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Let's see, am I rich? No. A woman? No. British? No. Named J. K. Rowling? No. Guess Harry Potter isn't mine after all. Damn, I could have really used all that money.



A/N Well, most everyone guessed correctly about who caught them. Yay! I'm predictable. Oh, wait, that’s a bad thing, huh? Oh,well, I guess I did sort of make it obvious. Oh, well. On with the smut, er, show!





The Unexpected Result Of. . .





. . .A Lover's Quarrel





“Oh my God,” said Susan as Harry looked up into the confused face of Hannah Abbott.

Susan pulled herself off of Harry’s cock, a large glob of semen escaping through her momentarily distended sphincter and plopping into his pubic hair. His mouth opened and closed several times as the shock of being discovered settled into every part of his body. He’d been so caught up in the moment, that he hadn’t taken his usual precautions of locking and silencing the door and he was so stunned by Hannah’s appearance that he never gave any thought to covering himself. How could he have been so careless?

Hannah turned for the door but Susan, in all her naked and sweaty glory grabbed her arm.

“Hannah,” she said desperately, “please don’t go. Let me explain.”

“What’s there to explain?” Hannah asked, sounding for all the world like she was fighting bursting into tears. “I know how you felt. I don’t blame you.” She lost her composure, pulled her arm from Susan’s grasp and stepped towards the door.

“Hannah, please,” she pleaded, on the verge of tears herself. It seemed to be the sound of Susan’s voice that made Hannah pause. “I know this looks bad, but there is an explanation. At least hear me out before you leave me.”

Hannah seemed to deflate a bit, then took her hand from the door and nodded, still not looking at Susan.

“Er, perhaps I should go,” Harry said carefully.

“No, don’t,” Susan said. “We’ll just go over here.” Then she pulled Hannah to the back of the classroom—still not bothering to dress herself—where the pair sat down at a couple of desks and started talking quietly.

Gabby suddenly distracted him by starting to clean his genitals with her mouth and tongue. By the time she was done, Harry was once again rock hard. She settled into a slow, relaxing blow job, sliding her delightful mouth down over his cock at a sedate pace, not enough to bring him to orgasm, but enough to keep him erect.

Though he couldn’t make out exactly what Susan and Hannah were talking about, partly because of their hushed voices, and partly because of the wonderful distraction provided by his little sex toy, he did pick out several words: “love”, “expect”, “connection” and “exclusively” among them. He also heard his name mentioned several times.

After several minutes, he noticed a bit of a lull in the conversation.

“I don’t mean to intrude, but are you two talking about me over there?” he asked.

Hannah closed her eyes and hung her head a bit. Susan simply said, “It’s private, Harry.”

Harry shifted Gabby off his erection and stood, walking over to stand with a desk between him and the two girls. “And yet, you won’t let me leave to give you privacy,” he pointed out gently. Susan looked at Hannah with an inscrutable expression. “I could be wrong—it may be none of my business, but it seems I’m involved somehow. Er, somehow other than what we were doing, I mean. If I’ve done something wrong I’d like to attempt to make it right, but I can’t do that if I don’t know what’s going on.”

“It’s. . .” Susan started. Harry expected her to say “private” again, but instead she said, “. . .complicated.”

Harry, reached down and pulled his wand out of the pile that was his robes and flicked it at the door, locking and silencing it. Barn door, meet horse, he thought dully. Not that Hannah was a horse, by any stretch of the imagination. She was quite lovely; short-cropped blond hair, fair skin, flawless complexion, piercing grey eyes, nice breasts—nowhere near as large as Susan’s but respectable in their own right—and a developing figure that left many girls in the castle looking short-changed. She was wearing an off-white button-front jumper over a simple white and aqua blouse and a light grey skirt that came to her knees.

“Is it enough that I give you my word that anything said or done in this room doesn’t leave it?” He gave them both his best trust-me-I’m-here-to-help look.

Susan looked questioningly at Hannah who in turn stared appraisingly at Harry for several long moments. Finally, she lowered her head as though ashamed and nodded slightly. “Are you sure?” Susan whispered. Hannah nodded almost imperceptibly again.

Susan took a deep breath and started talking. It turned out, when she’d said it was complicated, she hadn’t been understating the matter.

Susan and Hannah, it transpired, were. . . involved. Hannah had always considered herself a lesbian; she’d really never found any boys or men attractive sexually. It was a secret that she’d kept to herself until the previous year. Susan, on the other hand, was blatantly bi-sexual. She made no distinction about boys or girls, men or women; she liked both equally. Unfortunately, she found the pickings at Hogwarts a bit on the slim side as far as boys were concerned, she’d dated a couple of them that she found moderately attractive, but they’d both turned out to be far more interested in her ample breasts than she was in them.

Sometime in their third year, they’d admitted their attraction to the fairer sex to each other. Shortly thereafter, they’d started a purely physical relationship (in addition to their existing friendship) which started out with a bit of kissing, then some exploration, then mutual masturbation. Since the beginning of the year, however, they’d spent more time in each other’s beds than they did their own, having sex more often than not. It had been one of those nights, when they lay in bed holding each other and talking that Susan had confessed her crush on Harry Potter. He was always so unassuming and quiet, with an underlying strength that she admired. She informed her lover that Harry was the only boy in Hogwarts that would draw her interest. Harry blushed a bit when he heard this.

Hannah, to Susan’s surprise had admitted a similar crush. She’d grown up hearing about the boy-who-lived and, as a child, she’d had dreams of him sweeping her off her feet, getting married and living happily ever after. When she’d started Hogwarts, and had finally seen him for the first time, she thought he just looked so innocent and cute, she wanted to go wrap her arms around him and hold him. As she grew older and entered puberty and her interest in boys evaporated and her interest in girls blossomed, she’d still held on to that image of clinging to Harry Potter, keeping him safe as much as he did the same for her.

