Chapter 5: Pine Fresh
The weeks passed by in a blur for the duo. Under Daphne's tutelage their skill with Occlumency developed by leaps and bounds. Through their advancement in the subject they learned a great deal about their bond as well. They found how to raise their shield partially to 'dial in' their connection so to speak. They could limit the amount they heard the other with ease now, even to the extent of cutting off the other entirely. Though doing so was extremely unpleasant for both of them, no matter how much they practiced.
For now they kept a small wall between themselves. Only letting direct messages and each other's emotions through. While the latter wasn't necessary, they felt the sheer quiet of their minds unsettling after growing accustomed to the constant noise of the other. Just to feel what the other felt proved to a be a great comfort and one they reveled in.
Occlumency had other benefits as well. Harry felt more focused throughout the day and it was easier for him to retain information for longer. Hermione felt as if the world had slowed down around her. Her frantic thoughts slowing with it and everything seeming much calmer afterwards.
Needless to say, they quite enjoyed Daphne's teachings so far.
They practiced twice a week with the Ice Queen. Though as they spent more time around the girl, the more the ice began to melt. It was slow going at first, and while they doubt the Slytherin girl would call them best friends, Harry and Hermione liked to think they at least had her trust and respect as she had theirs. Especially as she began to help with the tournament as well.
Nothing much at first. More so just training on spell theory and a few wandless tricks prominent among duelists. Occlumency came first in their regard and Harry had been coming along quite well with his spell training on his own. Regardless though, her input was still valuable and the boy-who-lived did quite enjoy wandlessly summoning things like Luke Skywalker.
It was these thoughts that permeated Harry's mind as he ascended to the 7th floor. The session before they had finally explained their dilemma with the egg to the blonde and she agreed to help with no hesitation. It was strange to Harry. He never would've imagined a Slytherin to aide him, not without obtaining something in return. Yet thus far, Daphne has only ever offered help of her own volition. In a way it unsettled him as much as it comforted.
Seeing that the Room was already in use, Harry knocked with a short tune. It was Daphne's idea to have a secret code of some sort, though where the pureblood girl could've heard the Beatles from he had no idea.
The door swung open revealing the girl in question. She merely stood aside for him as he entered the familiar common room theme they chose. Hermione sat by the fire, having showed up 10 minutes prior. They were blocking each other today in practice, yet he could still feel her excitement and slight embarrassment the second she entered the room and was alone with Daphne.
Sending a small probe her way, the girl glanced up and sent over a quick 'Hello love' to him before turning back to her book.
"So, that's the clue for the next task?" Daphne's voice sounded behind him.
Harry turned and nodded, making his way over to the couch before sitting down. Placing the egg on the coffee table in front of him, he gestured to it.
"By all means have at it. If you can find something useful about this bloody thing then all the better."
Harry leaned back, his frustration with the tournament returning at the thought of the 2nd task. Even with the additional training he still knew he was sorely behind.
'We'll figure this out love. Daphne might know something we don't' Hermione's soft voice echoed into his mind.
Harry simply sent her the equivalent of a head nod through their bond. He could feel her worry yet there wasn't much he could do to ease her fears. He instead tried to shake himself of the dark thoughts and instead focus on what the blonde opposite of him was doing.
Daphne waved her wand over the egg, whispering to herself as she went. Every now and then she would stop and concentrate on one particular spot before shaking her head and moving on. It went like this for a while, the witch inspecting every square inch of the golden object multiple times.
Finally, with a sigh the girl reached forward with her hand.
"Here goes nothing…"
With a click the latch came undone and the familiar screech blasted out from the egg. Quickly the three teens covered their ears in pain. Daphne frantically flashed her wand at the egg and closed it with a snap. The horrible wailing finally coming to an end.
"Well that was exceptionally worse than I thought." The girl huffed.
Harry just shook his head, clearing the disorientation away. "Could have given us a bit of warning!" He exclaimed.
Daphne just shrugged and stood. She paced for a moment, once again muttering to herself. It wasn't long before she stopped once more, turning to address the other two individuals in the room.
"So, good news or bad news first?" She inquired.
Hermione glanced at Harry. He just shrugged in response leaving the decision to her.
"Bad news first." The bookworm said with a sigh.
Daphne just nodded. "That wasn't just screaming. It was Mermish, meaning that whatever the next task will be, it'll have to do something with the Black Lake. The largest colony of Merfolk in Britain live there, along with a plethora of other dangerous aquatic life…"
"Well wouldn't be an interesting tournament if each task wasn't exceedingly dangerous." Harry said sarcastically.
Daphne rolled her eyes at the remark.
"Well then it's a good thing you have me then. The Greengrass summer villa overlooks an ocean Merfolk village. Father ensured we knew how to deal with them growing up should any dare try to harm Astoria or I. I know a few tricks that I can show you."
"But even then we still don't know what the task IS! We just know the location." Hermione stressed.
"That's the good news. The egg tells us, we just can't understand it as it is. I could pick out a few words but I'm hardly fluent in Mermish. No, we'll need to listen to the egg underwater to properly understand it."
