The sun was setting early over the Forbidden Forest, casting a pale golden glow across the snow-covered Hogwarts grounds. A biting winter wind whipped across the landscape, carrying with it tiny ice crystals that stung the exposed skin. The grounds were eerily quiet, blanketed in snow, with most students already inside the castle, seeking warmth and preparing for dinner in the Great Hall.
Harry Potter flew purposefully on his broomstick above the knee-deep snow, his school robes billowing behind him in the cold, and a Gryffindor scarf wrapped snugly around his neck. His breath came out in visible puffs in the frigid air. Following a few paces behind, Rita Skeeter stumbled along, her crocodile-skin heels utterly unsuited for the wintery conditions.
"Mr. Potter," Rita called, her voice shrill against the howling wind. "T-This is preposterous! We'll freeze to death out here. Surely we could conduct this... meeting... somewhere warmer? The Three Broomsticks, perhaps?"
Harry didn't bother to look back as he replied, his voice as cold as the air around them, "Not a chance, Skeeter. You made a vow. A proper apology to Hagrid, face-to-face. That was our deal. And aren't you a witch? Cast a warming charm, for Merlin's sake!"
Rita's heavily penciled eyebrows drew together in a scowl, snowflakes catching in her elaborately curled hair, which was quickly losing its shape in the damp, cold air. She opened her mouth to protest further but thought better of it. The magical vow she'd made to Harry in exchange for not exposing her as an unregistered Animagus left her no choice. Grumbling under her breath, she whipped her wand out and cast a weak warming charm that did little to help her out.
As they approached Hagrid's hut, warm light spilled from the frost-covered windows, and smoke billowed from the chimney, quickly dispersed by the wind. The pungent smell of Hagrid's cooking—Boiled cabbage and venison stew? Harry thought—wafted on the breeze. The nearby pumpkin patch was now just a series of snow-covered mounds, awaiting spring's thaw.
Harry descended and put his broomstick away before he rapped sharply on the massive wooden door, his knuckles red from the cold.
"Comin'!" Hagrid's booming voice called from inside, and Harry sighed as he thought about how long it had been since he'd heard the man's voice.
There was a clatter of pots and pans, followed by the scraping of a heavy chair. Moments later, the door swung open with a creak of hinges, letting out a blast of warm air.
His eyes widened in surprise for a moment, but soon, Hagrid's enormous bearded face broke into a wide smile as he saw Harry. He was wearing his usual moleskin overcoat, with a thick woolen sweater underneath that looked like one of Mrs. Weasley's creations. "H-Harry! What brings yeh out in this weather—"
The man trailed off as his beetle-black eyes narrowed as they fell on Rita, who was shivering and trying unsuccessfully to blend into the snowy background.
"What's she doin' here?" His voice had a hint of a growl to it, and Harry hid a smirk as he glanced behind him at the woman who looked as if she'd rather be anywhere else.
"Rita has something she'd like to say to you, Hagrid," Harry said, his tone leaving no room for argument. He fixed Rita with a cold stare that would have made Professor McGonagall proud. "Don't you, Ms. Skeeter?"
Rita cleared her throat, teeth chattering slightly. Her hand twitched, perhaps missing the comforting presence of her acid-green Quick-Quotes Quill that she had used for her nefarious purposes for years now. Nothing would help her though, not anymore.
"Y-yes, well... Mr. Hagrid, I... I've come to apologize. In person. For the, er, inaccuracies in my previous article about your heritage."
Hagrid's bushy eyebrows rose so high they almost disappeared into his wild, snow-flecked hair. His wide eyes shifted from Rita to Harry, who gave a small, encouraging nod.
"Right then," Hagrid said gruffly, scratching his beard. "Best come in, I s'pose. Got a fire goin' and some hot mulled mead on the stove."
As they entered the hut, Harry positioned himself between Rita and the door, his posture making it clear she wouldn't be leaving until she'd made amends properly. The woman did not miss his little move and a resigned look appeared on her face.
