Hogwarts Adventure (Ch. 16)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

Hogwarts Adventure

Chapter 16

Harry Potter stretched out on his unmade bed and took in the show. The light from the crackling fire danced over the bodies of Hermione and Daphne as they pranced around his suite in what barely counted as panties. That was all they wore. They wore no bras, no shirts, just the laciest, smallest scraps of fabric Hermione or Daphne could have possibly owned. Neither did a single thing to hide her chest, so every time they bent over, their tits flopped and jiggled, and Harry got a full view.

Hermione’s breasts were full and perky. They were bigger than they looked under her blouses and were topped with nipples that were the lightest shade of pink. Each one was still dotted with faint love bites from their morning romp. Daphne’s were just as perky but a bit paler, and she’d left a lipstick print from Hermione on her right one that she’d apparently forgotten about. They didn’t seem to notice, or maybe they did notice and just didn’t care. He could’ve watched them forever. If Hogwarts didn’t make a habit of shipping its students out at Christmas, he’d have volunteered to stay behind just for mornings like this.

“Hey, Harry. Are you ever going to get up, or do you prefer to lie about all day and ogle?” Hermione gave him a look, but she wore the tiniest, most self-satisfied smirk.

“I’m considering my options,” Harry said, tucking his hands behind his head. “I’m pretty sure I know which I prefer.”

Daphne threw her hair up in a messy bun, exposing the elegant line of her neck. “This from the man who spent an hour last night whining about how there’s never enough time to do the things you want to do. Now you won’t even leave bed?”

“Not when there’s scenery like this,” Harry grinned wickedly, staring at Daphne’s hard, pink nipples. He truly meant it.

The sight of them both bouncing around the room was enough to make his cock throb with need, and the girls knew it. They made a show of bending over, exposing their pillowy cheeks, and letting the flickering light paint their luscious curves. Daphne’s hips were borderline criminal. She had a narrow waist that flared out to a ridiculously round bum. The green lace of her panties was wedged between her cheeks, leaving nothing to the imagination. Hermione’s body was equally sexy in how her panties cupped the taut, damp lips between her legs. Both had marks from last night’s fun, and that alone made Harry want to do it all over again.

“Honestly,” Hermione huffed, and she picked up her wand and flicked it at the pile of her books. The spines lined themselves up, but she had to bend over the bed to get the bottom one, and her ass pointed right at him. He wolf-whistled at the sexy sight. She turned, shot him a glare, and then deliberately arched her back just a little more before straightening up.

“You’ll give him a heart attack if you keep that up,” Daphne said, sidling over to Harry’s side of the bed. She sat down beside him, close enough that her breast brushed his arm. He reached out and traced a finger along the underside of Daphne’s thigh, just below the hem of her panties. Her skin was smooth and warm, and she shivered at his touch.

“You’ve got a one-track mind,” Daphne said.

“Says the girl who’s topless in my bed,” Harry said with a knowing smirk. Daphne snorted and crawled into his lap. She planted a small, soft kiss on his nose.

Harry caught her hips in his hands, enjoying the way she settled onto his thighs. His cock pressed up between her cheeks, straining beneath his boxers. She wiggled, and he groaned, the sound low in his throat.

“Do you want another go?” Daphne asked, eyes alight.

Hermione rolled her eyes, but she was grinning, too. “We’ll never leave this room at this rate.”

Harry’s hands squeezed Daphne’s hips. “That’s not my problem.”

He reached up and cupped her breast, enjoying the weight of it in his palm. Daphne let out a soft little purr, then twisted in his lap to give Hermione a meaningful look.

Hermione shook her head. “Don’t even. I’ve got packing to do.”

“You say that like you don’t want to,” Daphne teased.

“I’ll want to after I finish getting packed. I’ve got so much stuff that needs to be put away.” Hermione made a big show of her exasperation, but her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples were hard as pebbles.

