Harry Potter and the Cupid's Ring Ch.3 (Harry Potter)

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A/N: Poll winner.

Summary: Harry didn’t think his first time having sex would involve two people. Maybe Ginny didn’t count since she was just watching?

It took weeks for Harry to figure out what was up with Ginny. His first thought when he saw the pink line connecting her to Hermione was that the ring was malfunctioning. Then it moved to Ginny randomly starting to have an attraction to Hermione. Harry eventually disproved that when he observed that the redhead only seemed to have the pink line strengthened whenever Hermione showed him affection.

It was the oddest thing, but Harry eventually concluded that Ginny started to… like Hermione because she was dating him. Which made almost no sense whatsoever, but what else was Harry supposed to think with what he saw?

Plus, there was another thing that convinced Harry of this. It was as thin as a spiderweb, which should have been unnoticeable if not for Harry’s intense interest in uncovering this mystery. There was another pink line that was connected to Hermione’s body, and after following it to the other end, Harry’s eyes landed on Cho. Somehow, his former crush had her own crush on his current girlfriend.

Harry wondered if the ring he was wearing benefited Hermione more than him at this point. As she became more comfortable showing Harry affection and fell deeper in love with him, Hermione gained a couple of admirers herself.

Speaking of Hermione showing Harry affection. It was commonplace now that Harry could be seen with his tongue plundering Hermione’s mouth. There were some odd looks at the start, but Harry and Hermione eventually turned into one of the overly showy couples around the castle. Harry found that he liked it when others watched him make out with Hermione, especially when it was a certain asian girl. Cho might not have ‘broken’ his heart, but Harry still remembered that watery kiss he had shared with her. She might have had other reasons to be crying then, but Harry couldn’t help but think in the back of his mind that she cried because he was just that terrible at kissing.

Hermione let out a moan of protest into his lips before pushing him away. “Harry! Look what you’ve done now! You can’t keep making us late for class!”

Harry ignored her complaints, pulled her to him, and kissed the pulse in her neck, “If I remember correctly, weren’t you the one that started this?”

Hermione squirmed out of his grip and huffed, “Yes, but I didn’t know you’d make me forget the time!”

The pout on her face made Harry want to kiss her again.

“I think you’re both right.”

Ah, right, Harry forgot about her for a second. Ginny was leaning on the wall next to them as if it was routine to be the most blatant third wheel in history. The redhead was making it a curious habit to constantly be around them. While Harry initially had some reservations, Hermione’s surprising acceptance of Ginny’s presence made them disappear.

“Oh, shush, Ginny. You can’t take both sides every time.”

Ginny simply shrugged at Hermione as if to say nothing could stop her.

Hermione rolled her eyes, “I hope you’re ready to watch tonight. I’ll try and talk Harry into it before then.”

Harry had no clue why Ginny beamed and hugged Hermione before running off, but he was very interested in finding out.

“After class,” Hermione cut off Harry’s curiosity with no mercy.

Harry snapped his mouth shut and let himself be dragged away.

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Harry stepped aside just in time to avoid the red spell that whizzed past him. Hermione was getting seriously dangerous the more they practiced.

“Stupefy!” Harry returned the favor in hopes of catching her off guard, but Hermione took care of that spell with a leisurely cast shield charm.

“Really, Harry? Is that the best you got? I think you’re going easy on me.”

Harry frowned and kept his wand at the ready. Hermione used this trick before and downed him when he got distracted.

“Let’s make a bet. You remember what I have planned for tonight?”

How could Harry forget that Hermione scheduled the night they would have sex for the first time when they practically started dating. He found that strangely endearing, but an impartial observer would be shaking their head at the sheer lunacy of that action.

“How could I forget?” Harry leered, “I can’t wait.”

Hermione ignored her pebbling nipples and said, “If I win this duel, I get to make a little change in the plans. Nothing you’d dislike, of course. And if you win… Well, you won’t.”

“Hey!” Harry was properly offended, but Hermione was proven right in the next second.

Harry still had the presence of mind to watch for suspicious movements from the increasingly sneaky witch, but that was unfortunately his downfall. Hermione didn’t cast any spell at him or do anything conventional. Instead, she pointed her wand at herself, much to Harry’s confusion, before her robes vanished.

Harry’s mouth dropped at seeing his girlfriend’s perky tits for the first time, and he drooled at seeing the pink nipples topping the pale globes. He wanted to bite them. Unfortunately, Harry lost consciousness the very next second.

Hermione had her wand pointed at Harry with a smirk on her face. She didn’t have the biggest tits in the castle, but Hermione knew that Harry preferred her handfuls to Susan’s cowtits. Plus, this might be the only chance she might have to use her breasts as a distraction. Harry might not be as fascinated by them after they had sex tonight. Hermione pointed her wand at herself again and made her robes reappear before casting rennervate on Harry.