Making himself comfortable, Harry gazed around Hagrid's Hut. The interior was warm and cluttered as always, with hams and pheasants hanging from the ceiling, and various mysterious bundles occupying every available surface. A huge fire roared in the grate, filling the single room with warmth and flickering light.
Fang the boarhound raised his head from his basket by the fire, giving a low "woof" at the newcomers before settling back down. Rita glanced around nervously, eyeing both Fang and a tank of what looked suspiciously like hibernating Fire Crabs on the table.
"Mead?" Hagrid offered, already bustling around with mugs the size of small buckets.
"No, thank you," Rita said quickly, perhaps fearing what might be in Hagrid's brew. She turned back to the half-giant, steeling herself. "Mr. Hagrid, I... I'm sorry for the distress my article caused you. It was... irresponsible of me to publish such claims without proper verification."
Harry cleared his throat pointedly, his emerald eyes flashing.
Rita winced and continued, her words coming faster now, "And I regret using my position to sensationalize and exploit your personal life for the sake of a story. My actions were unprofessional and hurtful. It won't happen again."
Hagrid studied her for a long moment, his dark eyes unreadable. The only sound was the crackling of the fire, the soft snores of Fang, and the howling of the wind outside. Finally, Hagrid nodded slowly. "Apology accepted, I s'pose. Though I won' be forgettin' it in a hurry. Yeh caused a right mess, yeh did."
"Well, that's settled then," Rita said brightly, already inching towards the door, her crocodile-skin handbag clutched tightly. "If we're quite finished—"
"Actually," Harry interrupted, a glint in his eye that Rita didn't like one bit. "I think Hagrid deserves to hear about your little beetle problem, don't you, Rita?"
Rita's face paled, making her make-up stand out garishly in the firelight. Hagrid looked on in confusion, his brow furrowed.
"Beetle problem?" he asked. "Bit cold fer beetles, innit? But I migh' have somethin' fer that. Got some interestin' new repellent from Charlie Weasley—"
"Not that kind of beetle problem," Harry said, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Why don't you tell Hagrid about your... special talent, Rita? I'm sure as Care of Magical Creatures professor, he'd find it fascinating."
Rita's eyes darted around the hut like a cornered animal, settling on the frost-covered windows as if calculating her chances of escape. It was clear that for Rita Skeeter, the evening's ordeal was far from over, and her carefully constructed world of secrets and scandals was about to come crashing down around her perfectly manicured ears.
He had taken the vow to keep her being an animagus a secret, but here, he was not. Instead, he was making a suggestion – a suggestion that was one only in name. A foreboding feeling washed over her as she realized just what she had gotten herself into, and from the smirk on his face, he knew perfectly well what he was doing and had no remorse exploiting the vow in such an underhanded manner.
No matter how much she hated it, she had to commend him for the sneaky move.
Yet, she didn't want to do it. Not in front of Hagrid. She did not trust the brute to not blurt it out at the first chance. Her eyes darted between the two, her composure completely shattered.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Potter," she stammered, but her voice lacked conviction. She hoped with all her might that he would let it go. Alas…
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Really, Rita? Are you going back already?"
Rita's shoulders slumped in defeat at the reminder of the vow. It did not help that she could feel magic compelling her to get on with it.
"Fine," she spat, her voice bitter. " I'm an unregistered Animagus. I can transform into a beetle."
Hagrid's eyes widened in surprise. "Blimey! A beetle? Tha's how yeh've been gettin' all them stories, eh?"
Rita nodded miserably, avoiding eye contact.
"Fascinatin'," Hagrid mused, stroking his beard. "Never met a beetle Animagus before. Must be right useful for—"
"For invading people's privacy and eavesdropping on private conversations," Harry interjected coldly.
