In Bloom - Chapter 16 (Patreon)

ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED WITHIN THIS STORY ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR ABOVE.

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Summary: When a magical flower sprays Harry with a mysterious cloud of spores, he soon finds the side effects to be far more…pleasant than he expected. Now with every girl in the castle obsessed with him, Harry must decide whether to find a cure for this mystery ailment or give in to its more carnal benefits. 

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Chapter 16: Overwatered

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Returning to the castle proved an arduous task for the trio after their night out. It took nearly fifteen minutes to fully rouse Hermione from her sleep, the brunette paying the price for having overindulged in complimentary champagne the evening before. She groaned at every attempt to wake her, burrowing deeper into the pillows as though sheer stubbornness might buy her a few more minutes of rest.

Susan, by contrast, had fallen hopelessly in love with the hotel’s hot tub. Harry had eventually been forced to promise that he would find a way to have one installed in the Room of Requirement before she would even consider leaving. Even then, the redhead had grumbled and whined as she pulled herself from the steaming water, her naked pale flesh flushed red from the heat while she stretched her arms high into the air with a remorseful sigh.

The sight of his nude girlfriend stretching in front of him, skin flushed and droplets of water clinging to every one of her shapely curves, was a battle for Harry in and of itself. It had taken an immense amount of self-control not to grab her by the waist and bury his face between her massive tits. A tempting thought, but one that would have to wait.

Thankfully, they managed to get dressed with only minor groping here and there. Even he couldn’t stop himself from giving Hermione a firm swat to the arse when she bent over in front of him to retrieve her knickers from the floor. Her small hiss and heatless glare did little to make him regret it either.

“So does this mean we can have more date nights in the future?” Susan asked later, as they strolled back toward the castle after a quick apparition to Hogsmeade.

“Of course,” Harry replied, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

Susan beamed, her happiness bright and unguarded, and leaned comfortably into his side. Harry welcomed the closeness, slipping one arm around her waist while his other hand found Hermione’s, his fingers threading through hers as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He supposes it was.

Nothing had changed for the three of them. Not really. But there was a surety between them that had not been there before. An absence of uncertainty and lingering doubts. There was still much for them to discover. About the mysterious blessing and their newly found relationship, but for Harry at least, the future seemed all the less daunting.

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“There you are! Professor Slughorn sent me to look for you. You’re late for potions,” Susan huffed.

Harry gave his girlfriend a shug and a quick peck on the lips in greeting.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, leaning back against the corridor wall while gesturing at the ground in front of him. “Got a little held up.”

Susan hummed and gave the dark-skinned Hufflepuff currently sucking her boyfriend’s cock a cursory glance. 

“I see that. Hello to you as well, Charlotte! Are we still on for study group later?” Susan chirped.

The other girl pulled back with a loud, wet ‘SLURP!’, replacing her mouth with her hand as she furiously jerked Harry’s cock.

“Of course! Can you tell Ernie that I’ll need to borrow his Arithmancy notes again? I doubt I’ll be making it to class,” Charlotte giggled, leaning forward to place a wet kiss against the head of Harry’s cock. The dark-skinned witch then tilted her head down, her hand still working hard stroking his throbbing length while she wrapped her lips around one of his bloated balls with a sighful moan. Harry gave his own moan of approval, threading his fingers through the girl’s braids as she lavished his sack.

Susan paid the sounds any mind, however. She was far too accustomed to scenes like this, whether they played out in front of her or she was a part of them; it hardly bothered her. In fact, Susan was half-tempted to join in. She was still horny from this morning when she was woken by Harry’s cock slipping inside her pussy right before he shagged her through three straight orgasms as the sun crested over the mountains to the east. 

Unfortunately, tempting as orgasm number four sounded, she knew if she didn't return soon, Slughorn would just send another student like Tracey Davis to go looking for them, which would only lead to an orgy breaking out in the middle of a random hallway…again.

She still couldn’t walk through the third-floor corridor without blushing from the memories.

