At Hogwarts, I lived life on a schedule. Herbology, then Defense, then Potion, with Charms and Transfiguration being held the following day. My evenings had a schedule too. On most, roughly four a week, I'd work on homework and practice magic when I was done.
The other three per week had what you might call 'appointments'.
Usually, that involved pinning Lavender Brown to the wall in an one out of the way corner or another, fucking her pussy while she screamed at me to go harder until she passed out.
Sometimes I met Luna instead. But it was harder to coordinate with the Ravenclaw. Lavender wasn't shy about dragging me out of the common room when no one was looking.
I never put up a fight.
Today she'd slipped me a note at lunch. Fifth floor. Classroom past the portrait of Grinning Gwendolyn. 7:00 o'clock.
So I slipped away at a quarter till seven, picking my way to the right floor. It took more than fifteen minutes of walking to spot the right portrait, but once I saw those teeth, there was no mistaking 'Grinning Gwendolyn'.
"Having fun?" I asked the portrait, whose smile was so shiny she could've competed with Apollo in a blind-you-with-their-teeth tournament.
"What does it look like?" Grinning Gwendolyn cackled.
She doubled over in her frame from laughter.
"Well… Glad to hear it," I said.
It was easy to find the right door from there. I walked in, about five minutes late, and was treated to a view of a slender back and a really nice brown butt.
"—pose is too embarrassing! I'm not doing it, Lav!"
Lavender was lounging on a big plush sofa. She'd already stripped out of everything but her panties, her tits hanging sideways as she lounged on her hip. Instead of saying anything, she looked at me and cleared her throat.
Parvati Patil spun around. Her robes were bundled in her arms, so she hadn't stripped very long ago. She was shaved around the crotch, dark nipples tipping either of her breasts, her glossy black hair partially hanging over her shoulder. She stared at me, her dark eyes wide.
"H-Hi," Parvati said.
"Hey." I waved.
Lavender burst out laughing.
"C'mon, Parvati, you can do better than that!" Lavender guffawed. "You were so into the idea a day ago! Where'd all that passion go?"
"Be quiet!" Parvati said. "He just caught me off guard. That's all!"
She took a deep breath before dumping her clothes on the ground. When she marched toward me, I noticed the way her tits bounced with each step. Perky, very different from Lavender's, but still big enough to cup.
She grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward. I walked with her. I'm a consistent guy— when a beautiful witch tries to drag me to a secluded place, I go with her. I guess I should've read Hansel and Grettel a little more closely.
Parvati dragged me to the couch, where Lavender sat up, freeing half of it. I was pushed into the open space a second later. As I sat there, I spread my legs, which allowed Parvati and Lavender to both squeeze in between them.
"I made a tactical decision," Lavender announced while she dragged open my pants. Parvati sat silently next to her, biting her lower lip. "You've consistently exhausted me, which is a terrible look for a lady with my reputation. Reinforcements were in order. Thankfully, my gossip partner volunteered."
"That's not how I remember it," Parvati said. "I seem to remember more begging."
"Yes, from you!" Lavender said. She got my pants down to my knees with a quick heave. "Please, Lav, please please please! It's been so long since I even had a date! You have to bring me along, you have to!"
Parvati pushed Lavender, rolling her eyes. When Lavender recovered her balance, she exacted revenge by shoving Parvati's head forward. With a yelp, Parvati found her face pressed into my crotch, one cheek and eye covered by my shaft.
"Warm!" Parvati said.
The one word reaction got out before she could think better of it. Lavender cracked up.
"Yes, your dry spell has clearly gone on long enough," Lavender said. "Show Percy what the male species has been missing out on."
The eye that I could see flickered up to me. Parvati leaned back slightly, sweeping her pretty hair behind her back. As my cock bobbed forward without her face pinning it down, she took a deep breath. Then she lunged at the tip.
Lavender ran combing fingers through her best friend's hair, eventually tightening her grip to hold it out of Parvati's face. Parvati sealed her lips around my head and sucked so hard that her cheeks turned concave.
A second later she was moving up and down. Her hands gripped my shaft. She held it still while attacking the top third of my cock. Even that much was enough to prod the entrance to her throat. Tears formed.
"You've got more than that in you, don't you?" Lavender said. "Let's see some of that desperation!"
Parvati loosened the grip of her hands. She plunged down twice as far, using nothing but her mouth. "Huuuurrrrp!" Parvati's shoulders shuddered. Her eyelids twitched. Then she went deeper.
"To the base! To the base!" Lavender cheered.
That was too optimistic. Parvati stopped about four inches shy of the bottom, which still meant plenty of me was stuffed down her throat. Her eyes had closed now, fighting through the discomfort to get her fix. Lavender leaned forward, whispering things I couldn't hear into the Indian witch's ear.
Finally, Parvati blew a heavy breath out through her nose and whipped her head back, pulling off my cock like a breaching whale. Spit trailed off her lower lip and spattered onto her dark tits, making them sparkle. She pulled in air, looking exhausted and turned-on at the same time.
