Chapter 35

Girl-Power (Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood and Cho Chang)

*ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18*

Ginny stepped into the Den with a grin already tugging at her mouth.

She thought Harry would be here. That was the idea. That was the plan. Her body was buzzing with it. She’d practically been dripping in Charms just thinking about it.

But he wasn’t.

The usual warmth hit her—clothes gone, air thick, skin flushed in seconds—and she paused near the entrance, scanning.

No Harry.

She sighed, not annoyed. Just… horny as fuck.

And then she heard it.

Low. Wet. Constant.

Her head turned.

The sofa. Long, low-backed, deep red velvet. Perfect view of the room, perfect for showing off—and right now, occupied.

Ginny stepped closer.

And stopped.

Fucking hell.

Cho's head was buried between Luna's silky thighs.

Not gentle. Not quiet. Deep. Her shoulders moved with it, full rhythm, her hands gripping Luna’s hips like she was trying to anchor herself while she licked like a girl with something to prove.

And Luna?
Luna looked blissed.
Eyes half-lidded. Mouth open. Hands in Cho’s hair. Her whole body moved with every grind of Cho’s mouth against her pussy—slow, rolling, completely gone.

Ginny blinked.

Cho shifted lower. Her tongue clearly hit just right, because Luna’s whole back arched and she let out this soft, breathy moan that sent a bolt straight between Ginny’s legs.

Luna whimpered. “Yes… there… fuck—yes…”

Cho growled against her.

Ginny’s breath caught.

That wasn’t some shy little tongue-flicking. That was deep-to-deep—Cho’s whole face was in it, mouth and chin soaked, licking like she was obsessed. Her hips were rocking against the cushions too, grinding like she needed friction bad.

Luna rolled her hips again, fucking herself against Cho’s mouth. One hand drifted up to her own breast, squeezed.

“Gods,” she whispered, voice barely there, “you’re so deep—so deep, don’t stop—please don’t—”

Ginny didn’t move. Just… stood there.

Watching.

She didn’t feel awkward. Not in the Den. No one did.
She just felt hot.

And when Luna’s legs tensed up and she grabbed Cho’s hair with both hands, moaning like she’d break if Cho stopped?

Ginny’s hand was between her thighs without thinking.

She palmed herself, slow, lazy, biting her lip as Luna came—shaking, panting, moaning Cho’s name like it was a spell.

Cho pulled back only when Luna forced her to. Her face was soaked, lips red, pupils blown.

Ginny was panting too now. Quiet. Pressed against the wall. Watching Cho slide two fingers inside Luna, drawing another gasp from her while kissing the inside of her thigh.

Luna’s head rolled sideways—and her eyes locked with Ginny’s.

They both froze.

Then Luna smiled.

“Hi, Ginny.”

Cho turned—saw her too—and didn’t stop moving her fingers.

Ginny blinked.

“Hi.”

Luna giggled. “You can join, if you’re feeling… left out.”

Cho hadn’t even paused. Her fingers were still inside Luna, pumping slow and deep, knuckles glistening. Her tongue trailed up the inside of Luna’s thigh again—teasing—as if Ginny wasn’t even standing there.

But Luna was watching her now. Not just watching—inviting. Her smile was lazy, warm, utterly wrecked.

Ginny blinked once. Then stepped forward.

“Make room,” she said.

Cho looked up just enough to smirk, then shifted slightly to the side. Her fingers didn’t leave Luna. They just curled, pressed, made Luna gasp again.

Ginny climbed onto the couch—slow, deliberate, letting the Den’s warmth slide across her bare skin. Her hand brushed Cho’s shoulder as she settled behind Luna’s head, legs folding under her.

Luna looked up at her, dazed.

“I was hoping you’d say yes,” she whispered.

Ginny smiled. “You looked like you needed a bit of help.”

She leaned down, kissed her.

And Luna moaned into it—soft, breathy, needy.

Ginny kissed her slow at first. Let their lips slip, part, tongue tasting her. Luna tasted like sweat and magic and Cho. Her hands came up instinctively, wrapping around Ginny’s arms like she was clinging to the moment.

Ginny pulled back just enough to murmur, “She’s got you open already, hasn’t she?”

