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Harry Potter's Most Excellent Year	By : ODB Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 76207 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 8

AN

With all this craziness going on, we all need to stay inside and stay safe. Perhaps you could read some smut while you’re self-isolating? Here’s some for you now!

Ginny Weasley rested her head on the table and sighed deeply. She was tempted to start banging her head against the wooden surface but she doubted that a large bruise on her forehead would really solve anything. Instead, she just stayed in that position and wallowed in her own misery.

“Hello, Ginny,” a clear, bright voice greeted her. “Are you feeling alright?”

Ginny didn’t need to turn her head to identify the annoyingly cheerful person who had just approached her.

“Hello, Luna,” she replied. “No, I feel miserable and depressed and you’re the last bloody person I want to see right now.”

“Oh, are you still upset that I’m having sex with Harry Potter?” the blond girl asked cheerily, taking a seat next to Ginny.

“Yes. No. I don’t know,” Ginny grumbled. “I guess that I’m just envious that you got so lucky and I get stuck with useless twerps with all the sexual prowess of a wet cabbage.”

“Sorry about that,” Luna giggled, sounding anything but.

“Honestly, Luna, tell me the truth. I’m not that bad looking, am I?”

“Heavens, no!” Luna exclaimed. “Honestly, Ginny, if I had a penis I would have sex with you right here and now.”

“Thanks, I think,” she mumbled. “Anyway, that doesn’t explain why I end up with complete duds in the bedroom department.”

“You started going out with Dean Thomas, didn’t you?” Luna asked.

“Well, I shagged him if that’s what you mean,” she corrected her friend. “Stupidly, I bought into that whole cliché about black guys.”

“That they have large penises?”

“Yeah, that one,” Ginny confirmed. “Sadly, I can now confirm that’s complete bullshit.”

“Oh, tell me more,” Luna urged.

“Okay, you know I broke up with Michael Corner due to premature ejaculation issues, right? Well, not long after that Dean starts hanging around and making advances to me. I mean, he’s not a bad looking bloke, right, and he had a bit of a silver tongue, so I figured I’d give him a go. What had I got to lose? Anyway, after Michael had completely failed to satisfy me for nearly a year, decided to see what Dean could do. Sadly, the answer was with his stunted equipment very little.”

“Ooh, was he tiny, then?”

“I practically needed a microscope to see it!” Ginny snorted. “Still, they say it’s not what you have it’s what you do with it, right, so I gave him a chance. Honestly, I wouldn’t have bloody known he was in me other than he kept yapping about it. ‘Oh, Ginny, you feel so good’ he kept saying, but for my part, I thought someone had stuck a baby carrot up my fanny. So, Dean bangs away for a while, makes this big production about him cumming, before rolling off and falling asleep! Bastard! After I wake him up he starts droning on about what a great shag we’d just had! Needless to say, I told him exactly what I thought of him and his baby sausage. He gets all huffy and aggressive and I end up Hexing him. Only later did I find out that he had several scores marked up on the second-floor bathroom wall last year, and they were all ones and twos! I’m probably the only witch he pulled this year.”

“Did you give him a mark?” Luna asked.

“Yeah, I gave him two out of ten,” Ginny confirmed, “only I also wrote ‘inches’ next to the two, and that was being generous.”

“Oh, Ginny!” Luna exclaimed, bursting out laughing.

“It’s alright for you,” Ginny huffed. “You’re getting a bloody good seeing to from Harry whenever you feel like it, you lucky cow.”

“We’re not exclusive, you know,” Luna pointed out. “I’m sure if you approached Harry he’d be more than willing to give you the same attention.”

“I know, I just…”

“Just what?”

Ginny sighed. “Oh, Luna, I don’t know what to do. You know I’ve been crazy about Potter for ages, right? Trouble was, I fell into the same trap as all the other witches around here in thinking he was gaga for that strumpet Cho Chang. By the time I found out he wasn’t, I was with Michael. I know I got frustrated with him and dumped him, but he is quite a nice bloke and my first, you know? I couldn’t just give him the elbow because Harry was available. By the time we did split up, Potter had become the sex God of the fifth year and was shagging anything with a pulse.”

“I think he’s a bit more selective than that, but I do understand what you mean,” Luna said. “I still don’t see why you can’t be one of those satisfied witches, Ginny.”

“If I’m going to be with Harry, I don’t want it to be just a quick fling and that means I’ve got to be at his level,” Ginny explained. “The last thing I want is for him to think I’m some simple country witch in need of a sympathy shag. No, if we do it I want him to be begging me for more! Basically, I have to show him I have game, too.”

“Okay, I think I get that,” Luna mused. “Is that why you went with Dean Thomas, to get more experience?”

“Exactly. The trouble is, I seem to attract useless blokes. How am I supposed to become more experienced when I pull the likes of Michael ‘quick shot’ Corner and Dean ‘two-inch’ Thomas? It’s not bloody fair!”

“Hmm, I’m not sure experience the real problem,” Luna pondered. “I mean, you know exactly what you want and also what a bloke wants, right? We’ve talked about it enough. Hell, we’ve even practiced doing some of it. No, the real problem is really grabbing Harry’s attention. As you say, he’s having a great time at the moment and he’s got great scores racking up on the wall of the toilet. You just need to think of a way of really making an impression on him and making him think, ‘wow, this is the dirty slut for me!’ If you can do that, previous experience doesn’t matter.”

“Okay, I’m in general agreement with you, but the question is, how do I make an impression on him?”

“Well… I do have an idea, but it does mean you’d have to be very naughty, Ginny.”

“Luna, I am bloody gagging for some naughtiness and if it’s with Harry, I don’t think there’s anything I won’t try. Before you ask, yes, that does include anal.”

“Just as well, he’s done that with me several times,” Luna revealed with a dreamy smile on her face.

“Seriously, are you alright with me trying to steal him from you?” Ginny asked.

“Oh, yes. To be honest, as great as the sex is, Harry isn’t really my type. He’s too… umm, handsome I guess the word is. His body is rather more muscular than I like, too. I prefer men with more character.”

“You would prefer a bloke who is uglier and has a worse body?” Ginny asked in amazement.”

