In Bloom - Chapter 9

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 9: Pruning Shears

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To say the last few weeks had been strange for Ginny would be an understatement. Then again, when attending Hogwarts, one needed to become accustomed to the strangeness very quickly.

But this wasn’t your average sort of quirky oddites that normally came with living in the old magical castle. Walking into the bathroom only to find all the toilets on the ceiling? Just another Tuesday. Catching three Cornish Pixies trying to nick your favourite pink bra? Child’s play. 

But ever since she and Harry had made love in the Quidditch Showers…

Look, she wasn’t an idiot. She was acutely aware something was going on with Harry, she just frankly didn’t give a damn. Was she perhaps a bit worried at first? Absolutely! An entire castle full of beautiful, hot, and horny witches doesn’t just become obessed with one bloke overnight! And yet that’s exactly what happened! No, her concerns had been very rigorously fucked out of her when she realized this newfound change completely destroyed all her inner most fears of rejection. For the first time in her life, Ginny had been able to freely admit her feelings to Harry without any pesky self-conscious thoughts getting in her way, and it had worked!

Sure, he is shagging other witches, but at least Ginny knows that he’s attracted to her! Plus, she’s one of his favourites! Those pathetic sluts like Romilda Vain and Cho Chang are lucky to find their way into Harry’s bed once, maybe twice a month. Ginny is there nearly three times a week, squealing on her beloved’s cock while he tells how how beautiful she is and how good her pussy feels. She could handle sharing every now and then, too! It wasn’t like Ginny didn’t enjoy it when Susan Bones or Daphne Greengrass joined them. If anything it was quite fun having another girl there to compete with. In a friendly manner, of course.

That reminds her, Tracey Davis still owes her five sickles for winning that bet on who could take Harry’s cock up the arse the longest without cumming. She’d won by three and a half-seconds, which is impressive when you consider that had been Ginny’s first ever time trying anal whilst Tracey was a seasoned pro at that point.

Needless to say, Ginny was more than okay with the recent changes around the castle. What gave her pause was the small golden rose that adorned the space above her pussy. She first noticed it a day after her shower with Harry. At first, she found nothing peculiar about it, sans its sudden appearance on her flesh, but then it happened.

She’d been in bed, her curtains drawn and pajama bottoms pulled down to her ankles while she studied the, admittedly, quite pretty flower tattoo. That changed when, before her very eyes, the tattoo began to glow an even brighter gold before, with a flash, Ginny was thrashing atop her bed in sudden and intense climax. 

Ginny came four times that night, each orgasm preceded by a small etherial flash from her tattoo. With each climax she was subjected to, Ginny caught flashes of stimuli. It was seemingly random. Sights, sounds, smells. In between her gasping moans, she could make out little bits and pieces. She could hear a split second of a moan that was not hers. Smell the familiar scent of sex before it faded from her nose. Feel her inner walls be stretched apart by something thick and hard before the sensation vanished. Sometimes she could even see flashes of another perspective. A glimpse of red hair. A peek at a pair of large bouncing breasts. It was never enough to form a full picture, at least, not until the next morning.

The strange bout of climaxes had Ginny up into the wee hours of the morning. Her body may have experienced such amazing pleasure, but her pussy yearned all night for the real thing. Which is why she found herself all but kicking down the door to the 6th year boys dormitory intended on waking her beloved with her mouth around his cock before he fucked her into a screaming mess.

Key word: Intended.

When she threw open the curtains around his bed only to find Susan Bones already there deepthroating his cock, Ginny had been shocked to say the least. Not by the fact that there was another woman in Harry’s bed, that was common enough a sight, but because the image of Susan pulling off of Harry’s spit-soaked cock with a gasp made her mind flash back to when that a nearly identical scene had flashed before her mind’s eye.

Somehow, Ginny had received glimpses of their lovemaking the night before, and she had no earthly clue how or why.

