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Breeding Season

Chapter 8

The morning of departure, the Burrow was a minefield of laundry piles, scattered trunks, and half-dressed Weasleys barreling through narrow hallways. Molly barked orders and threats over the noise. Ginny was already dressed and looking so hot that Harry nearly forgot his own name when she stepped into the kitchen. She wore a Holyhead Harpies crop top that fit like a second skin and made her pale tits look twice as big. The bottom hem stopped just above her ribcage, leaving her stomach bare and showing off a tiny, glinting silver navel stud Harry had never seen before. “It’s just a decoration,” she said with a smile. “My belly button’s not really pierced,” she further explained. She paired it with cutoff shorts so tiny Harry was surprised Arthur wasn’t demanding she change. The soft curve of her ass cheeks was exposed, and Ginny’s pale thighs looked soft and perfect.

Hermione followed, wearing a white blouse with pearl buttons down the front. The top four were undone, flashing a lot of smooth, creamy cleavage that deepened every time she moved. She’d borrowed Ginny’s blue plaid skirt, but it hung even shorter on Hermione’s hips. The skirt barely covered her ass and revealed a pair of sheer white panties whenever she sat or bent down. Her legs were bare, and her small feet were stuffed into a pair of strappy high heels. She wore a little more makeup than usual, and it made her brown eyes smolder.

Molly watched the two girls cross the kitchen, then glanced at Harry. She raised an eyebrow, but the corners of her mouth were twitching with amusement. “You look like you’re ready for the beach,” Molly said to Ginny. “ … not the Hogwarts Express.”

Ginny shrugged. “It’s going to be a thousand degrees in that train, Mum. This is much better than sweating to death.”

Harry, for his part, wore a Muggle t-shirt stretched tight over his broad shoulders. He had on a pair of dark jeans, and he left his hair messier than usual because both Ginny and Hermione claimed it looked “sexier” that way. He finished breakfast while ogling the girls, and not one of them minded. Molly caught him checking out her fat ass and deep cleavage once or twice, but she just shook her head, as if to say, ‘Boys will be boys’.

The drive to King’s Cross in Arthur’s enchanted Mercedes was the usual Weasley chaos, with Ron and the twins arguing in the back and Ginny sitting in Harry’s lap for half the trip. Her ass ground down on his erection every time Molly took a corner at speed. Hermione and Ginny took turns applying lip gloss in the rearview mirror and critiquing each other’s hair.

They spilled out of the car and rushed into the terminal with Molly in the lead. She waved them along with one arm and helped lug Ginny’s trunk behind her with the other. The girls walked with a strut Harry had never seen before, as if they’d been training for a catwalk in secret. Hermione’s skirt swished with every step, and Ginny’s crop top crept higher and higher as she lugged her own trunk up the stairs. When they reached Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny entered the barrier together.

The other side was a carnival of the flesh. The Hogwarts Express puffed and hissed before them, and the platform was practically jam-packed. But Harry barely noticed any of that, because his eyes were immediately drawn to a group of girls loitering near the front of the train. 

There was Parvati and Padma, and both wore skin-tight minidresses in bright, shimmering colors. Parvati’s was electric blue, and it clung to her tits and ass like she’d been poured into it. The neckline plunged so low that the tops of her brown, round breasts were visible even from a distance. She wore platform heels that made her legs look endless, and every time she shifted her weight, her dress rode up another inch. Padma’s dress was gold, and it glittered in the sunlight. Her outfit was even more obscene. The bottom hem was so high that Harry could see the dark line of her panties when she bent down to fix her shoe. Both girls had gone wild with eyeliner and lipstick, and Parvati even blew a kiss at him when she caught him staring.

Hermione elbowed Harry in the ribs. “Pick your jaw up, Harry.”

He shrugged and grinned. “Can you blame me?”

Hermione rolled her eyes, but she pushed her tits out and flicked her hair over her shoulder, as if daring him to compare the two. 