Hagrid's expression darkened as understanding dawned on him. "Oh. Right. You heard me talkin' to Olympe, eh? Tha's not on, that isn't."
"No, it's not," Harry agreed. "And she knows that if she ever writes another word about you, or any of my friends, without their explicit permission, I'll be reporting her to the Ministry faster than she can say 'Quick-Quotes Quill.' Understood?"
Rita nodded frantically, her curls bobbing. "Perfectly clear, Mr. Potter. Now, if we're quite finished—"
Harry stepped aside from the door. "You can go, Ms. Skeeter. I trust we won't be seeing any more unauthorized articles?"
"No, of course not," Rita muttered, already halfway out the door. "Good evening, Mr. Hagrid, Mr. Potter."
The door slammed behind her, and through the window, they could see her hurrying through the snow, her green cloak a stark contrast against the white landscape.
Hagrid closed the door with a heavy sigh, shutting out the howling wind. He turned to Harry, his beetle-black eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and concern.
"Bit harsh, weren't yeh, Harry?" Hagrid asked, moving to the stove to pour two large mugs of steaming mulled mead.
Harry's stern expression melted away, replaced by a tired smile. "She had it coming, Hagrid. After everything she's done... to you, to Hermione, to Dumbledore..."
Hagrid nodded, handing Harry a mug that was more like a small bucket. "Can't argue with that. Still, reckon she won't be botherin' us again anytime soon."
Harry accepted the mug gratefully, warming his hands around it. The spicy aroma of the mead filled the hut, mingling with the scent of woodsmoke and something distinctly Hagrid-like – a mix of moleskin, treacle, and the outdoors.
For a moment, they sat in companionable silence, sipping their mead and listening to the crackling fire. Fang snored softly in his basket, occasionally twitching in his sleep. Finally, Harry spoke, his voice quiet but firm.
"Hagrid, I... I wanted to talk to you about something."
Hagrid looked up from his mug, curiosity evident in his expression. "What's on yer mind, Harry?"
Harry took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I didn't like how you stayed holed up in here after that article came out. You didn't even open the door whenever I came to visit. I was worried about you."
Hagrid's shoulders slumped, and he suddenly looked every bit his considerable age. "Ah, Harry... I'm sorry 'bout that. I jus'... I didn't know what ter do with meself after that ruddy article."
"But why?" Harry pressed, leaning forward in his chair. "You know I don't care about any of that rubbish Skeeter wrote. I know who you are, Hagrid."
Hagrid's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "It's not jus' that, Harry. It brought back all them feelings from when I was a kid. Bein' different, not fittin' in. And then, thinkin' about me dad, and me mum, and that woman talkin' about you..."
"I'm sorry, Hagrid. I didn't realize... but that's why you should have talked to me. I could have helped."
Hagrid nodded slowly. "Yer right, o' course. I jus' felt so... ashamed, I s'pose. Like I'd let everyone down somehow... I thought… I thought it better to stay away from you…"
"You could never let me down," Harry said firmly. "You're one of the best people I know, Hagrid. Giant blood or not, it doesn't change who you are. And don't ever think it'd be better to stay away from me. You hear?"
A tear rolled down Hagrid's cheek and disappeared into his wild beard. "Yer a good lad, Harry. Yer parents would be right proud of yeh."
Harry felt a lump form in his throat. "Thanks, Hagrid. But I mean it. Promise me you won't shut me out like that again. Whatever happens, we face it together. That's what friends do."
Hagrid nodded, a watery smile breaking through his beard. "I promise, Harry. Won't happen again."
"Good," Harry said, raising his mug. "To friends?"
"To friends," Hagrid agreed, clinking his enormous mug against Harry's.
As they drank, Harry felt a weight lift from his shoulders. He hadn't realized how much Hagrid's self-imposed isolation had been bothering him until now.
"So," Harry said, eager to lighten the mood, "how about you tell me about these Fire Crabs? And please tell me they're not for the next Care of Magical Creatures lesson, not that I'm gonna attend..."
