I See You

Katie and Ginny both left to take their overdue showers, leaving Harry alone with Demelza.

She… had a way of inspiring an unexpected variety of emotions in him.

There was, of course, arousal. Her body was completely exposed to him, perhaps intentionally so, as she made a point to spread her legs further and push out her chest after he'd started speaking to her. This was only enhanced by the sheen of sweat covering her body, and the effect her heavy breathing had on her breasts. Moreover, she was so eager, so desperate to please, and so very subservient. He couldn't deny the effect she had on him. It made him want to pin her down and fuck her senseless as much as he wanted to hold her in his arms and surround her with love.

She provoked his protective instincts, much like Luna could, only stronger. Her eyes, so trusting, pierced his heart. She made herself so vulnerable to him that he couldn't help but want to shield her from the world, protect her from anyone who'd want to hurt or take advantage of her.

Even, perhaps, himself.

"Er, Dem?" He asked hesitantly, breaking 'character' for the moment "Are you… okay with everything that we did?"

She nodded fervently in response "Absolutely. I…" Her tone dipped low as her eyes flickered down his body. "I loved it."

"Even the part where you have to deny yourself for the next few days?" His tone was a bit teasing now.

"Yes! I can do it! I'll do it and then…" She let out a breathy whine, before her hands clenched at her sides in an attempt at self control. "I mean. I can do this, Harry. I want to do this and I'm very happy with everything… even if it's going to drive me out of my mind."

Harry chuckled. "Well, please don't hesitate in using the safe word if you ever feel its too much for you. I don't want to hurt you, Dem. That's the last thing I want." His gaze, as he locked eyes with her, was full of compassion and love. He brought a hand to her cheek, brushing aside her hair affectionately. "I just want you to be happy, Dem."

Demelza seemed to melt before him, her returning gaze was practically euphoric. "I am, Ma- Sir, I am."

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Hermione sat cross-legged in the center of the room of requirement. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing even as she attempted to focus, trying to look inward and feel. Feel Harry's magic, reaching out through their bond, and feel her own innate magic.

Clothes had ended up being a distraction, particularly in her… agitated state, so she shed them. This was too important to care about modesty. She was at the edge of a breakthrough.

Yes, there was Harry's magic, like fire and passion and life. It was the heat that fed her internal fire, driving her up the walls. It was the reason why her nipples were erect and her pussy was inflamed and dripping onto the floor even without any stimulation. Look harder.

Her magic was unlike Harry's- cool and firm, yet plaint, like clay. Now she could feel exactly where it was in her body- mostly deep within her, near her center of mass, but she could also feel it elsewhere, like in her brain, and in two small oblong orbs in her torso that could only be her ovaries.

Sex and magic are linked. She was sure of it now. Why had this never been mentioned before? She hadn't read a hint about this in any book.

Of course, the reason was obvious. Until very recently- mostly due to the influence of muggleborn students- wizarding society had been stuck with downright Victorian sensibilities. Anyone older than 40, which with the long lives of magical beings was most witches and wizards, were about as repressed as you could be, and those were the people who controlled the wizarding world.

It was the same reason why despite the vast majority of students in Hogwarts accepting muggleborns, Hermione would still be disadvantaged in wizarding society- because all of the people in power were very much from a different time.

Her focus was so complete that she almost missed the door opening. "Hello, Hermione." Luna chimed, not at all bothered by Hermione's nudity "You're looking very nice today."

Hermione blushed, but didn't open her eyes. Even a few weeks ago she would have been freaking out right about now, but after everything she'd experienced she was only somewhat embarrassed.

"Hi Luna." She greeted "I'm kind of in the middle of something, right now."

"Oh." The blonde replied, unperturbed "Do you mind if I hang out?"

Her first instinct was still to shoo Luna away, but her presence had given her an idea. "Sure."

Once again, Hermione focused, but instead of looking inward, she turned outward. She felt, or rather 'saw', the intricately interwoven magic in the floor that she sat on, and felt a triumphant rush. Pressing on, she slowly extended her reach, until she could make out Luna.

