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Chapter 19: Abject Rift Juncture

"Sorry! Sorry!" Harry half whispered, half shouted, his latest attempt at Apparating sending him staggering forward into a Ravenclaw sixth year he didn't know. The Ravenclaw didn't reply, preferring to shoot him an annoyed look before turning back forward to focus on his own attempts.

Harry shot a look over at Hermione who was clearly stifling laughter. "Oh, ha ha. Let's see you do better?"

"I may not have Apparated, but I also haven't managed to trip over my own feet."

Harry brushed himself off, grumbling at the wispy Apparition instructor's cry of "Remember the three D's!"

"I've got a fourth D he can shove up his-"

"Harry!" Hermione scolded quietly, swatting Harry's arm. "He's a Professor, honestly..."

"Sorry, just frustrated we didn't hear more with Malfoy," Harry whispered.

Hermione didn't respond. While she had apologized for her lack of help, she still doubted whatever Malfoy was up to was of any importance, and Harry didn't need to look over to picture the look of disapproval on her face.

Harry chose that fucking hoop in front of him as his Destination.

He Determined he was going to be in the hoop, he really did.

Harry spun in place Deliberately.

With a heavy sigh Harry regarded his hoop sullenly, scratching at his head. He glanced over at Hermione, she was not having much more success than him, but her twists were a bit more graceful. Harry couldn't help but dwell for a moment on how much a standard Hogwarts uniform managed to hide, regardless of the glamour Hermione had placed over her chest. Wistfully, Harry contemplated suggesting she go with out the outer robe more often, not during classes of course, but her bum really did look cracking in that skirt.

Harry caught a whiff of a familiar scent, and turned his head so fast his neck cricked. There was Ginny, just outside the entrance hall, making her way in between classes in a small group of other Gryffindor fifth years. They caught each other's eyes and smiled uncontrollably.

And just like that she was gone, but the memories lingered. Ginny had been sneaking up to Harry's bed, and transferring over with him to Gabrielle's room every night this week.

She was, much to Harry's pleasure, insatiable.

Harry struggled to wipe the smile from his face and focus on the lesson, but he couldn't completely banish the naughty thoughts running roughshod through his mind. Ginny was an aggressive and enthusiastic lover, and Harry was now constantly sore, all over. Like, really all over. Turns out essence of murtlap is good for all sorts of surface abrasions.

Harry was reticent to complain, fully a willing participant in their decadence. Now that he could touch, and squeeze, and fuck, and suck Ginny it was hard not to. The taste of her, the taughtness of her muscles as she worked against him. The hungry look in her eyes she always got tasting him.

Sometimes Ginny liked to have Harry just lie back while she feasted on him. Hands everywhere as she tongued, licked, bit, sucked, and kissed every inch of him. Harry for his part, simply thought a moment not buried in her deliriously wet little pussy a moment wasted. She was always so wet for him, a bit of snogging and her knickers would be soaked, come running down her thighs. Harry had simply never known shagging so satisfying.

Sex with Gabrielle was thrilling and exotic. Sex with Hermione was fun and challenging.

Sex with Ginny... she never got tired, never asked him to slow down. Harry had always felt a need to hold back with his other partners, but the harder he fucked Ginny the more she loved it. Snarling and squealing in turn, raking her nails across Harry's back and arse when in reach, fucking back as hard as Harry could deliver.

When one of them got bored with a position they'd switch. Ginny especially loved to conjure mirrors so she could watch them fucking from any angle she pleased. It ended when they physically could no longer move, covered in sweat and each other's come. Gabrielle was usually passed out long before then.

There was a scream on the other side of the room. Another splinch. After a few harrowing moments Harry watched as Madam Pomfrey led away a crying yet stoic faced Hufflepuff he didn't know.

Harry tried again, and managed not to trip, but he was no closer to his hoop than before. Looking over at Hermione he wondered is she had read anything useful on the topic (he had seen her devour no less than three separate volumes on the topic) but she was visibly frustrated at her own lack of success.

After the lesson, neither of them having Apparated, they ducked into a semi hidden alcove where Harry pulled out the map. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he whispered, the lines painting themselves across the worn parchment.

It didn't take long for Hermione to spot Malfoy stalking down towards the Slytherin common room, "There, whatever he may or may not be up to, isn't happening right now, but at least now you know to search for Crabbe and Goyle as lookouts."

Harry grumbled but didn't reply, silently disappointed.

Hermione glanced past the tapestry hiding them from view. The coast must have been clear, because when she pulled back, Harry was lightly pushed against the wall, before she rose onto the balls of her feet for a deep, languid snog. Before long both were breathing heavy. Harry could feel her nipples pressed to his chest, and he knew from the way she rubbed herself against it, she could feel him throbbing for her through his trousers.

She snaked the hand she had pressed against his chest down, grabbing his cock. Holding it firmly. Harry gasped into her mouth, and Hermione licked at his lips, whispering, "Tell Ginny she needs to learn to share more."

Harry groaned leaning his head back as Hermione started stroking him, slow and steady, "I know. It's just... new, plus..."

"Plus?"

Harry blushed. "It's... good."

"How good?"

"I've been sore everywhere the whole week," Harry admitted. "We're sort of... insatiable."

Hermione drew her wand with her free hand and cast a muffliato and a sticking charm on the tapestry.

"More insatiable than you're leetle Veela?" She asked sultrily, with a cocked eye brow.

"Actually," Harry panted, "Yes."

She smiled, "I'm glad for you. For both of you actually, also, I've been thinking about some... difficulties you might have. There are some... technically banned potions that might help. Not something you'll find in Advanced Potion's Making, so you better let me brew them."

