Padma & Parvati Patil

Padma Patil, or Madam Patil as she was now known to the majority of Hogwarts' population, was more than a little irritated. The Indian witch might have been a bit more laidback when compared to her predecessor, Madam Pince, but that didn't mean she loved her work and her books any less. The Hogwarts Library was HERS to organize, protect, and secure.

And SOMEONE was really starting to piss her off. Padma had never felt the need to patrol the Hogwarts Library at night before this point. The students were supposed to be in their beds anyways, and not many would be silly enough to break curfew just to visit the library. Oh sure, they'd break curfew to get up to all sorts of other trouble, but visiting the library? Padma was aware that in that regard, she was the odd one out.

On top of that, she'd convinced the Headmistress to put more advanced security on the restricted section once she'd become the Hogwarts Librarian. Now that section was ACTUALLY restricted, instead of simply held behind a mundane lock and key. Why just anyone with a disillusionment charm or invisibility cloak had been allowed to sneak into the restricted section during her days at Hogwarts, Padma would never know.

She didn't like to speak ill of the dead, but she really never had thought much of the late Headmaster. After everything she'd watched happen during her years as a student, the Indian witch was quite confident in saying Dumbledore had either become senile in his later years or had simply been juggling too many things on his plate to be the Headmaster that the student body deserved.

… It could have been both. Regardless, while Minerva HAD been Dumbledore's protégé, she was also her own woman and her own witch. As morbid as it was to think about, Dumbledore's death and McGonagall's subsequent promotion had truly let the older witch spread her wings. Padma was more than happy for her… and happier still because it let her implement many changes to the library.

Changes that SHOULD have made it, so Padma could spend her nights actually sleeping in her own bed, rather than patrolling the library itself, as Madam Pince once had. Honestly, more than anything else, even though Padma had respected the Librarian quite a bit, she'd always suspected that Irma was the way she was because of those late nights.

After all, once the older witch had retired and gotten away from Hogwarts, she'd become incredibly laidback, relaxed, and even… friendly. Padma still maintained a good relationship with Irma Pince to this day, and they exchange pleasantries almost weekly. The other Librarian was enjoying her retirement immensely, even as she surrounded herself with her OWN books, kept safe and away from grubby little hands.

Padma was happy for her mentor, she really was. But now… now she better understood just why Madam Pince had been so unpleasant during her years as a student. Someone was messing with her library. SOMEONE was messing with HER. Padma was sick of it. That was why she was here, late at night, trying to catch the culprit in the act.

Her magic hadn't worked, oddly enough. The monitoring spells she'd put up had picked up nothing. Some of the Seventh Years might have been able to work around them, but even still, it had Padma suspicious. The only reason she hadn't reported it to the Headmistress yet was the… nature of the activities themselves that were going on late at night in HER library.

She kept finding broken shelves and soaked through books strewn across the ground. Nothing was ever stolen though. The perpetrators weren't thieves… they were perverted fornicators! Someone, more than likely multiple someones, were outright fucking in Padma's library! It was unconscionable, and Padma Patil was going to find out who it was if it was the last thing she ever did.

She was going to- Padma's eyes go wide as arms suddenly wrap around her from behind. One slips over her waist and the other across her mouth, silencing her initial squeak. Even still, the Ravenclaw feels a spark of triumph as whoever has a hold of her completely forgets to keep her from going for her wand. Padma's hand is heading that way in under a second, before a familiar voice stops her dead in her tracks.

"Going to curse me Paddy? Boy, you really are pent up."

There's a moment of stillness, and then Padma slumps in her 'assailant's' grasp, flushing a bit in embarrassment, even as she stops going for her wand. In response, the witch holding her lets go and Padma is able to turn around, staring her twin sister right in the eye with a frown on her face. Parvati Patil just grins back at her unrepentantly, even preening a bit under Padma's stare.

Even though they were born identical twins, the two have grown up and apart enough by this point that they no longer look all that similar. They're both beautiful, caramel-skinned witches in the prime of their lives, but that's just about where the similarities end. That's to be expected though, the two of them had gone very different directions, and that much was actually quite blatantly visible, right on their faces.

Where Padma has gone with a very minimalist approach when it comes to both beauty charms and regular, mundane make-up, Parvati has gone overboard. Padma looks relatively down to earth and normal. Parvati quite literally glows, her smile stretching a bit wider, her eyes glinting with delight, her every emotion and every feature shining through thanks to the magic she used to maintain her appearance.

Padma didn't fault her twin sister for it though. It was simply a difference in their career paths. Where Padma was the Hogwarts Librarian, and thus didn't need to stand out and draw the eyes of both men and women alike, Parvati was Witch Weekly's top reporter, and even the face of the magazine at this point. She had to look good, though Padma couldn't help but question why she had to look good right at that moment, at this time of night, in the middle of Padma's library.

