Commission 2.1 - Getting into the Swing of Things

Commission 2.1

Getting into the Swing of Things

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairings: Harry/Daphne, Hermione/Draco

Tags: Swinging, Oral, Deepthroat, Double Penetration, Spitroast, F/F

A pulse of orange light flared at the tip of Hermione’s wand—precise, practised—then sputtered out with a pitiful whine.

She exhaled through her nose, an angry flush colouring her cheeks. ‘What am I doing wrong?’

‘To be fair,’ Daphne said, lowering her own wand with slow, deliberate grace and favouring Hermione with an amused smirk, ‘that was your best failure so far.’

Hermione gave her a tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Off to the side, half-slouched against an armchair the Room of Requirement had seen fit to provide, Harry said nothing, his arms crossed while he employed his considerable willpower to keep his amusement from his features. 

The only thing working harder than the girls’ wands was their incessant need to one-up each other. 

Daphne raised her wand again, her beautiful, elegant brow creased in concentration. 

Another failure. Not a horrible one. Just not the result she wanted. Her jaw flexed as she spied Hermione's poorly hidden smirk out of the corner of her eye.

‘Unfortunate,’ she said airily, her nose tilted up haughtily, ‘it seems as if your inadequacies are rubbing off on me.’

Hermione’s laugh was a little too sharp. ‘And yet here you are—still behind. Don’t worry, I'm sure you'll catch up. Eventually.’

Harry shifted slightly, but didn’t dare interrupt the posh pissing match. When he typically tutored students for some extra money, he usually did so one-on-one. Easier to manage, easier to control.

But there was something useful about putting these two in the same room. Their pride and a healthy scholastic rivalry did most of the heavy lifting for him.

Daphne tried again. So did Hermione.

Still nothing.

Eventually, as if sensing her boyfriend’s amusement, Daphne turned, her lips pursed and eyes narrowed. ‘Are you planning to contribute, dearest,’ she asked crisply, ‘or is the smug silence part of the lesson plan?’

Harry shrugged, slow and infuriatingly casual. ‘Didn’t think you needed help. You’ve both nearly got it… or at least, you’re both better than you were an hour ago.’

He stood, finally, strolling forward with the kind of relaxed confidence that made Hermione suspicious and Daphne defensive.

‘If I were you,’ he said, glancing at Daphne, ‘I’d stop watching Hermione. Her form might be immaculate, yeah, but her grip’s too rigid—you’re trying to match that, and it’s throwing off your natural technique.’

Hermione blinked, caught between feeling smug at Harry's praise, and annoyed at his critique. ‘My grip isn’t—’

‘It’s very disciplined,’ Harry said, cutting across gently. This game he was playing, where he used the girls’ pride against them, was a delicate one that had to be handled with finesse lest Daphne retaliate by relegating him to the proverbial couch. “Which works for you. But not for her.”

Daphne’s eyes narrowed, just slightly.

It didn't look like much to those that didn't know his girlfriend, but Daphne was one that kept her emotions incredibly close to her chest. 

Hell, she'd proven as much when she'd chosen to let herself get shagged in front of a group of drunk revellers instead of just coming out and admitting she'd fancied him…

‘And Hermione,’ he added, turning, ‘you’re hesitating just a fraction too long before the trigger. I’d wager it’s because you’re trying to time it better than Daphne. You're overthinking, try to feel the magic.’

Hermione looked affronted. ‘I’m not—’

Harry raised his hands. ‘I’m just saying… maybe don’t worry so much about what she's doing and focus more on how the magic flows through your wand.’

He stepped back, letting the silence refill the space behind him. He'd given each woman compliments that simultaneously, subtly, critiqued the other. 

It was a real effort to hide the victorious grin as the spark of competitiveness re-lit in both girls’ eyes.

Two sharp wands lifted.

Harry leaned against the wall again, content.

He didn’t need to explain the spell, not anymore than he already had anyway.

The rest was all about incentives. Harry figured he’d handled that rather expertly by setting these two up against each other and giving cheeky, subtle digs at each while complimenting the other.

As he watched the spellfire continue, he let his mind wander. 

It’d almost been a year since he and Daphne started dating. Theirs was a rocky beginning, and while Daphne had fancied him, she had done so on a more physical level. She hadn’t really been looking for anything serious, not like Harry had.

In her defence, they’d barely known each other. And it was rather flattering to have a woman as beautiful as Daphne Greengrass wanting him because of his looks.

Objectify away, luv.

Not that Daphne was against being in a relationship—she just hadn’t thought he was worth the trouble of dealing with her family and their friends by dating him.

Naturally, she’d stood no chance when pitted against his charm. Two months after watching her getting shagged by Corner in a room filled with his drunken peers, they were an item. There had been issues. Daphne hadn’t cared.

Though to claim theirs as a relationship filled with drama was absurd when compared to his girlfriend’s scholastic rival and opponent for the evening.

Hermione had had an… interesting time of it ever since the celebratory party that had started everything.

Her years-long relationship with Ron had blown up in a rather spectacular fashion after the erotic game of truth or dare. In Hermione’s defence, Ron had started it by snogging Lavender Brown with relish that evening—someone he had to know Hermione didn’t care for.

Regardless, Hermione had very much ended it by shagging several blokes while Ron impotently watched on, seething like a boiling tea kettle. His ego unable to handle it, they’d rowed loudly for several weeks before deciding to end their relationship.

Hermione had taken to her life as a newly single woman with gusto. Harry didn’t know the specifics, but if even a fraction of the rumours were to be believed, his best friend had done her very best to make up for years of monogamy.

As if she suddenly had a vendetta against the very concept.

Unfortunately, he’d been forced to endure several, red-faced tirades about misogyny and double standards before, thankfully, she’d settled down…

With Draco bloody Malfoy.

