Harry Potter and the Secret Nurse

Chapter Eleven
The Secret Nurse

Delicately Hermione pulled the dildo out of Harry as he seemed to stop enjoying myself. He was biting his lip and had a strange look of strain upon his face. Worried that she went too far and hurt Harry, Hermione untied his hands and saw Harry tap his wrist to change back to his regular clothes.

“Get my pants off!”

“Harry, I think you’ve had enough..”

“It’s not that! Just get them off!” Harry screamed.

Since Hermione was still completely feral taking off his pants was no trouble. Grumbling was heard coming from Harry’s abdomen. He pushed Hermione’s hands away not to bother with his bulky plaid button shirt.

“Hermione.... get me to the toilet..,” Harry could barely beg, “NOW!”

With the ease of being under the mass reduction charm, Hermione hauled Harry away to the toilet, which was in the same room as the charmed bath. Right after she sat him down she pulled his underwear away. The toilet was in a small white marble alcove and Hermione turned her head away to give Harry privacy. A torrential violent expulsion came from him and painted the toilet like a high-pressure spray gun with a broken nozzle. Harry screamed over and over again until he was left quivering on the marble floor in a broken heap, covered in his own shit. Hermione found that the shower nozzle would extend like a hose and she hosed Harry off as he lay upon the floor.

“How the hell did this happen?” asked Harry.

Hermione kept hosing Harry off, and the toilet, and some of the walls as the splattered shit washed down the drain.

“You didn’t read page 773, I take it?” asked Hermione, “It’s a good thing this whole room is marble and tile. Having Delectatio up your ass long enough causes all of your intestines to completrelarelax and churns up everything inside.”

“I swear to God I feel twenty pounds lighter,” said Harry.

He rolled over onto his back and unbuttoned his shirt. It was getting soaking wet and the back side was covered in backsplash from his dreaded shunt. Hermione picked it up from Harry with her thumb and forefinger.

“I’ll drop this in the wash,” said Hermione.

“Throw it out,” said Harry, “It’s a hand me down from Dudley. I’m sick of wearing his old clothes. (Hapoinpointed to his bracelet.) Do you realize that cat costume was the very first full set of clothes I ever bought for myself? Jesus Christ, I have a job now. I’m going out tomorrow and I’m buying my own damn clothes.”

“That’s a damn good idea, Harry,” said Hermione, trying to be supportive.

Harry took the hose from Hermione to wash himself off.

“Hey, you’re still furry,” said Harry as he pointed to Hermione’s tail.

Hermione closed her eyes and looked up, then, with just a little wiggle of her head (a gesture that imitated one of Tonks’ transformations) Hermione transformed back to her original self as quickly as one of Professor McGonagall’s transformations.

“I can transform back and forth at will, now,” said Hermione and she changed back to furry again, “I was always afraid to go totally feral. I thought I wouldn’t be able to transform back again. It seems I can go back and forth all I want, I don’t even have to get roused to do it.”

“You’ll have to get registered as an animagi,” said Harry.

“Not animagi, Harry, anthromagi,” said Hermione as she looked at her claws, “I’m still mostly human. You know, this can come in pretty damn handy. I wouldn’t have minded using this body when we were up against those Death Eaters.”

Hermione found a brass rail on the other side of the bath and pulled it free from the wall. Then, with a little effort, she bent it.

“Strewth, Hermione!” Harry exclaimed, “Draco better watch his mouth around you this year.”

“Too bloody right he better, him and his whole damn gang,” said Hermione, “I wouldn’t mind having a go at him, Crabbe, and Goyle.”

She picked up Harry's soaked old shirt, which was made of very thick cotton and reduced it to shreds with just a few swipes from her claws.

“I don’t really want to be talking about this, but, if we ever get into a tight spot with Malfoy or Macnair-“

“Or Bellatrix-“ interrupted Harry.

