A Sirius Solution Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Lavender limped her way up the stairs towards the fifth-year girl’s dormitory in Gryffindor Tower.  She was sore and tired, but she was also more satisfied than she would have ever imagined possible.  Grinning widely, she let out a shuttering breath as she recalled where she had passed out the night before.  If someone had told her a month ago that Hermione Granger of all girls was going to invite her to have a threesome with her boyfriend, she would have looked at them like they went mad.  That prim and proper Hermione even had a boyfriend was surprising at first, given what a swot she seemed to be most of the time.  Getting to know her better had given Lavender a more complete understanding of the girl, who had a fun and wild side she never imagined.

“Lav?” Parvati asked quietly the second Lavender entered the dormitory.

“Shit,”Lavender thought to herself, her grimace hidden by the darkness of the pre-dawn morning.

“Hey, Parv,” Lavender whispered as she got into bed.

“You were out all night,” Parvati said, “again.”

Lavender winced.  Last night was the first that she had spent with Harry and Hermione.  The soul-searing pleasure that the absolute god of a man could give her was absolutely addictive, and Lavender hadn’t waited a day after that first time to all but beg for a repeat performance.  Hermione had been strangely enthusiastic about inviting the other girl into their bed on a semi-regular basis, and Lavender had spent multiple nights now swimming in ecstasy.  It was wonderful, but there was one downside.

“Yes, I was,” Lavender said, unable to say anything more.

Parvati was quiet for a moment before she got out of bed and climbed into Lavender’s, closing the curtain around them.

“Did I do something?” she asked, sounding confused and hurt.

“No!” Lavender hissed.

“It’s just that we used to tell each other everything,” Parvati complained. “At first, I thought that you might just be embarrassed by whatever new guy you were seeing for some reason, or that you thought keeping it secret made it hotter, but it’s been weeks.  I have to ask again, are you mad at me?”

“No,” Lavender said more calmly, wishing more than anything else that she could share every scintillating detail of her encounters with Harry and Hermione with her best friend. “I would tell you everything if I could, but I can’t.”

“Why?” Parvati asked, sounding less hurt but even more confused.

“It’s...complicated,” Lavender said.

“Does he have a girlfriend?” Parvati asked.

Lavender opened her mouth to say something, but the words died on her tongue as the magic of the contract flared warningly.  Parvati took her silence for confession, and her jaw dropped.

“Morgana’s tits!” Parvati exclaimed. “Lavender, you know how bad something like that can get.”

“It’s fine,” Lavender said.

“If the girlfriend finds out, though…” Parvati argued.

“It’s fine,” Lavender repeated, giving Parvati a pointed look.

“Oh,” Parvati said, her eyebrows going to her hairline. “You’re seeing a couple.”

Lavender couldn’t say a word.

“A couple who values their privacy and is both paranoid and magically capable of forcing your silence,” Parvati said, grinning from ear to ear as she thought over her theory.

“Parv, please stop,” Lavender whimpered, the magic starting to give her a headache, “and please don’t say anything.”

“Hey, your secret’s safe with me,” Parvati said.  With a smirk, she added, “it’s always the quiet ones, huh?”

Without another word, Parvati undid her silencing charm and returned to her own bed, leaving Lavender to worry on her own.  She technically hadn’t broken the contract, and the unpleasant feeling she had gotten while she got close to doing so had gone away, but Parvati had still figured out everything anyway.  She had to tell Harry and Hermione, but she was terrified of how they might react.  Her heart thundering in her chest, she imagined the worst-case scenario.

“What if they cut me off?” she thought to herself in panic.

The thought of never again experiencing Harry’s touch, the magic of his vibrating tongue on her clit, or the mind-melting, madness-inducing pleasure that she felt when he was buried inside her filled her with a sort of dread she had never known.  Breathing rapidly and gently gnawing on one of her knuckles as that fear took hold of her, she found herself cursing her oldest, dearest friend.

“Wait,” Lavender said to herself as thinking of Parvati gave her a potential solution to her problem. “That could work.”

She felt herself calm down a little; her heartbeat was still rapid, but her breathing was slowly returning to normal.

“Then we could all have fun together,” she said, smiling.

*****

“How on Earth is that possible?” Hermione asked.

“Your boyfriend’s bloody mental,” Susan muttered.

“He’s just a big softy,” Harry called out from the spot on the grounds where he was sitting with the head of a giant chimaera in his lap.

The creature in question was purring loudly as Harry scratched his scalp, digging his fingers into his thick mane.  His cloven hooves were tucked under his goat-like body, and his dragon tail was wrapped around the two of them.

“That’s it, Harry,” Hagrid said, his booming voice laced with pride. “Yeh’ve got the greatest talent for handling beasties since Newt Scamander, you do.  Not even I could get away with giving Kitten head scratches like that.”

“Of course, he’s named Kitten” Hermione muttered under her breath.

As Harry stopped, Kitten gently took his hand between his teeth and tugged back towards him.

“I can’t do it all day now,” Harry chuckled.  When Kitten growled softly in annoyance, he added, “hey!  None of that now.”

He rubbed the chimaera’s chin and signaled to Hagrid to throw him a chunk of meat, which the half-giant did immediately.  Feeding the lion creature proved to be the secret to getting away uninjured.