Harry had never been Malfoy’s biggest fan. Poor first impressions aside, he’d always found the pompous git’s childish antics annoying, and his face incredibly punchable. Thankfully, he’d mellowed out over the years as he’d begun to focus more on his studies and less on the status games his fellow Slytherins liked to play.

If he had to guess, that was probably how Hermione and Malfoy, the poster-children of Muggleborn and Pureblood supremacy both, drifted into each others’ orbit.

While the grief Harry and Daphne had had to endure from her family wasn’t inconsiderable, that obviously paled in comparison to the shit-storm Hermione and Malfoy dating had kicked up.

Naturally, Harry found it all rather hilarious. He and Sirius got a kick out of watching the Blacks lose their collective mind over something as ridiculous as a classic Romeo and Juliet, schoolyard romance.

Though maybe he was doing them a disservice. If nothing else, Hermione and Malfoy never had screaming matches like she and Ron had.

Finally having enough of continuous failures, his girlfriend snapped him out of his reverie by turning to him with an annoyed scowl.

‘Are you just going to stand there with that gormless look on your face, or are you actually going to teach us?!’

Harry wasn’t cowed by his girlfriend’s fury. If anything, he found it rather hot. His amused smirk only fanned the flames of her annoyance.

‘I was waiting for you to ask, Luv. I know you hate it ever so much when I arrogantly assume you need my help.’

Hermione tried and failed to stifle a giggle and Daphne had the decency to flush in embarrassment.

‘Oh shut it and help us.’

With a roll of his eyes, Harry started to give them more pointers. To be fair, their wand-work was unsurprisingly exemplary. When it came to this level of magic though, success had more to do with one’s state of mind and emotional control than how well they waved their wands.

A crutch, in his opinion, but that was perhaps a lesson for another time.

It took another half-hour of intense tutelage for both women to finally get the spell down, and it was a pair of beautiful, jumping, squealing women that Malfoy was met with when he finally joined them, looking as if he hadn’t slept in a week. He stood and stared, eyebrows raised, as the fierce rivals laughed and embraced like little girls, giddy with their success. When the platinum blonde turned his incredulous stare to Harry, the proud teacher could only shrug.

Hermione, having finally noticed the Room’s newest occupant, widened her eyes and rushed over to hug her boyfriend.

‘Draco!’

Harry couldn’t help but grin at the juxtaposition in his best friend’s behaviour. In six months, Hermione had gone from unrepentant, man-hating feminist to doting, loving girlfriend.

Who says character development isn’t a real thing?

As Hermione fussed over her boyfriend, she slowly got the details out of him. Apparently, their dear potions professor had refused to let him leave their tutoring session until he’d achieved a perfect score on the concoction he was brewing.

A perfect score for Severus Snape was not like one for other professors, and it showed on Malfoy’s exhausted, bedraggled features.

‘Darling, I know you said you wanted to study, but if I even look at a book right now I think my brain is going to explode.’

Harry had long since accepted that Hermione and Malfoy’s relationship was for real, but if he were still dubious, the fact that she didn’t hex him on the spot for spouting such vile sacrilege would have gone a long way.

Apparently done with fussing over her boyfriend, Hermione turned to him with big, doe eyes, her arms still wrapped around Malfoy’s neck. ‘Harry, can you please have the Room conjure us a bath?’ 

Both Harry and Daphne’s eyebrows shot up in surprise while Malfoy looked on, bemused. Like with any bit of magic, the Room of Requirement took a certain level of expertise to wield—at least to the level he could manage.

‘I can…’

Even as he spoke, the large open space Harry had had the Room configure itself into for their teaching session shrunk around them in a dizzying display, before a gaping hole widened out in the empty space between the two couples—a hole that quickly filled with steaming, softly burbling water.

‘I don’t suppose you have your costumes in that bag of yours?’

There was always transfiguration, but while Daphne and Draco could afford destroying a set of expensive clothes, it was always hit or miss on whether the delicate enchantments sewed into the fine fabric would survive the transformation.

Hermione only rolled her eyes in exasperation. ‘Oh don’t be such a prude. Besides, you’ve seen me in far more compromising situations.’

Ain’t that the truth…

Harry could still vividly remember watching Hermione getting it on in front of a room of their peers. While he’d missed most of it after Daphne had dragged him away, the memories were still a favourite of his when he wanted to have a cheeky wank.

He turned to his girlfriend, his eyebrows raised in question. Daphne was no prude either—apparently she and Tracy often frequented nude beaches over the summer hols—but he wanted to give her an out regardless, not wanting to put her on the spot.

While this all seemed relatively innocent enough, they were both uniquely aware how quickly things could escalate out of control, not that they were opposed to that. They’d even privately talked about pushing boundaries themselves. Extensively. Daphne apparently recalled said conversation because she shot another look at the disrobing Hermione and Malfoy, flushed, then turned back to him, her defiant gaze smouldering with desire.

Harry did well to hide his smirk. His posh girlfriend tried to act all proper and noble-like, but as she showed half the school the night where their relationship kind-sorta started, she was well-versed in getting down and dirty with the rabble.

Mentally, he thanked Daphne’s strict, overbearing cunt of a father for raising such a beautiful, rebellious trollop.

As the Room of Requirement shifted into a replica of the Prefect’s baths, Harry shrugged and pulled off his shirt. Daphne’s eyes widened as she watched him undress without hesitation and, with a final look towards the quickly disrobing Hermione and Malfoy, she bit her lip and eagerly shrugged out of her cardigan, desperate to not be the last one naked in this little game of theirs.

