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Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter. This is just for fun.

Chapter 2:

“Well, that’s the last of them,” Harry mused as the owl took off in the direction of Hogsmeade.

“I’m sure everyone will agree,” Hermione comforted, squeezing his forearm. “You’ll see.”

Harry nodded hopefully as the two exited the Owlery. They had completed his letters to Luna, Parvati, Fleur, and Tonks, asking each of them to come to Hogwarts the next afternoon for an important meeting.

It had only been a couple hours since Hermione had helped Harry ‘relieve’ himself, and he was still in shock over the whole incident. He was even further shocked that he didn’t feel all that embarrassed in her presence now. It felt like a secret shared between the two of them.

“I suppose we should head to the Great Hall for dinner,” Harry said, looking at his watch.

“Sounds like a plan,” Hermione replied, glancing furtively at the slight bulge in the front of his robes. She realized that Harry hadn’t been exaggerating about his constant erection.

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After they finished dinner, Harry and Hermione strolled leisurely back to Gryffindor Tower. Aside from a first-year and two second-years, they were the only Gryffindors in the castle. As they gave the Fat Lady the password and stepped inside their common room, they were surprised to see Parvati Patil lying leisurely on the couch.

Parvati, seeing them enter, sat up and tossed a muggle fashion magazine onto the floor.

“Hello Harry; Hermione,” the beautiful Indian girl greeted them. “I was in Hogsmeade with Professor Trelawney when I got your owl. Thought I’d drop in to see what this important meeting tomorrow is all about.”

When Harry began blushing, seemingly at a loss for words, she raised a manicured eyebrow.

“Well, this must be interesting. What’s going on?”

Hermione took mercy on Harry and came to his rescue. “Well, er…Harry has a bit of a problem that we were hoping you could help him with….”

After seating themselves nervously, Harry and Hermione explained his new condition and what Madame Pomfrey had said about its seriousness. When they finished, Parvati’s mouth was hanging open.

“You have got to be joking; you’re just winding me up, right?”

“Well, no,” murmured Harry. “It’s the truth, unfortunately. I know it’s asking a lot. I’ll understand if you don’t want to, er, participate.”

Parvati looked between Harry and Hermione, waiting for one of them to crack a smile. When they didn’t, she burst out laughing.

“You’re bloody serious! Oh, sweet Merlin, this is hilarious. It’s like a headline for Witch Weekly, ‘Harry Potter Has Hogwarts Harem.’”

Harry coughed. “Erm, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about this, Parvati. I know you like to gossip, but this is not something I want in the papers.”

Despite her reputation as the Hogwarts gossip queen, Harry knew that Parvati was loyal and courageous when she needed to be. She demonstrated why she had been placed in Gryffindor during the final battle, even if she hadn’t been on the front lines.

Parvati held up a hand and smiled. “Don’t worry, Harry; I won’t breathe a word to anyone. I know how to keep secrets too.”

Harry sighed in relief. “Does that mean that you’ll, erm, help me out?”

Parvati grinned mischievously at him. “You bet your sweet arse I will, Harry Potter. I’ve been wanting to check out your goodies since fourth year. Who else is going to be in your little harem?”

Hermione bristled at the word ‘harem,’ but answered for Harry. “We sent letters to you, Luna, Auror Tonks, and Fleur Delacour. I’ll be helping too, of course.”

Parvati whistled appreciatively. “Quite a list, Harry. Are you sure this isn’t something you dreamt up to reward yourself for killing a Dark Lord?”

“I wouldn’t do something like that,” he said indignantly.

Parvati laughed at his outrage. “I know, I know; that’s why it’s so much fun to tease you.”

She looked between the two of them, shaking her head in wonderment at what she had just heard. “I think I’m going to stay in the castle tonight. This is the most interesting place in England right now.”

“Tipsy!” Parvati yelled, and a small brown house elf popped into the room.

“Yes, Miss Parvy? What can Tipsy be doing for you?”

“Tipsy, there’s an unopened bottle of raspberry schnapps in the back of Professor Trelawney’s liquor cabinet. Would you please bring the bottle and three glasses?”

Tipsy nodded obediently and popped away, while Harry and Hermione gaped at Parvati.

“What?” she demanded. “Sybill and I have become friends. She lets me use her personal house elf sometimes.”

“And her liquor?” Hermione inquired archly.

“Oh, trust me, she has plenty,” Parvati grinned.

When Tipsy returned with the bottle and glasses, Parvati poured everyone a round and then rubbed her hands together in anticipation.

“I thought you might be able to use some liquid courage, Harry, given how much you’re blushing. Now, tell me all about your little condition. I want details!”

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Two hours later, after several drinks apiece, Harry’s tongue had loosened considerably. The alcohol had soothed his nerves, and he was surprised and relieved that Parvati hadn’t been more difficult to convince.

