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Chapter 7 - Date Night (continued)
“Come on Harry,” said Luna, grabbing his hand. “Let’s leave these four to have some fun.”
She guided him out of the room, closing the door on the foursome on the bed, cutting off the sounds of gagging and slapping skin. In the main room, Ginny stood waiting, cinching a large magical dildo around her waist.
“While the boys are breaking Hermione in,” she said, “we thought it was important for you to understand how things are going to work from now on.”
Luna smiled as she pumped her cock to full hardness.
“Get on your knees,” she ordered, sliding her cock into his mouth once he had obeyed. As he sucked on Luna’s member, Ginny launched into her explanation, lubing her strap-on as she talked.
“Luna and I have decided that you’re not worth the attention we’ve been giving you for the last few days,” she began. “So we’ve decided that you’ll get a bit of extra freedom. Hermione is going to be your girlfriend. You two are welcome to strut around together all you want, but know that she belongs to Cormac and you belong to us, even if we’re not there every day to tell you what to do. Your cage only comes off when we want it off, and you’re still required to wear your plug and panties at all times.”
She knelt behind him to push her strap-on into his ass, drawing a whimper out of him. She slapped his ass firmly and started to pump in and out of him, relishing in the feeling of his channel gripping her magical cock. Luna took up where she had left off.
“For the moment, you’ll be boyfriend and girlfriend,” she said, “but we might make some changes to that…Ooooh…more tongue!” She added, sidetracked by Harry’s blowjob. Ginny chimed back in.
“She likes you, so if you’re lucky, she’ll let you cum every now and then, but I wouldn’t count on it. Now, fuck yourself better on my cock, I’m doing too much of the work!”
An hour or so later the door to the bedroom opened and Neville called into the other room.
“Get the cuck in here! You two, come too! You’ve all got cleaning up to do!”
Ginny and Luna pushed the extremely well-fucked Harry into the bedroom where they all stopped momentarily. Every piece of furniture in the bedroom was shifted and disheveled, as if a brawl had moved through the room. Cormac and Blaise lay on the bed, fast asleep, their sweaty bodies and glistening members on full display. Neville sat in an armchair, his impressive cock still fully engorged, sipping a fire whiskey.
“Luna, Ginny, come here and get to work. Sissy, your woman is in there. Get her cleaned up and back to Gryffindor tower.” He jerked his thumb at the bathroom and Harry and the two girls sank to their knees in front of him and took his massive tool in their mouths.
Harry entered the bathroom and took in the scene before him. Among the discarded scraps of clothing, copious puddles of cum, and the pervasive smell of piss, lay Hermione. She was naked save her heels, Gryffindor tie, and one stocking. Bruises and bite marks showed on her breasts, her neck, and her arse. Her hair was a matted mess of cum and piss. Her mouth hung open, cum and drool leaking onto her outstretched arm. Her ass and pussy were leaking too; both gaped slightly, showing thick globs of cum slowly leaking from each orifice.
Harry didn’t know how to start. He knelt by her.
“Huh?” She opened her left eye — the right seemed to have been sealed shut by cum — and gazed at Harry with a vacant, far away gaze that he’d never seen in her before, like the bright, curious, fiery woman he loved had fled, leaving a vessel for men’s pleasure in its place.
“Oh, Harry!” She said, quickly licking some cum of her arm and swallowing it. She smiled, wiped her right eye, and blinked several times. She looked more like his Hermione now. She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him, pushing a large drop of cum into his mouth. “I had so much fun! I’m sore everywhere! I need a bath! But we can’t do it here, Neville will need the room in a minute.” She pushed his face into her breasts. “Get me cleaned up a little, and we can go to the Prefect’s baths!”
Obediently, Harry went to work, licking clean first her breasts, with those magnificent pink nipples, then her taught, flat stomach. Next he lowered his face into her cleft, doing his best to savor her wonderful aroma through the thick musk of cum. Hermione ruined this slightly by forcing his face into her cunt and pushing out all of the cum in it in a single torrential gush. Harry gagged a little, but managed to swallow all of the cum before turning his attention to licking her folds clean, treasuring the purer taste of her that accompanied his success.
“Ooh, that’s nice,” she purred, running her finger through his hair. “My pussy is so sore! There are at least eight loads in it…I might have lost count. I swallowed that many at least, and there’s some in my ass, too. God! I feel amazing!”
With that, she came, pushing out more cum mixed with her juices into Harry’s mouth.
“Lie on your back and open your mouth!” She ordered.
Harry complied willingly and she slowly, and somewhat stiffly crouched over his face, positioning her asshole directly above his mouth. He watched as her rosebud, red and puffy from the abuse it had taken, pulsed, unleashing another torrent of cum directly into his mouth.
“Good boy,” she purred. “Now finish cleaning me up!” She lowered herself further until her asshole rested on his mouth.
“Are you two finished in there?” Called Neville.
“Yes, sir!” Replied Hermione. “Come on, Harry. It’s bath time!” She got up and helped him to his feet, leading him into the other room.
Neville was still in his chair, Luna on her knees in front of him, his cock clearly buried in her throat. Ginny was on the bed, lovingly licking Blaise’s balls as he sprawled there half-awake. Neville grinned evilly at Harry.
“There’s clothes for you two in the other room,” he said, pointing. “See you…” he groaned and pulled Luna’s head further down his shaft as he came, “…back in the dorms.”
“Thank you, sir.” Said Hermione, leading Harry into the other room. There they found matching pink and blue silk bathrobes, with a pair of jeweled silver buttplugs. Hermione immediately pulled her nightgown on, and, with a slight grimace, inserted the plug. The bottom barely covering her bare pussy, and the top struggled to cover her breasts. She threw the other to Harry. He pulled it on, seeing, to his shame, that the hem didn’t quite cover the chastity cage.