Harry needn’t have worried about putting on a good show. He was far more in shape than Malfoy—who’d hung up his broom years ago—and just one look at his girlfriend’s meaty, incredibly toned arse as she bent over to remove her skinny jeans had his todger rousing from its slumber.

Kicking away his pants and letting it all hang bare, Harry looked over and watched as Hermione—now down to her comfortable, no-nonsense knickers—stood on her tippy-toes and whispered into her boyfriend’s ear while sensually unbuckling his belt.

Unable to help himself, Harry scoped out Hermione’s bum and subconsciously compared it to his missus’. Daphne won, hands down, but that didn’t mean Harry didn’t delight in the way Hermione’s cotton knickers were wedged right up in there.

Wincing at the sharp elbow Daphne jabbed him with, Harry turned to his girlfriend with a lecherous grin, reaching down to grab a handful of toned, meaty arse.

He’d unfortunately met Daphne’s mother. What she lacked in good manners the beautiful older woman more than made up for in excellent genes.

Genes she thankfully passed down to her daughter.

Daughters, he mentally corrected. Not that he’d ever say as such to Daph.

He quite liked his bits, thank-you-very-much.

‘Yours is better,’ he whispered soothingly.

His girlfriend rolled her eyes, but wasn’t quite able to hide the self-satisfied smirk. As if to reward him for his kind words, Harry watched on eagerly as Daphne slipped out of her sexy, lace knickers—allowing him a few glorious moments to bask in sight of her perfect body—before slipping into the simmering water with a pleased sigh.

Harry joined Daphne in the water and wrapped an arm around her shoulder as the two made themselves comfortable, the couple silently watching as Hermione and Malfoy finished getting naked.

Harry felt his cock twitch as Hermione casually slid out of her knickers and unhooked her bra. He wasn’t lying, Daphne did have the much better arse…Hermione was far more gifted in the chest department though. He very much liked the teardrop shape of them as she bent over and slid her knickers down her long, pale legs.

Despite her reputation these days, this was a side of his best friend he hadn’t ever expected to see. People often wondered how they’d never gotten together given their closeness—none more so than Daphne. The truth was Harry had always seen Hermione as that bratty, know-it-all, older sister that he both loved and tolerated, very much not the sexual creature she clearly was.

Seeing her like this though, while cheekily sneaking glances at them over her shoulders with flushed cheeks, had Harry subconsciously putting his best-friend in a different category in his mind.

The both of them now done with disrobing, Hermione stepped away from Malfoy and turned to admire the baths with a hum of approval, her hands on her hips and her naked chest jutted out proudly.

‘Brilliant, thanks Harry.’

Malfoy looked equally thankful, but only managed to favour Harry with a begrudging nod rather than voicing his thanks.

Noticing the suspicious silence from his girlfriend, it was Harry’s turn to throw elbows when he saw her ogling Malfoy’s dangly bits.

Flushing at being caught out, she had the good graces to look embarassed at the hypocrisy. Burying her face in his neck to hide her shame, she whispered consolingly in his ear.

‘Yours is thicker…’

The unspoken part needn’t be said aloud. Though still noticeably exhausted, that hadn’t stopped Malfoy’s manhood from hardening in excitement at the sight of his naked girlfriend and an equally naked Daphne. Malfoy’s cock was longer than Harry’s by several inches—a fact that seemed to fascinate Daphne—though Harry had him handily beaten in the girth department.

Hermione let out an exultant groan when she slipped into the scalding, burbling water. In the past, such sounds would have had no effect on Harry, but something had definitely changed between them that night, and his cock surged with desire at the almost orgasmic-sounding groan.

Draco made to join her, but Hermione stopped him before he could submerge himself fully. ‘Just sit up here on the edge, my love.’

Malfoy curled in on himself, but did as his girlfriend asked, his forearm shielding his exposed, throbbing manhood as he took a seat, though he did let out a groan of approval when his shins dipped in the water. ‘I thought the point was to relax, not stress me out more…’

Hermione draped herself over his thigh and looked up to send him a sexy, wicked little smile. ‘Oh, relaxation is very much the point…’ 

Before he could utter a word of protest, Hermione looked over her shoulder at both Harry and Daphne, shot them a sly, embarrassed and giddy smile before turning back and brushing her boyfriend’s hand away, exposing his long, throbbing cock to their silent observers in its entirety. Hermione let out a hum of approval as she gazed longingly at it, her hands running up and down his pale thighs.

Letting out a sigh, Malfoy just shrugged and went along with the craziness, leaning back on his hands and surrendering control to his girlfriend. When Hermione’s small hand circled around the base of his shaft, Malfoy’s entire body almost sagged with relief, his eyes snapping open to eye the other occupants of the room with red-tinged cheeks, but he offered no signs of protest as his girlfriend gently began to stroke.

Casual observers might have been shocked at how readily and unexpectedly things had turned sexual in front of company—those observers very obviously weren’t at that fateful celebratory party a year ago, when a budding exhibitionist was born, where years of social programming had been discarded in the pursuit of carnal pleasure.

‘Relax, my love,’ Hermione cooed as Draco groaned with bliss. She was now using both hands to gently stroke his throbbing manhood, spreading, lathering his excitement along his length with each pass. ‘Forget all about your big, bad godfather…’

Despite the situation, Malfoy couldn’t help the chortle that escaped his lips.

‘It’d help if you, nng, if you didn’t mention him, dear…’

Giggling, Hermione added a corkscrew motion to her strokes while looking into her boyfriend’s grey, reverent eyes with desire. Now fully hard, Harry guessed Malfoy’s prick had to be a good eight inches long and extended well past his belly button.

Though his girlfriend was right, he was much girthier.

He didn’t know why that mattered, but an oonga-boonga part of his brain made it so, so who was he to argue?

