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Being Wanted	By : ChaoticReactions Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 126320 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
Warning: This chapter contains crossdressing, rather kinky blowjobs, scenes between a teenager and a literally the same age as his father, more blowjobs, breathplay, finger fucking (F), Bisexuality (Pansexuality? Yeah, let's go with that one), Body modification of the girl with penis variety, and a two way blowjob.

Alt Chapter Title: Chaotic needs to plan out her scenes better AKA The Blowjob Chapter

*****

Luckily for Harry's plans, Remus was going to be staying in Grimmauld Place for the duration of the full moon, including a day before and after to prepare. Apparently, the Shrieking Shack wasn't considered safe enough anymore, and with a mixture of some very strong Dumbledore-cast wards, the seclusion offered by the upper floors, and the Wolfsbane potion provided by Snape, he was nice and contained in the top floor for those nights. It also had the added benefit of making Remus very convenient. The reasons behind that was probably something along the lines of having the Order nearby if something went wrong with the man, but Harry was not at all above taking advantage.

Unluckily, that meant Remus wouldn't be around for another few days, since he was currently finishing everything he could before he'd be indisposed. And so Harry was forced to entertain himself in the meantime.

It wasn't as big a hardship as he pretended, really.

Pressing his thumb into the silky material in his hand, Harry watched as Ron rolled out of their shared back and started to collect his scattered clothes. Before he could grab his pants, Harry tossed him the fabric he'd been holding, and Ron caught it deftly from the air. Then he blinked, because apparently a pair of thin, black cotton panties, trimmed with tasteful lace, was not what he had been expecting. "These aren't Hermione's," he stated slowly, turning to face Harry and looking like he had no idea what to do with them. Or himself, for that matter.

For a second, Harry considered lying and saying they were Ginny's, just so he could sit back and enjoy the fallout. But that was a matter better handled delicately, just in case, and so he simply grinned. "No, they're yours." That got him another slow blink, and Harry raised a hand to stall the automatic denial. "As of now, I mean. Just put them on, Ron. You'll look good in them."

"But they're for girls!" Ron protested, but the declaration would have been unbelievable, even if he hadn't immediately bent over and started to step into them.

Harry just shrugged. "So? Why can't you wear them too?" And Ron didn't really seem to have an answer for that, so he slid them up his legs and settled them into place. His cock, still hard from sleeping, was clearly visible through the thin material, and the head peeked out of the top, red and tasty-looking. His balls rested heavily in the back, creating an obvious lump. Feeling his mouth water, Harry gave an approving, hungry noise, and both Ron's face and cock went a little redder at the positive attention. "See, I was right. You do look good in those. How does it feel?"

Ears flushing brightly, Ron opened his mouth, taking in a breath that implied his words were going to be a lie, but he suddenly cut off. Oh, Harry loved the benefits of his magic. After a second of struggling with himself, the redhead ducked his head and continued, voice soft and honest. "Good. They feel really good. They're soft. I kinda... I think I like it."

"Good," Harry parroted cheerfully, a smile stretching his face. Then he stood up and moved over to his friend, sliding a hand over the cloth-covered base of his erection to trace the lines and veins with his fingertips. Ron shuddered, and his cock twitched and oozed a tempting drop of pre-come. "Because I think you should wear them all day long. They're more comfortable than normal pants anyway, right? So it just makes sense."

Ron gave a weak noise, opened his mouth and then shut it with an audible click. Finally, he gave a short, stuttering nod, breath catching and cock leaking all the more. And, really, Harry couldn't just let him go now. Not when he had such a delicious sight in front of him. So, Harry spun on his heel, ignoring the noise of protest Ron made, and pulled out a skirt he'd borrowed from Hermione. It was plain and grey and very good little school girl, which was absolutely perfect. Really, he had meant to try this later that afternoon, but the other boy was just responding so nicely and Harry wanted to reward him for it a little. And if he got a reward for it to, then that was just a side benefit.

Presenting the clothing with a heated look, Harry noted the ways Ron's eyes brightened eagerly and smirked. "Would you like to try this on next?"

Ron's head twitched like he'd meant to shake his head 'no', but instead he croaked out a painful sounding, "Yes."

Good enough for Harry.

Dropping it by Ron's feet, he let the redhead slide into the skirt, enjoying the way it tented out more obviously than pants or robes did. Ron's ears went even redder, but he didn't protest. If anything, his cock was getting harder from his embarrassment. Well, good. That way they could both enjoy this as much as possible.

Playing with the hem of the skirt, Harry moved in so their lips were just shy of brushing, enjoying the feel of Ron's short pants puffing out against the sensitive skin. "Stay right here. Stay standing. Move as little as possible." Then he slowly fell to his knees, huffing out hot little breaths over each of Ron's nipples and licking a stripe down his stomach on the way to the floor. Then, instead of pulling the skirt out of his way, Harry simply dipped his head under. In the shadows created by the fabric, it was more difficult to see what he was doing, but Harry's sight wasn't the best anyway. Instead, he had to rely on his sense of smell and touch and taste, which he didn't mind in the least.

