The Best of a Bad Situation (BoBS for short)

Chapter 6 – Ginny Undresses


“Ginny, truth or dare?

“Dare” she exclaimed eagerly. The alcohol she drank was still hitting her, and right then she was feeling more drunk than she’d been that night yet. Playtime was over; as Harry had so obviously pointed out; and Ginny was willing to bet not even Hermione with her stuck-up outlook would ask for a truth at this point.

“As Hermione has pointed out,” Harry began with a smile, very pleased with Ginny’s answer, “she will not let me take off her clothes. Seeing as how I’m completely naked though, either I put my clothes back on, or all of you get out of yours. So Ginny, I dare you to undress Hermione, Parvati, and Lavender. And just to make things more interesting, you have to constantly kiss each of them while you’re undressing them. The only rule is; you can’t kiss them on their mouth or in the same place twice.”

“Ohhh,” Lavender cooed, “good dare, Harry.” Parvati agreed as well, as the bright shine in her eyes showed.

But not everyone was a fan of Harry’s idea. “Harry,” Hermione lectured, “I told you I wasn’t getting naked, and I’m not kissing Ginny! She’s like my sister, and that’s just sick.”

“I don’t think of you as my sister,” Ginny smiled from where she was perched, looking ready to jump on one of the co-eds as soon as the dare was approved all around. “And you don’t have to kiss me, I have to kiss you. And not on the mouth either, so just relax. As for your clothes, I’ll only take off your shirt and boxers, and leave on your undies, so relax. Harry’s completely naked, so I think you owe him at least that.”

“I\'ll not have Harry seeing me in my knickers!”

“Oh Hermione, shut it already,” Parvati shouted, sounding for once very tired of her roommate’s rigid ways. “This is supposed to be fun, and you’re ruining everything. Harry’s naked, for Merlin’s sake! Look at him, because his dick and balls are out on display for the whole world to see; or at least us. That, and he’s already agreed to be obliviated in the morning, so what’s the big deal? The rest of us have seen you in your bra and knickers before, so is it really such a big deal? Drink another two shots of vodka for being such a party pooper.”

“That’s not in the rules!”

“I agree,” Lavender added, “you’re preventing the rest of us from having a good time. So drink your shots, get properly sloshed, and then maybe you can have some fun with the rest of us!”

Ginny nodded too, but was too busy to verbalize her consent. Already she had launched herself at the nearest girl, who just happened to be Lavender, and the first thing she did, even before reaching for one of the offending garments, was to place a soft tender kiss on the girl’s jaw line, right below her ear. Lavender moaned, and Harry didn’t know why until Ginny removed her mouth and he saw that her tongue had been in evident use. That was no ordinary kiss on the check!

Parvati had pushed Lavender away from her as Ginny moved in for the kill, and willingly Lavender moved to sit up on her knees to give Ginny complete access to all sides of her. Like a tiger, Ginny stalked around the girl (whose eyes were closed), nipping and kissing exposed skin as she marked her territory. Lavender’s jaw line, her brow, her bare shoulder, her exposed knee; all got lavish treatment from Ginny’s mouth until Lavender was near trembling.

“Don’t tease her anymore,” Parvati whispered softly. “She’s still worked up from before. Time to get to work, Gin-gin.”

Harry shot an incredulous look at Parvati for her use of the unique nickname, but before he had time to catch her eye, Ginny had positioned herself behind Lavender, and pushed the girl forward so her rump was high in the air, and her elbows rested on the pushed together beds. Lavender’s short camisole was just barely long enough to cover her bum, although each time she breathed, the material came closer and closer to revealing more skin.

Now behind the vulnerable girl, Ginny shifted her weight so she too was comfortable on her knees, and then leaned forward to lick the back of Lavender’s thighs. Her tongue stuck out surprisingly long in Harry’s opinion, and at first he didn’t even notice that as Ginny traced a line from the inside of Lavender’s knees up and underneath the hem of her nightgown, Ginny’s hands were busy slowly removed the fluffy socks Harry for some reason hadn’t noticed Lavender was wearing before.

