Chapter 7

WARNING: This story is for mature audiences only. It contains representations of sexual acts and situations.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

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Chapter 7:

"Good afternoon, sleepyhead."

Harry mumbled something unintelligible at the voice that was disturbing him and opened one eye. His dorm room seemed to be flooded with sunlight and he could just make out Hermione's silhouette as she stood over his bed.

"Ugh," he groaned, and rubbed an eye tiredly. "What time is it?"

"Just after noon. You slept for 15 hours. Do you want to go down to lunch or sleep some more?"

He considered the question for a moment and then yawned widely. "I'll eat. I'm absolutely starving. Just give me a minute to take a shower."

"Take your time," Hermione replied and sat down on the edge of his bed.

Harry sat up in bed and immediately grabbed his head. "Oh, sweet Merlin. Why do I feel like I've got the world's worst hangover?"

She looked at him closely. He was pale and his hair was sticking out in all directions, even worse than usual.

"You don't look all that well, either. Madam Pomfrey thinks your fatigue is just a side effect of the rituals. She already told me that she wants to postpone our ritual for at least one day."

"Probably a good idea," he muttered, yawning widely again. "You might put me in a coma."

Hermione snickered a little. "I might do that anyway."

Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at her blearily. "You've been spending too much time around Parvati."

She huffed but looked pleased with herself. "It's the new and improved me. Now go take your shower. I'm hungry."

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Twenty minutes later, a freshly-showered Harry and a starving Hermione seated themselves at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. The cavernous room was mostly empty, save for a few young students at the Hufflepuff table, a couple Ravenclaws, and Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore at the head table.

Dumbledore had been absent for much of the last week, only having time to nod pleasantly to Harry in the castle corridors when they encountered each other. It was Harry's understanding that he was getting daily updates on the ritual situation from Madam Pomfrey.

The Headmaster caught his eye and waved as he and Hermione sat down, then returned to what looked like a very serious conversation with McGonagall.

"I wonder what that's about," Hermione whispered. "It looks like an intense discussion."

"Dunno," Harry replied, spooning a huge pile of fried potatoes onto his plate. "Where's Luna? Is she feeling alright after last night?"

Hermione snorted. "She's fine. She's been dancing around the castle with a goofy smile on her face all morning. I'm not sure if she even went to sleep."

"Mmmm," he acknowledged, digging into a pile of sliced roast beef ravenously. "Di' thsee alweady eat lunth?"

She grimaced and narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you channeling Ron? Don't talk with your mouth full, Harry."

"Thorry," he smiled, purposely repeating his grievous faux pas.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"She and Parvati ate earlier. Luna wanted to visit Melvin at Hagrid's and Parvati wanted to practice her dueling spells in the Room of Requirement. She's actually serious about embarrassing Padma in a duel."

"Merlin, I created a monster," he muttered, careful to swallow this time before he spoke.

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Half an hour later, a sated Harry and Hermione stepped through the Gryffindor portrait hole, having successfully ignored the Fat Lady's attempts to flirt with him.

He collapsed on the couch and sighed in contentment. "I feel much better now. I'm sorry we can't do the ritual today."

"It's not a problem. I do want to talk about the ritual, though, if you don't mind."

Noticing a hint of apprehension in her voice, he sat up on the couch. "Sure. What do you want to talk about?"

"Well, er…" she began, then looked around the large common room. "Why don't we go up to my dorm where it's more private?"

"How am I supposed to get up there? The stairs will collapse on me."

She gave him a faint smirk. "Oh, I learned a few tricks as Head Girl. I can deactivate the wards for a short time if you want to come up."

"You bet." His curiosity was now roused. He had never been inside the Gryffindor girls' dorms, and didn't know any boy who had.

She smiled at his enthusiasm. "Don't get too excited. They look just like your dorm rooms."

"Who's excited? I just want to see who's got a poster of me on their wall. And why didn't you tell me we could do this before now?"

She shrugged. "Unfortunately just about everyone has removed their things already. And did you have a reason to want to sneak into the girls' dorms?"

"S'pose not," he mused, watching as Hermione made a circular motion with her wand and then pointed it at the stairs, muttering under her breath.

When she was finished, she ascended the stairs and he followed her up.

He looked around curiously when they reached the dorms, and was a little disappointed that they were a mirror image of the boys' floor plan.

"So the seventh-year girls' dorm is in the same place as the boys'?" he asked as they walked.

"Yes, but I've got the Head Girl's Room, remember? Being a bookworm has its advantages."

Harry snorted as she led him to a room that was at the end of a hallway and had easy access to a stairwell. She unlocked the door and let him in, and he whistled at what he saw.

"I knew it! You've got half the Restricted Section in here, don't you?"

"Well, Madam Pince knows I'll treat them well," Hermione replied a little defensively.

He chuckled. "I'm just teasing, Hermione. It wouldn't be your room without mountains of books."

"The mountains are organized," she responded with a faint smile and sat down on her bed.

It was a large four-poster decorated in a subdued version of Gryffindor's colors. The walls surrounding it were filled with moving pictures of her, Harry, and, occasionally, Ron. It was a moving yearbook of their time at Hogwarts.

Harry glanced around the room curiously. It was almost exactly as he expected it to be. It was the room of a scholar, but also had a cozy, feminine touch.

He joined her on the edge of the bed. "What did you want to talk about, then?"

"Oh, just the ritual, I suppose," she said casually, but he could detect an undercurrent of anxiety.

"What's the matter?"

Hermione sighed and rested her hands in her lap.

