Seductress(18+)

Hogwarts, September 1

Harry plopped down on a Gryffindor table that was slightly new to him. The usual people that surrounded him – the chatty duo of Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, the shy presence of Kellah Mudiaga, the stately Fay Dunbar, the verbose Usanga Bem, the ebullient Seamus Finnigan, easygoing Dean Thomas and the quiet but strong Neville Longbottom – were not around anymore, having passed their NEWTs earlier in the year.

The NEWTs had been made available sometime in August for those students that were unable to give it during the war. In retrospect, Harry should have given the NEWTs, but Hermione and Ron were adamant upon returning to Hogwarts for a carefree year, one last time. And truth be told, Harry was not entirely opposed to that idea.

Yet, the lack of his erstwhile year-mates was disconcerting. Now, while he still had Ron and Hermione with him, they were sitting two seats to his right. Also, Ron and Hermione were Head Boy and Head Girl for the last year at Hogwarts – and deservingly so, in Harry's opinion.

Hermione had been entirely weird with him ever since the Easter feast – she had seldom visited the Burrow, and when she had, she would either avoid him like the plague, or push him up against the nearest wall and snog the life out of him before running away like a maniac. She alternated between guilt, passion and aloofness so fast that it boggled his mind.

Ron appeared to be as unconcerned as ever, to the point where Harry had to wonder why he was in a relationship with Hermione at all. Ron did tell Harry that he would love to see the whole thing with Hermione being repeated, but Hermione kept stalling him whenever Ron brought it up.

Harry was a bit relieved by that though – he wasn't quite sure he wanted Hermione to sleep with him because Ron had told her to. He wanted the adorable, bushy-haired girl. He loved her – his feelings for her were no lesser than Ginny's. Yet, he was content to wait from afar as Hermione made up her mind.

At this moment though, just after the Sorting, Hermione appeared utterly bored and Ron appeared to be chatting with one of Ginny's year-mates… or one of Harry's year-mates now. Every so often though, Hermione would look up at Harry and glare at the women around him.

And Harry was surrounded by women – it was slightly unnerving to be hemmed in exclusively by women at Hogwarts. On his left sat Ginny Weasley. To his right, Demelza Robbins had blocked off an eager looking Romilda Vane, and Harry was very grateful to his Quidditch teammate for that. Right opposite him, much to Ginny's utter disdain, sat an extremely beautiful Gabrielle Delacour – the new exchange student from Beauxbatons. On either side of Gabrielle were Nandini Johar and Natalie Fairbourne – two girls from Ginny's year, now in his.

And they all alternated between flirting with him and heckling Ginny. While Ginny seemed to take most of the ribbing in stride, that did not stop her from having intense impromptu staring contests with Gabrielle. The half-veela herself appeared to be slightly put off at the sheer amount of male attention she seemed to be receiving as she sat with her hair undone at the Gryffindor table – it was way worse than when Fleur had sat at the Ravenclaw table.

That did not stop Gabrielle from joining in on all the fun though – she had quickly made friends with all of the girls around Harry except for Ginny, much to the redhead's chagrin.

And Gabrielle's dainty feet were now right against Harry's crotch. Harry was trying to listen to McGonagall go on about her pet project – the inter-school tournament – and describe how the students that wished to participate would be selected, but Gabrielle's feet were so dexterous. She had hooked her feet right underneath Harry's robes below the table and crept up until his robes were bunched up around his thighs, giving the half-veela full access to Harry's crotch.

She had then proceeded to unzip his pants and draw them down – all with her feet to Harry's incredulity (and admiration) – until they were around his ankles. And she was now coaxing his cock right out through the slit in his boxers. His cock was now completely erect and was pushing his robes up, tenting them. Gabrielle's feet alternated between tugging at his cock with the arches of her feet and massaging his balls with her toes.

Harry looked around desperately to make sure no one was looking and then gulped when he saw that Demelza, seated right next to him, was looking straight down at his tent with wide eyes. She looked from his tent to his eyes several times, as if she could not believe what she was seeing, then actually put her head under the table to look at what was happening.

Luckily, Ginny was facing McGonagall and listening intently to her, so at least there was that. Demelza gave a soft gasp and rose up to stare incredulously at Gabrielle across the table – she had obviously seen Gabrielle's feet going right up Harry's robes. Gabrielle merely winked at Demelza.

Crap, Harry thought, Demelza is going to tell Ginny. And then I'm done for.

But she did not. Instead, Demelza reached out tentatively, her eyes still wide. She extended a hand carefully under the table and just started feeling up his crotch through his robes. Harry gasped. And then Demelza started rubbing it softly.

"I… didn't know you were available," she whispered into his ear.

Harry just grinned at her as she started massaging his penis.

"I'm not," he whispered back, "I'm with Ginny."

Demelza looked troubled.

"Then… why…?"

"Uh…" Harry trailed off.

"Okay, I feel slightly guilty now for honing in on Ginny's turf," Demelza said casually, still stroking his shaft.

"You're still rubbing it," Harry told her.

"Whoops," Demelza said, but made no move to take off her hand.

She bit her lips and looked down at the table. "I've… just… never touched one before. This is huge!"

"Uh, Demelza, I'd really appreciate it if you took your hand off right now," Harry said.

Demelza pouted, but removed her hand nonetheless, eliciting both relief and regret in Harry.

"But why is she touching it then?" Demelza half-whined, half-whispered.

"She isn't now," a cold voice said from Harry's left. Then there was a massive smack sound under the table.

Harry turned around with a start only to see Ginny giving Gabrielle a vicious glare. Gabrielle's feet left Harry's crotch – Ginny had obviously kicked Gabrielle's feet with her own. Gabrielle just gave Ginny an impish smile.

"Bitch," Ginny murmured. Then she looked at Harry; he noticed that Hogwarts had resumed its normal level of chatter and McGonagall had obviously finished her speech.

"Uh," Harry murmured.

Ginny kissed him and he kissed right back. Ginny drew off him and gave Gabrielle a haughty smile – the half-veela shrugged and winked at Ginny; the redhead blushed.

Harry groaned. It would be a very long year indeed.

***

Hermione was utterly bored. Ron was immersed in an immensely boring conversation about Quidditch with Jack Sloper and her boyfriend wasn't even holding her hand. Or even looking at her. The only reason Ron seemed to even give her the time of the day these days was to ask her when she and Harry would be doing that again.

It was utterly ridiculous. And Hermione did not think she could ever do it with Harry again in front of Ron. She wanted Harry Potter – her feelings towards Harry Potter were now at fever pitch. She was attracted to him. She thought she loved him.

And the main obstacle in her way was not Ron. She was sure, by now, that Ron had never really seen her as a long-term partner. And worse, in between his conversation with Sloper, Ron was even managing to sneak in flirtatious lines with Vicky Frobisher – Vicky used to be a year below Hermione and was a pleasant enough girl.

Hermione supposed she should have been jealous, but it disturbed her when she felt nothing.

She was not jealous of Ron flirting with Vicky. She was feeling intense jealousy though – however, her envy was directed entirely at Ginny Weasley, sitting diagonally opposite her. She was with the man Hermione desired and it was driving the bushy-haired Gryffindor up a figurative wall.

