In Bloom - Chapter 15

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

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

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Chapter 15: Date Night

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Making the plans had been easy enough. Even without the flower’s effect, Harry found that more than a few people were eager to bend the rules for him when it came to making last-minute reservations. Harry didn’t mind, though. Normally, he hated to use his fame for personal gain, but this time it was for a good cause.

Perhaps ‘good cause’ was stretching things a bit, but either way, Hermione and Susan deserved the best, and he would make damn sure they’d get it.

Harry double-checked his mental list for the umpteenth time. Everything was in place; the only thing left was to make sure he was ready as well. Looking himself over in the mirror, he smoothed a few non-existent wrinkles from his buttoned shirt. The smoke grey garment was brand new courtesy of Dobby, as were the accompanying slacks and brown leather oxfords the excitable little elf had gotten from…somewhere. He hadn’t asked, trusting the elf knew the best places for clothes after having served the Malfoys for so long. The elf had only needed a few galleons before popping away, returning barely an hour later with the ensemble he wore now.

Slipping on his belt, Harry adjusted the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt before checking his watch. It was nearly time, and knowing Hermione, it was better to be early than on time with how punctual the brunette usually was.

The common room was all but empty as he descended down the stairs. Most students had already left for Hogsmeade earlier in the day, and for those who hadn’t, they paid little mind to him as he exited through the portrait hole. The way down to the entrance hall went similarly, with only a few witches stopping him on the way. Thankfully, most were happy enough to pass after a few whispered promises of a night alone with them and a lingering kiss. However, one persistent younger Slytherin witch took a bit more convincing. 

‘Thank Merlin Dobby added those anti-wrinkle and cleansing charms to these clothes…’ he thought to himself, grunting as the brown haired girl tightened in climax around him.

He hadn’t bothered to find a broom cupboard when the girl wouldn’t take no for an answer. He was pressed for time after all. Instead, he resorted to pushing the lithe girl against the nearest wall and vanishing her clothes with a wave of his hand. She had only squeaked in surprise before he cut her off by stuffing her soaking quim with his cock. 

He fucked her hard and fast in hopes of finishing quickly before he was late, a shame considering the petite witch felt incredible as she trembled around his cock. What was her name again? Astoria? He’d have to remember that so he could find her and fuck her properly when he had a bit more time.

The younger witch came one last time with a loud squeal, her pussy gushing with her juices as Harry hilted himself deep inside and let loose a torrent of cum. 

Now with one obstacle out of his way — also known as slumped against a wall and leaking with cum — Harry continued on his way to the entrance hall, arriving just a few seconds before his dates did as well.

Harry took a moment to take them in. Susan wore a deep blue cardigan over a white blouse. Her black skirt fit snugly on her hips, drawing Harry’s eyes down to her creamy legs and down to the heels at her feet. Hermione, on the other hand, wore a maroon sundress that flowed around her hips and a light denim jacket. It was nothing grand, but to Harry, they still looked breathtaking.

“Well, don’t you look dashing mister,” said Susan, a cheeky smile splayed across her lips as she leaned up to place a quick kiss against his lips.

“He does clean up rather well from time to time,” Hermione commented as well.

“And you two look beautiful as always,” He replied with a chuckle, offering up an arm to both girls. “Ready to go?”

They nodded, hooking their arms through his. Harry led them out into the courtyard, following the path down to where the carriages waited. Yet it wasn’t the threstral pulled buggies that he pulled them towards, but a far more pristine carriage waiting just beyond, drawn by a quartet of Abraxian Pegasi.

Susan sucked in a squeal of delight as her eyes caught sight of the white winged horses, while Hermione turned to him with a look of confusion.

Harry shot the bookworm a wink, refusing to answer her unspoken question as Susan pulled away from his arm and raced to the first Pegasus in the line. The redhead wasted no time in showering the avian steed with sweet cooing words and gentle pets down its mane. The Pegasus took the attention in stride, almost seeming to preen at the attention, while the other three twitched at their lack of pets.

