A Sirius Solution Chapter 1 (Patreon)

“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” Hermione cried, her legs tightening around Harry’s waist as he plunged his oversized cock deep inside her.

Every hard, deep thrust sent lightning bolts of pleasure straight to her brain, and she knew she wasn’t going to last long.  She never had before.  The pleasure built at a rate that had scared her the first time but which she had long since gotten used to.  After less than a minute, her whole body had gone taut, and her back rose off the bed as she was sent plunging over the edge of madness.

“HARRY!” Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs as her orgasm crashed over her like a tsunami.

Wave after wave of soul-searing pleasure coursed through her entire body from head to toe, and when it ended, she was immediately thrown into another even more powerful climax.  It went on and on as orgasm after mind-melting orgasm was torn from her quaking, convulsing body.  At some point, she realized that Harry had pulled out of her and flipped her onto her belly before plunging back inside to the hilt.  The last thing she consciously recognized before she blacked out was the sound and feeling of Harry spilling inside her, filling her aching womb to its absolute limit.

Hermione woke up to the familiar feeling of being pressed against Harry’s warm, strong body and sighed.  She snuggled into the mouth-watering muscles of his chest and tried to will her nagging insecurities away.  Lying there, feeling completely safe and loved as she was wrapped in his strong arms, should have been enough for her.  She should have been happy; she was to an extent, but that didn’t change the fact that she felt like she wasn’t enough for him.

Shaking her head, she gently escaped his embrace and looked down at his form, softly illuminated by the light of dawn.  Hermione might not have agreed with everything that his godfather had put him through during his childhood, seeming at times like the man had strove to create a child soldier, but she couldn’t honestly say that she didn’t like at least some aspects of the results.  An intensive training regimen that had been pushed on him from the time he was a child had given him a lean, strong, and already somewhat muscular form by the time they met in their first year.  Further years of training in combination with puberty had taken those already impressive results and given him a lean, muscular body that never failed to make both her heart and her pussy flutter.

Grinning, Hermione leaned down and pressed her lips against his chest, feeling the warm, hard muscles under them.  Kissing a trail through his abs, she lamented that she didn’t have time to bathe every one of them with her tongue, but they had classes today, and she knew that she’d have to hurry.  Laying on those abs was the most impressive part of his body.  Though she had never seen another one, she knew that Harry’s cock was well above average.  It had been a daunting thing the night of the Yule Ball, when she had first given herself to him, but she was very well-practiced at taking it now.  Licking a trail from bottom to top, she tasted the dried fluids of their coupling the night before and shuddered.  Picking it up in her hand, she slowly swirled her tongue around the sensitive glans.

“Mmm,” Harry sighed, still asleep.

Emboldened by the sound, she took him between her lips and started slowly bobbing her head up and down on the shaft.

“Ahh,” Harry moaned softly, his eyes fluttering open as the sensations got to him. “Fuck, you’re good at that.”

His deep voice, sounding so relaxed and at peace, made her heated sex drool. Letting his cock slip from her lips with an audible pop, she continued to stroke him slowly with her hand.

“I should be,” Hermione said, grinning at him. “I’ve had enough practice.”

Harry laughed and then moaned as she took his cock back inside her mouth, teasing the sensitive underside with her talented tongue.  She sped up quickly, still cognizant of the fact that they didn’t have all morning to play, as they had for so many days during the summer.  She took him deeper and deeper, until he was lodged in her throat.  She had long since learned how to relax her gag reflex and breathe through her nose while blowing him, so she didn’t have to break or even ease up.

“Fuck, Mione,” Harry groaned, digging his fingers gently into her scalp. “You are such a good girl.”

Hermione whimpered around his cock, making his legs twitch, and slapped his thigh twice to signal that he should stop.  This was not a time for him to indulge her praise kink.

“Sorry, pet,” Harry laughed. “Force of habit.”

Hermione sped up slightly and cupped his massive, heavy balls in her hand, gently massaging them.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Harry moaned, his voice sounding strained.

