull glow in the corner of the room. Outside, the sunny day had given away to an unnatural cold and the wind blew against the windows as the temperature dropped.

    His plans having succeeded thus far, Harry was hard by the time he heard Ron start snoring. He wasted no time in reaching his hand under Ginny's blanket for a feel of her firm tits. "Hey, are you awake?" He asked, giving her nipple a gentle pinch. He got his response in the form of her hand darting quickly under his blanket and immediately finding his stiffness. "I'll take that as a yes!" he whispered.



    "You can take that as a 'fuck-yes-I-can't-wait-for-you-to-be-inside-me' kind of a yes," gasped Ginny as she rolled over closer. “Now you have to tell me. What was in that potion that you put in Hermione’s and my brother’s drinks.



    "Hmm, that. I have a surprise for you as well." Harry gave her a wink.



     "Oh yeah, what's that," she asked, nibbling on his ear, and feeling his penis swell in her hand. This is what she had been waiting for all day. Of course she wanted nothing other than Harry to spread her legs and fill her like only he could, but she also found the feeling of his stiffening cock growing in her grip to be such a thrill.

       "I whipped up a little bit of sleep draught in the basement this morning and that it what I slipped into Hermione's and Ron's drinks tonight at dinner." Harry was even more excited at the thrill of having pulled off his plan and now lying next to Ginny’s hot body. He could feel his dick throb with anticipation in her had as her rubbed her thumb over the large head.



    "Harry, you didn't!" Ginny squealed in delight, immediately realizing the implications of what Harry had just told her.



     "I did," said Harry, “So no worries about how much noise you are going to be making." Harry wondered exactly how loud Ginny might become if he was totally uninhibited. Luckily he has confidence in his potion to true test the limits tonight.



    "I'm going to be making?!" Ginny laughed under her breath, oblivious to Harry's other thoughts and his plan. "We'll just see who is going to be the loudest."

    "Always a competition with you! Turn around so I can see that wonderful ass of yours" commanded Harry and he positioned Ginny underneath him with her open legs facing the couch.

Ginny did as she was told, lying on her back and watching as Harry quickly removed his boxers, freeing is already-hard dick from its confinement. Ginny immediately reached again for his dangling cock, wrapping two hands around the shaft and pulling it towards her mouth, “I can’t wait to suck you and hear you moan, Harry Potter,” Ginny giggled in anticipation.

Harry settled into a comfortable sixty-nine position and lowered himself into Ginny’s hungry mouth. He looked back between their bodies as Ginny’s mouth made contact with his dick, and sucked it into her mouth. “Oh god, Ginny, that feels great!” he encouraged, feeling the warm wetness of her mouth descend on his pole. Looking down in front of him, Harry grinned with satisfaction at the thin red thong panties Ginny had decided to wear to bed. He also noted how the fabric clung to her pussy lips and had become almost see-through as Ginny was obviously already very wet and excited. “I’ve been waiting to taste you all day.”

Harry increased her excitement as he started by slowly teasing the hood of Ginny’s clit with his finger, lower his head between her legs to gently lick the same spot through the soaked lacy fabric. As he felt Ginny grab his balls and moan out underneath him, he let out a deep moan himself and then went to work in earnest with his mouth.

Ginny couldn’t help but peek over at the couch as Harry’s voice filled the room. Ron and Hermione had actually fallen off to sleep right on cue she noted with appreciation for Harry's potion. Not only that, but they showed no sign of waking, even as Ginny’s moans became more audible as Harry worked his tongue between her legs. Realizing that if they did wake up, they would have a perfect view of Harry eating her pussy, had the effect of exciting her to new heights, as she returned to work on Harry’s cock.

As it turned out, Hermione’s eyes did flash open just as Ginny plunged down Harry’s purple head. Raising her hear over the couch, the shocking sight before her eyes bewildered her just enough that she didn’t call out.

    Ginny squirmed under Harry as he worked her pussy and clit with his mouth and fingers. In between little screams of delight she managed to give plenty of attention to Harry's swelled organ as well. From the audible response he was giving her, she could tell that he was certainly enjoying himself as well. “You are sure about that potion you made, right Harry?” she asked, still not quite comfortable being fully exposed in the middle of the room.

Harry felt an exhibitionist thrill as he extended his tongue, licking along Ginny’s slit right up to her clit, causing her to squeeze her legs tightly around his head and moan out again in the darkness, “ yeah, pretty sure, but you’re sure putting it to the test,” he smiled.

Ginny moaned out again, and then used her hands to push off her panties; giving Harry unfettered access to her pussy. “Stick your tongue in, Harry,” she said as she opened her legs wide, imagining Harry’s view of her glistening pussy lips. On the edge of her thoughts was also the view Hermione and Ron would have if they were indeed to wake up. A fresh wave of desire washed over her at these musings and she used her hands to hold Harry’s head wedged between her legs.

By this time Hermione had propped herself up on the couch to get a vantage point of the action. What the hell was going on!? There was no way that Harry and Ginny could think that Ron and she could sleep though the noise that they were making. Suddenly realizing the truth of her thought, she quickly looked down to Ron. He showed no signed of moving or and slightest indication he was hearing the other couple’s load moans of pleasure. Even Ron sould have been awake by now unless….

“Oh shit, that is so good. You have me so fucking wet,” came Ginny breathy voice.

Hermione stole another glance over the back of the couch, this time fully appreciating what she was seeing. Harry’s head was firming planted between Ginny legs, with the other’s girl’s firm ass proudly on display and her head bobbed urgently up and down.

…A sleeping potion! That must have been what she smelled this afternoon, Hermione realized. The sleeping potion contained a pinch of lavender, which was otherwise very rare in other potions they had been taught, with the only other example being a potion for the domestication of bats. Harry’s plan all along had been to put them to sleep! How dare he…..she started, then stopped. Harry though she was asleep. Ginny thought she was asleep too. They were going at it like animals right in front of her. Suddenly the realization of the situation made her flush. She knew in an instant she was getting wet between her legs. Moments later the fragments of a plan had formed in her mind. She would see just how daring Ginny Weasly was….