Daphne leaned down, pressed her lips to Harry’s, and kissed him gently. Harry returned it, slipping his tongue past her lips, and she sighed into his mouth. Hermione, not to be outdone, walked over and perched herself on Harry’s other side. She put her hand on his thigh, just above the waistband of his boxers, and squeezed.

Daphne pulled away. “We’re going to miss you,” she said, suddenly quiet. Hermione leaned in and kissed him slower, with more longing. When she finally pulled back, she pressed her forehead to his.

“Yeah,” she said. “We really are.”

The moment hung, soft and sweet. Harry let himself enjoy it. He was going to miss them, too … more than he’d like to admit. He cleared his throat. “It’s only for a couple of weeks,” he said.

Hermione made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. “It’s two weeks without you pawing at us constantly. How will we survive?”

Daphne rolled her eyes, but she bit her lip in a way that was almost shy. “You can always come and visit,” she said. “My grandmother won’t care. Well, she might … but you can talk your way around her.”

Harry smiled and tickled the sensitive skin behind her knee. “If you’re promising me a repeat of this every night, I might just apparate straight to your room.”

Daphne snorted. “I knew you had a filthy mind.”

Hermione looked at him, her expression softening. “You’ll really stay at the Leaky Cauldron?”

He shrugged. “I haven’t got anywhere else to stay. I’ll ask the Goblins about getting a house, but in the meantime, the Leaky Cauldron will do. Besides, Tom will let me have the good room.”

“Maybe we should visit you,” Hermione said, and she sounded like she was only half joking.

“You’d have to sneak out, wouldn’t you?” Harry asked. “Both of you?”

Hermione shrugged. “Not really. I’m an adult, remember?”

Daphne’s hand slid into his boxers and gave his cock a playful squeeze. “Or you can just wait, and we’ll take care of you next term.”

Harry’s breath caught in his throat. Daphne smiled sexily and pulled her hand away, standing up and giving her bum a little wiggle as she did. Hermione stood too, stretching her arms over her head, causing her breasts to jiggle.

“You two are impossible,” Harry said, but he was smiling. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched as they both wandered around the room, picking up random bits of clothing, makeup, and books.

They started to dress, each piece of clothing going on with deliberate slowness, like they wanted to give him one last show before their time apart. Hermione pulled a blouse over her head, then lifted it to show him her bare breasts one last time before buttoning up. Daphne shimmied into her skirt, her sexy hips bouncing from side to side, then turned around and flashed him a look as she zipped it. She was still topless, and she took her time finding her shirt. It was one hell of a sight.

When they were finally presentable, they both walked over to the door. Hermione paused, then turned and walked back to the bed. She bent down, hugged him tight, and whispered, “We’ll write. Both of us.”

Harry chuckled and hugged her back, burying his face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her warm, lavender scent. “This isn’t goodbye just yet, Hermione. We’ve still got the train ride … remember?” Harry said as he brushed his lips against her hot skin. 

“Oh, yeah … I forgot,” Hermione said sheepishly, blushing madly. 

He kissed her neck softly and then let go. Daphne was next. She straddled his lap for one last, lingering kiss. This time, she really kissed him, her tongue diving deep, and Harry’s hands found their way to her ass, squeezing hard. Daphne moaned into his mouth, and her hips rocked against him. She pulled back, face red and lips parted. “I mean it,” she said. “Come visit me.”

Harry, still holding her hips, said, “I may just do that.”

Daphne pecked his lips, gave his cock a fond little squeeze through his boxers, and slid off his lap. She picked up her bag and slung it over one shoulder, grinning at Hermione. She then turned back to Harry. “Now, hurry up and get ready so you can escort us to the station.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Harry replied, saluting. 

They both waved as they stepped out the door, giving Harry one last view of their curves before the room was quiet again. For a second, he just lay there, staring at the ceiling, his body thrumming with sexual energy. Then he reached down, adjusted himself, and tried to think of anything other than the taste of them on his lips.

