by Harry Potter
“Harry, first they have to read how to do the ritual. Then they have to brew the potion,” Hermione began. “And judging by what those two did last night, they won’t be down for an hour. Once they’re done with that the ritual, they’ll probably be shagging like bunnies until the sun sets.”
“Hopefully, Ron’s aim has improved,” muttered Harry.
“Before we get started, let me clarify something,” Hermione slipped into her lecture mode. “You will not be doing that to me. To quote you: ‘That’s a one-way exit on me, mister’.” She finished her statement by slapping her own bottom.
“That’s fine by me,” agreed Harry.
While tenderly kissing his girlfriend, Harry began to slowly removed Hermione’s clothes as she removed his. Harry paused after lowering Hermione’s slacks. As he knelt in front of her, he stared directly into the eyes of “Hello Kitty.”
“I like these so much,” Hermione said lustfully as she traced her fingers gently over the cartoon cat. “I had to ask Dobby to return them.”
“You’re such a naughty girl,” commented Harry as he saw that her knickers were damp.
“How naughty?” purred Hermione.
The raven-haired wizard had an idea as to how to show her how naughty she was. He turned his girlfriend around and guided her so that she was bent over the arm of the large couch. Hermione arched her back so that her round bum was shoved up into the air in anticipation. Harry caressed her bottom through the pink cotton of her “Hello Kitty” knickers before giving her a playful swat.
“Oh come on, I’ve been naughtier than that,” Hermione taunted.
A slap echoed off of the walls of the Common Room as Harry’s open palm smacked Hermione’s bottom.
“Ooh, that’s more like it,” Hermione moaned before biting her lower lip and sticking her bum out more for Harry.
Again, Harry slapped his girlfriend’s rear and Hermione groaned in pleasure. He entertained himself by watching her bum jiggle as he alternated slaps between her left and right cheek. After nearly a dozen hard spanks, Harry decided that it was enough.
Slowly, Harry removed Hermione’s special knickers. He was amazed at how red her bare flesh was. The heat coming off of her bum was intense as he marveled in the sensation. He massaged her tender and assaulted bottom causing Hermione to groan.
“Lick me now, Harry,” she growled throatily. Harry leaned down and pressed his mouth to her neither lips. Her wetness poured down his chin and her pleasant musky odor filled his nose. Harry unleashed his tongue and his magic into Hermione’s flower.
“Smack my bottom, Harry,” Hermione pleaded. As he continued to eat her out, Harry’s hand flew and smacked her arse. The brunette witch cried out and ground her moist lips against Harry’s talented mouth. “Again,” she implored, “do it again.”
Her bum jiggled against his face when he spanked her. Hermione cried out “Sweet baby Maeve!” as she orgasmed and erupted into Harry’s mouth. He lapped up her juices happily as she spasmed over and over.
Harry stood over her proudly as she rolled over and sat up. Her body was flush and her eyes were dark with lust.
“Get out of those effing boxers right now!” she growled.
Harry couldn’t have possibly taken his undergarment off any faster. After he tossed his boxers aside, Hermione remove her bra and freed ‘Natasha’ and ‘Carmella’.
“Lay on the couch,” ordered Hermione. Harry quickly flopped down on the couch with ‘Harry, Jr.’ pointing straight up at the ceiling. Hermione crawled over him so that her flower was right over his eager lips.
What happened next was a game; one where each person would try to out-pleasure the other. Hermione slurped, sucked, bobbed, and hummed Harry’s theme on his member, while Harry ravished her with his tongue, using both his Love and Parsletongue magics.
In a few minutes, Harry felt the pressure build up in his loins.
“Hermione... I’m gonna...” Harry began.
“Shut the hell up and get back to work!” Hermione commanded - at least that’s what Harry thought she said. ‘Harry, Jr.’ was still in her mouth when she spoke, so it sounded more like “Suphz du helth oot und githe tou wurt!” But Harry got the general idea.
With a grunt as a warning, Harry came. He buried his face into Hermione’s flower as she gulped up his load. She continued to swallow and suck his penis even after he was finished cumming. With a slurping noise from Hermione, a limp ‘Harry, Jr.’ flopped out of her mouth.