“Or Bellatrix, I swear I’ll skipping rope with their intestines before they can get off so much as a Flippendo,” said Hermione, “But, we keep it quiet, Harry. No one knows, not the Ministry, not the Order, not members of the DA, not even Ron. Just let everyone think I’m a helpless little girl, then when the right person’s guard is down-“

Hermione drew her index claw across her throat.

“Off with their heads,” said Harry.

Harry believed in what Hermione was saying, but he couldn't believe she was saying it. When he was making his own mad plans for murder earlier that summer, Harry was so quick to dismiss Hermione from them, now here she was making her own subversive plans right in front of him. Hermione picked Harry up and carried him into the tub to wash him off a little more.

“Hermione, you’ll get your fur wet,” said Harry as she climbed in with him, “You’ll spend the whole night trying to dry yelf elf off and smell like a wet dog!”

Hermione changed back into her normal self in the water and said it was time to get scrubbing. Harry’s abdomen still twitched like it was threatening to explode more diarrhea, but all it came up with was a few bubbles that floated up to the surface.

Hermione winced, waved the air and said, “Good t the there’s nothing left in you to come out, aside from the gas I mean.”

“I thought you liked the Jacuzzi,” said Harry, and he leaned to one side and farted as hard as he could.

“HARRY! You want to sleep alone tonight?”

“What?”

BRAAAAAP!

“Harry!”

“What?”

BRAAAAAP!

“Oh God!”

“I can’t help it.”

BROOOOOPEPEP!

“Are you done, yet?”

“Just one more,” said Harry.

BRAWWWPLE!

“Hold on... here’s another!”

FOOOT!

“Aaaaaand-”

Burple!

“Ole! Right, that should do it,” said Harry.

“Are you sure?” asked Hermione as she began to laugh.

Bathroom humour let them carry on for the night, and back in bed Hermione held Harry in the nude. She looked Harry over and spotted the silver bracelet still on his right wrist. She tapped it three times and Harry turned back into his cat costume.

“Uhm, Hermione?” asked Harry.

“Yes?”

“I think we should just.. you know, CUDDLE, for the rest of the night?” said Harry.

“I know,” said Hermione, “And you’re my personal cuddly bedroom toy.”

She kissed him. Not a trace of make up smeared onto her lips, nor could she even taste it. It was obviously magical. The costume was frighteningly ingenious, for ages Hermione fantasized about having something just like this to snuggle up to in bed, and Harry gave it to her. He even chose her favourite colours.

The next morning, Harry lifted his hand up close to his face to see if he was still furry. He wasn’t. Trying not to wake Hermione he took off his bracelet and put it on the bedpost.

“I’m going to have to get more of those,” he said to himself.

Holding Hermione was one of the best feelings he could think of in his life. He just didn’t want to think of spending a night without her while sleeping in the boy’s dormitory in Gryffindor Tower. Despite the factt het he had never been held in his life, there was something very strangely familiar about being held from behind while Harry slept in the bed.
Before Harry woke again, Hermione snuck out of bed and got into a bathrobe and slippers. She went to the library to prepare a letter, then, wishing for a little luck she made her way with her post up to the owlry. The somewhat cryptic address was given to Hermione by Tonks, who mentioned it to her in case she wanted help. Just as Hermione hoped, there were several owls there visiting Hedwig and she saw Hedwig’s mate sitting in their nest. Not wanting to interrupt the little owl get together Hermione approached a visiting barn owl.

“Hi, I was wondering if you could take this?” asked Hermione.

