Chapter 32
A smile appeared on Harry's lips as a resigned smile appeared on Hermione's lips. Of course, the enjoyment of the situation was enhanced by the fact that Lavender was still on his lap, riding up and down, determined to bring him to a climax. "Good call," he commented to Hermione even as he gestured her to walk closer.
Hermione stood just a step away from Lavender, but neither girl said anything, both well-outside their zone of comfort. So Harry decided to take the initiative. "Why don't you start from her breasts," Harry offered Hermione. "They're quite sensitive, and another pair of hands would make things go much faster."
"Still," Hermione murmured, clearly uncomfortable with the bisexual encounter she had been just forced into, but her struggles on the edge of arousal helped her a lot to push through that impression. Soon, she reached towards Lavender's breasts, though she was reticent at first, her slowness melted quickly when her fingers found Lavender's nipples, only to extract a moan of her. Encouraged by Lavender's reaction and Harry's approving gaze, her fingers quickened, digging deeper into Lavender's soft flesh. "They're so firm," she murmured in fascination after a couple of minutes.
"Aren't they," Harry approved, underlining his statement with a slap on Lavender's breast. Then, he brought his hands to roam over Lavender's body once more, leaving her glorious globes under Hermione's watchful attention. And Hermione took the task with great attention, and after a couple more minutes, even enjoyment could be seen in her actions. "Why don't you try to use your lips," Harry reminded. "You seemed to enjoy it a lot when I had done it to you."
Reminding their private encounters somehow managed to make Hermione blush even under the current circumstances. But Lavender cut in before she could say anything. "Excellent idea," she said, pushing her chest forward. Under their combined insistence, it didn't take long for Hermione to follow his directions, especially since she wasn't exactly unwilling from the beginning. Her lips landed around Lavender's nipple, and her tongue darted out to support.
Under the circumstances, Harry managed to achieve something that he had thought to be impossible. His shaft actually got harder while Hermione's movements slowly lost their stiffness and she started replicating some of the tricks she had been subjected to earlier, her tongue darting out to leave trails of spiral, broken by occasional bites hard enough to leave marks, all under the surprised gaze of Lavender, who clearly hadn't been expecting her stiff roommate to get into the mood that quickly. Hermione was really a quick study.
She deserved the title of the most brilliant witch of their generation without a doubt!
That observation was further ratified when he watched her starting to move down, leaving a trail of gentle kisses on Lavender's stomach before reaching to the holy land between her legs - the same land that was under his merciless invasion. She sent him a hesitant glare, but it faded quickly after just a nod from him — another proof of his increasing influence over her. She buried her head between Lavender's legs, hiding the treasure from the view, but the sudden tightening of Lavender's tunnel was more than enough as compensation.
"She's such a dirty little minx, isn't she," Harry whispered into Lavender's ears even as he grabbed her breasts once more, continuing the task Hermione left halfway. "Do you think you can handle what she's doing?" he added in the clear provocation.
"Of course I can," Lavender answered a bit louder than expected, apparently not appreciating being compared with the bookworm of the class. Lavender was a vain girl who didn't appreciate to be thought inferior to another girl in any womanly area.
"Well, you would if Hermione continues to her treatment in such a monotone manner," Harry countered, which made Hermione look up, competitiveness burning bright in her eyes. Unlike Lavender, Hermione didn't think herself as the top of her class in terms of womanly wiles, but also unlike Lavender, she was competitive to a pathological level, which made it really easy to trigger her.
But his reaction was nothing compared to Lavenders.
Despite the daze she felt, Lavender couldn't help but feel shocked as Hermione's head disappeared between her legs, adding another layer to her pressure — not that it was exactly needed when Harry's humongous shaft was invading her insides mercilessly. Who could have known the golden boy of Gryffindor was packing such an impressive wand, Lavender thought with a shocking amusement…
Though the impressive size of the weapon that was currently thumping against her womb wasn't the only reason for her shock. After all, she hadn't been planning to end the night to end up in a surprise threesome with her roommate and the most prominent student of the year, especially when most of the students would have been shocked to learn that Harry was even had the time or interest to spend with girls with the horrible year he had been having…
Lavender wasn't one of them of course, not after she had seen the evidence firsthand when Harry visited Hermione in the middle of the night, and took her mercilessly, waving her concerns about getting caught easily. That alone was enough to show that it was far from the first time they were together; Harry was too self-assured to be otherwise.