‘Fuck the socks,’ Harry thought to himself, and returned to watch the action upstairs. What Ginny was doing with her tongue was much more interesting that watching anything having to do with feet.

Meanwhile Hermione was simmering at being overruled, and because she didn’t want to be forced to drink more liquor, sipped from the bottle of vodka as her punishment dictated. Already her head was swimming without it’s usually clarity, and Hermione knew she should have stopped a long time ago. The alcohol was still entering her bloodstream, and by the time she got really drunk, she’d still have more vodka in her stomach to process. Therefore it was a good thing she was beyond caring too much, and just swigged on the bottle as she watched with half-hearted interest as Ginny caressed Lavender’s calf. ‘That looks nice,’ Hermione thought to herself.

Lavender thought so too. Lying forward on her hands, she was completely blind to what Ginny was doing behind her, but it did feel nice. Ginny had already removed one fluffy sock, and was in the process of massaging her foot, before she’d move on to the next. Ginny’s talented tongue was also only half way up her right thigh, because it had taken an indirect, zigzag pattern on its way. Ginny’s head was already nudging the camisole draped over her bottom out of the way as she moved higher, and Lavender had no problem with that.

“Harry,” Parvati barely interrupted the task at hand. “Why don’t you come over here for a better view?” Parvati had a nice seat behind and to the right of both Ginny and Lavender, while Harry was on the complete other side of the action, in front of and to the left of Lav. He had to settle for sitting up on his knees, craning his neck over Lavender’s back to get a view, and even that was uncomfortable because his cock was a little too vulnerable sticking out like that, so close to Lavender’s face. If she were to open her eyes, she might have even said something. Her sheer bliss and determination to enjoy Ginny’s ministrations though prevented her from even noticing.

“Er, ok,” Harry said. He wasn’t about to turn down an invitation for anything tonight, likely, and a better seat did sound promising. So he crawled on his hands and knees (the bed canopies were too short for him to stand) around Lavender, and sat in the space offered by Parvati. She had just gotten up herself, so the sheets were nice and warm, which his bare ass appreciated.

“Where are you going to sit then?” Harry asked, confused that she was moving away.

“On your lap, silly!” She thought the answer was plainly apparent, but Harry swallowed deep, and Hermione chocked on her last sip of vodka, before she realized he wasn’t even thinking that. “Oh come on now! You’re completely starkers, and I’m so turned on I can’t see straight! You don’t expect me to do nothing, do you, with an attractive man available to torment? I want the chance to play too.”

Harry could only nod, but faintly her thought he heard Lavender smirk. If she had though, she shut up quickly when Ginny let her first foot loose, and flipped up the material of her camisole on one side to expose half of Lavender’s knickers. She was still tracing an unbelievably long ling with her tongue, but was fast approaching fabric, and had to move the nightshirt out of her way so she could see.

Harry had taken his seat meanwhile, sitting Indian Style once again, and looked to Parvati as if for instructions on what to do next. She just smiled and took his hand, as he pulled her to himself. Harry still wasn’t sure if she was serious about sitting on his lap, but with the way things were heading, he was kind of hoping she was. So with that intent in mind, he guided her to his seat, and with grace and delicacy, placed herself sitting on top of Harry’s naked body.

“Mmmm, that feels good, doesn’t it Harry?” She murmured. Slowly she was rocking her hips against his cradled legs, so that the ruffled material of her panties rubbed against the tops of Harry’s thighs. His penis was still semi-erect between his legs, but if Parvati didn’t stop moving soon, she’d soon be feeling his attention probing her most private of regions.

Harry nodded his head (which Parvati couldn’t see), but turned his attention back to Ginny’s tongue. She had reached the top of Lavender’s thigh now, and was tracing along the seam where her knickers met creamy skin. A quiver moved through Lavender’s body at the most intimate touch yet, and even Hermione from her most distant seat could see a fresh layer of goose skin appear on Lavender’s legs.