Luna's magic was like air, whimsical and flighty. Hermione honed her mind on her friend, and was able to discern more and more. Her magical core- compact in the center of her torso like Hermione's, contained most of her magic, but it also spread diffusely out across her body. She could sense it running in her arteries and veins, crisscrossing her entire body. She could also see it in her brain, her heart, and as she could sense in herself, Luna's ovaries.

Hermione hesitated, feeling a bit guilty about what could very well be an invasion of privacy. She didn't think she'd have been able to see so much on her first try. "Er, Luna." Hermione called regretfully "So, I've been working on sensing magic, and I just realized that I can sort of see your magic, and-"

"That sounds lovely, Hermione. What is my magic like?" Luna asked, unbothered.

"Like air, I suppose." Hermione answered "And well, I can see parts of you- your body, where magic is concentrated, which I just realized can sort of be personal, so I'd like to apologize."

Luna still didn't seem bothered, and sat herself right in front of Hermione. "There's no need for that. We're sisters now, after all. What sort of things can you see? Oh wait! Does this have to do with sex? Is that why you're naked? Can you see my sexy bits?" Each question was asked with greater enthusiasm with the last, leaving Luna at the edge of her figurative seat.

Hermione was now blushing profusely; Luna was indeed bright in her own way. "Yes, actually. I can see your ovaries, and if I focus…"

After about a minute of silence, Hermione's eyes flew open and she began stammering. "Uh, Luna? Are you by any chance, uh?" Part of her was screaming at her to stop, this was too personal, improper. That part of her, however, was overridden by her starving curiosity, she needed to figure this out.

Luna had her head titled quizzically, clearly waiting for Hermione to finish.

"…turned on?" Hermione uttered. Honestly, it was the only thing to make sense. Luna's magic was coalescing around her sexual organs- ovaries, fallopian tubes, her vagina and clit, and Hermione had been watching it happen in real time.

Luna at least had the decency to blush, but didn't appear particularly apologetic. "I did say you were looking nice today." She said matter-of-factly.

"Erm, thanks?" Hermione stammered. "I just didn't realize that you, er, liked girls."

"Do you? Like girls that is?"

"Errrrr." That was a question Hermione had never even considered before. "I haven't really thought about it. I don't think so."

"Do you want to find out?" Luna asked. Wow, she was forward.

"Errr…." Hermione was suddenly feeling a lot more exposed now that it dawned on her that she was alone, naked in a room with her friend who was obviously attracted to her and was trying to have sex with her, apparently.

"Because, if you do, I could help?" She offered.

"Uhhh…"

"Are you alright? You haven't been afflicted by nargles, have you?"

"No! I mean yes! I mean, no, I haven't been afflicted by nargles. And yes, I am okay. I just wasn't expecting the offer. And, I think I'm fine Luna. I've already seen girls… you know, and they didn't do anything to me… not like Harry at least."

Thankfully, Luna didn't seem put off in the slightest. In fact, she smiled goofily at the mention of Harry. "Harry is very nice, isn't he?"

At that, Hermione had to agree. "Yeah… he is."

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Even after dinner, that marathon session in the changing rooms lingered in Harry's mind. Both physically and emotionally, it had been… an experience.

He remembered after the first time he and Ginny had had sex, he'd been satisfied for most of the rest of the day. That had changed when he and Ginny became bonded, but at first he'd had to rely on her to get back into the mood. Now, however, things had changed. As far as he could tell, his refractory period had vanished completely.

He'd had the feeling he had all the information he needed, but couldn't quite put it together. Fortunately, he was not bound to someone who was incredibly adept at putting things together. Thankfully, he had Hermione for that.

She'd then interrogated him, and Harry admitted that he thought spells were getting easier for him in class, but he'd thought it'd just been his imagination. Hermione had just rolled her eyes "Honestly, Harry." She'd chided "Didn't I tell you to keep an eye out for that sort of thing?"