Nosing at the heavy balls, harry let gravity rest them on his tongue, slowly dragging the wet muscle along the cloth. It started to get damp and cling to his skin, making the taste stronger, and Harry moaned against them. Through the skirt, Harry could feel Ron's hands close around his head as best he could through the material, and he imagined what Ron must look like; Face flushed brightly, hands fisted into his skirt, head tilted back and giving embarrassed, almost pained moans - he must look like a girl, oversensitive from either inexperience over to much sensation, alternating between begging for more and squirming because it was simply too much to handle.

Harry wrapped his lips around one ball and sucked, just to hear those moans get louder. Perfect.

Following the bulge in the panties, Harry traced the lines of Ron's cock, feeling the ridges and veins. The fabric was no barrier at all, and other than a new layer of texture, it was hardly different. But, judging by the mewls Ron was starting to let out as he gave short, stuttering bucks, he disagreed. Vehemently.

Finally Harry reached the top of his cock, and with the the peeking head. Using his nose to push up the skirt, and nosing in his mind how obscene the shape of a head under Ron's hands and the fabric must look from the outside, he sucked at the very tip of the top, slurping the now steadily leaking pre-come with hungry groans. Ron's noises increased in pitched, almost reaching a feminine range, and Harry rewarded that by wrapping his lips around the rest of the head and just sucking.

Fingers tightening until they were bordering on painful, Ron gave a weak, thready excuse for a moan. "Harry," he gasped out, voice high from his lack of break. "Please!" He gave another tiny buck of his hips in obvious need.

Smirking, Harry just hummed, pleased when the action made Ron give another squeal. Then he slipped a hand around the other boy's legs, kneading the meat of his ass. Still smirking, he rubbed his thumb around the rim, pressing the silky fabric against the rough ring of muscle. Harry felt Ron shift under his fingers, trying to push into more contact while still obeying Harry's orders. Switching the position of his thumb so that the very top rested against the edges, Harry let his finger push in to about the end of his nail, forcing the soft material into Ron's arse. At the same time, he sent a bolt of magic through his tongue, and with a shriek Ron came hard, soiling Harry's mouth, the skirt and the panties.

The redhead practically collapsed onto Harry, slowly sliding down until he was settled onto the floor, legs spread wide and showing off the stained panties underneath. Ducking out of the way, Harry gave soft, approving noises and started to pet as the bright hair, letting his fingers slide gently through the thick locks.

Once Ron caught his breath, Harry used that hand to direct him down, angling his head so that his mouth rested against Harry's own unsatisfied, aching erection. After taking a moment to process the new circumstances, Ron shifted so that he was on his hands and knees, skirt-clad arse held high in the air, and started to lap. Directing the movements with his grip in the red hair, Harry settled back and watched, pleased by the show almost more than the blowjob.

He let himself come soon enough, already aching from how long he'd been hard, and moved Ron's head so it splashed over his nose and cheeks instead of going down his throat. Then, smiling warmly, he rubbed the come into his skin, like he had to himself the other day, making it so that Ron would be able to smell Harry all day long.

Pressing a light kiss to the tip of his nose, and enjoying the faintest hint of salt and bitter, Harry leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Wear the panties all day." Ron moaned and nodded, eyes bright and eager.

***

Finally, two days before the full moon, Remus showed up. Harry had to admit that he was excited. More so than he had been for anyone else, if he was being honest. Most likely it was because this was the first time he'd had to wait for more than a few hours to get who he wanted. He'd planned before and had to space out his plans to keep from being noticed, but never to this degree.

But that wasn't all of it, either. There was something different about attaching himself to Remus, who had known him all his life and who had been so close to his parents. Harry was self aware enough to recognize that his reasoning was more than a little twisted. He'd simply lost the ability to care, and didn't miss it.

And so that day of, Harry woke early, since the former professor was set to arrive before breakfast. As he showered and prepared for the day, there was a noticeable spring to his step. And he could tell that the others noticed his improved mood - their own spiked because of it, for one, and they all tend to pay close attention to how he was feeling - but they didn't say anything. Probably assuming that it was another Sirius thing. His godfather had become quite the excuse, but Harry wasn't willing to dissuade them. Let everyone come up with their own reasoning. They'd be more inclined to believe it.

Slipping down the stairs, Harry paused at the doorway to the kitchen giving what was probably an odd-seeming beaming smile at Remus. The older man blinked at him for a second, looking startled at the warm welcome, but quickly returned it with a soft one of his own.

As Harry settled down at the table next to him, and shifted out of the way as Mrs. Wesley immediately set a heaping plate of food in front of him, he managed to keep his smile welcoming and pleased, instead of predatory.

Give him the rest of the day, and Remus would be his.

Or, as it turned out, not even.

Even back when he had been a professor, Remus had a peculiar - well, it had seemed peculiar at the time, before he'd known his 'furry little secret' - enforcement of his personal space. No doubt it was left over from untold amounts of awful treatment for being a werewolf. But, when he felt he had permission to be physically affection, Remus was very quick to do so. Almost stared for it, in a way Harry was uncomfortably familiar with. so, once they'd started Harry's private lessons, he had been quick to touch. Just little, innocent brushes, like a hand on his shoulder or adjusting his stance and wand movements.