Hermione didn’t ease up in the slightest, wanting nothing more than for him to unload down her throat, and she got her wish a moment later.  Spurt after spurt of thick, viscous cum filled her mouth, and she swallowed it all, not wasting a drop.  Harry collapsed onto his back once it had ended, panting hard, and Hermione smirked down at him once she let his softening cock go.

“Thanks for breakfast,” she giggled.

“Merlin’s balls...I don’t...deserve you,” Harry panted, and her smile dimmed slightly.

“You’re far better to me than I am to you, love,” Hermione sighed, brushing his messy, dark hair  with her nails.

“For fuck’s sake, can we not?” Harry asked in frustration, his relaxed state evaporating immediately.

“It’s sorry, Harry, but it keeps happening and it’s bothering me,” Hermione said.

“You know, most girls would appreciate having a guy who can fuck them to sleep each night,” Harry growled, immediately looking like he regretted the comment.

“I’d like it just fine if it took more than a few minutes,” Hermione complained. “Half the time, I’m barely conscious by the time you cum.”

“You’re just sensitive, pet,” Harry said, giving her a reassuring smile.  Brushing her hair behind her ear, as best he could, he cupped her face and said, “it is a bit of a compliment, you know.”

“I just hate feeling like I’m not enough for you,” Hermione said sadly, looking down.

“Hey,” Harry said, raising her head until she was looking into his eyes. “You know I’m happy with you.”

The sheer affection that she saw in his emerald orbs was enough to make her melt, and most times she would have relented right there, but this had been building for a while, and she couldn’t bring herself to just let it go this time.

“We both know that I’m not giving you nearly what you give me,” Hermione argued, “and that you can enjoy far more pleasure than I’m capable of staying awake for.”

“You’re actually making me regret accepting a day full of blowjobs as a birthday gift,” Harry hissed, getting out of bed and pacing about the room. “I shower you with affection; I’m attentive and as romantic as I know how to be.  What more do I need to do to convince you that I love you?”

He sounded so frustrated that Hermione wilted and looked away.  This was far from the first time that they had had this conversation, and she knew it was pissing him off, but she just couldn’t get over her feeling that she was limited in some way because of her problem.

“I just don’t know what’s wrong with me!” Hermione exclaimed. “It’s not normal for a girl to cum as quickly as I do when we have sex, and it certainly isn’t normal to end up stuck in an orgasm loop until I pass out.”

Harry’s face softened at that. “Are you thinking something might be medically wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Hermione said.

“I know it would be embarrassing, but we could talk to Madam Pomfrey,” Harry suggested, sitting down on the bed and putting an arm around her shoulder.

“I’d rather avoid that if possible,” Hermione said.  The idea of discussing her bizarre sex life with the school matron was too mortifying to contemplate. “I just want to find out if it’s something wrong with me or not.”

“And if it isn’t?” Harry asked.

“Then you’re a god, and I guess I’ll just have to be deliriously happy with you,” Hermione sighed, almost managing to look serious.

Harry smiled at her and crawled behind her so he could start massaging her shoulder.

“Ahh, that’s good,” Hermione moaned, leaning her head back against him.

Harry nuzzled her head and asked, “so how do you intend to figure out which of us is the gifted one?”

Hermione snorted at his diplomatic phrasing and tensed as she prepared to voice an idea she had been contemplating for a while.

“As I see it, either your penis is magical or there’s something wrong with me,” Hermione said. 

“If it’s something with me, then I will want to have myself checked out by a healer to make sure that it isn’t a sign of something dangerous.”

“Of course,” Harry said.

“Just as I think there are only likely two variables here, I think there’s only two ways to test our issue,” Hermione continued. “I have no desire at all to sleep with another boy...ever, really.”

Harry tensed and stopped massaging her.

“I should hope not,” he said flatly, “so what would…”

He trailed off as he figured out what she had in mind.

*****

“...and we just argued from there,” Harry said.

Sirius resisted the urge to facepalm as he sat in his chair in Grimmauld Place.  Instead, he just stared at his godson blankly through the mirror before saying, “have I taught you nothing?”

“Virtually,” Harry said, smirking.

“Wise ass,” Sirius grumbled, rolling his eyes. “Why in the world would you turn down a threesome?”

“You have taught me a lot,” Harry replied, “including that I should always be weary if a woman’s offer seems too good to be true.”