Harry laughed at the sight and moved to take the Hufflepuff by the arm. “C’mon you. Let’s go before you make the others jealous.”

Susan pouted but followed anyhow. He helped the redhead into the carriage first, then turned to offer his hand to Hermione. 

The brunette crossed her arms. “We’re not going to Hogsmeade, are we?”

“Nope,” said Harry. “Now after you Miss Granger.”

Hermione rolled her eyes but complied, taking his hand as she stepped up into the carriage. Harry followed suit, closing the door behind him with a soft ‘click’ before the carriage lurched forth, taking off into the skies.

“I do hope you got permission for us to leave the grounds,” Hermione said with a raise of her brow.

Harry nodded. Technically, he had. Professor Sinistra had been happy to grant his request for a night away from the castle, provided, of course, that he serve yet another week of detention with her. Harry had readily agreed.

“Oh don’t be so tense, Hermione!” Susan giggled, grasping the brunette’s hands. “This is supposed to be our night of fun! Just the three of us together, enjoying each other’s company without–y’know–spectators.”

Hermione blushed at the charged tone in which Susan spoke the last word. Thankfully, though, she relaxed, a small smile gracing her glossy lips.

“I suppose you’re right. It has been a rather tiresome few months,” she sighed. “Though I’d like to at least know where we’re going…” she said with a pointed look towards Harry.

Shrugging, Harry shot the bookworm a teasing grin and said, “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

Not satisfied with that answer, Hermione spent a good part of the trip attempting to poke and prod any bit of information she could out of him, but Harry kept tight-lipped. Susan was simply happy to sit and watch their exchange with poorly concealed giggles.

Eventually, their trip did come to an end, signalled by a gentle banking of their carriage as the winged horses slowly brought them down to the ground. Chancing a glance out the window, Harry was relieved to see everything set up as planned.

It was not the chilly air of late autumn that greeted him as he opened the door, but instead a comfortable warmth that permeated their air and painted the grass below with dew. A cobblestone pathway stood before him, lined on either side with burning candles as it wound its way up a tall hill where a thriving oak tree stood watching over the land around. Faery lights hung from its branches, circling around a table set for three.

Susan was the first out of the carriage after him. The redhead gasped at the sight, clutching his hand as she took everything in.

“Harry this is…” she murmured, trailing off with a look of wonder in her eyes.

“It's beautiful,” Hermione added, taking his other hand. “How in the world did you do this?”

Harry shrugged, slowly guiding the girls up the path. “It took a bit of work, but Tonks helped. Apparently, she has this friend whose whole job is to make stuff like this happen. Usually, she only does weddings and big ministry balls, but I managed to convince her to squeeze us in.”

“And just how did you ‘convince’ her?”

 Harry snorted at the brunette’s warning tone. “Tonks did the ‘convincing’ actually. Her friend is a Lesbian, so I doubt my charming smile would’ve worked with or without the aura.”

“Hmm, well, we haven’t actually tested that. It could’ve worked, hypothetically speaking…” Hermione trailed off. “Of course, there are some moral complications with that, so perhaps it’d be better if we shelved that idea for now.”

“Seconded! “ Susan replied. “In fact, how about we shelve all talks about auras and magical flowers for the night, yes? I’m the future herblogist between us, and even I’m sick of talking about bloody plants.”

Harry shook his head with a laugh and wrapped his arm around Susan’s waist. “Sounds good to me.”

As they approached the table, the faery lights brightened. Music drifted in, light and soothing as a band of magical instruments appeared and began to play softly. The atmosphere shifted, the gentle breeze died, and the air grew a bit cooler to match the comfort of the three. The wine glasses upon the table filled slowly with a sparkling wine whose name was far too complex for Harry to pronounce. 

Remembering his manners, he pulled both girls’ seats out for them, causing Susan to giggle and Hermione to roll her eyes. 

“So,” Susan began as she sat. “You told us how Tonks helped, but you never said how you convinced her to go along with your plan to begin with.”

