Chapter 7: Chapter 7
They stayed in the broom closet for close to an hour, doing nothing but relishing the feeling of the other's hot naked body pressed flush against theirs. The sex had been brilliant and Harry had to admit that Katie had a side to her that he had never known, yet one that he wanted to see more of.
"Guess we should be getting out now," she remarked.
Five minutes later, they had dressed up properly, helping the other out with any creases or imperfections that might have remained, and hand in hand, they walked out of the broom closet. As expected, their surroundings were entirely vacant.
"Something tells me you've frequented this broom closet a lot if you know this was going to be so private," she teased with a sexy smirk.
"Only once," he replied, chuckling.
"Oh? Been sampling the delights Hogwarts has to offer, Harry?"
"Beauxbatons," he corrected with a grin. Katie's eyes widened.
"No fucking way!" She exclaimed in a whisper. "You scored so early with one of those prissies!?"
"You won't get anything else from me, Kitty."
Katie pouted but relented.
"Spoilsport," she muttered. "At least give me a hint. I'm curious now."
Harry glanced at her in amusement.
"One hint only," he said pointedly, holding back a snort when she nodded emphatically. "She's older than us."
"Like that helps me narrow it down," she scoffed. "All those girls are older than us."
Harry shrugged.
"Not my problem. You asked for a hint, I gave you one."
They were walking along the grassy courtyard and they had already spotted several couples frolicking about in the bushes, carriages, alcoves, or an odd broom closet that lined the corridor.
"Guess Snape took a break from being a prat," he remarked, looking around. Katie snorted.
"He's horrible, isn't he? I never understood what problem he actually has," she frowned.
Harry sighed. Ever since he had first arrived at Hogwarts, he'd had the same question. Alas, it looked like he would not be getting an answer to it anytime soon.
His footsteps suddenly slowed down when he heard whispers coming from one of the broom closets a little bit in front of them and if he was not mistaken, it was Karkaroff's voice. Katie had not noticed, busy as she was looking around at the decorations that lined the Hogwarts grounds.
"Can you wait for me a bit here?" He asked in a whisper as he leaned toward her. Katie pulled back slightly and looked at him askance. "I'll explain shortly. Just wait inside this alcove for me."
Confused, she nodded and watched as he pulled something out of his pocket and vanished from sight. Her eyes widened.
"How the hell does he have an invisibility cloak!?" She asked herself in a whisper as she followed his instruction and stepped to the side.
Meanwhile, Harry walked closer to the broom closet with slow, purposeful steps, straining his ears to make out what Karkaroff was saying and who he was conversing with.
"I'm telling you Severus, it's been getting darker. You know what this means," he heard Karkaroff whisper agitatedly and his eyes widened. The man was talking to Snape.
"And I am telling you to flee if you fear it so much, Igor. Unlike you, I have nothing to be afraid of," Snape's drawl told him how bored the man was of this conversation. Harry wondered what they were talking about.
"I can't just flee, Severus! I have – I have obligations!" Karkaroff floundered.
Harry was getting confused. He had no idea what they were talking about.
"I can make excuses for you if you want, Karkaroff. I, however, am remaining where I am supposed to."
There was a moment of terse silence inside the closet and Harry strained to listen.
"I don't know what game you are playing, Severus. Pretending this isn't happening and all that. I know you know it's happening. The Dark Lord is one the verge of rising again!"
Harry's eyes shot open in shock at that. He worked his brain furiously and suddenly realized what this was all about. Karkaroff was talking about the dark mark slowly getting darker, and he was scared. Scared of Voldemort's return. What he didn't know was why he was so scared. He had learned already that both Karkaroff and Snape had been Death Eaters before the former had ratted out a few of his fellow terrorists when he had been captured. Meanwhile, Snape had turned cloak and was revealed to be Dumbledore's spy.
Harry didn't truly believe the latter, even though Dumbledore seemed to have full faith in the resident dungeon bat.
Snape seemed calm while Karkaroff was scared, and rightfully so. If Voldemort returned, he would make sure Karkaroff died for what he had done. The dark lord was a vengeful wizard and he would never let a transgression like that go unpunished. However, what confused him slightly was why Snape was so calm. Did he truly believe that Dumbledore's protection and remaining at Hogwarts would ensure he remained away from Voldemort's clutches? Harry truly did not believe anywhere was safe if Voldemort was after him, and given how Snape had been publicly proclaimed to have been Dumbledore's spy from the very beginning of the previous war, it stood to reason that Voldemort would want to kill the man.
