Exhibition is a Right: Chapter 8 Early Release (Patreon)

Statements are taken, Hogwarts letters arrive and Ginny wishes to reward Harry for his recent endeavors...

Responsibility and Rewards

All individuals depicted are over the age of 18. All Role play within this chapter is consensual. 

An acrid smell was the first sign to Harry that he was coming to. It was of burnt wood, the smoke thick in the air. He could feel the rough ground beneath him, soft in places but mostly dirt and stone. His head, however, felt well supported. Something warm and soft beneath it.

As he opened his eyes, he was forced to blink as his eye adjusted to numerous light sources dotted around him. All were magical in nature, based on the fact that it was clearly still night.

Voices were audible, but too far away to make out distinctly. As he looked around he realised his vision was blurry. “Have I hit my head too hard?” He felt a hand hold his head steady and prevent him from getting up immediately. “Non, you must rest.”

Looking up at the source of the soft voice, he saw a cascade of silvery blonde hair framing a round face, though he could not see much detail. “Fleur?”

A soft giggle met his ears, “Not quite, Monsieur”. His vision then cleared as his glasses were placed delicately upon his face. This meant he could now see that above him was not Fleur, but Gabrielle.

He realised that he was currently laying with his head on her lap, as she gently ran her hand through his hair. “Er…hi. Thanks for looking after me.” Gabrielle smiled, and Harry had to clamp down on his occlumens to avoid being affected by her allure. “Why is that so much harder to resist than the others? She's only smiling damn it….”

“You are velcome. Zanks for saving us.” Harry felt like he could nod off here, he was very tired after all. But the sound of raised voices drew his attention. 

“Yes, that man is dead. ‘e tried to kill us! So did all ze others that got away, ones you are not ‘unting instead of bothering us!” raising his head to look in the direction of the shouting, he was treated to the sight of Isabelle verbally tearing into Barty Crouch Senior, currently flanked by a few Aurora.

He was frowning severely at both her and Fleur, but his replies were too quiet to hear. They were clearly not making the girls any happier, however.

He tried to concentrate on the conversation, but he was somewhat distracted by the view the girls were providing. They were no longer on fire, which meant their lack of clothing was readily apparent.

Isabelle, clearly more used to controlling her fire, still had small flames burning upon her breasts and bottom. Fleur had no such ability, but still somehow had her underwear intact. Most likely due to enchantments placed upon them.

“Zey ‘ave been arguing for almost ‘alf and ‘our now” Gabrielle told him. Sighing, Harry moved to get up. He ignored the wave of fatigue he felt, as well as Gabrielle’s attempt to make him stay put.

He moved to approach the group, putting his hands into his pockets. “Everything ok girls?” They both turned, before smiling in relief. Fleur just nodded, while Isabelle moved forwards and enveloped him in a hug. As before, her flames did not burn him.

“‘Arry, it is good to see you up” she said into his shoulder. He tentatively returned the hug before looking over her shoulder at Crouch.

His moustache bristled slightly. “Yes, it is. Now you will be able to tell us what happened. If you would be so kind as to submit yourself for questioning.”

At his gesture, the two Aurors at his side raised their wands at Harry. He had to physically stop himself from mirroring the gesture. Isabelle growled and released her hug, turning around and standing between him and them. “Still with zis nonsense? Ve ‘ave already told you ‘e protected us from zem!”

“And you expect me to believe that a barely of age Wizard was able to stop eight full grown men as well as Fiend Fyre? No…I think there is something you are not telling us.” 

As tensions rose, and Isabelle looked ready to fight on his behalf, a new voice cut across the clearing. “And it is no longer your responsibility to find these things out, is it Bartemius.” Turning around, Harry saw Amelia Bones stride into the clearing, flanked by a couple of Aurors of her own.

Just a couple of steps behind was Arthur, alongside Ron, Hermione and Ginny. The three were quick to approach Harry, with Ginny wrapping her arms around his middle. 

