A Wild Yule Ball (Harry Potter) (Patreon)

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Themes: Moresome, Big Dick, Fucked Silly

Summary: The night of the Yule Ball, Harry has a much better time when he finds Cho, Hermione and the Patil twins sitting together because their dates ditched them. Just by being the only one to stick around, he finds himself with four adoring girlfriends who will do ANYTHING to make him happy. Luckily this is one of those universes where he's a Giga-Chad, or he'd probably be dead by Snu-Snu by the next morning. 

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To say the last several months had been a rather wild ride for one Harry James Potter would be an understatement. His Fourth Year at Hogwarts had been absolutely bonkers so far, even compared to his first three years at the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! In point of fact, it’d been bonkers even before he got back to Hogwarts. Apparently, this age was the age when Wizards came into their Majority, or something, because Harry had suddenly inherited a ton of titles and properties.

He was apparently not just the Heir of House Potter, but also the Heir of House Black, via his godfather, the Heir of Gryffindor via some long-off lineage tracing back to the time of the Founders, and the Heir of Slytherin through an equally ancient Conquest Clause that Salazar himself had put in. The goblins were also pretty sure he was the Heir of Merlin and some ancient family known only as House Peverell as well, but the Ministry was actually fighting them pretty hard on that one, so it was still up in the air.

On top of all of this sudden outward recognition, came a physical maturity as well. Harry’s ‘magical core’ had finally settled, or something, and he apparently had the densest, most powerful magical core ever seen. Given the young man hadn’t even known that magical cores existed before this year, well, he wasn’t entirely sure what it all meant. Supposedly, it meant he was super powerful? And he supposed he’d had a few good spells over the years, here and there.

But apparently, the only reason he wasn’t an absolute prodigy at magic was because of his terrible upbringing. Ever since the goblins had announced all of his inheritances, Harry had had a number of different people looking in on him who claimed to have his best interests at heart. Harry wasn’t entirely sure he trusted ALL of them necessarily, but the Mediwitch who had been sent to evaluate him at the beginning of the school year had seemed trustworthy enough, and so he’d been taking the Potions Regime she’d assigned to heart.

The results were incredible. He’d gained a good six inches of height overnight, filled out incredibly fast, and was able to cast magic with an ease that made all of the struggles he’d dealt with in his previous three years feel almost silly, looking back.

All of that was the good stuff though. It wouldn’t be Harry’s life if suddenly everything was all good, all the time. On top of all of that, Harry had somehow been forced into the Triwizard Tournament, despite never so much as going near the Goblet of Fire. That Dumbledore’s Age Line had been tricked was something he still didn’t fully get. The Headmaster was supposed to be the strongest, most powerful, and most knowledgeable wizard around, right?

In the end though, it hadn’t mattered so far. The First Task had been harrowing, but with his new physicality and magical prowess, kicking the Hungarian Horntail’s ass had been child’s play. He’d gotten the most points of the First Task, as a matter of fact, putting him in the lead over the three legitimate Champions. The judges had honestly looked downright annoyed that they could find no fault in what he’d done.

Of course, in the wake of such a tremendous success, you’d THINK Harry would have had an easy time finding a date to the Yule Ball. But the Wizarding World was old-fashioned, and Harry was still who he was, trying to come to terms with everything. He had, admittedly, put things off until the last minute, and then ended up making a deal with the Patil Sisters, Parvati and Padma, to go with him and Ron.

Still, the Yule Ball hadn’t been terrible. But even with all of his new power and might, Harry still had bodily functions to take care of. And so, he’d begged off to go to the bathroom maybe fifteen minutes ago, stopping on his way back to get some drinks for him, Parvati, Padma, and Ron as a way of apology for bowing out.

Only, as the well-built green-eyed young wizard approaches the table where he left Ron and their dates, he finds something odd going on. Parvati and Padma are still there… but Ron is nowhere to be seen. On top of that, the boy has been replaced by two more girls, Hermione Granger and Cho Chang. Both of whom had gone to the Yule Ball with their own dates for the evening, Harry’s fellow Champions, Viktor Krum and Cedric Diggory.

Blinking owlishly, Harry makes his way over and sets the drinks down. All four are immediately picked up by a girl apiece, and he’s glad he didn’t actually sip from the one he intended for himself on the way back. Either way, he watches as the witches all down them, before focusing on Parvati, his date. Hermione was technically his best friend… but it was still good manners to keep in mind that Parvati was his date for the evening.