All too soon though Ginny had completed tracing the material’s edge, and not being allowed to repeat the process (why had Harry made that stupid rule!), moved to the base of her other thigh to begin the route all over again.

Parvati had steadied her gyrations while Ginny had reached the pinnacle of Lavender’s right leg, but with the show moved back down to the left knee (a much less provocative location), she began to move again with renewed vigor. Slowly at first, then picking up speed, she continued to rub small circles from her seat on Harry’s lap, dying to create more heat. The friction wasn’t only making Harry aroused, but she as well, and by the looks of things, Ginny would be taking her damn sweet time before moving on to another girl. With so much time to waste, why should Parvati pass up the opportunity to get off?

And if that was Parvati’s plan, Harry himself was in far worse trouble because the informal lap dance he was getting was playing havoc on his libido. The constant stream of erections he’d suffered through the past hour were taking their toll, and Harry was currently only a few millimeters from levitating Parvati off of his lap with his “magic wand.”

“Parvati,” Harry said in an almost pained voice, “as much as I’m enjoying this, you’ve got to stop. If you don’t, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold out much longer.”

Leaning her head back to stare Harry in the eyes, the sudden intimacy finally caused Harry’s erection to aim high enough so Parvati could feel it poking her from beneath. “Hush up and enjoy, Harry,” she said. “I know what I’m doing, and I won’t mind what happens because of it.” To further accentuate her point, Parvati grabbed Harry’s hands from where they were resting on his knees, and guided them to her own lap. Then, matching the pace she was making with her hips, Parvati moved Harry’s hands around in concentric circles, rubbing right against her clothed womanhood.

Feeling Harry’s erection had been the last straw for Parvati, and with the stimulating sight of Ginny bathing her lover with her tongue, Hermione switching between drinking more vodka and taking more pictures with her camera, and Harry’s hand inexpertly rubbing in her moistening lap, Parvati threw all caution to the wind. No longer was she just playing and teasing Harry; now she was looking for release herself. Her rubbing became more desperate, her breaths became quickened and erratic, and as she guided Harry’s hands to further stimulate herself, she fast felt herself approaching Harry’s heightened state of arousal.

Ginny had reached the top of Lavender’s other thigh now, and like before licked a thin line along the edge of her underwear. The rest of the camisole got flipped up on the girl’s back, so Lav’s entire backside was on display for them all to see. It wasn’t as slim as Ginny’s, or as taut as Hermione’s, but Lavender had plenty of curves and the propped position she was in showed off every last one.

Again Harry heard her moan, and wasn’t surprised when he saw what Ginny was doing. Finished licking under the hem of the knickers, Ginny was now placing feather light kisses on Lav’s ass through the thin red material that covered it. Slowly her hands (already done removing Lavender’s other sock) also crept up, tickling any bare flesh it could find. When Ginny’s hands reached the knickers, her fingers up to their first knuckle slipped under the material at the tops of both thighs, and Ginny prepared to slip them off.

Harry couldn’t wait for Ginny to proceed, and voiced as much. Ginny didn’t acknowledge him though, or at least didn’t show it. Never once did she turn around or otherwise take her eyes off of Lavender’s body, for only she knew how long she’d been waiting to experience something like this.

Under the red material of Lavender’s panties, Ginny fingers traveled in symmetrical shapes, so that each ass check got teased exactly like the other. Slowly then she brought her index fingers together, so that they rested above the most center of Lavender’s universe. Ginny had no interest in Lavender’s asshole at the moment (though she was positioned to explore it if she wanted), but the heat and dampness that she detected was driving her insane, and no longer could she keep up the achingly slow pace.

Like the wild animal she first appeared to be when her little game started, Ginny reached up violently for the top of Lavender’s knickers, and roughly pulled them down the girl’s legs. Lavender squealed in surprise at the rough treatment, and Parvati on Harry’s lap bucked as a slight tremor ran its course through her body, enticing Harry as well. One of his hands remained in her lap, rubbing furiously what he thought the Indian girl might appreciate. The other had somehow crept up Parvati’s slim body to cup her left breast, and Harry both hugged the girl to his chest with that hand, while at the same time kneading anatomy he’d only before dreamed of touching.