More disturbing was the fact the Gabrielle seemed to be here at Hogwarts – somehow, Hermione had managed to miss Fleur's announcement that Gabrielle would be attending Hogwarts for her final year as an exchange student – apparently, Gabrielle was keen on getting a job in England after graduation, and Hermione had the sinking feeling that she knew why.

Gabrielle was the very epitome of a Harry Potter fangirl – apart from Romilda Vane, of course, who had looked crestfallen when Demelza had taken the seat she had made a beeline for. And Gabrielle was worse than Romilda – where Romilda was blunt and tactless, Gabrielle was sophisticated and charming. Where Romilda was merely pretty, Gabrielle was exquisite, as only a veela could be.

It was unfair. Now, Hermione had to compete with not just Ginny, but Gabrielle as well – the half-veela had not taken her eyes off the Boy-Who-Lived for a minute since the feast had started.

Only two things gave Hermione solace. One – Ginny seemed to be as disturbed by Gabrielle's fascination with Harry as Hermione was. Two – Hermione was far closer to Harry than Ginny, let alone Gabrielle. She knew the handsome, dark-haired man inside out – they had made love.

And in any case, Hermione was never one to back away from a competition. Not when the reward was utterly worth it.

***

"So, Harry," Nandini asked with a giggle, "Planning to take part in the tournament?"

"Yeah," Demelza said, "I'm definitely in for the Quidditch try-outs."

Harry just looked a bit puzzled.

Ginny, who had been glaring at Gabrielle, snarled, "If you had been listening, Harry, McGonagall just announced that the try-outs for the all-Hogwarts team shall take place next week."

Both Nandini and Natalie looked a bit taken aback by Ginny lashing out at Harry so soon after giving him a fierce kiss. Demelza coughed into her hand loudly and Gabrielle giggled. Ginny went right back to glaring at the half-veela.

Gabrielle straightened up.

"According to Madame Maxime," she said, "I caused a bit of confusion – I can't possibly go back and forth between schools to compete in the tournament heats. It was decided that I shall take part in the heats here, but if selected, I shall represent Beauxbatons in the main tournament."

"So you'll basically be considered a Hogwarts student for the preliminary rounds?" Natalie asked curiously.

"Not quite," Gabrielle said, "It's like this – if I rack up as many wins as, or more wins than any of the four best duelers at Beauxbatons in their heats, I shall be offered a spot in the Beauxbatons dueling team."

"But wouldn't that be a bit unfair?" Nandini asked, "I mean… Beauxbatons might have more duels in their heats. Wouldn't it be unfair if you secured a spot here to compete for a spot there?"

Gabrielle giggled.

"Doesn't matter," the half-veela said airily with a flourish of her hair, "Madame Maxime knows I'm that good."

Ginny scoffed.

And then everyone turned to stare at a very confused Harry.

Demelza made her voice slightly high-pitched to emulate Ginny's tone from earlier.

"If you had been listening, Harry," she said as Ginny gave her a flat stare and Gabrielle giggled again, "You'd have known that the heats shall begin next week for the Dueling portion of the tournament."

"She called it the Contest of Wands," Natalie added, looking faintly amused by the fact that Harry hadn't even paid attention to McGonagall's instructions.

Nandini looked a bit put out.

"Well, I'm no good at Quidditch," the curly-haired brunette said thoughtfully, "And I'm not really into dueling. I guess I'll try out for the Quiz."

Ginny nodded approvingly.

"Nandini, you did get all Outstandings on your OWLs" she said.

Nandini blushed and glanced at Harry. Ginny scowled.

"Uh," Harry said awkwardly, "I… uh…"

"Mister Potter," a new voice said from behind him and Harry turned with a start.

He looked right into the almond brown eyes of the new Head of Gryffindor House – Mary MacDonald. She had been announced as the Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts (Harry hoped for her sake that the curse on the position was long gone – she was easy on the eyes too) at Hogwarts and had attended Hogwarts when his own mother had been at school.

Apparently, Professor MacDonald had made quite a name for herself ever since the persecution of Muggle-borns under the reign of Voldemort began – she had spearheaded the Hogsmeade resistance, for which Harry was very grateful and had been the driving force behind the reinforcements during the Battle at Hogwarts. She had also been quite an accomplished auror before the rise of Voldemort, though she had retired sometime in 1993 to take care of her only child, who was apparently a fifth-year Hufflepuff now. Either way, Harry was impressed by her credentials and McGonagall had made it quite clear that it was not often an ex-Auror deigned to teach at Hogwarts.

Professor MacDonald was holding a list in her hand.

"Mister Potter," she repeated and then looked around at the other students, "Miss Weasley, Miss Fairbourne, Miss Johar, Miss Delacour, do you know what events you shall take part in?"

"Dueling," Gabrielle said decisively.

"Quidditch," Demelza said.

"Quiz", Nandini said shyly, still looking at Harry.

"I'm… going to pass," Natalie said, and shrugged when Nandini gave her an accusing stare. Obviously, the dusky girl had expected Natalie to take part in the Quiz selection as well.

Then there was a pregnant pause where Professor MacDonald looked expectantly at both Harry and Ginny.

Ginny was chewing on her bottom lip, obviously thinking really hard about what she wanted to do. Harry had no idea why – Ginny obviously loved Quidditch.

Ginny glanced at Gabrielle, then at Harry and then at the Professor. After a beat, she asked, "Er… could I take part in two events?"

"You can take part in two selections," the Professor said, "You may or may not qualify for the final school team we shall be fielding from November onwards in the main event. We're only taking names now for the selection rounds where you shall be parsed."

Ginny nodded. "Dueling and Quidditch," she said, and then glared at Gabrielle.

Gabrielle merely smirked.

And then everyone stared at Harry expectantly.

He knew everyone expected him to take up Quidditch – he had just fought a war and defeated a Dark Lord, after all. And while Harry still liked the sport, he had no desire to engage in it for the rest of his life. There was another profession that interested him now. And the blood pounding in his ears, the silent whispers of the Elder Wand in his head… they all persuaded him that there was really only one option here.

"Dueling", he said.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw both his girlfriend and Gabrielle gape at him. And then, Gabrielle gulped.

The Professor stared at him for a moment, then asked slowly, "So… no Quidditch then?"

"I'm sure there are plenty of excellent Quidditch players at Hogwarts, Professor," Harry said, "I'm merely taking part in the event that interests me more. It is my NEWT year, after all. So I'd like to concentrate on that one event."

The Professor jotted down his name and moved up the table to ask the next group of students. Harry heard Ron say "Quidditch." So did Kirke, Sloper and the girl Ron was talking to.

However, much to his surprise, Hermione looked straight at Harry as she said, "Dueling" quite defiantly to Professor MacDonald.

Harry just stared at her, but Hermione wasn't looking at him anymore. She was looking at Ginny.

Great, Harry thought, I'm in the middle of a three-way contest now.

Harry turned around to look at the group.

Natalie laughed, then looked between Ginny and Gabrielle.

"Well," she said, "There go your chances to make it into the finals."

Gabrielle gulped.

Ginny objected, "McGonagall said the idea of the heats for the Contest of Wands was to select a four-member contingent to represent Hogwarts in knockouts against the four-member teams from other schools. Harry's just going to take one spot – there are still three other spots on the school team."

"So sure of me?" Harry asked.

