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A Magical Foursome	By : Allyrion Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 125702 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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It was night in the Gryffindor common room. Alone, Harry Potter studied the fire still roaring in the hearth, the light flickering off his glasses as he did so.
He was the last up. It was well past midnight, but Harry was thinking far too much to even consider bed. Ron and Hermione had kept up with him as long as they could, like the good friends they were, but they were long gone. It was only Harry and his thoughts now.
There was a lot to think about for the Boy Who Lived. Few would have faulted him for that, and indeed Ron and Hermione themselves had understood it as they left. The constant threat of Voldemort on the world, life at Hogwarts...the pressures of being the hope of the Wizarding World...
But it was something else that drew Harry's thoughts tonight, something different.
Beneath the courage, strength and determination, Harry was still a teenage boy. And as anyone would tell you, teenage boys had hormones racing through them. Harry was no exception.
Harry had kissed Cho Chang and had drawn the eye of numerous Hogwarts girls. But he had never actually...done anything. And as a result, Harry was fighting his body for control of himself, as it brought its needs foremost to his mind.
It was too dangerous, Harry thought to himself. He knew what he wanted above all, wicked, exciting, and fraught with risk. It was true he had an advantage few others had when prowling Hogwarts after dark. But the Invisibility Cloak was not infallible, that had been proven before. He was putting himself in danger for his own selfish desires.
That was what Harry said to himself as time continued to pass and he looked into the fire. But that voice of reason and prudence was vanishing beneath the rising tide of desire within him. He had to do this. He had to sleep, he had to have some respite from himself. And distantly, he wanted it more than anything, even if he would not totally admit to himself.
Harry rose from the comfortable position he had occupied for so long. His eyes finally looked away from the fire and he walked up to where he slept with Ron, Dean, and Seamus. The snores of the three sleeping boys, particularly Ron's, were deafening. Harry was no stranger to it but that noise currently served to aid him. Despite him opening his trunk with a low creak, none of the boys so much as stirred.
As Harry drew out the Invisibility Cloak and shook it straight, he descended the stairs once again. No one was there, a quick scan of the room proved. He swept the Invisibility Cloak about him, and disappeared from view.
He knew he would not be able to return to Gryffindor Tower. There was no way the Fat Lady would allow him back in in the depths of night. But where he was going, he did not need to, or so he hoped.
Harry quickly crossed the common room and pushed the Fat Lady portrait open from the inside. He did it slowly, hoping that she did not wake, and as he emerged into the corridor, he saw that he had been successful. The Fat Lady slumbered, lost to the world and particularly the invisible teen emerging into the corridors. Swinging it slowly closed behind him, Harry felt a sense of dread at knowing he had left his sanctuary, but excitement as well. Another adventure awaited.
His destination was not far, he knew. It too was on the seventh floor of Hogwarts. He had to cross to reach it, true, but compared to his other journeys, the chances of running into anyone were small. With reckless haste born of desire he made his way towards the left corridor. He had probably not even needed his Invisibility Cloak, Harry thought in retrospect as he passed through the deserted hallways. Maybe he was being-
And suddenly, Harry rounded a corner and found himself looking at the retreating backside of Argus Filch.
The ill-tempered caretaker was doing a patrol like he always did at night. Harry silently cursed his poor luck at having him so inconveniently in his path. He should have consulted the Marauder's Map, but he had been too hasty to leave Gryffindor Tower. Why had he forgotten the damnable map?
Fortunately, Filch continued walking away from him but at his side was Mrs. Norris, a constant companion on his journeys. Harry had never liked the cat, having encountered it before; it seemed far too intelligent for its own good. Moreover, the link she shared with her master was almost telepathic, and many a Hogwarts student had run afoul of the cat to know that Filch was not far behind.
As if she had heard Harry's thoughts out loud, Mrs. Norris stopped in her tracks, then her scrawny body turned to look backwards with bulging yellow eyes. Harry was still shrouded but he felt very uncomfortable at the closeness of her stare, the sixth sense she seemed to possess. He retreated backwards and took a longer way around to avoid the patrolling duo.
His stride was hasty and he probably made more noise than he should have, but Harry was a roiling center of emotions and hormones and did not care. However, his swiftness meant he made good time, and soon he entered the left corridor, where he knew his destination was: the Room of Requirement.