Hogwarts Adventure

The Hogwarts Express hummed down the tracks, lulling most of the students into a trance of sweets, magazines, and post-term exhaustion. Harry, for his part, was in the best seat in the train, wedged between Hermione and Daphne, his arms draped lazily over both their shoulders. By then, the girls were so comfortable with him that they’d stopped pretending any of this was just friendly.

Hermione, as always, went without a bra, so her tits moved with every little jostle of the train. On his right, Daphne had on an open-collared blouse with five buttons unfastened. Her bare thigh was pressed firmly against his, and she had a tendency to lean in for a kiss whenever she thought he might be bored. Harry was anything but bored.

He’d let his hand drift down Hermione’s bare thigh, fingers drawing lazy circles along the soft flesh, while his other arm snaked up under Daphne’s blouse, palming her tit and pinching the nipple just the way she liked. He loved the contrast between their bodies. Hermione’s body was warmer, and she had a little more meat on her bones. Daphne’s body was taut and a little firmer to the touch. Harry had just begun further exploration when the compartment door slid open.

Parvati Patil leaned in with a cheeky smile. “Can I borrow Harry for a minute?” Her voice was as smooth and sweet as melted chocolate. She wore a white tank top that was practically see-through and a skirt so short it made Daphne’s seem matronly by comparison. Her hair was up, earrings swinging, and her nipples were two perfect dots under the fabric.

Hermione rolled her eyes as Harry’s fingers toyed with the edge of her panties. “Take him, he’s impossible.”

Daphne’s mouth twisted into a smirk when he pinched and rolled the hard tip of her nipple. “Bring him back in one piece.”

Parvati winked at them. “No promises.” She crooked a finger, and Harry found himself standing. He followed her out into the corridor, leaving the girls to exchange knowing glances behind him.

Out in the hall, the sound of the train was louder. Parvati walked ahead of him, hips swinging, and her skirt barely covered the bottom curve of her ass. Harry watched the fabric ride up, exposing smooth, light brown skin. He wondered if she wore anything under it. He certainly hoped not.

Parvati stopped just out of sight of the compartment, spun, and pinned him with a look. “You’re incorrigible,” she said. “Feeling those poor girls up with no remorse. Have you no shame?” she asked teasingly. 

“Jealous?” Harry asked, stepping closer.

She bit her lip, which only drew more attention to her mouth. “Maybe.” Her voice was soft. “But that’s not why I wanted you.”

“Then why?”

Instead of answering, she turned and marched down the length of the carriage, motioning for him to follow. He did, watching the flex of her legs, the line of her calves, and the little dimples above her knees. The train rocked, and she used the movement to press her ass against his crotch, grinding for half a second before moving away.

Harry caught up, slid a hand down the curve of her waist, and rested it just at the edge of her skirt. “You’re trying to drive me wild … aren’t you?” he whispered.

She leaned back into his chest. “So what if I am?” She let her head fall back onto his shoulder, eyes closed and lips parted.

He couldn’t resist. He dipped his hand down, beneath the hem, and cupped her ass, squeezing. Parvati gasped and shuddered, but didn’t protest. Instead, she arched her back, pushing herself into his hand. She led him to a compartment near the back. Harry’s heart thudded with anticipation. Parvati turned, pressed her back to the glass, and pulled him in for a kiss.

Her mouth was hot and hungry, her tongue probing, and her lips insistent. Harry felt her hands everywhere. They were on his chest, in his hair, and tugging at the waistband of his trousers. He responded in kind, running both hands up under her skirt, and kneading her ass while one finger slipped beneath the elastic of her panties. She broke the kiss, panting, her cheeks flushed. “Not out here. Inside.”

They stumbled through the sliding door together, and Parvati all but collapsed onto the seat, her legs spread and her skirt riding up. Harry paused to take her in.  Her hair was messed, her tank top was hiked up to her ribs, and her tits rose and fell with each shaky breath. Her panties were white and nearly transparent from the wetness. He dropped to his knees and pressed his face between her thighs, kissing the sensitive skin and feeling her tremble beneath him. Parvati tangled her fingers in his hair, pulled him closer, and whispered, “Tease.”

