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Love in a Major Key	By : CountWestwest Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 20622 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Love in a Major Key

The harpsichord was striking the adagio in G major by Fiocco in the background as Harry and Ginny kissed and rolled around their bed. Their taste for baroque music while making love had started quite accidentally about a year before. Harry had just come across a baroque concert on the telly, when Ginny arrived home in a particularly randy mood.

Harry noticed that the beauty of his wife of three years seemed to be enhanced by the music as she disrobed, and her movements had become more sensuous without her even noticing. Ginny then noticed that the movement and pace of their lovemaking had become more rhythmic and less rushed.

It had been an unforgettable night, and that had prompted Harry to become an audiophile. He bought a high-end audio system and created CD's with their own personal favourites.

The music was low enough that it didn't drown out the natural sounds of their intimacy. Their moans, whispers, encouragements and endearments weren't hindered, nor were the sounds of their breathing, kissing or their flesh colliding made less arousing. It was in the lulls of their activity that sometimes a musical phrase of absolute beauty rose above their own carnal music, to lend the moment a magnificent poignancy.

Harry's middle finger was gently toying with the cleft of Ginny's pussy as he was ravishing her neck and breasts with kisses, when the thick and fragrant honey that started soaking his hand let him know that she was ready for more. He moved up and they exchanged an unrushed kiss that prolonged until they were both out of breath.

Ginny spread her legs, and she begged to be penetrated as the slow melody of the adagio from Corelli's Concerto Grosso Op. 6 no. 8 in G minor rose on the background. Harry moved languidly, like the melody of the strings, and kneeled reverentially at the foot of her pleasure mound.

Her young, well tended pussy had endured long and ardent bouts with his imposing manhood, but it still had a fresh and almost pristine appearance. The slit was narrow, and despite the relentless stretching that he had inflicted on her pussy lips, they remained tight and supple.

He stroked himself a couple of times, and brought the soaked head of his cock into a kiss with her pulsating nether lips. Just as he was about to breach the bud of her opening, there was a loud knocking at the door.

The two young lovers looked at each other alarmed as the knocking became more agitated and demanding. Harry got up and dried the the tip of his penis with the hand towel they kept on the night table for that purpose before putting on a light robe. Ginny was also quick to her feet, and she took the hand towel from his hand to dry her overly damp cunnie before putting on her dressing gown.

As they approached the door a familiar voice came from the other side of the threshold.

"Harry, Ginny, are you there?" called Hermione with a sob.

Harry became more alarmed and hurried to open the door. Vivaldi's "Tempesta di mare" started playing on the background as Hermione burst in with tears streaming down her blotchy face. She quickly walked past Harry and Ginny with a bewildered expression before turning to face them.

Harry took a few tentative steps toward her. "What's the matter, Hermione?" he asked with concern.

"I can't take it anymore. It's over between Ron and me," she said with finality and despair.

Ginny and Harry exchanged a knowing look. Neither of them had ever understood what Hermione had seen in Ron. Their bickering and fighting had subsided slightly before the wedding, but all their friends knew that things had become very difficult at the Weasley-Granger household after the honeymoon.

Ginny loved her brother, and Hermione could be quite difficult on her own right, but the redhead witch had no illusions about Ron. His insane jealousy of Harry often reared its ugly head, and on more than one occasion she had been sorely tempted to hex him. He could go on and on about how Harry's life was the epitome of undeserved perfection. Never mind that almost his entire family had been murdered, and that his only relatives had systematically abused him physically and mentally.

Hermione's shoulders sagged in defeat.

"I thought he would change... that I could change him," she explained. "My mother told me that marrying an improvement project was insanity, but I didn't want to listen. It's my fault. I now realize that Ron is who he is, and that I had no right to expect him to change.

"Do you know that he thinks that burping and farting at the table is funny?" she asked rhetorically with a sad smile. "He looks at me like I'm a nutter when I tell him that farting and burping stops being funny after you turn two years old. He leaves his clothes wherever he happens to take them off, and he leaves half-eaten food all over the house. If it wasn't for the pesticide charms, we would be overrun by rats and cockroaches."

Hermione sadness seemed to reach an even higher level.

