A Summer of Change

The golden and warm morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Hermione stirred, her eyes fluttering open, and found herself nestled against Harry's chest. His arm was draped loosely around her waist, his messy black hair tousled even more than usual. She smiled softly, her heart swelling with emotions—affection, contentment, and a new kind of closeness she hadn't known before.

Carefully, so as not to wake him, Hermione slipped out of bed and dressed quickly, her mind racing with thoughts of the night before. Her cheeks flushed at the memory, but she felt no embarrassment—only a quiet certainty that what they had shared was right.

As Hermione descended the stairs to the kitchen, the warm aroma of tea and toast greeted her, but it did little to calm the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. She still felt the lingering soreness from last night's serious activities.

Lily Potter stood at the counter, her vibrant red hair catching the soft morning light, and turned as Hermione entered. Her green eyes, so much like Harry's, sparkled with warmth—and a hint of mischief.

"Good morning, Hermione," Lily said, her tone casual yet laced with amusement.

"Good morning, Mum," Hermione replied nervously, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sweater as she took a seat at the table.

Lily poured a cup of tea and slid it toward Hermione, leaning casually against the counter with a knowing smile. "So," she began, her voice light, "did everything go as planned last night?"

Hermione nearly dropped the cup, her cheeks turning a vivid shade of scarlet. "I—I don't know what you mean," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lily chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Hermione, you're a brilliant witch, but you're a terrible liar. And just so we're clear," she added, her grin widening, "this house has some excellent privacy charms, but it's not entirely soundproof. You took my advice, didn't you? And by the sound of the creaking bed, you both were very… enthusiastic about it."

Hermione groaned, covering her face with both hands. "Oh my God. This is so embarrassing," she murmured, mortified.

Lily chuckled, stepping forward to gently pry Hermione's hands from her face. "Oh, don't be shy, darling. You're part of the family now, and I take very good care of my family." She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "You can even call me Mommy if you'd like."

Hermione's breath hitched, her entire body tensing at the unexpected suggestion. She gaped at Lily, who simply smiled innocently, her green eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I—um—Mum, I don't think—"

Lily clicked her tongue, her expression one of playful disappointment. "Oh, come now, Hermione. After last night, I think we're well past 'Mum,' don't you?"

Hermione swallowed hard, heat pooling in her stomach at the sheer audacity of Harry's mother. "I… I suppose…"

Lily cupped her cheek gently, her thumb brushing over the lingering flush. "Good girl."

Hermione shivered.

Lily chuckled, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Relax, sweetheart. Consider us even." Then, after a beat, she added with an almost wicked glint in her eyes, "But if you're interested, I do know a few spells that might make things even more… satisfying next time."

Hermione let out a nervous laugh, unsure whether to flee or take mental notes. "I—um—thank you, Mum. That's… very generous of you."

Lily smiled warmly, her fingers trailing off Hermione's shoulder in a slow, knowing touch. "You're family now, love. It's my job to look out for you. And don't forget—you make Harry very happy. That's all I could ever want."

Hermione swallowed, her heart racing for an entirely different reason now. "I… I'll keep that in mind."

Lily watched Hermione closely as she prepared another cup of tea for herself, her playful expression softening into something a little more serious, though the warmth in her eyes remained. "Hermione," she began, her tone quieter now but still tinged with amusement, "there's something else I think you should know—something I wish someone had told me when I was younger."

Hermione tilted her head, curiosity mingling with residual embarrassment. "What is it, Mum?" she asked, her voice steady but cautious.

Lily leaned against the counter again, cradling her cup in her hands as she spoke. "Powerful wizards… they're not like ordinary wizards. The stronger their magic, the stronger every part of their body—emotions, passions, and, well…" She gave Hermione a knowing look. "Their sex drive. Their needs."

Hermione's blush returned in full force, and she averted her gaze. "Oh," she murmured, unsure of how to respond.

Lily continued gently. "And it's why you'll notice a pattern among powerful wizards. Dumbledore had Minerva McGonagall, his right-hand woman—beautiful, brilliant, and loyal to a fault. Grindelwald had Vinda Rosier, who was just as devoted. Even Voldemort, as twisted as he was, had Bellatrix Lestrange, who would have done anything for him."

Hermione frowned slightly, trying to process what Lily was saying. "Are you saying… Harry is going to need someone like that? Someone who…" She trailed off, unsure how to phrase it.

