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Ron Weasely snuck along one of the less travelled corridors of Hogwarts on his way to a rendezvous with his s*siter and lover, Ginny. For precaution's sake he wore Harry Potter's invisibility cloak, which he had snitched at his s*siter's request and donned after leaving the more crowded parts of Hogwarts. After all, it would hardly do to have an unseen presence bumping into people. Finally he reached the room that Hermione had dubbed "The Chamber of Eros", Ginny called "the Love Room" but that he and Harry just thought of as "the Sex Place."
When he got in, Ginny was waiting impatiently, watching the door, lying on the collection of blankets and cushions the quartet had pilfered over the months to make it more comfortable. He really wished they had an actual bed but not even Hermione had been able to figure out how. Fred and George, masters of skulduggery that they were, might have managed it, but none of them dared let anyone else in on their secret.
He had hoped to sneak up on her but of course she saw the door open and close and knew instantly who it had to be.
"Well it's about time, now take that off. And everything else while you're at it," she said with a smirk. She had used the time waiting for him to take off her clothes and put her robe back on so that as she got up and approached her br*ther he was titillated by delicious flashes of her bare flesh.
"What do you want it for?" asked Ron as he took off the cloak.
"Hermione wants it. She wants to visit Harry tonight. Now give it here."
"Why should I?" he teased, holding it out of the reach of his diminutive sibling.
She pressed her naked body against him as she answered, "Because I'm your little s*siter and you love me." Her hand reached into his robe and started rubbing between his legs. "Because you're my big... oh so big," as he started to harden and grow, "br*ther and I love you." She pressed even closer, rubbing her peach fuzzed crotch against his leg and in a husky whisper said, "and because I'll let you fuck me up the ass."
This did it. Ron liked sex any way he could get it, but from the first time he had butt-fucked Hermione he liked the rear entrance most of all and until now Ginny had only let him through the front door.
The two quickly removed his clothes and Ginny picked up a small vial of oily substance Hermione had given her. She rubbed some on Ron's fingers. "Now some on my bum hole." After this he took a moment to enjoy the sight of his s*siter's fine, round, tight ass raised into the air, waiting for him. He wasn't sure whose was better, her’s or Hermione's but he would have been happy to spend an hour or so comparison shopping.
Finally he thrust first one then two fingers into his s*siter's butt, pumping them in and out to the accompaniment of his s*siter's gasps and groans. He realized that she was enjoying herself more than either of them had expected her to. It seemed as if anal fixations ran in the f*mily.
He placed his member at her butthole and pushed in to a squeal of mingled pain and pleasure.
Perhaps it was because they were expected to behave like proper young ladies at all other times but both Ginny and Hermione had a tendency to swear like dockworkers during sex.
"Fuck! Oh yeah big br*ther fuck your little Ginny! Oh, my ass wants your cock soooo bad! Ram it in, ram it!"
"You know... unh... little s*siter what trading sex for... God you're tight... this cloak makes... fuck, so good... you?"
Ginny lifted her face from the pillow she had it buried in and smiled back at him. "Your little whore?"
"Yeah."
"So fuck your little whore, Ron, FUCK her!"
With that urging, Ron's cum was soon leaking out her asshole.
As the two inc*stuous lovers dressed, amid frequent kisses and caresses Ginny reflected that she would probably keep Ron on a diet of anal sex. He liked it more than the normal kind, she liked it almost as much and it avoided the problem of getting pregnant by her own br*ther. Hermione had managed to con her mother into a prescription for Muggle contraceptives with a story of irregular periods and shared it with her friend but accidents did happen and if she was going to have a baby she was determined that it would be Harry's.
Finally dressed, Ron went down to evening meal and Ginny went to meet Hermione in the Gryffindor girl's dorm where she passed her hard earned gains to Hermione.
"How did you like it?"
"It was wonderful," and Ginny told her of her plan.
"Brilliant. Maybe this will encourage Ron to pursue more front side sex with me. Oh, don't get me wrong, it's nice enough every now and then for a change but I like it the more conventional way. Anyway, Phase One is complete.
* * *
Harry Potter stirred uneasily in his sle*p, then bolted awake. He felt something gripping his crotch. It felt somewhat like a spider but seemed to
only have five "legs". He soon realized that it was a hand but he couldn't see it or what it was attached to.
