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"She's beautiful!" Parvati didn't know what had made her say it but ever since the Yule Ball she couldn't keep how Hermione had looked out of her head. Nor, try though she might could she keep her eyes from following her. The fact that she was usually in form-hiding robes and uniforms didn't really matter. She'd shared a dormitory and shower room with her for four years. She pretty much knew what every inch of her year mate’s body looked like. She just hadn't thought about it before and it was driving her crazy!

Maybe it really was driving her crazy because now she could swear that the object of her affection was giving her a stare as intense as any she'd given Hermione. Her and Ginny Weasley. That was no surprise in and of itself, Hermione spent more time with Ginny than with anybody but Harry and Ron despite being a year older. In fact, she'd heard rumours about the four of them being more than just friends, mostly from Slytherins of course but still enough to send a quick, hot flash of jealousy through her. To see them, heads together and giggling made her fists clench. Then Ginny left, a sly look on her face, and Hermione got up and walked towards her. Only she didn't walk like she normally did. She didn't walk the way anyone normally did. She... slinked. Parvati wasn't even sure that was a real word but it was the only one that fit. Oddly the Indian girl found herself instinctively moving away as the other girl approached until she found herself backed against a wall.

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked, and again it was in a tone, a purr really that Parvati had never heard her use, "I thought you found me beautiful?"

"You heard me?" Parvati's own voice came out in a raspy, barely audible whisper.

"Well do you?" the other girl asked teasingly, pressing her slender body against Parvati's more full figured form. "Find me beautiful?"

Parvati found herself unable to answer because she felt Hermione's soft hand moving up her thigh and under her skirt. She knew Hermione wasn't using magic but her skin suddenly felt on fire where she was touching it.

"Yessss!" she finally gasped in answer. The maddeningly delightful hand was now between her legs and rubbing the heel of its palm on her dark furred pussy through the thin protection of her rapidly moistening panties.

"Do you want me?" her sweet tormentor asked as she slipped her fingers inside Parvati's panties and then into her slit at the same time her lips began nuzzling the soft coppery skin of her throat.

"Yess... unh... unh... yesss!"

The fingers, those oh so wonderful fingers found her clit and began rubbing and pinching.

"Ah! Oh! Wonderful, wonderful!"

"I can make you feel even better than this. If you do what I tell you," Hermione said in a tone both seductive and commanding.

"Anything! Ohhh, Shiva, anything!" Parvati screamed as she came, knees buckling. Hermione withdrew her hand, knelt beside her latest conquest and slowly licked her fingers clean of the other girl's juices as Parvati watched, hypnotized.

"Here's where I want you to go and what I want you to do," she said when she was finished.

* * *

Was she crazy? Before this she hadn't even liked Hermione. Oh she hadn't disliked her, she just hadn't thought about her all that much. Hermione had her friends and she'd had hers and that was that. Nor had she ever thought about other girls that way. Not seriously at least. Something had just clicked in her head that night. Briefly she wondered if Granger had put a spell on her but why would she? By all appearances she had viewed Parvati with the same benign indifference that Parvati had viewed her.

But what had happened Wednesday! Her knees got weak just at the memory and Hermione had promised greater pleasures yet.

Finally, searching through the less travelled halls of Hogwarts, of which there were many, she came to the door Hermione had told her about and gave the coded knock she been told to give.

The door opened but not by who she'd been expecting.

"Ginny? What are you doing here?"


"Waiting for Hermy, just like you," was the calm reply.

'Hermy,' thought Parvati, another flash of jealousy passing through her.

An awkward silence ensued.

"I'm not a lesbian," she blurted suddenly for no good reason she could think of.

"Neither are we. We prefer to think of ourselves as omnisexual. If it feels good, we do it."

"And Ron and Harry?" Parvati asked, intrigued despite herself and wondering just what she was getting herself into.

"Not quite as omni- but definitely sexual," said Ginny with a smirk and then began taking off her clothes Despite her earlier claim of heterosexuality Parvati couldn't help but be aroused by the younger girls slender, graceful form.

"Are they going to be here too?"

"Oh yes. They're bringing... guests as well."

"So what is this? Some kind of sex club you have going?"

"Nothing that formal but...." Whatever Ginny had been about to say was cut off by another series of knocks.