Lily nodded, her expression kind but serious. "Yes. And that someone is you, Hermione." She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping. "Wizards like Harry, with the kind of raw potential and power he has, often find that one person isn't enough to handle it all. It's why those powerful men I mentioned always had someone brilliant and capable by their side—and why they often sought more than one. Magic like theirs—like Harry's—creates bonds that are impossible to ignore. Especially for witches who are already attracted towards them."

Hermione's brow furrowed, her heart sinking slightly. "Are you saying Harry might… need someone else, too?" she asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lily smiled softly, reaching out to take Hermione's hand. "What I'm saying is that Harry's magic, his drive, will always be strong—stronger than most. And while he'll always love you, there's a possibility that his magic might draw others to him as well. It doesn't mean he loves you any less. It's just… part of who he is and who he's becoming."

Hermione nodded slowly, her mind reeling but her resolve strengthening. "I love him," she said softly, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions within her. "And I'll do whatever it takes to be there for him."

Lily's smile widened, and she gave Hermione's hand one last squeeze. "I know you will. You're perfect for him, Hermione. You're exactly what he needs. Just remember—whatever happens, you have my support. Always."

Hermione managed a small smile, her heart heavy but determined. "Thank you, Mum. For everything."

Lily's gaze lingered on Hermione for a moment longer, her expression unreadable before it softened into something reassuring. "Hermione," she said gently, " His libido is more potent than a love potion!. And being by his side means you'll feel the weight of that too. But you don't have to shoulder it alone."

Hermione's brow furrowed slightly, unsure of what she meant. "What do you mean, Mum?"

Lily's lips curved into a knowing smile, her green eyes twinkling with a mix of mischief and sincerity. "Just that if you ever feel like it's too much—if you're ever overwhelmed—don't be afraid to come to me. Let's just say I'd be happy to offer you help if you need it to pin down Harry again."

Hermione's cheeks turned crimson, her thoughts swirling as she tried to process the implications of Lily's words. "I—um—thank you, Mum. That's… very generous of you," she stammered, unsure of what else to say.

Lily chuckled softly, reaching out to give Hermione's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "You're family now, Hermione. I'll always be here for you, no matter what. Just remember—you're not alone in this. You have me. Always."

Hermione nodded slowly, her heart racing but her resolve steady. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice filled with genuine gratitude.

Lily stood, brushing her hands off before gesturing toward the stairs. "Now, go wake that son of mine. Breakfast won't wait forever, and I have a feeling he won't want to start his morning without you."

Hermione didn't need to be told twice. She practically fled the kitchen, her heart pounding as Lily's voice rang in her ears.

Mommy.

Oh, Merlin. What had she gotten herself into?

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The Hogwarts Express was alive with the usual buzz of excitement and chatter as students reunited with friends and shared stories about their summer. Harry and Hermione had managed to find an empty compartment toward the back of the train, their trunks stowed away and Hedwig's cage perched safely beside them. Hermione sat close to Harry, her shoulder lightly brushing against his as they talked quietly, her hand occasionally brushing against his arm.

Harry had been smiling more than usual since they boarded, a warmth radiating from him that Hermione couldn't help but mirror. The unspoken bond between them was palpable, their shared glances lingering a second too long, the subtle touches charged with an intimacy neither was trying particularly hard to hide.

The door to their compartment slid open, revealing Ginny Weasley, her bright eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the scene. "Hey, Harry, Hermione," she said, her voice cheerful but laced with a note of suspicion. Her gaze flicked to where Hermione's hand rested a little too close to Harry's on the seat.

"Hi, Ginny," Harry said, smiling as he shifted slightly, though he didn't move away from Hermione. "How was your summer?"

"Fine," Ginny replied, stepping inside and glancing around. "I didn't see you much at the Burrow, Harry. You didn't visit." Her tone was casual, but her eyes betrayed her curiosity as they darted between him and Hermione.

Hermione, ever composed, offered a polite smile. "Harry had a lot going on this summer," she said smoothly, her fingers briefly brushing his in a gesture so subtle it could have been innocent—though Ginny wasn't buying it.

"Oh, I'm sure he did," Ginny said lightly, her lips curving into a faint smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She took a seat across from them, leaning back and crossing her arms. "So, what did you two get up to this summer?"

Before either of them could respond, the compartment door slid open again, and Luna Lovegood drifted in, her dreamy expression and usual eccentricity immediately lightening the tension in the room. "Hello, everyone," she said serenely, her large eyes settling on Harry and Hermione.

"Hi, Luna," Harry said, grateful for the distraction.