“You worried us! Just how did you get separated and end up in this mess?” Hermione asked, before joining Ginny in giving him a hug. Ron shook his head with a wry smile, “You know the moment there's a chance for trouble, Harry will find it. I won't hug ya mate, hope you don't mind.”

Harry just laughed, hooking an arm around each of the girls. Over Ron's shoulder, he saw Fleur and Gabrielle looking at the girls with a look of mild jealousy, while Isabelle just looked amused by the exchange.

Amelia had marched up to Crouch by now, coming to stand between them. A withering look to the two Aurors at his side had them lowering their wands with a sheepish expression. Crouch still had a look of disdain, however.

“I am merely doing my duty. As head of the Department of Games and Sports, It is imperative we know what happened at such a prestigious event.” Amelia huffed and crossed her arms. “That may be, but you will be informed after the official investigation. Rufus is investigating the area as we speak.

Crouch nodded tightly. “You cannot ignore that these…individuals were at the scene of the crime. We have dead people here, Amelia.” Harry saw the Veela bristle at the way he said that. Amelia just rolled her eyes.

“You mean to tell me that you believe a barely of age Wizard, the Boy-who-lived no less, cast that?” She gestured to the sky, where the dark mark continued to float, its snake shaped tongue winding longer and longer.

Crouch paused. Clearly, even he realized that was a stretch. Before either could argue further however, Rufus strode into the clearing. “Madam Bones, we have found something.” Amelia nodded to him to continue.

“We have found no trace of any Wizards in that clearing…but we did find a house elf.” Here, Rufus looked Bartemius dead in the eye. “Yours, specifically.” Barty furrowed his brows. “What of it? My elf will always be somewhere near me, should I need to call it.”

Amelia simply raised an eyebrow at Rufus, gesturing to him to continue. “It matters, because it was holding this…” Rufus then held up a thin piece of wood, clearly a wand. 

“Wait…that's mine!” The group turned towards the voice. It was Ginny! She looked like she wanted to sorely run up and grab the wand, but the attention of so many individuals stalked her.

Rufus stared at her. “Then that is an issue, for you see…” he then raised his own wand towards the end of Ginny's. “Prior Incantatum” as he said this, a small dark mark shape floated in front of its tip.”

Crouch huffed. “See? I told you they were involved somehow.” Amelia scowled his way. “Again, not your place to say. And the Weasley girl was not even here when the girls and Mr. Potter was attacked.”

Crouch nodded sharply. “Fine. I will leave it to the…professionals. Have a nice day.” He then turned sharply to leave. As he did, Rufus coughed “We will need to question your elf, you understand?” Looking over his shoulder, Crouch simply said “Do as you will, it will not be my elf come morning.” He then marched out of the clearing.

Amelia sighed. “Keep an eye on him…set an Auror guard. He's not leaving the country.” Rufus nodded before barking orders to nearby Aurors. Amelia approached the group.

“I am sorry about this, Arthur. We will need to take statements, as well as keep…Ginevra, I believe? Ginevra’s wand as evidence, for at least a time.”

Ginny looked less than happy by that prospect, but nodded regardless. Arthur placed an arm around her shoulders. “Of course, whatever we can do to help, Amelia.”

Amelia smiled, before looking at Ginny. “Just how did your wand end up in the possession of that house elf?” Ginny shrugged. “I don't know, I noticed it was missing when we were fleeing to the woods when the attack happened. Could have been any time before that…wait! That elf was in the top box. I had to walk past them to get to my seat…maybe it took it then?”

“More like Crouch Junior did…somehow. But why Ginny's wand this time?” Harry thought. Amelia looked contemplative. “Perhaps…we will just have to find out” She then turned towards Harry. He felt the need to straighten slightly under her gaze.

“You are incredibly lucky. Few people escape Fiend Fyre unscathed. While I am sure there is more to the story, I will not press you. I am simply happy you were able to save these girls. The Delacours, in particular.”