Harry opened his eyes to find himself looking at the ceiling and said, “That was dirty, Hermione.”

Hermione’s face appeared in Harry’s line of sight and he could see the smugness in her look. “Another excuse Harry? I’m standing above you for the third time in a row.”

Harry rolled his eyes, pushed off the floor, and asked, “Well? Out with it then. You won the bet, so what did you want to change?”

Hermione reflexively banished the dust on Harry’s robes while saying, “You know how Ginny seems obsessed with watching us? She came to me a few days ago and asked if she could watch us have sex. I didn’t see any harm in agreeing with how excited you seem when we kiss with others watching close by.”

Harry processed what she had just said and wondered how she came to that conclusion. Showing others how hopelessly in love he was with Hermione by kissing her didn’t exactly equate to him wanting a voyeur when they first made love. But now that she mentioned it… images of Ginny watching by the side while Harry slowly pumped into Hermione appeared in his mind.

Harry was slightly startled to find his trousers tightening at the thought, which Hermione also noticed. Harry ignored the knowing smirk on Hermione’s face and acted like he grudgingly accepted it. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if this was the right move. Call him old-fashioned, but while this was adventurous, Harry wanted to be alone with Hermione for the first time. Though... It wasn't much of a hardship to have another attractive girl involved.

Hermione clapped her hands and said, “I knew you’d like it! We should probably use the Room since I don’t want anyone catching us in the act.”

[Break]

Harry never thought that someone else would seem more excited that he was having sex with Hermione than he was. But there Ginny was, barely able to hide the giddy smile on her face as they walked into the Room of Requirements.

Harry knew this drastic change in Ginny was due to the ring. It was somehow influencing girls that had strong feelings for him and that had almost scared Harry into throwing it away. Only when he realized that it only amplified their inner desires did he calm down.

The Room looked like something straight out of a romance novel with an elaborate chamber and large bed covered in rose petals. The only thing that seemed off was the high-backed chair that was suspiciously close to the bed.

“Oh, Harry,” Hermione sighed, “This is beautiful, but this seems a bit impractical.”

The Room transformed into something more subtle, and the bed looked like an enlarged version of the dorm beds. The chair that Harry asked the Room for had vanished too.

“Perfect! Ginny, you can find yourself a spot on the bed.”

Harry’s eyes twitched as he wondered if Hermione would always be so practical and blunt. Since Ginny was watching, Harry wanted to find some way to make this seem more romantic and personal. Still, if Hermione didn’t want that, he could only accept it.

Harry started playing with the ring again, twisting it on his finger as he thought about the changes it had brought. Not for the first time, he wondered if it was some sort of cursed object, but instead of something obvious, the effects are so subtle that you won’t know until it’s too late.

“You really like that ring.”

Harry flinched and saw Hermione staring at his hand curiously. She put it out of her mind and pulled Harry to the edge of the bed before kissing him softly.

“After tonight, we’ll truly belong to each other,” Hermione unbuttoned his shirt and kissed her way down his chest, “All our firsts shared together… well, other than the kiss I had with Victor and the one you had with Cho.”

Harry ignored Ginny’s giggle at Hermione’s nervous rambling. He was a little happy that his girlfriend seemed as nervous as he was. She was just better at hiding it under the surface.

Harry moved her trembling hands away from his boxers and lifted her off her knees before gently pushing her onto the bed. Hermione gasped when Harry climbed on top of her and nuzzled her jawline.

“It’s alright, Hermione. If you don’t think you’re ready, we can postpone this for another night. I have no problem waiting for you.”

Harry’s eye twitched when Ginny sighed like she saw something that moved her heart. It was harder than he thought to deal with the redhead’s presence, but Hermione seemed oblivious to her.

Hermione shook her head with determination, “No! I’m worried you won’t like me after we have sex, even though I know that’s ridiculous. Plus… it is our first time, so I think I have the right to be nervous.”

Harry nodded thoughtfully before deciding to try and calm her nerves. And the best way to do that was to kiss it out of her. Harry nipped at her pink lips before using his tongue to ask for entrance, which Hermione readily gave. It was unintentional, but it turned into a ten-minute snogging fest until Harry remembered why he was doing this. Keeping Hermione occupied by the kiss, he undressed their clothes one by one until they were almost in the nude.

Harry was strangely proud that his talent in kissing was enough to make Hermione utterly oblivious of what he was doing. The next step was to let her know she was ready, and what better way than to taste those rosy nipples that Hermione had teased him with during their practice duel?