Hagrid's eyes lit up with enthusiasm, all traces of sadness vanishing. "Well, funny yeh should ask, Harry. Y'see, I had this brilliant idea for a practical exam..."
As Hagrid launched into an explanation that was equal parts fascinating and terrifying, Harry settled back into the oversized armchair. He listened with half an ear, interjecting with the occasional "Wow" or "Is that safe?" but mostly just enjoying the familiar rhythm of Hagrid's voice.
Slowly, his own pressing concern came to his mind and he waited for a pause in Hagrid's explanation before speaking up.
"Er, Hagrid," Harry interjected, trying to sound casual, "I was wondering... do you know of any ways for a person to breathe underwater?"
Hagrid's bushy eyebrows rose in surprise. "Breathe underwater, eh? Interestin' question, Harry. Any particular reason yer askin'?"
Harry shrugged, avoiding Hagrid's gaze. It seemed Hagrid didn't know yet where the Second Task would be held. "Just curious, you know. For... future reference."
Hagrid looked skeptical but didn't press the issue. He stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Well, there's a few ways, o' course. Bubble-Head Charm, if yer good at Charms. Transfiguration, if yer willin' ter risk turnin' yerself into a fish..." He trailed off, then his eyes lit up. "Oh! And there's this fascinatin' creature I've heard about. The Mediterranean Newt."
Harry leaned forward, intrigued. "The Mediterranean Newt?"
Hagrid nodded enthusiastically. "Aye, it's a right interestin' amphibian. Lives in the Mediterranean, see. When it goes underwater, it magically develops gills. Quite the sight!"
"That's amazing," Harry said, his mind racing. "How does it do that?"
"Well," Hagrid explained, warming to his subject. "These newts have been feedin' on a special underwater plant for centuries. Gillyweed, it's called. Over time, they've evolved this ability ter grow gills when they're submerged. Fascinatin' bit o' magical evolution, that is."
Harry's eyes widened. "So this Gillyweed... could it work for humans too?"
Hagrid scratched his head. "Well, I s'pose it might. Never heard of anyone tryin' it, mind you. Might be worth lookin' into if yer really keen on underwater breathin'."
Harry nodded, trying not to look too eager. "Thanks, Hagrid. That's really interesting."
As Hagrid launched back into his explanation of the Fire Crab exam, Harry's mind was whirling with possibilities. The Mediterranean Newt might just hold the key to his Triwizard Tournament challenge. Perhaps he should ask Neville to look more into it. He would know, being a Herbology enthusiast.
-Break-
The dormitory was quiet, save for the rustle of turning pages or the chatter of Dean and Seamus as they talked about one thing or the other. Neville Longbottom was hunched over a thick Herbology textbook, his brow furrowed in concentration. He did not notice someone's approach until a shadow fell across the book.
"What are you up to, Neville?" Ron's voice was low but there was an edge to it that made Neville look up sharply.
"Just studying for the next Herbology lesson," Neville replied, confusion evident in his tone. "Is everything okay, Ron?"
Ron's eyes narrowed. "Is that all? Because I've seen you getting all cozy with my sister. A lot."
A small flush overtook Neville's face as he was reminded of what he and Ginny had gotten up to in the room after Harry and Katie left. Ron did not miss and his scowl deepened.
He leaned in, his face reddening. "Listen here, you pathetic excuse of a wizard. Ginny is off-limits. You're not good enough for her. You'll never be."
Neville's eyes widened as he stood up. "Ron, you're being ridiculous. Ginny can choose her own"
"I'm not gonna repeat myself. You're nothing but a clumsy, forgetful nobody. Stay away from my sister, or you'll regret it."
Neville's face paled, but he stood his ground. "You don't get to decide that! Ginny"
"Ginny doesn't know what's good for her!" Ron's voice echoed through the dormitory as Dean and Seamus watched on with wide eyes. The redhead ignored them, staring Neville down. "And you… you're taking advantage of that! Playing the nice guy, aren't you? Well, I see right through you!"
