What a Witch Needs

First off, thanks so much to everyone who is sending reviews. They are a great pat on the back for me and keep me excited about writing this fiction.

From the reviews I realized the many of you felt sorry for Ron. I agree with many of you that Ron really needs to get LAID. Though the story will be focused on the lives of Harry, Hermione and Draco, I’ll have Ron get some too. LOL But not from our threesome. I want the threesome to have a deeper relationship to each other and not turn it into a gangbang. Maybe I’ll do a different fiction for that sort of thing in the future.

Hope you like this chapter. Let me know.

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Bonding of the Peach


“Hermione?” began Lavender, as the girls were dressing for school. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yes?” replied Hermione, stroking her long, brown locks in the mirror. Lavender stepped behind her, meeting her eyes in the mirror.

“I was wondering if you would be all right with me having an interest in Ron,” Lavender spoke, somewhat shyly.

Hermione turned to face to her,surprised. “Truly? You have an interest in Ron?”

“Yes, I have for awhile now. I never acted on it before because I thought you two were keen on each other,” Lavender explained, grinning.

“I’m more than all right with it!” Hermione chirped. “I think it would be just the thing to cheer him up when he finds out you are interested in him.”

Lavender’s face turned hopeful. “You really think so? I mean, you think he may like me back? Has he ever said anything about me?”

Hermione laughed. “One question at a time! Yes, I think he’d be very happy to know that you liked him. You’re very pretty you know.”

“Did he ever tell you I was pretty?” Lavender asked.

“He couldn’t very well say that to me before now, could he? A guy doesn’t tell a girl that he thinks someone else is pretty if he doesn’t want to get her mad. But all that’s changed now,” Hermione explained. “I think, once he knows of your interest, you’ll have him hooked on your line.”

“Really?” Lavender hoped.

“Certainly! Knowing that someone else is interested in you is half the attraction,” Hermione smiled.

“Thanks, I just wanted to make sure it wouldn’t cause a problem between me and you if I went ahead,” Lavender replied, relieved.

“Not at all. I’d be happy to see Ron in a relationship. I think it’s just what he needs,” said Hermione, honestly.

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Once again, Ron had dressed quickly before his roommates and left for breakfast. Harry, Dean, Neville and Seamus were still getting ready when he slipped out without a word to any of them.

“Something happen with you two?” Dean asked Harry.

“Yeah,” said Seamus, “Ron’s been in a bad mood these last few days. What happened?”

“It didn’t work out for him and Hermione,” Harry stated, plainly.

“Ah well,” Dean nodded. "That explains his mood. But why is he mad at you?”

“Because it did work out for me and Hermione,” Harry admitted. It felt good to finally let it out, as if one of his invisible chains fell freely to the floor.

The other three boys stopped what they were doing and gaped at Harry. “Really?” questioned Dean. “You and Hermione?”

Harry nodded, suppressing a smile as Seamus gave a whoop and a cheer. “Way to go Harry!” exclaimed Seamus. “So what, is she like your steady girlfriend now?”

“Yeah,” Harry nodded. “I do consider her my girl.”

“You’re the first among us to have a real girlfriend Harry,” said Dean. “Congratulations!”

And a boyfriend too, thought Harry.

“Yes, well done Harry,” Seamus grinned, clapping him on the back. “She’s grown into quite a looker.”

“Congratulations,” Neville added as well.

“Thanks, Neville,” Harry smiled. Now that Ron knew, what did it matter if everyone else did as well?

Hermione was waiting for Harry in the common room when the boys came happily down the staircase. She was surprised when she heard Seamus say, “There she is Harry. Go and give her a kiss!” They all stood and grinned at her as Harry walked straight up to her with a big smile on his face.

“Harry?” she asked, confused. But Harry didn’t give her an opportunity to say anymore as he wrapped his arms around her and brought his lips down for a kiss. Hermione kissed him tentatively in return, aware that she had an audience, and she didn’t know exactly what Harry had told them.

“Come on, let them be,” Dean said, dragging Neville and Seamus towards the portrait hole.

“You told them?” she asked, when they departed.

