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Why was it that men always tried to pretend like everything was alright? It was a question that perplexed Hermione to no end. She could certainly understand it if it was a small issue niggling at their minds, but whenever one was truly suffering, they tried to shut down their feelings more often than not.

When the war with Voldemort came to an end, she’d hoped that everything would return back to normal. It was nice seeing Harry and Ron smile again. The celebrations afterwards had been needed, but once a couple months had passed and everything returned to normal, their joy faded.

Her last kiss with Ron had come at the moment that she’d decided to end things with him. She’d caught him flirting with too many witches at those celebrations, even though he pretended to not know what she was talking about. She wasn’t surprised when it was widely announced the next day that he’d been seen on a date with Padma Patil. That relationship only lasted a couple of weeks, and now he was busy working at his older brother’s joke shop. He seemed content on the surface, but every meal that she’d shared with the Weasley clan had ended with Ron either drunk or so morose that he simply wandered off somewhere to deal with his sorrows alone.

It still hurt that he refused to seek help, but Hermione knew that she couldn’t try to help him any longer. After a couple months of hope, she’d finally told Ron that she couldn’t do it anymore. That was why she was here at Hogwarts and he was working in Diagon Alley.

But Ron wasn’t the man on her mind at the moment. It was her best friend: Harry Potter.

He sat across from her in the Great Hall, smiling at the two young men who greeted him as they passed by. No one else noticed how his smile didn’t reach his eyes, but Hermione did. He was putting on a brave face for all those who’d suffered in the war, but he did nothing to help himself.

Impulsively, she leaned across the table. “I found that the Room of Requirement can create a spa-like room. Do you want to go in later and just relax?”

“I’ve got a million and one other things to deal with,” Harry deflected.

“You’re the Head Boy,” Hermione pointed out. “You can delegate any tasks you don’t want to do.”

“That wouldn’t be very leader-like of me,” Harry replied as he tucked into the stew in the bowl in front of him. “I need to shoulder the responsibility of my role.”

“Headmistress McGonagall shouldn’t have given it to you in the first place,” Hermione said as frustration began to leak into her voice. “You’ve already been through so much. You shouldn’t be dealing with all of this.”

“I wanted this,” Harry told her bluntly. “My father was the Head Boy, and my mother was the Head Girl. I owe it to them to do my best in this role too.”

Hermione smiled sympathetically at him. Even though he felt that way, were it not for Hermione organising everything as the Head Girl, she knew that the prefects would’ve been floundering. Harry only pretended to be interested and just followed through the motions as Hermione took over everything. Even back when she’d first tried to gauge his input and have him help her with all of the assignments, he’d often only half-heard her words and responded lazily, like he didn’t know what answer he should give.

“You’ve done wonderfully,” she lied comfortingly. “But why don’t you take a night off?”

Harry shook his head. “I’ve got a patrol to do. Maybe another night.”

Maybe another night. It was his favourite phrase as of late. If she went out to see him tonight, she’d find him wandering the corridors listlessly. He rarely even bothered to write up any students for being out of bed at night. She thought that he only bothered patrolling because he couldn’t sleep.

“Okay,” Hermione replied gently. But that wasn’t the truth either. This wasn’t okay. Harry wasn’t okay. She needed to find a way to help get him out of his funk.

As they consumed their meal in silence, Hermione’s mind whirred with possible solutions to this problem. She hated seeing Harry stuck in a rut like this. He barely went out flying anymore either. It seemed to her that besides going to class and patrolling at night, he did little else at all.

Just as she finished chewing the last bits of her food, Hermione looked back up at Harry. “I’m going to the library to work on our Charms paper,” she lied.

Harry just nodded his head. “I should get on that soon.”

It didn’t matter if he did or didn’t. All of the professors were giving him plenty of leeway when it came to his assignments. He’d only turned in four so far that she knew of, yet his grades hadn’t suffered in the slightest.

“I can help you with it on the weekend,” Hermione told him as she stood up.

“Yeah, maybe,” he replied noncommittally, lazily tearing into a piece of bread.

Hermione left him behind with purpose in her step as she headed up towards the library. She didn’t have a concrete idea on how to help Harry out yet, but she knew of someone who might have some idea on how to get started.