The Hogwarts gossip queen was more interested in the details of the ritual and Harry’s condition than she was worried about sleeping with him. Parvati had always been a flirt, but Harry began to wonder just how experienced she was.

Relaxed now as the evening wound down, the trio sat casually in the common room, indulging Parvati’s curiosity. When she finally coaxed Harry into revealing just how much he needed to ‘relieve’ himself every day, she practically howled with laughter.

After she finally calmed down and wiped away her tears, Parvati looked between them shrewdly.

“You two have been practicing for the ritual, haven’t you?”

“What?!” Hermione screeched. “No! We just…I mean, no!”

Harry repeated her claim, but Parvati noticed that they were both blushing again.

“Right,” she said, smirking at them. “So why are you both acting so strange?”

Harry gave Hermione an alarmed look, but she too seemed at a loss for words. “We, er…well, that is, Hermione and I…”

“It was just a handjob,” Hermione interjected suddenly, glaring at Parvati. The schnapps had overridden her reserve and demanded that she put a stop to Parvati’s insinuations. “Are you satisfied?”

Parvati squealed again in delight and nearly slid out of her chair. “Oh…oh, merciful Merlin….Hermione Granger just said ‘handjob’—I think I’m going to have a heart attack,” she gasped, patting her chest. “This is the most fun I’ve had in ages.”

She continued snickering, then grinned at Hermione. “Can I call you ‘Handjob Hermy’ now?”

“You most certainly may not,” Hermione said sharply, realizing belatedly that it had been a very bad mistake to let herself be provoked by Parvati’s teasing. She would never let this one go.

“Well, how was it, Harry? Did she do it right, at least?” Parvati chuckled.

Harry coughed and cleared his throat, feeling trapped by the question. “It was, er, very nice,” he replied neutrally, glancing sideways at Hermione. He noticed that her face had become nearly scarlet. He took a nervous swig of his drink, wondering if an explosion was imminent.

Parvati continued to milk their embarrassment for everything she could, thoroughly enjoying teasing the two innocents in front of her.

“I’ll bet it was. Did you do the gentlemanly thing and return the favor?”

Harry choked on his drink, and Hermione had to pat him on the back to stop his sputtering.

“I didn’t ask him to ‘return the favor,’” Hermione said haughtily. “I was just curious about the process.”

“Hmph,” Parvati snorted. “Like you haven’t heard me and Lavender talking for years. You just wanted to check out his magic wand, didn’t you?”

“I did not,” Hermione replied indignantly, but Parvati gave her a disbelieving look. She had lived with Hermione for seven years, and knew when she wasn’t telling the whole truth.

Hermione glanced nervously at Harry, and couldn’t hide a small smile. “Okay, maybe just a little.”

“Ha! I knew it!” Parvati crowed, and Harry looked at Hermione in surprise.

She just shrugged and blushed, downing the rest of her drink.

Harry leaned back in his chair and sighed, shaking his head at the strangeness of the day. He still couldn’t believe he was having such an embarrassing conversation, and he was grateful that the alcohol was there to take the edge off.

His position in the chair accentuated the tent rising from his groin, and Parvati stared at it unashamedly.

“Soooooo, Harry,” she smiled, “Hermione has already gotten to see the beast in action. What say you give me a little sneak peek too?”

Harry crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ve been embarrassed enough already today, thank you very much.”

Parvati batted her eyelashes flirtatiously. “What have you got to be embarrassed about? Is it really small or something?”

“No! I mean, I don’t…Hermione didn’t think so!”

Parvati winked at Hermione, who was blushing again. “So what’s the problem then? I’ll be seeing it soon enough anyway.”

Harry looked between the two of them in exasperation, but Hermione did not come to his aid.

“I don’t see you volunteering to get naked,” he said defensively, not knowing what else to say.

“Oh, that’s a capital suggestion, Harry,” Parvati cooed. “I’m glad you thought of it. Fair is fair, after all.”

Parvati stood slowly and began unbuttoning the fashionable blue dress robe she was wearing. Harry’s jaw nearly hit the floor.

“What are you doing?!” Hermione hissed, looking back at the common room entrance. “We’re in the common room!”

“Right you are,” Parvati mused, putting a finger to her lips in thought. “I guess we’ll have to take this little game to Harry’s dorm room,” she smiled, gathering the bottle of schnapps in her hand and turning toward the stairs.

She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked at them over her shoulder. “Are you two coming or not?”

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When Harry and Hermione made it up the stairs to his room, they found Parvati sitting on his bed and grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Glad you made it,” she giggled, taking a liberal swig from the bottle. “This is going to be fun.”

Harry looked anxiously between the two girls, unsure what was supposed to happen next. Hermione wasn’t supplying him with any hints. Parvati took mercy on his confusion and got up from the bed.

“Liquid courage,” she said, handing the bottle first to Hermione and then to Harry. They both took hard swigs and grimaced as the drink went down.

