"You wanted to see me?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Yeah, sorry to bug you," Lavender replied, "but I wanted to talk in private."
Though it was the middle of the day, Lavender had asked her to retreat to their dorm room.
"Is something the matter?"
"Oh, no, nothing bad," she said with a smile. "It's just something that I want you to keep quiet about. Parvati already knows."
"Okay."
She went to her trunk and pulled from within it a long cardboard tube. Two large white parchments had been rolled up inside. She spread them out on her bed.
"Look at these."
Hermione leaned in to examine them. They were black and white drawings—very impressive ones—that featured a nude Lavender. One of them was stationary. It depicted her reclining on a chaise in a classical pose, and had clearly been sketched in the Pride. The other was animated. Lavender stood topless, alternately squeezing her breasts and showing them off proudly with a little wriggle. Her image winked and blew a kiss before the scene replayed itself.
"Wow," Hermione said. "Did Dean do these?"
She had seen his drawing of Harry flying circles around the Horntail—it was currently hanging in his dorm room. But she hadn't considered the possibility of him creating erotic art.
"Yeah. Pretty impressive, aren't they? I've been posing for him."
"They're amazing. Is he planning to be a professional artist?"
"I think so. He doesn't have money for magical paints right now, and he has to do an apprenticeship, but he's really good."
"He captured you perfectly. Did you just want to show them to me?"
"I wanted your help finding a spell, actually. I can't hang these on the walls, and I want to take them home for the summer. I thought maybe you knew of a way to conceal them."
"Conceal them?"
"Like, make them appear to be something else to other people. Or maybe look blank unless you're keyed into a password. Maybe a ward or something?"
"That sounds complicated," Hermione mused. "I think we might do password arithmancy at NEWT level. Have you asked some of the older years?"
"No, I wanted to ask you first. Plus, I don't think Dean wants everyone to know he's doing nudes in the Pride. He doesn't draw people without their permission, obviously, but Angelina would be pissed if nude pictures of us got out into the school."
"Yes, she would. And I suppose you can't go to a Professor for something like this."
Lavender smirked. "No. But it would be funny to see the look on Snape's face, wouldn't it?"
"For the brief moment before you were expelled. I don't know how to do what you're asking, but I can do some research if you like. I'm curious about the spells too."
Lavender pulled her into a hug. "Thank you, Hermione. I want to put this in my room at home so I can see it every day."
Hermione smiled at her roommate's vanity and took a last look at the drawings before she rolled them up. If she could find the proper spells, it might be interesting for Dean to draw her too. Perhaps a memento she could look at years later to remind her of the days when she was young and part of a very special club.
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Harry strode down the stairs into the Pride, tired after a long day of revising. Snape had set a Potions exam for the next morning, and he had crammed more information into his head about snap root and asphodel than he could hope to remember. Hermione remained in the library, though she had promised to follow him soon after.
The room was mostly empty. Those present were fully-clothed and studying. Tinkerfell and Manson were sitting at a table together, huddled around a book. Malcolm Ogden was sprawled out on a bed, surrounded by parchment. Angelina was seated on a couch and taking notes on what looked like ancient runes. It was rare to see her studying in the Pride.
Harry sat down next to her and glanced at her book. She didn't bother looking up.
"Something I can help you with, Harry?"
He sighed at her tone. Despite being grateful that he had survived the second task, Angelina had been quite irritated with him for the past few weeks, and for one reason only: he had missed their quidditch match against Hufflepuff. They hadn't stood a chance without him, despite Katie and Ginny's valiant efforts. The girl knew how to hold a grudge.
"I'm not apologizing again. Blame Madam Pomfrey. I'm just surprised to see you with books. I thought it was your personal rule never to study in a sex club."
"Rules are made to be broken. Like bones. Including the ones I'll break in your face if you get hurt and can't play in the Slytherin match."
Harry rolled his eyes. She was worse than Oliver in some ways. "The match is before the third task, so I'll be fine. I just have to make sure I don't end up injured while chasing your quidditch dreams."
"We'll keep Slytherin off your back. Just don't do anything stupid between now and then."
"No promises. You know my luck."
She looked around the room curiously. "Your partner in crime busy tonight?"
