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Sexual Tension at Grimmauld Place	By : salton Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 217864 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter 8 – Good Day Sunshine

Yeah, fine, it's been like 2 years or something like that. Errrr Sorry. There is another chapter almost written if it help you all forgive me...

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Ginny was the first to awake, rubbing her eyes against the bright sunlight spilling in the window. Looking over to the other bed she saw Hermione and Ron remained sound asleep, with the usual guttural snores emanating from Ron’s throat.

Had last night been a dream she started wondering to herself? No, she assured herself, looking around at the mess inside the tent, at least the drinking had certainly not been a dream. Looking back at Harry brought back further vivid memories. The four of them had been out of control she remembered, feeling a bit sore between her legs. How was the fact that she had actually had sex with Harry in the same room as her brother going change things?

As she started to consider what this might mean as soon as Ron woke, she rubbed her eyes against a spike of pain. "Uggg," she mumbled to herself, "How can I concentrate on anything with this raging headache?"

Quietly extracting herself from the tangle of Harry’s arms, she Ginny placed one unsteady foot after the other to the floor. After a few seconds to steady her balance, she made her way to the bathroom to freshen up a bit; a splash of water on her face and a gargle of mouthwash was the bare minimum before continuing. Stumbling forward and steadying her balance, she glanced quickly around the room to see if her clumsy footfalls had disturbed anyone. Thankfully the magic tent also had magically hot water, at the perfect temperature as soon as she flipped the tap.

After a quick sit on the toilet and a disappointing search for aspirin in the cupboards, Ginny poked her head back into the main living room. Then, bathrobe loosely tied in place around her hips, she moved discreetly to the door leading outside the tent.

The day was warm on her face as she gently settled the door and latch back into place. It was sunny and warm as if the last evening’s weather had been some freak event. The sun shone down thought breaks in the leaves above, and only small patches of snow, blown into heaps against the trunk of some larger trees were left to testify to the bitter cold of the night. Winter to Summer in 12 hours?? 'NO THINKING' she chided herself, rubbing her temples, and lowering her eyes from the bright morning sun. First things first...

Reaching into her pocket Ginny gave a quick look at the entrance of the tent then quickly extracted a pack of cigarettes. Gently picking one out and placing it between her lips, she grabbed her wand. Bringing the tip of her wand to the tip of the dangling cigarette she silently thought ‘Incendio.’ Deeply inhaling the first drag, she looked across the forest floor and their camp. "Well, this is certainly different than the usual family camping trip...," she commented the sky above.

Not really inclined to be a heavy smoker herself, Ginny nonetheless had developed the habit during late-night study sessions in the tunnel underneath the great campus oak tree. She had been proud that among her group of friends she had been the first to solve the problem of casting the fire spell with a cigarette in her mouth. It was due to the constant practice necessary, more than anything else, which got her hooked. As she exhaled, she suddenly felt light-headed from not having had breakfast yet and moved to sit down upon a nearby rock.

Looking out into the forest as a light breezed filtered through the trees, she replayed the events of last night, taking another drag. Harry had been completely smashed after dinner and the extra gulps of whisky, and she hadn't been far behind. To tell the truth, the four of them, her brother included, had been so out of control, their nocturnal sex crazed night was hardly a surprise. Although the alcohol made her memory a bit hazy on all the details, there is no doubt that she was turned on just thinking about it.

There was of course the other side of the argument to be considered, the side that was contributing mightily to her headache. What was her brother going to say about it when he woke up with a sober mind? That point of concern had her lips wrapped back around her cigarette as she inhaled deeply.

He couldn't really complain, Ginny reasoned. It wasn't like he wasn't fucking Hermione for all he was worth at the same time now, was it? He’d probably find some way to bring his overprotectiveness into it again, she grumbled. Although, she mussed as a smile appeared on her lip as she exhaled a trail of white smoke into the bright sunshine, Ron had been much more bearable since he was finally getting some action.

And then there's the situation we're all in together, aside from the sex, she remembered, as if from a bad dream. They were still running from Voldemort and the Death-Eaters. What the hell were they going to do about that?! She certainly didn't feel like running for the rest of her life; no that was certainly not an option! Something would have to be done. Plans had to be made. But where to start, she had no idea. The exhaled smoke held her attention as it drifted away, but offered no answers.

“Miss Weasly should not be smoking, it is very bad for her health,” a small and cracked voice pierced the rustling of the leaves in the trees and startled the redhead.

Whirling around and grabbing her wand Ginny barely stopped herself from cursing the small elf, “Ahhh…,” she controlled her scream as red sparks issued from her wand. "Kreacher!" she mastered herself, slowing her breathing and trying to put her heart firmly back in her chest. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

Seeming unperturbed that he had almost been blasted by Ginny's spell, Kreacher walked forward, bending low with tears in his eyes. “Gone…all gone…my mistress’s family home for centuries, burned gone,” he began to sob.....

(Back in the Tent)

Back in the tent Hermione woke soon after Ginny. Having Ron snoring in her ear was more effective than any alarm clock, magical or otherwise she decided with a stretch and a groan. Leaving his dead mass to continue his slumber-of-the-dead, Hermione flung Ron's arm away, climbing over his half-covered body and out of bead. Looking back at his uncovered torso, she had to nod to herself appreciatively: he might be dead to the world now but last night that hot body was something else!

Quickly grabbing a glass of OJ to rinse the morning cotton from her mouth, Hermione brushed her mangled hair from her face as much as was possible without a shower and gazed around at the mess from last night. Dessert plates remained on the table, along with a dozen or so empty beer bottles. How much beer had those boys packed?!