“As am I” came a strong voice from behind them. Turning around, a well dressed man with a neatly groomed moustache and walking cane came into the clearing. “Papa!” both Fleur and Gabrielle exclaimed, rushing towards him. He greeted them in a warm hug.”

“Oh girls, it iz good to see you unharmed” He said, holding them close and kissing Gabrielle on the top of the head. He then looked over to Isabelle, “You too, my dear.” Isabelle smiled, “‘ello uncle.”

Separating from his daughters, he pulled his wand from within his cane, waving it and conjuring clothing upon both Isabelle and Fleur. Fleur nodded gratefully, but Isabelle almost seemed disappointed.

“We were saved by ‘arry, Papa” Gabrielle said, gesturing to where Harry stood with his friends. He looked his way, and approached him with a hand outstretched “Then my family is in your debt, monsieur. I am Sebastian Delacour. Should you need anything from us, simply ask.”

Harry smiled shyly, accepting his offered handshake. “It is quite alright, sir. I did not do so for any reward. Besides, your girls saved my hide just as much as I helped them.” Sebastian looked to the girls, seeing Gabrielle blush and Isabelle give a sharp grin his way. “Of that, I am sure.”

He then turned towards Amelia. “Madam Bones. A pleasure, though I would ‘ave ‘oped we would meet under better circumstances.” Amelia gave a tired smile, “Indeed, I am most apologetic about this. I do hope it will not tarnish the relationship we have with our French counterparts, Ambassador Delacour.”

Sebastian waves away her concern. “Not at all. Your response was swift, and the supposed death eaters disbanded before harm could come to most. These people…” he says, looking at the burnt corpse that was being covered up by one Auror, “are another matter. One I'm far too familiar with. Girls, I believe it is time we went home. I would not hear the end of it from your Mother's otherwise.”

The girls all nodded, but before they left, Isabelle strode towards Harry. With little warning, she grabbed him and pulled him into a searing kiss, surprising him as her tongue ran a quick circle around his mouth. When she separated, she winked at him, “See you soon, hotshot. I look forward to it.”

As she stepped back, Fleur approached more tentatively. “Thank you again, monsieur” before she darted in and gave him a quicker peck to the cheek. She then turned and walked away to an amused looking Sebastian. She pulled a protesting Gabrielle behind her, “but I want to kiss him in thanks! Bye bye, monsieur!” she waved as the group left.

Harry waved blankly, still recovering from the surprise snog. Looking around, he saw the pouting face of Ginny, as well as the exasperated Hermione and smirking Ron. “Some blokes get all the luck, honestly” he grumbled, but Harry noted there didn't seem to be any true jealousy there. “Thank God.”

He looked at Ginny with a sheepish smile. “Sorry…didn't think they would do that.” Ginny sighed, “Not upset you kissed them. I'm more upset I didn't get the chance to myself, they were HOT. I assume they were the ones you had fun with?”

Harry gave a so-so gesture. “One of them. Not the other two.” Before Ginny could get him to elaborate, Arthur approached them. “Ginny dear, they are ready to take your statement. Then yours after, Harry.” The two exchanged a glance, before stepping towards the awaiting Aurors 

“This will be fun…not.”

A few days later saw Harry sat at the Burrow, enjoying breakfast with Ron. Hermione had already eaten and disappeared to “catch up on some reading”, and Ginny had yet to make an appearance.

The statements had taken an hour before they were finally allowed to leave. Upon returning, and receiving the mother hen treatment in full from Molly, it was almost day break on the next day. Needless to say, they spent the majority of the next day relaxing and recovering.

Harry was currently reading that morning's Daily Prophet. The front page was dominated by a picture of the Dark Mark, with the title “Sympathisers or a Poor Joke?” emblazoned across the front. Passing over the page three spread of numerous Ireland fan girls wearing nothing but those pasties sold at the event, Harry proceeded to read the article.

