A Sirius Solution Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Harry and Hermione entered the Gryffindor common room to find the party in full swing. Despite his fame and spot on the Quidditch team, Harry had never really been one for large gatherings. Even when it came to the parties thrown after every Quidditch victory, he usually just showed up for a bit, was generally friendly, and then left. Hermione was even more introverted, and that was part of why the two of them had gotten along so well through the years. From the moment he saved her from the troll in their first year, the two were rarely seen apart, and most had just assumed that they were a couple long before they actually started dating. This party was one that they couldn’t really avoid and didn’t truly want to, as they had grown rather close to the girl it was being thrown for.

“Happy birthday, Parvati,” Harry said warmly, hugging the dusky-skinned beauty.

“Thanks, Harry,” Parvati breathed against his ear, feeling like she’d like nothing more than for him to carry her off then and there.

“Happy birthday,” Hermione said, handing her a well-wrapped gift.

“Hi, Harry, Hermione,” Seamus said, looking only slightly irritated at having lost the attention of the birthday girl. “Is that a book, then?”

“Sure feels like it,” Parvati said as she carefully removed the wrapping paper. “A simplified look at dressmaking charms?”

“It’s full of the sort of spells that Madam Malkin and other magical seamstresses use,” Hermione said. “I know you like altering and even making clothes at times, and I figured that you’d get some use out of it.”

“Thanks, Hermione, really,” Parvati said, flipping through the book.

“Oh, that looks like it could come in handy,” Lavender said, stopping her at a particular page on dress alteration spells.

Reaching into his mokeskin pouch, Harry pulled out his own gift, less artfully wrapped than Hermione’s, and gave it to her. Again taking her time to carefully remove the wrapping, Parvati gasped as she saw what was inside.

“Oh, Harry, it’s beautiful!” Parvati exclaimed, pulling a rather ornate hand mirror out and looking at herself in it.

“It’s far more than just beautiful,” Harry said, grinning. “There are runes on the side that you can use to make it grow to a full-sized standing mirror or shrink back down to that size, and it has one other feature. Look into it and imagine yourself wearing something else.”

“Okay,” Parvati said, and a moment later, she gasped. “Merlin’s balls!”

“What...oh holy shit!” Lavender said as she caught sight of herself in the mirror.

“It’s enchanted to show you how you’d look in different outfits or with your make-up done differently,” Harry explained. “Just picture what you want to see, and it’ll show it to you. You’ll never have to actually put on multiple outfits to decide what you want to wear ever again.”

“Harry, this is too much,” Parvati said, staring up at him in awe and affection.

“Not really,” Harry said. “The mirror isn’t terribly unique, and the enchantments were a fun project.”

“Wait, you did them?” Lavender asked.

“I didn’t know you were into enchanting,” Dean commented.

“Do you remember Fleur Delacour from the tournament last year?” Harry asked.

“Who bloody doesn’t?” Ron asked.

“Well, it seems that her, and Tonks grew quite close while they were competing against each other,” Harry said, “and they started dating not long after the tournament ended. She’s a distant cousin of mine and a less distant cousin of my godfather’s, so I was able to pick Fleur’s brain about what I wanted to do to the mirror. She’s really good at enchantments.”

“I wonder if two tri-wizard champions have ever started dating after a tournament before,” Lavender murmured.

“Wait, wait, you’re telling me that a veela and a metamorphmagus are dating?” Seamus asked. When Harry just nodded, he added, “there’s an image I didn’t know I needed.”

Harry snorted at that while Dean and Ron both got similar faraway looks on their faces.

“Well, at any rate, it’s a wonderful gift, Harry,” Parvati said, hugging him again. “Thank you.”

He wrapped his arms around the other girl and hazarded a look at Hermione, who just smiled at the scene. He’d been hesitant to show much affection publicly to the other women that he and his girlfriend had started sleeping with so far, not really knowing how to handle it, but Hermione had seemed less concerned about that lately. He still wasn’t about to try and make the full extent of their involvement public, however.

“Let’s talk later, okay?” Parvati asked. “There’s something that I want to run past you.”

“Okay,” Harry said.