"Always," Ginny said without missing a beat.

Harry smiled. Gabrielle huffed.

"More like two spots, if I was allowed to take part as a Hogwarts student," the half-veela said cockily.

"So sure you'd be able to snag a spot against us?" Ginny asked her archly.

"Always," Gabrielle said, imitating Ginny's voice.

Ginny scowled.

"I look forward to making you eat dust in our duel, Gabby," Ginny barked at Gabrielle.

"And I look forward to seeing you drop out before the finals even begin, Gin-Gin," Gabrielle fired right back.

Then she winked flirtatiously at Harry and blew a kiss at Ginny. Ginny blushed – though Harry wasn't sure if it was because she was flummoxed by Gabrielle's kiss or if she was angered by Gabrielle's words.

"Is there… something between you two?" Natalie asked, puzzled.

"Like a grudge, or something?" Nandini added.

"Oh, it's a very big grudge. Like… huge. Like a giant pe…" Demelza began, but Ginny interrupted.

"Oh, nothing at all," Ginny said in a saccharine voice.

Gabrielle just smiled sweetly at her.

A very long year indeed, Harry thought. At least he had the duels to look forward to.

***

Hogwarts, mid-November

The Lake shimmered with the reflections of thousands of stars as the Hogwarts students milled about outside the grounds to welcome the visitors that would soon appear to take part in first round of the tournament; the international schools would take on each other for the first time.

The preliminary rounds to whittle down the school teams were now over with. Apparently, Salem Witches' Institute had dropped out of the tournament altogether, leaving four schools – Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, Mahoutokoro and Hogwarts – taking part in the actual tournament.

As such, the Quidditch tournament would be a normal round-robin contest where each school would play against the other three, turn by turn. Harry was secretly elated that his girlfriend had made it in as Chaser for the Hogwarts school team. So had Demelza and Ron, as Chaser and Keeper respectively.

The Quiz would also follow a similar round-robin pattern – each school team would face off against every other team. Nandini had made it into the Hogwarts team.

However, what really excited Harry was the Contest of Wands. Apparently, the duel would have sixteen participants from four schools – since duels were not fought as teams. As such, the duels would basically follow a knock-out format. Sixteen contestants whittled down to eight, then to four, and then the finals.

Harry had made it through all of his duels against fellow Hogwarts students without a single loss. He had beaten Ginny and Hermione one after the other in his initial duels – but both girls seemed to take it in stride. To be honest, Harry was a bit disappointed though – none of his duels had lasted beyond a minute.

It was ridiculous – there were actually "minute-man" jokes floating around now. The longest duel he had been subjected to was Hermione, and that was because he had held back, only to get bored; he then unleashed a barrage of spells that caught his best friend off guard. And so, he had secured a spot on the team quite effortlessly.

It had been really interesting to watch certain other duels though. Especially those of Gabrielle Delacour – the girl had not been making empty boasts when she had said her spot was assured. She was incredibly skilled with a wand. Apparently, Beauxbatons had a flourishing Dueling Club and Gabrielle had been the top seed at her school's club.

As such, there was quite a bit of resentment against the French girl at Hogwarts – the students had to be assured that Gabrielle wasn't stealing a spot from any Hogwarts student. And unfortunately for Ginny, she hadn't made it through to the final team at all. While Harry did think Ginny had performed very well in her duels – she had placed seventh at Hogwarts – Ginny was humiliated by the fact that she lost her duel against Gabrielle.

Harry tried to convince her that Gabrielle had too much experience in dueling tournaments, but that had just set Ginny off again ("So you think she's better than me?!"). To be fair, Gabrielle had defeated Ginny in embarrassing fashion – with a tripping jinx cast immediately after the chime rang.

That had been the fastest victory in the tournament and Gabrielle's superior smirk had only driven the point home. Harry had to admire the half-veela – she made full use of her veela abilities too. Ginny had been sluggish drawing her wand; Harry just knew it was because Gabrielle had used her allure. And it was much the same problem with most male students taking part in the duels – they spent more time drooling at Gabrielle than dueling her.

Which wasn't to say Gabrielle's record had been flawless. Hermione had fought quite an epic duel against Gabrielle and the students at Hogwarts were still talking about it. Gabrielle's allure was useless against heterosexual women, apparently, and Hermione had displayed a level of finesse that had impressed even Flitwick.

That had been the longest duel in the entire tournament, going on for well over ten minutes. Where Gabrielle was inhumanly fast, Hermione was graceful. Where the half-veela exerted power, Hermione exhibited precision. It was an amazing duel – but Gabrielle just could not stand up to the Hermione's repertoire of spells at the end of the day. Hermione had won the duel and it had been Gabrielle's only loss.

As such, Hermione had secured the second position on the Hogwarts team. Astoria Greengrass – who was fearsome with a wand – and to Harry's pleasant surprise, Luna Lovegood – absolutely chaotic in her movements and unpredictable with her spells – rounded out the team. Gabrielle, of course, had been assured of a spot in the Beauxbatons school team, seeing as how she had secured more wins than every other member of the Beauxbatons dueling team.

Although, much to the disappointment of the Hogwarts students, Harry and Gabrielle had been the last scheduled match-up for the heats and the whole school had looked forward to it. Unfortunately, McGonagall had called it off the day before the duel was scheduled – the match had no purpose at all.

Harry supposed the Headmistress was right – they were assured positions in their respective teams anyway, and if Gabrielle was good enough, he was sure he would meet her in the actual tournament.

As the days passed though, Harry found himself enchanted by the half-veela. She had this ferocity around her that absolutely charmed him – the only duel she had lost had been against Hermione and had been her first duel.

She had thrown herself into books and practice after that, and she had improved amazingly over the course of the tournament. Harry was not quite sure that Hermione would beat Gabrielle the next time they met each other. Moreover, she appeared to be fanatically loyal to him. And her magic seemed to caress him and submit to him each time they crossed each other's paths.

His love life was a hot mess, in any case. Of course, officially, he was still with Ginny, but Hermione and Gabrielle seemed to take pleasure in approaching him whenever they felt he was, pushing him up and snogging him, or grinding up against him.

Of course, the two girls didn't know the other was using the same tactic. They would also sit next to him at dinner or breakfast and brush their legs against his, or place a hand on his thigh. Lately, they had taken to doing it during class.

Of course, the two did not follow exactly the same tactic. While Hermione seemed content on merely molesting him when she caught him in secluded spots (and so did Gabrielle), the half-veela seemed to have taken up another path as well.

She had taken to snogging Ginny too – only, she seemed to delight in doing so in front of Harry. The first time that had happened was the first Hogsmeade weekend. Harry and Ginny had gone on a walk through the village.

Gabrielle had spotted them in a quiet alley near Zonko's. So the half-veela strode right towards them, and to Harry's surprise and arousal, she actually slammed Ginny into the wall of Zonko's and kissed her right on the lips. Ginny had squealed and pushed her off angrily, calling her a pervert and a slut, but Gabrielle had just smirked and walked away.

Later, Ginny had rounded on Harry.

"Why didn't you stop her?" Ginny had asked.

Harry had muttered something inane.

Ginny had pursed her lips.

Then she had said, "You… want her to join us, don't you?"

There had been no accusation in her voice. Just curiosity.