There were indeed two options – Snape was confident in Dumbledore's ability to protect him, or Snape was playing a game of his own and was at the right place he needed to be. Harry had a foreboding feeling about that second option.
He realized he had zoned out slightly in his contemplation and he had to hastily step out of the way as the door slammed open. Snape seemed to look around before he walked off with a purposeful stride, his midnight robes billowing behind him. Meanwhile, Harry looked at Karkaroff who still had the sleeve of his left arm up to his elbow, displaying that wretched mark in all its sinful glory. It truly looked sinister – the sight of that snake inside a skull, and when Harry looked closely, he realized that the mark truly looked dark.
He watched Karkaroff who looked around nervously as he stepped out of the closet. The man fixed his clothes and rubbed his hands over his face before walking in the opposite direction.
Harry turned around and walked back to where Katie was patiently waiting for him. He took off his cloak and put it away, chuckling when she jumped slightly as he emerged out of nowhere.
"Merlin you scared me," she breathed, a hand over her heaving chest.
Harry smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Come on, let's head back to the Great Hall. The twins and the others must be back by now."
Katie nodded wordlessly as he led her away.
"Where did you go though?"
Harry pursed his lips as he stared straight ahead.
"Heard Snape and Karkaroff talking about something and I thought it seemed fishy. Turns out the two knew each other and were talking about old times."
"Seriously?" Katie asked in surprise. "That's not something I expected."
Harry chuckled.
-Break-
The students got up late on Boxing Day. The Gryffindor Common Room was quieter than it had been recently, with many yawns intermixed with lazy conversations.
Harry stepped out of the alcove that led to the staircase leading to the boys' dormitories and looked around. He spotted Hermione sitting alone on one of the couches with a book open in her lap, reading.
Ignoring the brunette, he walked over to an empty chair by the fireplace and picked up the copy of the Daily Prophet he saw over there. He had stopped reading it after learning about Rita Skeeter and the bullshit she was allowed to print but with nothing else to do for a while, he decided to just take a look and pass some time.
His eyes widened when he stared at the headline.
DUMBLEDORE'S GIANT MISTAKE
More than a little curious, he started reading the article and the more he read, the more he was filled with ire for his friend.
Hagrid was one of the purest souls one could find and to target him in such a humiliating manner just out of sheer spite, vindictiveness, and bigotry filled him with rage.
The article started with speculating on Dumbledore's questionable decisions when it came to hiring professors, mentioning the appointment of Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody which had somehow caused many raised eyebrows at the Ministry.
However, it didn't take it to devolve into nothing more than a character assassination of one Rubeus Hagrid.
Harry ran his eyes over the paragraph once again.
Rubeus Hagrid who admits to having been expelled from Hogwarts in his third year has enjoyed years of employment as the gamekeeper of Hogwarts, given his particular attachment to magical creatures which the usual magical folk would find borders on obsession. However, Hagrid used his mysterious influence over Albus Dumbledore to secure the additional post of the Care of Magical Creatures professor, over the heads of many better-qualified candidates.
For over a year, Rubeus Hagrid, an alarmingly massive and brutish-looking man, has terrified the students of Hogwarts by abusing his newfound authority over them by exposing them to a multitude of horrific magical creatures in an uncontrolled environment.
Several students have described his "classes" as nothing short of horrifying.
"I was ruthlessly attacked unprovoked by a hippogriff, and my friend Vincent Crabbe got a nasty bite off a flobberworm," says Draco Malfoy, a fourth-year student. "We all hate that we have to go to his classes, but we have no choice. We would lose points or even find ourselves in detentions if we said anything. Students fear him."
Rubeus Hagrid has no intentions of ceasing his activities, however. He recently admitted to a Daily Prophet reporter that he had bred a dangerous cross between manticores and fire-crabs, naming the highly dangerous new breed "Blast-Ended Skrewts". The breeding of magical creatures is an activity that is closely monitored by the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures but it seems Mr. Hagrid considers himself above such petty restrictions.
"I was just having some fun," he was quoted saying before quickly changing the subject.
As if all of it were not enough, the Daily Prophet has discovered irrefutable evidence that Rubeus Hagrid is not in fact a pure-blood wizard that he has always portrayed himself as. In fact, Rubeus Hagrid is not even fully a human.
Indeed, dear readers! This reporter was shocked to find that Rubeus Hagrid's mother is none other than the giantess Fridwulfa, whose whereabouts are currently unknown.