Harry laughed as much as he could mid hand job, "You're never going to let that Bezoar go are you?"

"Oh Harry," Hermione demurred, smiling as she felt some pre-come ooze out of Harry's cock, spreading it around the head, making it slick, "Of course I'm never letting that go, you cheated."

"I did not cheat, a bezoar would have neutralized the poison."

Hermione grumbled narrowing her eyes, but her hand remained kind, doing mind numbing things to him. She pulled her hand out of his pants, casting a scourgify and unsticking the tapestry. "Let me know when we can have an extended get together." And with that she was gone.

Harry allowed for some time to compose himself. "Saucy bint," Harry thought warmly, calming his breathing, and willing his erection to subside. For a while it refused. For a brief moment Harry thought about hunting down Ginny, but she didn't have the extended period, and Harry didn't want to encourage her to skive off lessons.

Gabrielle was about to be in a tutoring session with McGonagall.

Bugger.

Relegating himself to being unable to satisfy his current need, Harry went out towards the entrance hall, and down towards the Quidditch pitch. Grabbing his broom from the Griffindor locker room, and one of the practice snitches from the general equipment locker, harry released the little struggling ball, counted to ten with his eyes close, and then leapt into the air, neatly tucking his trusty Firebolt between his legs and shooting off into the sky, in a straight vertical line.

He accelerated as fast as the broom would allow, wind wild through his hair and robes. Harry could no longer hear anything but the wind. He flew until it got too cold and then in a graceful arc he cut all momentum, and plummeted into a free fall.

Closing his eyes he counted down. 10, 9, 8...

His stomach was in a permanent swoop, his arms and legs akimbo, no thoughts, no worries. For these ten seconds he was free.

7, 6, 5...

His mind raced, even in moments like this he couldn't go completely blank. He thought of Gabrielle, and Ginny, and Hermione.

4, 3, 2...

The happiness bubbled up through Harry, he could barely contain himself, never felt more alive, and loved, and satisfied.

He said "One" out loud. With one swift motion he was back on his broom, twice as fast now as free fall, straight at the ground. Harry stared, unblinking at the ground. Faster and faster the pitch grew in size as he streaked towards it.

There was no counting with this one. You just had to feel it. There wouldn't be time to draw a wand for a cushioning charm.

The ground got closer.

"Not yet," Harry thought, his eyes burning, but he couldn't afford to blink now. He was close enough to count the bleachers in the stands. The ground got larger and larger. Too close now to simply stop, no broom had that kind of stopping power.

"Almost there," Harry's heart leapt, if he timed this wrong, well... a prophecy could only be so powerful...

"There!" Harry sensed it, physically kicking the broom down into a 180, pushing the Firebolt forward to its maximum. He could feel it vibrating, struggling against all the momentum he'd already built up in the opposite direction. He began to slow, but would it be enough?

The tips of the bristles kissed the grass.

And like a slingshot Harry was back into the air, streaking anticlockwise around the pitch at a never the less formidable half-speed, searching for Snitch. Instead he saw someone sitting in the stands watching him, wide eyed and mouth agape.

It was Daphne Greengrass.

Harry, a bit nonplussed, wasn't sure what to make of it. As far as he knew she had never even attended a game, not even for her own house. Not even for a final. He decided to ignore her for a bit. This wasn't a practice, there would be no strategy to give away, and Harry was, truth be told, still a little pent up from Hermione's teasing.

He spotted the Snitch. Rather than try and turn (which at this speed would be wide and slow) he simply pulled back on his speed enough to plant a foot on the side of one of the stands to rebound, shooting off level with the juking Snitch.

It wasn't hard however, fresh flying with no other Seeker, and no opposing team it was child's play for Harry to snatch the Snitch from the air. Not to mention the somewhat lackluster performance of the training Snitches versus a brand new game ready one.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Greengrass was still there. Sitting with one leg over the other, watching him unabashedly.

With a smirk Harry shrugged mentally, and let the Snitch go. He caught it another three times before calling it quits. He was about to head to the lockers, but then he glanced back at Greengrass, still sitting in the stands, still watching him.

Something inside him, perhaps something from Gabrielle, nudged him to action. With a well earned calm Harry slid back onto his broom and at a sedate pace alighted over to where Greengrass was sitting.

Harry sat, broom tucked to a shoulder, head back and eyes closed, just breathing. After a moment, he looked over. She was staring back, unembarrassed, and neutral faced. She had long straight black hair and a rather severe set of bangs hanging just above ice blue eyes. Eyes she had ringed in thick black makeup the same colour as her lips and fingernails. Paired with her pale skin it was a dark and affected look, albeit rather alluring in a creepy kind of way, similar to the way Harry felt about the drawing of a Vampire Queen in the Monster Book of Monsters.

Harry extended his hand, "Harry Potter," he said simply.

She almost smiled, but instead raised an inquisitive brow, shaking Harry's hand back, "Daphne Greengrass."

"Pleased to meet you, officially."

Her other eyebrow joined the first, looking slightly surprised, "Likewise," she replied simply.

"So what brings you to the Pitch? I don't think I've ever seen you at a game."

She tilted her head a bit, as if she didn't know what to make of him. "I happened to be passing by. You fly well."

"Thank you. Do you fly?"

She looked surprised again, and started to say something, but hesitated, then shook her head. "No. Well, I took the lesson first year and passed, barely."

"Oh, well, I wouldn't mind giving you a few pointers, if you'd like."

Greengrass stared at him again.