Luna nodded, cheeks flushed. “So deep…”

Ginny kissed her again. Then looked down, past Luna’s twitching body, to Cho’s fingers.

“Add another,” Ginny said.

Cho’s eyes glinted. “Thought you’d never ask.”

She pushed a third finger in—slow, deliberate. Luna cried out, head tipping back into Ginny’s lap. Her thighs shook.

Ginny stroked her hair.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.”

Luna was in heaven now. Whimpering. Fingers clinging to Ginny’s thighs while Cho fingered her deep and fast, curling with purpose, mouth kissing around her clit in dizzy little patterns.

Ginny watched it all. Felt the twitch of Luna’s moans against her legs. Saw the way Cho’s mouth worked like it was starved.

And fuck—Ginny was soaked just watching.

She reached down with her free hand, finding her own heat, rubbing slow, just enough pressure to make her sigh.

Cho looked up. Saw it.

“You touching yourself?”

Ginny didn’t break eye contact. “Wouldn’t you?”

Cho chuckled. “I already did. Twice.”

Ginny smiled. “Then I’ll catch up.”

Luna’s moans were building again. High, rhythmic, broken.

“Fuck—please—I’m close—Cho—Ginny—don’t stop—”

“We won’t,” Ginny whispered, stroking her cheek. “Let go.”

Cho sucked her clit—hard. Fingers thrusting fast now. Perfect rhythm.

And Luna exploded.

Her whole body spasmed, back arched, breath gone, a single, high moan that stretched into silence. Her cunt clenched hard around Cho’s fingers, her legs trembling violently as she came and came and kept coming.

Ginny held her through it. Kissing her softly. Stroking her hair.

Cho pulled back finally, dragging her fingers out slow—wet, glistening, soaked.

She licked them clean without a word.

Ginny raised an eyebrow. “You’re sexy.”

Cho grinned. “You like it.”

Luna blinked up, breathless. “Can I keep both of you?”

Ginny laughed, fingers still lazily circling between her own thighs.

“Only if you return the favour.”

Ginny smiled as Luna still whimpered from below, her orgasm dragging out.

“Your turn, Weasley,” she said, eyes locked on Ginny’s hand still resting against her own heat.

Ginny raised an eyebrow, still stroking herself slow. “You think you’ve earned the right?”

“I made her scream,” Cho said, nodding at Luna, who just gave a dazed thumbs-up. “I think I’ve more than earned it.”

And before Ginny could answer, Cho moved.

Cho spread her legs as Ginny asked, and she moaned under the Ravenclaw's touch. She barely got the words out before Cho leaned in and licked a long, deep stripe up her pussy.

Ginny gasped. Loud. Immediate.

“Fuck—Cho—”

“Mm.” Cho grinned, licking her lips. “Strawberry. Knew you’d taste good.”

Then she dived in.

No preamble. No slow build. Just tongue and heat and filth. She licked like she meant it—wide, firm strokes at first, then circling her clit with just the right amount of pressure to make Ginny twitch.

Ginny moaned, hips rising to meet her mouth. “Fuck—Merlin—you’re good at that—”

Luna giggled weakly from her pillow. “Told you.”

Cho didn’t answer. Her mouth was busy—deep now, tongue pushing inside, then back up to suck gently at Ginny’s clit, fingers already sliding in like she’d mapped Ginny’s body from memory.

Ginny’s back arched. Her fingers tangled in Cho’s hair. Her moans got sharper, faster.

She wasn’t the moany type, usually. But Cho was fucking good. Every movement was deliberate, tuned to every gasp, every twitch. Her fingers curled at the perfect angle, tongue flicking in time, sucking, circling—

“Oh—fuck, Cho—shit—don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—”

Cho growled into her, and Ginny lost it.

She came hard, legs shaking, voice catching in her throat, cunt clenching around Cho’s fingers with a slick heat that soaked both of them.

Cho didn’t pull back. Not until Ginny whimpered, “Okay—okay, I’m done—I need a minute—”

Even then, she licked her lips, eyes smug as hell. “You’re welcome.”

Ginny laughed, breathless, sprawled flat across the couch like she’d just been hexed.