Ginny, now clad only in bra and panties, opened the door to let in Hermione and Victor Krum. As soon as the door was closed Hermione and Ginny had their arms and tongues wrapped around each other. Parvati stood frozen uncertain whether she wanted to break them apart and give Ginny a slap that would take her head off or to tear off her clothes and join them.

She looked aside at Victor. He too was staring at the two girls although from his face it seemed to be embarrassment, not anger at war with lust in his psyche. A mischievous thought popped into her head. Why not turn the tables and see if she could make Hermione jealous? Besides, before she'd become infatuated with the other girl she had, like half the girls of Hogwarts, fantasized about the huge Bulgarian Quidditch player and the bulging, rock-hard muscles underneath his uniform.

Right now she had one specific bulging, rock-hard muscle in mind. She turned towards Victor and cupped his groin in her hand, provoking a look of shock and a step back.

"What's wrong Victor? Don't you like me?" she asked, smiling with more confidence than she actually felt. He looked nervously in Hermione and Ginny's direction.

"That's the spirit Parvati," came Hermione's voice in contrast to both their expectations. She turned her head behind her to where her girl crush’s voice had come. Both Hermione and Ginny were now topless, Ginny's nipples a pale pink, Hermione's a deeper hue of the same colour.

Anything she might have said or done was cut off by another series of knocks.

"Ginny, do you mind?" said Hermione.

"Do I look like a doorman?" the other girl replied with a pout.

"Doorman no, door-wench maybe. Consider it your penance for not bringing a guest of your own."

"I would have brought Neville but I was afraid that he'd faint. Oh very well," she said, proceeding to the door. "Have it your way."

"I usually do," said Hermione with a smirk as Ginny let in Harry, Ron and an uncertain looking Cho. Hermione, now completely naked, came over after helping her partners disrobe.

"Harry did tell you what goes on here, didn't he Cho?"

"Well, we came down here to... talk... but I thought it would be... private"

She could tell her nudity distracted and bothered the other girl so shrugged and went over to Ron hoping that Harry and Ginny could deal with her. It would be too bad if Cho didn't join their little club but if not, then not. She only hoped the Asian girl would keep her mouth shut.

"I thought you were going to bring Fleur." The truth was, she hadn't expected anything to come of it. Maybe her plan to expand their membership had been a mistake.

"I had Harry ask. She likes him a lot more since he saved her s*ster. But I wouldn't bet on anything.

'And look at the bang-up job he did with Cho,' she thought sarcastically. Of course, that was hardly Ron's fault, in fact he was probably right about Harry having a better chance with the French girl. Suddenly she felt as if her cozy and carefully constructed lovers den was poised on the brink of an abyss.

Her mordant thoughts were cut off by the door opening without any knock and Fleur entering, followed by a smaller, more innocent looking version of herself.

"I'm only 'ere as a favour to 'arry," the French girl said, "and to further my s*ster's education."

"Education?" asked Cho, goggling at the smiling eleven-year old Gabrielle who seemed less bothered by a roomful of naked and partially dressed people engaged in various forms of embrace than she was. "Is that what you call it?"

"Oui. We are, after all, French. And we already have seen each other without clothes on."

Cho shook her head. "I'm... sorry Harry, I... I just can't." she went to the door and opened it before anyone could try to stop her. "Don't worry," she reassured the room, "I won't tell anyone."

Then she left.

"You think she will?" asked Parvati nervously. Both she and Krum were down to their underwear and had been happily exploring each other's torsos while waiting for Hermione to return to them. Now she was worried that she might lose all this before she even got it.

"No… she'll keep her word. I'm sure of it," said Harry.

"She had better," Parvati heard Hermione mutter softly as she returned to Victor and Parvati's warm embrace and a passionate three-way kiss, lips and tongues slipping and sliding over each other enthusiastically if somewhat sloppily. During the exchange she reached over to unhook Parvati's bra which the Indian girl quickly shrugged off revealing a set of breasts noticeably larger than any of the others in the room. Hermione took one in her mouth and sucked, causing her new lover to close her eyes and throw back her head in ecstasy. Victor followed suit, rolling his tongue over her dark, near-black nipple.

"Unnnh," moaned the Indian girl, dark hair swishing about her shoulders. Hermione broke off and when Parvati opened her eyes in response motioned downward with her head. Both girls got on their knees, one on either side and peeled off his briefs.

"Oh my," said Hermione gleefully, "It looks like Harry has a rival." It was true. Like Harry, Victor was built like a plow-horse.

