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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 9

AN

We’re rapidly heading towards the end of this story with only one more chapter after this one to go. The trouble is, I’m struggling to find time to complete that last chapter as, while most of the rest of the world is in lockdown, I’m listed as a key worker and I am still travelling to and from work every day, not to mention I’m working flat out trying to help businesses that face ruin due to the current situation. We’re living in strange times, my friends.

Anyway, readers of this story will notice that one House has been under-represented in this tale. What of the House of Snakes I hear you cry (in my head). Time for a little green and silver action!

Harry and Neville rose late the next morning wearing identical smiles. They greeted their roommate, Ron Weasley, especially warmly, causing him to eye them suspiciously. Of course, he had no idea that the two of them had spent the best part of the previous evening fucking his little sister but that was probably all for the best.

After washing and dressing, the two friends made their way down to the Great Hall in search of breakfast. As they had risen late, the hall was nowhere near as crowded as usual although being a Saturday there were still quite a few people lingering over their morning meal. The boys took their usual seats at the Gryffindor table and helped themselves to a somewhat larger breakfast then they would have normally indulged in. They had, after all, expended rather a lot of energy the previous night.

Just as they were tucking into their well-earned meal, a small, attractive redhead sauntered to the table and sat down opposite them. She then stole a sausage from Harry’s plate and began to eat it in a very promiscuous manner.

“Morning boys,” Ginny greeted them. “Slept well?”

“Very well,” Harry confirmed. “How are you this fine morning, Miss Weasley?”

“Apart from walking bow-legged and having trouble sitting down? Apart from that, I’m bloody marvellous.”

The three of them chuckled as they remembered the events of the previous evening. The second time with Ginny had been even better than the first if that was possible. The two boys had fucked the little redhead in every hole she had repeatedly until she was a gibbering, sweaty mess. They’d then shot their surprisingly large loads all over her face and body, and then stood and watched in awe as she rubbed the sticky discharge all over her creamy skin, moaning and writhing as she did so. Harry wasn’t surprised to find that he was getting a stiffy just thinking about her laying there, covered in their spunk and begging for more.

“So, have you heard the big news of the day?” she asked, rousing the boys from their filthy daydreams.

“No, what?”

“There was a major bust-up in the Hufflepuff common room last night. Several first years even fled the room as Hexes where flying. Can you guess who was fighting?”

“Hannah and Ernie?” Neville asked hopefully.

“Yeah, Susan Bones and Justin, too. Apparently, the boys accused Susan and Hannah of being unfaithful and it ended up in a fight. All four of them had to report to Professor Sprout’s office this morning.”

“Do you think this is finally the end of their relationship?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure about that,” Ginny told him. “I saw the four of them after they had been roasted by Sprout and they looked like they were all apologising to each other. Still, I would measure it in days rather than weeks before they break up.”

“Well, if it doesn’t happen before next Friday the three of us have a standing appointment in the Come and Go Room. Do you remember agreeing to that last night, Ginny?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, I remember. I guess I’d better build my strength up in anticipation, hadn’t I?” she replied and stole another sausage from Harry’s plate.

In the end, the planned threesome didn’t go ahead as Neville received another plea from Hermione for some ‘stress relief’. It came as a surprise to all of them as the girl had been spending a lot of time with Ginny’s brother after he’d broken up with Lavender Brown and they’d all assumed the two of them were now a couple. Apparently not, as Grange stated bitterly that Ron ‘hadn’t grown the balls to ask her out’, which said something about the bushy-haired girl’s frustration that she should resort to language like that.

Neville hadn’t felt able to turn down the request but, he told Harry, he was going to make it clear to Hermione that this was the last time. He cited their growing distance but Harry suspected that his friend just didn’t want any complications if Hannah did suddenly become free.

Left to their own devices that Friday night, Harry and Ginny found a quiet, out of the way classroom and liberally applied Locking, Silencing and Anti-Detection Charms. They then Conjured a mattress and quickly shed their clothes.

It was that night that Harry realised that Ginny truly was the girl for him. Not only was she beautiful, fiery and funny, she was also passionate. Bloody passionate. As soon as their last garment was removed they leapt at each other and went to it like a pair of wild animals. In the space of a few hours, they fucked no less than four times, each time as frenzied and zealous as the last. Harry made it a mission to make the redhead cum as many times as he could and his task was made easier by the fact he found her g-spot early in the proceedings. Half a dozen times he licked and fingered her to completion, leaving her sobbing with joy and clutching at him as her body shook.

Ginny gave as good as she got, however, and she seemed to take a delight in sucking his cock. Her big, brown eyes seemed to blaze with desire as she lovingly ran her tongue over his rock-hard member, before taking it into her mouth and purring like it was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted. Twice he’d ejaculated into her mouth and both times she’d gobbled up his cum and licked her lips afterwards. By the time they staggered back to the common room, they were a pair of very satisfied Gryffindors indeed.