“Yes.”

“Luna, you are stark, staring mad, you know that?”

“Quite possibly, but do you want to hear my idea on how you can finally get a decent shag?”

“Absolutely!”

“Well, this is what I think you should do…”

The two witches huddled together closely as Luna explained her plan. The smile on Ginny’s face got wider and wider the more her friend talked.

Several days later found Harry and Neville despondently roaming the castle in search of female company. It was Friday night and they were both keenly feeling the lack of pretty girls to keep them company.

“This is stupid,” Harry groused. “We’re both young, good looking and, unlike before, have reputations as well-hung stallions. Why are we alone again?”

“Beats me,” Neville grumbled.

“No Hermione tonight?”

“Nah, she’s studying. I can never guess when she’s going to need ‘stress relief’ anymore. In fact, since Ron Weasley broke up with that dipsy cow Lavender, I’ve noticed Hermione seems less and less interested in me.”

“She can’t seriously be still lusting after Ron, can she?” Harry gasped.

“Seems like it,” Neville confirmed. “I guess the fact that I’m more handsome, intelligent, athletic, not to mention richer, doesn’t factor into it. Seriously, though, I’m not interested in her as a proper girlfriend and I think that’s what she wants, although not necessarily with me. Anyway, why are you not banging Luna tonight?”

“Same reasons, I think. Now we’ve explored just about every sexual avenue we can think of, she’s losing interest in me. She says the oddest things, too. Just last week she complained that my eyes were too attractive. Too attractive! What the hell is that meant to mean?”

“No idea,” Neville laughed.

“I think the problem we have is that most girls want a proper relationship, not just a quick shag. I tell you, I’m starting to think they’re right. It’s been great playing the field and fucking loads of beautiful witches, but there’s something to be said for consistency. If we both had girlfriends we wouldn’t be tramping around Hogwarts looking desperate, would we?”

“You’re preaching to the choir,” Neville told him. “The trouble is, the only girl I’m truly interested in is Hannah. Now I’ve had her once I can’t stop thinking about her.”

“You realise that by getting a girlfriend you might make her jealous?” Harry suggested. “I mean, it’s obvious that she’s into you. Maybe seeing you with another witch might make her realise what she’s missing.”

“Or convince her that there’s no point splitting up with Ernie, which I think is more likely. Besides, just imagine how I’d feel if they did break up and I was with someone. I’m not the sort of bastard who would just dump a girl because someone better became available.”

“Nah, I do see your point,” Harry agreed. “Still, there’s a lot to be said for having a steady girlfriend, providing it’s the right witch, of course. I’m actually coming around to the idea.”

“You’ve got more options than me, I guess,” Neville sighed. “I suppose you’re going to get hitched up and leave your poor best mate alone and lonely.”

“Oh, stop, you’re breaking my heart,” Harry retorted, knowing his friend was just playing around. “Mind you, it would be rough on either of us if we lost our wingman. Maybe we should wait until we’re both in a position to get a girlfriend.”

“I wasn’t angling for that, but I’m not going to disagree. Brothers forever!”

“Brothers forever!” Harry echoed. “Unfortunately, it looks like we’re going to be brothers in abstinence tonight. Has every bloody witch in Hogwarts got a boyfriend at the moment?”

“Seems like it. Let’s try down by the main entrance. Maybe there are some unattached babes down there,” Neville suggested.

Harry just nodded and together they headed down the main staircase to the entrance hall. As they reached the ground floor, Neville spotted something that brought a smile to his face.

“Harry, look. Over by the entrance to the Great Hall. Isn’t that Luna?”

“Yeah, and it looks like she has company. That’s Ginny Weasley, isn’t it? I’ve always liked her.”

“I heard she just dumped Dean Thomas, too. I think that perhaps those two lovely witches are in need of some male company tonight,” Neville suggested.

“Are you thinking of a replay of the afternoon we spent with Hannah and Susan?” Harry asked with a smirk.

“Well, you’re already in with Luna. We could suggest that the four of us head up to the Come and Go Room and do a little partying. Who knows how that could end up?”

“I like your thinking,” Harry agreed. “Let’s go and say hello.”

The two boys headed over to the blond and the redhead. The girls saw their approach and greeted them both with wide smiles.

“Hi, Luna. I didn’t think you were about tonight,” Harry said by way of greeting.

“I wasn’t planning to, but Ginny was at a loose end and I decided to keep her company.”

“Oh yeah. I heard you and Dean split up. Sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be,” Ginny grumbled. “We weren’t really together and he was being a prat. I’m glad to see the back of him.”

“Still, it does leave you twiddling your thumbs on a Friday night,” Neville pointed out. “Actually, Harry and I were thinking of heading up to the Come and Go Room. Has Luna told you about that place?”

“She mentioned it,” Ginny confirmed.

“Yeah, it’s a great place to hold a party on a Friday night. It’s warm and comfy, the House Elves can provide food and drink. We’ve even got a wireless up there so we’ve got music. If you girls fancy joining us I’m sure we could have a good time.”

“Yes, and if the drinks the Elves provide haven’t got quite the kick you might desire, I can spruce them up a bit with a touch of Firewhisky,” Harry added, slyly pulling a hipflask from his pocket and showing them.

“Hmm, that sounds tempting, doesn’t it, Ginny?” Luna responded.

“Yeah, it’s pretty boring around here. I’d be up for a little partying,” Ginny agreed.

“Great! Well, walk this way, ladies,” Harry said, indicating the main staircase.

As they made their way up to the seventh floor, Harry and Neville exchanged hopeful glances. The prospect of getting into the knickers of these two lovely witches was already giving the boys stiffies. Neville had been wanting to give Luna a go for ages and Harry had always thought Ginny was beautiful. The prospect of a fantastic night loomed.

They reached the corridor where the Come and Go Room materialised and Neville volunteered to create the space for them. After he’d walked forwards and backwards three times, a door appeared in the wall as expected.

“Shall we, ladies?” Neville asked, reaching for the door handle.

“Oh, I’ve just remembered. I have some homework I have to complete for Professor Flitwick. I’d better go and finish it now,” Luna suddenly exclaimed.