“Hey Parvati… uh, what’s going on?”

As the other three girls all glare at Parvati Patil for some reason, the Indian Witch beams at him, as if he’s just saved the day somehow. Which… he’s pretty sure he hasn’t. Not today, anyways.

“Oh, nothing much. Just these three getting dumped by their dates so the boys could go off and be boys and play some late night Quidditch or something.”

Hermione, Padma, and Cho all scowl mightily at that, while Harry blinks owlishly some more. That sounded like fun… but no, he would never abandon his date to chase after the guys. That would be rude. Just as rude as Ron, Viktor, and Cedric had been, in fact. Also…

“But Cho is a Quidditch Player too?”

This point is not received with the good spirit Harry supposes he expects it to be received by. Indeed, Cho’s lower lip wobbles, and then she breaks down into tears as Padma leans over to comfort her fellow Ravenclaw. Apparently, her own Quidditch credentials had been forgotten by the guys in their pursuit to get away from the fancy party.

Parvati abruptly stands up with a grin.

“You know, I’d worried that they caught you on their way out and roped you into their little late night scheme. But here you are.”

“… Wouldn’t be right to just leave you hanging after I asked you to the Ball, Parvati.”

“Heh, the Gryffindor Golden Boy strikes again. Mm, I’m thinking you deserve a reward, Harry.”

As Parvati all but drapes herself over him, Harry blushes, unsure what to say to that. And then, as if thinking it over for a second, Parvati waves a hand in her sister’s direction.

“You can come too, Padma. We share everything together anyways.”

Looking up from comforting Cho, Padma gasps and flushes.

“P-Parvati!”

Rolling her eyes, Parvati growls.

“Fine! The others can join us. We’ll make a party of it! But! Harry is my date, so I get to go first.”

Somehow, Harry didn’t think that was what Padma meant when she called her sister’s name in that scandalized tone. Except, no sooner has Harry gotten done thinking that, then he realizes he suddenly has three pairs of speculative, considering eyes focused on him and his newly chiseled jaw and broad-chested bod.

… Why did he suddenly feel like he needed an adult?

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Fifteen minutes later, Harry and the four beautifully dressed young witches have all relocated to the Room of Requirement. Located on Hogwarts’ Seventh Floor, Harry had inadvertently stumbled upon it very early on in the year, in a tale that probably sounded as fanciful as everything else that had happened so far to him this year but didn’t necessarily bear repeating.

Frankly, it wasn’t nearly as fanciful as what was happening now. Harry had secretly hoped that his new appearance might attract a girl or something, and that he might get to kiss someone or something before the year was out… but this? This blew all of his hopes and expectations CLEAR out of the water. After asking the Room of Requirement for a large heart-shaped bed, Parvati had begun to strip, and the other girls had followed her lead.

Harry himself had been unsure what to do, but before he could decide, they’d descended upon him, and stripped him down as well. Now, he was sat on the tip of the heart shaped bed, straddling the point of it. Despite her words about getting to go first, Parvati was only one of two women kneeling between his legs, licking up and down one side of his cock length. Padma was on the other side, and the Indian Twins were going cross-eyed as they worked over his throbbing, still growing shaft with their mouths and tongues.

“T-Thought you were gonna tackle him all by yourself, Parvati…”

“I had no idea he was THIS big… fuck, I’m glad I invited you three. You can help share the load.”

“Heh, I’m guessing we’ll be sharing more than one load, by the time this night is over…”

“Padma! What would mother and father say? Heh…”

As the twins talk in between moaning all over his admittedly massive cock, Hermione and Cho aren’t idle either. The brunette bookworm and Chinese witch are kneeling on either side of him, rubbing their tits into his back and hugging him from behind as they lick and kiss at his neck. Cho seems at least twice as eager as Hermione, who is undeniably shy.

“Never… never thought I’d be doing this with you Harry. I mean, I wanted to… but I thought my chance had passed me by.”

Blinking, Harry twists to look at Hermione.

“Huh?”

Blushing, Hermione just nods.

“I’ve had a crush on you since you saved my life back in our First Year. But you never seemed like you thought of me that way. I’d resigned myself to just being like your sister.”