"It's just…I'm going last," she blurted, "and now you've got all this…experience. And I don't really know what I'm doing, and I want to make this special."

He looked at her sympathetically. It always touched him when Hermione's insecurities rose to the surface. For all her passion and competitiveness, sometimes she was just a little girl who found it hard to believe that she was desirable.

"It's going to be special just because it's the two of us. It doesn't matter that I've got a few days head start on you."

"I know," she murmured, "but still I want to make this special. All the other girls have given you some kind of treat, I know, and I can't think of anything to do. I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. Or bored."

"You know this isn't a competition, right?"

"Yes, but I still wish you would tell me something I can do to make it memorable…do you, erm, have some sort of fantasy, maybe?"

Harry chuckled and shook his head. "Honestly, Hermione. You should take the advice you gave Luna. I don't want anything strange and I don't have any weird fetishes; I just want you."

She blushed a little at his phrasing, but persisted. "Humor me."

He sighed and wracked his brain, trying to come up with something that would satisfy her. He was about to give up when he remembered a thought that had sometimes aroused him during their years together at Hogwarts.

"Well, er, there is one thing…" he said cautiously.

"Yes?"

"It's a fantasy I used to have sometimes when I, er, you know. You're a part of it, actually."

"Oh?" She grinned as her face slowly heated up.

"Sometimes I would imagine what you looked like when you, erm, touched yourself," Harry said abashedly, more than a little embarrassed to be revealing this to her. "I would fantasize about sneaking into your dorm room under my invisibility cloak and watching while you, er, got yourself off."

"Oh my," she breathed, clearly flattered but also a little embarrassed.

"You wanted to know," he shrugged, his face now glowing too.

She digested this new information for a moment.

"Did you fantasize about other girls too?"

"Yeah," he admitted.

"You didn't ever use the cloak, right?"

Harry gave her a disgusted look. "Of course not!"

"Sorry," she smiled, her face heating up again. "You're a teenage boy, after all. Most would have used a cloak like yours to spy on girls in the shower."

"I had a few other things on my mind," he muttered.

Hermione seemed to consider something in the silence that followed.

"Well, we, er, don't have to wait until the ritual to fulfill that fantasy, you know."

He looked at her incredulously for a moment.

"You mean…you mean you want me to watch you?"

Her face became beet red. "If you want to, and if I got to watch you too."

Harry looked into her eyes, seeking out her motives, and then smiled.

"I want to."

She nodded and stood from the bed, then began removing her robes.

"Now?" he asked in surprise.

She smiled coyly. "Why not? I've been waiting patiently while everyone else talks about being with you. It's my turn."

"Are you saying you want to sleep together before the ritual?"

"No. I still want to wait; but we can make your fantasy come to life."

Harry grinned and stood as well, quickly removing his robes and clothes. He and Hermione had not fooled around since their evening with Parvati, and it excited him that she was being so spontaneous.

He stopped at his boxers, noticing that she had not removed her bra and panties and was watching him. He looked at her curiously, and she reddened again.

"It's a bit bright in here, isn't it?"

"Turn down the lights, if you want," he responded reassuringly. "But you shouldn't do it because you think you're not attractive. You're gorgeous, and I won't hear otherwise."

It both amused and irritated him that Hermione sometimes found herself unattractive. His opinion on the matter certainly wasn't unbiased, he knew, but any casual observer would acknowledge that she was at least somewhat pretty.

"Just a little, then." She used her wand to lower the flames of the wall-mounted candles.

When she felt the light was suitably flattering, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Harry watched in fascination, wondering why she still felt apprehensive about being nude in front of him. They had already been quite intimate with each other, after all.

She was wearing light blue cotton panties this time instead of his boxers, and she gingerly slid them down her legs and stepped out of them.

When she stood back up, he smiled.

"You shaved?"

"Er, yeah. A little. I thought you might like it. Parvati showed me a charm that makes it really simple."

Indeed, Hermione's previously bushy pubic hair was now neatly trimmed on the sides and not quite as thick in the middle.

"I do like it. It's…pretty, I guess, is the word."

"Pretty," she snorted. "Thank you; now it's your turn."

Harry pulled down his boxers in one smooth motion and kicked them to the other side of the room. He was already fully erect at the thought of what they were about to do. As the rituals progressed, his constant erection had slowly abated, but it was still absurdly easy for him to get aroused.

She stared down at his cock with a look of anticipation that excited him.

"How do you want to do this?" he asked breathlessly.

She considered the question for a moment, then frowned. "It's your fantasy, isn't it?"

"Right." Harry grinned and paused to think. "I suppose you were always reclining in your bed, reading Hogwarts, A History."

Hermione looked at him oddly, opened her mouth to speak, and then burst out laughing. He blushed at her response.

"Are you bloody serious?" she choked out.

"Er, yes?"

"You imagined me diddling myself to Hogwarts, A History," she repeated in disbelief, her sides heaving so much that she bent over and rested her hands on her knees.

"Well, I wasn't really focused on the book," he muttered, becoming increasingly embarrassed. "And you do read it a lot."

Hermione giggled and shook her head. "Oh, Harry…well, I can't very well be reading a book and watching you at the same time. Sorry."

"No worries." He was now wishing he hadn't brought up the subject of the damned book at all.

"Okay," she said, calming herself and taking charge, "I'll lean back against the headboard and you can be further down in front of me. On your knees, maybe, so I can see?"

"Works for me," he agreed, and climbed onto the bed.

Hermione assumed her position against the headboard, spreading her legs widely so Harry could get a clear view of what she was about to do. When he was on his knees in front of her, she hesitantly reached a hand between her legs and parted her lips with two fingers.