This was the key moment though. The room only appeared to those who had great need of it, Harry knew from experience. If his current need was not great enough, he did not know what was. He quickly recalled that he had to walk past it three times thinking what he wanted to himself. Harry walked past the room the first time, thinking to himself that he needed release from the hold his hormones had over him. Circling around a second time, he repeated the thought as he passed it.
As he circled around for his final leg, thinking only about what the Room of Requirement could have in store for him, he nearly stumbled again into Mrs. Norris. The cat had somehow followed him and Harry felt a sense of unease. Despite being invisible, Harry was displacing air and had corporeal feel. Mrs. Norris felt the air change at Harry's sudden stop and looked towards him. Her paws extended as it sniffed, using all its other senses than sight, then she suddenly reached a paw forward to grasp at one of the edges of his Invisibility Cloak.
The time for stillness was over. Harry rushed forward, and Mrs. Norris suddenly leapt forward to where he had been just a moment before, her claws grasping at air as she did so. Running as fast as he could towards the Room of Requirement while still being draped by the Invisibility Cloak, Harry knew the cat could not be far behind. A door that had not been there before opened ahead of him. He threw himself inside, and turned to slam it shut behind him.
Harry held shut the doors and wished hastily to himself that he did not want to be discovered. It was possible that Filch could still come after him, given the connection he had always had with his cat, but Mrs. Norris had not seen anything. She had only suspected and sensed, but nothing concrete or visible. He held himself against the doors for some time, panting, hoping against hope that nothing would happen. And nothing did.
After some time, Harry found the courage to turn around, to find himself in a mysterious room.
There was a large bed that adorned the middle of it, the centerpiece of the entire place. There were three doors off of it, two to the left and one to the right, and the bed lay in the middle, appealingly. It was laid out in Gryffindor colours, red coverlets and gold pillows, with four posters. The bed was not dissimilar to Harry's own in Gryffindor Tower, but it was three times the size. Harry was confused. Why would he possibly need such a large bed?
There came a sound of a doorknob turned, and the first door on the left swung open, revealing a girl who stepped lithely into the room. It was Ginny Weasley, but different than he had ever seen her before. Namely in the way she was not wearing any clothes at all.
Her red hair was long and descended down her form to frame her small breasts tipped in pink. Her bright brown eyes were looking at Harry with lust, her body glimmering in the low light provided by a pair of night lamps on either side of the bed. Her body was slim but she looked more womanly to Harry than the girl he had remembered with a crush on him. At the juncture of thigh, the red pubic hairs were surprisingly well developed as Harry drank in her beauty with his gaze, paralyzed.
He could feel his arousal growing inside his pants as Ginny stepped forward towards him. “Hello, Harry.”
Harry was tongue-tied at the sudden glorious sight. The Room seemed to know his innermost desires. It was only more recently that Harry had become more taken with Ginny as he had watched her develop into a confident young woman. Her skill on the Quidditch pitch, her frequent liaisons with other boys that made him jealous...Harry had planned to do something with her, but he had never expected it so soon.
“Uh, hi,” Harry said awkwardly. He didn't know what else to do or say. But Ginny did, as she walked forward to him, nude, and kissed him.
Harry felt his body soaring at her warm touch, his arms gripping her and looking into her face to see that flushed, blazing look she often had. “Ginny...”
“Ssssh, Harry,” Ginny said, her voice husky with desire. “We've waited a long time for this.”
Ginny reached a hand down into his pants and gripped his already swollen member there, shamelessly. Harry felt her exquisite touch on him and threw his head back, then looked back into her brown eyes.
“You seem ready for action, Harry,” Ginny said, her face close to his, her hand down his pants and teasing at his hot length. “But you haven't seen all of us yet.”
“All of-?” Harry began, then his gaze was drawn to over Ginny's shoulder as the second door on the left opened.
Out stepped Hermione Granger, as nude as Ginny. Harry felt his penis throb at the sight of her naked form. He had never allowed himself to look at Hermione like this, knowing she and Ron were soulmates, made for each other. But no man could avoid Hermione's beauty forever.
Hermione's trademark brown hair was let loose to cascade freely down her arms similarly to Ginny. Her own breasts were larger though, her nipples brown and erect. While Ginny was slim, Hermione had more ample curves at hip and leg. She stood there, watching them, and Harry felt his heart race faster. Hermione Granger was more beautiful than he had ever given her credit for.
“Hi Harry,” Hermione said in a normal tone, as if they were merely meeting in the corridors after class.