Naturally, the very next day Neville would suggest that they indulge in the postponed threesome that night. All he would say was that his night with Hermione had been ‘disappointing’ and the girl’s mind was evidently elsewhere. She had, however, willingly agreed that their sessions should end and they parted on good terms. The experience had left him, however, somewhat frustrated and he was eager to quench his unsated lust. Ginny despite being tired from her own exploits with Harry the previous night was a trooper and agreed to Neville’s request.

That evening, the three of them made their way to the Come and Go Room again where, by popular demand, Ginny performed her striptease act for the boys again before they ripped their clothes off and fell on her like hungry wolves.

Later, Harry mused that the threesome was a strangely different experience than having Ginny on her own. Of course, the girl got double penetrated to within an inch of her life, taking cock in her pussy and arsehole while she came and came again. Harry and Neville both spunked over her until she looked like someone had emptied a bucket of wallpaper paste over her head. By the time they’d finished, Neville had no more complaints and Ginny could barely walk. In fact, Harry had carried her back to the common room while she snuggled her head into his shoulder.

Frustratingly, while the battles continued between the two buxom Hufflepuff ladies and their boyfriends, they steadfastly refused to dump the moaning gits. Neville watched the arguments rage over at the other House’s dinner table with his fingers crossed, but, no matter how close it seemed to be that Hannah would free herself of Ernie Macmillan, it never quite came off.

It was after several weeks of this that another strange event occurred which resulted in both Harry and Neville tasting fresh meat and, oddly enough, Ginny was the cause of it. It all started one evening when the three of them were in the library completing their homework and generally enjoying each other’s company.

Their peace was suddenly interrupted by a young, dark-haired girl who stormed into the area they were sitting in and angrily took the seat next to the group. The girl, however, completely ignored the three of them and instead just glared at the tabletop as if she was willing it to burst into flames.

Harry, Neville and Ginny all exchanged curious glances. The girl was well known to them all. Her name was Pansy Parkinson and she was a pure-blood Slytherin. The House of Snakes had not fared well during the war against Voldemort and many prominent families with association to the House were wiped out. Only now, nearly fifteen years after the final battle was Slytherin House recovering its numbers, if not its status. Parkinson was generally held, along with Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, to be one of its most unpleasant members and still even dared to occasionally spout racist bullshit about Muggleborns and their like. This did, however, generally earn those spouting such offensive crap a good Hexing, so most Slytherins kept their own counsel and their mouths shut.

Pansy’s presence there was strange because of two things; firstly, she normally avoided Gryffindors like the plague and never dreamed of sitting anywhere near one and, secondly, she was rarely seen without the company of Draco Malfoy. Clearly, something unusual was going on here. Unable to suppress his curiosity, Harry decided to get her attention.

“So, Parkinson, what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?”

Pansy genuinely jumped out of her seat and looked around her wildly. It seemed to take a few seconds before she registered where she was and who she was sitting next to.

“Mind your own business, Potter,” she snapped.

“Well, as you are practically sitting with us, I thought it was,” he pointed out mildly.

The dark-haired girl just glared at him.

“Oh, I think I know what’s going on,” Ginny said suddenly. “If I were to guess, I think Pansy here has just learnt something that has made her very angry.”

Harry and Neville exchange a puzzled look but neither of them had a clue as to what Ginny was talking about.

“Bog off, Weasley,” Pansy spat. “What do you know about anything?”

“I bet you a Galleon that I know what’s got you so pissed off,” the redhead retorted. “You’ve just heard something about Draco Malfoy that has made you want to stab out his eyeballs and crush them under your heels, haven’t you?”

Parkinson said nothing but just glared at Ginny in fury.

“What, has Draco come out and admitted he’s gay?” Neville chuckled.

“Oh, worse than that, Nev,” Ginny told him. “I suspect he’s just admitted he’s betrothed.”

Harry turned his head and looked at Parkinson in confusion. The anguish that he saw there suggested that his soon-to-be girlfriend had hit the nail on the head but he was missing something. Betrothal was still a common practice amongst pure-bloods so he was unsure what had made Pansy so angry.

“How the bloody hell did you know that, Weasley?” Parkinson demanded, her pain turning to anger in a second.

“Pansy, dear, most of the school has known Malfoy was betrothed to Astoria Greengrass since last year! It’s common knowledge, almost.”

“What? I don’t believe it! If everyone knew then someone would have told me! No one in my own House would have betrayed me like that!” Pansy wailed.

“Err, I think most of the Slytherin seniors thought it was a great joke,” Ginny explained, looking slightly embarrassed. “In fact, I think you’ll find there was a book running on when you’d find out. Someone has probably made a lot of money today.”

“I’m definitely missing something here,” Neville exclaimed, echoing Harry’s thoughts.

“Bloody hell, you boys are thick as two, short planks!” Ginny gasped. “Think about it. Pansy here has been at Draco’s side practically since he started here at Hogwarts. Imagine how she feels to discover that the boy she was practically welded to at the hip is going to marry someone else.”