“Alright, Harry, I’m the one who’s doing the teasing, so I should be the one to start. Hermione will get naked next, and then you can show off your basilisk. Why don’t you both have a seat?”

“I don’t know if I really—,” began Hermione weakly, but Parvati cut her off.

“Oh, ‘honestly,’ Hermione,” she scolded, mimicking her roommate’s favorite expression, “I’ve seen you naked hundreds of times, and don’t you think Harry deserves to after you wanked him off?”

“Well, er, I suppose that—,” Hermione said hesitantly, but Parvati interrupted her again.

“Exactly,” she said, pushing the both of them toward Harry’s bed.

Harry and Hermione sat nervously on the edge of his bed, incredulous at what was happening, but both secretly aroused by the game Parvati was insisting they play. Harry didn’t think she would take no for an answer. If he was going to have to shag her soon anyway, he supposed it didn’t really matter.

Parvati flicked her wand at a small wireless on Harry’s dresser, and a sappy love song blared from its speakers.

“That won’t do,” she frowned, and flicked her wand again. A slow song with strong percussion came on, and Parvati nodded. It sounded to Harry like a wizarding version of slow jazz.

She didn’t exactly dance to the music, but Parvati’s next movements seemed punctuated by the beat of the song. She slowly unbuttoned the elaborate fasteners on her tight-fitting blue robes, her hips swaying slightly as she did so. She shrugged her shoulders and the silk outfit fell lightly to the floor.

Underneath she was wearing only light-blue lace panties and a matching bra. Harry felt his arousal more keenly at the sight of her. Parvati’s dark skin, resembling coffee with a dash of cream, contrasted beautifully with the light pastel of her lingerie. She gave a slow twirl so Harry could see all of her, smirking seductively all the while.

She made eye contact with him as her hands reached behind her back to undo her bra. In a smooth motion it was released and then slid down her arms to the floor.

Harry stared at the sight of Parvati’s exposed breasts, the first he had ever seen outside of a magazine. They were larger than he would have guessed, with small brown areolae and hard nipples that were standing at attention.

“You like?”

“I like,” Harry nodded, nearly speechless with anticipation of her next move. He couldn’t believe how uninhibited she was. Hermione too, was staring intently at Parvati and squirming, knowing she would be next.

Parvati moved her hands slowly down her torso and rested them just below her hips. She slipped a finger underneath her panties on both sides and slowly lowered them, letting them fall to her feet when she released them.

Harry held his breath as he stared between Parvati’s legs. She stepped forward to give him a better view, and he drank in the sight of her clean-shaven labia. There was not a hair in sight. He could see two prominent lips, with the hood of her clit just peeking out, and he thought it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.

She stepped back and did another twirl, showing off her firm and shapely arse.

“Voila,” smiled Parvati. “What do you think?”

“I…wow,” Harry said eloquently, echoing Hermione from earlier in the day. “Just wow.”

“Thank you,” she smiled, then stepped to the side, near Harry. “I figured it was only fair, if I wanted to see your, er, condition. Your turn, Hermione, dear.”

Hermione winced at Parvati’s words and looked up at her curiously. “When did you shave? You’ve always been just as hairy as I am.”

Parvati shrugged. “Lavender discovered some new depilatory charms that we tried together. Apparently it’s all the rage to go bare in the muggle world. It does feel quite good, I’ll admit.”

Hermione swallowed thickly and turned to Harry. “I haven’t, er, done anything like that, and I don’t look as good as Parvati when I’m naked. Maybe I should just leave you two to, er, do whatever…” she said worriedly.

Harry did his best to reassure her. “Hermione, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do…and this isn’t a contest. Parvati’s beautiful, and so are you. Keep your clothes on if you want.”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, then she sighed and shook her head. “No, I suppose fair is fair. I’ve already seen all of you. I can’t believe I’m going to do this. Just…try not to expect too much, okay Harry?”

Hermione took another long pull from the bottle of schnapps and got slowly to her feet. She made no attempt to dance to the music coming from the wireless, wanting their attention to be removed from her as soon as possible.

She unbuttoned her standard black robes hurriedly and slid them to the floor. She was wearing a black t-shirt and green boxer shorts underneath her robes.

Harry looked closely at the shorts, on which there was a buzzing golden snitch.

“Hey! Those are mine!” he said in surprise, and Hermione gave him an embarrassed look.

“Er, yeah; I borrowed them last year. Sorry I didn’t tell you, but I thought it might be weird…”

Harry shrugged. “No worries. You wear boxers all the time?”

“Sometimes. They’re more comfortable than panties, and I like to sleep in them.”

Parvati looked between the two, still standing unashamedly naked next to Harry. “This night is just full of revelations, isn’t it?” she grinned.

