3. Roles
Finally the day had arrived. Ron was about to pick him up with his Ford Anglia. He gathered all his things and said goodbye to the Dursleys as quickly as he could. They didn't seem enthusiastic about the farewell, but they would surely enjoy not having to see their nephew for a long time.
Harry got in the old car of the Weasleys and shortly after they were flying, this time with a more reliable invisibility system.
- This year is going to be incredible! I'm sure we'll win the Quidditch tournament! I've been training with Fred and George all summer - Ron said excitedly.
- With you as my guardian, I'm sure everything will be easier - Harry said smiling.
At that moment it was pure happiness. He enjoyed every second chatting with his friend about trivial things. The kind of things two friends love to share, and more after so much time apart.
- ... until they broke out in boils on their buttocks, mate, you should have seen it - Ron seemed even happier to be with him.
- I believe you! - Harry replied laughing -. Hey, Ron. How are things at home?
It seems everything is fine. Percy has returned home, and Ginny will arrive in a few days from her trip, she says she's very happy. Fleur and Bill are spending this month with us. Ah! Hermione has also arrived, finally. She seemed worried about something and told me I had to talk to you. Has anything happened between the two of you?
- No, nothing that I know of, but we haven't sent many letters this summer, maybe it's that - Harry lied worried -. Is everything still all right among you?
- Yes, things are going great. And after a couple of months without seeing each other, it's quite... fiery, I don't know if you understand - he said raising an eyebrow.
Harry elbowed him and they both burst out laughing just as the car descended. Harry got excited every year when he saw The Burrow, surprised that it was still... on foot. When he entered, he was almost suffocating from the hugs of the entire Weasley family, especially Molly, who offered him more than 10 different types of food before he could say Hello. Bill and Fleur were more patient and greeted him when he was free with cordiality. The last time he had seen Fleur was at the Triwizard Tournament, and he didn't remember her being so attractive. Having her in front of him again, he couldn't help but notice her beauty. As tall as he was, she stood before him, a really beautiful woman with a body like a model's. He avoided looking at her breasts, which protruded from her body with an unreal firmness, but when she turned around, he couldn't help but look at the tight shorts that hugged her magnificent backside. Harry sat down to avoid any mishaps and it was then that he felt hands on his eyes. - Doesn't anyone else need to be greeted? - Hermione! -Harry shouted, turning around to hug her-. I've missed you so much. He did it without thinking, and when he realized the effects of the half-drunk state on his groin, it was too late. He had stuck himself to Hermione so hard that she backed away surprised. However, after taking a look at the bundle that stood between them, his friend acted as if nothing had happened and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Of course, if he wanted things to go back to normal between them, Harry wasn't helping. Harry spent the afternoon unpacking the things he had brought in his trunk, and taking a walk with his friends through the gardens of Shell Cottage, breathing fresh air after so long. He felt alive again. This was his world. In the days that followed, he barely had time to be alone because the Weasleys had prepared many activities for that week. One day they were in a pub with a delicious imported mead, another expelling the gnomes from the garden and if not, playing with the twins at Quidditch in a nearby field. Bill had gathered them at night to tell terrifying stories of Egypt and hilarious anecdotes about Hogwarts professors. He had barely spoken to Hermione, and certainly not alone.
The only moment he felt lonely were nights. Accustomed to spending hours chatting with Ron until dawn, it was strange that his friend would leave as soon as possible to be with his girlfriend. He understood, but couldn't help feeling envy every time he left, along with a certain sadness and nostalgia for the times when they didn't worry about those pleasures. However, something exploded in his brain that night and decided it would be different.
When Ron said goodbye to him at midnight, Harry ran to his trunk to grab the invisibility cloak, and taking advantage of it, he snuck into Hermione's room while his friend was getting ready in the bathroom. He approached a corner and saw his best friend sitting at her desk with her Hogwarts uniform on. The room light was dim, with only a small desk lamp as the sole source. Harry didn't understand anything; were they studying together at night? He soon resolved his doubt when Ron entered the room wearing a tunic. He closed the door and cast a silencing spell on the room.
- I hope you've studied more these days, Miss Granger - said Ron with a voice that failed in its attempt to be seductive.
