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Hermione’s office was quiet, save for the almost rhythmic scratching of her quill against parchment, something that she both enjoyed and was deeply bothered by. She generally enjoyed silence while she worked, something she’d no doubt picked over the years she’d spent inside libraries during her developing years, as noise could be distracting. The problem was that just then, she could have used a distraction.
“Damn it,” she hissed as her quill slipped.
Vanishing one’s ink over a mistake like this could be hazardous because, if you slipped up at all, you could accidentally vanish all of the ink on the page, and considering that she’d almost filled this one with notes on the latest proposal she’d gone over, that would have been an infuriating waste of time. Reaching into her desk, she pulled out her enchanted emerald stylus and carefully erased the mistake. With that done, she finished off her notes and placed them, along with the proposal itself, in her outgoing red box.
“Finally,” she murmured to herself as she saw that she’d emptied the red box that her papers for the morning had come in.
Stacking them up on the right side of her desk, she rested her elbows on it and rubbed her temples, scowling as her traitorous mind turned again to the reason for her agitation. She had joked in the moment that Harry was a relationship virgin, and it had seemed funny at the time, but it became progressively less funny as the realization of just how singularly unaware he was of just what went into a successful relationship.
It shouldn’t have shocked her, truth be told, as everything she’d heard about his aunt and uncle made them seem like, even if they hadn’t been so wretched to him while he was growing up, he still wouldn’t have learned much from them. Their life was a manufactured parody of normalcy, which Harry, being a wizard, had disrupted, and from his description, their marriage was about as fake and sterile as everything else about them. With that as his main influence growing up, and with him having spent so much time avoiding deeper connections altogether, it wasn’t shocking that he wasn’t particularly good at being in one, but the last few weeks had shown her that he had almost everything to learn, and it was beginning to irritate her a bit.
It didn’t help that he’d clearly picked up on this and began to wonder aloud if this wasn’t a good idea. She grumbled to herself as she recalled the end of their most recent argument.
*****
“Hermione, are we making a mistake here?” Harry asked, visibly frustrated.
“What?” Hermione asked, instantly alarmed. “No. I just can’t gallivant off to another continent on a whim without some warning first.”
“I just thought you’d appreciate the surprise,” Harry sighed.
“I appreciate the thought,” Hermione said, shaking her head, “and someday I’d love to see Argentina, but I have responsibilities here and need a little notice about trips like this, especially while the election is still ongoing. You don’t need to try this hard, you know.”
“That’s why I’m worried,” Harry muttered. “I don’t want this...what we’re doing to mess up our friendship, and I’m worried that I’m going to ruin both.”
“Hey,” Hermione smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his head down to look at her. “You don’t need to worry about that. Our friendship has weathered a lot over the years, and your inexperience at this whole ‘having an adult relationship’ thing isn’t much. Just try to remember that while you’ve gotten rather used to flitting about the world on a whim, I’m very much not used to that, okay?”
“Okay,” Harry sighed.
*****
Hermione scowled at the memory, not so much the over-the-top gesture that she’d rejected but how his immediate instinct was to pull back. Harry had gotten very used to just leaving when things grew complicated, and she couldn’t help but fear that that was going to be how their nascent relationship was going to end. That fear was making it hard to actually jump into it properly, and while she was otherwise happy with how things were between them, she knew what she wanted and just hoped that Harry stuck around long enough to see if they could build that together.
“Um, ma’am?” Olivia asked through the enchanted coins they kept on their desks.
“Yes?” Hermione asked, happy for the momentary distraction.
“I know they don’t have an appointment, but Daphne Greengrass and Susan Bones are here asking if you have a moment to spare,” Olivia replied.
“Together?” Hermione asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.
“Surprised me too,” Olivia muttered under her breath.
“Lead them inside,” Hermione ordered. “I have my papers finished and ready to be filed.”
“Will do, ma’am,” Olivia said.
A moment later, her private secretary walked inside, followed closely by two of the last people that Hermione would have ever expected to see walking side by side unless it was to enter a dueling arena. She hadn’t seen much of either of them since she started seeing Harry, something she was grateful for since she imagined that it might get awkward, all things considered. As she thought that, she figured that she most likely knew what this was about and tensed.
“Thank you, Olivia,” she smiled as her secretary picked up the red boxes. “That will be all.”
“That one’s been with you a while,” Daphne commented as Olivia closed the door behind her.
“She does her job well,” Hermione smiled tightly. “Please, sit down. What was it that you wanted to discuss with me so urgently that you couldn’t make an appointment?”
“Said we should have just done that,” Susan muttered.
“And I said that I didn’t want to leave our poor undersecretary wondering what we could possibly both want with her,” Daphne said dryly.
“You think too much,” Susan snorted. “There’s only one thing that all three of us have in common, and you know that damn well.”
“So this is about Harry,” Hermione surmised as she stared at the two women in confusion.
She expected animosity between Susan and Daphne for numerous reasons, but that wasn’t what she saw as they sat down in front of her. Instead of remaining tense and wary of the other, with Susan looking like one wrong move on Daphne’s part would lead to violence, they seemed almost comfortable in each other’s presence and were bickering like her and Ron used to do in school. It was odd to put it mildly.
“Yes,” Daphne replied. “I understand you and Harry have begun seeing each other.”
“And how exactly do you know that?” Hermione asked, not bothering to deny it. Things between her and Harry were still new, and they weren’t being exceptionally public with their relationship, but she wasn’t about to lie about it either.
“Blondie here has her ways,” Susan replied before Daphne could. “She would have made a great CI if I could have gotten her on anything.”
“You know perfectly well that I keep my nose clean, Susan,” Daphne chuckled, earning an enthusiastic eyeroll from Susan.
“Should I check for polyjuice?” Hermione asked half-seriously. “You two seem almost friendly.”
“We’ve gotten to know each other a little better over the last little while,” Daphne smiled.
“Daphne’s not quite the bitch I always imagined,” Susan snarked.
“Nor are you as much of a neanderthal as you appear,” Daphne replied in kind.
“Anyway, we did want to talk to you about Harry,” Susan said, changing the subject. “How go things with you two?”
“I don’t think that’s really any of your business,” Hermione replied primly.
“Do you just beat your confessions out of people, or are you capable of basic subtly?” Daphne asked with a long-suffering tone.
“She’s not a perp, and this isn’t an interrogation,” Susan replied. “You two have been together for a little while, which means you’ve already picked up on just how flighty he’s become over the last several years. My guess would be that you’ve already seen signs that he’s itching to bolt, not because you’ve done anything wrong, but because he’s really gotten used to doing that.”
That hit way too close to home, and despite herself, Hermione flinched.
“Sorry,” Daphne said, glaring at Susan, “but we both got to know Harry somewhat well during our brief acquaintances and…”
“No, you’re right,” Hermione sighed. “I’m already beginning to wonder if he’s going to stick around because, as much as he seems to want to…”
“He’s picked up some really annoying habits,” Susan muttered. “All it took was us losing our cools once, and neither of us have heard from him in weeks.”
“Well, he assumed that neither of you would want to and decided to just end things quietly,” Hermione replied. “I’d be lying if I said that seeing how easily he made that decision wasn’t a little unnerving.”
“The man spent years traveling from place to place and keeping everyone at arm’s length,” Daphne said. “He’s become very good at cutting people loose and moving on because it’s all he did for ages.”