Parvati excused herself then to put the various gifts she had received in her trunk upstairs, and Ginny tapped the enchanted music box that they used for their parties with her wand, turning it on. Harry and Hermione danced together, enjoying the happy atmosphere and each other’s company. Lavender, Ginny, and the birthday girl all took their turns with him as well, with Hermione happily stepping aside and grinning at them each time.

“Will Padma be stopping by?” Harry asked a good while later.

“No,” Parvati said. “She and I have our own friend groups, and we usually celebrate separately and then meet up later for a private celebration.”

Harry couldn’t help but imagine what he’d like those celebrations to look like and a moment later, Parvati giggled.

“Perv,” she whispered, winking at him.

“Mind if I cut back in?” Hermione asked. Just then, however, the music stopped.

“Damn it!” Lavender grumbled, drawing her wand and trying to get the music box working again. “Does anyone actually know how this piece of junk works?”

“Not really,” Dean said.

“It’s always just worked,” Seamus added.

“Hermione?” Ginny asked.

“I could probably figure it out if I set my mind to it, but it would take a while,” Hermione said. “It’s not something that I’ve ever given much thought to.”

“Fred and George are the ones who know it best,” Ron said, “them and Lee, but I don’t know where they are right now.”

“I could probably find them,” Harry said, thinking about heading upstairs and grabbing the map.

“Actually, I have a better idea,” Hermione said, drawing her wand.

She pointed it at the cushion of one of the chairs in the common room and started looking deeply focused. A moment later, the cushion began to change, transforming from a thing of stuffed fabric to wood. It changed further after that, elongating and thinning out, one half more than the other, until it had taken the basic shape of an acoustic guitar.

“Mione,” Harry groaned.

“Oh, come now,” Hermione said as she finished her transfiguration. “We have no music, and you’re very talented.”

“I could just find the twins,” Harry said.

“How talented are we talking?” Parvati asked.

“Brilliant,” Hermione replied.

“Do it for me?” Parvati asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

Hermione, Lavender, and Ginny all soon followed suit, and Harry just took the guitar without a word.

“I didn’t know you played the guitar, Harry,” Dean said.

“I play a number of instruments, actually,” Harry said, testing the guitar to make to sure it was in tune. Sure enough, it was, and he quickly launched into Classical Gas, his go-to song to test a guitar with.

“Bloody hell,” Ron muttered as the others, aside from Hermione, just looked shocked.

“Yeah, this will work,” Harry said, cutting himself off and beginning something a little easier to dance to.

According to Sirius, at the age of three, Harry had picked up a flute that the man had been removing curses from and left lying on the table after he’d finished and started playing it with such astounding skill that his godfather had been left gobsmacked by the sight. Harry didn’t know if he truly believed that, as Sirius had a habit of exaggerating where he was concerned, but he did know that he had yet to try his hand at an instrument that he didn’t have an easy time learning. He just didn’t particularly like being the center of attention, and he hadn’t done anything like this to a crowd before.

Closing his eyes, he let his mind wander as his fingers began to strum the string of the guitar. He began with one short tune that he knew and then transitioned to a second one afterward. Once it was done, I stopped thinking about specific songs and just let the music flow, playing whatever felt right. The sounds of dancing and merriment washed over him until they also faded and he was alone with his song.

His mind wandered further as he continued to play, and he found himself in a vast stretch of beautiful rural land, untouched by man or civilization. Rolling green hills stretched for miles in front of him, beautiful and untainted. Turning around, he saw a large olive grove and walked under the shade of one of the larger trees, enjoying the respite from the sun. There was a name for this land, a name that he was sure was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t quite recall it. Furrowing his brow, he tried to remember, feeling irritated by just how close it seemed despite remaining elusive. He tried to think harder, pushing himself to remember…

“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed, breaking him out of his sort of trance.

“Ugh!” Harry groaned, feeling a headache form at how abruptly he’d been roused from the meditative state he’d been in. When he opened his eyes, though, the sight that greeted him distracted him from the headache.

Everyone in the room was sweating and looked tired, as though they’d all just been playing some sort of sports game.

“Bloody...hell,” Ron panted.

“Fuck me...Potter...what was...that?” Seamus panted.

“What the hell happened?” Harry asked, standing up and staring at them all in confusion as they recovered.