Harry had mumbled, "Only if you want, Ginny."

Ginny had said nothing.

And then Gabrielle had done it a few more times, all in front of Harry. Each time, Ginny held on for a little longer before shoving the veela away with angry words.

Harry suspected Ginny was both unnerved at Gabrielle's audacity and turned on by it. Ginny's emotions were in a constant state of flux – Harry supposed that would go on for a while; but he suspected the redhead would ultimately consent to Gabrielle.

Hermione, though, seemed to be playing an entirely different game. She seemed to know Harry loved her and she seemed utterly confident in herself. Harry was completely puzzled by her behavior though – if she wanted to be with him, why would she still be with Ron? Of course, the Head Boy and Head Girl seemed to be growing more distant by the day.

And so, here Harry was, in mid-November, hugging Ginny from behind as she leaned into him comfortably. They were queued up outside the lake to welcome the schools that would be arriving for the first round of the tournament. Harry, Ginny, Nandini, Gabrielle, Demelza and Natalie were forming a bit of a clique – Hermione drifted in and out, but aside from joining in on study sessions (and snogging him occasionally when no one was looking) she seemed to be an unhappy part of Ron's group of Quidditch junkies.

Nandini, Demelza and Natalie were flanking him and Ginny on either side. Gabrielle was nowhere to be seen – she had to run to the bathroom right before they made their way out and had told them she would join them in a few minutes. Luna had joined them and was standing right beside them, chattering away behind an amused Natalie. A very eager-looking Romilda Vane also stood at the edge of their group, looking like she wanted to join in.

And Astoria Greengrass had also made her way to Harry and Luna – the little sixth-year brunette was now peppering Luna with questions about her dueling techniques and occasionally asking Harry a question about who he usually sparred with for practice. Of course, Harry couldn't really give her a straight answer – unless she was asking about Voldemort, and Harry wasn't sure he would call that practice.

Of course, there was a much larger crowd at Hogwarts compared to the Triwizard tournament – there were at least three crews from various wizarding channels, armed with recording orbs to film the Meeting of Schools. There were also several visitors from the Ministries of all four countries taking part in the tournament, as well as Hogsmeade residents, who had been temporarily allowed on school grounds to watch the opening, with purchased tickets. McGonagall seemed to be milking the tournament for all it was worth.

Of course, all rounds of the actual tournament would be hosted at Hogwarts. The first quiz match was between Mahoutokoro and Beauxbatons. The first Quidditch match was between Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Both matches would take place the following week at Hogwarts. As for the Contest of Wands, the Round of Sixteen would also be held next week.

And since Hogwarts was the host, the Beauxbatons and Mahoutokoro Quiz and Quidditch teams would visit Hogwarts for their initial matches. Of course, all sixteen dueling participants would be available for the Round of Sixteen – thus, all three schools were poised to officially land at Hogwarts for the Tournament soon, though Durmstrang would only bring its Duelers.

Harry pulled Ginny up against him and rubbed his cheek against her hair. She looked at him and smiled impishly.

"You look beautiful," Harry said sincerely.

"I could stand to hear that more often," Ginny said, her eyes widening with mirth and her delicate lips curving into a smile.

Harry kissed her cheek, then turned to look at the night sky as Ginny snuggled against him. There were all gathered around the trunk of a slender rowan tree that grew along the edge of the lake.

***

Hermione grit her teeth as she saw Harry and Ginny cuddle in sickening manner. She was right in the middle of a crowd full of boys – Ron, Kirke, Sloper and Creevey were loudly debating the finer points of each school's quidditch teams and Hermione was quickly growing tired of the entire sport.

Everyone seemed almost intimidated by her now that she had placed second in the Hogwarts Dueling heats in terms of total wins, including Ron. It was frustrating.

She had loved the fact that she had beaten Ginny – the redhead was quite a challenge, but not quite there yet. And the veela – she had relished that hard-fought first victory over the fangirl. Of course, Gabrielle was sure to have something up her sleeve if they ever met in the actual tournament, but Hermione could work hard as well.

Hermione had come to a point in her life where she needed no affirmation from anyone. She had helped Harry beat Voldemort and had established herself as a formidable witch – she was no longer that "upstart Mudblood".

She was a witch – and all that the title entailed. People respected her. She was Head Girl of Hogwarts. Friend of Harry Potter. Brightest witch of her generation. And now, the second best duelist at Hogwarts.

And yet, she couldn't help but take pleasure in Harry's proud smile when McGonagall had called out her name immediately after his, announcing that they would be representing Hogwarts. More than ever, that was when Hermione realized Harry did love her. And she was sure of her own feelings now as well.

The problem, of course, was the fact that if Hermione did choose to date him, she would be joining a polyamorous relationship with Harry and Ginny. And she wasn't quite sure if she wanted to share Harry. And even if she did, she would settle for nothing less than first place in his heart. She deserved that. She wanted that.

Which was why she was going spare watching Harry and Ginny cuddle against a tree in the starlight in front of the dimly lit lake, right in between all the girls from her year, including Luna. She did not miss the looks of longing each of the girls gave the couple occasionally, and it did not slip her mind that every single one of the girls around Harry and Ginny was practically unattached.

Hermione huffed, slipped out of the boring Quidditch conversation going on around her (Ron didn't even notice, to Hermione's relief) and made her way across to Harry and Ginny, determinedly pushing people out of the way as she moved through the crowd.

That's it, she thought, Harry's mine.

***

Harry tracked Hermione as soon as she started striding towards him. She saw him look at her and smiled. Harry said absolutely nothing and just watched her ��� he was curious and a bit on edge. Hermione, had last felt him up just that morning, at breakfast. She pushed a few Ravenclaw fifth years out of the way and finally reached Harry's group.

"Excuse me," Hermione said as she pushed past Natalie and Nandini to step right into Harry's space. And then she wedged a hand between Harry and Ginny. Harry tensed, but Hermione pushed forward with all her strength.

***

Ginny stumbled and slid out of Harry's loose hug. The redhead let out a yelp as she tumbled forward, but she regained her footing and looked around. All of her friends were just staring at Hermione who had apparently stepped right into their midst.

"Sorry," Hermione said, looking abashed, "I didn't mean to do that."

Ginny frowned and said, "It's okay."

And then the redhead waited for Hermione to move out of the way so she could snuggle with her boyfriend again, but the Head Girl just stood there, right in front of Harry where Ginny had been standing until a moment ago, and looked at her expectantly. Ginny huffed, smoothed her robes and turned around to look up at the sky again.

Harry's strong arms had been very comfortable. Ginny was slightly disappointed to be deprived of them, but she supposed it was just like Hermione to be so clueless. She shrugged and stood in front of Hermione, flanked by Natalie and a Romilda, much to her distaste.

Behind her was Hermione, hemmed in by Nandini and Demelza. And Harry was now behind Hermione, flanked by Luna and Astoria Greengrass, right up against the trunk of the rowan tree.

Ah well, Ginny thought, I can always have Harry to myself later.

***

While it was a cool day – winter was slightly late that year – Harry had chosen to go with a simple school shirt and pants, with a sleeveless sweater on top. Hermione had gone with a similar muggle attire – decked in her standard shirt and a skirt, with a full-sleeved crimson sweater on top that looked dark blue under the night sky.