Overall, it had very little about the Fiend Fyre in the woods, mostly touching on the campsite attack itself. “Huh, Amelia must have pulled some strings.” After they left Amelia had contacted Arthur, clearing himself and Ginny of all charges, as well as returning Ginny’s wand.

She hadn't said much, but had said that preliminary investigations of the bodies at the scene had proven them to be part of a known poaching circle, thus lending credence to their account.

Harry sniffed at the drivel in the article, talking about the fast response of the Auror’s, despite the fact that they did not catch any of the perpetrators. Taking a sip of tea, Harry turned the page and glanced at the next article, before promptly spitting his tea out.

Ron grimaced, before pulling his plate of food away from the spluttering Harry. “Say it, don't spray it mate.” Harry just placed the paper down flat, showing Ron the page. Ron nearly spat out his own mouthful in response.

There, over a photo showing Krum looking as dour as ever, was the title “Krum avoids Conviction.” “What the fuck? What did he even do? They can't blame him for the dark mark, surely?”

Harry scanned the article, before shaking his head. “Not as far as I can tell. Seems he and some others had an altercation with some of the attackers. While he helped defend some of the mascots, one of the attackers was killed. Seems Krum is taking the blame.”

Ron shook his head. “Mental. They can't blame him for fighting back though, I guess. Like you, huh?” Harry nodded absently, really glad that he hadn't had his name reported in such a way. “Guess Krum is more in the spotlight, given it was the world cup.” 

Reading further, he frowned near the bottom. “Says the guy died from severe burns and abdominal trauma…that sounds more like what a Veela would do, wouldn't you say?”

Ron nodded, “Yeah, makes sense. Probably more of those poacher guys. Targeted a different group of mascots, and bit off more than they could chew. But why blame Krum then?” Harry shrugged, “maybe he took the blame intentionally. Maybe the Veela that did it was a friend of his.”

Ron just waggled his eyebrows, “friend you say?” Harry just snorted and chucked his newspaper at him. Ginny walked in at this point. Harry noted that she was dressed far more conservatively than he had seen recently, wearing a long coat that covered the majority of her.

“Mornin’” she said with a slight yawn, sitting next to Harry and grabbing some toast. The two returned her greeting, but before they could update Ginny on what they had read in the papers, a commotion by the window drew their attention.

There, several owls were vying for position to try to enter the room. There were two Tawny, one Scops and finally, Hedwig. After a brief tussle, Hedwig won and came to a stop just in front of his plate, puffing her chest out proudly while glaring at the other owls.

Harry reached forwards, offering Hedwig some bacon with one hand while taking the letter with the other. “Hogwarts letters are here, then” he said, recognising the neat writing upon the envelope.

The other owls eventually managed to get inside. One Tawny landed in front of Ron, this one carrying a larger bundle of letters. The other Tawny looked around, deemed its recipient to not be there, before dropping its letter and flying off. Harry glanced at it to see it was addressed to Hermione.

The last owl, the Scops, landed in front of Harry as well, dutifully ignoring the glare Hedwig was still giving it. Harry frowned, reaching forwards to take the letter from the owl. It had his name in a handwriting that he did not recognise.

Before he could open it, a soft “bloody hell” drew his attention back to Ron. Looking over, he saw that he had now retrieved the letters, leaving those for Percy and the twins on the side and passing Ginny hers. What had caused the exclamation, however, was the small red pin that tumbled out of his own letter.

Ginny burst out laughing. “They made you a prefect? Guess that means no more late nights with Fay then, huh?” Ron blushed and shoved Ginny away. “Shut up! I thought for sure that Harry would be getting it.”

Harry was confused. “Isn't this a whole year early? Though…I suppose being older might mean earlier prefect responsibilities.” Shaking off his visible confusion to keep up appearances, Harry opened his own Hogwarts letter.

Inside was the usual welcome letter, shopping list…and a pin badge of his own! “Quidditch captain? But what about Angelina?” Looking over, Ron grinned. “Guess they thought you'd be better, mate!” Harry frowned, unsure if he agreed with that or not. Angelina was a great player, and a decent captain in his fifth year.