“Five points to Gryffindor,” Hagrid said. “Now, who else wants to say hello to Kitten?”

Absolutely no one volunteered as Harry rejoined Hermione.

“Promise me you’ll never try that with a nundu,” she pleaded.

“Not an adult,” Harry said, earning a glare from her.

“You were very brave, Harry,” Susan said, blushing prettily as Harry turned his gorgeous eyes on her.

“It’s not really bravery so much as an affinity with animals,” Harry said. “According to my godfather, it’s something that I’ve always had.”

“That’s true,” Hermione commented, remembering how even the acromantulas of the Forbidden Forest had shown a strange fondness for him.  So much so that he managed to talk them out of eating either of them.

“Wow,” Susan said. “That must be nice.”

“It is,” Harry admitted. “The downside is that every animal in a given area will want to come say hello.  I scared the crap out of Sirius when he found me playing with a griffin on a trip to Greece once.”

“Is that why the owls bloody worship you?” Seamus asked.

“Something like that,” Harry laughed.

“Mr. Potter,” Professor McGonagall called out.

“Professor McGonagall?” Hagrid pipped up.

“Mr. Potter needs to be excused, Hagrid,” McGonagall said, her lips pressed thin as she spotted the chimaera.

“Ah’course,” Hagrid said. “Hope everything’s alright.”

“It is,” McGonagall said. “Thank you, Hagrid.  Gather your things, Potter.”

Hermione furrowed her brow in confusion and helped Harry with his things automatically.

“I’ll tell you later,” Harry said, kissing her cheek as he left with their head of house.

*****

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked.

“There’s been an incident,” McGonagall replied. “Your godfather was brought to Saint Mungo’s by your house elf.”

“What?” Harry asked.

“He is alright and is waiting for you in the headmaster’s office,” she said.  “His presence in the hospital did not go unnoticed by the press, and he wanted to see you before you found out from the Prophet.  Under the circumstances, the headmaster and I agreed.”

“Thank you, Professor,” Harry said, calming down as they walked rather quickly towards the headmaster’s office. “Thankfully, Care was nearly over, and I don’t have any other classes today.”

“I am aware,” McGonagall said dryly. “That was part of the reason why I agreed to this.”

“Turkish Delight,” she said as they approached the gargoyle guarding the entrance to Dumbledore’s office.

“Thank you again, Professor,” Harry said as he headed upstairs.

He had been in this office a few times over the years, probably more than most students at the school, and was used to the number of strange objects that littered the shelves all around it.  What he wasn’t used to was seeing Sirius look like he had gone six rounds with a muggle boxer.

“Sirius!” he exclaimed, rushing into the room to better examine the bruised man.

“Hey, Pup,” Sirius said, sounding strained. “I swear it’s not as bad as it looks.”

“We should all hope not,” Dumbledore commented from his desk.

“What happened?” Harry asked.

“I was playing around with a spell I’ve been working on, and it backfired,” Sirius said.

“It must have been some spell,” Dumbledore commented. “The last time I saw someone look like you do now, he was a veteran of the war with Grindelwald, trying to obliviate away his memories of the war.  In doing so, he learned that the spell doesn’t work as it normally does if you try to use it on yourself.”

Dumbledore gave Sirius a pointed look that plainly said he believed that was what Sirius had done.

“Of course,” Sirius said, his face giving away nothing. “The spell idea I was working on is based on the memory charm but designed to amplify one’s worst memories instead of taking any away.  I figured it would be useful in duels.”

“Since when are you a spell creator?” Harry asked.

“I dabble from time to time,” Sirius said.

“Maybe dabble less,” Harry said, glaring.

“Dinner begins in a little while, and my old bones don’t move as quickly as they used to, so I will leave you two to talk for a bit,” Dumbledore said. “Be aware, Sirius; the portraits will warn me if any of my things are pranked.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Albus,” Sirius said.  Under his breath, he added, “in this state.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Harry said.

The second the headmaster was gone, Harry hit Sirius in the shoulder.

“Hey!” Sirius exclaimed. “I just got out of the hospital, you know!”

“What were you really doing?” Harry asked.

“Merlin, you might look like James, but you remind me of Lily at times,” Sirius laughed before wincing. “Dumbledore was right, of course.  I was trying to remove a specific memory.  Had no idea that the spell didn’t work if you cast it on yourself.”

“Even if it had worked, what if something had gone wrong?” Harry asked. “When I deflected Lockhart’s spell in second year, it turned him into a borderline vegetable.”

“It was stupid, I know,” Sirius said. “That will be the last time I try it.”

“Last time?” Harry asked, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Was it the first?”

Sirius winced and said, “no.”

“How many times did you try it?” Harry asked, his voice deadly serious.

“Twice,” Sirius admitted. “The first time, nothing at all happened, and I did a little research.  I didn’t find anything that said it couldn’t work on yourself, so I tried again a few weeks later and overdid it.  That’s how I ended up like that bloke Albus knew.”

“What were you so desperate to forget?” Harry asked.

Sirius looked conflicted for a moment before he replied, saying, “you live long enough; you’ll have something that you want to forget, particularly if you live through the sort of stuff I did.  I won’t try it again; you have my word.”

