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A/N: Hi. My name's Redolphus. I'm kind of new to the whole "adult-oriented writing scenario, and as such, I'm open to all forms of criticism, good or bad, so that I may better my written capabilities. This is my first short story. It's primarily smut, with some premise as to what's going on. I decided to do this so that I could work on my ability to portray clear images within the reader's mind, so please, if I've failed to do so, tell me, and help me work out what I could improve.

Edit: It's come to my attention that the premise does in fact sound absolutely ridiculous, and I admit that I didn't pay as much attention to it as I did the rest of the story. In the future, I'll try to remember to take all aspects of my written work into account.

With love,
Redolphus.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione are now 18 years of age. Hogwarts has just finished reconstruction; every tower, turret and dungeon restored to their formal glory. As such, the headmistress, Professor McGonagall, has invited every student and graduate of years before to join in a night of celebration. The trio, being reunited again after almost 8 months, decided to stay the night in the Gryffindor common room. They spend the hours reminiscing about old times, until Hermione brings up something that Harry and Ron had never heard about before...







The Gryffindor common room was quiet. The wind was softly tapping the glossy windows. The fireplace was silently cackling. Crookshanks had retreated to the girl's dormitory, undoubtedly to curl up in the brand new bed she had been bought earlier.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat together on the rug in front of the fireplace. They had spent the last few hours reminiscing about when they were once students. Although they had left Hogwarts a mere year ago, it seemed like ages since they had entered the common room and sat in the comfortable leather armchairs in front of the fireplace, studying for exams, completing homework, or creating a plan for their next adventure. Ron and Harry were in their dark red pajamas, Hermione in her casual nightdress.

"I still can't believe it's over," sighed Hermione. "Not one day goes by that I don't recall the times we spent together here. I'll never forget those days".

"Yeah, I know what you mean," said Ron, "but still, there are some things I'd rather forget".

"Oh really?" asked Hermione inquisitively. "Like what?"

Ron shot her a look of bewilderment. "Are you serious?! Let's start with year one, then. Um, let's see...ah, I know! We were attacked by a troll, almost strangled by a plant, forced to play a life-sized game of Wizard's Chess-"

"Alright, alright, I get your point, Ron," Hermione tersely replied. "Still, I really wish we could've been here for our 7th year. Just think of the things we could've learned."

"Please, Hermione," Ron said. "I guarantee that you've managed to memorize every book in the library by now. There's no point in going to school when you've become a walking, talking textbook."

Harry, Hermione, and Ron laughed. They continued to issue jokes and relive past events until they were all lying down on the carpet, cranium to cranium, staring at the ceiling. It was 2:30 in the morning; there was a chill issuing from a slight crevice in the window. After a brief moment of silence, Hermione spoke.

"Guys, can I ask you something?"

"Sure." said Ron "What is it?"

"Well, it...it's somewhat...personal, actually."

"All the more reason to tell us," Ron replied.

Hermione's voice got slightly quieter. Slight tinges of red were appearing on her cheeks. "Um, well...it's actually quite embarrassing, now that I think about it..."

"Hermione," Harry calmly replied, "We've practically known each other for our entire lives. I can guarantee you that whatever it is, Ron and I'll understand."

There were a few brief seconds of silence. Then, with a deep breath, Hermione replied "Do you know what sex is?"

It was like a jolt to their stomachs. Ron and Harry sat bolt upright and turned to Hermione, who was slowly clambering back to a seated position, and shot her curious looks.

"Sex?" Harry replied. "You mean like, whether a person's a man or a woman?"

"Not exactly," Hermione said, her eyes drifting to the patch of carpet on her right as she bit her lip. "I read about it in a book, you see. It's like when-"

"Oh! I've heard of that!" Ron interrupted. "Isn't that what they speak down in that Russian country?"

"I think you're thinking of 'Czech', Ron." Harry whispered. "That's not what she was asking."

Hermione gave them looks of slight annoyance. Upon noticing, Harry and Ron returned their attention to her.

"I meant the act of reproduction. Don't you two know how babies are made?"