Luna tilted her head, her gaze lingering on them. "You two look very close today," she observed, her tone matter-of-fact. "It's nice. People who are in love should sit close to each other. It's good for keeping Wrackspurts away."

Hermione's cheeks flushed, and she quickly busied herself with her book. Harry coughed awkwardly, his ears turning pink as he tried to suppress a nervous laugh.

Ginny's eyes narrowed even further, her suspicion growing. "In love?" she repeated, her voice sharper than she intended.

"Oh yes," Luna said dreamily, taking a seat beside Ginny. "It's obvious, isn't it? The way they look at each other—it's like how my mother used to look at my father before she accidentally blew up the kitchen." She sighed wistfully. "Very romantic."

Hermione's blush deepened, and Harry scratched the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at Ginny. "Luna, we're just friends," he said hastily, though the way his hand brushed against Hermione's as he spoke didn't help his case.

"Of course you are," Luna replied, her tone suggesting she didn't believe him in the slightest. "But you should still be careful. Wrackspurts are attracted to strong emotions, and they can make your head feel fuzzy if you're not careful."

Ginny didn't respond, her eyes fixed on Harry and Hermione with a mix of curiosity and irritation. "Well," she said finally, her voice tight, "this year's going to be… interesting."

Harry shifted uncomfortably, but Hermione straightened her posture, meeting Ginny's gaze with a calm, confident smile. "I'm sure it will be," she said pleasantly, her hand brushing Harry's once more as if to drive the point home.

Luna, oblivious to the underlying tension, began humming softly to herself, her dreamy demeanor serving as a strange but welcome buffer. Ginny, however, continued to watch the pair closely, her suspicions far from quelled as the train rumbled on toward Hogwarts.

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The Gryffindor common room was bustling with energy as students settled into their routines after the first day of classes. Laughter and chatter filled the air, but Harry's attention was fixed solely on Hermione. She was seated beside him on the couch, her legs curled under her as she flipped through a book, but Harry knew she wasn't really reading. Every so often, she'd glance at him, her lips curling into a small smile when their eyes met.

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "Let's get out of here."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Where to?"

Harry smirked. "Somewhere private."

A blush crept up her cheeks, but she didn't hesitate. She snapped her book shut and stood, smoothing her skirt. "Alright," she murmured, voice just loud enough for him to hear. "Lead the way."

Without drawing attention to themselves, they slipped out of the common room, their steps quick but casual as they navigated the corridors. The moment they reached the seventh floor, Harry paced in front of the familiar blank stretch of wall, focusing intently on what they needed. A door materialized before them, and without a word, he pulled Hermione inside.

The Room of Requirement had transformed into a cozy, dimly lit sanctuary. A grand four-poster bed sat in the center, draped in deep red sheets, the air thick with a warmth that sent a shiver down Hermione's spine.

Harry turned to her, eyes dark with intent. "Finally," he breathed, reaching for her hand and tugging her close.

Hermione swallowed hard, her pulse racing as her fingers curled around his. "Finally," she echoed before he captured her lips in a heated kiss, the door sealing shut behind them.

Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room, Ginny Weasley frowned. She had been expecting to find Harry here, maybe joking around with Ron or doing his best to avoid homework, but he was nowhere in sight.

"Hey, have you seen Harry?" she asked, turning to her brother.

Ron looked up from his game of wizard's chess with Seamus. "Haven't seen him in a while. Probably off with Hermione."

Ginny's frown deepened. "Hermione?"

"Yeah," Ron said, not looking up. "They've been glued to each other since summer. It's bloody annoying."

Ginny didn't respond, a strange unease settling in her stomach. Something about the way Harry and Hermione had been acting lately—whispering, touching, disappearing together—was bothering her. Deciding to confirm her suspicions, she made her way up to the girls' dormitory, expecting to find Hermione buried in a book. But when she pushed open the door, the bed was empty.

Parvati and Lavender were chatting near the window, and Ginny approached them. "Have you seen Hermione?"

Lavender tilted her head in thought. "Last I saw her, she was with Harry," she said with a knowing smirk. "They left together a while ago."

Ginny's stomach clenched. She turned on her heel and made her way back down the stairs. If Hermione wasn't in the dorms, and Harry wasn't with Ron, then where the hell were they?

As she stepped out into the corridor, she nearly bumped into Luna Lovegood, who was twirling her wand absently in her fingers.

"Hello, Ginny," Luna said airily. "You seem troubled."

Ginny crossed her arms. "I'm looking for Harry and Hermione. Have you seen them?"

Luna's dreamy expression didn't change. "No, but I imagine they don't want to be found."