Hermione guessed the Order must have kept several guest owls around from Hogwarts and other places to handle posts. She handed her letter to the large barn owl and then snuck back into bedroom. Without waking Harry, she tossed off her bathrobe and climbed back into bed with the young man she loved.
They slept in well past breakfast time, then after a quick bite Harry insisted they take a black cab to Camden market. All he wanted was muggle clothes, his own, perfectly teenager and ordinary muggle clothes. Dudley was just too massive for Harry to be wearing his hand-me-downs anymore, and those that he had were from years earlier when Dudley was closer to 200 rather than 300 pounds. Harry was not poor, and he figured it was about time Slytherin knew they were not the only ones who could afford the best.
Since Harry had a regular income now, he figured it was about time to express his wealth, and share it. Whenever Hermione eyed something she liked, Harry said buy it. Nice blouse? Buy it. Like those pants? Buy it. Need a new bra for those magically enhanced breasts? Buy two or three. Sugar daddy for a day, Harry called it. The thing that convinced Hermione it was okay was that Harry said they didn’t spend half of what Harry made in a week with his new partnership with the Weasley twins, and it was all on sale at “Back To School” specials.
Funny thing was Harry had grown so used to wearing bulky plaid clothes he didn’t like wearing tight t-shirts or anything with a narrow collar. It just bothered him. He still liked his clothes just a little bit on the side of loose and bulky, which had been a popular style for teenagers for some time. Hermione had a theory it was practical since they could grow into them for a while, or simply because so many teenagers (especially muggles) were so grotesquely overweight these days.

“We’re going to look good for the Weasleys tomorrow,” said Hermione as she held a black T-shirt over herself in front of the mirror.

The T-shirt had a magical-looking print of tiger stripes on the front of a green-eyed predator hiding in the dark.

“That’s cool, Hermione,” said Harry, “Let’s wrap it up and go.”

On the way through the market, Hermione noticed a shoe store and let her girl instincts, which rarely surfaced, take over.

“Ooh, Harry, look! Prada,” said Hermione.

“Prada?” asked Harry as he peered through the glass, “I’ve never heard of them, what does it mean?”

“It means...” Hermione paused as she also peered into the glass, “they cost... FOUR HUNDRED AND SIXTY POUNDS!?!”

Harry looked at Hermione with a raised eyebrow as Hermione tried to giggle a little at Harry, feeling embarrassed.

“I didn’t inherit the Crown Jewels, Hermione,” said Harry.

“Yeah, well, I ought to curse them for making such great shoes cost that much,” said Hermione, and she muttered a swear under her breath, “That’s almost twice what we spent the whole bloody day.”

“Tell you what,” said Harry, “If there’s a big ball or something this year at Hogwarts, we’ll go to Madame Malkins and get you fitted up proper, shoes and all.”

“Is she cheap?” asked Hermione.

“No, she’s expensive,” said Harry, “But I’d rather spend that much money on someone I like and know will do a proper job.”

Harry held up his bracelet.

“She made me this,” said Harry.

“She’s the one?” asked Hermione, “Wow, she’s a real magical craftsman. Harry, why did you put that bracelet back on?”

“I don’t know,” Harry said dismissively, “I just get a kick out of it, like it’s a secret identity or something.”

Hermione could identify with that. She owned a leopard skin catsuit she sometimes wore under her robes at Hogwarts that no one ever knew about. She was wearing them under her muggle clothes the day she punched Draco in the face for the first time. They made her feel dangerous as she came to accept her cat-identity. Now that she could turn feral at will, she figured she would be needing them less, or maybe more?
Right after they got home, Hermione found a post for her on the writing desk and she casually pocketed it. A hectic pace ran the rest of the day as Harry and Hermione prepared the house for the Weasley visit. Performing "Scourgify" spells on their bed sheets and mattresses, Hermione cursed herself for their procrastination in cleaning the guest rooms properly.

"Too much screwing indeed," said Hermione as she waved her wand, "Scourgify! Why do we leave this stuff until the last minute?"

s mos more fun this way," said Harry as he did his best of what he could accomplish with his wand from his chair, "Delouse!"

"Delouse?" asked Hermione.

"It gets inside the mattress," explained Harry, "Gets the mites out, and any magical bed bugs in there."

"I never knew that one, where'd you get it?" asked Hermione.

"Boy's dormitory, it gets terribly rank in there sometimes," said Harry, "It's handy if one of your roomies is a bed wetter."

"Right, I'm not going to ask," said Hermione, "Delouse... show me that wand movement."

