Chapter 46

A Welcome Feast (Multi)

Harry’s boots echoed down the seventh-floor corridor, faster than they have any right to be after a long feast. His stomach was full of roast beef and treacle tart, but that’s not what’s got his pulse hammering. It’s the thought of the Den. The secret room he and the girls turned into their own private playground this year. God he’d missed it.

He rounded the corner by the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy and the blank stretch of wall was already there, waiting. He’d been hard since the train pulled into Hogsmeade, just knowing this was waiting.

He pushed the door open and steps through.

The charm hit him like always. Every stitch of clothing vanished off his body the second he crossed the threshold. His robes, shirt, trousers, pants, everything gone in a soft puff of magic, leaving him bare and already aching.

Then he looked up and actually forgot how to breathe.

They’re all there.

Eleven girls lined up on the long, low bench that runs along the back wall, legs crossed or swinging, every single one of them completely naked and grinning like they’ve been plotting this for weeks.

Ginny is in the middle, of course, red hair loose over one shoulder, freckles stark against pale skin, thighs parted just enough to make his mouth water.

Hermione sits to her left, knees together but back arched, arms braced behind her so her breasts lift, eyes dark and challenging.

Luna is on the other side, dreamy smile in place, blonde hair spilling down to her waist, one foot idly tracing circles on the rug.

Lavender and Parvati are shoulder-to-shoulder, both leaning forward a little, like they’re showing off how their matching dark skin glows in the firelight.

Padma’s beside her sister, legs crossed primly but with a smirk that says she’s anything but.

Romilda is practically vibrating with excitement, biting her lip, hands clasped between her thighs.

Susan is flushed pink from collarbones to ears, but she’s here, curves on full display and not hiding a thing.

Hannah gives him a shy little wave, then lets her knees fall open when she sees where his eyes go.

Pansy looks like pure sin, one eyebrow arched, fingers trailing lazily over her own thigh like she’s daring him to come closer.

Daphne sits at the end, cool and regal even naked, chin tilted like she’s waiting for him to bow.

And Katie, oldest of the lot, leans back on her palms with a lazy grin, muscles long and lean from years of Quidditch, legs stretched out in front of her like an invitation.

Eleven pairs of eyes on him. Eleven naked, gorgeous girls who all chose to be here, waiting for him.

Harry just stood there, cock jutting up hard and obvious, heart hammering against his ribs, and takes in the view.

“Fuck me,” he breathed, voice cracked right down the middle.

Ginny’s grin turned feral.

“That’s the plan, Potter.”

Harry could only smirk with excitement.

“Get over here, Potter. We’ve been wet since the feast ended.”

He crossed the room in three quick strides. Ginny met him halfway, grabbed the back of his neck and dragged him down into a hard, hungry kiss. Her tongue slid against his, her teeth scraped his lip, and her hand wrapped around his cock and stroked once, firm and possessive.

The others didn’t wait.

Hermione slipped off the bench and moved behind him. Her breasts pressed against his back, nipples already hard, and her fingers joined Ginny’s on his cock. Two different grips, one rough and one precise, twisted in opposite directions until his knees nearly gave out.

Luna drifted in from the side and dropped to her knees in front of him. She didn’t say anything. She just leaned forward and licked a slow, wet stripe up the underside of his cock while Ginny and Hermione kept stroking. The feel of her soft tongue mixed with their tight hands pulled a ragged groan out of him.

Lavender and Parvati broke apart from their own kiss and crawled forward. Lavender took Luna’s place, sank down on him in one smooth slide until her nose brushed Hermione’s knuckles. Parvati knelt beside her sister and slid two fingers straight into Padma, who spread her legs wider and watched Harry with dark, hungry eyes.

Romilda couldn’t stay still. She launched herself at his side, mouth latching onto his neck, sucking hard bruises while her small hand cupped his balls and rolled them gently.

Susan and Hannah had already paired off on a pile of cushions. Hannah lay on her back while Susan straddled her face and ground down slowly. Both of them moaned, the sound muffled but loud enough to carry.

Pansy grabbed Daphne by the wrist and pulled her into a messy kiss right where Harry could see every slide of tongue. Pansy broke it just long enough to smirk at him.