Turning her attention to Harry, his feet sticking out from under the covers, but his head mostly shielded from the morning light, Hermione felt a twang of pity and replaced her wand without casting her cleaning spell, which would certainly have woken him. Content with her good deed, or non-deed, for the day she became concerned when she did not see the younger teen in bed next to Harry. Suppressing the urge to watch Harry as he slept, Hermione made a quick search of the tent then deduced that Ginny was nowhere to be found inside.

Too worried at the moment to think of putting on more than her short nightshirt, Hermione made her way to the door. Indeed the locking charm had been disengaged, but from the inside she remarked. Looking back at the sleeping boys, she decided to at least have a look by herself and quietly stepped outside. Turning in the direction of a muffled sound, she drew her wand to the ready.

Ginny hadn't in fact ventured far and was only partially hidden by some bushes a few meters away. Hermione quickly found her as she started to move towards the sound of voices. “Ginny, there you are. I was worried when I didn’t see you.” At the moment she spoke these words Hermione also became aware of the house elf still sobbing on the ground, and recognized the source of the muffled crying. “What’s Kreacher doing here? How did he find us?” she asked, suddenly worried about who else could have followed them, aiming her wand at a suspicious-looking bush over Ginny’s shoulder.

“I don’t know,” said Ginny, holding the cigarette as her side, while shying away from the line of potential fire. Hermione didn't know that she smoked, and she was somewhat embarrassed about her finding out.

“Maybe it was Harry,” Hermione offered after a few seconds of reasoning, finally lowering her wand.

“How could that be, Harry’s still sleeping.” Ginny blushed even more and had a difficult time looking Hermione in the eyes as she remembered the wild evening they all shared in the dark. Thinking of Harry at that moment was not going to help her clear her head.

Hermione took note of the burning cigarette in Ginny hand, but put it out of her mind for the moment.“Kreacher. How did you get here?” Hermione asked the sulking elf. Sometime the direct approach was the best.

Kreacher’s eyes seemed to droop lower even as he raised his head to look at Hermione and answer her question. “Master Harry told me to come to see him when I had news.”

“Yes, but how did you know we were here?” question Ginny, picking up the line of reasoning.

The ancient elf regarded the redhead, blinking rapidly, not knowing what else to say finally repeating him, “Master Harry told me to come back when I had news.”

Ginny, wearing almost the same expression as the elf, “but I don’t see how, with all the protective spells and the….”

“I think I get it,” cut in Hermione. “It must have been elf magic.” Turning to Kreacher, “that was it wasn’t it. Harry told you to come back and so you had to come back, right?”

“Yes, Miss Hermione understands,” Kreacher answered bowing low. “I must obey the command of my master.”

"This is interesting," Hermione's eyes widened and she bite her lower lip in thought. "Kreacher, tell me........"

(Back to the tent)

At the same time Hermione continued her questioning of the elf and delved into the intricacies of elf magic, Harry slid gingerly out of bed.

The sound of the tent door closing behind Hermione had him dreaming about Death-Eaters breaking in. It was a nightmare from which he awoke quickly. Despite the urgent signals from his bladder, Harry was near panic after his nightmare at not seeing Ginny in bed. Looking across at the other bed, Hermione's absence was also troubling.

"Shit," he whispered to himself as he realized he was standing naked in the middle of the room, quickly grabbing his bathrobe and wand. He remembered the sound of the closing door and hurried to search outside.

Outside, Hermione was just about to ask the small elf to clarify a finer point of how strength is judged among elfs when she was interrupted.

“Kreacher!” a surprised voice came from near the door of the tent. “What are you doing here?” Harry asked, rubbing his eyes and letting his head roll to one side, which seemed to lessen somewhat the pounding headache he was suffering. "Ginny, Hermione, what are you doing out..ooowww….," Harry asked as the sound of his own voice echoed loudly around his skull.

“Harry, you’re up!” Ginny said in a happy voice, which she quickly lowered to a whisper as she saw him wince in pain. “I thought you were still sleeping.” Ginny took note that Harry must have just woken up as he was wearing only a bathrobe and had bare feet on the damp ground. This was not to mention his hair was in an unspeakable mess.

“Yeah, I’m up,” Harry said in a low and rough voice. “I felt you weren’t in bed and I was worried where you might be. Thanks for the heads up before sneaking out,” Harry nodded at the cigarette.

Ginny acknowledged the gentle chiding from Harry. "Well, at least my brother is still able to sleep," Ginny lightly mocked, recovering herself, then turning to the other girl. "Anyway, it would be nice if he didn't find out about the cigarettes, okay 'Mione?"

Hermione glanced again at the burning white stick in the redhead's hand. What business of her’s was it to tell Ron that her sister was sneaking a smoke every now and then. She looked away from Harry and Kreacher long enough to signal her accord to Ginny, "I see no need to tell Ron."

“Master Harry,” Kreacher bowing again, this time so low the others wondered if he would be able to straighten himself up again without falling on his large sagging nose. Maybe it sagged because he had fallen on it, he wondered before being summoned back to reality…“I have done like master asked, and returned with news.”

“News! It seems you’re just in time... “ Hermione perked up.

“Not so loud…., Harry whispered.

“Right,” she continued, mocking the same whisper Harry had just used. “It seems you’re just in time, as Kreacher has returned with some news.