Harry didn’t release his hold on her and smiled. “Yes, about me and you I did. Why should we hide anymore? Ron knows and now he can just deal with it.”

Other people were coming down from the dorms,looking surprised at finding Harry and Hermione in such a close embrace. Most of them giggled and tried not to stare on their way to breakfast.

Hermione finally said, “You’re right, Harry, we don’t need to hide anymore.” She reached around his neck and pulled him in for a long and delicious kiss that made Harry groan.

When they broke the kiss, Harry asked, “You really want to go to breakfast?”

Hermione smiled and replied, “What did you have in mind?”

“Everyone is gone from my room. Since the boys' staircase is not hexed, I was thinking…”

Hermione’s heart started to race with excitement at the idea of skipping breakfast to have sex with Harry. It was such a spontaneous thing to do which felt all the more exciting. “Yes, Harry, let’s go to your room,” she whispered.

Harry took her hand and led her up the staircase. Now that everyone had left the dorms, it was very quiet. Hermione had been in Harry’s room before, of course, but never to have sex. When they stepped through the door, she turned and locked it.

Harry was too excited to think about those details. “Good idea,” he said, taking her hand again and leading her to his bed.

“We don’t have much time, Harry,” she reminded him. “Classes start in about forty minutes.”

“Then let’s make the most of it,” Harry grinned, taking her in his arms again. “What’s your pleasure, my dear? I’ll do anything you want.”

“Anything?” she smiled, mischievously.

“Yeah, you know I will,” Harry laughed at her expression and pressed kisses under her earlobe.

“Harry, I want you to take my other virginity. I want to know what it’s like when you and Draco do it,” she stated.

Harry pulled his head back and looked in her eyes, surprised. “Really? You want that? It’s going to hurt, you knowk,” he stated. “Maybe we should save that for when we are not in such a big hurry.”

Hermione’s face fell in disappointment. “Please, Harry, you said that you’d do anything.”

He said, “All right, you know I can’t refuse you." He made his way to his bed table and opened a little drawer, pulling out a tube of lubricant. "I ordered this a few days ago. Hedwig brought it yesterday.”

Hermione grinned, happily, and began pulling off her robes. “Hurry, Harry, get undressed. I want to do this so badly!” Harry felt his erection straining at her words and began disrobing while he watched her luscious body being exposed to his view.

“Damn it,” he cursed, barely containing his urge to keep his hands from her when she stood before him completely nude. He threw down his last article of clothing and placed a hand on her chest to gently push her backwards onto the bed. Hermione yelped with surprise, giggling as Harry climbed on top of her and started kissing her while grinding his hard cock over her wet pussy lips. “Let me fuck your pussy a little first,” he whispered. “I love when you get my cock all wet. Fuck, I love it when you get your wetness on me! I wish you’d rub your pussy all over me,” Harry rasped, reaching his fingers down towards her core and slipping them through her moisture.

Hermione opened her legs wide and wrapped them around Harry’s arse, pressing his pelvis onto her more firmly. Harry moved his hips, taking his fingers from her pussy as he clasped onto his own cock, guiding it into her heat. He shut his eyes, groaning as his cock became enveloped in her tight wetness. When he opened his eyes again, he looked at Hermione’s expression of joy. When she began wiggling her hips for more, Harry started pumping into her with long strokes.

He almost lost himself in the sensation when he heard her whisper, “Harry, let’s try the other thing.” He moaned, sliding out of her and reaching over to grab the lubricant. Hermione sat up and suggested, “Let me put it on you.”

He smiled with approval of her idea. Laying back on the bed, he waited for her to put some of the cream on her hand. “Here,” said Harry, holding out his hand as well. “I should get you ready, too.”

Hermione put some on his palm and hers. She got on her knees next to Harry and turned around so that her arse was toward his face and she was close to his hard member. She bent down, giving his cock a few licks, tasting herself, before she placed her creamy palm on his long shaft, moving her hand lovingly over it.

Harry coated his fingers generously on one hand, placing them in her crevasse, stroking her anus and coating it before he slipped his pinky in. Hermione gasped at the sensation. It felt strange, but his pinky wasn’t big enough to cause any real pain. She wiggled her arse a bit and said, “Oh, I like that!” Harry began pumping his pinky in and out. Then he tried his bigger index finger. Again she gasped and wiggled as he worked the lubricant into her tight hole.