She doesn't ask that though. Instead, she asks the more important question, keeping her voice low and quiet.

"Parvati… what are you doing here?"

Her twin regulates her own volume as well, but the wicked smile on her face doesn't face as Parvati gives an answer.

"Why do you think I'm here, Padma? To see my darling twin sister of course. Or did you think I hadn't noticed how frazzled you've been in our daily floo calls recently? Somethings up with you. Something big, if it has you patrolling the library late at night like you're Madam Pince reborn or something."

Padma's flush grows a deeper shade of red at that, as her twin sister unknowingly voices her own thoughts from earlier. Gritting her teeth, the Hogwarts Librarian glances to the side as she crosses her arms over her chest.

"I've been having… troubles with a late-night invader in the library. I don't know who it is, but I'm going to catch them."

Parvati's eyes go wide at that, and Padma is momentarily gratified by her twin taking this seriously.

"Are they stealing books? What are they after? Have you told the Headmistress about this?"

And just like that, the gratification is gone as Padma realizes she's going to have to tell her inquisitive reporter of a sister the actual details. Nibbling her lower lip, Padma considers just how she can get out of this… but in the end, the Ravenclaw doesn't see a way. She knows how Parvati can get when she sniffs a good bit of gossip, or these days, a story. The two really weren't mutually exclusive. Best to just let her twin know what was happening now… Parvati could be VERY persuasive when she wanted to be.

"… No, I haven't told McGonagall yet. They aren't technically stealing anything, and trust me, I would know."

That causes a confused look to come over Parvati's face. The other witch cocks her head to the side.

"Then… what are they doing, Padma?"

Flushed with embarrassment, Padma looks away again.

"As far as I can tell? They're fornicating. I keep finding destroyed shelves… and soaked through books. Someone is desecrating my library on a nightly basis!"

There's a moment of silence and Padma begins to nod her head. Now Parvati understands the seriousness of the situation, now- was that a giggle? Padma's eyes dart back around to see her twin sister trying to hold back her laughter. She can't quite control herself though, and a snicker escapes through her thinned-out lips, as she tries to keep the grin off her face. Gritting her teeth, Padma points a finger in her sister's direction, even as she whisper-yells at the other witch.

"Parvati! This is no laughing matter!"

Rather than burst out into laughter as Padma half expects her to do, Parvati seems to fixate on that finger for a moment, and the next thing Padma knows, she's pushed up against a nearby bookshelf, her wrists captured near-effortlessly by her twin as Parvati invades her personal space, suddenly acting in a very, VERY unsisterly manner.

"Padma… give it a rest. Just relax and let it go. C'mon, it's not like we didn't do something similar, once upon a time~"

She should have seen this coming. She just… she wasn't in the right frame of mind to realize the threat before it arrived. And now she was in no way prepared for her sister's advances. Blushing like crazy, Padma stammers out some sort of denial or refusal or what have you, but it doesn't ever truly leave her lips, not before Parvati leans forward and captures them.

The twins kiss in a way that is very much not sisterly love, but Padma finds herself just as unable to resist Parvati's advances as she has been all her life. The bookish sister melts before the curious and outgoing sister, just as she's always done. Parvati kisses her and kisses her, and its all Padma can do to mewl in protest between lips smacking against lips and tongues intertwining almost needily.

Though she did try to protest, in the end she participated as much as Parvati did, once her twin broke through her resistance. It was… it was true that once upon a time, they'd desecrated the very library that Padma now presided over. It was also true that she and Parvati had had a bit of an… intimate relationship while they'd been at Hogwarts.

Neither of them was necessarily IN love with each other. Neither of them was necessarily gay either. Both had lusted after some of the hunkier male students back in their Hogwarts days. And Padma was fairly certain that Parvati had had her fair share of male and female lovers since they'd gone down their separate paths. In fact, that wasn't actually true. While Padma was more openly repressed and prudish, Parvati was a slutty tease who'd never actually gotten around to the slut part. She'd used her beauty to flirt and get her job done, but she had yet to ever follow through. Regardless, Parvati and Padma would always be one another's first in so many ways. Their first kiss, their first molestation, their first penetration…

Speaking of which, Parvati's hands were sliding down off of her sides. Padma's own hands rest on Parvati's shoulders as the more aggressive of the two accelerates things dramatically, pulling apart Padma's robes and moving deft, caramel fingers into the beautiful witch's panties. Padma's breath hitches as her sister's fingers slip inside of her cunt. She's already growing moist, and her pussy juices are flowing more and more by the second.

Its embarrassing to be so easily controlled by her sister like this, but Padma can't help herself. She's not… it's just… f-fuck that feels good. Padma has to bite down on her knuckle to silence her moans as Parvati slides two of her digits in and out of Padma's cunt. The Witch Weekly Report has pulled back from her lips by this point and is just straight up staring into Padma's eyes as the two lose themselves in each other's gazes.