“I just asked,” replied Harry with a shrug. “Tonks was happy enough to help.”

“Hmm, colour me disappointed.”

“Susan!” Hermione admonished.

The redhead blushed, but crossed her arms defiantly. “What? Tonks is hot! I mean, it’s a little weird knowing she shagged my aunt and all, but that doesn’t mean her arse isn’t fantastic!”

“So you want our boyfriend to tell us all about how he slept with another woman while we’re on our date?”

Susan shrugged. “Why not? It’s not like we didn’t spend all morning with Parvati, or are you forgetting that thing she did with her tongue that made you–”

“Alright! You win!” Hermione blushed. “Who are you and what did you do with the sweet, shy Susan Bones we knew?”

“She’s been shagged silly almost every day for the last three months by you two,” Susan giggled. “I’m no well of confidence or anything, mind you, but sex is a topic I'm fairly experienced with now.”

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint love, but Tonks just did it as a favour. Though–” Harry paused, a teasing smirk sliding over his lips. “I think she could be convinced to join us for a night. She has a thing for redheads after all.”

“Oh–well, uhm–” Susan blushed. “Ahem! Y–Yes, please,” the redhead stammered. Beside her, Hermione sighed with an amused smile and took a sip of her wine.

“Tonks’s preference for Bones women aside—We should probably talk about–” she waved her hand vaguely between the three of them. “--this.”

“You mean us?” Harry asked.

Hermione nodded. “We’ve been skirting around the whole ‘what are we?’ talk for some time now. I mean–I’m fairly confident we all feel the same for each other, but I think we should at least talk about it before jumping headfirst into a relationship.”

“I suppose that’s fair,” Susan sighed. “There is a lot to consider.”

“Like?” Harry asked. He was at a bit of a loss when it came to relationships; he knew that, but he knew that the girls were right. Their lives with the strange flower’s blessing were messy as is, adding a relationship into the mix—a relationship between three people—added only more uncertainty.

“Well, for starters, things need to be equal between us. We’re all three in this together, and that means it has to be all three of us. I don’t wish for a situation to occur where two of us split off from the other or show unequal favour.” Hermione explained.

“Hmm,” Harry nodded. “That’s a good idea. But that goes for everything. Not just affection and stuff, but when it comes to making decisions that concern all three of us. We should all have a say.”

“I think that’s more than fair,” Susan agreed, placing a hand against Harry’s own atop the table. “But that shouldn’t also stop us from spending time with one another independently. I want you two to have time alone together, just as I want time alone with both of you separately from time to time. I don’t want two of us to feel guilty for spending an evening together without the other.”

“Of course,” Hermione nodded. “We can still be independent. Just because we’re dating does not mean we must spend every waking hour together.”

At some point, the food arrived, courtesy of Dobby yet again, who had prepared it earlier in the Hogwarts kitchens. They spoke more about their relationship as they ate, laying down boundaries and bringing other important topics to the forefront.

“There is one more thing…” Susan said after their plates disappeared from the table. The redhead sighed and leaned forward with her arms crossed atop the table. “The mark. We still don’t know a whole lot about it, but there’s a good chance that it's permanent.”

“We can’t be sure–”

“But there’s a chance,” Susan said, cutting Hermione off. “Which means Ginny’s is permanent as well, and whoever else’s that may end up getting one until we figure out a way for you both to control who gets one. We also don’t know how deep the connection runs, so there may be a point where the three of us have to invite others into the fold.”

“I–” Hermione began, her eyes widening. “I hadn’t thought of that…”

“But we don’t have to rush into that,” Harry argued. “Like you said, there’s a lot we still don’t know, so until then we’ll keep researching. There’s gotta be something we’ve missed, right?”

Susan nodded. “Right. I just want us to keep an open mind. Besides, it’s not like our relationship will be terribly exclusive. That’d be a bit hard, considering neither of you can leave the common room without being snogged by the closest witch.”