It is no secret that giants are bloodthirsty and brutal creatures who brought themselves to the point of extinction by infighting, thereby destroying numerous wizarding and non-wizarding settlements and killing thousands in the past. The handful that remained had quickly joined the forces of He-who-must-not-be-named and were responsible for some of the worst mass killings of both the muggles and the wizarding folk alike during his Reign of Terror.
Most of the giants had been killed by the aurors in the war but Fridwulfa was not among them and it is possible that she managed to escape to one of the giant colonies still existing in several foreign mountain ranges. However, if his antics so far are indicative of anything, it seems the son has inherited his mother's brutish tendencies.
In a bizarre twist of fate, Fridwulfa's son is reputed to have developed a close relationship with none other than the boy credited to have defeated He-who-must-not-be-named, thereby driving his own mother and several of You-Know-Who's supporters into hiding.
One has to wonder whether Harry Potter is truly ignorant of his large friend's true origins or if he is aware of everything and befriending him is a part of some long-term plan of his. We have already seen how far he is willing to go to win something as small as a tournament. Who knows what other nefarious plans the previously revered son of Wizarding Britain has conjured?
All I have to say is that Albus Dumbledore has a duty toward Hogwarts and his nation as the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot and the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and it is to be seen what steps he takes when it comes to both Harry Potter and Rubeus Hagrid.
This reporter truly wishes we don't see another Dark Lord with an army of giants at his behest bringing nothing but ruin to our still recovering nation.
"I see you've already read it."
Harry didn't bother to look up. He was glaring hatefully at the sham of an article. The girl sighed and sat on the chair beside him.
"I would've preferred the day to have started much better," Katie muttered as she took the newspaper from his clutching hands, folded it up, and put it back where it had been.
"Hagrid doesn't deserve this," Harry said firmly.
"No he doesn't," Katie nodded with a sigh and took his hand, interlacing their fingers together. Harry looked down in slight surprise.
His eyes traveled from their joined hands to her face and he frowned when she chuckled.
"Don't worry, I'm not trying to become your girlfriend or anything. It's clear you want nothing of that sort at this time," she said. "This is just me being a good friend. Nothing else."
Harry remained silent.
"Although I won't mind a repeat of last night," she added mischievously. Despite his shitty mood, Harry chuckled. He looked at her mirthfully.
"Thanks. I needed that."
"No need to thank me," she replied and stood up, pulling him with her. "Now come on. Get some food in there and go meet Hagrid. I'm sure he'd be happy if you visited."
Harry nodded and let her pull him behind her. Truth be told, it had been a while since he had visited Hagrid and he was looking forward to seeing the big guy again, although he would've preferred to do it in better circumstances.
"You remember it from last night, right? When we overheard them?" Harry asked softly. Katie did not need him to spell it out for her. She knew what he was talking about.
"It surprised me, you know?" She replied. "I always thought he was just bigger than your average wizard. To think he truly has giant blood in his veins…"
Harry was not surprised when he detected a hint of apprehensiveness in her voice when she uttered the word 'giant'. It was for good reason as well. Giants were terrifying and most of the time, they were horrible creatures. The only reason they still regarded Hagrid as a good person was because they knew him. He knew full well that any person who didn't know Hagrid personally would be terrified of him now, and as big a shame it was, it was also unavoidable. People feared giants and those associated with those creatures by extension.
"What I'm curious about though is how she got to know about it," Harry muttered. "There was no one apart from those two and us in that clearing. There's no way for us to know."
Katie looked doubtful for a moment.
"I don't know for certain, but do you think it's possible Madame Maxime told her?" She asked in a whisper. Harry's eyes widened. Katie continued, "You saw as well how angry she was when Hagrid said he believed she too had giant blood in her veins. You don't think she got a bit too upset with him and ratted him out, right?"
Truth be told, Harry had no clue. He did not know Madame Maxime and he had no idea if she could do it. However, given how Fleur had always talked about her in admiration, he found it hard to believe that she would have such thin skin that she would take revenge on Hagrid like that.
"I don't think so," he replied. "It's possible for her to have an Invisibility Cloak as well. She even seems the type to go sniffing around for things she should stay away from."
Katie made to reply but she was suddenly interrupted when someone called out for her.
"Katie!"
They paused and turned around. It was Angelina followed by Alicia. The two chasers came to a stop in front of them. "We need you for something. You're not busy, right?"
Surprised, Katie looked at the girls before she turned toward Harry who nodded.