"Padma… just let it go. It's no big deal, right? Some kids getting off… at least they're doing it in a place of learning~"

There's so many things wrong with Parvati's rationalization that Padma can't help but open her mouth in protest. However, before a single word can get out, Parvati has already sunk down to her knees. Padma's mouth remains open, but a low keening moan comes from her throat as her sister wraps her hands around Padma's backside, digging them deep into her ass cheeks, and leans forward to stick her tongue right into Padma's open and exposed pussy slit.

Padma's legs very nearly buckle as Parvati proves that she hasn't forgotten at all what makes Padma tick. The beautiful Indian witch goes to town on her sister, her tongue swirling this way in that in Padma's increasingly wet cunt, even as the poor librarian gets more and more turned on. It's really just too much for her, in the end. How is Padma supposed to resist such pleasure?

Just as Padma's about to give in altogether, sinking her fingers into Parvati's soft locks and pulling her closer, the sound of falling books splits the air and Padma's head comes up sharply, her eyes wide and her arousal and lust replaced with fresh anger. With a reminder of just what she was doing up so late reared its ugly head, Padma finally found the strength to push Parvati away from her, even as her body bemoaned her sister's tongue and fingers.

Straightening out her robes, Padma gives Parvati a glare and her twin just holds up her hands as if to surrender. Happy in the knowledge that her sister wouldn't stop her, Padma turns and begins to stalk through the stacks, heading for where the noise of more books falling off of a shelf can be heard even now. Finally, she was going to catch the perpetrator. Finally, she-

… HERMIONE GRANGER?!

-x-X-x-

Parvati hadn't expected her night to turn out like this. She'd stopped by Hogwarts to check in on her sister, but when she'd exited through the floo in Padma's quarters, her twin had been nowhere to be found. Checking the library had revealed Padma skulking through the stacks, so of course she'd had to play with her a little bit.

… The makeout session and impromptu cunnilingus had been completely spur of the moment though, Parvati more acting on instinct and lust than anything else. It was how she'd lived her life, to be fair. Instinct had always served her well… and lust had done the same, more than once throughout her years. Regardless, now that Padma had been drawn to the sound of someone else in her library, Parvati didn't expect to get much in the way of intimacy.

At least not until all was said and done, and the perpetrators punished. Perhaps she could leverage that into some delicious victory sex? Parvati had always enjoyed playing with her sister's body. The twins had been fuck buddies for quite a long time now. In the end, that was why she'd gotten up and followed Padma deeper into the library. The slightest promise of some sex after all was said and done had Parvati backing her sister up. Plus, it was just the right thing to do.

Though, as they finally found the perpetrators behind the nighttime incidents occurring in the Hogwarts Library, Parvati ended up just as shocked as Padma. Almost running into her twin sister's back, the beautiful Indian witch stops dead just short of doing so, even as Padma stands stock still, her eyes wide and her jaw dropped open in complete and utter shock.

When she glances around her sister, Parvati's eyes go wide as well. It's not a student, getting thoroughly screwed in front of them. Though, the witch IS wearing a Hogwarts Uniform. And as she looks closely, Parvati expects that, if questioned, they'd find out it was in fact the witch's old Hogwarts Uniform. The outfit is certainly form fitting enough to be something Hermione Granger wore back when she was still a student.

And yes, it is Hermione Granger, getting plowed senseless from behind, her mouth agape in a large, silent O, her tongue wildly tracing out around her lips to lick up the cum dripping down from her face. The Hogwarts Uniform is definitely a size or two too small for Granger's curvaceous, post-pregnancy body, and its covered in sweat and seed from what Parvati can see.

Her flailing hair and voluptuous body block the view of the man fucking her, but both Parvati and Padma can still see the size of his shaft and balls as he plows Hermione from behind. He's got a big dick, that's for sure… judging by what she can see of it and of Hermione's stretched out cunt, it might just be the biggest dick she's ever found.

Padma takes a step forward, and Parvati does so as well. Belatedly, the pair realize that there was a silencing charm in place on the corner in which Hermione and the man fucking her were fornicating. They were just fucking so hard that books on the shelves several feet outside of the silencing charm were getting knocked to the floor, causing the noise that had drawn the Patil sisters' attention.

Now that they were within the silencing charm, they could hear Hermione's horny moans. On top of that, the smell of sex pervaded their senses, assaulting them both in an almost physical way as the scent wafted over the two of them. It was… intense. More than intense, it was undeniably sexy. Parvati had half a mind to reach down and touch herself right there. Hell, part of her wanted to do it to her sister instead. A rapidly growing part…

Another side effect of their closing in is Hermione finally taking note of their presence. Her already wide eyes go wider still as she sees the Patil sisters staring at her in shock, side by side. But when she attempts to pull herself away from her lover, whoever the man fucking her is, takes exception to that. Her attempts to form words, to announce their presence no doubt, are cut off by pleasure-filled screams as Hermione's lover steps up the abuse of her poor, tight little cunt without an ounce of mercy or a sign of respite.