Hermione stuck out her tongue at Parvati and took a deep breath. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing a flesh-colored bra beneath. Not meeting anyone’s eyes, she quickly undid a clasp in the front and slid the bra off her arms, covering her breasts with one arm.

“Hermione…” Parvati chided.

“Alright, alright,” Hermione whined, and let her arm fall, revealing to them a pair of small but perky breasts. Her nipples were larger than Parvati’s, and mostly pink, but didn’t stand out like Parvati’s pencil-erasers. They looked to Harry like they would be softer and puffier. It was clear from her paleness that Hermione had never done any sunbathing.

“They’re beautiful,” Harry said softly, meeting Hermione’s eyes. It occurred to him that any pair of breasts would strike him as stunning, but he wanted to encourage her.

“Thank you,” said Hermione meekly, sighing as she looked down at her boxers. “Right…well…right,” she said uncertainly, then slid the boxers to her ankles in one hurried motion.

She stood back up and closed her eyes, giving Harry and Parvati a look at her fully nude body.

She was heavier in the hips than Parvati, and her breasts were smaller, but her proportions were certainly more alluring than many Hogwarts boys would have expected. Harry marveled at the paleness of her exposed flesh and the unruly thatch of brown hair between her legs. He smiled internally, noting that Hermione was just as bushy below as she was above.

Hermione cleared her throat nervously as Harry continued to stare at her.

“Sorry,” Harry smiled. “You look fantastic, Hermione. Gorgeous. And don’t ever believe differently.”

She smiled wanly and moved to sit back down on the bed. “Thank you, Harry. Now, I believe you have something to show Parvati.”

Harry snorted at her and stood, moving away from the bed. Parvati sat down next to Hermione, a huge smile plastered on her face.

“The moment of truth, Harry,” she beamed. “Unleash that snake from its cage.”

With the alcohol in his system and his experience with Hermione earlier, Harry was far less nervous than he expected to be. He quickly removed his robes, not sparing the time to make any erotic gestures. He took off his t-shirt casually, and then stood before them in just his boxers.

“Here goes nothing,” he smiled, and dropped his boxers to his ankles and stepped out of them.

His erection sprang out eagerly, finally released from its confinement. Parvati laughed and clapped her hands as it bobbed and then pointed up at an angle.

“Yes!” she cried. “I’ve been wanting to see that monster for years now, Harry. I knew you’d be big. If you’ll allow me to settle a bet….” she said, turning and reaching for her wand.

“I already did that,” Hermione interrupted quietly.

“Oh?” Parvati turned back and smirked at her.

“6.4,” Hermione said, smiling.

“Hmmm, are you sure?” Parvati frowned, turning to examine Harry’s cock more closely. “It looks bigger to me; I suppose because it’s so thick. Looks like Hannah wins,” she sighed.

“Excuse me?” asked Harry in disbelief. “You had a betting pool going?”

Hermione grimaced and nodded, while Parvati smiled delightedly. “Of course we did, Harry. I think Hannah Abbott was the only one to guess 6.4 inches, so she’ll get all of the galleons.”

“But…what…” Harry stuttered, unable to formulate a response to this new information.

“Hermione?” he asked incredulously, and she smiled guiltily. He crossed his arms and huffed. “Well, what were your guesses then?”

“I guessed an even seven inches, and Hermione guessed, what was it, 5.2?” Parvati replied, grinning at Hermione.

Hermione blushed and looked at the floor.

“5.2, huh?” Harry repeated, looking at her crossly. “Thanks.”

“Sorry, Harry,” she murmured. “I just figured…well, you do have a small frame.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Well, thank Merlin I exceeded your expectations.”

Parvati laughed and clapped her hands again. “Oh, you two are too much. It’s a beautiful cock, Harry. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

After a moment’s silence, Parvati got to her feet and looked between Harry and Hermione, her Cheshire grin returning.

She turned and approached Harry, looking down at his manhood as it pointed up at her. “May I?” she asked innocently, and Harry’s heart started racing when he saw the devilish gleam in her dark eyes.

“Er, yeah,” he said hesitantly, not exactly sure what he was agreeing to. He glanced at Hermione, who was looking at Parvati with wide eyes.

Parvati gripped his penis lightly in both hands and Harry forgot to breathe again. She massaged him for a few seconds, admiring his length and girth, her thumb playing across his swollen head. Then she pushed down on the tip, smiling as it dropped and then sprang back into place.

“So Hermione gave you your first handjob this afternoon,” she said teasingly, looking Harry in the eyes. Her hands returned to his cock as she spoke.

“Uh huh,” Harry murmured, his attention focused entirely on what she was doing with her hands.

“And soon you’ll have to bed five different witches in the space of a few days. I think,” she said airily, “that you need a little more experience before we do the ritual. Wouldn’t you agree, Hermione?” she asked, her eyes dancing with merriment as she continued to look at Harry.