“No problem,” she replied, though she highly doubted Charlotte could even hear her. The ebony witch had quickly moved on from languidly sucking on her boyfriend’s balls to throating the full girth of his cock with fast bobs of her head. The sharp and wet sounds of her throat constricting around Harry’s meaty cock echoed off the stone walls with a loud ‘GLURK GLURK GLURK!’

Rolling her eyes, Susan turned her attention back to Harry. “I’ll let Slughorn know you got caught up helping another student, yeah?”

Harry gave her a nod, blowing out a breath of air as Charlotte gagged around his cock.

“You’re the best Susie.”

Susan giggled and leaned forward to give her boyfriend a quick kiss. “And don’t you forget it!” she chirped. With a click of her tongue, she reached down and shoved the other Hufflepuff’s face deeper into Harry’s crotch, causing the dark-skinned girl’s eyes to go wide as his cock was all but forced as deep as possible down her convulsing throat. 

“Have fun, love! Ta!” Susan waved as she turned to leave.

Harry watched his girlfriend saunter off with a purposeful sway to her hips, as if she knew his eyes would wander down to the voluptuous curve of her arse. Perhaps she did.

His attention was quickly wrenched away from his girlfriend’s bum to the kneeling witch in front of him as she yanked herself off his cock, sputtering and coughing with tears in her eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked, reaching down to help the gasping girl up.

Charlotte nodded, rubbing her throat as she stood.

“Just–ahem–wasn’t ready for that much dick in my throat y’know?”

Harry chuckled and pulled the girl close, his hand slipping down to the waistband of her skirt.

“Then how about we give your throat a rest?” he said, smirking at the girl’s small gasp as his fingers pushed aside the soaking wetness of her knickers and began to tease her outer lips.

Charlotte moaned, her legs shaking as he pushed two fingers inside her weeping pussy before nodding.

“D–Deal,” she whimpered, her eyes already threatening to roll into the back of her head.

Harry’s grin grew wolfish, and he quickly rearranged them, pushing Charlotte against the wall with her arse sticking out. He didn't even bother removing her knickers, simply pushing them to the side as he stuffed the end of her skirt into her own waistband and pushed his cock inside her dripping heat in one swift motion.

The Hufflepuff was more than wet enough to accommodate his girth, his cock sliding in easily despite the tightness of her inner walls.

Harry didn't bother easing her into it. The blowjob she’d given him had set a fire in his veins that demanded he take what he wanted. With a hard slap to her mocha-coloured arse cheek, he began to saw his hips back and forth, thrusting into her drenched pussy with deafening slaps of flesh hitting flesh. Charlotte cried out with every one, her words and pleas intelligible from the euphoric screams. Barely a few seconds in, and he already could feel her convulsing around him in climax. The slapping of his thrusts against her arse nearly drowned out the sound of her whorish cries. The sheer volume was enough that he knew, if it wasn't for the strange properties of the flower’s blessing, they’d have drawn a crowd by now.

Not that he would have cared even if they did. Harry was fully allowing his lust to take control, a low growl rumbling out of his chest as he gave the moaning girl’s bubbly arse a few more hard swats before grabbing her by her braids. Charlotte’s moans only increased in volume at the rough play, her back arching as Harry forced her to look back and press her lips against his own. The screams of her second climax were muffled by Harry’s tongue. He ravaged her mouth just as his cock ravaged her cunt, relentlessly exploring every inch as he fucked her against the hard stone wall.

The loud gong of the clock tower signalling the end of class sounded out, but even then, Harry did not relent. Soon enough, it was not just Charlotte’s slutty moans and slaps of flesh that filled the halls, but the loud thrum of their classmates laughing and chatting as they made their way to their next class.

A few witches stopped to watch the show, their faces flushed and pupils blown with lust as they watched him devastate the Hufflepuff’s cunt. One even approached to ask for a turn, but Harry sent her away with a promise of ‘later’ and a swat to the bum. In the end, it was Susan who found them again just as he finally reached his own peak. His girlfriend giggled as he hilted himself inside the other girl’s cunt with a groan, filling her womb with a flood of his sticky white seed.