“Can’t you do it tomorrow?” Harry called desperately even as the blond girl turned and skipped away.

“No, I have it in my mind now so I have to get it out of the way,” Luna called over her shoulder. “Bye!”

“Luna!” Neville called after the girl’s retreating form but it was too late. She disappeared around the corner and was gone.

“Bugger,” Harry groaned, looking at his friend who seemed equally distraught. Obviously, they weren’t going to get the fun evening they had hoped for.

“I guess you’ll just have to make do with me,” a voice said from behind them.

They both turned to see Ginny Weasley looking back at them defiantly with one hand on her hip. The boys exchanged a look and began to think the same thing.

“Well, having to spend time with you certainly isn’t the worst thing I can imagine,” Harry told her. “As long as you’re happy having us two for company, that is.”

“I don’t mind,” she agreed with a shrug.

“Well then, let's go inside,” Neville said, reaching for the door handle again.

The three of them entered and instantly Harry saw that his friend had done an excellent job in requesting the room. The space was not too large for them and extremely cosy due to the roaring fire at one end of the room. Keeping the place rather warm was always a good method to convince ladies to shed a garment or two. Two large sofas were positioned facing the fireplace with a low coffee table between them. In front of the hearth was a large sheepskin rug. The wireless set was mounted on a stand against a wall.

“This looks great!” Ginny exclaimed.

“It does,” Harry agreed. “Okay, let’s get set up. Ginny, you find some music to play on the radio and Neville and I will rustle up some refreshments.”

While the petite redhead fiddled with the knobs on the wireless set, Harry summoned a House Elf who was more than happy to take their order. The Elf returned in a remarkably short time bearing several plates of snacks and a large pitcher of pumpkin juice. Harry poured a measure for all of them and was delighted when Ginny willingly agreed for her drink to be ‘livened up’ from his hip flask. With some surprisingly modern music blaring out of the radio, the three of them sat down to drink and sample the snacks.

The Firewhisky seemed to go to all their heads quite quickly and they were soon laughing and kidding around. Ginny actually instigated a dirty joke competition and had the boys roaring with laughter with her offering. Both Harry and Neville declared her the winner, knowing they could never match the quality of filth that she told them

“Hey, I love this song!” Ginny suddenly exclaimed as a new song came onto the wireless. She leapt to her feet. “Come on, you two, we should be dancing to this!”

Instead, the boys remained exactly where they were, transfixed by the sight of the youngest Weasley dancing. Although only small, Ginny had some extremely nice curves on her and she was also quite athletic. Harry gawped as the redhead swayed in time to the music, her hips shaking and she tossed her brilliant mane of fiery hair from one side to another. There was also a delightful amount of movement in her chest area as she grooved. The girl was, frankly, sex on legs and Harry began to feel a stirring in his trousers.

“I think we’d rather watch you dance,” Neville declared, obviously thinking the same thing as Harry.

“Yeah, you’re one hell of a mover,” Harry agreed. “Here, you need a stage to dance on!”

He quickly cleared all the items off the small coffee table with Neville eagerly helping. Once they were done, Ginny kicked off her shoes and, laughing, she leapt up onto the table and began to dance again.

Harry felt his erection continue to grow as he watched her. He suspected that the girl knew what she was doing to them as her moves became more and more suggestive. She turned and wiggled her arse at them and Harry could only marvel at the sublime curve of her backside, especially as she was so slender. Ginny’s legs were slim and shapely and, when she turned and shook her whole body, it became pretty clear that her breasts were not small, either. That couples with her beautiful face, magnificent hair and those damn sexy freckles meant that Harry’s cock was now hard as a rock.

The two of them sat, hypnotised by Ginny’s sensual dance. The song had changed on the radio and it had been replaced by a slower, groovier number and the redhead had changed her movement accordingly. Now, she writhed like a snake and even ran her hands down over her own body making Harry start to wonder if the girl had a secret summer job as a pole dancer. He was just starting to think that he was going to split his trousers when Ginny did something that totally changed everything – she took her school tie off.

It was probably quite an innocent gesture, but the way that she pulled out the knot, pulled it from under her collar then wave it around over her head made Harry and Neville instantly think of only one thing. Striptease!

“Oh, yeah, take it off, Ginny!” Harry called out.

“Yes! More! More!” Neville added.

For a second, Ginny stopped and looked shocked. Then, a wicked grin appeared on her face and she started to dance again before balling up the tie in her hands and throwing it at them. With his Seeker skills, Harry grabbed it from the air ahead of his friend and he draped it over his head. Ginny laughed and continued to dance but there was a different mood now… a certain sense of anticipation filled the air.

Another more upbeat tune came on the wireless and Neville began to clap along in time with it. Harry joined in as their eyes traced every movement of the redhead as she pranced around on the low table. Then, in one fluid movement, she pulled the bottom her blouse out from where it was tucked into her skirt. The boys cheered, certain that this was a sign that Ginny was willing to go along with their desires.

With his hands clapping to the music, Harry silently prayed for Ginny to take something else off. By now, he’d seem many beautiful girls naked, but never before had he felt such a sense of excitement about the prospect of seeing some bare flesh. The girl certainly knew how to tease them, however, and he was becoming frustrated.

“More, we want more!” he called out, hoping to encourage her.

His pleas must have worked as the redhead slowed her movement, grinned at him, before undoing the top button on her blouse. Clearly, she was going to milk this but if it ended up with Weasley getting her kit off, he was happy to play along. Neville evidently felt the same, and he started to chant ‘more, more’ in time with his handclaps. Harry soon joined in.

With agonising slowness, Ginny undid the buttons on her blouse, one by one, working from the top down. As she went, they were gifted tantalising glimpses of her undergarment and her bare flesh, but she made sure that her shirt didn’t open too much as she danced. Then, finally, there were no more buttons left.