Harry and Ron looked to each other, shrugged, then back to Hermione.

"No one ever told me how, to be honest." Harry said.

"I always assumed they came from thin air." Ron muttered.

"Oh my." gasped Hermione. "So you've never wondered what that...thing between your legs does? Aside from allow you to urinate, I mean."

"It can do other things?" Harry asked. "Like what?"

"Well, aside from acting as a conduit for urine to escape, it can also release a white, sticky substance called 'cum'."

"Cum? What's that for?" asked Ron, apparently shocked by this revelation.

"Well, I don't want to go into great detail, so I'll give you the basic idea. The male's cum enters the female, inhabits an internal egg, and gradually develops over time, eventually producing a baby. The act of carrying a baby in such a state is known as 'pregnancy'."

"Well, if that's the case, then how does the baby get out?" Harry asked.

"At the time of birth, which is usually 9 months after the cum enters the egg, the female releases the baby from her vagina, which is like a narrow crevice in between a woman's legs."

"Blimey," Ron said. "Do you have a vagina, Hermione?"

"Of course I do, Ron!" replied Hermione in her matter-of-factly tone.

"Wait, what's all this got to do with this 'sex' thing, then?" Harry asked.

"You see, Harry, sex is the process in which cum goes from the man to the woman. I've heard it's supposed to be quite a pleasurable experience, actually..."

After processing this information, Harry turned to Ron and raised his right eyebrow, who merely shrugged in reply. A few moments later, Harry spoke.

"Hermione," Harry said, "Why are you telling us all this?"

"Erm..." Hermione said shyly. Her cheeks blushed a livid shade of red. "Well, I was wondering if..."

"If?"

"...if I could have sex with you and Ron. For experimental purposes!" Hermione added.

Again, Harry and Ron looked to each other. They gave each other looks of utter bewilderment and confusion. After a few moments, however, Harry looked to Hermione and said, with a tone of uncertainty "Erm...sure, I guess. What about you, Ron?"
Ron turned to Hermione and said, "Uhh...ok."

"Oh, wonderful!" Hermione exclaimed. "Thank you two so much! You'll never regret it, I promise you!"

"So, how do we start, then?" Harry asked.

"Well, I suppose we could start with a hand job." Hermione replied

"...Ok? How's that go?"

"You two'll need to stand up"

Harry and Ron stood, parallel to eachother, and faced Hermione, who had gotten to her knees.

"Alright, I've got to take your pants of, so-"

"OI!" Ron said, jumping back as Hermione made for his pajama bottoms. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"We're having sex, Ron." Hermione said. "We can't have sex if your dick is in your pants."

"Dick? What's a dick? I've only got my legs, ankles, wand, and...other wand in there!"

"It's a slang term for your 'other wand' ok?! Now come over here."

Reluctantly, Ron came back to stand next to Harry. Hermione pulled off Ron's pants, then his underwear, revealing his semi-erect dick. She then did the same for Harry's.

"Oh my." Hermione said. "You two are rather big down here, aren't you?"

"Err, I guess...?" Harry said. "Hermione, what are you-"

At that moment, Hermione grasped both Harry and Ron's shafts, and began to gently stroke them. A strong sensation overwhelmed Harry. It was as if he were enveloped by a heat wave. Gradually, Hermione began to massage their dicks with greater intensity.

"How does this feel?" Hermione asked.

"I...I dunno." Harry replied.

"I think I might faint." Ron said.

"I've heard using your mouth is good for stimulation." Hermione said. "So..."

Without warning, Hermione wrapped her lips around Ron's dick and began to suck. Slowly, her mouth went deeper down his cock every time she went back, eventually reaching the point where she began to gag and sputter.

"Hermione!" Ron said. "Are you all right?!"

Hermione retracted her head from Ron's cock, that of which she had practically swallowed whole, and began to cough, saliva and semen dripping down her mouth.

"I'm fine, Ron, I'm fine." coughed Hermione. "How does it feel?"

"Incredible." Ron said

"Right. Ok then, your turn, Harry." Hermione said.