“You’ve got a point,” Harry chuckled. “So we’re doing this then, yeah? A proper relationship?”

“It seems so,” Hermione hummed. “So what now?”

“We could snog?” Susan offered.

Harry huffed out a laugh and stood. “As wonderful as that sounds, love, I did in fact have more planned than a simple candlelit dinner.”

“Oh? Do tell…”

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Susan ran her fingers down Hermione’s side. The warm water brought a light red flush to her skin, but the flush of her cheeks was all in part to the brunette’s lips upon her collarbone. A calloused hand joined the fray, finding its way under the hem of Susan’s blouse and gliding across her stomach. The feeling of Harry’s broad chest flush against her back sent trills of delight down her spine, even more so when Hermione pressed her own lithe form against Susan’s front, sandwiching her between them.

‘Oh fuck this is hot!’ she thought, full of excitement as Harry leaned down to kiss her while Hermione made her way lower down her chest, unbuttoning Susan’s blouse as she went.

Susan parted her lips to allow Harry’s tongue into her mouth, sighing as she felt Hermione’s hands fussing at the clasp of her bra. Like a dam breaking, her tits spilt free without warning, popping forth from her bra. Hermione didn't waste any time in taking one of her nipples between her teeth, sucking harshly on the sensitive bud. Susan’s breath hitched, a moan bubbling up from her chest as Harry trailed one of his hands up to grip her other breast. Her moan turned to a full-blown gasp as Hermione pulled away from her tit, her teeth grazing against Susan’s nipple teasingly.

“Clothes off,” the bookworm commanded. “Now.”

Susan giggled as she and Harry ended their kiss, each sitting up to begin stripping themselves, as Hermione had – somehow – already managed to divest herself from her top and bra alike, moving on to remove Susan’s skirt. Susan shimmied her hips to aid the other witch, tossing the remains of her blouse and bra off to the side. 

The hotel room Harry had reserved for them was fantastic, complete with all the amenities, including a large private hot tub on the balcony, yet the moment Susan had laid her eyes on the giant bed in the middle of the room, she had all but dragged her boyfriend and girlfriend over and began attacking them with fervour.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” she breathed as Hermione undressed in front of her. The brunette blushed, tossing her clothes to the side before taking the redhead's face between her hands.

“Shut up,” she murmured, pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss.

Susan gasped against Hermione’s lips as she felt Harry snake his hands between her thighs. The heat of her womanhood was palpable, burning with an eagerness that increased with every touch and caress from her lovers. 

“You both are,” her boyfriend murmured in her ear. Susan whimpered in response, breaking her kiss with Hermione to tilt her head back and capture his lips instead.

Hermione took the opportunity to fully divest herself from her remaining clothing, her knickers and bra soon joining the ever-growing pile of clothes on the floor. While she was busy, Susan had turned herself around, all but lying over Harry’s lap while she nuzzled her face against his half-erect cock, mouthing his length through his boxers. She moaned through a mouthful of cotton and cock as Hermione’s hands found their way to her arse. She could feel as the bookworm use her hands to spread her arse-cheeks apart, the cool air of the room licking across her soaking quim and puckered back door. She nearly doubled over when Hermione’s tongue ran itself over her slit all the way to the rim of her arsehole. The redhead arched her back, silently pleading for more as she finally took the time to yank down her boyfriend’s boxers and wrap her cock-hungry lips around his stiffened meat.

“Fuck…” Harry groaned, running his fingers through Susan’s dark red hair as she slowly bobbed her head up his length. Susan moaned back in agreement, working her mouth faster as Hermione sank two fingers deep inside her quim. The brunette’s tongue had become fascinated with Susan’s arsehole, and the redhead couldn't deny she loved the new sensation.

‘Merlin this is perfect!’ Susan whimpered in her own mind, her outward moans muffled by her boyfriend's thick fucking cock burying itself down her throat.