With it being the middle of supper, the library was very quiet. Madam Pince was there, eagerly waiting for Professor Sprout to come by and take over her duties so that she could go get herself something to eat too, and she greeted Hermione with a warm smile.

“Is Daphne in?” Hermione asked the old librarian.

“At her usual table,” Madam Pince confirmed. “Do you have another Ancient Runes project that the two of you are starting?”

“Not yet,” Hermione answered. “But I was looking for her help on something.”

“Good luck then,” Madam Pince smiled lightly. “I’ve seen the two of you come up with some brilliant ideas over the years. I’m sure that she’ll be able to help you get to the bottom of whatever it is you’re working on.”

While it wasn’t exactly a secret that Hermione and Daphne were often partners in their Ancient Runes and Arithmancy classes, neither one of them went out of their way to talk about it much either. Hermione didn’t want to accidentally stir up any trouble for Daphne with the other Slytherins, and Daphne only kept a few close friends around herself and chose to speak little to everyone else. So, things worked out smoothly, and as they were the top students in both classes, they were able to push each other to greater heights. And from that blossomed a genuine friendship.

Just as Madam Pince said, Daphne was deep within the library in a small nook where a small table just big enough for two people sat next to a window overlooking the Forbidden Forest. The blond woman sat up with perfect posture, casually examining some text within a tome with their air that she expected to not be disturbed.

The cold glare that raised itself from the tome at the approaching footfalls softened only once Daphne saw that it was Hermione.

“You’re here early,” Daphne commented as she glanced back down at her book. “Don’t tell me that you decided to work on Gertrude’s Metaphoric Malaise too, because I’m not giving up this book until I’m done taking notes on it.”

“No,” Hermione shook her head. “I decided to write my paper on the distinctions and overlaps between various household charms, but that’s not why I’m here.”

“Oh?” Daphne raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow, her interest finally piqued. She leaned back in her chair and scrutinised Hermione’s nervous intensity. “Can I guess why you’re here then?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. Daphne liked to say that she could read people better than they could understand themselves. “Go on then.”

“It has something to do with a boy,” Daphne said knowingly. She didn’t phrase it like a question.

“Yes.”

“You’re trying to figure out how to ask him out.”

“No.”

Daphne furrowed her eyebrows. “You’re… oh, is this about Harry?”

“Yes,” Hermione answered instantly. “He’s—”

“No, no, don’t tell me,” Daphne held her hands up. Once Hermione stopped trying to speak, Daphne clasped her hands together on the table and gently rubbed one of her thumbs against her knuckles in thought. “Is this about him not playing Quidditch? No, you don’t really care about Quidditch. You’ve complained about him being lazy about his Head Boy work, but this seems a bit more serious of an issue than that. Has another girl tried to slip him a love potion again? Or more than one?”

“You were closer on your first two guesses,” Hermione told her.

Daphne paused in thought for a moment before her face lit up. “You’re looking for ideas on how to help him look like less of a shell of himself right?”

“I wouldn’t exactly use those words, but yes,” Hermione finally admitted.

“Well, the answer’s obvious, right?” Daphne asked rhetorically as she stared at Hermione like she was an utter dunderhead for not already knowing the answer. “He killed Voldemort, and now he doesn’t feel like his life has any purpose. Even the old things he used to enjoy aren’t very fun for him anymore, and I wouldn’t be surprised if his very public breakup with Ginny had something to do with him avoiding Quidditch. He needs to know that life is still worth living and that it’s okay to have fun again.”

“Exactly!” Hermione exclaimed, cringing a moment later as she realised how loud she’d been. She leaned in closer to Daphne as she spoke a bit quieter. “I really want to help him find the joy in life again. Give him something to look forward to, something to drive him. Do you have any ideas on how to make that happen?”

“Have you thought about shagging him?”

Hermione replayed Daphne’s sentence in her mind half a dozen times before she finally managed to process them.

“Shag him?” Hermione repeated loudly, her eyes going wide in surprise.

“Yeah,” Daphne shrugged. “Just fuck him out of his funk. Men are relatively simple creatures, all things considered. There’s not much that’ll make them happier than a good shag.”