"She's on her way, I think. I have to share her affections with the library."
Angelina put her books to the side. "Well, I suppose I could allow you to touch my body again. I need a break from this shit."
"I don't know. You've been pretty cold to me lately."
She gave him a flat look. "Take your clothes off, Harry."
He laughed. "Why are all the girls in this club so demanding?"
She patted his crotch as he stood and began disrobing. "Because they know what you can do with that big thing between your legs, and they aren't afraid to ask for it."
"Fair point."
She began pulling off her garments as well. "Don't get cocky. It'll turn you into a terrible lover, and we don't want that."
"Of course not, O Captain, my Captain. I still have much to learn at your knee."
She squeezed his soft cock playfully. "And don't you forget it."
Now fully nude, Angelina sat back down on the couch and opened her legs, exposing the delicate pink flesh between her dark thighs. "Come on, Harry. Make me squirm like a niffler in heat."
He went to his knees and peppered her inner thigh with little kisses. "Do I want to know how you know what that looks like?"
She ran her fingers through his hair as he reached her glistening lips and gently spread them with his fingers. Inside she was already wet with anticipation.
"You probably don't. Advanced transfiguration is a hell of a thing."
He glanced up at her, unable to tell if she was serious. "Really, Angie. I don't want to know."
She smirked and settled deeper into the seat, spreading her legs wider and closing her eyes. "Spoilsport. Get to work."
Harry obeyed, kissing her clit while he rubbed her silky thighs with his palms. He was always impressed with what an incredible body Angelina possessed. Smooth, supple skin stretched tight over powerful muscles. A true quidditch goddess. He reached up and caressed her firm breasts while he suckled on her. She grabbed his hands, pressing her hard nipples into his palms.
She moaned as he gently pulled her engorged clit into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue and then licked up and down her soaked lips in slow, teasing strokes. They spread apart, exposing their pink depths. She kneaded his hair every time he did so, subtly bucking her hips into his face.
"I need your dick, Harry. Give me the real thing."
"As my Captain wishes."
Already hard from pleasuring her, he lifted her hips and pushed her back on the seat to give him better access. He lined his cock up and eased himself in, pausing only to soak his head with her arousal. She was so soft and warm, and gripped him so tightly, that he couldn't suppress a sigh.
"God, that feels so good," she whispered.
"It's about to feel a whole lot better."
Harry put his arms behind her thighs and then shoved her knees to her ears, pinning her beneath him with his weight. She gasped in surprise. As strong a personality as Angelina possessed, he had noticed by watching her that she also liked it when someone took command of her body. His voyeurism sometimes paid dividends.
"You like this position, don't you?" he said with a grin. His cock was buried deep inside her and she couldn't move.
"Yeah," she said breathlessly. "You better fuck me now or I'm going to get cross."
"So demanding. I'm going to pound you so hard, you can't sit on a broom. But you're going to beg for it first."
He slid in and out of her slowly, watching his cock disappear inside her. It shined with her arousal when he pulled out. He liked this position too. It made him feel as if they were wrestling and he had her in a submission hold. It was even hotter with Angelina, whose authority over him disappeared when she was held thrall to his cock.
He couldn't resist leaning forward to kiss her tenderly. The fact that he dared to do this to her—that he was allowed to do this—never failed to thrill him. He prayed that never changed. He couldn't imagine his life without the Pride now, and it was mostly Angelina and Katie that he owed for introducing him to such bliss.
He slid inside her to the hilt. She gave a guttural moan and grabbed his hips, pulling him closer. He stayed buried inside her and moved his cock in little circles, stretching and massaging her walls.
"Oh, God, you're killing me. Go faster."
"You better listen to her, Harry, or she'll make you spend an extra hour at practice," Hermione said.
Harry nearly jumped at the unexpected voice. She plopped down on the couch next to the pair, still clothed in her uniform.
"Only to make him fuck me in the shower," Angelina quipped. "Come on, Harry. Give me a proper pounding."
He laughed and withdrew from her. He repositioned his weight on top of her, his shoulders pushing her knees even further back.
Despite her entreaty, he slid into her again with exquisite slowness, loving how tight and wet she was in this position. She whimpered beneath him.
