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“Hey, I’m sorry about your aunt, Katie,” Angelina said, settling down on Katie’s bed.

“Thanks, Ang,” Katie said. “Truth be told, I hardly knew her.”

“Were she and your mum not close?” Alicia asked.

“My grandparents had my mum quite late in life,” Katie said. “There were actually twenty years between her and Aunt Beatrice.  As I understand it, she helped them out with mum when she was a baby, but she got married and moved out before she went to Hogwarts.”

“Ah, so they just had too little in common,” Angelina said.

“That was part of it, but it was mostly because my uncle George and cousin Robert died during the war,” Katie said grimly. “Aunt Beatrice became somewhat of a hermit after that.  I think I might have seen her three or four times in my entire life and I never met Uncle George or Robert.”

“So many died so senselessly because of that monster,” Alicia spat.

“Your aunt never remarried?” Angelina asked.

“No,” Katie replied. “She never recovered from the losses and rarely left her manor.  Mum’s inherited it, though I don’t think she knows what she wants to do with it.  The loss has hit her pretty hard.”

“She did seem pretty upset,” Angelina said.

“I think its just hit her how little she knew her own sister,” Katie said. “I don’t think she could have done much to change that, but still…”

“So, your mum was her only heir?” Alicia asked.

“Mmhmm,” Katie said. “That’s actually why I invited you two over.”

“Oh?” Angelina asked.

“She never remarried, but Aunt Beatrice clearly still had needs, and Mum’s now the proud owner of a vast collection of erotic novels,” Katie said, grinning.

“Your straight-laced mother?” Angelina laughed.

“Thought she was going to have a heart attack when she realized what so many of the books in the Gamp library actually were,” Katie snickered. “I’m sure she’s going to burn them, so I snagged a few at random.”

Reaching under her bed, Katie pulled out a small pile of leather-bound books.

“The titles of some of these are hilarious,” she said, opening the one on top. “This one’s called: It Takes Three to Tango.”

The other two giggled and reached for other books.

“I’ve got The Vampire’s Kiss here,” Alicia laughed.

“This one’s just strange,” Angelina commented. “It’s called Her Serpentine Lover.”

“I seriously hope the main character doesn’t fuck a snake in it,” Katie grimaced.

“How would you even fuck a snake?” Angelina asked.

“Let him slither in,” Alicia joked without missing a beat.

Katie hit her with a pillow, making her burst out laughing.

“Thanks for that image, Alicia,” Angelina said flatly.

“What is it about?” Alicia asked.

Angelina just grunted and opened the book to a random page. “She lost herself in his gaze, his dark eyes beckoning her over to him with promises of all the filthy things that had filled her dreams for years and things she knew not of.”

“They’re all that over the top, by the way,” Katie said. “The sex scenes can be pretty hot, but some of the dialogue is straight-up hilarious.”

Flipping through the book, Angelina came upon another page. “Franco captured her lips and, with them, her soul.  She melted into his embrace, surrendering the kiss.  A moan escaped her lips as his tongue pierced them, dancing with hers just like they had danced together under the moonlight not an hour earlier.  The heat blooming within her core threatened to melt her entire being.  She needed his touch like she needed air.”

“You weren’t kidding,” Alicia said, fanning herself. “Why’s it called Her Serpentine Lover, though?”

“No idea,” Angelina replied, flipping further through the book.  “Ooo, I think he’s going to eat her out here.  You want me to keep searching for the snake, or read this part?”

“Read it, please,” Katie said. “I hadn’t even looked at that book yet.”

“Alright,” Angelina said.

“Every kiss along her belly made her tremble with need, and she opened her legs wider in the hopes of enticing him to hurry.  Franco chuckled at her, his dark eyes nearly black with desire as he peered up her, yet he did not hurry.  Seemingly determined to drive her mad, he continued his slow descent along her body, inching his way towards her burning core.  When he finally reached her overflowing womanhood, she could see mischief in his eyes and feared that he would tease her further, but he didn’t, instead swiping his long, dexterous tongue along the valley of her heated flesh.

‘Franco!’ she cried, her thighs trembling as pleasure, such as she had never known, flooded her brain.  His tongue was so much better than her fingers or his had ever been.

‘My darling, you’re trembling,’ he said. ‘Such a needy thing, my Deirdre.’

‘Please, my love, don’t tease me any more,’ she begged. ‘I need it so badly.’

‘I know that you do,’ he said tenderly. ‘I promised you pleasure beyond imagining, and I am a man of my word.  Tell me, though, have you guessed yet why it is that Parselmouths are considered creatures of hedonism and debauchery?’

