In Bloom - Chapter 8

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 8: Roots Entwined

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“What were you thinking?!”

“Me?! What were YOU thinking?! This isn’t the kind of secret you keep from your friends Harry! Who knows what else that plant could have done to you! I thought you’d been cursed!”

Harry scoffed and flung his hands in the air. “So you thought the best course of action was to get yourself cursed as well?! Bloody good plan that one!” He spat sarcastically. His voice echoed out across the Black Lake as he shouted, though he could not find it in himself to care much about potential eavesdroppers at the moment. He was far too livid at his closest friend to even think straight.

“I was trying to study it! Obviously I didn’t know it would spray me as well, you dolt!” Hermione huffed irritably.

Harry scoffed once more and turned away from his friend, shooting the only other occupant in the room a small glare as well.

“And what about you, Sue? Why would you bring her to the flower, knowing what it did to me?!”

Susan, for her part, looked adequately shamed. Well, perhaps shamed wasn't the right word. From where Harry stood, the red-haired witch was sitting far too rigid atop a rock in the small alcove by the lake the two had dragged him to on his way back from Rosmerta’s. Her face, too, was a bright red, far deeper a blush than one of embarrassment, and the way her lips were twisted into a grimace made it seem as if she was in some form of pain.

“Susan?” He pressed. “Are you okay?”

The redhead nodded jerkily with a “Mhm!”, her eyes looking anywhere but them.

“Susan, what’s wrong?” Hermione said, having realized their friend’s plight as well.

Susan whimpered and screwed her eyes shut, an almost shudder running through her body.

“I-I’m f-fine! It’s j-just–ah–the two of you tog-gether–hard t-to concentr-trate.” The redhead squeaked.

Realization dawned on Harry. Whatever auras now surrounded him and Hermione must be amplifying each other, which in turn was wreaking havoc on poor Susan’s body. Hermione must have arrived at that same conclusion, as she took a hesitant step back from the other girl.

“What do we do?” She asked Harry. “Can we dampen the allure in any way?”

“Maybe? I haven’t really tried, but it’s possible I suppose?”

Hermione nodded and screwed her eyes shut. Harry followed her lead, concentrating on the familiar pull of the flower’s magic he’s become accustomed to over the last few weeks. It was difficult to get a handle on it–like trying to grasp a silken string in a pool of water–but eventually he was able to wrench it towards him. He didn’t know exactly what to do next. Magic like this was senseless in a way that was difficult to understand. All he could do was focus on what he wanted, to smother the aura around him.

He felt it then. It was an uncomfortable sensation, like a chill wind breathing down his neck. He could feel the allure dampen, not entirely and not by very much, but enough that by the time he opened his eyes, Susan was sitting far more relaxed with only a slight dusting of red across her cheeks.

“Better?” He asked, surprised by how exhausted he sounded.

“A bit.” She nodded. “It’s still–ahem–present, but I can manage. Are you two alright?”

Harry nodded, looking towards Hermione to see her nod as well, albeit with a slight droop to her stance. It must have taken a lot out of her as well, then.

“So what happens now?” Susan asked after taking a moment more to collect herself.

Hermione answered first. “I believe the best course is to gather all the information we can about this…affliction.”

“Susan and I already tried that.” Harry shook his head. “There’s hardly any published research on the flower. Aside from its use as an ingredient in Aphrodisiac Potions, the best we were able to find were a few old legends of the flower ‘blessing’ those it considers worthy.”

“So then we do our own research.” Hermione replied offhandedly as if she expected Harry’s answer.

“You mean we perform… experiments?” Susan blushed.

Hermione remained unfazed and gave the redhead a single nod. “It’s the only way I can see for us to study–well–whatever this is. And besides, it’s not like Harry hasn’t been performing his own ‘testing’ already.” She said, shooting a small glare his way.

“What? It’s my fault now?” He huffed.

“I’m not saying that.” Hermione sighed. “But don’t think you’re off the hook from that little incident on the common room couch mister!”