"You haven't been very nice to me lately," he said, winking at Hermione. "Only good girls get proper poundings."
"Harry Potter. If you don't start moving right fucking now…"
"She thinks she can dominate everyone," he continued casually, "but look at her. She secretly likes being pinned down and used. Don't you think?"
Hermione smiled and pushed Angie's hand away from her clit. "She does look like she's gagging for it."
"Oh, fucking Merlin, I'm going to kill you both," she gasped, unable to move or touch herself.
"That doesn't sound very nice," he said, and pushed into her with a hard, swift thrust.
She groaned in frustration when he didn't do it again.
"Are you going to be a good girl from now on?"
"Yes, I'll be good."
He pulled out slowly and didn't push back in. "Not sure I believe you. Did she sound sincere, Hermione?"
"I think she'd say anything to get stuffed with your cock right now," she said, thoroughly amused by the game Harry was playing. She slid her fingers along Angelina's belly, causing a shiver.
Angelina glared at him, but her eyes contained a plea. She squeezed his cock with her muscles. "Please, I'll be good. Just stop teasing me."
"Hmmm. I dunno. We own your body right now, little girl. We could do anything we want. You like that, don't you?"
He thrust into her hard and she gasped.
"Yes! Just fuck me, dammit!"
He pressed his body against her with his all might, until she could barely breathe. "You want to be fucked like an animal, don't you, dirty little girl?" he whispered.
"Please, Harry."
"I guess that'll do."
He pulled out and began pounding her fiercely, eliciting profane gasps of approval, while Hermione rubbed her clit. He could feel himself spreading her walls with his girth every time he pushed in. She was so wet it was soaking his cock and dripping out of her.
"Oh, f-fuck," she gasped. "Don't stop."
Hermione rubbed harder and Harry drove his whole body into her, fucking her as hard as he could. Their flesh smacked together forcefully. Angelina's abs flexed like she was doing a sit-up, and her breath came in little pants as the pair sought to drive her wild.
"Oh fuck, don't—oh, God," she whimpered.
Her pussy clenched hard around his cock, then spasmed uncontrollably. She writhed like an eel beneath him, but he didn't stop pounding her. She panted for a good twenty seconds and then collapsed into the seat.
"Okay, okay, I'm done," she said, as if tapping out of a fight.
He wasn't quite finished, however. He pulled out of her, still pinning her legs to her ears, and jerked himself to a finish. He spurted all over her abs and breasts, covering her with long stripes and making a huge mess.
When he finally removed his weight from her, she groaned and took huge breaths, her legs quivering.
Hermione giggled and removed her wet fingers from Angelina's clit. "That looked intense."
"It was a big one," she said, still panting.
"I do aim to please," Harry said smugly.
She gave him a mock glare. "Boy hero is getting an ego. We need to keep a close eye on him, Hermione."
"I'll make sure to keep him humble," she said, wiping a spot of Harry's cum away from her nipple and feeding it to her.
"Good. Take off your panties so we can keep you humble."
"I thought you'd never ask."
Harry smiled as Hermione obligingly rolled them down her legs, not bothering to take off her uniform skirt or anything else. He never tired of her being so matter-of-fact about sex. The Hermione of yesteryear was a distant memory, even if her personality hadn't changed.
Angelina pushed her onto the couch and got down on her knees in front of it. She grabbed her legs and spread them wide, exposing a pink pussy that was already shining with wetness. A little drop of moisture escaped and Angelina suckled it. Harry was content to stand and watch them for the moment.
She cleaved Hermione's swollen lips with a long tongue, and then spread her juices along her clit until it glistened. Hermione sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes. A finger teased her asshole, and she flinched when its tip slipped inside her.
"You alright?"
"Yeah—just not used to that," she answered, her asshole flexing involuntarily around the intruder.
"Really? You've never done anal?"
"Just a little plug in my bum," Hermione said breathlessly as Angelina pushed her finger all the way in and wriggled it. "After the Yule Ball, and I was barely sentient then."
"You're telling me, after all these months…"
She huffed. "Well, I'm usually too busy riding a cock to worry about one in my bum."