She hadn’t given it much thought, and at the moment, thoughts largely escaped her.  Shaking her head, she was relieved when he merely grinned and returned down between her parted thighs.  She felt his tongue on her again and snaked her fingers through the thick black curls atop his head.  She had never felt anything this good in her life, and she couldn’t truly fathom that anything could ever feel better.  No sooner had she thought this, though, than she heard the telltale hissing sound of him speaking parseltongue.

She didn’t have so much as a second to ask why he was doing that before her entire world went white.  Ecstasy beyond her wildest dreams coursed through her entire body as his incredible tongue vibrated against her slick folds.  Lights flashed behind her eyes, and she writhed and convulsed on the bed.  In the distance, she heard the sound of screaming and realized only after the fact that it had been hers.

“Would that...would that work?” Alicia asked, rubbing her thighs together.

“I mean, the vibration charm feels pretty bloody amazing, and a tongue feels better,” Angelina said. “I can’t imagine that the two together wouldn’t feel insanely good.”

“And you can’t cast that spell on body parts,” Katie said.

They had all heard horror stories of girls who had to go see Madam Pomfrey because they couldn’t get their fingers to stop vibrating.  The idea of having to explain what they had done to the old healer was too mortifying to attempt to find out if the stories were true.

“Am I the only one thinking that we all happen to know a parselmouth?” Angelina asked.

“Harry?” Alicia asked, staring off into space as she considered what Angelina had just said.

“He’s a bit young,” Katie said.

“Only a year younger than you,” Angelina argued, “and no younger than you were when you blew Davies.”

“Don’t remind me,” Katie scowled. “I guess he’s just always seemed younger than he is because he’s never shown much interest in girls.”

“Maybe he’s gay?” Alicia posited.

“Hats off to the boys then, because I doubt a vibrating tongue would feel any less amazing against a knob than a clit,” Angelina said.

“I’ve never seen him check out a boy either,” Katie said.

“He does keep to himself,” Alicia said. “If he’s not with the team, he’s with Granger and Ron.”

“Yeah, it could just be shyness,” Katie said.

“It wouldn’t be a bad idea to get to know him a little better,” Angelina said, grinning.

“What, all of us?” Katie asked.

“Why not?” Angelina asked. “None of us are seeing anyone at the moment, and it’s not like we haven’t had fun together before.”

“Plus, with all of us together, it won’t seem at all like a date, so if he turns out to be gay, it will be less awkward,” Alicia said.

The three of them went on from there, putting together a plan to seduce their youngest teammate and find out if there was any truth to the claims in that erotic novel.

*****

Harry wandered into the Gryffindor common room, unable to share in the excitement that seemed to be near-universal.  It wasn’t just the announcement that there would be no Quidditch this year, though that absolutely sucked, but he was also filled with a sense of dread.  This Triwizard Tournament sounded like the exact sort of trouble that always seemed to draw him in, no matter what.  He doubted that the headmaster’s age line would help him much in that regard, though it did make him wonder why everyone seemed so excited when most of them couldn’t even try to enter.

“Why the hell did Dumbledore have to go and put up that bloody age line?” Ron grumbled, sitting down by the fireplace.

“You aren’t seriously thinking that it would have been a good idea to enter the tournament?” Hermione scoffed as she joined him.

“A thousand galleons?” Ron asked rhetorically. “Eternal glory?  I’d have to be mad not to want it.”

“Even without the age line, you wouldn’t have been chosen,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

“Thanks a lot,” Ron spat.

“That came out wrong,” Hermione amended. “I just mean that none of us would have been.  In truth, the age line seems superfluous, since I can’t imagine anyone other than a seventh year or a particularly talented sixth year being chosen even without it.”

“He must have put it up for some reason,” Ron countered.

“I guess, strange as it seems, there must have been younger competitors who were chosen and died in previous tournaments,” Hermione said. “That’s another reason why entering it would have been a mistake.  I just don’t know by what possible metric a younger student would have been chosen over a more experienced one to begin with.”

“Think about the things that we’ve survived, Mione,” Ron argued. “We’ve seen more action than any of the bloody seventh years.  Trolls and dark wizards, basilisks, and dementors.  You think the likes of our Head Boy could have handled all of that?  Back me up, Harry.”

“You have been oddly quiet,” Hermione murmured to him.

“We’ve been lucky,” Harry said, staring into the fire. “No one’s luck lasts forever.”

“What crawled up your arse, mate?” Ron asked, immediately getting swatted in the arm by Hermione.