“Oh, right,” Harry acknowledged lamely. “Still, he’s no great loss, right? Surely you can do better than that blond ponce?”

“I’m sure I could, but that’s not the issue here!” Pansy snarled. “I was instructed by my family to get close to Malfoy even as far back as my first year! His father might be dead but the House of Malfoy is still wealthy and influential, not to mention they would be looking for a suitable witch to carry on the family line. My mission was to influence Draco so my name would be on the betrothal agreement and the little shit has betrayed me!”

“Ah, I get it. The Parkinson’s didn’t come out of the last war too well, did they?” Neville said.

“Too bloody right! They supported that half-blood tosser Voldemort and what did we get for our trouble? Most of our senior family members dead, our influence in the Ministry shattered and virtually all our wealth seized. Meanwhile, the bloody Malfoys, the Dark Lord’s biggest supporters, get to keep their big estate and most of their money! True, Draco’s dad was killed but so were a lot of other people. It’s not fair!”

“What I don’t understand is how Astoria got the drop on you,” Ginny said. “I mean, you and Draco were inseparable but I don’t recall seeing him with Greengrass even once. What happened?”

“We were stupid,” Pansy moaned. “I went after Draco thinking he would have a greater say in who he was going to marry but what we should have been doing was buttering up his mother! The bloody Greengrass’s approached Narcissa directly and won her approval. All those years surprising my own needs and desires just to stay on the right side of Draco, all for nothing!”

Dimly, Harry started to understand Parkinson’s frustration. Slytherin was a very different House to the other three and tended to adhere to what was loosely termed ‘the old ways’. This meant that betrothals were quite common, however, they were not normally put in place until the participants had either finished school or, at the earliest, were in their last year. Knowing that such a fate awaited many of them, the pure-blood pupils tended to fully utilise their school years to sow their wild oats and experience as many partners as they could before marriage was forced upon them.

Pansy, however, had not had that opportunity. Ordered by her family to secure a betrothal agreement from the Malfoys, she had dedicated herself to Draco at the exclusion of all others, only to have her loyalty thrown back in her face. He’d never really liked the girl but, Harry had to admit, she’d really been given the shitty end of the stick.

“Well, I wouldn’t worry too much,” he said trying to offer her some comfort. “You still have a few years left at Hogwarts and now you’re free of Draco you can enjoy them properly.”

“Which would be fine but, in case you haven’t noticed, Slytherin is still by far the smallest House in Hogwarts and most of the desirable males have girlfriends. I expect most of their families already know who they’re going to be partnered with in the future and have been nudging them in that direction. I’m going to end up single and frustrated!”

“There are plenty more eligible boys in the other three Houses, many of them are pure-bloods, too,” Ginny pointed out. “You just have to widen your vision a bit, not to mention drop this whole ‘pure-bloods rule, Muggles droll,’ malarkey.”

“Perhaps, but all the really decent guys are in Slytherin. Besides, everyone now has me marked as Draco’s whore and it will take some doing to shift that image. By Slytherin’s beard, I could just Hex that blond bastard! He was completely unrepentant when I confronted him and even offered to keep me on as his mistress! Bastard!”

“Hmm, it sounds like you need to take your revenge,” Ginny noted smoothly.

“Oh, I’ll get my own back if it’s the last thing I do! I swear, I’ll Curse him so bad…”

“That you’ll get thrown out of school,” the redhead interrupted. “The Malfoy’s still have loads of money and influence on the School Board. Tackle him head-on and you’ll be out on your ear.”

“Have you got a better idea, Weasley?” Pansy snapped, seemingly accepting of Ginny’s logic.

“I think you need to show him what he’s missed out on,” Ginny suggested. “How about I suggest a way that you would not only piss off Draco royally but also shed the image that you’re his tart overnight. You could have a bit of fun while you’re at it, too!”

“Just how would I do that?”

“Tell me, within this school, which House does Draco despise the most?”

“Why, you Gryffindors, of course.”

“Absolutely. So, imagine that you took up with a Gryffindor that would upset him, right? He’s such an immature little twat that he’s bound to get jealous, particularly if you provided evidence that you’d got six bells shagged out of you. If you let it get around that you’d done someone from our House, too, that would make many people look at you differently, I’ll bet. No one would call you Draco’s pet after that.”

“Okay, okay, there’s so much wrong with that I don’t know where to start!” Pansy gasped. “Shag a Gryffindor? Yeah, I’m really going to pull anyone from your House after the way I’ve been forced to act these last few years. Besides, how do I provide evidence that I’ve got laid? Short of getting fucked in front of him, I don’t know how I’m going to do that. He’s bound to just dismiss any rumours as just gossip.”

