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Hello, my dear readers. We are starting with something a bit out there.
So let's see just how kinky Hermione can get and how lucky Harry will be getting.
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The Gryffindor common room was unusually quiet that evening, the fire crackling softly in the hearth as the last of the students trickled upstairs to their dormitories. Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on a plush armchair, a heavy tome balanced on her lap, her brow furrowed in concentration. The book was ancient, its leather cover worn and its pages yellowed, borrowed from the Restricted Section under the pretense of "advanced research." Beside her, Ginny Weasley lounged on the floor, flipping through a Quidditch magazine, while Luna Lovegood perched on the edge of a sofa, humming a tune no one recognized and twirling a strand of her pale blonde hair.
"Hermione, are you still reading that dusty old thing?" Ginny asked, tossing the magazine aside. "It's nearly midnight. Even the house-elves have gone to bed."
Hermione didn't look up. "This isn't just any book, Ginny. It's Arcane Pleasures and Forbidden Charms. I found somethingā¦ intriguing."
Luna tilted her head, her wide, silvery eyes glinting with curiosity. "Intriguing? Is it about Wrackspurts? Or perhaps a charm to make pudding taste like moonlight?"
"No, Luna," Hermione said, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. "It'sā¦ well, it's a spell. A rather unconventional one. It's called Navis Apertaāthe Navel Charm. It supposedlyā¦ enhances sensation in, er, an unusual place."
Ginny sat up, her freckled face alight with mischief. "Unusual? How unusual are we talking?"
Hermione hesitated, then lowered her voice. "It makes a woman's navelā¦ receptive. In a way that's, um, intimate."
Luna blinked, then smiled dreamily. "Oh, that sounds lovely. Like a secret doorway to a hidden garden."
Ginny burst out laughing. "Hermione, you've found a sex spell! And here I thought you only cared about Transfiguration and SPEW!"
"It's not just a sex spell!" Hermione snapped, though her blush deepened. "It's a piece of magical history. The incantation manipulates nerve endings and creates aā¦ a unique experience. I thought we could test it. For research purposes, of course."
"Research, huh?" Ginny grinned. "Count me in. What about you, Luna?"
Hermione sighed, but there was a spark of excitement in her eyes. "Fine. But we need someone toā¦ test it with us. Someone we trust."
Ginny's grin widened. "Harry."
Hermione sputtered. "What? No, I didn't meanā"
"Oh, come on," Ginny said, waving a hand. "He's our best mate, he's discreet, and let's be honest, he's not bad to look at. Besides, he owes us after that fiasco with the Firewhisky last month."
Luna giggled. "Harry does have nice hands. I bet he'd be gentle."
Hermione buried her face in her hands, but after a moment, she peeked through her fingers. "Alright. But we do this properly. Tomorrow night, in the Room of Requirement. And no one breathes a word of this to anyone."
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The next evening, the Room of Requirement transformed into a cozy, dimly lit chamber with a large four-poster bed draped in crimson curtains, a roaring fireplace, and a table laden with butterbeer and chocolate frogs. Harry Potter stood in the center, scratching the back of his neck, his glasses slightly askew.
"So, let me get this straight," he said, eyeing the three witches. "You found a spell that doesā¦ what, exactly?"
Hermione cleared her throat, holding up her wand. "It's called Navis Aperta. It sensitizes the navel, making itā¦ well, a point of pleasure. We've already cast it on ourselves, and we need you toā¦ test it."
Harry's green eyes widened. "Test it? You meanā"
"Yes," Ginny said, stepping forward with a smirk. "You're going to fuck our navels, Harry. Don't look so shockedāyou've faced worse than this."
"IāI have?" he stammered, but there was a flicker of curiosity in his expression. "Are you sure about this?"
"Absolutely," Luna said, her voice airy. "It's like an experiment. And I think my belly is ready. It's tingling already."
Harry swallowed hard, then nodded. "Alright. But if this goes wrong, I'm blaming Hermione."
Hermione huffed. "It won't go wrong. I've triple-checked the incantation. Now, let's start with me. For science."
She climbed onto the bed, lifting her sweater to reveal her midriff. Her navel was small and neat, a shallow dip in her smooth skin. She pointed her wand at herself and murmured, "Navis Aperta." A faint golden glow pulsed around her abdomen, and she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut.
"It worked," she breathed. "It'sā¦ warm. Sensitive."
Harry approached cautiously, his hands trembling slightly as he knelt beside her. "So, I justā¦?"
"Touch it first," Hermione instructed, her voice tight. "See what happens."
He hesitated, then brushed his fingertips across her navel. Hermione arched off the bed, a soft moan escaping her lips. "OhāMerlin, that's intense!"
Encouraged, Harry leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin. He pressed his lips to her navel, kissing it gently, and Hermione's hands flew to his hair, gripping tight. "Harryākeep going!"
He didn't need more urging. With a mix of nervousness and growing confidence, he leaned in and kissed her lips first, soft and quick, tasting the butterbeer she'd had earlier. Hermione kissed back, surprised but eager, her hands sliding to his shoulders. Harry's hands moved too, groping her chest through her sweater, squeezing gently as she gasped into his mouth. He pulled back, grinning, then trailed kisses down her neck and stomach until he reached her navel again. He licked it this time, teasing the edge, and Hermione squirmed, her breath hitching.