That was such a Hermione thing to say that Harry couldn't help the surge of affection. Suddenly not caring if there were witnesses (there were none, fortunately) Harry wrapped her in his arms and kissed her. Hermione had melted even before their lips met, her internal mantra coming through loud and clear to him- I love you too, Harry. I love you too.

Of course, that was before quidditch practice, and before Hermione's epiphany, her newfound ability to see magic… he was drawn from his musings quite suddenly, by the feel of someone unzipping his pants. Moments later, a hand had deftly slipped under the elastic of his boxers and grabbed his shaft. It was so quick and unexpected that Harry leapt in his seat and nearly shouted out to the entire library.

The view of Luna kneeling underneath his table allowed him to stifle that impulse at the last second. "Luna!" He choked out a quietly as he could "What are you doing here?" As surprised as he was to see her, he couldn't help but pay attention to her cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra, and from this angle he had a bird's eye view down her top. God, his cock twitched in Luna's hand. "Why don't you have a bra?"

"Giving you a blowjob, of course. Ginny said it'd turn you on if I didn't wear a bra, so I decided to try it." Luna said matter-of-factly, using the fact that Harry had partially stood up in surprise to her advantage by pulling his pants and boxers further downward. "I've already cast muffiato and silencio, so you don't need to worry about being heard. I rather like it when you moan."

"We could get caught." Harry objected.

"This won't take long." Luna countered, and Harry had to concede she was correct on that point. She'd gotten exponentially better at oral sex with each encounter. She had a way with him, she'd either ask him to 'talk' or pull him aside. It wasn't so much that she didn't take no for an answer, but rather he couldn't bring himself to say no to her. Not when she looked up at him like she did with those eyes- beautiful and kind, swimming with affection and desire.

Luna took his silence as acquiescence and so also took his cockhead into her mouth. Instantly, what remaining resistance Harry had collapsed and Harry himself found himself falling back into the chair.

Luna took full advantage, sinking down onto him and swirling her tongue around him expertly. "Oh. Oh Merlin." He moaned as she devoured him. Somehow, in the space of a few weeks, she'd mastered him. Every time she'd blown him, she learned, and now she knew exactly how to make him come undone in record time.

True, some of it was how pent up he'd been, but this was mind bending. Luna moaned loudly around his cock as she took him to the hilt. The sound, low, lustful, and muffled by his cock combined with the vibrations it produced almost undid him at what, ten seconds? Her eyes gazed into his unblinkingly, and the pure hunger they displayed almost did him in again.

He was right at the edge, and Luna chose that moment to switch tactics. She drew back, releasing his cock with a pop. "You taste delicious, Harry." She complimented. Harry wasn't able to respond, left gasping and reeling by how close he'd been only to be denied. She looked down at his cock with hungry eyes and licked her lips, it twitched ardently under her scrutiny, anticipating once again being engulfed by her mouth.

She followed through, taking him within her once more with another gleeful moan, but this time she was careful not to stimulate him too much. She was keeping him at the edge. She didn't quite succeed, and there were a few moments where Harry had to resist the urge to cum.

Even though the library at large couldn't hear them, he would normally be self-conscious about letting go in such a public place. However, he was so focused on the task of not coming that he let slip moan after moan. By the time she released him, his cock felt like it was on fire and there was a tingling sensation welling up in his testicles. Luna's nimble fingers were lightly stroking them, stoking the feeling higher as if priming them to blow.

What happened to this being quick?

It hasn't been that long, luv. Ginny teased.

This time, Luna took to raining kisses down on him- his head, his shaft, and then his balls, which she proceeded to lick and suck at gently. His cock felt like it was melting down and he swore that his testicles ready to boil over.

Luna's eyes zeroed in on his cockhead, specifically a drop of precum that had just peaked out, and by the look in her eyes Harry knew the teasing was over. She devoured him once more, and though he tried to hold off as long as possible, he could not resist her renewed assault. "Oh. Luna. Luna. Please…"

He was exploding, that was the only way to describe how it felt, the way his ball seized up and curled inwards as the dam broke. They ejected their molten contents violently up his shaft like a volcanic eruption.

