Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).
Harry stood in the living room doorway, staring up the dark staircase like it was the entrance to Azkaban.
The house had finally gone quiet. Mrs Weasley and Apolline had retired to their rooms an hour ago, their wine-fuelled laughter fading into comfortable silence. The twins and Ron had stumbled up to bed not long after, their snores already echoing through the walls. Bill and Fleur had disappeared even earlier, and Harry tried very hard not to think about what sounds might be coming from behind their closed door.
Which left him alone in the living room, dreading the journey to the attic.
I should really start carrying the invisibility cloak, Harry thought miserably. These situations keep happening.
The problem was simple: to get to the attic, he had to pass through the girls' room. The room where Hermione was almost certainly lying awake, replaying the image of his cum-soaked cock flopping out of Gabrielle's pussy. The room where Gabrielle was probably lounging about in something obscene, ready to pounce. The room where Ginny would no doubt find some way to make the whole situation even more mortifying.
He'd been waiting for them to go up first. Hoping that if he gave them enough time, they'd all be asleep by the time he crept through.
But he couldn't stay down here forever. And the fire was dying.
Just get it over with, Harry told himself. Walk through quickly. Don't make eye contact. Climb the ladder. Sleep.
He took a deep breath and started up the stairs.
The Burrow creaked around him with every step, the old wood protesting his presence like it was trying to announce his arrival. By the time he reached the top floor, his heart was pounding harder than it had any right to.
The door to the girls' room was slightly ajar. Soft light spilled through the gap. And voices. Giggling.
Harry paused, his hand hovering over the door. He should knock. That was the polite thing to do. After the incident with Hermione's tits on his first night, he'd learned his lesson about barging in.
But something about those giggles made him hesitate. They sounded... conspiratorial.
"...can't believe you just stood there!" That was Ginny's voice, barely muffled by the door.
"What was I supposed to do?" Hermione's voice, mortified. "I was in shock!"
"You were staring." Gabrielle, sounding far too pleased with herself. "I saw you. You could not look away from 'is cock."
"I was NOT staring!"
"From what Gabrielle described, you were definitely staring," Ginny said, grinning. "Not that I blame you. It's a very impressive cock."
Harry's face burned. They were talking about him. About his cock. About the absolute disaster that had been the living room incident.
He should announce himself. Clear his throat. Give them a chance to change the subject.
Instead, he pushed the door open.
Three heads swivelled toward him in unison.
The scene that greeted Harry was enough to make his brain short-circuit.
All three witches were piled onto Hermione's bed, lounging like some sort of debauched sleepover.
Ginny was in his old Quidditch jersey again, the one with POTTER emblazoned across the back. The hem barely covered her arse, her toned thighs on full display, and Harry already knew from experience that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Gabrielle had once again chosen her sheer nightgown, the thin fabric doing absolutely nothing to hide her perfect Veela body. Her pink nipples were clearly visible through the material, her full breasts swaying gently with each breath.
But it was Hermione who made Harry's cock surge to immediate, painful attention.
She was wearing something she clearly hadn't chosen herself. A tiny crop top that barely covered her breasts, leaving a generous strip of underboob visible with every breath. The fabric was so thin he could see the outline of her nipples pressing against it. Below, she wore nothing but a matching thong, the tiny scrap of lace doing nothing to hide the curves of her perfect arse.
Her face was crimson with embarrassment, her arms crossed over her chest in a futile attempt at modesty. She looked mortified. She looked gorgeous. She looked like every fantasy Harry had ever had about his best friend come to life.
"Harry!" Hermione squeaked, pulling a pillow over her lap. "We were just... I mean, they were... it's not..."
"We were talking about your cock," Ginny said cheerfully.
Harry choked.
"We were NOT!" Hermione protested, her blush somehow deepening.
"We were," Gabrielle confirmed, stretching languidly on the bed in a way that made her nightgown ride up her thighs. "Specifically, about 'ow 'Ermione could not stop staring at it zis afternoon."
"I wasn't staring! I was just... surprised! You can't just... that's not... it was RIGHT THERE!"
Ginny patted the bed beside her. "Come sit down, Harry. We need to talk about something."