"Well then what are we waiting for?" Harry exclaimed. His frustration from this whole debacle forming a pit of impatience in his mind.
Quickly he stood and grabbed Daphne's hand. The girl squeaked in surprise at the contact but said nothing as Harry pulled her to the exit. Hermione followed right behind them carrying the egg as the Room closed and disappeared once they were in the hall.
Harry immediately turned and paced along the once more blank stretch of wall. The door reappeared, looking much the same as earlier yet when they entered, the space inside was completely changed. Instead of a cozy common room with a roaring fire, they were instead greeted by an opulent bath complete with shining marble floors and a giant in-floor tub.
"Sorta looks like the Prefect Bath." Daphne muttered.
Harry and Hermione just gave her a confused look but she just shook her head in a 'not important' gesture.
The messy haired wizard stepped forward and began turning on the various polished bronze taps. Steaming water began pouring into the tub. The water scented already with flowery soaps.
Harry didn't even hesitate before he started to pull off his clothes. Within moments he was stripped down to just his boxers. Pushing his clothes and wand to the side he turned to face the other two girls. It was then that his mind finally caught up to what he was doing.
There two girls were just staring at him. Hermione with a raised eyebrow and slightly amused expression and Daphne with wide eyes and a deep red blush covering her face.
'I know we've had fantasies about this love but I don't know if rushing into it like that is the best way to make them come true' Hermione spoke in his mind. He could feel her mirth at the situation in waves. He did nothing but wince, his Occlumency slipping slightly from his discomfort.
When it did the thoughts and images from Hermione's mind flooded into his momentarily. He was surprised to find the brunette replaying a lot of their more depraved fantasies about the blonde in her mind.
It was Hermione's turn to blush at being caught, yet even as he laughed internally at her. The sight of the bookworms imaginative sexual scenes caused his boxers to become unnaturally tight. A small choking sound brought his attention back to the blonde as she now stared at the impressive tent within his underwear.
"Sorry!" He exclaimed. In a flash, he stepped into the filling bath, the water high enough to cover his waist when he sat down.
Hermione handed the egg to him with an amused shake of her head. Yet before he could dive under the water with it the bookworm started to undress herself. He made to say something, but as the thick school robes fell from her body revealing her porcelain skin and curves his mind short circuited for a moment.
No matter how many times he saw her body, even covered by her knickers, he was awestruck. A thought that caused the goddess before him to giggle.
She did not stop at her knickers however. Instead Hermione reached down, pulling off the thin garment before deftly removing her bra as well. Now bare as the day she was born, she stepped into the bath as well. Instead of sitting next to him though, she simply sat promptly upon his lap with her hot core trapping his now fully erect cock.
Harry's questions filled her mind yet she just turned and gave him a look.
"What? It's been forever since we took a nice long bath together." She said, eased forward to wrap her arms around his neck. He could feel her breasts squish up against his chest, her nipples hardening against his skin. His still clothed cock jerked at the feeling of her nude body against his. "And I certainly intend to enjoy it." Hermione finished.
She leaned in quickly, capturing his lips with her own. Their already lowered shields crumbled at the contact. The presence of each other quickly filling them once more. Harry swore not even the most potent drug in the world could compare to Hermione's very essence filling his senses. Their kissed turned desperate, needy. It deepened until their tongues fought a war against each other, desperate to dominate the other's mouth. Hermione began to grind upon his length, drawing short gasps from the girl.
"Ahem- I'll just- uh I'll just give you two some space."
Daphne's words broke them apart and it was Hermione who spoke first.
"Daphne wait!" The blonde paused. She turned back towards them slowly. Hermione pressed on.
"We still need your help with the egg, if you're willing. The tub is big enough for all three of us, so come on. It's not like you haven't seen any of it before." Hermione finished with a chuckle.
Daphne hesitated for a moment, her head snapping to the door then back to the bath. Just when Harry thought she might bolt, the girl drew in a deep breath before pulling at her clothes as well. He watched entranced as she pulled off layer after layer of clothing. Until finally she stood before them in only her bra and panties. He assumed she would stop there as he had, but was proved wrong as the blonde closed her eyes in nervousness and pulled off the rest of the obstructive clothing in a flash.
Her breasts jutted freely out from her chest. The bulky school robes hid them well, yet now he could see just how big they were. They were larger than Hermione's, more rounded as well. Her pale nipples were like small round pebbles against her voluptuous flesh. They weren't as perky as Hermione's due to their weight but there was hardly any sag to them as well.
His eyes travelled down her body. Her stomach gave way to wide hips and full thighs. Her pubic hair wasn't shaved though it was trimmed down and tamed. Whether that was a her preference or just a pureblood thing he didn't know.
A small cough broke his attention away from her body and her grinned sheepishly up at her.
"Merlin Potter, they're just tits. You act as if you don't maul Hermione's on a daily basis." She bit out, though the still present blush betrayed her real feelings.
Harry muttered out a quick apology but the girl just shook her head and made her way to the tub. She stepped into the warm water quickly and sat opposite of them. The water was now high enough to reach mi way up their chests, partially hiding her perfect breasts from Harry's sight.