Of course, the other girls, including Ginny, were dressed in full robes – it struck Harry at that moment that, apart from Hermione and himself, all of the students immediately around him were born to wizarding families.

Nonetheless, a small part of Harry wished he had gone with full robes at that moment. For the most part though, Harry was congratulating himself for going with pants.

Primarily because Hermione was unbuttoning her pants – her hands deftly working his zip down even as she faced away from Harry. And worse, Harry did not want to stop her – he knew where Hermione was going with this and he wanted it too. So he pulled out his wand surreptitiously and cast a Notice-Me-Not Charm immediately around him. However, the Notice-Me-Not Charm could only be cast on a single person, or an entire area.

And if Harry cast it on himself, even Hermione would have difficulty undoing his pants. On the other hand, Harry found himself unable to cast it on the area immediately around him so as to render just him and Hermione unnoticeable without including the other girls around him – Luna and Astoria were right up against either side and were talking to each other across him. The shore of the lake was beginning to resemble a moshpit, with people crowding the area.

So Harry just threw caution to the winds and just cast a rough Notice-Me-Not Charm in his general vicinity. He had no idea if the students on either side fell within the ambit of the spell or not, and he didn't care – not when his pants were already around his ankles and Hermione was kneading his soft penis, under his boxers, so skilfully with both hands.

Hermione's hands were stretched behind her own back, tugging at his soft meat – her enthusiasm more than making up for her lack of skill. Harry looked to his left and was relieved to see that Luna did not appear to have noticed that his pants were now bunched up on the ground. And then he turned to his right, and discovered, to his bemusement that Astoria Greengrass was staring diagonally down at his crotch where Hermione's hands were working over him.

Her mouth was open and her face was flushed – she looked like she was torn between being scandalized and being awestruck by Hermione's audacity. Astoria looked up at him, with the same stunned look, then back at his crotch, then at the back of Ginny's head. She looked at him again and then just continued staring at what Hermione was doing in frozen surprise.

Then Astoria squealed meekly as Hermione reached her hands right into his boxers, pushing them down with her forearms as she tugged his hardening shaft right out his underwear.

Then the Head Girl bent forwards at the waist, pushing Ginny a bit in the process and backed up so that Harry's semi-hard cock just flopped down all over her ass and back. Then, the most intelligent witch of her generation lifted her skirt up from under his cock so that her entire milky ass was exposed, covered only by a tiny piece of lingerie.

Harry grinned, took hold of his cock and wrenched it through the waistband of Hermione's panties so that his cock was pressed onto one of her asscheeks as it went through Hermione's panties and emerged on the other side on her lower back. Then, both Harry and Hermione started moving their hips so that they were grinding against each other every so pleasantly. Hermione's ass pushed Harry's balls back and forth under his penis as gasps tumbled out of her mouth and she mashed her tight, slim rear against Harry's fat cock.

And then, Harry felt a set of hands palm his ass. He looked behind him in surprise and traced the hands back to their owner – Luna Lovegood. Luna was giving him an uncharacteristically astute smile.

The busty blonde girl leaned in and whispered, "You have bad case of Nasty Wrackspurts, Harry. They're making you randy."

"Uh," Harry asked, "Won't you contract them by touching me?"

"Maybe," Luna said thoughtfully, "But it's worth the risk, Harry."

Harry just stared as Luna continued palming his backside.

"So… muscular, Harry, like the hindlegs of a Snorcack," Luna said happily, as she tried to squeeze his ass but failed because of the knots of muscle on it.

Then she withdrew her hand off Harry's rear and placed it right on top of his cock on Hermione's ass.

"So huge," Luna murmured.

"Yep," a new voice joined in.

Harry looked up to see Demelza smirking at him. And to his surprise, Nandini seemed to be aware of the entire situation and was watching him with a scandalized expression akin to Astoria. Thankfully, Ginny, Romilda and Natalie were otherwise occupied and seemed to be outside the ambit of the charm.

Harry just could not stop. His cock was now completely erect, threatening to tear Hermione's panties by stretching it around his cock. Luna was feeling him up near the base of his shaft with an odd smile on her face. And Hermione was just grinding against him ruthlessly, shaking her ass up and down his captured penis, palpitating his balls with each downstroke.

And then Demelza's hand joined Luna's, kneading him ever so pleasantly as he continued to rub his cock on Hermione's bottom. Both of them were massaging the top of his shaft, while his sensitive underskin continued grinding back and forth across Hermione's tiny, but gorgeously perky ass.

Luna's hand moved up his shaft and then under his shirt as she started feeling up every curve of his abdominal muscles. Harry couldn't take it anymore.

He slid out from between Hermione's panties and her asscrack; then he pulled her panties down. He could hardly believe this was happening – two gorgeous girls were beating him off while he dry humped his best friend.

He pulled back a bit and glanced down to see Hermione's twat, but his shaft was in the way. Gingerly, Harry pushed his cock out of the way, angling it against Hermione's left cheek, so that it was pointing straight up into the air to his left with his balls flush against Hermione's soft arsecheek.

Her pussy looked as tight as ever. Her gorgeous lips seemed to be zipped up against each other so that her slit was an incredibly tiny tear on her hairless skin, letting her arousal trickle out drop by drop.

Then he registered something hot and wet touch the tip of his sensitive cockhead. Harry looked to his left – his bulbous head was level with his lower chest. He saw an incredible sight.

Luna, who had been standing to his left, was now hunched over his cockhead. When Harry had angled his rod sideways, he had inadvertently pointed it straight in Luna's direction, and the blonde girl had taken full advantage.

She was licking the curve of his purplish-pink dome almost hungrily, lashing at his head and only his head in delightful fashion, as if trying to scoop up his pre-cum with her tongue. She squeezed both her fists around his tackle, around an inch below his dome, so as to hold it in place as she lapped away, her tongue weaving hot wet trails across his skin.

Then, she saw him staring at her.

Luna stopped licking for a moment and said dreamily, "It just looked so tasty and smells so nice. A clear sign of Wrackspurt infestation, Harry. And everyone knows the only way to get rid of Wrackspurts is to lick them off."

She continued to lick away as if his head was a particularly tasty lollipop. Harry looked around carefully at the crowd milling about him – he was spooning the Head Girl right behind his girlfriend while yet another girl French-kissed his penis.

Apart from Demelza (who had now turned around to face him and was running her hands under his shirt, completely forgetting that they were supposed to face forward), Nandini (who had also turned around, her face crimson with shock and arousal as she stared at Luna licking his cock, which was hovering right in the dusky Indian girl's grasp) and Astoria (who was still pinkfaced with her mouth open in shock), no one else seemed to have noticed. Harry's Notice-Me-Not Charm had obviously done its job.

Harry snapped his neck right back and groaned softly as Luna slurped on the side of his head, her lips kissing it deeply. He leant against the tree lazily and pushed Hermione's ass back and forth against his balls, under his shaft, which was angling up into Luna's face.

Luna, after lapping at his cock hungrily for a while, drew off and pushed it so that it was right in Nandini's face.

"It's very tasty," Luna said in a matter-of-fact tone, as if she was offering the other girl a piece of toast that she had been happily munching on until now, "Care to try it?"

Nandini just stared between his cock and Luna, as if she could not believe the blonde was being perfectly serious. Her mouth parted, as if she was torn, and then she plunged her face forward so that her plump lips met his cock with a wet kiss.