Luna drank from him with a decadent moan and it felt as if she were drawing the cum straight from his balls. Her eyes rolled back and she collapsed against him shaking, yet despite the distraction her own orgasm, each fiery pulse was met with a moan and glorious suction from the blonde witch that had latched onto his cock.

She drank greedily. Even as his orgasm wound down, she kept his shuddering cock trapped in her mouth, giving the sensitive organ no rest from her relentless suction. It was only when she elicited the last halting twitches from his deflating member that she released him. Luna looked up at him, practically glowing with satisfaction as she saw how she'd affected him. He was still panting and trembling in euphoria from the aftershocks of his peak.

When he gathered his bearings enough to look back down at her he was treated to quite the sight. Luna had drawn quite the load from him by teasing him as much as she had and drawing out his orgasm. At the corners of her lips some of his seed had overflowed, and was now making its way down her neck. When she noticed his attention, she opened her mouth, displaying the pools, gobs, and strings of his cum that she had collected. Then she made a show of swallowing, and followed up by collecting what she had let spill over on her finger and sucking on it suggestively with an indulgent "Mmm."

Harry sighed and relaxed as the post orgasm glow washed over him. Yes, that was exactly what he needed. His release had been supremely satisfying, he was sure he'd be able to fo-

Harry's thoughts froze once more as he was again struck by the paralyzing sensation of his cockhead being engulfed in moist warmth. He'd cum so many times and so thoroughly today that his cock was feeling a bit over-sensitized, but even so, and partly against his own will, his organ responded instantly. Her eyes- so open and earnest- drew him just as she drew in his cock. She had him- had him at the whim of her tender mercy.

Meanwhile, Susan was frozen in place, in plain view if either of them had bothered to look up. She stared at them, flushed, breathing, and heart pounding like she'd just run a mile, and her heart wasn't the only thing that was pulsing. Between her legs she throbbed needily. She had seen what Luna had been able to do to Harry, and she wanted that too. She didn't just want to make him cum, she didn't just want him to want her... she wanted him desperate for her.

Harry threw his head back and let out another (to her ears) silent moan. That was okay, her imagination had gotten surprisingly vivid in this area in the past week or so. That look of bliss on his face was more than enough send a wave of electric heat through her body, forcing her to stifle a whimper of her own. She was tempted... so tempted, to walk up and join them, but her confidence failed her. Instead, Susan pulled back, hiding behind a bookshelf until Luna passed by a few minutes later with a blissed out smile and a drop of cum still dotting her lip.

"You really don't need to be so nervous, Susan." The blonde said, collecting that errant drop of cum on her finger and the bringing it to her mouth. "Mmh! As long as you have fun, Harry will too. That's what Ginny tells me, anyway, and it seems to work."

"Er, thanks Luna." Susan gave her a faltering smile "I'll keep that in mind."

Susan returned to Harry, who was standing up and straightening himself out- tucking his shirt in, zipping his pants up. Susan felt another trill of pleasure in her core at the sight of him... he was so disheveled and debauched. "Hey, Susan." He said hurriedly, blushing at his current condition. "Er, Luna was just here."

"I saw." Susan said with a strained voice. She ignored her body's instincts to kiss him hard, to run her fingers through his hair rip his shirt open, to reach down to his crotch... she shook herself, and took a seat. "So... studying, right?"

Harry's answering grin made her squirm in her seat. It was going to be a long study session.

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Ginny could tell the exact moment that Demelza silenced her curtains. It wasn't conspicuous to a casual observer, but to someone who was listening for it, the way the silencing charm blocked sounds was noticeable. She noticed the moment Sarah's snoring from across the room became partially muffled, but she waited a few minutes before taking action- she wanted to catch Demelza in the act.

Today had been a particularly frustrating day for her. She and Harry hadn't gotten the opportunity to properly have sex at all that day and it had worn on her. Normally, she'd just sneak up to the boy's dorm for a late night rendezvous, however, Hermione had borrowed the invisibility cloak to sneak books from the Restricted Section (oh, how their bookworm had become such a rebel!)… it wasn't worth it.