“Eyes on us while they suck you off, Potter. We’re only warming up.”

Katie stretched out on the bench, legs wide, fingers working between her own thighs. She locked eyes with Harry and crooked two fingers in a clear come-here gesture.

Ginny finally released his cock and stepped back, cheeks flushed, lips swollen.

“Floor,” she said, voice rough. “Now.”

Harry dropped to his knees on the thick rug. The girls moved like they had practised it a hundred times. Luna straddled his thighs first and sank down onto him in one slow, wet slide that made them both groan. Hermione pressed in behind Luna, kissing her neck, fingers sliding down to rub Luna’s clit while she rode him.

Ginny knelt in front of Luna, spread her thighs, and guided Luna’s mouth between them. Lavender crawled over and pushed Harry back slightly so she could straddle his face. She lowered herself onto his tongue with a broken moan.

Hands were everywhere. Mouths were everywhere. The room filled with slick skin, gasped curses, and the wet slap of bodies coming together.

Harry lost track of who was who for a minute. There was just heat, tight grips, someone’s fingers twisted in his hair, someone else’s nails dragging down his chest. He thrust up into Luna, licked Lavender through a shuddering orgasm, felt Romilda’s tongue join his between Lavender’s thighs for a moment before Lavender rolled off, gasping.

Pansy took her place at once, sinking down onto his mouth with a smug moan. Daphne straddled his chest, facing Pansy, and the two of them kissed sloppily above him while he opened Pansy with his tongue.

Nearby Susan cried out into Hannah’s cunt. Padma and Parvati scissored frantically on the bench. Katie had three fingers buried in Romilda while Romilda whimpered Harry’s name over and over.

Ginny came first, thighs clamped around Luna’s head, shouting loud enough that the Muffliato earned its keep. Luna followed seconds later, clenching so hard around Harry that his vision went white at the edges. He pulled out just long enough to flip Luna onto her back and drive into Hermione instead. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she screamed into his shoulder.

It was pure, beautiful chaos.

Harry had Hermione flat on her back now, her legs hooked over his shoulders. He pounded into her hard enough that the thick rug bunched beneath them with every thrust. Hermione swore into his neck, nails raking his arse, urging him deeper.

“Harder, don’t you dare slow down.”

He didn’t. He gripped her hips tighter and gave her exactly what she wanted, fast, rough, relentless. She came with a sharp yell, back arching clear off the floor, and Harry clenched his jaw to keep from following her over the edge.

Ginny was already waiting when he pulled out. She shoved him onto his back and climbed on without a word, sinking down in one slick drop. Her head fell back, red hair sticking to her sweaty neck.

“Missed this cock,” she muttered, rolling her hips slow at first, then faster, harder. “Been too long.”

Harry chuckled between breaths, “Gin, we had sex like two days ago-“

Ginny just moaned in reply, shutting her eyes as he filled her up.

Luna crawled over and straddled Harry’s face again, facing Ginny this time. The two of them started kissing while Luna ground down on his tongue and Ginny rode him like she was trying to prove a point.

Lavender and Parvati had Romilda pinned between them on the bench. Lavender sucked marks across Romilda’s breasts while Parvati’s fingers pumped steadily inside her. Romilda whimpered, legs trembling, begging in little broken gasps.

Susan knelt up, Hannah behind her now, one hand between Susan’s thighs and the other twisting a nipple. Susan kept glancing over at Harry, biting her lip like she was counting the seconds until her turn.

Pansy had Daphne bent over the arm of a sofa, three fingers buried deep, thumb working quick circles. Daphne tried to stay quiet and failed miserably, her gasps turning into proper moans every time Pansy curled her fingers just right.

Padma sat on Katie’s face, riding slow and steady, hands tangled in Katie’s hair. Katie worked herself with one hand while her tongue stayed busy, drawing muffled noises from Padma that echoed around the room.

Harry lost it when Ginny clenched around him deliberately and Luna came again on his tongue. He grabbed Ginny’s hips, thrust up hard a handful of times and spilled inside her with a groan that felt like it started in his spine.