“Yeah, it’s working,” Hermione commented. Whether she was commenting on her experiment to adjust the taste of Harry’s seed or if she was referencing his cunnilingus technique, Harry didn’t know.
Harry continued to work his magic on Hermione’s flower and in a short amount of time; he felt her begin to tense up. She sat up on his face - which gave Harry a wonderfully close-up view of her still red bum - and ground her hips into him. In the heat of the moment, she dug her nails into his chest which caused Harry to growl in a combination of pleasure and pain. Of course, he growled right into her pussy which sent her over the edge.
Hermione’s muscles locked up and she bucked on top of him. Harry clamped down on her legs and hung on as he continued to eat her out. He swallowed her juices as she howled. After she climaxed, Hermione slumped on top of her boyfriend.
However, Harry had no intention of stopping there. He licked, suckled and nibbled at Hermione’s petals and bud. Hermione panted heavily as she rose up to sit on Harry’s face again. She thrashed around and groaned; Harry could tell that she wouldn’t last much longer this time around.
“I’ve found them all,” a voice that definitely didn’t belong to Hermione announced.
Hermione tensed up again but Harry knew that it wasn’t the “Oh, God I cumming!” sort of tense. But rather it was the “Oh, God, somebody is standing right next to us!” tense.
“I said ‘I’ve found them’,” the voice repeated. Harry wasn’t able to see - because his girlfriend was frozen in fear as she sat on his face (which was quite nice) - but he could tell from the sing-song tone that it was Luna, and that she was standing very close to them.
“I’ve found them,” Luna repeated yet again. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
Harry could tell from her tone that Luna was waiting for some kind of response. Seeing that Hermione hadn’t moved or uttered a sound since Luna first spoke up; Harry answered.
“That’s great, Luna,” he stated flatly.
What Harry didn’t realize was that he was still speaking in Parseltongue. And seeing that Hermione’s flower was still pressed up against his mouth, Harry used his magical language and spoke directly into Hermione’s womanhood and was more than enough to drive her over the edge.
“OH MERLIN!” screamed Hermione as she climaxed and flooded Harry’s mouth. “I’M CUMMING!”
Bucking wildly, Hermione uncontrollably fell off of Harry and crashed to the floor next to the couch. Hermione continued to spasm and moan, riding out her orgasm.
Finally able to see, Harry stared gob smacked at a very topless Luna standing no less than three feet from him. Even though he wasn’t wearing his glasses, Harry could see clearly enough to tell that the only thing Luna was wearing was a set of light purple panties... and a smile. Harry noted that her left eye appeared to be red and puffy. It would seem that Ron’s aim was just as bad as his.
“I’ve found every single one of them!” heralded Luna, as if it was perfectly normal to be standing nearly nude in front of a messy faced and naked Harry and an equally naked and thrashing Hermione as she continued to convulse through her orgasm on the ground. “I know where all of them are located!”
“That’s great,” Harry said. If this would have happened a few weeks ago, he would’ve been scrabbling to find something to cover his nakedness. But seeing that almost everyone he knew had seen him naked, he just lay there. He wondered idly if he was slowly turning into a nudist or exhibitionist. “So where’s the missing one?” he asked as a very gratified
‘Harry, Jr.’ slept in the open air.
“Oh, there’s so many more than just one,” Luna announced happily. “There’s a few dozen in Sweden.”
“D-d-d-dozens?” Hermione uttered as her orgasm finally subsided and she was able to sit up.
“Yes, in Sweden,” Luna said with a little bounce - a bounce which caused her huge tits to jiggle. “And scores more of them are in Spain; at least a hundred!”
“M-m-m-more?” Harry groaned. Voldemort had created over a hundred Horcruxes. Harry’s heart sank at the realization that the hunt for Voldemort’s Horcruxes was going to be a lot harder than he thought. Chapter Fourteen Summary: Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Luna go on a shopping trip, and then Harry and Hermione perform the han... the ritual once more.