“Er, I’m not really sure that, er…I don’t know,” Hermione stuttered behind her.

Parvati grinned at her response, still staring into Harry’s eyes as she gently caressed his cock with both hands. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Lie back on the bed, Harry,” Parvati smiled, turning him around and forcefully pushing him on his back. His legs hung off the edge of the bed and his cock pointed in the air, his arousal almost painful as his magic begged for release.

“You’re going to like this, I promise,” she said, and leaned over the bed in between his legs, her long black hair brushing seductively against his hips.

“Hermione, watch what I do,” she ordered, and Hermione moved to get a better look at what was happening.

Harry gave her a questioning glance, and Hermione gave him a small smile and a shrug.

Parvati grinned impishly at Harry, then leaned down over his cock and licked the head playfully. She chuckled when it pulsed in response. Harry put his hands behind his head and looked down in wonder at what was happening between his legs.

He moaned when Parvati gripped him by the base and held his cock upright. She tickled his crown with her tongue for a few seconds, then slowly worked her way down his shaft, giving it light kisses as her tongue played along its length.

When she reached his balls, she kissed each one tenderly before gently taking one in her mouth, eliciting another soft moan from Harry. Parvati winked at Hermione, who sat on the edge of the bed, enthralled as she watched Parvati work.

She slowly moved back up his shaft, her tongue making his cock glisten as she went. When she was finished bathing him, she returned to his head and suckled it greedily, eliciting a gasp from Harry.

She smiled up at him, then took him fully in her mouth, wrapping her lips around his shaft like a warm glove. Harry breathed in sharply at the sensation. The combination of softness and wet warmth was unlike anything he had ever felt.

She gripped him tightly with her lips and bobbed for a few moments, the friction making Harry’s head swim. Then she slowly took more and more of him in, opening her lips wide to accommodate his girth. She took all but the last inch of him before she stopped and began humming lightly in the back of her throat.

“Oh Merlin,” Harry whimpered, twisting the bed sheets with his hands.

Parvati smiled internally as Harry’s cock throbbed in her mouth. He was obviously enjoying himself. She slowly released him, kissing his tip tenderly when she was finished. A small droplet of pre-cum settled on her upper lip, and she licked it away.

“Delicious,” she smiled at Harry, and returned to his cock. This time she sucked more urgently, taking in half his length while stroking the other half vigorously with her hand. Harry groaned in ecstasy.

Hermione watched closely, both enthralled and slightly appalled at what she was seeing. She didn’t consider Parvati’s actions dirty, exactly, but her youth had been sheltered enough that they made her a little nervous. The forbiddenness of what they were doing excited her. She was more aroused right now than she ever had been, and wondered if she was leaving a patch of wetness on Harry’s bedspread.

She saw Harry’s abdominal muscles begin to quiver, and was surprised when Parvati quickly withdrew her face.

“Ah, ah, Harry,” Parvati laughed, “we’re not done torturing you. You better just hold on to that load.”

Harry groaned in disappointment, and Parvati turned to Hermione and grinned at her. “Your turn.”

Hermione paled and looked up at Harry, who was now watching her intently, his hands supporting his head.

“You don’t have to, Hermione,” he said softly, his desire battling with his concern for her dear-in-headlights expression. “You can just watch.”

In his eyes she read clearly that whatever happened between them sexually, nothing would ever affect their closeness.

Hermione swallowed nervously and licked her lips. “No…I…I’ll try it. I’ve just never done anything like this before.”

She turned and got fully on the bed, sitting on her knees to the side of Harry. Parvati held his cock in her direction. “Just don’t bite,” she smiled.

Hermione smiled weakly and gripped the base of Harry’s cock where Parvati had been holding him. Harry watched her as she examined it from mere inches away. Finally she leaned forward and hesitantly licked his crown. Harry moaned his approval, and Hermione proceeded more confidently.

She took his head in her mouth, savoring the sensation as his cock throbbed against her tongue. She slowly went down, taking first one inch and then another, until Harry’s cock was against the back of her throat. She pulled back slowly, applying the same soft suction that she saw Parvati apply.

She pulled away to look at Harry, who returned her gaze with hunger in his eyes.

“Am I doing it right?”

“God yes,” Harry replied throatily, wanting more than anything in the world for her to continue. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, but he wanted this moment to be prolonged as much as humanly possible.

Hermione smirked at him and lowered her head again, sucking gently on his head as she stroked with her hand. She swirled her tongue around his crown and increased her pace, her grip tightening on the downstroke.

Parvati smiled as she watched Hermione devote herself to giving her best friend a blowjob. She didn’t consider herself promiscuous, but she knew that Harry and Hermione were babes in the woods compared to her. She lay down on the bed to watch Harry’s face as Hermione sucked him.

Hermione continued for several more strokes, and Harry’s breathing began to grow shallow. His cock tensed in her mouth, and she knew that he was close.