“We can’t go back like this!” He whispered to Hermione.
“Yes we can!” She replied, giggling. “The Prefect’s bath is only one floor down, and it’s late. We can take bigger robes once we’re there. Now bend over, and I’ll put your plug in!”
Harry bent over and Hermione leaned in, licking his ass to help the plug slide in easily. Harry shuddered in ecstasy as he felt her tongue tenderly lapping at his entrance, and then winced as she quickly pushed in the plug.
“Let’s go!” She chirped, seizing his hand.
Hermione skipped quickly down the hall, Harry at he heels, looking around warily. They reached the Prefect’s bathroom without incident and slipped inside. Hermione immediately threw her robe aside and dove into the massive tub. Harry looked around cautiously, ensuring that they were alone, before joining her.
“This feels so nice!” Cooed Hermione. “I’m sore everywhere!”
“Me too,” said Harry, paddling over to her. Seeing a loofah on the rim of the pool, Harry grabbed it and began to scrub Hermione’s back, letting his fingers slide over her skin, seeing and feeling the scrapes, bruises, and love bites that marked her back and neck. Hermione arched into his touch.
When she was as clean as she was likely to get, Hermione spun around and kissed Harry on the mouth, deepening the kiss as the loofah floated away and their hands started to explore each other’s bodies. Harry’s hands went almost instantly to Hermione’s breasts, kneading and stroking them, eliciting sharp gasps every time his fingers brushed a nipple.
Hermione began by caressing Harry’s chest, tracing his muscles and feeling him tense in arousal at her touch. She followed his musculature around to his back, and down to his ass, which she cupped. Then, with a wicked smile, she gave his buttplug a little tweak. He groaned.
“Let’s finish up, Harry! It’s after curfew and we don’t have the map or the cloak!”
She scrambled out of the tub and Harry marveled once again at her perfect body, now almost as clean and perfect as it had been when the night began. He followed her to the pile of towels and the two dried each other off, pausing occasionally to kiss. Once they were dry they each grabbed a fluffy white robe and tied it around themselves.
Harry opened the door a crack and peeked through. The corridor was empty and he couldn’t hear any footsteps. As quietly as possible, he and Hermione padded up towards Gryffindor tower. They were almost there when the light of a lantern suddenly loomed out of a door to their left. They stopped cold.
“Well, well, well,” came the unmistakable drawl of Filch, “What do we have here, Mrs. Norris? Looks like Mr. Longbottom was right, and these two are sneaking back from some debauchery! This is a serious matter, especially given how often you two whelps have made my life a living hell.”
He leered, his face twisting grotesquely. Hermione blushed, while Harry felt the blood drain out of his face, and, absurdly, into his cock.
“Given your state of dress, and the way Miss Granger just turned as red as a paddled bottom, I was right about the debauchery. That makes this more than a simple violation of curfew. Might even be an expelling matter…”
“No! Please!” Whispered Hermione. “I promise that this will never happen again! Don’t take this to Dumbledore or McGonogall! I’ll do anything!”
“Just what I was hoping to hear,” said Filch, licking his lips. “I might be convinced to lower it to a weeks detention for breaking curfew. Let’s see what’s under that robe, Granger, and I’ll decide if it might be worth bending the rules for you.”
Almost relieved, Hermione untied her belt and opened the robe. Filch looked like he’d won the lottery.
“Very nice, Granger,” he purred. He licked his lips again. “You’ll have a weeks detention with Professor Slughorn. Get back to your dormitory. Now, Potter, unless you’ve got a rack like that hiding under that robe, we’re off to see the Headmaster.”
He grabbed Harry’s arm in his gnarled hand and turned to head back downstairs.
“No!” Squeaked Hermione, “I thought that was for both of us! I’ve got more for you if you let Harry go, too!”
Filch turned and stared at her expectantly.
Looking like the cat who got the canary, Hermione let her robe fall open as she sauntered over to Filch and dropped to her knees. As her hands reached for his belt, Filch’s eyes went as wide as saucers. Hermione pulled out his cock, which, while nowhere near as impressive as either Cormac’s or Neville’s, still put Harry’s to shame at an acceptable six inches. Without any hesitation, she engulfed his septuagenarian member in her now rather experienced mouth.
“My, my, Potter,” gasped Filch, “You’re a lucky boy, eh?” He leered at Harry as his free hand went to the back of Hermione’s bushy head. “Your little bookworm girlfriend sucks like a whore!” Harry started to blush and would have pulled away if his arm hadn’t still been in Filch’s clutches.
Lacking the endurance of a teenager, and having been without relief other than his hand for so long, Filch didn’t last long. In mere minutes he was gasping and panting as he emptied his balls into Hermione’s throat. He pulled out and let the last drops splatter on her nose, lips, and breasts. He released Harry and collapsed against the wall.
“I’m almost willing to pass on the detention for that, Granger!” He said, smiling larger than either of them had ever seen. “But not quite. You’ve got Slughorn, Potter, you’ll have detention with Professor Sinistra, she’s been asking for help. Now get back to your dorms, the both of you, before I have to chain you up and fuck Granger here senseless!”
Harry took Hermione’s hand and they raced for Gryffindor Tower. Once inside Hermione broke into a fit of giggles and then pulled Harry into a kiss, Filch’s cum still smearing her face.
“Goodnight, Harry.” She purred. “I love you!”
“I love you too, Hermione.”
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