"Right," Harry said, starting to get up, "I didn't mean to bother you-"

"No!" She said suddenly, then more sedately, "No, I mean, sorry, you're just not at all how I imagined. Hell, most Gryffindors wont even make eye contact with me, and you have a... well...

"A what?"

"A bit of a reputation."

"Do I really?"

"Yes, for being a bit aloof."

Harry rolled his eyes, "You're actually not the first person to tell me that," Harry grumbled, "I had no idea. It's certainly not something I encourage, and... well... you have a bit of a reputation yourself."

She hummed quietly, "It is true you taught a whole load of people to fight last year?"

Now it was Harry's turn to be nonplussed. "Where did you hear that?"

"Malfoy wouldn't stop whining about it, said you were trying to start an army, no one believed him, but there is usually some truth to rumors, oh, and there was that business at the Ministry."

"Why do you want to know?"

She hesitated, and her eyes narrowed, like she was trying to get a read on Harry, "Well, if it's true, I was wondering if you'd be willing to tutor me."

"You want me to tutor you?"

"Why are you surprised?"

"Pretty sure you're higher ranked than I am."

"Not Defense, though that's not even what I'm looking for from you; no, I'd like you to teach me how to fight." She reached into her bag pulling out a silver case. With a well practiced flick the end of a fag slid out from a hole that had not been there beforehand. She grabbed it with her painted lips, stashed the case, and lit the fag with her wand. With a heavy drag and a slow exhale of purple smoke that spiraled as it rose and smelled of plums, her whole body seemed to lose its tension. "I'm sure you're not blind to what's been going on," she said, eyes closed with her head leaned back. She snorted, her voice taking on a low bored almost-monotone, "Hell, you're probably right smack in the middle of it all. Either way, grades aren't really all that concerning anymore." Greengrass opened her eyes and turned her head just enough to stare at Harry with very serious eyes, though her tone remained the same. "I need to know how to defend myself."

Harry's looked back, incredulous. "Why? No offence, but you seem like one of the least likely to be attacked."

"No offence taken, I'm fully aware of my family's... reputation," she took another drag, looking away again, "which will only make me more of a target as I'm about to betray every ideal they hold dear, as well as piss off one of the most embedded Death Eater families there is."

"Are you really?"

She nodded, raising the fag back to her somber lips. Harry notice the hand holding it was trembling slightly.

"I'd be happy to tutor you," Harry said, getting up.

"Really?" She asked, sounding a little disbelieving.

"Yes. Really," Harry replied a bit amused, "let me know when you're free."

"I have a free period after Lunch tomorrow," Daphne said quickly.

Harry smiled, "Meet me on the seventh floor, by the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy. Big wide one with a bunch of trolls in tutus."

Harry waved and walked away towards the locker room. He was only a few steps away when Daphne called out, "Oi Potter!" He spun neatly, an expectant look on his face. She jogged up to him, dropping the cigarette and crushing it beneath a black, thick heeled boot with an intricate array of silver buckles up the side. "What made you say yes?" She asked, her head raising back up to lock eyes with Harry, who much to his chagrin, had to look slightly upwards.

The question had been a serious one, but Harry wasn't prepared to voice his serious answer, so instead he said, "You didn't wear one of those stupid badges Malfoy made back in Fourth." It was not untrue, Harry supposed, and he also thought Dumbledore would of been slightly proud. It was after all, him that had shown Harry how a half-truth can distract from a larger more dangerous truth.

Harry started walking away again. "That's it?" Daphne asked after him, sounding disbelieving.

Harry half turned and smiled back at her another distracting truth springing into his mind, he shrugged, "You're also really pretty." The stunned and slightly pleased look that crossed her face did not go unnoticed.

Harry entered the showers feeling very pleased with himself. Glad he was getting more comfortable and better at talking to pretty girls, and pleased that he may have just found another ally. One who could even conceivably help him spy on Malfoy. Harry thought he should take a page out from Dumbledore's book. Rather than asking her directly, he might just try dropping a few hints here and there, see if she decided to spy on Malfoy all on her own.

Harry thought about it as he showered the sweat from his skin, feeling a bit duplicitous. The idea of it seemed clever, but once Harry started to think about the actual logistics of accomplishing it, he felt a mite manipulative, frowning slightly, wondering at the lengths Dumbledore goes to, and whether he could do the same. Or if he would even want to.


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Ron stalked passed where Harry was sat, sandwiched by Ginny and Hermione, studying. Hermione was double checking an essay for Charms, Ginny using floating flashcards to memorize recipe's for Potions, and Harry was working on his Charms practical. A complex series of enchantments designed to add a number of useful additions to an ordinary trunk, including making it bigger on the inside, advanced locking charms, and all manner of organizational magic. Harry was looking very forward to an auto-alphabetizing set of books.

Ron froze halfway to the boy's staircase, his eyes sliding from Ginny to Harry to Hermione. "Why you studying with this lot?"

Ginny stared back coolly, "I'm gonna give you another chance to ask nicely."

Ron's eyes narrowed, "Since when have you three hung out?"

Ginny scoffed, "Since forever? We've all been friends for ages, what's your problem?"

Harry didn't even look up from his work, not wanting to accidentally look guilty. He had after all, spent the better part of this past week balls deep in his sister.

"You should study with someone in your year."

Harry could feel Ginny roll her eyes with out looking, "Oh yes, cause there's totally someone in my year smarter than Hermione. Good thinking. Oh and also, fuck off, don't tell me what to do."

Harry snuck a look and saw Ron glowering, but he didn't escalate, choosing instead to stalk off up to the boy's dormitory. Harry felt very guilty, and was not comforted when Ginny bounced her shoulder against his and whispered, "relax, he'll get over it eventually. Bloody hypocrite, the way he carries on with Lavender."