Ginny had stripped Lavender’s knickers off completely by then, and through her separated and upturned ass checks, all of them (Hermione took another picture even) could see the bush of Lavender’s exposed vagina. Her short and curly locks were the same dirty blonde color of her hair, or at least Harry thought they were until Ginny’s face got in the way, attacking Lavender’s ass with small nips and kisses wherever there was room. Lavender still wore her camisole, but is was pushed so far up the girl’s back her breasts were clearly exposed hanging down below her like a cow’s teat. Lavender had the largest breasts of all the girls there by far, and the position she was in wasn’t flattering for her heavy globes. Still, the smacking sounds they made as Lavender began to rock against Ginny’s assault were decidedly erotic, and even if it wasn’t the most flattering view, all those in attendance (even Hermione, though she wouldn’t admit it to even herself) couldn’t help but stare and get excited.

Parvati had quit rubbing small circles in Harry’s lap in favor of rocking her hips in a more animalistic manner, and each time she thrust her pelvis down, she felt the poke of Harry’s dick beneath her. Vaguely she recognize whispered moans from him behind her, and knew he was close to an orgasm from the increased speed he was rocking his hips similarly; but she didn’t care. To further help matters along, she reached up quickly (leaving Harry’s left hand floundering in her lap) to pull her baby doll top down exposing her breasts, and repositioned Harry’s right hand on her naked flesh.

When Parvati started to buck with as much enthusiasm as he was, Harry guessed he couldn’t last much longer. Then she went and tore her top down, placing his one hand on her breast, and he was positive of it. Through the ruffled material of her top, he had explored as much as he dared of Parvati’s chest using soft, light caresses. Now though with a mass of firm flesh in his hand, the time for tenderness for over, and Harry squeezed and tweaked it, rubbed it anyway he could that felt good, as he felt his balls tighten. He felt Parvati’s right nipple under his forearm as he played with her left one, and vibrated his left hand against her clitoris in a manner that he hoped felt good. Harry knew he was less than a minute from creaming the underside of Parvati’s knickers with his ejaculate, and not willing to stop or slow down, the best he thought he could do was encourage Parvati to orgasm with him.

Little did he know, Parvati had already orgasmed once; although it had only been a tiny quake. Harry’s inexperience coupled with his determination, and all the alcohol she’d drank, was very arousing to Parvati, as was the floor show of Ginny now flipping Lavender over on her stomach, pulling the camisole up over her head. Ginny’s enthusiasm hadn’t calmed any since she’d gone near-feral, bur Lavender didn’t seem to mind. With her breasts in reach and sucking distance of Ginny’s mouth now (Ginny was straddling Lavender’s naked waist, her short nightgown covered both girls pubic areas), one could almost see the lust in Lavender’s eyes as she for the first time spotted Parvati on Harry’s lap, and knew she’d soon be in for some of the same treatment.

“Harder Harry,” Parvati moaned. Even though only a thin layer of cotton plus a few ruffles separated her sex from Harry’s, the contact wasn’t nearly enough for Parvati. She and Lavender had started experimenting slow and easy years ago, yes, but it had been some time since Parvati had enjoyed anything but rough and aggressive sex. The fact that Harry wasn’t inside her, nor did she have the proper stimulation, was making her ache with frustration. Even after her recent mini-orgasm, Parvati was greedy for more. More; harder, faster, and rougher.

Hearing Parvati, Harry grunted in response, and moved both his hands now to hold her breasts. It may not be as stimulating for her, but for Harry it was better, and with his strengthened grip he was able to pull Parvati against him unlike he was able to before. Their hips’ rocking almost came to a stop because he was pressing them together with so much force, but yet their animal instincts and need for completion made them continue. It was a good thing Harry was almost at the end of his journey, for a man could easily rub himself raw otherwise.