After Third Year, there had been a little pause in that self of comfort, like Remus was afraid that now that Harry knew about him, he wouldn't want those touches anymore. But that had never been the case. In fact, Harry had missed them, since it was physical affection he knew how to deal with and could respond to. In comparison, Harry found Hermione and Mrs. Weasley's hugs awkward, since he wasn't used to them and didn't know how to respond, which left him flustered. And so now that they already had casual habits to fall back on.

Harry was taking full advantage. Which made this almost disappointingly easy, after all that build up. Almost.

After breakfast, he offered to help Remus set up for the next few days. Mostly, that meant unpacking his few possessions (which didn't take long) and making sure the top floor was set up for a werewolf to be unleashed upon it. Already, Harry could feel an odd tingle of magic, which was a testament to how strong the wards were. The floor was set up with cushions that looked like a very good spot for a large dog to sleep away the night, and the windows and door were all physically reinforced as well as magically. With the Wolfsbane Potion to help him, Remus should have as comfortable a full moon as was possible. And if Harry had anything to say about it, he might be able to make it a little better.

When they'd established that yes, everything was as it should be, Harry fell back onto the cushions, grinning when he felt how soft they were. Good. That would be handy later. "Have you felt these yet?" He called, and Remus gave him a fond smile.

"Not yet," He replied mildly, one eyebrow raised. "After all, I have a perfectly serviceable room downstairs. I think I'll use that for now."

Giving him a playfully innocent look, Harry tilted his head. "But they how will you know if they're comfortable enough?"

Snorting, Remus shrugged just a little defensively, and Harry very nearly felt badly for pushing. "I doubt what feels comfortable now will match what feels comfortable then," he answered, and that was true enough.

Accepting that with a nod, Harry gave a little hum. "Fine. But we should test your bed for comfort instead, then." He'd get to play on these cushions some other time, so letting it go for now wasn't a huge hardship.

Sighing, the sound slightly exasperated, Remus shook his head in a way that was probably supposed to be stern but was mostly fond. No wonder he had never been able to stop Sirius or James as children. If anything, it made Harry want to press a little harder, just to watching him give in and let himself be amused. "That's unnecessary. I've been in far worse."

"Which doesn't meant that you should have to settle for something uncomfortable now," Harry returned easily, and Remus finally sighed and nodded, something like a smile quirking at the corners of his lips. Giving a gleeful noise, Harry dragged himself out of the cushions (which actually might have been more comfortable than Harry's bed. Something about sprawling out on them, with plenty of space around him to be filled, seemed like a much more natural environment for him. It was odd, but now wasn't the time to contemplate it. Harry was on a time crunch here.)

Returning back down the few flights of stairs to the floor the Order members had settled into (the one right about the one the children took up, specifically), Remus led them back to his room, and Harry immediately took a swan dive onto his bed. Like his own, it wasn't as nice as the pile upstairs, but it was certainly serviceable. More than, even, since Harry could find a wall comfortable enough for what he had planned. Still, he squired around a little, expression thoughtful. "I don't know, I think this might need some work. What do you think, Remus?"

Finally giving into his antics and chuckling, Remus shrugged. "I wouldn't be the one to know - I haven't tried it yet."

Gesturing for the former professor to join him, Harry shifted over so that he had plenty of room. "So, what are you waiting for? After all, it's your opinion that matters here."

Remus took a step forward but didn't really seem aware of the movement, remaining calm and collected instead. "I'm sure it's fine, Harry."

Sticking his nose in the air with a grin, Harry shook his head. "Well maybe 'fine' isn't good enough. There are some terrible consequences to getting a bad night's sleep, you know. Awful for your health, really. And that's not even factoring in how it affects your thought processes."

"Hermione?" Remus asked dryly.

"Hermione," Harry echoed sagely, grinning softly as he remembered her schedules and lectures from last year.

Giving an honest laugh, Remus finally moved forward and slid onto the bed next to Harry, their bare arms brushing softly. He sighed quietly, sounding like he hadn't meant for Harry to hear that at all, or even to make the noise, and like he very much appreciated being off his feet. Probably already sore and achy, poor man. After a long moment, he finally relaxed into the bed. "This will do nicely, I think."

"Agreed." Harry made a thoughtful noise, turning over on his side to face Remus better. "Could be improved upon a little, but I don't think the mattress has been used in quite a long time. Might just need to be broken in, yeah?" Remus nodded absentmindedly, so Harry continued. "Maybe we could speed up the process."

Brows rising curiously, Remus shifted his gaze onto Harry. "And how would you suggest we do that?"

"Like this."

With that, Harry rolled over until he was straddling Remus. Placing a hand on either shoulder, he leaned forward and pressed their lips together before the former professor could react. After one long, glorious moment of magic and heat, Remus reached up and gripped at Harry's upper arms. He thought he was about to be ripped away, but instead he leaned up into the kiss, making soft, needy noises that made Harry's heart feel like it was melting.

Eventually, Remus did push Harry away, but it was only a few inches. "You shouldn't," he murmured, and then pressed a finger to Harry's lips when he opened to argue. "It's too close to the full moon. It's dangerous."