“I see that,” Harry deadpanned, throwing a warning glance at Hermione. Why wasn't she as hung-over as he was? Damn that girl sometimes.... At least Ginny appeared to be feeling the effects. “So what is the news, Kreacher?” Harry asked with caution.

Kreacher painfully looked up at Harry, then again down at the ground and at his own filthy feet. Sniffing and holing back tears he reached into his pocket, withdrawing a shiny golden object. “My master’s house is gone! Burned to the ground by the magic of the Dark Lord….sniff. This is all that survived.”

The trio leaned in as the dirty elf opened his grimy hand to reveal, glowing brightly on his palm, a small golden locket. As it reflected back the sun from above it appeared unsullied by Kreacher’s hand or the time it had spent in his pocket.

“You found the locket in the wall!” cried Hermione, hardly believing her eyes and ignoring Harry moaning as the diminutive elf held out the glimmering golden object. The locket seemed to glow even more radiant in Kreacher’s gray and knotted hand as Hermione recognized it for one of the Horcruxes they had been searching for.

“Burned, gone,” he started wailing again at the mention of the former house, “no walls, no house, just a burned pile of…sniffff,” Kreacher dolefully continued mumbling, trying to convince the others that the old Black residence had been a thing of beauty and majesty.

Harry gave Hermione I look, trying to will her to avoid further mentioning the demise of Number 12, so as the keep the wailing of the elf to a minimum. “Listen Kreacher,” Harry started, not quite knowing what to say to the ancient elf who had unknowingly greatly advanced their quest of finding the Horcruxes. “I guess…..well maybe you need some time, right?”

The elf’s eyes betrayed only grief as he barely raised his head to listen to his master. Sniff…sniff.

“Maybe he wants to go visit his family,” suggested Ginny.

“Kreacher has no family,” the elf sobbed, “and now Kreacher has no home! And no portraits of the generations of Blacks to keep him company.”

“Not that they even lowered themselves to talk to an elf anyway….” Mumbled Ginny under her breath.

Harry shot her a look, to which she responded with a shrug of her shoulders, mouthing ‘it’s true.’ Nonetheless she did feel bad as the elf’s heaving sobs continued.

Harry turned his attention back to the elf, as Ginny retreated to sit down on a nearby rock, “listen, Kreacher, I ummm, feel your pain about Number 12 and the Blacks,” Harry choked on the words, but succeed in getting the elf's attention as he had stopped sobbing for the moment.

He continued, “and I now that this is, errrr, difficult for you and for….well for all of us (mostly difficult because of this grinding headache, Harry silently thought). I want you to go and do what you want to…ahhh….”

“Honor?” suggested Hermione, happily surprised with the empathy Harry was showing the elf.

“Right….to um honor the Blacks in your own way.” Harry finished.

Kreacher’s eyes filled anew with tears as he ran forward and grabbed Harry legs with all four of his limbs, his grip being shockingly strong. “Such a kind and understanding master! Kreacher will honor the Blacks. Kreacher with use all his elf magic to show the world the greatness of the Blacks and there hier, Mr. Harry Potter.”

Harry was not sure if this had been such a great idea, but as least it seemed he might be getting rid of the elf for a time.

Hermione also seemed a bit worried at what the elf might do if set off by himself, "maybe he should come back and report in from time to time," she lightly suggested, remembering to keep her voice low.

"Errrr, right, Kreacher....just come back to me in 7 days so we can check in,” Harry finished. Kreacher had been, after all, a servant of the Blacks, some more notorious than famous, for so long he wondered what he might do to honor them.

Before he could be bothered any more about the small elf, Kreacher disappeared with a ‘pop.’ “Off to grieve in his own way, I suppose, “Summarized a smiling Hermione.

Harry seemed relaxed, and his hangover receded somewhat as the disappearance of the elf. As he gazed at the locket in his hand, and how it glimmered in the sunshine, he looked up into the trees to see a cloudless day. The fact that he was now outside with nothing more than a bathrobe on, and was still warm struck him. “Wow, it’s actually kind of a nice day.”

“I thought the cold was unnatural,” responded Hermione agreeing that she had noticed the bizarre chill of the previous day and night, “I’d imagine here were probably dementors all over the valley last night.”

The fact that Hermione was standing in front of him in only a nightshirt also struck him. "Indeed," Harry mumbled to himself, still gazing about at the trees, and then nearly tripping as his head began to spin anew.

Ginny laughed as she slipped another cigarette from her pack, lighting it in a fluid motion as she placed it in her month and leaned back on the rock. “A fine morning’s work! I can’t believe we really found the locket,” she observed lazily, “just like that,” she finished, offering Harry a drag.

“And all because Voldemort himself decided to burn down Grimuld place,” added Hermione watching Harry and Ginny pass the cigarette between them, now intrigued that Harry smoked as well. Or was it just because of Ginny or because he was so hung-over?

“And I was saying just the other day that if it was up to me I would have burned the place to the ground. For once it seems all that dark magic was put to good use,” Harry commented.

Ginny gave him a small smile, “that is unless you count breaking up all the fun we were having at the time.”

Hermione caught Ginny’s glance, also reminded of the fact that she had been sitting on Harry’s face watching him drive his stiff prick into Ginny's juicy cunt when Voldemort had decided to show up. A flush of red swept her face as she savored the memory, then attempted to push in to the back of her mind.

She watched as Ginny relaxed, taking a deep draw and blowing smoke in her direction, the white cloud illuminated by the radiant sunshine. Ginny was certainly tranquil this morning, she noted, also subconsciously remarking how other girl's legs were slightly parted as she lounged back. A shock registered when she realized that the redhead was not wearing anything under her bathrobe. Of course neither was she, it dawned on her.