Following the night of their confession, they’d often share little fantasies with each other that included Harry and would sometimes pretend that Harry was with them when they had sex. As the months passed by, however, Hannah and Susan found their feelings for each other deepening. They weren’t sure exactly when it happened, but having sex became making love. The pair were falling for each other. It had come out in the open after a particularly vigorous bout of lovemaking. They had confessed their feelings to each other, but to break the tension both had jokingly claimed that as soon as Harry wised up about one of them, the other would be history. They’d laughed about it at the time—but then came a certain Charms class.

Both Hannah and Susan had been feeling more strongly attracted to Harry over the last couple of days and neither new why. Then suddenly, while trying to concentrate on her schoolwork, Hannah wanted nothing more than to run across the room and shag Harry stupid; had it not been for the others in the classroom, she would have. When he’d apologized to her, it had left her confused, embarrassed and angry. Worst of all, she’d felt as though she’d betrayed Susan and had wanted nothing more than to put it behind her. Susan was worried about her though, and pressed her. The fact that Hannah couldn’t really remember what Harry had talked to her about in that empty classroom had put a strain on Hannah. They had argued, Hannah more angry at herself than at Susan.

Susan, concerned about her girlfriend, had sought Harry out, demanding to know if Hannah was all right.

Hannah, feeling bad about the argument, and wanting to make up with her girlfriend had gone looking for Susan—following the directions of someone that had seen her heading down a corridor earlier and then simply listening to the sound of her voice coming through the unsilenced door—only to find her fucking the one boy in all of Hogwarts that she feared could take Susan away from her.

The silence stretched on when Susan was done explaining. Harry noticed that Hannah had tears streaming down her face. Susan noticed too and she pulled the other girl into an embrace and the pair cried on each other’s shoulders for quite some time. Harry felt horrible, he’d managed to come between these to girls by blundering about without thinking.

“I’m so sorry,” he said quietly.

“What are you sorry for?” asked Hannah.

He took a deep breath. “I gave you my word that I won’t share anything you say with anyone else,” he said. “Can you both do the same for me?”

They nodded.

“Gabby,” he said, extending an arm to pull her towards him. She came and stood by his side. “This is Gabrielle Potter.” Hannah gasped. “Until recently, she was Gabrielle Delacour. She’s Fleur Delacour’s little sister. She was at the bottom of the lake for Fleur to rescue in the second task. . .”

He went on to tell them about the bond and his new found abilities, including the “pull” and how he’d learned to master it, at Hannah’s expense. He also told them that normally they would forget what he’d told them as Hannah had that morning after Charms class, but, since he was convinced that it was the only thing that could help repair their relationship, he was allowing them to remember his ability. He only asked that they not tell anyone. Since he also told them that he had decided not to use it on anyone else as it had proved too dangerous to do so, they agreed.

“. . .so I take full responsibility for Susan’s actions today. If I hadn’t used the ‘pull’ on her, we would not have been. . . doing what we were doing when you found us,” he concluded.

“I badgered you into it, though,” Susan said.

“Because you were concerned about your girlfriend,” he rebutted. “I shouldn’t have given in to you. I knew what the ‘pull’ could do, you didn’t.”

“Harry, I threatened to go to my head of house.”

“All right, you too,” said Hannah suddenly. “Stop it.” They both looked at her, gobsmacked at her outburst; she’d been so quiet up to that point. She took a deep breath and let it out.

“I don’t blame you, Susan,” she said. “If I hadn’t been so embarrassed when I was under the influence of this ‘pull’ thing Friday, I probably would have fucked him too. I know just how. . . enticing he can be.” Harry wanted to say something about the fact that he was standing right there, but decided to let the girl speak. “We both knew the other had some feelings for Harry, so I can’t really be angry with you. Just tell me, Suze—” Hannah took a steadying breath. “—do you still love me?”

“Yes, Hannah,” Susan said, smiling through her tears. “I do. I love you very much.”

They kissed. Part of Harry wanted nothing more than to watch these two girls kissing so passionately, but he showed them some respect and gave them some privacy by turning away. He pulled Gabby into his arms and hugged her tightly to him.

“I love you, Master,” she whispered in his ear.

“I love you too, sweetie,” he said.

When they pulled apart, they saw Hannah and Susan watching them.

“Looks like we’re not the only two in love,” quipped Susan. Harry blushed and Gabby beamed, slipping her arm around her Master. All the tension that had been in the room seemed to have evaporated.

“I’m starting to feel overdressed,” Hannah joked, breaking the silence that had followed.

“We can remedy that,” Susan said, beginning to tug on the jumper the blond wore.

“Susan, no,” Hannah said as she pulled away from her girlfriend. She was smiling though.

Susan, ever the pragmatist, looked at Harry and said, “Tell, me Harry, what do you think of Hannah?”

“Huh?” Harry said intelligently.

“Do you think she’s sexy?” Susan asked.

“Susan!” Hannah said, her voice half shocked, half whinging.

“Admit it, Harry,” Susan continued, “you wouldn’t say no to a shag with this goddess, would you?”

Harry, embarrassed that Susan could put it so bluntly after such a tender moment and equally embarrassed for Hannah who’d been put on display by her girlfriend just stuttered, “Y— yes, I— I mean no.” He smiled and shook his head at his own inability to speak. “I mean of course I would love to shag her as you so delicately put it.”

Hannah, surprised by his words, stopped trying to prevent Susan from stripping her for a moment; long enough for the redhead to get her jumper off and start on the buttons of her blouse.

“Really?” she asked as though she didn’t believe him.