“You sure you’re up for study group later, Charlotte?” Susan asked.

The other Hufflepuff could only groan as she fell to her knees and collapsed against the wall, her cunt already leaking rivers of cum on the floor.

Susan snickered at her friend's plight before turning to regard her boyfriend.

“I have a free period after my next class. Wanna shag on McGonogall’s desk like we did last week?”

Harry finished putting his cock away and leaned down to give his girlfriend a quick kiss.

“Course love. By the way, where’s Hermione?”

“She and Lavender were snogging in the potion storeroom last I saw.”

“Ah.”

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Pansy scowled at the faint glowing lines etched into her skin. For what felt like the hundredth time, she tried in vain to scrub away the pesky mark, yet it only served to leave her flesh red and feeling raw. With a huff, Pansy threw in the proverbial towel and sank back into the steaming water of her bath. The glowing mark above her wrist disappeared along with the rest of her arm beneath the sudsy water, allowing her a temporary reprieve from her worrying thoughts.

This was Potter’s fault, she knew that for a fact.

How could it not be when it was his bloody initials that now marked her previously blemish-free skin? Ugh! Her parents were gonna kill her! She still remembers how they had acted when her older brother had come home with a pierced ear. They were livid then, but they would be absolutely furious when they saw her. It was practically a tattoo for Morgana’s sake!

With an annoyed ‘Tch!’, Pansy tried once more to rub the mark away, but to no avail. The looping script shimmered back at her, taunting and mocking. With a groan she let her hand fall back down, uncaring of the water splashing over the side. The House Elves would clean it up.

She was so going to give Potter a piece of her mind the next time she saw him. Granger, too, because the insufferable bookworm was probably just as much at fault. Just because she liked it when they treated her like a personal fuck doll doesn’t mean they could just mark her without permission!

At the very least, they could’ve asked! Or maybe not make it permanent?! Pansy hadn't minded when Potter had written all those dirty little phrases all over her tits, face, and arse with a muggle marker—Phrases like ‘PUREBLOOD SLUT’ or ‘COCK SLEEVE’ and even ‘PROPERTY OF POTTER’—and made her walk around the castle without so much as a pair of knickers on for everyone to see. In fact, she had even liked it a little, the sheer humiliation making her wetter than she’d ever been in her entire life. But that had at least washed off! The same couldn’t be said for the golden initials colouring her flesh now.

To make things worse, ever since it appeared, Pansy had been having the weirdest dreams.

Dreams where she was in Potter’s body, looking through his eyes as he fucked one witch after another. It was oddly…erotic. Pansy never failed to wake from those dreams gasping for breath and covered in sweat as her pussy throbbed with need. Those she didn’t really mind if she were being honest. Sure it was annoying to deal with, especially since she was never able to go back to sleep until she rubbed herself to a squealing climax or two, but it was manageable.

It was the other dreams that she didn’t like…

They didn't happen often. In the past week, she’s only witnessed them twice, and truth be told, she could scarcely remember them. All she knew was that she’d wake feeling cold and scared, with her heart hammering against her ribs and breath trembling. They never failed to leave her nauseous and shaky the next day as she tried desperately to remember anything from the night before.

She hasn’t had any luck so far. The only thing that persisted in her memories after each dream—No—after each nightmare was the image of two glowing red eyes and the feeling of gut-wrenching dread.

Pansy didn’t like it one bit.

She would go see Potter tomorrow and get answers. Pansy wasn’t sure she could take another night waking from another one of those horrible visions. They lingered on her mind like a cancer that would never leave. Tomorrow she would get her answers, and if the gods were kind, a respite from those fucking red eyes.

Sinking further into the water, Pansy let out a knowing sigh.

The gods were hardly ever kind.

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“Got any plans this weekend mate?”