Sirius winced, remembering that lesson well.

“I love her, Sirius,” Harry said. “I don’t want to mess up my relationship by thinking with my cock, but I don’t know how to get through to her that she should either talk to a healer or just accept that she is this way.”

“I’ve apparently been far too good of an influence on you,” Sirius joked. “Harry, Hermione’s beautiful and lovely, but she grew up looking plain and driving everyone away.  That kind of thing can leave a girl with lasting insecurities.”

“Which is all the more reason to say no to this,” Harry said.

“Not necessarily,” Sirius said. “Look, Harry, there are two possible outcomes here: you’ll either learn that there’s something unique about you or you’ll learn that there’s something unique about her.  If it’s her uniqueness, then it’ll be easy enough to convince her to talk to a healer and go from there, and if it’s you, then she should relax a bit.”

“You think?” Harry asked.

“I do,” Sirius replied. “She thinks that something’s wrong with her, and there will be no changing her mind about that without indulging her a bit on this.  Now, who does she have in mind?”

Harry rolled his eyes and said, “Lavender Brown.”

Sirius let out a low whistle. “I knew her parents back in the day.  Is she as gifted as her mother was?”

“Oh, she’s smoking hot,” Harry admitted. “Blonde, busty, and seriously gorgeous.  If I wasn’t worried that I’d come to regret this, I wouldn’t hesitate for a second.”

“I guarantee that you won’t,” Sirius said. “My lesson about being weary of women when things seem too good to be true was about random ones you don’t know, not your loving girlfriend.”

It had also been after a little too much firewhiskey.

“So you really think that this will help set Hermione’s mind at ease without messing up our relationship?” Harry asked.

“I do,” Sirius replied.

“Alright,” Harry said, sounding lighter and far less stressed out. “I’ll talk to Hermione.”

“Good,” Sirius said. “You’re a good kid, pup.  Your parents would be proud of the thoughtful young man you’ve become, despite my influence.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, old man,” Harry said warmly.

“Old!” Sirius exclaimed.

“Bye,” Harry said, grinning, cutting off the call.

Sirius smiled as he set the mirror down, though it quickly faded.

“So it begins,” he murmured to himself.

Going over to his desk, he tapped the wood in three specific places, and a secret compartment popped out.  He opened it further and pulled out an old animated picture of himself and the other marauders.  It was taken in their sixth year, and Sirius marveled, as he always did, at just how carefree they all looked.  Even Remus looked relatively relaxed.

One might have wondered why he kept the old picture entirely unaltered, given the presence of Pettigrew, but he had long since concluded that it made for a powerful reminder of the lessons he had learned from his old friends.  To never take a moment with those you care about for granted, as any could be your last, was one such lesson.  Another was that some people can’t be saved from themselves no matter how much you try.  The harshest one of all was how necessary it was to pay attention to red flags, such as one of your friends learning that his spirit animal was a fucking rat.

Mostly, however, it was just a reminder of better times.

Sighing to himself, Sirius put the picture back and grabbed his wand.  There was just one last thing to do now that everything was in motion.  Bringing every incriminating memory to the forefront of his mind, Sirius placed the tip of his wand to his temple and said, “obliviate!”

*****

“I must say I’m surprised,” Lavender commented as she followed them towards the seventh floor. “I never thought you two would be so...open.”

“I think you’ll be quite surprised, what we’re like,” Hermione said with a grin that looked only slightly forced.

“Well, the picture you painted was certainly...stimulating,” Lavender purred. “I have to ask, what made you pick me?”

Harry looked over at the beautiful blonde, who was clearly fishing for a compliment, and recalled the moment he asked that very question.

“Why Lavender?” Harry asked.

“She’s gorgeous, and she’d go for it,” Hermione said, shrugging.

Lavender was gorgeous; there was no denying that.  A little shorter than Hermione, his girlfriend’s dormmate was one of the hottest girls in their year.  With breasts that she had already had when she was sorted and which had only ballooned since, an arse that looked round and plump even through the unflattering robes that Hogwarts students wore, and pouty lips that he imagined every straight guy in the castle had pictured wrapped around his cock, she was stunning.  She also had a bit of a reputation with the guys.

