In Bloom - Chapter 13

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 12: Reap and Resow

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It was a day later that Harry found himself–thoroughly exhausted and sore from an entire weekend with two insatiable sexy witches–stepping out of the visitor’s floo and back into the familiar stone walls of Hogwarts. 

“Ah! Right on time!” Professor Flitwick chirped. “I trust your time with the aurors was eventful?”

“You could say that,” Harry huffed, memories of his weekend between the two voluptuous figures of Amelia and Tonks racing to the forefront of his mind almost involuntarily, “They were very…eager.”

“Ah, wonderful! Eager students make teaching all the easier,” the diminutive professor laughed, “Now don’t let me keep you, Harry. I’m sure you wish to rest after the no doubt arduous weekend you’ve had. Up to bed with you!”

Harry gave the professor a thankful nod and began his trek up to the seventh floor. Of course, it was not the Gryffindor dorm he ended up at, but the entrance to the Room of Requirement, where, sure enough, Hermione and Susan were already waiting for him.

“So, how was training?” Hermione asked, barely glancing up from the essay she was working on.

Harry groaned and slumped onto the couch next to Susan, earning him a glare as his jostling nearly made her spill ink all over her Arithmancy homework. Ignoring the redhead’s glare, Harry replied.

“It was fine. Your aunt says ‘hi’ by the way, Susan.”

Susan’s glare morphed into a grimace, and she shook her head. “Ugh! As if I need another reminder that my sorta-boyfriend is also shagging my aunt. Blech!”

“Sorta-boyfriend?” Harry asked with a quirked brow.

Susan gave him a nonplussed look. “You’re regularly sleeping with over half a dozen other witches, one of whom is my aunt. Not to mention the other one-time and broom cupboard quickies with who knows how many girls at this point. It’s not exactly a situation that screams ‘exclusivity’, dearest.” She finished with a teasing tone.

“Plus,” Hermione added, “You haven’t taken either of us on a proper date yet.”

Harry shook his head, holding up his hands in faux surrender. “Alright, alright. All fair points. Next Hogsmeade visit, I’ll treat you both to the best date ever then. Flowers, dinner, gifts–all the stops. What do you say?”

Susan and Hermione shared a look that left Harry somewhat confused on when they had developed that little habit or if it was just a girl thing he had never noticed, before Susan turned to him with a smile.

“That’d be lovely. After you ask us properly, of course.” She smirked.

Harry sighed. He wasn’t quite out of the woods just yet, it seemed.

“But you can worry about that later,” Hermione added, “We have more important things to discuss right now.”

“Okay.” Harry sat up a bit straighter. “What things?”

“Things we discovered about the blessing–and its side-effects,” provided Susan.

And so they explained–First, about the mark and then the changes it caused to Susan’s magic. Hermione spared no detail, sharing all of her findings and results from her examination of the mark and the…results of releasing the build-up of magical energy it was funnelling into Susan’s core. Harry listened throughout, offering up a few questions as they explained, before asking to see the mark for himself.

Susan blushed despite her best efforts as she hiked up her skirt. Even though Harry had seen her naked and in much more compromising positions countless times before, for some reason, having him gently groping the flesh of her bum while he studied the glowing sigil brought an intense heat to her face. “Are you–ahem–almost done?”

Harry hummed in confirmation and leaned back. “Yes, I’m done. Thanks, Susie.”

Susan nodded and readjusted her skirt, fighting to control the blush of her cheeks as she sat back down.

“So?” Hermione asked.

“I think you’re right. I mean, I don’t really know what it is, but it’s like I could feel part of my own magic within it. It’s different from Ginny’s, that's for sure.” He replied.

Hermione blinked. And again. She looked towards Susan, silently asking the redhead to please confirm that, yes, they both indeed just heard Harry right. The other witch, however, looked just as confused as she felt, and so Hermione was forced to repeat Harry’s words back at him.

“Different…from Ginny’s?” The brunette said slowly.