“We couldn’t stop dancing,” Ginny explained, less winded than the others thanks to her greater athleticism.

“What?” Harry asked.

“That cushion...must have been...spelled,” Hermione panted.

Harry set the transfigured guitar down gently, as though concerned that it might do something else, and rushed over to check on his girlfriend. There was a sheen of sweat over her face, and under different circumstances, he would have found the look hot. The tired teens recovered quickly enough from their exertion, and before long they were sitting down and relaxing. Harry and Hermione were cuddled together on a couch, Harry’s arm around her waist.

“Hmm,” Hermione said as she looked at the cushion, “I’m not finding any spells on this, though I suppose it could just be very subtle.”

“Probably the twins’ doing,” Ginny shrugged.

“Perhaps,” Hermione said. “I know that Professor McGonagall has warned us before about transfiguring charmed objects and the unpredictable consequences that doing so can have.”

“I’m sorry again about that,” Harry said.

“I can’t say it wasn’t fun,” Parvati said, “at least at first.”

“Well, I must be off,” Lavender said, kissing Parvati’s cheek. “Flitwick will flip if I’m late for detention.”

“What did you get detention for?” Ginny asked.

“Talking in class,” Lavender replied, reddening slightly. “Happy birthday again, Parvati. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Night, Lavender,” Parvati said.

“I’m off too; I’m afraid,” Ginny sighed. “I’ve got a potions essay that I need to get done soon, tonight if possible.”

“Do you need any help?” Hermoine asked automatically.

“No, I’ve got a grasp of what I need to write,” Ginny replied. “I just need to actually write the damn thing, sadly.”

“Well, I’m here if you need me,” Hermione said.

Harry patted her thigh and smiled at her. His girlfriend’s eagerness to help her friends was one of his favorite things about her. As they sat there quietly, just enjoying the warmth of the fireplace as she continued to try and find out what had caused the odd enchantment on the guitar, the other people there gradually said goodnight to Parvati and them, until the three were alone.

“Guess it’s just us left,” Parvati said, smiling conspiratorially at them.

“Whatever shall we do?” Harry asked with a grin, wrapping his other arm around her.

“Oh, I can think of a few things,” Parvati mused.

“Fine, I give up,” Hermione huffed as she sat the cushion down. “I’ll have to ask Professor McGonagall tomorrow, because I can’t find anything that would explain what happened.”

“So, Parvati, what was it you wanted to talk about?” Harry asked.

“Oh, right,” Parvati said. “I was wondering if there was one other thing you’d be willing to do for me, you know, for my birthday.”

“Go on,” Harry said, his voice low and rumbling, and he grinned at how her eyes darkened with lust.

“I want you to destroy me,” Parvati breathed, and Harry swore her every word went straight to his cock.

“I’m going to...need a little more to go on,” Harry shuddered.

Parvati giggled and leaned in close, saying, “I need to see Padma for a bit, but when I’m done, I’m going to go to the Room of Requirement, strip down, and wait on the bed for you. What I want you to do is bind me and do everything in your power to drive me mad with lust without letting me cum. Deny me over and over again until I’m crying and begging for release, and then fuck me like you own me.”

“Fucking hell, Parvati,” Harry growled.

“If I can walk in the morning, I’m going to be very disappointed,” Parvati said, grinning and tracing a finger along his jaw.

Harry grabbed her hand so quickly that her eyes widened and her breath hitched. Placing a kiss on her inner wrist, he smirked at her and said, “disappointed is the last thing you’re going to be when I’m done with you.”

“Are you sure about this?” Hermione asked, giving Parvati a pointed look.

“Mmhmm,” Parvati replied, giving Hermione the same look.

Feeling like he might be missing something here, Harry cocked an eyebrow at his girlfriend, but she gave him no indication that anything was amiss.

“See you soon,” Parvati purred.

“Is there something I should know?” Harry asked once he and Hermione were alone.

“Nothing you won’t enjoy, I promise,” Hermione said, snuggling into his side.

“Are you sure it was the guitar?” Harry asked.

“What do you mean?” Hermione asked.