“I know, it’s just, why not someone that we’re more comfortable with?” Harry asked. “I’m sure Ginny could be talked into…”

“I’m sure you could talk Ginny into anything,” Hermione said flatly. “She’s a virgin, though, and we can’t use one for our experiment.”

“Why not?” Harry asked.

“Because if she reacted the same way that I do, it could still be a coincidence,” Hermione said. “That would be extremely unlikely, but it would still be a possibility.  We need someone who has had perfectly normal sex with another guy before.  That way, if she starts cumming within a minute of you entering her and keeps cumming until she passes out, we’ll know definitively that it’s something unique to you.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Harry said.

“There were many reasons,” Harry said, lowering his voice to its most rumbling level and looking her up and down.

Lavender’s breath hitched, and she blushed lightly.

“Here we are,” Hermione said as they reached the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.

“Here?” Lavender asked. “I know that people rarely come by here, but I’m not into public sex.”

Harry snorted and said, “neither are we.  Just watch.”

Walking back and forth three times as he pictured his room at Grimmauld Place, the door materialized, making Lavender gasp.

“Just in here,” Harry said, opening the door.

“What in the world?” Lavender asked.

“It’s called the Room of Requirement,” Hermione said. “It’s a lovely little secret of Hogwarts’ that the house elves helped us find last year.”

“So, is this where you spend most of your nights?” Lavender asked, “in this secret bedroom?”

“The room’s more than a bedroom,” Harry said. “This is a perfect replica of my bedroom back home.”

“The room becomes whatever you want it to be if you keep something in mind as you walk back and forth there three times,” Hermione explained. “This is one of the secrets covered under the contract.”

“Right,” Lavender said, scowling for a split second.

“I know a contract might seem extreme, but you remember the sort of things that awful Skeeter woman wrote about Harry last year, right?” Hermione asked.

“I remember,” Lavender said, cringing as she recalled just how entertaining she’d found the gossip columns. “It did seem odd that she wrote more about you than the actual competitors in the tournament.”

“Imagine how bad it would have been if I had managed to enter it,” Harry said, rolling his eyes. 

“Mione and I had to start taking our privacy more seriously after that.”

“I know,” Lavender said. “I wouldn’t have signed the damn thing if I didn’t understand where you were coming from or if Hermione hadn’t made it sound like you were an absolute demon in bed.”

Lavender’s blue eyes darkened with lust as she stared at him, and Harry felt his face heat up slightly under her gaze.

Lavender grinned and took a step towards him, saying, “it was quite a tale she told.  How your cock is huge, how you’re the most passionate man she’s ever heard of, and how you never fail to make her cum over and over again until she fears her brain’s going to leak out of her ears.  If it was anyone else, I’d worry she was exaggerating, but I’ve never known her to tell tall tales.”

“I don’t,” Hermione said, drawing her wand.  With a wave of it, an incantation Harry had heard her say many times, his clothes disappeared and reappeared, completely folded in a pile on his replica dresser.

Lavender’s jaw dropped as she took in his naked form, her eyes quickly focusing on his cock, which had hardened completely as he heard her say what Hermione had told her.  The confidence that had filled her voice as she spoke before evaporated in an instant.

“Holy fuck,” she gasped.

“Impressive, isn’t he?” Hermione asked, sounding amused.

“Impre…” Lavender sputtered. “Hermione, you said he was big, not that he was part giant.”

Lavender’s reaction to him seemed to help eliminate the last of the tension in Hermione, who walked over to Harry and grabbed his cock, holding it up against his abs.

“Have you ever seen one this big?” she asked.

“Never,” Lavender breathed, walking over to him as though entranced.  Placing her hand just under Hermione’s, she giggled when the brunette let him go, and she got to try wrapping her fingers around them. “Holy shit, they don’t even touch.  How do you take this?”

“Perfectly,” Harry said, looking at Hermione with love and devotion in his eyes.

“Really?” Lavender asked, sounding not disbelieving but intrigued. “I would like to see that.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” Harry said. “Be a good girl and come show Lavender how well you suck my cock, baby.”