He was roused from his thoughts when Ginny hugged him from behind. “Congrats! I knew you'd make captain at some point!” She then leaned down closer to his ear, whispering with a warm breath “I think you deserve a reward, don't you? Captain~. Just give me ten minutes, and meet me in my room.” 

Harry's eyes widened as Ginny walked away, her hips swinging. She looked over her shoulder, giggled, then left. Harry watched the door blankly for a moment, before Ron knocked him out of it by asking “what's in the other letter, mate?”

Harry shrugged, before opening it up and retrieving three pieces of parchment within. With a smile, he replied. “Looks like Mr. Delacour wanted to thank me officially” he said, as he scanned the letter that once more thanked him for saving his family. Now that he had gotten the full story, he was “most impressed by his chivalry and inventive use of the Patronus Charm.”

Ron made an “ah” sound, before returning his attention to his breakfast. Harry looked at the second letter to see it was from Fleur, once again thanking him and saying she would see him soon, she was sure. “If I didn't already know about the Triwizard tournament, that would confuse the hell out of me…”

The final letter was from Gabrielle, though calling it a letter was generous. It consisted of a single line, “The kiss you missed out on, my saviour.” Below this, was a lipstick mark of a kiss, one that would occasionally animate in a kissing motion.

Passing his hand over the mark, the animation triggered and the sound of a wet kiss rang out. Harry even felt it upon his finger tip! Pulling his hand away, he saw that a small amount of lipstick was now upon it.

Glancing at Ron and seeing he hadn't noticed, he casually slipped the letters into his pocket. “Well mate, enjoy your breakfast. Think I'm gonna go change and take a walk.” Ron waved him off, still engrossed in his second plate of breakfast.

Harry headed towards the stairs…but not for his walk. “Let's see what Ginny has in store, shall we”

Reaching her room, he had barely knocked before the door had opened. Ginny beamed at him, and gestured for him to enter. “Come in. Let me just ensure our privacy”

Harry entered and wandered over to the middle of the room. He glanced at the bed Hermione was using, surprised to find it empty, given that she was meant to be reading up here. The mess it was still in suggested she had only recently left, however.

Ginny, having just finished locking the door and casting a silencing charm, followed his gaze before giggling. “Sorry, no audience this time. Hermione has gone to read in the orchard. Give us some space, you know…”

Ginny then strutted towards him, gently pushing him back towards her bed and causing him to sit down involuntarily when the back of his knees hit the mattress.

Ginny then backed up and stood back in the middle of the room. “I think you deserve a reward. You saved those Veela and became the Quidditch captain. Did you know the captain can assign detentions too?” Harry did know that, but he decided to play dumb and shake his head.

Ginny smiled, then grabbed the front of her coat. “Well, I've been bad, captain…I think you should punish me~” she then opened the coat and slipped it from her shoulders.

Harry's mouth went dry as he took in what Ginny was wearing beneath. Calling it a Hogwarts uniform was far too generous, but that was clearly what it was based on.

Ginny had on a tiny pleated grey skirt, little more than ten inches in length. This meant he could clearly see the top of her white stockings and garter belt. Her top was a tight button up shirt…but rather than do them up, it was instead tied in a knot in the middle of her bust. This showed off her breasts to amazing effect, and left her midriff bare. She then had a short tie in Gryffindor colours that sat within her cleavage.

Combined with the twin ponytail hairstyle she was currently sporting, Ginny looked every bit the part of a girl in need of punishment. “Well, captain? What do I need to do to make up for it? I promise I'll be a good girl!”

Harry blinked, before recovering with a sharp grin. “Well, if that's how she wants to play it, who am I to stop her.” 

“What else would a naughty girl need to correct their behaviour…I'm assigning you spanks. Ten per cheek.” Ginny flushed. It seemed she liked that idea. Still, she played up her part for a little longer. “Oh no, anything but spanks! Can't I choke on your cock instead captain? Please?” Harry liked the sound of that…still, appearances had to be kept.