Oh, that's what he'd meant. Fair enough. "That's fine," Harry murmured back softly, flicking his tongue over the finger and watching Remus' pupils expand to cover the amber-brown of his irises. "I have better things to do with my mouth anyway."

Harry nipped his way down Remus' chest, biting through the fabric and enjoying the way every touch made the former professor arch up. He was so sensitive, and just about anything Harry did drew a reaction out of him. It made Harry feel charged. Powerful even, and he slowed on his way down just so that he could draw out more of those shifts and noises.

When he finally reached Remus' trousers, Harry yanked on them impatiently until the button gave, popping off and flying past his shoulder. Oh, huh. Apparently he didn't know his own strength. A glance up confirmed that the former professor hadn't noticed, and Harry made a mental note to fix it before he could. With the fabric loosened, it was easy to yank them away with his pants, and soon Harry had a clear view of Remus' cock.

Licking his lips, Harry mouthed at the balls, and then licked a stripe from base to tip, tasting and feeling the shape and texture. Remus gave a noise that was suspicious close to a canine whine, hands snapping to close down on either side of Harry's head and fingers gripping almost painfully into the dark hair. Smirking, he rewarded such an open move with a few laps to the tip, clearing the pre-come that was starting to bead from the slit. That earned him another high-pitched noise, and Harry gave his own groan of satisfaction.

The vibration must have really set of Remus, because his fingers suddenly shifted so that they were digging in like claws instead of gripping. At the same time, his hips bucked up, smacking the tip of his cock against the top of Harry's mouth, and he sputtered in surprise. Eyes going wide with guilt, Remus squirmed back with a little whine and went rigid, likely to try and control himself better. But Harry had other ideas. Much better ones, if he said so himself. With a low grumble that meant 'stop that right now', he gripped at Remus' hips and dragged him back, giving another smirk when Remus went submissively limp instead of fighting. Good. But not for long.

Once he was settled where Harry wanted him, he wrapped his lips around Remus' cock and slid down, inch by slow inch, until he felt it hit the back of his throat. In the back of his mind, he remembered something about the gag reflex, but that didn't matter when it was him, for some reason. And, indeed, the reflex never kicked in, even as the cock slid down his throat and blocked off his airway.

Remus was watching him, amber-brown eyes wide with a mixture of what looked like shock and awe. It was a nice expression, but Harry would really appreciate some action instead, so he closed his eyes and swallowed hard around the shaft. He tried to smile around the shaft with Remus groan in response, but that just broke the seal of his lips and made saliva dribble out and down his cock. Then, using the grip he still had on his hips, Harry jerked them up, trying to encourage the former professor to thrust into his mouth.

And after a few, more forceful tugs to prove that yes, he did mean it, Remus finally gave in.

The hands in his hair tightened again, using his grip on Harry's locks to hold him in place as he bucked up and then pulled back out. It was obscenely messy, with saliva dribbling down Harry's chin and throat, and the bitter taste of pre-come smearing on his tongue before being overwhelmed by the taste of salty skin and sweat. With the shaft down his throat, it was nearly impossible to get a decent breath, but he did manage little gasps every so often when Remus pulled out before he was suddenly cut off again, left completely at the werewolf's mercy.

In short, it was just about the best thing Harry had done so far. Normally he was less into the specific kinks and more into how whoever was with him fell apart at them, but this he liked.

Harry's head was spinning again, this time from sheer oxygen deprivation, and he went slack in Remus' iron grip, content to be used like a toy. Well, content was probably the wrong word. Thrilled might have been better. Elated, perhaps. But it was hard to chose words when the world wouldn't settle, floating along on air currents and sliding in and out of his reach. Every time he managed a little burst of air, his body sang with a pleasure that came from something even more primitive than sex, until the two became too hard to tell apart and just sort of swirled into a constant molten pool in his stomach and down his spine.

Finally, as spots were starting to appear in Harry's vision, Remus slammed up one final time and unloaded down his throat. Swallowing mindlessly, Harry continued to try and suck even as he was pulled off and then there was air, and his lungs filled for the first time since this all began and the pleasure was amazing.

And as his lungs reached capacity, Harry's pleasure overloaded, and he came so hard his vision finally gave into the gray building at the edges. With one weak, raspy moan, Harry fell into oblivion.

When Harry came to, he could tell it had only been a few moments, and that he hadn't been idle during that time. Even now, he was lapping mindlessly at the side of Remus' cock, tongue searching for any remaining traces of semen. Remus was limp in more ways than one, and slowly his hand came up to pet through Harry's hair. Giving a noise that was almost a purr, he pulled away and crawled up Remus' chest to slide his come coated tongue into the werewolf's mouth. For a long moment, they stayed that way, panting into the shared space, before Remus suddenly pushed him away again.

"Harry!" His tone was admonishing, like it had been when he'd found out the boy had the Marauder's Map in Third Year, and Harry's stomach twisted in panic. Then he remembered the admonishment from earlier and ducked his head. Oops.