"We haven't had sex in months," she said despondently looking at some far away point. "He's pants in bed, but at least before he made me feel wanted as a woman. Now I just feel ugly and undesirable."

Hermione wailed, and fresh tears made tracks on her cheeks. Harry approached and embraced her. She returned his embrace fiercely, crying on his shoulder as his strong arms tightened around her back. Sobs racked her body as she sought the comforting closeness of the only other man she had ever had feelings for.

"You are beautiful, Hermione," he whispered to her ear.

Harry was no longer erect, but his penis still retained most of its length and girth beneath the thin cotton robe. Hermione felt the bulky appendage against her tummy, and realized that Harry was completely naked under the robe.

She moved back with a sharp intake of breath and looked at Ginny, who was just a few steps away. The redhead was looking back at her full of sympathy, wearing only a very sexy and very short silk dressing gown.

"I interrupted you two," the brunette said horrified as she covered her mouth with her hand. "Please forgive me. I'll leave right away," she said taking a couple of decisive steps toward the door.

Ginny stepped in front of the older girl to stop her, and embraced her. "We're your friends, Hermione. You can stay here if you want to, and I'm glad you thought of us first at a time like this."

Hermione looked into the brown eyes of her beautiful friend, and found an expression of deep concern in her face. She felt a wave of gratitude as Harry approached and gently placed a hand on her back.

She had felt more love for her in those couple of minutes, than she had felt for months at home. The tears again poured out of her as Ginny tightened her embrace and shushed her.

The brunette was letting it all out, and again big sobs racked her body. It was as if she was cleansing herself of all the frustrations and pains she had been holding within. She was a couple of inches taller than the redhead, so the shorter girl had to look slightly up to let the palm of her hand tenderly remove the tears from her cheeks as the sobs started to subside. Their foreheads came together and she noticed that Ginny had shed a few tears for her.

"Are you better?" the younger girl asked softly.

The brunette nodded silently. Their cheeks were resting against each other and their chests were pressing together. The basso continuo of Pachelbel's Canon in d Minor filled the air with its wave like ostinato theme.

It started just as a show of gratitude. Hermione moved her face to gently kiss Ginny's cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered.

The redhead puckered her lips to shush her again, and at that moment those small, rosy, well formed lips looked incredibly inviting to Hermione. She moved her head slightly, and their lips came together.

Ginny froze, but didn't move away. It still wasn't a kiss, only accidental contact, but Hermione couldn't resist the impulse to pucker her own lips and press them against hers. The redhead remained frozen and Hermione pressed her lips against hers again.

The lack of reaction made her suddenly feel ashamed of herself, and she stepped back. "I don't know what's wrong with me," she said bewildered as her face turned bright red. "I've got to go," she added trying to turn toward the door again.

Ginny stopped her by holding on to her arm, and licked the saltiness off her lips with a swipe of her tongue. "It's okay, Hermione. It's okay," the redhead said facing the brunette. "I liked it," she said with only a trace of guilt.

Their brown eyes gazed deeply into each other, and they let their inhibitions fade back. Ginny reached up to sweetly kiss the taller girl. A moment later their tongues were gently exploring their respective mouths.

The three voice canon of the violins reached a crescendo of sublime beauty, and Harry thought that he had never seen anything more beautiful than these two winsome girls kissing each other. His now fully aroused cock had escaped through the folds of his robe, but he made no attempt to cover himself. He placed the robe on the back of a nearby chair.

Ginny stepped back with her chest heaving. She noticed that Hermione's eyes were fixed on the two noticeable nubs on the silky, white surface of her dressing gown. The brunette's right hand slowly moved up to gently cup her breast.

After four years of marriage, Harry and Ginny had started exploring their kinky side more adventurously. In their after sex conversations they had opened up about their sexual fantasies, and for Harry, a threesome was, quite predictably, first on his list. Despite the embarrassment, Ginny had confessed to her husband that she had had a very erotic encounter with Luna during their break-up. He was out somewhere with Hermione, probably shagging like rabbits, and she was all alone organizing the resistance at Hogwarts. Luna had consoled her on a night she had been particularly depressed. One kiss had lead to another, and soon both girls were rolling around naked in the Room of Requirement. Luna had satisfied her orally, but when her turn came to reciprocate, she had chickened out.