“I just have a bad feeling about this tournament,” Harry said.  Shaking his head, he added, “or I’m just sulking about Quidditch being canceled.”

“You and me both,” a new voice commented.

Harry turned and saw Angelina Johnson staring at him.

“Oh, hey Angelina,” he said. “I’m sorry about quidditch.  I’m sure you were looking forward to being captain this year.”

“At least I’ll still be here next year,” Angelina said, “and I’m thinking about entering the tournament myself.”

“I guess your birthday’s coming up soon?” Hermione asked.

“October 27th,” Angelina replied. “I’ll be cutting it close, but I can manage.”

“Just think it over carefully,” Harry said. “This thing sounds a lot more dangerous than playing quidditch against the snakes.”

“Thanks for your concern,” Angelina said warmly.

“You know, we probably should practice at least a few times this year,” Harry mused. “Wouldn’t want to head into next year completely rusty.”

“That’s a good idea,” Angelina said, a smirk ghosting over her face so quickly that Harry wasn’t sure if he saw it correctly. “In fact, the girls and I were going to meet up to talk about what we were going to do this year.  We could use your input if you’re up for it.”

“Of course,” Harry said automatically. “Just let me know when and where.”

“Will do,” Angelina said. “See you around, Harry.”

“See you,” Harry said, smiling at her as she turned to walk away.

“Ronald!” Hermione hissed, and Harry turned back to look at her and Ron.

“What?” Ron asked with a dopey look on his face.

Hermione just scowled and muttered something under her voice that sounded like “boys.”

*****

Harry felt rather relaxed a few days later as he made his way to the fourth-floor corridor that the note he had received told him to head to.  The routine of his classes helped put his mind at ease despite his concerns over the tournament.  Although Professor Moody was odd to be sure, he at least seemed relatively competent, which alone put him in the upper half of the defense professors he had had.  He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t miss Professor Lupin, though.  As he reached the spot that Angelina’s note had told him to go to, he became immediately confused, as, while there was a little alcove with a suit of armor as described, to either side of it were stone walls.

“Walk to the right of the suit of armor,” Harry read again as he looked over the note. “Seriously, just walk in.”

Looking over at the wall, Harry shrugged and pocketed the note.  It wasn’t the first time that he was asked to walk into a solid-looking wall, and it had only gone poorly once.  Walking in, he immediately felt that the wall was fake and emerged into a cozy-looking room where Angelina, Alicia, and Katie were waiting for him, each sipping on what looked like firewhiskey.

“Hey, Harry,” Katie said. “Come in.”

“What is this place?” Harry asked as he walked in.

“Just one of Hogwarts’ many secrets,” Alicia replied. “I was out after curfew last year when I ducked into this corridor to get away from Filch.  I went to lean on that wall out there as I waited for him to bugger off and fell inside.”

“We’ve made it our own little get-away spot since,” Angelina said. “You’re actually the only one we’ve told about it.”

“Why me?” Harry asked.

“You’re our teammate,” Katie said, smiling at him. “We’d tell the twins but…”

“They’d use it as a place to store all their mad experiments,” Alicia cut in. “We’ll thank you to keep this to yourself.”

“Of course,” Harry said.

“Come sit down,” Angelina beckoned him over, pointing to a comfortable-looking chair.

“You ever had firewhiskey, Harry?” Alicia asked as he joined them.

“No,” Harry replied. “I live with my muggle relatives and haven’t had any opportunities to here.”

“Well, here,” Alicia said, pouring him a small glass of the stuff. “It burns on the way down, but the effect is more than worth it.”

“Thanks,” he said, taking the glass.

Bringing the cool amber liquid to his lips, Harry swallowed his sip quickly and immediately began coughing.  It felt like it had seared his throat, and the burning sensation shocked him.  As quickly as it hit, however, it faded, leaving him with a nice, comforting warmth that spread throughout his body.

“You handled that better than Katie did her first time,” Angelina said.

“Hey!” Katie exclaimed.

“You immediately burped fire and turned beet red,” Alicia giggled.

“It was a shock,” Katie said defensively. “I got used to it, at least.”

“You get used to that?” Harry asked.

“Eh, it never doesn’t burn,” Angelina replied, “but that warm, relaxing feeling is worth it.”

“I understand that, I guess,” Harry said, taking another small sip and grimacing at the searing heat of it. “So you wanted to talk about working out a Quidditch schedule?”

“Yeah, we were thinking that we could try practicing twice a month to start out,” Angelina said. “We have no idea how radically things around here will change for the tournament’s events and the students from the other schools, so it would probably be best not to be overly ambitious in scheduling things now.”

