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( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

Hogwarts Adventure 

Chapter 29

It was the end of the year, and Harry walked the darkened corridors, wondering when Voldemort would make his move. His mind ran through the possibilities and outcomes of what lay ahead. He’d spent the last few weeks laying the final pieces in place. He had, of course, kept all of this from Daphne and Hermione. He already knew that they would demand to be involved, and Harry wanted to keep them as far from danger as possible. Now all he had to do was wait for Professor Quirrell to make his move. Harry wondered if Dumbledore had even noticed the subtle rewrites to the wards. He doubted it. The Headmaster had grown fond of him, even a little complacent, and while Dumbledore’s manipulations had impressed Harry at first, they were now almost laughably transparent. Unfortunately for him, Harry wasn’t going to let Daphne anywhere near that corridor. 

But that night, as Harry returned from a particularly entertaining rendezvous with Penelope in the library’s restricted section, a sharp chime sounded in his mind. He stopped mid-step, and his eyes narrowed. He immediately identified the source. One of his tripwire wards had gone off. It wasn’t just any ward, either, but the one he’d carefully tuned to the forbidden corridor on the third floor.

“It’s showtime,” Harry muttered to himself and set off at a run. His footsteps were silent thanks to the Cushioning Charms he had enchanted to the bottom of his shoes. As he ran, he reviewed the plan. He always tried to stay two steps ahead. 

He slowed as he neared the third floor, and he caught his breath. The corridor was deserted and mostly silent. Harry pressed himself against the wall, muttered a quick Disillusionment Charm, and slid forward, silent and unseen. Then he heard the unmistakable bark and snarl of Fluffy. It was so loud he felt the vibrations through the stone floor. Then, there was a sudden hush.

Harry crept closer. The door to the forbidden room was ajar, and he peered inside. He saw Quirrell inside. His turban was askew as nervous sweat ran down his face. A harp magically floated beside him, and its strings plucked themselves with supernatural grace. Fluffy was already drifting into a fitful slumber. The three massive heads bobbed and swayed as they slowly lowered to the floor. Harry’s heart beat a little faster.

Quirrell advanced to the trapdoor in the floor with his wand at the ready. He began to murmur, and with a practiced flick of his wand, he started dismantling the magical locks keeping the trapdoor closed. Harry waited until the Professor had both hands on the trapdoor before raising his own wand and casting a firework spell through the open door. The effect was immediate. Blinding flashes of red and gold filled the small room, and a thunderous bang shook the walls. The harp’s music stuttered and died, and the final note hung in the air as Fluffy’s eyes snapped open. All three heads instantly focused on Quirrell. Harry pulled back, knowing what would come next.

Quirrell cried out in pain and covered his ears. Once the last firework exploded, Voldemort quietly hissed, “Quiet, you fool! If you ruin this, I’ll gut you from …” Voldemort’s voice suddenly stopped when a low, rumbling, menacing growl filled the room. Quirrell looked up and saw Fluffy’s three heads snarling at him. All he could do was whimper pathetically.

Inside, Quirrell screamed and tried to shield himself with his arms, but he was no match for Fluffy’s enormous heads, which snapped into action with terrifying speed. The first head clamped down on Quirrell’s torso, crushing ribs and rendering him instantly helpless. The second grabbed his right arm at the shoulder, and the third went for his left thigh. Flesh tore, and bone crunched with a wet, sickening sound. There was none of the neatness of a quick Avada Kedavra. This was violence at its most primal, and Harry watched as Quirrell was lifted off the ground and shaken like a rag doll.

For a moment, Harry saw something. It was like a shadow in Quirrell’s aura and a dark flicker behind his eyes. Then, as Fluffy’s jaws wrenched Quirrell’s body into three distinct, bloody pieces, the shadow detached itself. A vaporous, hissing wraith screamed in agony as it slammed through the nearest wall and vanished into the night.

Quirrell’s body tumbled to the floor in chunks, and the room was suddenly silent except for Fluffy’s deep, contented growl. The dog licked its chops, then immediately began to doze again, as if nothing had happened. Harry steadied his breathing and waited for the adrenaline to leave his system before looking deeper inside.

The carnage was impressive. Quirrell’s remains were scattered across the chamber, and Harry’s stomach turned at the sickening sight. Harry looked at the trapdoor, careful not to step into the room and wake Fluffy again. It was open, waiting for anyone brave or stupid enough to climb down. Harry was tempted to go for the stone, but the sound of feet loudly clacking on the corridor floor quickly brushed that aside. 