"Sometimes I feel like I still owe Luna for that. I wanted her pussy in my mouth so badly, but I was afraid I was going to like it too much, and I still was hoping you would come to your senses."

"Next time Luna is in town, you can repay your debt," Harry replied only half jokingly, "and I'll be around to make sure neither of you loses their taste for cock."

At this point Hermione noticed that Harry was stepping closer. She couldn't help gasping with surprise.

Harry's twenty-three year old body was not only taut, athletic and beautiful; he also had an attribute that was hard to miss. Hermione's eyes had never beheld so much cock.

Sure she had noticed the dramatic effect that his morning stiffy had on the sheets when they had been all alone during the Horcrux hunt. But seeing his pulsating, living member in the buff was another matter altogether. It took her breath away.

Ginny giggled as she started undoing the buttons of the brunette's blouse and skirt. "I always thought that Harry was feeding me a load of bollocks when he said the two of you had never done it in all the months you were all alone, but I don't think I truly believed him until now."

After Ginny had divested her of her clothes, Hermione became embarrassed by the boring white bra, and the plain white cotton knickers she was wearing. Never in her wildest dreams she had expected this night to take such a wild turn, otherwise she would have put on the only sexy set of undergarments she owned. It was as if her darkest, most secret fantasies were becoming a reality.

After sleeping in Ginny's room and catching glimpses of her beautiful form, some of her wettest dreams had involved a redhead that wasn't Ron. Even more tortuous, given her teenage hormonal overload, had been sleeping all those months with Harry. She had had to fight her natural curiosity many mornings in order to not lift the sheets to see what was disturbing them so mightily. She had dreamt of Harry's morning stiffy many times, but the reality was even more impressive than the imaginings of her dreams.

Ginny put her arms around Hermione's back and undid the hooks of the bra. She tossed it to one of the chairs in the sitting room, and looked down at the two firm orbs on her friend's chest. They were lovely, crowned by dark areolas and pert nipples. Her hand went up, and lightly touched one of the brunette's nipples with her index finger. The chest of the older witch rose up and down.

Ginny removed her dressing gown and tossed it to the same chair she had been tossing the clothes on.

When she was fifteen years old, the beauty and the shape of the redhead girl had been the talk of all of Hogwarts, in part because of a totally undeserved reputation as a slag spread by jealous girls, and surprisingly, her jealous brother. Just like Harry before her, Ginny took Hermione's breath away.

Her breasts were just the perfect size. They had volume and roundness enough to satisfy any reasonable man, but they were small enough to defy the effects of time for many years to come. They were crowned by small pink areolas and ripe rosy nipples. Her pearly white skin was taut, and had a deep, healthy glow that suited her. It made a stark contrast with the fiery red, lovingly tended patch of pubic hair. The curves of her waist, hips and bum were subtle, but exquisitely shaped.

She was a feast for the eyes.

Ginny kneeled down on the carpeted floor and put her thumbs on the elastic of Hermione's knickers. She looked up to her eyes when she pulled them down. Hermione thanked the gods that this morning she had decided to shave her legs and do regular maintenance to her pussy.

Hermione was quite damp, but she felt fresh. With satisfaction the brunette noticed that after Ginny's nostrils had flared, she bit her lower lip and looked up at her with a lovely smile.

"Promise me that I can have some of that," the redhead asked huskily.

Hermione kneeled down and pecked her lips. "You can have as much of it as you want."

Harry was, in the meantime, just a step away from the two girls, still not sure if he was just dreaming that the only two women that he had ever loved were lusting after each other, and after him. The female couple turned to cravingly look at his pulsating cock just inches from their faces.

A fresh drop of transparent, thick pre-cum beaded at the tip of his penis. It was perilously close to falling to the floor. Ginny knew enough not to let it go to waste. She firmly grabbed the shaft of his cock, and stroked him, bringing the foreskin over the head to capture and preserve the precious liquid.

Hermione tentatively, but visibly excited, also extended her hand and wrapped it around his meaty shaft after Ginny had made room for her. The two girls stroked him simultaneously a couple of times.

"Bloody hell," the brunette said with bulging eyes as they stroked him. "A two-hander!"