“That makes sense,” Harry said. “Once we know more about what all of this is going to mean and how it will work, we can change things up if we want to or if we notice that we’re slipping.”

“That’s what I said,” Katie said, smiling at him.

Something about the way she was looking at him made Harry blush lightly, and he looked away, sipping on his firewhiskey.

“So if you already have that figured out, was there anything you else you needed?” Harry asked.

“Actually, we were hoping to get to know you a little better,” Angelina said.

“Really?” Harry asked in surprise.

“We’ve played on the same team for years, but we haven’t really spent all that much time together outside of matches and practices,” Alicia said.

“We wanted to change that,” Katie said.

“There isn’t that much to say, really,” Harry said, falling on his old habitual modesty. “After...that Halloween night, I was raised by my mum’s muggle sister and her family.  They don’t really like magic much, and I didn’t even know I was a wizard the summer before my first year.”

“Wait, what?” Alicia asked.

“They didn’t tell you anything?” Katie asked.

“No,” Harry replied flatly. “They didn’t want me replying to the Hogwarts letters either, so until Hagrid showed up and told me everything, I was completely in the dark.”

“Wait, why Hagrid?” Angelina asked. “It was Professor Sprout who came to see me, and I thought that her, Professor Flitwick, and Professor McGonagall handled all of the muggleborn introductions.”

“No idea,” Harry replied. “I’m not a muggleborn, so I wouldn’t have been on the list.  When they started wondering why I wasn’t getting back to them, Hagrid might have been the only one that Professor Dumbledore had on hand.”

“That’s possible,” Katie said. “Wait, when you say that you were completely in the dark, do you mean…”

“Everything,” Harry said, scowling.

“Shit,” Angelina muttered. “Learning that magic is real was enough of a mindfuck on its own.  I can’t imagine also learning that my parents were murdered by a lunatic.”

“Or that I had…” Alicia went to add.

“It wasn’t me,” Harry said. “I don’t know what happened that night, but it had to have been my parents’ doing.  Learning that I was as famous as I am was unbelievably weird, though, yeah.  My first trip to Flourish and Blotts, I saw those bizarre books about me.”

“I can imagine that being weird,” Katie said.

“Especially when I doubt that I even did what everyone thinks I did,” Harry said.

“On the subject of things that people think you did,” Alicia said, “is there any truth to the rumors about your adventures here through the years?”

Harry finished off his firewhiskey and set the glass down.  Feeling relaxed enough to speak freely, he began telling them an edited account of his adventures.  Not wanting to freak them out too much, he altered things in his first year to make Quirrell out to be a mad Death Eater who wanted to use the Philosopher’s Stone to bring Voldemort back.  It was close enough, and they really didn’t need to worry about the fact that the psycho was still out there.  That little change didn’t make their jaws drop any less frequently over the course of that tale, however, especially when he got to the part about the troll.  It was when he was just about finished with the story of his second year, however, that they chose to interrupt.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Angelina said. “You’ve seemed to be telling the truth up to this point, no matter how batshit all of this has been, but isn’t basilisk venom one of the most dangerous things on the planet?  How are you still alive if it bit you?”

“Phoenix tears,” Harry replied simply. “As I said, the Headmaster’s phoenix, Fawkes, had shown up with the sword and once I dealt with the cursed diary, he cried in the bite wound.  I still have the scar.  Give me a second.”

Without a second thought, he removed his outer robe and took off his shirt.  Pointing at the large, pale scar on his shoulder, he couldn’t help but laugh at the identical looks of dumbfounded shock that the girls gave him.

“Holy shit!” Katie breathed, sitting down on the arm of his chair and ghosting her fingers over the rough skin. “I know, phoenix, but how are you alive?”

“Luck, mostly,” Harry replied, shivering at her touch.

“That’s seriously insane,” Alicia said, walking over and feeling his scar herself.

“I thought sticking your wand up a troll’s nose was mad, but you shoved your arm up basilisk’s mouth,” Angelina commented, joining the others.

“At least I didn’t shove anything up a dementor,” Harry joked, trying to dispel his discomfort at the attention.

“You know this means that you saved all of our lives, right?” Katie asked. “Not your parents; you.”

“I guess,” Harry said.

“Have you ever kissed a girl?” Katie asked.

“What?” Harry asked, his eyes zipping to hers.  When Katie merely cocked an eyebrow, he felt his face heat up and replied, “n...no.”

“Would you like to?” Katie asked.