As Ginny’s and Harry’s moans grew loader, Hermione slowly extracted her arm and legs from under Ron, who still showed to signs of movement, and raised her head for another peak, knowing she must not be seen, not yet. Watching Harry’s ass dive up and down over Ginny’s obscured face, Hermione was barely able control herself from jumping forward to run her tongue along his inviting crack. “Soon enough,” she comforted herself…. Instead she contented herself by pulling herself up into a sitting position on one the side of the couch to get a better view. She quickly removed her top, throwing it on top of Ron’s inert body. Hermione lightly pinched her bare nipples, feeling them harden and jut out from her body.

Harry down up at the firm ass in his hands as he continued to attack Ginny’s cunt. He was amazed at how much juice she was producing as her moans continued to increase in volume. “Sounds like you don’t care if the Death-Eaters outside hear you now!” Harry said, pushing down on her legs to open them wider.

Turning from an outright assault on Ginny’s cunt Harry, turn his head to suck on her outer lip and then slowly kiss his way down her inner thigh. Looking up to the couch he was shocked to find himself looking into Hermione’s eyes. He froze a split second, his breath caught in his throat. How was this possible?! The potion had been perfect…. The way her hair fell from her shoulders in the dim light, landing gently on her perfect breasts was as much a shock as it was an erotic turn-on. She look back at him, his tongue paused in mid-lick against Ginny’s soft skin. There was certainly no hiding now. His eyes flicked urgently to where Ron’s feet were still visible and seemingly motionless.

Hermione quickly signaled with a quick shake of her head that Ron was still asleep. “Harry?” Ginny’s voice came, with a bit of concern. “Don’t tease me like that! I want your tongue to taste how wet I am and get me ready for your cock.” Harry looked again at Hermione, who shrugged her sholders as if to say ‘you hear the girl.

Still shocked as to how Hermione could be awake, but nonetheless turned on by the unexpected event, he wondered how it was going to turn out. In answer to Ginny he reached back with one hand, grabbing his cock and directing it down Ginny’s throat, all the while never looking away from Hermione’s stare. “Shit, Ginny, suck my cock with that heavenly mouth of yours.”

Hermione watched as Harry’s muscled ass bobbed up and down as he drove his length into Ginny’s eager mouth. Locking eyes with Harry again, she smiled, grabbing her tits as if to offer them to him. Not only is she not mad, but she is more than a little horny Harry smiled to himself. And probably a little jealous as well…

“I love when you fuck my face like that and suck on my clit!” Ginny moaned from underneath him.

Hermione loved it as well, and she swung her legs wide open, getting even more worked up as she watched Harry work between Ginny's legs and get his dick deep-throated at the same time.

“Shit, you are so hot. Am so glad we won’t be interrupted tonight,” he added, whipping his tongue the entire length of her slit, and lapping up a large drop that had made its way to the bud of her asshole.

“Fuck, Harry, I couldn’t stop now even if my parents walked in the room!” Ginny admitted feeling as Harry explored her ass with his mouth.

“I wouldn’t stop even if all your brothers were to walk in right now,” Harry replied.

Ginny laughed around the thick cock in her mouth, “The twins would probably be with a couple of young 5^th years anyway!”

“It could be one fucking Weasley orgy,” Harry pictured the craziness in his head. “I love 5^th years!”

“Why can’t I just have your dick anytime I want?” Ginny complained. “It would so great if we could see my brother and Hermione go at it from time to time too,” she mused while firming her tongue and driving against the pee-slit at the end of Harry’s member, which she knew drove him crazy.”

“Ugnh, you’re incredible!” Harry moaned. He then looked up again to see Hermione’s reaction to Ginny’s fantasy, and was rewarded with an expression of desire and lust.

“How about you fuck my pussy now,” she pleaded. “Let’s give that sleeping potion of yours a real test!”

Harry was certainly ready to be inside Ginny’s wonderful pussy. He quickly pivoted his body on top of hers, letting her feel his weight on top of her, but also making sure as not to allow her a clear view of the couch. Let’s see how long we can keep the surprise, he thought.

“Are you looking forward to fucking like animals with Ron and Hermione asleep in the room?” Harry taunted as he then wrapped his arms underneath her body and rolled both of them over, so that Ginny was now on top, her pussy lips just inches from Harry’s slick and pulsing dick.

“Shit Harry, you know I am,” Ginny said desperately, reaching back to align Harry’s prick with her waiting cunt lips.

Hermione could hardly breathe as she got the perfect view of Harry’s hard cock poised at Ginny’s entrance. She marveled at how Ginny’s small hand grasped the huge veined piece of flesh and remained mesmerized as the red-head backed her hips up ready to be impaled. Leaning forward Hermione absorbed every detail as Harry slowly raised his legs and butt off the floor, forcing the head of his monster slowly inside Ginny’s obscenely stretched lips.

Ginny, for her part, tried to feel every inch of Harry’s dick as he pushed into her. Clenching her muscles she forced Harry to drive forward even harder to push the swelled head into her opening. As the rim of his glands grazed her muscled orifice Ginny threw her head back in ecstasy. “Your dick is amazing the way it stretches me,” Ginny moaned, roughly forcing her body back onto the shaft. “The way it fucking fills me is so good. Shit, Harry, fuck me.”

“You are so fucking tight,” Harry marveled at the control Ginny exhibited with her pussy as it clamped around his pole.

“I bet you say that to all the girls you fuck,” she teased, working her ass over Harry’s body and forcing another inch inside.

“Only the cute redheads, with dirty minds and dirty mouths,” Harry insisted with a smile.

“Is that so? And what would you say to the long-haired brunets?” Ginny asked innocently, reaching a hand between their bodies to finger her clit.

“I think your brother has the brunets covered”, Harry thrust forward at the illusion to Hermione. “He might even have her stuffed with his cock from time to time. You never know….” Harry joked watching Ginny’s skin flush with excitement.

“I think you’re obsessed with my brother’s cock.” Ginny laughed.

“Well then you’re obsessed with talking about Hermione’s pussy,” Harry smiled. “You know we both want to watch those two go at it.” Then thinking of Hermione, “I’d fucking die to see Hermione’s pussy up close with Ron’s dick stuffed in it.