“What we do, my dear Miss Parkinson, is use a camera to record you getting some Gryffindor dick. Just imagine the scene; you’re lounging in the Slytherin common room as Malfoy happens to walk by. He notices that you’re looking at some photographs with a big smile on your face and, knowing that git, he’ll demand to know what you’re looking at. You, in turn, show them to him and he gets to see you getting your brains fucked out by a hated member of Gryffindor! He’d go ballistic!”

“Alright, I can see that would piss him off and I’m not above using sex as a weapon. The trouble is, who could I persuade to do it with me? He'd have to be pretty proficient in the sack and someone Draco would recognise. Do you know anyone who would be prepared to do it with me that would be suitable? Come to think of it, we’d need someone to take the pictures, too.”

“No, Pansy, not one, but two!” Ginny announced, slapping Harry and Neville on the shoulder. “These two hunks have already have proven reputation has the finest cock merchants in the whole of Hogwarts. Just imagine if Draco sees you taking two Gryffindor dicks at the same time! As for the pictures, I’m happy to take them.”

Pansy was not the only person at the table whose jaw dropped. Both Harry and Neville’s eyes bulged at the thought of being volunteered to fuck Parkinson by Ginny. Was she serious?

“Are you serious?” Pansy demanded. “I thought one of these two was your boyfriend, or are you shagging both of them?”

“Well, put it this way, I can confirm that both of them are well equipped from personal experience,” Ginny purred. “That said, we’re not exclusive and I really like the idea of Malfoy being taken down a notch or two. He’s made enough crude passes at me over the years, even when he was with you.”

“Bastard,” Parkinson spat. “I’m still not sure about this idea of yours, though. If these photographs were spread around it could cause me all sorts of problems and I’m not sure I’d trust you to take them.”

“Use your own camera,” Ginny suggested with a shrug. “I’d just be the operator and you could do what you like with the resultant footage.”

Pansy stared at her hard before suddenly turning on the boys.

“What about you two? What do you think of all this?”

Harry glanced at Ginny who faintly nodded.

“I guess I’m up for anything that will piss off Draco Malfoy,” he told her. “Besides, I quite like the idea of becoming a porn star.”

“Yeah, I’ll do it, too,” Neville agreed. “I’m pretty certain the Harry and I can rock your world, Parkinson.”

“Hmm, we’ll see about that,” the dark-haired girl said dismissively. “I’ll have to think about this. Give me a few days and I’ll let you know.”

And with that, Pansy stood up and hurried out the library, admittedly in a much more composed state than when she’d entered. Harry immediately turned to his soon-to-be girlfriend.

“What was all that about, Ginny?” he demanded. “Do you seriously want me to fuck that Slytherin bitch?”

“Oh, yeah. In fact, I want you and Neville to totally fucking destroy her,” Ginny confirmed. “I mean, I would never have suggested this if we were actually together but, until then, I want you to fuck that cow up the arse and then for her to show Malfoy the photos of her coated in Gryffindor cum. That little shit really has come onto me more times than I can count. Besides, this might actually be good for Pansy and teach her that the Slytherin way isn’t always the best way.”

“I bet she doesn’t go for it,” Neville said. “Shame, actually. I really wouldn’t have minded giving her one up the arse.”

“Never underestimate a girl out for revenge,” Ginny told him. “I’ll lay odds that you’ll get to sample some Slytherin snatch pretty soon.”

As always, Ginny Weasley was right.

Harry, Ginny, and Neville lounged at the top of the seventh-floor landing awaiting the arrival of a certain dark-haired Slytherin girl. Pansy had passed on a message to them that she was willing to go through with Ginny’s plan mere hours after their meeting in the library. Everything was set up for the following evening and the Gryffindors had arrived early to create the Come and Go Room as they hadn’t wanted the secrets of this marvellous place to be known to anyone in the House of Snakes.

They hadn’t been waiting long when the distinctive sounds of a pair of high-heels came to them. Pansy appeared shortly afterwards, dressed in her school uniform and carrying a camera.

“Be careful with it, it’s extremely expensive,” Pansy growled, shoving the device into Ginny’s hands. “Know how to use it?”

“Yeah. It’s not exactly difficult, is it?”

“Good. Well, you said you knew of a suitable place we could use although I can’t think of anywhere up here.”

“Right this way, Miss Parkinson,” Neville said, gesturing down the corridor. They soon reached the door they had created to the Come and Go Room which obviously took Pansy by surprise.

The four of them entered. Harry saw that his friend had requested a space not unlike the one they used whenever they went two-on-one with Ginny. The only difference was that there was that the space they normally used was especially well lit today, no doubt to aid photography. Neville really did think of everything.

“Remember, I’m only doing this to get even with Draco, so don’t get any funny ideas,” Pansy announced as soon as the door was closed.

“Absolutely not,” Harry agreed. “We promise not to enjoy ourselves while we’re shagging you.”

“Funny. Alright, how are we going to do this?”

“I think we need a few setup shots,” Ginny announced. “You know, basic shots of you snogging these two and getting felt up a bit. That way it will be clear that it’s a pair of Gryffindors that you’re doing.”

