The Other Side

Ginny was 'with' Harry through his entire evening with Hermione.

She nearly cried when they kissed. Harry's love for Hermione was beautiful, he cared for her so much. He admired her, worried about her, and respected her beyond measure. And he loved her. Harry's love for Hermione was beautiful, and even if she wanted to, Ginny wasn't sure she'd have the heart to stop it.

It would have bothered Ginny before, but now Ginny was secure in her relationship with Harry in a way possibly no one had been before. She had complete assurance at any given moment of just how much Harry loved her, desired her, and needed her. Having an inside view of Harry's heart, she knew that what Harry felt for Hermione didn't take anything away from what she and Harry had.

Ginny began to play with herself as they started snogging properly, but it wasn't until Hermione let her dress fall to the ground that she began in earnest. She was completely immersed in Harry's experience at this point. The way Harry looked at Hermione's body, admired and lusted after her curves and exposed skin. She was vicariously experiencing what it was like for a man to desire a woman.

Hermione's bra came off, and Ginny moaned aloud at the rush of desire that swept through Harry. He caressed them, and they were so soft in his hands, and while Ginny's boobs were so small that Harry could essentially encircle them with his hands, Hermione's spilled out of his grip.

You like that Harry/ Ginny moaned. You like those big tits?

You know I do. Harry responded gamely. He had been worried that Ginny would be insecure about Hermione having larger breasts than her, but she wasn't. In fact, she seemed to get a thrill out of it.

I bet you've snuck looks at them before. When she leans over, exposing her cleavage. Ginny continued, and they both knew she was right. Have you jerked off, thinking about Hermione and her tits?

Unbidden, Harry recalled several times when he had done exactly that. Satisfaction emanated from Ginny Hah. You should kiss them, suck on them, I know you want to.

Ginny continued to egg him on, reveling in each new development. When Hermione wrapped her hand around his cock, however, they both froze, Ginny's thoughts stuttering at the sudden stimulation.

Yesssss. Ginny hissed. Look at her stroke your sexy cock, and -OHHH! Ginny bucked sharply when Hermione first licked along his shaft, and again when she took him into her mouth, as if she could drive his cock forward.

Ginny crowed when it occurred to Harry that Ginny was much better at this than Hermione was, even on her first try. Don't worry Harry. We'll get her trained up in no time, she is a clever witch.

Ginny's filthy commentary continued, noting everything Harry's lust addled mind noticed, the way her boobs swayed with the motion of her head and the way the vibration from her moans ran down his shaft. Occasionally, she conjured something from her fantasies- invariably something very kinky, involving Harry dominating or taking advantage of Hermione. In one fantasy, which stuck in Harry's mind particularly, Hermione was on her hands and knees between him and Ginny, Harry was fucking her from behind while Ginny ground her pussy into the girl's face, forcing her to eat her out.

You'd like to team up, Gin? Harry teased.

You know it luv.

As Harry's pleasure rose, Ginny's hips began thrusting her hips regularly, as if fucking the air with a phantom cock. Her fingers rubbed mercilessly and audibly at her clit. Harder! Fuck her face! She urged, before spewing a string of profanity.

His orgasm, of course, had triggered her own. Her hips jerked violently as her cunt spasmed in time with Harry's cock, squirting her arousal across her bedsheets, as if emulating his cock. Ginny watched in erotic fascination as he spewed his cum across her mouth, and when Hermione seemed to savor his cum, moaning and swallowing it greedily.

Harry had barely touched Hermione when the girl came, shaking and wailing. Any insights Gin?

I have no idea what's happening, but it's hot as fuck. She responded, as they both watched the brunette buck and cry out in pleasure. When she finally settled down, Ginny realized what she wanted Harry to do. Make her cum again.

Harry was on the same page as Ginny, grinning confidently, he asked "You ready for more?".

Hermione stared at him with wide eyes filled with unfathomable lust. "Ooooh please."

Harry pulled down her soaked panties, and began to caress her pussy lips. Hermione gasped, which became a series of pitiful whimpers when his fingers found her clit.

"You like that 'Mione?" He asked, as he began rubbing at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Between whimpers, Hermione managed "Y-yessss."

"Talk to me. What are you feeling?"