While this was going on, Hermione continued taking pictures; both of the lesbian couple that was supposed to be center stage, and the sideshow freaks grinding one on top of the other. It had been ages since she’d had any Hermione-like thoughts, and all she was thinking now was, ‘Merlin! I want me some of that!’

Ginny was still straddled over Lavender’s waist, bent at the hips so their bodies were pressed together tightly. Ginny had already worshiped Lavender’s plentiful breasts in spades, and was assaulting the other girl’s mouth and throat without abandon.

Parvati had her eyes glued to the action, as did Harry, while they rode to the top floor in their mutual elevators of love. In the very back of his mind; the part that wasn’t obsessing right now with Parvati’s round ass, her bountiful tits, or her gyrating thrusts; Harry knew he was beyond the point of no return. Even if Snape walked in on him right at that moment, he was doused with ice cold water, Parvati morphed into Crabbe as a Polyjuice Potion wore off, and Rita Skeeter took pictures for a sex-scandal expose on the Boy-Who-Lived, happened all at the same time; Harry knew he didn’t have a chance of cooling off before he’d explode. If at all possible, his balls were drawn up almost inside his body, getting ready to release their immense load.

Parvati felt it too; the slight changes in Harry’s performance. She knew they wouldn’t climax together (that was always wishful thinking), but she wouldn’t be far behind him either. Still, she wanted to make the experience as enjoyable as possible. Keeping one hand on Harry’s thigh to steady herself, she reached under her seat with the other, and grasped for Harry’s dick. It was long, smooth, and burning hot, and Parvati could already feel the stick of Harry’s genes coat her fingers.

“Oh God,” Harry cried out. Even though he was naked and had Parvati riding on top of him, the last thing he expected was for her to do that. “I’m gonna cum!”

Parvati knew, and furiously stroked his prick from that unnatural angle, teasing his balls with her fingertips, while she rocked like her life depended on it from her position. Her orgasm was fast approaching too, and she knew feeling Harry spurt beneath her would catapult her into that glorious bliss.

Harry had already been well on his way before Parvati grabbed him; therefore she only got off three quick strokes before his world exploded in black and white spots that threatened him with unconsciousness. His hands stilled with a tight grip on Parvati’s breasts, his rocking stopped (though hers continued), and as each shot of semen left his body, he punctuated it with an authoritative thrust of his hips. Parvati was moaning continuously at that point, feeling his warm jisum on her hands, and Harry clamped down on her neck in a passionate embrace fearing voicing his own pleasure. The most erotic thing though: the one that made Harry hope that no matter how well Hermione tried to obliviate him in the morning, it wouldn’t work; was the look on Ginny’s and Lavender’s faces.

Not once since the “dare” had started had either of them paid any attention to anyone but themselves, but they must have been listening, for at some moment both girls paused to watch Harry cum. Lavender leaned up on her elbows, while Ginny craned her neck around on her shoulders. Ginny’s hands were still tangled in the flesh of Lavender’s mounds, and the two were grinding their pussies together, but both had their eyes locked on Harry and Parvati, and it was good.

Parvati still stroked him as Harry’s member died down, and most of his spunk landed either in her hand, or on their crossed legs. His gaze met Ginny’s once, and momentarily he fought through his alcohol-induced state and feared her rejection because of his perversion, but that moment passed. In her eyes he saw nothing but understanding and an equal amount of lust, and Harry closed his eyes to savor the last of Parvati’s ministrations. His cock was just twitching at that point, milked of all its seed, but lord, did it still feel good.

“Harry,” Parvati said. “Don’t stop.” She could hardly speak more than a word at a time. “I’m not…done yet.”

Harry didn’t think he could do much more, truthfully, but now that his sexually clouded mind was starting to clear, he moved first one hand, then two down to Parvati’s lap to renew his previous activities. Ginny and Lavender continued to grind and watch, Hermione continued to take pictures, and Parvati continued to rock her hips. She’d sacrificed some of her pleasure to help Harry with his, and now it was time for him to reciprocate.

