Chapitre 338: A Secret Tryst (Harry Potter)
A/N: A Secret Tryst was a P atreon Poll Winner originally written in 2018 and posted up on HF in 2021. Posting it here and now for people to enjoy!
Themes: Cheating, Threesome, Slutty
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Taking a deep breath, Hermione exhales out through her nostrils, before finally reaching up and knocking on the door. She immediately goes tense as a result, but it's not like there's someone waiting for her right on the other side. It takes a good half a minute before she hears the sounds of high heels clipping against wood coming from inside the home. Then, the door opens, and a familiar face framed by red hair smiles at her.
"Hermione. Please, come in."
"Thanks, Ginny."
She can't quite keep the nervousness from her voice, or the blush from her face as she steps past the beautiful witch. Ginny has grown into adulthood and motherhood quite gorgeously, but then, playing as a professional Quidditch player and the head of the Holyhead Harpies would do that apparently. Still, she can't deny that Ginny looks absolutely stunning in her casual dress, her leggings leaving nothing to the imagination and her flowing blouse giving her a very… distinguished look.
Ginny looks ready for a party, though Hermione knows that the other woman isn't going anywhere tonight.
"Let me get your coat, Hermione."
Flushed with embarrassment, Hermione shucks off her coat and hands it to the other woman, who hangs it up in the hall closet before turning to face her. The smile on Ginny's face doesn't go anywhere, but it does become a bit more fixed as her eyes slide up and down Hermione's body.
"Don't you think you're a little overdressed for the night, Hermione?"
The brunette bookworm's blush goes into full-force at that, and she mumbles out a vague agreement as she begins to unbutton her own blouse, slowly stripping out of her clothes. Ginny watches on, something like vague approval in her eyes. Despite their age difference, only one of them could be 'Queen of the Castle' so to speak, and this wasn't her home. She was a guest, and when one was a guest, they should always be polite to their hosts.
Soon enough, Hermione is wearing nothing but her bra and panties. Ginny doesn't say a thing as she steps up to Hermione. The high heels she's wearing leave her towering over the mostly naked brunette by an inch or two, and she very literally looks down on Hermione from above, even as she reaches out and runs a hand across Hermione's taut belly, before slowly letting her fingers drift down to the lacy red panties she's wearing this time.
"Gryffindor Red… I like it, Hermione. It suits you quite a bit."
Hermione smiles at that, not a beaming thing, but a tentative shy thing as she trembles under Ginny's experienced touch. The red head knows her so well…
"Thanks, G-Ginny. Ah…"
Ginny's fingers slip below the hem of Hermione's panties, and a moment later they're brushing against her slit. She's wet of course, dripping even. But then, she knew what she was getting into when she came here tonight. She knew what was coming. How could she not anticipate it? How could her arousal not be blindingly obvious from the very beginning?
"Good girl. Well, come along Hermione. Harry's waiting for us in his study."
Hermione's blush takes on a different shade at those words. The location, and the way Ginny led her through the house on her feet instead of on her hands and knees, told Hermione all she needed to know about her role tonight. It changes sometimes, of course. Harry and Ginny did so love to play games, and Hermione was caught up in all of it, unable to escape, unwilling to break free. She loved it too, deep down inside. She couldn't help herself.
Eventually, they arrive before the large oak double doors that lead to Harry's study. Ginny pushes them open and steps inside before pausing to let Hermione pass her by. Hermione does so, walking to the center of the room as she looks into bright green eyes. Harry sits behind his desk, resting comfortably in a high-back chair as he regards her in silence, his fingers steepled together before him.
Ginny closes the doors behind her, and Hermione can't quite contain her flinch. She's trapped now… trapped and helpless before all that Ginny and Harry want to do to her. After all, her wand had been in her coat. She'd given up that particular bit of security first, as she always did when they had these nights together.
"Madam Undersecretary."
Hermione blushes at being addressed by the title of her ministry job. Of course. This was the game they were playing, after all. Bowing her head respectfully, she keeps her eyes on the ground and her hands clasped before her.