“I suppose so,” Pansy agreed with a faintly dismissive tone.

“Okay, Harry and Neville, you’re up. I want you either side of Pansy, then I want you to start kissing her as you run your hands over her body. Make it look like you can’t wait to fuck her, got it?”

“Sure,” Neville confirmed and the two boys took up position. Pansy was suddenly aware of how much taller the pair of them were as she was effectively sandwiched between them. Then they bent down and started to kiss her.

Oddly, neither of them went for her lips, instead preferring to bombard her neck and jawline with smouldering kisses. Their hands soon began to wander over her body, too, roughly feeling her through her blouse and skirt. Strong fingers caressed her breasts and buttocks as the boys’ hot breath on her neck made her shiver in anticipation. She was already more turned-on than Draco had ever managed to make her feel.

A mouth captured her earlobe and gently began to suck it, making her tremble. A moment later, she heard Potter’s voice whisper in her ear.

“We’re going to fuck you senseless, Pansy. Are you ready to take a pair of big Gryffindor cocks ‘cos we’re going to shaft you in every hole you have and leave you covered in gallons of spunk.”

“You’re going to cum so many times you’ll start seeing spots before your eyes,” Longbottom added in her other ear. “We’re going to make you our little Slytherin whore and fuck you until the cows come home.”

Pansy felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Draco had always affected an air of boredom while they had sex and most certainly would never have uttered anything quite as lustful to her. While she had attempted to do the same, she was rapidly finding her walls were crumbling as the two hunky Gryffindor greedily ran their hands over her body.

“Okay, that’s enough setup shots,” Weasley declared suddenly. “Now, I think we need a few shots that show that Parkinson is running the show, even if she isn’t really. Harry and Neville: strip off. Oh, leave your ties on, boys, we need to show that you’re Gryffindors, don’t we.”

Desperately, Pansy tried not to look shocked as the two young men began to obey Ginny’s instruction without any hesitation. Almost against her will, eyes drifted over to where Potter and Longbottom were disrobing. She gulped. While Slytherin wizards viewed physical exercise as something beneath them, it was clear these Gryffindors did not. Potter was lean and muscular, with not an ounce of fat on his body. Longbottom was bulkier and looked to be strong, no doubt to all the gardening work he was supposed to do. Either way, they were both a million times more attractive than Draco with his kit off.

Then they removed their underwear.

For some reason, Pansy had expected them to make more a show of removing their undergarments, but they were whipped off just like the rest of their clothing. They then replaced their school ties around their necks and stood before her, displaying their wares.

Proudly displayed was the biggest pair of cocks she’d ever seen.

Admittedly, her experience in these matters was sadly lacking having been forced to fawn over Malfoy since she got to Hogwarts, but she was certain that both the members that faced her now were much larger than average, and they weren’t even fully erect yet! They hung between the boys’ legs at half-mast, like huge reptiles waiting to devour her. For the first time, Pansy started to wonder if she had the courage to do this.

“Right, you two,” Weasley began, clearly in complete control, “as you were before, but this time start to remove Pansy’s clothing as you go.”

Before she knew what was happening, the two naked Gryffindor males had sandwiched her between them and were again running their hands all over her body. A strange smell filled the air and she realised it was the aroma of her own arousal. She’d been so distracted by Potter and Longbottom stripping that she hadn’t noticed her knickers slowly becoming sodden. She also started to tremble at their touch, the excitement building within her as their rough hands groped at her.

Potter was first to start to remove her clothing, unbuttoning her blouse quickly and efficiently. Longbottom’s lips attacked her bare neck as she felt his hands start to work on her skirt. Together, they worked as an efficient team and it was only moments before she found herself standing in her underwear.

Knowing what was happening today, she’d picked her clothing with especial care. Her matching bra and panty set was in Slytherin green with silver trim, an affectation that had amused Draco when he’d seen it, but didn’t seem to even register with her two new lovers. Instead, Potter just pulled the right cup of her bra down and began to lightly massage her breast roughly. Longbottom slipped his hand down the front of her knickers and she gasped as his fingers made contact with her soaking pussy.

“Wow, you’re wet, aren’t you?” he whispered. “You’re really desperate for some Gryffindor cock, aren’t you, Pansy?”

Pansy couldn’t speak as the young man’s fingers started to penetrate the folds of her sex. His strong hand began to rub her clit which caused to her gasp out loud. Potter, in the meantime, not satisfied with merely fondling her tits had by now pulled her bra off and bent down to capture one of her rock-hard nipples in his mouth. He began to suckle her hard as his hands caressed her naked flesh.

Her remaining clothes were virtually ripped from her body as the Gryffindor boys ravaged her with their mouths and hands. As Longbottom began to pump her pussy with his fist, Pansy felt Potter slip a single finger into her arsehole. This was no issue for her particularly, Draco had taken her up the backside enough times, but it did mean she was being double penetrated which was definitely not something she was used to. With Harry still sucking on her nipples and Neville raining hot kisses over her neck, it was all she could do to remain standing. Fortunately, Weasley soon addressed that issue.