The real reason she wasn't keen on anal, or even toys, was that dildos didn't cum. She much preferred the blast of pleasure she received when a real one came inside her pussy. She kept that to herself, however, as Angie had laughed at her earlier confession. Even Harry didn't know the whole truth, though she had confessed most of it to him.
Angelina looked at Harry incredulously. He shrugged. "I offered, but she thought I might be too big. I've only done it a couple times. On the giving end, I mean."
The older girl shook her head. She gave Hermione's clit a little kiss and pulled out her finger. "Okay, then, I have an idea. Take Harry to the bed over there, slutty bookworm, and get him hard again. I'll be right back."
"Oh, come on, you just got me all worked up," she said indignantly. "I'm sopping wet."
"We'll finish the job. Now go."
Harry laughed and pulled Hermione to her feet. "She's in command mode again. Best to just go with it."
She was both excited and anxious as he led her to a bed in the corner of the room. She had a vague idea of what Angelina had in mind, having witnessed it before. Her personal experience was limited. Martigan had once played with her asshole when he was fucking her from behind, and so had Harry, but she hadn't gotten much out of the experience.
They both sat down on the bed and she removed the rest of her clothes. Angelina returned wearing a huge purple strap-on that was nearly twelve inches long. It was fairly thin, but still intimidating. It looked comical extending from her body, where it was attached to a leather bikini.
"You are not getting anywhere near my ass with that!" Hermione said forcefully.
Angelina smirked. "Not the whole thing, sweetie. Just a few inches. But it has to be long for the angle to work. See, it bends."
"What does it do?" she asked suspiciously.
"You'll see. It's charmed. You'll like it."
"Does it do what Cho's tail did?"
"Not sure. That belonged to her." Angelina leaned down and squeezed her calf. "It's a special feeling. If you don't like it, we'll stop. But it can really add a kick, especially when someone's already deep in your cunt."
"You mean—"
"Yep. Harry and I are about to blow your mind."
She considered it for a moment and then sighed. If she was going to try something new, she couldn't ask for two better partners. "Okay, fine. What do you want me to do?"
"Good girl. You're on top of Harry in cowgirl. I'll do the rest."
Harry kissed her on the forehead. "I've done something like this with Molly and Saoirse. You might like it."
The pair obeyed her instructions. When Harry was on his back, Hermione mounted him. She rubbed the tip of his cock across her clit until he was fully hard, and then slid him home. She was still soaking wet, and frustrated that Angelina had interrupted the earlier proceedings.
"Now what?"
"Lean forward," Angelina said from behind her. "Press yourself against Harry, close enough to kiss him. Raise your hips a little, but don't let him slip out. There, just like that."
Hermione closed her eyes in anticipation. She shivered a moment later as a dollop of lube landed on her asshole and was gently rubbed in.
"Okay, now, just relax."
She tried to do so. She was already full of Harry's cock, and felt very exposed knowing that Angelina was right behind her and looking at her asshole. She shivered again as she felt the head of the dildo press against it. There was a little pressure, and suddenly it slipped inside her. Her asshole gripped it tightly, trying to expel it. She took a sharp breath as it slid in deeper.
Angelina grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands. "That's about five inches. How are you feeling?"
"Weird."
"It's about to get weirder," she said, and Hermione could hear the smile in her voice. "Delicto."
She gasped as the dildo came alive inside her ass. It began writhing, and didn't feel at all like a long, rubber cock. It felt as if there were a living tongue inside her, twisting and licking and caressing everything it could reach.
"Oh, f-fuck."
She laughed. "Just wait."
Angelina hovered over her and then lay down on her body, pressing her breasts into her back. Hermione was sandwiched tightly between her and Harry.
"Okay, now ride us. Just like you normally would. You set the pace."
"Oh my God," Hermione whispered as she began to move.
She felt so incredibly full, like her entire lower body had been forced to expand. Harry's cock was stretching her and the dildo was writhing in her ass. The position was awkward. She could only push backwards, but when she did, she felt a jolt of pleasure unlike anything she'd ever experienced.