Of course, she never explained this to Susan or Harry. Truthfully it was because Ginny had been really fucking horny at the time and had practically jumped onto Harry’s cock the moment Susan’s had released it from the moist velvety prison she called her mouth. She also never mentioned it after she was properly sexually satiated either. No, this was something she wanted to figure out herself, and besides, she found it kind of kinky to have to stifle random moans throughout the day as her body was assaulted with yet more phantom orgasms courtesy of Harry. It was fun to fantasize about which lucky witch he was currently fucking at the time and where based on the small glimpses she got. One time, she even got a peek into her own fun with Harry! It had been quite odd to experience two orgasms at once, and the echo of her own screaming moans in her ears had been disorienting to say the least, but at least she knew now it was most certainly Harry that was causing this, albeit unintentionally.

So yes, it had been a strange few weeks for Ginny, though she didn’t particularly mind. She smiled to herself as she peered down at her nude body as she lay atop her bed. The golden rose was beginning to brighten with that oh so familiar glow, and Ginny bit her bottom lip in excitement. The orgasm that came was amplified by the pumping of her fingers inside her trembling snatch. As it raged, she caught whiffs of strawberry perfume and the taste of cherry lip-gloss. She could feel a sticky wetness inside her womb as her inner walls were seemingly stretched by the ghost of Harry’s cock. Then came the images. It was Lavender he was fucking. The blonde was bent over with her face buried into a pillow. The girl’s wide hips and plump arse was marred by red welted handprints. The bruised flesh rippled with every thrust of Harry’s cock, though he was too busy buring him tongue inside Hermione’s mouth to watch such a enthralling sight. There were two other’s there, but before she could tell who the scene faded from her eyes as her orgasm faded with a fianlly gush of arousal from her pussy.

Ginny climaxed more times than she could count, eventually passing out with a pool of her own juices seeping into the mattress below whilst her sleeping body came over and over again…

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Hermione felt a conscious return to her with a vengeance. The wakefulness that filled her limbs also brought with it an uncomfortable throbbing between her legs that had her groaning in discomfort despite remaining completely motionless. Usually, the brunette considered herself the epitome of a morning person. Yet today her sore womanhood, paired with the bone-deep exhaustion she felt, made her want to do nothing more than lie in bed all day and forget the world existed.

The world, it seemed, was adamant on acknowledging her existence.

The bathroom door swung open with a ‘Bang!’ as two curvaceous girls waltzed in, clad in nothing but thin towels, thoroughly dashing any hope of her returning to sleep.

“You’re such a slut Lav’!” Parvati giggled, throwing her towel to the side and revealing her jaw-dropping figure to the world. The other girl didn’t bat an eye at her friend’s nudity. They both have had more than their fair share of experience with the other’s body, and as such, the sight of the caramel-skinned girl’s perky breasts was hardly surprising. “I mean really, using your soapy boobs to wash his back was just desperate.

“What? Like you wouldn’t have done the same if you had tits like mine!” Lavender smirked. The blonde also dropped her towel and squeezed her large, jutting mammaries together to emphasise her words.

Parvati gave an unimpressed snort. “Probably. You’re still the one who ended up with cum in her hair, slut.” She said with a laugh before turning away and unashmingly bending over to reach into her trunk for an outfit as her creamy tanned arse-cheeks swayed openly in the morning light.

Lavender let out a playful huff before a mischievous gleam appeared in her eyes. Silent as she could, the busty witch crept over to her bent-over best friend and raised her hand high in the air.

‘SMACK!’

“EEK! YOU SNEAKY BINT!”

The two girls devolved into a naked pile of tangled limbs atop Parvati’s bed as they wrestled for the upper hand. Hermione groaned at the noise, but for the life of her couldn’t tear her eyes away from the expanse of supple nude flesh before her. Her mind unwillingly went back to the night before, when those same two wrestling witches were atop her, joined by a sexy red head and, of course, her dark-haired, handsome best friend.

It was then that the very object of her affections walked into the room wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. The sight of him was enough to tear Hermione’s eyes away from Laevnder and Parvati, who by now had moved on from wrestling to lightly snogging one another, broken up by the occasional giggle.