He just nodded. She looked down to where his manhood was hardening at the thought. Her eyes widened for a moment. Then she seemed to realize that Susan was in the process of removing her blouse and she pulled the garment closed again. She turned to Susan.

“Are you trying to get me to shag him so we’ll be even?” she asked suspiciously.

Susan almost looked hurt by her question.

“Of course not,” she said. “This is me saying ‘there’s the one bloke in the world that you fantasize about. Don’t pass up the opportunity.’ He’s made it very obvious that he wants you, and you can’t possibly tell me that you don’t want him. So if you’re both willing, you should go for it, no strings attached.”

Hannah looked doubtfully at Susan.

“You want me to just shag someone else?” she asked.

Susan took her girlfriend by the shoulders and peered into her eyes.

“I want you to be happy—more than anything else in this world. I love you Hannah and I could be happy keeping you all to myself for the rest of our lives. But I know you have a thing for Harry; I know your fantasies. I know that if you pass up this opportunity, you’re going to spend far too much time thinking about what you’d missed out on. I don’t want you to look back with regret. I want you to look back and say ‘that time with Harry was brilliant, I’ll never forget it.’”

Hannah studied Susan face for a moment longer and then suddenly attacked her lips with her own. The kiss was long, powerful and passionate and this time, Harry did not look away.

When they broke the kiss, Susan redoubled her efforts to strip her girlfriend, moving on to the blond’s skirt when she refused to let go of her blouse. Hannah turned her attention to Harry. For a moment, she looked at him appreciatively. Then she looked back at his now completely hard member and seemed to lose her determination.

“I can’t Suze,” she said halfheartedly. “He’s a bloke. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Hannah,” Susan replied, half jokingly, “He’s a bloke. He does know what to do.”

Harry walked over towards Hannah who backed away slightly, unaware that she was doing so.

When he reached her, she seemed torn between bolting and jumping on him. He took her hand in his and looked her in the eye.

“Hannah,” he said gently. “I don’t want to pressure you, but if you really do want to do this and are just a little afraid or unsure, and if you trust me, then close your eyes.”

She stared at him searchingly for a few seconds, long enough that Harry thought she wouldn’t do as he asked, but then her eyes fluttered closed.

He moved in and gently pressed his lips to hers. She tensed for a moment before relaxing into the kiss. It was soft and sweet at first, gentle and reassuring. There was care and perhaps a little love in the kiss. As it lingered, however, it began to smoulder and then to flame. Soon they were kissing with a deeply instinctive need. Susan no longer needed to strip Hannah as she began to do it herself. Harry licked along her lips and she opened her mouth and allowed entrance to his tongue. Their tongues met and danced; duelled and caressed; licked and glided. Harry soon knew every square millimetre of Hannah’s wonderful mouth and she knew just as much of his.

He brought his hands up and found bare skin at her hips. She’d lost her blouse quite quickly. He ran his hands up along her back and found the clasp of her bra. Unfortunately, and as strange as it may sound considering how many girls he’d slept with, he’d never actually come up against one of them before. After a few valiant tries, he found himself stumped. He broke their kiss when he started laughing.

Hannah, the kiss over, faced a laughing Harry and frowned.

“What?” she asked self-consciously. “What’s so funny?”

Harry stopped laughing with great difficulty.

“I, er, um,” he floundered. “I don’t know how to unhook a bra.”

Hanna and Susan gave him shocked looks then burst out laughing. Harry blushed in embarrassment at his technical inexperience. Gabby quickly took pity on him and unhooked Hannah’s bra. Hannah let out an “Eep!” as the garment suddenly loosened around her chest.

Harry tried to pull the bra down and off, but Hannah had another attack of nerves and instinctively bent her arms at the elbow so that he couldn’t remove it. Instead, he simply placed his hands below it and slid them up underneath so that he was palming her breasts. Hannah’s mouth gaped for a moment at the new contact but quickly relaxed into it. Susan managed to get her to lower her hands and removed the bra. Gabby had moved on to Hannah’s skirt, had made short work of it, and had moved on to untying the girls trainers.

Harry focused his attention on the girl’s breasts. They weren’t in the same league as Hannah’s of course, but that didn’t mean they weren’t beautiful in their on their own. They were somewhat small—a little less than a handful—but they were perfectly formed, pert and firm. Her breasts had apparently never seen the sun as they were as pale as they could possibly be, topped with pale pink areolae and equally pink nipples which were small and fat; about as big around as his index finger but less than a quarter of an inch tall.

He bent down and ran the tip of his tongue in swirling patterns around the curve of her breasts, spiralling in towards her fat little nipples. With his hands, he reached down and dipped into her knickers and found a her sex, equally as hairless as Susan’s.

“Don’t tell, me,” he said, lifting his tongue from Hannah’s lovely breast for a moment while starting to trace his finger around her pussy lips. “You shave each other’s pubic hair?”

“Shave?” asked Susan. “You know there’s a charm for that, right?”

Harry quickly covered his gaffe.

“But do you do your own or each other’s?” he pressed.

“Each other’s,” she admitted.

Harry returned to Hannah’s tits and continued to caress her sex.

Hannah tentatively put her arms around Harry but didn’t seem to know what to do with them. She tried running her hands along his back and fondling his arse, but she wouldn’t put any feeling into it.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” she said and for a moment, he was afraid that she was going to say that she couldn’t go through with it. “I just don’t know what to do. I’ve never been with a bloke before, only girls.”

“Just—I can’t believe I’m saying this—just pretend I’m a girl. Do what you’d do to a girl.” He shot a look over at Susan and gave her a wink. “Just don’t treat my cock like it’s a clit.”

Susan’s eyes went wide, then she buried her face in her hands.

“Was it that obvious?” she said, embarrassed.