"That's enough."
Harry's quiet voice cut through the tension. Everyone turned toward the entrance where he stood, emerald eyes hard with anger.
Ron whirled around on him. "This is none of your business, Harry. Stay out of it."
"You're harassing a friend and causing a scene in the dormitory where I also live. That makes it my business," Harry said, his tone icy. "Neville's done nothing wrong. You're the one who needs to back off."
Ron glared at Harry. "Of course you'd take his side. Always playing the hero, aren't you?"
"This isn't about sides, Ron," Harry retorted. "It's about you being out of line. Ginny can make her decisions. You don't own her."
"You don't understand anything about family, do you?" Ron spat. "Not everyone can be the chosen one, free to do whatever they want."
Harry's eyes flashed dangerously at the pathetic remark. "Mind your words, you prick. This is about your behavior, right here, right now."
The two glared at each other, the air crackling with tension. Neville, Dean, and Seamus watched their confrontation with wide eyes.
Finally, Ron broke the stare-down and turned back to Neville. "This isn't over," he growled, before storming into the bathroom. Harry stared at the closed door with a disdainful look before he turned to Neville, his expression softening. "You okay?"
Neville nodded, still shaken. "Y-Yeah. Thanks, Harry. I don't know where that came from."
"Ron's always had a temper," Harry replied grimly. "But he was out of line. Don't let him intimidate you, Nev. You haven't done anything wrong."
Neville managed a weak smile. "Thanks… I just hope this doesn't cause any trouble for Ginny…"
"I'm sure she can handle herself," Harry patted him on his back. "And if that prick tries something like this again, let me know. This kind of behavior isn't okay. Come on now, let's get to dinner."
Neville nodded and closed his Herbology book on the bed as he followed behind Harry who led the way.
"Say, Nev," Harry began as they walked. "What do you know about Gillyweed?"
-Break-
They kept exchanging meaningful looks throughout dinner and all knew they could not wait any longer. It had been too long, or at least it felt like it had.
Harry found a lot of amusement in teasing Katie throughout dinner who remained on the lookout for who his lover from Beauxbatons could be, for the Ravenclaw table was also in his line of sight where a certain beautiful veela did not shy away from giving him meaningful looks whenever their eyes made contact. Harry did not allow himself to dwell on her though, as he had two lovely snakes who demanded his attention.
As dinner ended, he glanced at them meaningfully and gestured upward with his head, smirking when they winked in understanding. Walking with his Quidditch teammates to the Grand Staircase, he stopped as they stepped into the corridor.
"Tournament business," he said when Katie looked at him enquiringly. All it did was earn him a smirk from the brunette before she turned around and walked away with the others, leaving him by himself in the middle of the large staircase that was about to move.
Harry quickly stepped forward and began walking up the stairs, quickly scaling the distance and stepping into the seventh-floor corridor that led to the best room in the entirety of Hogwarts.
His dear companions already awaited him outside the room and bright grins lit up their faces at the sight of him, making him grin as he quickly closed the distance between them.
Tracey almost launched herself against him, only for Daphne to grab her firmly.
"Control, Trace. Let's get inside first," she said with a chuckle, eyeing Harry hungrily. "I'm sure we'll have more than enough time together inside."
Harry smirked as he envisioned the room he wanted and walked back and forth, stopping when the door materialized out of the blank wall.
"After you two," he said with a mock bow, earning a scoff from Daphne who pushed the door and entered. Tracey followed behind her but not before grabbing his hand and pulling him in, making him chuckle as he pulled the door shut behind him.
The room was bathed in the natural moonlight from the mystical ceiling overhead, making it look utterly ethereal. There was a large bed in the middle, easily big enough for all three of them and more. Silk cream duvet draped the bed, the walls equally light in color that created a serene backdrop. The room was inviting, the bed looked comfortable, and the two girls led Harry over with their arms wrapped around him, slowly making him lie down.