Ginny's eyes narrowed. "I have a feeling I know exactly what they're up to, and I want to be sure."

Luna considered this for a moment, her gaze drifting toward the ground before she nodded, her usual calmness returning. "Alright. We can use the Point Me spell."

She raised her wand effortlessly, her fingers delicate around the handle as she turned her focus to the task at hand. "Point Me," Luna murmured, the words soft and almost melodic.

For a moment, nothing seemed to happen, but then the tip of her wand twitched, as if it were alive with purpose. Slowly, it turned and pointed in a very particular direction.

Ginny clenched her jaw. "Let's go."

With Luna trailing behind her, still humming softly, Ginny set off, determined to find out exactly what Harry and Hermione were hiding.

Ginny's grip tightened on her wand as she and Luna followed the Point Me spell, their steps echoing in the dimly lit corridor. They stopped at a seemingly blank stretch of wall on the seventh floor.

Luna tilted her head. "Oh, how convenient," she mused. "They're in the Room of Requirement."

Ginny let out a frustrated breath. "That means they really don't want to be found."

Luna simply walked forward and knocked.

To Ginny's shock, the door creaked open. Without hesitation, she pushed inside—only to freeze.

The air in the room was warm, thick with something she couldn't quite place, but the sight before her made her breath hitch. Harry and Hermione stood in the middle of the room, their bodies pressed close, their clothes in a scattered pile on the floor. Both were down to their undergarments—Harry's hands rested low on Hermione's waist, her arms wrapped around his neck.

The moment they realized they weren't alone, Hermione let out a small yelp, pressing herself instinctively against Harry as if to shield herself. Harry spun around, his face flushed, eyes wide.

"Ginny?" he sputtered. "Luna?"

Ginny's face burned. "What the hell is going on?"

Hermione, still catching her breath, tried to recover some dignity, standing tall even as she clutched Harry's shirt against her chest. "It's… it's not what it looks like."

Luna tilted her head. "It looks like you were about to have sex."

Hermione turned an even deeper shade of red, while Harry ran a hand through his messy hair, clearly at a loss for words.

Ginny crossed her arms. "So it is what it looks like."

Harry sighed. "Ginny, can we not do this right now?"

But Luna, as always, seemed unbothered. She tapped her chin thoughtfully, then turned to Ginny. "I don't see why you're upset. Hermione got here first, but that doesn't mean you can't have him too."

Ginny's mouth fell open. "What?!"

Luna smiled serenely. "Powerful wizards tend to attract multiple witches with their Flibberfluff. It's only natural. Harry's got the potential to be the strongest of them all." She glanced at Hermione. "You're not planning to keep him all to yourself, are you?"

Hermione, still reeling, struggled for a response. "I—what?"

Luna continued as if she hadn't heard. "Besides, if Hermione shares Harry with Ginny, it's only fair that he shares Ginny with me."

Ginny nearly choked. "What?!"

Harry blinked. "Wait, what?"

Luna simply smiled. "Oh, don't be silly, Ginny. You fancy Harry, don't you?"

Ginny opened her mouth to protest but hesitated.

Luna continued, her voice as dreamy as ever. "Oh, it's really quite practical, you see. Harry will need plenty of milking after Christmas. I've heard that powerful wizards tend to have... insatiable appetites when it comes to... well, impregnating witches. It's fascinating, really. You know, half of Britain's magical families are related to Godric Gryffindor."

Harry and Hermione exchanged a bewildered glance, Hermione gripping his arm like an anchor.

Ginny, on the other hand, was speechless. Her entire face was red, but Luna just hummed, looking utterly at peace with the chaos she had just unleashed.

Without another word, Luna approached Harry, her eyes never leaving Ginny's as she knelt down and began to slide down his trousers. Harry looked like he was about to protest, but Hermione's grip tightened, and she whispered something in his ear that made him swallow hard. Ginny watched, horrified yet strangely transfixed, as Luna revealed his stiff cock.

"Muggle underwear?" Luna said, sounding surprised. "How peculiar. But I suppose it's comfortable, in its own way."

She took his hot rod into her mouth, her eyes fluttering closed as she began to suck him off. Harry's eyes rolled back, and a deep groan escaped his lips. Hermione watched with a smirk, a hint of triumph in her gaze as she stepped aside, revealing her bare breasts to Ginny.

The sight was like a slap in the face, and suddenly, all of Ginny's jealousy and anger evaporated. She took a step forward, her own curiosity piqued. "What are you doing, Luna?"