Nandini moaned and Harry felt her lips part right on his head as her tongue snaked out to taste his meat. She lathered his cock with her tongue, her eyes closing in delight as she sampled his meat – judging by her expression, she found it delightful.

Astoria gasped and Demelza crowed, "Look at the nerd go!"

"The only nerd Harry should care about at this particular moment," Hermione said in a low husky voice, wiggling her ass against him, "Is right in front of him."

Harry grunted and pushed his cock towards her, but both Luna and Nandini grabbed it, saying "No!" in unison (or at least, Harry thought Nandini said no – her mouth was still plastered to the side of his cock, so her refusal sounded more like "NNNNNNFFFFFFFFFF!").

And then Luna leaned in and kissed the other side of his cockhead, where Nandini wasn't lathering it with her spit.

"Holy crap, Harry!" Demelza exclaimed, "Their tongues don't even touch."

"It's not supposed to be that big," Astoria murmured faintly.

"Harry," Hermione insisted, wiggling her ass delightfully again.

Demelza grinned and then reached across Hermione's back. She caught his shaft with both her hands and pulled it out of the grasp of both Luna and Nandini, who panted hungrily and glared at the chaser.

Demelza opened her mouth as wide as she could and then plunged down on his spit soaked head as she angled his cock to his right. She sank down, filling her mouth with a quarter of his cock, and gagged. Loudly.

Astoria shrieked, testing the limits of his Notice-Me-Not. Demelza was now bent right over Hermione's back as she tried desperately to give him a blowjob – the girl had obviously never done this before. She choked around his bulb, but doggedly bobbed up and down so that she was slobbering all over his shaft, her tongue desperately trying to slither out from where it was sandwiched between his cockhead and her lower palate and taste every inch of him she could reach.

After fifteen whole seconds of suffocating on his cock, she drew off with a gasp. "I've been wanting to do this forever," she said happily and then plunged right back.

She made a grrk sound as his cock slammed into the opening of her esophagus and Harry groaned as Demelza chomped on his cock with her lips, slobbering over it.

She drew off again with a pop and said, astonished, "I never dreamed it could be this tasty."

"Give it back," Nandini whined, reaching across Hermione, but Demelza slapped her hands away.

"Harry," Hermione said in a low voice, "If you don't put your big badonkadonk in my cooch right now, I am going to bash these little sluts with my bare hands."

Even Luna looked intimidated at that – Hermione had defeated her quite handily in the preliminary round of duelling. Demelza quietly let go of his cock and it smacked right on Hermione's ass again, his head bouncing on her back.

Harry circled her ass with his cock, tracing the curve of her bum as he angled his cock around her ass and then grazed her thighs as he pushed his erect penis down. Then his shaft snapped up as he let go between her thighs, smacking right onto her dripping cunt.

Hermione moaned.

Harry pushed his ass back against the rough wood of the tree behind him, so that his cockhead was hovering a millimetre in front of Hermione's pussy. Then he pushed. His bell-shaped head parted Hermione's tight lips ever so slightly.

"No. Way," Astoria murmured, staring at the junction where Harry's head was struggling to snuggle into Hermione's box.

Nandini and Demelza were craning their heads and peering at Hermione's slit with wide eyes.

"Way too tiny," Demelza said in a choked voice, "No way that is going to fit in there."

Nandini nodded mutely, still staring at his cock hungrily.

"Strange things have happened," Luna said serenely and licked her lips as she stared at his cock.

Hermione half-panted, half-laughed as she squirmed, feeling his head slowly part her lower lips as it made its ponderous way inside her tight tunnel.

"You… sluts… lubricated his cock well enough for me," she said, "I should… thank… you."

Nandini looked mortified and Demelza flushed.

"Bitch," the chaser said, annoyed.

"Head bitch," Hermione corrected, "You don't have the juice to get fresh with me, Robins."

Harry ignored the banter as he steadily twisted his cock this way and that, desperately trying to create space inside Hermione's cunt. Her snatch was practically gushing but her slit was so tight even the fluids that sought to escape were dripping down instead of flowing out. Harry pushed off the tree as his head burst past her lips. Hermione gasped.

"I'd… forgotten… how… big… it was," she choked.

"You two have had sex before?" Astoria asked in a hushed voice.

"Wait," Demelza said, "Is Ginny loaning you out?"

"I want in," Nandini said immediately.

Demelza grinned. "I knew you were naughty," she said to the dusky girl, "All it took was one taste of Harry's big, fat cock."

Nandini blushed.

"Fuck," Hermione blurted as Harry worked his way deeper into her tight little gash.

Hermione flailed around for support – she had been precariously bent over and her legs felt particularly weak. She caught onto the shoulders of the person right in front of her.

Harry realized, with a start, that Hermione had just caught hold of Ginny's shoulders. Oh crap, he thought, please let the charm hold, please let her not notice…

And Ginny huffed, but didn't bother turning around. Harry sighed in relief and grinned as he pushed a little further in.

"He's stuffing it in," Astoria murmured, "It's like watching a dragon make love to a little bird."

Demelza giggled.

"You say the weirdest things," Nandini said.

All four girls around Harry were staring at his shaft making its slow way into Hermione's box now.

And then, out of the blue, Harry felt a hand descend on his ass with a loud, resounding smack and Harry thrust forward reflexively, spearing Hermione with his cock in a single thrust. Her inner walls wrenched apart as Harry's cock sheathed itself within her and bashed against her cervix.

Hermione screamed, but Harry acted just as quickly – he snapped his wand forward and silenced the bushy-haired Gryffindor in a split second.

"I didn't even see him draw his wand!" Astoria exclaimed.

Harry held his cock in place and looked around. Luna was wearing an impish smile on her face. She had obviously been the one that had spanked him.

"Oh," the blonde said, an uncharacteristically naughty smile playing at the edge of her lips, "Just thought I'd speed it up. We don't want to miss the entrance of the other schools."

Hermione was panting silently now. Harry waved his wand again and pocketed it. The Head Girl was audible again.

"Luna," she wheezed, "I will… destroy… you… if we… ever… meet… in a duel… again."

Luna just kept grinning. "And our hero of the day is… Luna," Demelza stage-whispered and Nandini giggled.

"Pays to be nice, Hermione," Harry said diplomatically.

"Shut the fuck up," Hermione muttered coldly, "And start fucking me up."

Harry slapped his hands around her hips and held them firmly in his hands. He felt Luna and Demelza on either side place their palms against his biceps, feeling them as his muscles bunched up in preparation. He knew how incredibly tight Hermione was – he was going to have to scrape against her inner walls if he wanted friction.

And he started moving, slowly. He had been right – Hermione fit around his cock like an incredibly tight condom. Her wet walls clung to his cock like silky film as he scrubbed in and out of her muffin. Hermione was still holding onto Ginny, rocking back and forth ever so slightly as Harry sawed his cock in and out slightly, pushing at her cervix, and then letting it relax as he drew out.

Harry was touching every bit of her vaginal canal at once, her g-spot was being ground by his cock as he pushed back and forth. Hermione could feel her orgasm beginning and her body spasmed.

"She's like a little cock-sleeve," Demelza said in awe.