"Not bad," Lavender said. "Now feel free to watch a professional at work."C
Lavender descended smoothly, making the same movement that Parvati did only better. She'd put her golden curls in a ponytail at some point when I wasn't paying attention. Relaxing her throat, Lavender kept pushing and slid down like it was nothing.
The first time she tried her luck she had only been able to handle most of my cock. She'd had plenty of practice since. Lavender was surprisingly committed to this kind of thing. She wasn't satisfied until she could do exactly what she was doing now— form a ring with her lips right around the bottom of my cock. She deepthroated all of it almost without a noise.
"Show off," Parvati grumbled as Lavender dragged her head up, freeing her mouth again.
"Don't be jealous," Lavender said. She grabbed another hair tie from the floor, working it into her best friend's hair. "We'll get you to that point too. All it takes is a bit of practice and a lot of spit."
"Well…" Parvati's eyes were on my glittering cock. "Let's start with practice."
Parvati and Lavender worked together this time. Coming from both sides, they moved up and down in mesmerizing patterns. One minute Lavender's tongue would be near my tip. The next, she'd be down on my balls, and Parvati had taken her place. Their chemistry was through the roof. It reminded me of my last trip to Olympus, where the Muses had pulled me to the side to provide them some inspiration.
Eventually Lavender closed her breasts around my cock, making a tight ring. What poked through her cleavage was taken on by Parvati. She ran her pink tongue along it. I groaned.
"I think he likes it," Lavender said. "Let's give him some more."
Parvati sped her tongue up. She planted a couple of kisses right on the purple skin. A tremor ran through my cock, starting at the base.
Feeling something between her breasts caused Lavender to grin.
"Open wide!" she said.
Parvati blinked, failing to react in time.
A second later both of them were sprayed with a load thick enough to coat their faces. Lavender licked her lips, smiling as the excess ran off and landed on her cleavage. Parvati took longer to adjust. She blinked, coming to terms with the warm stickiness over her face, before wiping some away with a finger. She sucked on the finger.
"Ooh," Parvati exhaled, shuddering.
Lavender hopped to her feet. There was a rush of shifting around and pawing off clothes, at the end of which I was just as naked as the two girls were, and they'd taken my place on the couch. Both of them had their knees on the cushions and their hands on the wall behind the furniture piece, looking back to see who I picked first. Parvati's pussy lips were so dark they were almost black, with glimpses of pink between them. Lavender's pussy I knew well, down to the short golden hairs poking around the edges of her thong.
As much as I enjoyed Lavender's body, it felt like there was really only one pick.
"After all we've been through?" Lavender jokingly complained, watching me step up to Parvati.
The Indian witch moaned sharply when she felt me grasp her hips. My tip stabbed against her pussy, not quite penetrating her yet but threatening to.
"I get the feeling she needs this more," I said.
"You have no idea," Parvati whispered.
A second later she was howling. I pushed my dick into her repeatedly, stabbing her body like I was trying to disintegrate a monster. Ripples passed through her, shaking her thighs and even reaching her calves. Parvati squeezed the back of the couch, digging her nails into the upholstery.
"Ah-hahaha!" Parvati moaned. "Merlin it's— You're hitting my stomach!"
That was an exaggeration. My dick wasn't actually that big. Instead, I was just slamming into her womb, pounding it twice per second with my tip.
Lavender quickly got over not being picked first. She stroked Parvati's back. "You've got this. Tire him out! Make this sexy body count!"
She lifted her hand and brought it down on one of Parvati's cheeks, spanking her. Parvati ducked her head and buried her face in the back of the sofa, which only partially muffled her screams.
I really dug my fingers in, pushing them into her soft skin. I think it was the feeling of me squeezing her that tipped Parvati over the edge. Her folds rumbled like the sky when Zeus is having a bad day. Then came the rain.
Parvati's pussy got even wetter inside than it'd already been. I kept thrusting without slowing, but now each penetration came with a squelching sound.
"...ooooooooohhh," Parvati groaned.
I grabbed her hair with one hand. It was still tied back into a ponytail, making it easy to hold. Instead of yanking violently, I tilted her head back, making her look up at me. Her bottom lip was quivering. Her eyes looked satisfied and exhausted at the same time even though we'd just started.
I leaned down, kissing her on the lips. Parvati came again. Soon she was so wet inside that I was worried I'd accidentally slip out.
Lavender leaned over. I felt her tits pressing into my arm.
"She's on the potion," Lavender whispered into my ear. "Give her everything."
I pounded Parvati from behind, driving her to three more orgasms over the next fifteen minutes. Finally, I let it all loose. Just like instructed.
When my dick slid out of Parvati, cum ran along the inside of one of her thighs. She planted her head on the back of the couch and sat there gasping.
I had already been pulled to the side. Lavender dragged me down on top of her, her shoulders propped against the sofa's armrest. Soon I was thrusting into her from above, piercing deep. She grinned as the couch shook from our lovemaking.