Harry nodded. “Yeah. I mean–I never really paid any close mind to it. I thought it was some temporary magical tattoo or something. Like the ones you can buy at quidditch games.” He shrugged. “I dunno, with all the weirdness of the last two months, I didn’t think about it much.”

Hermione could feel her eye twitch as a flurry of emotions threatened to overwhelm her. Counting to ten twice in her head, the bookworm took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

“And you didn’t think to share this with us…why?”

Sensing the shift in the brunette’s mood, Harry tried to choose his next words carefully.

“I…didn’t think it was important?”

Hermione raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And how about now?” she said, her features screwed up into an extremely unamused expression.

Harry licked his lips, feeling just a tiny bit like he had messed up somewhere in this conversation. Looking towards Susan offered no help as the redhead had a nearly identical stormy look on her face. 

“Well, it–I didn’t–I should probably go get Ginny now, shouldn’t I?” he sighed.

Hermione nodded, a tense smile forming on her lips.

“That would be best.”

Harry reached Gryffindor Tower in record time.

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Unlike Susan, Ginny had absolutely no qualms whatsoever with stripping out of all her clothes and allowing three people to all but ogle her nude body. Well–maybe not ogling, but they were taking turns studying the silly little mark above her womanhood, so in her mind it pretty much counted.

Plus, she’s already caught Harry taking a peek at her tits three times now.

“You sure you’re okay with this Gin’?” Harry asked for the umpteenth time.

Ginny nodded, suppressing a shiver of excitement as Hermione’s finger traced the golden sigil in slow, methodical movements.

“Yep!”, she chirped with a ‘pop!’, “Though I’m a bit disappointed that this is what you meant when you said you needed me to take off my clothes and not…y’know~”

Harry chuckled at the sultry tone her voice took and shook his head. “Later. I promise.”

“M’kay,” she hummed, gently closing her eyes with a pleased noise as Hermione sent a small pulse of magic into her mark. It tingled delightfully throughout her core.

“Well, you were right about one thing,” Hermione paused as she sent Harry a small glare. She continued, “Her mark is different, not just in appearance and location, but magically too.”

“How so?”

“For starters, it only resonates with your magic. Mine isn’t present as it is with Susan’s” 

Hermione demonstrated this by pressing her finger against Ginny’s mark. When the redhead showed little to no reaction, she then grabbed Harry’s hand and repeated the action using his finger. This time, the second his finger came into contact with the golden rose, Ginny jerked back with a loud squeak and clutched her nude mound.

“See?” Hermione waved. “The same feedback loop as our magic has with yours, Susan, which leads me to difference number two. Ginny’s mark seems to be far more sensitive, whether due to its influence on Ginny or her normal tolerance to sexual stimulation.”

“So then that means it probably doesn’t have the same effect on her magic as it does mine…”, Susan murmured in thought.

“Precisely. Though just to be sure–”, Hermione turned to face Ginny, who seemed to have recovered from the sudden shock to her system, “You haven’t experienced any sudden increase to your spellpower, correct?”

Ginny thought for a moment, bringing one hand up to cradle her chin as if she were answering a professor’s question and not standing naked in the middle of a large room with three other people.

“Nope!” she chirped.

Hermione nodded and jotted down a note in her journal. “As I thought. It appears that these marks can vary from person to person. Perhaps intuning with their magical signature and creating these alternate reactions. Though I can’t be sure if that’s because of this magic’s particular nature or because their creations differed.”

“Differed?” Susan asked.

“She means that your mark was made when the three of us slept together, but Ginny’s was created when only I had sex with her.”, Harry supplied.

“Correct.” Hermione nodded.

“Oh!” Ginny shouted excitedly, “When we shagged in the locker room showers!”, she exclaimed, turning towards Harry, “That was when the mark appeared! I’d forgotten!”

Harry ducked his head a bit at Hermione and Susan’s twin looks of amusement and cleared his throat.
“Ahem–yeah, that would line up.”