Harry sighed, "This is all going to blow up soon. I can feel it."

"Never mind that," Ginny replied, "I uh...," she cast the ever useful Muffliato, "I wanted to try something new tonight," Hermione stiffened next to Harry, overhearing.

"What's that?" Harry asked, a bit warily but more excited, the soreness of his muscles and... other things, crying out in protest.

"Well... I was just thinking, rather than just watch, I thought I might, you know, join in with you and Gabrielle. Like that first time."

"If you're ready, there's... honestly little I'd love more." Hermione nudged Harry.

"Um... so, I was also thinking," Harry continued glancing around, finding them somewhat isolated in the common room. It was late, and not many people were left up. "I think... er... look I'm just gonna say it, you're too good at shagging. It's distracting." Ginny snorted and giggled under her breath, "Hermione's getting all pent up you know, also we promised Luna we'd start involving her."

Hermione made an odd strangled squeaky noise when Luna's name was mentioned and both Harry and Hermione looked over. Hermione was blushing staring hard into her book.

"Spill," Ginny said.

"Luna and I have..." she cleared her throat and her voice dropped a few octaves, "been entertaining one another while you two have a bit of a honeymoon."

Ginny hummed, glanced at Harry, then back at Hermione. "Yes, you're right. We should start spreading the love shouldn't we. Alright, tomorrow night, Harry is all yours, then the next night Luna, then back to me. Sound good?"

Harry looked over at Ginny and sent the most smoldery look he could manage, "I don't know. I might need to come find you after. You've seen what happens when Gabrielle can't handle anymore.

Ginny fixed Harry with a fierce look, full of promise, "True, you do get awfully... needy." With out looking away Ginny addressed Hermione next, "Why don't you join in tonight. At least watch?"

Hermione demurred, "I um... already have plans..."

Harry looked over, "With Luna?"

Hermione blushed.

"Lets all watch each other," Harry suggested with an obvious feigned casualness.

Hermione spent some time thinking about it, "I can't. Luna, Luna has some expectations for her and your's first time Harry. I wouldn't want to disrupt that, but... well... she is rather eager you know. Tell you what, there's no reason I need a night to myself, I'll just join you all tomorrow."

Ginny send a heated look at Hermione, "It's a date."

Hermione looked over at Ginny. "You seem... more accepting now."

Harry looked over in interest as Ginny stared into the fire in contemplation, "Well... I am I guess. That first time, when Harry and Gabrielle kind of double teamed me, I... I really liked it. And, I've started thinking about you and Luna in that context. I really liked watching Hermione boss you around Harry, and Gabby as well, but... I think I'm going to like erm... sharing Gabrielle with you more. Like... a lot more. And Luna. I kind of can't wait to watch you fuck the shite out of her." Ginny hid her face in her hands, blushing like mad. "There's just something about how small and slight she is. Like she's fragile. Like you might break her." Ginny looked back at Harry and bit her lip, "I wanna know what she looks like when she comes getting pounded by you."

"Well I'm tired, see you all tomorrow," Hermione said quickly, gathering her things into her bag and nearly racing towards the dorm exit mumbling something about prefect duties.

With a quick scan around the room to make sure no one was watching them, Harry and Ginny locked eyes, and wordlessly decided, they also were done with homework for the night.

Harry climbed the stairs up to his dorm, Ginny a few feet behind, letting Harry scout. Cracking the door open, Harry found that everyone else was asleep, curtains drawn. He made his way to his bed, pulling Ginny along by the hand. Slightly flushed and excited harry climbed in with Ginny.

Harry was just about to say the password when the curtain pulled open. Ginny leapt backward, thankfully quite quietly, and crouched in the shadow. Harry, thoroughly startled, was horrified to see Ron standing there.

For the moment Ginny was hidden, but if Ron took even one step forward...

Harry sat cross legged, hoping to dissuade Ron from trying to sit on his bed. "Sup mate?" Harry asked.

"Are you..." Ron crossed his arms, and a dark look crossed his face, "Harry... please don't give me a reason to hate you. Please."

Harry didn't know how to respond.

"Look... I know," Ron glanced around and apparently thought better of speaking unguarded, "Muffliato, look, I know you and Hermione are... less reserved, but that just isn't how it's done here, right? I mean... here in the Wizarding World, stuff like virtue right? It's important. Reputation matters, especially to girls. It can affect things later in life. Important stuff. And, I know you two are being discreet, but still, be careful who you drag down into your... um... alternative lifestyle. Don't take advantage of anyone's feelings, they might do something they end up regretting, yeah?"

With a sad look Harry simply responded, "Sure Ron."

He looked like he might have more to say, but obviously thought better of it. With an awkward wave he disappeared into his own four poster. Harry closed the hangings on his own and turned to see Ginny fuming, a sour look marring her usually bright features. Harry pulled her to him, her arms wrapping around him with out a thought. "Sanctuary," Harry whispered, and in an instant they were sitting on Gabrielle's bed.

Gabrielle had obviously sensed the mood before they had even got there, so she simply added to the hug, nuzzling both of them. After a long moment, Ginny pulled back, still irate. "I can't believe him. Thinks I'd just jump in bed with you on a whim."

"Well..." Harry said awkwardly.

"Oh please, we were boyfriend and girlfriend by then. Sure, didn't take long after that, but can you blame me? You're far too good looking to let that go to waste."

Harry grabbed her back into a hug, "He's just being protective," he added sadly, "Honestly I get it, I'd be worried if the situation was somehow reversed."