"M-my c-clit! It feels so good. So good. So bloody good."

Not the most eloquent, is she? Ginny joked.

"You want me to keep doing this?"

"Please don't stop." She begged "OOHH! I'm so close. So close. So close. Please just keep-"

"Keep what, 'Mione?"

"Rubbing my cLIT!" She choked "OhohohohohohpleaseohpleaseohpleaseI'm OOOOOOOH!"

She was coming again. To be fair. She lasted longer than last time. Ginny noted. When she came down, Hermione looked debauched. She was panting, and her eyes were unfocused. Her upper body was flushed, including her heaving chest. Her legs were splayed out, presenting her wet and inflamed pussy to Harry.

Make her cum again.

Harry set to work, almost instantly erasing any sense of composure from Hermione. Look at her, luv. The brightest witch of her age, your mindless slut. All that studying and reading, yet it only takes your fingers to reduce her to a moaning wreck.

She was, if anything, less coherent this time. Even when Harry talked to her directly, she'd only response monosyllabically, or extremely repetitively, or unintelligibly.

Use your mouth. Ginny urged, and Harry complied, pressing his lips against her clit and sucking. Harry hadn't gotten much of an opportunity to try out his oral skills with Ginny, who really just preferred him to fuck her, even before their bonding, but Hermione didn't seem to mind.

She convulsed, letting out a raw cry. Her hands gripped the back of his head to pull him down and she humped his face. She fell apart again, gripped by another orgasm. Her thighs clenched around his head and her fingers dug almost painfully into his scalp, but Harry didn't relent. After she came back to earth, he doubled down, manipulating her clit expertly with his mouth and tongue, stroking and sucking at her. Simultaneously, he started using his fingers to penetrate her, setting a steady rhythm.

Hermione hadn't even regained her bearings when Harry's attentions swept her away again. He bore down on her, pressing her into the bed with his free hand. Hermione's fingers went slack and instead of insistent bucking, her hips were now absently gyrating within the range of movement Harry was allowing.

Words, rationality, and all thought had deserted her. She was a slave to her clit- that sensitive, needy little nub that Harry had figured out how to manipulate. And now he was using it to overthrow her faculties and leave her at his mercy.

She came again, and Harry didn't stop. His fingers found her G-spot, and he angled them so that they would hit it with every stroke. He brought Hermione to the edge again, but just as she was about to tip over, he stopped.

Hermione cried out in loss. Words came to her again "No. Please. Please. Please." She tried to buck her hips upwards, but was stopped by Harry's hands firmly holding her back. He had positioned himself at her entrance, and he was meeting her eyes. She didn't look away, instead looking into his eyes as she repeated "Please."

His cock felt so powerful as he sheathed himself within her. Her folds parted for him and her body seemed to ripple at the intrusion. Her eyes rolled back into her head as yet another delirious moan was wrenched from her throat, and Harry realized both girls were coming.

Ginny was gone the instant Harry sheathed his shaft within the girl. She was taken by the masculine lust, the sense of dominance and power pulsing from his cock. It was like a drug, a high that no other woman had ever experienced. While her orgasm may not have touched some of the peaks she'd reached in the past few days, it easily trumped anything she'd felt before bonding with Harry.

Hermione was undone just as much by the feeling Harry's magical power penetrating her core as she was by the physical sensation of being filled for the first time. Yet even as her core contracted around him, urging him to release himself within her, Harry began to thrust.

Harry knew he wasn't going to last long, with Ginny's intense pleasure on one end and Hermione's inner muscles massaging him on the other, but he wanted to go out with a bang. He plunged himself into her, and Ginny's hips mirrored his movements. And when he finally found release, both of his girls fell over the edge with him again. Ginny, still in the midst of her orgasm, became supercharged by Harry's, the primal urge to pump his seed deep into her and the release of emptying himself.

Hermione's body stiffened with Harry's first load, hungrily soaking up his magic like an addict needing its next hit. Not just her cunt, but every muscle in her body contracted in pleasurable release, and each volley that Harry shot into her pushed her higher. Long after Harry had spent himself, he rode along with the waves of pleasure coming from Ginny, and appreciated Hermione's continued contractions and spasms.