Parvati almost loses herself in the sheer depravity of the scene before her. But luckily, it's only almost. She's still aware enough of her surroundings to see Padma slowly straightening beside her. Where Parvati is turned on and happily so by the sight before her, Padma is clearly embarrassed and upset, perhaps even angry. Luckily, she knows just how to defuse her twin sister.

Lunging forward before a single word can escape Padma's lips, Parvati forces her fingers, still wet with her twin's juices, deep into the other witch's mouth, while using her other arm to once again pull Padma close to her. Pressing flush against Padma's fat ass and wiggling backside, Parvati grins impishly, and that grin only gets wider as she feels Padma's reluctant tongue instinctively slurping her fingers clean.

Its all just too much… she can't quite help but hump Padma's plump derriere, even as she drinks in the scene of pure, delicious debauchery in front of her. Hermione continues to struggle against whoever's fucking her, no doubt mortified by the presence of the Patil twins, but she can't escape the stranger's grasp, and she ends up climaxing right before their eyes again and again, until finally her mysterious lover floods her quim with a truly massive cum load that ends up exploding out of the bookworm's stuffed cunt, the resultant excess streaming from between her legs in a white waterfall that has Parvati outright salivating, even as she continues to absently gag her sister with her long-since cleaned fingers.

"H-HARRRRRYYYY!!!"

It's in that moment that Hermione finally manages to get a word out, her tone plaintive as she screams it at the top of her lungs. It's only one word, in the end, and for a second Parvati doesn't register it as a name… but then she does, and her eyes go wide as she realizes what Hermione's just revealed. Hermione's lover, still hidden behind the lustful, perverse witch as her back arches and her eyes roll back in her head, is none other than Harry James Potter himself, Head Auror and Savior of the Wizarding World.

After everything, Parvati feels she's allowed a gasp in response to this epiphany. But in the end, that's what finally gets Harry's attention. Not Hermione's struggling, nor her shouting of his name, but the gasp that doesn't come from his mouth or his current fuck toy's. Slowly, Hermione falls forward, her head hanging as exhaustion takes over. Slowly, Harry comes into view, his emerald green eyes glinting as he stares at both Patil sisters.

Parvati freezes under that stare, and Padma does the same. Both women can only blush in shame and lustful anticipation at the smirk on Harry's face and the promise in his gaze.

-x-X-x-

"Now I know why Hermione suddenly got so much tighter."

He lets out a dark chuckle as he drops the witch in question completely, allowing her to bonelessly slip off of his cock with a slick pop. Hermione falls to the floor with a moan and a groan, her ass still sticking up in the air and her disheveled Hogwarts Uniform just getting more and more defiled as his white, hot seed pumps out of her and along her sloping body.

But Harry isn't paying his slavish little bookworm a single bit of attention, not anymore. His eyes are focused solely on the beautiful Indian witches standing before him. The Patil Twins were long a source of fantasy for him when he was growing up. Teenage Harry had had more than his fair share of wet dreams considering the two, especially after the Yule Ball. But he and Ron had both fucked up the Ball enough that he knew he could never hope to get with either girl.

At least, not back then. With a wicked grin on his face and his cock, hard and messy hanging between his legs, Harry sits back in the chair behind him, and casually places his feet up on his slutty, half-conscious footstool, planting his heels right on Hermione's voluptuous, fat ass cheeks. This draws a groan from the brunette witch, but Harry still couldn't care less about her in that moment. She was a toy, a tool, useful for his pleasure, but not nearly as interesting to him as Padma and Parvati, standing before him right then and there.

They looked hot. With Padma helplessly suckling at her sisters' fingers even then and Parvati panting as she humps at her twin's ass like a bitch in heat, it's clear what they want. Harry isn't afraid of trouble, or censure. He's going to fuck these sluts before he leaves this place tonight. One way or the other.

"I wonder… what sort of punishment should I concoct for a couple of stray bitches who have so rudely interrupted my studies?"

The Patil twins go still at that for a moment, and then Parvati pulls her fingers out of Padma's mouth and begins to reach for the front of her robes. Padma, meanwhile, while still flushed scarlet, seems more capable of collecting herself without her sister's hands on her. The librarian's fists clench and she even manages a glare as she stares at Harry.

"A-And just what sort of studies are those?"

Luckily, he was more than ready for such a question. Grinning unrepentantly, Harry cocks his head to the side.

"Why, I was conducting a study on human anatomy, of course."

Before Padma could do much more than open her mouth in response to that, Parvati cut her sister off. Harry watches on in amusement as the already naked Patil twin suddenly reaches around the front of Padma, grabs onto the prudish librarian's robes, and pulls HARD. Padma squeals as she's stripped down to almost nothing in just about the same time Parvati stripped herself in.