Shooting Remus a rueful grin by way of apology, Harry shrugged. "Sorry, slipped my mind. Must have been the oxygen deprivation." He'd expected Remus to look sheepish at that, or perhaps even guilty, because the man had all the tracings of a martyr, but the former professor just nodded in exaggerated acceptance, like he was placating a silly child. The prick. He did have a point, though. Harry could feel a tingle of something not too far removed from his own new magic, and he licked his lips at the sensation of it, which was starting to fade. Interesting. And it should have been worrying, probably, but Harry just couldn't find it within himself to get worked up. He wouldn't change. Harry could not be a werewolf. End of story. His conviction was almost frightening, except it was too deep for Harry to think of it that way.

Hell, it was probably just denial anyway, but Harry didn't feel like examining it that closely. The opposite, really. He'd rather just run with it.

Stretching out languidly, he shot Remus another smile, which grew a little when he noticed the older man's eyes slide hungrily over his torso. Harry could appreciate that look. Quite a lot, in fact. If he was being honest, Harry would quite like to see more of it. But Remus no doubt needed his rest, especially around this time of the month, so he just slid off the bed. "Alright, I should let you rest up. Not all of us are as young and strong as I am." He chuckled at Remus' playful glare and growl, even as part of him registered a bit of surprise. During all this, he'd seen Remus act more... wolf-like that he ever had, minus the time he'd actually been a wolf in front of Harry. Maybe sex just brought it out of him, especially this close to the full moon. Or maybe it was the magic. Hopefully not, because Harry didn't want to have to feel conflicted over using it. Besides, having Remus was worth that risk, in Harry's opinion.

And his opinion was the one that mattered, really. If he'd asked any of them, they'd probably agree with him. While begging for him to use them, if he pleased. And Harry did please, as a matter of fact.

Feeling a little thrill at the reminder that he was still in charge, even when he chose to let go and allow other to take command, Harry turned on his heel and cleaned up as much as he absolutely had to so as not to draw suspicion, just in case he ran into someone. Then he made his way out the door, swinging his arse to give Remus the best possible show on the way out.

Heading down the stairs, Harry made his way into his room and curled up in his bed. After all, if he was in here he didn't have to go and take a shower or cast a cleaning spell, so he could just luxuriate in the smell of sex for a while. Plus, bringing a werewolf under his power was apparently a bit more draining than most. Not by much, but enough that Harry could use the nap. And so he let his eyes slide close and drifted off into the realm of sleep. If his dreams were filled with naked flesh and musky smells and wanton moans, well, that was his own business.

***

When Harry woke up, he was handcuffed, and for a second he panicked. Which was stupid, in hindsight – anyone who was really looking to hold him would have used magical restraints to hold him. But there were still parts of Harry that felt downright Muggle at times, and most of that time that was good, because it afforded him a perspective and common sense that many wizards lacked, but other times was simply inconvenient. It didn't really help that when he opened his eyes, he found Ginny and Hermione frowning sternly down at him. In fact, it made the panic worse.

But then he noticed the glint in Ginny's eyes as she opened her mouth to speak. “You've been a bad boy, Harry Potter.” She purred, posture an oddly feline mix of dangerous and casual. “Playing with so many people at once. Did you really think we wouldn't realize?”

Well. Shite. This could end badly.

Harry opened his mouth to come up with some kind of excuse, but Ginny held up a warning finger and he subsided automatically. The oddly warm look intensified, and he realized that neither of them looked mad, really. Simply dominant. Retracting his previous stance, Harry hung his head in exaggerated shame, flashing them big, regretful eyes, and he got a small, pleased smile (Hermione) and a toothy, wild one (Ginny).

“That's not all,” Hermione added, voice prim and clipped, and Harry wondered if Ginny had coached her or if she'd settled on that tone herself. He could see it going either way, really. “You can use magic, can't you? Without the Ministry knowing. And you've been using it left and right, with me Ron, Ginny and I.” Ah, so they didn't realize his circle was larger than that. It really was bothersome that they'd figured this out, since he had wanted to control at least the Weasley siblings becoming aware of each other, but Ginny didn't look disturbed by the knowledge in the least. Which gave Harry high hopes for maybe getting them to work together, since he rather thought their preferences would work well with each other. At the very least, it would be entertaining to set both on himself at the same time, and see what happened.

After a second to determine that he was indeed supposed to speak again, he nodded. “Yes. I can.” Two identical bland looks proved that he wasn't going to be able to leave it like that, so Harry scrambled for a reason that didn't involve mysterious books and sudden powers. After all, if they hadn't figured that out – and Harry was reasonably certain that if they hadn't now, they weren't going to – he really didn't want to fill them in. “Dumbledore got me special permission. Considering that I'm such a high priority target, it seemed wise.” That was a reasonable excuse. But not for why he'd kept it a secret, and he could practically see the objections building in Hermione's eyes. “He told me not to say anything, just in case. The element of surprise, I suppose. But he didn't say that I had to limit myself – only to 'use discretion'.” There, let them think he'd done it on purpose, and that they were clever for picking up his clues. Better than them realizing he'd screwed up, at least.

Nodding, Hermione leaned back, looking satisfied, but Ginny's smile just grew wider and more feral. “That doesn't excuse the way you've been seeing everyone on the side.” She pointed out, and Harry's lips twitched. Good point. If there was a decent excuse for that, he would have loved to give it, but he really couldn't think of anything besides 'because I wanted all of you, but didn't want to have to deal with the drama until you were so mine you couldn't fight it'. Really, that just sounded bad. So he just hung his head again. “Which means you need to be punished, I think. Do you agree, my naughty boy?”