“That may be required too, depending on if I think you are actually sorry or not. First, your spanks” he said, before patting his lap. Ginny almost broke character when she smiled, before she managed to turn it into a pout instead. She sauntered over, before she then laid herself across his lap.

Harry ran his hand up her calf, slowly approaching her skirt. As his hand ghosted over her thighs, he felt her chest heave as her breathing came more rapidly in excitement. 

When he reached the hem of her skirt, he flicked his wrist to flip it up and over her bum. He was then treated to the sight of a completely bare, perfectly sculpted bottom.

“Tut tut, Ginny. Would a good girl not wear any panties to her own detention?” Ginny moaned as he brought his hand up and rubbed a circle over one of her cheeks. “They would if they want to be ready to be fucked at all times, sir” she replied with a giggle.

The giggle turned into a sharp gasp when his hand raised and came down in his first spank. The crack that rang out as his hand met flesh was satisfying.

“For your cheek, that one's extra. Ten spanks each, start counting…” he then raised it and brought it down with equal force on the opposite cheek. “Ahn…one.”

He repeated the gesture, over and over again. He kept the spanks firm, but not enough to truly hurt. Still, by the time he reached his seventh pair, Ginny's bum was starting to redden from the smacks. Ginny continued to count, even as she started to shudder in arousal.

As his hand came down in the ninth spank, Ginny failed to count it. Instead, she closed her eyes and shuddered harder, moaning quietly. As she did, Harry felt a trickle of liquid run down his trousers.

“...did you just cum from being spanked, Ginny?” He asked in surprise. Ginny nodded, her breathing calming down again. “...love it. So much better when someone else does it.” Harry chuckled, before smacking her two times in quick succession, earning another gasp and moan from her.

He then gently rubbed her red bottom, before getting an idea. “Looks like you will need more punishment…but first, let's soothe that bottom shall we?” Ginny looked back at him curiously, as he reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a specific sheet of parchment.

Without giving Ginny a chance to see what it was, he turned it over and placed it directly onto her nearest cheek. Ginny's eyes widened as a wet kiss sound rang out, before she tried to look over her shoulder at her own ass. “What was that? It felt…really nice.”

Removing the parchment, Harry was satisfied to see that there was a noticeable lipstick mark left behind dead in the centre of her cheek. “Oh…just a gift from one of those Veela you mentioned” he said with a smirk, before placing it down on her other cheek.

The same occurred, and this time Ginny sighed in contentment. She then reached back and plucked the sheet from him to look at it herself. “Huh…fun. How'd she do that I wonder.”

She then gained a sultry grin, before getting up off of Harry's lap. Before he could protest she turned quickly and, holding the sheet up in front of her face, with the kiss mark facing outwards, she leaned forwards and kissed him herself.

Harry's eyes widened, before he closed them to enjoy the sensation. It was like nothing he'd ever felt. 

First, he could feel the kiss from the letter, soft and clearly leaving lipstick all over his face as the enchantment kept triggering. Second, he could feel Ginny kissing him through the sheet. It was dulled by the barrier, but he could still feel her lips as they smacked against his.

After a few minutes, however, the parchment gave up. Soaked through with their combined saliva, it disintegrated. This simply meant that Ginny could make direct contact with him, something she took advantage of as she deepened her kiss into a full makeout session. 

When the two finally came up for air, Ginny looked down into his lap almost forlornly. “That's a shame…” Harry also looked down to see the wet clump of parchment that once had been Gabrielle's letter. “Yeah…worth it though.” 

Harry then surprised Ginny by grabbing her and gently turning her around to bring her down onto the bed instead of him. That then left him kneeling on the floor between her legs, gazing along her body and up her skirt to the perfect slit that lay within.