Hermione mastered the spell new to her, as Harry became transfixed upon one of the beds. For a moment he was a little distracted when he heard a crashing sound from outside, then looked back at the bed.

"Delouse! Ah ha! That worked," said Hermione, who then noticed Harry, "What is it Harry?"

"Hmm? Oh, it's just that, this is where we did it," said Harry as he pointed to the bed, "This is where we killed him."

"Yes, that seems like a lifetime ago, doesn't it?" asked Hermione.

"How do you feel?" asked Harry.

"What? You mean my conscience?" asked Hermione, "Whole days have gone by I haven't even thought about it. Not him, anyway. Why? It's just a bed, Harry."

"Yeah, I know, it's just a bed," said Harry, "But, I mean, shouldn't it be marked or something? This is where the most powerful evil in the whole world wizard died. It seems like such a trivial place."

"You want to make a monument to Voldemort?" asked Hermione.

"Not him but, I mean, the accomplishment," said Harry, "He died here, Hermione. We killed him. He's gone, I can't even wrap my head around that."

Hermione walked up to Harry and bent down to hug him.

"I'm happier with forgetting him," said Hermione, "You want to know what I want as a tribute to Voldemort? That people keep calling him 'He Who Cannot Be Named' because they’ve been saying that for so long they can't even remember what the hell his real name was.”

Harry squeezed Hermione's hand, he couldn't help but feel there was an ominous presence from the bed, like it could be cursed or something. Personally, as a tribute to Voldemort, Harry would have liked to have taken that bed out to a dumpster and set the mattress ablaze with an Incendio spell. Hermione's philosophy was probably better, it was just a bed, let it go.
Harry peered out the window into the alley and into the dumpster where he would have been glad to have seen the bed tossed into. Strangely enough, he saw Crookshanks crawling around in it. Unbeknownst to Harry, Crookshanks had fallen into it after plunging from the roof from trying to make his way into the owlry.

"Hermione, your cat is in the rubbish," said Harry.

"Good, let's hope he runs into Scabbers in there and makes himself a quick meal of the bastard," said Hermione.

Shooing Harry away from the kitchen after supper, Hermione insisting on doing the dishes alone, like she needed to do some special preparing to make the kitchen fit for Mrs. Weasley.

"Go play with your Wizarding SIMS game you bought at the market today," said Hermione, "You'll just get in the way."

Hermione led led with the plates as she kept an eye on Harry's chair levitating up the stairs. She waited until he was well out of sight, then she surveyed the floor around the kitchen to make sure there were no members of the Order or Ministry around. She wished there was another floor she could have done this on, as just about anyone could walk in on her at any moment, but right then seemed as good a time as any.
The floo powder pot given as a gift to Harry was kept next to fireplace. Hermione removed a packet from her pocket and opened it, revealing some red powder inside, and poured it into her hand. Then she took some floo powder in her other hand and blended the two powders together.
Into the fireplace Hermione tossed the mix, and an unnatural looking red flame with green sparks erupted in the fireplace. It beckoned Hermione to stand closer and she approached it mindfully, looking deep into the flame as through she was expecting something to come from it, but all that came was a voice.

"State name and age," said the flame with a booming but feminine voice.

"Hermione Granger, 16."

"Too young, you are not of the age of consent, terminate communication."

"I requested special dispensation! You wouldn't have sent the reply powder by post if you weren't considering it. Please, I am... the lover of Harry Potter. He needs help. We need help."

A long uncomfortable pause came from the flame.

"Step forward," said the flame.

As Hermione stepped forward she was shocked to see what appeared to be a graceful woman's hand with deep red painted nails appear from the flame.

"Your hand, please."

Hermione put her right hand into the hand from the flame, and it examined her like a palm reading. As much as Hermione thought palm reading in fortune telling was complete toss, she knew that this reading had far more definite credence, and had a lot to do with her future on what it decided.

"Do you love Harry Potter?" asked the voice.

"Yes."

“Have you made love to Harry Potter?”

“Yes.”

“You intend to go on making love to him, whether we accept or reject your request?”