'Whoever or whatever it belonged to must be friendly,' he thought because it was stroking up and down his penis in a very friendly fashion. Then he heard a giggle that he recognized.
"Hermione," he whispered. "Is that you? Why can't I see you?"
Suddenly, Hermione's smiling face appeared next to his bed. "You should keep better track of your invisibility cloak Harry."
"How did you get it?"
"Ron 'borrowed' it as a favour to Ginny. I needed it to talk to you."
Harry reflected that perhaps Ron and he had rubbed off on her a little too much. This was a prank worthy of Fred or George. Although he would have objected a lot more to one of them climbing into bed with him, but not too much, as the still invisible Hermione was doing. It was very odd to see his bottom half seemingly disappear under the cloak.
"I need a favour. I want you to go with me to Myrtle's bathroom."
"Why?"
"It's a surprise. Trust me, you'll like it." As she said this he felt Hermione pull down his pyjama bottoms.
He did trust Hermione but couldn't see anything good coming from visiting Myrtle. "Why should I? What will you do if I don't?"
"Absolutely nothing... and neither will Ginny." That was a dire threat. He had learned to love sex even more than Quidditch. Being cut off would be awful.
"And if I do?"
"I get to try something new on you." Recently Hermione had found and secretly watched an old video she had found of her father's called Deep Throat which she suspected her mother knew nothing about. She proceeded to demonstrate her newfound knowledge. Slowly, she took Harry's extensive cock not merely into her mouth but into the depths of her throat until she reached the root. Not merely her mouth but her throat muscles massaged his member.
The effect on Harry was electrifying. The only thing that kept him from screaming out in ecstasy was the fear of waking his year mates. Mere creaking of the bed or muffled groans would just be put down to his wanking off, a not uncommon event in the dorms.
Hermione worked her way back up and continued sucking and licking on him until he was on the verge of coming
"Anything," he gasped. "Anything you want."
At this point Hermione had only his cockhead in her mouth, her fist firmly grasping at the root of his member, cutting off his sperm from emerging, although she could barely get her hand around it. At his affirmative, she released her grip, swallowing the white stream that resulted.
"Meet me there after classes. You won't be sorry." With that his lover girl gave him a quick kiss on the lips and a friendly stroke to his balls and departed.
* * *
Hermione and Harry entered Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, Hermione carrying a spray bottle she had taken from the waste bin next to Hagrid's garden shed, cleaned and filled. Harry was clearly reluctant to be here.
"Myrtle? Myrtle, are you here?"
Myrtle, a round-faced ghost of about fifteen in appearance (though she had been dead for over fifty years now) appeared from her stall, pouting as usual.
"So you're here. Why should I care, when you've ignored me all year? And now you're going to leave again, for the summer leaving poor, poor Myrtle all alone and deserted."
Both Harry and Hermione rolled their eyes and Harry whispered, "Why did you bring me here exactly?"
"You'll see," she looked at the ghost and said, "If I was going to keep my promise, I had a lot of research and work to do. But I'm here now and I brought Harry along to join in the fun."
'Fun?' Harry wondered. ‘What involving Myrtle could possibly be construed as fun?’
"Now float down Myrtle so you don't fall." Hermione was brandishing the spray bottle. "Now spin around."
Obeying, the ghost spun an inch or so over the floor as Hermione sprayed a thick greyish liquid over her, being careful to cover her completely.
"Oh dear, that wasn't quite what I had intended."
Myrtle's clothes covered with the spray had, to Harry's astonishment, turned solid as had her hands, head, and part of her legs. But the rest remained ghostly. Quite inappropriately Harry noticed that, naked, Myrtle was not the overweight and unattractive girl he and Ron had always assumed she was. Oh she was heavier than either Hermione or Ginny but her figure was quite nice, Juno-esque, with much of the weight being nicely curved and showing up spectacularly in a large pair of breasts.
Meanwhile Hermione was trying to calm a weeping Myrtle. "Now, now, it only went wrong because your clothes covered you. Let’s try again." And this time, indeed all of Myrtle in her naked glory was made flesh. Hermione caught her as she staggered to the ground.