- Of course, professor. I've dedicated a lot of time, and as you know, I'm not afraid of hard work - replied Hermione while batting her eyes at her boyfriend.
Harry had to hold back from laughing. It was all seeming so ridiculous yet endearing. Ron approached his student and asked:
- What is the most useful spell against a dementor's attack?
Hermione pretended to think for a time and responded.
- Expecto patronum, professor?
Very well. Next question. What potion is it possible to have an ideal day with?
Felix felicis – Hermione replied quickly. Although it could also be one of the aphrodisiac potions, sir - she added innocently.
Really well, Miss Granger, but I have a doubt. How did you know that there were aphrodisiac potions?
Harry couldn't believe how seriously they were taking this.
- I read it in a book, sir.
None of those I provided gave that information. Do you have something to tell me, sir? - Ron said, supporting Hermione's shoulder.
- It was from the forbidden section, professor - she replied, feigning remorse.
- Don't you understand what the name of that section means, Miss Granger? It's prohibited for a reason, and as far as I know, you didn't have permission to access. You know what that means.
I do. Sorry, professor - Hermione said, standing up.
Harry saw his best friend lean on the table, so now he could only see her legs, covered by the school uniform.
- You know I'm only doing this for you - Ron said seriously, sitting beside her.
Ron grabbed Hermione's skirt and lifted it to show off her long legs and rounded buttocks. The only thing covering them was a white thong with a bow.
Harry was so focused on the scene that he almost startled when the first slap came. As Hermione responded with a slight moan, Harry felt forced to release the tension in his pants. He began to masturbate as Ron spanked his best friend's buttocks. With each slap, followed by a louder moan, and with each moan, a reprimand from Ron to his student.
- This for not obeying your professor.
Mm.
- This for being a... Liar.
Oh, I'm sorry.
This is luxurious.
Damn it.
Bad language.
Ahh!
Harry had passed from wanting to laugh to the most absolute excitement. He had never imagined spying on his best friends getting intimate, but that wasn't worth anything. When the punishment ended, Ron lowered Hermione's skirt and told her to sit back down.
Well, miss. I hope you've learned your lesson and we can continue.
Yes, professor.
What is the most important thing when determining a wand's power?
Its-su size, sir? -said the student with a voice interrupted by stutters.
Of course not, where did you get that idea?
I thought a wand would be more powerful at a larger size because... -Hermione hesitated while grabbing Ron's tunic-. You're a very strong wizard and I can't help but notice how big your wand is -she finished, looking at Ron's eyes and seeming to reach for his pants.
Ron pretended to be surprised by Hermione's attitude. The sound of a zipper going down and Ron's sigh was heard. Harry couldn't see what Hermione was doing from that position, since Ron's tunic covered her arm, but he could infer it from his friend's movements and expression. If he still had any doubts, they would have been cleared when Hermione moved towards Ron's crotch with her mouth open and began to move her head slowly back and forth, while the redheaded one grabbed what he could of her long, chestnut hair.
If she keeps this up, you can become a great witch, Miss Granger, but you should know that what you have in your hands is not a wand.
The sound of Ron's ejaculation was heard, and after a small sip, Hermione responded.
Oh dear, I'm so sorry, professor Weasley -she said looking at him with very open eyes and exaggerated innocent voice-. Should I... stop sucking it then?
Toda la respuesta de Ron fue agarrarle suavemente la cabeza con una sonrisa y volver a dirigirla hacia el interior de la túnica. Hermione no se resistió, and retomó the rhythm under the belly of her professor.
The minutes that followed were driving Harry crazy. He was seeing his best friend practicing oral sex on his best friend. He could hear both of them moaning and the sounds of the red-haired one's cock going in and out of Hermione's mouth. It surprised him that his friend was doing so well in this situation, and he couldn't help but wonder who she had practiced with.
After a while, the couple decided they needed something stronger. Hermione got up and let Ron take off her underwear. While they were kissing, Hermione led Ron to the bed. She took off his tunic and pushed him onto the mattress, putting him on his back against the pillow. Harry barely saw Ron's parts because Hermione jumped onto the bed immediately, wearing her Hogwarts uniform. She lifted her skirt just long enough to grab Ron's penis and direct it into her.