“But… but… but I can’t just…”

“Yes, yes, yes you can,” Daphne teased her. “Let’s not pretend like Harry isn’t the fittest man at Hogwarts. You can’t honestly tell me that you’ve never wondered what could happen between the two of you.”

“Of course I have,” Hermione admitted readily. Didn’t everyone question things like that? “But Harry’s been with Ginny…”

“And now they’re not together anymore,” Daphne pointed out. “You’re single and fit. He’s single and fit. I fail to see the issue here. Worst case, you get to say that you shagged Harry Potter. Best case, it turns out to be the greatest shag of your life and you’ll send me countless gifts thanking me for pushing you to do this.”

Could she really shag Harry? Hermione’s mind stirred with all of the possible outcomes that she could imagine, how their friendship could change, what their future could look like. At first, she took it quite seriously. She imagined a house and children with Harry, them working stable careers, and how wonderful their lives would be. But then she realised she was going too deep into this. Sex could just be for fun.

Maybe all of those things could happen in the future, but Hermione honestly couldn’t say that even though she knew exactly what she wanted the future to hold for her. And if she couldn’t, then how could Harry when he was so lost in his own head?

They couldn’t plan for the future, but they could address the now. And that was two friends having fun together and revelling in the joys of life.

But just trying to imagine herself stripping down in front of Harry with his eyes all over her felt so embarrassing. Hermione’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she imagined how she could go through with something as simple as shagging her best friend.

No one had ever said that she was especially good at love. But there was someone who, despite their limited experience, seemed to have quite a mind for it. And they had a similar taste in men to Hermione.

“This could work,” Hermione began slowly as she stared into Daphne’s blue eyes. “But only if you join me too.”

“I… what?” Daphne blinked rapidly in surprise.

“I don’t know if I’m confident enough to do this alone,” Hermione confessed. “Besides, what man hasn’t dreamt of being with two women at once? And I do happen to recall you crying to me in our fifth year one night about Harry going out with Cho and how you wish it was—”

Daphne’s hand covered Hermione’s mouth.

“You swore never to mention that bloody conversation ever again,” Daphne hissed at her before she slowly pulled her hand back.

“Tough,” Hermione replied smugly. “If I’m doing this, then you’re doing it with me.”

Daphne never needed much time to make a decision. She liked to choose quickly and then stuck with it.

“Fine,” Daphne agreed. “But if we’re doing this, then you need to trust me and follow my lead.”

“Deal,” Hermione agreed.

Together, they were going to get Harry out of his funk.

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“Are you sure this looks right?” Hermione asked as she awkwardly tugged at the strap going over her shoulder. “It seems… excessive.”

“That’s the point,” Daphne replied off to the side.

Glancing over, Hermione was once again struck by Daphne’s natural beauty. She was bent over, wearing nothing but the lacy green lingerie that, like Hermione’s, had too many straps for Hermione’s comfort.

Daphne’s long legs led up to her perfectly plump rear and the green fabric that slipped between her cheeks. Two thin straps of green ribbon came up to sit just above her hip bone, holding the thong in place. Her back was arched, pushing out her ample breasts, which were being cupped by two semi-sheer cups of green fabric. Two extra straps crossed from the centre of the underwire band, going over the tops of her breasts, and then reattaching to the straps that went over her shoulders.

She pushed back her long, straight blond hair behind her ears as she leaned in closer to the mirror to ensure that the lining of her green lipstick was exactly to her liking. Once she saw that it was, Daphne smiled at herself and stood up straight.

“You look incredible,” Daphne told Hermione earnestly. “And Harry won’t be able to pick his jaw up off of the floor after he sees you.”

“I’m not sure,” Hermione admitted as she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Daphne had made sure that their outfits contrasted each other’s nicely, but that made Hermione feel even more self conscious about herself.

Sheer, red, thigh-high stockings were attached to a lacy garter belt around her waist. Just underneath it rested her semi-sheer panties that had floral designs that kept drawing her eyes down to it. Daphne had picked out a cute half-cup bra for Hermione that just barely let the outline of her pink nipples shine through. There were then two straps that went over her shoulders that had had a choker connected to it that tied snugly around Hermione’s neck.