He chuckled at her. “Only a little,” he said.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” she said. “I’ve never given a blow job before, but I’ve licked my share of pussy. I just went with what I knew.”

“It’s fine,” he said. “I can’t fault you for being inexperienced. You gave it your best at that means a lot.”

“You sucked his cock?” Hannah asked, sounding shocked. She looked from Susan’s face to Harry’s crotch as though trying to make the connection in her mind.

“Not very well, apparently,” she said.

Harry put his hand on Susan upper arm to comfort her. “It was fine,” he said again. He looked pointedly at Hannah. “From the sound of things, you’re not going to be sucking a lot of cock in future. I’m sure, Hannah’s happy with the way you satisfy her, and that’s all that matters.”

Susan’s and Hannah’s eyes met and whatever unspoken communication passed between them made Susan feel a lot better.

By this time, Gabby had managed to get Hannah to kick off her shoes and slip of her socks. She’d also managed to slide the girl’s knickers to the floor.

Harry pulled Hannah close to him, pressing her body up against his. When she felt his erection at her lower abdomen begging entry to her body, she became nervous again. When Harry felt her tense up, he decided that he really needed to get Hannah loosened up. He guided her over to a couple of desks and quickly rearranged them so that there were two desks next to each other for her to lay on and he could sit at a chair next to them. He helped her up onto the makeshift bed so that she was straddling the chair, then leaned her back, placing her feet on the edge of the desk. Harry quickly sat down in the chair and was faced by smooth, shiny, slick cunt.

“Well, we’re in a classroom,” he said cheekily, “so let the lesson begin.”

He reached up and used his thumbs to pull her pussy lips apart revealing the pink flesh that lay inside. His tongue found her wet opening and licked lightly. Hannah moaned. He drew his tongue up towards her clit and then danced around it, not touching it.

Susan and Gabby decided it was time to get them into the act, Gabby attending the reclining girl’s breasts with her hands, mouth and tongue and Susan, content with planting her lips on her girlfriend’s and kissing her as passionately as possible.

Harry dragged his tongue back down towards the base of Hannah’s cunt delighting in the slightly pungent taste of the fourth-year’s fluids.

Hannah’s clit, now fully erect, was quite large, the largest that Harry had yet seen. Large enough that he could easily slip it in between his lips and suck on it—which explained Susan’s treatment of his cock during her blow job—so that’s exactly what he did. It seemed to drive Hannah to new heights of ecstasy. She began gently thrusting her hips up to his face in what Harry thought was a very erotic slow, circular motion.

He stopped sucking and flicked the clit with his tongue once, twice, thrice before dragging his tongue back down through her folds where he extended it and began tongue fucking her. He slid one hand up and glided a finger around her clit occasionally slipping over the hardened bit of flesh. She was flowing rather freely now and Harry was eagerly lapping at her hole, drinking her juices. Hannah was on sensory overload being stimulated by three people at once. The thought of having Ginny there to work on whichever breast Gabby wasn’t flitted across his mind, but there was no way to contact her.

Hannah was moaning and writhing on the desks very near her climax. Harry slid his tongue back out of her hole, replacing it with two of his fingers, and glided it back up to her clit where he stopped licking and blew on it, then flicked it once more. Hannah came explosively on his thrusting fingers, arching her back more that he would have thought possible. She groaned loudly and Harry could feel her cunt spasming and her fluid leaking out, running down her bum and coating the desk beneath her. He took her clit back into his mouth and started sucking once more. Her orgasm, which had just started sliding off it’s peak, peaked yet again. She cried out as the sound was forced from her throat by her thrashing body. He held her down with his arms to keep her sliding off the desk.

As he sucked the throbbing bit of flesh in his mouth, he flicked it with his tongue, extending her orgasm even further. He began thrusting his fingers in and out of her grasping cunt as fast as he could. Hannah’s cry was so high pitched that her voice cracked and she gasped, thrusting her hips up into Harry’s face. Harry glanced up to see that Susan had moved from kissing Hannah—as evidenced by Hannah’s very vocal orgasm—and had taken Harry’s proposed spot for Ginny on the girl’s right breast while Gabby still suckled on the left.

Harry slipped his mouth of the girl’s clit and back down to the entrance to her cunt, sliding his fingers out and capturing it with his lips. His mouth was quickly inundated with her fluids. He thrust his tongue inside the girl and wiggled it around as randomly as he could while periodically swallowing.

Hannah peaked yet again, this time with a low, guttural grunt and clamped her legs closed on Harry’s head so tightly that it was almost painful. He continued swirling his tongue and swallowing her juices as it was now all he could do with his head trapped as it was.

Finally, her chain of orgasms slowly passed and she began to relax into a puddle of goo on the desks. When she released Harry’s head, nearly his entire face was glistening with the girl’s secretions. She was panting hard as though she’d been forced to run several miles without stopping and she didn’t seem to have the energy to do more than lay there, unmoving. She was sweaty, despite the coolness of the castle in mid-February and there were strands of her damp hair clinging to her forehead.

Susan and Gabby had stopped their ministrations and stood back watching the girl, Susan with love and lust and Gabby with pride and happiness.

“That was,” Hannah managed when she’d caught her breath enough to talk, “unbelievable.”

“I’ve never seen you come that hard,” said Susan.

“I never have,” her girlfriend responded. “But I—” she continued nervously as though afraid that Susan would be upset that she’d come harder with Harry than she ever had with her. In response, Susan kissed the girl fiercely.

“Just glad I could play my part,” she said.

Harry bent down and started cleaning the girl of her coating fluids.

“Ohhhh,” Hannah moaned. “Easy, Harry. I’m not sure I’m quite ready for any more.”