“Hell yes.”

"Do you think it's likely you will marry Harry Potter?" the voice asked almost teasingly.

That's none of your damn business, thought Hermione, but she answered yes, only on the grounds it was unlikely she saw herself falling in love with anyone else in the future. The voice paused again, considering its answer.

"Special dispensation granted. Your sponsor gave good reference."

"Sponsor?" Hermione puzzled to herself, "Right, Tonks. It must be. Way to go, Tonks."

Without letting go of Hermione, the hand the figure belonged to began to step out of the fire. A long gorgeous leg, wearing a red high heel shoe (that very well could have been Prada) stepped onto the floor, then, with a gentle pull the rest of the witch came through the flame. She was almost half a head taller than Hermione with her face covered in a dark red cloak. The cloak, however, did very little to cover the rest of the woman's features. She had an immensely ample bosom that reminded Hermione of some porn stars she had seen having sex on the internet. Most of it was practically right in Hermione's face exposed by a plunging neckline that went well past the woman's navel. Her long dress, if it was a dress, was almost pure white with just a tinge of pink.

"Hooo boy," Hermione breathed as she wondered what she was getting into, "Harry's gonna love this."

Just a few minutes later, as Hermione smuggled the witch upstairs without anyone noticing and she stood before her and in the bedroom to make some hasty explaining.

"Listen uhh," Hermione stalled as she tried to look for the words, or a way to bail out, "I've.. you know.. fantasized about making love to women for some time now, but I've never.. I... Harry is the first person I ever even kissed on the mouth."

The witch interrupted Hermione by gently taking Hermione's chin. She leaned forward a little as Hermione could make out her face was stunningly beautiful and framed by long and straight dark red hair. Like a precious act of love, she dreamily kissed Hermione on the lips, then pulled back.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked.

Hermione drifted on her feet for a little, smiling, then lazily said, "Yes."

"You'll be fine, bring him in."

With a bit of a goofy grin that Hermione had to be conscious of to erase, she opened the bedroom door and called Harry up the stairs. Promptly he came wheeling in complaining.

"I still can't find that bloody bike anywhere," said Harry as he noticed the witch, "Hello, who's this?"

Hermione cut Harry off saying, "Harry, it's impolite to ask their names. This particular coven works under anonymity. It's been that way for centuries with them. I invited her here."

"Invited her? Why? Who- what is she?" asked Harry as he tried not to stare at the woman's breasts.

"She's a nurse, Harry," said Hermione.

"What kind?" Harry asked with a slightly jaunty voice as he surveyed the voluptuous witch's outfit.

The witch raised her hand to interrupt Hermione’s explaining, then she sauntered up to Harry, and gracefully kneeled in front of him. Leaning in close enough for her bosom to sit in Harry’s lap the witch took Harry’s hand. Her dark brown eyes and milky skin under the hood kept Harry transfixed.

“You’re lucky, Hermione loves you very much,” said the witch, “She wants to experience Delectatio, coming out of you.”

Harry ran the mechanics of that quickly through his head and said, “We’ve had a little trouble with Delectatio just last night.”

“I know, Hermione told me,” said the witch as she rubbed Harry’s thighs, “Don’t worry, I’m an expert.”

Looking down at the almost naked breasts in his lap, Harry bet she was. The witch pulled a parchment that was somehow hidden in what she had of a dress and unrolled it for Harry onto the armrest of his wheelchair.

“I need you to sign this,” said the witch, “It’s a consent form.”

Harry read it and said, “Cripes, Imperio? The Imperio Curse? You’re going to use this?”

“You’re going to be on top, Harry,” said the witch.

“Ooh, I get it,” said Harry as he figured it out, “But if you’re going to use this and Delectatio at the same time, I mean you’ll-“

“It’s a big bed, Harry, there’s room for all three of us in there,” the witch said charmingly.

Harry looked at Hermione not believing what he was hearing and swallowed.

“Holy shit,” said Harry, “Hell yeah, I’ll sign it.”