* * *

"Oh great, now there's two of them," moaned Ron. He and the two French girls were all starkers. Fleur looked in Victor's direction then down at Ron's substantially smaller package. Not that he was really all that small compared to anyone but them. In fact he was a bit above the average.

"It eez not so bad," said Fleur, reaching a hand down to stroke him into erection. "Eet eez in fact beeger zan most of my countrymen's." Gabrielle chattered something at her s*ster in French that made her smile. "She says that she would not want such a dragon tail inside of her. She is glad it eez you who will be taking her petit fleur."

"You mean you want me to..."

"But of course. That eez why I brought her." With that the two Gallic lovelies launched a double pronged attack on him, Fleur assaulting his mouth with hers while Gabrielle got on her knees and took the head of his cock between her budlike lips.

* * *

During this Ginny had been cheerfully "consoling" Harry. She had pressed her naked form against his back, wrapping her arms around him and taking off his robe, tie and shirt while nuzzling his neck. Then she moved to in front of him, letting his arms come around her waist as her lips and hands played on his chest.

"She might come back you know," he said wistfully.

"If she does, you know I'm always willing to share," she said, one hand undoing his belt and pushing his trousers and drawers down past his hips where gravity took over and drew them to the floor. "But if she doesn't, it's her loss."

Part of Harry still longed for his Asian cutie but she wasn't here and Ginny was. As usual his genitals cast the deciding vote.

* * *

However Cho hadn't gone far at all. in fact only a couple of steps before she'd been paralyzed by a combination of shock, guilt over betraying Cedric, longing for Harry and, although she didn't like to admit it, arousal by what she knew was going on in there.

Almost against her will she found herself drawn to the door. She opened it just wide enough to look through and what she saw fed the tingling warmth between her legs that was already there. Soon, only haf-conciously her hands lifted her skirt and one went beneath her panties to satisfy the burning itch building in her crotch.

* * *

After a period of kissing each other across, over and around Victor's massive tool Hermione lay Parvati down on top of their accumulated clothes and some of the large cushions s**ttered all over the gym-sized room and began sucking and pinching at the round globes of her tits. At the same time Victor pushed two thick fingers into her slit, making her gasp with pleasure and smile in anticipation of his huge cock. Her hands stayed up, playing with the Indian girl’s breasts while her mouth kissed its way down her soft, slightly rounded belly. At the same time she felt Victor's huge penis rubbing between her firm little buttocks, not actually entering her ass, but sliding between them as they might have been her breasts if they were large enough. She liked the feeling but decided to discourage anything further. Ron's anal fixation was bad enough, though she didn't mind it for an occasional change of pace. If Victor got in there she might never be able to sit down again!

During this her mouth had proceeded down Parvati's delightfully wriggling body to the thick triangle of hair covering her slit. Hermione flicked her tongue lightly downward across her labia then upward and deeper between them.

"Ohhh... Herrrmy!" Parvati moaned.

Following that she lifted one arm off the floor, looked at Victor and directed him at her pussy.

"Ah! Now?" was the thickly accented reply. She nodded decisively then closed her eyes and clenched her jaw as he entered. It was a good thing she was used to having Harry inside her.

* * *

Meanwhile Fleur had been coaching her little s*ster in the ancient and refined art of fellatio in which she had received an Outstanding mark, the curriculum of Beauxbatons being a bit... different than at Hogwarts.

"That's right cheri, long slow licks up and down, like zees," she said, demonstrating her own championship technique while also skilfully massaging Ron's testicles. Ron for his part was more than happy to be their "demonstration model". He was also more than happy to be stroking
Fleur's smooth and perfect flanks and buttocks. He slipped a finger into her slit which was naturally hairless thanks to her veela heritage and heard her coo in pleasure.

"Oui, zat eez gooood Monsieur Ron... beaucoup... mmm. Now Gabrielle take 'is 'ead in... mmm... and suck gently, now... unh... stronger, now swirl your oh!... tongue around clockwise...now reverse. Zat's eet... ohhh... ces't bon Ron, ces't bon!" As his fingers thrust harder and faster in response to the superb blowjob Gabrielle was giving him Fleur's English got worse until she was instructing her s*ster wholly in French intermingled with moans and wordless cries. Just as Ron was building to his own explosion a sharp command from Fleur pulled Gabrielle's mouth off of him. Fleur then gently pulled Ron's fingers out of her and he watched spellbound as the two s*sters licked her juices off his fingers then joined in a hot kiss. Their hands roamed all over each other's bodies and he saw Gabrielle bite down on her lip as her older s*ster's fingers probed her tiny vagina. They came out moist.