Harry quietly slipped away and ran down the corridor. He turned the corner and peeked back around it. Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Snape turned the corner and hurried straight for the door. Flitwick was the first to arrive. He looked into the room, turned green, and vomited all over the corridor floor. McGonagall looked in and covered her mouth. Snape was outwardly unaffected by the sight. Dumbledore merely stroked his beard while in deep thought. Having seen enough, Harry slipped away, unseen. 

Hogwarts Adventure

The Great Hall was decked out for the end-of-year feast. Candles bobbed overhead, and hundreds of voices buzzed with restless anticipation for the summer holiday. Harry focused on the two girls pressed tight against him. Hermione, on his right, kept glancing up at him with adoring eyes, while Daphne leaned into his shoulder and caressed his leg under the table.

Dumbledore stood from the head seat and waved for silence. His usual twinkle was a little more brittle in the aftermath of the Quirrell disaster. Harry felt a momentary pang of guilt for the headmaster. It looked like he had spent a long, sleepless night dealing with the mess Harry had made. Mostly, Harry was just relieved the year was ending without any more corpses or magical mishaps. He tuned out most of the speech, not really caring which House won the cup. Quirrell was obviously absent from the head table, and Dumbledore made no mention of it. His speech was shorter than usual, and with a clap of his hands, food filled all five tables. 

Hermione kept piling roast potatoes onto his plate, while Daphne added roast beef and extra-thick slices of bread. He raised an eyebrow at them. “If you keep this up, I’ll need an extra-large uniform next year,” he said, grinning.

Hermione flushed a bright, adorable red, while Daphne rolled her eyes. “You’d look good in anything. You’d look even better wearing nothing at all,” she teased. 

It was enough to set Hermione off giggling, and Harry found himself grinning wider as he slid an arm behind each of them. He rested his hands squarely on their hips. His hands dipped underneath their very short skirts, and he squeezed their soft flesh. Both girls’ eyes fluttered as he gently toyed with their smooth, supple skin. It didn’t take long before the scent of their wet pussies wafted up. “Harry …” Hermione gasped as his hand slid further around, and his fingers brushed against her silky smooth mound. “We’re supposed to be eating,” she mewled. 

“I suppose you’re right. We can celebrate the end of the year after the feast,” he said, removing his hands. The three happily ate while chatting about the upcoming summer. 

Hogwarts Adventure

Harry, Hermione, and Daphne claimed an empty compartment near the end of the train carriage, far from curious eyes and nosy prefects. Harry loaded their trunks into the overhead racks. Hermione slid the compartment door shut, but even before the wheels began to turn, Harry was shucking every last stitch of clothing, tossing each item onto the bench seat across from him. He settled back against the bench with his arms spread wide, unabashedly hard and already stroking himself.

“C’mon, girls,” he said in a teasing voice. “Let’s get comfortable, shall we?”

Daphne and Hermione exchanged shy glances, but the thrill in the air was infectious. Daphne was first to comply. She hiked up her pleated skirt, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her navy panties, and slid them down her smooth thighs. Hermione hesitated for a moment, chewing her lip as she cast a nervous glance at the window. Then she took a deep breath and mimicked Daphne’s movements. She peeled her plain cotton panties down her thighs and stepped out of them. Both girls were now completely bare beneath their skirts, and Harry’s grin grew wider.

“Take everything off,” he ordered.

Hermione blushed so deeply her neck and chest turned pink, but she obeyed and slowly unbuttoned her crisp white blouse. She shrugged it off her shoulders, baring her chest to him. Her breasts swelled with each breath, and her nipples were already crinkled and stiff. Hermione’s hands trembled as she reached for her skirt. She kept her knees pressed together, fighting the urge to hide herself from anyone peeking through the window. 

Daphne was a bit bolder. She carelessly stripped out of her blouse and tossed it onto Harry’s discarded clothes. She undid the catch of her skirt and let it slip down her hips, not bothering to hide her body from Harry or Hermione. Daphne’s breasts were perky and perfectly shaped. Her pale skin shimmered from the lotion she had put on earlier in the morning. Her slim waist flared into wide, womanly hips that Harry couldn’t wait to grab onto. Unlike Hermione, she kept her legs spread just enough to leave nothing to the imagination. Her mound was completely smooth and hairless, and her lips were already glistening with arousal.