With a wave of his wand the water turned off and the splashing sounds that filled the room previously ceased, leaving the three teens in silence.
Hermione still sat atop him, her hips having never ceased their small movements. Though now she turned back to him. Pecking his lips one last time she moved herself off his lap and grabbed the egg.
"So we just need to listen to it underwater correct?"
Daphne nodded.
"Yes. It would- ah- be best if we all listened. Just in case something is missed."
Hermione hummed in acknowledgement. He sat up next to her as the three of them got ready to dive under. With a quick countdown from the brunette witch, the three of them drew in a deep breath and dove under the water. The sounds of a melodic voice singing filled their ears.
"Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you're searching ponder this;
We've taken what you'll sorely miss,
An hour long you'll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour, the prospect's black,
Too late, it's gone, it won't come back"
Once the song finished they burst out from the water's surface. For a while each sat there pondering the poem.
"So you'll have to find something in the Black Lake within an hour. That much is obvious." Daphne muttered.
Harry thought for a moment. "I suppose it'll be in the Merfolk village, whatever it is they'll take."
Daphne nodded. Her thoughts running through a million theories. Harry himself went deep into thought as well. The words of the song concerned him greatly. Yet before he could spiral too deep, a hand brushing against his thigh jerked him from his musings.
He turned to Hermione in a flash though her own gaze was facing forward towards the blonde.
'Just relax love' Her voice whispered. The bushy haired girl began to list off her own theories and questions to the Slytherin girl, yet Harry couldn't focus on that. Instead he could only focus on the slender hand that was snaking its way up to the hem of his wet boxers before it dove under his waistband.
Hermione's soft hand wrapped around his cock in an instant. She began to pump his length slowly. Nothing wild or frantic, just long slow strokes. It was pure torture and heaven rolled into one. Her hand felt amazing as it lovingly stroked his shaft yet her ministrations only caused him to grow hornier and desperate. Every now and then her thin fingers would circle around his cock head, teasing the sensitive glans and forcing soft gasps from his mouth.
Hermione herself was calm as could be. As if giving him a handjob while talking to another nude girl not three feet away was perfectly normal.
Daphne was too engrossed in her thinking to notice the small movements of Hermione's arm, nor the subtle hitch in Harry's breathing as his cock was being caressed. Hermione took this as a challenge.
Her hand started to pump him faster, sending delicious waves of pleasure through his body. The water sloshed slightly at her movements. Harry did all he could not to groan out at the wonderful feelings coming from the brunette's hand. However, Hermione would have none of it. She pushed her thoughts of Daphne and them into his mind. Scene's of the blonde screaming as he took her against the edge of the bath filled his head. Moments where she would beg and plead for his cock before he pounded her into a moaning puddle on the floor. It was all too much and Harry could not stop the deep throaty moan that left his mouth.
The Slytherin's gaze snapped to them in an instant. Her eyes widened in surprise as she realized what was happening, yet she made no move to leave. The girl sat and stared instead, watching in either shock or awe as Hermione continued stroked his cock.
Hermione took the girls motionless state as a good sign, and with a giggle quickly moved and to sit upon Harry's lap once more. This time facing the Ice Queen.
With his hormones running rampant and his mind weighed down heavily with lust, Harry didn't even fight it. He simply responded to her sudden position change by reaching down and pulling his boxers the rest of the way down.
In an instant his cock sprung up only to meet the soft prison of Hermione's cheeks. She didn't say a thing at the contact, instead choosing to sit up and position his length at her entrance. Letting gravity take hold of her once more, the brunette plunged herself down upon his cock. The heat of her walls enveloped him tightly as Hermione let out a long moan as the intrusion.
"I d-don't think I'll e-ever get used to that." She spoke softly.
She began moving her hips in a back and forth motion, grinding herself upon his cock as her slick inner walls gripped and caressed him. Hermione's breaths came out in short pants as she worked her hips. The muscles in her core contracted and twisted at the movements, working Harry's cock with small deep strokes. His length pierced so deep inside of her and Hermione wanted more.
With a grunt she began to bounce on top of him. Her ass slammed down onto Harry's thighs as his cock delved deep into her depths. The water splashed violently around them. Hermione's cries filled the air as Harry began to thrust upwards to meet her bounces.
Across from them, Daphne watched on transfixed.
Her pussy weeped at the sight and she rubbed her thighs together in a futile effort to relieve the ache she felt between them. She fantasized about that night by the lake often. Of Harry's thick cock slamming upwards into Hermione's tight cunt. The screams emanating from the girl like sweet nectar in her ear. Over and over again she had rubbed herself to shaking orgasms thinking about that night. Imagining she had joined them and they spent the evening fucking her like animals. Oh how she had wished Harry would've taken her from behind. Pounding into her ass as she devoured Hermione's pussy. She wanted Hermione's fingers delving deep into her cunt with a passion as she sucked Harry's meaty pole. She wanted to taste them both, wanted them to climax in her mouth and make her theirs. She wanted it all so bad.
And now that same scene played out in front of her again. Except this time she was just as naked as them. This time she would not hesitate.