Another translucent, honey-like drop beaded at the tip of his penis. Ginny stopped before the foreskin captured it.

"You should try it. Harry tastes delicious," she said proudly as she edged back to give her friend room in front of him.

Hermione moved in front of Harry and wrapped both of her hands on the hard shaft. She looked up at him and made eye contact with his emerald green eyes. She then said something she never thought she would ever say about a penis.

"It's beautiful, Harry..." she looked down at the large appendage and then back up into his eyes. "...and huge," she added with a chuckle.

Harry's chest heaved a couple of times when Hermione opened her mouth and she wrapped her lips on the head of his cock. Even though her mouth was full, a moan escaped from the back of the brunette's throat, which sent ripples of pleasure up his spine.

Hermione pulled back and turned to Ginny. "Mmmmhhhh," she moaned approvingly as she licked her lips and smacked them. "You're right, he's delicious."

Ginny beamed proudly at his husband as Hermione sucked some more of his sweet juice, and turned to offer her lips in order to share it. The two girls kissed and moaned into each other's mouths before turning to face his manhood, one on each side.

The mellow strings of Rameau's Chaconne from Dardanus rose up as the two nubile women parted their lips, and started kissing and licking his cock. Their tongues seemed to dance along his length at the rhythm of the dance-like melody of the strings. The pink tongues would sometimes meet outside their mouths as they licked fervently.

Hermione had a bigger mouth than Ginny, so it fell to her to try to stuff as much of his cock into it as possible. His wife could only manage to swallow the head, but Hermione's skill at sucking cock had both Harry and Ginny gasping. She could swallow more than half of his meaty length before she would start choking, and even with a mouthful of meat, she was able to deliciously move her tongue against the fraenulum. It wasn't only the skill that surprised Harry, but also her enthusiasm. She would eagerly look up to him to be sure that he approved of her ministrations.

Ginny was determined to show her skills as well. She sucked balls like a champ, and for Harry the pleasure of having both his cock and balls sucked at the same time was an experience that he hoped would be repeated many times.

By the time the Dardanus Chaconne was finished, the mouths of the two women had grown tired, and they decided that he had had enough fun for the time being. Harry extended an arm to each of them to pull them up.

Harry kissed his wife in the mouth, and then turned to do the same to Hermione. The sight of her husband deeply kissing the woman she had considered her rival, brought many conflicted feelings to the surface for Ginny. Part of her wanted to pull them apart, and to kick the brunette out of her house, while another part wanted to kiss them both.

Then Vivaldi's joyous music rose beautifully and loudly. The tempo was allegro molto but it felt like allegro moltissimo when her doubts disappeared. The trumpets of the C major concerto "con molti istromenti" sounded, and they lifted their spirits to new heights. The threesome ran to the bedroom and frolicked in the bed for several minutes. At some point, Ginny had whispered to him that they should take care of their guest first, and moments later Harry found himself between Hermione's spread legs.

The main difference, besides hair colour, between the pussy of his wife and the pussy of his friend, was that Hermione's pussy had what could only described as more character. The slit was wider, and the folds were more intricate and thicker. They begged to be sucked on. Her clit was also considerably bigger than Ginny's, and its hood seem to naturally direct the eyes to it. The only thing missing was a "SUCK ON ME" sign.

Harry didn't attach much importance to the difference in the size of their two clits. He had learned many years ago that size didn't necessarily mean power. He fondly envisioned the small pink nub of his wife, and marvelled at its explosive power.

The harpsichord struck Couperin's Les Barricades Mysterieuses.

He looked up, and saw that Ginny was currently busy kissing and nibbling on Hermione's breasts. A whiff of the strong but sexy scent emanating from the very centre of the brunette, made his mouth water. Harry dived in determined to apply the experience he had gained in over four years of eating pussy.

First and foremost was that you don't eat a woman's pussy. As delicious and tasty as the pussy of a clean woman like Ginny could be, she didn't want to be slobbered on, or to have her most intimate parts treated like a meal for consumption.

Harry wasn't eating Hermione's pussy. He was making love to it with his mouth and tongue. He was caressing her folds with the velvety surface of his tongue and the soft skin of his lips as he gently kissed the entire surface of her cunnie. Judging by her moans, and the writhing and arching of her back, Hermione was enjoying his efforts immensely.