"No worries. We'll talk later. I was going to visit Hagrid anyway."
Katie looked conflicted at first but he nodded once again. Sighing, she reached forward and gave him a parting hug. Harry smiled and squeezed her softly.
"Eat first," she said pointedly as she pulled away.
"Yes ma'am," Harry chuckled and watched them walk away. Sighing, he turned around and walked down the stairs toward the Great Hall for breakfast.
-Break-
Harry stood still for a moment as he stared into the distance. Hagrid's Hut stood out in an endless sea of green.
As he walked downhill, he wondered how the man was doing. Hopefully, he was not torturing himself over it, not that he'd blame the man if he reacted poorly.
There was no sign of either Fang or any of the roosters that were frequently spotted around the hut and Harry frowned when he discovered the door was closed.
He knocked and called out the man's name. There was no response.
All his attempts to get Hagrid to open the door went unanswered. Hagrid was indeed taking this poorly and a part of him could not help but think it had to do with him. After all, his name had also been thrown into the mix. Hagrid must be trying to keep his distance from him lest he create even more problems, that idiot.
Harry had half a mind to just barge into his hut but he discarded that idea immediately. He didn't want to force Hagrid if he didn't want to see him. He believed the man would approach him when he was ready. All he could was wait.
There was nothing he could do right now and Harry had no choice but to leave for now.
Aimlessly, he walked about the Hogwarts grounds until he ultimately found himself at the shore of the Black Lake. He leaned with his back against a tree and looked at the rippling surface of the lake.
He didn't know how much time had passed when he heard a loud splash in the distance and he looked over. A few Durmstrang students were standing on the stern of the Durmstrang ship and looking down. Harry tried to see what they were looking at.
His eyes widened slightly when he saw it was none other than Viktor Krum swimming in the freezing lake. What was also curious was the fact that the man was diving under the water before emerging out of it every few seconds.
He could not say he was not intrigued. Was this some sort of fitness regimen? He knew Durmstrang was in Northern Europe and it was significantly colder there as well, but deliberately exposing oneself to a freezing lake was not a common thing.
Harry kept his eyes on Krum as the man continued to take this bath in the lake and his eyes widened when he saw the man emerge out of it with that damned golden egg tucked under his arm.
A little while later, Harry walked away from the shore of the Black Lake with a new idea. He had to see what connection that egg had with water, and he'd prefer to get it done sooner. February seemed closer than it seemed and he wanted to get as much practice in as he could.
He went back to the castle and started walking toward the Grand Staircase to head over to the Gryffindor Tower where he had the golden egg in his dormitory. He was walking along the courtyard when a familiar voice made him pause.
"… wasn't it?"
It was that ponce Malfoy. Harry's fist tightened.
He heard his usual sycophants snigger.
"Well, I think this should well and truly put that oaf's teaching career in the bin," he heard Malfoy say. "And there I was thinking he'd overdosed on some Skele-gro when he was still pissing the bed. None of the parents are going to like this at all… they'd all be worried about that giant eating their kids… ha ha…"
Harry closed his eyes and took deep breaths to remain calm. He had expected nothing more from Malfoy so this was not surprising at all.
"They should just kick him out of here and be done with it," he heard Parkinson spew in that shrill voice of hers. "Him and Potter both!"
"I still can't believe he used something like that in the first task. I talked to father about it after the task. Even he looked uneasy."
Now that filled Harry with satisfaction. Holding his head high, he walked into the courtyard and saw out of the corner of his eye how Malfoy quickly spotted him and straightened, pointedly looking away from him. Harry did not like frightening people but he had to admit he liked this fear from Malfoy. His two bookends looked as silly as they always did and Parkinson was as ugly as ever with that disgusting sneer of hers over that pug face.
He didn't pay them any mind and crossed the courtyard to get to the corridors.
-Break-
Ten minutes later, Harry walked back into the common room with his golden egg tucked under his left arm. More people were awake at this time and he could not help but notice how Hermione still sat on her own while Ron was with Dean and Seamus playing chess. He wondered how their date had gone the previous evening. The last he had seen them, they'd been sitting together looking rather put out. He wouldn't be surprised if they'd spent most of the evening doing nothing but bickering with each other as they always seemed to do.
He left the common room without any further delay and reached the Room of Requirement in no time. Walking back and forth, he entered and looked at the room conjured for him.