Luna was so happy over discovering the locations of the hundred plus Horcruxes that she started to do a tiny little jig of joy. This victory dance, of course, caused her huge tits to bounce this way and that, almost comically. Harry and Hermione were in such shock over the revelation that their hunt for Voldemort’s Horcruxes would take years just because of the sheer number of relics that they didn’t even notice Luna’s half-naked celebratory dance.
“Over a hundred,” Harry murmured in dread.
“Well over,” declared Luna merrily, while her orbs bounced, smacked and bashed against each other. “I’d say closer to one-hundred and eighty.”
“One-hundred and eighty,” Hermione practically sobbed.
Harry hoisted his girlfriend off of the ground and sat her on the couch next to him. Hermione made no attempt to cover her nude and sweat covered body; Harry rationalized that either she had grown comfortable with public nudity like he had or was simply too stunned over the number of Horcruxes to care.
“I had no idea there could be so many,” croaked the brunette witch.
“Isn’t it wonderful?” heralded Luna. She threw up her arms in triumph; which led to her... well you get the point; they’re big and they jiggle... a lot.
“They’re huge,” muttered Hermione dispassionately, as if she had already grown bored with seeing Luna’s disproportionately large breasts.
“It’ll take forever to destroy all of them,” commented Harry.
“NO!” shouted Luna; her once happy and glowing face suddenly turned angry and defensive. “How could you do that? They’re innocent creatures!”
“What? There’s nothing innocent about them. They’re inanimate objects that house a fragment of Voldemort’s soul in them,” explained Harry.
“Whoever said Snorkacks are inanimate?” asked Luna with her fists on her hips.
“Wait...” Harry looked at the blonde dumbstruck, “you went looking for Snorkacks?”
”Of course I did, silly,” Luna playfully chided.
“But you were supposed to look for Voldemort’s Horcruxes,” argued Hermione.
”We started to search for them, but everything became very cloudy, and we couldn’t see a thing,” explained Luna. “And then Ronald and I had trouble focusing on even the thought of the Horcruxes. After a few seconds, I felt a strange compulsion to look for something else. So I convinced Ronald we should look for Snorkacks.”
“Why do you think they couldn’t search for the Horcruxes when we were able to?” Harry asked Hermione.
“Of course it didn’t take much convincing on my part,” Luna continued while Hermione was lost in thought. “Not when I have the twins here,” Luna commented and lifted up her sizeable boobs as if to prove her point. “As opposed to Fred and George, Ronald always listens to these twins.”
“Maybe Voldemort set up various wards around his Horcruxes to prevent anybody from finding them with a magical search of any kind,” Hermione speculated. “His wards would most likely make the caster of the search unable to see anything. And as an extra protection, he probably added some sort of Compulsion Hex to the wards forcing any searchers to be compelled to look for something else. So when Luna and Ron went looking, they couldn’t see anything and were subconsciously forced to look for another item.”
“But then why were we able to locate them?” asked Harry.
After a moment of thought, Hermione replied, “It must have something to do with the prophesy. Voldemort marked you as an equal when he tried to kill you while you were a baby. And the wards he put up on the Horcruxes must’ve recognized you as Voldemort himself allowing you to pass them unmolested, so to speak.”
“That makes sense,” agreed Harry. “And if not, it could have been when Voldemort possessed me in the Ministry Atrium. He may have left enough of a psychic echo to bypass his own protections.”
“Wait,” Hermione began as if a sudden thought came to her. “You mean Snorkacks are real?”
“Of course they are,” Luna gaily retorted. The heavy chested blonde paused for a second and then bent over at the hips so that her face was close to Hermione’s groin. “You’re shaved?”
“Yes, it’s for hygiene,” Harry replied for his girlfriend. He had heard Hermione say it so often, the phrase had apparently become an automatic response for him.
“Actually, I think it because she’s kinky,” corrected Luna. She leaned over so that she could whisper in Harry’s ear: “I saw the red welts on her bottom.
“After all, aren’t all brainy birds naughty?” Luna asked in a normal voice. As if to prove her point, Luna lowered her purple panties to just above her knees and stood up to reveal that she had shaved her blonde fuzz into a little heart. “See, kinky” she gestured to her groin.