In all honesty, Hermione never felt like she’d ever looked more sexy in her life, but next to Daphne…

Daphne came over and rested her head on Hermione’s shoulder as she peered into the mirror too. “You’re going to knock him dead.”

“What if…” Hermione bit her lip. “What if he only has eyes for you? I mean, you’re the most beautiful—”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Daphne said, playfully poking Hermione’s side. “If you think that Harry hasn’t ever fantasised about you or thought that you were the most beautiful witch that he’s ever laid eyes on, then you’re lying to yourself. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he forgets all about me and just pounces on you.”

Hermione giggled quietly. The thought of Harry doing that to her was quite enticing.

“Just remember the plan” Daphne continued. “Harry will absolutely love it.”

“Okay,” Hermione nodded, feeling a bit more confident with Daphne by her side. “We should wait by the door. Harry should be here any minute.

Given the fact that she’d been the one to create the patrol routes, Hermione didn’t even need to use the Marauder’s Map to track Harry’s progress. He always took the slow, meandering route that brought him by the Room of Requirement. He would be several minutes late, as always, but Hermione accounted for that in waiting for him.

She willed the door to the Room of Requirement to become transparent so that they could see anyone passing by. At this hour though, the only people likely to cross by were any professors wandering during the late hours or Harry himself. Thankfully, it only took a few minutes of waiting before Hermione spotted Harry coming down from the far end of the corridor.

“Alright,” Hermione murmured to herself, trying to settle the nervous butterflies that filled her stomach. She gripped her wand tightly as Daphne positioned herself by the door.

The moment that Harry stepped in front of it, Daphne yanked the door open.

“Accio Harry’s robes!” Hermione called out.

Suddenly, Harry yelped as his entire body was yanked sharply to the side and thrown into the Room of Requirement. Hermione cancelled the spell before Harry could actually collide with her, but what she hadn’t expected was to find his wand poking her chin.

“Harry!” Hermione cried out. “It’s me! Hermione!”

“What the…” Harry muttered as he pulled back and stowed his wand. “Hermione? What the hell are you doing? And what are you wear…”

His voice trailed off as he looked her body up and down. Hermione felt terribly exposed, but she didn’t try to shy away from his gaze.

Daphne laughed loudly. “Told you that he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of you.”

He glanced back at her with another choked sound of surprise before his head snapped back to Hermione. “What’s going on here?” He asked.

Hermione sucked in a deep breath. “We’re here to break you out of your funk.”

“I think he’s going to need a little more than that,” Daphne chuckled as she walked over to stand with them. “What Hermione means is that she really hates seeing the way you’ve been these past few months.”

Harry glanced away instinctively. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, come on, Harry,” Hermione whined, grabbing his shoulders. “You can’t keep pretending like nothing is wrong. You always talk about how busy you are and all of these responsibilities you have to keep up with, but you never seem to try to fulfil any of them with any kind of care or excitement. You look like you’re just going through the motions day after day, completely lifeless, and it’s worrying me so much.”

“I… I’m sorry that I’ve been worrying you,” Harry managed to say after a few moments. “But really, I’m fine.”

“Then tell me one thing that you’re actually looking forward to,” Hermione demanded.

Harry opened his mouth and nothing came out. His forehead scrunched up, and then after several seconds, he managed to speak. “The Christmas holidays will be nice, I guess.”

“You guess?” Daphne snorted. “What a ringing endorsement.”

Hermione ignored her friend. “When’s the last time you’ve actually had a little bit of fun?”

“I have fun all the time,” Harry protested.

“Really? Like when?”

“When I’m talking with you,” he argued.

“Anything else?”

The fact that Harry couldn’t come up with an answer hurt Hermione terribly.

“You never hang around any of the Gryffindor parties anymore,” Hermione pointed out. “You barely go out on your broomstick, you don’t try in classes, even helping other people with their problems doesn’t bring a real, genuine smile to your face anymore. I think that you’re so caught up in everything that you’ve been through and lost that you can’t begin to look towards the future.”

“And so what if I can’t?” Harry huffed. “I’ve been through a lot, Hermione.”

“I know,” she said more gently. “But I hate to see you still suffering day after day. It feels like you’re wallowing and that you aren’t even trying to get better. I’ve been trying to help you for weeks now, but nothing seems to be working.”

