Celebrity, fantasy, Teen sex, blow job, oral sex, male/female, teen girl/teen girl, group sex, threesome, cum swallowing, cum swapping, romance, swimming, exhibitionist, voyeur, masturbation, incest, cat fight, This is the disclaimer that I have to write even though everyone knows what it says and no one ever reads them. PT. 1 I did not create Harry Potter. I did not create any of the characters.
They all belong to an ingenious woman named J.K. Rowling. The characters and sets are hers, the situations are mine.
PT. 2
I do not agree with underage sex or incest (kissing and oral sex between siblings) but this is just a story of fictional characters. If you do not wish to read about such things, than please find another story. Other wise, enjoy. It had been a month since the Battle of Hogwarts. Voldemort was still dead, but so were a lot of other people. Good people. Fred Weasley, Remus Lupin, his wife Nymphadora Tonks Lupin, the much to young Colin Greavy and so many others. Too many others. He missed them, but it had been a month since they helped to defeat the greatest evil in a century. They deserved to rest and the survivors deserved to return to what was left of their lives. Harry potter woke in his bed and was assaulted with these thoughts. This had happened every morning for the last month. Actually, it had happened several times a day since the battle. He looked at the other bed in the room hoping to see he best friend Ron but was not surprised to find an empty bed. Harry was neither worried nor surprised.
Ron usually fell asleep on the couch holding his girlfriend Hermione. As much as Harry loathed getting out of bed this early, he thought he should probably go wake up his two best friends before Ronâs mother went down stairs to make breakfast. Though both Ron and Hermione were over age, Ron was still Mrs. Weasleyâs little boy and would not be fond of finding him asleep in the arms of a woman on the sitting room couch. Even if the arms belonged to Hermione Granger, who Mrs. Weasley was very fond of. Harry found his glasses, his jeans, t-shirt and slippers and left room he normally shared with Ron on the top floor of the Weasley family home, aka âthe Burrowâ. He crept down the long winding stair case and into the sitting room. He saw Hermione asleep against Ronâs chest, her long, bushy brown hair mingled with his messy flaming red hair. He approached them but before he could rouse them from what appeared to be a very peaceful slumber he heard a soft female voice a few feet behind him. âlet them sleep,â called Mrs. Weasley. Harry stopped dead. He had been caught; worse, so had Ron and Hermione.
Mrs. Weasley was known for her temper so he was surprised to hear none of it now. âGood morning Mrs. Weasley. Sleep well?â Harry said sleepily, taking a seat at the kitchen table. âNot as well as them I expect. We should all sleep as peacefully as they appear to be.â âHe was hoping you wouldnât find out. Afraid you wouldnât approve.â Harry said to the table after a minute. âI canât complain. I know they love each other.â After a minute she added in a much more motherly tone âand as long as itâs down here, I suppose I shouldnât worry to much.â Harry had always loved Mrs. Weasley. She was the closes thing he had to a mother. The closest thing he had to a brother and sister had begun to stir on the sofa behind him.
âMyânee.â Ron whispered. But no movement could be seen from the pile of blankets covering the front half of the couch. âMYâNEE.â he said a little louder. âNuh uh,â Was the reply from the mangle of bushy brown hair. ââMione, we need to get up before my mom comes down to make breakfast.â this time the words were followed by the sound of a kiss on the cheek. Harry looked up at Mrs. Weasley. She was looking rather determinately at the pots and pans in front of her. âDonât care. Need to sleep.â These words were filled with sleep and just a hint of Hermioneâs temper. Harry couldnât help to wonder what they had been doing so late as to still need sleep. Harry was about to say something but the mother in Mrs. Weasley must have gotten the better of her. âCome on you two, donât want to miss breakfast.â
That had done it. Hermione sat bolt upright. Even though she was now sitting it still didnât look as though she was awake. For one, her hair was draped in front of her face. Ron, simply stared at his mother, then his eyes shot to Harry, who with a smirk, waved good morning then became extremely interested in his glass of pumpkin juice. Hermione excused herself to the bathroom while Ron joined Harry at the table, making sure to bump into him on the way. âEggs, Ronald?â asked Mrs. Weasley with out taking her eyes off the stove. âYes please.â Harry could tell that Ron was waiting to get yelled at but it never came. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Hermione joined the table. Hermione sat next to Ron but did not look at him, or anyone else for that matter.
Mrs. Weasly set a cup of pumpkin juice down in front of Hermione. âGood morning dear. Sleep well?â Ronâs hair was positively dull compared to the said of red now upon Hermioneâs cheeks. âYes maâam. And you?â Hermione said with an innocent voice as she could muster with out taking her eyes off her glass. âVery well thank you. But Iâve been up for hours. I decided to get a head start on the days chores.â Both Ron and Hermione looked at Harry. All four of them calmed a but and were able to enjoy breakfast. Mrs. Weasley always made the most wonderful food; Second only to the Hogwarts house-elves, though he would never tell this to the Weasleys. The rest of the family drifted in over the next half hour. Ginny came down after about ten minutes, sitting next to Harry. As she passed him, she ran her fingers along his neck, tickling the hairs along the bottom he would never mention that to any of the Of his scalp. After she took her seat next to him, he reached under the table and he patted her on her bare leg. She was wearing the most adorable summer shorts, the sexiest thing she dared wear at home.
Despite Mrs. Weasley not complaining at finding Ron and Hermione asleep together on the couch, he wasnât about to kiss Ginny in front of her. Then came Mr. Weasley escorting Gorge Weasley. Mr. Weasley had been escorting gorge to breakfast all month. Since Fred, Gorges twin brother, had died in the battle, it seemed that Gorge had lost the will to eat. In fact it seemed that he had lost the will to do most things. They all began to eat and discuss plans for the day when an owl landed in the open window. Mrs. Weasley took the scroll of parchment from the owls leg and handed it a strip of bacon. After the owl had flown off, she turned to the others. âWhat is it Molly dear?â asked Mr. Weasley. âAccording to this,â she said still looking at the letter, âProfessor McGonagall and Minister Shakolbolt will be arriving soon. It says to reply be floo if itâs inconvenient.â Harry was still trying to figure what the Hogwarts headmistress and the Minister of Magic could possibly want at the burrow when he heard two small pops just out side the front gate. Arthur Weasley opened the kitchen door and welcomed a very old witch and emerald robes and a tall black wizard in a blue suite with a dark purple traveling cloak.