Harry was watching the scene with an amused smile. His hair was still damp from the shower, and the occasional droplets of water clung to his chest and shoulders. Hermione bit her lip, following one such droplet as it dripped down over the taut muscles of his chest and abs. The occasional scare impeded its path, but only made Hermione’s breath deepen as she drank in more of his bare body. Somehow, she knew, though, the growing lust in her chest wasn’t the flowers doing. After being blessed herself, it was as if she was now immune to the allure surrounding him as he was immune to hers. That didn’t stop Hermione’s pussy from growing increasingly wet despite the soreness between her legs as she stared on.

Harry must have sensed her staring, as he turned away from Parvati and Lavender to meet her gaze head-on. The smile on his face shifted from amused to affectionate, and for a moment, something other than lust fluttered in her chest, though the roaring arousal did still lurch with need nonetheless.

“Morning ‘Mione.” He greeted simply.

“Good morning.” She croaked, voice laced with sleep. The brunette blushed and cleared her throat. “Have a nice shower?”

This time, it was Harry’s turn to blush as he smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “You could say that. Sorry we didn’t wake you. I thought you might appreciate a bit more time to sleep after…well…last night.”

Hermione smiled. “That was very kind of you.” She sat up, letting the blanket fall from her shoulders in the process. Much to her glee, Harry’s eyes instantly latched onto her petite mounds. Hermione let him stare without issue. After all they’ve done together, a little oogling was hardly a concern, and anyway, she found she very much enjoyed it when Harry looked at her like that. As if she were both a goddess to be worshipped and a plaything to be used. She shivered, an excited tremor making its way down her spine. Already his eyes had darkened with lust. Hermione found herself almost hypnotised by the burning look in those gorgeous green eyes, a look that promised such wonderful sensations.

Harry stepped forward, the towel around his waist falling without a sound. Hermione audibly whimpered as his thick lengthy cock sprung free. Without a word, she tossed the remainder of her blanket to the side, her legs already spread as Harry eased onto the bed. Neither she nor Harry said a word. Her honey brown eyes peered deep into his emerald orbs as he settled between her thighs. Her gaze held firm, even as she reached forward and wrapped her fingers around his stiffened member–Even as the head of his hot burning cock teased her outer folds–Even as her walls were parted and a gasp of euphoria was forced from her lungs, Hermione held his gaze.

Harry growled and pushed deeper inside her, grasping her by her ribs while his cock stretched out the deepest, most inner parts of her cunt. Hermione gasped once more, her vision prickling with stars as he thrust into her again and again. All the discomfort and soreness from earlier were gone, replaced with sweet, sweet pleasure. She couldn’t hope to stifle her wanton moans, freely crying out her passion as Harry took her.

Her moans served to fuel Harry’s own desires. The speed of his thrusts nearly doubled in speed, as too did his hunger for her. The feeling of his teeth lightly sinking into her right nipple while the other was pinched between two fingers sent Hermione over the edge. With a wail she came all over her best friend’s cock, the sweet heady smell of her climax filling the air around them.

So lost was she in her pleasure, Hermione didn’t even register the mattress dipping on either side. Nor was she aware of the mouth suckling lightly on her pulse point or the pair of lips making their way down her stomach. She barely even noticed when the mouth on her throat transitioned to greedily nibbling on her bottom lip. Her mind was lost in the sea of hormone-inducing pleasure. While she drifted, her body was on autopilot, moaning in response to the heavenly stimuli of Lavender’s tongue on her clit and kissing Parvati back with equal enthusiasm.

Her second climax came and went in equal fashion. Sweat glistened on her flesh and her petite breasts jiggled with every heaving breath. At some point Harry had pulled out from her cunt, only for his cock to be replaced by Lavender’s ravenous mouth shortly after, not that she knew it was Lavender of course. Her view was far too obscured by Parvati’s glistening folds to see the blonde eagerly lapping at her pussy. Hermione wasn’t even aware of herself burying her tongue deep inside Parvati’s quim. Her mind could only comprehend the sweet, addictive smell of the girl’s arousal, or perhaps it was the soft, velvety sensation of the Indian witch’s skin against hers? She certainly wasn’t in the right state of mind to figure out which, nor did she really care.