Harry laughed and pressed a single finger against her covered slit. She was soaked, the lace sticking to her skin. He inhaled deeply, breathing in her womanly scent. He then moved the fabric aside and slid his tongue over her clit. Parvati bit down on her own hand to keep from moaning too loudly. He worked her with lips and tongue, building her up but never letting her tip over the edge. After a minute, he pulled back and grinned up at her. “You wanted to talk?”

Parvati glared, then sat up, pulled her panties down, and tossed them aside. She pulled him onto the seat and straddled his lap, grinding against his covered cock, and whispered into his ear, “You’re such an ass.”

“Tell me something I don’t already know,” Harry chuckled, his hands roaming up her sides. She kissed him again with desperation, and Harry let himself be devoured. For a moment, nothing else mattered except the two of them. Then the door slid open behind them.

“Oi!” Padma stood in the doorway with an expression that was equal parts exasperated and amused. Next to her was Cho Chang, who was blushing furiously. “Get a room,” Padma said, but she was grinning.

Parvati, unbothered by the sudden intrusion, adjusted her top and grinned back. “I already did.” She slid off Harry’s lap and patted the seat beside her. “Come in.”

Harry managed a sheepish smile. Cho avoided his eyes while blushing madly, but Padma eyed him like he was a tasty piece of meat. Cho sat down on his right side, and Padma sat next to her.

"What’s the occasion, ladies?" Harry asked, giving Parvati’s leg a playful pat.

Padma snorted, crossing her legs so the skirt hiked up even more. “You’re the occasion, Harry.”

Cho managed to meet his eyes for a split second, then blurted, “It was Parvati’s idea.”

"Of course it was," Harry said, grinning. He slid his hand to the very top of Parvati’s thigh and squeezed it. 

Parvati leaned in conspiratorially, tugging her tank top even lower. “You know what’s funny?” she asked, letting one strap slip off her shoulder. "Cho here says she’s better at sucking cock than me. She says she could make a bloke cum faster than I could. Imagine the nerve."

Cho gasped, “I didn’t say … !”

"You did, and now you’ve got to prove it," Padma said, voice syrupy-sweet. She put an arm around Cho’s shoulders, pulling her closer and giving Harry a full view of the mostly unbuttoned blouse barely clinging to her body. Cho’s tits sat high on her chest, pressing proudly against her tight blouse. Her nipples were so hard they pressed tiny peaks into the soft fabric. She didn’t even try to cover herself.

Harry let his gaze drift to Padma, who was staring back with a faint flush on her cheeks. When he locked eyes with her, she uncrossed her legs slowly, letting her skirt ride up until she flashed him a glimpse of smooth, completely bare pussy. He blinked in surprise, then shot her a smirk. She grinned back.

"So," Parvati continued, laying her hand atop Harry’s, guiding it higher on her thigh, “Since you’re the only bloke we know who’s not worthless, we thought you should be the judge.” She batted her eyes at him. “Unless you’re too tired? Maybe Hermione and Daphne wore you out?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “If you wanted a real challenge, you could’ve invited both of them to join us.”

Padma giggled, and Cho blushed even deeper, which seemed physically impossible. Parvati leaned closer, her lips grazing the shell of his ear. “Don’t tempt us.”

Harry took his cue, standing and letting Parvati slide down to her knees in front of him. She looked up, eyes glinting, and made a show of tugging at his belt. Cho watched, frozen, until Padma nudged her off the seat.

“Go on,” Padma whispered.

Cho hesitated, then knelt next to Parvati, her hair falling in a glossy curtain as she looked up at Harry. Harry undid his belt, popped the button, and let his trousers fall to his ankles. His boxers tented outrageously, and Parvati licked her lips as she hooked a finger in the waistband.

“Merlin, Harry,” she purred, “Were you always this big, or did the Ministry experiment on you or something?”

He smirked. “I eat my vegetables.”