“Take your time,” Susan answered for him. “You’ve not had his cock inside you yet.”

“Inside?” Hannah asked, sounding startled.

“Well, you see,” Susan said with pretend seriousness, “that’s where it goes when you fuck.”

Hannah feigned slapping her girlfriend’s arm with an exhausted hand.

“Wench,” she said playfully.

“Tease,” Susan responded, equally playful.

“I’m not sure,” Hannah said carefully. “I’ve never given much thought to the physical act. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.”

“Don’t worry,” Susan comforted. “You may not be attracted to most blokes, but your body will know what to do when one is inside you.”

Harry continued lapping up the girl’s fluids. He had her nearly clean when she started getting wet again, apparently excited by the idea. He moved to take it directly from the source.

Susan moved to her lover’s ear and began speaking quietly to her, though still loud enough that Harry could make out what she was saying.

“Can you just imagine it, Han?” she asked huskily. “Having his cock inside you—slipping and sliding all the way up into your very centre?”

Hannah whimpered quietly and Harry caught a sudden rush of her fluids on his tongue.

“Feeling the head of his cock splitting your cunt lips apart and plunging into your slick vagina? Feeling every vein on it’s surface as it stimulates your most sensitive flesh, driving you higher and higher until you can’t keep from coming around him?”

Hannah moaned this time. She was definitely getting worked up from Susan’s little speech. Susan, never moving her mouth from beside her lover’s ear, reached over and began caressing the recumbent girl’s supple breast, kneading the pliant flesh, teasing the fat, erect nipple. Gabby was already doing something similar to the other breast using her fingers and her lips, tongue and teeth—biting and licking and rubbing and nibbling. Hannah arched her back, thrusting her chest into the touches of the two girls.

“Think about it, baby,” she said, “about him moving over you, those strong Quidditch arms holding you as he thrusts deep inside your hot—” She licked the rim of Hannah’s ear. “—slick—” She nibbled Hannah’s earlobe. “—cunt.”

“Oooooh,” Hanna moaned incoherently. She turned her head and managed to catch Susan’s lips in a kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance as though their very lives depended on the outcome. Hannah was moaning into Susan’s mouth. When they broke the kiss, Hannah bit Susan’s lower lip and pulled it out as she pulled away.

Since Hanna’s head was still turned to the side, Susan raised up over her to continue her teasing monologue. Hannah took the opportunity to capture one of Susan’s nipples in her mouth, making the redhead shudder and her voice falter a bit as she spoke.

“Think of him pounding into you, driving you to climax—” She shivered from Hannah’s attention to her nipple. “—after—” She licked Hannah’s ear, flicking her tongue as deep inside as she could get it. “—climax, until he finally can’t hold back any more and sprays your womb with his seed.” Hannah, apparently overcome by Susan’s words, moaned and bit the nipple in her mouth. Susan’s breath caught as she had a small orgasm from the sensation.

Hannah’s juices were flowing as much as they possibly could be. She was clearly turned on; it was now or never.

He removed his mouth from her dripping sex and straddled the chair between his legs. He took his cock in hand and began sliding it up and down the Hufflepuff’s pussy, coating his manhood in the slickness of her arousal. Her hips would twitch every time the head of his cock grazed her clit.

“Oh, he’s ready, Han,” said Susan, now that she’d recovered from her mini-climax. “He’s getting it all nice and slick in your lube.” Hannah turned her head and looked down her body at the black-haired boy standing between her legs. The look in her eyes clearly said that she couldn’t believe this was really happening but that she was obviously unwilling to make it stop. She was going to be fucked for the first time in her life.

“He’s going to fuck you, Hannah,” Susan said, now back to the original ear. “I know you don’t consider yourself a virgin, but you’ve never had cock inside you. A vibrator just isn’t the same thing.” Harry watched as Hannah, already flushed with lust and arousal, truly blushed at having such an intimate secret revealed to the boy she’d fantasized about. “And that dildo you have, as. . . very. . . nice as it is, just doesn’t compare to the real thing.” Hannah watched Harry for his reaction to what Susan was saying, but all he did was grin lasciviously at her.

He continued running his cock up and down her cleft, but he’d added an occasional push when he’d reach the bottom; not enough to enter her, but enough that he knew she could feel that he was just that close to taking her.

After a few more trips up and down her sex and two more nudges at the entrance to her cunt, he looked her in the eyes and asked, “Are you ready, Hannah?”

There was a bit of a stutter in her nod but it was a definite nod. She was a ready and willing as she would ever be.

Harry’s cock reached the entrance to her cunt and nudged one last time. This time however, he didn’t stop and retreat. This time he pushed gently and slowly but irrevocably inside her. She was so worked up and wet from all the attention being paid her, that he slid right in all the way, until he was buried to the hilt in her warm, grasping channel.

“He’s inside you, Han,” Susan said. “He’s fucking you.” Susan could apparently no longer keep up the commentary. It seemed she was so worked up herself that she simply had to participate. She latched her lips onto her lovers and kissed her fiercely. Then she moved down, trailing little kisses all along her jawline, neck, down her chest and joined Gabby in laving the girl’s nipples. Her hands however, were busy on her own body; one was stroking and tweaking her own nipples alternately and the other was plunging two fingers into her wet sex.

Harry was now slowly sliding in and out of Hannah, making sure that the girl could feel every one of his movements. Hannah was staring at the point where they were joined as if she couldn’t believe that she actually had a cock inside of her. There was wonder, amazement, arousal, lust and a bit of shock all mixed together on her beautiful face.

Harry revelled in the thought of fucking a lesbian who was willing to have no other cock but his. It was a heady thought, powerful and intoxicating. It may simply have been because of a long-standing crush—a childhood attraction lingering into adolescence—but it still managed to stroke his ego, and encouraged him to strive to make her first—and possibly only—time one that she would never forget and would look back upon fondly for the rest of her life.