The more introverted of the two twins doesn't even get the chance to cover herself properly before Parvati has her lips on Padma's, the pair of them kissing heatedly right then and there. Harry watches on in amusement for a few moments, before the extrovert of the Patils suddenly forces her sister to her knees, shoving Padma's face into her waiting cunt just like that.

"I want it Harry. I want you. Give that dick to me and you can have me any way you want me. You can have my sister too. Mm, she's a good little cunt-licker. Bet she'd be a decent enough cocksucker too you know~"

Harry's eyebrows lift as Parvati grins her sister's face into her cunt in an effort to prove to him just how much of a serious slut she really is. Parvati wants him in a way he wasn't entirely expecting. Very few witches have acted as desperate, as thirsty as this whorish Indian witch in front of him. Of course, what Harry didn't know was just how pent up Parvati was. She'd never gone the final step, never took the plunge into true slut-hood.

Now she knew why. Now she knew that it was a man, a wizard like Harry that she was waiting for. Harry doesn't know this, but he's still greatly amused by just how far Parvati is showing herself willing to go just to have his cock inside of her. Hermione's dicking must have had a fairly hefty impact on her. And on her sister as well, it seemed. Padma might have been the introvert, and Parvati might have been the instigator of all of their sexual antics over the years, but that didn't mean the prudish librarian was one to take such abuse lying down.

Harry watches in ever-growing amusement as Parvati's slutty smile and bedroom eyes become a large O and a widened gaze. Padma's teeth come down hard on the Gryffindor twin's clit, and Parvati can't hold back the screaming, squirting orgasm that her sister provokes out of her, even as she loses control of her legs, flailing and falling back onto the floor, even as Padma leans back, watching her sister with a stormy expression.

Then, as if finally remembering him, the librarian looks over to where Harry sits, his feet still pressing down into Hermione's fat badonkadonk. Harry's grin unsettles and unnerves her… but it also arouses her in a way she can't possibly ignore. When his hand comes up and he gestures for her to join him, Padma is torn between her duty, and her desire.

In the end, the librarian reluctantly crawls over to the man that dared to defile her sanctum of knowledge. Harry can't help but be amused by the twin sister's little sexual catfight, and as Padma approaches, he pulls his feet off of Hermione's ass and places them down on the ground, spreading his legs apart to give Padma a place to kneel between them.arr

Reaching out, Harry treats the repressed librarian like yet another one of his toys, or perhaps a literal house pet. Caressing her blushing cheeks and stroking his fingers through her hair, Harry eventually slips his digits into her mouth, toying with her face hole even as her tongue slavishly massaged them like they were an invading cock.

Chuckling darkly at the way Padma's resistance crumbles in the face of anything in her mouth, Harry can't help but wonder if the sexy librarian has some sort of oral fixation. Not that it matters… she was always going to end up with her lips wrapped around his cock. Pulling his fingers free, Harry slips them back into Padma's hair and grips down tight on the Librarian's dark locks. Freezing up, the Indian witch looks up into Harry's face with trepidation and anticipation warring in her eyes. Harry just grins and pulls her ever closer to his actual cock, until finally he's stuffing inch after inch of his meat rod into her surprisingly greedy mouth.

Harry's beginning to suspect that Padma really DOES have an oral fixation, what with the way she practically inhales his cock. It's not long before she starts to gag and choke on his dick though, and that's where the powerful, domineering wizard steps in. His grip on her hair strengthens, and a moment later Harry is taking direct charge as he starts to really face fuck the hapless librarian, right there in the middle of her precious library.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

And yet, despite the tears welling up in her eyes and slipping down her face, despite the drool and slobber collecting on her chin and falling off onto her exposed caramel tits, the look in Padma's eyes almost seems… reverent. She's enjoying herself, and Harry only confirms that when he leans over the slutty witch, grabbing at the back of her robes and hiking them up to expose her fat, dark-skinned back side.

With her face buried in his crotch and his cock pounding away into her throat, Harry grins as he reaches out and plays with her round ass cheeks. The introverted Patil has quite the heart-shaped derriere, and he can only imagine that Parvati's is just as superb, even as he goes out of his way to turn Padma into a gargling, drooling, choking mess with his massive cock slamming home into her esophagus again and again.

While this is going on, while he's making an utter fool out of her sister, Parvati recovers from her twin's 'attack' and hastily makes her way over to where Padma and Harry are, happily crawling under him, even as Harry stands up to get a better stance for plowing Padma's throat to kingdom cum. Parvati's lips and tongue fall on his hanging ball sack, and she begins to suckle on his nuts, stopping them from their continuous smacking into Padma's messy, slobber-covered chin.

Harry can't help but laugh at the perversity both women are displaying. Grinning ferally, he leans up for a moment, transitioning his hands back to Padma's head as he gets closer and closer to a release.