“Try two fingers, Harry,” Hermione encouraged. Harry put his index and middle finger together applying lubricant on them before he worked them into her. This time she gasped and said, “O.K., now that’s a little harder!” She grabbed his leg and put her face down on it while she whimpered.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, concerned.

She turned her face to the side, rasping, “No! Do your cock now, Harry.” She made room for him to get up and kneel behind her, his cock dripping with the lubricant she applied.

“Tell me if you want to stop at any time,” he explained, positioning his cock with one hand and grabbing her hip with the other. Her arse was so tight, Harry knew he was causing her pain as he pushed himself further in. For the first time he found himself wishing that he had a smaller prick when he heard her hiss with pain.

When he had pushed himself in as far as he could go, he stilled, waiting for her reaction. She lifted her head, red faced and panting, gulping for more oxygen. “Move, Harry, fuck me,” she breathed.

Harry groaned, complying with her wishes. He moved his hips slowly at first and she whimpered. Then he wrapped a hand around her body, finding her clit with his fingers. As he began to stroke her swollen folds, she began to move her hips in response. Harry picked up the pace. He knew they had to be to class soon, but he was determined not to let her leave without an orgasm.

“Oh, yes, Harry. Mmmm... feels so wicked,” she gasped.

“You like it in the arse?” he asked, drops of sweat began falling from his forehead onto her rear cheeks while he began fucking her harder.

“Yes,” she gasped, “it doesn’t hurt so much now.”

“Oh!” she exclaimed as Harry stiffened behind her, shooting his hot seed deep up her rear. The creamy cum lubricated her even more and felt delicious as it ran out of her hole and down towards her pussy. Harry’s fingers were still playing with her clit. He pulled some of his cum down and worked its warmth into her, making Hermione shudder with her own orgasm.

When he pulled out of her, Hermione fell over to her side, panting. Harry lay down behind her and pulled her into a spooning position, kissing the back of her neck. “I love you, Hermione. I loved you as a good friend before, and now that love is deeper. Do you know what I mean?”

She reached a hand back and ran it through his hair, replying, “Yes, I do know. I feel the same way, Harry. I love you, too.”

OOOOOO

That evening, during detention, and after some long and slow welcome kisses for both his lovers, Draco asked Harry and Hermione where they had been at breakfast. Hermione smiled and told him all they had done.

Draco grinned, replying, “That’s good news, Granger. I wasn’t sure you were ready for that yet. Guess I was wrong. This opens up some interesting possibilities for us,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

“Yes,” she sighed, “but not tonight. I think I need to give my back door a rest.”

Harry and Draco laughed, sandwiching her between their bodies while they stood, giving each other more kisses. Hermione loved watching them kiss, it made her wet and horny faster than anything. Their erections pressed into her from both sides and she rubbed her needy clit onto Draco’s hard thigh he had inserted between her legs for her pleasure.

“I think Harry needs his arse fucked tonight,” rasped Draco, his eyes darkening with lust.

“And his cock sucked,” agreed Hermione, turning her body around to face Harry. She went to work undressing him. Harry felt a shiver of anticipation and wobbled backwards, trying to steady himself during the onslaught of hands disrobing him. Draco had now moved behind him and grazed Harry’s neck with his teeth after pulling his shirt off, causing Harry to feel sigh. Hermione had dropped to her knees, pulling down his trousers while she placed small kisses on his belly.

“You called me Harry,” he whispered and moaned.

“What?” Draco whispered, breathily, kissing Harry’s neck and running his hands over his buttocks.

“You called me Harry,” Harry repeated again, a little louder. Hermione froze, gazing up at the two boys. It was true. She did hear Draco say Harry instead of Potter.

Draco let out a small laugh. “So I did. It is your name, isn’t it?”

Harry turned his torso in order to look Draco in the eyes. He studied the Slytherin boy’s expression, not quite sure what he was looking for. Draco returned the gaze, addding, “Don’t you think it’s about time?”