Harry had been watching, curious as to what Hermione was doing. During the time she had stopped stroking him, he felt the need to continue where she left off.

"Ok." Harry said, removing his hand from his dick.

Hermione placed her tender lips around his hardened cock and began to slowly suck it, revolving her tongue around it as she gradually went down until again, she met her choking point. However, this time, she didn't stop. Despite the semen and saliva leaking down from her mouth onto her clothes and all over Harry's dick, she continued to suck him with all she had. Her coughs and sputters seemed to arouse Harry; he couldn't explain it, nor could he stand it. Next to him, he noticed Ron had ventured slightly to the right, taking the responsibility of stroking himself to the sight before him.

Suddenly, Harry began to feel an immense amount of heat overcome him, followed by a strange sensation in his shaft.

"Hermione, back out, back out!"

Harry grasped Hermione by the hair and forcefully pulled her off his shaft, that which she was thoroughly enjoying. She coughed and sputtered worse than before, saliva and semen covering her entire chin, and as she did, Harry's cock let out an immense burst of sticky, white liquid. Harry held Hermione's head by the hair while aiming his dick at her. Almost instantly, her entire face, hair, and mouth were full of and covered in Harry's cum.

Her breathing was abnormally rapid, only to be matched by Harry's. She licked her cum-covered lips and ran her fingers through her semen-drenched hair, pulling out a sticky wad of cum.

"Wow." Hermione said as she played with the skeet. "I didn't think you'd let out this much, Harry."

Harry sat down, breathless. After a few seconds, a voice echoed from his right.

"Oi! Who's your boyfriend, Hermione? Me or him?" Ron said. "Are you gunna finish or what?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Ron. I just got a little over excited."

"Well, I think it's only fair you show me the same amount of excitement, don't you?"

Hermione gave him a rather seductive look, then prowled over to Ron, who was standing like a statue, cock in hand.

"Let's try to make this one quick, Ron. I want to try the next part."

"Next part? Blimey, ok."

Without warning, Hermione began to rapidly thrust her head backward and forward down Ron's dick, her tongue massaging it all the way through. The coughing and sputtering continued as semen and saliva trickled to the floor, while Harry's cum still leaked down her face. Then, all of a sudden, Ron grabbed Hermione by the back of the head and pulled her all the way down his cock.

"AHhhhhhh!" Ron grunted. He began pumping his cum straight down Hermione's throat while she coughed and coughed, lips still wrapped around his dick, her eyes tightly shut. Then, he released. Her head instantly recoiled back as she began to cough so loud that it echoed throughout the entire common room. Wads of cum spilled to the floor as she knelt, groping her stomach, facing towards the ground coughing.

"Ron!" coughed Hermione. "Yo...You c-c-could've k-killed me!"

"Sorry." Ron said. "Got a little overexcited."


Hermione was a mess. Cum had practically soaked her entire nightdress, stuck to her lips, covered various areas of her cheeks, chin, and forehead, and nestled in her hair. She was breathing rather heavily, still clutching her stomach and staring at the puddle of cum on the carpet.

"Tha...that..." gasped Hermione, "That was..."

"Bloody amazing." said Ron.

"Brilliant." said Harry.

"For you two, maybe! It's not so fun when you've got to be a cum-dumpster, you know!" she lashed back. She had finally managed to draw back enough breath to hold a somewhat steady, seated posture.

"Well, hey, Hermione, we're really sorry!" said Ron. "It's not like we know how this works! How are we supposed to pleasure you?!"

"Simple. You've got to fuck my cunt, Ron."

"...WHAT? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!"

"Oh, for Merlin's sake! You've got to put your "other wand" in my vagina!"

"...where's that?"

"Weren't you listening earlier?! I swear, you've got the attention span of a fairy. Here..."

Hermione shakily stood up. She removed her semen-sodden nightdress and tossed it aside, revealing her light-pink bra and panty. Somewhat reluctantly, she slipped off her bra and brought down her panties, leaving her in the bare nude. Her breasts were rather pronounced, yet somewhat petite. Her pussy was hidden by her attractive thighs, the insides of which were covered in a liquid that glistened under the firelight. She stood firmly, giving the impression she was dignified, yet couldn't hide the fact that she was shaking slightly.