Hermione was a quivering, drooling mess. Harry was blissfully satisfied and ready to doze off. But Ginny wasn't finished yet.

Harry, you're going to fuck her again.

I might need a bit of recuperation time Gin.

Ginny rolled her eyes. Come here. She told him, her meaning was obvious to him. She didn't mean physically, she wanted him to join her in her mind, after putting some amount of distance between them for the night.

Harry did as she asked him to, and was immediately bowled over. Ginny was still ravenous. She was insatiable, and she wanted more. She wanted him to fuck Hermione again and again and again until her appetite was sated.

Harry's cock, which had been soft, immediately stood at attention. Good. I'm glad I can still give you all the incentive you need. Now fuck her again!

I want you to ruin her.

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Hermione awoke the next morning disoriented. What… what had happened?

She cast back for memories. She'd gotten ready for her date with Harry, he'd swept her off her feet, taken her to the room of requirement. He told her he loved her, and they kissed.

Oh Merlin.

Hermione staggered into the bathroom, taking stock of herself in the mirror. She'd made him cum, she swallowed it all, along with a hefty dose of his magic. It had affected her… profoundly. Harry seemed to be able to play her like a harp, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of her.

Even thinking about it, she felt heat pool in her core. She pressed her thighs together uncomfortably, willing herself to quell the arousal. Come on Hermione, just because you had sex with Harry doesn't mean you have to start acting like Ginny.

But she couldn't deny that it had been a little more than 'just' sex with Harry. Through the haze of pleasure, magic, and hormones, she honestly couldn't remember how the night had ended, or how she'd gotten back to her room.

It scared her.

No. She didn't need to masturbate. She was just fine. No problem. Besides, it might make her late to class. Yes, classes were today. She needed to focus.

When she sat down at breakfast, she should have realized this wouldn't work. Harry looked just… ravishing. Her body seemed to react to his presence instinctively, as if it remembered what had happened last night and knew what Harry could do.

Ginny for her part, was looking extremely cocky. The redhead kept flashing her knowing grins with raised eyebrows.

Not thinking about it. Hermione insisted to herself. There's time for that later, we've got classes to worry about.

Maybe if the class had been something even remotely engaging, it would have been fine. As it was, their first class of the day was History of Magic. While Hermione had taken pains to maintain notes on the class, even she could admit that Professor Binns was a bit… dry.

She and Harry (conveniently!) had ended up sitting at a desk together. Ron had paired up with Lavender, and they seemed to be using the class as an opportunity to low-key make out. Neville and Hannah were sitting together doing… huh, exactly the same thing, if much more subtly. Many of the others were sound asleep, Monday morning History of Magic was a bad idea.

Professor Binns didn't seem to notice, and kept lecturing as usual. Hermione had to fight her eyes, as they kept attempting to look over at Harry. Please just focus. She willed herself, as she began scribbling notes. She wasn't going to let anything get in the way of academic success, not even the ridiculously hot bloke who'd shagged the hell out of her last night.

Not thinking about that.

She nearly jumped in her seat when Harry put his hand on her thigh, right above her knee. Her breath hitched, but she refused to acknowledge him. Their lower bodies were hidden from open view by the desk but she didn't want to draw undue attention to them, or at least that's what she told herself.

Harry kept his head forward, pretending to pay attention to the lecture even as he steady traced circles along her thigh. Each motion stoked the heat in her core just a touch hotter, and with each circle he traced on her skin his hand moved up her thigh.

Hermione wasn't taking notes, she could barely even focus on Binn's words. Her hands gripped the desk so hard that her knuckles turned white. She forced herself to stare forwards, gritting her teeth to avoid reacting to him.

Harry's hand continued to travel up her thigh, under her uniform skirt, and Hermione realized that she had parted her legs slightly for him. Boldly, Harry moved his hand up to her panty line, along her inner thigh.

As hard as she was trying, she couldn't suppress her gasp, or the way her hips twitched forward, or how her head title back. Harry's hand was so close to her aching core, she didn't care about class, or the other students, or getting caught, she just wanted him to touch her.

Then Harry withdrew. He was taking notes again, acting like nothing had happened. Hermione was furious. He couldn't just do that! Work her up like that and leave her hanging, hot, wanting, unable to focus.