"She eez ready."

* * *

During this Harry and Ginny had been in a tumbling clinch, rolling around on the floor until Ginny wound up on top, grinding her soaking wet panty-clad crotch against his hardness. He removed her panties and she moved to over his head. She was about to lower herself onto his waiting tongue when she saw the door open and a much chastened Cho sneak in. She had left some of her clothes out in the corridor because her robe, skirt and tie were gone and her shirt unbuttoned.

"Look who's here Harry," Ginny said sarcastically. The other two groups looked up briefly but were too caught up in their own passions to say or do anything.

Lying on the floor, facing away from the door Harry had to contort himself rather painfully but when he saw Cho his face lit up.

"Hello," he said encouragingly, "glad you changed your mind. Come here."

"Oh no she doesn't," Ginny said in a stern voice. "She ran out on us. She ran out on you. She has to pay the price," she stood up.

"Penalty?" asked Cho.

Now on the one hand Harry both really wanted and felt sorry for Cho. On the other hand her leaving had really hurt him so maybe some payback was in order. Plus he was intrigued as to what penalty Ginny had in mind. Her sexual imagination was second only to Hermione's and she'd never disappointed before. He also got up from the floor.

"She's right. Do as she says."

Now, Cho realized was the real moment of decision. She could turn around and walk out but she knew that if she did she could never come back and everything she'd seen and heard here called to her. She wanted it. Badly. What decided her was a voice at the back of her head, one she pretended she didn't hear that said that if she just did what harry and Ginny wanted then it wouldn't be her fault but theirs. It would mean that she wasn't really a Bad Girl, just led astray.

"All right," she said in a low voice, hanging her head, "I'll do whatever you want."

"Off with the shirt, and the bra. Now get on all fours," commanded Ginny, lying back down on the floor and spreading her legs. "Now crawl over here." Cho crawled nicely enough, Ginny even sensed that part of her even enjoyed being submissive, but when she was crouched between the redhead's legs, face to snatch as it were, and she hesitated.

"I'm not... I mean… I never..." the Asian girl said.

"Oh, we'll have you doing lots of things you've never done before," said Ginny with a purr in her voice. She reached down and spread her copper-furred lips.

"That's it, up and down, mmmmm, niiice, now deeper, deeper! Now Harry... unh... you get under her, take off her undies... ohgod! And do the ohh... same. Don't look at me like... thaaat... she's being a good girl... and... goood girls deserve a treat. Oh yes, such a goood girl!"

* * *

She might still not walk right for a week reflected Hermione as she built to her third orgasm under Victor's relentless pounding but it would certainly be worth it. What he lacked in imagination Victor more than made up for in power and stamina. Which was alright as she had more than enough imagination for both of them. Beneath her Parvati was also cumming, body rippling, hands clenched in Hermione's thick brown hair, sobbing and moaning in ecstasy.

After Victor had finally cum in her the three of them lay in each other's arms and Hermione saw that, amazingly, Victor was still erect. "What do they feed you in Bulgaria!?!" she asked.

Victor, whose understanding of English was better than his command of it just smiled in reply. She motioned Parvati to his other side and together they began licking his equipment clean. Soon, without even being asked, Parvati was going down on him even though she could only get about half of him down her throat. Filing away the Indian girl's fondness for fellatio for future reference and making a mental note to teach her to deep throat Hermione moved behind the dark-skinned beauty and reached around her to fondle her breasts, pressing her own tiny breasts against her bare back.

"You want him in you, don't you?" she whispered in the other girl's ear, punctuating her question with a flick of her tongue. Parvati took Victor's cock out of her mouth and nodded. Hermione didn't even bother asking the Slavic hunk beneath them what he wanted. She had learned that you could find out pretty much anything you wanted about the state of a man's mind by checking his penis and Victor's was magnificently erect.

Quickly the three lovers arranged themselves for Parvati's deflowering. Her head was propped on Hermione's belly and her shoulders on her girl crush’s slim pale thighs. When Victor entered, her face contorted with pain. Hermione was quick to distract her from it by kissing and stroking her full breast and huge dark nipples. Soon pain turned to pleasure. Hermione was glad that she and Ginny had managed to concoct a morning-after potion. After this afternoon's session they were going to need it.