Harry made to argue, but wisely closed his mouth. He really didn’t have a defense for that one.

“Well then, how do you propose we start?” He asked.

Susan and Hermione shared a look, their cheeks warm in embarrassment. Clearing her throat, Hermione turned back to him and spoke.

“We may have one or two ideas.”

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Perhaps, Harry mused, this research project of theirs wouldn’t be all that bad. When Hermione had first shared her plan, he’d been a little hesitant to say the least. It wasn’t that the idea wasn’t appealing, it was moreso because it’d be pushing the boundaries of what Harry would consider ‘risky’. 

Shagging a sexy witch in the middle of Charms class? Harry had no qualms about that. But sauntering into the Great Hall for dinner completely nude? Well that certainly set him on edge just a tad bit.

While it was by no means the raunchiest of acts he’s committed in public since obtaining this power, it was by far the most exposing. He could only imagine how Hermione felt when she walked in right beside him, every inch of her creamy pale flesh on display for all to see. At least if everyone had been looking, that is.

The moment the doors opened, they were greeted with relative indifference, much to Harry’s surprise. Like normal, none of his wizards so much as glanced his way, yet it was the witches who truly surprised him. Normally, he couldn’t walk five feet without every girl in the surrounding area watching him like hawks. Now however, only about half the female population of the Great Hall were looking his way, with the other half remaining as glassy-eyed and oblivious as their male counterparts. He voiced this change to Hermione as they sat.

“That is odd. Perhaps it’s because of me then?” She licked her lips, glancing around nervously. Her hands twitched every other second or so, as if she wished to cover herself but was fighting the urge to do so. Harry could relate. “Maybe if the ones unaffected are those who simply aren't attracted to witches?”

“But then why aren’t any of the guys affected by you?” He asked.

Glancing around, sure enough, he wasn't met with a single set of eyes boring lustfully into Hermione’s naked body. They all simply went about their day as normal, eating and chatting.

Hermione shrugged. “Perhaps it goes both ways. You’re not attracted to men, so they remain oblivious. We at least know that I don’t mind having–ahem–relations with other witches.” She blushed. “So they can still be pulled under our spell. Either way, I certainly don’t mind having less eyes on me.”

“That could change if we’re apart, though.” He reasoned.

“Perhaps not. You told us before the entire castle was affected after the flower sprayed you, but yet when you left for the ministry yesterday, Susan and I could still feel the effects. It’s like whatever this ‘aura’ is, it lingers.

Harry hummed, yet before he could respond, a hand suddenly wrapped itself around his cock from beneath the table, making him jump slightly in surprise.

“What is it?” Hemione asked.

Instead of answering, Harry bent down to peek beneath the table. A mop of familiar blonde curls met his gaze as Lavender smiled demurely up at him from between his legs.

“Hi Harry~” His fellow Gryffindor cooed.

Before he could reply, Hermione squeaked beside him just as he spotted Parvati pushing her face between the bookworm’s thighs. Lavender’s giggle of amusement brought his attention back to the other girl as she began to lightly stroke his member to full mast.

“Sorry, Pav’s a bit impatient when she’s horny. I’m sure you understand.” The blonde giggled. 

In response to her words, Parvati buried her face deeper into Hermione’s quim, her brown orbs glistening with a heavy glaze of lust as she stared up towards the brunette. Beside him, Hermione was completely hunched over the table, her hands clingling to the edge in a white knuckle grip as Parvati devoured her cunt. Harry had only a few moments to admire the sight before his cock was suddenly engulfed by the silky wetness of Lavender’s mouth.

On the other side of the hall, Susan looked on jealously, grumbling as she angrily speared a piece of roast on her plate.

“Oh!” Hermione gasped, her back arching as Parvati sucked harshly on her clit.