Ginny noticed Harry drawn's gaze and decided to get his attention back. She worked her hand even faster inside his pants, fluttering her fingers along his length. As a result, all that came out of Harry's mouth to reply to Hermione's greeting was a moan.
Hermione laughed at that as she studied his situation. Harry flushed at the sound. “It is only fair Ginny goes first,” Hermione said matter-of-factly. “She has been waiting a long time, poor girl. I guess I will have to distract myself with your third guest.”
“Third-?” Harry managed briefly before he was interrupted again.
The lone door on the right swung open, and out stepped a pale girl with blonde hair descending in a rain of curls down her back. Her large eyes were a curious shade of silvery grey, which added to her almost ethereal, otherworldly nature. Luna Lovegood had a delicate beauty of her own, apparent even when discussing some bizarre, almost impossible tidbit.
There was nothing bizarre about her naked female form though. Her pale skin was uniform all the way down her body, the low light darkening it somewhat. Luna's breasts were high, tipped in pink, larger than Ginny's but smaller than Hermione's. Her body also featured a lush curve of hip, and her pubes of silver-blonde hair drew his gaze as it glimmered in the light.
“Hi Harry!” Luna said brightly as she looked at him. “We're all here for you, you know. You brought us here.”
Harry flushed again. “Luna, I didn't mean to-”
“Oh I don't mind,” she said in her distant tone, looking at him. “In a way I am kind of flattered. But it seems you're distracted for the moment. I'll get back to you later.”
Harry felt Ginny give him a squeeze and looked back down to her eyes. “...Ginny,” he said achingly. Ginny put a finger on his lips to silence him again from her other hand, then she released him, slowly drawing her hand out.
“I've always wanted this,” Ginny confessed. “I never stopped wanting you. Let me prove it to you.”
Ginny's hands drew Harry's shirt over his head, knocking his glasses briefly askew. Her hands returned to straighten them, smiling at the sight of Harry's flushed face. Then she descended down his form, kissing him along the chest, the abdomen, following the trail of dark hairs ever downwards.
When she reached Harry's pants, Ginny looked upwards into his incredulous green eyes and slowly unzipped him. Her hands gripped either side of his waist and tugged downwards, and Harry felt the cloth entrapment around his dick suddenly fall away. Ginny descended to pull the pants down his hairy legs, and helped tug them off once and for all off Harry's feet along with his footwear.
All of them were now completely nude in the room, Harry realized. Then he looked down to see Ginny's soft brown eyes looking upwards, desiringly. She rose to face level with his erect penis, and lowered her eyes to look at it, contemplating. His manhood was a fine specimen, stretching forward from a nest of dark pubic hairs.
Ginny had waited so long for this, she could not wait a moment longer. “I love you, Harry Potter,” she said. Then her head came forward, her lips parting as she took his penis inside her warm mouth.
Harry had never known such exquisite pleasure before. His penis found itself ensconced in Ginny's desiring mouth, framed by locks of her flaming red hair. He watched his length disappear inside her inch by inch as Ginny met his eyes devotedly, supplicantly. Ginny's tongue flicked at this part and that, her mouth slowly contracting on his cock, sliding forward until she reached the end without complaint.
It felt incredible for both of them. Harry's deprived, lusty body had finally found a fitting partner, as he cried out and wound his hands through Ginny's red hair. As for Ginny, she had always loved Harry Potter; having his cock in her mouth was an absolutely delightful sensation. Her hands descended down her slim female form through her own nest of red pubes to work between her thighs. Ginny's head slid back along his length, leaving it glistening with her own saliva.
Her head now off of Harry's dick, Ginny sharply shook her head to the side to shake away a strand of hair from her face and began to pump him. The lubricant of her saliva on Harry's dick made the feeling even better as her hand easily traversed his length. Harry was in absolute heaven, and then even more so as Ginny could not resist sweeping her head down on him again to take him inside her.
The feelings of his blowjob had been so good that Harry had completely forgotten about Hermione and Luna. His eyes rose from Ginny sucking dutifully at his cock to the bed ahead of them, and he felt another surge through his body.
Hermione Granger and Luna Lovegood both lay on the bed, their mouths pressed against the other's. Harry could see their tongues at work, their eyes closed in mutual longing. Their supple nude forms were pressed together, Hermione's brown nipples pressing into Luna's pink ones. Both were moaning as their hands groped at each other's young bodies, exploring each other, then sliding in to work between each other's thighs. Both silvery-grey and brown pairs of eyes shot open at that and their kiss ended, but they refused to look anywhere but at each other.