Luna pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Harry's cock. "It's simple, Ginny. Hermione is sharing her stud with me. Sharing is caring. And I've always been quite curious about the taste of a wizard's seed."

Ginny's eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. She looked from Harry's half-lidded gaze to Hermione's knowing smile. And then she realized that she didn't need to be jealous but she needed to hurry.

And with that, she stepped closer, dropping to her knees alongside Luna, her eyes never leaving Harry's as she took his cock from Luna's mouth and began to lick him herself.

Hermione's smirk grew. "Looks like we're going to have a full house tonight, Harry," she murmured, her hand sliding down to her own pussy.

The three of them worked in silent harmony, their mouths moving in tandem over Harry's shaft, their hands exploring each other's bodies. Ginny had never felt so alive. She had always loved Harry from afar, but now she had the chance to taste him, to feel his cock in her mouth.

Hermione's hand began to rub her own clit as she watched Ginny and Luna share Harry's cock. And as she watched, she felt a warmth spread through her, an urge to not just be a participant, but to be the one who orchestrated their pleasure.

Her eyes locked with Harry's, and she spoke, her voice firm yet seductive. "Ginny, stop. I want to show you something."

Ginny pulled away, panting, her eyes questioning. Hermione took Harry's cock and guided it towards Ginny's mouth. "Open," she instructed, and Ginny obeyed.

With one hand on the back of Ginny's head, Hermione began to fuck the cocky redhead's face, Harry's cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Ginny's eyes watered, but she didn't resist. If anything, she seemed to relish the sensation of being controlled, of being part of this new fetish of Hermione.

"Now, Luna, come here," Hermione said, her voice a low purr. "I want to show Harry how much you both love him."

Luna obeyed, her own eyes gleaming with excitement as she crawled over to Harry's side, watching as Hermione pushed Ginny's head down further, making her take him deep into her throat.

"Look at her, Harry. Look at how eager she is to please you," Hermione whispered.

Harry's eyes widened as he watched the scene before him, his cock pulsing with need. He had never seen Hermione of them like this, so wanton, so hungry. It was mesmerizing.

"But remember, Harry," Hermione continued, her voice like velvet, "you have to save the best for me. After all, I'm the one who's been here for you through it all."

Her hand slid down to her own pussy, and she began to rub herself, her eyes never leaving his.

"But what about me?" Luna asked, pouting slightly.

Hermione's smirk grew. "Don't worry, Luna. Harry's going to take your virginity next. And then he'll make you feel things you never thought possible."

The words hung in the air, thick with promise and lust. Harry's cock grew even harder at the thought of claiming both Ginny and Luna's virginity in one night.

But it was Ginny's gasp that brought him back to reality. She had pulled away, her eyes wide, her chest heaving.

"What?" Harry asked, his voice thick with desire.

Hermione's smile was predatory. "You heard her. She wants to be next. And who are we to deny a witch what she desires?"

Ginny looked up at him, her eyes pleading. Harry's resolve crumbled like a house of cards. He reached down and helped her to her feet, his cock standing tall and proud, ready for whatever the night had in store.

Luna watched as Harry and Ginny kissed, her own hand playing with her nipple through her shirt. "You know, Harry, I've always had a bit of a... thing for you."

Her voice was soft, almost shy, but the hunger in her eyes was unmistakable.

Hermione stepped back, watching the two of them. "Go ahead, Harry. Take her. Show her how a real man does it."

Her eyes gleamed with something other than jealousy. It was excitement, the thrill of watching Harry claim Ginny's innocence, and the knowledge that she had brought them all to this point.

Ginny's hands roamed over Harry's chest, her own desire burning through her like wildfire. She had dreamt of this moment for so long, and now it was finally here.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, his voice strained with lust.

"More than anything," Ginny murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

And with that, he picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed, the mattress groaning beneath them as he laid her down, his cock poised at her entrance.

Hermione's eyes never left Harry's as she climbed onto the bed, her own arousal clear as she positioned herself between Ginny's legs. "Let me help you, Harry. After all, I know exactly what she needs."

Her tongue flicked out, tracing a wet path up Harry's shaft before delving into Ginny's folds, lapping at her clit. Ginny's back arched, a cry escaping her as Harry pushed into her, her virginity giving way to his thickness.

"Oh, Merlin, Harry!" she screamed, her nails digging into the bed.

"Look at her, Harry. Look at how much she loves boy who lived's cock," Hermione whispered, her own pleasure evident in her voice as she watched her friend's face contort with ecstasy.