Apparently, Malfoy’s cock was not quite slick enough for Hermione’s liking though, so she leaned over it and was about to dribble some spit over his length when a snort from Harry’s right stopped everyone cold.

Uh-oh.

Hermione turned almost mechanically to the source of the snort, her eyebrows arched and the smile on her lips not quite reaching her eyes. ‘Have something to share, Greengrass?’ she asked, frostily. ‘Not enjoying the free show?’

Noticing all eyes were on her, Daphne flushed but straightened her back and returned Hermione’s challenging stare primly. ‘Not really, Granger. I was just thinking that you wouldn’t need more lube if you knew what you were doing.’

Hermione’s smile strained to the point of shattering, her brown eyes turning cold as she bristled at Daphne’s words. She was about to shoot back with acid, but conscious that it would likely spoil the mood, she had another idea. Harry felt his cock twitch at the look of mischief Hermione sent him before she turned back to the target of her ire.

‘Is that so?’ Hermione challenged. ‘Well then Greengrass, why don’t you show me how it’s done.’

Oh… bloody hell…

His cock surged at the naughty look in Hermione’s eyes, but seeing as how Daphne turned to him, Harry didn’t think she’d caught on to Hermione’s true meaning.

Shaking with excitement, Daphne turned to Harry and was about to urge him out of the water before Hermione interrupted.

‘Oh, I’m sure you know Harry’s body very well at this point, Greengrass. If you want to showcase your expertise, why don’t you show me “how it’s done” with poor Draco here?’

The gauntlet had been thrown down, and the air was instantly supercharged with an erotic undercurrent that had Harry’s hairs standing on end.

They weren’t innocent or naive to this kind of thing. Tracey—Daph’s best friend—was a frequent and eager visitor of their bed. Still, while Malfoy and Hermione shared a silent conversation with intense stares, Daphne turned to him with a raised eyebrow. She hid it well, but Harry could detect the hint of nervousness and, more importantly, excitement.

Harry just smirked and replied, ‘You shouldn’t have taken the piss if you weren’t ready to back up your words, luv.’ Under the water, however, he gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze. After only a brief pause, her nostrils flared and she leaned up to plant a soft, tender kiss on his lips before swimming over to the other side of the bath.

Not before shooting Hermione a superior smirk, of course.

Hermione made the trip in the opposite direction, coming to a stop beside him as Daphne positioned herself between Malfoy’s legs, her face inches away from his long, hard and leaking cock.

‘Go on then, Greengrass,’ Hermione sniped in a derisory tone, but the death-grip she had on Harry’s bicep under the water told a different story. Despite her relatively recent escapades, it seemed she and Malfoy didn’t have that kind of relationship.

Yet.

He suspected that would be changing very soon.

Daphne had been staring at Malfoy’s towering cock when Hermione had goaded her. Turning back to the source of the taunt, the women stared each other down before his girlfriend turned her back on them, turning her attention to another man’s member.

She didn’t bother with her hands like Hermione did. Harry knew from experience that his girl’s talents lay elsewhere. After one final glance at Harry, where he made sure his return stare conveyed as much acceptance and eagerness as possible, Daphne showed off her skills by grinning, opening her mouth wide, and sliding her lips over Malfoy’s leaking crown.

She didn’t stop until her lips were pressed against Malfoy’s patch of blonde pubic hair. The man in question gasped in shock, his hand instantly flying to Daphne’s pony tail for balance while Hermione gaped in shock.

‘What the bloody hell…’

Hermione cursing? She must be shook…

She also gripped his arm like she was trying to tear it off, not quite believing what she was seeing. Harry didn’t blame her. His girlfriend’s oral skills were out of this world, so much so that he often teased that she must have made a pact with an otherworldly being to get a portal to another dimension installed in her mouth.

At seeing Hermione’s disbelieving stare, Harry couldn’t help but tease his best friend as well as stick up for his missus. ‘What? Did you think because Daph wasn’t as obvious as you that she was any less experienced?’ Hermione frowned at his whispered words as the wet sounds of sucking and slurping overpowered Malfoy’s shocked and delighted moans and groans. ‘You saw her at the party last year—she barely hesitated. She’s not the prissy pureblood you think she is.’

Hermione narrowed her eyes and stared down her nose at him. He recognised that look—he was about to be on the receiving end of one of her famous “internal misogyny” lectures.

‘And by “experienced,” you of course mean—’

‘Slags’ Harry cut her off with a cheeky grin, robbing her of the wind in her self-righteous sales. ‘You’re both filthy slags. And that’s brilliant.’

That had apparently been enough to garner his girlfriend’s attention, who promptly pulled herself off Malfoy’s cock with a gasp to glare over at him.

‘I don’t think you realise how ridiculous you look objecting to that fact in your current situation, luv.’

Malfoy wisely kept his mouth shut, enjoying Daphne’s throating far too much to risk it ending prematurely. Daphne swivelled her glare towards Hermione, but Harry didn’t miss the spark of mischief in the crystalline-blue depths. ‘Well then? Care to prove you’re not just all talk, Granger? Show us all what your intense study recently has wrought.’

That’s the poshest way I’ve ever heard someone be called a slut.

Bristling at the challenge, and perhaps fired up at watching another woman giving her boyfriend pleasure she could not, Hermione turned to him with narrowed eyes, apparently eager to prove Daphne right.

Oh, so it’s fine if a woman calls her a slag then? Typical.

‘Get up, Harry.’

‘Oh?’ Harry teased. As eager as he was to have a go at his best friend, he enjoyed fucking with her way too much. ‘I quite like it here though. The water’s lovely—yeow!’

As much as he loved teasing Hermione, he very much did not like her viscous pinching. With a drawn-out sigh, he pulled himself out of the water—very much enjoying the appreciative, hungry look Hermione favoured him with as water sloughed off his chiselled body, and her dark eyes devoured his girthy, hard shaft.