With his hand shaking from anticipation Harry scribbled off a signature and the witch tucked it away in her cloak.

“I thought only Aurors could use Unforgivables,” Harry asked.

Hermione jumped in and explained, “It’s true, it’s why these witches work in secret. I mean, there is sort of common knowledge to their practice and like the Order it’s unofficially tolerated. But-“

“We don’t answer to the Ministry,” the witch interrupted as she stood, “We answer to people’s need. We do not think of Imperio as a curse, it is a spell like any other and because of the oath we have taken we can’t even make it work until someone signs that consent. And even when they do, we can only make it work to the extent that it would bring you sexual gratification.”

“So if you tried to use Imperio to make me jump into a tub of hot wax, you couldn’t make it work?” asked Harry.

“Not unless you’re into that sort of thing,” explained the witch.

Deftly the witch kicked off her high heel shoes and removed her cloak, revealing she had spectacular long dark red hair with fashionable bangs. For a moment, Hermione thought the witch closely resembled some celebrity from long ago she could barely remember, but not place. Who it was just eluded the tip of her mind and it bothered her.

“You two should get undressed,” said the witch, “Do you have a shower?”

Hermione pushed Harry ahead of her into the bathroom.

“How do you feel?” she whispered into Harry’s ear.

“Scared,” said Harry.

“Like it?”

“Yup.”

Harry thought it was a little unusual (aside from bringing what amounted to be a magical prostitute into his house) that Hermione got undressed in front of the woman so eagerly, she even let the woman help her get undressed, and that really turned Harry on. Then they playfully got Harry undressed. The last to get undressed was the witch, and that hardly took any effort at all. All she had to do was untie at the waist, pull the garb off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
Both Harry and Hermione were stunned by the woman’s statuesque beauty. This was just something neither one of them were used to seeing in person. Her body was the kind of sight they only saw in pictures and TV (when watching late night adult shows). Her breasts looked just too large to be real, yet shown no signs of skin seams or stretches to give away plastic surgery. Hermione had no doubts the woman must have magically enhanced her figure. Waist too small, hips and buttocks too round, legs too long, shoulders too wide and perfectly balanced. She was going to have to investigate this herself as to how this amazing body was accomplished.

The witch leaned in close to Harry and said, “Time to get up.”

Harry was wondering just where did this woman keep her wand, then he realized the spell the witch was using was emanating by sheer force of will just from her hands. Harry had seen this before, but from very few wizards. This was an extremely advanced level of skill that required a very specialized field of study. Most wizards used wands to perform every day skills. Artisans like this particular witch mastered a certain field of magic so well they had little need of wands as wands could only cast one spell at a time. This witch would need to cast at least two.
She touched Harry’s thighs and instructed him to push up on the armrests. Harry stood. It was nothing at all like the last time he was under the Imperio curse. It didn’t feel like a curse fogging his mind. His legs felt like they just came alive on their own. There was a bit of an awkward balance Harry had to master with his back keeping him upright. He stood under sho shower and the girls tickled him a little by scrubbing him down all over. The witch pulled the shower head from the wall and used the hose extension to thoroughly clean off his rear end.
Using her fingers the witch performed a skill neither Harry or Hermione ever saw done without a wand before, she transformed the shape of the shower head into a long slim chrome sliver with warm water still coming out of the tip. Gently the witch inserted it deep into Harry’s rectum. Since Harry had no control over anything from his hips down so all he could do was stand there and take it. Some small cries came from him as the water flushed up his colon.
The floor had a channel carved into the stone leading to a drainage to use as a European style toilet and Harry was positioned right above as the warm water gushed back out of him again. Harry wished there was a bar he could hang onto as he began to worry he might tip over. The witch hosed off his colon again, then got onto her knees behind Harry and began spreading his cheeks apart with her long fingers. Hermione was shocked to see her tongue elongate out of her mouth. It turned a blue shape and looked exactly like the same spell the Weasley’s brothers put on the ton-tongue toffee.