“I’m almost there,” Harry whispered, his eyes closed tightly in anticipation, and Hermione removed her mouth and leaned back to stroke his cock vigorously with her hand. A few hard strokes was all it took.

“Ugh,” Harry grunted as he shot a geyser of cum straight up into the air, where Hermione was pointing him. Five, then six times he shot, each one shooting straight up and arcing back on to his chest and abdomen. He didn’t even notice, as the release of his orgasm and his magic sent him into ecstasy.

Hermione continued stroking until the last of his ejaculate seeped slowly out of his cock, once again coating her hand.

Harry sighed deliriously and opened his eyes to discover the amused face of Parvati mere inches from his face.

“How was that?”

“Bloody awesome,” he smiled.

“Your face was something else,” she laughed. “I wish I had a camera.”

“I’m thankful you didn’t,” Harry replied dryly, looking down at the streaks of white decorating his chest. “Merlin, that made a mess.”

“Well, it’s not as messy if you swallow,” Parvati shrugged, “but I don’t think Hermione is quite ready for that yet.”

Hermione sat back on her ankles and smiled shyly at Harry. “Sorry, but I don’t think I could have swallowed all that. Was that, er, good?”

“That was bloody wonderful, Hermione. Thank you. Both of you.”

“I liked it too,” she said softly, blushing as both Harry and Parvati observed her. It stunned him that his relationship with her could become so sexually charged in so short a time.

“Where did you learn to do that?” Harry asked Parvati curiously, basking in post-orgasmic bliss.

Parvati, still leaning next to his face, gave him a sour look. “That is not a question you should ever ask a girl, Harry.”

“Right. Sorry,” he said, hoping he hadn’t inadvertently put a stop to a glorious evening.

“No harm done,” she smiled, sitting up and reaching for her wand. Harry was transfixed by the sway of her breasts as she moved, her nipples still poking outward as if in invitation.

He watched as she skillfully scourgified his chest and abdomen, and he wondered again just how much practice she had at this. When she was finished, she looked slyly at him.

“Time for you to repay the favor, Harry. Are you ready to learn some new skills?”

Harry chuckled. “I’m always ready to learn new skills,” he replied, hoisting himself up to sit on the edge of the bed. “What am I to be learning?”

“Hmmm, well, I should think that would be rather obvious,” Parvati mused, glancing sideways at Hermione. “Shall we start with me, and then you can perfect your technique with Hermione? Or maybe she would prefer to go first.”

Hermione spoke up hesitantly. “Er, I think I’ll just watch this time.”

Parvati snickered. “Oh, come on, Hermione. You’re among friends, and this is all for Harry’s benefit. It’s time to let the horny little bookworm out of her shell.”

Hermione blushed, but did not reply.

“Er, my technique?” Harry inquired, trying to prevent Parvati from badgering Hermione further.

“Technique, Harry,” repeated Parvati, who moved fully on to his bed and lay down comfortably, her head resting on his pillow. She patted the space next to her. “You need to know how to touch a girl if you’re going to satisfy her.”

Harry lay down next to her, his head next to hers as he propped himself up on his elbow. “Okay then,” he said earnestly. “What do I do?”

“You’ll figure it out,” she smirked. “Just go roving with your hands, and I’ll tell you what feels good.”

“Um, where should I sit?” Hermione asked uncertainly from the foot of the bed. “Do you need the whole bed?”

“Wherever you like, Hermione,” Parvati replied. “You might get the best view by standing next to the bed.”

Hermione got up and moved to Parvati’s side of the bed, standing as she looked down upon the reclining pair. Harry noticed that the underside of her pubic hair was slick with wetness, and the thought of making Hermione aroused excited him all over again. Parvati saw his cock twitch and smiled.

“Get to it, then, Mr. Boy-Who-Won.”

Harry obeyed, moving his left hand across her abdomen and taking in the warmth of her dark caramel skin. He moved one finger to her belly button and teased it playfully, earning a giggle, then moved slowly up to cup her right breast.

He was impressed by the soft firmness of it, never having felt a breast before. His fingers played across her nipple and Parvati bit her lip as he tweaked it. He rubbed his palm back and forth across it gently, and she moaned as he did so.

“Use your tongue,” she instructed him.

Harry, happy to oblige, leaned forward and took her hardened nipple in his mouth, suckling gently. He released it and then let his tongue play lightly around her areola, smiling at the sound she made in response.

He repeated his efforts on her left nipple, again earning sounds of approval from Parvati.

Growing bolder, Harry trailed soft kisses up toward her neck while his hand moved slowly down her torso, savoring the softness of her skin. When he reached her inner thigh, Parvati dutifully spread her legs to give him easy access.

She moaned as he gently cupped her sex in his hand. He was stunned at the heat radiating onto his fingers. He began stroking with his middle finger, unsure exactly where he should be focusing his attention, but hoping for the best. His upstroke brushed her clit, and Parvati exhaled sharply.