Hermione looked at him wide-eyed and shuddered, her eyes going nearly black with desire.

“Fuck, I guess it really is always the quiet ones,” Lavender laughed as she backed off to make room for Hermione.

Hermione sank to her knees next to the blonde and started peppering his towering length with wet little kisses.  Lavender knelt as well, wanting as up-close a view of this show as she could get.  Hermione knew that he liked her to start out slow and build up to things when they had time, and they certainly did then.  She moaned against his cock as she massaged the head with her lips, closing her eyes and losing herself in the act.  She never gave much thought to sucking cock before she started seeing Harry, and she was as surprised as he was to learn just how much she loved it.  As she took the girthy shaft between her lips, she went deep from the start, taking more and more of it until her nose was buried in his pubic hair.

“Holy shit!” Lavender exclaimed. “How long did it take you to learn that?”

“It took her...oh fuck, that feels good...a little while,” Harry replied, holding Hermione’s head softly.

“Quite a while,” Hermione amended. “He’s so big that I kept gagging on it, but eventually I learned how to control it.  You want to try?”

“Gladly,” Lavender said, eyeing his cock with obvious hunger.

The blonde took his cock between her lips, and Harry groaned at the feeling.  Hermione had spent a great deal of time learning what drove him wild, but Lavender was at least her equal.  Looking over at his girlfriend, he was pleased to see that she didn’t look unhappy or worried.  Instead, to his surprise, she actually looked aroused.  She had seemed conflicted enough about this that he had almost called it off more than once, and it had only been her own insistence and his conversation with Sirius that had stopped him.  The fact that she seemed to be enjoying it was reassuring.

“Fuck!” Lavender swore as she pulled back. “This is some monster that you have here, Harry.”

“You took almost all of it,” Hermione said. “That’s a hell of a lot more than I managed the first time.”

“Even that was more cock than I’ve ever sucked,” Lavender said, grinning. “I can’t imagine how good this thing is going to feel inside me if I can make it fit.”

“Oh, it’ll fit,” Hermione said.

Lavender looked over at Hermione, the two of them kneeling in front of his cock, and moved in to kiss her.  Hermione went still at the kiss for just a moment before returning it.  Harry just sat there, stunned, as he watched his girlfriend make out with another girl.  His already rock-hard cock throbbed almost painfully at the sight.

“S...sorry,” Lavender breathed as they parted for air. “I just felt really grateful, and I kissed you before I realized what I was doing.”

“It’s okay,” Hermione said, sounding as shocked as Lavender. “That felt really good.”

“Yeah, it did,” Lavender giggled in relief, wrapping her arms around the brunette and kissing her again.

Harry just watched gobsmacked as they continued to kiss.  When Hermione descended onto her back, dragging Lavender down on top of her, he couldn’t help but take his still-wet cock in hand, stroking it lightly as he took in the show.  Lavender brought her hand up to cup one of Hermione’s perky tits through her robes, and the brunette threw her head back and moaned.  Catching sight of him as she did so, she laughed.

“I think we’re neglecting someone,” she said.

Lavender looked around at him and smirked, saying, “I don’t think he minds much.”

“Oh, neglect away,” Harry chuckled. “That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen,” Lavender purred, getting up off of Hermione and walking over to him.

Without another word, she brought her lips to his, and he was immediately swept up in a whirlwind of lust and passion.  Her tongue invaded his mouth, and he responded in kind, swiftly dominating the kiss in a way that made her moan into his mouth.  His hands reached for her arse, cupping the round cheeks through her robes, though they quickly dematerialized, giving him free access to her smooth, warm skin.

“What?” Lavender asked, taking a step back as she suddenly undressed.  Turning to look at the equally nude Hermione, she said, “you know, slowly undressing someone can be hot.”

“She’s always had a problem with the slowly part,” Harry laughed, embracing Lavender from behind and pressing his erection into her perfect arse. “Such an impatient little thing she is when she’s wet and wanting.”

“Harry,” Hermione whined.

“Fuck me, but you’re hot,” Lavender said, looking Hermione up and down.