With a toss of her wild hair, Ginny turned away from them. Standing still, she turned and looked back over her shoulder at them, her eyes positively smouldering as she regarded the two of them. Then, with Harry and Neville almost bouncing with anticipation, she began to slip the blouse off her right shoulder. Harry was almost panting with desire as he took in the sprinkle of brown freckles that cover the girl’s shoulder. Her skin was white and creamy and made him tremble at just the sight of it. It seemed a lifetime before she let the shirt slip off her left shoulder and fall to the floor.

With the boys wildly cheering, she turned and confronted them. Harry’s eyes, naturally, went straight to her chest and, as a result, he nearly creamed his underwear. Her bra was plain and even a little cheap looking, but that could not distract from the delights it contained. The freckles, Harry noted, only reached the top of her breasts although they did dip down a little further into the valley between them. While Ginny’s waist was slender and he could even see the outline of her ribcage, her boobs were reasonably large and looked firm and inviting as some succulent fruit. His hands twitched as he longed to fondle them.

“Like what you see, boys?” she asked in a challenging voice.

“Oh, fuck, yes! You’re beautiful,” Harry exclaimed.

“Bloody hell, yes. You’re so sexy,” Neville agreed, “but we want to see more, Ginny. We want to see everything!”

“Well, aren’t you naughty boys? I’m shocked!” she replied, not sounding shocked in the slightest. Indeed, a second later, she began to dance again.

The boys were on the edge of their seats and both of them occasionally tried to surreptitiously rub the front of their straining trousers. There was nothing Harry wanted more than to pull his cock out and furiously start wanking but the game hadn’t reached that stage yet. Instead, the two of them watched the dancing redhead like hawks.

When Ginny reached down to undo the hook on her skirt, Harry felt a genuine tingle of excitement. He held his breath as she undid the zip before turning away from them again. The music had again dropped to a slow, steady beat which perfectly matched the moment. With a dry throat, he watched as Ginny bent forward slightly before slowly inching her skirt down over her backside.

“Fuck,” he heard Neville gasp at the sight and he had to agree. Ginny Weasley had to have the most gorgeous arse known to man! Her plain knickers did little to hide those two perfect cheeks that resembled a perfect, juicy peach. He’d never wanted to lick a girl’s arsehole so much in his life.

Ginny kicked away her skirt and spun around, continuing her erotic dance for her audience of two. By this point, Harry and Neville had given up any pretence and were openly rubbing themselves through their trousers. The redhead grinned when she saw them, obviously pleased with the effect she was having on them.

“More, Ginny, please!” Harry practically begged.

“Yes, you can’t leave us hanging like this. You’re driving us crazy,” Neville added.

The two of them restarted their chants of ‘more, more’ and clapping their hands as the beautiful girl danced on. She tossed her hair one way then the other, shaking her hips and generally causing the boys to go insane. Then, suddenly, she stopped, turned around and reached behind her back.

The clapping stopped abruptly as the two young men froze. Was this it? Would the feisty young woman actually go through with it? Harry got his answer a second later as the clasp of Ginny’s bra came undone and she pulled the garment off, letting it dangle in her right hand teasingly. Then, casually, she tossed it to one side.

“Want more?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at them.

“YES!” they both bellowed.

This time, Ginny didn’t drag it out. She grabbed the hem of her knickers and pulled them down, revealing that wondrous backside in all its glory. Again, she kicked the garment away leaving her standing on the low coffee table as naked as the day she was born. All that was left now was for her to turn around and reveal herself fully to them.

“Ready, boys?” she asked.

“Are we ever!” Neville gushed.

Ginny turned around but, to the boys’ massive disappointment, she had her right arm crossed over her breasts and her left hand over her groin area. She looked at them with possibly the most seductive smile Harry had ever seen.

“Hmm, I don’t think it’s fair that I show you everything I have and I don’t get to see you two in a similar state. I think I deserve a little treat, too.” she purred. “In short, boys, get your cocks out.”

Harry and Neville shared a quick look before they both furiously began to tear off their own clothing. It was clear now how the evening was going to pan out and Harry couldn’t wait. For some reason, he was determined to be the first to stand naked before the red-haired Goddess before him and he almost pulled all the buttons off his shirt and he grappled with it. There was a moment of panic as it seemed that Neville was getting ahead of him but, fortunately, his friend had forgotten to take his shoes off before his trousers and he nearly fell over trying to wrench them off. As a result, Harry was down to his boxers before his friend.

Ginny was looking right at him which was exactly what he wanted. Without hesitation, he pulled his underwear down and finally allowed his previously imprisoned cock to spring free. He heard Weasley gasp as she caught sight of it.

“Bloody hell, Luna wasn’t exaggerating,” she exclaimed. “Well, aren’t you a big boy?”

A second later, Neville finally managed to free himself of his remaining clothing. His cock was fully erect, too, and it wobbled in front of him as he sheepishly grinned at Ginny.

“Blimey, you too! Those are the biggest cocks I’ve ever seen,” she gasped.

“And they’re all yours for tonight,” Harry told her.

“Yeah, think you can manage both of them?” Neville asked, gently taking his dick in his hand and stroking it.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” she confirmed, her eyes darting between the boys’ manhoods. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for a decent shag and now it looks like I’m getting a double helping. Aren’t I a lucky girl?”

“You’ve seen us now, so why don’t you lower your arms and let us see you?” Harry asked her.

Ginny nodded and let her arms drop. Harry took a sharp intake of air as he marvelled at her beauty. Her boobs were as large as he had thought and looked perfect on her small frame. Her nipples were rather puffy and he wanted nothing more than to cram them into his mouth and suck them. The neat patch of red hair between her legs completed the package and made his mouth water. He wanted this girl so badly.

With some unspoken signal, the boys stepped forward approached her, Harry to her left, Neville to her right. She was still standing on the coffee table which just about brought her up to their height. Harry could see the girl was trembling with excitement as they reached for her and she jumped as his fingers made contact with her soft skin.

With lustful smiles on their faces, Harry and Neville began to let their hands roam over her body. Ginny moaned as their fingers began to caress her skin. Harry had started by placing a hand on her flat stomach but soon placed his right hand on her lower back. From there, they continued in different directions, his right upwards until it reached her breasts and his left downwards until it cupped her perfect arse.