Cho bit her lip, then reached out and helped Parvati ease the boxers down. His cock sprang free, and for a second, Cho just stared, her jaw slack. Parvati recovered first. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, pumping once, twice, then angled the head toward her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, not even trying to hide her satisfaction when Harry’s breath stuttered. Parvati moaned around Harry’s cock, the vibration making him hiss in pleasure. "Your turn," Parvati said, pulling off with a pop and smirking at Cho.

Cho swallowed hard, looked up at Harry, and then leaned in and pressed her lips to the tip. She started slow and tentative, then flicked her tongue across the bottom of his head, tasting him. The embarrassment faded as she got into it, and she went deeper, taking more into her mouth until her nose was almost pressed into Parvati’s cheek. Parvati put a hand on the back of Cho’s head, guiding her, and Cho didn’t resist. If anything, she pushed forward, desperate to prove herself.

Padma cheered them both on. Harry let his head fall back, bracing his hands on the windowsill, feeling the heat build between his legs. Cho pulled off, coughing, her eyes watering from a lack of oxygen. "Sorry," she gasped.

Parvati laughed, then went right back in. Her lips glided down Harry’s length, tongue teasing along the vein. Cho joined her, and suddenly it was a real competition. Two sets of lips and two hot tongues worked in tandem, trying to outdo each other. Padma slid closer, her hand reaching up to cradle Harry’s balls, rolling them gently as her own breathing quickened. She watched Parvati and Cho with open admiration, then looked up at Harry. He rested a hand on each girl’s head, guiding them, and let the pleasure wash over him.

For a moment, he wondered if anyone outside the compartment could hear. The thought made it even hotter. Cho, emboldened now, sucked him deep, her lips forming a tight seal around the head, while Parvati licked up and down the shaft, her hand never slowing. They swapped, Parvati deep-throating him until she gagged, then Cho following suit, each trying to make him moan louder than before. The girls built up a rhythm, swapping every few seconds while their mouths worked in perfect sync. Harry fought to hold out, but it was a losing battle. Finally, Cho pulled off, panting, “Did I win?”

Parvati grinned, wiped her mouth, and said, “He’s not finished yet. He always takes ages.” Harry removed his clothes and sat down on the bench. 

He looked down at the two beautiful girls kneeling between his legs, their mouths glistening and their eyes hungry, and said, “I could get used to this.”

Parvati squeezed the base of his cock and grinned up at him. “Get ready, Harry. You’re about to see what we can really do.” Parvati wasted no time. She gripped Harry’s cock like it was her birthright, holding it steady at the base while Cho Chang squared her shoulders for round two. Parvati taunted her with a sly, “Let’s see if you can take at least half of it this time,” and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the head before letting Cho at it.

Cho inhaled shakily and slid her lips over the tip, going slower now, learning the shape and taste. She worked her tongue under the ridge and up the slit, drawing a sharp intake from Harry and a gleam of triumph from Parvati. However, Parvati wasn’t going to be outdone. She let go only to squeeze his balls, then dipped down and tongued them. Her hand stroked his shaft while Cho bobbed her head as she tried to take more with every effort. She gagged once, coughed, and Parvati snickered, “I told you, he’s a monster.”

“Shut up,” Cho gasped, then forced herself back down, determined.

On the bench, Padma curled up under Harry’s arm, watching with a rapt, dreamy look while her hand wandered beneath her own skirt. Harry slid his hand over to join hers, pushing the fabric up and exposing her bald, slick lips. He parted them with two fingers and stroked lightly, feeling how wet she already was.

Padma trembled. “You’re going to make me … oh!” Her breath hitched as he slipped a finger inside, curling upward.

Cho, her mouth stuffed full, made a strangled sound as she tried to push even deeper. Parvati, not to be outdone, replaced her lips with her hand and began to pump him in time with Cho’s bobbing head. The two girls’ heads moved in a perfect, furious rhythm.

Harry gripped Padma’s thigh, spreading her further, and rapidly fingered her. His thumb circled her clit until her legs trembled. Her wet, silky walls clenched around his fingers, dripping slick drops of arousal onto his hand and the seat. Down below, Cho was close to her limit. She pulled off with a gasp, wiped her chin, and panted, “You’re enormous.”