Harry would hardly disagree, as he took in the sight of his naked girlfriend.  She had always been thin, and that hadn’t changed, but the last few years had given her some mouth-watering assets.  Her breasts were small but perky and perfectly shaped, with little pink nipples that he never tired of sucking on and nibbling.  Her belly was flat, though slightly soft, and led to hips that looked quite wide on her frame.  She was rather bottom-heavy, much to his delight, and her arse was both full and toned, with years of carrying a heavy bookbag up many flights of stairs having done it wonders.  Her sex itself was bare, but she kept a carefully maintained forest of brown curls atop it, which Harry quite enjoyed.

“You’re the one who helped me get ready for the ball last year,” Hermione said, unable to keep her eyes off of Lavender’s bare breasts.

“Yes, but you were already in that gorgeous dress by then,” Lavender said. “If I had seen you like this, I would have been envious of the both of you that night.”

“You’re stunning as well,” Harry murmured in Lavender’s ear, making her shiver. “Isn’t she, Hermione?”

“Yes,” Hermione said breathlessly, looking Lavender up and down.

Able to see Lavender’s body in full in the mirror behind Hermione, Harry couldn’t blame her for being so taken with the blonde.  Her body was curvy in the extreme, with large, surprisingly pert tits complementing her wide hips and big, round arse.  Her pale skin was flawless from head to toe, and her pussy completely smooth.  Harry was just as eager to taste it as he was to suck on her large, pale pink nipples.

“Have you ever been with a girl?” Lavender asked.

“I’ve only ever been with Harry,” Hermione replied.

“He’s certainly all man,” Lavender purred, grinding her arse against his cock and making him groan in her ear. “What about you, stud?  You ever been with anyone else?”

“No,” Harry replied. “This will be a first for both of us.  In fact, Mione, why don’t you come feel these gorgeous tits you’ve been staring at?”

Harry cupped the heavy mounds from behind, finding that they fit his large hands perfectly.

Lavender moaned and said, “yes, Hermione, come join us.”

Hermione walked forward and cupped one of Lavender’s breasts, feeling the weight of it. “How do you not have back pain?”

“My clothes all have charms in them to support them perfectly,” Lavender moaned. “I barely notice the weight most times.”

“You’re so lucky,” Hermione said.

“You’re little boobs are beautiful too, luv,” Lavender said, bringing her hands to Hermione’s chest and feeling them up.

“Ahh,” Hermione moaned. “I take it you’ve been a girl before?”

“Yeah,” Lavender replied, reaching around to cup Harry’s face. “I’ve never felt the need to limit myself to just one or the other.”

“Good for us,” Harry said, leaning down to kiss her neck as he reached over and pulled Hermione’s face towards’ Lavender’s breasts.

His girlfriend didn’t object in the slightest, and she immediately wrapped her lips around one of Lavender’s nipples.

“Ahh, oh fuck,” Lavender cried, wrapping her arms around Hermione as the brunette teased her pebbled nipple with her lips, tongue, and teeth.

Harry kissed his way down her neck and moved around her body until he could take her other nipple into his mouth.  Lavender moaned and cupped the backs of both their heads as she held them to her breasts.  Her nails teased his scalp, making shivers go down his spine, and she stepped backwards, taking them with her as she moved to the bed.  Harry helped her sit down and started peppering the rest of her breast with kisses and licks.

“Just like that,” Lavender sighed, opening her legs.

Harry took the hint and kissed his way down her belly until he was right at her slick cunt.  Inhaling the scent of her arousal, he groaned in delight.  She smelled a little different from Hermione and would, he imagined, taste different as well, but it was still a pleasant smell that made his cock throb even harder.

“Harry, wait,” Hermione said. “I want to...want to try it.”

“Merlin’s balls, I would have asked for this sooner if I knew you were bi,” Harry said.

“It’s news to me too,” Hermione said, grasping Lavender’s legs with her hands.

She kissed the blonde’s thighs, making her squirm and moan softly in anticipation.  Harry observed the entire thing in amazement and noted the differences between their pussies as he waited for Hermione to get her first taste.  They were both relatively similar shades of pink, though Lavender had fuller labia than Hermione and a slightly larger clit that poked out from its hood a touch more.  He looked forward to wrapping his lips around it.  When Hermione used the flat of her tongue to swipe experimentally up the entire length of it, Lavender cried out and grabbed her head.