“Right, I think you’ve warmed her up enough now, boys, that means it’s time for Parkinson to discover what Gryffindor cock tastes like. On your knees, Pansy,” the girl ordered.

As the two boys released her, Pansy dropped to her knees, although it was more to do with the lack of strength in them than any desire to carry out Ginny’s orders. She had never been so turned on in her life and her whole body was shaking. With a trembling hand, she ran her fingers over her own erect nipples, amazed at how hard they were. At that moment, Longbottom chose to step forward with his cock in his hand, approaching until the tip of his swollen weapon was less than an inch from her mouth. Without even thinking about it, Pansy lunged forward and began to suck it.

Sweet Merlin, this was a big dick, she thought as she greedily tried to stuff as much of it into her mouth as possible. Never before had she feasted on a cock this large and she began to imagine what it would feel like in her pussy. She was about to reach down and start to rub herself when a hand closed over hers and guided it to another rock-hard dick. At his urging, Pansy began to slowly wank Potter’s cock while sucking Longbottom’s enthusiastically.

“Swop over,” Weasley urged her after a while. Pansy stared at the girl having momentarily forgotten she was there. Ginny was busy with the camera and Pansy was suddenly reminded that this was all being recorded for future viewing. The idea that she could watch herself sucking these magnificent cocks was a massive turn-on and she grinned evilly at the camera. Then, purposefully, she turned her head and accepted Potter’s dick into her mouth.

Feeling deliciously wicked, Pansy took turns in sucking and licking the two straining dicks. They felt so unbelievably hard in her hands and the idea that she would shortly be taking one of them inside her made her tremble with anticipation. Surely Weasley had enough shots of her blowing the boys, hadn’t she? Then, as if the redhead could read minds, the order came that she had been waiting for.

“You know what, boys? I think it’s time Pansy started getting fucked. Hmm, it’s your turn to go first, isn’t it, Neville?”

“I do believe it is,” the blond-haired boy agreed with a grin. “How do you want us to do this?”

“On your back, Nev,” Ginny instructed. “That way I can get some great shots of her riding your dick.”

Neville eagerly obeyed her instructions and laid on his back with his dick in his hand. Feeling decidedly strange, Pansy straddled him before dropping down onto her knees. A moment later, she felt the bulbous head of the boys cock pressing against her entrance.

“Oh, fuuuuuck!” she gasped as he thrust himself suddenly into her. Compared to Draco’s miserable little member, Longbottom’s was like a tree-trunk. For a brief moment, she panicked, thinking she couldn’t take his girth inside her but her body rapidly adapted and she could accept it.

Pansy paused, her hands on Neville’s broad chest as she hesitated, with around half his length up her cunt. Gathering her courage, she let herself drop down, taking more of the thick shaft up her dripping wet pussy.

“Oh, Pansy, your pussy is so tight!” Neville gasped. For her part, Pansy found herself unable to speak, such was the intense feeling of need building inside her. Sweet Merlin, she needed this.

They began to fuck. It was a simple thing to say, but Pansy was completely unprepared for what was happening to her. Neville filled her completely, his cock rubbing against her inner walls as he thrust into her and seemingly finding all her sensitive spots at once. His hands firmly grasped her breasts with his thumbs caressing her hard, swollen nipples.

“Like that, don’t you, Pansy?” Weasley taunted as she danced around them, the camera clicking constantly.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Pansy growled before looking down into Neville’s eyes. “Fuck me hard, Longbottom! Give me every inch of your dick!”

The boy just grinned and began to thrust himself into her even faster, much to her delight. If this had been Draco, he would probably have been done by now, but Neville was ten times the man the sad little ferret was.

Suddenly, Potter was there, too, standing to one side and offering his huge cock to her. Almost panting with desire, Pansy grabbed his hips and took his dick into her mouth. She could taste the faint saltiness of his pre-cum which only excited her more. As she dragged her tongue over the engorged helmet of Potter’s throbbing member, it suddenly occurred to Pansy just how much she was enjoying this. Only now was she beginning to appreciate just how crap her sex-life had been up to this point.

“Okay, boys, change over,” Weasley ordered.

With her whole body trembling and her loins aching for release, Pansy suddenly found her herself pushed down onto her hands and knees. Neville appeared before her, cock in hand, and shuffled forward until his helmet was rubbing up against her lips. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth allowed entry to his magnificent manhood. It occurred to her that just seconds before this dick had been buried deep in her cunt and she could taste what she assumed was her own juices. She had barely registered this fact when she felt a pair of strong hands grip her waist and an equally large cock slid into her pussy.