He could feel her hard nipple against his palm and her boob was as firm as he’d imagined. Ginny turned her head towards him and he used the opportunity to press his lips against hers. She moaned into his mouth as he continued to feel her body, her hand rubbing his chest. Her lips parted slightly and he let his tongue slip in between them, and it was soon engaged in a frantic wrestling match with hers. He let his left hand slide further down and between her legs, He felt the rough skin of her anus as his fingers explored and he paused to rub it. The fingers on his right hand had by now grasped her nipple and was rolling it gently between them.

Gasping for breath, Ginny pulled away leaving a trail of saliva dangling between their mouths. She then turned her head and accepted Neville’s tongue into her mouth. Harry took the opportunity to admire her body and, to his slight annoyance, saw that his friend had slipped his left hand between her legs and was now rubbing her pussy. Seeing that area was occupied, he instead bent down slightly and captured her nipple in his mouth and began to suck hard. He felt the girl shudder and press herself against his face, presumably encouraging him to take as much of her tit in his mouth as he could.

Feeling Neville was monopolising Ginny’s pussy, he let his right-hand slip between her legs, too. There was a brief bustle as their hands battled for dominance but an unspoken agreement was soon reached. Neville continued to rub the girl’s clit while Harry slowly pushed two fingers into her cunt. Ginny squealed as he did so and her body writhed in pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped as she tore her mouth away from Neville’s. “That’s it, boys! Feel me… finger-fuck me… oh, fuck, that’s so gooooooood!”

They continue in that manner for some time with Neville also bending down slightly so he could suck Ginny’s other nipple. The girl in question was squirming in their hands, gasping and moaning as they pleasure her. To add to the fun, Harry experimentally slid his index finger into her arsehole and was delighted when she made no protest.

After perhaps working on her for ten minutes, Ginny’s legs suddenly buckled and she let out a high-pitched shriek. She doubled up and would have fallen over if not for the boys supporting her.

“Fuck. I just came,” she revealed, almost sound drunk. “That was fucking amazing.”

“Well, I think it’s time for us to have some fun,” Neville told her. “I guess that means it time you met our two best friends.”

“Off the table and on your knees,” Harry clarified when Ginny had looked confused. Instantly, she realised what they wanted and an evil smile appeared on her lips. Quickly, she hopped off the table and knelt down on the sheepskin rug.

“Come on then, Boys. Bring those lovely big cocks over to me.”

With matching grins, the boys walked over to the kneeling girl. Eagerly, she grasped their cocks in her hands and gave them an experimental stroke. Harry could see how excited she was by the rise and fall of her breasts, not that he wasn’t bloody excited himself. She examined both their dicks with an almost joyous expression on her face.

“It’s like a dream,” she purred. “They’re beautiful, so big and hard. I wonder what they taste like?”

For a second Ginny seemed uncertain which boy to pleasure first but then, to Harry’s joy, she opened her mouth and slowly wrapped it around his throbbing dick. He groaned in pleasure as her tongue lazily rubbed itself against the underside of his helmet. The sight of her red lips firmly enclosed around his shaft almost blew his mind.

With her right hand grasping the base of his cock, Ginny’s head started to move backwards and forwards, leaving a trail of glistening saliva in its wake. Harry shuddered as pleasure washed over him, leaving him feeling tingly. By the Gods, this girl could suck cock.

“Don’t forget me,” Neville prompted after a while, obviously having spent too long watching Harry having all the fun.

Ginny drew back and gave Harry a wink before she turned her head and accepted Neville’s needy cock into her mouth. The blond boy immediately gasped and closed his eyes as he appeared to drift off into ecstasy.

Twice more Ginny swapped between them, obviously trying to give the two boys equal attention. What made it all the sexier was the noises the redhead made as she worked on them. Although her mouth was full, low moans of ‘mmm’ and ‘ah’ escaped from her, making it sound like she was enjoying a delicious meal rather than giving blow jobs.

“Do our cocks taste good?” Harry asked at one point.

Ginny briefly withdrew his throbbing penis from her mouth and looked up at him.

“They’re the tastiest things I’ve ever eaten,” she confirmed. “I believe they’re non-fattening, too!”

“Not unless you’ve forgotten to cast your Anti-Pregnancy Charm,” he chuckled.

“Oh, don’t worry. There’s no way I’m going to end up in the family way for many years yet,” she told him before she resumed sucking his dick.

Eventually, the boys could take no more. With a shared look, they decided to move things on.

“Back on your feet, Ginny,” Harry instructed her.

As soon as she’d stood up, the two boys grabbed her and between them carried her to the couch while she giggled all the way. After depositing her on the sofa, Harry immediately dropped to his knees and forced her legs open wide. Before she had a chance to open her mouth he stuck out his tongue and licked her pussy hard. Ginny moaned and her legs shuddered, but Harry’s only response was to vigorously attack her opening with his mouth.

Ginny’s cunt was already dripping wet and he lapped up her juices as he slurped and sucked. He pulled the lips of her pussy open and ran his tongue over the inside of her flaps, causing her to scream in delight. Tiring of this, he moved up to her clit and began to suck on the nub while he thrust the middle two fingers of his right hand into her. The way her body shook suggested she wasn’t far from orgasm.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that his mate hadn’t been idle, either. Neville held her sumptuous breasts in his hands and was busy licking her nipples. Ginny’s eyes were closed and she was wailing like a banshee at this point.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, FUCK! I’M CUMMING!” the small witch screamed but neither Harry nor Neville halted their oral assault on her body. Ginny thrashed about and one hand was raised above her head seemingly trying to grasp some unseen object as she endured the sweetest of all tortures. Then, after what had seemed like hours, her body jerked one last time and she was still.

“You two are trying to kill me,” she moaned pathetically. “They’ll find my body somewhere, cold and still, with a big stupid grin on my face.”

“Glad you’re enjoying our fine work,” Harry chuckled before he turned totally serious. “You know, I think it’s high time that we started to fuck you, Miss Weasley.”

Her tiredness seemed to leave her body immediately and she sat up with a hungry look in her large, brown eyes.

“Yeah, but who gets to have her first?” Neville asked.