The sight of Ginny's face, a mask of pain and pleasure, was too much for Harry to resist. He began to move, his hips driving into her with a ferocity that surprised even himself.

Ginny's cries grew louder, her body tightening around him as she approached her first orgasm. Hermione's tongue danced around her entrance, lapping up Harry's precum as it leaked from her tight pussy.

"You're so good, Harry. So fucking good," Hermione moaned, her hand slipping between her own legs to join in the festivities.

Her eyes locked with his, and for a moment, it was as if they were the only two in the room.

But Luna hadn't been forgotten. She watched from the edge of the bed, her own hand rubbing her clit through her knickers. "What about me?" she asked, her voice needy.

Hermione turned to her with a grin. "Patience, Luna. Your turn will come. But for now, watch and learn. This is how you treat a man who's about to fuck you into oblivion."

Luna nodded eagerly, her eyes wide as she took in every detail, every gasp and moan, every thrust and retreat.

As Harry's pace increased, Ginny's eyes rolled back in her head. She was so close, her body trembling on the edge of the precipice.

"I'm gonna cum, Harry, I'm gonna cum!" she screamed.

"Do it, Ginny. I want to feel you come around me," Harry panted, his own orgasm building.

With a final, guttural moan, Ginny's body spasmed, her pussy clenching around him as she came, her orgasm sending him over the edge as well. He filled her with his cum, each spurt making her body jerk with pleasure.

When it was over, Harry collapsed onto the bed, his cock still twitching with the aftershocks of his climax. Ginny lay beneath him, her chest heaving, a contented smile on her face.

Hermione leaned over, her hand still between her legs. "You were magnificent, Harry," she murmured, her voice thick with lust.

"Thanks, Hermione," Harry managed to say, his breathing still ragged.

Luna finally spoke up. "Can I have him now?"

Her voice was small, but filled with a need that was palpable.

Hermione looked at her, her eyes still glazed with arousal. "Of course, Luna. It's your turn to be part of the fuck fest."

Luna peeled off her clothes, revealing her slender, pale body, her breasts small and perky, her pussy shaved bare. Harry's cock twitched at the sight of her, already eager for more.

He sat up and positioned her on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide. "Ready?" he asked, his voice husky.

"More than ready," Luna whispered, her eyes glazed with anticipation.

With a gentle touch, Harry guided his cock into her, watching as she took him in, inch by inch. Her eyes widened as he filled her, her mouth forming a silent "Oh!" as she adjusted to his size.

"How does it feel?" he asked, his hand stroking her cheek.

"Incredible," she breathed. "It's... I've never felt anything like this with the spell I know."

"Good," Harry murmured, his hips beginning to move. "Because you're going to feel a lot more tonight."

Her eyes rolled back as he began to thrust, her hips meeting his with a passion that surprised even him. She was a natural, her body moving in perfect sync with his.

Hermione watched from the side, her own hand working between her legs as she whispered, "Look at her, Harry. She's loving it. Just like you love it when I suck your cock."

The words sent a bolt of arousal through Harry, making him pound into Luna even harder.

"Is that what you want?" Luna asked, her voice breathless. "You want to see him fuck other witches?"

Hermione nodded, her eyes locked with Harry's. "Yes. I want to know how much he enjoys us."

"He's right there, Ginny. You can ask him yourself," Luna said, his eyes flickering between them.

"Does it feel good, Harry?" Ginny asked, her voice a purr.

"Better than anything," Harry groaned. "But I need to feel more of you, too."

"Then take me right now," Hermione said, her voice a command. "Show me what you're really made of, Harry Potter. Make me scream your name until I can't speak anymore."

With a growl, Harry pulled out of Luna's tight pussy and turned to Hermione, who was already spreading her legs for him. He didn't need an invitation. He dove between her thighs, his tongue swiping at her clit, making her squirm.

"Oh, Harry, yes!" she moaned, her hand in his hair, guiding him.

Luna watched, her own hand moving between her legs as she felt the ache of Harry's absence.

"Don't worry, Luna. You'll get your turn," Hermione assured her, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"But not until we're both satisfied. And I think we can agree that Harry's cock is the best thing that's ever been in our mouths, right?" Ginny said, a smug smile playing on her lips.

Luna nodded, her eyes on Harry's cock as he licked and kissed his way back up Hermione's body.

"Fuck me, Harry," Hermione demanded, her eyes flashing with desire. "Fuck me like you just took Ginny's virginity."

"And then, Harry, you're going to pound me again," Luna added, her voice a little shakier now.