He watched breathlessly as she exposed the pink flesh beneath her brown curls. He noticed that she had shaved herself bare underneath. He guessed that Parvati had instructed her to shave there as well, and he was appreciative of the view.

Her lips spread with one hand, she began gently rubbing the index finger of the other across her clit. She teased the little nub back and forth, then rubbed it firmly from top to bottom. Harry's eyes were glued to the sight.

"Harry," she whispered, and he looked up at her dazedly. She arched an eyebrow at him, and it took him a moment to catch her meaning.

"Oh. Right." He grinned, and then gripped his cock firmly with his right hand. He began stroking himself almost unconsciously as his eyes returned to what she was doing with her fingers. Having already done this once before, he didn't feel particularly self-conscious about pleasuring himself in front of her.

Hermione's eyes remained locked on his erection as he stroked himself, and his eyes were riveted between her legs.

They continued in silence, each lost completely in what the other was doing. Hermione would gently push a finger inside herself, then rub her lubrication in small circles around her glistening clit. She was so very wet, and the little squelchy sound made by her efforts was driving him wild.

Harry couldn't believe how aroused this was making him. He felt like a fourth-year all over again, playing a naughty and forbidden game with his best friend. He felt his orgasm approaching and slowed down his pace. This was a show he wanted to enjoy for as long as possible.

When her eyes became hooded and her breathing heavier, she paused for a moment and reached over toward her nightstand. She opened the top drawer, and a moment later pulled out the big blue dildo that she had transfigured from his penis. His heart began racing.

"I've been practicing," she said softly. "Do you want to see?"

"Merlin, yes," he whispered, his arousal growing powerfully at the thought. He barely touched himself now, feeling as if any more pressure might send him over the edge.

She rubbed the dildo between her folds for a few seconds, lubricating it with her wetness. Then she spread her lips and pushed down. Its head slipped inside her, and Hermione sighed in bliss. She twisted it gently until half its length filled her.

Harry moaned at seeing her in such a position. His orgasm threatened to overtake him, and he stopped stroking himself entirely to ward it off.

"Why did you stop?"

"I was going to cum if I kept going. You don't know what you're doing to me."

"So cum," she whispered, pushing the dildo another inch inside her. "I want you to cum for me, Harry."

Those words were all he needed to hear. He grabbed his cock and stroked as he watched her slowly penetrate herself with the dildo. It didn't take long for him to pass the point of no return.

He panted as his orgasm hit him, so lost in the moment that he didn't bother to aim his cock anywhere in particular. He grunted and shot straight out, two jets landing on Hermione's belly and the rest streaking across the bedspread or dribbling onto it below him.

He continued stroking until he had no more left to give, all the while watching her pleasure herself with his own transfigured cock. Her breathing was heavy as she watched him. He could see her wetness glistening on the dildo when she pulled it out and then plunged it back in.

Harry was unable to resist such an erotic sight. He scooted forward, avoiding the mess he made, and placed his hands on her spread knees.

"I want to help," he said almost pleadingly, and she smiled at the look of raw desire in his eyes.

"Go ahead," she whispered. She moved her hands to her breasts as Harry gently grabbed the dildo that was still half inside her.

He twisted it slowly as he pulled it out and then plunged it back in. She was so very tight, and he couldn't wait until he could feel that tightness for himself. Part of him wanted to mount her right then and there, but he realized that there would be something special about waiting for the ritual.

Hermione let out a long low moan and reached down to tease her clit as her best friend fucked her with the dildo. She gripped the little nub of flesh between two fingers and squeezed it upright. Harry's arousal returned in full force at the sight.

"Yes," she moaned. "Don't stop."

He had no intention whatsoever to stop, and watched raptly as the dildo moved in and out of her soaking wetness. Her breath now came in shallow little gasps.

"There," she whimpered, "there—keep going."

Harry thrust it into her again, twisting it as he pushed. She tensed and lifted her arse slightly off the bed. He felt her pussy grip the dildo with little contractions as her orgasm overcame her.

Hermione panted loudly and rubbed herself until the moment of ecstasy was finished. Then she collapsed onto the bed and let out a massive sigh.

Harry left the dildo in her just because he liked the way it looked. The fact that it was him, sort of, somehow made him feel proud.

He moved up the bed and lay down next to her, entranced by the dreamy and satisfied look in her brown eyes.

"Well, that's one fantasy you can check off the list," she sighed happily.

"That was so bloody hot," he whispered.

She smiled. "I liked it too."

He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, then lay back down on the pillow, resting his hand on her belly. It was hot to the touch, and streaked slightly with his cum, but he didn't care. It made him feel oddly possessive. For the first time he realized just how much he desired Hermione physically, and wondered why it had never been clear before now.

She reached down and pulled the dildo out, then tossed it to the side of the bed.

"It's a bit too big to just leave there," she said apologetically, and Harry chuckled.

"I still have a hard time believing we're doing this. Just one week ago…"

"I know," Hermione agreed, grinning. "It's funny how fast all of this happened. I'm glad though."

"Me too. This has been the most pleasant life-threatening illness ever."

She laughed. "I bet…I feel like we've gotten closer too," she added softly.

"We definitely have."

"And I'm sure you've gotten closer with the other girls," she continued, a subtle question hidden within her speculation.

"I have," Harry answered carefully. "They all say the same thing about you and me though."

"What's that?"

"That they need to talk to you see what happens after this. They feel like they need your permission to, erm, be with me."

Hermione digested this in silence for a moment. "I don't have a claim on you, you know. Not…not an exclusive one, I mean."