"I've trained him for four years," Ginny whispered hotly to Hermione's ear. "You can thank me later."

The brunette could barely open her eyes. Her eyelids felt like they were made of lead. She was panting heavily and gradually her legs started closing tighter around Harry's head.

"Pretty soon he will start sucking on your pussy lips and clit," the redhead said with a hint of amusement. "Please don't smother my husband to death."

Hermione would have laughed, but a jolt travelling from her centre up her back made her groan with delight. Ginny resumed kissing her face, neck, the inside of her arms and her breasts with growing intensity.

Harry was sucking, alright, and getting closer to her aching clit. His oral attentions were refined and loving as Ron's were crude and disinterested. He didn't suck on her pussy as if was a fruit running out of juice, but he was slowly and steadily building to a grand finish.

Despite the admonition from the redhead, her legs involuntarily kept closing around Harry's face. Her hand now grabbed a handful of his soft, messy hair, and was pushing his face against her pussy. She needed to come soon, or she would die from sheer pleasure.

"PLEASE, HARRY!"

He sucked her clit three times, each time a little harder, before the orgasm overtook her like a nuclear explosion. The convulsions wracked her body over and over, but with a little less intensity each time. The orgasmic haze lasted considerably, and when the brunette finally opened her eyes, she saw that Ginny was busy getting her husband hard again.

"You want Harry's cock, don't you?" the redhead asked hotly to her ear.

"Yes," she begged breathlessly.

"Since you are a guest in our house, you get to ride him first."

Hermione thanked all the gods, Olympic and otherwise, that she was in the hands of such a good hostess and host.

Harry was on his back with his hand holding his hard cock. He smiled at her and jerked his head inviting her to get on top.

"I've learned, that until your pussy is stretched to size. It's better to be on top," Ginny told her sagely. "It's a good idea to be in control of the penetration and the depth at the beginning."

Hermione straddled Harry, sat on his hard abdomen, and leaned down to kiss him tenderly. The soft strings of the Musette from Händel's Concerto Grosso Op. 6 no. 6 in G Minor were helping her relax. Their eyes remained in contact as she raised her hips and he aligned his cock properly against her entrance. She slowly lowered herself, and grimaced a little when the tick head breached her opening. After the small discomfort was over, she moaned with delight.

She hadn't realized she missed cock so badly.

Her pussy had never been distended this much, but it was supple, and it quickly started adjusting to accommodate his impressive manhood. The stretching sensation was very pleasurable when she slowly started moving up and down his shaft more confidently. After a couple of minutes she was lowering herself completely unto him, and their dark curls were entwining. The sensation was amazing. Harry was touching her core like no man ever had. She grew more restless on top of him, and increased the tempo just a bit. Her moans became louder.

After several minutes, the heat in Hermione started to build into a fire. Her pussy was swallowing his big cock faster and faster. She managed to open her eyes to look at Harry, and saw that he looked confident and in control. She couldn't help thinking that, by this time, Ron would have shot his load and would be snoring with his back to her.

For Ginny, watching Harry eagerly fucking Hermione, brought her conflicted feelings back to the surface again. She knew she should hate the fact that her man was fucking another woman... so why was it making her so bloody wet?

The redhead ached for some relief. She straddled her husband facing Hermione, supporting her weight on her knees, and positioned her pussy inches above Harry's face. The two women smiled at each other and leaned forward to kiss.

"Do you mind if Harry eats while you fuck him?" Ginny deadpanned with a sparkle of amusement in her eyes.

The brunette laughed and shook her head as she kept bucking harder and harder against his cock. The redhead lowered her pussy onto Harry's eagerly awaiting lips and tongue, and the two women started playing with their titties.

A couple of minutes later the last vestiges of restraint had abandoned Hermione. Her body was pink from the heat, and she was bucking and grinding wildly. Ginny too was getting restless, and she was pressing her pussy against Harry's face more demandingly.

The chests of the two women were heaving with short gasping breaths, their bodies were covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Hermione's breasts were bouncing so wildly, and they were so slippery, that Ginny could no longer hold on to them. Hermione, though, had a death grip on Ginny's two ripe nipples, and she was squeezing them just hard enough to enhance the pleasure of her friend.