Ginny giggled, looking down at him from where she lay. “And what will you do down there, captain?” Harry grinned, moving his hands up her thighs and gently spreading her legs wider. She did not resist. “I'm sure I'll find something to do…”

He leaned in, his breath tickling her skin and making her squirm. “I thought you were punishing me, sir?” Harry smiled, “why, what makes you think this isn't a punishment?” He then leaned in and licked a line along the inside of her thigh.

Just before he reached her core, he passed over and started to lick down the opposite thigh. Ginny sighed in both frustration and contentment. “You utter bastard,” she softly moaned. Harry just smirked and continued to tease her.

Over the next fifteen minutes, Harry licked, nipped and sucked her, bringing her right to the edge of an orgasm but backing off before she could actually do so.

By now, Ginny was flushed red, breathing heavily and soaked through with sweat. When she got close to her orgasm for the fifth time and Harry backed off again, Ginny almost screamed in frustration. “Fuck! I swear, if you stop one more time I'll ram a bat bogey hex so far up your nose you'll be coughing them out!”

Harry smirked around the labia he'd gone back to gently suckling. “I thought you didn't think this was punishment?” The look he got between her breasts, now far more visible due to the sweat making it see through, would have been scary if she was not also clearly smouldering with arousal.

At his amusement at her glare, she smiled and changed tactics. “Please, sir. Make this naughty slut cum…I'll be good~” Harry felt his cock twitch at the tone, along with the pleading look she started giving him.

It did not take long to bring her close to the edge again. Only this time she held his head with her hands and grasped tightly with her legs, clearly desperate for release and unwilling to allow him to back off again.

“Oh yes….so close…I'm gonna cum…” Sensing she was telling the truth, Harry moved to suck her clit directly, before using his Parseltongue trick once more. “How's thissss?”

Ginny screamed bloody murder, her back rising from the bed and her hips humping into his face. Harry felt wetness well in his mouth, which he eagerly swallowed and licked up. After a few more moments, Ginny slumped back down onto her bed bonelessly, catching her breath and looking blankly up at her ceiling.

Harry got up off the floor and sat on the bed next to her. He gently stroked her hair out of her eyes, and allowed her to recover. Her hand sought out his after a moment.

In this moment of calm, Harry swore he heard the bed creak. Looking down confused, he heard the sound again…from the other side of the room. Before he could comment on it, Ginny recovered.

“That…was the best damn orgasm I've ever had. We're doing that again. Just, not today. I might not survive.” She then sat back up and, in one swift motion, swung her leg over so she was now straddling him.

 “My turn!” she said, before grinding her hips against his obvious arousal. He moaned, placing his hands on her hips, though whether it was to speed her up or slow her down, he couldn't decide.

Ginny rose her hands and started to undo the knot in her top. “We're both wearing far too much, don't you think?” She said, before opening the top and releasing her breasts fully. 

Harry's eyes focused on the perfect globes, soft enough to bounce but firm enough not to sag. They were capped with light pink nipples. He swiftly pulled his shirt over his own head to join her, Ginny's eyes roving his chest just as his had hers.

Between them, they shuffled his pants down his hips and legs, leaving them bunched by his feet. His cock bounced out and came to rest between Ginny's ass cheeks. She moved up and down a little, allowing it to slide between them.

“Hmmm, you're just as big as I remember. Good job I'm so wet, huh?” she said with a wink. Harry just smirked, before using his grasp on her hips to help raise her up. She was quick to help, and before long, she was hovering over his length, her pussy dripping onto his tip.

She soon lowered herself, keen to get started. Big though he was, she was wet enough that he almost instantly slipped inside. Both he and Ginny moaned at the feeling.

After a moment, Ginny started to slowly bounce, with some assistance from Harry. The pace built, as did the pleasure. More and more of his length slowly disappeared, until nearly his entire length was buried.

Ginny was clearly struggling a little with the last inch or so, seemingly unable to make more progress. This did not stop her from trying.