Parvati cackled and seized the chance to take Harry in, going all the way down until her nose mashed against his stomach. She held him there, moaning, then pulled back with a showy, “That’s how it’s done.”

Cho refused to be outdone. She dove in again, this time slobbering along the length, working both hands up and down in twisting motions that made Harry moan in pleasure. He had to brace himself on the seat just to keep from thrusting into her mouth.

Beside him, Padma’s pussy clenched around his fingers, a warm, greedy grip that squeezed tighter every time he massaged her swollen, little button. She whined into his shoulder, biting him to muffle her squeals as she came, the muscles in her legs spasming. She slumped against him, but he didn’t stop stroking her. Padma squealed and squeezed his hand between her legs.

“Looks like you already finished off one of us,” Parvati teased.

Cho’s only answer was to open her mouth, eyes locked with Harry’s, and take him in again, deeper than before. He could feel her throat fluttering around the head, tight and hot. Parvati knelt next to her, licking the base and his balls, then leaned over to whisper, “Ready to lose?”

Padma, still shaking, reached down and started to stroke Harry herself, her fingers slick with her own juices. He groaned out a ragged, desperate sound. The three of them were working him in a way that had the cum in his balls churning. He tried to focus on the contest, but every second brought him closer to the edge.

Cho’s technique was relentless. Her lips formed a perfect seal while her tongue lapped at the underside. Her hands twisted in opposite directions, all while she bobbed up and down faster and faster. Parvati went for slow, deep, luxurious sucks, drawing out every sensation while swirling her tongue and keeping eye contact and smirking at him the whole time. Harry’s balls drew up tight, the pressure coiling in his lower belly. Padma whispered, “Go on. Cum for them. Fill their pretty mouths, Harry.”

That nearly did it. Parvati sensed it, too. She clamped her lips just under the head, sucked hard, and stroked with both hands in a dizzying spiral. Cho was right there, mouth open, tongue out, eager to taste the first drops. Harry’s vision went white at the edges. He grunted, “Here it comes, Parvati … Cho …” he declared and shot the first spurt right onto Parvati’s tongue, the next onto Cho’s lips, then the rest deep into Parvati’s throat as she milked him dry. Cho slurped up the remainder, licking it off her lips with a delirious little giggle.

Padma clapped, her own pussy still dripping onto the bench. “I declare it a tie,” she said. “You both win.”

Parvati wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned to Cho, who looked shocked and faintly giddy. “You’re better than I thought, Chang.”

Cho grinned shyly. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Harry slumped back, spent but smiling goofily. “Next time, maybe warn me before you drag me into a den of depravity?”

Parvati laughed. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Padma nuzzled into his side, and for a moment all was quiet save for the hum of the train and the sound of four hearts beating wildly. However, the challenge wasn’t finished … not by a long shot.

They’d barely caught their breath before Parvati peeled off her tank top, tossing it onto the pile of discarded clothing. Her tits were round and perfect, and her nipples were dark and already hard again. She didn’t bother putting her skirt back down. Instead, she shimmied out of it and straddled Harry’s lap, completely naked.

Cho watched, her eyes wide and sparkling. She, too, seemed emboldened by the contest. She unbuttoned her blouse all the way, shrugged it off her shoulders, and let it slide to the floor. Her body was flawlessly smooth. Her slim waist flared to elegant hips, and the dark triangle above her slit was shaved neatly. She kept her skirt on, but it bunched at her hips, showing everything beneath. Harry stared between her parted legs. Her wet slit looked incredibly tight. 

Padma, still pressed to Harry’s side, caught Cho’s gaze and smiled. “He’s good, right?”

Cho blushed, then nodded. Harry reached out and ran his palm up Cho’s thigh. She shuddered but didn’t pull away. When he touched her dripping wet pussy, she gasped and spread her legs wider, inviting him in.

Padma whispered, “Let him warm you up.”