"Only because you'd be outside the situation, and not know how 'right' this feels. Besides, that whole business about 'dragging someone down into an alternative lifestyle', clearly talking about me. And notice how he thinks a girl's virtue matters but his own doesn't. Arsehole."

"You are his little sister-"

"So he should be happy for me!" Ginny took Harry's face in her hands, "can't you sense it? How deliriously happy I am?" She smiled, and for Harry it was like staring into the sun, "I've never been this happy Harry. You're everything I've ever wanted and," she looked over at Gabrielle, "while I may not have been taking advantage, I think the fringe benefits are going to be very... pleasurable."

Gabrielle stared wide eyed at Ginny, "Does zhis mean I get to fuck you finally?" she asked bluntly. Harry shook with silent laughter, "What?" Gabrielle asked, "I mean, yes I get to experience eet zrough zhe bond, but it's not zhe same."

Ginny pulled away from Harry. With a quick glance back she grabbed Gabrielle into a kiss. Like before the feeling of Ginny kissing Gabrielle sent Harry into a kind of daze. Slightly mesmerized Harry reached out, playing with Ginny's hair as they kissed. Then he remembered what Ginny had said about sharing Gabrielle.

Harry shifted over so that he was behind Gabrielle. With one hand he reached underneath to play with her soaked little slit, gathering and spreading her creamy fluids around and into her ass so her could finger her there too, kissing and biting her neck all the while. Ginny started to pinch and twist her nipples, setting Gabrielle to trembling so hard she almost vibrated, her moans sounding almost pained in their desperate cadence.

Ginny glanced back at Harry, "It's a bit weird, watching you react to what I'm doing to her."

Harry laughed weakly, "try feeling it," he managed to gasp out, his breath forced out of him as two of Ginny's slender fingers slid into Gabrielle's needy cunt. He watched as Ginny's eye's dilated, and her breath got heavy and ragged. The things she was doing to Gabrielle, and the way she responded stunned Harry a little. Maybe it was simply the way someone else touching you was different from touching yourself, that he was too linked with Gabrielle to feel completely separate. Or maybe it was just that it was Ginny doing the touching.

"Harry, get her hair out of the way," Ginny said, Harry gathering her silvery white tresses into a tail with one hand, pulling it and her head back against his chest just hard enough to sting. Gabrielle gasped and arched, the slight pain making her feel a bit bound and handled, so aroused trickles of cream traced down her supple thighs.

Ginny attacked Gabrielle's breasts, squeezing and fondling them. She sucked and bit at her nipples, forcefully, far rougher than Harry usually was, and the way Gabrielle shrieked and moaned had Harry thinking about the nipple clamps he had found back at Grimmauld Place, wishing he had grabbed them. Perhaps he would have to pay Wanda a visit soon.

Wanting to further display Gabrielle's ample chest and enhance her feelings of submissiveness, Harry used his other free hand to put her arms in a hold behind her back, one upper arm held in a right grip, the other locked with his forearm. Her hands found his cock and jerked it unevenly, her whole body trembling.

Gabrielle slid silkily towards climax, and just as she was getting close Ginny removed her fingers and scribbled them back and forth across her clit as fast as she could.

Gabrielle screamed, her body shaking and flexing in Harry's strong grip, come spurting from her spasming pussy in strong short bursts, the sound of them hitting the bedspread sending a wave of embarrassed pleasure through Gabrielle. Harry wouldn't let her move, forcing her pleasure higher, wringing every last possible sensation out of her exploding body, his cock throbbing like mad in sympathy against her arse, smearing pre-come across her silky skin.

"That was fucking awesome," Ginny said breathlessly. She was touching herself slowly watching Harry and Gabrielle come down. She ran her tongue against her upper teeth, thinking. "Why don't you... bend her over?"

Harry grinned, letting Gabrielle's arms go. She landed on the bed with a little 'oof', boneless and still tingling. Harry looked down, amused, before swatting her arse lightly. With a grunt, Gabrielle stuck her bum, and only her bum in the air. Chuckling, Harry walked forward on his knees, sliding easily into her waiting pussy with a long satisfied sigh, like sinking into the couch by the fire in the Common Room after a double Potions. His hands went to her arse, gripping and squeezing and kneading.

He opened his eyes to find Ginny laid on the bed before them, her far too long to be allowed legs bent and spread flat on the bed. That little tuft of red above a bare and spread pussy.

Harry nearly choked.

He looked up at the expectant and impatient look on Ginny's face, and acted accordingly, allowing one of his hands to reluctantly leave Gabrielle's tempting arse to gather her hair again, pulling her head up just enough to let Ginny scoot under. "Eat," Harry said simply.

Ginny gasped, and stared open mouthed and wide eyed as Gabrielle's tongue left her mouth and danced over her clit. Harry could feel the hard little nubbin flex and swell against her tongue.

"Oh shite, her tongue is so soft," Ginny barely breathed out, shuddering, legs shaking.

Harry started sliding his cock in and out, at a slow, decadent pace, feeling the way the lips of her pussy clung to it. Hesitating a moment each time he barely kissed the outside of her sex, before sliding slowly back in, extending that first moment of penetration as long as he could.

Gabrielle moaned and struggled forward just enough to pull Ginny's clit into her mouth, kissing and sucking and twirling her little tongue against it. Ginny moaned and gasped, and Harry could see in her knitted look the strain against closing her eyes. He knew now how much Ginny liked to watch.