"Minister… how may I serve?"
There's a pause, and then Harry lets out a soft chuckle.
"I like the Gryffindor Red. Why don't you come over here, Hermione?"
She does as she's told, and Ginny follows. Hermione ends up in Harry's lap as he pulls her onto him the moment she's in range, while Ginny ends up sitting on the edge of his desk, watching the two of them, touching herself quite provocatively as Harry in turn touches Hermione. His hands run over her lacy red underwear, and then under her garments as well, as he touches her breasts and the place between her legs. Hermione's breath hitches, and she knows she's burning crimson from the way Harry's smiling at her.
They do so love to tease her, Harry and Ginny. The married couple absolutely adore her, they always have… but this is more than that. This is lust and desire and affection and m-maybe even love. Hermione knows she's a no-good, naughty witch for betraying her husband's trust. Ron thinks she's away on Ministry business for the weekend, while Harry and Ginny have passed off the kids to Ginny's parents just so that they have the house to themselves. Just so that they have HER to themselves.
She didn't mean for things to turn out like this. She didn't mean to find herself ensnared into some sort of three-way relationship with Harry and Ginny. But that's what happened, and she can't seem to help herself around them.
"Hermione… Ginny's looking like she's ready for you. Why don't you go over and put that tongue of yours to work, hm?"
Hermione blinks, torn from her thoughts. She stares at Ginny for a second, the confident athletic red head smiling at her as she parts her pussy lips, her leggings pulled down just enough to reveal Ginny's cunt… and the lightning bolt landing strip of hair right above her clit. Blushing at the reminder of her OWN lightning bolt landing strip, Hermione slowly gets up off of Harry's lap.
She pauses when he grabs her hips before she can descend to her knees, but now that she's within reach, Ginny is more than capable of reaching out and taking a handful of her hair, pulling her downwards. Hermione ends up at a perfect, ninety-degree angle as Harry's fingers dig into her shapely behind, slipping under her lacy red panties while her mouth latches onto Ginny's wet mound, her tongue beginning to slide up and down Ginny's cute slit.
"Mm, there it is Hermione. That's a good girl."
Hermione's eyes flash up to Ginny's face, and the red head is grinning down at her, even as she grinds her cunt into the brunette bookworm's mouth and questing tongue. At the same time, an impatient Harry slowly strips Hermione's panties off of her hips and ass and down to her knees. Then, he dives in himself, squeezing her ass cheeks as he buries his tongue in HER cunt.
It's highly erotic, there's no doubt about that. Incredibly sexy too, the way Harry just begins to eat her out right then and there, no muss, no fuss. He sees what he wants, and he takes it… kind of like he did with the Minister of Magic position. Harry was never one to sit idly by and do nothing. He'd always been a hero, and finishing off Voldemort, graduating from Hogwarts… that didn't mean he faded into the background to have a quiet life.
The moment that the first stirrings of pureblood extremism began to creep up again, the moment that it looked like the Ministry might go back to the old ways and end up leading to the rise of another Dark Lord that might endanger their children… Harry had acted. He'd won in a landslide of course, despite attempts by his opponents to discredit and defame him and his accomplishments. It might have worked when he was just a child in over his head. It might have worked when he was just the Boy-Who-Lived. But these days they liked to call him the Man-Who-Won. And Harry sure did win a lot.
Ah, but she was trying to distract herself. It was working, somewhat… but not anymore, as Harry's fingers find her clit and his tongue dives deep into her cunt in just the right way. The pleasure she's been trying to hold back by thinking of other things such as Harry's position as Minister overwhelmed her in that moment, and she cried out into Ginny's sopping wet cunt, even as she squirted all over Harry's face as a result.
Ginny hisses, and he grip on Hermione's head and hair tightens, even as the red head follows suit moments later. But where Hermione remains between Ginny's powerful thighs, the Holyhead Captain holding her down for more, Harry pulls away from Hermione's tight little cunt now that he's prepared it. The next thing the brunette bookworm knows, she's dealing with a thick, familiar cockhead down at her lower lips.