Parvati ground her wet lips against his cock, getting him hard again with slow, rolling grinds. “Don’t take too long, Harry,” she purred. “We’re all dying for it.”

Harry slipped two fingers into Cho, feeling her shudder and arch her back. She was snug and hot, clamping down hard, but she rocked into his touch, letting out little needy cries. Padma moved behind her, kissing her neck and running gentle hands up her sides, soothing and encouraging.

Parvati got off him and pulled Cho over to take her place. Cho straddled his lap, and Parvati guided Harry’s cock to Cho’s entrance and pressed the tip against her pussy. “Don’t worry,” she whispered to Cho. “He’ll be gentle.”

Cho nodded, cheeks flushed with excitement. Harry eased into her, just the head at first, waiting for her to adjust. She tensed, then relaxed, and he slid deeper, feeling her walls flutter and hug every inch. Cho whimpered, but she didn’t ask him to stop. Instead, she took his hand, holding it tight, and bit her lip cutely. Parvati kissed Cho’s cheek, then nibbled her earlobe. “You’re doing amazing, love.”

Padma stroked Cho’s hair, murmured, “It’s about to start feeling really good. Let it happen.”

Harry pumped slowly, letting Cho guide the pace. She squeezed his hand, then moved her hips, grinding herself further down on his shaft. He could feel her clit throbbing as she rubbed it against him, and her pussy was growing wetter with every thrust. She came surprisingly fast. She shuddered and then let out a desperate, animalistic moan that tore from her throat and bounced around the tiny compartment. She squirted hard, the clear liquid splattering onto the seat and Harry’s lap, and she collapsed forward, gasping for breath.

Parvati cheered, “Well done!” and helped Cho back onto the seat, stroking her back and kissing her neck.

Padma let out a low and sultry laugh. “My turn,” she said, and climbed onto Harry’s lap, impaling herself on his cock with a single, practiced motion. Harry held her hips, thrusting up into her. Padma rode him hard, her tits bouncing with every stroke. She looked down at him, her hair in her face, her eyes shining, and mouthed, “Fuck me.”

He did, driving up into her, feeling the heat and pressure build all over again. Parvati and Cho took turns kissing while Harry’s hands explored every inch of Padma’s sexy body. They were on her ass, her thighs, her nipples, and her clit. Padma lost control almost instantly, cumming with a cry and milking Harry for all he was worth.

Parvati, not to be upstaged, straddled Harry next. She slammed herself down, taking him all the way, and rode him with wild abandon. Her pussy was tight, slick, and silky as her walls hugged his shaft and fluttered around him. She fucked him hard, slapping her ass against his thighs and digging her nails into his shoulders. The pleasure was brutal, overwhelming, and Harry knew he wouldn’t last. Parvati squeezed his face between her hands, staring into his eyes as she bucked on his cock, and whispered, “Cum for me, Harry.”

He groaned and came, filling her with hot, pulsing spurts of cum. She kept grinding, milking every drop from his bloated sack. It didn’t take long for her to orgasm as well. She collapsed onto his chest, both of them drenched in sweat and stickiness. Cho snuggled up to his right, Padma to his left, and Parvati sprawled across his lap. All three girls were beaming and glowing with triumph.

Harry, dazed and grinning, looked at the mess they’d made. There were splatters of pussy juice on the seat, and a pile of discarded panties on the compartment floor. He stroked Padma’s arm, kissed Cho’s forehead, and squeezed Parvati’s waist. Parvati mewled cutely and squirmed in his lap while he was still buried deep inside her. They all lay together, chests rising and falling, and tangled in a heap of bodies and limbs. For a long moment, no one said a thing.

Then Parvati broke the silence. “So who won?”

Padma grinned cheekily. “I think Harry won.” Harry couldn’t argue with that. The three girls giggled, and Parvati began bouncing on his cock again. 

The Hogwarts Express rumbled on, carrying them toward London. Harry promised himself that he would have the best Christmas ever, and it certainly started on the right foot.