“Good,” Harry said.

“You think we could freeze the portraits without them knowing it?” Sirius asked quietly.

“Most assuredly not,”  Phineas Nigellus Black, commented, having heard them.

“Hello, Grandad,” Sirius said. “Fun-loving as ever.”

The portrait just glared at them, and any retort he might have made was interrupted by Fawkes appearing on Harry’s shoulder.

“Ahh, look who woke up,” Harry said, holding out his hand for Fawkes to move to.  Once the phoenix had, he started scratching his head and smiled as the firebird leaning into his touch.

“Just as good with animals as ever,” Sirius commented as Fawkes started trilling happily.

“You should have seen me earlier with a chimaera’s head in my lap,” Harry laughed.

“Chimaeras,” Sirius scoffed. “What’s next, manticores?”

“I think we’re covering them in the spring,” Harry replied. “So, you really are okay?”

“I am,” Sirius replied. “The healers looked me over after I woke up and said that I’d be sore for a day or so, but otherwise I’d be fine.  I only came around here because Kreacher made a scene of bringing me in, and I’d bet my whole fortune that some wretched reporter snapped a picture.  I didn’t want you to find out from the Prophet, and I know you never answer your mirror until after dinner at best.”

“Right,” Harry said. “Try not to put yourself back in the hospital any time soon.”

“Are you, of all people, seriously saying that?” Sirius asked incredulously.

“Yeah, it feels good to be on the other side of this conversation for a change,” Harry said, earning a laugh from Sirius.

“Take care, Harry,” Sirius said, hugging him.

“You as well,” Harry said, returning the hug.  As Sirius disappeared into the floo, Harry turned to Fawkes and asked, “do you think you could help me make a flashy entrance into the Great Hall?”

The bird just looked at him for a moment before puffing up his chest and enveloping them both in flames.

*****

“I hope Harry’s alright,” Hermione murmured to herself as she ate dinner.

Professor McGonagall and the headmaster were both seated at the high table, and yet there was no sign of Harry at all.  Whatever had prompted their head of house to take him out of Care for Magical Creatures early, it was time-consuming at least.

“Hermione, can we talk?” Lavender asked as she sat down next to her.

“Of course, Lavender, what’s on your mind?” Hermione asked, welcoming the distraction.

“Privately,” Lavender amended.

Flicking her want into her hand, Hermione cast, “Muffiato.”

“No one will hear us now,” Hermione said.

“What spell is that?” Lavender asked in amazement.

“It’s one that Harry found in one of his mum’s old journals,” Hermione replied.

“I need to learn that,” Lavender muttered. “Anyway, I’ve been having a lot of fun with you and Harry.”

“We’ve enjoyed having you with us,” Hermione said, subtly placing her hand on Lavender’s thigh and smirking as the busty blonde shuddered.

“I hate not being able to tell Parvati, though,” Lavender said.

“Lavender, we were very clear about our reasons for that,” Hermione sighed.

“I know, and I understand,” Lavender said, “but she knows that something’s up and her grades might not be at your level, but she’s smart and she’s going to figure something out.”

“How would she unless...she’s already figured it out, hasn’t she?” Hermione asked.  Lavender’s eyes widened, and she felt her heart sink. “Merlin, she already knows!”

This was bad.  The last thing Harry needed was that vile Skeeter woman doing a piece about how the boy-who-lived was building himself a harem.

“Hermione, it’s not that bad,” Lavender said, sounding far too panicked for those words.

“Not bad?!” Hermione asked. “How did this even happen?  You clearly didn’t trigger the contract.”

“She just asked me a bunch of questions, and even though I couldn't answer them, she managed to conclude what I couldn’t say,” Lavender explained. “I have a solution, though.”

“I’m all ears,” Hermione said, still deeply irritated.

“Harry should sleep with her,” Lavender said as though it was the greatest solution anyone had ever thought of to any problem.

“What?!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Think about it,” Lavender said. “Parvati’s great; she’s sweet, caring, funny, and she never fails to make me laugh.  There’s a reason why she’s been my best friend since first year.  Honestly, if I wouldn’t desperately miss cock, I might actually date her.”

“I’m not seeing why I should bring her into my and Harry’s bed,” Hermione said.

“She’s also hot as hell and amazing in bed,” Lavender said, “and let’s face it, Harry exhausts the both of us every time I join you guys.  Another girl around could be a lot of fun, and if she was in on the secret, I could talk to her about it.  Plus, since she’s already guessed most of it, if you got her on the same contract I’m on, you wouldn’t have to worry about her saying anything.”

“You have a point,” Hermione said, genuinely considering Lavender’s proposal.

“Think about it this way,” Lavender said, leaning in and whispering despite the silencing charm, “Parvati would be as amazed by Harry as we are, and she could probably convince Padma to join in too.  How much do you think Harry would enjoy having a pair of gorgeous identical twins to have fun with?”

Hermione felt her face grow hot as she pictured what Lavender was describing.  Ever since the blonde made her realize that she was attracted to women as well as men, she had noticed a few of the more attractive ones around her in a way that she hadn’t before.  Harry wasn’t the only one who would enjoy having Parvati and Padma in bed with him.  Just as she was imagining that, Harry appeared before her in a flash of fire, with Fawkes in his hands.