With both intruders sliding in and out of her when she moved, the sensations were overpowering. She felt them almost touching each other at points, the writhing dildo seeming to caress Harry's cock through the thin flesh that separated them. She rode them harder, thrusting herself backwards. Her mouth fell open as she tried to savor the incredible feeling. Her asshole quivered, and her pussy gripped Harry with involuntary little spasms.
Angelina thrust hard, and the dildo slipped further into her ass and whirred, its movements becoming frenetic. Harry pulled on her hips, driving himself deeper, and it was more than she could take.
"Fuck!" she screamed out.
Her whole body went rigid, then tremors rippled through her as both of her canals contracted violently around the dildo and the cock that were stuffing them. Her mind blanked, unable to focus on anything but the thrusting objects inside her and the pulses of delight they produced. Something in her belly quivered and released as an intense orgasm overwhelmed her. It felt as if she were soaking Harry's cock with a flood.
She collapsed bonelessly against him after she was finished.
Angelina laughed, still thrusting deep inside her with the toy. "Look at her, taking eight inches of this thing in her cute little ass. Did you finish, Harry?"
"Nope," he said with a grin, delighted at the sight of his friend reduced to such a state.
"Then let's trade places."
Hermione groaned piteously but made no objection as they manhandled her body. Angelina scourgified the rubber cock and then lay down on the bed, pulling Hermione on top of her. Harry went to his knees behind her.
"Lift her hips," Angelina said.
He did so, and then helped her bend the long dildo until it slid inside Hermione's still-soaked pussy. He took a moment to savor the view. Hermione was pressed against Angie's body, still trembling, with her ass in the air and the dildo deep inside her. Her asshole was slick with lube and seemed to wink at him, begging for his caress. He slid a single finger inside her. She squirmed and gripped it hard.
Angelina whispered in her ear. "Don't you think Harry deserves a treat? You want to feel his big cock in your ass?"
Hermione nodded against her, her chest heaving. "Fine. Just be gentle."
"Good girl."
Harry smiled and removed his finger. He pulled her hips closer and rubbed the tip of his cock along the soft puckered flesh of her asshole. He pushed against it firmly. It resisted him only for a second, then spread wide around his girth as he slipped in. She groaned as he gently pressed forward until he was buried within her.
It was the tightest, hottest sensation he'd ever felt. He gave an experimental thrust and she cursed and gripped the sheets with her hands.
"Delicto," Angelina cooed into her ear.
The dildo whirred to life again and Hermione whimpered and started shaking. Harry could only imagine what it was doing to her. He grabbed her hips and thrust in deep, watching as his cock filled her ass. The movement buried the dildo further inside her too, and she cried out in ecstasy.
Their momentum pushed her back and forth in a wave-like motion, each thrust filling her so full she could barely stand it. The dildo was pulsing and prodding inside her, and Harry's cock stretched her exquisitely, going deeper than she imagined possible. She gasped with each new penetration. She finally went limp and let the pair molest her body however they wanted.
"Give it to her, Harry," Angelina said.
He drove inside her a little harder. He could feel the writhing dildo massaging his cock. It felt like all three of them were connected in a pile of warm, wriggling flesh.
He couldn't believe he was doing this with Hermione. The fact that it was her somehow made it both dirtier and more intimate. Sensing that she had loosened up around his girth, he picked up his pace until her ass was smacking against his hips. She was still unbearably tight and slick. He pulled harder on her hips as his release built, and it woke Hermione from her stupor. She whimpered and threw her hips back against him, and he was unable to withstand any more. He burst inside her with a groan, filling her ass with a river of cum.
Hermione groaned too, feeling every drop of it. Her body shuddered violently. Angelina wriggled the dildo, pressing deeper, and she could endure it no longer. She grimaced and writhed as another orgasm tore through her, her whole pelvis contracting and releasing in ecstasy.
She collapsed again when she was finished, breathing hard.
"How was it?" Angelina asked, still continuing to thrust gently inside her.
"What the bloody hell," Hermione whimpered. "Get that thing out of me."
She laughed and gently lifted her body, removing both the dildo and Harry's cock, then laid her on her side. "I think we broke her."
Harry smiled. "I think we might have."
Hermione groaned and cupped her swollen, soaked pussy. "You almost gave me a stroke."
"You took it like a champ," she said, kissing her on the cheek. "You're a badass. Don't forget it."