"Oh fuck," Ginny said suddenly, and she arched back in a way that did wonderful things to her breasts, eyes closed moaning loud as she came, humping against Gabrielle's face, clutching at the sheets. "Don't stop!" she yelled, and Gabrielle's sucking intensified, making Ginny shake and scream.

When she was done she pulled back, oversensitive, putting her hands to her crotch, and her legs together, falling sideways on the bed. By the time Ginny opened her eyes Harry had begun thrusting at a nice even pace, enjoying Gabrielle's little squeaks and sighs, and the way her arsehole flexed every time her slick little cunt grabbed at him.

Ginny crawled across the bed so she could watch better. Staring intently back and forth to Gabrielle's face, screwed up in pleasure, whimpering and panting, and the point where Harry fucked into her. "You know," Ginny said in a daze, "being a girl is much better than being a guy, but I am a bit envious."

"Envious?" Harry asked thickly, his control waning, Gabrielle's pussy slick and grasping in a way no fully human woman could compare to.

"Yeah, being able to shag a girl the way you do."

"You seem - unf - to have embraced - fuck that's good - how much you like girls - ugh," Harry had to slow down as Gabrielle came, not wanting to come to his own end quite yet. "Should I be worried?" Harry asked in a pleasure strangled voice.

Ginny laughed, "no, I don't know... I guess I've always thought girls were pretty, but... until recently it just never occurred to me that I could... satisfy my interest." Ginny propped her head up on a hand. "And I really like doing it with you. As an extension of shagging you," Ginny smiled warmly up at Harry, "and watching you. You're beautiful Harry, and watching you fuck is beautiful."

Harry blushed hard enough to wonder if he'd ever blushed harder, nervous tingles trailing down his neck. He suddenly felt a bit self conscious, but that didn't stop him from trying to put on a little show for his girlfriend.

His thrusts were infrequent, but hard and deep, each ending with a loud slap of his thighs to Gabrielle's perfect arse. The noises Gabrielle made were indecent, and Harry was pleased to see them affect Ginny as much as they did himself. Her throaty desperate moans filling the room with an erotic soundtrack.

Then Harry remembered the strap-on they had bought.

He pulled out swift enough to wring a strangled needy cry from Gabrielle's lips, "Nooooooo," she whined, "please!" but Harry was used to ignoring her begging, almost jogging over to Gabrielle's trunk, where all their naughty purchases had been stashed.

Half way there Harry swooned, and had to stop lest he collapse. Looking back he watched in awe; kneeling on the floor behind Gabrielle still on the bed, Ginny was seeing how deep she could stick her tongue in Gabrielle's needy slit, while Gabrielle mumbled something desperate unintelligibly in French.

She pulled back, Gabrielle's cream staining her berry coloured lips, "Fuck you taste good," she looked over at Harry, "I wanna know what it tastes like after you come in her."

Harry nearly stumbled running back to Ginny, grabbing her up into a passionate kiss. Once satisfied Harry pulled back just enough to whisper between kissing and sucking her ear, "You're so fucking sexy and kinky, I love it."

Harry pulled away, loving the dazed look Ginny always had after a good snog, and the way her hands jumped on reflex, not wanting him to move away. He made his way over to Gabrielle's trunk and opened it, retrieving the strap-on.

Spinning neatly, Harry held the item aloft, not bothered in the slightest at the way Ginny laughed at him, standing there throbbing hard and stark naked with a dildo in one hand and his wand in the other.

"What is that?" Ginny asked.

"You could wear this and shag Gabrielle."

Ginny's eyes widened at the suggestion, and she got up to take it from Harry. After a few confusing moments figuring out where exactly she was supposed to stick her feet, and more than a little help from Harry, Ginny got the thing trussed up, and just as it was placed in the right spot the straps vanished, leaving Ginny with what looked like a giant pink cock sticking straight out from her body where her clit would be.

"Huh," she said nonplussed before grabbing the now strapless strap-on with one hand.

She almost fell, "Holy shite!"

"What?" Harry asked, concerned, but he needn't have worried.

"This thing is connected to my clit!" She took a tentative test stroke along it's length and nearly vibrated, "oooooh fuck, it's like my clit got huge, this is amazing! It feels so realistic!" Then something fantastic must have occurred to Ginny, as she ran over to Gabrielle. "Oh Merlin, can you suck it? I wanna know what a blow job feels like!"

Gabrielle gathered herself, forcing her need down, and giving Ginny a Cheshire smile, "You might want to lie down," she purred, getting up from the bed and placing a gentle hand against Ginny's chest, encouraging her to lie down on the bed. It did not go unnoticed that she positioned Ginny in a way so that while sucker her off, she'd be perfectly placed to bend over and stick her pussy out at Harry.

Very subtle, Harry thought.

His wry amusement did not stop him from walking up to her, grabbing her by the hips and sinking his cock back as far as it could go into her steamy depths.

Gabrielle grabbed Ginny's 'todger' with one hand and Ginny gasped, her hips flexing. Smirking, Gabrielle forced her throat all the way down, swallowing the whole thing.

Ginny choked back a scream.

Gabrielle hummed both in pleasure at Harry's shagging, and to add another dimension to how she sucked Ginny off. She was also apparently determined to show off. Being a Veela has it's perks, including being able to breath easily and calmly while throating a cock. She sucked as hard as she could, slowly pulling back up until she just kissed the tip, taking a few quick bobs to suck noisily and play her tongue around the head before sinking all the way back down as quick as she could.

Ginny whined and gurgled, but speech was beyond her now other than the occasional 'fuck' or 'Merlin'. Gabrielle was a virtuoso at this, Harry knew, and he loved watching her work on Ginny.