Clearing her head of those thoughts was difficult but she nonetheless continued after a pause. “Unfortunately, we still haven’t found any way to destroy the Horcruxes,” Hermione quickly looked over to Harry as she also guiltily remembered the tryst in the library. Stay focused Granger…

Harry vividly remembered the library and nighttime threesome as well, and all of a sudden felt a mix of feelings below his waistline. Deciding it was not the best idea to start along that path with Ron likely to wake up any minute, Harry instead gave thought to his distended bladder. “Merlin, I have to piss,” he announced.

Harry looked down at Ginny, handing her the locket on the thin golden chain. As her hand closed around the small object, a rush of energy seemed to flow over her like a cool electric breeze riding before a storm. It was certainly better than any buzz she was getting off her cigarette and offered the rest up to Harry in exchange. “I’m sure we’ll come up with something.”

“Ummm..” Harry had intended to free his hands, but took the lit cigarette from Ginny and took a deep inhale, before turning to walk into the trees.

“Uh, Harry…” Hermione started, before being cut off by Ginny’s voice.

“You and the pissing!” exclaimed Ginny, now palming the locket, and calling Harry back. “Last night when everyone was ‘sleeping,’ and now,” she laughed as she made fun of him, letting her legs drift a bit further apart. “Can’t you keep it to yourself?” she boldly joked.

Harry blew the smoke out of his lungs, knowing she was right but not quite knowing what to do next. All he had wanted to do was find the girls, relieve himself, and start working off his hangover with some breakfast and a few more hours of sleep. He tried explaining with drowsy eyes, "I'd like to, you know, but well, I didn't see you in the tent, and errr then Kreacher, and now, well, nature calls...." he trailed off in his babbling.

The other girls watched him intently. Hermione for one was wondering if Harry wasn't still drunk. “I’ll show you where,” offered Hermione, wanting to make sure he didn't wander off and trip any traps that she had set, some very close to the tent itself. Of course before the words had left her lips she realized what she had said and how it would be interpreted.

“I’m sure you will,” chimed in Ginny, as if on cue, with a big grin on her face. She started sitting up and letting her robe fall a bit more to the side.

Hermione flushed again. Why was she always on the defensive when it came to Harry and Ginny? “I only meant that Harry should be sure not to stray outside of the wards or into any traps,” she explained and covered.

“That's all I meant as well,” Ginny retorted, holding the locket tightly in her hand, “and probably a good idea at that. That boy still reeks of beer and whisky."

“Hmm, right,” mumbled Harry. Beer and whisky indeed! Why didn't she add smoke as well to the list? As he contemplated expressing his complaints, his head thumped its disapproval at his rising temper.

Alright, he told himself, go easy, breakfast is a few minutes away, "I guess it's true that my head really doesn't feel up to sensing wards this morning...." he agreed obsequiously.

"That was wonderful, the way you did that, Harry," Hermione gushed, happy to change the subject. "Where did you learn how to do that? It has never been in any of our classes, and I've only seen passing references to the skill in the library....Do you think you can teach us what you did?"

"Er...." Harry said, crossing his legs and tripping forward at the question, "I don't really know, and I really need to...."

"Oh, right I'm sorry," Hermione pardoned herself. "I think over there by that yellow-green shrub, should be okay. At least there is nothing lethal in that direction, but watch your footing and the low branches to the left...."

“On the left?” Harry asked confused, “but you’re pointing right…”

“Right, that’s what I meant anyway,” she corrected offhandedly. “But careful on the left too, those vines are enchanted….nasty stuff there.”

Squinting, Harry turn back once more, “The woody vine, or the leafy? Hermione, are you doing this on purpose?” he finished in a pleading voice.

“On the other hand,” Ginny interrupted, as it was clear Hermione's direction giving was worsening Harry headache, “If you want to be really safe, why don’t you just whip it out here, Harry?”

It was at this moment Harry eyed Ginny for her last remark that he too noticed his girlfriend’s lack of clothing underneath her robe. Dithering between her eyes and her legs, his heart was pounding, again sending pulses of pain through his head. "That is an idea," he replied dubiously, looking over to the tent. "Good or bad though I am not really able to judge right now...."

“Like Hermione said, it could be dangerous out there,” Ginny giggled, fingering the locket and generally ignoring Harry’s lewd glances. "Low branches, creeping vines, wards, dementors....."

"Actually, I'm sure the dementors have probably moved on," corrected Hermione, but was quickly silenced by a glare from Ginny before she could continue.

Though his clouded mind, Harry had the distinct impression he was being taken advantage of. Of course he was slowing becoming lucid enough to also know that was not necessarily a bad thing.

"But, Ron...." Harry whispered, shifting his eyes again back to the tent.

"....is sleeping like a baby,” Ginny finished his sentence. "And besides Hermione's already seen us fucking and had her own legs clamped down on your head. This is just a piss in the woods with your friends here to make sure dick isn't burned off by Death-Eaters." she blurted, not knowing when she had begun to become aroused. "That would really be a shame, wouldn't it 'Mione?"

Hermione had her mouth open, starting at Ginny, trying to digest the words that had come out of her mouth. Where had all of this come from? Sure, there had been the time in Grimmauld Place, and then last night, but now the three were merely trying to shake off the overindulgences of the night before.