Harry shrugged and gestured for his rook to move. The wizarding chess piece slid across the board as commanded, smashing into an opposing pawn.

“Not really. I have that thing at the ministry on Saturday, but I should be back before dinner. You?” he replied, watching his rook reduce the pawn to rubble.

Harry barely had time to appreciate his small win before Ron’s bishop suddenly came flying in from the other side of the board, spearing his rook with its sceptre before tossing it to the side. Harry huffed and ignored his friend’s snicker.

“I dunno. Might go to the three broomsticks with Seamus and Dean,” Ron shrugged as he studied the board.

“I thought you said you were going to ask Lavender to go with you?” he said, half-paying attention as yet another one of his pieces was demolished by Ron’s bishop.

Ron gave him a noncommittal grunt. “I thought about it, but I overheard her gossiping with Parvati about some bloke or another she’s been shagging. Figured I wouldn’t waste my time after that, y’know?”

Harry nodded and did his best not to feel guilty. He knew he was the ‘bloke’ Ron had overheard Lavender speaking about. Part of him felt bad for indirectly taking away his best friend’s chance with a girl, but he also knew that Ron had only chosen to ask Lavender in the first place because she, quote, ‘has a killer set of tits’.

The redheaded keeper wasn't wrong, of course. Harry knew from firsthand experience that Lavender did, in fact, have a pretty killer pair of breasts, but that also meant that Ron was hardly in love with the buxom Gryffindor. Like most blokes their age, Ron really just wanted what he thought would be an easy shag. Lavender was hardly the only witch at Hogwarts who qualified. Ron would move on in no time.

Harry sighed as, yet again, his king was swiftly taken out by Ron’s queen only a few moves later. His friend chuckled and gave him a good-natured slap on the arm.

“Maybe next time mate!” the redhead laughed as he stood. “I’m gonna go run and snag a pastry or two from the kitchens before curfew. Want anything?”

Harry shook his head and bid his friend farewell as he glared at the shattered remains of his pieces.

“If you know you're going to lose, then why even play?” a voice called from below.

Harry glanced down at the brown-amber eyes beneath the table and shrugged.

“Stubbornness?” he offered.

Ginny giggled as she leaned back down to circle her tongue around his glans before popping his full cock-head into her mouth. Harry hummed in satisfaction, the youngest Weasley’s mouth doing wonders to improve his mood. She had snuck under the table sometime between his and Ron’s second and third game, tugging at the waistband of his pyjamas whilst her brother ranted about the Chudley Cannons losing streak. Harry had merely given the gift a cursory glance before lifting his hips, allowing the petite chaser to free his cock and pepper it with soft kisses.

Maybe that's why he lost every game. Who in their right mind could play a proper match of chess with a ginger beauty lavishing their cock with oral worship? No one! Harry had even accidentally forfeited the match before this one because he was too distracted cumming down Ginny’s throat, he didn’t notice he had reached for his king instead of his knight and knocked the piece down. Ron had been confused by that one, but all Harry could do was shrug as Ginny licked his cock clean.

In the last game, she had teased him more than anything. Only the barest licks and soft kisses, making his cock twitch angrily each time she pulled away from yet another grazing touch. He blamed her for not seeing Ron’s bishop that subsequently destroyed his entire front line. It was definitely not because he was bad at chess. 

That would be absurd!

…Who was he kidding? That was definitely the case.

Sighing, Harry tapped Ginny on the shoulder, signalling the girl to come up for air. She did so with a gasp, pulling back from where she had swallowed him balls deep inside her throat. He didn’t even need to say a thing as she moved, crawling from beneath the table and onto his lap without a word.

“You know–” he began, cursing as the mind-numbing tightness of Ginny’s cunt enveloped him, “–sucking my cock while your brother was right there was pretty daring even for you.”

“Was that okay?” Ginny asked, her words morphing into a gasp at the end as she began to rock herself on top of his cock.