Harry was in agreement, cursing under his breath as Lavender bobbed her head relentlessly atop his cock. The back of the blonde’s throat was repeatedly battered by the tip of his cock, forcing loud wet gags from her mouth as she sucked. Her honey brown eyes never left Harry’s though, staring up at him with overwhelming amounts of lust and devotion. It surprised him somewhat, with the enthusiasm of which Lavender was worshiping his cock. While he was used to the blonde’s normal zealousness in bed, this was something different. The way she threw herself at his manhood, swallowing him down as if her survival depended on it, was unlike anything he’d experienced from Lavender before. The only time her lips left his length was when the blonde wanted to lather his balls with her tongue. Her own moans were louder than his, even as his climax grew closer and closer. Lavender moaned as if she was right on the precipice herself. Parvati was no different either, the Indian girl’s mewls of arousal growing with every lick of Hermione cunt just as Hermione threw her head back in a screaming climax.

“Fuck, Lav’-” He gasped. “I’m gonna-”

As soon as the words left his louth, Lavender slammed her face forward, burying every inch of his cock deep inside her gullet. That single action was the catalyst for his climax. His balls pulsed, shooting jet after jet of warm cum down the blonde’s throat and into her stomach. Lavender swallowed every drop, whimpering around his cock as the taste of his seed coated her tongue. It was only when he cock jerked for the last time did she finally release him, pulling away with a gasp, only for Parvati to smash their lips together not even a moment later.

Harry watched the two friends kiss, Parvati fighting to lick every drop of Harry’s cum from Lavender’s lips that she could, before he turned to Hermione who was currently half slumped over the dinner table with a dazed look in her eyes.

“You okay?” He asked.

Hermione groaned but nodded. “I t-think we can consider this t-test a success.”

No sooner had she spoken than did Lavender and Parvati break apart once more, this time swapping positions until Parvati was placing wet kisses along Harry’s shaft and Lavender was pushing two fingers inside of Hermione’s sopping wet quim.

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Dinner passed in much the same fashion. After Parvati swallowed another load from his cock and Lavender brought Hermione to a second screaming orgasm, the two girls swapped once more, this time with Lavender lying atop the table and Harry’s cock in her pussy, and Hermione bent over the table while Parvati circled the rim of her arse with her tongue.

At some point, Susan had grown tired of simply watching from across the hall and came to sit on the other side of the table. The redhead was far too shy to do anything but watch in such a crowed place, but the nature of the flower’s magic around Hermione and him meant that no one batted an eye when she pulled her skirt up and began to play with her needy cunt beneath the table.

The second dinner ended, the two girls all but dragged him and Hermione up to the Gryffindor dorms with Susan following close behind. It was simple enough getting into the girls’ dorms. Seriously, for a thousand-year-old magical school, the gender wards around the girls’ stairs were laughably easy to circumvent. All it took was a simple levitation charm, and he was in, something he annoyingly noticed wasn’t needed for a girl to get into the boys' dorms.

The moment the door closed behind him, Lavender and Parvati pounced. The latter girl jumped into his arms without warning, smashing their lips together while Harry was forced to grasp her by her arse in order to stop them both from tumbling back. Meanwhile, Lavender was giddily dragging Hermione and Susan both towards the closest bed. Hermione squeaked as the blonde pushed her back onto the bed before her mouth too was sequestered by a lustful witch. Susan stood back, unsure of what to do. The sight of Harry mauling Parvati’s tits with his mouth and Hermione’s whimpering against Lavender’s lips while the witch was busy teasing the bookworm’s pussy lips apart had the Hufflepuff rubbing her thighs together in arousal, but was she allowed to join was the question.

An answer came in the form of Lavender spreading Hermione’s lower lips open with her fingers before looking back to Susan with a smirk.

“Are you going to stand there all night Susie babe, or are you going to help me make this sexy bookworm scream?”

In a flash, Susan was tugging the last vestiges of her blouse off and sinking to her knees between Hermione’s thighs. The brunette’s inner legs were caked with a healthy layer of arousal. Lavender and Parvati had done a phenomenal job of coaxing as much of her juices out as possible, and now it was Susan’s turn.