All that being said, she was not going to complain or contradict Ginny's suggestion that Harry take his penis out here in front of her. In its own vulgar way, it was actually quite logical. Finishing her thought, she turned to Harry to find him staring back at her. “Well, Ron IS a rather sound sleeper, and it would be a shame, as you said Ginny, if anything untoward were to happen to ummm….” Hermione trailed off.

Harry added his surprised stares to the triangle of passing glances, as a heavy silence settled on their small patch of woods. Harry again realized that he really did have piss urgently, and it looked like the girls were not going to help matters by turning around. The thought of his pecker finding one of Hermione's hexes that were protecting the campsite seemed as good a reason as any to expose himself again to the two girls.

With no other choice and another brief look between Ginny legs he decided, what the hell. Nevertheless, he did take a few steps away from the girls before fumbling with the cord on his bathrobe, placing the cigarette in his mouth to free his hand. "Shit," he mumbled as the smoke wafted into his already bloodshot eyes.

“Let me hold it.” Hermione offered innocently, quickly moving to where Harry stood illuminated by the morning sun though the forest.

"Hold it?!" Harry blurted in surprise....then realizing her suggestion related to the cigarette, "Oh, right here you go, Hermione. Finish it off if you want." Harry passed the half-smoked cigarette over to Hermione for safe keeping, finally freeing his two hands.

Hermione gingerly took the butt from Harry, adjusting the grip in her hand like she had seen Ginny, and staring at the small trail of smoke rising into the leaves above.

“Go ahead and take a drag, Mione,” Harry offered. “You deserve it…”

"Something to keep your month occupied while the boys are out of action, I say," Ginny quipped.

Hermione gingerly took the cigarette in her hand, turning to Ginny, finally giving words to her thoughts. "Ginny Weasly, don't you have a particularly dirty mind this morning." Harry quickly undid the knot and, turning slightly to the side, allowed it to hang open.

“Shit, I don’t know what it is, but you're right, Hermione,” she smiled despite herself. I do feel somewhat frisky this morning,” admitted Ginny, still holding the golden locket in one hand. Full of energy, she got up and walked over to join Harry and Hermione.

Hermione watched as Harry opened his bathrobe taking a deep inhale like she had watched Ginny and Harry do. A pro at stifling her gag reflex, she as did an admirable job of not coughing, instead holding the smoke in her lungs and letting the initial sensation pass.

“Wow, Hermione, are you sure you don’t smoke?” ribbed Ginny.

As the wave of nicotine rushed to Hermione’s head she exhaled, “truly, no. But it is quite an interesting sensation.” She studiously remarked, looking at the burning white stick in her hand, and quickly taking another pull while turning her attention to Harry’s crotch. What a way to start the day!

Harry, distracted by Hermione and the cigarette in her hand, found himself turned on watching her inhale and exhale. What doesn’t turn me on? he wondered silently to himself. Finally, nature could wait no longer and he let go of his muscles and proceeded to release a stream of piss in front of the girls.

“I don’t know why that’s so hot, but it just is,” admitted Ginny, watching Harry relieve himself, as Harry in turn watched Hermione puff again in the cigarette.

“I agree,” said Hermione and Harry in unison, as they turn the look at each other....Harry turning red as Hermione smiled and blew smoke in his direction. “More than you could image,” Hermione finished and offered the cigarette back to the redhead.

"There might be hope for you after all this morning, Harry," Ginny smiled. "It seems having two girls watching you take a piss in the woods while enjoying a relaxing smoke is to your liking," she nodded to Harry's penis which had started to show signs of life, causing the stream of piss to slacken somewhat.

Harry stammered, "It's just that..., oh well I guess there are worse things to wake up to...." he relented.

Can I hold it while he's peeing, Ginny?” Hermione suddenly asked, motioning to Harry’s dick and reaching forward.

“I don’t suppose you mean the cigarette this time, huh? How did I know you were going to ask that,” Ginny responded smiling widely. “Sure wrap your hand around his dirty hose.”

Harry now looked between the girls in amazement. “Shouldn’t it be me giving the permission here,” he complained, giving another quick check of the tent. Hermione was already reaching out with her hand.

“No,” the girls responded with one voice.

“Fine,” resigned Harry brushing an errant patch of hair away from his eyes. He adjusted his glasses and watched as his mostly-flaccid member continued to spew forth the night’s worth of processed alcohol.

“Cool,” Hermione said simply as she grasped the increasing familiar pole. Although mostly limp, her firm contact had an instant effect and she immediately fell in love with the feeling of Harry’s member firming and growing in her hand.

“Oh shit,” mumbled Harry under his breath, feeling the firmness of Hermione’s grasp and the look of arousal in her eyes.

Delighting in her new toy and getting more and more turned on by the second, Hermione suddenly directed the arching stream in Ginny’s direction, catching her leg and making her squeal.

“Hey!” she said now reaching for Harry’s dick as well, and redirecting the dwindling stream back in Hermione’s direction causing her to yelp and hop out of the way.

“Oh this is much better,” Harry half moaned in pleasure and half laughed at the situation. "You know I just came out here to check on you girls...."

"And now you know that we're fine," Ginny happily replied. “And we’re sure happy to see that you’re fine as well…”

"Right," Harry shrugged his shoulders, happy to be on his way back to the tent, and honestly happy the girls were safe. Despite the pleasant sensation of the girls’ hands on his dick, the warning from his head gave him second thought about going any farther. Besides, Ron could wake up at any second, although he did consider that unlikely....

Hermione watched closely as the last of the stream tricked to nothing, "Wow, I think guys are all stomachs and bladders."