He slid slowly in an out of her, feeling every ripple and undulation of her twitching cunt; delighting in the way it stimulated him, focusing every ounce of his being on his cock. Hannah’s eyes rolled back in their sockets and she lowered her head back to the desk with a silly grin on her face as she began to bring her hips up to meet his. Harry smiled; she was certainly enjoying it now. She’d managed to forget or ignore the fact that she was fucking a boy instead of a girl and had simply lost herself to the sensations.

Hannah brought her hands up and began running them down the backs of the female participants. She caressed Susan and Gabby equally as they both sought equally to help drive her into oblivious ecstasy. She found Gabby’s arse and one of Susan’s breasts, somehow managing to gently fondle her lovers large orb and firmly knead and squeeze the Veela’s cheek and not get them mixed up in her lust-addled brain. Susan shuddered in another small orgasm at her lover’s touch whilst Gabby left her breast and kissed the blond quite tenderly in thanks for the attention she was receiving from the girl.

Harry continued his movements, picking up the pace ever so slightly. Hannah was beginning to whimper into Gabby’s mouth. She licked Gabby’s lips and the younger girl opened her mouth willingly to admit the Hufflepuff’s questing tongue. Hannah removed her hand from the girls arse and brought it to the back of her head, pulling her in closer to deepen the kiss. Susan, apparently deciding that it looked like fun, left the breast she was attending and joined them in a long, sensual, three-way kiss.

Harry took up the slack and ran his hands over the girl’s abandoned tits, his fingers tracing circles around those fat, erect nipples. Hannah was pulling both girls closer to her—mashing cheeks, pressing lips, teasing tongues. Their hair formed a lovely drape of blond, red-blond and silvery-blond. Harry thought he’d never seen anything that looked quite so tantalizingly beautiful.

He, picked up the pace just a little more, still moving quite slowly and deliberately. Hannah was moaning now, approaching another orgasm and still, Harry’s unhurried rhythm drove her ever onward. She was beginning to writhe again, just a bit, but enough to let him know that she loved what was being done to her. He rotated his hips a bit so that, with each inward push, he came more in contact with her clit.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she said into the other girls’ mouths in time with his pumping. She was much closer now.

Susan broke her third of the kiss and again brought her lips to Hannah’s ear.

“You’re about to come, aren’t you, Han?” she asked, still finger fucking herself, though not as vigorous so that she could keep her voice steady. “You’re going to come all around his hard cock. You’re going to come with him inside you, filling you up.”

Hannah was writhing more and had definitely taken the dominant role in her continuing kiss with Gabby. She worked the young girl’s lips and tongue as though she needed to devour her, all the while grunting and moaning, clearly on the cusp of release.

“You’re going to come and milk his cock and he’s going to squirt his sperm inside you—fill your womb with it, till it drips out all over the floor and you’ll have to walk all the way back to the dorms with his spunk running down your legs. Everyone will smell it and know that you’ve had hard cock in your fanny.”

Hannah’s inner walls were twitching quite regularly now and she was awkwardly trying to throw her hips into his. He found her nipples and gave them a bit of a tweak, then slipped a hand down to her sex and grazed her distended clit. That was all it took.

She broke the kiss with Gabby as she threw her head back and came with a shuddering cry. It was guttural and primal. Her fluids rushed around his cock as he picked up his pace and began thrusting into her, trying to prolong her orgasm. Her cunt squeezed and grasped at him as he pounded into her. She was jerking her hips up to meet him, but seemed to be doing so only in time with her own pulsing orgasm.

“Oh, come for me, baby,” Susan said in the girl’s ear. Harry would have thought she would be oblivious but the extra stimulation of the redhead’s words seemed to intensify her climax.

Harry took her hips and drove into her forcefully, bending over the girl to make as much contact with her clit as he could with his pubic bone. Every few thrusts, the girl would cry out again and he would feel the spasming of the muscles surrounding his cock begin anew.

He was quickly nearing his own climax and began working toward that more than sustaining Hannah’s. He noticed Gabby was fingering herself, adding to the feeling of pleasure she was receiving from the Desmi. He, in turn, felt her pleasure trickling back to him and it pushed him ever closer.

“Come around his hard cock,” Susan said in her lover’s ear. “Bathe him in your delicious wetness.” Hannah cried out again and the contractions Harry felt redoubled. He could take no more.

With a grunt, he painted the inside of Hannah’s cunt with his seed as he came violently. He continued thrusting in time with the contractions of the muscles at the base of his cock.

“Oh, God, Suze,” said Hannah between grunts as her string of orgasms finally started to subside. “I can—feel it—inside. He’s coming—inside me!”

Next to Hannah, Gabby’s knees buckled as she came around her thrusting fingers, panting heavily. On Hannah’s other side, Susan managed to finger herself to another small orgasm as she watched everyone around her climax.

Finally, the pulsing of Harry’s cock in Hannah’s cunt slowed and stopped as his orgasm ended and he leaned over her, panting from the effort. She looked up at him with glazed eyes, basking in the afterglow for a moment before she seized him by the neck and pulled herself up for a very passionate thank you kiss. Then he straightened up and slid his softening cock from her.

Gabby, who had recovered quite quickly from her own orgasm, guided him to the next desk over, where she sat him down and started cleaning him once again, using the same method she’d used earlier. Harry watched in fascination as Susan kissed her way down Hannah’s body until she found the girls nether lips. Susan quickly planted herself in the same chair Harry had used. She used it for the same purpose as well, diving right in to Hannah’s leaking cunt, licking up the mixture of juices that flowed from her lover’s slit. Her eye’s widened at her first taste of semen.