“While I was playing, I closed my eyes because I’m not used to doing that for an audience, and I just let my mind drift,” Harry explained. “Before you woke me from my daydream, I was standing in the middle of a land I had never seen before, but which seemed familiar somehow.”

“What did it look like?” Hermione asked.

“It wasn’t in Britain, for one thing,” Harry said. “There was an olive grove there and vast empty hills beyond it.”

“Interesting,” Hermione said.

“It seemed like I had been there before, though I hadn’t,” Harry said, “and the name of the place was right on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t recall it. I just don’t know if what happened was the guitar or if I somehow did it without realizing it.”

“You’ve played for me before without trouble,” Hermoine said.

“I know,” Harry said, “and in all likelihood, it was just something that the twins did to that cushion, but it was just weird.”

“Well, like I said, I’m going to bring the cushion to Professor McGonagall and potentially Professor Flitwick as well. Let’s wait to see what they find before getting concerned.”

“Alright,” Harry said, groaning in pleasure as she crawled into his lap and started massaging his shoulders and neck. “I don’t deserve you.”

“We’ve had this playfight before, and you’ve never won,” Hermione laughed.

“The last time we did, you weren’t letting me enjoy our...friends like you are now,” Harry said.

“I’ve been ‘enjoying our friends’ just as much as you,” Hermione said. “To be honest, I don’t think we should ever stop.”

“It might get awkward if we decide to marry and have kids,” Harry said.

“Not necessarily,” Hermione said, giving him pause.

“Wait, you really think you could see us all being together long term?” Harry asked.

“I just think that I could have the sexiest bridesmaids of all time,” Hermione said. Leaning in, she whispered, “particularly if they were all pregnant.”

“Holy fuck,” Harry groaned, both at the image she’d put in his head and the way she ground herself on his cock through their robes as she said it.

“Just getting you ready for the birthday girl,” Hermione giggled, and he was tempted to pull her over his knee and spank her arse red.

It was at that moment that he remembered where they were and took a mental step back, helping her off of his lap.

“You’re going to take care of this later,” Harry growled softly, pointing at the significant bulge in his pants.

“I sure hope so,” Hermione replied, looking at him with lidded eyes.

*****

The two of them had waited a bit before going to the Room of Requirement. Harry had still had an erection by the time they decided to leave, and Hermione offered to go get the map while he calmed down.

“Sorry again about not getting the cloak,” she said as they approached the seventh-floor corridor.

“It’s fine,” Harry said. “Honestly, the castle seems dead right now, and we can always check the map if we hear something.”

As they reached the corridor where the hidden entrance to the Room of Requirement lay, they noticed that the door was already there and didn’t hesitate to let themselves in, though both of them came to a halt the second they saw what awaited them. Parvati was completely naked and on her knees, her hands clasped behind her back and her head bowed. She looked like she was shaking, and given the warmth of the room, they knew it had nothing to do with the cold. Her rock-hard nipples weren’t climate-related either.

“Parvati,” Harry said.

“Y...yes, master?” Parvati asked, not looking up.

“Fuck,” Hermione breathed next to him.

Harry felt the erection that he’d gotten from Hermione’s teasing, which had largely subsided by then, surge back rapidly. He closed the door behind him and slowly walked over to where Parvati was kneeling on the floor. Her gorgeous arse was pressed against her calves as she rested there, but as he reached down and palmed one of her breasts, she jumped, and he got a good look at just how much of her wetness had dripped from her.

“So wet,” he murmured, and he took her jaw in his hand to push her head up so he could look into her eyes. There was an almost manic need in them, like he’d never seen from her, and he wondered just how long she had been thinking about this. “Did you get this wet just thinking about me using you, or did you touch yourself?”

“I didn’t!” Parvati gasped. “I’ve been a good girl, master.”

“I think she has,” Hermione said, joining him and ghosting her fingers over the smooth skin of the other girl’s back. “I think she’d been a very good pet.”

“How long have you thought about this?” Harry asked.

“Years, master,” Parvati replied. “Imagining being under someone else’s control like this has always made me wet, and ever since I learned what you were doing with P...Lavender, I’ve barely been able to look at you without thinking about it. I just didn’t know how to ask.”