Hermione let out a surprised gasp that was muffled by the blonde's lips as they descended upon her own. Daphne took advantage of her surprise, forcing her tongue down the bouncing girls throat. Hermione did not find it. Instead she sunk into the lusty kiss, moaning into the Slytherin's mouth as their tongues danced.
Daphne wanted more than just a kiss though. With a determination she let her hands wander, caressing and kneading the soft skin of the brunette's body. Her hands landed on Hermione's jiggling tits and she put all her focus into massaging the soft fleshy mounds.
Another moan from Hermione's lips was her prize and she took it into her mouth greedily. The bookworms fingers had wound their way into her hair and were now digging into it with a vice like grip. Her gasps and moans grew louder as she continued to kiss the blonde and clap her pert ass down upon Harry's cock. She was close to cumming and Daphne knew it. She could feel the girl's desperation for release and Daphne wanted to be a part of it.
Daphne unlatched one of her hand's from the girl's breasts quickly. She dove the appendage down until she found the treasure she sought. Daphne could feel Hermione's wetness even under the water. She could also feel Harry's powerful cock spearing into the girl's tight cunt. Her body shook in arousal at the feel of it yet she continued on. With precision her fingers found that small nub between Hermione's pussy lips. She began to rub the bundle of nerves in small circles and with a loud cry Hermione finally came.
"O-O-OHHHHH FUCK!" She cried.
Her hips slammed down one final time as she climaxed. Her walls clamping down hard on Harry's cock. Daphne kept her pace though, moving down to kiss and nip the bushy haired witch's neck as she continued to work her clit. The sharp spikes of pleasure rolling through Hermione's body nearly overwhelmed the girl. It was only when her orgasm finally started to fade and the stimulation became too much did she push Daphne's hand away.
With a groan the girl fell to the side. Her body still shook with small tremors as Harry rubbed her side.
"That was…Merlin…" She gasped out. Daphne giggled at her response before shuffling forward. Reaching out under the water her hand found Harry's still rock hard cock.
"Hermione, would you mind if I…?" The blonde trailed off.
Hermione supply waved her off as she leaned her head back on the curved edge of the tub and closed her eyes. Daphne smiled in excitement, looking up into Harry's eyes as she began to stroke him.
"You have no idea how long I've been dreaming about this."
Harry just snorted, "No idea? It's taken nearly all our willpower to not jump you every training session."
Daphne raised her eyebrows in surprise. She glanced quickly over at Hermione yet the girl was still recovering from her orgasm.
"Well then I'll just have to make sure I live up to both of your expectations." She said with a sultry grin. Pumping him a few more times she released his cock before patting the edge of the bath. Harry complied, moving to sit on the marble floor. His cock was now on proud display in the air and Daphne couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight of the meaty pole. It was one thing to see from afar, but another to have it right in front of you to do with as you please. Shivers ran down her spine at the thought.
She began stroking him once more, bringing the tip closer to her face. With some hesitance her tongue would dart out quickly to lap at the fleshy member. Harry's small moans drove her forward as she began to take longer licks. She ran her tongue from his base to the tip, swirling her tongue around the purpled head before running her tongue back down. She would stop every so often to place quick kisses on the underside of it before continuing on. On one pass up to the head she finally gained enough courage to take it a step further.
Pulling back slightly, she opened her mouth wide with her tongue out before diving down to swallow the cock. She only managed to take the first few inches, her throat being not accustomed to having a large cock enter it. Yet she did not let that deter her. With quick movements, she bobbed her head up and down the length she could take. Her hand flew up and down the rest of the shaft, pumping the warm flesh in time with her sucks.
Harry's groans were music to her ears. They fueled her movements and she would even admit to feeling more and more turned on by them. She had always heard that women who love sucking cocks were subservient and weak yet she had never felt more in control before. Simply with just her tongue she could bend the boy-who-lived to her will and that very idea made her soaking wet.
She could tell he was getting close. His grunts became louder and the hand in her hair tightened its hold. She felt excited at the prospect. She needed him to cum, to taste him.
She upped her pace as best she could. Loud slurping sounds echoed in the room as her bobs became frantic. Drool poured out between her lips as she sucked his cock like her life depended on it. She probably looked like a total whore right now, all wet and covered in drool with a meaty dick in her mouth, but she couldn't care less. She had one goal in mind and nothing would stop her from obtaining it.
With a groan Harry finally spilled inside her velvety mouth. She could feel his shaft swell with every pump of his seed that coated her tongue. There was just so much of it and she tried her very best to catch it all.
As he continued to pump his load into her mouth, Hermione suddenly sat up.
"AHHH FUCK!" She cried, her body convulsing.
In a flash Harry pulled from Daphne's mouth and was by her side. Daphne, not knowing what to do, quickly swallowed the pool of cum on instinct. Shivering at the weird feeling for a moment, the blonde too made her way by Hermione's side.
The brunette was still jerking and spasming when she got there, her eyes rolled back into her head. Harry was asking questions in a slight panic but Hermione simply clamped her hand down on his shoulder. Harry hissed slightly at her tight grip but the contact seemed to ground the girl as she slowly ceased her involuntary movements.
"C-cumming!"