“Wow, you taste good, Harry,” she said before returning to her self-appointed task.

“Thanks,” Harry replied, not knowing what else to say. He leaned back and placed his hand on Gabby’s head and lovingly ran his fingers through her hair as she cleaned him of Hannah’s secretions. She looked up at him as she worked diligently to clean her Master and smiled around his hardening cock.

After Susan had managed to clean Hannah fairly thoroughly, Hannah gently moved the redhead’s face away from her crotch.

“It’s a bit to much right now, love,” she said. Susan motioned for Hannah to budge over and climbed up beside her rather awkwardly. They really had to hold onto each other to keep themselves from accidentally pushing the other off the desks.

Harry, hard again, pulled Gabby up and brought his lips to hers. They kissed for several long moments. He could taste a bit of himself, a bit of Hannah and Gabby’s own sweet lips. He had been somewhat afraid that he would taste some of what Susan and he had done earlier, but he didn’t. Perhaps it was something in Veela nature that they never taste bad. Or perhaps it was because of her role in the Desmi. Whatever the reason, Harry wouldn’t question it.

He became aware of the fact that Susan and Hannah were whispering to each other. Susan would occasionally lift her head up and look at Harry. Each time she saw that he had noticed, she would drop her head again and whisper even more fervently in Hannah’s ear. Hannah never looked at Harry, but then, she was lying with her back to him and if she’d tried to turn her head around in her precarious position, she would likely have hit the floor before getting a look at him. Harry was fine with that, though, because it afforded him a brilliant view of Hannah’s very nice backside. Firm and round, it was an arse that any red-blooded male, and apparently, one female as well, could appreciate.

They were whispering quietly enough that he couldn’t make out what they were talking about, though Susan’s occasional glances up at him gave him a clue. Finally, he heard Susan say, “Are you sure?”

Hannah responded with a quiet, “I’m willing if you are.”

“Good,” Susan said and gave Hannah a little push. Hannah rolled back and, having no more surface to roll onto, dropped to the floor, landing in a heap with a shocked but amused scream.

“You. . .!” she said once she’d jumped to her feet and rounded on Susan.

“. . .love you,” Susan finished with a sly grin.

Hannah’s mock glare faded into a smile as she pulled the now standing Susan into an embrace. “I love you, too,” she said. “Wench.”

“Tease.” They kissed each other, then turned towards Harry and Gabby. Hannah immediately blushed to her roots and took a deep breath, closing her eyes and fighting to return her complexion to normal.

“Harry,” Susan said brightly. “We, er, um, have a question for you.”

“OK,” Harry said.

“You know how we both feel about you,” she continued. Harry nodded. Gabby, apparently deciding she was prescient in certain matters, was grinning ear to ear to Harry’s amused annoyance. “And you don’t seem to have any issues or hangups with regard to, er. . . casual sex. ” Harry caught up with Gabby. Hannah had finally gained control of her embarrassment. “We both really enjoyed what we did here today, and, well, we were wondering if, maybe, perhaps, we could possibly. . . do it again.” Harry allowed himself to smile.

“Well, I don’t know,” he said, obviously faking reluctance. “Two very hot girls want to have sex with me. I may have to think about it.”

“Harry,” Hannah whinged.

“Of course,” he said, smiling broadly now. “How could I turn you girls down?”

Hannah nudged Susan in the ribs with her elbow.

“Could we, er,” she hesitated a bit, “make it a recurring kind of thing? Not regular or anything and not a relationship—well, beyond friendship, of course—but just, whenever we feel like it? No strings?”

Harry thought about it for a few seconds.

“One condition,” he said. He had their total attention. “Always both of you. Never one at a time. That way there’s no jealousy, and no more misunderstandings like the one today.”

The girls looked at each other and then, as one, launched themselves into his arms. He hugged them both to him for as long as they wanted.

“We have a condition of our own,” Susan said into Harry’s neck after a few seconds. They pulled back and looked him in the eyes.

“And what would that be?” he asked.

Hannah fought a blush again and Susan shifted her gaze to Gabby.

“We’d like Gabrielle to teach us how to give proper blow jobs.”

Before Harry could say anything, Gabby, who was still grinning ear to ear, nodded very excitedly. Both girls smiled at her.

“Well,” Harry said cheekily. “It appears your request can be arranged.”

Gabby, eager to start teaching them, had Harry get up off the desk. He stood and leaned his bum up against it.

She knelt down in front of him and had the two girls do the same, one on either side.

“Merlin,” Harry said breathlessly. “You have no idea how many males in this castle would give anything to be in my place right now.”

“Hush you,” said Susan, playfully slapping his thigh.

“A blow job is not just sucking cock,” Gabby said professorially. “It’s a whole experience. There are several reasons you might want to do this; cleaning him off, getting him hard after an orgasm or just a long slow soothing suck that can relax him and even lull him to sleep. Anyone can do those. Cleaning him is just licking and sucking anywhere that needs it. Getting him hard is also pretty easy, especially with Harry, with his sex drive, just don’t hurt him and he’ll eventually get hard no matter what you do.”

“Hey!” Harry cried in indignation.

“It’s true,” she retorted with a smug expression.

“Yeah, all right,” he said.

She grinned at him. Hannah giggled a bit and Susan managed to suppress hers.

“The relaxing one is easy, too,” she continued. “Just find a position where you can lay on him with your head on his belly and keep his cock in your mouth. Don’t move your head, just suck gently. He finds it very relaxing.”

She took his flagging cock in her hand and stroked it a few times, returning some blood flow to it.