Where Malfoy was all pale, unblemished flesh, Harry was shredded and hirsute. Where Malfoy was an incredibly long eight inches, Harry was girthy six. He enjoyed the way Hermione’s calculating gaze looked to be comparing them, and he enjoyed it even more when it felt like he compared favourably.

With a final look back at Daphne and Malfoy—his girlfriend having gone back to deep-throating, but angled in a way so she could watch what he and Hermione got up to—Harry offered his girlfriend a cheeky wink before returning his attention to Hermione. He admired her body in turn, particularly her adorably flushed cheeks and heavy, swaying breasts topped with their hard, dark nipples.

Maybe not tonight, but he’d very much like to suckle on those beauties. He suspected his girlfriend might like that too.

She couldn’t get enough of Tracy’s nipples either—both Hermione and Daph’s best friend were equally gifted in that department.

With her eyes wide and her breath coming in excited pants, Hermione spit into her hands and lathered them up with moisture.

Harry was sure she’d seen plenty of cock at this point, ones even much larger than his own. There was something so illicit and taboo about their pairing off though, the fact that the cock she was staring at was his, that added an extra charge to this entire sordid affair.

He didn’t hate it. Especially when Hermione gripped him with lubed-up hands, her eyes widening when she realised she couldn’t encircle her small hand around his girth.

‘Holy…you’re so thick…’

As much as he loved to hear it, Harry was getting a little jealous of Malfoy—who was currently experiencing one of Daph’s world-class blowjobs.

‘Less talking, more wanking, Mione. Unless you want Daph to beat you…?’

It was a low blow, but Harry wasn’t against those when it came to his own pleasure. Besides, his words had the intended effect. Eyes widening in alarm at finally realising the game they were playing, Hermione went back to her corkscrew motion, staring deeply into his eyes while her hands were seemingly everywhere, all along his shaft, all at once.

Harry shuddered in bliss, feeling the strength flow out of him through his cock as his best friend wanked him. At hearing Malfoy’s own sounds of pleasure growing more urgent though, Hermione grew desperate. Harry—who’s been busying himself with watching Hermione’s larger baps jiggle with her wanking motions—gasped and only just bit down on a surprised squeal when Hermione slipped a glistening finger into his unexpecting, virgin bum.

Harry’s eyes widened, the breath sucked out of him as Hermione smirked sexily up at him. Then Harry nearly came on the spot when she pressed down on something inside him.

The feeling was unlike any he’d ever felt before.

It wasn’t just the pressure—it was the way his body responded, sharp and automatic, hips twitching in her grip as if she'd unlocked something primal. A wave of heat flushed outward from deep inside him, radiating from the pit of his spine to the base of his cock, where her other hand kept a steady, maddening rhythm.

What made it all worse—or better, if he was being honest with himself—was the sexy, knowing smirk Hermione favoured him with as she administered this experience with an almost clinical expertise.

Harry almost collapsed on the stone as all the strength in his body was sapped out of him. Unable to help himself, he gazed over at Malfoy and Daphne again. His girlfriend’s lips smirked around the foreign invader in her mouth, clearly enjoying the effect Hermione’s actions had on him and getting ideas, while Malfoy grinned knowingly at him.

‘I’ve no idea where, nng, where she learnt such filth, but you can’t argue with the, hnng, with the results.’

And results, she would receive.

‘That’s it Harry, cum for me. Be a good boy. Surrender. Let go!’

It was all too much. Not pain, not exactly—just intense. Deeper than any climax he’d ever felt. Like his orgasm had grown teeth and was chewing through him from the inside out. His own body felt foreign, whatever Hermione was doing to him robbing him of his agency.

He let go.

His body was flushed with heat that had nothing to do with the water and, with an animalistic groan, he painted Hermione’s tits with rope after rope of cum, his body shaking and quivering with each ejaculation.

Hermione had let out a victorious cry as he’d erupted like a geyser.

Unfortunately, whether in response to what he’d seen or Daphne’s expert deep throating, Malfoy had finished at the exact same time, filling his girlfriend’s stomach with his seed.

Naturally, the hyper-competitive women weren’t satisfied with a tie.

‘You clearly cheated! The parameters were very obviously my fellatio versus your hand-job! Sticking your finger in his bum wasn’t part of the game!’

‘Excuse me?!’ Hermione looked affronted, though it took Harry a moment to even realise this as his vision still swam with the power of his orgasm.

It certainly didn’t help that Hermione was still casually wanking him, squeezing out his last bit of cum all over her tits in what had to be one of the sexiest displays of casual eroticism he’d ever partaken in. ‘I don’t know where you came up with these rules, but the entire premise of the disagreement was that I didn’t know what I was doing—the fact that you don’t even know what a prostate massage is shows which of us is the real ignoramus!’

Harry let out a long, suffering sigh as the women bickered. His strength was quick to return, as well as his excitement—watchign the two beautiful, naked women now standing chest to chest, their bodies wet and glistening in the light and their faces flushed with passion, had that effect on him. He looked over at his long time rival, their deadpan stares conveying the absurdity of them somehow choosing to date women that had an even greater rivalry than they ever did.

‘Will you two just kiss and get over it already?’

Daphne flushed at being called out. Harry recognised arousal in his girlfriend when he saw it and she knew she’d been caught red-handed. Hermione, on the other hand, spun around and pinned with him a withering glare.

‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you?!’

Harry returned her stare with one filled with bemusement.

‘...yes?’

Seeing how serious he was, Hermione flushed before crossing her arms and tutting in frustration.