Words failed him as blood rushed far south of his head, but Harry did nod, and that was all that Katie needed.  Climbing into his lap, she cupped his face and pressed her lips to his.  Stunned, he could only sit there in shock.

Pulling back after a moment, Katie smirked at him, saying, “you still in there?”

“Ye...yes,” Harry stammered.

“Good,” Katie said. “Just do what I do.”

She kissed him again, and he retained enough of his senses that time to do more than just sit still as a statue.  Pressing his lips back against hers, he tried to mimic her pressure and gentle movements as best he could.  He wrapped his arms around her as well, keeping them high above her waist for fear that she’d stop kissing him if he didn’t.

“Not bad,” Katie said, brushing his messy hair out of his face. “You aren’t just a quick learner on a broom, it seems.”

Harry just grinned at her compliment.

“Now, I’m going to stick my tongue in your mouth, and I want you to suck gently on it,” Katie purred.

Harry had no idea why this was happening, but all he knew was that he was harder than he had ever been in his life, and he wouldn’t change it for anything.  He just hoped that Katie either wouldn’t feel it or, if she did, wouldn’t be bothered by it.

When Katie pushed her tongue into his mouth, he took it happily, noting that she tasted of firewhiskey and something sweet that he couldn’t put his finger on, and did as she asked.  The soft moan she let out made his cock throb, and he nearly ground it against her instinctively.  He managed to stop himself, but he did hug her tighter, feeling her breasts press against his chest through her clothing.  He brushed his own tongue against hers, and she slowly moved back, openly inviting him into her mouth.  They continued to kiss like that, their tongues dancing together, until the need for air forced him to pull back.

“Way to go, Harry,” Angelina said, sounding amused.

Harry had honestly forgotten that Angelina and Alicia were in the room during that, and he promptly blushed at the realization that he had just made out with their friend in front of them.

“Oh, don’t mind us, Harry,” Alicia purred. “So, tell me, was that as hot as it was to watch?”

“Definitely,” Katie cooed, running her fingers through his hair. “I wasn’t kidding about you being a quick learner.

“Thank you,” Harry said, unsure of what else to say.

“You want to show them what you learned?” Katie asked, climbing out of his lap.

“Wait, really?” Harry asked, looking back and forth across Angelina, Katie, and Alicia.

He was half-convinced at this point that he was in the middle of a dream.  His female teammates had featured in his dreams more than once, though never quite like this.  All three were utterly beautiful and rather different from each other, though they were all brunettes.

Angelina was the tallest and the curviest of them.  Dark-skinned with very full lips, a long face, prominent cheekbones, dark eyes, and hair that fell around her head in a mane of tight curls, she was someone that Harry had always considered pretty and had come to find beautiful.  She also had an arse so wonderfully prominent that it could be seen through the bulky Hogwarts’ robes.  When he found out that what had irritated Hermione a few nights ago was that Ron was openly staring at Angelina’s arse, he couldn’t bring himself to blame his friend.

Alicia was also dark-haired with very dark eyes, appearing to be partially Spanish.  She was shorter than Angelina and Katie, though perhaps just as curvy as the former.  Her heart-shaped face, relatively full lips, and small, straight nose made her quite pretty, as did the long black hair that fell to her mid-back in ringlets when she wasn’t wearing it up.

Katie was pale and willowy, with big blue eyes and long, straight brown hair that fell past her shoulders.  Harry would have a hard time determining which of the three was the most beautiful, but Katie was clearly the cutest, with her smile always having a certain impish quality to it.  She was the thinnest of the three, though as strong as a chaser of her skill had to be.  If what he had felt press against his chest was any indication, however, her breasts were perfect handfuls.

When all three girls nodded, Harry asked, “which of you would go…”

“Dibs!” Alicia called, quickly taking Katie’s place in his lap.

“Bitch!” Angelina laughed.

“Hey,” Alicia said, staring down at Harry.

“Hi,” Harry replied, wrapping his arms around her.

“You can put your hands lower,” Alicia whispered in her ear before capturing his lips with her own.

Alicia’s lips were fuller than Katie’s, which made things different, but she was also gentler, kissing him more slowly and languidly than her teammate had.  Harry responded in kind, guessing at this point that most people kissed the way they wanted to be kissed.

He felt a little more in control this time, not being completely overwhelmed as he had been the first time, and slowly started moving his hands down her back.  Feeling bolder, he brushed his tongue against her lips and grinned when she parted them.  Pushing his tongue against hers, she responded in kind.

“Oh my,” Alicia gasped as she ended the kiss.

Harry was about to ask her what was wrong when she climbed out of his lap and went over to Angelina, whispering something in her ear.  The taller girl’s eyes widened, and she grinned down at him.