Hermione finally shed her skirt. She folded it neatly before setting it on the other bench. Both girls removed their high heels, leaving them fully nude. She sat with her hands folded in her lap while her body trembled with excitement. Her cheeks were bright pink as she watched Harry stroke his magnificently long cock. 

Harry’s eyes lingered over both girls’ nude bodies. He ran a hand down Hermione’s bare thigh while stroking his cock slowly, enjoying the way both sets of eyes watched its every movement. “Now, come here,” Harry said, inviting them over.

Daphne immediately straddled Harry so her knees squeezed the bench on either side of his hips. She leaned forward, pressed her chest to his, and kissed him with a hunger that left no room for doubt. Hermione hesitated, then knelt on the bench beside them. She reached out with trembling fingers to run her hand down Harry’s thigh. Her touch was feather-light and hesitant, but as Harry’s hand found her waist and pulled her closer, she melted against him. Her soft tits pressed against his shoulder, and he could feel how hard her nipples were. 

Harry’s hands roamed freely, sliding over Daphne’s back to cup the curve of her ass. They then moved to Hermione’s body. He caressed her soft skin, and his fingers grazed her swollen clit, making her gasp. He greedily switched between them, and he heard the sharp intake of breath when he thumbed Hermione’s nipple. He heard the throaty moan Daphne made when he squeezed her hips. He loved the way both girls trembled when he teased his fingers between their thighs.

He pulled back a moment and just looked at them. Daphne’s flawless skin had goosebumped. Her nipples were stiff and jutting from her pale areolas, and her mouth was open in that look of complete surrender. Hermione’s full, pale breasts jiggled with every labored breath, and the areolas were wide, pink, and perfectly smooth. Her mound was completely smooth without even a trace of stubble, and the lips of her pussy were already shining wet. Both of them were lean from going up and down all those stairs. Their legs were toned and smooth, and their stomachs were flat and tight. Daphne's neck was exposed, and Harry bent and kissed it just to feel her shudder.

He pressed Hermione down onto the seat and spread her legs with both hands. He kissed the inside of her thigh and worked his way up until his mouth was on the slick, quivering folds of her pussy. He breathed in her womanly scent, which made his cock strain with need. She arched her back and whimpered, and both hands threaded into his hair. Daphne knelt beside them, and her lips brushed Hermione’s neck and shoulder. Then she turned and kissed Hermione full on the mouth while her fingers found Hermione’s nipple. Daphne squeezed and rolled the stiff bead until Hermione gasped and moaned into the kiss.

Harry’s mouth found Hermione’s clit. He flicked it with his tongue until her cries carried down the corridor. He slid two fingers into her and curled them against the spot that always made her legs shake. Daphne kept kissing, licking, and pinching, drawing every ounce of pleasure out of her until Hermione was writhing and bucking under both of them. When she came, it was with a helpless, high-pitched cry. Her nails dug into the seat, and her whole body went rigid. Daphne kissed her softly on the lips, and brushed the hair off her forehead.

“That … That f-felt really good,” Hermione stated through her heavy breathing. 

Harry turned Daphne onto her back. He spread her thighs wide, lifted her legs over his shoulders, and looked at the way her slick pink folds quivered. He leaned down and tasted her sweet pussy. He lapped at her delicate folds, and his tongue gathered every bit of wetness as his hands firmly gripped her hips so she couldn’t twist away. Daphne’s moans were lower and rougher than Hermione’s. She bit her lip and tried to keep them in, but he wouldn’t let her. He worked her clit in slow circles, then pushed two fingers into her. Her silky walls instantly clutched at his fingers and squeezed them for all it was worth. She was already close. Her hands clenched in his hair, and her chest rose and fell hard.

He kept up the pace until the moans became pleading whimpers. “Just a little more!” Daphne gasped as she thrust her clit harder into his mouth. Then her back arched off the seat, and her pussy clenched around his fingers. A gush of wetness spread across his tongue, but that didn’t deter him. He kept licking, sucking, and finger fucking her until she was trembling and gasping.

Daphne was still trembling, and her body shivered on the sticky vinyl bench when Harry finally pulled his mouth away. She tried to catch her breath, but every touch made her hips jerk. He grinned up at her as she tried to squeeze her legs together, and he gave her one last playful lick along her slit. “N-no more,” Daphne gasped shakily. “It’s too much, Harry. I need a minute …” She tried to twist away, but he held her by the thighs, grinning at her flushed face and the wild, glassy look in her eyes. Hermione watched the show with wide eyes. Her thighs were pressed tightly together, and her nipples were harder than they ever had been. 