“Which is a great foundation for any relationship,” Hermione muttered before shaking her head. “Look, if all you two came to do was poke your noses into my business, you caught me at just the right moment to get a little out of me, but I do have more work that I need to get done today, so if you’d be so kind…”
“That’s not actually why we came at all,” Daphne replied. “We actually have a proposal of sorts.”
“What in the world could you two have come up with together?” Hermione asked, knowing just how much the two women diverged on their basic political ideas.
“It’s not a policy proposal,” Daphne replied. “How familiar are you with the wizengamot’s rules on seat inheritance?”
“Familiar enough that I’d take a crowbar to them if I could,” Hermione replied dryly.
“As would most,” Susan muttered, “but sadly, you need unanimity in the chamber to amend its rules, and you’d never get that.”
“Susan is the last of her line, and I have neither brothers nor any desire to foist the responsibility of preserving the Greengrass seat on my sister,” Daphne replied. “For either of us to ensure that we could pass on our seats, we’d have to either enter into line continuation matches or marry men and hope that we have two sons because a daughter can’t inherit a seat from her mother and no pureblood would allow his only son to inherit his wife’s seat.”
“The blood restrictions for female seat holders are also much more strict than they are for men,” Susan pointed out.
“Right,” Hermione said. “You said yourself that getting the wizengamot to unanimously agree to change the rule would be all but impossible, so I don’t get how I could help you.”
“Oh, I’m not suggesting that we try that,” Daphne smiled. “I’m suggesting that we all help each other out with Harry.”
“I...what?” Hermione asked, staring at the blonde in shock.
“That’s about the reaction I expected,” Susan muttered, shaking her head.
“Harry has commitment issues; we all want him, and together, we could not only ensure that Susan and my lines wouldn’t go legally extinct, but I’m confident that we could entice him to ignore his more irritating instincts,” Daphne continued, unfazed by the brunette’s reaction.
“I...I...I…” Hermione sputtered. “How in the world could you ever think that I’d agree to something like this? I’m running for minister, for goodness sake! Do you have any idea what an absolute field day the press would have with the knowledge that I was even entertaining something this utterly bizarre?”
“Actually, it would win you significant points with the pureblood crowd,” Susan replied. “Helping to keep not one but two of the old families in the wizengamot would impress a lot of the people you’re least popular with.”
“More to the point, though, it would come with my endorsement,” Daphne added.
“You...you would seriously use the election for something like this?” Hermione asked incredulously.
“Not for free,” Daphne replied. “The only way that I could sell this to my allies would be to convince them that I was hedging my bets and making sure that, no matter who won the race, our interests would be looked after. Selling that lie would take some minor moderation on your part, but I’m sure if the three of us put our heads together, we could come up with a platform that would satisfy us all.”
“There’s a month left before the election,” Hermione said dryly.
“And you’re currently down by seven points,” Daphne pointed out. “I’m polling at eight, and while not all of my support would automatically shift to you, I’m reasonably confident that my endorsement would move you within the margin of error for these polls. From there, with Harry’s endorsement as well, you’d have a genuine shot.”
“I seriously can’t believe that you’re trying to tie these things together,” Hermione muttered. “Even if I was inclined to share a boyfriend or husband as you envision down the line, what makes you think that the three of us could pull that off? We aren’t exactly friends.”
“A certain degree of scheduling would be required,” Daphne admitted, “and as for us not being friends, I think we could get along well enough if we tried. Look at Susan and me.”
“Daphne has a way of growing on you,” Susan said. When Daphne looked pleased by the comment, she smirked and added, “A bit like fungus that way.”
The blonde glared at her for a moment, making her smile.
“Look, perhaps things will turn out perfectly well for you two, and you won’t have to even think about what we discussed here ever again,” Daphne said, “but if it looks like Harry remains as reluctant to settle down as I suspect he is, it never hurts to make a guy an offer he can’t refuse.”
“Anyway, I need to get back to work,” Susan sighed, standing up. “For the record, I didn’t think there was a chance in hell that you’d agree to this, but Daphne insisted that it was worth offering. See you both around.”
“I guess you two both accepted long ago that this would be a distinct possibility for you,” Hermione muttered as Daphne lingered around. “Not with Harry, specifically, of course, but in general.”
“Whereas you come from a muggle background and have never even considered anything like this,” Daphne remarked. “Truth be told, for as busy as you are, this might not be the worst thing in the world, Hermione. You’d never have to worry about missing an important dinner if one of us could fill in, so to speak.”
Hermione scowled briefly at that, though she reluctantly admitted to herself that missing things because of work happened often enough as I was with her being single.
“I think the jealousy would become a problem quickly enough,” she said. “You really think that you wouldn’t become jealous of Susan eventually? You think that you wouldn’t end up worrying that she and Harry or whoever were closer than you were to him?”
“I think that I could command his attention easily enough,” Daphne smirked, “and for that matter, so could you.”
Hermione didn’t say anything in response to that. She might not have the same self-esteem issues that she’d had as a teenager, but she still knew that Susan and Daphne were both more attractive than her, and she’d be lying if she said that didn’t add to her existing reluctance.
“Look, if you want to test out how well you can handle your jealousy, I do have a couple things that you could watch,” Daphne offered.
“Why would I...what are those?” Hermione asked as the blonde pulled a couple vials containing a silvery mist.
“Memories,” Daphne replied.
“I know that,” Hermione snapped. “What are they memories of?”
“One is a memory of my time with Harry, and the other is Susan’s,” Daphne replied. “There’s no point in even considering this if you don’t think that you could accept it, and watching these with your own eyes could tell you one way or the other.”
“That would suggest that I am considering it,” Hermione muttered.
“Still, I’ll leave them with you,” Daphne said, setting the vials down on her desk. “They are for your eyes only.”
“I’m not about to spread memories of private moments around,” Hermione huffed as Daphne turned and left.
“Utterly mad, the both of them,” she thought to herself, surprised more by Susan than by Daphne, who she was half-convinced was just screwing with her.
Looking down at the vials, she wondered what exactly the memories contained. Harry’s brief relationships with them had been mostly physical, as far as she knew, so they were unlikely to be intimate moments of genuine feeling between them. Her first thought was that they were probably the closest things to that that Daphne could give her and that she’d done it to undermine her and shake her confidence. She’d expect that of her frequent political rival, manipulative creature that she was, but she wouldn’t have thought Susan would go along with something like that.
“It’s also possible that she was being genuine,” the brunette thought to herself. “If she really does want me to go along with this insanity, maybe these are just quiet date moments between them to give me a chance to see how I’d react to seeing such things.”
Shaking her head, she picked them up and placed them in her desk drawer, promising to give them to Susan later on, but as she got back to work, a lingering curiosity welled up within her. She did love a mystery, and what exactly the memories contained certainly was one.
“Harry does have a pensieve I could use,” she thought to herself as she tapped her fingers on her desk.
“Damn it,” she muttered to herself as her curiosity got the better of her.
Reaching inside her desk, she placed the vials in her pocket and shook her head. She could return the memories to Susan later on, after she’d found out what exactly they were of.
*****
“Keep talking like that, and you’ll never be rid of me,” Harry chuckled, and she grinned.
Pushing him back, she straddled him and kissed him deeply, not minding that she could taste herself on his tongue at all. As the two kissed passionately, she reached down to grab his cock and, after taking a second to line herself up, sank down to the base in a single movement.
“Holy shit,” Harry hissed, looking up at her in shock as she took him quickly.