When she pitched her idea to Harry, she hadn't expected him to agree to it. It was mostly just a fantasy she'd conjured in an exercise of frustration. However, Harry had sympathized with her, apologized profusely for not shagging her, and told her to go ahead, so long as she didn't go too hard on Demelza.

This was how Ginny found herself parting Demelza's curtains- triumphantly revealing the brunette chaser. She was only wearing a worn out T-shirt and her knickers, which were around her ankles. On her face was an expression of mixed bliss and agony. Her legs were splayed open and she had one hand at her pussy.

Ginny had never considered herself attracted to girls. She never found herself lusting after her dorm-mate's bodies, no matter how much skin was exposed. Her fantasies generally didn't involve women, unless it was telling that cow, Cho Chang, to get lost (a common one during her fourth year).

However, recent events had changed her perspective somewhat, and in ways that she still didn't have a complete handle on. She was surprised by how much she enjoyed masturbating with Luna. It was more emotional than physical. Luna was dear to her and loved seeing her feel good. She also found the idea of making Luna feel good quite appealing. Sharing that pleasure with her felt good, it felt right. That was how she had felt too when she had kissed Hermione.

In addition, feeling Harry's desire for the female gender gave her a new perspective. She could feel how he reacted to seeing Demelza splayed out on her bed, and while that decidedly didn't mean she shared his attraction to women now (after all, Harry certainly wasn't itching to jump any blokes at the moment), she undeniably liked and enjoyed feeling his lust and desire for women.

When she looked at Demelza's body, she wasn't attracted the way she would be by a bloke's body. She could admit that she found Demelza aesthetically pleasing, but it didn't get her motor running the way Harry did. But she still felt a throb in her core at the sight of the girl as Harry admired her through Ginny's eyes. How he loved the way her shirt was just a bit too tight in the chest, showing off her pebbled nipples. How he loved the little sounds coming from her mouth and the way she trembled in pleasure. How he admired her thighs, toned much like Ginny's from long hours riding a broom, how striking her facial features were, especially when displaying such focus and pleasure. She was so sexy and beautiful to him, and Ginny couldn't get enough of it.

"Remember your safe word?" Ginny asked softly, causing Demelza to startle. Wow, had she not even noticed her?

Demelza looked up at her and stopped touching herself, bewildered. "Safe word?"

"Treacle tart, right?"

Demelza nodded, still confused. Rolling her eyes, Ginny ducked into the bed, closing the curtains behind her. "Err, Ginny?" Demelza asked uncertainly.

"Did I say you could stop touching yourself?" Ginny asked.

Demelza's eyes widened in realization for a moment. "Why am I supposed to listen to you?" She challenged.

The obvious play would be to say 'Harry told me it was okay, so he's effectively ordering you.', but Ginny smirked as she realized a better way. "Well, I am Harry's girlfriend. He's only involved with you because of my permission. I imagine it would be quite frustrating for you if Harry decided to end things tomorrow before practice."

Of course, it was an empty threat. The fact was rejecting anyone who was willing was tacit to endangering Harry's life. But the look of horror in Demelza's eyes was priceless, almost as much as the way she gasped and shuddered in obvious arousal.

Yeah, she loves it.

"So, do we have an understanding?" Ginny's smile was bordering on predatory.

"I-is Harry alright with this?" Demelza asked hesitantly.

"He isn't just alright with it. He suggested it." Ginny told her "I've had a busy day, and Harry and I didn't get a chance to shag. So, he suggested another way for me to get my rocks off. You."

Demelza seemed to be melting under her gaze, all hint of rebelliousness had disappeared. "What do you want me to do?"

"Take your shirt off, and start touching yourself again." Ginny demanded, still looking her in the eye. It was a battle of wills that Demelza lost immediately, and she found herself complying, revealing her breasts to Ginny (and therefore Harry's) eyes. She had to admit, the view was... appealing, even moreso knowing that she was completely at her mercy.