She mumbled an incoherent response, her eyes still shut as her breathing returned to normal.
Angelina smirked and gave Harry a secret high-five. "I've got to get back to studying. Thanks for the break, kids."
They could hear her laughing as she walked away.
He lay down and snuggled against her, cradling her breasts.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I just need a second while my brain reboots. I think I just forgot everything I learned this week."
He laughed. "That must have been one hell of a toy."
"Go ahead and laugh it up, mister. I'm going to use the bloody thing on you."
"Yeah, I don't know about that."
She turned and looked at him with puppy dog eyes. "You mean you wouldn't let me do that to you, my dear partner in all things?"
He rolled his eyes. "Maybe if it's just the two of us, and I'm really drunk."
"You should experience that. At least once. Dear God."
"Are you going to use it the next time you get the Hermione Granger treatment?"
"Absolutely not. It might kill me."
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Hermione and Cho watched with wide eyes as Cedric and Harry circled each other. Both were breathing heavily, sweat pouring off them. Both of their robes were mildly singed.
"Depulso!" Harry yelled.
Cedric blocked the banishing spell with a silent protego, but it barely held. Both duelists were near exhaustion. It was their tenth duel of the night. Harry hadn't completely mastered silent casting, despite hours of tutelage, and when he was tired, he abandoned it completely.
They were dueling because both suspected that the final task would involve magical combat. They hadn't yet been required to use their full repertoire of spells in a task. Hermione argued that the final task would be an intellectual one, as it would require them to demonstrate the breadth of their knowledge. Harry disagreed, saying that it would be boring to watch. She countered that it wasn't the height of excitement to watch a lake for an hour, and he had to admit she was right.
But he didn't think he'd get that lucky, and so both boys were working on their strength and endurance in magical fights.
Cedric was currently leading 6 to 3 in their mock duels, but that was because Harry hadn't mastered transfiguration to the degree he had. He couldn't use it quickly in combat, and Cedric could. In a straight up fight, however, where they just traded spells, they were equals. Cedric was impressed that a younger boy could hang with him, as he was the best that Hogwarts had to offer.
Harry dodged behind a boulder the room had provided for them, his body shaking with exertion. He desperately wanted to win their final duel, and had one more trick up his sleeve.
"Serpensortia," he whispered, over and over, until he had an army of a dozen huge green snakes. "Attack the other boy from the side and wrap around him, but don't bite him," he commanded them in parseltongue. He took a deep breath and levitated six of the snakes in front of him while the other six slithered out from behind the boulder to attack Cedric.
As soon as they were gone, Harry stepped into the open, dodged a disarming spell, and banished all six of the hissing snakes at him.
"Fuck!" Cedric yelled.
A hasty shield protected him from the flying reptiles, but it didn't destroy them. They bounced off and regrouped, just as the other band of snakes approached him from his left flank. Harry waited on his shield to fail, ready to disarm him and end the duel.
"I've got you this this time, Ced—ah!"
He looked down to find a gigantic squid wrapped tightly around his leg and climbing him. The momentary lack of concentration cost him.
"Expelliarmus!"
Harry cursed as his wand sailed through the air. He shook his leg and frantically tried to dislodge the enormous thing attacking him.
Cedric didn't have time to gloat. No sooner had Harry's wand gone flying than four of the snakes wrapped around his legs while another one climbed his torso absurdly fast. They took him to the ground and one curled around his wand arm, leaving him unable to cast.
Cho giggled at the sight of her boyfriend on the ground covered in snakes. "I think this one is a draw."
"Yes!" Cedric cried out. "Get these things off me, Harry!"
Harry vanished his conjured creations before they could reach his neck.
"Do you mind?" he asked, pointing to his leg. "Where did this bloody thing come from?"
He was trying and failing to keep the sticky squid from attaching itself more firmly. One of its legs was inching precariously close to his groin.
Cedric snickered. "It's a chair. I transfigured it when you went behind the boulder."
He shivered as the squid reverted to its natural form and clattered to the ground. "God, that was gross. I could feel its suction cups."
"Says the guy who threw a horde of bloody snakes at me. I think that's enough for one night."
"Agreed."