âGood morning Minerva, Minister.â said Mr. Weasley with a grin while at the same time stifling a yawn. âI do hope this isnât too early for you Arthur.â the Minister said with a politely political grin. âCertainly not. You are always welcome here, you know that Kingsley, Er⊠Minister. Can we get you something?â Arthur asked, motioning to the table. âJust tea, I thinkâ McGonagall said softly taking a seat at the end of the table opposite Mr. Weasley. The minister simply took up a standing position at professor McGonagallâs left shoulder. âSo, Minister, Professor, what can we do for you? Not changing jobs again, am I?â Mr. weasley had changed positions at the Ministry three times in five years. Apparently he was not anxious to do so again. âNo Arthur, certainly not. We like you just where you areâ said the Minister with a far friendlier grin. âActually, weâve come to see this lot.â said the Minister nodding toward Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione. They all gave a look which was a combination of âwhat did we do now?â and âwho do we have to save?â Professor McGonagall must have seen this. âCalm down Mr. Potter, itâs nothing like that.â If professor McGonagall had been capable of chuckling, she would have given one now.
âWe have a Proposition to make you.â and once again the four of them shared same look of apprehension. âThe wizarding community owes you four a great deal, how everâŠâ âYou Miss. Weasley, did not complete you 6th and 7th years. And Mr. potter, Mr. Weasley and Miss granger did not even bother to attend their 7th.â Harry couldnât believe it. They save the whole sodding world and here the headmistress was complaining that they did not Finnish school. âCalm down Mr. Potter,â continued professor McGonagall, âThe minister and I have come up with a solution for all who will to take advantage of it. All 6th and 7th years who fought in the final battle or who were forced to leave school may return to Hogwarts for two months intense studying, at the end of which you may sit for your N.E.W.T.S. Any student who passes their N.E.W.T.S. will graduate with full honors. Those who do not pass must either finish all terms they did not complete the first time, or, if they so wish, may leave school altogether.â Professor McGonagall finished her speech and took a sip of her tea. âExcellent tea, Molly. Absolutely fantastic.â âSo what do you say?â shakalbolt asked after a minute. âTwo months or a whole year?â The four of them looked at each other.
Hermione seemed to be absolutely beaming with anticipation. Ron looked less than enthusiastic but Harry knew he would go wherever Hermione went. Harry met eyes with Ginny and after a few seconds she nodded. Harry looked from McGonagall to the minister and back again. âWhen do we leave?â Chapter 2 The minister and headmistress had left, saying that Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny would be receiving owls with the full details of the condensed school term. Hermione wanted to go strait up to the room she was supposed to be sharing with Ginny to sort and pack but the others pointed out that they probably had at least a month. Harry and Ginny wanted to spend some time out side so Ron had to drag Hermione out side as well. He said it was so that they could enjoy a warm day with the girls they loved but Harry suspected it was just so he could keep an eye on Harry and what he kept insisting was his baby sister, though every time he called Ginny that, she drew her wand in a very threatening manner. Harry and Ginny set off for the pond but when Ron made to follow them Hermione pulled him down on to the grass by the stream.
âHe just wants some privet time with his girlfriend and I should hope that you would want the same thing.â Harry looked over his shoulder just in time to see Ron smile and push Hermione down below the tips of the lush green grass. âGood to see Ron has the same ideaâ Harry muttered under his breath. âWhat was that, Harry sweaty? Ginny asked, rapping her arm around his waist. âWhat? Oh, nothing. Just glad to see Ron and Hermione will be enjoying themselves to much to bother us.â Ginny looked behind them, giggled and kissed Harry on the cheek. They walked for what seemed like hours but were in fact only a few minutes. They wound their way to the small lily pond and began to do what they did when ever they got a moment to them selves. Ginny laid down on the edge of the long and pulled Harry down next to her. Harry bent down to kiss her but she stopped him looking doubtful. âAnd exactly what did you have planed here MR. Potter?â she asked with a side long look and an emphases on Mr. Harry was shocked. It hadnât occurred to him that Ginny would want to make out. She always seemed to love a good snog. âwhâ? nothing⊠IâŠI didnât have anything planed.â âGood! Than you are completely under my control.â
She pulled his face down to met her lips and proceeded to give him the deepest most passionate kiss he could remember receiving in quite some time. It took him a minute to realize that her chaste attitude had all been a tease, and it made him want her all that much more. Harry loved letting Ginny take control. He didnât have to think or plan. All he had to do was enjoy her and how she made him feel. He could enjoy what they were doing instead of thinking about what to do next. He wanted her to be in charge for now but later would be his turn; he would make sure of that. They lay by the pond for more then an hour. After a little while of laying side by side kissing, him moving his hands up and down her back and letting his fingers get tangled in her long red hair, she pulled away. She pushed him down onto his back and startled him. They knew they could get to carried away (not as carried away as they would like to get) because Ron, or worse Ronâs mum, could come to find them at any time. Ginny startled him and let her hands tickle his belly hair. His hands found the bottom of her t-shirt and started to lift it decided to settle for playing with her belly button. She bowed down to meet his lips and then pulled him to a sitting position.
For the next 30 minutes they went back and forth from snogging to wrestling to tickling and back. He remembered why he loves her so much. He had just pinned her, ending their third wrestling match. âHarry, Ginny?â it was Ron. âMum says she needs help with choresâ Hermione called after him. Harry rolled off Ginny, breathing heavy but started to laugh. âHarry! Why are you laughing? I though we were having fun.â Ginny said looking incredulous. âWe were. I was just wondering if they have good or bad timingâ âWhâŠ?â she followed his eyes to his crotch which had developed a descent sized tent. She started laughing too. She though back to when he had her pinned and sure enough, there was more pressure than she would have expected from an innocent pin. She also remembered that she liked it and was now sorry that it had stopped. âHey you two, whatâs so bloody funny?â Ron had stopped ten or so feet away with Hermione a few feet behind him. Ginny noticed at one that her button down shirt was no longer tucked in and was even missing a button half way down. âNothing.â Ginny passed Ron with out looking at him, stopping only to mutter ârepairoâ while tapping her wand on Hermioneâs missing button. Ron stared at Harry as he passed. Hermione stopped him and whispered something about straitening âthingsâ before returning to the house. He could feel Ronâs and Hermioneâs eyes follow him as and jogged to catch up to Ginny.