The rumble of Harry’s moans sent a shiver of delight down her spine, crashing headfirst into the toe-curling sensations of Hermione’s tongue burying itself inside her wet quim while the bookworm’s fingers teased Susan’s clit. It wasn’t any surprise, really, when a few moments later, it was Susan who reached her climax first. She shuddered, and her thighs clenched around Hermione’s head. Yet even through her squealing climax, she continued with her noisy cocksucking, slurping and gagging around Harry’s cock until her groaned out once more with a whispered “Fuck!” and erupted inside her mouth.

Susan whimpered around his pulsing cock, desperate to lap up every drop. Her pussy was soaked before, thanks to Hermione driving her over the edge with her oral ministrations, but now she was fucking drenched as Harry dumped every drop of his load down her throat. Like before, whenever Susan took his seed, a strange humming sensation passed over her skin, prickling her body with gooseflesh as the aura of their blessing washed over her. Things became hazy, but not disorientingly so. It was almost like a contact high, one that made Susan’s cunt throb with need.

Driven only by this singular need, Susan wasted no time in rolling over and crashing her lips against Hermione’s, swapping her mouthful of cum with the brunette as their tongues fought for dominance.

“Fuck yes!” Susan gasped, breaking their kiss with a gasp. “Mmm~ Don’t you just love the taste of our boyfriend’s cum, ‘Mione?”

“Yes…” the brunette whimpered, trailing her hands up and onto Susan’s tits. Susan giggled and pushed her chest forward, offering the girl full access to her large bosom.

“Mmm, you know what’s better than his cum, though? His big fucking cock,” she whimpered, moaning lightly as Hermione once more took one of her hardened nipples into her mouth. “Harry–” she gasped, leaning forward to spread both her and Hermione’s legs. “Your girlfriends need to be fucked~”

Harry settled behind them without much further prompting, his hands gliding down Susan’s arse. “God, Susie, you really have become a horny slut,” Harry spoke, teasing his thumb over her arsehole.

“Then give your slut what she wants and fuck me!” She moaned, slipping her hand down to begin attacking Hermione’s cunt while the bookworm sucked on her tits. In this position, she had the perfect access to the other girl’s weeping slit. Their pussies would sometimes even graze against one another, sending tingles throughout Susan’s clit.

The squeal of delight she expelled when Harry slid inside her was drowned out only by Harry’s own groan as he bottomed out inside her. Below Hermione’s noises of pleasure mixed in as well, creating a symphony of sex fueled gasps.

Every thrust of her boyfriend’s cock inside her brought with it a new wave of wanton moans. The ragged jostling as he slammed into her helped Susan’s fingers grind deeper inside of Hermione’s cunt. But it wasn’t the hard fucking nor Hermione’s whimpers of pleasure that drove Susan wild. It was the fact that she could hear the slap of Harry’s hips slamming against her luscious arse that had her tetering upon the edge within minutes.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” She chanted, screwing her eyes shut as her orgasm slammed into her. She spasmed atop Hermione, her lips finding the brunette’s unconsciously as she all but screamed into her girlfriend’s lips in climax. As her body slumped forward, she could barely register as Harry pulled out of her cunt with a slap to her arse before moving a few inches downwards to stretch Hermione open instead. The jostling of her body as her girlfriend was fucked beneath her was the only thing she could feel as she drifted in and out of consciousness. It was only when she was turned over onto her back that she finally regained some of her senses, just in time to see her boyfriend’s cock pushed between her tits and a river of cum suddenly rain down on her face.

“Yes!” she hissed, using her hands to push her tits together and stroke his cock as he came. “Oh fuck that’s so hot…”

“Fuck yes,” Harry moaned in response.

Susan leaned down as the last of his cum was dribbled onto her tits and licked the rim of his swollen cock-head. “Best date ever!” she said with a giggle.

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Author’s Note

I had to, unfortunately, move the surprise to the next chapter as some parts of this chapter were changed, where it didn't fully work how I wanted it to. Nevertheless, I hope this chapter met everyone’s expectations!

Thanks for reading!