“Thanks, Fawkes,” Harry said as the phoenix disappeared. “What did I miss?”

Hermione canceled her charm and smiled up at Harry, trying to will away her flush and force away the titillating images in her mind.

“Hello, Harry,” she said, kissing his cheek as he sat down next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “What ended up being the matter?”

“Sirius did something stupid and wanted to set my mind at ease in case I found out from the papers,” Harry said.

“Is he alright?” Hermione asked, concerned.

“A little bruised but no worse for wear otherwise,” Harry replied, piling food onto his plate. “So what did I walk in on?  You two looked like you were conspiring.”

“Conspiring?” Lavender asked, her voice breathy. “Just what kind of witches do you take us for?”

Harry looked around to make sure that no one was paying particular attention to them before leaning in and saying as quietly as he could, “I know exactly how wicked you two can be.”

Hermione shuddered at his lustful tone and leaned in against him.

“Lavender had a proposal,” Hermione said, trying to figure out a way to say what she wanted to without having to resort to casting another spell.

“I was just telling Hermione that I had found our study sessions to be so...stimulating, that I thought Parvati might enjoy joining us,” Lavender said, clearly having a greater grasp of innuendo than she did.

Harry’s jaw dropped, and she felt him tense up next to her.  Reaching over as inconspicuously as she could, Hermione palmed his cock through his robes, smirking as she felt him harden rapidly under the table.

“Are you serious?” Harry asked, clearly holding back a groan.

“No, I’m much prettier,” Lavender said, giggling.  As the both of them groaned at her comment, she added, “I’ll leave you two to discuss things.  If you think you could fit her in, let me know.”

She left then with a self-satisfied grin and joined Parvati a ways down the table.  When the gorgeous Indian girl saw them looking at her, she winked before turning to greet Lavender happily.  Harry cast a quick muffiato and leaned in closer to Hermione.

“You are a naughty little witch,” he whispered in her ear, making her shiver.

“It wasn’t my idea,” Hermione protested weakly. “Lavender said that Parvati figured out what we were doing despite the contract and all-but begged me to let her join in to keep her quiet.”

“What do you want to do?” Harry asked.

“I’m not that worried about the risk of gossip in this case,” Hermione replied. “As much as those two are infamous for it, Parvati wouldn’t do anything that she thought might hurt her friend, and as desperate as Lavender looked to make this happen, I can’t imagine that she didn’t impress upon her the need to keep quiet.”

“She has grown rather fond of us, hasn’t she?” Harry asked.

“It would be fun,” Hermione said. “When I first thought about bringing Lavender to join us, I figured it would be a one-time thing…”

“I wouldn’t have expected it to even happen once, much less become something that you let happen again,” Harry said.

“I’ve been enjoying it,” Hermione admitted. “I love everything about it, really.  The softness of her body, the gentle intimacy of her touch, and the way it drives you wild to see us together before you.  I wouldn’t mind continuing to enjoy her together, and the idea of bringing another equally gorgeous girl in is just so sexy.  It’s not as though you wouldn’t have the stamina for all three of us.”

“I don’t think it’s so much my stamina,” Harry chuckled.

“Harry?” Ginny asked, coming over to them.

Quickly canceling the charm, Harry replied, “yes?”

“Tryouts for reserve players are this Saturday, right?” Ginny asked, blushing only a little as she talked to him.

“Yes, at ten o’clock sharp,” Harry replied. “Angelina’s got everything set up and booked for a solid hour and a half.”

“Perfect,” Ginny said. “I’ll see you there.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing what you can do, Ginny,” Harry said, giving a smile that dramatically increased the reddening of her cheeks.

As the redhead returned to where she had been sitting, Harry’s eyes were drawn to her arse which, even through her robes, looked lovely.  Shaking his head as he realized what he was doing, he looked over to Hermione in concern, only to see that her eyes were trained on the same thing his had been.  When she saw him looking at her, she looked away immediately, appearing slightly embarrassed.

“I think Lavender created a monster, Pet,” Harry chuckled.

“It was hardly Lavender,” Hermione said snottily. “I was a respectable girl before you had your wicked way with me.”

Harry laughed and hugged her, whispering in her ear, “I daresay that I like this version of you a little better.”

Hermione sighed and snuggled into his embrace, saying, “I think I do too.”

*****

Lavender was practically vibrating with excitement as she led Parvati up to the Room of Requirement.  It had been a few days since Hermione had given her the go-ahead to talk to Parvati about their arrangement and released her from the contract for it.  She had wasted little time telling her best friend everything, of course.

“So, they gave you permission to talk?” Parvati asked as she lounged in Lavender’s bed after dinner.  Their room was empty, and they could speak relatively freely.

“Yes,” Lavender sighed in relief. “I wanted to tell you immediately, but they had me sign a magical contract to keep my mouth shut.”

“I’d call them paranoid, but I remember how bad things got last year,” Parvati said.

“Yeah, I didn’t like it, but I got it,” Lavender said. “Anyway, I asked them, and they said I could talk to you, so long as I got you to promise that you wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“Not even Padma,” Parvati said. “You’re the one I gossip to most, anyway, and you’re involved, so no, we’re good.  So now that you can talk, what exactly is going on between you three?”