As much as he loved to watch her walk away, he loved walking beside her even more. Mrs. Weasley started on them as soon as the four of them entered the kitchen. âRight then. Ron, you and Harry make sure the chicken coop is clear of the pesky gnomes then you can bring in the laundry. Ginny dear, would you and Hermione sweep the stairs and clear all the rubbish from the sitting room and the landings and stairs? Right then, off you go. â Harry wasnât sure if this was because Mrs. Weasley knew what the four of them were doing while they were out side or if this was normal every day cleaning. He suspected a bit of both. No didnât much care either. He dint expect anything could get him down after the hour he had just spent. Ron seemed to forget all about Harry snogging his sister in favor of complaining about chores. âWe degnome this damn garden every damn day, it seems. If she is going to make us do chores over summer holiday, canât she at least come up with something a little more original?â Harry never minded doing chores for Mrs. Weasley. She always asked and they were a lot more enjoyable then the chores he was made to do whilst he had lived at the Dursleys. âSo Iâve been thinking Ron. If we are going to go back to school we should do something fun before.â âI donât know, you seemed to be having plenty of fun this morning by the pond.â
âYeh I know you want to kick my arse because I snog your sister. But dammit Ron, you seem to really love snogging Hermione and sheâs like a sister to me. Hell, you two even sleep together most nights and you donât hear me complaining.â Ron couldnât seem to hold his gaze after this and went back to digging for gnomes. âSo whatâs this great idea of yours?â âI say letâs go camping.â Ron let go of the blue little thing now struggling to escape, âYou must be mental mate. We just spent the last six months living out of a tent, or donât you remember?â âI remember Ron, but that wasnât camping. That was running for our lives and the only time we were safe was when we were going to forest to forest every day. It wasnât fun, it wasnât relaxing and we had to look over our shoulder every step of the way. Iâm talking about real camping. Just the two of us. Take a tent and a couple of fishing poles, maybe some fire whiskey.â âWhy would I want to carry fish on a pole? Wouldnât it be easier to take them out of the river?â Itâs not âfish on a poleâ Ron. Itâs a fishing pole. Itâs a thing muggles use to catch fish. Itâs supposed to be fun and really relaxing. Come on Ron. Camping will be fun. We can eat, relax, and get as drunk as we want with out having to worry about girlfriends or mothers. That seemed to quench it. âWell how do we ask the girls?â âDonât ask them Ron. Just tell Hermione that you and I are going away for the weekend and you will see her when we get back.â
âBut HarryâŠâ âThink about it Ron. If you tell her you are going away and that you will miss her, than she will miss you the whole weekend. Just think about what she will do for you (or to you, he added under his breath) when you get back.â Ronâs eyes seem to glaze over for a minutes trying to visualize Hermione running out of the house and in to his arms when he and Harry reappeared on Sunday night. âI still think youâre mental, mate⊠but youâve got a deal.â Harry was sure it was for, if nothing else, to see how much he could get out of Hermione. The idea of getting drunk probably helped too. They finished their chores talking about where they would like to go that weekend. Ron even folded the laundry. It seemed he expected to have to convince his mother to allow them to go. Mrs. Weasley certainly was the over protective type. Harry hoped that after that had spent a year on the run, she would not be to apposed to them spending one weekend in the woods with no death eaters to contend with. Harry had an Idea about that too. âWell,â he began as they reentered the house for lunch, âIâll run into London to morrow to pick up a few things. Hermione should still have the tent we used last year.â âAnd just what are you two planning?â Mrs., weasley was sipping tea at the table reading Transfiguration Today. They had decided that Harry would bring up the subject of the trip. Mrs. Weasley, it seemed, always had a far more difficult job saying no to Harry. âWe were thinking about going away for the weekend. Just the two of us. A tent, catching fish, you know, guy stuff.â
âReally?â she was now looking over her paper and, it seemed, through them. âand what do the girls think about this?â âWhat do we think about what?â Hermione and Ginny had just entered the sitting room with a broom and dust bins. âLetâs go for a walk,â Harry said leading Ginny back up stairs while Ron took Hermione out into the garden. Harry didnât bother asking Ron what he had said to Hermione but she didnât seem to have a problem. Over dinner, Harry and Ron told Mr. Weasley their plan. He seemed fascinated with the idea of a fishing pole.
So fascinated that Harry had to promise to teach him how to use one as soon as he and Ron got back. The girls declared that they were going to spend the weekend in Paris , in France âs version of Diagon Alley. Hermione said something about a spa and what she called âgirl shoppingâ. There was just one problem, Harry thought while playing wizard chess later that night. He had never been âreal campingâ before; or for that matter, fishing. Chapter 3 Harry left after lunch the next day. He had a stop to make before he went shopping. A few minutes later, he apperated to the alley behind the ministryâs camouflaged visitorâs entrance. He carefully looked around to make sure he had not been seen.
âHarry Potter, visitorâ he said to the disembodied female voice inside the ministryâs telephone box shaped elevator. It descended several hundred feet under London âs streets and then opened on to one of the most spectacular rooms Harry had ever seen. Harry had been her several times so he set off strait to his designation. As he approached the reception and check in desk, he withdrew his wand for it to be checked. The small witch took his name, checked his wand but then she said something he had not expected. âBefore you can go in, Mr. Potter, the minister would like to see youâ. âErr,.. Sure, ok.â the witch directed Harry to a lift in the corner. Harry had, however, been to the ministers office before. As he entered he saw Kingsley Shackalbolt sitting behind the grand desk at the center of the office. âGood afternoon Mr. Potter. Please sit down.â the minister indicated a chair just in front off Harry. He had a similar feeling to the one he had every time he was called into see Professor McGonagall. âGood afternoon minister.â âIâm curious Harry, haw has your scar been feeling?â the minister was now sitting back in his chair with his fingers steeped in a manner reminiscent of Dumbledore. âFine ministerâ âIt hasnât but hurting you at all?â âNo sir, not since the battleâ âHave you been attacked by men in black cloaks in the last few weeks?â neither the ministers facial expression nor tone of voice had change since Harry entered the office. âNo sir, butâŠâ âThen I must ask you, Harry, why you continue to visit the ministry, or more specifically, Riddles tomb? Every Thursday at 2 pm, if Iâm not mistakenâ âRiddle is dead, Voldemort is destroyed, his body burned, his ashes imprisoned. His horcruxes no longer hold his soul. We even have the headless body of his snake.