His massive cock felt amazing inside her, and she clenched her eyes shut as she enjoyed the feeling of being stretched by his girth. Harry went still, giving her a moment to get used to him, and, fighting back a smirk, she started fluttering her inner muscles around him.
“You like that?” Susan asked, opening her eyes and grinning wickedly at the look on his face. “I’ve trained my whole body, Harry, including my pussy.”
“Fuck me,” Harry groaned as she continued to squeeze her inner muscles around his cock.
“This is the other reason that I’ve rarely had use for men,” Susan said. “No one’s ever managed to last with me. Do you think you’ll be any different?”
He grinned at her openly challenging him and said, “I think I’ve already proved that I’m no normal man.”
“True,” Susan replied. “I guess I just need to find out if you’re as good with your cock as you are with your wand and your tongue.”
Without another word, she placed her hands on his chest and began riding him hard. She squeezed tightly each time she rose up along his cock and relaxed when she descended back down, milking him in a way she doubted he often experienced. This was why she was usually too much for most men, one of the reasons, anyway, but as Harry showed yet again, he truly wasn’t most men. As her breasts began to bounce from the force of her riding him, he craned his head up and caught one of her nipples between his lips.
“Oh fuck,” Susan sighed, and Harry grinned.
“Oh, Susan?” Harry asked, grinning devilishly. “You know those inner muscles you mentioned?”
“Yeah?” Susan asked.
Leaning in, Harry whispered, “I had heard of them before.”
Susan’s eyes widened as he grinned at her, and then she cried out as he began thrusting up into her in time with her movements, pounding her pussy.
“Holy fuck!” she cried out as he grazed one of her nipples with his teeth.
“Thanks to my work strengthening them, I can last pretty much indefinitely,” Harry rumbled, reaching down to stroke her clit.
“Staying power, a big cock, and your tongue vibrates?” Susan asked, laughing lightly. “I hope you’re planning on staying in Britain for a while.”
Harry grinned up at her and said, “I could be convinced.”
Hermione stumbled out of the pensieve in a daze, feeling a dozen different emotions warring with her. Never in a million years would she have expected the memories Daphne gave her to be of this nature and how the blonde convinced Susan to hand that particular one over; she had no idea. She should have been furious; she should have felt hurt.
She shouldn’t have been turned on.
“That’s not what sex between us is like,” she thought to herself, her mind unable to focus on anything other than the short snippet of what she imagined was an hours-long battle for dominance between the two.
Sex with Harry was mind-blowing, for while he hadn't gotten much experience with actual relationships over the years, he’d learned plenty of the carnal arts. She had found his experience appealing, knowing that she was in very good hands with him, and the sheer pleasure she’d felt at those hands, not to mention other appendages, had been beyond anything she’d ever known. That said, it was still often very slow and passionate, just how she liked, instead of the frenetic, athletic thing she’d just watched.
She rubbed her thighs together, gasping at just how hot and wet she’d become while her head was in the pensieve, and looked down at the other vial she’d left on the table. Whatever Daphne meant to accomplish by handing her these particular memories, she doubted that it was to turn her on like they had. Whenever Harry got home, he’d be in for a treat.
“I should return Susan’s memory to the vial and chew her out tomorrow when I hand them back for going along with whatever the hell this is,” she thought to herself.
As she finished carefully drawing Susan’s memory out of the pensieve and corking it, Kreacher popped in and said, “Master Harry says to tell you that he will be back in half an hour.”
“Thank you, Kreacher,” Hermione smiled as the elf disappeared.
“Half an hour,” she thought to herself, her gaze lingering on the vial she hadn’t yet opened.
Deciding that she couldn’t properly yell at Daphne unless she knew what both memories were, she dumped it in the pensieve and stuck her head inside. When Harry returned about half an hour later and was jumped almost immediately by a very horny brunette, he wondered what exactly had gotten into her but didn’t question it. He might have been a bit of a novice at relationships, but he knew enough not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
*****
Harry sat next to his fireplace in Grimmauld Place, sipping cognac and trying to decide just how he was going to phrase the numerous questions bouncing around his mind. The past month with Hermione had been great. She was his closest friend and every bit as smart, funny, and passionate as she’d always been. She was patient as well, which was good because he’d needed a degree of patience when he started the first relationship he’d even attempted in nearly a decade and arguably the first real one he’d ever actually been in.
Things were going well, and he was happy to discover that it was surprisingly easy for them to build upon the years of trust and friendship that they had and transition it into something better and deeper. They hardly needed to go through the getting to know each other phase, and even when it came to living together, something that they weren’t nearly at the stage of yet, they had experience there to draw on. If they could live together in that tent during the hellish conditions of the war and not kill each other, he was confident that they could move in together down the line if they decided that they wanted to.
All had been going very well until earlier that day day, when he came across just about the last thing he would have expected to.
“Kreacher, is Hermione here?” Harry asked, having gotten used to her coming over before him if she wasn’t working late.
“She’s in with the pensieve again,” Kreacher replied.
“Pensieve?” Harry asked. “Again?”
“She brings memories with her and sticks her head in the basin,” Kreacher replied. “When she pulls it out, it’s often red for some reason.”
“I see,” Harry said, furrowing his brow.
Over the past couple weeks, Hermione had repeatedly surprised him in his home, getting there before him and jumping him the second he showed up. He never would have imagined that his straight-laced friend would turn out to be such a minx, but she’d been nigh-insatiable each time, far more than she had been the first several times they slept together.
“I wonder what she’s watching,” he thought to himself when a mischievous idea occurred to him.
Disillusioning himself, he flew up to the room he kept the pensieve in and silenced the door as he opened it just enough for him to slip inside. He wasn’t sure what he would find, be it her in the process of using the pensieve, just about to, or finished with it, and was sure that he could have fun in any event. Sadly for him, he found Hermione looking rather frantic as she spoke into her coin.
“I’m sorry, Olivia, could you repeat that?” she practically hissed.
“The minister needs you down here right away, ma’am,” Olivia replied. “Something about a diplomatic incident with the Germans. Whatever it is, he seemed rather upset.”
“Alright, I’m on my way,” Hermione groaned, pocketing her coin and rushing out the door.
Whatever that was about, he hoped it wasn’t serious. As he watched her tear off down the stairs towards the fireplace, he realized that she was rather red-faced, and more than that, she had left whatever memory she was viewing in the pensieve. Undoing his charm, he walked back into the room he’d just left and stared down into the basin filled with a silvery cloud.
“What on Earth has she been looking at before we have sex?” he wondered.
Whatever it was, she found it deeply arousing, as every time she’d rushed up to drag him off to bed, she’d been dripping wet before he even touched her.
“Could it be her memories of us having sex?” he posited aloud, not sure what else it could be.
They’d had the prior lovers talk, and she’d made it very clear that her sex life before they met had never been particularly spectacular, so he doubted it was memories of anyone else.
“I mean, if I’m staring in the memories, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to take a peek,” he reasoned in his mind.
Deciding that that was reason enough, he stuck his head in and plunged into a familiar scene, though not one that he expected. Looking around what was unmistakably Daphne’s manor, his eyes widened in shock as he saw himself buried to the hilt inside the beautiful blonde.
“Oh, Merlin!” Daphne moaned as the head of his cock popped inside her, stretching her inner walls obscenely.
SMACK
Daphne squealed as he spanked her arse hard, and Harry said, “I did warn you about saying any other names.”