Spit pooled under Ginny's bum, Gabrielle not one to shy away from a blow job being a spitty sloppy mess. There was something thrilling about seeing her so debauched; so removed from her normal exquisite perfection.

Fucking slow, Harry gathered up Gabrielle's cream and spread it in and around her arse until it was slick enough to finger again, her ragged moans only making Ginny's blowjob better. When he was sure she was ready, Harry pulled out from Gabrielle's frantically grabbing pussy, and began working his cock into her arse. She whined and made throaty choke-y noises that must have been heaven for Ginny.

Soon Ginny was thrusting down Gabrielle's throat, unable to stay still, gasping and crying out in pleasure, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck- AAAAAAAAH!" She came squealing, grabbing the back of Gabrielle's head and holding it down. Gabrielle responded by taking two fingers and sinking them into Ginny's sloppy wet pussy. Ginny flexed and arched, trembling but unable to move, then with what Harry thought was the most erotically satisfied sighs he'd ever heard, she collapsed on the bed, pulling out of Gabrielle's throat with a noisy 'shlick' and a quick squeak.

"Merlin's... balls... " Ginny said weakly, one arm over her eyes, as Harry watched her sweat slicked chest rise and fall with her panting.

Still pushing more cream into her delectable arse, Harry started shagging in earnest. Quick little thrusts that made them both shake and moan. Sweat and other things trickled down Gabrielle as she trembled and squirmed at Harry's onslaught.

Ginny looked up to watch when she heard Harry start grunting with each thrust, holding onto Gabrielle's hips, shagging into her arse as hard and fast as he could, pouring into her with a shout. Unable to keep standing, Harry gathered Gabrielle to his chest and fell sideways onto the bed with her as they rode the aftershocks of their coupling.

When they came to, Ginny was inches away watching their pleasure racked faces with a small inquisitive smile, breathing hard, clearly aroused anew, touching herself lightly. "I wanna fuck with this thing," she said silkily, running her hand along the length of the strap-on."

"Go for it," Harry replied breathlessly.

Ginny arched a brow, "I will as soon as you're out the way. Don't think there's room for two."

Harry smiled, "I'm in her arse."

Surprised, Ginny knelt up enough to peer over, "are you really?"

Gabrielle laughed weakly, "zhere is no mistaking eet," then she squeaked as Ginny scooted closer, the strap-on bumping into her belly. Sliding sideways on the bed she trailed the spit soaked cock down Gabrielle's front until it kissed the opening of her sex.

Harry could feel her trembling in anticipation, pulling her hair away from her neck to kiss, and petting his hand down the length of her side, "you ready for this?" Harry asked, lowly.

"Yes." Gabrielle whispered quickly, and fiercely, unable to look away from where Ginny was about to thrust into her. Harry bit his lip, she was already so full of cock and so tight around his. He was fully hard again, just from knowing what was about to happen, not quite thrusting, but flexing his hips back and forth to get just a bit of sensation, swelling in her each time, sighing at the way her arse grabbed at him.

Ginny slowly sank the head of her 'cock' inside, her mouth open in a little 'O' of surprise, eyes wide, not breathing. Then with a quick unpracticed thrust she was buried in her heat, eyes rolled to the back of her head, hands flailing to grab hold of something, anything. She landed on Harry's hip and Gabrielle's breast.

The sense of fullness was overwhelming. Not just in her pussy and arse, but being pressed between the two of them was deliriously pleasurable. All soft skin and hard muscle, Gabrielle whined and squirmed making both Harry and Ginny gasp and moan. Harry could feel she didn't know what to do with her hands, so he grabbed both her wrists into a hand and held her arms up above her head as far as they would go, tightening his grip enough to make Gabrielle cry out in pleasure.

Ginny could no longer hold back, suddenly thrusting with wild abandon. Gabrielle shook in Harry and Ginny's grip, screaming and crying in raucous pleasure, begging and pleading for more. She couldn't think, she couldn't move, it was everything and it was perfect.

She came.

All three cried out, Harry and Gabrielle at the climax, and Ginny snarling at the way Gabrielle's pussy clamped down on her. She was strong though, enough to push through and keep shagging away at her as the world exploded.

Tears poured down Gabrielle's face, but they werent sad, simply a release as she stared sightless, barely able to handle the overwhelming sensations. Harry had started slow but now he was fucking in time with Ginny, his other hand on Ginny's taut arse mashing all three of them together as hard as he could, grunting and whining and groaning as Gabrielle came again, and again, one climax rolling into another. Harry pushed her head into Ginny's chest to muffle her cries, and she sucked mindlessly at a nipple.

The way her cunt and arse grabbed and sucked at both members was impossible, and then Harry was coming, and then Ginny wrapped the arm that had been on Gabrielle's chest to the back of Harry's head to bring him into a deep sloppy kiss she came, massaging her tongue against Harry's as she thrust as hard as she could into a pleasure wracked Gabrielle.

Eventually things settled, all three panting and sweat slicked. Gabrielle, pressed bodily and tightly between Ginny and Harry, gurgling in pleasure between Ginny's breasts as she and Harry kissed still, slow and languid, enjoying the snog and the way Gabrielle felt pressed between them as the orgasms faded, replaced with the diffused warmth of after-glow.


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The entire wall of the Room of Requirement that faced the 7th floor corridor had been rendered transparent, one way of course. It was a safety measure Harry had thought up after the whole Umbridge disaster, and in this case allowed him to see Daphne Greengrass arriving for their first tutoring lesson.