"You're so eager, aren't you?" Harry said, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he positioned himself at Hermione's entrance.

"More than you know," she replied, her eyes never leaving his.

With a roar, he plunged into her, making the bed shake. Hermione's walls tightened around him, her nails digging into his back as she met him thrust for thrust.

"Oh, Harry, it's so good. You're so big, so deep," she gasped out, her eyes rolling back.

"You're so wet, so tight, Hermione," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. He reached down to fondle her breasts, his thumbs circling her erect nipples.

"So much bigger," she moaned. "Only you can fill me up like this."

Luna watched, her own hand moving faster between her legs. "Make her scream, Harry. I really wonder since when are these two carving your cock"

Ginny's cheeks flushed at the words, but she remained silent, her eyes glued to the scene before her.

"Fuck me harder, Harry. Make her see how much I love it," Hermione begged, her voice hoarse with passion.

Her words spurred Harry on, his cock plunging into her with a ferocity that left no doubt of his prowess.

Her walls tightened even more, and with a sharp intake of breath, she threw her head back and let out a scream that was music to Harry's ears. Her nails dug deeper into his skin, her pussy walls convulsing around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure of orgasms washed over her.

"I'm cumming, Harry, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room.

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body arching off the bed as she screamed his name.

Luna's hand grew still, her eyes glued to the sight of Harry's cock disappearing into Hermione's pussy.

"Now, Luna. It's your turn to feel him inside you," Hermione panted, her body still trembling from her climax.

Her voice was a siren's call, and Luna could not resist. She crawled over to Harry, her eyes gleaming with desire.

"But first, I want to taste you both," Harry murmured, his eyes dark with lust as he pulled out of Hermione and turned to Luna.

Without hesitation, he leaned over and kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth, sharing the sweet taste of Hermione's body with her.

Luna's eyes widened, but she melted into the kiss, her hands reaching up to caress his face.

"Now, let's get you ready for the real fun," Harry said, his eyes shining with mischief.

He guided Luna onto her hands and knees, his cock still slick with Hermione's juices.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"Trust me, Luna. It'll be worth it," Harry promised, his hand sliding down her back to caress her ass.

He spread her cheeks, exposing her tight little asshole to him. Luna gasped as he traced the tip of his cock around the sensitive ring of muscle.

"Relax, Luna. I'll be gentle," Harry soothed her, his voice a low growl of desire.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Imagine it's a Crumple-Horned Snorkack you're about to catch, and my cock the elusive beast that's been waiting to be tamed."

The absurdity of the image made her giggle, and she felt her body relax slightly.

Hermione watched, her eyes glued to the sight of Harry's cock poised at Luna's entrance. She slid off the bed and knelt before Ginny, her tongue sliding through her folds.

"Oh, Harry's cum tastes so good, Ginny. Did watching him pound me make you so wet?" she murmured, her voice filled with excitement.

Ginny nodded, unable to speak as Hermione's tongue danced over her clit, lapping up the remnants of Harry's seed.

Luna's breath hitched as Harry pushed the head of his cock into her ass, her body tightening around him. "Oh, Harry, it's... it's so... full!" she gasped.

"Relax, Luna. I'll make it feel so good," Harry promised, his voice low and soothing.

He pushed in deeper, feeling her body stretch around him, and she whimpered, her head dropping to the pillow.

"Look at her, Ginny. She's loving it," Hermione said, her tongue flicking at Ginny's clit as she spoke.

"It's so...," Luna moaned.

"It's because he's the best, Luna. He's the Chosen One, after all," Ginny managed to say, her voice tight with her own arousal.

Hermione's hand slid up to cup Ginny's breast, her thumb playing with the nipple as she watched Harry fuck Luna's ass. She could feel the heat building in her own pussy, the sight of her two friends together making her so wet she could feel it dripping onto her thighs.

"I'm going to make you cum now, Ginny. Watch him with me," she whispered, her eyes never leaving Harry's face.

Her tongue danced around Ginny's clit, applying just the right amount of pressure as her fingers slid into her soaking wet pussy.

Ginny's eyes went wide as pleasure shot through her, her back arching off the bed.

"Look, Harry, she's going to come," Hermione instructed, her voice a seductive purr.

Harry's strokes grew faster as he watched Hermione lick Ginny's pussy, the sight of his best friend's face contorted with pleasure pushing him closer to the edge.

"Oh, Harry, I'm going to cum! Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes!" Ginny screamed, her body bucking against Hermione's mouth.

Hermione looked up at Harry, her eyes gleaming with triumph.