Cupping his right hand at Parvati’s sex, he grabbed her so low that his fingers reached all the way around to cover her ass, with the heel of his hand pushing against her apex. Her legs were spread wide now, and pressing hard into her like that, Harry was able to glide Parvati back and forth over his lap like a windshield wiper.

His cock was still hard too, though not as much, and each time Harry dragged his former Yule Ball date (who hadn’t had a good time!) towards him with his powerful arms, it pressed against her moist opening, fighting to break through the thin fabric of her ruffled knickers.

With his other hand, Harry pressed higher up on Parvati’s lap, so his palm was right below her navel. Harry wasn’t so inexperienced with women as to not have read up on the subject, and as his one hand moved Parvati while deeply pressing into her sex, his other tickled and caressed her more sensitive spots. The combination of fast and slow, deep and shallow, hard and soft was all too much for Parvati. Harry was still latched onto her neck, sucking and licking her brown skin, and the others’ eyes on her was undeniably hot! It was only two minutes after Harry’s own release that Parvati followed suit.

Bucking uncontrollably, Parvati saw a grin in her lover’s eye as the last thing she witnessed, before her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and wave upon wave assaulted every nerve ending and erogenous zone in her sixteen year old, young nubile body. Harry kept moving his fingers, which was good, and Parvati had to lift her arms and grab around his neck to prevent from sliding out of his lap; she felt like such a puddle of pleasure. Her hands were still sticky from Harry’s cum, and some got in his hair, but Parvati didn’t notice or care as her muscles continued to convulse in what was one of her most mind-blowing orgasms to date. Considering she’s had no penetration or actual genital contact, that was saying something, and Parvati would later come to realize she enjoyed being watched in the throws of passion, and it only added to her satisfaction.

Both satiated, it was another few minutes before either of them could move, mush less attempt to part. Hermione was in awe of what she’d witnessed, and Ginny and Lavender had taken the time to slow down and enjoy a little more compassion and a little less animalistic vehemence in their proceedings.

It was Hermione who broke the silence, and ultimately spurred Ginny on to remove herself from Lavender.

“I am so jealous!” Then she paused, blushed as she realized what she’d said, and added on, “I can’t believe I said that aloud.”

Ginny just laughed as she helped Lavender up into a sitting position, and Harry had the good sense to look at least a little embarrassed. After all, he had more or less just dry-humped his best friend’s roommate not three feet from her, and he’d loved every moment of it.

“Who are you jealous of Herm?” Parvati asked. “Me and Harry, or Gin and Lav?”

“Both, all, either,” she answered back immediately, and then blushed even further. “Dear lord, I am so drunk!”

Lavender smirked that at least Hermione was sounding like she’d be willing to have a good time now. “I think you’ve had enough vodka Hermione. Give someone else the bottle now, you’ve had enough.”

Hermione shook her head like a three year old. “I can’t. Nope, not gonna happen. It’s all gone.” And it really was, for Hermione overturned the clear bottle in front of them all, and the expected liquid that should have spilt out was nowhere to be found.

“Jesus Hermione,” Harry intoned, more than a little surprised. “That bottle was at least a fifth of the way filled when we gave it to you. You were only supposed to take two shots!”

Hermione looked directly at Harry, and with a deadpan expression, just replied, “I was thirsty.” Harry was gob smacked, and his look caused Hermione to absolutely loose it. She laughed unlike any of them had heard before, and even went as far as to roll on her back in exaggerated gestures.

“Um, I think we should maybe put Hermione to bed,” Ginny suggested. “She really doesn’t sound very normal.”

“I’m not normal,” Hermione snapped back, forgetting in an instant that she was supposed to be laughing. “Thanks to you four, your stupid game, and your stupid rules, I’m now drunk off my ass. Which, by the way, Ginny still has to uncover for you all to appreciate. So Ginny, you’re not my mum, and I’m not going to bed. I haven’t been ravished by Harry yet, and god damn it, if anyone here deserves it it’s me! You have a dare to complete Ginny, and now that we don’t have anymore vodka to duel out as punishment for delaying, I’m sure I could think of something else instead. Like maybe showing these pictures to Ron, hmmm? Or posting them in the Slytherin common room? No, I thought not? Parvati and I are still dressed, although Parvati’s tits are hanging out like a slag’s, so GET TO WORK!”