“Is something up?” Harry asked.

“Apparently it’s quite something,” Angelina giggled, climbing into his lap. “Grab my arse, Harry.”

“Okay,” Harry replied, bringing his hands to cup her full, round cheeks and feeling his cock twitch when she groaned in reply.

Angelina kissed him deeply from the start and was far more aggressive than the others.  Harry groaned when she started grinding herself on his cock and sank his fingers into the pliant flesh of her incredible arse.  Snogging and grinding against each other, the pair were outright dry-humping in no time, and Harry felt an orgasm building and pulled away from her.

“Angelina, if you keep doing that, I’m going to…” Harry went to say.

“Cum?” Angelina asked, cutting him off. “I guess you don’t want to do it in your pants, huh?  Want to do it in my mouth?”

Harry’s jaw dropped and he nearly came at her words alone.

“I’m serious, by the way,” Angelina said. “It feels like you’re packing quite the wand down here, and I want to see it.”

“We all do,” Alicia added.

More convinced than ever that he was dreaming, Harry nodded, saying, “alright.”

He stood up and undid his belt, lowering his pants over his cock and groaning aloud in relief as it was freed from its confines.

“Merlin’s balls,” Katie breathed.

“Fuck me,” Alicia said.

“It’s huge!” Angelina gasped.

“Really?” Harry asked.

Angelina just stared at him like he was insane and took his cock in her hand, making him groan.

“Um, Harry,” she said, holding a hand against his cock a fair distance from the tip, “this is about how long most guys are, and they’re not usually this thick either.”

“Oh,” Harry said, pride swelling within him.

“This is going to be fun,” Angelina said, pressing her full lips against his bulbous head.

Harry gasped at the sensation of warm, wet lips touching his cock, and when she wrapped her lips around him, his knees nearly buckled.  Her hand had felt infinitely better than his own ever had, but this was leagues beyond that, and he knew at once that he wasn’t going to last.  Having three girls grind on his cock while he made out with them had gotten him harder than he could ever remember being, and that, combined with the heavenly feeling of Angelina’s warm, wet mouth, was far too much.

“Fuck!” he cried, his voice strangled as he came.  Rope after rope of his cum shot into Angelina’s waiting mouth, and his knees buckled.

Harry sank back into his chair as his orgasm finished, and it occurred to him what he had just done.  He had cum in seconds, filling Angelina’s mouth without so much as a warning.

“How much of a loser am I?” he thought to himself as embarrassment filled him.

“I don’t need to read your mind to know what you’re thinking,” Angelina giggled. “Relax, Harry.  All three of us teased you until you were nearly shaking, and then you got your first blowjob.  No guy would have lasted long in your shoes.”

“She’s right, you know,” Alicia chimed in.

“Thanks,” Harry said, calming down at their words.

“So, how was it?” Katie asked.

“That was the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced,” Harry said honestly.

“I’m glad,” Angelina purred. “So, would you like to learn how to return the favor?”

“Return the…” Harry trailed off as he realized what she meant, and his eyes widened. “Of course, er, I mean, yes.”

The three of them laughed at his eagerness.

“You really are cute, you know,” Angelina said. “Between your looks, your heroic tendencies, and your fame, I’m really surprised none of the girls in your year have thrown you hints of interest.”

“I don’t know about that,” Harry said, “and I wouldn’t want someone who just saw the boy-who-lived, anyway.”

“We don’t see the boy-who-lived,” Katie said. “We see a legitimately cute guy who’s a hero in his own right and one of the best Quidditch players in the entire school.  Face it, Harry, you’re a catch.”

Harry blushed under her praise and smiled.

“You know, girls, he’s almost completely naked, and we’re fully clothed,” Alicia piped up. “We should probably do something about that.”

Harry’s eyes widened at the suggestion and widened further when all three of them removed their outer robes.

“You just stay there, Harry,” Angelina said, winking at him.

“Enjoy the show,” Katie said.

Harry watched, mesmerized by the show that followed.  Every inch of skin made bare to him was like a priceless work of art, every teasing wink or giggle more riveting than any show he had ever seen the Dursleys glued to.  His cock, which had wilted in the aftermath of his climax, surged anew until it stood proud between his legs.  When all three of them were in nothing but their underwear, they started to dance to a silent tune, swaying and gyrating as they went.  When Angelina turned around and gave him his first glimpse of the beautiful brown globes of her arse, encased in nothing but a thong that disappeared far between them, he couldn’t help but wrap his hand around his throbbing erection.