Hermione was literally dripping as she watched Harry slice his fuck-stick in and out of Ginny while the two increased the explicitness of their banter. She now half stood and spread her legs, imagining she was opening them for Harry’s cock, lightly rubbing her hand over her mound.

“Shit, Harry, stop getting my so fucking hot thinking about how much I’d love to see my brother’s cock balls deep in Hermione’s cunt.” Ginny joked in a moan. “And see, you were also thinking about Ron’s dick again.”

Maybe he was and maybe he wasn’t. What did it matter as he felt Ginny grind against him, letting her fingers alternate between frigging her clit and feeling for Harry’s slick pole where it was fucking her so well.

“You’re a potions master,” Ginny shrieked in pleasure and Harry drove in his cock in deeply, holding her ass to press her against him for several seconds. “We could go over and fuck right beside them, couldn’t we?” Ginny imagined, half wanting to do exactly that.

Harry grunted, pulling his dick almost all the way out, then slamming home before establishing a varied rhythm. “I could probably fuck you doggy-style right over Ron’s face if you wanted,” bucking his hips beneath her with renewed energy at the image in his mind of Ron’s face only inches from his own sister’s swollen pussy.

Hermione’s hand now word in a circle through her thin panties, using three fingers to massage her pussy lip in just the right way as to indirectly stimulate her button. Her could fee her copious pussy juice soaking the sheer material, as she watched transfixed as Harry’s authoritative thrust carried his balls to slap against Ginny’s ass.

Ginny’s body shown with a thin layer of sweat with the effort of meeting each penetration and the pleasure burning between her legs. “I would love straddle him with his crotch in my face while you took me from behind,” Ginny panted feeling Harry grab her ass roughly in his hands to slam her down on his cock. “With your sweaty nut sack swinging back and forth over my brother’s head…” Ginny panted in anticipation of Harry’s response.

“Absolutely,” replied Harry picturing it all in his mind, “with his nose right at your fuck hole so he could smell our sex in his dreams.” As Ginny closed her eyes and moaned Harry stole a glance at Hermione to find her furiously rubbing between her legs with one hand and pulling at her nipple with the other. “With your face in between his leg you could watch him get hard as he dreamed about us fucking.”

“Ah shit, Harry” Ginny growled. “Then we’d have to switch positions so I could suck you off in my mouth while you buried your head under the covers between Hermione’s legs,” “I can imagine how hard you’d cum if you were breathing in the smell of her twat at the same time!”

“I’m sure I would cum even more for you if you let me do more than just smell her,” Harry answered.

    "Fuck, Harry, what I would give to see Hermione sitting on you face right now." Ginny replied looking deeply into his eyes, watching his lips curl as he drilled forward once again.

Hermione could no longer wait as Ginny and Harry talked about her and Ron, and Harry eating her pussy and cumming in Ginny mouth. Every nerve in her body seemed to move her from the couch and towards the writhing couple on the floor.

    "Well,” Hermione said lightly, “what exactly is going on here?" walking around to the other side of the pair.

Ginny, getting near to organism, barely registered Hermione’s voice. Then seeing movement from the corner of her eye realized that she had heard a voice. Whipping her head around and see the other girl, she let out a shriek of horror, nearly falling back. She certainly would have tumbled to the floor if not for Harry's quick hands that grasped her hips and held her pinned on his rod.

    "Harry! Shit, Hermione!" Ginny half screamed half whimpered, reaching desperately to cover herself with something and to get off of Harry’s dick, which had thankfully stopped pounding her as he too realized that something was wrong.

“Ginny?” Harry feigned surprise, then again as he turned his head. “Hermione!” Harry watched her curved body move to stand directing in front of Ginny in a way that forced him to look backwards at her towering form. This particular angle, also made it impossible for Harry to avoid looking at the barely covered hairy patch between her legs, as several strands of unruly pubic hair escaped the skimpy silk covering. “Shit, Hermione! I thought you were sleeping?” he asked, now honestly wondering why she was not unconscious with Ron on the couch.

“Harry,” Ginny said, failing to free enough of their blanket from beneath their bodies to cover more than her leg and a portion of Harry’s stomach, “I thought you said they wouldn’t wake up.” Ginny looked back to Hermione. “I’m sorry, we didn’t mean to be… I mean we shouldn’t have been….err..doing it in the living room it’s just that…”

Hermione took a final step forward planting her hands on her hips. “Oh, never mind that,” she said, trying to keep her composure after having been rubbing herself for the last few minutes. “I’m just glad to see that all that noise wasn’t due to some sort of danger,” stated Hermione, staring closely at Harry’s body and Ginny’s perky tits, trying to sound concerned. “And besides,” she continued slowing,” I know that we’re all under a lot of stress and it only natural for each couple to want to be with one another.”

Ginny had been initially too shocked to notice Hermione state of dress, or undress as it was more accurately described. Now as her soothing words took away the edge of fear, the strange reality of the situation seemed to dawn on her that Hermione was indeed standing just feet from her, clad in only the smallest of pink panties. Was this how she normally slept?!

She looked further at Hermione with her breasts jutting proudly from her body, finding the sight of the other girl a mix of thrill and lingering shock. This was certainly not the same Hermione who refused to shower with the rest of the girls at Hogwarts. Most of all, Ginny marked that the other girl did not seem to be overly upset about what she was seeing, and had even made a passing excuse for their activities. “Well, stress, yeah, I guess that’s part of it,” Ginny stumbled over her words, looking to Harry for support. “It’s just that…,” she was still, she realized, sitting on top of him with his dick still inside her, and stopped in mid-sentence. At least the blanket was there, or else Hermione might decide to truly get angry.

“….It just that with all this running and danger and everything else, sometimes we just need to be close to each other,” Harry offered to nods of approval from Ginny, who had stopped struggling to pull herself off his still-stiff dick for the moment.

Harry suddenly clenched his muscles in his pelvis, causing his dick to swell and pulse in Ginny’s warm folds, and she looked down at him in surprise. She could, of course, not help feeling how good Harry’s cock still felt inside her even with Hermione standing in front of her. “We didn’t mean to wake you to embarrass you or anything like that.” He added sincerely.