“So you what… dress up in lingerie to excite me or something?” Harry questioned.

“Actually, the idea was for you to have sex with us,” Daphne interjected with a cheeky grin. “It was my idea.”

Harry groaned and buried his face into his hands. “Look, this is a nice idea and all, but I just… I don’t even know where to start with this.”

“Fine,” Daphne shrugged. “I can show you where to start.”

Before Hermione realised what was happening, she found her lips pressed against Daphne’s. The blond-haired woman wrapped her arms around Hermione’s back and pulled her close so that their breasts were squeezing against each other. Daphne moaned into the kiss, and the initial surprise faded enough from Hermione that she could enjoy the kiss as well.

After several seconds, Daphne pulled back. “You can leave if you want. Or stay and watch. I don’t really care. I came here to have some fun sex and enjoy life. If that’s something that you want to do, then great. We’d be happy for you to join us. Otherwise, we aren’t going to let your sulking ruin a good night for us.”

“Daphne,” Hermione chastised her friend.

“He can play pretend all he likes,” Daphne argued. “You can even see the outline of his cock in his trousers. He’s getting hard, but he’s holding himself back.”

Hermione couldn’t help but glance down and… oh sweet Merlin… he looked bigger than Hermione imagined.

“You could join us,” Daphne told him. “All you need to do is ask.”

“I…” he smacked his lips like his mouth was dry.

“Too timid? Daphne teased him. “Then I guess you don’t want us after all.”

“No!” Harry exclaimed, reaching out to grab them but stopping himself at the last minute. “I do… I just wasn’t expecting any of this. Especially not…”

His eyes fell upon her again, and Hermione blushed brightly.

“As much as you’ve dreamt about fucking her, I guarantee that she can match you in those filthy dreams of hers,” Daphne grinned and spanked Hermione’s ass.

Yelping in surprise, Hermione playfully shoved Daphne backwards, which turned into the two women pushing each other back and forth as all of their sensual bits jiggled enticingly for Harry’s gaze.

“I think that’s enough,” Harry said as he grabbed their arms to pause their little game.

“So do I,” Daphne smirked. “Now, why don’t you sit down on the sofa and let Hermione and I treat you to pleasures unlike any that you’ve had before.”

Now, it was Harry’s turn to blush. As he walked over to the sofa, Daphne winked confidently at Hermione. “We’ll get him to relax,” she promised her. “Now, remember what comes next, yeah?”

Hermione did, but it felt weird doing it. Still, she trusted Daphne and decided to go through with it. She raised her wand and pointed it at Harry’s retreating back, and with a simple swish, all of his clothes disappeared off of his body.

Harry twisted around in surprise, but all that did for the two women was draw their attention to his thick, long cock dangling between his thighs. Hermione was filled with a desperate hunger to touch his shaft, and her feet carried her over to him before she realised what was happening.

As Harry sat down on the edge of the sofa, Daphne and Hermione knelt down between his legs.

Hermione couldn’t believe that she was going down on Harry at the same time as Daphne. It sent the most wicked thrill through her body that made her feel so damned naughty in the most delicious way. Their lips clashed together on the tip of Harry’s cock, and Daphne backed off just enough to let Hermione take him into her mouth first. Her lips had to stretch so wide to fit his thick cock inside of her, and once it was, Hermione struggled to keep her teeth from accidentally grazing against his sensitive flesh.

“Oh fuck,” Harry moaned softly as his head fell back.

Daphne spread his legs wider open so that she could go low while Hermione continued on his cock. Her mouth dipped below so that she could suck on his balls gently, adding just another spark of pleasure to his experience.

Hearing him moan like that sent shivers down Hermione’s spine. She bobbed her head as quickly as she dared, letting her tongue swirl all around his cock to coat as much of it with her saliva as she could. As it was, she couldn’t even get halfway down his shaft before the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat and made her gag. She wanted to do better, but she just couldn’t.

An excuse to try this again another day, Hermione giggled to herself in her mind.

Hermione tried every little trick that she’d ever heard Lavender and Parvati giggling about late at night when they talked about boys. She sucked hard, hollowing out her cheeks, and let her tongue swish back and forth along the underside of his cock. Feeling his body tense up under her touches made her feel like she was doing something right.