A little further down the platform, Angelina Johnson wore a pair of frayed denim shorts that exposed her entire ass. The fabric barely clung to her hips, and the curve of her perfectly round bum was so pronounced that Harry had to physically restrain himself from reaching out to squeeze it. Her top was a paper-thin red tank top, and she wore a gold necklace that nestled in her deep cleavage. Angelina was surrounded by a pack of guys, all openly staring. She ignored them and stalked toward Alicia Spinnet, whose very tight top showed off the stiff points of her nipples.

Ginny made a face and muttered, “It’s like a whorehouse in here.”

Hermione giggled and said, “It’s more like a meat market.” They both laughed.

Harry barely heard them, because he’d just spotted Cho Chang near the train. She wore a white tank top so thin and loose that it didn’t fully cover the undersides of her tits. Her nipples poked against the thin fabric, letting everyone know that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She wore black yoga pants that were stretched so tight over her hips and thighs that Harry could see the camel toe between her legs. Cho looked up, caught Harry’s eye, and smiled at him with pink cheeks. She didn’t look embarrassed at all. In fact, she looked proud that she was able to capture his attention. Her long dark hair was in a loose ponytail, and she flipped it over her shoulder to expose her soft, graceful neck.

Everywhere he looked, girls were outdoing each other in a contest of exposed skin and perfect bodies. Even the Ravenclaw girls, who were usually more modest, strutted around in micro miniskirts and low-cut tops. A fifth-year Hufflepuff girl walked past with her tits spilling out of a yellow tube top. Her skirt was so short that Harry was certain she’d have to sit on her bare ass in the train compartment.

Ginny caught Harry’s glazed look and sighed. “You’re hopeless.”

Harry grinned. “Can you blame me?”

Hermione snickered. “We’re women. We can blame you for anything.”

Ginny rolled her eyes, but she looked pleased to have Harry’s attention back on them. She pressed her body against Harry’s side and hooked an arm around his waist. “We’re not letting you out of our sight for the whole train ride. Not with this many sluts on the loose.”

“Hey!” Hermione cut in, pretending to be offended. “Some of us are dignified witches.”

“Not with that skirt,” Ginny said, flipping up the back of Hermione’s very short skirt. Hermione squeaked, and her face went red. She tugged at the hem, trying to hide her thong-clad ass.

They found Ron near the train with his face buried in a Quidditch magazine, pretending not to notice the parade of ass and tits strutting past. Molly bustled up and handed out bagged lunches. She hugged each of them in turn. She wore a blue summer dress that clung to her wide hips and made her breasts bounce when she moved. Harry took the hug as an opportunity to squeeze Molly’s fat ass, and she shot him a warning look that was more playful than angry.

“Take care of yourselves, dears,” Molly said, fussing with Ginny’s hair and kissing Hermione on the cheek. “And Harry, you watch out for these two.”

Harry gave her a solemn nod. “I will.”

Molly shook her head, knowing exactly how he was going to watch out for them. She then turned away to hug Ron, and her ass swayed in the tight fabric as she walked. Harry let his eyes follow her until Ginny pinched his side.

“Pervert,” she muttered.

He leaned in and whispered, “I’m going to bend you over one of those train seats the first chance I get.”

Ginny bit her lip and looked away, and her face flushed a deep red.

Hermione tried to act prim, but her thighs were pressed together, and her nipples stood out through the thin fabric of her blouse. Harry reached over and ran a finger up the inside of her thigh, stopping just before he reached the smoldering hot crotch of her thong. She squeaked and smacked his hand away, but didn’t move from his side.

The whistle blew, and the platform exploded in hurried hugs and shouted goodbyes. The three of them boarded the train, and Harry found a compartment near the back with empty seats. He held the door open for Ginny and Hermione, and they squeezed past him, brushing their asses against the front of his jeans as they slid by. Ginny was first, and she wiggled her hips on purpose. Hermione followed, and she “accidentally” pressed her tits into Harry’s chest, making him shudder with excitement. Harry quickly loaded all three trunks onto the upper rail.

He slid the door shut and flopped onto the bench next to them. The train jerked into motion, and Harry let himself enjoy the sensation of being sandwiched between two beautiful, half-naked girls with hundreds of miles of track ahead and nothing but time to kill.