Cho clapped her hands as their training session ended. "Good show, boys. I'm amazed how fast you pick things up, Harry. You two would probably crush the entire school."
"No kidding," Hermione grumbled. She understood the theory behind all these spells thoroughly, and yet couldn't use them as quickly or instinctively as either of the boys.
"When should we meet up again?" Harry asked, wiping his brow. "Hermione and I have big essays due later in the week."
"So do I. Maybe Saturday afternoon?"
"That works. I just wish we knew what we're going to be facing in June."
"Me too."
While the two boys regrouped and toweled off, Cho pulled Hermione aside.
"I just wanted to say thank you again for my birthday party," she whispered.
Hermione smiled. "You're very welcome. I had to resist laying down next to you and stealing all your boys."
Cho laughed. "I'm glad you didn't."
"So you enjoyed yourself?"
"Thoroughly. I know I didn't last as long as you did after the Yule Ball, but that lust potion—oh my God. I understand why it's restricted now. I was so sore the next day, but after some murtlap, it was a good kind of sore."
"I know the feeling."
"Nobody's, er, said anything about me since then?"
"What do you mean?"
"In Gryffindor. I mean, I know people gossip sometimes. I just don't want my reputation to suffer."
Hermione grinned and recalled her anguished conversation with Angelina, which now seemed to have happened in another life. "Nobody's said anything, except maybe to mention how hot and insatiable you were. Trust me, Cho, nobody suffers for anything that happens in the Pride, or I'd be an outcast."
"Thank Merlin. If I could get away with it, I'd transfer to Gryffindor."
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Harry and Hermione spent most of the next two weeks taking care of normal school work. As the end of the semester slowly approached, the teachers were laying it on without mercy. Harry contemplated ignoring some of the assignments, which was his right as a school Champion, but he was deterred by her glare whenever he mentioned it.
With the final task still six weeks away, he was willing to accede to her demands. His confidence in his skills was growing rapidly thanks to the training they had begun with Cedric.
Their attempt to mend fences with Ron, meanwhile, was producing mixed results. They sat with him again during meals and classes; he joined them a few nights per week in the library; and Harry had even consented to lose at chess a couple times in the common room. But the atmosphere between the trio was still charged. The lingering awkwardness was partly due to the fact that it was difficult to make casual conversation.
Harry and Hermione couldn't refer to the Pride, or tell Ron what they were doing away from him, except 'training for the tournament.' Nor did they wish to reveal the Come-and-Go Room to him. Not while he was still on probation. Ron was growing irritated with their need to be separate from him, and only their mutual desire to start a new friendship prevented him from loudly complaining.
Harry frequently grabbed onto quidditch as a topic, but that wore thin after Ron's twentieth analysis of the Cannon's roster. Hermione didn't even pretend to be interested in quidditch, and he noticed that she no longer chided Ron about doing his homework or closing his mouth when he ate. Complaining about Snape now seemed to form the glue of the trio's relationship.
The intimacy they had once shared was simply damaged. It had been replaced by a deeper kind of intimacy between Harry and Hermione, and neither was keen to see it diluted.
They both breathed a sigh of relief whenever they entered the Pride. The twins often looked at them sympathetically, aware of what was happening. They only asked that they not write off the whole family if things went south with Ron again. Or if their mother sent more howlers.
Hermione's irritation with the situation finally got the best of her on a Saturday night in late April. She collapsed into a seat next to Harry in the Pride.
"He followed me around after dinner," she said with a huff. "Even to the library! He wanted to know if you and I were dating. I had to pretend I had a headache so I could escape to the dorms and come here."
"Did you tell him we were shagging likes bunnies at every available opportunity?"
"Yes," she responded dryly. "And that we were using his bed. He took it surprisingly well."
He laughed, despite the undercurrent of sadness in the exchange. "It's getting harder to keep this a secret from him without pushing him away. What do we do?"
Hermione lay back and closed her eyes. "I don't know. I had an idea, but it's not likely to succeed any time soon."
"What is it?"
"We find him a girlfriend."
Harry couldn't stop his laughter. "Are you serious?"