It was at this point that Harry, in his own bed, had begun stroking himself. With delicious pleasure, his cock swelled with blood as he stroked himself to the view that Ginny had gifted him. Ginny's cunt twitched sympathetically, as if closing around a phantom cock.

While Harry was gazing at Demelza's nude form, Ginny was looking through Harry's eyes at a sight she never got tired of. Harry was stroking himself slowly and deliberately, and that gave Ginny time to admire him. She admired how his hand pulled and stretched his smooth skin with each stroke. She admired how each throb of pleasure was accompanied by a pulse of blood that further engorged his cock, how satisfying it was to feel each swell, and how good it felt when fully engorged. Her cunt throbbed again, and Ginny couldn't wait any longer.

Ginny straddled Demelza's face, aligning her slit with the girl's mouth. Demelza didn't need further prompting, sweeping her tongue across Ginny's labia and provoking a pleased gasp from her. This only spurred Demelza on, and soon she was lapping at Ginny, her tongue was swiping across her labia and clit.

Ginny preferred penetration to oral, and to be honest Demelza's technique was fairly basic. Harry had fumbled a bit when starting out but he became in tune with her needs very quickly. Demelaa's ministrations, on the other hand, were largely driven by desperation and it showed as she lapped blindingly at Ginny's cunt.

Growling in frustration, Ginny pressed downward, rubbing herself against Demelza's mouth and face. The sense of dominance she felt from the act more than made up for the girl's inexperience, and soon Ginny was grinding down roughly. Eventually, Demelza caught onto Ginny's silent demand and latched onto her clit.

The suction was just what Ginny had been craving. The redhead thrust her hips forward as she sunk her fingers into Demelza's curls and tugged her towards her cunt. "Yesss." Ginny hissed as she smothered Demelza with her pussy "Suck on it you little slut."

Ginny triumphantly noticed that her arousal was now coating Demelza's nose and cheeks, and dribbled down her chin and neck. She was getting close, but she needed a little more push. "You thought I forgot about what you did with Dean?"

Demelza made a plaintive noise in response. Truthfully, she didn't care about it that much, but she was a little irked that Demelza didn't even bother to ask permission. "Yes, I can imagine what happened. Dean was his domineering self and when he made a move on you I'm sure it made your knees wobble and your clit tingle." She reached behind her and lightly slapped at one of Demelza's breasts. Demelza squeaked at the strike, and Ginny noted how soft and malleable they were, just like Demelza.

Ginny's breathing was becoming labored now, and she struggled to hold on for a bit longer. Harry's own stroking had slowed to nearly a standstill, so engrossed he was in what Ginny was doing. "Of course, Dean acted like the inconsiderate prat he is. I told you what he was like, and you still let him use you as a cocksleave. Isn't it ironic that –uhhhng- that the one boy who can give you exactly what you need is mine."

Ginny felt a rare (nowadays) flash of possessiveness for Harry. She wasn't exactly sure where it came from, but in the moment it was satisfying to rub it in Demelza's face. "Oh fuck uhhn he's going to destroy you." She sped up as she approached her orgasm "You have no idea what he's capable of. He's gonna turn your mind into mush and ruin you for other men. Oh Oh FUCK YES!" As Ginny came, she arched her back, throwing her head backwards in ecstasy. Her hands dug painfully into Demelza's scalp as she rutted her cunt into her mouth, releasing a surge of fluid that doused Demelza's face.

After basking in the high for a moment, Ginny pulled back and was rewarded by seeing her friend gasp for a breath, and then lick her lips.

That provoked another throb from Ginny's cunt, and she was actually tempted to fuck Demelza's face again.

I'm not sure she could handle another round. And she's been so good this week. Harry demurred, his sympathy for her rising. Ginny nodded, he was right, she knew, but that still left the pressing need between her legs.

At that, Harry gave his still hard cock a slight squeeze. Hop into bed, and we can take care of it together.