“That’s cute,” Hermione commented and Harry nodded his head in agreement. Then it hit him. Harry was staring at Ron’s naked girlfriend’s bush!
“As a guy, which do you prefer?” Luna asked Harry. “Hermione’s completely shaved or my heart design?”
Our hero started to sweat profusely. He was positive that he was breaking one of the “Best Mate” laws just by being in the same room as Luna in her current state of undress much less being asked to comment on particular body parts. He averted his eyes, hoping that Ron wouldn’t come down to find him sitting in front of a nude Luna who was asking which fanny Harry liked better.
“I think he prefers shaved,” speculated Hermione. “That way, there’s no chance that he’d get any hair under his tongue or stuck in his teeth.”
“Ronald hasn’t expressed interest in that activity yet,” Luna stated remorsefully. “Maybe I can convince him to go down on me.”
At this point, Harry was trying to hide from the two witches by burrowing into the couch’s cushions.
“That book I showed you earlier has some interesting techniques in it,” offered Hermione. “Even though the premise of the section is primarily for Parselmouths like Harry, Ron could still use it to your benefit.”
“I would so love to see Ronald’s nose resting on my heart,” Luna stated and gestured to her heart-shaped pubic hair. “And just the thought of him looking up at me from between my legs really turns me on.”
“Speaking of Ron, where is he?” Hermione asked. Harry desperately hoped that he was incapacitated in some way and was unable to see Harry sitting in front of a naked Luna.
“After we finished the ritual - I’m so proud of him, he lasted just past two whole minutes this time - we cuddled and talked, and then he fell asleep,” answered Luna and Harry thanked the heavens. “Apparently he’s still tired from the times we fornicated yesterday.”
Without warning, Luna flopped down next to Harry on the couch. The young wizard gulped as Luna innocently leaned her naked body into his and asked Hermione, who was on his other side, “Please, tell me more about these techniques.”
“Well, as I said; the chapters focused primarily on Parselmouths, like Harry,” began Hermione. “But I don’t see anything that would prevent anyone from using the same techniques to give a witch a great deal of satisfaction.”
“If the techniques are universal, does it really matter when they’re performed by a Parselmouth?” Luna asked.
“Oh, let me te
ll you,” Hermione answered and leaned her naked body into Harry in an attempt to confide to the younger witch. Large beads of sweat blossomed all over Harry’s face and body. Here he was, sitting naked on the couch sandwiched in between two equally nude witches with their breasts shoved up against his arms. ‘Harry, Jr.’ started to stand up once more, curious to see what was going on.
“Ihavetogotakeashower!” Harry blurted out rapidly as he shot up off of the couch. He really doubted that Ron would be pleased to hear that Harry had gotten a hard-on sitting next to Luna. “Areallycoldone!” he added just as speedily.
As Harry dashed up the stairs, he could hear Hermione, with an excite tone, describe to Luna the specific techniques.
“Ooooh, I bet that tickles,” commented Luna.
“Yes, but in a very good way,” clarified Hermione.
***
After a very cold shower - where the previously curious ‘Harry, Jr.’ was forced to seek shelter from the freezing rain - Harry went to his room to change only to be quite shocked at what he saw.
Ron was asleep and sprawled out spread eagle on the bed and very naked. Now as Harry mentioned before, for a bloke, it's more than a little uncomfortable if you see your male friend lying in front of you naked. But Ron wasn’t merely naked, he was spread out. You see, Ron’s penis - or ‘Ron, Jr.’ if you will - was pointing directly at the door and it was the very first thing that Harry saw upon entering the room. Harry never had the desire to know whether or not pure-blood wizarding families had practiced circumcisions, but now he knew for a fact that they did not.
But what was even more shocking than seeing a nude and uncircumcised Ron sprawled out so that Harry could see every possible crease, wrinkle, and vein was that Ron was on Harry’s bed! Ron was nude, sweating, and had gotten a hand-job on Harry’s bed! That broke at least three roommate rules; one, don’t let your friend see if you’re uncircumcised or not; two, don’t sleep on your friend’s bed -especially naked; and three, don’t get a hand-job on your friend’s bed!