“M...more,” Daphne whimpered, clawing at the sheets in front of her.
Harry shook his head as he recalled again what he’d seen in his pensieve. The memory was clearly Daphne’s, as he was confident that Hermione hadn’t managed to pluck it from his head, but that only raised more questions than anything else. Finding out that the second memory she’d left lying around in her haste was of him fucking Susan had added further to that.
The familiar green flames of floo travel sparked then, breaking him out of his reverie, and he downed the last of his cognac as Hermione walked out of the fireplace with a sort of grace it took him over a decade to manage.
“Hey,” she smiled warmly, looking tired.
“Hey, Hermione,” Harry said quietly, grunting as she climbed into his lap and rested her head on his shoulder. “Thanks for coming.”
“I got your patronus,” Hermione whispered, raking her nails across his scalp. “If I hadn’t, I would have just gone home and crawled into bed. Kingsley and I just had to deal with the most idiotic mess.”
“Considering how things have repeatedly gone between us and the Germans, idiotic might not be the worst thing in the world,” Harry chuckled, and Hermione stilled.
“How do you know that?” she asked, pulling back to stare at him in confusion.
“I was here when you got the call from Olivia,” Harry replied. Pulling the two memory vials from his pocket, he added, “I think we need to talk.”
Hermione’s already pale face went deathly white in an instant as she stared at him in shock, shame, and fear.
“Ha...I…” she stammered.
“I’m not angry,” Harry said. “I’m just very, very confused.”
“Oh, Merlin!” Hermione exclaimed, scrambling out of his lap. “Oh, I’m…”
“Nope!” Harry muttered, grabbing her and pulling her in until she was sitting on his lap with her back pressed against him. “You’ve been watching memories of me shagging other women. We need to talk about that.”
“I’m sorry!” Hermione cried, sounding like she was about to burst into tears. “You must think I’m a total pervert!”
“Hermione, where did you get the memories?” Harry asked, his tone as soothing as he could make it.
“From Daphne,” Hermione wept.
“Hey, hey,” Harry whispered, pulling her in and kissing her gently. “I’m not going to label you a pervert and banish you from here if that’s what you’re worried about.”
She laughed at that and sniffled. “I’ve been so ashamed, but I couldn’t stop. Watching you shag them was just so…”
“This is what you’ve been doing before dragging me to bed and demanding that I fuck your brains out, huh?” Harry asked. When she nodded, he asked, “Why did Daphne give you these, and come to think of it, how the hell did she get Susan’s memory?”
Hermione hesitated for a moment before replying, saying, “They proposed that all three of us date you together.”
Harry blinked slowly as his brain tried to make sense of the words that had just come out of her mouth. When it failed, he asked, “What?”
“Did Voldemort ever bother to study how the inheritance of wizengamot seats works?” Hermione asked, knowing full well that Harry wouldn’t have.
“They’re thinking about line-continuation,” Harry breathed as he figured out at least the basic reason for either Susan or Daphne to consider something like this. “So they proposed this arrangement and then gave you these memories?”
“I made it very clear that I wasn’t interested,” Hermione replied. “Susan hadn’t thought that I would be and left, and then Daphne and I spoke a little more. She accepted my response but gave me these to ‘see how I handled my jealousy.’ Truth be told, I don’t know if that was the actual reason or if she thought seeing this might make me insecure about our relationship. I somehow doubt she knew that it would have...this effect on me.”
“Daphne does have an almost preternatural ability to read people, but I think in this case she was probably being sincere,” Harry said. “She can be very direct at times when she feels safe doing so, and she clearly felt safe giving you these.”
“Well, it’s not like I would leak them to the press or anything,” Hermione sighed. “So, do you think I’m a huge pervert?”
“No, or at least, not in a bad way,” Harry replied, lifting her up with his magic and turning her around before returning her to his lap. Running his fingers through her hair, he smiled and said, “I’m a little surprised to learn that I’m your favorite pornstar.”
“As if I’d watch anyone else,” Hermione whispered, making him smile. “The closest I had ever come to watching people have sex was myself in the mirror, and I was more than a little shocked by just how...stimulating I found it.”
“Enough to get me a couple other girlfriends?” Harry asked jokingly, only to feel his heart sink when Hermione’s face fell. “I was only joking.”
“When Daphne and Susan, mostly Daphne, first brought up the idea, I reacted with pure incredulity,” Hermione said. “I couldn’t fathom why they’d even think that I’d entertain it, and Susan didn’t seem to think that I would, but Daphne pushed anyway. You know she even offered to drop out and endorse me if I agreed?”
“Ah, Daphne,” Harry sighed. “Did she have no other stipulations?”
“She said that we’d have to work on coming up with a compromise platform between us,” Hermione replied. “I thought she was mad, and then I watched those memories over and over again, and...you have to admit that it’s been fun over the last couple weeks.”
“I did wonder why you turned into such a little hellcat,” Harry chuckled. “One thing that I’m still confused by is those two working together at all.”
“It was weird,” Hermione admitted. “They still sniped at each other throughout the meeting, and I doubted that they’d become friends per se, but they had seemed to figure out how to work together at least, all because of you.”
Harry chuckled and shook his head at that. “Still, you’re not actually considering their offer, are you?”
“If I was?” Hermione asked. Grinning, she added, “I somehow doubt you’d object.”
“Hermione, I wouldn’t want to risk what we have just to live out some fantasy,” Harry replied. “As fond as I am of both Susan and Daphne…”
“What if it could work though?” Hermione asked. “Neither one of them is looking to become your wife, and if your relationships with either of them had gone that far, they’d have talked to you about marrying someone else so they could be safely relegated to a secondary position for continuation purposes. I wouldn’t have to worry about being replaced by either of them.”
That was true, since if he’d married either of them, his first son with them would have been his legal heir, and they’d have needed another son to secure their family’s seat. If they ended up in a sort of reverse Weasley situation, that could require a positively medieval number of pregnancies, which he could see both of them opposing the idea of.
“So if we decided to try this out, I guess we’d just take things slowly and see where it all went?” Harry asked.
“Like any normal relationship, minus the normal part,” Hermione smiled.
“It’s not even like being in something this strange would negatively affect your career like it would in the muggle world,” Harry mused. “Look, if you think this is something that you might want, I’m not going to say no, but at the same time, let’s not rush into anything.”
“Of course,” Hermione smiled, “and I think we’ve talked enough about it for tonight.”
Grinning at the look in her eyes, Harry said, “Oh? Were you still hoping to go to sleep?”
“Go to bed, perhaps, but sleeping is the last thing on my mind right now,” Hermione replied, leaning in to kiss him.
Harry reached around and brought his hands to her arse, gripping the plump cheeks eagerly. Whatever came of this strange turn from her, be it the four-way relationship that she was apparently really considering or a temporary phase, he’d happy to join her for the ride. He just hoped that he didn’t come to regret anything.
*****
“You’re really sure about this?” Harry asked, not for the first time as he and Hermione approached Daphne’s manor a couple days later.
“I am,” Hermione replied, “as I’ve said multiple times now. I’ve gone over this mad little idea from every angle I could think of, and no matter how many times I’ve thought about some way that it could blow up, my mind has countered that that’s true of any relationship. If it did work out, if we could make things work, this could be extraordinary.”
“Well, I can’t deny that,” Harry said, his cock twitching in his pants as he thought about having Hermione, Daphne, and Susan all together.
“This place is huge,” Hermione muttered as she got a better look at the manor.