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"I can't believe you, Harry." Hermione snapped "In the middle of class! We could have gotten caught."

After class, Hermione had grabbed his forearm and dragged him away to the room of requirement, where she began to vent her frustration with her friend.

"If it was bothering you that much, you could have stopped me." Harry said softly "Moved my hand away. Told me not to. But you seemed to be enjoying it." Harry voice gained an edge as he continued.

"Yes. Well." Hermione fumbled. He was right, she had enjoyed it. It hadn't even occurred to her to try to stop him, because she hadn't wanted to. She didn't want to admit the real reason she was upset, that he had stopped. "It wasn't fair. You completely distracted me, and I couldn't focus on the class."

Harry smiled. "What? The brightest witch of her age couldn't focus because a bloke touched her thigh?"

Hermione blushed. What could she say? He was right. "Okay. Fine. I couldn't focus. I admit it. That doesn't give you free license to tease me."

Harry held his hands up in surrender. "Alright. I'm sorry I got you worked up in class, how about I make it up to you?" He conceded apologetically. She tried to mask her eagerness at what 'making it up to her' would entail, but it seemed she failed miserable. Harry took it as an invitation and kissed her, placing his hand back on her thigh, stroking it once again and casting another furl of heat in her core.

"Ooooh." Of course that's what she really wanted, but had been too proud to admit.

"Just say the word 'Mione." He murmured in her ear. "Anything you want."

Anything she wanted? The possibilities exploded into her mind. "Take off your clothes!" She blurted out eagerly. Harry grinned, and began to undress. Hogwarts uniforms consisted of many items of clothing, so it wasn't exactly a quick process, and it seemed at times that Harry was dragging it out. He took his time unlacing his shoes, undoing his tie, and unbuttoning each button of his shirt.

Hermione was embarrassed to say that she lapped Harry's little strip tease up. She'd pushed her panties down her legs (they'd only get in the way) and had begun to rub herself unabashedly. Once again, the rational part of her brain was taking a back seat to the driving need between her legs.

She drank in his body, licking and biting at her lips with every piece of skin he revealed. "Ooooh Harry, you're so…" She trailed off, embarrassed.

"So what?" Harry challenged as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, revealing the erections straining against his boxers.

"So sexy." She groaned, eying his bulging crotch. "Take them off." She insisted "I want to see it."

"As you wish." Harry answered, tugging down his boxers and letting his erection spring free.

She whined. Her rubbing sped up as the heat in her core ratcheted up a notch. He really was a sight, lean and muscled all over and humming with magic, accentuated by his swollen penis.

"If all you want to do is masturbate to me, I'm sure I can provide you with pictures." Harry teased. Hermione paused, because he was right of course, she'd gotten so caught up with herself that she'd forgotten she could do whatever she wanted with Harry's gloriously sexy body.

"Lay down." She instructed. Harry settled into the bed the room had provided, idly waiting for her to continue. "Oooh, touch yourself." Yes, that was perfect. His hand was methodically pumping up and down his shaft, up and down, putting on a show just for her. Although I bet Ginny's going mad, she has class right now. "But don't cum!" She remembered. "You can't cum unless you're inside me."

She watched him stroke himself for a short while, until she climbed on top of him and lowered herself onto him. She was almost fully clothed, aside from her panties, and she found she quite liked the imbalance. It made her feel in control- to have Harry completely exposed to her eyes while she was still clothed. Her folds parted for him, enveloping his shaft within her. She moaned luxuriously "Ooooh, feels so good." She bottomed out, pressing her crotch directly to his.

"What does it feel like?"

She moaned again as she brought herself back down on him again. Each of her thrusts were short and powerful, but she lingered him sheathed within her after each thrust, enjoying the feel of his cock and magic throbbing in her core. "Uhh, I can feel your magic."

"Hnnngg." She thrusted sharply again. "It's flowing through your penis, ready to boil over. And every time I -UHNG- I thrust it gets even stronger, until it erupts inside of me."

Hermione's hands, placed on Harry's solid chest to brace herself were shaking. She was so close, and she knew the only thing keeping her from cumming was how slow she was thrusting. "Harry, I-" She was interrupted, however.

"Guys, what…" Ron paused, eyes wide and jaw open." "…WHAT?"