“Oh, I understand,” Hermione continued in her slightly bookish tone as she tried to control herself and keep up a good act. “We’re free of our parents and guardians, and we want to explore that freedom. Now suddenly there is death and fear all around and we instinctively want to cling to something or someone that gives us love and warmth” lectured Hermione, spreading her feet apart enough that the shadow of her hairy mound was evident between her legs. Ginny’s attention was instantly drawn to the older girl’s crotch. “We have all grown up a lot in the last few days, I imagine.”

Harry picked up the trail of their conversation, as he continued to gently stimulate Ginny from underneath, a little stronger than before. “That’s true, Mione’,” Harry agreed. “We didn’t mean to upset you and Ron.”

Ginny now couldn’t help but instinctively clench her muscles around Harry’s invading organ, as she added, “Yeah, we didn’t want to wake you and Ron up, but we just need to be close to each other.” Fuck, how was she going to keep explaining and talking to Hermione when Harry wouldn’t stop driving her crazy with his dick! She was sure that Hermione’s new attitude was likely do to finally allowing Ron into her pants, but then again that new attitude probably didn’t account for their live sex-show in the middle of the living room! “We’re really sorry, ‘Mione.”

“Oh, I understand completely,” repeated Hermione, watching Ginny closely, especially where she was sitting on top of Harry. “Your brother and I have had to hide from you too as well.” She admitted with a hint of a smile.

“Really?” Ginny said, surprised that the other girl would admit such a thing so openly. She then watched as Hermione looped the thumbs of her fingers through the straps on her panties. “Err, I mean that’s natural, right? I wouldn’t want to stop you two from, hum, well, you know.”

Hermione loved her position as she looked down at the incredible scene in front of her. Although Harry and Ginny were no longer actually going at it in front of her, she was even more turned on by their conversation and the surprise on Ginny’s flushed face. “Well, of course. We might have even tried to do it tonight if you hadn’t beaten us to it,” she allowed herself a small laugh. “Although it seems your brother is somewhat incapacitated this evening.”

“Actually, I was wondering…” Harry started.

“I know it had to be a sleeping potion, Harry,” Mermione shrugged off the fact that Harry has essentially tried to drug her. “Of course you remember the potion I made you drink at the beginning of the week? The one Ron found so discusting and wouldn’t finish?” she explain. “It’s actually an anti-potion to a number of spell and effects that the enemy might try on us.”

So that was it! “I see.” Harry eyes rapidly scanned from Ginny’s tits to her face to Hermione’s face, and then finally to her thin panties as his breathing increased. “Well, in any case, we’re sorry for waking you up and putting you in such a weird position.”

Hermione softened her regard, “Oh, don’t worry about that, Harry. I already said I understand. I’m glad I woke up anyway. The situation is not so weird actually,” she continued on,” and in fact quite natural, although, it sounded like my name was mentioned in whatever conversation you two were having.” She continued with a note of mock confusion.

It was now becoming obvious to Ginny that she and Harry were not in trouble. She felt as Harry’s cock gave another strong jolt inside her, and she realized she was suddenly becoming even more turned on than before. She was also amazed how Harry seemed to be taking everything in stride. She could certainly feel how hard he was still, and reasoned that maybe he was just too horny to care at this point. She had to admit that having Hermione almost naked in front of her was have its effect on her as well. It not that she liked girls, per se, only that she could well image how Hermione might use that body that was most thrilling.

“Oh, right, well…. that was Ginny’s fault.” Harry blurted, as he continued to hold Ginny still, and now discreetly pushed gently into her with his throbbing cock, stifling any complaint she might have been contemplating. “She gets carried away sometimes. We both do actually…”

“Harry!” Ginny felt Harry gently push inside her, and blushed even redder from the exquisite feeling and their exposed situation. Did Harry mean to keep going with Hermione standing right there?! Did he think that they could actually continue to fuck in front of Hermione, Ginny now wondered to herself?

Ginny had been wondering about her and Harry’s frequent fantasies involving Ron and Hermione, and now it seemed as if Harry was turned on enough to tempt fate. Given Hermione’s normal temperament, it had seemed to be out of the question, but now the older teen was, at least it seemed for the moment, willing to be an observer.

Harry, she noted again as her cunt clenched down, seemed unwilling to stop, even after they had been caught. She looked over to see her brother was still sleeping and then turned her attention to Hermione’s body, fully on display before her. Where was this going, she allowed herself to thrill.

Hermione looked down at Harry, watching his abs tense and release as he had obviously resumed pleasuring Ginny and himself, although the motion of his pelvis was hidden from her view. She was almost jealous, knowing how good it must have felt for the younger girl. “Well, honestly, what could you two have possible wanted,” Hermione asked more urgently as heart raced watching the two bodies in front of her.

“We were just talking…..” Ginny mumbled coyly, shifting her weight slowly backward to look Hermione more in the eyes and to force Harry deeper inside. Harry could help but taking things even farther under pulling his knees up to cradle Ginny’s ass as she sat up and shifting his weight back and forth beneath her

Hermione tried to act surprised as she addressed the pair but kept her eyes glued to where Harry was now rocking Ginny up and down, making her draw uneven breaths on each slow penetration. “Maybe a bit more than talking I guess... What could be so important?”

“Well, it’s a little complicated,” Harry teased, timing a small thrust to further frustrate her.

“I’m a smart girl, Harry,” Hermione gently chided, the pressure building between her legs. “I think if you explain it to me I might be able to offer some assistance.” As she said this Hermione langidly lowered her panties with her thumbs, letting the top fringe of her pubic mound peek out above her underwear. I have to move this forward somehow, she thought, this is driving me crazy…

“Well…” Harry started to explain watching Ginny turn red at his imminent admission, abruptly shifted jabbing his hips upward.

“Harry!” Ginny started to complain, then grunted a loud ‘Ugh..mmm’ as Harry’s dick drove deeply inside her.

Ginny could hardly comprehend how Harry was continuing to rock and move in a way that had to be obvious, for Hermione watching them, was only for the purposes of fucking her. What she did know beyond a doubt was it felt so damn good when he did. She could also not believe what Harry was about to divulge to Hermione. It was one thing to be caught, and quite another to reveal all their intimate secrets.