“Yes, Miss Weasley,” he replied, flashing another big eyed look and catching Hermione looking a mixture of surprised and turned on. No big surprise there – she'd always been on the bossy side – but Harry did hope she wouldn't follow in Ginny's footsteps. The reason he'd wanted all of them was variety, and that wouldn't happen if they started to pick up too much of each other’s tastes.

Humming thoughtfully, Ginny tapped her chin. “Now, what to do with you? We have you all tied up and at our mercy, but that's not really a punishment, is it?” Eyes bright with mischief, she tracked her eyes over his prone form. “Or maybe it is.” When Hermione turned to look at her in question, Ginny quirked an eyebrow and grinned. After a second, the brunette returned the expression and slid closer, so that they were actively pressed together instead of simply sitting next to each other.

Harry wasn't sure what they had in mind, but he was fairly certain he wasn't going to like it.

There was a pause as the girls looked at each other, then glanced at Harry, and then back. Something passed between them before Ginny leaned forward and slid her lips against Hermione's. The kiss was different from what he'd ever experienced from the redhead – slow and wet and very nearly sweet, and for a moment he wondered why. But then Ginny brought up a hand to palm over Hermione's breast, pressing in a way designed to show how soft and plump they were rather than cause maximum pleasure, but Hermione still gave a gasp, and he got it.

They were putting on a show, and Harry might have had front row seats, but there wasn't going to be much audience participation.

Those evil, wonderful girls.

With one sudden movement, Ginny shoved Hermione onto her back and crawled on top of her, turning the kiss into something frantic and passionate. The moans, previously show, switched to something more real, and Hermione shoved her hands up the back of Ginny's shirt at the same time the red head went for broke and shoved up her friend's skirt.

Pulling away, Ginny grabbed each of Hermione's thighs and shoved them apart, spreading her as far as she could go. Squirming up, the older girl went red and her mouth fell open in a moan that complimented the growing dampness of her panties. For a long moment, Ginny just watched, letting Harry get a good look. Then she pushed the material aside, letting it bunch up until it was out of her way, and shoved two fingers inside. From his vantage point, Harry could see how she was curling her fingers up to brush against Hermione's g-spot, fucking it mercilessly, as well as the way it forced out moisture, making it squirt and dribble onto the bed.

“What a lovely girl,” Ginny purred, before she bit down hard on Hermione's inner thigh. The brunette shrieked, nails scrambling against the sheets and leaving furrows through the wrinkles, but Ginny didn't let up at all until she was satisfied. When she pulled away, the mark was almost as bright a red as the lipstick mark surrounding it, and both Ginny and Harry shuddered at the mark. “Makes me want to fuck you.”

Gasping, Hermione opened her legs wider and nodded frantically, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. “Yes,” she managed, eyes bright with head and need. “Want it. Fuck me, please, I need to be fucked. Need you to fuck me.” Smirking her agreement, Ginny started to pull her fingers out, but Hermione shrieked and snapped her legs closed around the younger girl. “No, nono you can't leave, don't take them out. I can't stand it. Need something in me, keep me full, please!”

Responding to the pure need in her voice, Harry sat up as much as he could, straining against his cuffs, and licked his lips. “I can help.” Ginny shot him a bland look, and he shook his head. “Not like that. To help you fuck her. Without toys – just you.”

Slowly, comprehension dawned on their faces, and Hermione moaned again, bucking down on Ginny's fingers and panting out 'yes' like a mantra or a prayer. Every part of her was begging for a good fucking from a nice, big cock, especially if it was Ginny's. The red head froze, eyes narrowed in consideration. “You can cancel the spell?” She finally asked, wary but eager, and Harry nodded. “It's temporary. Not even an hour.”

Ginny stared at him for a long moment, before Hermione gave a particularly frustrated noise and ground down on her hand, managing to twist so that Ginny's thumb slipped over his clit. Then she screamed and arched up, putting her breasts on unintentional, glorious display. “Do it now, or I won't last.”

There was another second of hesitation, before Ginny nodded. “Your wand in your pocket?”

Shaking his head, Harry motioned for her to come closer. “Don't need it. Just come here.” In a testament to how horny they both were, neither girl questioned how he knew the spell or how he could do it wandlessly. Instead, Ginny scooted as close as she could without moving her hand, and Harry squirmed until their hips were touching. Then he concentrated.

For a long second, there was only the ambient sounds of the room and Hermione's constant low whimpers. Then Ginny gave a sudden gasp, startling in its volume, and Harry's eyes snapped open instinctively.

Where previously there had been nothing, Ginny now had a noticeable bulge in her shorts. Licking her lips, half in arousal and half in apprehension, she reached forward and undid the buttons, giving another gasp as her cock was freed from its confines (and the fact that she'd been walking around without panties all day did not go unnoticed).