Harry allowed them to do what they wished, and he watched as they pulled out their wands, twirling them idly.
"What's going on?" He asked with a smile.
"You've been a negligent lover, Mr. Potter," Tracey said firmly, her lips pursed, yet twitching as she tried to hold back a laugh.
Daphne was faring much better but he could tell she was acting as well.
"A very negligent one indeed," the blonde said curtly. "And I believe you need to be taught a lesson."
"Oh yeah?" Harry asked with a bit too much eagerness in his voice.
"Yes," Tracey replied promptly. She flicked her wand and he was rendered entirely naked as he lay on the bed. Another rustle of fabric sounded and as he glanced over, he saw Daphne put her wand away, both she and Tracey devoid of any clothing as well. The two girls exchanged a look and Harry watched as they approached slowly. They climbed on the bed and crawled toward him on their hands and knees, matching smirks visible on their beautiful faces as they reached his groin.
Daphne reached out and ran a fingernail along his length, starting over his balls and slowly dragging it over his prick, tapping the head of his hardened member with her finger.
"You seem to be ready already. Good. Would save us a bit of time getting you ready."
"For you two, I'm always ready."
"So corny," the blonde muttered. Turning toward Tracey, she gestured forward and the brunette eagerly complied.
"Don't take too long though. I'm starving for it myself," she said as she crawled over to his face before she swung her leg over him, straddling his face. "Get to work, mister."
Harry was all too happy to oblige, and Tracey let out a sharp breath when she felt him reach out and grab her hips before he pulled her down, planting his mouth against her pussy.
Meanwhile, Daphne smirked as she swung her leg over his waist and straddled him, trapping his length between her pussy lips as she rolled her arse on top of him, making his prick slide along her slit, stimulating herself.
"You've made us wait a lot, Harry," she groaned, biting her lower lip as she reached behind herself and grabbed his length by the base, aligning it against her wanton opening. A shudder coursed through her as she positioned him and pushed down, making the head pop inside.
Tracey reached out and grabbed Daphne's shoulders, and the blonde's eyes bugged out as her best friend gave her a downward push, making her impale on Harry's massive rod.
"Merlin yes!" Daphne cried out, making Tracey chuckle, as Harry buried his length to the hilt inside her.
"You two really don't want to wait tonight, eh?" He asked, forcing a ragged breath out. Tracey firmly planted her pussy back on his face and growled, "You keep working, Mister. Don't be a slacker."
Daphne's back arched as she opened herself up for more of his cock. "Merlin… so big… oh Harry… mmm…" Slowly, she raised herself, moaning as she felt him slide out of her quim, and with a firm push, she slammed herself down on his length once again. "Oh yesss! Fuck me! Oh Harry… I missed this so much!"
Harry had his mouth occupied with Tracey's gushing pussy. His hands gripped her bulbous rear tightly, keeping her in place as his tongue slid out and probed her wet entrance. He ran his tongue along the edges of her pussy before he drilled in, pushing and pulling out of her entrance. The brunette moaned and signed in pleasure as she kept holding onto Daphne, aiding her as she slammed herself up and down on Harry's cock.
"Oh Harry… mmm…" Tracey moaned and released her hold on Daphne, planting her palms on his chest as she began to roll her hips right over his face, humping herself against him as she chased her pleasure, and Harry had to work extra hard to ensure he kept pleasuring her with his mouth. Meanwhile, Daphne start to bounce wildly on top of his dick, taking him to the hilt inside her. Her tight lips clung to his shaft as she rode him eagerly, her eyes wild with lust as she gazed at Tracey with a smirk. Both their tits bounced as they rocked on top of him, with Harry keeping Tracey firmly in place lest she start to get wilder.