“Well, framing it as a birthday gift was a good idea, I guess,” Harry chuckled. “Lie on the bed on your back, with her legs spread and your arms above your head.”

“Yes, master,” Parvati gasped, rushing her feet shakily and rushing to the bed.

She obediently laid down with her legs spread and stretched her hands above her head. Harry took a moment to admire her beautiful body. She’d always been stunning, easily one of the most beautiful girls in their year, and he’d enjoyed making her his over the past few weeks. She must have feasted well over the course of her birthday because he swore that her belly looked a little softer than normal, but aside from that, she looked as she always did,

“Who do you belong to?” Harry asked, his voice as low and commanding as he could get it.

“You!” Parvati exclaimed.

“You’re mine, are you?” Harry asked, grinning devilishly down at her. “So I guess these breasts are mine?”

He cupped and kneaded her perky mounds as he asked the question, making her gasp and moan.

“Yes, master!” Parvati cried. “They’re yours to play with as you like.”

“And these love lips?” Harry asked, ghosting a finger over them.

“They’re yours!” Parvati cried, “to wrap around your giant cock whenever you want.”

Moving down her body, he let his fingers glide over her skin, making her shiver.

“And this cunt?” he asked, spreading her dewy petals with his fingers.

“My cunt is yours, master!” Parvati whimpered.

“You’re damn right, it is,” Harry said. “Your arsehole too.”

“Yes!” Parvati exclaimed.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” Harry groaned, amazed at just how turned on she was. “Are you close, my pet?”

“I won’t cum without permission, I swear, master,” Parvati said.

Harry rolled her onto her side and brought his hand down on her arsecheek, making her shriek in surprise as much as pain.

“That wasn’t the question I asked,” he growled.

“Sorry, master!” Parvati cried, her whole body shaking with need. “I’m close, but I swear I won’t cum.”

“Good girl,” Harry said, grinning as she shivered. “I know you won’t cum. Hermione and I will make sure of it.”

“Incarcerous,” Hermione cast, and suddenly ropes appeared and bound Parvati’s arms and legs to the posts of the bed.

Parvati looked at her in shock and delight as she realized just how bound she was. They weren’t done, though, and Harry drew his own wand, pointing it right at her.

“Gaudenegata,” he whispered, and Parvati felt a shiver go through her entire body.

“If you’re wondering what that was,” Hermione said softly. “It’s a little spell I found in the Black family library that I guarantee I never would have found here. Until it’s undone, no matter what happens, you cannot cum.”

“Oh, Merlin!” Parvati shuddered.

“We’re going to have so much fun with you,” Harry said, grinning wolfishly down at her.

He moved up to her chest and started planting hot kisses on one of her breasts, avoiding her nipple for the time being. Hermione quickly joined him and began mirroring his actions on the other one. The two of them had had a little time to plan what they were going to do to torment Parvati, as she’d said she wanted them to, and they’d come up with quite a few ideas. When they both started sucking on her nipples at once, she cried out.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good!” Parvati moaned, squirming uselessly where she lay.

Harry and Hermione continued slowly teasing her with their lips and tongues, the both of them knowing that they were in no hurry. Parvati squirmed and quivered under them, mewling and moaning in tortured delight as the pleasure continued to assault her brain. She was already close to her orgasm when they started, and even though they were just stimulating her breasts, Harry figured that without the spell, she might have already cum. Grinning to himself, after a few minutes of gently teasing, he decided to wrap his lips around her large brown nipples and start speaking parseltongue against the nub.

“What the fuck!” Parvati screamed, struggling against the ropes as intense pleasure rocked her body.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten parseltongue,” Hermione giggled, brushing the other woman’s long black hair out of her face. Leaning in, she whispered, “I wonder how long you’ll be able to endure that against your clit without relief.”

Harry switched to the other nipple and began speaking the language of the snakes against it as well, thoroughly amused at how desperate Parvati already seemed. She had been a needy little thing for him before, but never like this, and he found the power he had over her to be intoxicating. Eventually he grew impatient and moved lower, peppering her flat yet soft belly with kisses on his way to her overflowing cunt. Without a hair in the way, he could clearly see the river of her arousal running down between the cheeks of her arse and over her puckered hole.