A second later, Harry enjoyed the sight of Hermione riding her companion like he had never imagined. His friend was not showing any timidity at that moment. She was mounting her stallion with tremendous fury, with soft hip movements followed by long gallops and moaning so loudly that Harry feared even the insonorizing spell couldn't contain the sound.
- These are my favorite lessons, professor! Ah! Aahh!
-Jo-der... la-suerte que he tenido... con usted, señorita Granger -Ron tried to say, barely out of breath-. How you suck, how you... and what a pair...
Hermione made him shut up with a tongue kiss, devouring Ron's mouth. When she decided it was enough and got up, she stopped moving.
- If you want to see my... Breasts are going to have to give me a good grade, professor - she said while caressing them over her clothes and giving a quick ride -. If -ride- goes -ride- well... -ride-. I can be very slut -ended, putting everything Ron could into it-. Oh, ohh! Ooohhhh!
Hermione's moaning was too much for Harry to bear, so he joined her, accidentally letting out a small damn that Ron didn't seem to hear, unlike his friend. When he realized what was happening, Hermione was looking straight at him, while Ron continued to enter her. Her face of shock quickly turned into an expression of lust. She pulled Ron's member out of her, despite his protests, and headed towards the closest bed to Harry.
- I'd like you to teach me more, professor. Now it's your turn to show me what a man with a great wand is capable of - she said, getting down on her knees and resting her hands on the bed.
Ron's expression when he saw Hermione presenting herself in that way was priceless. Harry could see his happiness as he lifted her skirt and grabbed her hips. He pulled her towards him and didn't hesitate for a moment to put her into that hole that must have been soaked by now. Harry, for his part, could remember past moments while observing the two mountains Hermione had on her chest. The size that could be intuited despite being covered by a bra, shirt, and sweater was enormous. Just seeing how well her clothes were holding up against Ron's thrusts would have been enough to make him get an erection again, but when he stopped paying attention only to the scarce movements of her breasts and focused on Hermione's face, he got even more excited than before.
She was flushed from effort, moaning and enjoying it every time Ron pushed himself all the way in, but she didn't stop looking towards where Harry was. hidden. Besides, he wasn't just looking at that corner, but seemed to be staring directly at his eyes with a serious expression that looked like a challenge or maybe a mockery of Harry for not being the one penetrating her at that moment, while his best friend was masturbating pathetically as his best friend was screwing one of Hogwarts' most prized cocks.
During the 15 minutes that followed, Hermione only stopped looking at Harry's eyes to close her own each time she came. She seemed to be enjoying the idea of humiliating her best friend, who saw Hermione moaning louder and grabbing one of her enormous breasts with one hand, while Ron was enjoying the other through his clothes. There came a point where everything seemed about to explode, and Hermione forgot her role as a student to scream, with Ron giving her harder every time from behind and keeping his eyes fixed on Harry:
What did you want?! Ohh! Is this what you've been waiting for so long?! Mmm! You got it! Ah! Ah! Aaaaah! -Hermione couldn't take it anymore, noticing the veins of her boyfriend's cock swelling- COME ON, YOU BASTARD!!! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!
Ron and Harry took the order as their own and each unloaded everything they had with a power never seen before. Hermione's screams were about to leave them deaf. She'd had an orgasm she would remember for the rest of her life. She leaned forward with a satisfied face, gave one last glance at where Harry was hiding under his cape, turned around to kiss her lover.
After a few minutes of kissing and caressing, the couple finally parted ways, and Hermione left the door open long enough for Harry to get out. On her way back to her room, she kept replaying Hermione's attitude in her head, trying to understand what could have gone wrong with her cape. Maybe it was just her imagination. Something understandable given the shock of what she had just seen.
Harry got into bed before Ron He got out of the bathroom and pretended that the red-haired one had woken him up.
- Uncle, what time is it? I was having a very pleasant dream.
- Sorry, Harry. Hermione kept me very busy... studying.
- Studying? More like giving you kisses - said Harry with a mocking tone.
- Something like that, it's possible - replied Ron while getting into bed, with a mysterious smile, unaware of what Harry knew.