He is dead Harry, he will not be coming back.â the minister had now adopted the kindness of Dumbledore with the firmness of McGonagall âYes sire I know that but IâŠâ âThen I see no reason for you to visit him.â âSir, I just feel like I have to check. To make sure.â âHarry. I know you have spent the last 8 years running from him and fighting him and trying not to die yourself. But he is not coming back. We all deserve to get one with our lives, you more than anyone, Please do not return to the department of mysteries, Harry. The receptionist has been ordered not to admit you.â âYes minister, I understand.â Harry stood and turn to leave but the minister called after him, âenjoy your trip this weekend Harry. I hear the sores of wails are fantastic this time of year.â the minister wasnât even looking at Harry. But instead appeared to be reading some forms on his desk. âThank you minister, Iâll do that.â Harry left the ministry without looking back. He knew the Kingsley was just trying to help Harry get on with his life. After he excited the ministryâs telephone box lift, he apperated directly to the Leaky Caldron. He needed to exchange some wizard gold for muggle money before he could go shopping in muggle London . He exchanged a bit of gold and headed for the nearest muggle sporting good store. He bought three fishing poles, some bait, line, and everything else the man behind the counter said he would need. He even bought a book on fishing. He laughed at how much of an influence Hermione had been on him. That was the first book he had ever bought that had not been assigned to him by a teacher. While trying to find a place to apperate back to the burrow, he saw a store called âhim and herâ and made a mental note to visit again when he had more time, before he and Ginny returned to Hogwarts.
He would also make a point to check if the was a wizarding equivalent. Just the though of using magic to please Ginny made him walk a little taller. Chapter 3 All four of them slept in the garden that night. The made a fire, cooked marshmallows, which Hermione had bought as a present for them to use on their trip. They even managed to get gorge out of his room for a couple of hours. While Ron and Harry watched the fire dance the girls laid down against their respective boyfriends. Harry felt Ginny snuggle in close under the blanket. She started to tickle the inside of his thigh. He liked it but couldnât allow her to continue. He bent his head so as to appear to kiss her. âStop that,â he said with a cough like giggle, âdo you want Ron to see?â âI donât care if he sees, he needs to get used to the fact that you are my boyfriend and we are going to snog in front of him. We might even do a few other things.â she whispered back, giving him a little pinch. She was only inches away from his most sensitive of spots. He loved having her hand there but didnât want to screw up his trip with Ron. âif you wait till I get back, you can pinch me where ever you like.â he said kissing her on the neck. For once Ron was to busy to yell at them. His hands had disappeared beneath his and Hermioneâs blanket as well. They kissed a little longer, both fighting the urge to let their hands roam wherever they felt like. This was especially difficult considering he had one hand on the top snap of her jeans and the other mere millimeters from her under-wire. He thought to himself that he had better stop now or neither of them would get any sleep that night. âGinny love,â he said in-between her kissing him every few words, âwe both have ⊠an early day ⊠tomorrow. We ⊠should try ⊠to get ⊠some sleep.â she kissed him a little more and then lay down against him to watch the fire and the stars. ******************* Hermione had arranged for a 18 am portkey to Paris .
She wasnât comfortable apperating that far, especially with another person in tow. They woke up at around 9 just in time to shower, and get a bite to eat before they had to catch their portkey. Hermione was kissing Ron goodbye in the garden while Harry and Ginny were talking in her room. âNow I expect you two to be careful.â Ginny was only sixteen but already did a great impression of Mrs. Weasley. âI donât want to come home on Sunday and find out that you went off and did something heroic and got yourself killed again. âGinnyâŠahhhâŠâ he had started to laugh but she pinched his ass. âPromise me Potter. I want my boyfriend in one peace when I get home.â He reached around and picked her up by her hips and sat her on his pelvis, holding in place with his hands squarely on her ass cheeks. She wrapped her legs around his. And if Iâm not?â he said kissing her âwill you kiss me all better?â She kissed him back with as much passion and sex that be put into a single kiss. âIf you are not careful, you will not get anything for me until graduation. Understand Potter.â he kissed her and let her hop down. She had opened the door but be stopped her.
âGinny,â he called from across the room; âyou know I love you right?â she took her hand off the knob and walked back to him. She looked deep into his eyes and knew that he had meant it. âI love you too Harry, so please come home in one piece.â she gave him one more quick kiss and left the room. She walked down stairs, hugged her mom good bye, told gorge to try to have some fun, and went to meet Hermione at the portkey in the garden. Hermione had chosen to use an old house key so that they could carry it with them and use it to get back to the burrow on Sunday night. At 9:59 Ginny and Hermione took hold of the key and at 18 am on the dot she felt an all to familiar jerk behind her navel. After several minutes of spinning, they landed in a secluded park. Ginny stood and looked around as Hermione stuffed the shiny house key into her pocket and straitened her sweater. âRight, this way.â Ginny followed Hermione out of the cluster of trees, across a street and into a tea shop. Ginny was confused.
This didnât look like a wizarding pub. âGood morning ladies, what can I get for you?â the woman behind the counter asked with a smile. âGood morning maâam. I think weâd like a cup of tea with cinnamon sticks.â Ginny had never had tea with cinnamon sticks. âOf course. One stick or two?â âTwo please.â âRight then, this way please.â Ginny didnât understand. Why were they talking about tea and cinnamon sticks? Was it some sort of code or was Hermione thirsty and she just had strange tastes. The woman led them around the bar and out the back. She touched the wall with her walking stick. The wall gave a little shake and then sank into the ground revealing a long multilayered street with more shops the Diagon ally and Hogsmead combined. âThank you maâamâ Hermione said with out taking her eyes of Ginny. âHave a good day girls.â Their first stop was the bank to exchange their British gold for French gold, then breakfast.
âSo,â Ginny began after tucking in to a Cresson, âtell me about you and Ron. Like what?â Hermione ask looking up from her own pastry. âI notice you were missing a button the other morning,â Ginny said while fiddling with her own shirt front. âOh, yes,â Hermione broke her gaze looking a bit flushed. âYes wellâŠletâs just say heâs spent the last month exploring the mountains.â Hermione gave an extremely girlish giggle. âHave you let him into the valley yet?â âNot yet. The first time he goes there I want it to be for real, not just to play around for a few minutes. What about you and Harry? You two seem to be enjoying your selves.â âOh we are. I really love him but I just wish heâd stop being so bloody noble. Every time we start⊠exploring, he stops. I wish I knew how to show him I want him to go exploring. Hermione took another bite of pastry then stood. âCome with me. âBut Iâm not finished.â âWe can eat later; I want to show you something.â Hermione led Ginny down the alley, and up a flight of stairs. They entered a small shop filled with cloths her mother would never let her wear around the house. âHermione, I donât think lingerie is going to do it. My mom would never let me wear this stuff.â âThese are magic, remember.â A woman entered from the back room. She was an absolutely gorgeous witch. Sort of a cross between Hermione and fleur, Ginny thought. âGood morning ladies, how can I help you? âEr, weâre just looking, thanks.â Ginny replied uncomfortably.