She opened her eyes and smiled. "He'd be so busy keeping her happy, he wouldn't have time to worry about us disappearing at night. Of course, we'd have to coach him on how to keep her, or he'd drive the poor girl away within a fortnight."
"But who?"
"No idea. Definitely not Padma. We need a brave girl who loves quidditch and doesn't care about table manners. Or grades. Or tact."
"Er, I'm drawing a blank."
"Me too, but if we want time to ourselves, we might need to find someone for him. Does Tracey Davis like quidditch?"
"If I even hinted that she would be a good match for Ron, I'd end up in the hospital wing. But she's not. She'd murder him within an hour."
"Oh, well. Maybe a Hufflepuff? We should ask Cedric."
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Harry fondled Tracey's breasts as she ground her hips on top of him. He loved how they filled his hands, and how big and soft her nipples were, even when they were aroused. His cock was buried inside her. She squeezed it with her muscles, shifting it around inside her, and letting it slide along impossibly soft flesh.
"Are you close?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yeah, just keep doing that."
She had already achieved her release, and was trying to finish him off with the gentlest caresses imaginable. She was still soaking wet, and her grip was so tight that it felt like his cock was being smothered in a warm oven.
"Here it comes."
She squeezed him as hard as she could and he moaned. He thrust his hips, and his cum pulsed out in thick bursts, coating her walls in what felt like an endless stream.
He sighed in bliss and let his hands fall limply to the stone floor. "Merlin, that was awesome."
For the tenth time he made a mental note to find a room with a bed in it. He always forgot about it the moment he left. Plus, Tracey might not want to meet him elsewhere. She could arrive at this room without detection. Fucking on the floor was a small price to pay for her company, he supposed.
He was growing increasingly fond of her. She had lost all sense of shyness around him, though she kept her sarcastic sense of humor. He could tell she liked him too, and not just for what he did to her body. They were on the cusp of being true friends. As he became more fluent in the Slytherin language, he realized that her constant reminders that he was an idiotic Gryffindor were actually expressions of endearment. Mockery was a form of currency in her house.
She continued to straddle him and rock her hips. It was still early in the evening, and she liked to make the most of their brief time together. They almost always had sex with her on top, so she could control the pace and depth of his penetrations. She liked to leave his cock inside her even after he came, teasing him until he grew hard again.
At the moment, the cum he had poured into her was obeying gravity and coating his softening cock, making a slick, squelchy sound every time she moved.
She grinned down at him. "Can you hear that?"
"Yes."
"You make such a fucking mess inside me."
"I hope you're not complaining," he said with a smile.
"Hell no. I love it. It drips out of me on the walk back to the dungeons."
"Good. Because I love giving it to you."
"Aww, the Gryffindor is getting all sentimental on me."
"Hush, little snake. You're the one sitting on my cock with a mad grin."
She laughed. "Well, you're a parselmouth. I suppose that makes you an honorary Slytherin, so I'm allowed to shag you whenever I want."
"I don't know if I should feel complimented or insulted."
She batted her eyes at him. "Complimented, obviously. Do you get sentimental after you fuck Granger too?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Right. I know body language, and you are fucking her bookwormy brains out. Probably on a daily basis. Does she make you write essays on how to improve your performance?"
"Whatever you think you know, Tracey, you better not talk about it with anyone."
"I know she was walking funny at breakfast the other day. She winced when she sat down. Had that freshly shagged glow about her too."
"Tracey," he said, but couldn't suppress the mirth in his voice. She liked to taunt him about sleeping with Hermione, even though he never admitted to it. He wasn't even certain that he could, given the contracts.
"Oh, relax, Harry. I'm just teasing you. I'm the soul of discretion, just like you better be."
"Only Hermione knows I meet with you. I keep my word."
"I know you do. Which is why I have a favor to ask."
She squeezed his cock with her muscles and he felt it twitch inside her. It wasn't lost on him that she was pleasuring him at the exact moment that she asked for something.
"What's that?"
"It's something I think you'll enjoy, but it would involve a contract."
"I'm already under more contracts than I care to be. You know I don't gossip."
He didn't know what to make of the amused glint in her eye. "Yes, but we're not talking about a contract that protects me."
Harry's heart skipped a beat. "I'm listening," he said, his cock instantly growing harder.