“Tut tut,” Alicia chided him, though her grin made it clear she wasn’t serious. “Naughty boy.  Did we say you could touch yourself?”

Harry froze, unsure how to reply, and Angelina just turned around and laughed.

“Tell me, Harry, have you wanked to the thought of us before?” she asked.

“Yes,” Harry admitted.

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” Katie said as she removed her bra.  Her small, very firm, and perky breasts didn’t even descend slightly from where the cups had held them, and her small, pink nipples stood out, begging to be touched. “We are pretty hot, aren’t we?”

“Hotter than fire,” Harry breathed.

“So sweet,” Angelina said, removing her own bra.  Her breasts were larger than Katie’s and sat slightly lower on her chest.  Her large, brown nipples were just as hard, though.

“Did you ever try to peek at us in the showers?” Alicia asked, throwing her bra aside.  Her breasts were the largest of the three and the fullest as well, sitting high on her chest with her large, pink nipples pointing right at him.

“Never,” Harry assured her.

“Good boy,” Alicia said, and somehow those words made him even harder. “You’re getting to enjoy the show anyway.”

“That he is,” Angelina said, stepping out of her thong.

Harry’s eyes widened as he realized that she was completely naked, having been too focused on Alicia to see her remove her last stitch of clothing.  There was a neatly trimmed-looking triangle of wiry black hair between her thighs that Harry desperately wanted to see up close.  She flicked her thong at him, and he caught it just by habit, holding the soft, damp, black fabric up.

“Press it to your nose and sniff,” Angelina said.

Harry did, pressing the damp part against his face and inhaling the earthy aroma of her pussy.  His cock was so hard at that point that it almost hurt.

“That is what wet pussy smells like, Harry,” Angelina purred, walking over to the low table in the middle of the room and sitting down. “Come see what one looks like.”

Spreading her legs, she curled a finger and beckoned him over.  Harry walked over without a word and sank to his knees, marveling at the sight before him.  Between Angelina’s thick, strong thighs lay the first pussy he had ever seen.  He had tried without success to get a look at magazines that he knew Dudley possessed, but his cousin was far more careful with those than he was with any of his other possessions.  He hadn’t known what to expect, and he wouldn’t have guessed lips, and yet the full, fleshy brown folds of Angelina’s pussy, which grew pinker as they moved closer to her center, looked somewhat like lips.

“These are my labia, Harry,” Angelina said, spreading her folds with her fingers, “and this here is where that monster of yours might go if you’re good.”

If Harry hadn’t already cum, he was sure that he would have shot off right there as Angelina teased her opening and talked about actually letting him fuck her.

“This here,” she continued as she circled a little hooded orb-looking thing at the top of her pussy, “is my clit.  It’s where I’m going to want you to focus your licking once I’m ready to cum.  There’s more, of course, but those are the basics and should be enough for now.  If you’re ready to get started, just start by kissing and licking gently all around my pussy, and I’ll tell you what else to do from there.”

“Okay,” Harry said, placing his hands on her thighs and moving closer.

The smell that he had found so intoxicating on her thong was so much stronger up close, and he groaned at it.  Giving her a tentative lick from bottom to top, he heard her inhale sharply and looked up to make sure that she looked fine.  Convinced that she was, he did as she suggested, giving exploratory kisses and licks to every part of her pussy and the area around it.  Though she kept a triangle of neatly trimmed hair above her cunt, the lips themselves were bare, which made it easier to explore than he imagined that it would have been otherwise.

“Mmm, that’s it,” Angelina cooed. “Your tongue feels even better than that vibration charm.”

“Vibration charm?” Harry asked.

“It’s a charm that Flitwick doesn’t teach, but every girl learns by about third year,” Alicia laughed. “You cast it on an object and it makes the object vibrate until you end it.”

“But why, though?” Harry asked.

“Vibrating things feel bloody wonderful against our pussies,” Katie explained.

“Hmm, I wonder,” Harry thought to himself.

“Hey, I know if freaked everyone out a couple years ago, but when I speak parseltongue, my tongue pretty much vibrates,” Harry said. “If you’re not too bothered by the idea, I could try it out.”

“Yes!” Angelina said immediately. “I mean, yeah, that could be worth a try.”

“Okay,” Harry said. “Just give me a moment.  It’s not the easiest thing to trigger without a snake in the room.”

“We’re not bringing a Slytherin in here,” Katie joked.

Harry grinned and tried picturing a snake in his mind, hoping that it would be enough.

“Testing, testing, one, two…” Harry hissed, only to be cut off by a blood-curdling scream.