Or was it? Ginny realized suddenly that while her mind had been complaining, her body had started to grind back against Harry’s, responding naturally to his slow thrusts. As she stared intently at Hermione’s erect nipples and freshly exposed pubic hair, Ginny’s mind was quickly catching on to the signals her body was sending; indicating that she was unbelievably aroused by the situation. This was what she wanted, wasn’t it? What Harry and her both fantasized about.

“Yeah, sorry about that Mione’,” Ginny said, summoning up the courage to speak as she let her body sway, adding to the sensations.

“Oh, is that right.” Hermione said thoughtfully, looking at Ginny and appreciating the sweat glistening on her tight body. Where did the other girl get the chance to have a tan?

“Sometimes we have these fantasies, you know…” Ginny shuddered as Harry grew ever bold, placing a hand on her hip to guild another slow deep penetration that drove her dirty mind past the point of no-return. As she watched Hermione and felt Harry below her, Ginny suddenly relaxed and decided to just enjoy this voyeuristic turn of events. “I mean we just thinking about how you and Ron are together and how we need to be with each other and don’t want there to be any problems since we’re all really close friends.”

Hermione observed Ginny change in attitude, and watched again as Harry pushed into her from behind. Fuck, she loved watching his sexy body work! Those arms, and those abs and legs and everything that she could image doing to him.

“Oh, no problem at all,” responded Hermione, letting a hand slip from her waist and sliding it between her open legs. “Like I said, Ron and I have fantasies too, you know, and I’m flattered that you would think of me,” she smiled, starting to rub herself in a circular motion through the fabric as she had been doing only minutes ago, spreading her legs wider. “Do you mind if I ask what this fantasy of yours was about anyway? Seeing as you did wake me up and we ARE all close friends and all….”

“Well, that’s true….” said Ginny, watching Hermione rub herself, and noticing how the thin material of her panties was soaked. Although still a little hesitant to explain the full perverted details of what Harry and her fantasized about, she finally let go of the small piece of material that she had been using the partially obscure the point where she was sitting up top of Harry’s pole. Why not let Hermione watch if she wanted to, she thought mischievously.

Harry looked up to watch Hermione’s reaction to Ginny allowing her an clear view of their joined bodies, making no effort to stop his slow but steading grinding. Hermione’s response was even better than expected as she used her other hand to put the fabric of her underwear aside and worked two fingers into between her red pussy lips, spreading her glistening juices. After a moment she slowly inserted her middle finger up her hole.

“Holy shit, that’s looks sexy, Hermione,” Harry complemented, now fucking Ginny in a way the matched the pace that Hermione set with her finger, encouraging her to continue.

Ginny was now finding it hard to suppress a smile amongst her intermittent moans as Harry continued to pump his hips up and down, driving her crazy as she felt his cock repeatedly fill her. “Shit, you look like you’re dripping wet,” she gushed as Harry’s pace increased, and their two bodies started to come together with a ‘slap’ on each stroke.

It was almost too much for Hermione as she watched Harry truly ream the redhead, grunting and drawing moans of pleasure as his reward. “I have to admit watching is getting me quite excited,” she admitted. “Now tell me about your fantasy.” Hermione inserted a second finger as she looked deeply into Ginny eyes, willing her to tell all.

As she ground her pelvis down on Harry’s dick, the slick sounds of their coupling could be easily discerned, especially Ginny noted with glee, by Hermione. “Well….,” she started, drawing out her phrase, “Sometime, Harry and I wonder what it would be like if we didn’t have to sneak around, and could, you know, just have sex whenever we wanted.”

“Oh, and you thought that it would be only natural for me and your brother to watch you as well, since we all sleep in the same room” Hermione said as she continued to attend to her clit and her hole in equal fashion, lustfully watching Ginny bounce up and down. Occasionally Ginny would raise herself up enough that she could catch a glimpse of the base of Harry’s cock before it drove back inside the redhead’s snatch.

“Well, naturally,” confirmed Ginny, feeling her tits rebound with each blow from below.

“It would make a lot of sense, for everyone, not to have to sneak around,” agreed Harry, reclining his arms above his head and placing his hands behind his head as if he were relaxing at the beach. All this while continued to pump his dick into Ginny.

Hermione looked down at Harry, as his gorgeous body seemed spread just for her to touch and lick and smell and feel and fuck. “And maybe you thought that while we were all having sex in the same room it would be fun to experience a little more freedom?” Hermione suggested, going crazy in her mind.

“I think Ginny also mentioned something about wanting to see you sitting on my face while she was riding me.” Harry explained from below, eliciting a moan from Ginny, who was now well past any point of complaining. “But I suppose you’d have to ask her if you wanted to know more about that,” he winked.

“You fantasized about eating me out while you two fucked?” Hermione questioned, getting to the point. “Like you’re fucking right now?”

The fact that Hermione was standing there practically naked, watching her and Harry as they ground together, pushed all other thoughts from her mind. “Yeah, something like that… Maybe you want to try it out,” Ginny boldly offered before she could stop herself. “That is if you don’t mind, Harry.”

Hermione took another step forward so that she was standing almost directly over Harry’s head. As she did, she deftly released the side snap on her panties and threw them aside, revealing her puffy cunt lips to Harry’s bulging eyes.

“Shit!” Harry spat.

“Well, It sounds like Harry is okay with me sitting on his face,” Hermione smiled, looking back to the younger girl.

“Hmmm, big surprise there…. He’s probably going to enjoy it too,” Ginny said, now looking down at Harry, “so that’s why he’s going to have to fuck me even harder while eating your pussy,” Ginny cautioned, feeling Harry already had picked up the pace while listening to their conversation.

“That sounds fair,” grunted Harry, now looking up and watching Hermione’s finger continue the dance around her slippery slit.

“And it’s not like I’d be making out or doing anything romantic with your boyfriend,” Hermione continued, in her voice that she often used to make Ron see the logic in her way of thinking. “I’d only be rubbing my cunt juice all over Harry’s face.”

“Exactly! And, it was me who mentioned your name in the first place,” returned Ginny, getting into the game. “Besides, I already have Harry’s huge cock buried in my cunt.”