It was only when Harry’s cock finally rentered her, after having spent a very enjoyable tenure inside Lavender’s own molten hot cunt, that Hermione felt her focus return with startling clarity. It was his eyes, she realised. Those dazzling, breathtaking emerald jewels of his irises as they peered into her. They never failed to take Hermione’s breath away. It was no surprise, really, that the sight of them was enough to break even the heaviest of sexual trances.

She came a third time whilst staring deep into her Harry’s eyes, and it wasn’t long before he joined her, their gasping moans intertwining as his essence filled her womb and his soul peered into hers.

It wouldn’t be until much later, after another shower, where Lavender showed her just how enjoyable it was to be washed by the blonde girl’s soapy breasts, and they had finally made their way down to the Great Hall for a late breakfast that Hermione realized there’d been someone missing in her bed all morning. Someone who’d been there the night before.

On the other side of the castle, locked within the fourth floor girls’ lavatory, Susan into the mirror from over her shoulder. With her skirt pulled up and knickers pushed to the side, she had a perfect view of the strange golden tattoo that adorned her left bum cheek. A tattoo that she knew for a FACT was not there the day prior.

The meaning behind what the tattoo depicted was not lost on her, nor were the letters embedded within.

The small golden rose glistened brightly upon her pale flesh, but it was the intertwined initials of HP and HG that Susan paid any mind to.

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“Can I just say again how much I bloody hate this?” Harry grumbled.

Beside him, Hermione rolled her eyes and gave him a small shove forward.

“We have to know what the limits are. We know that older women are affected just as much as those around our age, but how old then?” Seeing his grimace, Hermione sighed and shook her head. “From the information we have thus far, she will more than likely be just as unaffected as usual. We just have to know if it’s the same when she’s directly targeted by the allure.”

“And if she is affected?” Harry asked with a huff.

“Then you’ll be the first person in history to ever receive oral sex from Professor McGonagall. Congratulations.” She said, voice dripping with sarcasm. Hermione gave him one final push. “Now go!”

Harry caught himself before he could stumble as he grumbled under his breath. “I don’t bloody see you trying to seduce Dumbledore.” With a sigh, Harry did as he was told though, approaching the Transfiguration professor from where she sat at her desk. The classroom was eerily silent as he approached. The rest of their year-mates were busy taking a quiz, and as such, no one even glanced his way as he cleared his throat to catch the aged witch’s attention.

“Professor?” He rasped as her cat-like eyes peered up at him from behind her spectacles.

“Yes, Mr Potter? What is it?” She asked.

“I- Well, I uhm- have something for you…” He took a breath, stealing himself for the worst as he unbuckled his trousers and freed his cock. Silence reigned for a few seconds. The cool air within the room was all he felt on his bare member as he actively refused to look down to see his Head of House’s reaction. Finally, she spoke, breaking him from his suspension with an almost bored drawl of her Scottish burr.

“I appreciate the thought Mr Potter, but such a gift isn’t suited to my tastes. And besides, staff are not permitted to accept presents from their pupils.” Harry blinked in surprise and almost laughed out in relief when he caught sight of the familiar unseeing glassy-eyed stare coming from McGonagall.

“That’s alright Professor, I shouldn’t have assumed.” He said with a small breath of relief and shot Hermione a small glare when he caught sight of her stifled laughter.

“Quite alright. Perhaps one of your fellow classmates would like it instead, hmm? Miss Parkinson!”

Before Harry could stop her, McGonagall had already gestured for the brunette Slytherin to come forth. Pansy cursed under her breath but did as she was told. She sneered at him as he approached, but Harry could tell it was half-hearted at best.

“Yes Professor?” Pansy huffed.

McGonagall frowned at the girl’s tone but gestured towards him nonetheless. “Mr. Potter has something he’d like to share with you.” Pansy followed the older witch’s hand, the bitchy sneer all but evaporating from her face when she first caught sight of his exposed cock.