He pauses for a moment, letting the anticipation build. His hesitation isn't out of any concern that what they're doing is wrong or anything like that. No, they've gone way too far to turn back now. His hesitation, his pause is PURELY for her benefit, to mess with her, to tease her… to build suspense. Hermione is almost hyperventilating against Ginny's cunt lips by the time he finally thrusts forward, filling her in one fell swoop.
A cry leaves Hermione's mouth as her body finally gets what it's been craving so badly. Harry has a much larger dick than Ron, as sad as it is to say. Hermione really doesn't like talking ill of her husband, because despite his faults and despite the fact that she's cheating on him with Harry and Ginny, she does still love him… after a fashion. But at the end of the day, Ron Weasley can't satisfy her. He never could. Harry on the other hand, with Ginny offering a helping hand…
"Shit, Hermione. You're so damn tight! Fuck yessss~"
"That's right Harry. Plow this slutty little witch senseless. Fuck her silly. Make her your bitch. We've got her for the entire weekend my love. What do you think? Time to break out the collar and the doggy bowl yet?"
Harry chuckles at that, even as Hermione blushes deeply in response to Ginny's lewd idea. It was no idle threat either… there was a collar with her name on it in one of the drawers of Harry's desk, and a doggy bowl with her name on it hidden in Ginny's closet. There were a lot of things for her in this home, though of course they were tucked away because their discovery would in turn expose her.
"Hm… not the bowl. But maybe the collar. I've got another idea for how our pet witch here can spend her Saturday. And I'm sure she'll love it, won't you Hermione."
"Mmhmm~"
Hermione can't exactly talk, what with Ginny still grinding her face down into the red head's cunt lips, but she can certainly respond. Her agreement is met with a moan from Ginny, and another chuckle from Harry as he speeds things up again, pistoning in and out of Hermione's hot, wet cunt with greater and greater force.
"S-Shit Harry, you're going so fast and it's making her tongue go so fucking deep."
"I'm getting close, Ginny. Kiss me, my love. Fucking kiss me."
They lean over her body, the only thing that's separating them from one another. But she doesn't separate them for long, as one of Ginny's hands goes up to grab at Harry's dark locks, and he in turn does the same with one of his. They kiss passionately, making out over the top of her bent over body, even as Harry fucks her all the harder. It's then that he cums, and Ginny cums as well, and Hermione… well, of course she orgasms along with them, but it's more about the pussy juices flooding her mouth and the cum exploding into her womb then anything else as she cries out in an ugly fashion.
Harry and Ginny truly do bring out the worst in her. Or is it the best? Hermione can't exactly tell the difference anymore, as she ends up discarded, slumped over Harry's desk while Ginny hops down and kneels before her husband, slurping and sucking his cock clean with a technique that has him groaning her name.
"Ginny…"
She gets him hard again, and then she stops, smirking impishly as she stands up and cocks a hip out, placing a hand upon it and looking to Hermione.
"So then. What did you have in mind, husband dear?"
Harry also regards Hermione for a moment, and even half passed out, she can feel their gaze on her.
"… Ginny, go get the maid outfit out of the closet, alright? I'm thinking the place needs another… sprucing up."
Ginny's lips curl into a wide, wicked grin that matches the one found on Harry's face. Even Hermione perks up a bit at the idea, and her arousal only grows as she watches Ginny leave the study from where she's bent over the desk. When Harry's hand comes down on her ass, she lets out a yelp and jumps in place, before moaning as he begins to knead her soft backside.
"You like that idea quite a bit, don't you Madame Undersecretary? Like being our live-in maid for the day?"
Hermione, blushing deeply, can only nod and moan even more under Harry's ministrations. Like she said before, Harry and Ginny loved to play games. And Hermione couldn't help but be sucked into them.
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