It was a large bath with stalls for changing on either side of it. The water looked perfectly warm. It was serene and the air was thick with the earthy scent of cedar, its warmth and familiarity seemingly embracing him. Soft, ambient lighting cast a gentle, golden glow over the wooden interior, with candles hovering in the air.
If he was going to do it, it was better done in comfort.
Walking over to one of the stalls, Harry undressed and neatly folded his clothes, placing them on the rack. He slung a towel over his shoulder and walked out. As he stepped into the bath, his eyes widened.
The temperature was perfect, an exquisite balance between soothing warmth and invigorating heat – perfect for the cold, December weather of northern Scotland.
Harry placed the egg on the wooden side of the pool and took a moment to relax. The warm water soothed his muscles and he could feel the magical properties of the bath permeating his senses.
"Oh my!"
He turned around abruptly and was met with wide-eyed stares from none other than Daphne and Tracey. Their faces were flushed as they stared at him.
"Uh… what are you doing, Harry?" Tracey asked.
"What does it look like to you, Trace?" Daphne was quick to regain her composure and she looked at him with a smirk. "Having a relaxing time, I hope?"
Harry let out a soft sigh and chuckled.
"I can't say I'm not," he replied.
"Nice," she grinned. "I see there's enough room for two more."
Surprised, both Harry and Tracey stared at Daphne who rushed over to one of the stalls, and in no time, she emerged from it with a tower wrapped around her frame. This was the most skin she'd shown in front of him and Harry could not help but give her lovely body an appreciative once-over.
Daphne saw his admiring glances and grinned. Looking over, she saw Tracey was still where she had been and she nudged her.
"Don't tell me you don't want to take this chance," she whispered in her ear. Tracey looked at her and then at Harry. A small smile came over her face as well and she made her way over to one of the stalls as well.
Harry had known that their next meeting would be different. The looks they had exchanged before the Yule Ball had left no doubts in either of their minds as to what might happen when they met next. However, he didn't think any of them had expected that things would unfold like this.
Harry remained in the bath, feeling the warm water splashing against his chest as the two young women walked inside. They stepped toward him together and Harry saw how their nubile bodies got submerged under the water. Once their upper bodies were under the surface, they took their respective towels off and threw them away.
"So… what are you doing here exactly?" Daphne asked as they came closer. Harry stared at the pair of beauties who stood an arm's length away from him and he had to force himself to keep his hands away from reaching out and pulling them flush against him. Instead, he gestured toward the egg with his thumb.
"You're taking a bath with that egg?" Tracey asked, confused.
"Saw Krum doing the same," he replied.
"You were peeping on Krum while he was taking a bath!?" Daphne asked, scandalized. "And here we thought you swung this way."
Harry looked at the blonde with a deadpan expression who seemed to be holding on to her laughter.
"Very funny," he rolled his eyes and grabbed the egg. "I'm sure he was up to something."
"What was he doing exactly?"
"Well, he was repeatedly bobbing his head in and out of the water, for one," Harry mused. As one, the blonde and brunette looked down with slight blushes as they wondered just what Krum might've been doing. Harry noticed the looks they gave him and he snorted.
"Yeah, not likely. He's got a girlfriend, for one," he chuckled.
"Keep your mind out of the gutter, Potter. We were not thinking about… that!" Daphne retorted, looking flustered. Harry stared at her amused. For all her bravado, she sure chickened out at random intervals.
"Yeah yeah, sure," he replied in amusement.
"What we need to think of is what he'd been doing there," Tracey interjected. "You said he had the egg with him, right?"
Harry nodded.
"There's only one scenario I can think of," he mused. "Krum opened the egg underwater."
"Try it out then," Daphne urged, earning a nod from Harry. He submerged the egg underwater and braced himself. The girls also pressed their palms against their ears and he pulled off the latch.
To their combined shock, no scream was heard. In fact, they could not hear anything at all.
Suddenly, Daphne's eyes widened in realization.
"Merpeople!" She exclaimed, making them jump slightly. "It's the song of the merpeople! I completely forgot. Their voice can be heard properly only underwater."
Curious, Harry looked at the glowing egg underwater.
"Is that so?" He muttered. "Well then, wanna come and listen what this bloody clue is?"
The girls nodded excitedly and Harry smiled. Together, they inhaled a lungful of air and dipped entirely under the surface.
Even though they knew it would happen, the sweet melody still surprised them. Eyes closed, they listened to the song properly more than once and emerged from the water when the need for Oxygen became apparent.
"So the second task will be underwater," Tracey remarked.
"My guess would be the Black Lake. There's a large colony of merpeople living in there."