Hermione's dark hair shook as she moaned, her eyes staring at Luna's own. Luna's large eyes were unfocused on Hermione, as if she was analyzing the pleasurable sensations inside her, her lips parted and her cheeks flushed. Every so often Hermione would delicately tuck back a stray lock of blonde hair as she continued to finger Luna, who returned the favour to her new lover.
Watching Hermione and Luna go at it as he received a blowjob from Ginny was absolutely breathtaking for Harry. He felt his climax on approach far too quickly, there was far too much erotic stimuli. Once more he looked at Ginny, whose head was bobbing along his dick still, her face smiling on his dick as she met his stare. Then he looked up to see Luna pull her hand out of Hermione. “This is very nice, Hermione,” Luna said in her mystical tone. “But I think I should be doing something more, don't you?”
Hermione looked at the blonde curiously. “What do you mean Luna?”
“Well, Harry has been watching us for some time. I think I know just the thing for him.” Luna spared a glance for Harry, her eyes meeting his for a moment, then moving away to take in the sight of Ginny below bobbing at his dick. Then she looked back to Hermione and slid down her body.
Hermione smiled as Luna descended down her lush form, then back at Harry. “This is all for you, Harry, as Luna said. Are you enjoying this?”
Harry could only manage a nod as he watched Luna slide down the bed to lie with her head below Hermione. Luna's ass rose into the air to meet his stare, and Harry saw the wonderful curve of Luna Lovegood's body from behind, the blonde hair tumbling in curls behind her long back.
Luna tucked her hair away from her face in preparation, and placed a hand on the inside of each of Hermione's thighs to drive them apart. Hermione watched Luna carefully, her hands snaking downwards to grip the back of that blonde head. Harry had a glimpse of Hermione's glistening pussy, wet with arousal as Luna exposed it, and then it was half obscured as Luna brought her head forward.
Harry saw her pink tongue flick at Hermione's pussy. Luna's large silver eyes stared upwards at Hermione as she set to work, who moaned sensuously at the glorious feeling. Hermione's hands wound through that blonde hair, her warm brown eyes looking downwards in delight at Luna's blonde head working between her thighs.
There was no way Harry's body could withstand that sight coupled with the exquisite feeling of Ginny Weasley sucking his dick. As he watched Luna flick her tongue into Hermione again, and Hermione's screams of ecstasy filled the room, he knew he was close. He looked at Luna's tempting ass shaking this way and that as she licked lustfully at Hermione's pussy; he looked up Hermione's gloriously glistening female form to her enraptured face, and then down at Ginny's upraised eyes and head sliding back and forth along his length. Those three sights would be enough to set any man off, and it was more than enough for a deprived Harry.
There was little warning even for Harry himself, stuck in his haze of sexual stimulation and bliss. He could feel his dick muscles convulsing suddenly after taking in the beautiful sights around him. That sensation was also a surprise for Ginny; one moment she was bobbing dutifully away, sucking, her tongue flicking at Harry's dick, and then suddenly a spurt of Harry's jizz shot into her mouth. Ginny's head shot backwards to his dick tip, almost being driven off him, her eyes watering. But then the redhead regained control. Ginny's eyes cleared, her head descended onto him once more, even as Harry kept firing load after load into her mouth. Her tongue flicked again at the underside, coaxing his ejaculation to be even longer, her suction reaching a new level with Ginny's wicked desire to swallow every bit of Harry's seed.
Ginny didn't seem to care that Harry had cum unannounced in her mouth, Harry reflected. In fact, her continuing efforts showed she was enamoured by it. As Ginny continued to suck up every last bit of him, Harry was jarred by a female cry of pleasure. He looked up to see Hermione's beautiful brown hair askew, her face shaking, and then she screamed again and drove Luna's blonde head against her pussy with her hands.
Hermione's body writhed in pleasure, her hips rocking her cunt into Luna, who sucked continuously as the brunette orgasmed. Luna refused to stop sucking at Hermione's spasming twat, moving forward to make sure no convulsion would deprive her of her wondrous prize. The sight of Luna Lovegood eating out Hermione Granger to orgasm, their nude forms glistening, prolonged Harry's ejaculation even further. A strong spurt from his dick at the erotic lesbian sight disappeared into the mouth of Ginny Weasley as she continued to swallow every last bit of him.