"More like Head cock-sleeve," Nandini said drily, "She does have the juice to get fresh with Harry, don't you think?"

"She's pumping it out by the gallons," Demelza said.

"She can't even speak," Astoria said.

Then Harry felt a palm on his ass again, between him and the trunk of the tree behind him. He looked around at Luna, but both her hands were now on his bicep. He turned to his right and saw Astoria's flushed face.

The pretty brunette had a hand on his ass as she turned to push her breasts up against his triceps. She reached a hand around the front of his stomach and tried to encircle the part of his shaft where it met his midriff.

"Merlin," Astoria breathed, "How does this thing even fit in there?"

Harry groaned and started pushing in and out of Hermione even harder. The Head Girl was now moaning almost continuously as he slid in and out, pushing and pulling at her outer lips as he did so. Hermione's body was spasming more frequently now.

"I think she's cumming," Nandini said.

"Fuhhhh," Hermione breathed as Harry started upping the ante, his grip around her hips tightening almost painfully as he held her in place with incredible strength.

"Look at her face," Demelza said in glee, "You've never seen the Head Girl like this before."

Nandini frowned. "She's moaning in Ginny's ear," she said, "So why hasn't Ginny…"

"Notice-Me-Not," Harry said.

"Yeah, I'm not feeling guilty… like… at all," Demelza said flatly.

"Neither am I," Nandini said, her eyes snapping back to Harry's cock sliding in and out, speckled with Hermione's pussy juices, "I was just curious."

Astoria was tugging at his shaft around his base as he slid his cock in and out of Hermione's cunt. She giggled as she watch Hermione's lips stretch obscenely in the direction she tugged his cock in.

"She's so tight," the petite brunette said, her voice laced with humor, "Her cunt is like tightly wrapped silk, stretched into an O-shape."

She tugged Harry's cock up. "But I can make it go from O to zero and then back," she concluded.

"Astoria," Hermione hissed, "Nnnnnnnn…"

Her "no" trailed off as Harry pushed Astoria's palm out of the way and really started pounding into Hermione. Her walls clung to his cock so tight that he felt he was pulling them in and out as he fucked in and out of her twat.

"Goodness," Nandini said, "He's destroying her."

"But what a way to go," Demelza supplied.

"Look at the amount of cunt-juice on his dick!" Astoria said.

"I've got more in my panties right now," Luna said.

"Unnnnnnhhhhhhhh!" Hermione moaned, "Moooommmmmyyyyyy!"

Demelza grinned. "You guys heard that, right?" she asked, "You all heard the Head Girl crying out for Mommy?"

Luna nodded and Astoria giggled.

"He's practically sculpting her vagina now to fit him," Nandini murmured.

Astoria pressed up against his side and started kissing his shoulder. "I don't know about you guys," the brunette murmured between kisses, "But I'm definitely losing my virginity this year."

"Dibs on Harry," Nandini said immediately.

"Get in line, nerd," Demelza said.

"Oh, I'm next, girls," Luna said firmly, "I have to get those Wrackspurts off before he infects you."

"NNNNNNNN," Hermioned moaned as her cunt started convulsing and dribbling juices.

Her body spasmed and shuddered as her orgasm hit her with the force of a freight train. She was getting a bit too loud and Harry could feel the charm twinge. This time, however, Demelza waved her wand, silencing Hermione.

"Always wanted to shut the Head Girl up," she said mischievously, "Especially when she goes off on one of her stupid rants about make-up."

"I think her point was that you don't need so much make-up, Demelza," Nandini said, "You looked like a clown before you cleaned up."

Demelza scowled. "Well, Hermione can afford to say that – she's gorgeous," the chaser muttered.

"I think you're very good-looking, Demelza," Harry said helpfully as he pistoned in and out of Hermione, his tingling balls now slapping loudly against her ass.

"How do you do that?" Astoria asked, laying her cheek against his shoulder as she watched him ruin Hermione, "How do you concentrate through… that?"

"Practice," Harry said casually and his pace doubled.

"Holy fuck," Nandini gasped.

Hermione's face was red and her mouth was open in a silent scream.

Her pussy was spasming in ridiculously rapid fashion around his shaft as he hammered in and out of her cunt, juices gushing out in streams down his cock now.

***

Ginny was absolutely annoyed. Hermione was jerking her back and forth by her shoulders – she had been doing so for the past half-hour and Ginny could feel her panting against her ear. She supposed she should turn around to see what the commotion was about, but things kept distracting her.

Romilda kept asking her stupid questions about what Harry was like and Natalie kept pointing at different girls and laughing at them. Ginny was more keen on listening to Natalie's gossip, but Vane's ludicrous questions about Harry were starting to annoy her.

"How big is he?" Romilda asked, and Ginny was actually a little nonplussed by the utterly worshipful gaze that the heavy-lidded girl gave her, "Is he good?"

Ginny sighed. And to think she had been so comfortably ensconced in Harry's arms just moments ago.

***

Gabrielle was annoyed. She was trying to make her way through the crowd, using her allure to push men out of her way and physically pushing women out, but she just could not find Harry. She had been searching for the better part of an hour.

They had told her they would against a lone rowan tree near the lake, and Gabrielle had spotted it (of course, Gabrielle could not tell a rowan from a pine, but there was only one tree on the shore of the lake), but Harry was nowhere to be seen. Eventually, after shoving more people out of the way, she finally spotted Ginny and Natalie, talking to a good-looking brunette with excessive make-up.

But Harry was just not there and neither was her usual group of other friends. Gabrielle frowned and pointed her wand in Ginny's direction.

"Point Me, Harry," she intoned, silently thanking Harry for teaching her the simple spell.

And the wand lit up as it pointed straight at Ginny.

Gabrielle's frown grew into a scowl. Something was very wrong here. She tried to look behind Ginny, but her eyes slid right over the tree.

And then it struck her. There was a very powerful obscuring spell in work right behind Ginny. Harry, Gabrielle thought.

"Specialis Revelio," she murmured, concentrating on her knowledge of obscuring spells. Her wand lit up with a purplish hue.

Notice-Me-Not, she thought as she recognized the spell. Obviously, Harry had cast it – she didn't know of any other student that could cast it with such raw power.

But why?

Gabrielle had no desire to try and dispel the spell – Harry had cast it for a reason and she had no desire to disturb him. However, she was curious and wanted to know why Harry had cast an obscuring charm right behind his own girlfriend.

The Notice-Me-Not charm, while very effective against non-magical folk, had obvious limitations – no matter how much power was exerted in casting it. It could be overcome by remarkably strong-willed magical folk with ease. It could also be expanded to include individuals other than the caster – because of its nature as a charm.

Charms, while still falling under the purview of spells, were different from curses and hexes in obvious ways. For one, charms exhibited more complex effects on their intended targets than hexes and could be controlled after being unleashed. However, the less powerful charms could be controlled by persons other than the caster as well, making it relatively easy to dispel them or alter them after they had been cast.

And so, Gabrielle, just as she approached the tree from the side, extended her wand and silently reached out with her own magic, pulling at the edges of Harry's charm boundary. It snapped like a string and then twisted around her, including her in its spell.

She gaped at the sight.