"With a convenient handle," Ginny added with a smirk and a small tug, a small tug that was complemented by Hermione’s corresponding pull.

As Harry finished and moved to back away, he quickly recognized that neither Hermione nor Ginny had released their hold. Looking down he watched in rising excitement as the two lithe hands languidly caressed each other while moving up and down his shaft. “Ginny? Hermione? Ummm.”

"You know, watching Harry piss was fun, but I bet there are other things we can do with this nice piece of meat," Ginny commented, giving Harry's member a firmer shake.

Hermione took the cigarette back from Ginny and taking a deep drag, holding the smoke in her lungs for the maximum effect. "I think that your hangover is starting to feel better, Harry," Hermione smiled, feeling the shaft continuing to firm in her hand. She took special interest in how the head swelled as she gently rand her finger around the rim of sensitive glands.

Despite his raging headache, which was somewhat lessened, Harry was now almost fully erect in the girls' soft sensual hands. "Well, I suppose you have found a pretty good cure," Harry responded back with a wicked smile of his own.

"Sure," agreed Ginny, playing with Harry's heavy ball-sac, and running her nails lightly over the hair in her favorite spot between his nut sac and asshole. "A little fresh air, a smoke, a good piss, and a couple of girls to jack you off....that's always been a family remedy."

Harry snorted at the joke, "I suppose if it is a 'family' remedy, then I should try to fully appreciate the fresh air and any other attention," his continued, letting his bathrobe fall from his shoulders to the ground.

"That's probably a good idea," agreed Hermione, now concentrating on Harry's hard shaft and how good it felt to have her fingers wrapped around its girth. She had no idea what had gotten into Ginny this morning, but now that she was turned on as well and with a stiff cock in her hand, it really didn't matter.

Ginny lustily watched Hermione’s hand work on Harry’s shaft, now rock-hard and angled upward as she concentrated on delighting his dangling sack. “You know ‘Mione, we can’t just leave his cock sticking out like that.

Hermione watched Harry’s muscled body trust gently forward at the hips as if to emphasize the Ginny’s point.

Why don’t you suck him off, Mione,” Ginny finally said, feeling totally aroused at having brazenly offer her boyfriend’s cock to the other girl.

Hermione had a fleeting thought for Ron at the opportunity to place Harry’s cock in her mouth yet again. Instead she sucked down the rest of her cigarette, "That's a nice offer, Ginny. I suppose in the interest of truly testing this hangover remedy of yours, I’m ready to do what needs to be done...."

“That the ol’ team spirt,” Ginny cheered, raking her nails slowly one more along Harry’s sac.

"Shall I suck your cock now, Harry," she asked it a sexy whisper.

"Oh,” Harry said, feigning surprise. He watched has as Ginny bent lower presumably to get a better view, in turn giving him excellent opportunity to stare down her shirt. "Do I have a choice in the matter now?"

Hermione reached out with her second hand to firmly grab his dick and angle it towards her mouth, "No actually, you don't," she said as she quickly licked the underside of his prick before plunging the head into her mouth.

“Ohhhh,” Harry just stood and watched and Hermione squatted down further to improve her angle, causing half of her butt to peek out from under her short nightshirt. His eyes followed Ginny as she wasted no time in noticing as well and running her hand over Hermione’s ass, squeezing the firm globes as if to encourage her to take in all into her mouth.

"Mmmm,” Hermione mumbled in surprise as she engulfed Harry’s pole. “Ginny you ARE crazy this morning!" feeling the younger teen’s bold touch as she worked her way over underneath each of her firm globes with each massage. Even the other night, and their threesome with Harry, there had been little contact between the two girls, and now Ginny had her hand firmly on her ass!

"Well, I know how much Harry likes watching you take his dick it your mouth, Hermione," Ginny stated. "I have to admit it's pretty fucking hot the way you shove it down your throat," she commented, slowly letting her hand drift underneath to Hermione’s thigh.

"Well, it is a beautiful cock," Hermione admitted with a lustful gleam in her eye, before turning her attention to Harry's stick which was rapidly pulsing with his heartbeat. Maybe Ginny didn’t even appreciate what she was doing. Actually, examining the situation closely, Hermione realized that while they had not caressed or kissed, she had nonetheless shared Harry’s dick with Ginny’s juices, and Ginny had kissed Harry after he had his head buried in her cunt… So if Ginny was going to get a little bolder with her hand, why not just enjoy it?

"Oooofuuu," Harry moaned as he locked eyes with Hermione eyes at the moment she extended her tongue and engulfed the tip of his meat in her mouth again with renewed vigor. As she pulled back he watched her cheeks become concave as she maintained an amazing suction on his pole.

Ginny, bent down as well to attain the perfect level at which to watch closely as Hermione's puckered lips sealed tightly around her boyfriend's fat dick, and signaled her approval, “You got him so fucking hard, ‘Mione.” She watched how Hermione’s eyes looked up at Harry, and following Harry’s gaze realized that he was entranced at watching her rub Hermione’s backside.

Ginny also pondered how she and Hermione had not really touched sexually the other night, wondering when she had put her hand on Hermione’s ass. Of course there had been little modesty when they had taken turns sucking Harry’s dick. And certainly after last night’s antics there was little reason to hide her desires. The way she was feeling this morning, she certainly felt comfortable rubbing Hermione’s firm ass. "Oh, that's it Harry, feed your big cock to her." she said excitedly, figuring that if Hermione didn’t complain it was good fun for everyone. It was certainly having an effect on Harry!