Breeding Season

The Hogwarts Express rumbled out of London, picking up speed as the city gave way to green fields and the endless sky. Harry stretched out on the padded bench with an arm slung lazily over Ginny’s bare shoulders. Her skin was warm and soft, and he drew teasing patterns on her arm while she leaned against him with her legs tucked under herself. On the bench across from them, Hermione was doing some last-minute revisions to her summer work. 

They spent the first few minutes giggling at what they saw on the platform. “Did you see Susan Bones?” Ginny asked, grinning. “She looked like she’d been sewn into that top.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “And she was practically rubbing her tits against Harry as she squeezed past.”

Harry grinned. “I didn’t mind. She smells really nice.”

Ginny shot him a playful glare, but her mouth twitched in amusement. “If you want to sniff her some more, I’ll drag her here myself.”

“Maybe I’ll just sniff you instead,” Harry shot back. He pulled Ginny close and buried his face in her neck, making her squeal and laugh. 

The peace lasted less than a minute. A knock at the door startled all three, and Ginny sat up to smooth her hair. The compartment door slid open, and Parvati and Padma entered, each balancing precariously on a pair of platform heels. Parvati led the charge, and she stepped in with her blue dress clinging to every curve. The neckline was cut so low that her breasts looked moments from tumbling out. The skirt was even shorter up close. It barely covered the top half of her round, light brown ass. The lipstick she wore made her lips shimmer. 

Padma’s gold dress was tighter, if possible, and the hem barely grazed the crotch of her panties. The fabric glittered in the light, and it did nothing to hide the shape of her hips or the not-so-subtle dip of her cleavage.

“Hi, Harry,” Parvati purred as she slid onto the bench next to him. Ginny’s arm was forced away, and Parvati immediately replaced it with her own. She pressed her soft thigh against Harry’s. Padma sat on the other side, trapping Harry between two walls of perfumed skin.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Well, this didn’t take long.”

Parvati ignored her. “We wanted to come say hello before all the other girls mobbed you,” she said, leaning in so her tits squished together and nearly spilled from her dress. “Did you have a nice summer, Harry?”

He could smell her perfume, and it made his cock throb in his trousers. “It was great. How was yours?”

“Boring,” Padma chimed in, and her gold dress shifted dangerously high on her thighs as she crossed her legs. “We spent a week in France, but the boys there are nothing compared to you, Harry.”

Parvati grinned and ran her hand down Harry’s arm, then squeezed his biceps. “Wow, you got even bigger.”

“I’ve been working out a lot,” Harry lied, but he flexed for her, and Parvati giggled, licking her lips.

Padma leaned in so close that her lips nearly brushed his cheek. “Maybe you could give us a private lesson sometime. We could use a real workout.”

Ginny huffed. “You should see the two of them at the Hogwarts yoga club,” she fake-whispered to Hermione. “They’re total attention whores.”

Parvati shot Ginny a look of annoyance. “We can’t help it if some of us have better genes.” She patted Harry’s thigh, and the implication hung in the air.

Hermione gave a polite cough. “Well … For the moment, Harry here is spoken for.”

Parvati smiled sweetly. “We could share,” she said, glancing at Hermione and Ginny in turn. “If you’re not scared to lose.”

Padma put a hand on Harry’s shoulder and began massaging his muscles. “We always get what we want, Granger,” she said. “And what we want is …”

“... to see if Harry can keep up with both of us at once,” Parvati finished.

Harry thought Ginny was going to lunge at her, but instead she just drained her bottle of pumpkin juice and set the glass down with a thud. “You can have five minutes,” she said. “After that, you can politely fuck right off.”

The twins squealed and pressed themselves even tighter to Harry. Parvati planted a wet kiss on his lips and moaned into his mouth. Padma sucked on Harry’s neck while massaging his crotch, and his cock twitched so hard he thought it might break through his jeans. Harry responded by sliding his hands between each of their legs. He rubbed the crotch of their panties until they became damp and fragrant. “Alright … That’s enough,” Ginny called out. 

The girls finally stood, flashing their asses as they did. Parvati bent over so he could see down the top of her dress. “See you soon, Harry,” she said, then they strutted out on their heels, hips swaying and tits shaking. 