“Right there,” she whispered, and Harry turned his attention to the engorged flesh protruding slightly from her now-slick lips. She bucked slightly as he rubbed it gently with his thumb. While his thumb continued to play, his middle finger worked slowly lower, until he felt it slip suddenly inside her.

Parvati hissed and grabbed the back of Harry’s hair, pulling his face to hers. She kissed him fiercely, and he had no choice but to open his mouth and return the kiss. It was not his first, but it was filled with more urgency than he had experienced before.

He took a moment to process the wetness and heat that engulfed his finger as he stroked her. It was so unbelievably soft in there, and he finally understood what it meant to be ‘inside’ a girl, even if it was only with his finger.

Harry gently probed her silky walls before adding another finger. Parvati bucked her hips against him in encouragement.

“That’s the stuff, Harry,” she cooed, her eyes shut. “Stroke with your fingers, up and back, softly, like you’re motioning someone forward.”

She leaned into him as he did exactly that; he found that her walls clenched tightly around him when the tips of his fingers brushed a certain spot. She gave soft little pants when he did so.

He could smell her arousal now, a musky scent unlike any he had ever encountered, but something that made his cock throb in anticipation.

Over the next few minutes he developed a rhythm, softly rubbing her clit as he stroked her insides in a gentle ‘come hither’ motion. Her little moans were driving him wild, and he exulted in the feeling of control he had over her.

“That’s it, don’t stop,” she moaned, and Harry pressed his fingers deeper into her wetness. She began to writhe her hips in time with his strokes. He found it fascinating to watch her face as she abandoned herself to her body’s pleasure.

His breath escaped him when Parvati suddenly reached down and grabbed his still-erect cock with her left hand. It was an awkward angle, but she began stroking it feverishly.

“I’m almost there, don’t stop,” she whimpered, and Harry stroked ever more forcefully with his fingers. She was panting loudly now, and he was entranced by the look of almost pained ecstasy on her face. She pulled on his cock with abandon, unconsciously stroking him harder and harder. Harry felt his own orgasm slowly start to build again.

He moved slightly to give her hand better access, and she responded by gripping him even tighter and tugging as fast her hand could move. The tightness of her grip was so exquisite that Harry wasn’t sure he could stand it much longer.

He plunged his fingers deep within her, and she let out a strangled cry as he pushed her over the edge. Her body tensed, and Harry could feel the little tremors that ran through her.

“Unh, unh,” Parvati grunted softly, and Harry felt her walls clench around his fingers again and again. She panted quickly and stroked his cock as fast as she could, her frantic pace finally bringing him to the edge of another explosive orgasm.

He cried out involuntarily as he shot into her hip and over it, leaving two long white stripes across her belly. His release was just as forceful as it had been mere minutes ago. He shivered at the blissful release of his magic.

He sighed in pleasure as Parvati released his cock. He continued to stroke her pussy after her climax was complete, enjoying the damp heat that suffused the whole area.

“Holy fucking Merlin,” she groaned. “That’s good, Harry; you can stop.”

He pulled his sticky fingers from within her, in awe of what he had just experienced. He looked to Parvati to see her smiling at him, her forehead flecked with perspiration and a healthy glow surrounding her.

“You’re a bloody natural,” she beamed. “That was incredible.”

“Er, thanks,” grinned Harry, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having brought her to such an intense orgasm.

She smirked playfully at him and scooped up a trail of cum on her belly with her index finger. Harry goggled when she put the finger in her mouth and sucked it clean.

“Mmmmm,” she purred. “You made a mess.”

“You helped,” he chuckled.

Having completely forgotten about Hermione, they both looked over when they heard the sound of heavy breathing coming from the edge of the bed. Hermione was still standing there, and the lust on display in front of her had obviously overcome her inhibitions.

Her eyes were closed, and she was furiously teasing her clit between two fingers and breathing raggedly. Harry could see it peeking out from within her hairy folds, and he could see her wetness dripping down the inside of her thighs. Seeing Hermione in a position of such utter wantonness made something growl within him.

Parvati giggled at the sight, and Harry reached across to gently still Hermione’s working hand. Her eyes opened in surprise when she felt his touch, and she began blushing immediately.

“Oh…I…er…”

“I don’t want you to finish before I get a chance to help out,” Harry smiled, impressed with his own boldness.

Hermione returned his smile, then glared at Parvati. “Budge over. It’s my turn.”

Parvati cackled madly at Hermione’s words, thoroughly amused at seeing the bossy swot overpowered by lust. She hoisted herself off the bed to make room for Hermione and Harry.

Hermione threw herself on the bed, not even noticing the wet spot left behind by Harry’s recent climax. She spread her legs eagerly, and Harry could see her glistening sex underneath all of her moist curls. Her clitoris was swollen, calling out for his attention.