There was silence when Harry didn’t answer right away. Finally, he said, “Yeah, Draco, I do think so.” Draco smiled at Harry and lowered his mouth for another snog.

Hermione watched them, pouting, until they broke the kiss and looked down at her.

“What’s the matter?” Harry asked, concerned.

“Am I still Granger?” she asked

“Well,” pondered Draco, “it is easier to pronounce than Hermione. One less syllable, you know?”

She knew he was teasing, but she pretended to be hurt instead. He laughed at her act. Getting down on his knees next to her, he pulled her into his arms, saying in his sexiest voice, “Hermione.” Then he kissed her and said, “Hermione,” again. Another kiss and then “Hermione.” “Hermione, Hermione, Hermione, Hermione…”
He kept repeating her name and pressing closer to her until she fell onto the floor with Draco lying on top, still kissing her and saying, “Hermione.”

OOOOO

That night as Harry entered his dorm room, he saw that his roommates were still awake and talking. Ron was lying on his bed, his hands behind his head, studying the ceiling with a stupid grin on his face. Harry’s heart lightened to see Ron happy about something instead of angry and hurt. It gave him the courage he needed to speak to him.

“Hey, Ron, how’s it going?” Harry asked as he readied himself for bed.

Ron glanced at Harry before looking back at the ceiling. “Pretty good.”

“Yeah?” replied Harry. “That’s great. Something happen?” Harry knew he was treading a fine line with Ron right now, but he felt encouraged by Ron’s apparent good mood. He expected Ron to tell him to mind his business and was surprised when he heard:

“Yeah, something good.”

Seamus threw a pillow at Ron from across the room, teasing, “It looks like Ron’s got a girlfriend, too, now.”

Harry smiled at Ron. “Really? Who is it?”

Ron turned red and sat up, still not looking directly at Harry, and threw the pillow back at Seamus, replying, “Lavender.”

Harry grinned, happily. “You asked her out?”

“She asked him!” laughed Seamus. “Took him up to the astronomy tower this evening.”

“Shut up!” warned Ron, although he was smiling at the memory of his encounter.

“That’s great,” agreed Harry. Ron still did not look at him, but he seemed happy nonetheless.

“Tell him what you did up there,” prompted Seamus.

“I said shut up!” ordered Ron, throwing his own pillow hard at Seamus’s head.

“She gave him a blow job,” added Neville. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Neville. They had never heard a sexual word from his mouth before and they were shocked to hear him say it so casually.

“Did Longbottom just say ‘blow job’?” asked Dean, amazed.

“Know about blow jobs, do you?” teased Seamus.

Neville turned red, shaking his head. The guys all laughed until Neville smiled and laughed too.

When the laughter died down, Seamus asked, “So, did you give her one back?”

“What?” stammered Ron, turning three shades of red.

“You know, lick her pussy?” Seamus clarified.

“Uh, well…,” said Ron, “we really didn’t have time you know, with the curfew and all.”

“Yeah, sure,” teased Seamus. “You ever done it before?”

Ron laughed, nervously. “Sure, loads of times.”

Seamus barked, incredulously. “Liar!”

“How many pussies have you licked?” Dean asked Seamus, coming to Ron’s defense.

“None, but at least I don’t lie about it,” Seamus admitted. “Harry, have you licked pussy before?”

All heads turned to Harry as he sat on the edge of his bed. He felt like his mouth was suddenly stuffed with feathers. He always enjoyed the banter and joking around that went on between his roommates, but now he found when it came to Hermione, he didn’t want to talk about her like that. But he supposed that they didn’t really ask about her, just about his experience. “Well…, yeah, I guess,” Harry admitted, reluctantly.

Their mouths fell open as they stared at Harry. They had expected him to say no as well. Seamus got up off his bed and walked towards Harry’s bed, sitting at the foot of it. “What’s it like?” he asked. Neville and Dean came and sat on the floor, leaning their backs on Ron’s bed, as they waited to hear what Harry would say.

Harry shook his head. “Find out for yourselves,” he smiled, ruefully. “I’m not telling you about private things.”

“I told you about the time I fingered Allison,” Seamus reminded. “You wanted to know what a pussy felt like, remember? Now tell us what it’s like to lick one.”