“A few weeks ago, Hermione came and asked if I wanted to have a threesome with her and Harry,” Lavender said.

“Just like that?” Parvati asked.

“No, there was a lot more stuttering and talk of experiments,” Lavender giggled.

“Experiments?” Parvati asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Harry’s...incredible in bed,” Lavender sighed.

“Really?” Parvati asked.

“Leagues better than Dean or even that muggle boy that I slept with over the summer,” Lavender replied. “He’s hung like a horse, absolutely knows what he’s doing, and you know how he’s a parselmouth?”

“Yeah,” Parvati replied, leaning forward, her eyes alight with clear interest.

“When he speaks parseltongue, his tongue vibrates,” Lavender said, earning a squeal from Parvati.

“Oh, Merlin, that must feel amazing!” Parvati said.

“Let’s just say he can really dehydrate you if he isn’t careful,” Lavender said, smirking. “Anyway, between that and his incredible cock, he was regularly making Hermione cum so hard and so often that she’d pass out, and she began to fear that there was something wrong with her.”

“So she invited another girl to get her brains fucked out just to make sure?” Parvati asked.  When Lavender nodded, she laughed, saying, “that is just such a Hermione thing to do.”

“Yeah,” Lavender snorted. “After that first night, I was hooked and nearly begged her to let me join them again some time.”

“And she’s okay with it?” Parvati asked.

“It turns out she’s bi,” Lavender said, “so it hasn’t so much been that she’s sharing him with me, but sharing me with him.”

“I guess that would make things simpler,” Parvati said.

“And it’s not like I’m dating him too,” Lavender said. “She hasn’t seemed jealous once.”

“Well, I am,” Parvati said, sounding like she was only partially joking.

“You don’t have to be,” Lavender said, placing her hand over Parvati’s.

“What?” Parvati asked.

“I asked them if they’d be interested in you joining them as well some time, and they both are,” Lavender said.

“Lavender,” Parvati said, sounding shocked.

“You’re my best friend, and we always said that if we found someone who really rocked our world, we’d share him at least once,” Lavender purred.

“You’re the only one I’ve ever even...I mean, I’ve never slept with a boy,” Parvati rambled.

“I took your virginity,” Lavender said, “which you’ll really appreciate if you say yes.  I’m not kidding about the size of his cock.”

“I’d need to think about it,” Parvati said.

“Of course,” Lavender said. “There’s no pressure.  In the mean time, I was thinking that we could spend tonight together, just the two of us.”

“All this talk of sex has gotten me pretty hot,” Parvati said with a grin, leaning in towards Lavender.

Lavender captured her lips with her own and knew that they were in for a fun night.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” Parvati said, sounding nervous.

“Trust me, babe,” Lavender said, “by tomorrow morning you won’t be able to believe that you ever hesitated.”

“He’s seriously that good?” Parvati asked quietly.

After looking around to make sure that no one was nearby, Lavender leaned in and whispered, “having him inside me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.  I can’t even describe how good it feels.”

“Is it just because he’s so big?” Parvati asked, keeping her voice as quiet as possible.

“I don’t know,” Lavender replied. “I mean, Dean was bigger than Brian, but Brian was better.  Being with him, though, it’s just...magical.”

“Are we sure she didn’t enchant his cock?” Parvati asked, giggling. “I mean, if anyone could…”

“No,” Lavender said. “She wouldn’t have come to me like she did if she had done something to him.  The whole point was finding out if there was anything wrong with her.”

As they reached the room, Parvati, having not come to this corridor before, didn’t realize that the door generally wasn’t there and said nothing as Lavender opened it.  She said nothing about what they found inside either, but that was because she was rendered speechless.

“YES, YES, YES!” Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs as she clawed at the bedding in front of her, her whole body shaking.

Harry was fucking her from behind, his large hands holding her hips and pulling her arse back against him in time with his every brutal thrust as he absolutely pounded her pussy.  Her fluids dripped down his massive balls into the puddle that had formed under them.

“You started without us?” Lavender pouted, pulling Parvati inside and closing the door behind them.

“We got carried away,” Harry said, stopping for a moment. “Say hello to our guests while you’re still conscious, pet.”

He brought his hand down on Hermione’s arse, making the round cheek jiggle and her squeak in shock.  She looked over at them, her eyes glassy and unfocused.

“Oh, hi,” she said, before grunting as Harry pulled his colossal cock from her well-fucked pussy.

“Merlin’s balls,” Parvati gasped as she took in the sight of a fully undressed Harry Potter for the first time.

“See why I’m so obsessed?” Lavender asked, deeply amused by her friend’s reaction.

“Huge,” Parvati said, her eyes focused on his bobbing erection as he walked over to them.

“Hello, Parvati,” Harry said as he joined them.

“Hi,” Parvati said, looking up into his eyes and shivering at the raw desire she saw in them.

“I’ll let you two talk while I check on Hermione,” Lavender said, tracing a finger over Harry’s hard cock and putting it her mouth.  Harry groaned as he watched her suck Hermione’s arousal off of the digit.