Luna crawled over, nuzzling into Ginny’s side. “You moaned louder than I did.”

“Shut up,” Ginny said, still smiling. “Not bad, Chang.”

Cho stretched, fingers wiping her chin. “Thank you.”

At the side of the room, though, something changed.

The door shimmered open.

Ginny didn’t hear it at first. She was too busy kissing Luna, tongue lazy, hand between the blonde’s legs again just because she could. Cho was still sitting back, licking her fingers, wearing the kind of grin that said she’d sleep well and dream dirty.

Ginny looked up—

—and smiled.

Harry was standing there.

Completely naked, as always.

Ginny. Flat on her back. Flushed. Wet. Still twitching.
Luna, lips swollen, hips rocking against Ginny’s fingers.
Cho, sitting with her legs parted, cum on her thighs, face smug and still flushed from eating them both.

Harry tilted his head.

“Well, fuck me.”

Ginny sat up halfway, breathless. “You’re late.”

Harry walked forward. Calm. Unbothered. Cock already hard as fuck from the sight alone.

“This what happens when I leave you girls alone?”

Cho smirked. “We got bored.”

“I can see that.”

He didn’t stop walking until he was standing in front of Ginny. She was still sitting on the couch, legs open, her fingers shiny.

Harry looked down at her.

“You gonna explain?”

Ginny met his gaze. “They got here first.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And you just fucked them?” He said mockingly.

She smiled, slow. “I thought about you the whole time.”

Harry groaned, hand already stroking his cock as he looked over all three of them.

Cho licked her lips. “You joining us, Potter?”

“Eventually,” he said, eyes still locked on Ginny.

Then he stepped forward, and kissed her deeply. Tongue in, filthy. Her moan was instant, hands grabbing his arms, hips grinding against the air.

When he pulled back, she was panting again.

“Please fuck me,” she said.

Harry nodded. “Anything for you, dear.”

Harry pulled her to her feet, spun her around, and bent her over the couch. Luna moved aside with a dreamy little smile, watching as Ginny braced herself on the cushions, arse up, legs already dripping.

Harry didn’t waste time. Ginny gave him the go-ahead, so he lined up and pushed in.

Ginny screamed.

“FUCK—yes—Harry—”

Cho bit her lip. Luna whimpered, reaching down to rub herself again.

Harry grunted, hips slapping against Ginny, thrusting hard, fast, ruthless. One hand tangled in her hair. The other on her hip.

“You taste like Cho,” he muttered as he thrust forwards.

Ginny moaned, managing a reply just-about. “You jealous?”

“No. Just fucking harder because of it.”

Cho moved beside them. Watched up close. "You gonna fuck us all, or just her?"

Harry didn’t even slow down. “One at a time.”

He leaned forward, growling into Ginny’s ear.

“You first.”

He continued to pound her. His thick cock slammed into her dripping pussy again and again and again. Her cries filled the room as the two others looked on in awe, fingers deep in their own cunts.

"FUCKKKK-" Ginny screamed.

Her walls clenched around him as his hips moved with pace. Harder and harder with each thrust.

"I'm gonna-" Ginny didn't even have time to warn Harry before she clamped around him like a vice, her walls gripping his member with force. Harry kissed her neck as she rode out her orgasm, before taking a deep breath out. God had she enjoyed that.

Ginny slumped back onto the sofa, her whole body twitching.

Harry had just finished inside her—deep, hard, loud—and she looked absolutely fucked. Hair wild, skin flushed, cum already sliding down her thigh. Her breath came in little gasps, lips parted, hands still gripping the cushions like the room was spinning.

And Harry?
Still hard.
Cho watched him. Sitting on her knees now, licking her lips. She looked starved.

“Well?” she said, tilting her head. “Is it my turn now, please be my turn?”

Harry looked down at her. “You’ve been anything but patient.”

“I still deserve it. Please fuck me.”

He grinned.

“Then come her.”

Cho crawled to the center of the room like she was made for it. Got onto her hands and knees, arse up, back arched, legs parted just wide enough to be obscene.

Cho pushed back into him and her soaked pussy engulfed him

Cho howled, arching her back, hair falling in her face. Her whole body rocked forward with the force of the first thrust.