Every fiber of Harry's being screamed that this was a bad idea. The last time he'd gotten this close to Ginny, he'd ended up fucking her into her own mattress. The last time he'd been near Gabrielle, he'd pumped her full of his cum while Hermione watched. And Hermione... sweet, brilliant, suddenly-half-naked Hermione...
He sat down on the bed anyway.
The mattress dipped under his weight, and suddenly he was surrounded by witch. Ginny pressed against his left side, Gabrielle materialised on his right, and Hermione sat across from him, still clutching that pillow like a lifeline.
"Here's the thing," Ginny said, her hand landing on Harry's thigh with casual familiarity. "Hermione has a problem."
"I do NOT have a problem!"
"She's been absolutely insufferable since this afternoon," Ginny continued, ignoring Hermione entirely. "Pacing around the room, can't sit still, keeps making these little frustrated noises..."
"Zey are very cute noises," Gabrielle added, her fingers tracing patterns on Harry's other thigh.
Hermione made a strangled sound of protest.
"The point is," Ginny said, "our dear Hermione saw something today that she can't stop thinking about. And she's too much of a prude to do anything about it herself."
"I am not a prude!"
"So we've decided to help her."
Harry's brain was working overtime trying to process what was happening. "Help her... how, exactly?"
Ginny and Gabrielle exchanged a look that made Harry's stomach flip.
Before he could react, before he could even think about moving, Ginny reached over and grabbed the bottom of Hermione's crop top. In one swift motion, she yanked it up and over Hermione's head, sending it flying across the room.
Hermione shrieked, her arms flying up to cover herself. But Gabrielle was faster, catching her wrists and pulling them gently but firmly to her sides.
"Non, non," Gabrielle chided. "Let 'Arry see."
And Harry saw.
Hermione's tits were even more perfect than he remembered from that first night. Full and round, the soft flesh trembling with her rapid breathing, her pink nipples already stiffening in the cool air. They were the tits he'd been fantasising about for years, since before he even understood what the feelings meant. The tits of his best friend, finally bare before him, while she squirmed in Gabrielle's grip.
"Ginny!" Hermione's voice was high-pitched, desperate. "What are you... you can't just..."
"Shh," Ginny soothed. "Look at Harry's face. Look at how much he wants you."
Hermione's eyes met Harry's, and whatever she saw there made her protests die in her throat. Because Harry wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. His gaze was locked on her tits, his cock straining against his trousers so hard it was almost painful, his breathing heavy.
"Seven years," Ginny murmured, her hand sliding higher on Harry's thigh. "You two have been dancing around each other for seven bloody years. Everyone can see it. The way you look at each other. The way you find excuses to touch."
"She is right," Gabrielle agreed, releasing Hermione's wrists now that she'd stopped fighting. "Ze tension between you... it is delicious. But enough is enough, oui?"
Harry couldn't form words. His brain had abandoned higher thought entirely, focused solely on the vision of Hermione sitting before him, topless, her face flushed and her tits heaving.
Ginny's hand found his cock through his trousers, and he groaned.
"Someone's eager," she observed, giving him a squeeze. "Let's help him out, shall we?"
Hermione watched, frozen, as Ginny made quick work of Harry's belt. His trousers came down, and then his boxers, and then his cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach with an audible sound.
The noise Hermione made was somewhere between a gasp and a whimper.
"See?" Gabrielle said, sounding impossibly smug. "Zis is what you could not stop staring at. What you 'ave been zinking about all evening."
"I wasn't..." But Hermione's protest was weak, her eyes fixed on Harry's cock like it was the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen. Which, Harry supposed, it might have been. It was certainly the biggest cock she'd ever seen.
Ginny took Hermione's hand and tugged her forward. "Go on, then. Touch it."
"I can't just... I mean, we should... there should be some sort of..."
"Touch. It."
Hermione's fingers wrapped around Harry's shaft.
Fucking hell.
It was such a simple thing. Just her hand on his cock. But it was Hermione's hand. Hermione, who he'd known for years. Hermione, who had saved his life more times than he could count. Hermione, who was now stroking him with tentative, curious movements, her eyes wide as she explored his length.
"Merlin," she breathed. "It's so... I mean, I knew it was big, but..."
"It barely fit in my mouz," Gabrielle offered helpfully. "And it felt even bigger in my pussy."
Hermione's stroke faltered. Her cheeks burned.