"Do you want one?"

He felt her stop breathing at this question. He wondered if it was because she was hoping for it or dreading it. The post-orgasmic bliss they were both experiencing seemed to be lending itself to a very candid conversation. The time felt right for confession.

"I, er…do you?"

"I asked first," Harry teased, but then continued. "Everyone thinks we've been dating for years but just haven't realized it yet. I sort of think they're right. I mean, apart from sleeping together, what would we have done differently if we were dating?"

"Oh," Hermione replied softly, as if she had just considered the question from that perspective. "I…I suppose there's something to that. But then this ritual…"

"Complicated things," he finished for her. "I've enjoyed it, honestly, but if you…if you want to be with me, just the two of us, I wouldn't mind, erm, not being with the others. I'm not entirely sure what they want either."

She didn't immediately answer.

"That came out weird," he added. "I'm not trying to talk you into anything."

She smiled fondly at him. "I understand. I like the idea of being with you too, Harry. I think…I think I'd like for things to stay the way they are between us, but maybe include the physical stuff now that we're already doing that. But…"

"But?"

"Well, don't take this the wrong way," she said, taking a deep breath. "I know how important it is for you to have a family someday. I just…I'm not sure I want to be in a very serious, 'I'm going to get married soon' sort of relationship yet. I want to study, and travel, and start a foundation for the house elves, and get an apprenticeship with the Unspeakables, and…"

"It's okay, I understand," he replied, cutting her off before she could list every single one of her ambitions.

"No, let me finish," Hermione continued hurriedly, desperate for him not to misunderstand. "I want to be with you—I want us to be together, I mean. But if you want to be, er, casual sometimes with friends like Parvati and Luna and Tonks, well…I can share. For now."

Harry grinned like an idiot as her words registered. He resisted the urge to pump his fist in triumph.

"So you want to be part of a real harem, then," he replied cheekily, barely able to contain his glee. "Luna will be so pleased. What about Fleur?"

Hermione slapped him playfully on the chest. "Not a harem. A…a community of friends. And I suppose I can live with Fleur if I don't have to see her every day."

He laughed. "She's not so bad. Maybe a bit on the homely side."

"Oh, be quiet," she huffed. "She's alright when she's not accidentally looking down her nose at everyone. I sent her a letter yesterday, by the way. You can expect her to visit soon."

"I can?"

"Let's just say you shouldn't make any other plans for your birthday. I've got something planned."

"I can't wait."

He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, trying to show her how much she meant to him. He pulled away and stared into her eyes.

"Are you sure you want to wait for the ritual?"

Hermione looked for a moment as if she were about to cave in, but then nodded. "It just feels right to wait."

Harry nodded and smirked. "I guess my tongue will have to suffice for now."

He slowly made his way down her belly, eliciting a very un-Hermione-like giggle when his tongue penetrated her belly button.

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Later that night, Harry was reclining on his bed and flipping casually through Hermione's edition of Hogwarts, A History. She had stopped goading him to read it years ago, but he had a strange urge to connect with the school's traditions now that he would soon be leaving. It also didn't hurt that the book was part of the fantasy that she had just brought to life for him.

He paused in his reading when there was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in," he said loudly, and Parvati walked in with a huge grin on her face.

She had left the castle earlier in the afternoon to visit her family, and had apparently just returned.

"What are you doing?" she asked curiously, surprised to see Harry reading such a thick tome.

"Just relaxing."

Parvati stepped closer and looked at the title of the book. She gave him an incredulous stare.

"By reading Hogwarts, A History? Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

Harry chuckled and shrugged. "It's about time I got around to it. How else am I supposed to know whether Hermione's been making up stuff about Hogwarts all these years just to tease me?"

Parvati rolled her eyes. "Yes, because that's likely."

"How was your family?"

"Oh, they were fine. The same old boring conversations. I just visited so I could formally challenge Padma to a duel."

"Are you serious?" Harry exclaimed, a little alarmed at the smirk on her face.

"Not a real one, silly. We're having a family reunion in a month, and I subtly suggested that it might be fun for me and Pad to put on a demonstration duel; you know, to show the rellies what we learned at Hogwarts."

Harry smiled and shook his head. "You're devious."

"Ha!" she preened. "Thank you! Padma ate it up. She thinks she's going to be able to show off that big Ravenclaw brain and embarrass me. I can't wait to wipe the floor with her. She won't know what hit her."

"Er, don't go overboard. You might hurt her if you use real offensive spells."

"I won't use anything worse than a stunner. But I can't wait until she discovers that I can block whatever she sends my way with ease."

"So you're going to tell your family about the ritual afterwards?"

"I, er, hadn't thought of that," Parvati admitted, frowning. "They will suspect something, won't they? I'll have to figure something out."

"Just don't hang me out to dry, please."

"Oh, trust me, they'll never learn the details."

"Just stopped by to say hello, then?" he asked curiously.

She gave him a mischievous grin and tossed her long black hair over her shoulder. "Just stopped by to claim my prize. I just spoke with Hermione. She told me the good news."

"The good news?" Harry prompted, feigning ignorance.

"Hermi-oh-knee will share-ere," Parvati laughed and sang simultaneously in a childlike voice, grinning madly.

He laughed at her obvious glee. "So you want to share me, then, huh?"

She shrugged. "For now? You bet. Now let's get naked and celebrate."

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Twenty minutes later, Harry and Parvati were lying next to each other on his bed, their bodies intertwined as they kissed and explored each other with their hands.

They were about to take their foreplay to the next level when the door to Harry's room suddenly burst open, admitting a frazzled-looking Tonks.