Walking over to Hermione, Lavender shed her clothes as she went, having worn nothing that couldn’t be removed easily.  By the time she reached the bed, all she had left on were socks.

“I brought Parvati,” Lavender said as she climbed onto the bed next to the half-conscious girl.

“Good,” Hermione panted, draping an arm over her head as she stared at the ceiling.

“Fuck, your nipples could cut glass,” Lavender laughed, reaching down to give the hard peaks each a kiss.  Hermione just sighed and wrapped her arms around Lavender’s head.

“You seem nervous,” Harry said.

“I’ve never done this before,” Parvati said. “Lav took my cherry, but I’ve never been with a bloke.”

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t think you’re ready,” Harry said.

“No, I want to,” Parvati said. “Lavender can’t stop gushing about how...well, you make her gush.”

“She can be a messy thing,” Harry said, looking over to the bed and feeling his cock throb as Lavender lowered her pussy down onto Hermione’s eager mouth.

“To be honest, I’ve had a crush on you for ages,” Parvati said. “Hermione seemed to stake a claim early on, though, and it would just never happen.”

“Oh fuck, Hermione!” Lavender moaned before lowering her head down to start returning the favor.

“I daresay she’s okay with it,” Harry said, grinning.

“Then I guess all that’s left is to do this,” Parvati said, wrapping her arms around his head and pulling him down into a deep and passionate kiss.

Harry pressed himself against her as he returned the kiss, pressing his cock against her robe-covered abdomen.  She moaned into his mouth as he entered hers with his tongue.  Cradling the back of her head with his hand, he stepped forward until she was against the wall, his lips never leaving hers.  She was the one who eventually broke the kiss for air, and as she stared up at him, her brown eyes were even darker with lust.

“Wow,” Parvati whispered.

“Took the word right out of my mouth,” Harry said, stepping back and brushing his hand over her cheek. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“This really fits inside Hermione and Lavender?” Parvati asked as she wrapped a hand around his cock.

“Every inch,” Harry replied, shivering under her touch.

“I’m wearing too many clothes,” Parvati said.

“That, I can fix,” Harry said, holding out his hand.  His wand flew into it, and with a wordless incantation, her clothes disappeared and reappeared neatly folded on a table.

“I had some pretty sexy underwear that I hoped you’d see me in,” Parvati said, consciously stopping herself from covering up reflexively as he looked her up and down.

“I’ll have to watch you get dressed in the morning,” Harry said, his voice low and thick with desire, “but I can’t imagine a more perfect sight than this.”

He noticed her nipples actually grow harder at his compliment and smirked.  She was truly stunning, about Hermione’s height and similarly thin.  Her breasts were a little larger and capped with small brown nipples, something he hadn’t seen before.  Her belly was flat and toned, suggesting that she did some sort of exercise regularly, and her hips flared out enticingly.  Between her long and shapely legs lay her perfectly hairless sex, the sight of which made his mouth water.

“Do you work out?” Harry asked, still drinking in the sight of her.

“Yes,” Parvati said, seeming to grow more confident as she saw the effect she had on him. “Padma and I learned our mother’s calisthenics routine as girls, and we both do yoga as well.”

“Have you done it long?” Harry asked, his mind filled with images of her bent back with her ankles by her head.

“You could say that,” Parvati said with a smirk.

Before Harry could ask anything else, she walked away from the door and leaned forward until her hands were on the floor by one of her feet while raising the other until it was pointed right at the ceiling.

“Oh yeah, did I not...oh fuck, Hermione...not mention that Parv’s super flexible?” Lavender asked, sounding deeply amused. “Ugh, yes!”

Harry stared right at her pussy and felt his cock throb almost painfully at the sight.  Returning to her feet, she turned around, and he was on her immediately.  She giggled against his lips as he kissed her, and she squealed when he placed a hand on her arse and picked her up.  She wrapped her legs around him, and he walked her over to the bed, placing her down next to Lavender and Hermione.

“Mmmm!” Hermione’s muffled cry came from under Lavender as she came undone on the blonde’s tongue.

Harry looked over to his writhing girlfriend and saw Lavender wink at him as she noticed.  Hermione stilled a moment later, and the other girl climbed off of her, crawling over to Parvati and him.

“Having fun?” Lavender asked, licking her lips.

“He’s a wonderful kisser,” Parvati said, grinning at her oldest friend and lover.

“He’s far more talented than just that,” Lavender said, leaning down to capture one of Parvati’s nipples between her lips.

“Ahh,” Parvati sighed in pleasure.

Harry kissed a trail down her neck and chest until his head was right by Lavender’s.  Swirling his tongue around the hard peak, he spoke a single word in parseltongue and laughed as she shrieked in surprise.

“Feels good, huh?” Lavender asked.

“Has anyone ever cum so hard they died?” Parvati asked.

“Trust me, if it was possible, I would have,” Hermione replied, sitting up and looking over at the three of them.

“Hi, Hermione,” Parvati said, blushing as she realized that she hadn’t said a word to her yet.

“Hello,” Hermione said, crawling over to join them. “I was rather out of it when you arrived, so I couldn’t greet you properly, but I’m glad you came.”

“So am I,” Parvati moaned. “I can’t believe you’re okay with this.”