Harry laughed at their expectant faces, shaking his head.

“Come on,” Dean pleaded. “Ron needs to know what to do with Lavender. Tell him how it’s done.” Ron smacked Dean on the back of his head. But Dean only laughed.

Harry sighed and searched for the right words to describe it. Finally, he said, “Well, it’s like eating a peach - very wet, juicy and sweet.” The boys sat there looking at him, waiting for more.

“That’s it? A peach?” said Seamus, disappointed and wanting more description.

Harry sighed again and then opened the drawer next to his bed where he kept his stash of apples. He stored them for when he was hungry between meals. He grabbed an apple and took his wand, transforming it into a peach. “All right, look,” he said. He used his wand to make some cuts into the peach, and at the bottom of the cuts, he stuck his finger in to make a hole. “Let’s say this is a pussy,” he began.

“Who’s pussy?” Dean asked.

“Anyone’s pussy,” Harry replied.

“Why’d you cut it up like that?” asked Neville.

Harry snorted with exasperation. “No more questions. Just listen, all right?” He looked around again and then held the peach up. “These are the folds of the pussy. And this is the vagina hole.” He stuck his finger in the hole which caused Neville to gasp in surprise.

Harry held the peach in front of his mouth. “You just lick the pussy in the folds and suck them into your mouth.” Harry tilted his head back and began tounging the cuts he made on the peach. Then he put his lips on them and sucked, causing the juice of the peach to run down his cheeks and chin.

“Is it messy like that?” asked Seamus.

Harry lowered the peach, grinning at Seamus, juice glistening on his face. “If you're doing a good job, it is."

“Damn, make me a peach, Harry. I want to practice,” urged Dean.

“Yeah, make us all some peaches. Let’s lick some pussy!” exclaimed Seamus.

Harry laughed and transformed four more apples into peaches, making the cuts into each one. “You can make your own vagina holes,” he told them, tossing each boy a peach pussy.

Soon they were all laughing and exaggerating by slurping their peaches loudly, peach juice running down their chins and necks.

“All right,” Harry interrupted, calming his laughter. “If you want to make a girl cum, then suck her peach right up here.” He pointed to a spot at the top of the cuts on his peach. They all sucked the spot on their peaches and laughed hysterically. Seamus was now lying on the floor, his peach at his mouth as he crooned, “Oh, baby, you taste so good. Just like a peach.”

“And, you can also help her cum by putting your finger up her hole and rubbing this way,” Harry explained, sticking his own finger in the hole of his peach and rubbing an imginary G-spot. The boys all laughed while they finger-fucked their peaches. Seamus got carried away and pulled his cock out of his pajamas, laughing, “Oh, baby, I’ve got to fuck you.” He guided his dick to the hole of his peach while the others laughed uncontrollably.

Just then the door clicked open and Seamus quickly sat up turning his back to the door. Professor McGonegal popped her head in the door and looked about. “What is going on up here? You five are making such a racket that even the girls are complaining from their side.”

She looked at their sticky and wet faces, spotting the peaches in their hands.

“Um… we’re sorry, Professor,” said Ron. “Harry was showing us how he can transform apples into peaches and we all decided we wanted one.”

“I’m happy that Mr. Potter has been listening in my class, but it is much too late to be carrying on like this. Perhaps, next time, you boys can figure out a way to share a snack without swimming in it,” she said, pointedly, looking at the mess of juice on their faces, necks and shirts.

“Sorry,” they all mumbled.

“Goodnight then,” Professor McGonegal said.

“Professor, would you like a peach?” asked Seamus, holding his peach out towards her, the pussy hole and slits facing away from her.

“No, but thank you Mr. Finnigan,” she replied, backing out and shutting the door.

They put their hands over their mouths to stifle the laughter that wanted to break free.

“Shhhh,” laughed Dean. “Or she’ll come back.”

One by one, they washed up in the bathroom and crawled into their beds. They said goodnight to each other after shutting off the lights. Harry was pleased when he heard Ron softly say, “Night, Harry.”

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Hope you thought this chapter was peachy keen. LOL

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