“It’s not as over-the-top as Malfoy Manor but just as grand,” Harry commented. “It’s more tastefully decorated too.”
“No peacocks at least,” Hermione chuckled.
Knocking on the door, Harry smiled as it was quickly answered by Mimsy.
“Hello, Mimsy, Daphne’s expecting us,” he said.
“Umm, the mistress is indisposed,” Mimsy murmured, looking awkward.
“Indisposed?” Hermione asked. “She did agree to meet at three.”
“Perhaps she forgot,” Harry mused, furrowing his brow. “Could you just tell her that we arrived?”
“Mimsy can,” the elf replied, sounding reluctant before closing the door. Less than a minute later, the door reopened, and Mimsy said, “Mistress Daphne wishes to apologize for losing track of time and asks that you wait for her in the sitting room.”
“It’s not like her to be forgetful,” Hermione commented as she and Harry walked inside.
“Hermione, sorry about...Harry?” Susan asked as she spotted him. Shaking her head, she said, “Daphne will be up in a moment.”
“She forgot our meeting but remembered to call you over?” Hermione asked, confused.
Harry saw that her hands were red, as if she’d just had them in warm water, and figured that she’d just finished washing them.
“We got talking and lost track of time,” Susan explained.
“Hey, Susan,” Harry said warmly.
“Hey,” Susan replied, her blue eyes lighting a little as he smiled at her. “Daphne didn’t mention that you were coming too.”
“I wasn’t aware,” Daphne drawled as she walked in, “but I can’t say I’m disappointed. Hello, you two.”
“Hello,” Harry replied, furrowing his brow in confusion as she sat down gingerly.
“So, I suppose that I can guess at least some of the reason why you wanted to meet,” Daphne smiled.
“Yes,” Hermione replied. “Our last conversation was...interesting, and the gifts you gave me were illuminating if nothing else.”
“Gifts?” Susan asked, only for her eyes to widen as Hermione pulled out the memory vials. Turning to Daphne, she hissed, “You didn’t!”
“Oh, please tell me you knew about this,” Hermione begged, deflating immediately as Susan looked annoyed.
“I did tell you, Sue,” Daphne said.
“Sue?” Harry thought to himself.
“You brought up the idea of showing her our memories of...being with Harry,” Susan growled. “I thought you were joking.”
“Oh, Merlin, I’m sorry!” Hermione exclaimed, turning bright red.
“Relax, Hermione,” Daphne chuckled. “She’s not that upset and certainly won’t be if your reason for coming is what I think it is.”
“You are such a little brat,” Susan muttered.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Harry blurted. Pointing back and forth between the two of them, he asked, “What exactly is this?”
“Susan and I discovered, as we spent the last month or so getting to know each other better, that we have a couple more things in common than we realized,” Daphne replied, looking over at the redhead.
“Such as how you want to be put in your place almost as much as I enjoy putting you there,” Susan grinned lasciviously.
“Well, trying anyway,” Daphne smirked impishly.
“Careful, Blondie, you do want to be able to sit straight tomorrow, right?” Susan asked archly.
“No bloody way,” Harry breathed as his cock grew rapidly in his pants.
“I mean, it kind of makes sense if you think about it,” Hermione murmured. “Daphne’s clearly a sub, and Susan likes being on top, so…”
She trailed off as she realized what she’d just said and blushed again.
“So you really did watch the memories,” Susan said.
“If you didn’t mean for Daphne to give Hermione the memories, why did you give her one?” Harry asked.
“It was her idea,” Susan replied. “Said something about letting us test out if we could accept being with the same guy, and I’d had a shit day and had a few, so I was drunk enough to agree. We used her pensieve, and after she’d looked at my memory, I went in. Watching you spank her perfect ass raw awoke things in me I’d never realized were there, and one thing led to another.”
“And another, and another,” Daphne added, turning pink at the memory.
“You don’t mind that we shared our memories of you, right?” Susan asked.
“Considering what it led to, not at all,” Harry chuckled. “And to think, there was a time when I worried you two would kill each other.”
“As it turns out, there was little chance of that from the start,” Susan said.
“So, why exactly did you want to meet?” Daphne asked.
“First off, to give you these back,” Hermione replied, handing her the memories, “and also to say that Harry and I have both considered the idea you suggested the last time we spoke.”
“And?” Daphne asked, handing the one Hermione had labeled as Susan’s to her.
“And I think we might be able to make it work,” Hermione replied, making Daphne grin and Susan look at her slackjawed.
“Seriously?” the redhead asked, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice.
“I’ve given it a lot of thought, and I think that the three of us could share him,” Hermione replied.
“I ended things with both of you rather abruptly,” Harry commented.
“We were acting insane that day,” Susan muttered.
“What changed your mind?” Daphne couldn’t help but ask.
“Umm, Susan’s not the only one whose reaction to watching those memories surprised her,” Hermione replied, turning pink.
“Seriously?” Susan asked. Turning to Daphne, she exclaimed, “How do you do that!?”
“Wait, you thought I’d get turned on from that?” Hermione asked.
“I didn’t think it was likely, but you’ve always struck me as someone bored to tears with your personal life, and I wondered if you might find watching Sue and I with Harry to be rather...stimulating,” Daphne replied.
“What am I going to do with you?” Susan sighed.
“Whatever you decide, I think both of our guests might enjoy watching,” Daphne smirked. “Harry looks like he’s about to burst through his pants.”
“Fuck, I’d almost forgotten how big you are,” Susan moaned as she looked down at his bulge.
“Would you...like a reminder?” Hermione asked, sounding way too timid for the sort of question she’d just posed. As all three of them laughed, she whined, “Shut up! This is new to me.”
“Sorry, love,” Harry chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “This is new to all of us.”
“Really?” Daphne asked, surprised. “In all your gallivanting around, you didn’t have a single foursome?”
“Threesomes, yes, but not a foursome,” Harry replied.
“I wonder if you’ll be able to keep up with all of us,” Susan grinned, openly challenging him.
“There’s only one way to find out,” Harry replied, his voice low and rumbling.
“It’s been far too long, Harry,” Daphne sighed. “Come.”
She stood up then and led the three of them upstairs. Harry recalled the way to her bedroom and took Hermione’s hand, giving her one last querying look. When she nodded, he led her up after his other lovers, and soon enough, the four of them were inside the large, ornately decorated bedroom. It was mostly as he remembered, though his eyes were quickly drawn to one thing that absolutely hadn’t been there the last time he was. Sitting in the middle of her bed was a large dildo attached to a leather harness.
“I didn’t think we’d be coming up here,” Susan muttered, sounding mildly embarrassed.
“I based it on you, Harry,” Daphne laughed shamelessly at his surprised expression, “though I’m not sure how close I got. Care to refresh my memory?”
“Susan was using it on you?” Harry rumbled.
“She’s like a bloody banshee when you get her going, but then, you remember that well, don’t you?” Susan purred, cupping his cheek.
He pulled the redhead in for a bruising kiss that she returned with equal passion, wrapping her arms around his neck. Hermione watched the scene before her and whimpered at the final proof that she really, really enjoyed watching Harry with other women.
“Hmm, so did you just discover an appreciation for watching Harry with other women, or did that appreciation extend to us as well?” Daphne asked.
“I...can’t really say for sure,” Hermione replied, going still under the beautiful woman’s gaze.