Very quickly, Potter started to demonstrate that he was just as much of a master when it came to fucking as his friend was. In this position, the dark-haired young man was able to screw her even harder than Longbottom had done and Pansy soon found herself about to lose control. The pressure was building inside her rapidly and she wanted to cum so badly it hurt. Fortunately, with Harry’s huge cock stretching the walls of her pussy like she’d never experienced before, Pansy didn’t think release would be long in coming.

With her head about to explode from pleasure, Pansy pulled Neville’s dripping cock from her mouth and wailed like a banshee. Potter seemed intent on fucking her to death and she could feel herself trembling with anticipation. Slowly, all too slowly, the pressure built until her eyes bulged and her body shook violently. Then, at long last, she came.

“FUUUUUUCCK!” she screamed as ecstasy consumed her. Her arms gave way and she pressed her face into the soft carpet as she spasmed repeatedly. Not that Potter cared, he kept ramming his over-sized cock into her without mercy, prolonging her orgasm and reducing her to a blubbering mess.

“Give her a sec, Harry,” she dimly heard Weasley say and she felt him withdraw from inside her. She felt oddly empty without his dick being thrust into her.

“You okay?” Neville asked.

“Are all orgasms meant to be that powerful?” Pansy slurred, trying to get her eyes to focus.

“Ha, ha!” Weasley told her while kneeling beside her and giving her a hand to rise to her knees. “I wouldn’t count on it. You’ve just been fucked by two of the finest cock-masters in Hogwarts. If all you’ve been used to is doing Malfoy for the last few years, these boys will come as something of a shock to the system.”

“Bugger. Did I miss out,” she moaned as her heart rate began to return to normal.

“Well, you’re making up for lost time. Do you guys need some water? I’ll summon the elves if you do?”

The consensus was that they all needed a drink, so one of the house elves was called and quickly returned with a tray laden with a jug of iced water and four glasses. They all drank gratefully while Pansy pondered if she shouldn’t be offended that the little creature was seeing her naked. As the elf didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, she decided that she wasn’t either. No sooner had she finished her drink then task-master Weasley ordered them back to it.

“Okay, Harry, you’re flat on your back and Pansy, you mount him. Neville, I have a special job for you.”

A little warily, Pansy straddled the grinning Harry Potter and groaned as he again slid his cock deep into her. Rather than the frantic pace they’d set before, however, he slowly screwed her, his hands grasping her buttocks to control the speed.

“Mmm, that feels so good,” Pansy moaned. Truly, being fucked like this was a new experience and she was loving it. It was only when something cold and sticky started to drip into her arse crack did she find her bliss being interrupted. “Fuck, what was that?”

“Don’t worry, Pansy dear, it’s just a bit of lubrication,” Weasley assured her.

“Wait a minute,” she gasped as a finger began to massage the gooey substance into her anus, “you don’t mean that one of these two guys is going to fuck me up the arse?”

“You’re a pureblood. You should be used to it.”

“I am, I mean, Draco did it to me all the time, but he isn’t hung like a centaur, is he?” she protested.

“Don’t worry, Pansy, I’ll be gentle,” Longbottom told her as she felt him grasp her butt cheeks from behind and pull them open. A moment later, she felt the head of his lethal weapon press against her rear entrance.

“No, wait, I… Aaaaaagggh!” she screamed as the blond boy thrust his oversized dick up her arse. The pain was sharp and intense but mercifully faded quickly.

“You in, mate?” Potter asked his friend.

“Yeah, fuck, Pansy, your arsehole is tight! Draco really must have a tiny cock if he hasn’t stretched you more than this!”

“Oh, fuck! I can’t believe I have two such big cocks in me,” Pansy moaned as she tried to get used to the feeling. In truth, she felt her mind was melting and she couldn’t believe what was happening to her.

“Don’t worry, Pansy, I was much the same when they first double-penetrated me,” Weasley assured. “You’ll soon get used to it and it will be the most amazing thing that you’ve ever experienced. Okay, boys, I think she’s had enough time to adjust, start fucking her!”

In later years, when she looked back at this moment, Pansy was fairly sure she screamed out loud the moment the two Gryffindor boys started to ram their massive cocks into her holes, but whatever pain she experienced was soon overcome by the sensations of intense pleasure that washed over her body. From that moment, Pansy Parkinson became a convert to being double-shafted and would spend the rest of her life hunting down well-hung men willing to fill both her holes. She would prove surprisingly successful in her quest.

As she lay there, sandwiched between Potter and Longbottom, everything changed for her. Gone were her previous narrow-minded views on blood purity and status, replaced with the single-minded desire for pleasure. Never again would she sneer at a fellow student just because he was a Muggleborn or a Half-blood. Instead, she would examine them closely and try to ascertain whether they had a monster lurking in their trousers.