Her breaths came out in short rasps after the proclamation and it took a moment for her to finally calm down enough to release Harry and open her eyes.
"I felt it!" She cried. Turning to Harry, she said it once more, "I felt it! When you came, I felt like I was the one orgasming as well, and then I actually did!"
Her eyes were alight in excitement. Though from what Daphne knew of the girl, not from sexual excitement, but the excitement of a new development of magic to study.
"So now you'll be able to feel whenever Harry cums as well?" Daphne questioned.
"I think so. Most likely only when our connection is open fully but I'm not sure. We'll have to test it!"
Daphne just scooped the last small droplets of cum from the corner of her mouth before wiping the substance on her tongue. Facing Harry, a large smirk formed on her face.
"Oh we are so going to do that ritual together now!"
Chapter 6: An Imposter In Our Midst
Daphne gripped the sheets hard. Her mouth digging into the mattress under her as she let out a muffled moan. It had been three hours so far since they started their "research" and she truly didn't know how much more she could take.
The feeling of Harry's hips slapping against her bum was drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of his hammering cock splitting her pussy in two. Her mind was practically numb at this point, her peaks of pleasure addling her thoughts with each passing minute. She lost count of her orgasms after the first hour and with a sharp squeak another flooded through her body.
"Hngggg" She ground out. Her body too exhausted to even spasm and contort from the shockwaves of pleasure. Harry didn't stop. He merely continued to pound into her abused pussy again and again, seeking his own release.
With as much presence of mind as she could muster, Daphne glanced up from the bed to level her gaze at Hermione sprawled out on a chair facing the bed. The bookworm was bare naked herself. Her legs spread wide as she furiously plunged her fingers in and out of her soaking depths. Her eyes bore into Daphne's with a lust filled stare. The blonde felt her pussy clench once more at the intense gaze and she had to claw her hands deep into the fabric below her to stable her mind.
Just as she thought she might be fine and would be able to remain conscious, Harry's thrusts started to become erratic. Whereas before, his thrusts were hard and deep with a set pace, now his hips moved in a flash. His cock mercilessly spearing her depths as hard and as fast as he could. His body was hunched over her, pushing the small of her back down and ass up into the air. His hot breath poured into her ear and the girl felt herself once more tip over the edge as the boy-who-lived did as well.
With a groan, Harry spilled inside of her. His milky white seed coating her inner walls. She spasmed slightly with her own climax, burying her head into the mattress once more as her eyes rolled back into her head. She faintly heard Hermione's own cries of pleasure, though her consciousness was fading too fast to acknowledge it. With a slump Daphne Greengrass passed out into orgasm induced sleep.
Harry panted over the girl desperately trying to catch his breath. He didn't know how many times he had came inside the girl in the last few hours but he did know for a fact that climax was his last one. With a groan he pulled out of her sopping wet cunt, a combination of their juices already leaking out of her pussy. He slumped back on the bed next to her, the blonde unconsciously snuggling closer into his side.
"W-well I f-feel like that was enough r-research." Hermione moaned from her chair. With shaky legs the bushy-haired girl rose and made her way to the bed, collapsing on the other side of their Slytherin lover.
Harry snorted as he pulled a blanket over their nude bodies and wrapped his arms over the sleeping girl.
They had tested their new found trick extensively. With today being their longest 'study' session yet. So far they had found that while having sex with each other, neither could feel the other's orgasm. Yet for some reason, when either he or Hermione had sex with Daphne, they could both feel the other's peak. It was a strange sensation though it never failed to have the other cumming within moments.
Hermione theorized it might be because they had used the marriage ritual. One that is supposed to drive a husband and wife closer through sex. Her theory says that due to the rituals intent, when one of the connected individuals has sex with an outsider, the ritual tries to compensate the pleasure imbalance and sends the feeling of the individual's orgasms to the connected partner. Thus triggering their own.
The girl was fascinated by the implications of this side effect and had practically ordered them to fuck like rabbits to truly find the limits of it. So far they found there was no limit. Not to the distance of partners, nor the amount of orgasms they felt.
"I think I'm 'researched' out for the next few days." Harry chuckled.
His hand reached out from over Daphne's waist and grasped Hermione's. The brunette just hummed tiredly and squeezed his hand back. They lay there for a while, enjoying the closeness and contact. However, Hermione's voice eventually sounded out from the quiet.
"'member we need… to t'lk to D'phne… about… ball." She whispered out tiredly. Harry made to respond yet her soft snores stayed his words. He instead lied back as well and drifted off.
His eyes snapped open at a shuffling noise outside the room. Angrily he hissed out for his faithful pet. She slithered across the ground, stalking towards the door.
Just as the ancient wooden fixture creaked open, she struck. Wrapping herself around the intruder quickly as she started to squeeze tightly. However, before his beloved familiar could feast, a familiar trembling squeak escaped the man.
With a snarl he hissed at Nagini once more, ordering her to release the incompetent fool. With a loud oof, Wormtail fell to the ground trembling in fear.
"Your usefulness only buy's you so much leeway fool. Bumble in here like that again and I will not stay Nagini from her dinner." He bit out furiously, his already little patience running thin due to the mysterious pain that wracked his body over the past month.