“Well, I’ve come to realize that I quite enjoy it, actually,” Hermione said, cupping Parvati’s cheek.

Parvati leaned her head up, and Hermione kissed her deeply.  Harry actually felt her entire body relax under his touch as she got that last confirmation that his girlfriend really was cool with this and started kissing his way down along her flat, toned belly.  As he reached her sex, he could smell her arousal and see that she was already quite wet.  Parting her slick nether lips with his thumbs, he ghosted his fingers around her clit, making sure not to actually touch it, and smirked as she quivered.  He quickly buried his face between her thighs and gave her cunt a long lick, groaning at the taste he had come to adore.

“Oh fuck!” Parvati moaned as he started eating her out.

He dug his fingers into her thighs to hold her steady, and he shoved his long tongue inside her to taste her more deeply.  He knew that he could finish her off with ease and was in no rush.  Looking up, he saw that Hermione and Lavender were both worshiping her breasts together.  As he wondered yet again how he had gotten so lucky, Harry set about exploring her pussy, kissing and licking her folds languidly.

“Holy fuck, that feels so good!” Parvati whimpered.

“Are you enjoying having three of us do our best to drive you mad?” Lavender asked.

“Yes,” Parvati gasped, shuddering as Harry flicked his tongue over her clit.

“Harry isn’t doing his best to drive her mad yet,” Hermione said teasingly. “Show her what you can really do with your serpent tongue.”

“I don’t know,” Harry said, smirking. “I think I’d like to hear her beg first.”

“Please!” Parvati begged. “Lavender’s made parseltongue sound bloody amazing.”

“It is,” Harry hissed, vibrating his tongue right against her clit.

“FUCK!” Parvati squealed.

Her thighs immediately tightened around his head, muffling the sound of her screams as her orgasm flooded through her entire body.  He kept up the vibrations, prolonging her pleasure as she continued to convulse and writhe on the bed.  Her fluids gushed from her quivering cunt and he drank them down eagerly.  After a while, as the convulsions started to slow, he pulled back, freeing himself from her thighs and standing up to look at her.

“Wow,” Parvati gasped, panting hard as she tried to catch her breath.

“Amazing, huh?” Lavender asked, laying down next to them with her arm around Hermione.

“Wow,” Parvati repeated, staring glassy-eyed at nothing in particular.

“She’s going to be in Lala Land for a while,” Lavender giggled. “I can think of a few things we could do to pass the time until she’s back.”

The gorgeous blonde got onto her hands and knees and turned around, presenting her wonderfully round arse to him.

“You did already fuck me,” Hermione said, spreading Lavender’s cheeks wide and showing off her dripping cunt. “Fuck her, Harry.  Make her scream.”

“Yes, please,” Lavender said, “but stop before I pass out.  I still want to watch when you push inside Parv for the first time.”

“I can do that,” Harry chuckled, joining her.

Smiling at Hermione, he took hold of Lavender’s hips, lined himself up with her hot, wet pussy and plunged inside to the hilt.

“YES!” Lavender screamed, her whole body starting to shake as he spread her slick inner walls to their limit.

Harry grunted at the feeling of her tight heat around his cock.  He doubted that he would ever tire of the feeling of such silky flesh clinging to him.  Despite knowing that she wouldn’t require much time to get used to him, he waited for a moment, just luxuriating in the feeling of being buried inside her until she started to wiggle her arse and mewl.

“Fuck me, Harry!” Lavender whined.

Harry laughed and pulled most of his cock out of her before plunging back inside hard.  Lavender’s squeal seemed to shock Parvati out of her stupor, and she sat up quickly, staring gobsmacked at the two of them.

“Shit, it really does fit,” she said in wonder.

“Yes, it DOES!” Lavender shrieked as she came, her face flushing bright red and her whole body starting to convulse as ecstasy beyond her wildest dreams flooded her entire body.

“How...how long was I out of it?” Parvati asked.

“Not long,” Hermione purred, crawling over to join the other girl. “Harry’s cock is magical, and even just a few thrusts are often enough to make cum.”

“That’s...surely that isn’t normal,” Parvati said, her eyes widening as Lavender seemed to go from one orgasm to the next before her eyes.

“It isn’t,” Hermione said. “That’s why I decided to keep sharing him.  He’s far too much for me alone.  He used to make me pass out after just a few minutes, before he could even cum.”

“More, more, more!” Lavender screamed, the sound of her arse smacking against Harry’s hips drowned out by her voice.

Hermione reached over and cupped Parvati’s dripping sex, running her fingers through the other girl’s dark folds.

“He’s going to feel so good inside you,” she purred before kissing Parvati passionately.

Parvati melted into Hermione’s embrace, moaning into the other girl’s mouth as she fingered her teasingly.  The two made out while Harry continued to turn Lavender into a brain-addled, quivering mess.  Just as it seemed like the blonde was going to pass out, he pulled his cock from her spasming cunt and flipped her over.

“Holy shit,” Parvati gasped as she saw what had become of her friend.

Lavender’s makeup was ruined, with long streaks of mascara running down her cheeks from the tears she’d shed as things grew impossibly intense.  Her sweaty body was still hit by periodic quakes, as though her muscles were struggling to relax after the string of orgasms.  She honestly looked like someone who had been put under the cruciatus curse in that respect, but the look on her smiling face was not one of pain.