The witch turn to return to the back of the store but Hermione stopped her âactually, you can help us.â âAre you buying something for your selves, for each other, or for a gentleman?â âWellâŠI want my boyfriend to stop being so bloody noble. I want to show him that he is allowed to do more than just kiss me.â âI think Iâve got just the thing.â she reached onto the wall and pulled down what looked like a very beautiful but very normal dress. âThisâ she said holing it up to Ginny, âIs the dress of invisible beauty. After you put it on, you only need for the man in question to touch it and then tap his hand with your wand and speak the words âbeautĂ© invisible rĂ©vĂ©lĂ©â. after that every time he touches you while you are wearing this dress, the dress will become invisible. But it will only be invisible while he is touching you. Ginny took the dress from the shop keeper and held it up to her own body. It was revealing enough to be sexy but modest enough for her mother not to complain. âIâll take it.â âI hope it does the trick. Will that be all or would like something to go with it?â âNo thank you, I think I have everything else I need at home. âCan I get anything for you dear?â the woman asked turning to Hermione. âYes, I think I like this âinsta-change: a robe for every occasionâ. Exactly what does it do?â âNow it looks like a plane black dress but if you put on and tap it with your wand, it will change to any piece of clothing you want: a dress, a skirt, a top, a pair of slacks, or a set of under garments. With this you can go from work to a party in five seconds. Or, even better, from a wonderful black dress to the naughtiest bra and panties you could imagine.â
âAnd it is only black? âThis one is, yes. We can make them in any color you like but once it is purchased, the color is permanent âFantastic. I think I could have a lot of fun with this. And so could Ron.â Hermione and Ginny spent the next day and a half shopping, eating French snacks, and talking about boys. They talked about what they wanted their boyfriends to do to them when they were alone and what Ginny planed to do the next time she had Harry alone. Ginny knew that the next time they were alone, her lips and neck werenât the only thing potter would be kissing. Chapter 4 It was after 11pm on Sunday night and Harry and Ginny were laying on the floor in front on the Weasley sitting room fire place and Ron and Hermione were in his room. They figured that if Mrs. Weasley didnât complain before she would complain if they went upstairs to sleep. Ginny was wearing her special no dress but hadnât activated it yet. He was tracing the neck line of her dress while he spoke. âI just told him that we love each other and thatâs not going to change. He bent down and kissed her deep and with all the passion he had, âI also told him that we were going to snog and when the time cameâŠshagâŠand there was nothing he could do to stop us. Ginny pushed herself up and away from Harry in less than a second. She just stared at him, trying to decide if he really meant it. Harry, on the other hand, was worried that he had said something wrong.
Maybe she didnât love him as much as he loved her or maybe she didnât want to have sex with him. After what seem like an eternity, Ginny launched her self at Harry, tackling him and smothering with kisses. âOh Harry,â she said, once again trying to talk between kisses, âI am ⊠so ⊠glad ⊠to hear that. I didnât think ⊠you would ever ⊠want to. I love youâŠso⊠much.â she laid down on top of him pressing their mouths together. Their tongues found each other and started to dance. His hands found her ass and squeezed it, pressing her pelvis down on to his tented jeans. He made no attempt to hide his excitement this time. Ginny was so glad that he had finally gotten the point but she still wanted to give him his surprise. âHarryâŠwait,â this time it was him who could stop kissing her. âI have a surprise for you.â she knelt in front of him so he could see everything she had to offer, and she was will to give it all to him. âDo you like my new dress? I bought it in Paris this weekend.â he nodded, not know what she was planning. âWell this is a very special dress.âshe leaned forward and gave him one more soft kiss. âNow close you eyes so I can give you your surprise.â he did. âNow give me your hand.â she took his right hand and pressed it to her chest, right between her perfect breasts. He wanted to move his hand to explore them but he didnât want to risk ruining his surprise. âNow donât move. beautĂ© invisible rĂ©vĂ©lĂ©. Ok, open your eyes.â He opened his eyes and was shocked to find Ginny kneeling in the exact same spot, except that now she was only wearing a pink silk bra and a pair of shear pink knickers. He was so taken by the fact that the girl he loved was sitting in front of him half naked that he didnât even notice that he could still feel the materiel of the dress instead of her silky soft skin. She stayed like that for a couple of minutes watching his eyes go from face, to leg, to right tit, to left tit, to belly, to legs, to crotch (which was already more than a little wet) back to her chest and then her face.
âHow did you do that?â She just smiled and stood letting his hand drift down the front of her dress, past her knickers covered crotch and then off altogether. The second his hand left her body the dress flickered back in to existence. âMagic.â she said with a grin. She knelt again and took his hand and once again the dress vanished. âWhen ever you touch me while I am wearing this, it will become invisible. Itâs still there, you just canât see it.â she stood there appearing to only be wearing her bra and panties, watching his eyes float over her body. âWell, do you like it? He poled her down to him and then rolled over pinning her beneath him. His hard penis pushed again her. She took her hands off the back of his head and hiked up her skirt, exposing herself to him. He could feel her heat and moisture even through his jeans and shorts. He wanted nothing more than to feel her moisture on his bare skin but decided to take his time. They had plenty of time to get there. Besides, she had two other bits of anatomy he wanted to acquaint himself with first. He pushed his pelvis against her again while at the same time kissing her neck, then her collar bone. He lightly removed her right spaghetti strap, kissing all the while, and then removed the left he paused to kiss her a little more. His nobility must have gotten the better of him because he started to replace the strap of Ginnyâs dress. Ginny lowered her mouth to his ear, kissed it once and whispered in a less then pleasant but still very loving tone âAre you under the mistaken impression that I do not want this?â
He once again removed the straps along with pushing the entire top half of her dress down to her waist. She began unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his chest. He laid on his back allowing her to take control for the moment. She continued to kiss her way down his body and he tangled his fingers in her long red hair. Ginny reached his belt and started fumble with it. Harry pulled her face back up to his and while she held his face he undid his belt and his zipper. He had heard about oral sex but wasnât sure if he would ever experience it and here Ginny was eager to give it to him. She kissed him one more time, allowing her tongue to once again dance with his. She moved down his body stopping only to lower his shorts and marvel at his fully erect, extremely hard penis. She kissed the head, then grasped the base with he hand and kissed it with and open mouth, allowing he tongue to flick over it. She had heard about oral sex but was never sure if she would ever give one. Now that she was, she found that she quite enjoyed it. She kissed and licked; licked and kissed. She had heard other girls talk about sucking on other boyâs dicks so she tried that too. She began to suck with earnest. Moving her head up and down with increasing speed. Harry looked down at the love of his life and saw his dick going in and out of her luscious mouth. Her lips forming a perfect âOâ. Then he felt it. It was coming fast. If she didnât stop, she was going to get a big surprise.