Harry had more than one concern. The clue informed him that the task would be underwater and he would have to recover something he'd sorely miss within an hour or it would be lost forever. He could think of several belongings that he would miss dearly and finding them in the vast expanse of the Black Lake would be no joke considering it would be late February when the task would be held. Warming charms would only be able to accomplish so much.
'Guess I'll have to start taking baths in the lake to get accustomed to the cold,' he thought with a chuckle.
"Harry?" Daphne asked curiously, making him look at her.
"Nothing," he shook his head. "Looks like I need to figure out a way to breathe underwater for at least an hour."
"Surely you know a few spells?" Tracey asked curiously.
Harry nodded. He did indeed know a few. The Bubblehead Charm came to the mind first but he discarded that idea immediately. It had way too many limitations, not to mention he needed something that would ensure his movement underwater was as fluid as possible.
He latched the egg underwater and put it away for now. It had served its purpose. Resting his arms on the wooden ledge behind him, he leaned back and relaxed.
"I'll think of something soon enough," he told them as he closed his eyes.
Daphne and Tracey stared at him for a while, letting their eyes feast on his naked frame visible over the surface of the water. Unbeknownst to Harry, both the girls had taken the time they had been underwater to peek at his impressive manliness and they were more than satisfied with what they had seen.
An unspoken agreement passed between the pair and as one, they moved forward.
Harry had been wondering all this while what the girls' next move would be and he was not surprised when he felt their full femininity pressing on either side of his chest. His emerald eyes opened and saw their flushed faces near his.
"So this is it, huh?" He asked with a smile. His eyes alternated between them. He could feel their lovely breasts pressing against the sides of his chest and smirking, he reached down and cupped their asses.
Daphne and Tracey froze for barely a second before they bravely pushed firmly against him, keeping their delectable bodies flush with his. Harry looked down at their faces that were mere inches away from his.
"You're sure about this?" He asked once again. He knew this had been brewing for a while now and he would be lying if he said he didn't want them.
"You've no idea what you've done to us, Mr. Potter," Daphne whispered huskily, stroking his bare chest softly.
"I've done nothing yet, Miss Greengrass," he replied, squeezing the supple curve of her rear. Daphne pressed her core over his thigh, stifling a moan poorly. Harry smirked. He turned to look at Tracey who was staring at him with barely-hidden lust in her eyes.
"And you, Tracey?"
"I've had my eyes on you for a long time now," she replied breathlessly as he caressed her pert round rear. "I've never been surer about anything in my life."
Harry nodded and leaned back slightly to regard them.
"I see," he said. Suddenly, his eyes gained a positively feral gleam and he commanded, "Show me how much you two want to be mine then."
Daphne and Tracey turned toward each other and as one, they nodded. Harry gasped slightly when he felt both their hands wrap around his manhood and start to stroke it. He was already fully hard.
"Your cock is so big, Harry," Daphne whispered huskily against his lips. "Both me and Trace can wrap our hands around it and still we can't fully cover it."
"Keep going," he instructed further.
"Gladly," the girls whispered as one and began rubbing their wet tits over his chest. Harry's hands firmly gripped their asses and he groped them furiously, squeezing the soft flesh of their curvy rear and accentuating it with soft slaps every so often.
"You like our asses, right Harry?" Tracey whispered sultrily. "We've noticed, you know? Every time you stared at us. You've no idea how hot our nights together have been since this little game began between us."
"Is that so?" Harry asked, tilting his head back as the girls attacked his neck, kissing his skin heatedly. He'd already known they were involved with each other so this was not a revelation.
"Mm-hmm," Daphne replied as she pulled back. "It's become so much hotter recently."
"Well, I'm glad I could enhance your pleasure," he chuckled. The girls continued to stroke his cock gently, all the while kissing his neck and upper chest.
"And we're very grateful for it," Daphne smirked. "However, we're greedy girls, Harry. And we want more."
"So much more," Tracey nodded in agreement.
Looking down, Harry took in their aroused expressions and he felt his lust skyrocket. Gripping their asses even more furiously so that his fingers sank into the pillowy fleshes, he pulled their inflamed pussies against his upper thigh. The girls gasped as one as they felt their sensitive lips rubbing against his skin.
"Well then, I guess it falls on me to fulfil all those desires from now on," he smirked.
Daphne and Tracey grinned and clutched onto his shoulders with their free hands before Harry turned his face toward the blonde and slammed his lips against hers.
TBC.
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