"Don't just use your hand," Ginny instructed, guiding Hermione lower. "Use your mouth."
"I've never..."
"Then it's time to learn."
Hermione hesitated, her face inches from Harry's cock, her breath hot against his sensitive skin. Her eyes flicked up to his, seeking something. Permission, maybe. Encouragement.
"Hermione," Harry managed, his voice hoarse. "You don't have to..."
She looked up at him, her brown eyes fierce. "Shut up, Harry."
And then her lips parted, and she took the head of his cock into her mouth.
Oh, FUCK.
Her mouth was hot and wet and uncertain, her tongue exploring him with the same methodical curiosity she applied to everything. She was clearly inexperienced, her technique more enthusiasm than skill, but Harry didn't care. This was Hermione. Hermione had his cock in her mouth. Hermione was sucking him, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to take more of him, her hands braced on his thighs.
"That's it," Ginny encouraged, her fingers running through Hermione's bushy hair. "Take him deeper."
Hermione obeyed, pushing forward until Harry's cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged, pulling back, her eyes watering.
"Slowly," Gabrielle advised, having circled around behind Hermione. Her hands settled on Hermione's shoulders, guiding her movements. "You do not 'ave to take all of it at once. Just... enjoy 'im."
Hermione tried again, more carefully this time. She found a rhythm, bobbing her head slowly, using her tongue to swirl around his head each time she pulled back. It was clumsy and imperfect and absolutely incredible.
Harry groaned, his hands fisting in the bed sheets. "Hermione... that feels..."
She looked up at him through her lashes, his cock still in her mouth, and the sight nearly undid him completely. Her brown eyes were dark with desire, her lips stretched around his shaft, her cheeks flushed. She looked like everything he'd ever wanted.
"She's good at zis," Gabrielle observed, her hands sliding down Hermione's back. "A natural."
"She's brilliant at everything," Harry managed.
Hermione hummed around his cock in response, and Harry's hips jerked involuntarily.
Ginny grinned. "Careful. Keep doing that and he'll cum down your throat before the main event."
Hermione pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. "Main event?"
"You didn't think we brought you this far just for a blowjob, did you?" Ginny's grin was wicked. "You've been wet since you saw his cock this afternoon. Don't try to deny it."
Hermione's mouth opened to protest, but Ginny was already tugging at her arm, pulling her up from her kneeling position. Hermione rose unsteadily, her legs trembling, and Ginny's hands found the waistband of her thong.
"Let's get rid of these, shall we?"
The thong slid down Hermione's thighs and came away glistening.
"Told you," Ginny said triumphantly, tossing the ruined underwear aside. She spun Hermione around to face the headboard. "On your hands and knees. Go on."
Hermione complied, lowering herself onto all fours in the centre of the bed, her movements shaky with anticipation. Her arse was raised, presented to Harry like an offering, and now he could see everything. The soft curves of her cheeks. The glistening folds of her pussy. The way she trembled with barely contained need.
Ginny grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him forward. "Go on, then. She's been waiting for this for years. Don't make her wait any longer."
Harry positioned himself behind Hermione, his hands settling on her hips. His cock brushed against her entrance, and they both shuddered.
"Harry..." Hermione's voice was barely a whisper. "Please..."
He pushed forward.
Hermione's moan filled the room as his cock stretched her open. She was impossibly wet, her pussy welcoming him with slick heat, but she was also tight, her walls gripping him like she never wanted to let go.
"Oh GOD!" Hermione's head dropped forward, her fingers clutching the sheets. "Oh, you're so... fuck, Harry, you're so BIG!"
Harry pushed deeper, inch by inch, watching his cock disappear into his best friend's cunt. The sight was hypnotic. Her pussy stretched around him, her arousal coating his shaft, her body trembling with each new inch she took.
"Almost," Ginny encouraged, kneeling beside them to watch. "Just a little more..."
With one final thrust, Harry bottomed out, his hips pressing against Hermione's arse, his cock buried as deep as it could go.
For a moment, neither of them moved. They just breathed together, adjusting to the sensation. Harry could feel her pulse fluttering around his cock, could feel the way her body clenched and released in waves.
"You're inside me," Hermione whispered, sounding dazed. "You're actually inside me."
"Yeah," Harry managed, equally stunned. "I am."