“It’s really not necessary, Professor. I can just put it away-” He tried in a vain attempt to de-escalate the whole situation.

“Nonsense! Though I may not want your gift, even I can see it’s very lovely. I’m sure Miss Parkinson thinks so as well. Let’s consider this an act of inter-house relations.” The way she said it left hardly any room for argument. Even when under the influence of the allure, McGonagall was still a scary woman.

He glanced back to Pansy. On one hand, he loathed the miserable witch. She had spent the last six years being nothing but cruel and antagonistic towards him and his friends, and Harry would like nothing more than to permanently hex that stupid sneer from her face. On the other hand, though…even with the sneer, Pansy was still quite pretty, and she certainly had a great body. Especially her bum, he thought, glancing down towards the girl’s abyssmally small skirt where her wide, full hips made the short material ride up even further until the faintest hint of her knickers could be seen. Plus, where McGonagall couldn’t care less about his cock being out for the whole world to see, Pansy was staring at it with a look of whole and unadulterated want…

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Fuck it.

“On your knees Parkinson.” He ordered, and he was glad to see the brunette obey without a word. From the corner of his eye, he could see Hermione watching on with an exasperated expression, but he ignored her. This was her idea anyway!

Pansy flinched as he slapped his cock against her right cheek, then again when he slapped the left. He let it rest atop her face after that, his balls pushed against her nose with his cock louging lazily across her cheek, eye, and forehead. The Slytherin girl whimpered as she inhaled his scent. No doubt her pussy was growing wetter by the second, desperate for his cock.

Good, let her be desperate. The only one who’d be getting any sort of relief today would be him. Call it revenge for six years worth of bullying. He pulled his cock away, repositioning it until the tip was pressed against her plump lips, smearing a dollop of precum across them.

“Open.” He commanded, and Pansy did.

He didn't allow her the chance to take the lead. Quicker than she could react, Harry had the girl’s head pinned to the side of McGonagall’s desk by her hair. Loud gags echoed off the stone walls as he rammed his cock down the Bitch of Slytherin’s throat. There was no gentleness in his movements, no caring or kindness, only hard, animalistic thrusts in the name of his pleasure.

Pansy took the abuse surprisingly well. She sat there happily, her mouth wide and eyes dancing with lust as he fucked her pretty face. Though tears streamed down her cheeks, Harry could see how ecstatic the girl was in that moment. Which begged the question: Was it the allure making her love it, or was Pansy more of a kinky slut than she seemed?

Deciding to test that theory, Harry raised his hand and brought it back down in a mild slap across the girl’s face. Pansy flinched, but in lieu of screaming she let out a long muffled moan of arousal around his cock.

Huh.

Harry slapped her again, and again. Then he had her atop the desk, thrusting into her mouth while he slapped, pinched, and bit her large breasts until they were red and bruised. Every time Pansy would only moan louder and louder. It was surprisingly…hot, and Harry knew he needed to experience more.

Not today though. Their period was almost up, and Harry had Quidditch practice to get to. It didn’t take long for him to reach his peak. He did nothing to hold himself back, slamming balls deep inside Pansy’s throat as he deposited his sticky seed into her stomach. Pansy drank down every drop as if she was always meant to. Not like a lover, but as a personal cum dump to him. That, or the rumors of the girl being a titanic whore were right all along.

Either way, when the last spurt of cum was splshed across her face for good measure, Harry pulled up his trousers and gave the girl a thoughtful look.

“Meet me on the Seventh Floor tonight after dinner. Next to the tapestry of the dancing trolls.”

And with that, he left, leaving behind a dazed Pansy Parkinson splayed across his Head of House’s desk. Her only thought being that of what she would wear for the night ahead…

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Author’s Note

I’ve said many times Pansy’s my favourite ship, but that doesn’t always mean I’m going to be particularly nice with her ;). Next chapter we’ll see just how much she can take, plus Susan experiences her own side effects from her tattoo. Though perhaps not in the same way as Ginny…

Thanks for reading!