“Simple. Rock, paper, scissors,” Harry replied.

“Oh, bugger. I always lose at this,” his friend moaned.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Ginny demanded.

“No,” both boys told her simultaneously.

A few seconds later, Neville’s prediction was proved right as his rock lost to Harry’s paper. He folded his arms crossly and sat on the end of the sofa.

“Well, Miss Weasley, it seems I get first dibs,” Harry told her, taking a firm grip on his straining cock and shuffling back between her legs. Ginny automatically opened her legs further to allow him in, all the while looking at him like he was a slab of beef and she hadn’t eaten in a week.

Once in position, Harry experimentally rubbed the end of his cock against her wet opening. She gasped and shot him an angry look.

“Fucking stick it in, Potter,” she growled. “I need to be fucked… now!”

Not wasting any more time, Harry pushed forward and slid around half the length of his dick into her. Ginny cried out and Harry gasped, too. Her snatch was tight and wet. It felt like velvet against his rock-hard knob.

“All the way in! All the way in! I want it all,” Ginny yelled.

Planting his hands either side of her body, Harry pushed until his entire length was inside her. It felt quite incredible and he was certain that Ginny was going to be the best fuck he’d ever had. As the girl in question panted with lust, his hips began to move as he started to thrust himself in and out of her exquisite cunt. For a second, they made eye contact and they seemed to silently convey to the other just how bloody good this felt.

Harry began to pick up the tempo, not quite believing that anything could be this good. Ginny squirmed and moaned, begged and screamed, all the while driving Harry on to fuck her harder and deeper than ever.

Only when he felt the sofa dip slightly on his right did Harry realise that Neville could stand his non-involvement no longer. The blond boy knelt by the side of Ginny and angled his cock close to her head. Instantly, she turned and accepted his dick into her mouth, sucking it so hard that her cheeks hollowed out.

Letting a shuddering groan escape his lips, Harry let his mind drift as he wallowed in the delicious sensations he was feeling. Maybe it was the angle he was taking her at but Ginny’s pussy felt better than any he’d sampled. She looked like a fiery angel but, laying there with Neville’s cock in her mouth she could also pass for the dirtiest whore he’d ever seen and, for some reason that excited him wildly. Them both doing her like this felt even naughtier than when they’d both fucked Susan and Hannah, and Harry still got a hard-on whenever he thought of that afternoon.

“Ready to swop yet, mate?” Neville asked, rousing Harry from his trance.

“Yeah, I guess,” Harry agreed, reluctantly pulling his cock from inside Ginny. Neville grinned and scrambled to change position while Ginny just looked like she was trying to catch her breath.

Rather than taking Harry’s place between the redhead’s legs, however, Neville flopped down onto the sofa, laying on his back. His spit-covered cock pointed skyward like a Muggle skyscraper and he had a big grin on his face.

“You on top this time, Ginny,” he told her.

With just a quick nod, Ginny climbed down the sofa until she was straddling the blond boy. Reaching down between her legs, she grasped his cock and lined it up with her opening. Then, in one fluid motion, she sank down onto it, taking nearly his entire length into her in one go.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” she moaned.

“That’s it, Ginny,” Neville exclaimed, grabbing her arse cheeks and using them as support as he began to ram his cock into her. “Damn, your cunt feels amazing!”

Harry remained kneeling in the same position, mesmerised by the sight before him. He had the perfect view of Ginny’s superb arse bouncing up and down as she rode his friend’s massive cock. The lips of her pussy clung to his shaft as she rose and it drove him wild. He couldn’t help but grasp his dick in his hand as he watched, imagining what it would be like to fuck the girl’s tight arsehole that was clearly on display.

He remained there, slowly wanking, for a while before he had the same thought Neville had earlier – he was missing out! He scrambled to his feet and came and stood next to Ginny’s head. Although she was red-faced and panting, she looked up at him with a grin.

“I wondered where you’d got to, Potter. It’s almost like you don’t want me to suck your dick.”

“Heaven forbid, Miss Weasley,” he replied and stepped forward. Ginny leaned over slightly and captured his offered cock in her mouth. He shuddered with pleasure as her tongue started to caress his swollen glands and she sucked a few drops of pre-cum out of him. Damn, this girl could suck for England!

Conscious that Ginny had agreed to every perverted suggestion they had made, Harry decided to see if he could make his dream come true. Gently he backed away just as his friend started to slow his pace. Clearly, Neville was near the edge and hadn’t wanted to spunk too early. Ginny took the opportunity to clamber off him and collapse on the sofa for a moment’s well-earned rest.

“You know, Ginny, I got a bit jealous of watching Neville fuck you just then. It’s rough on the other guy just having to watch while you get shafted.”

“You were hardly just standing about watching, were you?” she pointed out. “Sorry, was getting a blow job not enough for you?”

“Oh, it was great but it was not as good as burying my cock deep inside you,” he continued. “So, I was thinking, why couldn’t we both fuck you at the same time? How’s your Gryffindor courage, Miss Weasley?”

“Pretty bloody good considering I’m taking on two massive cocks at once,” she snorted. “What exactly are you suggesting here, Mr Potter.”

“Well, that cute little arsehole of yours has been unoccupied…”

“I bloody knew it! This is all that tramp Katie Bell’s fault. Just because she’s happy to get gangbanged and fucked in every hole she has, all the boys in this school think all the Gryffindor girls take it up the arse. She has a lot to answer for!”

“Have you ever tried anal?”

“No, but… oh, bugger. You really want to try it, don’t you,” Ginny sighed. “Well, I guess I’ve always said I would try anything once. You better know how to cast a Lubrication Charm bloody well, that’s all I can say!”

“Great!” Neville exclaimed, rolling off the sofa and scurrying to find his wand. Harry did likewise and they were soon stood in front of her, wands at the ready.

As the two of them cast the Lubrication Charm, Harry reflected that it was just as well Ginny didn’t know that it was Katie Bell herself that had taught him it. Katie really was a bit of a freak, even if she was a valued teammate and a surprisingly good friend. The boys waved their wands and conjured a large blob of clear, jelly-like goo into their left hands. They both got down to work.