“But what you really want to know is the full blow job; brining him off with your mouth. First and foremost,” she said as she brought her lips near his hardening member, “is that it might be called oral sex, but you don’t just use one part of mouth, or even just your mouth. You use your lips, your tongue, the roof of your mouth, the back of your throat. You can even use your cheeks, teeth and throat with a bit of practice. You also need to remember that, while the head of the cock is the most sensitive part, the entire thing really needs attention, which often means using your hands to stimulate whatever part your mouth can’t reach. . .”

Gabby went on for a while, giving a brief overview of some techniques and covering some of the less crucial but still important aspects like keeping eye contact, stimulating the testicles and learning to gauge his reactions to what they were doing, all the while keeping him hard with the occasional stroke of her hand.

Soon enough, Harry found himself the object of a practical lesson in fellatio. Gabby lowered her mouth onto his cock, sliding her tongue around the sensitive underside. She moved her head back and forth, sliding up and down his cock, quickly brining him large amounts of pleasure. He quickly found it frustrating as she kept halting her ministrations to give the girls some bit of advice or instruction on what she was doing.

Eventually, Susan had another attempt at oral sex with him and this time, she was much improved, though quite tentative. She was willing to slide her mouth farther onto him than she was the first time, but she still kept forgetting to move her hand and Gabby had to keep reminding her.

Hannah on the other hand was much more enthusiastic than he had expected her to be. He reckoned that, since she’d just had a really nice sexual encounter with him, she wanted to show her gratitude. She dove on his cock the first time and shoved it to the back of her throat. She gagged on it and came up coughing. Susan was trying not to laugh at her girlfriend but soon the humour she saw in what had happened got the better of her and she snickered. Hannah tried to act hurt that she was being laughed at, but soon joined in herself before calming herself and giving Harry’s cock another go.

She at least could remember to keep her hand moving and was pretty good with her tongue as well, but she kept scraping him with her teeth just a little too much to be pleasurable and she kept backing off to apologise. He kept telling her it was OK, but she didn’t seem to believe him.

Before long, both girls had made improvement and Harry was drawing near to another orgasm. Susan was the one sucking him at the moment, remembering to stoke his shaft with her hand and sending wonderful sensations down his cock and up his spine with a combination of a swirling tongue and a gentle grazing with the roof of her mouth that she’d discovered came almost natural to her.

“He’s getting close,” Gabby said.

“Yeah, he looks like Susan looks right before she comes,” Hannah said cheekily.

Susan tried to glare at her girlfriend out of the corner of her eye, but with Harry’s cock in her mouth, it just made her look ridiculous and Hanna giggled at her.

“It’s not a requirement that you let him come in your mouth, but it will be better for him, pleasure-wise, if you do,” Gabby said. “Susan you know what he tastes like, Hannah, would you like to finish him off?”

Hannah seemed like she wanted to, but was having trouble getting past the idea of him spurting directly into her mouth. Perhaps it was because she wouldn’t know how it would taste. Whatever her reason, she simply said, “Not this time.” Harry nodded at her reassuringly so that she knew he wasn’t disappointed in her.

“Susan,” Gabby asked, “are you going to let him come in your mouth?”

Susan nodded while he was deep inside her mouth and the sensation made Harry’s roll back in his head. He could feel it welling up inside him, almost as if he could follow the trace of his sperm as it left his bollocks and made its way up the pathway to his cock. Susan continued to suck and swirl and graze and stroke. With a long drawn out moan that became a cry, he came, pumping his seed into her waiting mouth. She swallowed a couple of times as he kept spurting. When his orgasm subsided, she pulled of his cock and he caught a glimpse of quite a large amount of come still in her mouth. She pulled Hannah to her and pressed her lips to her lover’s. Their mouths opened and Susan transferred the load to her girlfriend. Hannah was surprised yet delighted. Harry’s eyebrows went up at the action and he caught Gabby’s eye. Apparently, she though it was just as sexy as he did.

Hannah’s and Susan’s kiss went on long after the shared semen was gone, then three of the quartet found their discarded clothes and dressed while talking about the future. They tried to nail down when their next rendezvous would be and where, but the couldn’t decide anything for sure. They were definitely all excited about it, though. Harry gave them both warm hugs and long kisses before they left.

As he and Gabby walked down the corridor afterwards, he remembered that he had been looking for slut so that she could show him her new pubic hair design and a though struck him.

“Gabby,” he asked. “Now that Ginny’s in a Desmi with me, she’ll have to be registered as well, won’t she?”

“Yes,” she responded. “Perhaps we should write to mother and let her know of your new ability and of your new slut. She might be able to register her the same way she did me.”

Deciding that was a good idea, they headed back to Gryffindor tower to write a letter. They then went to the owlery and sent Hedwig off. Neither knew how long it would take to get a response but Harry knew Hedwig would get the letter to it’s destination as quickly as possible.

Since both of them were hungry and it was nearly noon, they headed off to the Great Hall for lunch together.





And chapter 8 is in the bag. . . or on the internet. . . or something. Now, I know I wrote in the author’s notes for chapter 6 that I had plans for 3-4 more chapters, though at the time, I only had some vague ideas of what I wanted to have happen. Well, I really hate to disappoint all of you, but I sat down a couple nights ago and laid out the rest of the story, outlining the remaining chapters and I’m sad to say I only have eight more chapters planned after this one. So, if I stick to averaging 9000 words per chapter as I have, what started out as a short story likely will end up being over 140,000 words (that’s really long for those of you not good with numbers). I also plan to have this story finished before The Music Man opens on July 6th—there’s no real reason for this, I’ll likely have more time to write once performances start as they’ll be shorter than rehearsals, but it’s just my goal. So, there might be trouble in River City (with a capital “T” that rhymes with “P” that stands for pool) but at Hogwarts, there’s nothing but smut as far as the eye can see.



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