"I've wanted this for so long..."
"Me too."
"Zen fuck 'er already!" Gabrielle demanded, her patience apparently exhausted.
Harry pulled back and thrust forward, and Hermione wailed.
He set a rhythm, slow at first, letting her adjust to his size. But Hermione was having none of it. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, demanding more.
"Harder! Harry, please, harder!"
He obliged.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as Harry fucked Hermione with increasing urgency. Her arse bounced with each impact, rippling in ways that made his brain dissolve. Her moans had become continuous, a stream of desperate sounds punctuated by his name.
"Yes! Yes! Oh, FUCK, Harry! Right there! Don't stop!"
Ginny had moved to the head of the bed, watching Hermione's face contort with pleasure. "Look at you. The brightest witch of our age, getting her brains fucked out. Who would have thought?"
"Shut... ah!... shut UP, Ginny!"
"Make me."
Gabrielle had positioned herself beside Harry, her hand on his arse, encouraging his movements. "Faster, 'Arry. Make 'er scream."
Harry grabbed Hermione's hips and pulled her back onto his cock as he thrust forward. The new angle made Hermione shriek, her whole body shuddering.
"THERE! Oh god, right there! Don't you dare stop!"
"She is so loud," Gabrielle observed gleefully. "Ze 'ole 'ouse will 'ear."
"Let them," Harry growled, surprising himself. He was past caring. Past thinking about anything except the feeling of Hermione's cunt gripping his cock, the sight of her arse bouncing against his hips, the sound of her desperate moans.
He fucked her harder, driving into her with everything he had. Years of tension, years of wanting, years of dancing around each other... all of it channeled into the relentless pounding of his hips.
Hermione's arms gave out. She collapsed forward, her face pressing into the mattress, her arse still raised for him. The new position let him go even deeper, and she wailed into the sheets.
"I can't... I'm going to... Harry, I'm so close!"
"Then cum," Harry commanded, his own release building. "Cum on my cock, Hermione."
"Oh GOD!"
Her whole body seized. Her pussy clamped down on him like a vice, spasming around his length in rhythmic pulses. She screamed into the mattress, her fingers tearing at the sheets, her hips bucking wildly against him.
The sensation was too much. Harry felt his balls tighten, felt the pressure building past the point of no return.
"Hermione... I'm going to..."
"Inside!" She pushed back against him desperately. "Please, Harry, inside me! I need to feel you!"
He didn't have the willpower to argue. He had already filled one unprotected cunt today, what was one more? With one final thrust, Harry buried himself to the hilt and came.
His cock pulsed, rope after rope of hot cum flooding Hermione's pussy. He groaned her name, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise, his whole body shaking with the force of his release. He filled her up, pumped her full, gave her every drop he had.
When it was finally over, they collapsed together onto the bed. Harry's cock slipped free, and a flood of cum followed, dripping down Hermione's thighs onto the sheets.
For a long moment, nobody spoke. The only sound was their ragged breathing.
"Well," Ginny said finally, grinning like the cat that got the cream. "That was hot."
"Oui," Gabrielle agreed, fanning herself dramatically. "Very 'ot indeed."
Hermione turned her head, her face flushed and her hair wild. She looked completely fucked out, her eyes glazed with satisfaction.
"Harry," she murmured, reaching back to find his hand. "That was..."
"Yeah," Harry agreed, intertwining their fingers. "It really was."
Ginny flopped back onto the bed beside them, stretching languidly. "I hope you're not too tired, Harry. Gabrielle and I have been watching this whole time, and we're feeling a bit left out."
Harry groaned. "Give me a minute to recover, at least."
"One minute." Ginny held up a finger. "Starting now."
Gabrielle was already crawling toward him, her sheer nightgown doing nothing to hide her intentions. "I zink I can 'elp 'im recover faster..."
Hermione laughed weakly into the pillow. "What have I gotten myself into?"
Harry looked at the three gorgeous witches surrounding him, all of them beautiful, all of them wanting him, and couldn't quite believe this was his life now.
"Happy Christmas to me," he muttered.
Fifty-seven seconds later, Gabrielle's mouth found his cock, and the recovery period was declared officially over.
Disclaimer: This story takes place after Hogwarts. All characters in this story are consenting adults (18+).