Harry released Daphne and turned to Hermione. “It’s your turn,” he said. Hermione could hear the desire in his voice. 

Hermione’s mouth popped open. She barely had time to react before Harry spun her around and bent her over the seat, so her pale ass stuck up in the air. The sudden movement made her squeak and grab the edge of the bench with both hands. Harry ran his palm down her back and over her ass. Hermione trembled as he caressed her skin. His hand then dipped between her legs. He stroked her pussy with experienced fingers, spreading the slickness. He then teased her with the tip of his cock, dragging the fat head up and down her silky folds. Hermione twisted around for a second. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was open as Harry used her body. 

He pushed forward. The broad head parted her slick lips and slid inside, and she groaned deeply. Harry plunged in deeper and felt her clench tight around him. Her soft inner walls gripped him like a velvety vice. Hermione clung to the seat as he filled her up. When his bloated, cum-filled balls mashed into her engorged clit, she gasped, “Oh, god … You’re so big,” she said as her voice broke into a whimper.

He fucked her slowly, letting her adjust to his size. Hermione arched her back and shoved her ass up for more. Her loose curls bounced around her shoulders as Harry drove his hips forward. She was so hot, tight, and wet that Harry couldn’t help but grip her hips and pound harder, slamming into her. Each thrust produced a deliciously perverted wet squelch as her pussy swallowed him whole. Hermione’s moans grew louder, and so did Daphne’s, who reached out and stroked Hermione’s hair while touching herself. She wanted more even when she had begged him to stop.

Harry was about to lean forward and kiss the back of Hermione’s neck when the compartment door slid open with a loud thunk.

Padma and Parvati stood frozen in the doorway. Their eyes were wide, and their mouths hung open. They wore matching jumpers and plaid skirts, and their black hair was in identical loose braids. For a second, they just stared at the sight of Harry balls deep in Hermione’s sloppy wet pussy, while Daphne knelt beside them, completely naked with her hand between her legs.

Hermione buried her face in her arms, mortified to have been seen in his position, but Harry didn’t stop. Instead, he grinned and gave the girls a slow, deep pump, showing off the way Hermione’s ass jiggled with each thrust. Parvati made a little noise in the back of her throat while Padma blinked rapidly. Her face was unreadable.

Daphne sat up, wiped her mouth, and looked straight at the girls. “Did you want something?” she asked. Her tone was dry, and she didn’t seem embarrassed at all.

Neither of them answered. They just stood there, mesmerized by the perverse sight, as Harry continued to fuck Hermione, who was now whimpering with pleasure and clenching around him. With each deep thrust, Harry's shaft became even more smeared with Hermione’s white pussy cream, and fat drops of pussy juice dripped down her slit and fell from her fat, swollen clit. 

Then, Padma and Parvati slid the compartment door shut behind them and pressed up to the glass window, peering inside with intensity. Padma’s hand drifted to the hem of her skirt, and she slowly inched it up.

Even as she blushed, Hermione couldn’t help but look up. She caught Parvati and Padma’s eyes as she was being fucked. The raw, shameless exhibitionism just made her wetter, and Harry noticed the way her pussy clenched and spasmed around him.

On the other side of the glass, Harry could see both girls’ faces flush deep red. Their eyes didn’t move from the show in front of them, and they pressed against the window, fogging it up with their breath. Daphne smirked as she watched them, and then she reached out to pull Harry’s mouth to hers, kissing him hard and passionately. She wanted them to know that Harry belonged to her … and Hermione too, she supposed. 

Padma and Parvati didn’t bother hiding the fact that their hands were under their skirts now. They openly pressed their palms to the crotch of their panties, rubbing themselves while watching the spectacle.

The show unfolding inside the train compartment had Padma and Parvati wishing they could join in. Hermione was bent over the drenched train bench, moaning like a slut and trembling as Harry’s cock slammed into her. Daphne was sprawled beside them, flushed and naked. Her hands were cupping her tits and rubbing slow circles over her clit. They couldn’t look away. The lewd display held them in place, pressed to the glass, unable to speak.

In the narrow corridor, their bodies mirrored one another. Their hands rubbed their panty-clad crotches until the fabric grew damp and clung to their skin. Parvati’s legs were trembling, and her cheeks flushed red as she bit her lip and moaned quietly in time with Hermione’s cries.

They watched as Harry fucked Hermione with unrelenting force. The sound of it was wet and obscene, and they could smell the two sluts through the compartment door. Daphne’s laughter rang out, and then she leaned over, pressed her mouth to Hermione’s, and kissed her sloppily. 