As soon as the door shut, Ginny huffed. “The nerve of those two sluts. They pretended like we weren’t even here!” She then leaped on Harry and mashed her lips to his. She kissed him so hard it left his lips tingling. Hermione rolled her eyes, but didn’t hide her smile.

There was another knock, and the door slid open again. Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet stepped in. Angelina’s shorts were riding all the way up in her ass. The frayed fabric left her ass cheeks completely exposed. Alicia had on a light pink top that was slightly see-through, and he could see her perky tits and stiff nipples underneath it. 

Harry tried to look at their faces, but it was a struggle. Angelina grinned and crossed her arms under her tits, which only made them look bigger. “What’s up, Harry?” she said. “We saw you on the platform and thought we’d come say hi.”

Alicia dropped onto the bench next to Ginny, who immediately went on the defensive. “You girls never quit, do you?” Ginny said.

Angelina laughed. “You never quit either, Gin. It’s what I love about you.”

The conversation turned to Quidditch, but Harry could barely follow it because Angelina kept running her foot up his shin. Alicia pressed her side into Ginny’s and let her hand drift onto Ginny’s bare knee. She made little circles with her finger that moved higher each time.

Hermione watched it all with a pink face. After a few minutes, Angelina leaned in and playfully nipped Harry’s ear. “If you ever want to play for the Gryffindor, let me know. I’ll make sure you get a private tryout.”

She kissed his lips softly, but the kiss lingered longer than necessary. They left as suddenly as they’d arrived, and the girls heard them giggling and whispering together down the corridor. Ginny slumped back on the bench, looking exhausted. “I need a stiff drink,” she said.

Hermione giggled and tried to go back to her revisions when a fresh face appeared in the doorway. It was Cho Chang. She wore the same white tank top, but up close it was even sluttier. Through the thin fabric, Harry could see the full outlines of her round, perfect tits and the dusky, swollen nipples poking through. Her leggings were painted on, leaving nothing to the imagination, and when she turned to slide the door shut, the outline of her pussy lips pressed tight against the black fabric.

She dropped into the seat next to Harry and gave Hermione and Ginny a shy wave. “Hi. I hope you don’t mind me dropping in.”

“Not at all,” Hermione said, eyeing the underboob threatening to spill from Cho’s top.

Ginny nodded, but her eyes were locked on the way Cho’s tank top gaped at the sides, flashing full views of her tits as she moved. Cho took a deep breath. “I just wanted to see Harry before we got to school. I missed you,” she said, looking at him. Harry had had a few successful dates with Cho the previous year. All three ended with her having a mouthful of his cum. 

She placed her hand on Harry’s knee. Her touch was light, and Harry felt his cock jump. Ginny cleared her throat. “Lots of girls seem to have missed him.”

Cho laughed with flushed cheeks, but she kept her hand right where it was. “I know, but I just wanted him to hear me say it.”

Hermione softened. “That’s sweet, Cho. Harry’s very lucky.”

Cho met Harry’s eyes, and there was a hunger deeper and more raw than any he’d ever seen from her before. She leaned in and kissed him, not caring that Ginny and Hermione were both watching. Her lips were soft, and her tongue was insistent. Cho moaned deeply as Harry massaged her tongue with his. 

When she broke away, she nuzzled his ear and whispered, “Come visit me later. I want to show you something.”

Harry nodded, dazed but happy. Cho smiled at Ginny and Hermione, then left with her hips swaying in a way that made Harry’s cock ache.

The parade continued. Daphne Greengrass arrived next, in a midnight blue romper dress with a plunging neckline that was literally held closed by a single button between her tits. The rest gaped open, revealing the pale, perfect skin of her chest and almost the entire inner curve of her breasts. The bottom half of the romper was so short that it exposed the crease where her ass met her thigh, and she wore black thigh-high stockings that made her legs look even sexier. 

She sat with her legs crossed, and every time she adjusted, Harry caught flashes of her bare pussy under the hem. She made small talk with Hermione and completely ignored Ginny, but she kept eye contact with Harry. She seemed very pleased that he was so blatantly checking out her gorgeous body and cock-hardening curves. 