"Oh," said Myrtle. "I feel...everything. I forgot what it was like." A tear, for once of joy, came to her eye. "The air, the floor, it all feels so... so…"
and then she noticed Hermione's hands on her back and just below her breasts and blushed. Then smiled. Hermione took this as encouragement to move her hands to Myrtle's breasts and to give her a long slow kiss which ended with Myrtles tongue trailing out of her mouth, still trying for one last taste.
Harry, finally comprehending what Hermione had brought him for started removing his clothes. Myrtle blushed at the sight of him naked, especially at his huge and erect member.
"I... I never... well, not even... well... anything," she said shyly.
"Now Myrtle, this is something that Ginny and I both had to cope with. And I know you've always had a crush on Harry, that's why I brought him here. Besides, I'll be here to help."
"How long..."
"About ten inches," interrupted Harry, jokingly.
Once again Myrtle blushed furiously. "Nooo! I meant how long does the potion last?"
Hermione answered, "Roughly an hour, so we had best get down to it, hadn't we?"
With these reassuring words she moved the reluctant ghost to the floor, where Harry joined them, his lips eagerly roaming over her large breasts while his hands massaged her large, firm buttocks. As he did this Hermione disrobed and happily joined her partners. With Harry on one side and Hermione on the other, Myrtle was sunk in a sea of sensation as their hands and lips covered her body.
"Would you like me to teach you how to eat a girl, Myrtle?" Hermione asked. "Like Ginny and I did to each other?"
"Oh yes! And could Harry do it to me too?"
"Certainly," Hermione straddled Myrtle and slowly lowered her crotch down on Myrtle's face, while Harry licked his way down her Juno-esque body.
"Now do you remember how to eat ice cream? It's like that at first. Up and down my slit. Oh, very nice," she lowered herself a little more. "Now go deeper, while still licking. Ohhhhh, yesss! Very good! Now in... Oh... and out! Yeah! Now find my button find it! Oh God that's so good."
During this time, Harry, not wanting to break Myrtle's concentration had skipped over her slit and started working up her legs from the knees, especially intent on licking up the cream flowing from the ghost girl. As Hermione bucked and writhed in pleasure he inserted his own tongue into Myrtle's vulva. The effect was startling as Myrtle's legs clamped onto his head and one hand came off from caressing Hermione's thighs to pull his head deeper. Fortunately he could still breath and so continued, thrusting his tongue in and out to causing Myrtle to moan in a way never quite heard before from her. When he flicked his tongue across her clit, she could no longer concentrate on Hermione and went quickly into orgasm.
"OOOOOOOOH, SOOOOO GOOOOD, SOOOO GOOOOD! MORE HARRY! MORE!" It was fortunate that the area outside Myrtle's bathroom was nearly as seldom travelled as the actual place itself or their activities would surely have attracted an audience.
Myrtle, unused to physical sensation, collapsed, shaking. Hermione and Harry massaged her quaking form until a semblance of calm returned.
"That was... that was... I swear I'll never be mean to either of you again!"
"And the best is yet to come," said Hermione, grinning. She leaned forward across Myrtle's body, taking every opportunity to rub against her while she spread the ghost girl's legs and Harry arranged himself in front of Myrtle's hole. She and Harry shared a deep kiss as he prepared for the long overdue task of making her a woman. She then lay down next to her newest lover, stroking and kissing her face, neck and breasts to distract her from the coming pain.
Fortunately, the pain was minimal, Myrtle being older and somewhat larger than either Hermione or Ginny. Only a small grunt of pain came from her, encouraging Harry to plunge his cock into her fast, furiously and repeatedly, to her enthusiastic urgings. Her arms wrapped around Harry and her fingers dug into his back.
"Oh, Harry! Yes! Pleeease! Mooooore!"
At the same time, Hermione was alternating kisses with both her partners finally straddling Myrtle's face once more while Harry's hands and lips travelled her upper body.
Finally the literal love triangle came to a moaning, screeching climax.
With Harry on one side, and Hermione on the other Myrtle asked, "Couldn't you put more on me to keep me like this longer, Hermione?"
"I'm afraid not. The parchment I got this from warned of 'unpredictable side effects' if the subject was dosed more than once in a two month period. For all I know it might turn you into a three headed troll and we don't want that. But we should have enough time for another go. If Harry is up to it?"
And of course he was.
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