Harry roared under the two women and started to drive his hips up to meet Hermione's thrusts. The noise of flesh meeting flesh, the sounds of their moaning and groaning, their cries of pleasure, drowned out any other music.

"Give it to me, Harry," Hermione demanded with a growl. "Give me that big cock!"

"YES, YES, YES, SUCK IT, BABY, SUCK IT!" Ginny screamed.

"I'M COMING, I'M COMING, I'M GOING TO FUCKING COME!" Hermione screamed even louder.

It was a domino effect. The dual trumpet fanfares of the second allegro from Vivaldi's Concerto for Two Trumpets in C Major rose in the background just before the fireworks exploded.

Hermione was a "screamer". She came with strong convulsions that spread like waves from her centre. She screamed repeatedly at the top of her lungs as her pussy clenched around Harry's cock and a torrent of scalding spunk shot like out of a cannon into her pussy. Harry groaned and moaned as he held Ginny's clit in his mouth. The vibrations put her over the edge.

Ginny was a "shaker". Her legs closed around his face and they started shaking more and more. Then the shaking spread to her entire body. Her eyes were closed shut, and her mouth was open in a silent scream. When she regained her voice, it also came shakily.

"I love you, Harry, I love you!" she said breathlessly.

Hermione wanted to be able to say the same, but wasn't sure if she should. She fell completely spent to one side. The cobwebs in her head still hadn't cleared completely when she felt Ginny's small, soft hands spreading her legs apart.

How could she have so much energy after an orgasm like that?

The redhead's eyes were shining lustily as she looked up at her crotch. Hermione could feel cum and spunk oozing slowly out of her, but the sight of Ginny's small, pink tongue licking her upper lip made her clit twitch with anticipation. She had, after all, promised her friend she could have all the pussy she wanted, and she liked to keep her promises.

Ginny moved up and started lapping up the thick mix oozing out Hermione's love canal. She moaned her approval. "Want to try some?" she asked brightly looking up between Hermione's legs.

The brunette nodded, and she squeezed her vaginal muscles to force more of the liquid out. Ginny made her go cross-eyed under her eyelids before she moved up on top of her and kissed her.

Hermione had to admit that the sweet and tangy combination tasted rather good. It was a little surreal to smell her own pussy in the face of another woman, but they kissed until the taste in their tongues had disappeared.

"There's a lot more in there. Let me have it," Ginny whispered playfully to her ear before going down to her crotch.

Hermione slowly and steadily squeezed out just enough to keep Ginny feasting on her pussy. At this point she noticed Harry approaching her. His cock was flaccid, but it still was bigger than anything she had ever seen before. He kissed her face and neck before they exchanged a deliciously wet and sweet kiss.

Hermione could hardly keep her eyes open from Ginny's attentions, and she was biting quite hard on her lower lip due to the waves of pleasure elicited by the redhead's exquisitely agile and educated tongue. Harry kissed her behind the ear, and then whispered to it.

"It's time for Ginny to get some cock, don't you think?" he asked.

Hermione opened her eyes and saw that Ginny's hips had risen enough for a man to take her from behind. "Yes," she answered breathlessly.

"Will you help me?"

"Yes."

The Sonata for Viola da Gamba in G Major by Bach was playing when Harry straddled her face, leaving his hanging cock just inches above her mouth. She took hold of it and started sucking it. He was rock hard and filling her mouth in a flash. He fucked her face for about a minute, making an effort not to make her gag. For the exception of a couple of two overly enthusiastic thrusts, he succeeded.

Harry moved behind Ginny, and Hermione heard a loud moan of delight from the redhead when his cock filled her pussy. A couple of minutes later the powerful hip thrusts from Harry were pushing Ginny's face delightfully into her pussy.

Ginny's extasis had grown to the point where she couldn't concentrate properly on eating Hermione's pussy. The redhead wrapped her lips around her friend's large clit, moaning and bumping into it with each thrust. The vibrations felt amazing. Hermione came and then came again, screaming like a banshee, before Ginny let go of her clit.