Of course, that hadn't been the only evidence she had seen. After the encounter, she started to watch them more carefully, only to catch Hermione exhausted, bordering collapse, and Harry with a smug smile again and again; showing not only the frequency but also the great ability Harry displayed.
It was the reason Lavender decided to mess with them a bit once Harry decided to make another visit, this time not even waiting for the late-night, where Lavender supposed to be asleep, like she was idiotic enough to miss what was going on in her room. So she used her towel to a great effect, teasing Harry while making Hermione scared that she was about to get caught.
But never in her wildest dreams, she expected Harry to take her awareness in a stride, and continue ramming Hermione -in her back door, even- while talking to her casually, like her presence was nothing out of ordinary. She should have escaped at that point, but the moment was too fascinating to depart, and she wasn't a coward.
When she took that stance, she hadn't been expecting Hermione to run away into the bathroom in protest, nor she was expecting that spot to be filled by her at Hermione's absence. Though, it wasn't as shocking as Hermione's return, and the following participation…
And after all that mess, here she was, being licked by her roommate in her most private spot, while the boyfriend of the said roommate was busy invading her insides in a way that couldn't be compared to any toy she had been tried. Meanwhile, his hands continued to dig her breasts painfully, but somehow still managing to enhance her pleasure rather than feeling repulsive.
"So, Lavender, are you enjoying the treatment your roommate is generously providing," he whispered into her ear in a way that made her shiver helplessly. Somehow, despite everything she had been going through, his voice was the one that triggered her the most.
She tried to answer, but all that left her mouth was a helpless moan. She received a playful slap to her breast in response, sending a jolt of pained pleasure through her body. She wanted to complain about his rough treatment, but the memory of Hermione being sent away dejected after she failed to follow his directions was fresh in mind. She didn't want to experience the same issue, not when she was about to experience the most explosive orgasm of her life. Compared to that, a couple of playful slaps was nothing… "I'm enjoying it," Lavender answered with a gasp. "She's getting better by the minute."
"Nothing less than I expected. She is the most brilliant witch of our generation, after all," Harry answered, repeating the infernal phrase that plagued the witches of their generation for the last five years. At any other time, Lavender would have been annoyed, not because she felt Hermione was undeserving of the compliment, but because she felt exhausted to be compared to her only to come short. Not only Hermione was smart -and beautiful despite her lack of makeup- but also she was strangely popular as a part of the golden trio, and even enough to get Victor Krum, the world-famous seeker, as a casual date, only to rebuff all of his advances, while all the other girls were begging for a moment of his attention.
But this time, the statement only brought forth amusement. Why wouldn't it, when she was on her knees, licking her enthusiastically, just to make her turn with the same boy who was currently busy with her to arrive faster. "Yes, she is," Lavender said even as she slid her fingers through Hermione's hair, pushing her harder against her slit, and squeezing rather hard in the process. A pained gasp escaped Hermione's mouth, filling Lavender's heart with satisfaction.
But her attempts to play the dominant came to an unexpected closure. "Someone wants to play rough," Harry whispered into her ear, in a voice that was sharp and chilly -but no less arousing- before he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back painfully. Unlike Hermione, she even failed to let out a yelp, because his lips closed over hers, trapping her voice underneath a merciless assault.
And what an assault it was. Lavender had never experienced such a kiss, invading her whole being with its merciless heat, scorching her thoughts until the only thing that remained was the passion; the passion that was fed non-stop with his merciless pumping and Hermione's determined brushes of her tongue. The time lost its significance as she started measuring the progress through the pleasure that filled her whole being, increasing with each beat…
Soon, a pleasure that covered her whole being exploded from her core, filling her whole being, to the point of almost making her fall unconscious. Luckily, she managed to push through it after a momentary daze, only to realize Harry was still impaling her mercilessly, but Hermione's tongue was absent. She blinked repeatedly to dispel the blur before looking down, only to see Hermione was still in the same place, but focusing on Harry's balls rather than her clit. In her exhaustion, Lavender didn't exactly complain…
The silence stretched for a while -except all the grunts, moans, and clappings of flesh-, until Harry ordered with a crisp sound. "Mione, it's time." At the same time, he pushed her up, enough to free his shaft from her special grasp, filling her heart with its absence. But before she could react, Hermione had already wrapped her lips around it, doing her best to milk it. "Don't spill, and don't swallow," Harry ordered, which made Lavender curious about the reason even in her exhausted state.