She recalled Lavender Brown being exceptionally uncaring about who in their dorm saw her naked back in Hogwarts, and with a figure like hers, she couldn’t blame her. Seeing Lavender had always made her feel envious, as her own body was so much slimmer and less shapely, especially back then. If there had been any lingering hint of attraction under that envy, it was well hidden, but she did recall her eyes being particularly drawn to the bubbly blonde.
The blonde in front of her could not be called bubbly by any stretch of the imagination, but she was, if anything, even more beautiful than her old dormmate, and as her blue eyes locked onto her, dark with lust, Hermione felt a shudder go through her. The next thing she knew, she was being kissed deeply by her, and all she could do was moan in pleasure.
“Fucking hell,” Harry groaned as he watched Hermione and Daphne make out frenziedly, their hands roaming freely across each other’s bodies.
“Hot as they are, they’re not where I want your eyes, Harry,” Susan purred, drawing her wand.
A moment later she was fully undressed, and Harry looked at her incredibly toned, athletic, but also curvaceous, form up and down eagerly. In his youth, his type, insofar as he had one at all, had been sporty girls. Cho and Ginny had been his most noteworthy crushes, and both had been quidditch players who kept themselves in phenomenal shape. His tastes had expanded during his long years abroad, where he slept with enough women to learn that he preferred curvier women with large breasts like Susan and Daphne and plump arses like all three of them had. Susan was the best of both worlds and realized as he pulled her into his arms again just how much he had missed her incredibly body.
He felt his clothes vanished a moment later and heard Hermione gasp.
“Don’t they look gorgeous together?” Daphne whispered in her ear before nibbling on the lobe as she hugged the brunette from behind. “Susan’s so strong, and her stamina is endless. Those two probably fucked for hours when they had the time, neither one surrendering control fully for more than a moment. If I undressed you here and now and cupped your little pussy, just how wet would my fingers get?”
“Soaked,” Hermione whimpered as Daphne rubbed her folds through her clothes.
Grabbing her wand, she undressed them both and gasped when she felt Daphne’s large breasts press against her back. Susan had wrapped her hand around Harry’s cock and was stroking him slowly, staring down as if entranced by his length.
“Oh!” Hermione cried as Daphne cupped one of her perky breasts and gently rolled her nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
“You could cut glass with these,” the blonde giggled.
Pressing herself back against Daphne harder, Hermione replied, “I’m hardly the only one.”
She turned around and looked at the beautiful blonde in all her glory for the first time. Had she been a muggle and gone to university, as she certainly would have, she might have gotten such explorations over with years ago and not waited until she was twenty-five to learn that she wasn’t entirely straight, but as she found her gaze drawn to Daphne’s large, full breasts, she realized that there was little question there.
“Very nice,” Daphne purred, cupping one of Hermione’s smaller but very perky breasts and reaching around to palm her plump arse. “I can see why he’s so taken with you.”
“You say that like you’re not one of the most beautiful creatures on Earth,” Hermione shuddered, feeling the weight of those heavy mounds in her hands as she lifted and kneaded them.
“Fuck, I missed you,” Harry groaned, and Hermione turned around to see the redhead on her knees, vigorously sucking his cock.
“That looks like fun,” Daphne grinned, taking Hermione’s hand and leading her over. Seeing Susan take him to the root, burying her nose in his dark curls, she murmured, “Very impressive, Sue.”
Susan let his cock slip from her lips with an audible pop and turned to the blonde, saying, “We both know that you can do just as well.”
“You made her suck the strap on?” Harry asked.
“She looks so good on her knees,” Susan replied, giving Daphne a heated look that made her shiver.
“I remember,” Harry grinned.
“What about me, Harry?” Hermione asked, grinning impishly as she sunk down next to Susan and wrapped her hand around his saliva-coated cock. “Do I look good on my knees for you?”
“Fuck me,” Daphne muttered as the brunette took him between her lips and started bobbing her head up and down.
“There’s room for one more,” Harry grinned at her.
“Such a man,” Susan sighed as Daphne joined them immediately.
As Harry looked down at the three of them, he couldn’t help but think that returning to England was the best decision he’d ever made. Hermione caved in her cheeks and sucked hard as she started moving more quickly, taking a little more of him each time. She struggled with swallowing his entire length, but more than made up for that in other ways. When she came up for air, she tilted his cock towards Daphne, who took the hint and quickly wrapped her lips around him.
Outside of one particularly vivid wet dream he’d had back in school about his old chaser teammates, he had never even imagined having three women take turns sucking his cock before. That dream had left him so debilitatingly aroused that he’d jerked off nine times over the course of the following day, and seeing Hermione, Susan, and Daphne pass his cock around as they sucked him off was still hotter than anything he’d ever imagined.
“Fuck, stop, stop,” Harry groaned as Daphne swallowed around his length. When she pulled back and looked up at him inquisitively, he said, “If you keep that up much longer, I’m going to cum, and I don’t want to yet.”
“I somehow doubt you’ll have a hard time getting it up again,” Susan chuckled.
“Still,” Harry grinned. “Who’s up first?”
“It’s your manor,” Susan said, looking at Daphne.
“I’ve already been fucked today, and this was all Hermione’s idea,” Daphne replied, looking at Hermione.
“Susan,” Hermione breathed, feeling her fluids drip down her thighs. “I want to watch you ride him up close.”
“You don’t have to twist my arm,” Susan grinned, standing up as Harry walked to the bed and laid down.
She grinned down at him as she climbed on top of him and kissed him deeply. Grabbing two large handfuls of her large, firm ass, he groaned into her mouth as she started grinding her dripping wet slit on his turgid cock.
“Fuck, I missed you,” Susan whimpered as she reached down to grab his cock and line him up with her cunt.
In one long, slow move, she took him inside her, sinking down until she’d enveloped every thick inch of his cock. She let a loud, low moan as she was stretched to her absolute limit again, marveling at just how bloody good he felt inside her.
“One part of me in particular, I’m sure,” Harry chuckled, making her laugh.
“You’re more than your cock, Harry, but fuck, what a cock!” Susan moaned.
She raised her hips up, allowing a few inches of him to escape her depths before slamming back down, making them both moan. After doing this a few times, getting herself used to his girth again after weeks without it, she switched to rolling her hips and began riding him hard.
“Having been on the receiving end of that, I can tell you, she really is wicked strong,” Daphne murmured.
“Yeah,” Hermione sighed as she watched Susan’s muscles flex with her every move.
She picked up her pace until her breasts were bouncing on her chest and Harry reached up to cup the heavy mounds, craning his head up to capture one of her pebbled nipples between his lips.
“Oh, fuck,” Susan moaned as he sucked on her sensitive peak, wrapping her hands around his head. “Oh, just like that!”
“He really is gorgeous,” Daphne whispered in Hermione’s ear, trailing her finger down along the brunette’s flat stomach. “I hate to sound so shallow, but I really wish he’d looked like that back in Hogwarts.”
“Me too!” Hermione cried as Daphne’s fingers moved through the neatly trimmed triangle of brown hair that crowned her sex and brushed against her slick folds.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Daphne purred. “How much did it turn you on when you first watched those memories?”
“I jumped Harry like a sex craved nymph the second he got home,” Hermione replied, whimpering at the pleasure of the other woman’s skilled touch. “I think I seemed possessed.”
“I want to taste you,” Daphne whispered, “and I want to feel your tongue on my little pussy. Let’s join them on the bed.”
“Okay,” Hermione whimpered.