"Fuck… wish I'd been more aware of my surroundings back when I was a dumb teenager. I should have taken the two of you during my fourth year, Ron be damned, and shown you what I could do with my cock. I'll have to make up for lost time now, won't I?"

With a loud groan, Harry begins to cum, his first release at the 'hands' of the Patil twins quickly overwhelming Padma's mouth and throat with hot, hot jizz. Padma isn't like her sister. She's no slut. There was no way, not in a million years, that the Hogwarts Librarian was ever going to be ready to take Harry's entire load. That doesn't stop her from struggling futilely to do just that, until eventually Harry pulls her off his cock by her pony tail, and all of his precious, delicious cream spills out of her gaping mouth onto Parvati's face.

The Gryffindor Patil welcomes the resulting cum bath with metaphorical open arms, all while the Ravenclaw of the two just stares up at Harry with glazed over eyes, face crimson red and chest heaving with need, even as she tries to catch her breath. It's a little hard for her to do so however when Harry just keeps on spewing cum all over the two of them, erupting like a geyser across the faces of the Patil twins without a care in the world.

And then its over… or at least, that bit is over. Harry's just getting started, and as he steps back from the pair and sits back down on his seat, his grin tells the twins that they're nowhere near finished.

"Strip."

Two pairs of dark eyes go wide and then a moment later a struggle ensues as sister turns upon sister. It doesn't take much for both to get out of their already undone robes and their underwear, but Parvati has a slight advantage in the end anyways, and before Padma can truly get the upper hand, the Gryffindor Patil clamors up onto Harry's lap and drops herself onto Harry's cock without another moment of hesitance, slamming herself down on his massive meat rod post-haste.

There's a moment of silence, before Parvati shrieks and squirts wildly from taking Harry's dick up inside of her all at once. She had very clearly underestimated his girth and his size, but that didn't stop Harry from enjoying himself on the delicious caramel-skinned witch. As Parvati cums again and again on his cock, Harry grabs at her ass cheeks, thrusting up into her and leaning forward to suckle and bite at her delicious titties.

Of course, Padma isn't one to be deterred it seems. Put out but not yet defeated, the loosened librarian attacks her sister's stretched pussy with renewed vigor as Parvati bounces up and down on Harry's prick, her eyes rolling around in her head and her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she alternatives between screaming for more and begging for mercy.

She gets one but not the other as Harry pounds into her from below like an upside-down jackhammer, and Parvati is forced to take every last inch of his pistoning meat rod as he plows her senseless. Padma gets a nice, front row seat to that. She watches as her extrovert of a sister goes absolutely crazy on Harry's dick. She watches as Harry makes use of the beautiful Gryffindor Patil, and she watches as her twin loses herself in the pleasure.

And then, she gets to watch as Harry cums again, his seed filling Parvati's womb. As he does so, Harry pulls his mouth back off of Parvati's tit, and spins the Indian witch around without ever pulling his cumming cock out of her cunt. Padma gets a front row seat to this as well, her sister's taut stomach inflating as Harry obviously pierced her cervix with his final thrust. His seed pumps into her womb and Parvati's loses complete control of herself, flailing and spasming as a truly massive load of cum ends up deposited inside of her, stretching her abdomen out in a rather obscene way.

Padma pulls back at that, and for the first time, feels a bit of fear. Harry takes note of the look on the introverted Patil sister's face, but he doesn't spare her anything. Nor does he spare Parvati. With a savage grin, Harry lifts Parvati off of his cock and shifts her forward just an inch. A fountain of seed flows out and hits Padma in the face for a moment, before he slams her sister back down onto his shaft, this time taking her anal virginity right then and there.

For the first time, Padma's cum-covered face registers a look of horror as she finally recognizes Harry's seemingly endless stamina. Parvati meanwhile, can do nothing but convulse helplessly, her already addled mind not doing much to help in her current predicament, even as Harry pulls her head back, forcing her back muscles to ripple as her entire body arches. He smashes his lips against hers, and she can do nothing but scream into his mouth as she cums again and again from the brutal butt pounding she's now receiving at the end of his big, fat cock.

Harry wastes no time in pounding Parvati silly all over again. Her ass is even tighter than her cunt, and he very much enjoys the pressure, the pleasure of fucking her back door with all his might. Groaning loudly, Harry thrusts up into the Indian witch, even as she comes back down from every bounce, his cock once more burrowing, once more sheathing inside of her asshole.

Again, and again and again, even as Padma watches on, frozen in fear and arousal and horror and lust. The Hogwarts Librarian knows she should put a stop to what's happening before her. In fact, she very well might have been the only one who could. But no, she wouldn't. And in the end, even if she had mustered the courage to try, she couldn't have succeeded.