‘This is ridiculous. We’re supposed to be relaxing. I don’t have the inclination or energy to keep bickering with you, Greengrass.’

‘Likewise,’ his girlfriend agreed with a cheeky smirk. ‘I’m glad you finally decided to see reason.’

‘Oh for the love of—’

Before the argument could start over, Harry’s hand snatched out, wrapping an arm around Hermione’s wide hips and pulling her to him until she crashed into his body, her plush rear getting poked by his reawakened excitement.m

‘Hope you don’t mind, Malfoy, but this one has far too much energy. I best see to that.’

Malfoy allowed a small grin to grace his pale, no longer exhausted-looking features before turning to eye a panting, flushed Daphne hungrily. ‘We do what we must.’

Spinning around, Harry situated himself between Hermione’s spread legs. He’d sat her up on the edge of the bath and that put her at the perfect height for his cock to be poking her drenched nethers.

‘Why does it feel like I’m the last bloke in the castle who gets to do this with you?’

He punctuated his question with a poke at her pussy, his helmet slowly peeling her lips back and teasing penetration.

Hermione snorted and took the banter in the good nature it was given. ‘Leave-off, prat. I wasn’t that bad. Besides…’

She looked over his muscular shoulder, at the sight of her boyfriend whispering something into her rival’s ear, and flushed, a mixture of jealousy, anger and her natural competitive spirit shining in her eyes. Hermione leaned in close, to make sure she wasn’t overheard.

‘Besides…It’s not like I never wanted to. You were very much taken when I went through my, erm, my promiscuous phase.’

Harry felt himself surge at the delightfully wicked words. Hermione was gorgeous, and the sultry way she’d delivered those words, and the way she looked at him, had him panting with desire.

‘Well…better late than never.’

Hermione’s eyes widened and she let out a guttural groan as Harry pressed forward. He felt a brief bit of resistance as she spread wide around his girth, but he persisted and sank in with a groan of his own, her tight womanhood feeling like a furnace.

Hermione gasped and wrapped her arms around him like he was a buoy in a storm. ‘You’re… you’re a lot girthier than I’m used to,’ she whispered in explanation, as she shook under him.

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle, small groans interspersed in between as he slowly sank deeper into his best friend.

‘I’ve watched you take bigger…’

She slapped his chest, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and passion. ‘Shut up, mmm, you prat! That was, nnh, that was last year!’

They were interrupted by a deep groan from the other side of the bath. They both turned to see Malfoy already buried deep in Daphne who was leaned over the edge of the bath as her lover’s hips crashed into her world-class arse over and over.

They were watching them in turn. Somehow, that made everything so much hotter. He put voice to his thoughts.

‘Bloody hell, why is that so hot?’

Hermione gripped his chin in an iron-clad grip and turned his face so he was staring back at her chocolate-coloured eyes. ‘Lock in, Potter.’

He chortled. ‘Yes ma’am.’

Harry finally sank all the way in, his entire body shuddering at the incredible warmth of Hermione’s velvety womanhood. The woman in question wrapped her arms and legs around him and, after biting down on his shoulder, let out a deep groan that was muffled by his flesh.

‘Oh Jesus…you’re splitting me in two…’

Hermione’s whispered, erotic narration had him harder than steel. A part of him couldn’t believe he was shagging his best friend, another part greedily drank in the sight of her larger-than-expected, cum-covered tits jiggling with each of his deep thrusts, and the way she smiled and whimpered adorably as her pleasure grew.

As much as he loved how receptive Hermione was, how much she was enjoying their shagging, Harry kept feeling his attention being pulled by his girlfriend’s rapturous cries. He kept sneaking peaks over his shoulder, feeling himself surge every time he locked eyes with his passionate girlfriend as Malfoy’s hips kept crashing into her incredible arse.

‘Am I boring you, Harry?’

Harry’s head snapped back and he shook his head in the negative. ‘No, it’s just—’

Hermione cut him off with a snort, arching her back so she could take him deeper as he’d stopped his thrusting.

‘Figures,’ she teased, her eyes twinkling mischievously. ‘You liked it back then too, didn’t you? When Corner was shagging her…’

Narrowing his eyes, Harry’s thrusts became more punishing, but after Hermione’s surprised squeal, she laughed breathlessly.

Hearing the splashing sounds of water and slapping of skin, Harry grew tired of just listening and decided to change things up. Hermione whined in annoyance when he pulled out, but she yelped in surprise when he spun them around and pulled her into his lap. Her groan when he impaled her on his cock again was incredible and, with his hands on her hips, he started to bounce her on his lap as they faced Malfoy and Daphne—no longer needing to turn to watch the action.

‘...why is that so hot?’

‘Right?!’ Harry agreed eagerly, earning himself another delicious moan as he reached around and pinched Hermione’s pebbled nipple while he shagged her.

There was a current of eroticism thick in the air as both couples watched the other shagging their significant others. Harry felt Hermione constantly clenching even tighter around him each time Malfoy locked eyes with her, but rather than tease his friend, he understood. He felt himself surge likewise each time his old rival ripped a moan out of his girlfriend.

The embarrassed, almost apologetic looks Daphne sent him with each one only made them hotter.

‘I’m cumming. Harry, I’m cumming!’

He grew excited at Hermione’s urgent pleading voice. Reaching around, he helped his best friend over the edge by strumming her clit, biting down on her shoulder and burying himself as deep as he could manage.

With an exultant squeal, Hermione came undone. First stiffening before she convulsed in pleasure, her womanhood clenching around him like a vice.

Malfoy and Daphne had paused to watch Hermione’s explosive climax. Harry could recognise the spark of possessiveness, jealousy and arousal in the Slytherin’s eyes as he watched his girlfriend come undone in the arms of another man.

They were feelings he was wrestling with himself.