“I see,” Hermione said, eyes dancing with mirth, “Well then, it appears the only question is what side effects have you noticed since you got your mark, Ginny?”

“Hmm…Well I’m able to feel when Harry’s shagging another girl. Does that count?” the redhead asked.

It must by the way the three of them were now staring at her. Odd.

“I–Yes Gin, I’d say that counts. Why did you never say anything?” Harry questioned.

Ginny shrugged. “Just wanted to figure it out myself, I suppose. I never really got anywhere. Plus, you’ve been so busy lately!” she huffed, “I’ve barely had any alone time with you! I can’t tell you something if I never see you anymore!”

It was a bit of a stretch. They had been around each other a good bit over the last week. At Quidditch practice, in the common room, Ginny had even taken to sitting on his lap at nearly every meal, but she was right that they hadn’t necessarily had any alone time together. Even counting the last time they had sex, they hadn’t been alone. Lavender had joined in partway through, and while that was certainly a memorable experience, it perhaps wasn’t as personally intimate as Ginny would have liked. 

Plus, if he was learning one thing since this whole flower fiasco began, then it was to never argue with a witch while she was standing in front of you naked.

“You’re right. I’ve been really busy the last few days, and I’m sorry for not making more time for you. I promise I’ll work on that, yeah?” he said, reaching out to take Ginny’s hand.

Ginny sighed and shot him a small smile. “S’alright. I understand that things have gotten a bit…hectic for you. I just don’t want you to forget me, y’know?”

Harry frowned and pulled Ginny close to him, pressing her lithe body against his as he embraced her. “Never,” he whispered.

Ginny smiled and buried herself into his chest, content with the warmth of his arms around her. She would have liked nothing more than to cling to him forever, yet she knew Hermione still had questions, and it was probably best for both her and Susan’s sake that they find out as much as they could about the marks. Pulling away from Harry, she turned back to Hermione and Susan, who both gave her smiles of their own. After some muttered apologies and assurances they understood, they turned back to the matter at hand

“So you can feel–”

“And see,” Ginny interrupted, “Well–sometimes. I can hear some things as well.”

“Right…but what does that mean exactly?” Hermione asked.

Ginny shrugged. “I dunno how to explain it. It’s sort of like these phantom sensations. Little flashes of stimulation almost. The sights and sounds come and go for the most part. Usually, they’re random and never appear for long. It’s the physical part I can always feel. Sort of like I’m the one he’s shagging in the moment. From the little I’ve been able to see, I know for a fact that I always cum at the exact moment the other witch cums as well. I don’t know if it's because of whatever this connection is or..well…”, she trailed off, eyes trailing down Harry’s form as she lightly bit her bottom lip.

“I see. Interesting…” Hermione hummed, writing down a few more notes before closing her book shut. “Well then! There seems to be only one thing left to do.”

“Hmm?” Ginny sounded, snapping herself out of her trance, “And what’s that?”

Hermione’s smile deepened as her eyes took on a mischievous glint.

“Why experimenting, of course!”

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Ginny was an adventurous girl. Ever since she was young, she has always loved to try new things. This usually resulted in her getting scolded by her mother for various less than safe acts such as climbing to the very top of the orchard trees or using Scabbers as bait to lure gnomes out of the garden (in hindsight it probably would’ve been better to just feed the stupid little beast to the gnomes considering the whole Peter Pettigrew in disguise thing).

She kept her adventurous streak over the years, allowing it to grow and expand from childish acts of daring to her actual interests. It’s why, in her opinion, she was such a brilliant chaser. Gryffindor bravery was all well and good, but when Ginny Weasley played quidditch she used more than just her house traits to dominate the field. She used the very fire within her to fuel every heart-clenching dive and impossible twist and turn. It didn’t matter that half of the moves she’s displayed in their games she never even practised once. Her thrill-seeking confidence made up for that.

So no, it was needless to say that Ginny was most certainly not afraid to try new things, and that included her sexual tastes as well.

That being said, after solidly experiencing it for 5 minutes now, she could 100% say she did not enjoy being tied up and forced to watch other witches shag her crush.