Harry eagerly complied, with Hermione's enthusiastic help. Running his hand gently through Hermione's tangled morning hair, he brushed it back so he could have a better look at the full length of his tool sliding in and out of her warm mouth. “Fuck, that looks so hot, Hermione.” Feeling her wrap her hands around his butt inresponse, he likewise grabbed the back of her bobbing head with his large hands and started to buck his hips more forcefully.

Ginny took a moment to clip the locket around her neck, then went back to work on Hermione's underside, growing bolder and letting her fingers explore under her legs and brush against the insides of her thighs, all the while keeping up a running commentary. "Oh shit, 'Mione, Harry is totally fucking your face! That's so hot and you’re taking it so deep in your throat, fuck! Now don't cum too soon, Harry," she warned.

Harry looked down again at how Hermione was now trying to meet each thrust of his hips as his dick slid in and out of her mouth. Several trickles of spit dangled from her chin as he kept up his pace, feeling her nails digging into his ass from behind. "I don't I have much control over that, Ginny, honestly.....Ohhhh Mmmm," he moaned.

"Here take this," Ginny quickly said, picking another cigarette from the pack on the ground and quickly lighting it as it dangled from her mouth, then passed it to Harry.

Hermione, pulling off Harry dick, looked up as Ginny offer Harry the lit cigarette, "real nice you two.... while I'm doing all the work down here, Harry get's to smoke?" she joked, while finding the image strangely sexy. "I thought that was for the afterglow anyway?"

Ginny smiled, letting her fingers just graze Hermione's pubic hair, which provoked a surprised moan and a quick look of lusty wonder. Ginny was getting the distinct impression that Hermione was enjoying her roaming hand and decided to continue. Letting her other hand return to Harry's sack, now also coated with Hermione’s spit, "just smoke that real fast Harry," she ordered. She then turned to Hermione letting her finger run the length of the other girls slit, eliciting another gagged gurgle of surprise and pleasure.

Hermione arched her back and spread her legs more, amazed and aroused by Ginny’s bold caresses. It was another girl, but it was hot as hell, and she certainly appreciated the stimulation given that her two hands were presently occupied in grasping Harry ass for balance and leverage. For her part Ginny watched as Hermione’s body language seemed to invite her to continue, and a smile creased her lips.

"You see," Ginny started, doing her best imitation of Hermione in lecture mode while switching angles. She now placed her soft hand on Hermione’s abdomen, slowly stroking down the other girl’s stomach and finally continuing her increasingly bold molestation of the other girl’s wet snatch from the front. "You see, in low doses, shallow inhales for example, the nicotine wakes you up and helps you study and might even make you a little horny," she explained as she simultaneously allowing her middle finger to slowly slide between Hermione’s pussy lips, which she felt were oozing with juice. Ginny knew that she was dripping wet as well between her own legs, wishing her had a third hand to help herself out. Maybe her brother would agree, she wondering yearningly.

"Obviously that's not a problem," commented Harry, taking his second sequential deep drag and holding the smoke in his lungs. Looking down he marveled at the spit-shined length of his pole, and the swollen head as Hermione prepared once more to slide his length into her mouth.

"Right, obviously," continued Ginny finally deciding to give up her hold on Harry's heavy balls to provide her own cunt some attention. She groaned as she flicked a finger over her clit before shoving it in up to the third knuckle. "Mmmm….However, in higher doses, or deep continuous drags like Harry is doing now, nicotine relaxes you and can be a sort of downer." Ginny finished in a half-moan.

"Interesting," Hermione responded with a raised eyebrow, removing the girth of meat from her mouth for a second to feast on the sight of Ginny feverishly pleasuring herself. Then, running her tongue and lower lip along the underside of the shaft, she hungrily stuffed it back in her mouth.

The slurping sound from Hermione's mouth, mixed with the sticky burbling slapping as Ginny worked happily at her cunt, and continued to run her other hand all along Hermione’s hairy mound. Harry sucked down the rest of the cigarette, indeed feeling marginally further from cumming, even as he redoubled his effort to pound his dick into Hermione's mouth, shimmying his hips and knocking his hairy balls against her chin.

Merlin, Hermione though as she held onto Harry body and allowed him to fuck her face. Coming up for air she grabbed his dick, her fingers barely making it around, lifting it to lick its length up to the bloated purple before pushing it back down her gullet, this is so fucking hot I never want to stop. Not only that, but Ginny’s fingers are so good in my pussy. Then suddenly she paused in shock…Ginny’s fingers are in my pussy!!! When did that happen?! She tried to remember when the redhead had gone from massaging her wet folds to penetrating her hole with her finger. Fuck it felt too good though, and strangely even more sexy knowing that the two girls had just crossed a new line. Of course, Hermione had had her face only inches from her snatch the other night as Harry fucked her, and she had even licked the redhead’s juices off of Harry cock… Oh, how good that would feel to have Harry’s pole penetrate her right now. But, fuck, Ginny was doing the next best thing!

As she contemplated how nice it would feel to have Harry cock between her legs, she was taken by surprise for the second time as Ginny’s face suddenly appeared next to hers jockeying for her own piece of Harry’s dick. “I did say my family’s remedy required TWO girls,” Ginny explained wryly.

Hermione moved to one side, allowing Ginny to shimmy in on the other. As if by instinct, the two girls instantly synchronized their movements. Puckering their lips, and each on one side, they proceeded to slide their mouths up and down the veiny length.