The first swipe of her tongue brought a coo of pleasure from Hermione’s lips. The second, Susan made sure to flick her tongue against the bookworm’s swollen clit, whirling around the small nub and reveling in the way Hermione quivered in pleasure. As Susan began to move, feasting on Hermione’s cunt with gusto, a weight settled on the bed beside the three.

Lavender glanced up and smirked. Beside them, Parvati was lain on her back with her legs spread high into the air while Harry’s cock split apart her entrance. The bronze-skinned witch moaned out without shame, her hands massaging her tanned breasts as her pussy was stretched to its limits.

“Fuck it feels so good!” Parvati moaned.

Lavender giggled and leaned over, ‘accidentally’ pushing her tits into Hermione’s face in the process. “Doesn’t it? I don’t know how we went without such a lovely cock for so long.” The blonde giggled, watching as Harry’s hips rhythmically slapped against her friend’s with each thrust. “Mmm~ I can’t decide what I love better! Watching Harry shag you or feeling him inside me instead!”

“W-Wait your t-turn!” Parvati gasped. The Indian witch threw her head back and moaned not a second later, one hand slipping down from her tits to start rubbing viciously at her clit. Harry’s pace increased with each of Parvati’s moans. His hips were now slamming against her’s in a vicious drum beat of flesh. Parvati’s juices coated his cock, the glistening wetness staining the flesh of his meaty pole.

Lavender watched this all with rapt attention, her eyes never leaving the sight of her best friend getting fucked even when Hermione shuddered with climax beneath her. It wasn’t until she felt something wet and warm push its way inside her open exposed quim did the blonde falter, wrenching her eyes away from the erotic scene with a gasp to look behind her. Sure enough, Susan had moved on from Hermione and now had her face firmly planted between Lavender’s cheeks. The redhead pushed her tongue inside, lavishing in the taste of Lavender’s pussy and the remanants of Harry’s cum from earlier. The girl’s dazzling grey eyes stared back with such lustful intensity that Lavender had a hard time not cumming right then and there. With a shuddering breath, the blonde collapsed against Hermione, burying her face in the bookworm’s neck while Susan battered her pussy with her tongue.

A squeal brought Lavender’s attention back to Parvati. The dark-skinned witch was convulsing against the bedspread. Her bronze skin glistened with sweat, and her mocha locks were stuck to her face in damp strands. Her legs were pressed against her chest, folding the lithe girl in half while Harry continued to ram his cock into her pussy. She shook against Harry’s hold, the throes of orgasm surging through her flesh like an electric shock. Parvati screamed out as she came hard around Harry’s cock.

Lavender moaned, both from watching her bestfriend cum and the sensations of Susan’s tongue flicking against her clit. The blonde had never felt so aroused in her life. Even after their fun in the Great Hall, she could still feel her body craving more. Rocking her hips back against Susan’s face, Lavender caught Harry’s gaze just as Parvati went limp beneath him. The blonde said nothing, simply calling him forth with a single crook of her finger. His cock glistened before her, still soaked with Parvati’s juices. Lavender couldn’t help but grow more excited, her pussy clenching in arousal around Susan’s tongue.

She took half of him in with a single swallow. The thickness of his member stretched her lips tight. Lavender had to be sure to watch her teeth lest she scrape him, though by now she had more than enough experience sucking Harry’s cock. His moan of approval as she began to bob her head sent a trill up her spine. Or perhaps that was simply Susan’s fingers pushing themselves inside her cunt? Either way, it was music to her ears, and Lavender soon found herself moaning around his length as she blew him. Her concentration was only momentarily lapsed when Hermione shifted below her.

From her position, she couldn’t quite see what the brunette was up to, unless she pulled away from Harry, which was certainly not happening. However, she didn't have to wait long before Hermione's own face was inches from hers. The bookworm’s lips latched hungrily onto Harry’s hanging sack, forcing a loud groan of approval from his lips. The two girls’ eyes met for a brief second. Lavender shrugged in acceptance of Hermione’s presence, continuing her head bobbing whilst the bookworm continued on as well.