* * *

Elsewhere in the gym sized room another cherry was being taken. Gabrielle lay on the s**ttered clothes as she and Ron heavily engaged in foreplay. Their lips and tongues moved frantically against each other while Ron's middle finger probed the wet, hairless slit between the young girl's legs. She let out a happy sigh as he shifted his mouth to her silver tinged nipples and aureole whose colour, like her s*sters came from being a quarter veela.

Finally Ron took his finger, moist with her juices, from Gabrielle's virgin twat and gently pushed her legs apart. Fleur got up from where she'd been watching and fingering herself. She kissed first Gabrielle, gently, then Ron more hungrily.

"Merci. After zees, whatever you want, we do." Ron's eyes immediately went to her perfect buttocks.

"Oui," the Frenchwoman said with a smile.

Ron looked questioningly at Gabrielle who just smiled and nodded. He spread her lower lips then pushed in until he could feel her hymen then pushed on through as she gasped with pain then stopped. He waited briefly while Fleur questioned her in French then, at the older s*ster's nod started up again slowly at first then settled down to a fierce pounding rhythm. Lord God, he'd never been in anything so tight! Even when he'd first fucked Ginny she had been stretched out from having Harry and anyway he'd been smaller then himself.

"Ohhh," moaned the nymphet beneath him. "C'est bon, Ron, c'est bon! Mon Dieuu!" Her tiny fingers dug into his shoulders and her coltish legs wrapped around him as she came.

He found himself being pulled up away from her. Both of them looked up resentfully to see Fleur tugging him with one hand and flourishing a jar of ointment she'd found on a shelf in the other. He was torn between the two s*sters momentarily but his nearly obsessional butt lust won out. He was gentle breaking away from the girl beneath him, kissing her long and slow on the mouth then down her neck to where he was sure that one day a pair of small but exquisite breasts matching her s*ster's would grow. Then he pulled out slowly while Fleur gently disengaged her s*ster's limbs from around him.

Tired but happy Gabrielle crawled to a nearby beanbag chair and curled up like a kitten to watch her s*ster and her new lover.

Fleur crouched before him on all fours, perfectly moulded rump up-thrust awaiting his pleasure but first he wanted to give attention to her needs, thrusting first two, then three, fingers into her glistening slit while at the same time lavishing kisses and nibbles on her ass with an almost religious devotion. It was odd. Maybe it was because of the entrancing capabilities that, because they were part veela, the girls wielded without even trying, but the usual anger that Ron brought to sex was missing. Of course it could be that the Delacourt s*sters just weren't as inherently infuriating as Hermione and his s*ster. Whatever it was he found himself actually having feeling of tenderness towards them, especially Gabrielle.

But finally he was ready. He looked at Fleur's ass with the eye of a connoisseur and declared it perfect. Tight and round with soft, silky skin but with just a hint of muscle underneath. Not big, but then Ron knew that quality always trumped quantity. He greased up his finger with the ointment Fleur had provided and slipped one finger into her pink, puckered rectum. A soft moan came from in front.

"You like that?" Ron knew that anal was not to everybody's taste.

"Ouiii," she gasped. He slipped another lubricated finger in. She arched her back in pleasure. He pulled his finger out and took advantage of her hole still gaping open by thrusting his cock into it.

"Ahhh! Oui, Ron, fuck my ass, fuck it good!"

After a few more thrusts he felt her raise her body to accommodate someone sliding underneath and soon felt someone alternating their tongue between his balls and her pussy. He looked down, expecting to see Gabrielle. Instead he was surprised to see Cho. Not that it was an unpleasant surprise by any means. Fleur certainly didn't seem to think so as she lowered her head between the Asian girl's athletically trim legs.

* * *

So how did Cho wind up there? Thusly:

* * *

"Mmmm, that's a good girl," purred Ginny as she pulled Cho's head from between her legs. But now it's time to make things up to Harry. After all, he's the one you hurt most, isn't he?"

Cho lit up at this. While giving herself to Harry hadn't been explicitly on the schedule for the evening it had been a mutually understood long term goal. Harry's face also lit up. Ginny's did not.

"Oh not that way, not yet at least," said the red-haired vixen sternly. "Stay on your knees. Harry come over here. Now suck his cock! Now!"