Hermione rolled out of the way trying to regain her wits. When her brain finally started functioning a couple of minutes later, Harry and Ginny were still going at it. They had changed positions, and now he was kneeling between her legs with her ankles on his shoulders, as he drove into her.

The older girl wanted to the give the married couple a moment just to themselves, so she didn't intervene, but she couldn't help watching.

First, Hermione simply enjoyed the sight of their two beautiful, fit bodies moving together. At times they made love with so much sensuality and sentiment that she felt a pang of envy, only to be overwhelmed by happiness for them. The couple went through several positions, changing the pace constantly, from slow and tender, to fast and hard and back. Harry could really pound pussy when he wanted to, and Hermione found the sight of Ginny's narrow, almost delicate pussy, being pounded by his massive cock, very arousing.

Harry was going deep, but not too hard when Ginny started shaking. He increased the pace to join her. By the time Harry reached his own extasis, the redhead was shaking so hard, that even the bed shook.

The allegro from Bach Harpsichord Concerto No. 2 started playing when they came apart. Harry and Ginny sought each other's arms to embrace and kiss. They talked to each other in low voices, so Hermione couldn't hear what they were saying, but they were smiling and laughing as they talked. Harry had his left arm around Ginny, and she was reclining her head on his chest. After a peck on the lips, they turned toward her with bright, sunny smiles.

"Come over, Hermione," Harry said raising his right arm invitingly.

The symbolism didn't escape her. She had always been Harry's right arm, but Ginny had always been closest to his heart. Despite a pang of sadness, she returned their smile and joined them.

The threesome cuddled and joked in bed for a few minutes before all of them became pensive about the events of the night and their meaning. None of them, though, wanted to bring up the subject.

Ginny sniffed audibly a couple of times, and giggled. "We stink of pussy. We should shower before going to sleep," she said.

"Hey!" Harry protested. "Your pussies don't stink. They're aromatic."

Each woman rewarded him with a kiss to the cheek before all three ran into the shower. It was a tight fit, but their shower was playful rather than erotic.

Back in bed they laid naked in the same positions as before. Hermione raised her head a little from Harry's chest.

"What now?" she asked with palpable trepidation and insecurity.

They all knew what she meant. Fantasizing about a threesome was easy and entertaining, but the personal and relationship dynamics of it were a minefield.

Ginny raised her head a little. "I don't know what it means, or what will happen tomorrow, Hermione," she said pensively. "But I know you're always welcome in this house and in this bed. I love you as a friend and as a lover."

The two young women reached across Harry's chest to kiss before looking up at him.

"Ginny is my wife and the love of my life, but there will always be a special place in my heart for you, Hermione," he said sincerely. "We'll deal with tomorrow when it comes."

The adagio from the Trumpet Concerto in D Major by Telemann sounded almost like a lullaby, and sleep finally overcame the threesome.

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A/N: For those interested in the musical selections mentioned in the story, they are:

Joseph-Hector Fiocco: Pièces de Clavecin Op. 1 n. 1 in G Major / IX: Adagio

Arcangelo Corelli: Concerto Grosso Op. 6 n. 8 in G Minor / III: Adagio

Antonio Vivaldi: Concerto Op. 8 n. 5 in E flat Major (RV 253 "La Tempesta di Mare") / I: Presto

Johann Pachelbel: Canon in D Major

Jean-Philippe Rameau: From the opera "Dardanus" Act V / Chaconne

Antonio Vivaldi: Concerto for two Violins in Tromba Marina C Major (RV 558 "Con Molti Istromenti") / Allegro Molto

François Couperin: VI Ordre de Clavecin n. 5 in B flat Major / "Les Barricades Mystérieuses"

Georg Friedrich Händel: Concerto Grosso Op. 6 n. 6 in G Minor (HWV 324) / Musette

Antonio Vivaldi: Concerto for Two Trumpets in C Major (RV 537) / III: Allegro

Johann Sebastian Bach: Sonata for Viola da Gamba and Harpsichord in G Major (BWV 1027) / I: Adagio II: Allegro ma non tanto

Johann Sebastian Bach: Harpsichord Concerto No. 2 in E Major (BWV 1053) / I: Allegro

Georg Philipp Telemann: Trumpet Concerto in D Major (TWV 51:D7) / I: Adagio
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