But before she could think about it, Harry moved away, then pushed her on the bed. Lavender hit the soft surface with rather fast, a gasp escaping her mouth. But the shock couldn't be compared to the one that awakened by his next words. "Now, why don't you share your reward with your roommate," he told Hermione, and before Lavender could react, pushed Hermione on top of her.
Lavender was shocked, as, despite their earlier closeness, she hadn't been expecting such an outrageous move from Harry. After all, there was only one way to share the bounty which was currently behind Hermione's lips. Lavender met Hermione's gaze hopefully, expecting her to reject the order, only to see her shock slowly turning into determination as she lowered her head…
She was determined to keep her lips closed, not wanting to take such an aggressive step forward, but Harry chose that moment to push inside her once more, as deep as he could, without mercy. Lavender moaned, and Hermione didn't miss the opportunity, her tongue -coated with Harry's delicious aroma- invaded her mouth, destroying her complaints.
Lavender tried to push back, but her arms decided to surrender, as, under the pleasure, Lavender failed to lift them, making her helpless under the combined assault, pushing her towards the orgasm once more with a speed that she found unbelievable. But before she could arrive, Harry's presence suddenly disappeared.
Though, she had no doubt about where it disappeared to. Hermione's sudden, desperate moan, followed by the sound of flesh hitting flesh, was clue enough. And just like that, Lavender was trapped under her roommate, who, in turn, was getting slammed repeatedly by the golden boy of Gryffindor, even more, desperate than Lavender to finally reach her climax, which had been denied to her for her insolence…
Despite the complete outrageousness of the situation, Lavender only wanted it to last longer.
And she had a feeling that it will…
Harry had a satisfied smirk on his face as he pulled back, leaving behind the sprawled bodies of two girls who had accompanied him all night long on the bed, on top of each other. The night had lasted long, leaving him quite exhausted, especially when he had free access to their bodies, an access that he had leveraged to maximum.
He had high hopes for the setup, but even he hadn't been expecting such an incredible level of success, especially without using any mental tricks. Apparently, his power over Hermione was even greater than he had first thought, and with almost no effort, she had ended up on top of Lavender, enthusiastically sharing the bounty she had just extracted, all to make him save her from the edge as soon as possible.
Consequently, he had a huge smirk on his face as he prepared to leave the room, his invisibility cloak around in hand when he felt a ping in the proximity ward he had on the door, one that was tasked to keep any surprise visitor away. He waved his wand to turn the door transparent, only to see Parvati on the other side,
The easiest thing would be to cast a stunner on her the moment she entered, followed by memory-modification. But easiest didn't mean most amusing. His mind worked in a flash to put a plan that would have been much more enjoyable together quickly, and with a wave of his hand, carried aversion ward from the door onto himself. It was a rather dangerous move, as sudden move destabilized the spell matrix, reducing its duration to seconds, but that was enough. After all, he only need to stay hidden while Parvati closed the door, because there was more than a few students dashing in the corridors in various states of undress as they tried to prepare for the classes. Being seen by them would have been too complicated.
For now, at least. Maybe he could try it for the next year…
Parvati took a step inside the room and closed the door, which was more or less the exact time Harry's ward dispelled completely, and Parvati found himself face to face with a naked Harry Potter.
"Opps, this is awkward," Harry said with a cheerful tone. He brought one of his hands to his shaft, which was woefully inadequate to hide its full mast state — and it was definitely in full mast with the naked bodies of the girls tangled together, tempting him for another sessions.
"H-Harry!" Parvati exclaimed, quite understandably since she likely hadn't expected to come face to face with a naked Harry Potter, most of his erection in display proudly. "What are you doing here!"
"Well, I decided to visit Hermione for a study group, then Lavender joined us, and things went off the rails a bit," he said even as he gestured towards their naked bodies, which Parvati blush deeply, visible even in her brown skin.
"But… But…" she murmured, but words betrayed her, rather expected under the circumstances.
"I know, it's a bit awkward," Harry said with his best dashing smile, but turned rather suggestive with his nakedness.
"A bit!" Parvati answered.
"Well, yeah. You should have knocked," he answered dismissively. "Still, can you do me a favor, and not mention that you have seen us. I was supposed to lock the door, and I don't want to explain why I forgot."
"S-sure," Parvati answered, but it was more shock than a rational answer.
"Thanks, sweetie, you're a doll," Harry answered even as he leaned forward and pecked her cheek innocently, an effect that was destroyed by his nakedness. Then, he pulled his cloak around himself and disappeared from the view, then opened the door, and closed it a moment later.
However, instead of walking out, he stayed inside, curious how Parvati would react…