But just as she was getting into a rhythm, Daphne finally came up and started kissing her way up along Harry’s shaft, pushing Hermione’s lips out of the way. Although she desperately wanted to keep sucking Harry’s cock to see just what she could do, Hermione relented and allowed her friend a turn.

Daphne was clearly the more experienced one out of the two of them. She didn’t struggle as much as Hermione did to take Harry’s cock into her mouth or even further beyond that. Hermione couldn’t believe how deep Daphne went; Harry’s cock had to be buried deep within her throat. Harry brushed Daphne’s hair back behind her ears to keep things from getting too messy as she slowly pulled back.

“I’ve been dying to see what this thing would feel like inside of me,” Daphne told Harry as she stood up.

Eagerly, Harry got up too and headed for the bed. As he laid down, Daphne climbed on top of his lap and aligned his cock with her sopping wet pussy. Hermione climbed onto the bed too and watched in awe as Daphne’s labia parted to accept Harry’s thick shaft.

“It feels like you’re splitting me in half,” Daphne groaned as she finally sank all the way down to the base of his cock.

Hermione curled up next to Harry, enjoying his reaction as he stared up in awe at Daphne. “Having fun yet?” She whispered playfully in his ear.

“Are you kidding me?” Harry snorted, letting out a brief laugh. “This is fucking fantastic.”

With a beaming smile on her lips, Hermione kissed Harry. It was a move made entirely instinctively, and yet it felt so perfectly right. His lips melted against hers, and she quickly lost herself the sheer pleasure of snogging her best friend. But what was even better was that she felt that sparking connection inside of her that she’d always craved. He felt right with her, and in that moment, Hermione knew that this wasn’t going to be the last time that she slept with Harry.

Having adjusted to his girth, Daphne started bouncing on Harry’s cock with a look of pure bliss on her face. And Harry looked just as overjoyed as he grabbed her ass with one hand and wrapped his other arm around Hermione.

Even though she wasn’t the one he was inside of, Hermione was simply delighted to see Harry looking like his old self again. Granted, she hadn’t ever seen him in a sexual situation like this, but it was just good enough to see him smiling again. And the sheer pleasure that came with kissing him made it even better for her.

As they kissed, Harry’s hand slowly snaked its way along her back, tickling her in just the right way. Hermione arched her back, pushing her breasts against his side until he got the hint and found the clasp at the back of her bra. He unhooked it fine, but Hermione had to reach up to remove the choker itself so that the entire bra could be taken off.

When she tossed it aside, Harry roughly groped one of her breasts and thrust up in time to meet Daphne’s downward thrust as she slammed hard onto him. She cried out lewdly, planting her hands firmly on his chest and closing her eyes tight as she kept bouncing frantically on his cock. She looked like a woman possessed, and Hermione only hoped that she could muster up an equal performance when her turn came around.

“So fucking big,” Daphne moaned again, her thighs trembling.

Hermione recognised the signs before Harry did. She couldn’t believe that Daphne was cumming only after a couple of minutes of ridding Harry’s cock. If he really felt that good, then she was in for a world of trouble when her turn came.

She kissed Harry again, sealing their lips together just as Daphne began to cum atop his cock. Her entire body entered into a seizure-like spasm as she fought to stay steady on top of him, and once the moment passed, she simply rode out the remainder of her pleasure. Meanwhile, Harry was gasping wildly into her mouth, an expression of just how good Daphne must’ve felt wrapped around him.

Daphne looked dumbstruck as she collapsed forward, landing beside Harry on the bed with his cock still buried inside of her pussy. He quickly shimmied out from underneath, resulting in an annoyed groan from Daphne, who was clearly too exhausted to move from her place on the bed.

Suddenly, Harry rolled himself above Hermione, and his wet cock slapped against her cloth-covered pussy. Her breathing hitched sharply, but she nodded eagerly when Harry fingered the waistband of her panties. He pulled the fabric aside and lined himself up with her core. His cock felt impossibly massive, not that she’d ever had much to compare it to besides her own fingers and a few toys.