The pair were now lying down on Ginny's bed, her laying on top of him and the two kissing each other deeply. The room was filled with the sound of wet schlucking from both their mouths and her pussy as it rode up and down.

 “Oh God…you're so deep. I'm gonna cum again.” Ginny moaned into his ear. Harry nodded “Me too…I'll need to pull out soon”

“Don't you dare! I've earned your load, haven't I, sir?” She said, fluttering her eyelashes at him. Seeing his pause and look of concern, she dropped the act. “Don't worry, I'm on a contraception rune. Mum made sure of it”

Harry, relieved by this knowledge, grabbed her hips firmly once more. “In that case, I believe it is time for your reward, miss Weasley.” Ginny had barely enough time to giggle before a moan was forced out of her as he picked up his thrusting pace.

 Soon he was going as fast as his hips would go, which was still not fast enough based on Ginny's words. “Yes! Fuck me, get it all in! Finish meEEEE!”

Her words were cut off in a small scream, and Harry felt her insides clench strongly around his member. He was so close to cumming himself by this point, that this was the final straw.

Pulling back, he rammed home one last time, finally sinking himself right to the balls. Balls which then proceeded to explode his load deep inside her.

Her pussy put up a valiant fight to retain his load, but after several large blasts, it gave up. As he finally finished cumming, his cum was flowing from between the two of them and forming a small pool on her sheets 

Neither party cared, as Ginny laid down onto his chest and basked in the afterglow. Harry brought his arms up to hug her close and rub small circles on her lower back.

As they laid there, Harry noticed that the room had not gone completely quiet. He could still hear the bed creaking, despite the fact they were not moving. As well as a wet sound that sounded suspiciously like a pussy being played with…

Ginny clearly noticed it too, but rather than being confused, she just chuckled. “Honestly Hermione. You were meant to stay hidden until the end…you just couldn't help yourself, could you?”

Harry's eyes widened as, over by Hermione's bed, a form shimmered, before the disillusionment that covered them slowly melted off…revealing Hermione.

She was sprawled out, wearing the same Gryffindor uniform that Ginny was. Her hands were hard at work, with one mauling her own breast while the other was working her middle fingers furiously into her sopping pussy.

“It’s not my fault…gasp...that it's so hard to keep concentrating…oooh~”...two spells while also cumming!” she panted, her hand starting to increase its pace.

Harry watched, enthralled as she tensed, before several clear blasts of squirt flew from between her legs, soaking her skirt and bedsheets. After a few moments, Ginny giggled again. 

“Have a good orgasm there, Hermione?” Hermioned looked over to them with heavy eyelids, which had deep purple eyeshadow, Harry noted. She smiled, before standing up and smoothing her clothing down.

“It was lovely Ginny. Thank you Harry.” Harry nodded, unsure how to respond to such appreciation. Hermione drew her wand (where the hell from? A holster?) before waving it and drying the sheets instantly.

She has not bothered to dry her own skirt, nor her stockings that now had a rivulet of her arousal making a path down her thigh. When his eyes returned to her face, he noticed her looking at him with a wry smile.

She then turned and headed towards the door with an obvious sway to her hips. “I'll be heading to the shower first, Ginny.”

The pair watched her leave, before Ginny looked back down at Harry. “Told you she was a voyeur.” Harry raised an eyebrow at Ginny. “Shouldn't I have a say in any viewers?”

Ginny frowned, then nodded. “Yes, you should. But I had thought Hermione was a safe bet, given our activities before the world cup.” Harry couldn't deny that logic. “You're right…I trust Hermione more than almost anyone. Still, ask next time you want an audience.”

Ginny gave him a ferocious grin. “So you mean you wouldn't mind others watching so long as I ask? Kinky.” Harry shook his head in exasperation, before flipping the two of them over so that he was on top of her, drawing a playful yelp from her.

“You really are a naughty girl…I think the punishment hasn't quite stuck, hmm?”

The “punishment” continued well into the afternoon. Hermione even had to make excuses to Molly when they did not appear for lunch.