âGinâhinâiny, you have to stop!â she wasnât about to stop. Not till she gave him something he would never forget. âsweetie. GinâŠIâmâŠâ he didnât get a chance to finish his warning. He had to let it go. His hot, white cum shot into Ginnyâs waiting mouth. Not knowing what else to do, she swallowed all of it, even sucking what was still left inside. he let out a moan and she let slip a small scream of surprise. She had heard about cum and ejaculation but in her heated bliss had forgotten all about it. He collapsed onto his back with Ginny on top of him. They laid there until their eyes started to droop. âGinny, we have to go.â âSkip class.â âSweetheart, no. We have to go to bed. We can not let your mum find us here half naked.â that shook her awake. They stood and straitened their clothes. They went up stairs but her door was locked. Ron and Hermione must have had the same idea. She looked up at Harry and led him on to his door. She opened it and saw that the room was empty. He removed his shirt and she let her dress drop to the floor. They lay together on Harryâs camp bed and with her head resting on his bare chest and his hand on her soft thigh, allowed sleep to take them. It was truly the best sleep he had ever had. There were no visions of Voldemort, no voices blaming him for their death. He dreamt only of Ginny and their future.
Chapter 5
Hermione awoke the next morning in her bed in the room she was supposed to be sharing with Ginny. But this morning she was sharing her bed with Ron instead. Hermione knew that Ginny was in one of two places; either she was downstairs on the Weasleyâs sofa or she was next door in the room that Ron was supposed to be sharing with Harry. She hoped that Ginny had decided to join Harry. Hermione poked Ron in the back but he didnât stir. They had been up until after one oâclock in the morning exploring each other. Hermione was wearing nothing but a pair of grey knickers. Not quite a thong but close, and Ron only his boxers. She had refused to allow them to widen their explorations there.
As much as she wanted to, she wanted to hold that off until the perfect time. At least, thatâs what she told herself. In the back of her mind, she wondered if she was holding out on him for fear that he would leave her again. She knew that she loved him more than any one in her life but she couldnât help but be cautious. She would never tell him that and only hoped that he did not suspect the reasons for her withholding that which they both clearly want. She poked Ron in the butt again and added a blow in the ear. That did it. Ron rolled over and looked at her with an expression less than lovingly. âYou couldnât have just given me a kiss?â
âWe should go down to breakfast. Get up.â he buried his face in his pillow and moaned. âIâm going to the lu. You have five minutes.â she picked up her robe and walked out. She passed the room that Ginny was sharing with Harry and was glad to hear Ginnyâs girlish giggling. She used the toilet, washed her face and hands and returned to her room. Ron was sitting on the edge of her bed still in his boxers. At least he has done that much. She entered and dropped her robe, took two steps and pushed Ron down onto the bed, straddled his hips and gave him the deepest kiss she could muster. Ron laid in shock for a couple of seconds, caught on and pulled her face closer to his. After she was satisfied that he was awake, she withdrew her tongue and lips from his, looked into his eyes and said in her most Hermione-ish voice âNow get up; Iâm hungry. They both got dressed and headed downstairs. Hermione saw from the last landing that Harry and Ginny were already sitting at the table eating eggs. they were sitting next to each other but seemed unwilling to make eye contact. And Mrs. Weasley did not even turn around when Hermione and Ron entered the room. After five minutes silence, Mrs. Weasley set eggs and tea down in front of Hermione and Ron then returned to the stove. Everyone ate in complete silence. After they were done, no one seemed willing to move. Mrs. Weasley sat down at the head of the table. Right you four, we need to talk. Arthur and I know that you,â she said looking from Harry and Ginny to Ron and Hermione, âare in love and we respect that. You also know that we love you all and trust you. We expect the same. So, Arthur and I are prepared to offer you something, but we ask for a couple things in return.â Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron looked from one to the other, each of them exchanging looks of apprehension and confusion.
Hermione decided to speak, since none of the others seemed capable. âMrs. Weasley, we didnât meanâŠâ All I need to know is if you understand what I have said so far.â Mrs. Weasley wasnât yelling but she did not sound happy. Harry, Ron and Ginny wished that she would yell. She took another sip of her tea. âYes maâam, we understand.â was a four fold, simultaneous reply. She continued, âRon and Hermione have been sleeping together in one manner or another for weeks but until now the did so either down here or in the garden but last night you spent the night in Hermioneâs room. Harry and Ginny were down here until the wee hours doing God knows what, and they then slept in Ronâs room. We know you are in love and wish to be together and we are willing to let you change rooms. All we ask is that you do not sneak around, do not treat us like we canât see what is going on, and above all, please be smart about this whole business. If you,â she was now looking at Ron and Hermione, âwant to share a bedroom, we will not stop you. Same thing goes for Harry and Ginny. You are old enough to make your own decisions and appreciate the consequences. Do we have an agreement?â she looked at each of them and then decided to focus on her tea. The four of them looked back and forth for a minute before Hermione spoke, âyes maâam. No sneaking, be smart, and treat you and Mr. Weasley with love and respect. We are sorry if we upset you and we will do what you say. And you are right, we do love you too.â Hermione stood and gave Mrs. Weasley a hug. So did Ginny and Harry. Ron was still trying to make since of what just happened but after a few seconds he gave her a hug too. He even offered to freshen her tea. âWell, I suggest that you all go get yourselves settled in what ever arrangement you wish for now.â they all went upstairs to switch things around.