Ginny groaned audibly, the sound distorted by the cloth gag in her mouth, as Susan sank down onto Harry’s stiffened cock with her own audible gasp.

Her pussy clenched. A whisper of stimulation ghosted across her folds. For a brief moment, she could feel her own inner walls stretching apart as if she were the one sheathing his length inside her. Once more, she fought against her bindings, her struggle just as futile as it’d been 10 seconds ago when she last tried. Hermione’s spellwork was impeccable, and as such, Ginny could do nothing but watch on while her inner thighs became slicker by the moment.

Speaking of the bookworm, she glanced up and shot a furious glare her way. Hermione held her heated stare with the ghost of a smile on her lips before her composure cracked and a mewling moan slipped free. While Susan began to work her hips, grinding on Harry’s cock, Hermione had her thighs wrapped firmly around his face as she enjoyed the benefits only a parseltongue lover could provide. Each whispered hiss tore another whimper from the brunette’s lips until she was forced to cling to Susan for support.

Ginny clamped her eyes shut as another wave of pleasure washed over her. Her legs trembled against the ropes that held them open, desperate to close them as her pussy spasmed around nothing but air. If she had the presence of mind to truly think about it, she would describe the sensation as peculiar. It was one she felt before, in the privacy of her four-poster bed, occurring whenever Harry was abed with more than one witch at a time. She could feel as Susan’s cunt was stretched with every rock of her hips, just as she could feel Hermione’s cunt quiver as Harry’s tongue massaged her pearl. They were two very separate sensations happening at the same time and Ginny’s body could scarcely keep up. 

Tears welled behind her eyes as Susan suddenly increased her pace. The phantom pleasure increased tenfold, as did the sound of the redhead’s whispered words of pleasure.

“Yes~!” Susan hissed, this time she being the one to collapse forward into Hermione’s whimpering form. Below her, Harry took over, grabbing Susan by her wide hips as he began to thrust up into her dripping cunt. “Morgana, yes! Oh fuck me just like that!” Susan cried.

Her cries grew louder as Harry increased his pace. The loud slaps of their sexes meeting over and over again filled the room, drowned out only by Susan’s ever-increasing wails.

In the blink of an eye, Susan was thrust over the edge with Ginny dragged right along with her. The younger Gryffindor’s vision went white, and her entire body went statue still as Susan’s climax became her own. She could barely hear Susan’s screams as the Hufflepuff witch came. Her mind was completely blank of all sensory information save for the physical pleasure humming throughout her body. Unbeknownst to her, Hermione watched with rapt attention as the mark above her womanhood flashed a bright, brilliant gold.

It took a few moments for her to completely return to her senses, her breath ragged and panting. Finally, looking up, she watched as Susan collapsed against Harry’s chest while Hermione rolled off his face with a groan. Their eyes met once more, and Hermione spoke slowly as she fought to regain her breath.

“Well t–that answers th–that,” she panted. “I suppose I can free you now.”

Ginny whimpered in affirmation, shifting against her bindings weakly as her body still reeled from the after-effects of climax. Thankfully, struggling wasn’t necessary as, with a wave or Hermione’s hand, the ropes sagged free, as too did the cloth gag in her mouth.

In the blink of an eye Ginny tore herself free, all but scrambling atop the bed just as Susan rolled off of Harry. In an instant, her lips were wrapped around his cock. She barely even registered the taste of Susan’s juices as she began to rapidly bob her head. Harry grunted above her and threaded his fingers through her hair.

“Merlin Gin!” he gasped. “I didn’t think the mark made you this eager!”

Ginny hummed in response, pushing her face down until almost the entirety of his cock was buried in her throat. Despite the discomfort in her throat, Ginny couldn’t help but cheer happily in her mind. Feeling him fuck other witches was all well and good, but nothing could ever beat the real thing. She spent another half-minute or so eagerly sucking his cock before her patience wore thin and she pulled off his length with a gasp.