“Avoid the clit for a bit,” Lavender said. “It’s usually too sensitive to start out.”

“Okay,” Hermione said, kissing the blonde’s nether lips and flicking her tongue here and there. “You taste so good.”

“If I knew you would...oh just like that...like this, I would have invited you to join Parv and I…” Lavender trailed off and looked momentarily horrified as she realized what she had said.

“Relax, Lavender,” Harry said. “You’re keeping our secret here; it’s only fair that we keep yours.”

“It’s not like I didn’t suspect that you two shared a bed now and then,” Hermione said.

Harry pressed his lips against Hermione’s bare back and kissed a trail downward.  He cupped and kneaded the round cheeks of her arse once he reached them and spread them wide to reveal her pussy and arsehole.  Hermione squeaked as she realized what he was doing, and she moaned loudly when he brought his mouth to her dripping sex.

“Harry,” Hermione sighed, “this isn’t the best time to distract me.”

“You’re the smartest person I know, Hermione,” Lavender said as she pulled the brunette’s face back to her cunt. “I’m sure that you can handle learning how to eat pussy while Harry makes you cum.”

Hermione groaned into the other girl as she renewed her efforts.  Harry had eaten her out countless times and figured that, brilliant as she was, she’d be able to figure out what worked best quickly enough.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, he was proven right as Lavender cried out, “higher!  I’m getting close.”

Harry, who had been mostly teasing Hermione rather than trying to get her off, pressed his lips to her arsecheek and said, “ease up, Mione.  I want to show Lavender the thing.”

“I’ve already seen your thing,” Lavender whined, making them both laugh.

“That’s not what he meant,” Hermione said, crawling up to kiss Lavender. “Trust me, you’re going to love this.”

Harry took in the sight of Lavender’s dripping wet pussy and groaned at the thought that her slick was covering his girlfriend’s lips right now.  Giving it a teasing lick to taste her, he wasted no further time moving up to her clit and  picturing the image of the basilisk in his mind.

“Cum for me,” he hissed his parseltongue.

Lavender’s body went ramrod straight the second his vibrating tongue brushed against her throbbing bundle of nerves, and then she screamed at the top of her lungs as her orgasm crashed over her like a powerful wave.

“YES!” she shrieked, her whole body convulsing like she’d been electrocuted.

Harry held her down and continued to drive her mad with his serpent tongue, making her cum twice more before he relented and backed off.  Staring down at the quivering, glass-eyed blonde, he smirked and looked over to Hermione, who looked almost painfully aroused.  She was on him in an instant, kissing him hard.  The two of them made out passionately, each tasting their lover’s pussy on the other lips.

“Wow!” Lavender gasped as she came to, her eyes fluttering as she tried to regain her focus. “You said he...was good...not that his tongue...was fucking lethal.”

Harry laughed and kissed the panting girl gently, brushing her sweat-slicked hair out of her face.

“I take it you enjoyed that?” he asked, just a hint of smugness in his voice.

“Enjoy it?” Lavender asked incredulously, finally catching her breath. “I’ve never cum that hard in my life.  What was that?”

“Parseltongue,” Harry replied.

“Parsel…” Lavender trailed off, and her eyes went wide. “You mean half the school was scared of you for something every girl in the castle would beggar themselves to experience?”

“Granted, we were only second years when that ability was made public,” Hermione said. “Even if anyone figured out how amazing a vibrating tongue would feel, not much would have come of it back then.  We only figured it out randomly ourselves.”

“Well, anytime you two want to bring in a third person to have some fun with, I’m more than willing,” Lavender said, stretching her arms over her head and grinning at the lustful looks the both of them gave her. “That tongue alone is worth it.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Hermione said, sitting down next to Lavender.

“I suppose you have been very patient, Harry,” Lavender said, licking her lips as she looked at his cock. “You look so hard.  How desperately do you want to bury that monster in my tight little pussy?”

“So badly,” Harry admitted, fisting his cock in front of her.