It was somewhat of an awkward angle for them. Their chins bumped together, and their pacing didn’t quite line up, but soon enough they fell into a somewhat comfortable rhythm. Harry’s groans soon grew to moaning gasps of pleasure. The dual sensations of two witches mouths on his cock was a lot for any wizard to take, even for him. It wasn’t long before Lavender felt the tell-tale swell of his cock before her mouth was suddenly flooded with a torrent of cum.

The taste of his hot seed splashing against her tongue was enough to trigger her own orgasm. Susan had been keeping her on the precipice for some time now, swapping between fingers and tongue to keep Lavender right on the cusp of an orgasm. Harry cumming in her mouth was the trigger she needed though, squealing with delight around his pulsing cock as her pussy gushed in climax. The pleasure assulting her cunt forced Lavender to pull off Harry’s cock with a gasp. She had but a moment of air before suddenly Hermione’s mouth was on hers. The brunette mewled against her lips, her tongue desperately stealing as much of Harry’s cum from Lavender’s mouth as it could. Lavender allowed her access happily.

Distracted by their kiss, neither girl noticed as Parvati shifted, pulling Susan onto the bed and removing the rest of the redhead’s clothes. 

“It’s not really fair that we’ve all gotten a taste except you.” Parvati giggled, leaning Susan back against her chest and spreading the buxom girl’s legs open. Susan blushed as her pussy was exposed to the world, her puffy pink lips glistening with her arousal and ready to be fucked. 

“H-Hermione hasn’t either…” Susan whispered.

Parvati brushed a strand of hair from the girl’s cheek and placed a chaste kiss against her lips. “She will. Let her and Lav’ have their fun first. For now…” She trailed off, reaching down to tease the small nub of Susan’s clit as Harry settled between the girl’s legs. “...Just relax and enjoy~”

Susan’s world all but exploded with pleasure the moment Harry pierced her opening. She’d taken his cock before, more than a few times now, but something was different about this time. Perhaps it was due to the effects of Hermione’s presence as well. If it was, then it was just one more thing they’d have to test together…not that Susan minded.

Susan moaned as Harry picked up the pace. His cock stretched her pussy exquisitely with every thrust and she soon found herself wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him in deeper.

“That’s it.” Parvati’s husky voice whispered in her ear. “Take it as deep as you can~”

Parvati’s hands found their way to Susan’s large, jiggling breasts. With expertise that could only be honed through years of fooling around with Lavender, the caramel-skinned witch massaged the Hufflepuff’s tits–twisting and tweaking her nipples at the height of each of her moans. Susan’s cries grew strangled. Every nerve in her body was on fire from their touches. The shy, buxom girl could only wrap her legs tighter around Harry’s waist while he and Parvati used her body as they pleased. She hardly had the presence of mind anymore to even tell when she was cumming. Her world was already one of pleasure, and it was only Parvati’s coos of pride in her ear that made the redhead realise she was convulsing in climax. A warmth filled her womb barely a moment later, Harry’s own grunt of pleasure signalling his end as well.

With a tired groan Susan fell back against Parvati’s chest. Her eyes remained cracked open just enough to watch Harry pull free from her folds, the white stickiness of his cum instantly gushing forth from her pussy. It was surprising, really–how fast Hermione and Lavender descended upon them. Having gotten their fill of each other’s lips, the two Gryffindor witches joined the fray. Hermione all but tackled Harry into the bed, a tight fit in and of itself with all the bodies atop the small mattress. In the blink of an eye his cock disappeared between the bookworm’s folds as Hermione rocked her hips in a savage hunger for pleasure.

Susan watched the scene for a few seconds longer before her consciousness began to slip away. The last thing she saw was Lavender pushing her head between her thighs before sleep took her. Her dreams that night were filled with sights and sensations of naked flesh and passion-filled moans all around her…

…and all the while the smell of flowers hung in the air.

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Author’s Note

Was there much plot in this chapter? If you squint maybe, but I don’t believe anyone will be complaining lol. Next chapter will feature more “testing” plus the addition of Ginny and her own little “blessing”.

Thanks for reading!