Harry gently lay Hermione down in the water as her shaking finally started to subside. With a kiss to the temple, he winked at her before motioning towards Malfoy and Daphne. ‘You relax, Mione, I’m gonna go give them a hand.’

Still glassy-eyed and trembling with pleasure, Hermione eyed his still hard cock with a hungry gaze before he turned and waded through the water towards his girlfriend. At his approach, Daphne’s breath hitched in excitement while Malfoy was instantly on guard.

Noticing this, Harry clapped a hand on his shoulder and grinned. ‘Relax mate. Just thought I’d give you a hand with this kinky minx. You ever bugger a girl?’

Malfoy warily glanced over at the slowly recovering Hermione and looked to be about to clam up before realising the situation he was in and thought better of it. Instead, he considered Harry’s question and shook his head in the negative. ‘Hermione doesn’t like it…’

Harry smiled wide. ‘Then you’re in for a treat, because this one’s a little anal slut.’

‘Harry!’

Harry snorted in amusement. ‘Bit late to be worried about propriety, luv, he’s balls deep in you!’

Daphne flushed in embarrassment at the obvious call-out, both the truth of it and the absurdity of her reaction in retrospect.

‘Here, back up,’ Harry instructed his old-rival. Malfoy eagerly did as commanded, his large cock slipping out of his girlfriend and glistening with her juices. Sitting up on the edge of the bath, Harry pulled Daphne into his lap and immediately impaled her on his shaft. She groaned at the girthier, more familiar invader and settled into his lap, melting against him as she made herself comfortable.

Expecting what was next but nevertheless excited at trying something new, Daphne didn’t resist as Harry spread her meaty cheeks and offered Malfoy her delicate rosebud. To make it even more inviting, Harry gathered up some of her excitement and rubbed it both around her back door, as well as slipping a finger inside.

Malfoy didn’t need to be told twice.

As Malfoy readied himself, eyes glimmering with excitement as he aimed his hard cock at Daphne’s proffered anus, Harry turned to Daphne. She sat frozen in his lap, her eyes wide with anticipation and excitement as she felt a third hard on her bum, and the blunt head of Malfoy’s cock gently poking and prodding.

‘Bet you didn’t see this coming when we agreed to practise tonight?’

She finally found her voice.

‘H-harry…’

‘Relax,’ he soothed, rubbing gentle circles over her delicate back.

‘I’ve n-never done this before…’

‘Breathe,’ he urged, ‘I’m here, it’s all good, just relax…’

‘He’s… oooooh!’

Harry could feel it when Draco eased himself in, even if it wasn’t blatantly obvious by the long, drawn out groan he let slip as he did so.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but just seeing the look of rapturous pleasure on his girlfriend’s face, and feeling how much she tightened around him was enough to disquiet any potential onset of gay panic.

‘You good, babe?’

‘Give me a second,’ Daphne wheezed, as she made herself comfortable between them, her body trembling and sandwiched between two men, one of them studly and positively strapping and the other one painfully average. Nodding shakily, his girlfriend locked eyes with him and gave him a brittle, vulnerable smile that made Harry want to wrap her up and never let go. ‘Okay, have at it, just take it slow boys.’

Harry looked over Daph’s shoulder into Malfoy’s grey eyes and nodded. The third member of this devil’s three-way returned the nod shakily and slowly began to pull himself out of the tight orifice he’d suddenly found himself in. Harry focused more on synching up their movements so it wasn’t awkward and uncomfortable for Daphne.

He found it easier if he didn’t move himself and instead just bounced Daphne on his lap in time with Malfoy’s thrusts. His girlfriend burying her face in his chest and letting out a long, soulful wail was enough proof for him that he was doing something right.

‘You’re such a dirty whore,’ Harry growled softly directly into her ear. ‘Shagging two blokes at the same time? Moaning like a tramp? What would your father think?’

Rather than instantly killing the mood like a casual observer might think, the mention of her father only heightened the taboo-ness of their tryst and had Daphne shaking with excitement, her moans of pleasure growing more urgent.

‘I’m about to cum in you. Malfoy’s gonna cum in your bum. You’ll be a complete mess. Think Hermione will clean you before it’s her turn?’

‘I can hear you! That’s disgusting!’

Harry barked out a laugh and looked over at his slowly recovering best friend. ‘You sure about that, Mione? Maybe Malfoy and I will be too tired to see to you after we’re done here then?’

Harry ignored the indignant squark from the peanut gallery and returned his focus to his beautiful, radiant, ready to climax girlfriend. He loved how adventurous she was, how—despite her frosty, prissy demeanor—eager she was to try new things, no matter how wild.

I think I just love her.

He filed that thought away for later and instead focused on her pleasure.

‘I’m cumming!’

‘Me too!’ Malfoy urged, his thrusts growing more erratic.

‘Me, nng, three!’

The room was filled with the sounds of slapping flesh, splashing water and moaning, and Daphne, sandwiched between and clinging to two men as she was, had never looked more beautiful in his eyes.

When she came, it wasn’t with a rapturous moan, but a silent scream. Her mouth gaped and her body froze as if she struck with the petrification charm as wave after wave of pleasure flooded through her, only aided by the simultaneous releases in both her womb and rectum.

When they disentangled themselves from each other, Harry made sure he had a clear view of his girlfriend’s gaping holes, a river of cum oozing out of each of them. Realising what had him so fascinated, Daphne flushed and shakily made to cover her shame, but he shot her a harsh glare and stopped her from closing her legs.

Before she could protest, Harry kissed her and pulled her close, the tenderness a stark contrast to the furious shagging she’d just got done with.

‘How’d you like that? Was it everything you’d fantasized it would be?’