Hermione held Harry around his upper torso and said, “Harry, you might want to brace yourself."

Before Harry could even ask, the witch darted the tip of her long tongue up Harry’s ass like an attacking python. It writhed and wriggled it’s way up there as the tongue kept extending further and further with no sign of stopping. Hermione shuddered as she wondered what it would have been like to have that tongue inside her. A little envy came over Hermione, watching Harry scream out over and over with this thin ophidian probing into him. Harry was so overwhelmed he was drooling.
For a moment the witch stopped to let Harry catch his breath, then, like pushing a button, she touched something inside Harry that made his eyes bulge open in shock. The tongue retreated out of Harry at high speed, and the witch ditched out of the way. Harry’s colon exploded a bowel movement into the drain with some of the leftover warm water that was flushed into him earlier. The witch diligently hosed Harry off and flushed his colon just a little more, totally cleaning him out.

Hermione looked and whispered to herself, “I want some of that.”

They all gathered into the bath and the witch used the colourful bubbles from the taps to scrub Harry’s hair and Hermione’s. The witch sat Harry down by the bath’s edge and turned her attention to Hermione, seeing what Harry’s reaction would be to her putting her hands on his lover. She scrubbed Hermione’s back down as she showed absolutely no resistance at all to be being touched so intimately by a beautiful woman. Then daringly the witch turned Hermione around and kissed her aggressively while fondling her naked breasts. Hermione kissed her back and glanced back at Harry teasingly.

The witch stopped kissing Hermione then looked to Harry and asked, “Did you enjoy that?”

“I... HELL YES,” exclaimed Harry.

The witch held Harry’s chin said, “Good boy, you know how to play along. Such open-mindedness at such a young age... you’re going to have fun, Harry.”

Harry ogled Hermione fondling the witch’s breasts from behind and said, “I’m having fun right now!”

The witch patted Harry’s cheek and said, “You smell great, let’s go.”

When the witch smiled at Harry charmingly, again Hermione thought again she did resemble some celebrity she knew from a long time ago, but whoever it was there was still some differences and tiny flaws that didn’t make a good enough match for Hermione to place her, then she figured just drop it. The witch had such unbelievable features she probably reminded Hermione all of sorts of famous beautiful women.
All dried off and thick with perfume they gathered in the bed. Hermione was laying on her back as both Harry and the witch kissed with her on top. The witch started going down on Hermione and she pulled Harry down with her.

“I’m going to teach you how to give oral sex to your lover,” explained the witch, “Watch me closely.”

The witch demonstrated the use of the tongue should work around the inner thighs and around the clitoris before just diving right in. Then she demonstrated a technique Harry couldn’t likely accomplish, unless he had a piece of tongue-ton toffee and knew how to control it. The witch fucked Hermione with her tongue until she heard a loud cougar like cry.

Shocked, the witch stopped and asked, “What the heck was that?”

“Oh, that’s nothing,” said Harry, “That just means you’re getting through to her.”

The witch smirked, then looked up at Hermione.

“I think she’s ready,” she said.

The witch was able to control the movements of Harry’s hips and legs by holding her hand against his ass. Harry did a funny out-of-synch spider walk on the bed to position himself on top of Hermione. The witch handled Harry’s cock and positioned it to enter Hermione as she fingered herself open. The witch also stuck her fingers into Hermione and slowly worked Harry’s cock inside, controlling his entry with the Imperio spell from her fingertips.
Stopping for a moment to adjust, the witch waited until Hermione grinded her hips forward, yearning for Harry to fuck her. Pushing on Harry’s buttocks the witch orchestrated the fucking. The pace and thrust all came from her until Hermione came close to climaxing. Sensing her approach, the witch sat up so she wouldn’t have to lean forward onto the sheets.
A snap of her free hand, and the witch had Delectatio sparking from her index finger. Hermione was having an orgasm, and the witch stuck the sparking finger up Harry’s ass, who began to scream louder than ever. The witch let Delectatio build up in Harry before letting it explode from his cock into Hermione. This was what Hermione wanted, Delectatio ejaculating into her from the man she loved.
Every organ in Harry from his knees to his navel seemed to spasm like mad. When he thought his arms would give out from being on top of Hermione they took a will of their own and kept him up. The pleasure almost became unbearable, until Harry discovered a rhythm to get in sync with. It was like letting himself fall drunk and get lost into the sensation, losing touch with reality. After that, the time just melted away, and they had reached an hour in what felt like a few minutes.
Exhausted the witch let Harry collapse to Hermione’s left with his head resting against her breasts. The witch lay down behind Harry and held him sandwiched between two beautiful women. At least an hour’s rest was needed to return Harry’s overwhelmed mind and body to normal, then the witch started to get up.