The oddity of the situation – a thick, red cock sticking out from between smooth round thighs, and complemented by the curve of her spine and her breasts – made it all the more arousing, and Harry and Hermione both took in hungry gasps of breath, sounding not unlike hungry dogs scenting meat. Ginny perked up a bit at the attention as she inspected herself, and from the curve at the corner of her lips she wasn't displeased.

Slowly, shakily, Ginny wrapped a hand around her cock, giving it a slow pump. Then she moaned, eyes fluttering. “Yeah. That's... I like this spell. Good boy.” Harry preened just a bit, and Ginny favored him with a warm look before turning her attention to Hermione. “Are you ready?”

Staring up at Ginny with brown eyes wet from frustration, Hermione simply gave a whimper, spreading her legs impossibly wider and shoving her chest up again, this time certainly in presentation. “Please,” she managed, voice rough from her constant stream of throaty noises.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Ginny replied, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head in reward. They shared surprisingly soft smiles and another open-mouthed kiss before Ginny pulled her fingers out with a yank, making Hermione sob out, before replacing it with her cock in one sharp motion.

Moaning into each others mouths, the girls ground together, making their sweat-dark hair tangled together. Licking his lips, Harry gave a little buck of his hips in the search for pleasure, but was careful not to draw their attention. Truth be told, he'd almost rather stay like this. His cock might object, but there was really something simply better about how the lust was pouring off of them for him to enjoy.

And then Ginny began to pump, her hips moving in short, sharp little bursts that seemed almost hesitant. Considering she was used to strap-ons, which while no doubt security didn't have the same ease of use, that made sense. Hermione didn't seem to care at all, other than that Ginny had to shift up a little to get the right angle. She made a soft, hungry noise, and then matched the redhead's angle so she could attach her mouth to her nipple. Back arching, Ginny managed to slam home, surprised into losing her hesitation.

Soon the two fell into a rhythm, and one that was growing more and more frantic by the moment. At first, Harry assumed it was the natural progression, or perhaps simply getting more into the show. Then he realized that they still couldn't come. Not without permission.

Oh, boy.

As Harry started to think – no, they were too far away for him to stretch out and touch, and even then he might only be able to brush Ginny, dammit – the younger girl slammed Hermione down and pressed themselves together again. Her thrusting had stopped being sure and strong and hard, and instead came in short, sharp bursts, like an animal. Using the way she'd trapped Hermione between the bed and her torso, Ginny pressed down noticeably harder, trying to force the brunette to give her more pleasure, while her fingers raked bright red furrows down her shoulders and the sides of her breasts. For her part, Hermione seemed to have lost her mind, suckling and biting at the breast with what looked more like instinct than rational thought, while her hips never stopped moving, meeting each thrust and leaking in gushes. Below her, the sheets were so dark Harry was afraid he was going to have to replace the entire mattress instead of using a little cleaning spell.

If they didn't get release soon, Harry was starting to think they could lose their minds completely, and become animals who desired nothing but carnal release; becoming desperate for something, anything, now, always.

And he was really tempted to let it happen.

But that was a terrible idea, really, for a number of reasons. First of all, it would be unexplainable, and he'd be found out and who knows what the consequences would be. For another, he did love them, in a way he really suspected wasn't healthy or sane. Harry loved their spitfire, their wit, their adventurous spirits, and he would lose that if he let this happen.

Still, it might be something to keep in mind later.

Concentrating frantically, heart pounding, Harry concentrated on the charge he got from their arousal – one he'd always assumed was mental rather than physical, but he'd take what he could get – and honed his senses on them in a new way. He looked for his magic that was in them, making them into these improved versions of themselves. When he found it, Harry focused and twisted, almost, because it was still his magic and should be under his control. And for one, heart-stopping moment, he was sure that his gambit had failed, and that this was it.

Then they came.

Both of the girls screamed, Hermione's muffled by the soft flesh in her mouth, and there was a long minute of just mess as they went tense and limbs tangled and hair stuck to each other and both just leaked feminine arousal and semen respectively, and yes, Harry was almost certainly going to have to replace his mattress, or come up with some way of getting a deeper clean.

When it was over, both girls gave weak moans and weaker smiles, but so far as Harry could tell, were intact mentally.

Thank fuck. Or not, since it had gotten them in this mess.

It took a couple of minutes for them to collect themselves and detach from one another, stuck from various liquids gone tacky, and in that time Ginny's body returned to it's normal form. She eyed her returned pussy with an odd mixture of relief and disappointment until Harry pointed out that he could always do it again.

That returned their attention to him, and Ginny tilted her head as she helped Hermione sit up. “I'll keep that in mind. Now, what to do with you?” Harry perked up hopefully, because now that the show was over he remembered how much his cock ached with need, and he'd really appreciate it if something could be done about it, preferably now. Smirking, she turned to Hermione as the older girl leaned against her side, watching curiously. “What do you think, Hermione?”

Humming in thought, the brunette gave her chin a little tap. “Well, he hasn't whined or complained at all the whole time. But I'm not sure that makes up for playing with us like that.”

Sensing his opportunity to speak, Harry ducked his head a little, eyeing them through his lashes. “I never meant to hurt you,” he insisted, voice honest because, well, he was being honest. “I just... I loved all of you, so I wanted it to be something we could all share and have, instead of... I don't know, pairing off and being limited to certain people. And I should have said, but I didn't want you to hurt me.” Really, it was so much easier to manipulate people when using the truth.