Prior appointments had lasted around an hour. It was always Lavender who wore out first, meaning that with help the length stretched out to double tonight. When Lavender couldn't take anymore, Parvati tagged back in. Later Lavender returned the favor.
Almost two hours after we started, Lavender sat sprawled on one of the room's chairs with a leaking pussy, watching me lay on my back. Parvati was mounted on top of me, rocking her hips in a gentle ride.
"Say, Percy, you're going to Slughorn's next party, aren't you?" Lavender asked. "I hear that you need a date."
"He did mention something like that," I said, running my hand along the side of Parvati's body.
"Are you still looking for someone?"
"I had a person in mind," I said. "Although there's a good chance she'll tell me to fuck off."
Lavender left her chair, crawling over to the couch to listen as her gossip-sense activated. "Who?"
"Daphne Greengrass."
Lavender looked at me like I was joking.
"You're insane!" Parvati gasped. "Don't you know her reputation?"
"No, not really."
"She's colder to boys than anyone! She's never dated, never kissed, never even held a boy's hand. They say she's holding out until her parents find a good family for her to marry into. When she had to go to the Yule Ball, she barely even looked in the boy's direction."
"That kind of pureblood is such a bore," Lavender said.
Parvati actively looked concerned, although it was hard for her to stay frowning with my dick inside her. "Will you be alright?"
"She's not that bad," I said. "We work together in potions. Half the things that she says she doesn't mean. She might really try to murder me for asking her out, though."
"Then why do it?" Parvati gasped.
"She's on Slughorn's invite list already, so it's easy." I shrugged. "Plus, it feels like the right thing to do."
She'd gotten so good at her act, hating Gryffindors and being a good Slytherin. Only when it was the two of us could I see some of what was underneath. It made me want to grasp her persona and pry it back. Call it curiosity, I guess.
"I think you're a bit mental," Parvati decided. Her hips bottomed out the next second, and she whipped her hair back like a mermaid. The hair tie was long gone, letting her black hair truly breathe.
"Maybe you are crazy," Lavender said, "but I'm starting to see the appeal. Just imagine— Daphne Greengrass making a face like that one."
She pointed at Parvati, who had planted her hands on my abs and gone crosseyed as she orgasmed.
"I'd pay money to see that," Lavender said.
"And if I get cursed to kingdom come instead?"
Lavender shrugged.
"That might be entertaining too," she admitted. "As long as she stays away from this."
My cock had flopped out of Parvati, and Lavender grabbed it, stroking its soaked length.
Parvati rolled off the couch, Lavender clambered on, and the night continued, thoughts of dates and the future being put on hold.
O-O-O
"What do you want?"
Tracey Davis was looking at me like I was an insect and I hadn't even said hello yet, just waved them down in the hall.
Daphne was beside her best friend. Or was it her only friend? Other than going with the crowd, I hadn't seen her spend time with anyone else. This wasn't really the time to be asking about that.
"I wanted to talk to her."
Tracey followed the direction of my pointing finger, tracing it to her friend.
"I highly doubt you have anything to say that she wants to hear," Tracey said.
Daphne had turned her head, looking behind her. I'd stopped them just after breakfast, not too far from the Great Hall in a fairly secluded patch of the castle. Right now, it was just us.
"It's fine, Tracey. I'll speak with him," Daphne said.
Tracey looked at her. A second later, she walked past me, brushing my shoulder. "Fine."
Daphne watched her friend move away. Although instead of leaving, Tracey lingered just in earshot.
"Let's hear it, then," Daphne said.
"You're going to Slughorn's party tomorrow night."
Daphne tapped her foot. "More than likely."
"Let's go together."
Daphne's foot stopped.
"You're suggesting I attend as your date?"
"Why not? Slughorn wants everyone to have one. Unless you plan on skipping this meeting, that means you too. Going together saves both of us a headache."
"Except for the damage it does to my reputation," Daphne said. "Every Slytherin in our year will soon know that I attended arm in arm with a Gryffindor. I would be better suited taking the likes of Theo Nott."
"Maybe… But then you'd have to put up with him."
For a second, so quick that it was easy to miss, Daphne's lips twitched. I was getting somewhere.
Daphne looked around us one more time, scanning the surroundings to make sure we were alone.
"How strong are you?" she asked.
The question stumped me for a second. "Strong in what way?"
"If Draco Malfoy chooses to get revenge on you, are you confident you can handle it?"
"He's not a threat," I said flatly.
"And true Death Eaters?"
I was silent. Daphne could read into that however she wanted. Even if I was asking her out, she was too shrewd — and too much of a stranger — to spill everything about myself.
I don't know how she interpreted my lack of answer, but she finally nodded.
"I expect to be picked up by five o'clock. Do not be late. Dress decently, or else I'll be forced to leave you behind. Is that clear?"
"Crystal."
"Good. I will be waiting close to the Great Hall, in the direction of the dungeons."
Once the appointment was set, Daphne stood in place for a few seconds. The way she observed me hinted that she was still pondering my non-answer before.
I just grinned.
"See you then?"
"See you then," she said.
Again, for less than a second, I thought I saw a smile.