“You’ve been good so far, pet,” Harry said, “but this is going to be far more intense than anything you’ve experienced before. Do you want to keep going?”

“I’m yours, master,” Parvati panted. “You don’t need my permission to play with me.”

Harry just shook his head and chuckled, wondering where exactly this had come from. He wasn’t about to complain, however, and he quickly buried his face between her parted thighs. No sooner had his vibrated tongue touched her engorged clit than a shrill scream erupted from her.

“FUCK!” Parvati shrieked as the vibrations rattled her.

She had been hovering right on the edge for what felt like hours, and she knew that without the spell Harry had put on her, a stiff breeze could have made her cum, but the parseltongue against her clit was infinitely worse than anything she’d experienced yet. The fires of her arousal became an all-consuming inferno, and her entire being became engulfed by a need more powerful than she’d ever known.

Every muscle in her body tensed and grew taut as she continued to hover right at the edge of her long-denied release. Her pussy clenched around nothing, and she grew desperate for two things above all else: a cock to fill the aching void inside her and her orgasm. Finally, it became too much and she was forced to do the one thing that she had been actively trying to keep herself from doing no matter what: beg.

“Please,” Parvati whimpered, her voice barely audible.

“What was that?” Hermoine asked, amused.

“Pleaseletmecum,” Parvati rushed out.

“Not quite clear yet,” Hermione said, and she snapped.

“Please let me cum!” Parvati screamed. “Please, gods, I need it! Fuck me and let me cum, I beg you!”

“All you had to do was ask,” Harry chuckled, getting up.

He slapped her throbbing clit with his cock, making her yelp and buck against the ropes. Grabbing his wand, he made sure to time things perfectly, canceling the spell just as he pushed his cock inside her. He pushed inside her in one stroke, tearing through her hymen and continuing on until he was buried to the hilt.

“Wait, what?” he thought to himself as he felt his cock tear through something very thin on the way in.

He was about to ask what that was when the question died in his throat as an ear-piercing squeal erupted from her lips.

“YES!” she shrieked, cumming hard and squirting all over him.

Her long-denied release crashed over with an intensity she couldn’t even understand. Her every taut muscle quivered and shook as the pleasure consumed her from head to toe. Harry felt her inner muscles spasm around his length and groaned, the burning question in his mind set aside for the moment so he could enjoy just how fucking good she felt. He fucked her through her orgasm, and as the first led to another, her guttural screams grew louder. Perhaps because of the sheer intensity of the first climax, or perhaps because, as he realized, this was her first time, she only managed to last through three before she passed out, grinning from ear-to-ear.

“Parvati?” he asked, looking around the room.

Hermione laughed and looked impressed at how quickly he figured it out. The reason for her “forgetting” his cloak was suddenly obvious.

“Harry,” Parvati said, taking the cloak off.

She was entirely naked and looked like she’d been rubbing herself raw as she watched the show he’d put on. He pulled his rock-hard cock out of the girl under him and noticed it was red in spots with Padma’s blood.

“So which one of you thought this up?” he asked, sitting down next to the panting, unconscious girl.

“I had wanted to share you with Padma for a while,” Parvati said.

“And I’d wanted to watch you fuck them both,” Hermione added. “When I told Parvati that she could tell Padma the truth, and found out that she was really into submission and orgasm-denial, I figured this would be fun.”

“Fucking hot too, Merlin’s balls,” Parvati moaned. Looking at her sleeping twin, she said, “happy birthday, sis.”

“So this really was a birthday gift,” Harry chuckled, wiping his cock off on the sheets.

“Mmhmm,” Parvati agreed. “Are you mad?”

“To have lived the dream of every boy in this castle?” Harry asked rhetorically. “Not at all.”

“Good,” Parvati said, “because watching you blow Padma’s mind made me so hot I’m dripping down my thighs here.”

Harry swiped a finger up her slick thigh and brought it to his lips, licking it clean. Parvati shuddered at the sight and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her close as he deepened the kiss. His cock, still hard and slick with Padma’s juices, pressed against her belly, and he grinned down at her as he broke the kiss. He had of course thought about fucking the both of them; he doubted that any straight boy in the castle hadn’t, but he hadn’t even asked for it for fear of annoying her. He was going to deeply enjoy having them both at once in a few days once Padma had recovered from her first time.