Harry shifted with her as she settled onto his lap. The underside of his cock grazed against her moistened heat, pulling an unintentional moan from Ginny’s lips. Pressing her palms flat against his chest, the ginger girl raised her hips and allowed Harry to line himself up with her dripping entrance. A single thrust was all it took for him to be fully hilted inside her. She gasped aloud, blinking away the stars in her vision as Harry set a methodical pace, plunging upwards into her depths, thrust after thrust.

Only a few seconds passed before she felt another set of hands wrap themselves around her chest. Glancing back, she caught only a glimpse of honey-brown hair as Hermione began to place slow, sensual kisses up the side of her neck. Ginny cooed in delight, tilting her head to the side to allow the older girl better access. Hermione took full advantage, suckling and nipping at the sensitive flesh beneath her jaw whilst her hands moved up to squeeze the redhead’s petite tits. 

Every touch, caress, and kiss from the other girl set Ginny’s flesh aflame. It was unlike anything Ginny could truly describe. She’s shared Harry’s bed with other witches before, and has grown quite used to the touch of another woman by now. Yet with Hermione, it was different. In a sense, it was almost like how she felt with Harry, as if every nerve in her body became hypersensitive and the barest of touches from the brunette could potentially turn Ginny into a moaning, sex-crazed mess. In fact it was exactly like Harry…

‘They mentioned a blessing, hadn’t they? Could this be what they meant…’ She whispered inside her mind.

Unable to properly follow that train of thought, given her current situation, Ginny endeavoured to worry about it later and instead fully succumbed to the moment.

Hermione’s lips were on her’s now. The bookworm drank up every gasp, moan, and whimper from Ginny’s mouth, stealing the breath from her very lungs as her cunt spasmed around Harry’s cock. As her release crept closer, Ginny began to work her hips as well, dropping her arse down in time with Harry’s thrust. Their hips met every time with a loud ‘SMACK!’, but it wasn’t the force, nor the intensity of the thrusts that finally sent her careening off the edge. It was Hermione’s fingers as they slipped between her folds and pressed firmly against her throbbing clit.

Ginny latched onto Hermione’s hands, screaming loudly into the bookworm’s mouth as she came. Her pussy was soaked, gushing with juices all over Harry’s cock. She could feel it pulse inside her, the warmth of his seed filling her with every jerk. Bonelessly, she collapsed backwards against Hermione’s chest, the brunette’s fingers still working the bud of her clit slowly as Harry’s cock finished unloading inside her.

“Oh!” Hermione gasped suddenly, drawing Ginny from the lull of her post-ogasmic haze. Following the other girl's eyes downward, she too gasped as she watched the golden mark shimmer across her flesh. The lines shifted and blurred, reforming until they were identical to the one Susan bore.

“Huh,” Harry muttered. “Don’t suppose either of you were expecting that?”

Hermione and Ginny both shook their heads while beside them, Susan groaned and turned over.

“Wha’ happened?” she murmured grogily, before her eyes landed upon Ginny’s newly changed sigil. “Oh bugger me–” the redhead sighed.

Unbeknownst to the four, down below the castle in a magically warm greenhouse, a somewhat sentient flower swayed back and forth, happily trilling as it felt its chosens’ magic take hold within another mate.

Its joyful song quickly spread, overtaking the other nearby flora as plants, flowers, and conifers alike all bloomed as if spring had come anew. 

The addition of two mates meant that its plan was going even better than expected–if plants could make plans, that is. The Passion Flower had no true ulterior motive or machinations as humans would understand it. It simply beheld the same instinct all other life had–to thrive and live as its purpose intended, and the Passion Flower’s purpose was that of passion. Nothin more, nothing less.

Now, if only it could take care of the pesky little soul-weed clinging to its first chosen…

Oh well, it, like nature, was patient. Soon a solution would come, but for now it would bask in the passion of its chosen and their mates…

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Author’s Note

Little by little, things are developing…We’ll see where they bring us : )

Thanks for reading!