The two of them rushed over to the bed, and Hermione groaned as she got a close-up view of Harry’s incredibly girthy cock stretching Susan wide.
“Just like you remember?” Daphne asked.
“I love this fucking cock!” Susan cried.
“I’ll give it to you whenever you want,” Harry grunted, tightening his grip on her wide hips so much that he knew he’d leave bruises. He locked eyes with Hermione and grinned at how lust-darkened hers were.
“Here,” Daphne said as she laid down with her feet pointing towards Harry and Susan, “sit on my face and lower yourself down. This way, you’ll get to keep watching them.”
“You don’t...oh fuck...want to?” Susan asked.
“I’m sure there will be plenty of other opportunities,” Daphne grinned. “I can’t wait to watch you ride him while feeling his vibrating tongue on me.”
Susan just moaned at the thought while Hermione crawled over to Daphne. This was far from her first time sitting on someone’s face, and she quickly swung a leg over the blonde’s head, planting her knees on either side of her before lowering her dripping slit onto her eager mouth. Sighing in delight as she felt Daphne start lapping at her heated flesh, she watched Susan’s face scrunch up in pleasure and she shuddered. She lowered herself down, moving ever closer to Daphne’s hairless pussy, and, taking a moment to admire how her labia differed a little from hers, she gave them a tentative lick.
“Mmm,” Daphne moaned against her, and she took that as a good sign.
She slowly kissed and licked all over the other woman’s folds, avoiding her clit for the time being as she felt Daphne do the same to her.
“More, more, more!” Susan cried, her hips a blur as she rode Harry hard and fast. “Fuck, don’t you dare stop!”
“And miss out and watching you cum all over me?” Harry chuckled, reaching down to stroke the redhead’s clit, “Never.”
Susan looked over at Hermione and Daphne as they remained locked together, each with their head buried between the other’s thighs, and laughed.
“What’s funny?” Harry asked.
“If anyone had told me a couple months ago that I’d end up in this position, I’d have punched them in the face,” Susan giggled, making him laugh as well.
Harry sat up then and, hooking his arms under her knees and grabbing her arse, stood up. Susan cried out at the sudden change and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
“Grab the bar there,” Harry said, signaling to the top bar of Daphne’s elaborate bedframe.
Susan did so and immediately screamed as he started fucking her hard. Her grip tightened until her knuckles turned white and her cries grew loud enough that Hermione and Daphne both looked at her.
“Right there, right there!” Susan shrieked as Harry hit something deep inside her that felt incredible. “Oh fuck, don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m gonna CUM!”
“Fuck!” Harry grunted as he held onto the writhing redhead.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him for dear life as she came, and he sat back down on the bed, holding her thrashing form tight and fucking her through her climax.
“I think we should switch every time he makes one of us cum,” Daphne said.
“That sounds good,” Hermione agreed, rolling off of her and grinning. “Go ahead.”
“You don’t want to go?” Daphne asked.
“I’m right on the edge of it,” Hermione replied. “If I go now, he’ll be fucking me for maybe a minute, and I’d like to cool off a little, as much as I possibly can while watching him with you, anyway.”
“What makes you think I’m not just as close?” Daphne laughed, sitting up and smiling as she watched Susan collapse in Harry’s arms. “Considering that that was almost certainly your first time eating pussy, you weren’t bad at all. I guess women really do have a basic understanding of the act in a way that men don’t.”
“Are most really that bad?” Harry asked. “My first was pretty good at instructing me, and I’ve usually had parseltongue to fall back on if I needed it.”
“Let’s just say some guys couldn’t find the clit with a map,” Hermione replied, making Daphne snort.
“Why do you think...I had all-but given up...on men?” Susan panted, placing her hands on his shoulders and pushing herself up.
Harry brushed her long red hair out of her face and smiled, saying, “I’m glad you didn’t.”
“So am I,” Susan smiled as she caught her breath. “Either of you want to tag in?”
“I’m up,” Daphne grinned. “Feel free to tease this one, but don’t let her cum.”
“Hey!” Hermione squawked.
“Think about how hard you’ll cum on his cock if you don’t,” Daphne purred before looking at Harry. “You know what I want and how I want it.”
“Then assume the position,” Harry ordered, and Daphne shivered at his tone.
Scrambling over, she turned around and stuck her arse high in the air while resting her head on her hands.
“Good girl,” Harry whispered in her ear, making her whimper.
“Thank you so much for this,” Susan sighed as she sat down next to Hermione. “I missed him, you know?”
“I missed him for seven years,” Hermione sighed. “Trust me, I do.”
She looked over at Susan and, up close, was able to make out just how strong she looked. Her arms and legs were well-toned, but what truly drew her eye was the redhead’s visible abs. Her body reflected what must have been many years of dedicated exercise, and Hermione felt her mouth water at the sight.
“I’d offer to show you my routine, but you’re in pretty great shape yourself,” Susan said, smirking as Hermione turned red. “We’re having a foursome, Hermione; you can stare.”
“Right,” Hermione laughed lightly.
“Oh fuck!” Daphne screamed as Harry buried himself to the hilt inside her in one long thrust. “Merlin, I wasn’t even close with that dildo!”
“It didn’t compare to the real thing?” Harry asked, grinning ferally down at the blonde.
“Not at all! Ahh!” Daphne shrieked.
“You’re already fluttering around me,” Harry laughed. “Was that Hermione’s tongue, or did watching me fuck your girlfriend’s brains out really turn you on that much?”
“Both!” Daphne cried.
“Are you girlfriends?” Hermione asked.
“We went from enemies to sort of friends to fuck buddies, and now we’re seeing the same bloke,” Susan shrugged. “I don’t know if there even is a label for that.”
Hermione snorted as the redhead laid back and rested her hands behind her head. She spread her legs as well, showing off just how thick and strong her thighs were as well as her bush. She’s shaved her nether lips bare but left a full triangle of short red curls as well that Hermione thought looked lovely.
“Harder, harder, fuck!” Daphne screamed, clawing at the sheets.
“I’d say to spank that perfect ass of hers, but I already reddened it well,” Susan purred, her blue eyes locking onto the blonde’s bruised ass. “Your hips probably sting every time they make her cheeks jiggle.”
“Hurts so good,” Daphne moaned, screaming as Harry gathered her long blonde hair in his hand and pulled gently.
“Be a good pet for me and cum,” Harry whispered as he reached under her and started rubbing her clit.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!” Daphne shrieked as she came hard.
Hermione’s eyes widened in shock as a geyser of fluid erupted from the blonde’s pussy, splashing against Harry’s balls and soaking the bed beneath them. Harry continued fucking Daphne through her titanic climax, not pausing for even a moment as the blonde slumped forward. Pounding her prone into the bed seemed to extend the blonde’s pleasure dramatically, and she screamed and thrashed about under him, her eyes rolling back as wave after wave of ecstasy thundered through her.
“Shit, I’ve never made her cum that hard,” Susan marveled, whistling as she saw Daphne’s eyes flutter closed.
“That’s new,” Harry panted, pulling out of Daphne and rolling her over. “You okay, Daph?”
The blonde just grunted in response, seeming to be completely out of it.
“She’s probably fine,” Susan said, crawling over to them.
“Holy...fuck…” Daphne panted, her eyes still closed.
“I’ll look after her while you give Hermione the five-second fucking it will probably take to get her off by now,” Susan snarked.
“That would be a new record for me,” Harry laughed as he went to Hermione, who quickly laid on her back and spread her legs wide.