“Harry, please,” she pleaded, and his cock became rock hard again at seeing his best friend practically begging him to touch her.

Harry moved closer to her, but Parvati grabbed his arm and grinned at him. “The lesson’s not over yet, Harry. Let’s try something new.”

She pulled him to the end of the bed, so that he was facing Hermione’s spread legs.

“Tongue and fingers this time, Harry,” Parvati smiled, removing his wire-rimmed glasses from his face. “Be gentle with the tongue, and don’t bite.”

Harry nodded and stared between Hermione’s spread legs as if hypnotized. Her pubic hair was so soaked with wetness it looked black. He moved on to his knees, and noticed that Hermione was watching him with some apprehension.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

She nodded hesitantly. “Yes, I suppose; just be gentle, and…well, it’s really wet down there.”

“It’s about to get wetter,” Harry smiled and leaned forward to examine her pussy closely. He noticed the protruding outer lips, and gently spread them apart to reveal the hairless jewel beneath. Her inner lips were pink and coated with wetness, and her engorged clit was nearly throbbing.

Harry, mesmerized, leaned forward to gently tweak it with his tongue. Hermione moaned her approval above him, and he slowly worked his tongue up, down, and across the hardened nub, making her grab the bedspread roughly in both hands.

Her scent was strong at so close a range, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Harry thought it was the most intoxicating thing he’d ever encountered. He leaned forward and buried his nose in her bush, still giving her clit an unrelenting massage.

He reached his arms above him and gently cupped Hermione’s breasts as he continued licking her clit. Her nipples were indeed softer than Parvati’s, and they barely extended beyond her large pink areolae. Hermione whimpered as he softly kneaded her small breasts, her hands now running through his unruly hair.

After a few moments of attention to her breasts, Harry decided to up the ante. He removed his right hand and brought it between her legs, gently rubbing two fingers across her opening as he suckled her clit. He gently opened her and slid his index finger in, finding it immediately engulfed by a heat even more intense than Parvati’s.

“Oh,” Hermione exclaimed loudly, and grabbed the back of Harry’s hair, pushing his face further into her crotch.

Harry could hear Parvati laughing off to the side.

She was tighter than Parvati, and he was barely able to slide in a second finger. It was enough, though, to send Hermione into shudders.

“Merlin, that feels good,” she moaned, now grabbing handfuls of Harry’s hair with both hands as she gave in to her desire. A small part of her was astonished at herself for doing this in front of Parvati, but that part was shouted down easily by the sensations radiating throughout her body.

Harry stroked her walls the same way he had for Parvati, and it took only a few seconds for them to contract tightly around his fingers.

“Gah,” Hermione cried, wrapping her thighs tightly around Harry’s head as her throbbing pussy trapped his fingers within her. Her clit quivered beneath his tongue as he teased it.

She panted loudly above him, and Harry could feel more warmth and wetness surround his fingers, even coating his nose with her juices.

He continued licking as she rode out the throes of her orgasm, deliriously happy at seeing Hermione Granger lose control of herself.

“Oh my God,” she sighed contentedly, and released the death grip her thighs and hands had on Harry’s head. She looked down at him sheepishly, her face flushed and perspiration shining on her breasts.

“Good?” Harry smiled goofily up at her from between her legs, his face smeared amply with her juices.

Hermione beamed a full smile at him, the biggest he had ever seen her give. “That was bloody amazing. And you look ridiculous.”

Harry looked over at Parvati quizzically, and she laughed and made a circle with her finger around her mouth and nose.

Harry shrugged. Whatever he looked like, it was worth it. This had turned into the best evening of his life, and, for the first time, he was actually looking forward to the meeting with the other girls tomorrow. If they responded anything like Parvati had, he was in for quite a treat.

True, his life would be in danger if this ritual didn’t work, but sometimes it was good to be Harry Potter.

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NOTE: Thanks for the reviews! Hope you’re enjoying the smut. I went with Parvati instead of Padma because I thought she would be more brash and fun-loving, a nice contrast to Hermione.

A couple people have mentioned the similarity of my premise to Red Jacobson’s ‘Hogwarts Harem’ story. I haven’t read that story, so any similarities are unintentional and should be attributed to great minds thinking alike. :) If there’s overlap, I’m happy to concede that he was here first.

As for the ‘plot,’ this won’t be a long-winded adventure where Harry bags half the witches in Britain. Nor will there be much angst, darkness, or conflict. The complications that arise will be mostly humorous rather than angsty, as I wanted to write some smut that was fun instead of dark and edgy. After all Harry’s been through, he deserves some fun with a few hot and willing witches.

I chose the five girls that I did because they were very different from each other and would bring those differences into the bedroom. Never fear, though, I have a few special guest stars planned and I’m always happy to hear your ideas. I’ll try to update once a week from now on, but no guarantees.