Hermione was an example of a witch who tried to stand up to Harry. Susan Bones was another. What was the Hogwarts Librarian going to do in the face of their failures? How was she to fight back against the overwhelming magical might and sexual prowess of the Head Auror himself? Some of this ran through Padma's thoughts, even as she stared up at the horrifying sight before her.

As Harry fucked her sister senseless when Parvati already WAS fucked senseless the first go around, Padma contemplated her current circumstances, and found her situation untenable. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know who to turn to. Harry was… he was a monster with a sexual appetite that terrified her. But how was she supposed to fight against him, when her body and a growing part of her mind wanted him so damn badly?

Parvati shrieks again, and Padma's thoughts are derailed as she watches Harry cum inside of her twin yet again. The wizard disengages from her sister's mouth and directs a wicked grin in Padma's direction, locking eyes with her and staring her down, even as he pumps another truly massive load into Parvati's bowels. Inflating her body with even more cum, Harry grunts his enjoyment, and then he finally moves on, pushing Parvati off of his dick and dropping his newest cum rag to the floor as he stands up and steps over her.

A whimper suddenly leaves Padma's throat, and before she can fully register her own actions, the Librarian realizes she's crawling the opposite way, like some meek prey sensing her own impending doom. The repressed, prudish woman finds herself on her hands and knees, desperately crawling through the stacks, out of the corner of the library that Harry had made his own, right past Hermione, who even now was face down, ass up. The brunette witch was resting, and she knew not to move lest she draw Harry's attention once more… in the end, that was the only position she could safely rest in without ending up on the end of Harry's massive impaling cock yet again.

Of course, Padma didn't get far before a pair of firm, masculine hands closed around her wide, caramel hips. A fearful whine leaves Padma's lips, and her fingernails scramble against the stone floor of the library, but in the end, she's dragged back into Harry's corner, dragged back into the dragon's den. She goes right past Hermione, and for a moment they lock gazes. In that instant, Padma gets more information out of Hermione's apologetic, relieved gaze then she ever wanted. The bookish brunette is more than a little happy, knowing that Padma's fall, knowing that her and her sister's subservience to Harry would only give Hermione more rest.

And then their gaze is cut off as Padma is dragged back even further still, this time past her sister, who doesn't even seem to register her presence when she looks into Parvati's glazed over eyes. And then they're there, at the place where Harry sat and fucked both Hermione and Parvati senseless. The place where Padma already choked on his dick.

This time though, she's facing away from him. This time, her lower holes are exposed and vulnerable, and Padma knows exactly what Harry's capable of as his fully erect, rock hard meat rod slaps down HARD on her up-turned ass, pulsating and throbbing even then.

"I'm disappointed in you, Padma. You're acting so ungrateful, after I decided to take you both in. I'm going to feed and care for you and your sister from now on, you hot little cunt. Be my pet, or be my toy."

Padma shudders at Harry's dark, commanding tone. His voice runs over her thoughts like a silken blanket, but that blanket grows heavier and heavier with every single word he speaks. She opens her mouth to try and talk her way out of her current circumstances, confident that Harry can be reasoned with. Padma never even gets the chance to try, her words choking in her throat as Harry slips his cockhead in between her pussy lips and slams forward without a second thought, or even a word of warning.

Her virginity is gone, just like that. Harry groans as he claims it, reshaping her tight hole with a single thrust and then following that up with a dozen more. He really starts to fuck her, even as his hand curls around her braided ponytail. Padma yowls like a wounded cat, while Harry pounds into her from behind, continuing his wanton destruction of her sacred flower.

Padma very nearly succumbs into blissful oblivion when he fully imbeds himself within her the first time. His cock pops right past her cervix, and the sensation nearly causes the Indian witch to white-out then and there as her eyes roll back in her head. But when he pulls back out, she regains herself unfortunately, only for him to do it all over again.

Every rough thrust deep into her womb brings Padma closer to passing out, and the librarian can't help but welcome it, even as orgasm after orgasm wracks her body. Harry pounds her senseless, just like he did her sister, but Parvati was always the slutty one, while Padma has always prided herself on her intelligence.

Having that dribble out of her ears only makes Padma struggle harder to keep her wits about her. Which in turn leaves her feeling every last inch of Harry's dick as it rams into her time and time again. Finally though, he cums. Finally, he very nearly finishes bringing her over the edge into sweet, sweet oblivion so that she can finally pass out and rest.

However, before her eyes can finish fluttering shut. Before Padma can truly fall into a deep slumber to recover from the events of the evening… Harry shows he's not quite done yet. The Hogwarts Librarian comes back to life with a shriek that rivals her passed out sister's, even as Harry buries his messy, lubed up cock deep in her tight little back door.

The next thing she knows, she's being forced into Hermione's ass cheeks as well, as Harry practically walks her forward, making her crawl across the floor like… like some sort of pet, some sort of animal! Padma can do nothing to stop it though, and in fact she can do nothing but obey the nonverbal orders. Forced between Hermione's ruined butt cheeks, Padma's eyes threaten to roll back in her head all over again as she swallows the cum coming out of Hermione's overflowing holes, all while fighting back against the endless, relentless string of orgasms threatening to erode her very sense of self.