Finally, he unbuttoned his trousers, freeing himself, and carefully aligned with her navel. The spell had made it impossibly receptive, a tight, warm hollow that seemed to pulse with magic. He pushed forward, and Hermione cried out, her legs trembling as waves of pleasure radiated through her. Harry moved slow at first, feeling the way her navel gripped him, slick and hot from the spell. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer, and kissed her again, deeper this time, their tongues brushing as he thrust harder. Hermione moaned into his mouth, her hands clawing at his back, her whole body shaking. He groped her again, hands slipping under her sweater to feel her skin, and she arched up, pressing herself against him. It went on like thatākissing, touching, movingāuntil she was gasping his name, her climax hitting her hard. Harry kept going, lost in the feel of her, until he finished too, panting against her neck.
"Godric's ghost," Harry muttered, his voice hoarse. "This isā¦ unreal."
Hermione's response was incoherent, her body shuddering as he pulled away, her cheeks flushed. "Thatā¦ that was extraordinary. The spell amplifies everything."
Harry wiped his brow, grinning despite himself. "I'll say. Who's next?"
Ginny hopped onto the bed, shedding her Quidditch jersey to reveal a toned stomach and a slightly deeper navel, framed by a dusting of freckles. "My turn. Let's see if you can handle a Weasley, Potter."
She cast the spell with a flick of her wand, and the golden glow settled over her. She smirked at Harry. "Don't hold back."
Harry didn't. He started with his hands, tracing circles around her navel, earning a sharp intake of breath from Ginny. Then he grabbed her waist, pulling her close, and kissed her hard on the mouth. Ginny kissed back fiercely, biting his lip a little, her hands tugging at his shirt. He groped her chest, rougher than with Hermione, and she laughed against his lips, pushing into his touch. He moved down, kissing her jaw, her collarbone, then her navel, sucking on it lightly. She groaned, loud and shameless, and yanked his hair to pull him up for another kiss.
When he positioned himself at her navel, it was differentādeeper, more yieldingāand he slid in easy, the magic making it tight and wet. Ginny rocked against him, matching his rhythm, her hands on his shoulders as she kissed him again, messy and wild. He grabbed her thighs, spreading them wider, and thrust faster, feeling her shiver under him. His hands roamed, squeezing her hips, her chest, anywhere he could reach, and she kept laughing and moaning, egging him on. "Harder, Harry!" she gasped, and he did, their bodies slapping together until she screamed, her climax shaking her whole frame. Harry finished right after, groaning into her shoulder, both of them sweaty and grinning.
"Blimey," Harry panted, collapsing beside her. "You're a menace, Ginny."
She grinned, tousling his hair. "You loved it."
Finally, Luna drifted forward, her flowing skirt slipping down to reveal a pale, slender midriff. Her navel was small and perfectly round, almost ethereal in the firelight. She cast the spell with a dreamy smile, and the glow seemed to linger longer on her, as if the magic recognized her whimsical nature.
"I'm ready, Harry," she said softly. "Be kind to my navel. It's never been explored like this."
Harry approached her with a gentleness he hadn't used before, brushing his fingers over her skin. Luna sighed, a sound like wind chimes, and he leaned in, kissing her lips firstāsoft, slow, tasting her sweetness. She giggled into it, her hands resting light on his chest. He groped her gently, hands sliding over her sides, then up to her chest, careful and curious. She hummed, happy, and he kissed her neck, then her stomach, before licking her navel slow and soft. She moaned, quiet and sweet, her fingers tangling in his hair.
When he entered her navel, it was softer, subtler than the othersāa delicate, pulsing warmth that seemed to draw him in. He moved gentle at first, kissing her again, their lips brushing as he rocked against her. His hands stayed on her, one on her hip, the other groping her chest, and she sighed, her body trembling. "It's like flying," she murmured, and he smiled, picking up the pace a little. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, and he kissed her deeper, tasting her little gasps. It stayed slow, sweet, her hands soft on his back, until she came with a quiet cry, her whole body glowing for a second. Harry finished soon after, breathing hard against her cheek, amazed at how gentle it felt.
They all lay sprawled across the bed afterward, the air thick with the scent of magic and sweat. Hermione was the first to speak, her voice shaky but triumphant. "Wellā¦ the spell works. Exceptionally well."
Ginny laughed. "Understatement of the century. Harry, you're a natural."
Harry groaned, pulling a pillow over his face. "I can't believe I just did that. With all of you."
Luna sat up, smoothing her skirt. "It was beautiful. Like a dance with our navels. We should do it again sometime."
"Absolutely not," Hermione said, though her smile betrayed her. "Wellā¦ maybe. For research."
Harry peeked out from under the pillow. "You lot are going to be the death of me."
"Only if Hermione finds a spell for that too," Ginny quipped, and they all dissolved into laughter, the firelight flickering over their tangled, contented forms.
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I hope you guys enjoyed this. There will be more coming in the following days.
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