Ron and Hermione put her things in his room and Harry and Ginny put his things in her room. Ron tried to kiss Hermione but she stopped him. She knew that everything worked out but she still felt a little ashamed at how she had made Mr. and Mrs. Weasley feel. After the got their things sorted, they went back to the kitchen âmum,â asked Ron, âdo you have chores for us today?â she gave them a list, all evidence of the previous conversation seemingly gone. They spent the rest of the week working and teaching Mr. Weasley and gorge how to fish. On Friday came the thing everyone hade been waiting for all week. They came down to breakfast Friday morning to find a letter at each of their places. It had the familiar Hogwarts seal. They all ripped open their letters before even saying good morning to Mrs. Weasley. Dear Miss Granger, The condensed study term at Hogwarts will begin on 30 July. The Hogwarts express will depart from kings cross station, platform 9 Ÿ at 11am. All supplies and books are already at Hogwarts. You will require your uniforms, wand, cauldron, quills and ink, and parchment. Also any books you believe will assist in your studies. If you have potion supplies, you may bring them also. Sincerely yours, Professor F. Flitwick, Deputy Headmaster. âMy God! Thatâs only a week from now. I need toâŠâ âYou need to eat.â Mrs. Weasley had just deposited a plate of toast, eggs and bacon down in front of Hermione. Hermione was still standing looking back and forth from the plate to Mrs. Weasley to Ron and back to Mrs. Weasley.
Mrs. Weasley stood rooted to the floor, refusing to give Hermione rood to leave and did not move to serve the others until Hermione had taken her seat again and taken her first bite. Breakfast took twice as long as normal. They spent the majority of the morning discussing what they thought this 2 month long term would belike. âJust think, in two months we will be fully qualified witches and wizards. We can go where we want, do what we want.â After breakfast, Hermione went up stares to sort and pack. Ginny decided to join her while Harry and Ron went out in the garden. They were talking about how 2 months of nonstop studying would leave no time for romance. âI know I will miss her. I know weâll have classes and meals together but it wonât be the same. And no fun at night either. It will be nothing but studying. âI know mat, but isnât it worth it? âHell yes.â You know what,â Harry said after a minute, âIâve got an Idea, come on. Re led Ron down to the pond. âWhat would you say to a swim tonight?â âYou know youâre my best mate, but I would rather spend tonight with Hermione.â âAnd I plan on spending it with Ginny. My idea is that the four of us go for a swim in the pond.â âDonât you think itâs a little small for all four of us?â âAre you a wizard or not?â by the time they were finished, the small lily pond had been transformed into a column of water 2 feet high and 18 feel across. The column of water was contained in an invisible wall. The water could not escape but Harry and the others could still enter. This way, they could all go swimming and come up for air in any direction they liked. âThis is brilliant mate, absolutely brilliant. Letâs go get the girls.â Ron started to run back to the house but Harry stopped him. âno. letâs wait till tonight. We can go swimming at sunset.â Ron agreed.
They wanted to keep it a surprise so they collapsed the column but also created an incantation to rebuild it any time they wanted. ***************** This was the first time all week that Ginny and Hermione had spent any time alone. âHow do you like sharing a room with Ron now?â Ginny asked as she sorted her clothes from school uniforms. âItâs great. He is such a gentleman man. He always kisses me good night, whether or not we did anything before going to sleep. Isnât it so nice not having to sneak around, worrying about your mum?â âItâs great. But I canât believe she didnât have a problem with me and Harry being together.â âShe loves Harry, why would she have a problem with it?â âThatâs not the kind of âtogetherâ I meant.â âOhhhh. I see.â âAre you still holding out on Ron?â âYeh, but I donât think I can much longer. I love him so much and I want to give it to him. I justâŠâ âWhat is it?â Ginny stopped packing and looked at Hermione. âI just think I was holding out âbecause I was scared he might run out on me again.â âBut you know he loves you, right? I donât think he will ever leave you.â âYeh, youâre probably right Ginny.
âWhat about you and Harry?â Hermione asked, returning to her stacks of books. âWe havenât done much lately. I promised mum we would sleep in the same bed, at least for a while. Oh, but I didnât tell you about Sunday night.â âWhat happened Sunday night?â Ginny looked down at a pile of clothes and started folding. She looked up to see Hermione staring at her. âTell me. What happened? âI⊠I gave him aâŠa blow job.â the last three words so soft the Hermione didnât hear her. âYou gave him a what?â âA blow job. You know, I put his little man in my mouth and sucked it until he came.â âReally? DidâŠdid you like it?â Hermione had forgotten all about her clothes and books. âI loved it. And I know he loved it. I loved the feel of it and I loved making him feel good.â âWhat about his stuff?â âHis what?â âThe white stuff. His cum or jizz or what ever? Did you swallow it? âYeh. He told me he was going to cum but I didnât want to stop. That felt good two. It felt like hot cream going down my throat. You should try it.â You would let me give Harry a blow job?â âI mean you should try it on Ron.â Ginny loved Hermione like a sister (she was the closest thing she ever had to one) and she shared anything Hermione wanted except that. Harry was hers. Only hers. But she knew Hermione was only kidding so she decided to tease her a little. âButâŠif you really wanted to, I might convince Harry to let you.â âIf I wanted to what?â âIf you wanted to try it out on Harry before you gave Ron one. Iâve never seen Ronâs guy but I know Harryâs is great. Ron does share everything with Harry, after all.â Ginny had to force herself not to look at Hermione. She buried her face in her D.A.D.A books pretending to decide if she would need them for school. âBut⊠Harry loves you. He would never let me. And I⊠heâs like a brother to me. And RonâŠheâŠhe. How could you think IâŠ?â âHermione calm down. I was kidding.â
Hermione glared at Ginny for a second before throwing her pillow at her head. They talked, laughed, and told stories until Harry and Ron showed up 2 hours later. âHey. Harry and I were thinking,â Ron said as he gave Hermione a soft kiss and then sitting down behind her so that she was between his legs, âthat we would all have a picnic and go swimming in the pond tonight.â âDonât be daft, Ron,â said Ginny tossing aside her herbology book, âthe pondâs to small for all of us.â âDonât worry gin,â Harry said, wrapping his arms around her slender waist, âweâve taken care of that. Any way, weâve got some chores to do. But later, we will talk to mum and make dinner. You two pick out a something to wearâŠâ âOr not wear, for we careâŠâ Ron added. âAnd meet us in the garden at 7pm, alright.â The girls didnât know what to make of this but decided to trust their boyfriends. Chapter 6 At 7 oâclock, Harry was waiting by the tool shed and Ron by the back door. Ginny stopped in the door way and smiled at Ron. Ron, in turn, pointed to Harry. She ran to him, but instead of jumping into his arms, she stepped behind the shed. She beckoned him with her long pail finger and he joined her. She leaned forward to kiss him and when she pulled away, Harry could see everything. She was wearing her vanishing dress and when he touched her it looked like she was completely naked. He looked down her slender body, speechless. âUnder your dress, are you reallyâŠ?â The biggest and naughtiest grin she had ever given appeared on her lips. âStarkers.â Harry kissed her again, and then ran his hand down her body. She leaned her back against the shed, focusing on his soft touch.