Ginny climbed off with a smug grin, his come already sliding down her thigh. She smacked his arse lightly. “Up. Plenty more waiting.”

Hermione had recovered enough to drag him over by the wrist. She pushed him down onto the bench and straddled him reverse, sinking down slow so he could watch himself disappear into her. Then she started bouncing, fast and hard, using his knees for leverage.

Lavender crawled over and knelt in front of Hermione, kissing her deep and messy while Hermione rode. Harry reached around and rubbed Lavender’s clit because it was right there and he could.

Susan finally got her turn. She eased Hermione off with a gentle push and took her place, facing Harry this time. Her breasts bounced as she rode him hard. Hannah pressed in behind her, kissing her neck, fingers sliding down to rub Susan’s clit in quick circles.

The room was nothing but noise now: moans, wet skin slapping, although there was some laughing breathlessly when Romilda squealed because Parvati’s tongue had just done something wicked.

Harry lost track of who had come and who still waited. All he knew was that nobody was sitting still and he had never been so turned on his whole fucking life.

Harry knelt in the middle of the rug, chest heaving, cock slick and aching but still hard. The girls had formed a loose circle around him, close enough that he felt heat radiating from every direction. Nobody spoke much anymore. Just panting and the wet sounds of fingers still moving, mouths still kissing.

Ginny stepped forward first. She pushed him flat on his back and straddled his face without a word. She was already soaked again, thighs trembling. Harry grabbed her arse and pulled her down hard, tongue sliding straight inside her. Ginny groaned and ground forward, smearing herself over his mouth and chin.

Hermione moved in next. She knelt over his hips, lined him up and dropped. One smooth motion took him to the root. Her head fell back and she started riding fast, hard bounces that slapped loud in the quiet room.

Luna and Romilda crawled in on either side. Luna took his left hand and guided his fingers between her legs. She rocked against them slowly. Romilda did the same with his right, little needy whimpers escaping every time he curled inside her.

Lavender and Parvati dropped down together and latched onto his chest. Lavender sucked hard on one nipple while Parvati bit and licked the other until he arched off the floor. Padma joined them, kissing Lavender deep while Parvati reached down to rub Hermione’s clit where she kept slamming herself onto Harry.

Susan and Hannah lay on the floor beside them locked in a sixty-nine, loud and messy. Susan’s moans vibrated against Hannah every time Hannah’s tongue flicked just right.

Pansy and Daphne straddled his thighs behind Hermione. They took turns sliding fingers alongside Harry’s cock whenever Hermione lifted up, stretching her wider and making her swear through clenched teeth. Katie knelt at Harry’s head, leaned over Ginny to kiss her hard, then dropped lower to suck on Ginny’s breasts while Harry kept eating her out.

It was too much and still nowhere near enough.

Hermione came first. She slammed down and ground hard, walls clamping around him so tight his vision went blurry. She barely rolled off before Susan pushed in, sinking down with a broken moan. Hannah followed instantly, straddling his face beside Ginny so he suddenly had two of them riding his tongue, taking turns, thighs shaking.

Romilda was close, riding his fingers like she would die if she stopped. Luna had already come once and just kept rocking, soft breathy noises floating down.

Ginny came hard on his mouth, thighs locked, shouting his name. The second she rolled off Daphne took her place, sinking down and riding his face like she owned it.

Susan’s bounces turned frantic. Hannah’s fingers worked her clit mercilessly and Susan came with a loud cry, clenching so hard around Harry that he couldn’t hold back. He thrust up once, twice, and spilled deep inside her with a rough groan muffled against Daphne.

The rest collapsed in waves. Romilda squealed and soaked his hand. Luna shuddered through another quiet climax. Pansy came just from grinding against Daphne’s thigh while Daphne still rocked on Harry’s tongue.

After that it went quiet except for panting and lazy kisses and the occasional soft laugh.

Harry lay flat on his back, covered in sweat and come and eleven different girls. Someone’s fingers stayed tangled in his hair. Someone else traced slow circles on his chest.

Ginny’s voice drifted down from where she lay half across his legs.

“Welcome back to Hogwarts, Potter.”

Harry grinned up at the ceiling, absolutely spent and ridiculously happy.

“Best fucking term yet.”