“Are you planning to seduce every guy on the train or what?” Ginny asked, annoyed but clearly impressed by her outfit. “I mean … I know you’re a raging slut, but …”

Daphne smirked and cut her off. “Why bother with the whole train when I can get everything I want right here?” She reached across and stroked the inside of Harry’s arm. 

Daphne stayed for ten minutes, touching Harry whenever she wanted. Then she left with a little finger wave. “You’ll be seeing a lot more of me, Harry,” she promised.

Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott arrived together. Susan’s crop top rode high on her belly, showing the under-curve of her huge, soft tits. Her nipples threatened to spill out the bottom if she even breathed hard. She’d changed into a pair of yellow yoga shorts, which didn’t even attempt to cover her round, dimpled ass. Hannah wore a yellow dress with a plunging neckline and no bra. The thin fabric shifted with every breath, exposing the deep valley between her full tits and the pale pink edges of her areolas. 

They sat on either side of Harry and immediately started feeling up his arms and chest. Ginny glared, but Hermione giggled at the ridiculousness of it.

“So, are you just going to let every girl in the school throw themselves at you, Harry?” Hermione asked.

Harry shrugged, caught between Susan’s soft chest and Hannah’s thigh pressing against his groin. “It seems rude to say no.”

Hannah leaned in and nuzzled his cheek with the tip of her small, cute nose. “You’re the only one we want, Harry.”

Susan nodded. “We even made a bet on who could get you first.”

Hannah giggled and pressed her lips to Harry’s cheek, while Susan squeezed his thigh and let her fingers linger dangerously close to his bulge.

They left after a few minutes, giggling and plotting, and Ginny immediately climbed back onto Harry’s lap to stake her claim. Hermione rolled her eyes, but she got up and sat so close to him that her bare thigh pressed against his.

After a few minutes of fooling around with the two girls, Luna finally showed up. She drifted in wearing a pink lace teddy that looked like lingerie from a very expensive shop. The cups of the teddy barely contained her perky, pale breasts, and the lace below was see-through, exposing her flat stomach and hairless mound. Luna wore nothing else except a pair of sparkly, heeled sandals, her butterbeer cork necklace, and a pair of radish earrings. She floated onto the bench next to Ginny and smiled serenely.

“Hi, Harry. Hi, Ginny. Hi, Hermione.”

“Hi, Luna,” Ginny said, eyeing her outfit. “Did you lose your clothes?”

Luna shook her head. “I just wanted to try something new. All the girls are being extra bold this year.” She ran her finger up Harry’s arm, then leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. The kiss was soft and slow, and her lips tasted like strawberry lip gloss.

Hermione blushed, then said, “You’re not even pretending to be normal, are you, Luna?”

“No,” Luna said. “I never do.” She licked her lips, then grinned at Harry. “I’ll see you later, Harry. I’d like to stay so you could put your penis in my vagina, but I promised my friend I’d help her finish her Transfiguration essay.” She floated out as gracefully as she’d come in. Her ass was barely covered by the pink lace.

When the compartment was finally empty, Ginny and Hermione both stared at Harry. He smiled stupidly at them. “I swear, I didn’t invite them,” Harry said. “They just …”

“Shut up, Harry,” Ginny said, climbing onto his lap and grabbing him by the face. She kissed him deeply and ground her crotch into his cock. “You’re ours now.”

Hermione scooted closer, wrapped her arms around Harry from the other side, and kissed his neck. “You belong to us, Harry. No more visitors.”

The train rattled on, and the girls took turns on his lap. Hermione let her skirt ride up and blouse fall open, and she pressed her naked tits into Harry’s face. Harry shook his head back and forth, motorboating her sweet tits. Ginny ground her pussy against his thigh until she soaked through her shorts and left a wet patch on his jeans.

Ginny pulled Harry down onto the bench, lying back with him on top of her. Hermione straddled his legs, and they both ran their hands over his chest and down to his cock. They fought to see who could unbutton his jeans first.

He let them fight. After all, it wasn’t every day a bloke had two hot girls fighting over him, and a train car full of sluts just waiting for their turn. Harry grinned, shut his eyes, and let himself be devoured.