Even as much as she struggled though, Padma Patil was no superwoman. She couldn't hold it back forever. Fighting against both a physical drowning of Harry's seed from Hermione's holes, and a more mental drowning of pleasure from Harry's cock buried in her ass, Padma was eventually undone by one last string of powerful, deep, penetrating thrusts from the man currently butt-fucking her like there was no tomorrow.

Padma's eyes roll back in her head one final time, and her tongue, slurping at Hermione's cunt lips, goes straight as her entire body also goes ram-rod straight. The introverted Patil sister experiences one last explosive orgasm as Harry fills her ass just like he filled her cunt, just as he filled Parvati and Hermione's lower holes.

That pleasure, that ecstasy, that BLISS is the last thing Padma thinks of before she finally slips into oblivion, passing out and joining her sister in unconsciousness. Neither of them will ever escape from their new Master. Neither of them will ever escape the sexual depravity that Harry has injected and will keep injecting into their lives.

And by the time he's through with the two of them, neither of them will want to, either.

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A few hours later, just as the sun is barely starting to rise, and with only a couple of hours before the library opens to Hogwarts' general population, Harry lets out a sigh as he reads a passage in a woefully inaccurate History Book.

"This is… honestly, this is depressing. The depiction of my battle with Voldemort in this thing is just… disgraceful. I wonder if I should convince McGonagall to hire a new History Professor. Teaching this tripe instead of some real history… it's certainly a fireable offense. I no doubt have the clout, but is it worth using it on this? Hm, what do you think girls?"

Harry glances down at his pets, and his lips curl upwards into a truly satisfied grin. At the moment, only Hermione is able to respond. Neither Patil is in the right frame of mind for anything close to coherent conversation at this point. Both Padma and Parvati are currently joined in unholy fucked silliness, their faces showing complete and utter mental annihilation as they kneel on either side of his lap, their fat, caramel rears pressed against either side of his cock. They're using their ass cracks to mindlessly stroke him off, and Harry is greatly enjoying hot-dogging the beautiful twins as he lounges and reads.

Hermione, meanwhile, has the head of his cock in his mouth, suckling on just the tip even as she seems to greatly enjoy the way the Patil sisters' butt cheeks rub up and down against the sides of her head, again and again. Even though she technically could respond to his question, the brunette witch knows better at this point. Harry grins as she looks up into his emerald green eyes with a healthy mixture of fear and devotion, her lips suctioning down and her cheeks hollowing out as she works all the harder at sucking the tip of his prick off.

He's getting close again, even as he reaches out and runs a hand through Hermione's locks.

"That's a good girl you filthy little slut. Keep it up and maybe I'll let you out of the dog house finally."

Hermione's eyes widen and even though he'd thought she was already giving it her all, Hermione somehow manages to redouble her efforts. Harry just laughs at that, and groans as he begins to cum a moment later. In all fairness, Hermione probably thought she'd been giving it her all as well that entire time… but Harry knew just how much of a motivator punishment and reward could be.

Even as his cum paints both Hermione's face and the caramel asses of his newest fuck toys white with his seed, Harry lounges back and grins happily, enjoying himself immensely. All the while, both the Patil twins and Hermione continue to enjoy themselves as well, partially because of his big, fat dick, and partially because of the three copies of 'The Monster Book of Monsters' that Harry had pulled out of the restriction section and charmed to play with.

The toothy, half-sentient books didn't bite down half as hard as they originally did anymore. Instead, they played with the tits they'd been offered quite aggressively, or at least, the pair of books on the Patil twins' chests did. Some harmless nibbling and quite a lot of pulling and teasing of their nipples had both Padma and Parvati moaning wantonly, even as they continued to hot dog Harry's dick between their cum-covered butt cheeks.

Meanwhile, Hermione's copy was beneath her, the brunette witch sat on the spine of the Monster Book of Monsters that Harry had given to her. Her slick quim continually slid back and forth across the half-sentient book's spine, which in turn causes it to purr and vibrate beneath her in contentment. That of course causes Hermione to move and slide back and forth even more, causing a nice, fun little vicious circle of pleasure for the brunette witch.

All in all, it was a completely, utterly debauched sight before him. And it was entirely of Harry's own making. A wide grin on his face, the wizard goes back to reading the newest history book in his hands. Honestly, this was the only dark spot on such a fun, enjoyable night. This… this terribly inaccurate book didn't deserve to be in the Hogwarts Library, and it certainly didn't deserve to be in a single student's trunk.

Harry was going to have to do something about this… mm, but it could wait. For now, he was going to enjoy his pets. And they? They were going to enjoy him. Whether they liked it or not.

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