He passed her firm tits stopping to look at her nipples. This was the first time she had chosen to let him see them. He passed her belly, and then he passed her pail pink flower but he didnât stop. He continued down to the hem of her skirt. He pulled her skirt up in order to truly expose her treasure. He traced her small triangle or red pubic hair. âDid you do this yourself or did Hermione help you?â âHermione helped me.â Harry pictured the two gorgeous girls, Hermione with her face inches from Ginnyâs woman hood and her hands exploring the place he desperately wanted to visit. He ran his first to fingers down her slit, and then, with his eyes fixed on her face, slipped them inside. She let out a âgaspâ. That was not what she had expected. Of all the times she had played with her rose at night, pinched the button just above it, she had never felt that. He bent his finger as if beckoning a person to come closer. And cum is exactly what she was about to do. Harry, Ginny, whereâd you go?â Hermioneâs voice was only a few feet away. He pulled his fingers out of her pink hole. He was going to wipe her juice on his shirt but decided to taste it instead. She tasted like a sweat cross between firewalker and butterbeer. He kissed her, allowing her to taste herself. âWeâll finish this later.â âAbsolutely,â she said a little short of breath. ******************************** Hermione was in her and Ronâs room.
She was looking at herself in the full length mirror; she had decided to wear her insta-change dress and wanted to try it out first. She changed it from a full length form fitting dress to a skirt and button down shirt (all black) then to a mini dress, the sort of thing she might wear to a night club, then to a black silk teddy which accentuated her perky breast and what she considered to be her best feature, her ass and hips. She looked at her newly trimmed ginger pubic hair and thought what a great job Ginny had done. She had never imagined that having another woman that close to her virginness would leave such good memories. She wasnât interested in Ginny but nor did she mind having Ginny near in a place she had as yet denied to even Ron. She heard Ginny go down the stares and knew she had to hurry. She looked at her body again, hoping that Ron liked her new dress as much as she did. She changed it again, from the teddy to a bathing suite, and then back to the night club mini and left the room.
She exited through the kitchen door to find Ron waiting for she kissed him and before asking where Harry and Ginny had run off to. He pointed to the tool shed but couldnât look at it. She understood and thought that calling to them would probably be safer for everyone. She called out to them and after a couple of minutes the stepped out from behind the shed, Ginny looking very flustered, like she had been interrupted of something very pleasurable. They walked down to the pond together. Hermione notice that Harry was very careful not to touch Ginny. Hermione caught Ginnyâs eye and Ginny smiled as if she had just been caught with her knickers down. (In fact, Hermione suspected that was exactly what happened) âSo whatâs this big surprise?â Hermione asked when they arrived at the pond. It didnât look any different. âJust watch.â Harry replied. He and Ron took out the wand and stepped to opposite sides of the pond. Harry raised his wand and the air around the pond started to move, like heat off a fire.
The movement went for perhaps 20 feet into the air. Hermione slowly uncrossed her arms When Harry lowered his wand, Ron raised his. He looked to the top of the flickering column of air. He touched the wall of air with his wand and said in as strong a voice as he was able âaugamente engorgio.â Hermione did a very undignified thing but for a very good reason. She let her jaw drop because the pond had started to rise. In no time at all water had filled the tube Harry had created a moment before. Ron lowered his wand, nodded at a job well done and turned away then stopped. He turned back to the water and stuck his wand trough the wall and mutters something that sounded like âairo unlimitousâ and returned to Hermioneâs side and wrapped his arm around her waist. Actually he put his arm around her hips so that he was palming the very edge of her right ass cheek. âSo âmione, care for a swim? Itâs magnificent. Howâd you do it?â He withdrew his hand from her ass and put it on his hips, âyou still sound surprised every time I do something clever.â he said disapprovingly. She looked at the pond again then leaned in and gave Ron a deep kiss, their tongues sword fighting for a moment. âNo Ron. I love it, and I love you.â
âThen what are you waiting for? Letâs go.â Ron took a step forward and then turned, noticing her dress. âI love your new since of fashion Hermione, but youâre not planning to swim in that are you?â âOh, you donât like it?â she asked incredulously. âWell maybe this will be better.â she taped her abdomen with her wand and her mini-dress changes in to a rather modest one piece bathing suite. âOr maybe this?â she taped her stomach again and her one piece was replaced with an incredibly skimpy bikini. It was solid black and covering little more than required by law. âWhat do you think Ronald? Is this better to swim in?â While Ron stood ogling Hermione, Ginny decided she was tired of being hot and jumped through the wall into the water. As she did, Hermione thought she caught a flash of pink flesh beneath her dress and, for the first time, realized which dress Ginny was wearing. Could Ginny be daft enough to go commando in front of her own brother. And why not, Hermione thought. She was wearing the skimpiest suite she could imagine and she was sure that her nipples would poke through her top as soon as she started swimming. Hermione hoped that Ron hadnât seen and jumped through the wall of water to join Ginny.
The two girls swam around the outside of the pool, then from the talk to the bottom. Ginny did a little spin and Harry caught a glimpse of pink. He decided that pink was his new favored color and planed to see as much of it as he could. âWell go on, mate, this was your idea.â Ron had appeared at his side. âYou goâ Harry said with a gentle shove. Ron shoved Harry and the next thing they knew they were in a full blown shoving match. When the girls saw this, they glided out of the raised pond stood a few feet from their fighting boyfriends. Alright, alright, enough of that.â Hermione said stepping forward to break them up. âActually,â Ginny said stepping forward. âLetâs make this a little more interesting.â she whispered something in Hermioneâs ear then said âwhoever wins getsâŠme!â Harry smiled but Ron backed off with a frown. âOr maybe the winner should get me!â Hermione offered putting her arm around Ginny. This time it was Harryâs turn to look uncomfortable. âOr how âbout, the winner gets a special treat later tonight?â Ron looked at Hermione trying to figure out Ginny meant. But Harry didnât care what the treat was, he wanted it. He met Ginnyâs eyes and she wrapped her small hand around and invisible dick and pumped it in and out of her mouth a few times. Harry grinned at the thought of getting another blow job.
He turned and tackled Ron, shoving him