Finally the day had arrived. Ron was about to pick him up with his Ford Anglia. He gathered all his things and said goodbye to the Dursleys as quickly as he could. They didn't seem enthusiastic about the farewell, but they would surely enjoy not having to see their nephew for a long time.
Harry got in the old car of the Weasleys and shortly after they were flying, this time with a more reliable invisibility system.
- This year is going to be incredible! I'm sure we'll win the Quidditch tournament! I've been training with Fred and George all summer - Ron said excitedly.
- With you as my guardian, I'm sure everything will be easier - Harry said smiling.
At that moment it was pure happiness. He enjoyed every second chatting with his friend about trivial things. The kind of things two friends love to share, and more after so much time apart.
- ... until they broke out in boils on their buttocks, mate, you should have seen it - Ron seemed even happier to be with him.
- I believe you! - Harry replied laughing -. Hey, Ron. How are things at home?
It seems everything is fine. Percy has returned home, and Ginny will arrive in a few days from her trip, she says she's very happy. Fleur and Bill are spending this month with us. Ah! Hermione has also arrived, finally. She seemed worried about something and told me I had to talk to you. Has anything happened between the two of you?
- No, nothing that I know of, but we haven't sent many letters this summer, maybe it's that - Harry lied worried -. Is everything still all right among you?
- Yes, things are going great. And after a couple of months without seeing each other, it's quite... fiery, I don't know if you understand - he said raising an eyebrow.
Harry elbowed him and they both burst out laughing just as the car descended. Harry got excited every year when he saw The Burrow, surprised that it was still... on foot. When he entered, he was almost suffocating from the hugs of the entire Weasley family, especially Molly, who offered him more than 10 different types of food before he could say Hello. Bill and Fleur were more patient and greeted him when he was free with cordiality. The last time he had seen Fleur was at the Triwizard Tournament, and he didn't remember her being so attractive. Having her in front of him again, he couldn't help but notice her beauty. As tall as he was, she stood before him, a really beautiful woman with a body like a model's. He avoided looking at her breasts, which protruded from her body with an unreal firmness, but when she turned around, he couldn't help but look at the tight shorts that hugged her magnificent backside. Harry sat down to avoid any mishaps and it was then that he felt hands on his eyes. - Doesn't anyone else need to be greeted? - Hermione! -Harry shouted, turning around to hug her-. I've missed you so much. He did it without thinking, and when he realized the effects of the half-drunk state on his groin, it was too late. He had stuck himself to Hermione so hard that she backed away surprised. However, after taking a look at the bundle that stood between them, his friend acted as if nothing had happened and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Of course, if he wanted things to go back to normal between them, Harry wasn't helping. Harry spent the afternoon unpacking the things he had brought in his trunk, and taking a walk with his friends through the gardens of Shell Cottage, breathing fresh air after so long. He felt alive again. This was his world. In the days that followed, he barely had time to be alone because the Weasleys had prepared many activities for that week. One day they were in a pub with a delicious imported mead, another expelling the gnomes from the garden and if not, playing with the twins at Quidditch in a nearby field. Bill had gathered them at night to tell terrifying stories of Egypt and hilarious anecdotes about Hogwarts professors. He had barely spoken to Hermione, and certainly not alone.
The only moment he felt lonely were nights. Accustomed to spending hours chatting with Ron until dawn, it was strange that his friend would leave as soon as possible to be with his girlfriend. He understood, but couldn't help feeling envy every time he left, along with a certain sadness and nostalgia for the times when they didn't worry about those pleasures. However, something exploded in his brain that night and decided it would be different.
When Ron said goodbye to him at midnight, Harry ran to his trunk to grab the invisibility cloak, and taking advantage of it, he snuck into Hermione's room while his friend was getting ready in the bathroom. He approached a corner and saw his best friend sitting at her desk with her Hogwarts uniform on. The room light was dim, with only a small desk lamp as the sole source. Harry didn't understand anything; were they studying together at night? He soon resolved his doubt when Ron entered the room wearing a tunic. He closed the door and cast a silencing spell on the room.
- I hope you've studied more these days, Miss Granger - said Ron with a voice that failed in its attempt to be seductive.