“YES!” Angelina squealed, her thick thighs tightening around his head as she started to convulse all around him.  She looked like she was having a seizure, and Harry moved to stop and make sure she was alright when she screamed, “don’t stop!”

Shrugging, Harry went back to speaking parseltongue against Angelina’s overflowing pussy when he remembered what she had said about her clit.  She was already cumming, but he figured that it would be fine.  Moving up to the little nub, he pressed his tongue against it and said, “cum.”

Angelina’s screams grew louder, and she started thrashing about on the table so hard that he had to hold her in place to stop her from falling off.  She was beyond words, a babbling, crying wreck, and it wasn’t until Harry felt a hand on his shoulder that he even thought about stopping.

“What?” he asked, turning around to look at Alicia and Katie, who were staring at him in awe.

“I think she’s had enough,” Alicia said, pointing at Angelina.

Harry looked back at the dark-skinned girl and saw that she looked completely out of it.  Glassy, hooded eyes stared blackly at the ceiling as her twitching body relaxed on the table.

“You good, Ang?” Katie asked.

Angelina just gurgled and rolled over, grabbing a chair to help drag herself off of the table and onto the floor, where she curled up.

“Um, is she okay?” Harry asked, feeling concerned.

“I’m pretty sure she’s great,” Alicia said. “Could you do that to me?”

Harry looked over and noticed that Alicia and Katie had completely undressed while he had been going down on Angelina.  The olive-skinned girl was so wet that he could actually see her fluids running her down her thighs.

“Gladly,” Harry said, licking his lips.

He crawled over to her and started lapping up the arousal from her thighs, making her whimper.

“Please, Harry,” Alicia begged. “I’ve never even heard of anyone cumming as hard as Angie just did.  I need to feel that.”

“You will,” Harry promised as he finished cleaning her thighs. “You just taste so good; I want to savor you.”

“I think we made a monster,” Katie laughed.

Alicia had a fuller bush than Angelina, and Harry had to part her dark curls to access her drooling quim, but he found that he didn’t mind.  Running the flat of his tongue over her sex, he tasted her gently and swiped his tongue over her clit a couple times before switching to what she so desperately wanted.

“Cum for me, Alicia,” he hissed, making her shriek at the top of her lungs. “Cum just as hard as Angelina did.”

“Holy fuck!” Alicia screamed, writhing in pleasure in her chair as her orgasm thundered through her.

Harry kept hissing into her squirting cunt, vibrating his magical tongue against her folds and the throbbing nub of her clit again and again as her screams grew louder and more hysterical.  Like Angelina before her, she was reduced to unintelligible babbling before long, her brain too fried by pleasure to form words.  He kept a better eyes on her than her had their teammate and when he saw her eyes start to take on that glassy, unfocused look, he backed away and left her a twitching mess.

“Fuck me, it’s true,” Katie breathed.

“What is?” Harry asked.

“Er, that it’s possible to squirt from just getting eaten out,” Katie said, pointing to how drenched his face was. “I didn’t see Angelina that clearly.”

“I think it’s your turn, Katie,” Harry said, walking over to her.

“Yes,” Katie hissed, widening her legs for him and shuddering.

Her pussy was the barest of the three, completely shaven and smooth.  Harry knelt down between her legs and kissed her clit, making her cry out.

“Please!” Katie begged. “I have to know what that feels like!”

Harry grinned up and began tracing up and down through her hot pink folds a few times before he started speaking parseltongue.

“I have no idea how the hell this is happening, if this isn’t a dream, but I hope you three will want to do this again,” Harry said, “and more, hopefully.”

“HARRY!” Katie squealed, her legs shaking as she came.

She squirted in his face like Alicia had and he lapped up her juices eagerly.  Her arse came off the chair and he tightened his grip on her hips to hold her steady, not pausing for a moment from working his magical tongue on her.  Her babbling was slightly more coherent than the others and he thought that it sounded largely like praise and like a comparison to some book, but he couldn’t be entirely sure.  When she also started to look completely out of it, he backed off and watched her slump into her chair, covered in sweat and completely spent.

“That was fun,” he commented, wiping his mouth and working his stiff jaw.

As he did so, he looked around and found a slight flaw with what he had done.  All three girls were completely out of it; Katie and Alicia were on chairs, and Angelina was still curled up on the floor.  Aside from the occasional twitch and the rhythmic movements of their chests as they breathed, none were moving, and all three looked just as unfocused and barely conscious.  As he looked down at his rock-hard cock, he realized that he was probably going to have to deal with it himself, after he levitated Angelina off the floor, anyway.