Unlike with Daphne, Harry hesitated. “Are you sure that—”

Hermione stopped him with a kiss. “Harry James Potter, if you don’t fuck me right now I’ll—”

That was all she needed to say for him to follow her will. His long, thick shaft pressed forward inch by inch, spreading her walls wide around him and satisfying the burning heat deep within her core. Hermione’s mouth opened into a wordless scream as every last bit of his cock filled her up.

“Perfect,” Harry groaned into her ear. “So fucking good.”

Hermione lit up at hearing him sing her praises so much that her walls contracted painfully around his cock just as he was trying to pull back. He hissed a curse under his breath and instinctively jerked forward, filling her all the way up again. She moaned in delight at feeling him complete her, but the sensation only lasted for a fraction of a second before he started to fuck her properly.

This time, Hermione’s body didn’t try to stop her movements. She relaxed, feeling his cock steadily slide back until just the tip was inside of her, and then he thrust into her and Hermione felt like she was going to collapse from the pleasure.

Her back arched up off of the mattress, another moan escaping her lips as her sensitive nipples touched his muscular chest. He slammed into her again, pressing his pelvis to her clit, and Hermione nearly cried from how good it felt.

“Fuck, Harry, more, please!” Hermione cried out as her nails dug into his back. Whatever pain he must’ve felt from that was clearly outweighed by the pleasure, because Harry did exactly as she asked. He picked up the pace, slamming into her harder and faster than before.

Hermione felt like her entire world was coming undone. Her body was trembling with need, and Harry was steadily working to satisfy it. His cock felt so perfect inside of her tight pussy that she couldn’t imagine going a day without feeling it inside of her. Her toes curled as she wrapped her legs around his waist and helped to pull him into her.

“Isn’t he divine?” Daphne moaned as she suddenly appeared above Hermione’s head. The blond captured her lips in a sweet kiss while her fingers tweaked Hermione’s nipples playfully until she was squealing into Daphne’s mouth.

Breathless and filled with pleasure, Hermione could do little more than make loving faces up at Harry and hold him close to her as he continued to fuck her. Daphne moved around on the bed, giving Harry’s ass a spank as she passed by, until she laid down right next to Harry. She must’ve taken off all of her lingerie, because her breasts were bouncing on her chest in time with Hermione’s as the bed rocked beneath the two of them.

Hermione felt herself growing desperately close to the cliff’s edge, and so she urged Harry on with her body to move faster and faster. None of her felt in any way inferior to Daphne’s body. In fact, feeling Harry’s gaze upon her relight Hermione’s confidence. She moaned beneath him and let him understand just how good he was making her feel as she quickly rose towards her peak.

When the moment hit, Hermione nearly cried from the sensation. It was like an overwhelming wave that crashed over her entire body and left her gasping for air. Never before had she felt anything close to this special moment.

She came so hard that she was left seeing stars. Her vision went white for a moment before colour slowly faded back in, and she was met with Harry’s beautiful, orgasm-filled face. It was then that she felt his seed being shot deep into her womb each time his cock throbbed inside of her pussy. Her body responded in kind, helping him to squirt out every last drop until they were both fully satisfied.

Hermione wished that Harry could stay inside of her for longer, but as his cock began to flag, she shifted slightly so that he could roll over and land right in between her and Daphne.

“Feeling better?” She asked Harry as her fingers danced across his chest.

“Much,” he chuckled.

“Good,” Hermione said before she kissed him. “Because Daphne was the one to come up with this idea, and I don’t think that you’ve cum in her yet.”

Suddenly, as if only now realising the potential implications of it all, Harry’s eyes shot open wide. “Oh, fuck, I came in you and—”

“Don’t worry about it,” Hermione giggled. “Daphne got us potions to protect ourselves from any unintentional consequences. We’ll take them in the morning. Unless… you’d rather we not.”

Harry stammered for several seconds at the implication of Hermione’s words before Daphne burst out laughing.

“You’re too easy to fool,” Daphne exclaimed as she prodded Harry’s side. “Of course, we wouldn’t let you get us pregnant until you married us first.”

“Married?” Harry replied, his eyes widening.

Hermione laughed too. “She’s just winding you up. Unless…”

This was going to be a fun night.