- Of course, professor. I've dedicated a lot of time, and as you know, I'm not afraid of hard work - replied Hermione while batting her eyes at her boyfriend.
Harry had to hold back from laughing. It was all seeming so ridiculous yet endearing. Ron approached his student and asked:
- What is the most useful spell against a dementor's attack?
Hermione pretended to think for a time and responded.
- Expecto patronum, professor?
Very well. Next question. What potion is it possible to have an ideal day with?
Felix felicis – Hermione replied quickly. Although it could also be one of the aphrodisiac potions, sir - she added innocently.
Really well, Miss Granger, but I have a doubt. How did you know that there were aphrodisiac potions?
Harry couldn't believe how seriously they were taking this.
- I read it in a book, sir.
None of those I provided gave that information. Do you have something to tell me, sir? - Ron said, supporting Hermione's shoulder.
- It was from the forbidden section, professor - she replied, feigning remorse.
- Don't you understand what the name of that section means, Miss Granger? It's prohibited for a reason, and as far as I know, you didn't have permission to access. You know what that means.
I do. Sorry, professor - Hermione said, standing up.
Harry saw his best friend lean on the table, so now he could only see her legs, covered by the school uniform.
- You know I'm only doing this for you - Ron said seriously, sitting beside her.
Ron grabbed Hermione's skirt and lifted it to show off her long legs and rounded buttocks. The only thing covering them was a white thong with a bow.
Harry was so focused on the scene that he almost startled when the first slap came. As Hermione responded with a slight moan, Harry felt forced to release the tension in his pants. He began to masturbate as Ron spanked his best friend's buttocks. With each slap, followed by a louder moan, and with each moan, a reprimand from Ron to his student.
- This for not obeying your professor.
Mm.
- This for being a... Liar.
Oh, I'm sorry.
This is luxurious.
Damn it.
Bad language.
Ahh!
Harry had passed from wanting to laugh to the most absolute excitement. He had never imagined spying on his best friends getting intimate, but that wasn't worth anything. When the punishment ended, Ron lowered Hermione's skirt and told her to sit back down.
Well, miss. I hope you've learned your lesson and we can continue.
Yes, professor.
What is the most important thing when determining a wand's power?
Its-su size, sir? -said the student with a voice interrupted by stutters.
Of course not, where did you get that idea?
I thought a wand would be more powerful at a larger size because... -Hermione hesitated while grabbing Ron's tunic-. You're a very strong wizard and I can't help but notice how big your wand is -she finished, looking at Ron's eyes and seeming to reach for his pants.
Ron pretended to be surprised by Hermione's attitude. The sound of a zipper going down and Ron's sigh was heard. Harry couldn't see what Hermione was doing from that position, since Ron's tunic covered her arm, but he could infer it from his friend's movements and expression. If he still had any doubts, they would have been cleared when Hermione moved towards Ron's crotch with her mouth open and began to move her head slowly back and forth, while the redheaded one grabbed what he could of her long, chestnut hair.
If she keeps this up, you can become a great witch, Miss Granger, but you should know that what you have in your hands is not a wand.
The sound of Ron's ejaculation was heard, and after a small sip, Hermione responded.
Oh dear, I'm so sorry, professor Weasley -she said looking at him with very open eyes and exaggerated innocent voice-. Should I... stop sucking it then?
Toda la respuesta de Ron fue agarrarle suavemente la cabeza con una sonrisa y volver a dirigirla hacia el interior de la túnica. Hermione no se resistió, and retomó the rhythm under the belly of her professor.
The minutes that followed were driving Harry crazy. He was seeing his best friend practicing oral sex on his best friend. He could hear both of them moaning and the sounds of the red-haired one's cock going in and out of Hermione's mouth. It surprised him that his friend was doing so well in this situation, and he couldn't help but wonder who she had practiced with.
After a while, the couple decided they needed something stronger. Hermione got up and let Ron take off her underwear. While they were kissing, Hermione led Ron to the bed. She took off his tunic and pushed him onto the mattress, putting him on his back against the pillow. Harry barely saw Ron's parts because Hermione jumped onto the bed immediately, wearing her Hogwarts uniform. She lifted her skirt just long enough to grab Ron's penis and direct it into her.