Harry's orgasm was long and powerful, but all good things had to come to an end. He felt his dick settle inside Ginny's hot wet mouth at last. Ginny had stopped moving along him, her mouth still wrapped around his dick, her eyes closed to savour the sensation of Harry's phallus in her mouth. Behind her, Luna gave Hermione one last lick, the brainy brunette Gryffindor completely lost to sense in the power of her own orgasm, her eyes unfocused, body limp.
Luna looked one last time at the pussy before her and then moved her head back, swiping the back of her hand across her face to collect the juices of Hermione Granger. As Hermione still lay there, breast heaving from her exertions, Luna rose off the bed to join Harry and Ginny.
Harry could not help but note Luna's nude form as she closed the distance to him. The pink nipples that stood out like diamonds, the small but shapely breasts, the pale, unmarked, perfect skin. Luna was a beautiful girl, even in his post-orgasmic bliss, the corners of her mouth still wet with Hermione's essence. Ginny had still not moved, although her eyes had opened to look at Harry's. It was clear Ginny enjoyed the feeling of Harry's cock and warm jism inside her mouth, having stayed there as long as she had.
“Did you like that, Harry?” Luna asked innocently, hair and body shaking appealing as she approached. “I hope so. I know I did, as did Hermione...and so apparently, did Ginny.” The almost ethereal blonde reached Harry and Ginny and descended, her eyes on Harry's as she did so. “You know, male sperm has many magical properties,” Luna said conversationally as she joined Ginny at face level with Harry's dick. “There are some tales that say to swallow it extends a person's lifespan.”
Luna gripped the back of Ginny's red head to pull her back off of Harry's cock. When Ginny finally slid off of him, Harry felt a sense of loss of being deprived of that wonderful warm sheath. Ginny looked at him devotedly, her mouth still obviously full of Harry's jism, unable to speak.
“I realize he is yours, Ginny,” said Luna. “But I've always wanted to taste a man. Can you spare a bit of that for me? So I can see if the tales are true?”
Ginny looked at Luna. They had known each other a long time though, and so the redhead nodded after some consideration. She rose above Luna and pulled her long red hair back so it would not block her task. Luna smiled up at her, then opened her mouth wide, her silver-grey eyes looking into the brown ones above.
Ginny Weasley opened her mouth and released a long flowing stream of creamy white jism. The flow spread into Luna's welcoming mouth, and Luna smiled in delight at the sensation. Ginny descended even further at seeing that to kiss Luna on the lips.
The redhead and the blonde locked lips for some time, their mouths working as they shared Harry's load between them. After Luna got her taste, Ginny broke their kiss and brought herself upward to look into Harry's eyes. She opened her mouth to show him that she still had a substantial amount of jism there that she had kept for herself, a sign of her devotion. Then Ginny closed her mouth and swallowed loudly, watching Harry's reaction and smiling. “You taste good, Harry,” Ginny said, almost shyly.
Luna was rising now as well. Harry could see her mouth filled with this wondrous new substance to her. She flicked at it over and over with her tongue, as if registering all the different properties through taste. Then at last, she too swallowed. “I liked it too, Ginny,” Luna said objectively. “I think I will have to swallow more often.”
Harry was exhausted. He had seen so much so quickly, so much sexual delight and arousal in so small a time. He hadn't even noticed that Hermione had finally risen to join them from her exhausted rest. Even her resplendent beautiful nude form could not stir Harry, he was so exhausted.
“I guess that's it,” Harry finally said to the three beautiful women around him; blonde, brunette, and redhead.
Hermione only smiled at that, her form still glowing from her own recent orgasm. “On the contrary, Harry...”
She produced her wand that she had brought with her and pointed it at Harry's softening dick. “Innervate,” she said, and suddenly Harry felt himself responding. He felt aroused, his dick hardening at the sight of the three girls around him and the knowledge of what they done...for him.
Two pairs of brown eyes and one pair of silver-grey studied his hardening arousal. “It seems the night is just beginning,” Hermione commented wryly as she studied her magical handiwork.
Harry's body was still soaring in the power of the enchantment. As he looked at the desire still evident on each of the faces of Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and Luna Lovegood, he allowed himself a smile.
This was going to be one long, wonderful night.
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