Hermione looked again at the point where the two bodies met, entranced and wishing it was her. “Well, seeing as your brother is still asleep, I don’t think he’ll mind. And besides, after watching you two, I think my pussy needs more attention than my finger.” Hermione finally said looking Ginny in the eyes, and wondering how long she could hold out before smothering Harry, no matter what Ginny said.

“Go ahead, Hermione, sit on his face. Let me watch him eat your pussy.” Ginny moaned, grabbing her own tits as she bounced herself up and down. She watched as Hermione’s eyes hungrily watched her and Harry and she became eager to put her body on display for the older teen. “We can worry about Ron’s dick another day….” Ginny laughed.

Harry now looked up as Hermione bent her knees and lowered herself slowly towards his mouth. “Oh, yes.” He looked into Hermione’s eyes, which were glazed over in a sexual haze as she looked back with a huge smile, placing her knees on either side of Harry’s head. She then slowing lowered her soaking cunt down onto his waiting mouth. “Just like that, Hermione.” Harry reached up with his hands to guide her down and extended his tongue, flicking back and forth across the puffy lips as they came into range. “This is so amazing, thank you Ginny!” he blurted. As she brought herself fully down on his face, Harry immediately stuck his tongue into her sopping hole as deeply as he could.

“Oh Yes! Oh fuck!” Hermione said emphatically into the darkened room has Harry tongue-fucked her repeatedly attempting to suck the juice out of her hole at the same time. As the taste of Hermione’s pussy filled his head, Harry rammed his dick upward, lifting Ginny off the carpet, causing her to slam back down and impale herself on his full length with a loud ‘smack.’

Ungh!, Ginny grunted, feeling as if Harry’s dick was now in her stomach, and loving the ride as she was lifted again by his muscular body. “Oh, god Harry, it’s so amazing. Your cock is drilling so deep right now and your face in buried in Hermione’s cunt! You can eat Hermione’s pussy any time you want if you’re going to fuck me like this,” Ginny said as if in a dream. “Don’t ever fucking stop!”

Hermione looked over at Ron, and might have felt bad if not for the exquisite sensation of Harry’s month as he probed his tongue ever deeper into her snatch. Later, she promised herself, she would involve Ron…. of course he Ron had agreed with her to taken the full dose of the potion as she suggested, he would be! How would he react, she wondered. Would he really get off watching Harry and Ginny fucking? Would he even consider boning her while their friends watched? Would he let Harry do what he was doing to her now?!

Ginny followed Hermione’s glance over at her slumbering brother asleep and also contemplated what he might do if he were to wake. While she figured it had been a good thing that at least he was still asleep, she couldn’t help wanting to see his cock up close. “How does Harry’s mouth feel on your pussy?” Ginny lewdly asked, pushing away any thought of her brother for the moment and concentrating fully on the sights before her.

“Oh god, Ginny, it’s unbelievable the way he’s tongue-fucking me and sucking on my clit.” Hermione replied, reaching forward to balance herself against Ginny’s shoulder to give Harry better access. “And he’s fucking you so hard, Ginny!’ Hermione observed. “I love watching his dick slam into you! What a beautiful cock! It must feel so good!”

Ginny felt a jolt as Hermione touched her skin. “Yeah, rub yourself all over his face. He loves it!” Ginny encouraged, keeping a close eye on Hermione’s juicy cunt, and becoming even more excited as she imagined what the other girl was feeling as her boyfriend probed her hole with his tongue. As Hermione leaned closer she smelled her hair and remarked again the way her hard nipples jutted from her tits in her excitement. “How does she taste, Harry?”

“Hmmmm,” Harry managed to momentary take a breath, “so god damn good, I could stay here all night.”

At Harry description of Hermione’s taste, Ginny was suddenly overcome with the need to sample Hermione’s juices. “Let me kiss you so I can taste for myself,” Ginny demanded, licking her lips in anticipation.

Hermione backed away, reluctant to leave Harry’s stimulation but eager to see Ginny and Harry kiss with her juiced smeared all over Harry’s face. Ginny leaned forward to kiss Harry, quickly pushing her tongue into his mouth and sucking greedily on his lips “Oh, my god, Hermione, I can taste your pussy in Harry’s mouth. You taste so fucking good!” she exclaimed, surprised at how much she liked the taste, diving back for seconds licking his cheeks and chin for good measure.

“Thank you,” she responded rubbing her clit furiously with her hand as he watched Ginny suck the taste of own juices from Harrys’ face.

“Oh shit Harry,” Ginny moaned, swirling Hermione’s taste around in her mouth, “Fuck me hard!”

“Hmm, of course,” said Harry as he slowly built his pace again. Harry eagerly grabbed Hermione’s waist and pulled her again to his waiting mouth.

As Harry pounded her cunt, Ginny leaned forward, resting her hands just below Hermione’s swinging breasts. “Oh fuck, Harry. I can’t believe I’m being fucked and watching Hermione sit on your face. You are so beautiful, Mione’,” Ginny gushed with emotion, overcome with the moment.

“Harry, is amazing, Ginny,” Hermione answered, “and you are beautiful too with his big cock in your pussy,” she lewdly complimented. “I love for Harry to eat you out, so I can taste your juices, Ginny” Hermione suggested, herself overcome with building lust.

“Remember we said there’d be no kissing of my boyfriend,….” Ginny said breathlessly, watching Hermione’s face betray a hint of bewilderment and disappointment.

“….Besides why waste precious time when Harry’s cock is already covered with my fuck juice,” Ginny smiled, watching Hermione reaction.

“Oh, fuck, Ginny,” Harry blurted as he heard her make the proposition to Hermione.

“You mean you’ll let me suck Harry’s cock,” Hermione stammered. She realized that Harry hadn’t been kidding about Ginny’s sexual appetite. Her mind reeled at the opportunity to suck Harry off for a second time, this time with Ginny’s full consent, and with the young girl’s juices all over it.

“If it means that I get to watch you lick my pussy cream off his fat dick, well, yes.” Ginny said as she continued to bounce up and down on Harry’s pole. “Then everyone can have some fun, and Harry can have his cock sucked by the famous Hermione Granger.”