Hermione was shuddering with her mouth wide open – obviously screaming under a silencing spell – as she held onto Ginny's shoulder for dear life and a grinning Harry pounded in and out of her like a maniac. And worse, Luna, Astoria, Nandini and Demelza were watching demurely from the sidelines, pawing over Harry's arms and chest like horny groupies.

Hermione's arse – while far smaller than Gabrielle's jutting ass or Ginny's wide booty – was bouncing and rippling as Harry hammered in and out of her at a tremendous pace. His enormous cock flashed in and out, and Gabrielle could hear his cock scraping Hermione's insides (Morgana, Gabrielle thought, He wasn't making that sound when he made love to me).

And now that she was included in the charm, she could hear everything – the smack-smack-smack sound Harry's balls were making as they slapped against Hermione's thighs, the panting of the women who were pawing at Harry, Ginny talking casually with Natalie and the chatter of the students around her.

It was a ludicrous scene – made even hotter by the fact that even Ginny didn't seem to have noticed that Harry was pounding into his best friend (and to Gabrielle's chagrin, the girl who had bested her in a duel) right behind her.

Gabrielle had never felt so furious and aroused before – not since Harry had fucked her own sister in front of her. She felt betrayed.

And for the first time since she had been freed by Harry, she felt intimidated. She had been wearing Ginny down in the hopes of joining her relationship with Harry. But Hermione was a whole different ballgame – the petite, beautiful Head Girl was completely straight and Gabrielle's allure had no effect on her.

Moreover, Hermione had a relationship with Harry that had lasted years – if she wanted to graduate from best friend to lover, Harry would agree in a heartbeat. Gabrielle wanted to be foremost in his group – she would not settle for second place. But Hermione seemed to be well on her way there.

And the Head Girl was a sexual rival as well, judging by the sound Harry's cock was making as it pulverized her insides. Harry was grunting with pleasure.

Damn, Gabrielle thought, and just when I thought I was nearly there…

And then she was pulled out of her thoughts when Harry moaned. Hermione was convulsing around his cock, her legs shuddering as she threatened to collapse. Only Harry's strong grip on her hips stopped Hermione from falling over.

Then Harry grunted again.

Gabrielle watched silently from the side as Harry's cock began to recoil in a manner Gabrielle had seen before. He plunged deep into Hermione and held himself in place as he discharged what Gabrielle surmised was load after hot load of his seed. The girls around him squealed.

Finally after nearly a minute, Harry pulled out, Hermione's outer vaginal lips distending out as Harry's cock – gleaming with Hermione's cum – spilled out and a spray of pussy juice mixed with sperm – hemmed in by Harry's cock – hit the ground, flowing out from Hermione's gushing quim.

The Head Girl shuddered as she collapsed against Harry's thigh. He laughed and patted Hermione's head softly. He pulled Hermione up and kissed her. Hermione hugged him close as Harry mauled her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. Gabrielle saw Hermione's incredibly tiny slit part, her lips still quivering with pleasure, as dollops of semen streamed out of it and ran down her thighs.

Almost like her twat was weeping semen. Hermione then turned around and Harry let her lean on his chest; with a wave of his wand, Hermione's skirt and his pants were back in place. He then pointed his wand around at Hermione's tummy from the front and murmured something. His wand glowed orange and Hermione sighed.

Anti-pregnancy, Gabrielle thought.

And then he just held Hermione as they both stared out in a pleasant haze. The other girls leaned against Harry from the sides as well.

Gabrielle frowned. She didn't care about the other four – only Hermione concerned her.

Hermione… and the look in Harry's eyes as he held her in his strong arms. Gabrielle had never seen him look like that before. He looked like he was in…

No, Gabrielle thought furiously. She needed to talk to Ginny.

***

Hogwarts, the next day

"You… what?" Gabrielle asked Ginny, "How many women did you let him sleep with?"

Ginny stared at Gabrielle. They were alone in their dormitory.

"I… uh,��� and Ginny trailed off.

"Ginny, please," Gabrielle pleaded.

"I guess… uh, Fleur," Ginny said.

"I know that," Gabrielle said. "But who else?"

"Angelina… that was just once though," Ginny said, "Audrey seems to be… uh… interested as well, but they haven't really done anything yet. And… uh, my mom."

"Your mother?" Gabrielle asked incredulously, then shook her head. She had no idea why the redhead was doing this – she had initially chalked it up to being due to Ginny's suppressed desire for women. And that still could be the reason, but she felt like there was something far more powerful at work here. She wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth though.

"Fine," Gabrielle said, as Ginny started to justify her actions, "Who else?"

"Hermione," Ginny said flatly, "But that was just once… way before Christmas."

Gabrielle really wanted to let Ginny know that Harry had been shagging Hermione as recently as the day before, but she simply could not bring herself to say anything against her Harry.

"Why Hermione?" Gabrielle prodded.

"She's attached to Ron," Ginny said, "She's not really in love with Harry or anything. All of the girls that have… been… with Harry, have been attached in a relationship." Ginny paused, then added nastily, "Except for you."

Gabrielle scoffed internally. Hermione was not really in love with Harry my foot.

"Ginny," the half-veela said, her voice rising in pitch, "Angelina and Audrey are practically strangers to Harry. One was once his Quidditch captain and teammate and the other is a model he's seen in posters. Your mother has been with your father for decades – she's not going to leave him now."

"What about Fleur?" Ginny asked archly.

"My sister," Gabrielle said through gritted teeth, "She has a wondrous ability to compartmentalize. When she's with Bill, she's with Bill. And when she's with Harry… trust me, she's a slut. But she's no threat."

"Threat?" Ginny asked shrilly, "To me?"

"To us," Gabrielle said.

"Keep dreaming," Ginny said, although her oft-repeated refrain had long since lost its sting.

"The real problem," Gabrielle said, casually ignoring Ginny's bluster, "… is Hermione Granger. She's been with your oaf of a brother for… what… months?"

"She's been his friend for years," Ginny protested.

"It doesn't matter," Gabrielle said, "She has a lot more in common with Harry. She has nothing in common with Ron, except for Harry."

"I don't see your point," Ginny said coldly.

Gabrielle huffed. "Ginny," she beseeched, "Hermione is in love with Harry. You can see it in her eyes. She spends more time glaring at you than you do glaring at me. And you, of all people, should know that if she ever comes out and dumps your brother for Harry, he'd accept it."

"You don't know that," Ginny said, though Gabrielle could hear the doubt in her voice. After a beat, Ginny said, "So… let me get this straight. You can join me in a relationship with Harry, but Hermione cannot?"

"Hermione isn't like us," Gabrielle said, "She'll never share a bed with you and Harry. She'll be in it only for Harry, not for you. And you know it."

"And you expect me to believe you're not in it for Harry too?" Ginny asked, crossing her arms.

"Of course I'm in it for Harry," Gabrielle said, "But you know we have chemistry too. You know, given time and Harry as a uniting factor, we could love each other, Ginny. We could eventually grow to hold equal places in his heart and can comfort each other when he's not around.

"Can you say the same thing for Hermione? Do you think she ever settles for second place to anyone but Harry?"

There was a very pregnant pause as Gabrielle finished.

"I… need to think," Ginny said faintly.

With a sinking feeling, Gabrielle realized that she needed to work with Ginny if she wanted to worm her place into his heart above Hermione. It would take two of them to match up against the Head Girl.