"Oh, bloody hell," she exclaimed, her hair shifting from pink to red. "Here it is open season on Harry Potter and he's already got a bird in his arms."

"Open season?" Harry laughed, sitting up in the bed and not embarrassed in the slightest to be caught in such a position by Tonks. Parvati turned to look at her, likewise uncaring that the young Auror could see her in the altogether.

Tonks waved the phrase away impatiently. "The bookworm gave her permission. I just got off a bloody ridiculous shift and I was hoping to relieve some stress."

Parvati burst out laughing and looked at Harry. He returned her gaze with an eyebrow raised in question.

She grinned and shrugged. "Okay."

"Brilliant," Tonks breathed, and began disrobing immediately. "I need to take a shower, and then I'll join you."

Harry laughed as she stripped naked unashamedly and strode into his community bathroom to shower. Parvati, too, giggled at her immodest behavior.

"Well, this should be interesting," she mused.

"You really don't mind?" he asked, his heart suddenly racing as he realized that both Tonks and Parvati would soon be naked in his bed. He was starting to wonder if this day could possibly get any better.

"Not really. I'm kind of curious to see just how insane she is."

"She's, er, likely to try to freak you out."

"Oh? Do tell."

Harry smiled. "Not my secret to tell. Just…fair warning and all that."

It took less than five minutes for a fully nude and very clean Tonks to walk back into the bedroom. Her hair was pink again, and it was matched by a trim tuft of pink hair between her legs.

"That was just what I needed. I feel much better now."

"I bet you smell better too," Parvati smirked. "That's an interesting choice of color," she observed, nodding at Tonks' pink pubic hair.

Tonks shrugged and ran her fingers through it. "It's got personality. What can I say?"

"Show her what you did for me," Harry said eagerly, amused at the teasing rapport between the two girls.

Tonks chuckled and then concentrated, and Parvati watched in surprise as the pink hair between her legs took on the shape of a lightning bolt.

"Bloody hell," she whispered in awe. "I wish I was a metamorph."

"It's got its advantages. Now budge over, princess, and give us some room."

She and Harry both scooted over to make room for Tonks, who slid into the bed next to Parvati, sandwiching her in the middle.

"So, erm, you're into girls, then?" she asked curiously. Harry noticed an undercurrent of timidity in her voice that surprised him.

"I'm…not shy. Let's put it that way," Tonks smirked. "Are you?"

Parvati shrugged. "I've only been with one, and she was a close friend."

"Well, I'll try not to traumatize you. If you don't want me to touch you, I won't be offended. I'll just focus all my attention on The-Boy-Who-Shagged over there."

Parvati looked at her speculatively for a moment. "I'm game, I suppose. I'll tell you if you freak me out."

"Duly noted," Tonks agreed, and peered over her to look at Harry. He was watching the girls converse, and was already very much aroused.

"Looks like Harry's ready to go. How should we do this?"

Harry and Parvati looked at each other. "Is there a usual way?" he asked.

"There are all sorts of ways," Tonks replied, grinning deviously.

Parvati laughed. "Well, since you're the one who's so desperate, Harry can attend to your needs first. I don't mind watching for a bit."

"Suit yourself. I won't argue."

Parvati rose and moved to the foot of the bed, making room for Tonks to take her place. Then she sat back down cross-legged in the space that Tonks had just vacated, intending to observe the fireworks.

Reclining by her side, Harry laid a hands on Tonks' belly and leaned forward as if to kiss her. The metamorph, however, smiled and pointed between her spread legs.

"Get to work, Harry-kins. We can cuddle later."

Harry snorted at the brazen girl and sat up. If she was desperate for relief, he was happy to oblige her.

He scooted between her spread legs, then ran his hands luxuriously along her inner thighs, earning a little shiver from her. Her pussy was pink and glistening in arousal, waiting for his attention. He spread her lips gently with both thumbs, then leaned down to tease her clit. He pressed down on it with his tongue and then wriggled it around in all directions.

"Oh, that's what I'm talking about," Tonks moaned, running a hand through Harry's hair. He laughed and pressed down again on her clit.

As he continued to tease her with his tongue, Tonks reached to her left and ran her other hand along the soft flesh of Parvati's thigh. Parvati's breath hitched for a moment, but then she relaxed into the touch.

After a few moments of this, Parvati shifted closer to her and leaned back on her hands, giving Tonks access to all of her. Tonks' fingers immediately explored her inner thigh, finally rubbing gently across Parvati's clit with her knuckle.

Parvati's gaze wandered from Harry's tongue between Tonks' legs to the fingers that were now delicately caressing the outer edges of her lips. Tonks' efforts were slowly arousing her, and she was a little surprised that she didn't feel awkward at the older girl's touch.

She sighed and closed her eyes as Tonks rubbed her clit with her thumb and then plunged a finger inside her. She was still wet from her foreplay with Harry, and Tonks, it seemed, knew just how to tease her. She scooted a little closer to the pair, and Tonks gently maneuvered another finger into her.

Harry didn't see anything of this, as he was focused on making Tonks squirm with a relentless attack on her clit. He moved his tongue in circles, lines, and any other shape he could imagine, trying to drive her wild.

He plunged two fingers inside her, pushing firmly against her wet, silky walls, and she moaned above him. He grinned and stroked her mercilessly, exulting in the heat and wetness that engulfed his fingers.

Parvati, for her part, was growing a little frustrated. She was incredibly aroused now, but Tonks' attention was divided between her and Harry, and her fingers weren't as attentive as she would have wished. She began teasing her own clit a little self-consciously, noting that they weren't watching her.