During that session, Pansy lost count of how many orgasms she had. In fact, as the boys fucked her in perfect synch, she seemed to experience one long, drawn-out wave of intense pleasure that made her shiver and shake uncontrollably, not to mention make her scream and beg for them not to stop. The deeper they thrust their huge cocks into her willing holes, the better it felt. She dimly remembered Weasley urging her to face the camera and her flicking a V for victory sign at the lens, but other than that her mind shut down and hung an ‘out to lunch’ sign on her brain.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end and she became aware that both her lovers were slowing their pace. All three of them were sweaty and gasping for breath by this point, and Pansy could feel her juices dripping out of her pussy.

“You about ready to pop, mate?” Neville asked his friend.

“Bloody right,” Harry confirmed in a laboured voice.

“Great, we’re ready for the money-shot,” Weasley exclaimed. “Pansy, I want you on your knees with your mouth open. You’re about to discover just how yummy a mouthful of Gryffindor spunk is. Boys, I want you to coat this little Slytherin whore in your jizz. All over her face and plenty in her mouth, too. Got it?”

“Our pleasure,” Neville agreed, wearily rising to his feet.

Pansy soon found herself kneeling between the two boys as they enthusiastically wanked their straining cocks. Both of them were red-faced and panting like dogs, looking like they were ready to cum at any moment. She turned her head back and forth, trying to figure out which of them would cum first. It proved to be a dead heat.

She just had time to close her eyes before two separate blasts of spunk exploded over her face. Her mouth had been partially open and a significant amount of the hot, sticky fluid ended up in it although this was nothing new to her. Malfoy had liked her to suck him off and she’d swallowed enough of his jizz over the years. Wanting to make this look good, she opened her jaw wider and allowed a second jet of cum to be shot directly over her tongue. More of the stuff hit the side of her face and was probably dripping from her hair. Harry and Neville were definitely doing their best to drench her in their discharge!

After several more blast had thoroughly soaked her, she felt her head being pulled to one side and a cock demanding entrance to her already cum-filled mouth. She managed to swallow most of it before taking the sticky head of what she assumed was Neville’s cock in her mouth. Moaning slightly, she licked the last of his creamy fluid from it, intent on claiming every last drop from the young man.

“Oh, great shot!” Pansy heard Weasley exclaim. “Brilliant! Wow, you boys must have been saving all that cum up especially for her. Okay, back away now, you two. I want some shots of Pansy dripping in spunk. Open your eyes, Pansy.”

Wiping great globs of cream from her eyes, Pansy managed to open them as instructed and blinked as the small redhead darted about whilst clicking away furiously on her camera. Wanting to give the girl some good shots, she held up her hand and let the cum drip from her fingers and onto her outstretched tongue. She then paused for a moment before closing her mouth and swallowing. With a wicked grin on her face, Pansy used her finger to wipe around her lips.

“Okay, babe, that’s brilliant!” Ginny enthused. “I think we need one final shot. Boys, close up again so your cocks are back in the picture. Pansy, I want you to plant a kiss on both of their dicks before waving goodbye at the camera. Got that?”

With barely a thought, Pansy wrapped her hands around the two offered cocks. Rather than a simple kiss, she instead ran her tongue lustfully down each shaft in turn, dragging her lips up and down the spunk-covered rods like they were the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. Then, with the two members wiggling in front of her face, she smiled at the camera before giving a delicate little wave. To round things off, she blew a kiss at the lens.

“Got it!” Weasley cried happily. “That was sensational. Trust me, Pansy, if Draco sees these pictures he’s going to cream his undies on the spot.”

“Excellent,” Pansy noted before flopping to the floor. “Damn it, you bloody boys nearly killed me!”

“Oh? I rather thought that you seemed to be enjoying yourself,” Potter replied with a grin.

“Yeah, I’ve never heard such language, Miss Parkinson!” Longbottom exclaimed. “And you a prefect and all.”

“Yeah, well, you try having an oversized tree trunk of a cock rammed up your arse and see how you like it,” she grumbled.

“Well, that’s my job as an official photographer finished. I’ll put your camera down over here for when you’re ready to collect it, Pansy,” Ginny told the girl. “In the meantime, here, I think you need this towel.”

Pansy took the offered fluffy towel gratefully and began to wipe her cum-splattered face. As she did so, she noticed something strange.

“Err, Weasley? Why are you taking your clothes off?” she asked.

“Oh, Pansy, you probably don’t realise,” Ginny started to explain. “These randy bastards never, ever just do it once. Give them a few moments and I bet these two will have hard cocks and be ready to start shagging again. This time, however, I don’t just want to be watching. So, ready to go again, Miss Parkinson?”

With her jaw hanging open, Pansy looked around and saw both Potter and Longbottom grinning at her. Both of them were massaging their semi-erect cocks in their hands and did indeed look like they would be ready for action shortly. She turned her head back to Weasley who had miraculously already shed all her clothing. The girl was even sexier than Pansy had imagined with her kit off and the wicked smile on the redhead’s lips suggested she was ready to play.

“You lot are going to be the death of me,” Pansy sighed. “Still, what a way to go.”

It was several hours before an exhausted Pansy Parkinson was able to make her way back to the Slytherin common room.
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