“Was that really how your sister wanted her first time to go?” Harry asked. “Most girls have more romantic ideas.”

“Padma’s been reading erotica for years,” Parvati replied. “When I told her about us and how big and dominant you are, it was like the floodgates broke, and she started detailing really intense fantasies. Expect her to want more like this.”

“I think I can handle that,” Harry chuckled. “Now, do you want to keep talking, or do you want to climb on my cock?”

Parvati pushed him back lightly, and he let himself fall while laughing. The next thing he knew, the girl, nearly identical to the one passed out next to him, crawled into his lap, picked up his cock, and sank down in one go.

“Oh gods!” Parvati moaned as she took him to the hilt. “It was so fucking hot watching you fuck Padma.”

“Did it give you any ideas?” Harry asked.

“I don’t think I’d like the kind of things that she does, but I’ll happily help you torture her next time,” Parvati said, winking.

Harry felt his cock twitch inside her at her words. “But you two are…”

“Sisters?” Parvati asked, grinning wickedly down at him. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, “who do you think helped get her ready for you before you and Mione arrived?”

Harry flipped them over and stared down at her in frenzied lust. “You and her…”

“We’re identical, Harry,” Parvati giggled. “Her fingers are my fingers, her lips are my lips, and her tongue is my tongue. It’s more like really good masturbation, reaLLY!”

She shrieked as he pulled back and slammed forward again, filling her utterly. He worked up to a bruising pace almost immediately until he was outright pounding her. Parvati threw her head back, her face a picture of pleasure as he fucked her hard, and wrapped her legs tightly around him.

“Why do you think I was so keen on helping Padma achieve her fantasy?” Hermione asked, settling in next to them. “I can’t wait to watch the two of them together.”

“Neither one of you is going to walk right for a week after the first time I see that,” Harry growled.

“Don’t care!” Parvati shrieked. “Soreness is...oh fuck...worth it for this!”

“None of us have ever minding limping a bit in the morning,” Hermione whispered in his ear, her nails raking gently over his scalp. “I, for one, like the reminder of how you felt inside me.”

Hermione’s words drove him even wilder, and as he felt Parvati start to flutter around him and her back start to rise off the bed, he groaned, more turned on than he could remember.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!” Parvati squealed as she came undone.

Harry continued fucking the quivering, convulsing girl, feeling that same pride swell within him that he always did when one of them came on his cock. Parvati continued screaming as wave after wave of soul-searing pleasure thundered through her entire body. Harry’s hips were a blur as he continued to piston in and out of her shaking form, even as her cunt gushed and soaked his balls. Her pleasure went on and on as one orgasm bled into the next, her mind marinating in unending bliss. Eventually, it proved too much, and just like her sister, she passed out, going limp as her eyes fluttered shut.

“Fuck me,” Harry groaned, pulling his cock from her gaping cunt and taking a step back.

“Don’t they make a pair?” Hermione giggled, wrapping her arms around him from behind and poking her head around until it was pressed against his bicep.

“What were you saying about me deserving you again?” Harry chuckled.

“You and I both know I’m enjoying all of this as much as you are,” Hermione replied, walking around and looking up into his eyes.

Sure enough, her generally chocolate-brown eyes were nearly black with wanton desire, and Harry shuddered at the sight.

“My goodness, you look almost painfully hard,” Hermione cooed, taking his cock in her hand and stroking him gently.

“I was getting close just now,” Harry sighed, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of her small hand on him.

“I’ll just have to finish what they started then,” Hermione cooed, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. Using his shoulders to help her balance, she climbed up until her legs were wrapped around his waist, with his cock trapped between her steaming-hot cunt and his abdomen. “Press me up against the wall and fuck me until I forget my own name.”

“Your wish is my command,” Harry whispered in her ear, making her shudder.

He walked them over to the wall, pressing her back against it, and lined himself up with her dripping pussy. As he pushed inside, making her gasp, he wondered yet again just how he had gotten so lucky. That question could be answered another day, if it ever would be; as for now, he had a wonderful girlfriend whose brains he needed to fuck out.