Tonks opened her eyes, her gaze unfocused due to Harry's efforts, and glanced at Parvati.

"Come up here, princess," she breathed.

It took Parvati a moment to realize what she was proposing.

"Er, really?"

"I won't bite," Tonks whispered, and then moaned as Harry plunged his fingers into her again. "Come on."

Parvati slowly got to her knees and maneuvered herself over Tonks face. She stared down at the older girl's cheeky grin, both excited and nervous about what she was suggesting.

"Just lean down. I'll take care of you."

She spread her knees and slowly lowered her pussy over Tonks' mouth and nose. She shivered when she felt the brush of a tongue against her clit. It felt deliciously naughty. She sighed and lowered herself further.

"Yummy," Tonks murmured, as she nuzzled Parvati's clit with her nose and explored her wet folds with her tongue.

It didn't take Parvati long to relax above her and lean in to her ministrations. She leaned forward and put her hands on the wall so she wouldn't be tempted to drop her complete weight on Tonks' face.

Thirty seconds later, she stiffened and let out a surprised squeak.

"M-Merlin!" she nearly shouted, and Harry looked up to see what was going on.

He was greeted with the sublime vision of Parvati's arse planted firmly on Tonks' chin. Her whole frame shivered in ecstasy, and he could only guess what Tonks was doing to her with her tongue. He wondered vaguely just how much she could morph her body. It was a question worth asking one day.

He returned his attention to Tonks' pussy and noted that the pink lightning bolt seemed to be shifting back and forth between pink and green. Amused, he went back to work on her.

Tonks began moaning and breathing in small pants as he punished her clit and stroked her with his fingers. His own arousal was aching now, and he desperately wanted to bury his cock in her, but he thought trying to maneuver around Parvati's frame might be awkward. He settled for trying to drive Tonks mad with sensory overload.

Harry reached deeper inside her with his fingers, and she responded by pushing her hips up from the bed. Her abs pulled taut and he pushed a third finger into her, delighted as she gasped for air above him.

Not ten seconds later, he heard Parvati wail loudly and then felt the bed shudder as she pushed against the wall. The thought of Tonks bringing her to orgasm made his arousal grow desperate for release. Just a few more moments of this, he thought, and then I'm going to fuck Tonks silly.

He felt rather than saw Parvati remove herself from Tonks' face and collapse onto the bed in a heap.

Harry twisted his fingers roughly within her, eliciting a soft whimper, and then he felt a fourth finger slip into her, quite without trying. It was clear she was helping him along with her skills.

"Deeper," Tonks moaned above him, and he obliged her. He reached his fingers deeper into her wetness, entranced by the smell of her arousal and the heat that surrounded his hand. He pushed his hand in up to his knuckles, gently massaging her walls as she squirmed above him.

"More," she whispered, and Harry hesitantly folded his thumb into his palm and pressed further into her. A second later he was inside her past his knuckles. He twisted his hand gently, shocked and aroused by what he was doing to her.

"Oh, Merlin, more," Tonks whined in desperation, and he pushed in further, watching in awe as his hand slipped inside her up to his wrist. His own arousal became almost unbearable at the sight. He felt on the very edge of orgasm.

The tightness and heat were overpowering; his hand felt like it was trapped in an oven, unable to move. He could do nothing except twist it gently back and forth, but it was enough to make Tonks buck her hips against him.

He pressed against her walls with his fingertips, and she writhed lasciviously. He glanced up once to notice that Parvati was reclining next to Tonks and watching the proceedings with wide eyes.

"Oh, God, yes," Tonks hissed, her back now arched completely off the bed. Her breath came in quick gasps and she reached down to massage her clit as her orgasm finally overpowered her.

Harry felt her muscles clamp down tightly on his hand, the contractions of her orgasm squeezing him almost to the point of pain. It occurred to him that being a metamorph must lend itself to some incredibly intense orgasms.

When she finally stopped spasming twenty seconds later, she collapsed back onto the bed, his fist still trapped within her. She exhaled a huge breath and stared at the canopy of his bed, her forehead damp with perspiration and her eyes glazed over.

"Er, Tonks?"

"Yes, Harry-kins?" she replied dreamily, in what sounded like a passable imitation of Luna.

"Do you think I could have my hand back now?"

"Oh. Sure."

Tonks relaxed her muscles and Harry felt the pressure on his hand relent. He gently maneuvered himself out of her, careful not to cause any pain.

"That was…wow," he whispered, shaking his head and looking at his hand in wonder.

Tonks sighed in bliss. "You bet it was."

After a moment's silence, in which Parvati and Tonks both rolled onto their sides and went limp with relaxation, Harry spoke up hesitantly.

"Er, do you suppose I could get a hand over here?"

Parvati looked at him in confusion. Then she noticed his massive erection. She burst out laughing.

Tonks too looked down and laughed. "Aww; sorry, Harry. If you weren't so talented with your hands, your little guy would have gotten some attention."

"Oh, that's hilarious. If you weren't such a perv, you would have needed my little guy."

"Poor Harry did get neglected," Parvati cooed. "He looks like he's about to burst. Shall we put him out of his misery, Nymphadora?"

"Watch it, Pavarti. You kids have fun. I'll just lay here and watch for a bit."

Parvati giggled and crawled on all fours toward Harry at the foot of bed.

"Lie down, Harry," she commanded, and he obeyed hurriedly. He was indeed about to burst, the pressure in his lower abdomen begging for release. He lay down width-wise along the edge of the bed and waited. Parvati scooted beside him and eyed his cock in anticipation.