"Ap-apologies m-my Lord! I-I bring ne-news!"
His eyes bore into the shaking man for a moment before he nodded. Well nodded as best as this feeble body would allow him.
"Then speak fool, I grow weary of your presence!"
"T-the boy sire! The b-boy has g-grown stronger. O-our informant declares t-that Potter has le-learned not just from the m-mudblood, but now t-trains with the Greengrass g-girl as well."
He took in the rat's words for a moment before snarling. Grasping his wand tightly he jabbed it at the coward.
"CRUCIO!" He roared.
It brought him great joy to see the idiot writhe on the ground in pain. His screams like the most beautiful music. He held him under the spell for longer than probably necessary and it was only when he remembered he still needed the fool that he released him.
Wormtail's cries and whimpers still filled the room. Being a gracious lord, he allowed him to catch his breath before being addressed.
"You think I care about the boy's dalliances? I sent you to find out if Potter had anything to do with my mysterious ailment and yet you bring me back tales of his carnal conquests! Imbecile!"
Wormtail continued to shake on the ground, his body no doubt still feeling the phantom fire of his curse.
"M-my…L-lord…" He squeaked out. He took a few more breaths before continuing. "The… Greengrass's have long… been experts of obscure magic. What if… the boy learned some of this… unknown knowledge from her?"
He paused for a moment. In his pain addled mind he had not considered that. The Greengrass's were hoarders of obscure and dark magics. There was even a point many years ago when he considered forcing the old Greengrass patriarch to hand over the family grimoire. Yet he was young then and did not have the confidence of decades of experience to attack the man. The girl could potentially have taught Potter a form of magic that would harm him from afar. Yet the chances of a school girl learning the family magic this early were slim. An adult she may be, but there was no conceivable way her father would have began the teachings until she completed Hogwarts.
Still he did not become the most feared Dark Lord in history by being reckless.
"Hmm, then tell our friend to keep an eye on her. But Wormtail, if you fail me once more your punishment will be most severe…" He trailed off, red eyes boring into the trembling man.
Harry awoke with a gasp, Hermione's own cries following right after his. His head pounded heavily, the sound of blood in his ears blocking out everything else. Through the pain he was able to discern someone rubbing his back before a glass of water was shoved into his hands.
Greedily he gulped down the cool liquid. The cold helped to wake him up and ground his mind as the intense pain began to ebb away into a dull throbbing.
Another set of hands forced his glasses onto his face, and in the dim light of the fading fire he could make out Daphne's worried face.
"Are you okay?" She pressed urgently. He nodded quickly, wincing at the movement. Daphne turned her head to the side. He followed her gaze to find Hermione's naked form leaned over a table scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment.
"Hermione? Love are you okay as well?" Daphne asked again.
Hermione glanced up from her scribbling and nodded. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears yet there was a look of concern in her eyes.
"You saw it too?" Harry sounded out. "The vision with Voldemort?"
Beside him Daphne tensed at the use of the dark lord's name but he ignored it. Instead he kept his gaze level with Hermione as the girl nodded once more.
"You never told me they were that intense Harry." She said, voice thick with emotion. She sat the quill down of the table and made her way back to the bed. She quickly settled herself in Harry's lap, arms coming around to hold him tightly as quiet sobs wracked her body.
"It was horrible! I could feel his emotions, his pleasure as he tortured the rat! I hate Pettigrew for what he did but I would never revel in the pain of another human being like that. He's a monster!"
Harry just rubbed her back soothingly, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she cried. Daphne was right beside them, her own hand running softly through the girls hair. Their tale of third year had been explained to the girl along with their other adventures over the course of the last few weeks.
After a while, Hermione finally started to calm down, and with a few last sniffles her grip loosened and she slumped in Harry's arms.
"Why didn't you tell me they were that bad?" She murmured into his chest.
"Because there was nothing to be done about them."
Hermione just huffed and snuggled closer. With some effort, Harry was able to lay them back down until Hermione was cuddled firmly into his side. Daphne hugged his other side as well, bringing them all close once more.
"Do you remember it?" Daphne's voice sounded out. "I know that Harry said the dreams usually fade quickly but maybe with your connection and occlumency some snippets remained?"
Hermione just sighed before responding. "No just flashes. I ran to write down as much as I could when we woke up but it faded very quickly. The only thing I can recall is the bastard's sick joy."
Daphne just nodded before lying back once more.
"Let's try to get some sleep, no point in worrying about it tonight when all three of us are exhausted." Harry soothed.
Hermione bit her lip in thought. She knew she probably wouldn't be able to go back to sleep now and doubted Harry would too. He most likely just wanted the two of them to get at much rest as they could and he would just suffer through the rest of the night in silence.
With a huff the bushy-haired girl rolled over on top of him. Before he could even make a sound, her lips found purchase on the smooth skin of his neck. As she suckled and nipped at the exposed flesh, she began to grind her bare pussy on to his rapidly hardening cock. Harry groaned out at the contact.