Hermione pulled her dripping cunt away from Harry’s mouth and moved over to where Ginny had just buried Harry’s rod deep in her snatch and was now slowly easing its length out from between her stretch lips. “Nice and wet for you,” Ginny moaned as the mushroomed head finally gave up its hold and popped free.

Harry sat up on his elbows to watch as Hermione kneeled in front of him. Hermione stared at his slick and pulsing meat, “holy shit, it’s so beautiful and so big. I can’t believe you’re going to let me suck it, Ginny,” she said, in her mind thanking her twice.

“You’re welcome, Hermione,” Ginny said politely, masking for an instant her lust, “what are friends for. Now enjoy….”

Hermione wasted no time quickly extending her tongue and licking several times the entire length. The taste that greeted her was something completely unexpected. “You taste so sweet, Ginny, it’s so good!” Hermione mumbled at her first taste of another girl’s juices.

“Oh, yeah, Hermione, now stick it in your mouth,” Ginny encouraged, and watched as Hermione opened her mouth wide, shoving Harry’s hardness into her mouth.

Harry responded the only way he could, bucking his hips and driving more of his shaft into Hermione’s wonderful mouth. “Let me eat you, Ginny,” Harry said desperately, remembering how much he wanted to taste her while Hermione had been sucking him off in the library.

Ginny straddled his body facing Hermione. She leaned forward, spreading her legs, presenting her tight ass and freshly fucked and reddened cunt to Harry’s mouth. With Hermione’s taste still in his mouth, Harry plunged forward. He devoured Ginny’s swollen snatch, pumping his cock into Hermione’s throat at the same time.

Ginny leaned forward farther as Harry attacked her fuck hole with all the talents of his mouth. In this position she was only inches from where Hermione’s mouth with wrapped around Harry prick. “Oh Harry,” she moaned, “She’s got your fucking cock in her mouth!

Hermione looked up at Ginny’s face and smile at her comment. She then pulled Harry’s cock out of her mouth, and offered it to the redhead. “Could you take care of this for a bit? I want to lick his balls,” Hermione said to her.

While plunging a finger into Ginny’s pulsing hole, Harry felt the transfer of his dick from one mouth to the other. He watched as Ginny’s head began to bob up and down on his cock and the same time as he felt Hermione run her tongue along his hairy balls. “Fuck…”

Hermione probed her face into Harry’s crotch, savoring his body to the fullest. Getting the full effect of their incredible situation, Hermione looked up to see Ginny mouth sliding feverishly up and down on Harry’s cock. It was almost too much for her to process. Her eyes took in the finest details from the trimmed pubes at the base of Harry cock, to the small streams of spit leaking from Ginny’s lips as she drove the shaft back and forth.

Harry head was in the clouds. He couldn’t have imagined a better outcome to their plans. He cried out in sweet agony as he now felt Hermione suck one of his hairy balls into her hot mouth, and let out a soft humming sound. “Oh fuck, that’s too hot. Shit! My fucking cock is ready to explode.”

“Oh, no you don’t,” said Hermione, taking a final lick of his heavy sack and savoring the masculine taste and smell, “I want to see you cum inside Ginny before we’re done with you.”

“Oh, Hermione, that’s such a hot idea, let’s switch positions!” Ginny eagerly agreed.

Harry had been desperately close to cumming with the pair of girls stopped their stimulation of his prick, leaving it momentarily twitching in the open air to the rapid pulse of his heartbeat. He soon recovered has he watched Hermione take Ginny’s position with her juicy snatch wide open in front of his face. As he looked down between Hermione’s legs, he timed a brutal thrust of his hips just as Ginny sat down, aligning her opening with his spit-soaked shaft.

Hermione had a front row view and Harry’s meat plunged home into Ginny pussy only inches from her face, the young teen screaming out as the head banged deeply into the depths of her fully aroused cunt, grating hard against her clit as it slammed home with a smack. Hermione reach back with one hand, grabbing Harry’s disheveled hair and pulling him deeply into her cunt and crack. She felt Harry’s nose touch brush her asshole, and laid forward extending her torso forward and letting her tits swing over Harry’s stomach.

Ginny watched below as Harry fucked her and Hermione’s long hair mixed with their own pubic hair in a mess. She observed Hermione lean farther forward to lick only a few inches from where she and Harry’s bodies were connected by Harry’s pistoning cock. Ginny was losing control, “Harry, I’m going to cum all over you cock watching you and Hermione together, but I want it to last forever.”

Hermione had the same thoughts, tasting the mix of precum, saliva, and pussy juice covering Harry crotch. The small of sex assaulted her senses and pushed her ever closer to the brink. “Eat me, Harry!” she called out. “Merlin but this is so fucking good!”

(Coitus interruptus)



    Suddenly Harry's head burned with a sensation that was completely unrelated to Hermione grinding her snatch against on his mouth and squeezing his head with her legs.

    Harry grabbed Hermione and in one smooth movement lifted her away, causing her to look back in disappointment. As she started to complain she stopped immediately, seeing the panicked look in his eyes, "He's coming!" he said.

    Ginny froze as well, still with Harry's cock inside her, which she felt was now deflating as blood raced to other parts of his body more related to self-preservation, "Who's coming, Harry? What’s happening?" she asked with an expression that showed she already guessed what his answer was going to be.

    "Voldemort," Harry managed to say as he winced again in pain from the scare on his forehead.

    "How do you know, Harry?" queried Hermione, now almost hysterical as she pulled on her scattered clothes and search for her robe. "We can't apparate out of Grimmauld Place, and the front door is the only route of escape."

    "You mean were trapped?!" cried Ginny. "Are you sure Harry, that, You-Know-Who is really coming?"

    Harry had reacted quickly, turning his energy to formulating a plan. Then he stood in the middle of the room, dressed in his long robe, covering just a par of boxers and t-shirt underneath, and holding his wand. He now pointed the ward at Ron's body, "Enervate!"

    Ron took a gulp of air and his eyes shot open, "Bloody hell!," he protested. "What the blazes was that for. Fine, I'm up! I'll take my turn at watch, but just wait until you're up again, mate!"