"It won't take much," he said, almost begging her to touch him. "You two were putting on quite a show earlier."

Parvati grabbed his cock and held it upright with her right hand. She cupped his balls gently with her left, and then looked at Harry with a smirk that suddenly worried him.

"Let's see how long you can last if I do this." She laughed and began stroking him at an absolutely furious pace.

"Oh God," Harry moaned, knowing he couldn't withstand such delicious pressure for very long at all. She was tugging on him as if her very life depended on it.

Indeed, less than twenty seconds of her aggressive stroking was all it took. His breath hitched and his abs tightened as he felt his release approaching.

Parvati saw that he was about to cum, and suddenly plunged her left middle finger into his arse.

"Ah!" Harry squawked in shock, his back arching as she jerked him without mercy. He came powerfully, his cock bucking and shooting a rope of cum over his shoulder before pouring out onto his belly like a burst dam.

She stroked him until he ceased panting. There was a small pool of white rolling off his stomach onto both sides of the bed.

He sighed and fell back to the bed as if his strings had been cut, and Parvati pulled her finger out of his arse and let go of his cock. He slowly turned his head toward her, narrowing his eyes.

"Surprise!" she said gleefully, and then collapsed against Tonks' feet in uncontrollable laughter.

"Not that that wasn't interesting," Harry growled, "but a little warning next time, perhaps?"

"Where's the fun in that?" Parvati asked, her laughter finally subsiding.

"That looked like fun," Tonks said above them, a huge smile splitting her face.

Parvati returned her smile. "Oh, it was. Jealous?"

"Of Harry or of your attention? What's your girlfriend's name? Maybe I can morph into her and give you a treat."

Parvati looked at her oddly. "Er, Lavender Brown."

Tonks contemplated for a moment. "Don't know her, luv. Sorry. Anyone else you want to see? Just between us."

She frowned. "I can't think of anyone. Can you turn into boys?"

"Hey, there's a boy right here," Harry complained, still a little miffed at Parvati due to her surprise party for his prostate. He was using his wand to remove the mess he had made from his chest.

She snickered at his indignation. "Don't get jealous, Harry. I'm just curious what she can do."

Tonks shrugged. "I can't do boys. Sorry. I can turn into female versions of men though. Ever wondered what Cornelius Fudge would look like as a woman?"

"Gah, no!" Parvati exclaimed, horrified.

Tonks chuckled. "How about Harriet Potter, then?"

She concentrated and shifted into a female version of Harry, complete with long black hair, green eyes, and a faint lightning-bolt scar.

"Oh my," Parvati whispered.

"No fucking way," Harry interjected, causing Tonks to laugh in an eerily familiar tone. "That's too creepy."

"Awww," she cooed, giving Harry the shivers. "How about this, then?"

Tonks closed her eyes and morphed, and suddenly there was a beautiful Indian girl with long black hair in her place.

Parvati rolled her eyes. "I told you I'm not into the whole twincest thing. No Padma, please."

"Who said it was Padma?" Tonks replied in a startlingly familiar voice.

Parvati looked more closely at her, then her jaw dropped. "Oh my God," she whispered. "You…you're me!"

Tonks grinned wickedly and teased her nipples with her fingers.

"Guilty as charged. And you have quite a nice body, I might add."

"Holy shit," Harry muttered at the sight of two naked Parvatis in his bed, looking from one to the other in wonder.

"You want to check yourself out?" Tonks asked casually. "I'm better than any mirror."

Parvati snapped her jaw shut with an audible pop, then moved closer to her doppleganger. Unable to resist Tonks' offer, she examined herself from outside her own body, her eyes roving curiously over her face, breasts, stomach, legs—everything.

"This is too freaky," she whispered.

"Don't be shy," Tonks grinned with Parvati's face. She reached out and pulled Parvati's hand to her, where she rested it on her breast. "Aren't you curious what you feel like?"

Despite the reservations written across her face, Parvati began gently caressing her own breasts on Tonks' body, her curiosity getting the better of her. She teased her nipples until they were erect, then ran her hand along the soft flesh of her own stomach.

When Tonks spread her legs, giving her a clear view of her own hooded clit and the dark folds of her pussy, she sighed and shook her head in amazement.

When she hesitated to reach further down, Tonks gently pulled her forward. A second later she was kissing Parvati passionately. Parvati stiffened for a moment before returning the kiss.

The sight of Parvati kissing herself so passionately restored Harry's libido to aching proportions. He simply couldn't believe what Tonks was doing.

"Merlin," he whispered, and sat back on his heels to watch.

After thirty seconds of exploratory kissing, Parvati pulled away, breathing heavily and looking into her counterpart's eyes. She was getting aroused despite herself, but still a bit shocked by the game that Tonks was playing.

"This is bloody kinky," she whispered.

"You want me to change back?"

"No, I…" she began, then stopped and glanced back at Harry. She had momentarily forgotten that he was watching, and blushed when she made eye contact with him.

"For the love of Merlin, don't stop because of me!" he exclaimed, so sincerely that both Tonks and Parvati both burst out laughing, breaking the tension.

"I think Harry wants the show to continue," Tonks smirked, and Parvati turned back around to look at her. Her eyes traveled south, and she looked down in wonder at the sight of her own aroused pussy.

"Just go with it, luv," Tonks whispered huskily, clearly aroused by her little game. "If you want to stop at any point, we'll stop."

Parvati nodded and reached a shaky hand between Tonks' legs. She cupped her own pussy with the palm of her hand, caressing it gently, then slipped her middle finger inside. She teased her own clit with her thumb, her eyes wide as she as she explored the most intimate parts of her own body.