Once more Cho obeyed and once more she wasn't really sure why. Maybe it was simply that Ginny was sure of herself and she wasn’t. Even though she was two years older the other girl knew so much more than she did. 'Well,' she thought to herself, 'at least I know how to give a good blowjob.' Cedric had joked that it was why he had asked her to the Yule Ball. At least she thought he'd been joking.

As it turned out Ginny knew more about that too, at least when it came to servicing a cock as big as Harry's. On her own she was only able to get about a third of it down.

"It's okay," soothed Ginny. "You have to relax your jaw and just sort of let it hang." Her fingers massaged the points where lower and upper jaw met then moved to the other girl's throat. "That's it. If you try and take it all at once you'll choke, just let it slide down inch by inch. While one hand massaged Cho's throat the other stroked down the back of her neck and then down her spine. Finally the older girl had swallowed Harry almost to the root.

"Very good," Ginny whispered, sticking her tongue in Cho's ear. Now pull back slow, sucking gently all the while. Now down again, that's right. You're my good little cocksucker aren't you?" Soon the Asian girl's head was sliding back and forth smoothly.

Ginny moved to her rear and retrieved her wand from the floor. Then she touched it to her vagina and said, "Dildum superior!" Harry's eyes, which had been closed in enjoyment snapped open to see the wand not merely growing and expanding into a dildo form as he'd seen both her and Hermione do before, but moulding itself to Ginny's crotch and melding with her very flesh, giving her the ultimate in strap-ons.

Cho, caught by surprise by the feel of something hard and rigid intruding into her vagina when the only hard and rigid thing she'd been expecting was in her mouth pulled back suddenly from Harry's prick inadvertently deflowering herself.

"Ow!"

"Hush!" ordered Ginny.

"But... ow!" The second outcry had come from Ginny reaching out and pulling her head back by her long, dark hair.

"You've been my good girl until now," Ginny said with a growl in her tone. "Don't spoil things. I promise, it'll be nice.

And the truth was that the pain between her legs had faded to a dull throbbing. Once Ginny resumed her movement the throbbing grew more and more pleasant. Soon small moans and gasps were coming from Ginny's new bottom.

"You like being fucked, don't you?" asked Ginny, her hand still knotted in Cho's hair and giving a small tug, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her who was in control. Besides she had the truth on her side.

"Yes, yes I do." At this point Harry was out of her mouth but still had his cock aimed at her while he beat off.

"So are you a bad girl?"

"Yes! So sooo baad!"

"Are you a little slut?"

"Yes!"

"A whore?"

"Yesssss!"

"And whose little whore are you?"

"Yours Ginny! Yours! OHHHHHGAWD!" As she came, harry also climaxed, shooting what seemed like a gallon of sperm into her open mouth and down her throat. Although she couldn't do the same, Ginny's magic dildo made it feel as if she was and her knees buckled as she orgasmed.

As she pulled out and restored her wand to normal she saw Ron plugging into Fleur and decided to gift them with her new toy. She crawled around to where Cho and Harry both lay recovering and licked off the cum that had dribbled out onto the other girls lips and chin.

"Now my sweet little slut," she whispered, "one more task.”

"What?"

"Whatever I tell you," Ginny said, giving her a hard pinch to her cheek.

"Okay."

"Not 'okay', you say 'Yes, Mistress.'"

"Y-yes Mistress."

"Good girl," said Ginny, rewarding her new bottom with a kiss on the lips. When she told Cho what she wanted, the Asian sweetie was more than happy to comply. She watched Cho's tight little ass swaying provocatively as she crawled on all fours towards Ron and Fleur then snuggled up to the still prone Harry. Her hand caressed his chest then went south, stroking his cock back to life.

"Don't you think you were a little rough on...?” Harry started to say but was stopped by Ginny's free hand blocking his mouth.

"Shut up and fuck me," she growled as she threw a leg over him and plunged her pussy down onto his rigid member.

* * *

Finally the orgy wound down and after a round robin of kisses and hugs the foreign students had staggered off. The six Hogwarts students now half sat, half lay in a cuddle-huddle against a pile of cushions, Harry and Ginny in the center, arms around each other. The two new girls were still at work proving themselves worthy of membership, Cho massaging Hermione's feet with both hands and tongue and Parvati's head bobbing up and down Ron's cock.

Life was good.