Indicating that Ginny should lean forward and grab the edge of the sofa in her hands, Harry and Neville squatted down and began to apply the lubricant. In an unspoken arrangement, Neville began to work the lubricant into pussy while Harry worked on her arsehole.

“Fuck, that’s cold!” Ginny squealed.

“Don’t worry, it will soon warm up,” Harry assured her.

Grinning manically, he first applied a large blob of the substance directly to her arsehole and then began to massage it in with one finger. As the redhead made no complaint, he started to use a second finger, as well. She flinched a little at that but said nothing. Encouraged, he pushed his fingers in right up to the knuckle while noting that Neville was using three fingers on the girl’s twat. Weasley just moaned occasionally and he got the feeling she was quite enjoying the experience.

“Okay, I think you’re nicely greased up there, Miss Weasley. I believe we’re ready to begin,” Harry announced.

“I suppose you’re claiming her arse first, aren’t you?” Neville grunted.

“It was my idea,” Harry pointed out.

Neville nodded and took his previous position on the couch without further complaint. Ginny, looking a little nervous it had to be said, climbed on top of him and positioned herself. When she was ready, she lowered herself onto his waiting cock and groaned. Neville had applied so much lubricant that there was an audible squelching noise as she began to thrust herself down onto his shaft.

“Hold up there, Ginny,” Harry instructed, placing a hand on her back to halt her movement. He then hopped on the couch behind the two and inched his way forward. Very soon he was in position right behind the girl. Eagerly, he grasped her butt cheeks and pulled them apart gently, revealing her rosebud in all its glory.

Not wanting to hurt her, Harry carefully lined the end of his dick up to her already slightly open anus before pausing. Using the last of the lubricant on his left hand, he greased up his pole before resuming the position. Then, with the utmost care, he pushed his cock into her.

“Oh, fuck!” she yelped as her arsehole yielded under the pressure and the head of Harry’s dick entered her back passage.

“You okay?” Harry asked.

“I… umm… yeah, I think so. It’s not so bad now it’s in. It just hurt when you first entered.”

“Great. Now, I’m going to go in deeper, ‘kay? Let me know if it’s too much for you.”

Taking a deep breath, Harry pushed himself further and further in. Frankly, the girl was so tight that he doubted he would have even got it in without the magical lubricant, but now he had it felt bloody wonderful.

For her part, Ginny let out a shuddering howl. Harry could feel her body tremble as he held her hips and he began to wonder if they’d pushed the girl too far. Ginny soon proved this wasn’t the case.

“I’ve got two cocks in me,” she blurted. “I’ve got two huge, fat cocks in my arse and my pussy! Fuck!”

“You doing okay?” Neville asked from underneath her.

“Yes. Yes. Oh, fuck me, yes! It feels… incredible! I’ve waited ages to have a big cock rammed up me and now I have two! Ooh, yes! Do me, boys, fuck me hard!”

Stunned by her willingness, Harry and Neville began to move. It took a little experimentation, but they were soon working in sync, with one cock being thrust into her just as the other was being pulled out. Slowly but surely they began to increase their pace, like the Hogwarts Express building up steam. The harder they fucked her, the more Ginny seemed to love it.

“Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! Yes, oh, sweet Merlin, yes! This is the best thing ever! I love it, Fuck me. Fuck me, please!” she practically sobbed.

For Harry’s part, he couldn’t believe how good it felt. It was strangely different to fucking her pussy, tighter and harder, but it was still an incredible experience. He was pretty certain that his brains must be dribbling out of his ears by this point as he couldn’t think straight, at all.

“Cumming. Cumming. Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” Ginny suddenly bellowed before letting out a deafening scream. Her body shook and shuddered and she kept shrieking for nearly a minute suggesting she was experiencing that rarest of things, a multiple orgasm.

With the back of his legs hurting and his cock ready to explode, Harry ground to a halt. Neville also stopped thrust himself up into the girl and for a second they were still.

“How about we swap over?” Neville asked, still panting for air.

“Seems fair,” Harry agreed and backed up a little. “Flip yourself over, Ginny.”

“You two are trying to kill me,” she moaned. “It’s going to look great on my gravestone, isn’t it? ‘Ginevra Molly Weasley – fucked to death by two horny bastards’. I can’t imagine what my Mum would say.”

“I’m sure she’d be proud of you,” Harry chuckled as the redhead positioned herself crab-like over Neville. After a certain amount of fumbling and at least one grunt of discomfort from Ginny, they succeeded in sliding the blond boy’s cock into her back passage.

Once again, Harry could only knee where he was and stare in wonderment. Ginny was truly beautiful and to see her like that, taking a massive dick up her arse, was enough to scramble Harry’s brains completely.

“Well, Potter?” she challenged him. “Are you going to stay there playing with yourself or are you going to fill my unfortunately empty pussy?”

“You are so fucking sexy,” he told her by way of a reply. “Of course I’m going to fuck you. I’d be mental to turn you down.”

He shuffled forward until he was between Ginny’s legs but straddling Neville’s. With a trembling hand, he guided the head of his pulsating penis until it was nestling against her cunt. Then, with a cry of joy, he pushed it in and leant forward, supporting himself with his arms.

“Oh, fuck, yes! I think I love becoming a Ginny sandwich,” the girl exclaimed.

“Yeah and in a little while we’ll be adding our own special sauce,” Harry smirked.

“Filthy bastard,” she giggled.

Conversation ceased, however, as the two boys began to find their natural rhythm again. This position was easier than the one he’d been in before and it allowed him to rain kisses down on Ginny’s face and neck. His breathing grew ragged as he thrust himself into her faster and faster, humping her like a horny bunny in spring. The way the couch was moving and the incessant grunting suggested Neville was pounding Ginny’s arsehole from below. Judging from her expression, the redhead was close to cumming again although this time she main only small moan sounds.

They carried on without rest or remorse. This was definitely the hardest and the fastest he’d ever fucked a girl yet Ginny seemed to be loving it. Muffled shrieks now began to escape her lips and she writhed and squirmed underneath him. Harry’s cock felt like it was on fire and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer but he was determined not to cum first. The trouble was he felt like he would rupture himself if he held it in for long.