"I've always wondered what you lot looked like beneath your clothes." Ron said. "What're those lumps on your chest called?"

"Breasts, Ron." Hermione sheepishly replied.

"Whoa. Can I touch them?"

"Not yet. You two haven't attempted to pleasure me at all so far."

"It's not like we didn't mean to!" Harry said. "We're all new to this, remember?"

Hermione took a deep breath, then exhaled.

"What do you want us to do, Hermione?"

"...I want you to take your dicks and put them in here."

She spread her legs slightly open so that her vagina was just barely visible, and placed her index and middle fingers on the lips of her cunt.

"Will it hurt?" asked Ron.

"It shouldn't." said Hermione.

"Oh, alright, let's be done with it then. Now, how do we do this?"

"Um, well, there are many positions in which you two can fuck me. I suppose we'll go with a simple 'doggy style' for now."

"Ok then. Show us how to do it."

Hermione got down on all fours, gesturing toward Harry and Ron to go around behind her.

"I'll go" said Ron.

Ron knelt behind Hermione, ready to insert his cock. Strangely enough, neither he nor Harry had felt the slightest bit of exhaustion, with the exception of right after their first go, nor had their shafts deteriorated in density. Slowly, Ron inserted his dick. Hermione's pussy was drenched in liquid. An inch or so in, she let out a slight moan.

"Ugghh."

"What is it?" Ron asked

"N-nothing. Jus-just go deeper."

Gradually, Ron pushed his cock down Hermione's tender pussy. At about 5 inches in, Hermione had begun to squeeze her eyes shut and bite her bottom lip. Ron, oblivious to this, continued to penetrate her. He was at 7 inches in when he asked, "Ok, now what?"

"You still haven't gone all the way!" Hermione said, looking back at Ron.

"I don't wanna go any farther in than I have too, Hermione!"

"Ron, there's no limit as to how far you can go. However, it might help if you pulled back every once and a while."

"Pull back? Alright..."

Ron had pulled his shaft back so that it was a mere 2 inches in.

"...and now?"

"Now you thrust and repeat."

Upon hearing this, Ron wholeheartedly pushed his dick 5 inches in. Hermione, taken by surprise, let out a sudden gasp, followed by a sort of grunt.

"That's it, Ron. Just like that."

Ron began to fuck Hermione vigorously. Slapping noises could be heard as his cock smacked against Hermione's puffy pussy, her tight ass jiggling with every collision. She sighed, moaned, and squealed as Ron fucked her with full force.

"Oh, it feels so good! Keep going, Ron! Please, fuck me harder and harder!"

Sweat trickled down Ron and Hermione's faces. Hot, white semen was leaking out of Hermione's reddened cunt, staining the carpet beneath her. Ron went faster and faster, causing Hermione to moan and wail to the point where tears ran down her face.

"Are you sure you're all right?"

"Oh, shut up and fuck me, Ron!"

Harry watched, masturbating to the scene. Upon spotting this, Hermione beckoned Harry to come closer. Harry walked to Hermione's face, and without warning, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down his cock. Her squeals and moans were muffled as he rapidly thrust his shaft inside and out of her wet mouth while Ron continued to pound her with full force.

"Hey, Harry, she's got two holes back here, y'know."

Upon hearing this, Hermione's face became full of shock. Her pussy tightened around Ron's shaft as she tried to free herself from Harry's grasp. Upon noticing, Harry let go.

"Pl-...Please...d-...don't...not...not there..." Hermione choked.

"But it's for 'experimental purposes!'" Ron replied, a tone of longing in his voice as he pulled out his shaft.

Hermione's face was again livid with liquid. Tears meandered down her cheeks. Semen and saliva again covered her chin. "Tha..that doesn't mean..." Hermione coughed.

"Oh, lighten up Hermione. Look at how much you enjoyed me fucking your pussy!"

"But...but how will you and...and Harry both fit?"