“So...good,” Lavender panted. “Thanks...you.”

“Did you just thank him for the sex?” Parvati asked, amused.

“No,” Lavender gasped. “Thanked him...for stopping early.”

“She wanted to watch me take you for the first time,” Harry said, his deep, rumbling voice making her pussy drool.  Parvati watched as he helped Lavender sit up, noticing the difference between the tenderness in his touch and the brutality of the mind-melting fucking she’d just witnessed.

“Fuck me,” Parvati said, lying back and spreading her legs. “I’m ready.”

“As ready as she can be,” Hermione added with a smirk.

Harry crawled over to her, his massive cock bobbing as he moved, and placed it over her belly.  Seeing the wet member lie on her like that, almost reaching her navel, made Parvati’s heart hammer in her chest, but there was no way that she was going to back out now, not as insanely turned on as she was.

“Do it,” Parvati said. “Make me your woman...a woman.”

“I think you had it right the first time,” Hermione purred. “No other man will compare after he’s had you.”

“I can confirm that,” Lavender said, having just dragged herself over to join them.

“Then I guess I’m yours,” Parvati said.

Her breath hitched as she saw him line himself up with her quivering hole.  He looked so impossibly thick, and she couldn’t understand how he was going to it inside her, but she never would have guessed that he’d fit inside Lavender or Hermione either, and he had.  She found herself utterly captivated by his gaze, unable to look away from the tenderness, the affection, and the promise of wild, unending pleasure contained within those emerald eyes.  As he pushed inside her, however, her eyes rolled back into her head.

“HOLY FUCK!” Parvati screamed as the sensation of being stretched to her limit overwhelmed her.  It felt so much better than fingers or Lavender’s conjured toys ever had, and she immediately grabbed at the sheets like she was going to fly away otherwise.

Harry kissed her, and she returned the kiss eagerly, slowly releasing the sheets so she could wrap her arms around him as he continued to bury inch after inch of his oversized cock inside her.  She never would have imagined that she would stretch so easily for him, expecting there to have been some pain involved, or at least a burning like she felt when she really pushed herself physically.  Instead, there was just an all-consuming pleasure.

“There,” Harry said as he broke the kiss. “You took all of me.”

“I…” Parvati said in shock, looking down to see that he truly was buried to hilt inside her. “Wow.”

“I knew you could, my good girl,” Harry said affectionately, and Parvati whimpered at the tenderness. “Now, there’s something else I want you to do.  Something that’s been on my mind since you did the splits for me.”

Parvati laughed and knew at once what he had in mind.  Unhooking her legs from around him, she pulled them back until her ankles were by her head, smirking at the look on Harry’s face and in his lust-darkened eyes.

“That what you had in mind?” she asked, still smirking.

“I wonder how long it would take to learn how to do that,” Hermione mused, making Harry groan.

“I can teach you both,” Parvati said. “It will take a whi…”

She cut herself to cry out loudly as Harry pulled half of his cock from her clinging depths.  The pleasure of that flooded her brain, but it was nothing compared to what she felt when he thrust back inside her again.  Her grip on her legs slipped, but Harry quickly grabbed them and held her in place.

“Fuck me...until I pass out,” Parvati gasped, making him grin.

“I hope you know what you’re asking for,” Harry said, “because you’re going to get it.”

“Did I look like that the first time?” Lavender asked.

“Like a deer in headlights?” Hermione asked. “More or less.”

“What are headlights?” Lavender asked.

Harry just chuckled as he started moving within Parvati.  Working his way up to a steady pace, he knew from the look in her wide eyes that this wasn’t going to take long, and a moment later, he was proven right.

“FUCK!” Parvati shrieked as she came, her whole body convulsing in ecstasy.

Harry felt her tight tunnel spasm around his length and grunted.  She was the third girl he’d fucked today without cumming and his stamina was reaching its limits.  Throwing gentleness to the wind, he picked up his pace, pounding her pussy hard.  Parvati shrieked and squealed her way through orgasm after orgasm as he chased his own pleasure, sounding increasingly incoherent.  After a few minutes, he felt the pressure building and let go with a roar, filling her to the brim with his thick cum.  Parvati let out a keening wail as he filled her, cumming so hard that she squirted all over him and fell unconscious.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Lavender said.

Harry pulled his cock from Parvati’s gaping pussy once his orgasm ended, watching in satisfaction as a river of cum spilled from her, and turned to Hermione and Lavender.

“Um, you’re still hard,” Hermione said, looking down at his cock in surprise.

“I am,” Harry said, too horny to think about his sudden lack of a refractory period.

Lying down next to them, he turned to Hermione and said, “ride me.”

“Yes,” Hermione said, shuddering.  She positioned herself over his cock and took his entire cock inside her in one movement. “Fuck!”

“Lav…” Harry said enticingly before hissing just to show his tongue vibrating.

Lavender took the hint and swung a leg over his head, lowering herself onto his mouth with a contented sigh.  The room was soon filled with the sounds of their pleasured screams as he did his best to drive them both mad.  He might have had reservations at first, but Harry had to admit that he could get used to having nights like this.