“It’s going to be such a tight fit,” Lavender cooed, spreading her legs wide. “stretch me so wide.  I might never be the same.”

“Fucking hell, Lavender,” Harry groaned.

“Do it!” Lavender exclaimed. “Fuck me!”

Harry lined himself up with her hot, dripping hole and pushed forward.  The head of his cock popped inside her pussy and she threw her head back, crying out.

“Holy fuck!” Lavender screamed as he buried another few inches inside her.

As he had experienced with Hermione the first time, though Lavender seemed far too small for him and pushing inside her meant stretching her wide, her slick, heated flesh yielded with surprising ease.  Before long, he had buried himself to the hilt in her sweltering depths and grinned at the wide-eyed look she gave him.

“How...how do you...ugh...feel so good?” Lavender asked.

“His cock is incredible, isn’t it?” Hermione asked, watching the scene before her with hope and glee in her eyes.

“Yes!” Lavender cried, her whole body shaking, as pleasure far beyond what she had expected assaulted her senses.

“Let me know when I can move,” Harry said, content to just enjoy the feeling of her already quivering walls clinging to his cock.

“Do it,” Lavender said, sounding less sure than she might have meant to.

Slowly easing a few inches of his cock from her pussy, Harry felt her start to spasm around him already and grinned at Hermione, who looked ecstatic.  Lavender cried, moaned, and screamed as Harry worked himself up to a steady rhythm.

“How the…” Lavender trailed off with a grunt. “I’m already gonna CUM!”

With an ear-piercing shriek, she came hard, her back arching off the bed and pressing against him.  Harry was well used to fucking a woman who was in the throes of a massive orgasm by now and maintained his pace easily enough.  One orgasm bled into another and another as Lavender experienced the same thing that Hermione did when they had sex.  Harry had been painfully hard for a while, having experienced two unfinished orgasms and then the incredibly hot scene of Hermione and Lavender having sex, and he was very close.  As he saw Lavender’s eyes start to roll back as the pleasure overwhelmed her entirely, he let go, cumming deep inside her.

“AAAAHHHH!” Lavender squealed as the strongest orgasm she’d experienced yet tore through her.  She squirted all over him, soaking the bed, and went utterly limp underneath him.

Harry caught himself on his forearms, panting lightly as he recovered from his orgasm.  Pulling out of Lavender, he rolled onto his back and was immediately hit by a bushy-haired missile.

“It isn’t me!” Hermione exclaimed, hugging him.

“Feel better?” Harry asked.

“Much,” Hermione replied. “I knew it was either that there was something very wrong with me or very right with you.”

She snuggled into his chest and sighed happily, tracing her fingers over his bicep.

“It is still odd,” Harry said. “Maybe I should talk to a healer.”

“You thought it was me?” Hermione asked.

“I thought you were just very easily pleased,” Harry replied, kissing her head, “which I was perfectly okay with, by the way.”

“My guess would be that you’re subconsciously doing something with your magic when you have sex that’s enhancing the pleasure,” Hermione said. “It would still be worth making sure that you’re alright, but I was far more worried about what it would mean if I were bizarrely sensitive than if you were just magical in bed.”

“I’m glad that I was able to set your mind at ease,” Harry said.

“The work was so hard,” Hermione said teasingly, making him snort. Reaching down to grab his half-hard cock and feeling it grow in her hand, she said, “something is at least.”

“Rest assured, I have another round in me,” Harry said, “especially with you looking so fucking sexy.”

“You really liked seeing me with Lavender,” Hermione said as she ground her slick cunt on his growing cock.

“More than you can imagine,” Harry groaned. “Tasting another woman’s pussy on your lips was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

“I guess we’ll just have to do this again...ahh!” Hermione cried out as she descended onto his cock.

As turned on as she was by watching him fuck Lavender into a stupor, she came the second he was fully buried inside her and fell forward.  Harry caught her and started fucking her from underneath, pounding up into her at a fast, hard pace.

Hermione’s long, drawn-out wail of “YES,” echoed through the room, making Harry grin.  He might not know why he had this effect on women, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it.  He could think about talking to Madam Pomfrey another time.  For now, he had another woman to pound into a coma.