"I hope you won't get tired any time soon, Harry," the brunette remarked with a groan as she flicked his nipples, smirking when his lips clamped harder on her pussy lips. "You've got a very long shift tonight."
Harry could not reply as Tracey kept her hips pressed firmly on his face while Daphne rocked back and forth, loving how incredible it felt to have him deep inside her wanton snatch. He could respond though, and Tracey squealed when his hands climbed up and grabbed hold of her tits, squeezing and mauling roughly as his lips clamped on her clit, sucking furiously.
"Merlin yesss!" The brunette cried out in pleasure and surrendered herself completely to the stimulation of both his hands and his mouth on her most intimate parts. His tongue reached out and flicked her clit as he sucked hard while his fingers pinched and pulled her nipples without restraint.
Suddenly, she jerked when Daphne let out a loud yelp and her eyes opened wide as she saw Harry with his knees bent and his feet planted on the bed as he began to mercilessly thrust upward inside the blonde, meeting her slams halfway as he kept burying himself deep inside her.
She could feel how close Daphne must be, and quickly, she leaned over and slammed her lips against hers, pulling her lover in a searing kiss.
Daphne kissed Tracey eagerly, even though she wished it was Harry she was kissing at this moment. She could not complain though, and her hands reached out to grab her tits. Harry quickly slid his hands down, allowing Daphne to squeeze the brunette's tits, and reached her arse. One hand grabbed her round rear firmly while the other traveled further downward. He parted her folds and inserted two fingers inside her instantly, making Tracey breathe sharply.
No sound apart from his cock slamming furiously inside Daphne, and their combined moans and grunts echoed inside the room as the three lovers pleasured each other, all feeling their respective climaxes approaching rapidly.
Suddenly, Harry felt Daphne and Tracey both pull off him and wide-eyed, he stared at them. He did not remain confused for long though as they quickly exchanged their positions. Tracey wasted no time and impaled herself on his length while Daphne straddled his face, pushing her gushing pussy against his lips.
All Harry could do was repeat what he'd already been doing and closed his eyes. The two girls pushed their lips against each other once again, kissing passionately as their lover pleasured them. Minutes passed with Harry slamming furiously inside Tracey while he sucked and licked all over Daphne's pussy and clit, making both the girls moan and sigh in pleasure.
Slowly, the two girls pulled back from the kiss before Daphne gave Tracey a nod. The brunette smirked as she reached behind herself and grabbed her wand that she had thrown on the bed. Pointing it at Harry's groin, she whispered the incantation and Harry hissed as he felt the cooling sensation envelop his genitals.
"That's not fair," he groaned, pulling his lips away from Daphne's clit.
"Don't worry, love. We're only delaying it a bit. Can't let you cum already, can we?" The blonde chuckled as she made him start eating her out once again.
"Exactly," Tracey agreed with a shuddering breath. "And imagine how great it would feel when you'll have multiple orgasms worth of orgasm in one go!"
Both were on the verge of their orgasm and they began to ramp up the pace and the intensity. It didn't take long for them to tumble over the edge as their bodies spasmed on top of Harry who grabbed each girl by the arse, keeping them upright on top of him as they shuddered and moaned.
Together, they slumped against each other right on top of him as his face and cock were both showered by their respective releases, and all Harry could do was remain on his back, breathing heavily, as they caught their breath.
Slowly, they slid off him, groaning as they lay down on either side of him. Harry wrapped his arms around them and pulled them close, his fingers sinking into their arses as he kept them flush against his naked frame.
"We meant it, Harry. You've got a lot of making up to do tonight," Daphne whispered, and he turned to her, planting his lips on hers as he kissed her firmly. The blonde pushed herself against him, mashing her tits against his naked chest as she held him by the face, kissing him hard. Meanwhile, Tracey buried her face in his neck and started to kiss his skin hard enough to leave marks all over.
They were ready to continue and they knew the night was bound to be long, but neither would have it any other way.
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