    "Ron, you don't understand," said Ginny appearing at Harry's shoulder and cutting short her brother's complaints. "You-Know-Who is coming!"

    "WHAT!" Ron gasped, looking around the room to see the evidence in everyone's face that this was no joke. "What are we going to do?! We can't even apparate out of here!"

    A streak of pain shot across Harry's mind as he saw the outside of Number 12 Grimmauld Place through Voldemort's eyes as he disapparated in the street just below. He held up his hand as if to steady himself and to signal that there was no time for further discussion. "Hermione, is everything ready to go?" he asked directly.

    "Yes, Harry," she responded to his business-like tone, buttoning a last button on her pants that she had hastily put on without underwear, disregarding Ron's questioning stare. "The tent, backpacks, and emergency potion are in the closet there."

    "Good. You and Ron take the backpacks and put them on to go. Bring out the tent as well. I'll take care of that when Ginny and I leave." Harry pointed to the spot where Ron should set the bundled tent down. "Ginny, grab the potions and come next to me."

    "What are we doing, Harry, we have to get out now?" said Ron, looking at Hermione and Ginny, trying to think of some way they could all escape. "We have to go now, while there's still a chance."

    "There's no time," Harry stated flatly, watching an image of the front door fill his mind's eye. He looked down and followed a wand that was raised and the spell as it exploded against the frame, blowing it off its hinges. The sound of that mental vision reverberated though his own consciousness as the last defense to their hideout was breached downstairs, "He's here."

    "Now were trapped." Hermione seemed to sink, realizing all her planning had been made under the assumption that they would be able to leave Grimmauld Place on their own terms. Now realizing the fateful flaw, she saw few options for their current predicament.

    "Quick, Ginny, had me the green flask," command Harry. Ginny did as she was told; picking out the bottle of moss-green liquid and handing in over to Harry's outstretched hand. She then watched as Harry magically sent the flash sailing through the room into the hallway and partway down the stairs before shattering the glass with a silent twist of his wand with his wrist, releasing the contents. Rather than simply spilling to the floor, the liquid appeared to vaporize in an instant, generating a thick noxious fog that momentary blocked access to the upper levels from below.

    "Now, you two," he said pointing at Ron and Hermione, "get ready to apparate to the rendezvous point we all agreed on.

    "But, Harry," complained Hermione. We can't apparate out of here. It's part of the defenses of the Number 12 that the Order put in place.

    "Yes, you’re right Hermione, but I'm the master of this place and I think I should be able to remove the wards." stated Harry. "I just need a little time. Ginny, just keep sending any potion marked with a lightning bolt down the stairs. It should buy us some time."

    "Right, okay." Ginny picked out a bottle filled with what appeared to be black tar in her shaking hand, as a series of crashed echoed in the room downstairs. The thought that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was actually just two floors below them scared her beyond anything she had experienced before. Even confronting Tom Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets seemed a dull comparison. However, as she listened to Harry's commands, and saw how he remained calm and had planned for the worst, she drew on her feelings for him and channeled her fear into launching the potion bottle as hard as she could. Her aim was true and she watched as its trajectory sent it flying through the heavy green mist to the landing just beyond, landing with a smash.

A second later a horrible cry of pain could be heard, the potion apparently finding its target. “What was that?” she asked, but turned to see Harry with his eyes closed and concentrating hard. Maybe better she did not know.

It took all of Harry’s will to block out the pain in his scar as he sought to find a way to allow the quartet to escape. The sounds of yelling and commands drifted to his ears from below, as well and Hermione and Ron’s hurried words as they prepared themselves as best they could.

Remembering Dumbledore in the cave, Harry struggled to block out the chaos around him and feel the magic that he knew ran through the house as protection, but now threatened to imprison them. He slowly reached out his hand and naturally closed his eyes. As he reopened them it seemed as if the cacophony of sound around him faded away and the room became suffused with a myriad of colors, dancing around the walls and ceiling.

Just as Harry seemed to drift off into a trance, a large figure succeeded in mounting the stairway, grabbing at his throat in pain, but still raising his wand and pointing it at Harry, who was the closest target. “Crucio!”

Ron saw the Death-Eater and raised his own wand with lighting speed, bellowing “Protego!”

Ron’s spell whizzed past Harry’s head, colliding with the viscous red beam headed for Harry. Immediately Ron felt the malice behind the opposing spell and felt his defensive charm begin to fail. “Glisseo!” Shouted Hermione, beside him, watching as the stairs beneath their attacker gave way and his bulk crash down the way he had come.

Harry knew there was no way he could hope to figure out how to allow apparition amongst all the overlapping wards. There just was not enough time he knew as he vaguely saw the battle in front of him. He decided that brute force was the only way. Calling upon all his strength and love for his friends he reached out his hand, making a tight fist, and willed the destruction of the wards with one blow.

The whole structure of Number 12 seemed to shake as if a violent earthquake had hit. Harry was knocked off his feet, and also thrown back to the full reality of the situation around him. “Go! Now!” he shouted, turning to Ron and Hermione.

“Harry!” Hermione started to complain.

“Now!” Harry repeated with more force, feeling his scar burn with a fire from within.

Ron grabbed Hermione by the hand, and nodded. She took one last look at Harry, with Ginny by his side, and then nodded back to Ron. They both stepped forward with a twist and disappeared.

Ginny hurled the last three bottles marked with a lightning bolt then turned to Harry with fear on her face. Harry backed quickly into the center of the room, hoisting the tent onto his back and handing the other duffle to Ginny.

Then they both heard Him. “Potter…..” came the snake-like voice from below, as a powerful blast removed the last of obstacles. “Now you’re mine!”

Ginny was frozen at the sound of his voice, unable to think or move, and believing this was the end. Harry was not ready to let Voldemort take them both, raising his wand at the couch casting a Hover Charm and sending it towards the stairway and the approaching voice.

A cruel laugh echoed, now just meters away.

Harry yelled, “Confringo!” He watched the old couch explode in a flash of heat and light that soon passed as he felt the familiar feeling of being forced into a small tube.

It was Ginny that had grabbed his hand and pulled her with him as she disapparated. He quickly gave into the feeling and held her closer to him…..

(Continued in Chapter 7……)
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