Her beautiful pale eyes fluttered open and she stared dreamily at him. ‘It was…amazing.’

Harry chortled. ‘Just wait until Hermione cleans you up…’

She always loved it when Tracy did the same.

His girlfriend pouted adorably. ‘She’ll never do it.’

Harry looked over at his friend, locked in a similar, tender embrace with her boyfriend, and shot her a wink. Hermione flushed deep and glared, but something Malfoy whispered in her ear calmed her down, and she flushed deeper.

‘Don’t be so sure about that…’

Shockingly, and with cheeks flaming crimson, Hermione pulled away from her boyfriend and slowly started to wade through the water towards them.

‘She’s coming…’

‘No way!’ Daphne made to turn and watch, but Harry held her tight against his chest, worried that if Daphne did or said something to trigger Hermione, she’d ruin everything. Instead, he had his girlfriend’s face buried in his chest as she bent over, presenting her ass and pussy to Hermione’s trepidatious gaze.

Hermione didn’t do anything ridiculous like clam up or run away, but she did hesitate, watching the cum oozing out of Daphne’s holes with awe and a little fascination.

‘You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Mione,’ Harry reluctantly assuaged, despite every voice in his mind screaming at him to shut his mouth. ‘We’re not gonna force you.’

Surprisingly, a spark of mischief shone in Hermione’s eyes as she grinned up at him wickedly. ‘I do have to, because Draco just promised to do the same for me later if I do…’

Daphne gasped and Harry shot a shocked look over the platinum-haired man whose cheeks pinked, but he shrugged nonchalantly, clearly unconcerned with what Harry thought of their…proclivities.

‘That’s so hot…’

Hearing the longing whine in his girlfriend’s voice, Harry gave a sharp spank to her meaty rear and enjoyed watching it ripple. ‘Keep dreaming.’

She pouted, but that was all quickly forgotten as Hermione steeled herself before closing her eyes and burying her face in Daphne’s incredible ass, her delicate tongue reaching out and swallowing a scoop of his fresh cum from her rival’s gaping lips.

This night just keeps getting better.

Harry held tight to his girlfriend as she shook from pleasure and had several mini-climaxes on Hermione’s tongue.

When she was finished, Hermione pulled back, licked her lips then looked up at him with eyes that smouldered with passion.

Getting control of her breathing, she finally spoke. ‘Apparently my boyfriend likes his dick sucked a lot more than he previously let on. I’m going to go practise deep-throating him, do you mind leaving a little something in me that he’ll happily clean up later, like a good boy?’ 

Harry swallowed thickly but nodded robotically.

Hermione had never looked or sounded as sexy to him than she did in that moment, acting all domineering and demanding. He often found that aspect of her personality a flaw, annoying even, but in this context?

Bloody hell that’s hot…

With a giggle and a cheeky wink, Hermione swam back over to her flushed boyfriend who was busy wanking his once-again hard and eager cock. Stopping in between his spread, pale legs, she rested her elbows on his thighs and regarding the big cock before her with the same adorable frown she used whenever she was about to tackle a hard, academic problem.

Harry was quick to join them after sitting Daphne down comfortably and in a position where she could also watch. Hermione’s pussy was just above water level, ready and eager to be filled with his cock, but he couldn’t help it as his eyes drifted up to her—apparently—virginal rosebud.

Holding his thick, hard cock steady, Harry prodded her back door with his bulbous head and grinned cheekily. ‘You sure I can’t use this hole, luv?’

Hermione pulled off Draco’s cock with a gasp and turned to shoot him with a withering glare. ‘Don’t even think about it you prat, I don’t want that coke-can anywhere near my bum!’

Harry looked over Hermione and shot Malfoy a wink. ‘So you wouldn’t mind it if someone less gifted girthily had a crack?’

Malfoy’s eyes widened with excitement and Hermione turned away with a furious flush, swallowing her boyfriend’s cock whole—or as much as she could manage.

With a chuckle, Harry poked and prodded at Hermione’s dripping womanhood with his cock before sinking in with a delighted groan.

I could get used to this…

As Hermione’s muffled groans filled the room, Harry turned to make sure his girlfriend was enjoying the show. Despite having just had a wicked set of orgasms herself, she was luxuriating in the water, her hand very obviously frigging herself as she watched on. She blew him a kiss and Harry winked before turning back to give Hermione his full attention.

Harry didn’t foresee much sleep for either him or Daphne that night…

By the time Harry emptied himself in his best friend, Hermione had managed to not only deepthroat Malfoy, but also poked out her tongue to simultaneously lick at his bollocks too.

Talk about a serious overachiever.

After Harry pulled out and stepped away on shaky legs, Hermione’s hand was there like a flash, plugging up her womanhood and making sure she didn’t lose a single drop. With her free hand, she took her boyfriend’s hand and climbed out of the water and, with a flick of her wand, they were dried and their clothes sliding back on their bodies.

Harry followed them out and was surprised when the now-clothed Hermione crashed against his chest and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. It was absurd, but this innocent show of passion and affection felt more beyond the pale than anything they’d done that night.

When she pulled back, his best friend’s eyes were shining and she had a salacious look on her face. ‘Tonight was incredible,’ she began, addressing both Harry and, reluctantly, Daphne. Biting her lip, she stepped away and took Draco’s hand with an adorable flush on her cheeks. ‘But Draco and I are going to retire and continue by ourselves.’

Harry grinned and nodded in understanding, but before the other couple would leave, he called after them.

‘Same time next week?’ he asked cheekily as he helped Daphne out of the water and started to pat her down with the fluffiest of conjured towels. ‘Your spell-work’s still rubbish.’

Hermine barked out a laugh then gave their still-naked forms a final once over, bit her lip, flushed, then favoured them both with a naughty, eager smile.