"You see, Harry? I told you she'd love it," she murmured, her own orgasm building.

Luna's moans grew louder as Harry's cock hit her womb, her body shaking with the force of her climaxes.

"You're so good, Harry. Not even Ginny has ever made me feel like this," she whimpered, her voice barely audible.

"She's in heaven. And now, I want you to fill her up. I want to watch your cum drip out of her tight little asshole," Hermione instructed, her voice a mix of desire and power.

With a grunt, Harry gave one final thrust, his cock swelling as he released his load deep inside Luna's ass.

"Oh, Harry, it's so much, I can feel it in my stomach!" Luna exclaimed, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she collapsed onto the bed, boneless.

"Good girl," Harry murmured, pulling out of her and watching as his cum spilled out of her.

The sight was too much for Hermione, and she dove back onto the bed, her mouth finding Harry's cock and licking it clean, savoring the taste of Luna's ass mixed with his seed.

"Mmm, delicious," she murmured, looking up at him with a wicked smile.

"I can't believe you just did that, Harry. It was amazing," Ginny whispered, her voice still hoarse from screaming.

Luna looked back at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Thank you, Harry. That was... I don't have words for it," she said, her voice shaky.

"You're welcome, Luna. Now, let's make sure everyone gets a taste," Harry said with a mischievous grin.

He gestured for the two witches to come closer, and they eagerly complied, their mouths meeting around his cock.

Ginny's eyes widened with excitement as she licked alongside Hermione, tasting the remnants of Luna's ass on Harry's shaft.

"Oh, this is so... wicked," she said, her voice breathless.

"It's just the beginning, Ginny. Just wait until you taste it all over your face," Hermione said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

They worked in tandem, their tongues swirling and dancing around his cock, cleaning him up with eager laps. Harry's eyes fluttered closed, his head thrown back in pleasure.

"You're so delicious, Harry. I can't get enough of you," Hermione murmured, her voice a seductive purr.

"Me neither," Ginny echoed, her eyes locked with Hermione's as they both took him into their mouths at the same time.

Their cheeks hollowed as they sucked him hard, fighting for dominance, their rivalry forgotten in the heat of the moment.

"Oh, Harry, your cock feels so hot touch. I've never felt anything like this before," Luna whispered, her voice filled with awe.

Her words spurred Harry on, his cock growing even harder between their lips.

"Mmm, I can feel him getting bigger, girls. He's going to cum again. And this time, we're going to share it all," Hermione said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Yes, let's show him how much we want his seed," Ginny added, her voice thick with desire.

Their mouths moved in unison, their tongues caressing every inch of Harry's cock. They moaned in unison, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body.

"I'm going to cum, witches. Get ready for it," Harry warned, his voice strained with effort.

Ginny pulled away, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ready?" she asked, and with a nod from Hermione, they both opened their mouths, waiting eagerly.

With a roar, Harry exploded, his cum spurting forth in thick ropes, covering both their faces. They lapped it up greedily, their eyes never leaving each other's, the intensity of the moment only adding to their arousal.

"Swap with me, I want to taste him too," Ginny demanded, and without hesitation, they leaned in, their tongues darting out to share the salty treat.

Luna watched, her hand moving between her legs, her body begging for release.

"Don't worry, Luna. You're not left out," Harry said, his hand reaching out to caress her cheek, his cum smearing onto her skin.

He pulled her closer, his cock still pulsing with aftershocks, and she eagerly opened her mouth to take him in, her tongue swirling around the head, cleaning off the last traces of his release.

"You taste like us, Harry. Like our love for you," Hermione murmured, her eyes fluttering closed as she took a turn, her mouth sliding over his length.

Ginny straddled his face, her pussy glistening with excitement. "And now it's time for you to taste me again," she said with a wink.

Her juices coated Harry's tongue as he lapped at her, his mouth never stopping as the three of them moved in a symphony of lust.

"We should do this more often," Luna said, her voice filled with longing as she watched Harry pleasure the two witches.

"Every night, if we can manage it," Ginny agreed, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm against Harry's mouth.

"But only when we're all in agreement. No more fighting, no more jealousy," Hermione added, her eyes still locked with Ginny's, the tension between them replaced by a fiery passion.

"You're right, Hermione. We're all here because we want Harry. We're all addicted to this, to the way he makes us feel," Luna murmured, her hand slipping down to her clit.

"We should just accept it. We can't live without this cock anymore," Ginny said, her voice thick with desire.

The three of them lay on the bed, their limbs tangled together, their breathing heavy with the aftermath of their orgasms.

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