“Oh… oh… Gods… your arsehole,” Neville wailed. “I’m going to cum.”

“Yes, oh, yes,” Ginny bellowed. “Cum in me! Shoot your spunk deep inside me! Oh, fuck, I’m cumming, too!”

“Me, three,” Harry yelled, his hips pumping so fast they were a blur. Holding it in was sweet torture but he wanted to wait just a little longer… a little longer…

There!

“Oh, my fucking God!” he yelled as a thick stream of creamy spunk shot from his angry cock deep into Ginny’s pussy. On impulse, he pulled back slightly but his throbbing dick would not stop pumping spunk into the redhead. He became slightly awed at the amount of cum he was producing and wondered when it would end. From the sound of it, Neville was having a similar problem and he swore loudly as he came.

Then, mercifully, it was all over. The three sweaty bodies became still and the only sound that could be heard was their laboured breathing. Eventually, Harry gained the strength to rise and he collapsed onto the sofa. Neville and Ginny disentangled themselves and they also flopped onto the couch.

“I had no idea sex could be like that,” Ginny announced after a while.

“I’ve shagged plenty of birds this term and none of it was like that,” Harry agreed. “Ginny, you were bloody amazing.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself, Mr Potter,” she replied with a grin. On impulse, Harry leaned over and kissed her.

Before he knew it, the small redhead had her arms around his neck and was snogging him passionately. He certainly wasn’t complaining and slipped his arms around her, holding her tight. They were soon completely lost within each other.

“I’d say get a room but we already have one,” a voice stated flatly.

Harry and Ginny pulled apart having completely forgotten Neville was still in there with them.

“Oh, err, sorry, Nev,” Ginny said. “I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

“It’s alright. I know you’ve fancied Harry for ages,” Neville responded, smirking at them.

“Really? I didn’t know that,” Harry said looking at Ginny intently.

“Err, yeah, I have, actually,” she confirmed, her cheeks turning a little red. “There was no point in me saying anything, though. Well, at least that’s what I thought. Like every other girl in this place, until the start of term, I was convinced you were head over heels for Cho Chang. Then, when I learnt that was bullshit I was already with Michael. Besides, you were already trying to fuck every girl in Hogwarts by that point and doing a pretty good job of it.”

“Maybe not that many,” he protested. “Still, I wish I’d known. I’ve always really liked you, Ginny. I suppose I’m like my dad in that I have a thing for redheads. If we’d both been free I would have gone out with you like a shot.”

“Really? Well, I don’t know about you, Harry, but I’m footloose and fancy-free at the moment. That’s assuming you want to abandon your playboy ways, of course.”

“Actually, I was just talking to Neville about how much I wanted a steady girlfriend and… oh!”

“What’s the matter?”

“Umm, I forgot. You see, Neville and I kind of made a pact that one of us wouldn’t get a girlfriend unless the other got one, too.”

“So? What’s the problem?” Ginny asked, turning to face the blond boy. “Surely you’ve got girls begging to be with you? I mean, you’re good looking, come from a well-off family and, as I can now personally vouch for, you’re hung like a Hippogriff. Why are you still single?”

“Err, you see, Ginny, it’s not so simple for me,” Neville explained, the embarrassment written all over his face. “You know now that those rumours about Harry being besotted by Chand are rubbish, well, the ones about me and Hannah Abbott… they have a bit more substance to them.”

“I thought they might,” Ginny said knowingly. “Mind you, the fact that Ernie Macmillan throws your name about whenever they’re fighting might be a clue.”

“Eh?”

“Oh, those two have had some very public meltdowns, you know. In fact, I’m amazed that they’re still together. I suspect it’s that Hufflepuff loyalty thing taken to ridiculous extremes,” she explained.

“That’s all well and good, but Hannah is still with the bugger, isn’t she? Not to mention that there is no guarantee that she’ll even want to be with me even if they do split up!”

Both Harry and Ginny burst out laughing, much to Neville’s surprise.

“Nev, mate, you’re blind. That time we shagged Hannah and Susan, any fool could see that Hannah was having the time of her life. Remember when she when she said something about wanting ‘my’ Neville back? Think about how emotional she got when she explained she couldn’t be with you afterwards, too.”

“She steals glances at you whenever she thinks no one is looking,” Ginny added. “Unfortunately, she doesn’t seem to have a clue as to when anyone is looking at her, even her boyfriend! Trust me, Neville, that girl is really into you.”

“So, do you think she will break up with Macmillan?” he asked hopefully.

“Yeah, pretty soon I should imagine,” Ginny confirmed. “So, if you’re prepared to wait for Hannah then I guess I’m prepared to wait for Harry to become my boyfriend, too. As long as he doesn’t continue his mission to shag every witch in the castle.”

“No, I’m happy to wait to be with you, too,” Harry confirmed, looking at the lovely little redhead and thinking how marvellous it would be for her to be his exclusively. Mind you, if he could convince her to have a threesome with him and Luna that would be even better!

“Great. So all we have to do is wait for Hannah to wise up and give Macmillan the old heave-ho and everything will be great!” Ginny announced brightly.

“Yeah… so, Ginny,” Neville began, looking at Harry meaningfully, “until Hannah does see sense…”

Ginny looked at Harry who just grinned at her.

“Oh, bloody hell, okay!” she huffed. “Until Abbot dumps Macmillan I’ll carry on shagging both of you!”

“Fantastic!” Neville exclaimed. “Let’s do it on the rug in front of the fire next!”

“Wait! What? I didn’t think you meant right away!” she protested.

“Ginny, true Gryffindors are never satisfied just doing it once per night,” Harry sniffed.

Ginny looked at them both in turn before bursting out laughing.

“I guess you’re right,” she told them. “Okay, boys, I accept your challenge! You two lay on your backs on the rug and I’ll soon have those lovely big cocks of yours hard and ready to go!”

Harry and Neville quickly did as they were instructed and laid out on the rug. As Ginny wrapped her small hand around his rapidly-stiffening dick, Harry could only think what a bloody wonderful school Hogwarts really was.
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