Blinking, Harry blushes right back.

“O-Oh… I guess I always thought you liked Ron.”

“Ron?! We bicker constantly!”

“Yeah, I just thought-mmph!”

“Less thinking. More kissing.”

Coming from Hermione, that’s certainly something. Of course, Cho demands her own fair share of kisses, and thankfully they aren’t too watery. The Asian Witch is eager, but her tears have long dried, and it seems she’s finally gotten over Cedric’s abandonment of her. Harry winces at the thought that he might be breaking them up with this. After all, they were the only real couple that had been boyfriend and girlfriend before the Yule Ball.

But hey, Cho was her own woman, and if she wanted to be here, who was he to judge?

“Okay… I think he’s ready. He’s not getting any bigger.”

“Finally. Let’s do this thing, I can’t wait to go next!”

“Who says you’re second? I’m his best friend!”

“Maybe that’s enough reason for you to go last? You know, save the best for last?”

“Nice try, Chang…”

Soon after Parvati and Padma decide they’ve gotten him as hard as they possibly can, the real fun begins. It starts with Parvati, which is only fair since she’s his actual date for the evening. The beautiful dark-skinned Gryffindor witch has him lay back on the heart-shaped bed and impales herself on his massive member. Harry doesn’t mind being on bottom, since it’s his first time, but when the others suggest he begin moving a bit more, he takes their advice.

That might have been a mistake, given how Parvati ends up with her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth by the time he cums inside of her. She definitely climaxes multiple times, or so Padma says, but still, she’s really out of it when he finishes up and pumps her full of his seed. Harry wonders if that’s really okay, but he doesn’t necessarily have time to worry about her.

Padma does end up going next, and at least has no desire to be on top. Instead, she lays back and has him take her missionary style, but after a little bit she demands he grab her ankles, spread her legs wide, and rail her just as hard as he railed her sister. Harry does so, and soon enough the Ravenclaw Patil Twin is making the same noises and same exact facial expression Parvati was making, literally identical given their status as twins.

He pumps a load inside of her as well, and Padma mumbles something about it being ‘so good’ before passing out on him.

Cho does end up going next, with Hermione ultimately deciding she would be last after all, after seeing how he handled the Patil Twins so roughly. Her justification, that she wanted him to tire himself out a bit more so she could have it nice and slow, was a little bit juxtaposed by the way she was fingering her gushing wet cunny hard and fast while he was fucking the others.

On the other hand, Cho Chang was unabashed about what she wanted. She had him wrap his belt around her neck and take her from behind, squealing all the while as she told him to pull the makeshift leash tighter, choking her as he fucked her. The Asian Witch was definitely very kinky, but Harry wasn’t about to hold that against her. He came inside of her like the Patil Twins, and she passed out from the experience, eyes rolling around in her head, mouth wide open as she lay on the bed face down, ass up, unresponsive.

And finally, it was Hermione’s turn. He takes her on her back too, but Hermione isn’t having any sort of distance between them. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down into a deep, passionate, tongue-filled kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist as she moans into his mouth while he fucks her. He’s not really tired even now, but Hermione never once complains about the roughness, not even when they have to pull apart to breathe.

“You k-know what this position is called, H-Harry?”

When he shakes his head, Hermione giggles and grins, lust-drunk.

“This is… a mating press.”

Harry blushes at that, but Hermione isn’t done yet.

“You came inside of the others without even thinking about it, didn’t you? You big, strong, hunky wizard. Magic wants to be spread. Some authors even postulate it has a mind of its own. And you have soooo much magic, Harry. You’re so POWERFUL… so do it. Cum inside of me. Breed me muggleborn pussy, just like you did those three!”

Breeding wasn’t something he’d had in mind at ALL, but now that she says it, he realizes she’s right. Not only did he cum inside of the others without thinking, not only did they take it without complaint, but Harry… Harry can feel something urging him on, to do the same to Hermione. And so, he listens to both his best friend and perhaps Magic Itself, and cums deep inside of the brunette, filling her with his seed.

In the aftermath of that fourth load, Harry collapses onto his back on the bed, only to have the four women he’s just lost his virginity with all cuddle up alongside him, two to a side. There might be consequences for their actions here tonight, things they had to face up to in the light of day… but for now, they just rest and relax, and drift off to sleep in each other’s arms.