"Whoa," she whispered in awe, then looked at Tonks' face—her face—questioningly. The lust she saw there overcame her last inhibitions. She took one last look down, then maneuvered so she could lean down and taste herself.

Tonks sighed as Parvati began to tease her clit with her tongue and explore her folds with her fingers.

Harry moved to the side of the bed to get a better view, astonished at the sight of Parvati Patil going down on herself.

The pair continued for a few minutes, Tonks moaning and running her hands through Parvati's long hair as she licked her. Harry's arousal had returned so strongly that he almost couldn't bear it.

When Parvati reached underneath herself with her free hand to rub her clit, the eroticism on display became too much.

He got up and positioned himself behind her, watching as she rubbed herself. He gently pulled her hips up higher, then rubbed his straining erection between her wet folds. He was rewarded with a moan of approval.

Taking this as permission, he grabbed her arse in both hands and thrust into her, exhaling sharply at the heat that suddenly engulfed him. Parvati was clearly enjoying what was happening between her and Tonks, and this just made Harry all the more aroused.

He began pumping slowly in and out of her, savoring the sensation of her pussy gripping him tightly. She moaned and gasped for breath as he worked on her, torn between pleasuring Tonks and focusing on what he was doing to her from behind.

The three moved in unison, almost as one body, each pleasing the other in a scene that Harry would remember for as long as he lived. They developed a rhythm, Parvati thrusting into Tonks with her tongue and fingers at the same time that Harry thrust into her. The wavelike synchronicity of their movements overwhelmed him, and he dug his fingernails into Parvati's arse in ecstasy.

"Unh—fuck me," she whimpered, and he obeyed. He picked up his pace and began thrusting into her roughly.

She now had three fingers buried in Tonks' pussy and was furiously rubbing her clit as Harry pounded her. She could no longer use her tongue on Tonks because of the force with which he was driving into her from behind, but she rubbed Tonks' clit mercilessly with her thumb. The metamorph had long ago closed her eyes, lost completely in the moment.

When Parvati began breathing raggedly, Harry squeezed her arse and then spanked it hard with one hand. He remembered how much she had responded to this from their ritual together. When she cried out, he slapped her arse every time he entered her, each slap bringing a more desperate gasp.

"Oh, God, please don't stop," she whimpered, and he pounded her as hard and as fast as he could, panting with exertion as if he were running.

"Ohhhhhhh," she whined in one continuous moan, rubbing her clit with abandon as Harry drove into her. He slapped her arse one last time, and he could feel her contractions grip his cock tightly as he moved.

He felt no urge to cum, which surprised him considering how consumed with lust he was, but he continued pumping gently in and out of her as she rode out her orgasm.

When she was finished, Parvati leaned against Tonks' thigh in exhaustion, her long black hair pooled all around her.

"Did you finish?" she asked wearily, her voice muffled by Tonks' body.

"No," Harry and Tonks answered in unison, then laughed.

"It's alright, though," Harry continued, still breathing hard. "I intend to make Tonks scream like a newborn mandrake."

"Oh, it's on now, Harry Potter," she laughed, still mimicking Parvati's body. "Budge over, princess."

Parvati collapsed bonelessly onto the bed when Tonks shifted.

She pushed Parvati to the edge of the bed and then pulled Harry toward her.

"On your back, Harry," she commanded, and he chuckled and obeyed, moving around Tonks as she got up and stood over him.

When he was ready, she positioned herself on top of him and grabbed his cock with one hand. Rather than insert him, she rubbed his crown across her clit for a moment, her eyes closed in bliss. Harry found it utterly surreal that it wasn't really Parvati on top of him.

Then she pushed down in one smooth motion, taking all of him inside her. He sighed at the sensation. His cock grow even harder as he felt Tonks morph Parvati's muscles to grip him in a vice.

"Merlin, that's good," he moaned, and Tonks snickered above him.

She leaned forward and put her hands on his shoulders, then raised herself up until he almost slipped out of her. Then she plunged back down hard, driving him roughly into her.

"Yes," she grunted, and Harry gasped when she landed.

He glanced to his side and saw Parvati reclining on her side and watching the action with renewed interest. It wasn't every day, after all, that you could watch yourself fucking someone from such a point of view.

Tonks developed a rhythm where she impaled herself three or four times in a row, then gently undulated her hips, moving Harry's cock around within her. She repeated it again and again, until both of them were sweating from the exertion.

Finally, when Harry thought he could take no more, she took a deep breath and pushed hard against his shoulders. She abandoned all pretense and bounced on his cock with abandon, whimpering every time he filled her.

"Merlin," he hissed.

He felt his orgasm approaching rapidly. He gripped Tonks' flanks and drove into her as hard as he could when their bodies met.

"Guh," Tonks grunted. He felt her walls contract tightly around him. She panted and dug her fingernails into his chest as she climaxed. It was all he needed to send him over the edge.

He exploded within her, bucking his hips as she gripped him with her unnatural skills. The pressure was so intense that he wished his orgasm could last forever.

They both stilled and sighed loudly at the same time. For Harry, it was a welcome relief not to collapse in exhaustion after sex. He didn't exactly miss the pain from the burning rune either.

Tonks giggled like a little girl and collapsed on top of him, her face buried in the pillow next to his head.

"Just what the healer ordered," she murmured, and Harry and Parvati both snorted in amusement.

A half-hour later, three very naked, very relaxed bodies lay intertwined on the big four-poster bed, sound asleep and totally at peace.

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