“Fuck—yes—Harry—fuck me like you mean it—”

He didn’t answer. Just fucked her.

Each thrust loud, wet, perfect.

Her arse bounced with every snap of his hips. Her tits swayed underneath her, nipples hard, mouth open in a constant stream of moans.

Ginny watched from the couch, dazed and glowing. Luna lay beside her, fingers idly stroking herself as she watched Cho fall apart with pleasure..

Harry leaned forward, gently grabbing Cho’s hair, pulled her head back.

“You wanted this?”

“Yes—yes—fuck, yes—”

“You wanted to show off earlier?”

Cho tried to nod, but it turned into a moan when he drove in even deeper.

“You like being watched,” he hissed. “You like when Ginny sees what a filthy little mess you are.”

Cho moaned, thighs trembling.

Ginny smiled. “She really, really does.”

Harry didn’t stop. Didn’t slow.

He was a machine now—relentless, claiming her, making her sob into the velvet cushions.

Cho was breaking. Trembling. Hands slipping on the fabric.

“Harry—fuck—I’m gonna—please—”

He growled. “Come. Let them hear it.”

She screamed.

It hit her like a wave—legs locking, pussy clenching around him so hard he nearly came with her. Her whole body shook, breath catching, sweat dripping down her back as she collapsed beneath him.

Harry pulled out just in time, panting, cock twitching.

Luna reached up lazily. “Still one left, you know.”

Harry turned to her, eyes dark, cock still hard as ever.

“Get on your back,” he said. “I’m ending this with you on the ceiling.”

Luna lay back slowly, her hair fanned out like a halo, body still humming from the afterglow of earlier. She looked up at Harry, lazy and unbothered, her fingers resting lightly on her stomach.

“I’m ready,” she whispered. “Take me to the stars.”

Harry didn’t hesitate.

He straddled her, cock still dripping with heat, and ran his hands up her thighs, spreading her wide, wide, like he planned to explore every inch.

“She’s unreal,” Ginny murmured from the couch, still sprawled, eyes half-lidded.

“She floats when she comes,” Cho added from the floor. “You’ll see.”

Luna smiled. “Only if he does it properly. Can you please fuck me already Harry.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Properly, huh?”

Then he slammed into her.

Luna gasped—high-pitched and sweet, like it surprised her—but her legs immediately wrapped around his waist, hips lifting to meet him.

He started slow. Deep. Letting her feel it all.
She was soaked already. Tight and hot and welcoming in that way Luna always was—like her body was made to take pleasure and give it right back.

Harry groaned. “Fuck, Luna—how do you feel like this every time?”

She didn’t answer with words.

Just moaned. Loud. Airy. Spine arching as he hit something perfect inside her.

Then he fucked her harder. Harder.
Hips snapping. The couch creaking. Her body bouncing with every thrust.

Luna gasped. “Yes—Harry—fuck me—fill me—I want you deep—deeper than anyone—”

“You’re getting all of it,” he growled. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”

Cho crawled closer again, one hand drifting between her legs as she watched. Ginny followed, kissing Luna’s throat as Harry pounded her harder, faster, until the sounds in the room were just breath and skin and wet, shameless need.

Luna was losing it.
Rambling. Dreamy. Dirty.

“Feels like I’m floating—like you’re inside my mind—oh my gods, don’t stop—don’t stop—I want to come with the stars—”

Harry grabbed her thighs, pulled them higher, changed the angle—

And she screamed.

Her whole body seized. Legs locked. Eyes rolled back.

She came so hard her back lifted off the couch, her moans long and desperate and sweet, tears in the corners of her eyes from how deeply he was wrecking her.

And Harry didn’t stop.

He fucked her through it—watching her pleasure reach another level, watching her melt, watching her float—and then finally, finally, he groaned, shoved in deep, and came inside her with a grunt and a gasp and a full-body shudder.

They collapsed together, soaked, shaking, sweaty.

Ginny lay down beside them, brushing Luna’s hair back with a grin.
Cho curled against Harry’s other side, still dazed.

Luna blinked slowly. “I saw the moons.”

Harry chuckled, breathless. “Rest up girls, 5 minutes and we're back at it.”

The Den was roaring.