A small giggle sounded from beside them. "Minutes after waking up and you're already trying to get some dick. You really are a slut Hermione."
Hermione smirked at the girl's comment. Raising her hips a bit, she reached down and positioned her boyfriend's stiff cock at her entrance. She sank down upon his girth with a moan.
"Y-you could- ah fuck!- always j-join us~" She gasped out.
She rocked her hips up and down Harry's cock, taking the meaty pole deep within her wet pussy.
Daphne just chuckled again at her offer. "I think lover boy pounded the fuck right out of me. I'm too sore to do anything other than sleep right now. Maybe in the morning but for now you kids have fun."
With a tired sigh Daphne rolled over and closed her eyes. She quickly drifted off to the sounds of her lovers pleasuring each other.
Harry ignored their conversation. Instead he chose to reach around and grab Hermione's pert ass with a rough squeeze. The brunette moaned loudly into his ear at the contact. It was one of the many surprises he found when they started having sex. His sweet, innocent, bookish girlfriend loved it rough.
Raising her ass slightly, Harry began to thrust upwards into her tight snatch. Her cries sounded out loudly for a split second before she buried her face in his neck. He paid her no mind though. Merely happy to continue to pound into her squelching pussy. Her walls gripped him tightly. His thrusting cock reshaping her insides over and over again. He could feel her tremble atop him and he had a feeling she was close to her edge. With a few more mighty thrusts Hermione finally stiffened over him before her legs began to tremble and the sweet sound of her orgasmic moans filled his ears.
He felt her juices leak out onto his abdomen, yet he kept thrusting into her. He wanted her climax to last as long as possible. Gripping her ass hard, he increased the speed and ferocity of his thrusts. His hips moved in a blur as he hammered into her soaking wet tunnel with all he had. His legs burned with the exertion, the muscles tired from fucking Daphne for so long just a few hours ago. Yet he persisted.
Hermione writhed on top of him. She made not as sound as her lungs had already expelled all their air in the form of high pitched cries and moans. Her legs shook with a force as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body and set her nerves alight. It was torture yet overwhelming pleasure at the same time. Harry's thrusting cock was not only abusing her quivering pussy, but was also pounding right into her G-Spot at this angle. The constant barrage kept her climaxes flowing right into the next and she simply couldn't keep up.
Harry himself could feel Hermione's fraying mind. He knew she was on the brink of a pleasurable bliss, yet his own climax was fast approaching. He could feel the pressure building in his loins and he needed to do something to tip her over the final edge before he erupted inside of her.
It was at that moment when his hand slipped slightly and his finger grazed her crinkled back hole. An idea entered him mind immediately at the contact and with barely a second thought, he plunged the tip of his finger into the bookworm's ass. The girl's body went earthly still at the intrusion before giving way to viscous tremors. Hermione threw her head back in a watery cry as another gush of her arousal soaked his stomach. He grunted from the feeling of her spasming walls as they clenched around his cock. The tightness of her soaking wet cunt as she came drove him wild and with a final mighty thrust upwards into her depths, he came with a groan.
The girl collapsed atop him. Her pussy keen to just sit idly and milk his seed greedily. He grunted a few more times as he finished emptying himself inside her womb. The velvety walls still contracted slightly around him, stimulating his sensitive tip.
Even as he finished cumming inside of her he dared not move. Hermione seemed to have succumbed to the pleasure and exhaustion as she passed out on his chest. He too could feel the dreariness seep back into his body and he closed his eyes without a fight. Harry drifted off to sleep once more, his deflating cock still hilted inside his love.
Harry's sleep was peacefully dreamless for the rest of the night. As it was a Friday when they went to bed, he even got to sleep in for once. Even then he only awoke once the soft wet feeling of a mouth enveloped his cock. Though he honestly couldn't complain about that.
Waking up to witness Daphne Greengrass swallowing his cock would probably be his new Patronus memory for years to come.
The girl had the audacity to wave when she noticed his eyes on her, her mouth never moving from his shaft. Harry looked around the room quickly as the blonde continued to bob her head upon his member. He searched for Hermione yet could find no sign of her. He grudgingly realized their mental wall was back up too so he could not locate her on a whim. He would have loved to search for her further, but it was very hard to concentrate when a pair of soft pouty lips were wrapped around his cock.
With a groan he lied his head back and chose to enjoy the girls ministrations. Daphne, despite growing up as a relatively sexually sheltered pureblood princess, was a goddess at blowjobs. And if what Hermione said were true, the Slytherin's oral talents encompassed eating pussy as well.
He couldn't hold back the slight jerk of his hips when the girl brought her mouth back up to the tip, simply to swirl her tongue around the sensitive head and diving back down his shaft. Every now and then she would pull off his cock with a slurp, before her mouth would dive down to capture one of his bloated balls between her lips. Her hand would replace her lips on his spit soaked shaft. She would pump him wildly while lathering her tongue all over his testicles. As soon as his cock would start to dry, her hand would leave and her mouth would plunge down around it once more.
She continued this trend for a while. Spit soaked his groin as her mouth explored every inch of his cock. She wasn't trying to tease him nor try to desperately make him cum. Instead she simply enjoyed the feeling of his cock in her mouth, something he loved very much as well.