Hermione whined when Harry pulled away from her lips but soon went back to moaning after he kissed the pulse in her neck before slowly trailing down. His cock was already rock hard, but Harry winced from his boxers constricting his manhood after he caught a glimpse of Hermione’s perky breasts. He only saw them briefly before Hermione knocked him out during the duel, but he now had all the time in the world to admire the perfect tits his girlfriend possessed.

Harry must have stared for too long since Hermione pushed him down to her waiting breasts and led him to her rosy nipple. He bit it lightly, making Hermione flinch, before cupping her tits in his hands. They felt soft and pliable as Harry sucked and nipped on one of her nipples while pinching the other between his fingers before switching. When he finally pulled back, Hermione’s tits had a spit shine and a purple bruise forming from his attention. Harry squeezed her tits again with a satisfied look before looking at Hermione’s face.

She was panting, her mouth slightly open, and was flushed red, missing all of the nervousness that she possessed at the start. Harry couldn’t resist giving her a short peck before moving further down her body, leaving a trail of kisses down her taut midriff before reaching her covered pussy. Hermione’s breath hitched when Harry hooked his fingers into her panties and slowly slipped them down to reveal a neatly trimmed strip of hair above a tightly sealed pussy.

“OH!”

Hermione squeaked when she felt Harry’s rough tongue on her cunt for the first time. She spread her legs wider to give Harry more access and buried her fingers into his hair, trying to push him deeper into her pussy. Harry was going by instinct at this point, and thankfully it seemed that Hermione liked what he was doing. He remembered the guys talking about the clit being the key to bringing any girl to an orgasm, so while his tongue was lapping at Hermione’s cunt, Harry used his thumb to gently circle her clit.

That seemed to work since Hermione squealed and clamped her thighs around his head. Harry was surprised to taste something sweet and tangy on his tongue and eagerly drank up everything Hermione had to give. When he finally pulled away from her cunt, Harry’s face glistened with her juices, giving Hermione a strange sense of ownership. Almost instinctively, she pulled Harry down on top of her and licked up the pussy juice on his chin before kissing him deeply to taste it on his lips.

Harry pulled away from the kiss and licked his lips, “That was… so fucking hot. And Hermione, you taste delicious!”

Hermione giggled, “You can do that again anytime you’d like.” She reached down to graze his cock in his boxers and asked, “D-Do you want me to….”

Harry smirked when Hermione’s sentence trailed off, and while he would love to see her beautiful lips stretched around his cock, he would save that for later. Harry slipped out of his boxers and was finally in the nude. He smirked when Hermione’s eyes grew wide at the sight of his hard cock.

“Merlin! That thing’s a monster!”

Harry froze at the voice and slowly turned his head to see Ginny, who he had completely forgotten about, with her hand inside her robes. Clearly fingering herself without care as she watched Harry and Hermione. No matter how odd he felt about her presence, Ginny was still a stunning girl that just praised his cock. Harry responded by giving the redhead a wink before turning his attention to a wide-eyed Hermione.

“Harry… is that going to fit in me?”

Harry wanted to laugh at that question since Hermione already knew the answer. This might be the first time she had seen his cock, but there were plenty of times that she felt it rub against her during their snogging sessions. Harry guessed that seeing his cock stunned her a little.

He pushed her slender legs up and put them over his shoulders, leaving Hermione exposed to his eyes. Harry pushed his cockhead into the tight seal of her cunt, making Hermione gasp softly as she felt the wide tip spread her lower lips. She let out a keening wail when Harry pushed a couple inches of his cock inside before slowly pulling back.

While taking deep breaths, Hermione gritted out, “Maybe it’s best if you go fast. Like ripping off a bandaid.”

Harry seriously doubted that, but it’s not like he really knew the best way to do this. Hopefully, it’d work out. After pulling out till only his cockhead was inside Hermione, Harry tensed his hips and gripped her hips before pounding his cock as deep as it could go.

Most of his thick shaft disappeared into Hermione’s previously untouched pussy before Harry felt like he had hit a wall. He groaned at feeling the tightness around his cock and shuddered in pleasure before realizing that Hermione hadn’t made a sound. Harry looked up to see his girlfriend open-mouthed and silent with her eyes rolled up into her head.

A few seconds later, a shrill scream escaped Hermione’s throat.

“OH FUCKING MERLIN! YOU’RE RIPPING ME APART!”

Harry panicked and started to pull his cock out of its tight sheath, but Hermione’s legs squeezing his neck stopped him in his tracks.

“DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING MOVE!”

Harry froze in position, leaving his cock deep inside what must be the place that was made for it. He never wanted to leave Hermione’s pussy if he could help it. Watching Hermione try to regain control brought Harry’s attention to something new about the ring.

There was a pulsating blue line that connected him to Hermione. As far as Harry knew, that had never existed before.