Harry could physically see them melt, eyes going warm, but was wise enough to not assume that he'd successfully unlocked the key to dealing with women. It worked on them because Ginny and Hermione were both good with the emotions of themselves and others, and thus tended toward empathy (although Ginny used that skill in an interesting way). It wouldn't have worked on Ron, but that was because Ron tended to clam up at the first sight of emotions. Once upon a time, Harry would have been that way, but he'd learned.

Finally, Ginny gave a sharp nod, looking like it was almost despite herself. Clearly she'd meant to keep this up for longer. Harry did not regret pushing that. “Well, no harm done, I suppose,” she drawled. “In which case, I think you've suffered enough. Would you like a hand, dear boy?” Nodding sharply, Harry pleaded at her with his eyes, and her smirk became slightly wider, apparently feeling better from his submissive attitude. “Then I think we can help you with that.”

Before Harry could do more than perk up in interest at what she had in mind, Ginny pulled down on Hermione's shoulders until they were both covering over Harry. One sharp pull finally freed his poor cock, and as he gasped suddenly there was a tongue against the tip, and then another at the base.

Oh. Oh. Harry liked this plan.

Hermione swirled her tongue along the head as Ginny's lips darted down to mouth over his balls, and Harry's toes clenched into the sheets. After so long of build-up without release, it was too much far too fast, and he yanked against the handcuffs in an instinctive need to touch and feel and ground himself. Ginny nipped at the base in warning, eyes rising to stare up at him with amusement. He gasped back, but made his arms still, and she rewarded him with a long, wet suck to his balls. At the same time, Hermione dug her tongue into the slit and moaned at the taste of his pre-come, and that was that.

With one last faint groan, Harry unloaded into Hermione's mouth. Startled by the sudden release, she gasped and pulled away, sending semen dripping down his cock and spurting over her face. A chuckle from Ginny against his shaft made Harry gasp and give one final dribble, and she gave a pleased smile before starting to lap him clean. Oversensitive from his orgasm and from how long it had taken, he couldn't help but squirm and hitch his breath, which just made her smile wider.

Once he was clean and limp, Ginny pulled herself up and cupped her hands on either side of Hermione's face. Using far gently licks, she cleaned off her face, eyes going warm at the way the older girl closed her eyes trustingly and gave herself up. When she was finished, Ginny pressed a quick peck to her lips before finally retrieving the key and unlocking the cuffs.

Harry let out a hiss of breath and rubbed his shoulders and arms, since they'd gone sore from being held in such an awkward position. But he didn't mind too much, especially when Hermione pecked an almost shy kiss on his cheek and settled against his one side, while Ginny flopped confidently against the other.

Licking her lips, the red head eyed the other two, the beginnings of a grin playing at her lips. “What do you say to getting some snacks before starting round two?” Hermione gave a little hitching gasp and moaned, sounding slightly reluctant, and Harry reached around to rub over her thighs until the sounds eased into pleasure instead. With a touch of magic, it didn't take long at all, and if the room hadn't already smelled overwhelmingly of sweat and sex, he was sure he could have spelled her renewed arousal.

“Sounds like a plan.” He answered easily, reaching over Ginny to grab his discarded pants and pull them on. “Maybe we should grab Ron as well? I'd prefer to talk to him before he gets ideas in his head.”

That earned a fond eye roll and nod from Ginny and a loyal huff from Hermione. Taking both as agreement, Harry popped out of the bed and planted a smacking kiss on each of their foreheads before going to pull out some real clothes. He didn't want to think about Mrs. Weasley's expression if he came down with her daughter and her friend in just his briefs. At least, her shocked reaction would only be funny for a moment or two before everything crashed around him.

Listening to the girls prepare themselves, interspersed with quiet giggling and the faint sounds of casual touching and kissing, Harry smiled. It was all worth it, for the benefits they all got from it. And he couldn't wait to share it with more people.

*****

Okay, so I messed up last time. Next chapter is the special guest. Apparently I should read my schedule before I type these notes, huh? But you got some F/F (mostly) anyway, so I hope that makes up for it. Next time, the full moon. So, yeah, next chapter might not be for everyone, I'll go ahead and say that now. Or, at least part of it, since it won't all be that one scene.

Also, do remember that this is a sixth year story! This is the last time I'm going to repeat this, guys: Only characters available in Harry's sixth year can be possible partners. That means no Oliver, no Sirius – Fleur is already difficult enough, thanks.

Hogwarts should be coming in just two chapters! And I've only minimally planned for that, so now is the time to throw out suggestions. I mostly know what I'm doing for Neville, Draco and Snape (for the most part, though I'm willing to consider others), but everyone else is up in the air. The idea of a mindless cumslut got mentioned here, and if you have a preference for who that should be, speak now.

Speaking of things that got mentioned, there were some hints as to the what's happening with Harry here. Here's hoping I was as subtle as I was hoping I was, but in hindsight probably not. Ah, well, c'est la vie.

Anyway, have fun, everyone. Here's hoping I hear from you all.
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