“Time for me to go,” she said.

Hermione took this as a cue and she also started to get up, pulling Harry up with her and sitting him up on the edge of the bed. Harry asked what she was doing.

“It’s time to pay her, Harry,” said Hermione.

Harry said he couldn’t reach his wallet but Hermione shook her head and shushed him. The witch got on her knees in front of Harry and smiled charmingly at him again. Once more Hermione thought she couldn’t help but feel there was something familiar about that smile. Wondering what the heck was up with this “payment”, Harry watched the witch stroke his cock, then take him into her mouth and suck him off. Her skill without using any spells was amazing and Hermione encouraged him to go ahead and cum.
The witch’s instincts told her when Harry about to ejaculate, and she pulled out to let Harry splash all over her face and her tits. She savoured every drop of it, and when Harry looked down, he saw that the witch made no effort to clean his cum off of her. She spread it around her skin and it just disappeared.

“What the hell?” asked Harry.

“They can do spells with wizard cum, Harry, but I don’t know what it does for them,” Hermione explained as she whispered, “It’s a secret.”

The witch gathered her clothes and stood facing the bed.

“It’s been a real pleasure, and I do mean that,” said the witch, “I must say this visit has also been an assessment as well as a service. From now on you two will have full access to our services whenever you require them. But I must impress that we are not always available on demand.”

“We’ll wait our turn like everybody else,” said Hermione.

“You two should go to sleep right away,” said the witch, “Good night, and see you at Hogwarts.”

With that, she Apparated away.

“SEE YOU AT HOGWARTS?” exclaimed Harry, “What the fuck did she mean by that?”

“That would be a helluva sight in the main hall, wouldn’t it?” Hermione speculated.

“Maybe she’s just fucking with us,” said Harry, “So what do you think they magic with wizard sperm?”

“Eternal youth, beauty, great skin,” Hermione rattled off, “Who knows?”

“Big tits?”

“Greig tig tits,” said Hermione, “Well she should lay off a bit if that’s what it does. Say- does she remind you of anyone famous?”

“I don’t know... Catherine Zeta Jones?” asked Harry.

“Not the face. Same type of hair and build, maybe, “ said Hermione, “But those breasts?”

“Yeah, more like Pamela Anderson,” said Harry.

Hermione laid back on the bed and pulled Harry down next to her.

“Did you have fun, tonight?” she asked.

“Too right I had fun,” said Harry.

“So... what do you think of me making love to other women?” asked Hermione.

“I’m cool with it,” said Harry as he put his arms behind his head, “I’m WAY cool with it. As long as you don’t run off with Cho or Ginny and leave me.”

“All hell, you caught onto my master plan,” said Hermione, “Ginny and I were headed off to Canada to get married then come back in get a cottage in Port Meirion.”

Harry elbowed Hermione to get her to stop, “Oh great, a lesbian community that looks like the village from The Prisoner.”

“Oh Hey! The Weasley’s are going to arrive tomorrow,” said Hermione, “We have to go downstairs and-“

“Fuck it! I’m SHAGGED, Hermione,” said Harry, “Let’s just go to sleep now and get started cleaning up tomorrow.”

Hermione held Harry as they went to sleep, making brief plans about what their next visit from the witch would be like. Next time she wanted Delectatio up her ass.