A second later, Harry enjoyed the sight of Hermione riding her companion like he had never imagined. His friend was not showing any timidity at that moment. She was mounting her stallion with tremendous fury, with soft hip movements followed by long gallops and moaning so loudly that Harry feared even the insonorizing spell couldn't contain the sound.
- These are my favorite lessons, professor! Ah! Aahh!
-Jo-der... la-suerte que he tenido... con usted, señorita Granger -Ron tried to say, barely out of breath-. How you suck, how you... and what a pair...
Hermione made him shut up with a tongue kiss, devouring Ron's mouth. When she decided it was enough and got up, she stopped moving.
- If you want to see my... Breasts are going to have to give me a good grade, professor - she said while caressing them over her clothes and giving a quick ride -. If -ride- goes -ride- well... -ride-. I can be very slut -ended, putting everything Ron could into it-. Oh, ohh! Ooohhhh!
Hermione's moaning was too much for Harry to bear, so he joined her, accidentally letting out a small damn that Ron didn't seem to hear, unlike his friend. When he realized what was happening, Hermione was looking straight at him, while Ron continued to enter her. Her face of shock quickly turned into an expression of lust. She pulled Ron's member out of her, despite his protests, and headed towards the closest bed to Harry.
- I'd like you to teach me more, professor. Now it's your turn to show me what a man with a great wand is capable of - she said, getting down on her knees and resting her hands on the bed.
Ron's expression when he saw Hermione presenting herself in that way was priceless. Harry could see his happiness as he lifted her skirt and grabbed her hips. He pulled her towards him and didn't hesitate for a moment to put her into that hole that must have been soaked by now. Harry, for his part, could remember past moments while observing the two mountains Hermione had on her chest. The size that could be intuited despite being covered by a bra, shirt, and sweater was enormous. Just seeing how well her clothes were holding up against Ron's thrusts would have been enough to make him get an erection again, but when he stopped paying attention only to the scarce movements of her breasts and focused on Hermione's face, he got even more excited than before.
She was flushed from effort, moaning and enjoying it every time Ron pushed himself all the way in, but she didn't stop looking towards where Harry was. hidden. Besides, he wasn't just looking at that corner, but seemed to be staring directly at his eyes with a serious expression that looked like a challenge or maybe a mockery of Harry for not being the one penetrating her at that moment, while his best friend was masturbating pathetically as his best friend was screwing one of Hogwarts' most prized cocks.
During the 15 minutes that followed, Hermione only stopped looking at Harry's eyes to close her own each time she came. She seemed to be enjoying the idea of humiliating her best friend, who saw Hermione moaning louder and grabbing one of her enormous breasts with one hand, while Ron was enjoying the other through his clothes. There came a point where everything seemed about to explode, and Hermione forgot her role as a student to scream, with Ron giving her harder every time from behind and keeping his eyes fixed on Harry:
What did you want?! Ohh! Is this what you've been waiting for so long?! Mmm! You got it! Ah! Ah! Aaaaah! -Hermione couldn't take it anymore, noticing the veins of her boyfriend's cock swelling- COME ON, YOU BASTARD!!! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!
Ron and Harry took the order as their own and each unloaded everything they had with a power never seen before. Hermione's screams were about to leave them deaf. She'd had an orgasm she would remember for the rest of her life. She leaned forward with a satisfied face, gave one last glance at where Harry was hiding under his cape, turned around to kiss her lover.
After a few minutes of kissing and caressing, the couple finally parted ways, and Hermione left the door open long enough for Harry to get out. On her way back to her room, she kept replaying Hermione's attitude in her head, trying to understand what could have gone wrong with her cape. Maybe it was just her imagination. Something understandable given the shock of what she had just seen.
Harry got into bed before Ron He got out of the bathroom and pretended that the red-haired one had woken him up.
- Uncle, what time is it? I was having a very pleasant dream.
- Sorry, Harry. Hermione kept me very busy... studying.
- Studying? More like giving you kisses - said Harry with a mocking tone.
- Something like that, it's possible - replied Ron while getting into bed, with a mysterious smile, unaware of what Harry knew.
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