"Hmm...ah, I know. Hey, Harry, get below Hermione, will you?"

Hermione sat up, albeit reluctantly, as Harry made his way in front of her. He lay down on his back, spread-eagled, his cock standing like a pillar, as Hermione went back on all fours on top of him, her breasts dangling in his face.

"Ok, Harry. Can you fuck her from where you are?"

"Err, yeah, I think so..."

"Alright, then. Hermione, you may have to do some thrusting of your own."

"Whu...what...?"

"Now, Harry, when I say three, you and I insert our dicks, K?"

"Alright."

"One...two...three!"

Simultaneously, Ron and Harry penetrated Hermione. Her pussy was as tight as ever, her ass just the same.

"UGGGHHH!" Hermione moaned. Slowly, Harry and Ron began to thrust. Smacking noises filled the common room, fused with Hermione's loud sighs, moans, coughs, and pants. Again, she shut her eyes with extreme force, giving the impression that she was in a tight squeeze.

"You alright, Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Oh my god...keep going! Both of you, fuck me with full force!!"

Harry and Ron began to thrust with all their might and speed. Ron grasped Hermione's ass, firmly gripping it to the point where he left hand marks on it. Harry groped Hermione's tender breasts, squeezing and smacking them. She continued to let out wails of extreme pleasure. In response, Harry grasped her head and wrapped his lips around hers, their tongues swiveling around eachother.

"Oi! Don't snog my girlfriend, Harry!" bellowed Ron.

"Sorry. Still, I honestly can't see how you're concerned about that when we're both clearly doing something much mor-"

"SHUT UP AND FUCK ME!" Hermione exclaimed.

Harry and Ron thrust and thrust until Hermione began to lose her composure, resting upon Harry's chest as they pounded her.

"Uh-oh. I think it's going to happen again!" Ron said.

"Same here." Harry replied.

"Oh my God, YES! Please, both of you, cum inside me! Fill me with your hot semen!"

"Oh god, I'm about to...I'm about to-"

Without warning, Harry and Ron's shafts exploded inside Hermione. Cum shot out like water from a hose. "UGGGGGGGHHHHH!" Hermione moaned. At the point of climax, she had sat upright, her cum-covered hair flying back as she lifted her head toward the ceiling. Then, she collapsed, landing on Harry's chest. He and Ron were still pumping cum into her. With fear of overflowing, they pulled out, cumming all over her back, ass, and thighs. When they had finished, Hermione was covered in their white, hot cum. Harry got up from beneath her so she couldn't smother his semi-erect cock. As she lay cuddled sideways on the floor, cum leaked out of her ass and pussy, flowing down onto the carpet, which was now barely recognizable under all the stains. Her face was livid with red, covered in tears, sweat, and cum. Her breasts and ass were covered in red marks. She let out heavy breaths into the carpet, staring at the common room entrance open-mouthed. Some saliva began to leak out.

"Well...are you...are you happy now, Hermione?" panted Ron.

She turned to lay on her back and faced Ron, who was standing over her. She stared at him with a look of contentment in her eyes, then spread her legs open, passionately massaged her reddened pussy, and chuckled.

"That was amazing." she said. "You two were fantastic!"

"Heh, thanks."

"Yeah, thanks." Harry said.

"Where'd you learn to do that thing with your...what was it?" Ron asked

"Vagina. Cunt. Pussy. Any one of those." Hermione tersely replied.

"Yeah, yeah, that."

"I watched a few instructional Muggle videos during the summer... and I had myself a bit of practice."

"What?! You mean you did this with someone else?!"

"No, Ron. I did it with myself."

"Oh...right..." The thought of Hermione doing this with herself seemed entirely impossible to Harry and Ron, yet they hardly seemed to care. A few moments later, an unprecedented thought occurred to Ron.

"So, since Harry let his come out inside your vagina, does that mean you'll be carrying his babies?" Ron asked, shocked by what he might hear.

"Don't be silly, Ron. I took...precautions." She replied.

The three of them looked at each other, Hermione still gently rubbing her pussy, laying on her back, while Ron and Harry stood on opposite sides of her, everything below the waste exposed.