Harry leaned down to playfully nip at the freckled flesh of her neck. “Of course. It was pretty hot, actually. You’re such a devious little slut sometimes Gin’.”

Ginny whimpered and wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him into the creamy expanse of her tits as she began to move her hips even faster. Harry allowed her to take the lead. He was content in his current position, suckling and nipping at the ginger’s perky breasts as she rode him. It wouldn’t be long until she came undone. Ginny was always the fastest to cum out of the girls who regularly shared his bed. Only Susan and Pansy came close, with the latter sometimes cumming just from a few degrading words alone. Sure enough it was only a few moments before Ginny was gasping in his ear.

“Fuck! Harry I–Ohhhhh!”

With a wet smack, Ginny slammed her hips down onto his cock, impaling herself on his cock as her pussy convulsed and twitched around him. Harry grunted from the pleasure the redhead’s climaxing cunt was sending pulsing up his cock. With a sweep of his hand, the wizard chest set quickly sprang to action, pieces zipping back and forth as it packed itself away and left the table clear of any rogue bits of rubble.

Ginny’s lithe form made it easy to pick the girl up and keep her impaled on his cock as he laid her down atop the table. The lively chatter of the commonroom hardly changed a bit, even as he began to saw his hips in and out of Ginny’s dripping snatch right in the middle of the entire room. Only a few even bothered to look. Some, like Colin Creevey, had their eyes go glassey and face slack before they looked away undisturbed. Others, like Fay Dunbar and Demelza Robbins, watched on with interest, using the fingers and even their wands to pleasure their needy cunts. Hermione was an outlier, only giving him and Ginny a single glance before she stood, closed her book with a snap, and walked over.

“Don’t be too rough, love. The house-elves just replaced this table after you and Katie broke the last one.”

Harry nodded, watching as Hermione began to shimmy out of her pyjama pants and knickers. The bookworm barely said another word as she climbed onto the table, throwing one leg over Ginny’s face and planting her cunt directly onto the moaning girl’s mouth.

“Ah! She really must have worked herself up,” Hermione hissed, her nails raking up Ginny’s ribs.

“Eager?” Harry asked, flicking his thumb across the red head's clit as her mark began to glow brighter with both his and Hermione’s presence.

“Very,” Hermione breathed. “Lavender was even worse. I was nearly late for Ancient Runes today because she just couldn’t get enough after an hour of sex. An hour, Harry.”

Harry gave a shrug, cursing under his breath as Ginny climaxed in climax yet again. “We’ve had sex for longer than that, Mione.”

“Yes but–Hng–not in a potions closet!” Hermione gasped, her thighs clamping hard around Ginny’s face as the redhead’s tongue and mouth worked to bring her to a shaky end.

“You think it's the blessing?” he asked, slowing his pace to a leisurely speed. Ginny groaned in protest, but Hermione silenced her with a roll of her hips.

“Maybe? It certainly feels like the effects are increasing somehow. I doubt we’ve remained unaffected either. It’s too early to say how, of course, but we should keep an eye out just in case.”

Harry nodded, his thoughts drifting to the implications behind Hermione's words. If the blessing was still evolving, then what did that mean for them? He doubted it would be as simple as just being a bit hornier. They already had an increased libido after all.

Before his thoughts could wander even further, a whining keen from Ginny brought him back to the present. Shaking his head, Harry picked his pace back up, earning himself a very happy moan from the redhead as Hermione silenced her with her cunt once more. It took only a few more minutes before both girls were crying out in climax, Harry not far behind them as he pulled back and painted Ginny’s stomach and tits with streaks of his cum.

Even then, though, as Ginny happily scooped up fingerfuls of his cum and popped it into her mouth while Hermione guided his cock inside her, the what-ifs kept whispering to him at the edges of his mind.

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Author’s Note

We’re back! I got a bit burnt out with this story for a bit, but I finally had the urge to work on it again after weeks. This entire chapter was a marathon, really. I think I managed the entire thing in about 3-4 hours with only the occasional break. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed!

Thanks for reading!