Finally, after who knows how long, Harry pushed her head down his shaft until her nose hit his groin. With a throaty moan he released his pent up load into her mouth. Daphne took it in stride, softly rocking her lips back and forth as the head of his pulsing cock was squeezed by her tight throat. Harry erupted even harder at the feeling, spraying his molten hot cum down her throat and into her stomach. She swallowed it all greedily and only after she squeezed out the last drop did she release his dick from her mouth with a pop.
With a smirk she stood from the bed. "Well now, if you'll excuse me. I think I'm in desperate need of a shower."
She turned from the bed and started to walk to the conjured bath with an exaggerated swing of her hips. Harry was up in a flash, chasing after her. With a giggle the girl bolted, running to the shower with the lust filled boy-who-lived right behind her. It wasn't long before he had the blonde pressed up against the glass shower door as he dumped another load of his seed into her pussy
One sloppy shower sex session later the two made their way out of the Room in search of their bushy-haired lover. Unsurprisingly, they found her in the library, nose buried in a book. Daphne glanced at the small pile of books as they sat.
"Guises To Keep Them Guessing?" She muttered. "Espionage For Wizards in A Hurry? Hermione what are these?"
"Is this about the dream last night?" Harry asked as he slid into the seat next to her.
Hermione failed to look up at them but responded anyhow.
"Yes. Wormtail said that they had an informant in the castle. I've made a list for potential suspects. " She said pointing at a concerningly long piece of parchment, "But just in case it's not the obvious one's I'm researching ways to hide in plain sight. It might give us signs to look out for while we investigate. By the way a little bit of warning would be nice. Do you know how hard it is to orgasm silently in a library? Twice??"
Harry and Daphne both gave her a less-than-guilty look. The each swiftly leaned down to kiss the bookworms cheek before Daphne picked up the list with a hum. "Is this how your adventures usually start?"
Harry shrugged. "Pretty much."
The blonde rolled her eyes. She studied the parchment for a few more moments before setting it back down and crossing off names.
"These three are too stupid for something like this. She's scared of her own shadow so no for her. I'm pretty confident it's not a student at all, but if it is, it's definitely not someone below 7th year."
With a couple quick scratches the list shortened considerably.
"Now Karkaroff is a definite possibility. He's an unknown and an outsider yet close enough to the castle to keep watch."
"Professor Moody also mentioned something about Karkaroff when he talked about thinking like dark wizards. You think maybe he was a Death Eater?"
Daphne hummed in thought. "It's possible. You-Know-Who did recruit many dark wizards from the continent from the first war. Unfortunately, I don't know if he was one of them. He could just very well be proficient in thee dark arts. You won't be able to find out either as many of the Death Eater trial records were sealed a long time ago. They said it was to defend those who were unwilling parties but my father always swore it was to cover up just how many of the bastards worked for the Ministry."
"That is… extremely concerning." Hermione said.
Daphne just shrugged.
"Welcome to Magical Britain." She said tersely.
Together they looked over the shortened list some more, eliminating a few more names until just a handful remained, yet even then they all admitted Igor Karkaroff was still their best bet.
With a sigh Harry leaned back. Just when he was starting to get a grip on things, bloody fate had to step in and make things more complicated. Not only did he now have to figure out who Voldemort's informant was, but also what exactly the Dark Lord's plan was! It was headache inducing just thinking about it.
"I think that's enough for today love." Hermione said to him softly. "C'mon, how about the three of us go for a walk down by the lake?"
Harry and Daphne both agreed and together the three of the made their way leisurely down to the lake. A few people turned and stared at the Ice Queen of Slytherin walking and talking happily with two Gryffindors, yet they didn't care. They were happy enough to let people stare and gawk them. As long as they had the company of each other things were perfect.
They walked for a while. Idly chatting laughing with each other. Every now and then Hermione and Harry would juggle memories between themselves. It was a type of game they used to practice with their connection. Though Harry did think it was hilarious to toss a more lewd memory over to her instead of the innocent one she chose. For someone who could be an absolute minx in bed, Hermione still blushed quite heavily when those thoughts would invade her mind in public.
"So," Daphne began one moment as they sat on the lake's edge. "Are you ready for the Yule Ball lover boy?"
Harry groaned.
"As much as I can be. Honestly Hermione are you sure you still wanna go with me after all the times I stepped on Daphne's feet during practice?" He questioned, turning to the brunette.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh hush, you're not that bad Harry. Well… not absolutely terrible at least." The girl trailed off. Daphne chuckled at the look of betrayal on the boy's face.
"Besides, Daphne will be trading out dances with me anyway. So I'm sure my feet will get enough of a break."
Daphne's laughter stopped abruptly. She stared wide eyed at the smirking girl before turning to level Harry with a questioning gaze. His soft smile was all she needed to know.
"Y-you want me to go with the both of you?" She asked.
Harry nodded. "We'd never leave you out Daph. Not during the ball or anything else. Of course we want you to go with us."
Daphne's brilliant smile warmed their hearts and when the girl nodded, they both swept the blonde up in a tight hug.