Truth be told, Harry hadn't the foggiest what he was going to do. Every lesson he'd given the D.A. had been on singular spells, not battle tactics. Harry had been contemplating something akin to the Order of the Phoenix, but hadn't even got as far who he'd want in such an organization, let alone lesson plans. Thinking back on his own fights, it wasn't like he'd done much actual dueling.

This might have been a mistake, Harry thought a bit glumly, not even sure why he had bothered to say yes to this.

Or the way he had flirted with her yesterday. Harry was of two minds concerning that. Part of him: the part of him that reveled in Gabrielle and Hermione, and general kinkiness, the part that wanted saw something intriguing in Greengrass. In fact, it was her different-ness, her willingness, or rather her apparent desire to stand apart from the rest of the students at Hogwarts that intrigued Harry the most. The way she dressed, her makeup, her icy disdain for everyone save a few close friends, that haughty detached look that Harry wanted to watch slowly morph into pleasure filled and desperate...

It was the things that most people derided her for that interested Harry the most.

The other part of Harry, the part of him that desperately wanted things to work out with Ginny, the part of him that thought he was already really pressing his luck, wanted him to run screaming in the other direction of Daphne Greengrass' pretty blue eyes, but something pressed him on. Something that made the tips of his fingers itch.

She stopped outside the large double doors leading into the Room of Requirement, and stared for a moment. Harry watched her glance around the hallway she was in, looking confused. She spent a long moment watching the portrait of the dancing trolls on the opposite wall, before spinning neatly and testing the doorknob.

Finding it unlocked she slowly opening the heavy oak doors. She took a moment to gaze around the room, eyes wide in interest, "Where did this room come from?" she said finally, turning to regard Harry with honest curiosity.

Harry got up from the wall he had been leaning against, and walked up to Greengrass. "It's normally hidden. It was designed, well... we're pretty sure it was designed as a sort of multi-use room."

"We?" she asked, sounding very interested.

Harry gave what he thought was a rather Dumbledore-ish reply. "Just a friend of mine who's very good at Charms." Internally, Harry admonished himself, not sure how much he could trust the somber Witch before him. He would have to avoid even the most oblique references to Gabrielle. To cover, he thought a nice bout of word salad and information overload would distract. "It's got some sort of multi-space charm and can read your thoughts, or at least really loud and focused ones," Harry gazed around the room warmly, extremely grateful for its existence. "It can conjure and transfigure at will, be anywhere in the castle it wishes. Anytime a new room is created it's permanent. If there's an upper limit I haven't the foggiest what it might be, be I haven't hit it yet, and so far I must have seen at least two dozen distinct separate rooms, including one so big you can't see the walls, absolutely filled to the brim with literal mountains of old and broken junk.

Daphne's eyes widened.

"it's come in handy, that's for sure," Harry ended offhandedly. "So. You said you wanted to learn to fight."

She nodded, looking focused now.

"Well... now don't think I'm trying to get out of this, but I honestly don't think I'm all that good." She looked like she wanted to interrupt but Harry forestalled her, "I'm serious. I know a lot of people much, much better than I am at fighting. I'm probably extremely good when it comes to everyone at Hogwarts, and I don't want to sound like I'm bragging but I am top of the class in Defense, and I have spent a lot of this term practicing, but... I have yet to be really tested since last year, so I don't actually know if all this practicing has done anything useful. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, I don't know that I'll be able to teach you anything, but I'll show you what I know, and how I practice, and if you don't think it's all bullshite, you can keep joining me and we'll go from there."

She blinked, a but nonplussed. "You're very humble," she finally stated, in her almost inflection-less tenor. If she approved or disapproved, Harry couldn't tell.

Harry ran his hand nervously through his hair, "I don't mean to be, I just didn't want you having any... grand expectations. Last year, I taught a whole load of people, and at the beginning there was this really awkward assumption that I'm like... some great noble hero, when really it's a lot of luck and help. Yeah, every once in a while I have to hold my own, but most of time it's about being clever once or twice at exactly the right times."

She nodded, "I think I get what you're saying. Still, like you said you're top of the class in Defense, so at minimum, I should be able to improve that grade."

"Alright then," Harry smiled, "lets get started then. Is there anything in Defense you're not great at? Anything you'd like to work on? How's your Patronus?"

She blinked, "My Patronus? Wait, you can actually conjure a corporeal Patronus?"

Harry smirked, and rather thought he knew how McGonagall felt when she turned her desk into a pig First Year, thought of this morning when Ginny had sucked him awake then ridden him as hard and fast as she could till he came screaming into the crook of her neck. "Expecto Patronum," Harry incanted, a burst of silver jetting from his wand and coalescing into the familiar form of... of...

His Patronus had changed.

There instead of a proud buck was a lanky lioness, stalking in a wide arc around Harry before situating itself between Harry and Daphne, regarding the latter with a wary gaze.

Daphne stared back, "she's beautiful," she said in awe, reaching a hand out, but the lioness retreated a bit, and looked like she was growling, but Daphne was persistent. She squatted down, and held her hand out, palm up.

After a few seconds, the graceful cat padded up, sniffed Daphne's hand, and regarded her with open curiosity, all signs of aggression gone. Before either could react the lion leaned forward and rubbed the side of its face against Daphne's cheek.

She squeaked and fell over, the Patronus dispersing.

Harry, feeling a mite embarrassed, and somewhat mournful at the loss of Prongs, he tried to put it from his mind, extending his hand for Daphne to grab, helping her up. She hesitated only a moment before grasping his wrist.

Pulled to her feet, she took a hasty step back from Harry looking as flustered as Harry felt. She drew her wand, aiming down, "Teach me," she said simply.