“I doubt it will be five seconds, but I’m so close,” the brunette whimpered. “Fuck me, Harry.”
Harry smiled down at his girlfriend and said, “How did I get this lucky?”
“You were you,” Hermione replied warmly as she reached down and spread her soaking wet folds with her fingers. “Now please, I’m so horny I can barely think.”
“And for you, that’s saying something,” Harry chuckled, earning a mock glare from the brunette.
That glare quickly dissipated as he nestled the head of his cock between her folds and pushed onward. She cried out in pleasure as her inner walls were spread wide, stretching her wider than she would have thought possible before they started dating.
“Yes!” she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a searing hot kiss.
She was soaking wet and clearly close, so he quickly worked up to a steady, hard pace. She moaned into his mouth, rocking up against him in time with his thrusts as his cock pistoned in and out of her sopping wet cunt. The squelching sound it made would have embarrassed her when she was younger and still might have if she could think straight. Such things didn’t matter to her in that moment, though. All that did was the intense pleasure of having Harry inside her and her all-consuming need to cum.
“Harder!” she cried, raking her nails down his back. “Harder please! Make me cum! Cum in me! Fuck!”
“He really does know how to bring out a woman’s inner animal, doesn’t he?” Daphne sighed as she lounged in Susan’s arms.
“Is that your excuse for learning that you could cum so hard you squirt while having your hair pulled and getting fucked like a whore?” Susan asked teasingly.
“Hush you,” Daphne whispered, making Susan laugh before kissing her softly.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Hermione cried. As Harry started stroking her clit, she squeaked and screamed, “Just like that, just like...YES!”
“Fuck!” Harry groaned as he felt her tight tunnel spasm around him.
His stamina was generally great, but fucking three women to orgasm in a row was a tall order even for him, and as he felt Hermione’s pussy milking him perfectly, it proved too much. With a strangled cry, he let go and painted her inner walls white with his cum. Filling her with what felt like a galleon of the stuff, he could only hold onto her tightly as the two of them rode out the waves of pleasure together. When it finally ended, he pulled his softening length from her depths and rolled onto his back, panting for breath as he stared up at the canopy above.
“Fuck me,” Susan muttered as she watched a river of seed leak from Hermione’s gaping cunt as the brunette stared blankly at nothing, her eyes glassy and unfocused.
“How long do you think it will take you to get hard again with all three of us here?” Daphne asked, grinning down at Harry.
“Give me...a minute,” Harry panted, smiling widely as he realized that his night was far from done.
“I could really get used to this,” he thought to himself, more willing than ever to stay right where he was.
*****
“...and so as the last of the polling locations closes, we can say definitively, this one is going to be close,” the anchor, Robert Fawley, said, his voice echoing out across the wizarding wireless.
“Indeed it will, Bob,” the man’s cohost, Beth Turner, agreed. “In a race that just a short couple weeks ago looked to be a done deal for Mister Ogden, the shocking announcement from the Greengrass campaign, saying that not only was she dropping out, but that she was throwing her support behind Miss Granger, threw everyone for a loop.”
“Shocking is definitely the word, Beth,” Bob enthused. “I don’t believe anyone saw that coming, and according to a source in the Ogden campaign, they had been expecting Miss Greengrass to drop out and endorse their candidate for weeks. Combined with Harry Potter’s sudden reappearance in Magical Britain and his public support for his old school friend, this became a two man race overnight, so to speak.”
“Ah, this just in, we’re finally able to present the exit polls, and...wow,” Beth marveled. “I’m going to remind everyone that the last poll conducted before the race, done just two days ago, showed Miss Granger actually in the lead for the first time since entering the race. It was forty-nine, forty-seven if I recall, with four percent still undecided.”
“We’ll find out soon enough just how accurate these are, but from what we’re seeing so far, it appears that Tiberius Ogden has far exceeded expectation.” Bob said.
“Damn,” Hermione muttered, watching the radio so intently that one would think it was showing an image.
“Exit polls aren’t always accurate,” Oliver smiled, though Harry could see it was forced. “The last round of polling that the Prophet did showed that you had a significant edge over Ogden on the actual issues, and your debate performance was fantastic.”
“We all knew that, as close as this race seemed, it was all going to come down to turnout,” Daphne muttered. “Your primary support was from younger voters, though and…”
“And getting them to get off their lazy arses and go vote without pointing your wand at them can be challenging,” Susan finished for her, scowling.
“Dumb wankers,” Ron muttered as he sat, nursing a glass of firewhiskey.
“You ran a good campaign and managed to connect with a lot of people,” Harry smiled reassuringly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Your poll numbers only went up over the course of the race.”
“Will it be enough, though?” Hermione asked.
A sparrow patronus flew in then and delivered a message to Oliver, who swore under his breath.
“Olivia says that counting is well underway in most of the southern English districts, and it seems to reflect the exit polls,” he reported morosely. “You’re doing better than we expect in Wales so far, but if something doesn’t change around here, better showings in Scotland and Ireland won’t make enough of a difference.”
“Why do we even do exit polls anyway?” Harry asked. “There are barely any of us compared to our muggle counterparts, and counting is remarkably quick by the sound of it.”
“Some muggleborn who works for the Prophet said that it made mundane election nights more exciting, and they went with it,” Daphne replied, rolling her eyes. “I think it’s a useless waste of time as well, but it gives them something to report, the second voting ends.”
“This just in,” Bob chimed in. “We can report that the last of the London districts have finished counting, and as things currently stand, Ogden is leading with fifty-two percent of the vote. These are not the results that the Granger campaign was hoping for.”
“What a remarkable campaign from such a young woman,” Beth remarked. “At just twenty-five years of age, to come within a stone’s throw of becoming the first ever muggleborn minister, should these results hold, that’s simply outstanding. I doubt we’ve seen the last of young Miss Granger.”
“I knew it was too bloody soon,” Hermione muttered under her breath as the disappointment sank in.
“Hey, it may not happen tonight, but I know you’ll achieve your dream,” Harry whispered in her ear, making her smile despite herself.
“Those talking heads aren’t wrong, you know,” Susan said, resting her hand on the brunette’s shoulder. “Win or lose, you came much farther than most expected.”
“Except for Kingsley,” Hermione muttered. “He’ll be so disappointed.”
“It’s not like Ogden’s going to torch everything that he accomplished over his terms,” Daphne commented, “and Susan’s right; you did do better than most would have expected in just a few months.”
Hermione smiled up at the blonde, and, as she looked around the room, she found herself focusing on what else she’d accomplished over the last few months. Harry stood at her side, offering his warmth and support, and what had become of their relationship since she’d lured him back to Britain exceeded her wildest expectations. He wasn’t the biggest surprise either, as while she could admit that she’d fantasized about Harry a time or two, she’d never imagined that she’d end up enjoying bringing other women into a relationship.
Still, for as fledgling and new of their strange little arrangement was, she couldn’t say that she was anything other than happy with it so far. She had no way of knowing what the future would hold or if it would all work out, but as she sat there that night, waiting with baited breath to receive further reports of vote counts, she realized that, even if she didn’t get to replace Kingsley when his term ended and if her career didn’t advance immediately as she’d hoped, in so many other ways, her life had been greatly enriched.
As Daphne placed her hand over Harry’s on Hermione’s shoulder and he looked down to smile at all three of them, the brunette thought to herself that choosing to write him the letter that brought him back was the best decision she’d ever made.