Padma’s hand inched higher, and her fingers dipped into the waistband of her panties. Parvati followed, and her fingers trembled as they found the scorching hot slit between her legs. They moved in sync, watching each other through the corner of their eyes. Padma was the first to slip her fingers into herself, and the naughty pleasure nearly doubled her over. She whimpered and tried to muffle it, but it was of no use. She couldn’t hold back the whorish sound that escaped her lips. 

Inside the compartment, Daphne reached down to rub her slit, never taking her eyes off the girls. She was putting on a show for them. She leaned back, spread her legs wider, and ran her hands up her stomach to squeeze her tits before pinching her nipples. Padma and Parvati both gasped, and the sound caught Harry’s attention. He turned his head, locked eyes with them for the briefest moment, then grinned and slammed into Hermione harder.

Padma bit her knuckle, and her hips rocked in time with the thrusts. Beside her, Parvati was moaning softly and moving her hand in frantic circles under her skirt. They pressed closer and leaned against each other for support. 

Daphne let out a high-pitched moan, and her body bucked as she came. She collapsed against the bench, only to catch her breath and start touching herself again. Hermione had given up all pretense of dignity and was begging Harry for more as she took every inch he gave her.

Padma’s hand moved faster, and her panties were soaked through. She was teetering on the edge of orgasm when Harry drove into Hermione one last time and let out a rough groan. Hermione jerked and shrieked as her body was wracked with spasms. Then she started to squirt, and the sight of Hermione’s pussy spraying all over Harry’s cock and the bench nearly made Padma cum instantly.

Padma squealed as she started rubbing her clit furiously. Parvati whimpered beside her with her face buried in her arm. Inside the compartment, Harry pulled out of Hermione, and his cock was glossy with a sheen of cum and girl juice. He looked at them through the window, and then made a beckoning gesture.

Padma’s heart nearly stopped. Parvati was trembling with her mouth open and her eyes glued to Harry’s cock. They hesitated only a second before pulling open the door and slipping inside. They quickly closed it behind them. They stood there with their skirts rumpled and their knees knocking together, unsure what to do next.

Harry smiled cheekily at them. He sat back on the bench and gestured for them to come closer. “Do you want to help clean me up?” he asked. His voice was husky and amused.

Padma trembled and nodded, then dropped to her knees in front of him. Parvati quickly did the same. Between them, Harry’s cock stood slick, swollen, and smeared with Hermione’s cream and his own cum. Parvati reached out first and wrapped her fingers around the base, guiding the tip to her lips. She licked up the shaft, tasting everything at once. Padma leaned in and took the head into her mouth. She gently sucked on it, and their tongues met as they both licked and cleaned him together. Neither could believe how good his cock felt in their mouths, or how natural it was to share everything. They took turns, with one sucking the shaft while the other licked the head. They then swapped and pressed their tongues along the underside together.

Hermione, still bent over, turned and watched them. “Don’t forget about his balls,” she groaned. Her voice was still a bit unsteady. Parvati instantly complied and lowered her mouth to his wet sack. Daphne pushed herself up, scooted over next to Harry, and ran her hand through his hair. She watched them suck his cock, and she reached down, grabbed Harry’s hand, and shoved it between her legs. 

Padma glanced up at Harry, seeking approval, and he smiled down at her. “You’re both very, very good at this,” he said.

Padma blushed fiercely, and Parvati giggled around his cock. She pulled off for a second, looked at Padma with shining eyes, and then they both dove back in, more eager now than ever. Hermione crawled over to them, put a gentle hand on Parvati’s back, then joined in by licking Harry’s balls and kissing his thighs.

Daphne got down there and began undressing the two late-comers. Their tops were removed, and their panties were flung aside as Harry pulled them onto the seat. 

The seat was too small for all of them, but somehow they made it work. They piled together in a giggling, writhing heap, and Parvati ended up across Harry’s lap with her skirt bunched up around her hips. Padma cheekily pulled Parvati’s skirt down, leaving her completely nude. Harry reached down and slid two fingers into her, making her gasp and buck. Padma kissed Parvati while Hermione licked at her nipples. For a while, there was nothing but the slap of skin, the wet sounds of mouths, tongues, and pussies, along with the laughter, moans, and cries of pleasure.

Hermione squeezed in beside Harry, and Daphne clambered over to his other side, and soon all five of them were pressed together, kissing and touching and hungry for more.