“What the hell was that, Harry?” Hermione moaned out, “Did you find a book on sex magic? It felt like every nerve in my body lit up.”

“Whatever it was, I wouldn’t mind if Harry tried that on me.”

Harry ignored Ginny’s interjection and stared at the ring. He had a feeling that the blue line had something to do with Hermione almost fainting from an orgasm. So it showed him how much a girl liked him, it most likely also brought out their inner desires, and gave the person he was making love with the best orgasm of her life…

This might be the best object Harry owned.

He made a testing thrust, immediately making Hermione clamp onto his arm and squeal loudly. Harry’s eyes brightened as he looked down at her. This might not be the best way to fuck all the time, but didn’t this mean he could literally make Hermione cum until she fainted? Harry’s cock twitched at that thought. Fucking Hermione so good that she overloaded on pleasure sounded like a plan.

“Harry, why do you have that look in your eyes?”

Harry smirked before looking at her pussy, admiring how it was stretched tight around his cock. “I’m going to give you the best night of your life, Hermione.”

Ginny had been watching all of this with a keen eye. She wasn’t sure why she suddenly asked Hermione to let her watch, but the redhead found that she didn’t regret it. Ever since Harry randomly decided to talk to her about relationships, it felt like her emotions were going haywire.

In the span of mere days, Ginny had gone from chipping away at her crush on Harry to almost falling in love with him all over again. What really freaked her out was how much she started to like Hermione.

But that wasn’t it.

When Harry and Hermione started dating, Ginny didn’t feel the devastation she expected. Instead, her reaction was to go to Hermione and find a way to get involved with Harry as his second girlfriend. Hermione always belonged with Harry, a new thought in Ginny’s mind, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t also be with him.

Ginny was well-aware of how strange all this was. She was an intensely possessive girl, and sharing Harry would have been unthinkable a few weeks ago. But instead of going to Madame Pomfrey, Ginny decided to accept this change. What use was regaining her jealousy when it would only hurt her chances with Harry?

So here Ginny was, watching Harry absolutely demolish Hermione by keeping her in a constant state of orgasm while she fingered herself and hoped for her own turn soon.

“HNNGGG!”

Hermione screamed into Harry’s mouth as he pounded his hips into her constantly clenching pussy. The bed was soaked with the sprays of her femcum, and there would be plenty more added before Harry stopped. Hermione already felt faint from the lack of oxygen since she had been far too busy cumming her brains out to take in proper breaths of air.

Harry didn’t know how he hadn’t already emptied his balls inside Hermione, but he had a feeling that he couldn’t last much longer. Before that, he wanted to make his goal of fucking her unconscious a reality.

Harry pulled off Hermione’s swollen lips and spread her legs wider, trying to find any way to fuck into her tight pussy faster. His balls had repeatedly been bouncing off her firm cheeks, and his cock was reaching places Hermione didn’t even know existed. Even then, Harry wasn’t satisfied.

With harsh grunts, Harry put more force into his thrusts, slamming his hips into Hermione’s ass ever so harder. The sound of flesh slapping against each other was deafening as it had finally overtaken Hermione’s screams of pleasure. Her ass wasn’t necessarily taking a harder beating from Harry’s thrusts, but rather her screams had become quieter.

Hermione’s constant state of orgasm would have been tiring even for the most experienced girl. Since Harry didn’t intend to let up, she knew she was reaching her limit. Black spots filled the edges of her vision with every orgasm Harry’s cock fucked out of her pussy, and Hermione couldn’t do much but take the pounding with open legs. Not that she wanted it to stop.

“HARRYYY!!”

Hermione screamed one last time as her pussy tried to strangle Harry’s pistoning cock. He groaned over her spasming body and finally lost control. With a cervix-piercing thrust, Harry covered Hermione’s body with his own and gave her pussy everything his balls had to offer. He repeatedly pumped his cock in her cunt to spray his spunk deep into her.

When Harry pulled out and greedily stared at Hermione’s inflamed pussy leaking cum, Ginny squealed, “You fucked her unconscious!”

Harry snapped his eyes to Hermione’s face and saw it lolling to the side. Ginny exaggerated a bit there, but Hermione was definitely in a delirious state right now. Harry cupped her face and kissed her lips softly before saying, “How was that Hermione? Was it everything you dreamed of?”

Hermione moaned softly as her eyes fluttered before closing. Harry smiled and kissed her forehead before sitting back, finally feeling the burn in his muscles from the effort to put Hermione in this state.

He felt Ginny drawing closer to him but didn’t have the energy to care... until she was right in front of him. Her aura had a lot of red bleeding into it.

Harry closed his eyes and gave up. This ring was a cheat code. Fucking Hermione into cumming until she fainted made Ginny fall in love with him.