“Shit, you two,” moaned Harry at the scene below. The pressure exerted on his cock by Hermione’s clench throat was gone, but in its place was the sight of two beautiful girls giving their full attention to his hard cock. “This is fucking crazy!” Looking over at the tent, he was glad to notice that they had moved enough to at least shield the view of his lower half from the windows. “This is so fucking good, but so fucking crazy…”

“That’s why you love it so much,” Ginny smiled up at him before closing her mouth around her half of his fat cock.

Bellow, the girls formed mirror images of each other. As she concentrated on providing hot and slippery stimulation for Harry’s desperate thrusting, Hermione’s eyes widened and locked with Ginny’s as her tongue, which she was using to lick the underside of Harry’s meat, brushed against Ginny’s lower lip.

“Mmmm, Ginny moaned in appreciation,” Quickly extending her own tongue to do the same and jostling with Hermione’s.

Grabbing both Ginny and Hermione to still their movements momentarily, Harry spread his legs wider and thrust between the two sets of slippery lips as fast as he good. “Oh, shit I fucking love your two mouths at once!”

Slowing slightly and blowing out the last of the smoke into the morning air after flicking away the cigarette, Harry stretched his torso, while interlocking his fingers behind his head and taking in the scene around him. Marveling at the bright sun filtering down through the trees, he then gazing cautiously again at their temporary shelter, and untimely lowered his regard to where Hermione and Ginny were providing exquisite pleasure with the combined skills of their mouths.

He watched as the two girls seemed to be locked in a passionate kiss, only with his cock intervening. His hips thrust faster and his eyes bulged as he watched as Ginny reached her hand across and placed it squarely between Hermione’s legs! He had missed Hermione’s first surprised reaction, so it astounded him to see her open her legs even wider in anticipation of the contact. “Holy, shit,” he moaned watching his girlfriend finger fucking their friend.

Hermione’s skin was flushed and her nipples hard, the exquisite sensation and surprise of Ginny fingers working in and out of her cunt, combining with the incredibly hot sight of Harry’s tool between the two girls mouths to push her close to her release. “That’s so good, Ginny,” she devilishly let her tongue graze the other girls lips, thrilling at the contact.

Ginny felt the other girl’s tongue and return her lust-glazed stare “I want you to cum for me,” she hissed, grabbing her hand and placing in between her own legs. She felt Hermione clamp her pussy around her probing fingers at her bold move. It was clear the other girl was getting close and she concentrated in getting her off.

The sound of sex floated in the air, as Harry watched the two beautiful girls, scantly clothed, and panting with effort. He marveled as they concentrated on his throbbing cock while reaching out to fondle the other’s dripping pussy. He thanked the fact the girls were so much better at multi-tasking. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to blow my load,” he announced, hearing Ginny’s comment to Hermione.

“Oh fuck Harry, do it!” Ginny said pulling away and practically shoving Hermione’s mouth onto the head of his dick. “Cum in her mouth, Harry! Cum in her fucking mouth and all over her fucking tits,” she cried, directing the action and pulling Hermione’s shirt over her head.

Lifting her arms and seeing her shirt fly to the ground, “Oh, shit, Ginny,” Hermione responded, feeling Harry fill her mouth again with his cock, at the same time the other girl returned her full attention to her eager hole and sensitive clit.

Harry watching as his hot girlfriend shove Hermione’s month back on his cock, and how he took no time in building up a force that drove his cock down the other girl’s throat. “Oh yes, fuck yes,” he chanted with each powerful thrust of his hips.

Ginny rammed her finger up Hermione’s cunt in rhythm with Harry’s cock. “Oh, fuck you two, that’s it!” she squealed. “Just image that huge cock in your pussy, and how that would feel!”

Hermione moaned in response, reaching her hands around to fondle Harrys’ balls and rub his asshole. She felt an immediate reaction for Harry as well and she held her breath and took him as deeply as she could. Within second they both start to cum.

“FUCK!” Harry exploded, reaching down to grab his convulsing dick and direct the imminent stream of jism into Hermione’s mouth. “Oh Fuck,” he moaned as the first two jets blew directly down sucking mouth.

“On my tits, Harry,” Hermione seemed to plead. And she didn’t have to wait a second as the Harry aimed the next blast at her chest, even as she felt to the ground with the force of her own orgasm.

As Harry’s orgasm subsided, the last thick drops of cum clinging to the tip of his dick felt with a soft ‘plop’ in the stillness of the forest. “Oh, shit, ‘Mione, Ginny, shit….”

Hermione looked up at Harry, turned to Ginny, and finally looked down at herself, “Well, if I didn’t need a bath before, I certainly do now. Merlin, that was amazing…”

Ginny still stood, legs apart, fingers still working on her own snatch as she watched Harry and Hermione recover from their respective orgasms and tried to decide who she would prefer to help her get off. Of course Harry’s cock would feel great, but she wondered if he would be ‘up’ to the task so soon. Then there was Hermione, who had just cum thanks to the talent of her own fingers, the same fingers that she was now rubbing her clit with.

<POP! Slam!>

“What was that noise?” Harry asked with concern looking back to the tent, while quickly moving to recover his bathrobe from the ground. Everyone else turned as well, suddenly remembering that they were but 3 of 4, and number 4 would probably not be happy about the current situation

“Shit,” Hermione spat with widened eyes, gobs of cum dripping down her chest. “Ron! Where’s my shirt…!”

“No, no no….” Ginny hissed, realizing the gravity of the situation, but nonetheless frustrated that she had not yet cum. Diving behind the nearest bush she proceed to button up her shirt. “shit, shit, shit…”
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