"God, look at this mess." Hermione said, glancing at the puddle of semen she'd regurgitated and the cum-sodden carpet. "Think we should've been a bit cleaner?"

"Nah, the house elves will clean it." Ron replied.

Hermione sighed, then slowly clambered up into a seated position. She turned to face Harry and Ron, sitting cross legged and slightly hunched. She reached for her semen-decorated nightdress and held it in front of her.

"Simply perfect. " she said sarcastically. "I just washed this thing, too."

She reached a hand inside the front pocket and pulled out her wand. Its magnificently chiseled vine wood apparently wasn't protected from the seeping liquids on her nightdress. It glistened with heavy traces of cum on it.

"This is just disgusting." Hermione said, revolving the wand in her hands, surveying its entire body. After a few revolutions, she waved it, muttered a few incantations, and in an instant, the cum that had once covered almost her entire being as well as the carpet, her nightdress, and her wand vanished.

"Took to learning those spells just in case something like this'd happen. I hadn't expected it, of course, but still."

It was now around 2:55 A.M. Hermione sat naked on the rug, facing Harry and Ron, who were still without trousers.

"Not to be a killjoy or anything, but don't you think we should put our cloths back on?" Harry asked.

"Just a moment, Harry. I want to feel the warmth of the fire place on my skin for a few more minutes." Hermione replied, slowly and soothingly retracting backwards so that her chest and stomach stretched as she gazed at the ceiling smiling.

"What's gotten into you, Hermione?" Ron playfully snorted.

"Nothing, nothing. I just feel...relaxed, that's all."

"Right, right. Say, what time is it, you reckon?"

"'bout 3 or so, I expect" Harry said.

"Bloody hell! 3?! Is the reconstruction anniversary still going on downstairs?"

"Yeah. They said it'll be all night, Ron."

"Wanna go down there? I'll bet they've still got some leftovers!"

"That doesn't sound like a good idea, Ron."

"Why not?!"

"Let's see, um...one, I'm trouser-less, two, YOU'RE trouser-less, three, Hermione's completely naked, four, people will be wondering where we've been all night, and five, I'm bushed, and frankly, Hermione is, too." Harry pointed to Hermione, who had fallen asleep on the carpet. She lay in a fetal position, her legs and arms comfortably curled close to her. Her chest slowly rose and fell as she let out quaint, calm breaths.

"Aw, what the...? We can't just leave her here looking like this!" Ron said.

"I know, I know, I know." Harry replied as he pulled up his pajamas. "Here, put on your pants, will you?"

"Should we wake her up?" Ron asked as he tugged the waste-line string on his pajamas.

"No, I reckon she deserves some sleep after...whatever just happened."

"Well we can't bring her to her dormitory! It's impossible for boys to get in!"

"Yeah, and we can't bring her up to ours, either. It isn't necessarily customary for a girl to sleep in the boys' dormitory..."

"...shall we sleep out here then?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, good idea. I'll conjure up some blankets while you get her dressed, alright?"

"Err...okay..."

Harry muttered some incantations and 3 warm, poufy, comfy blankets appeared. Ron, meanwhile, was trying to figure out how to get Hermione's bra on her.

"Is it like this?" Ron asked himself, observing the rather uncomfortable looking position of the bra.

"Here, let me try" Harry replied, readjusting Hermione's bra so that it comfortably placed itself over her perky breasts while Ron pulled up her panties. After dressing her in her nightdress, Harry covered her in a blanket while Ron tucked her in. After whispering good-night, Harry and Ron moved to opposite sides of Hermione and got under their own blankets. Stale sweat had stuck to their faces, making the warm common room rather uncomfortable. This, along with the fact that their heads were buzzing with questions, made it difficult to sleep. "What just happened?" "Where did she learn to do this?" "Why did she want to do it?" "Was it really for an experimental purpose?" "Why'd it feel so good?" "How did we do the things we did?"

As the wonderings began to subside and Ron had drifted into his usual evening snore, a single question lingered in Harry's mind: "When can we do it again?"