Finished with her tirade, Hermione collapsed back in her spot huffing and puffing, clearly out of breath. She was way beyond tipsy or drunk; that much was obvious; and there was no way Harry could do anything with Hermione now. He’d never stoop so low as to take advantage of his best friend while she was intoxicated, regardless of whether he wanted to or not, and was sorry he wouldn’t get the chance.

On the bright side though, she was ordering Ginny to complete her dare, and damned if Harry wouldn’t mind seeing Ginny take advantage of Hermione in his stead. Maybe she’d even get off her bra and knickers, now that Hermione was in a better mood? Eager to find out, Harry winked at Hermione, and turned to the others.

“You heard her Gin, get on with it!”

Parvati chuckled from her spot, and the slight bouncing brought back familiar feelings in Harry’s nether regions.

“Me next, me next,” Parvati cheered playfully. “Harry made my clothes all sticky, Ginny. Can you please help get me out of them?”

Parvati was delivering her lines with a puppy dog look on her face, and Ginny just had to laugh as she nodded her head yes. If Parvati thought she was going through a repeat performance of what she’d done with Lavender though, she was sorely mistaken. Ginny had spent a good ten minutes undressing the first girl. And although she hadn’t noticed it until just then, her jaw was sore and her tongue was stiff from all the kissing she’d done.

Still, Ginny was more than willing to divest the Asian beauty of her skimpy bedclothes (which she had the decency to pull up over her breasts at least), and crawled on her hands and knees like a tiger again to where she could start. Parvati made to get up off of Harry’s lap, but Ginny reached her destination, and pushed the girl back down.

“Don’t get up just yet,” Ginny delivered with a very adult voice. “Harry might get cold, and we wouldn’t want that. Besides, he might enjoy this as I work my way around him.”

Parvati looked a little disappointed, but Harry was intrigued. How was Ginny going to strip Parvati of her teddy with her still on his lap?

Well, Ginny managed just fine. Just like with Lav, she started by kissing Parvati along her neck and throat, and the action was so close to Harry’s face he could actually smell each of the girls’ fragrant scents. Parvati smelled more raw and sensual (like sex), and Ginny had a clean, slightly cinnamon tang about her. They blended quite nice, and when Ginny moved down to Parvati’s breasts, pushing her top down to clear a path, Harry propped his head over Parvati’s shoulder for a front row seat.

Parvati’s breasts were red and marred from Harry’s rough treatment, and Ginny added to the collection with her nips and licks as she traced her way further down. She wasn’t spending nearly the same amount of time as she had on Lavender, but because Parvati had so recently had an orgasm, that was alright. She was still worked up, and even the smallest tongue flick sent shivers down her spine, which Harry felt as well.

When Ginny could move no further, she urged Parvati to raise her hips, and together they managed to slip the small scrap of fabric down Parvati’s legs. Harry became exposed again at that point, and Ginny had a greedy grin in her eyes as she viewed his satisfied member less than a foot away. Her tongue was dipping into Parvati’s navel, and already Ginny’s hands were working their way under Parvati’s knickers, slowly sliding them down.

When they were low on Parvati’s hips, Ginny switched tactics and moved down a bit, so she could lick the inside of Parvati’s thighs. All the way up her legs she guided her tongue, until like on Lavender, she reached the material of cloth, and licked along the edge. Ginny’s mouth was dangerously close to Harry’s cock, something Ginny had no doubt planned on, and it was all he could do to keep still from her soft moans and warm breath.

Eventually after what seemed like eternity, Ginny pulled Parvati’s panties the rest of the way off, and surprised everyone by sliding her hands between Parvati’s rear and Harry’s legs, and lifting the other girl towards herself.

“Help me support Parvati, Harry,” she whispered. Harry had no complaints, and held Parvati in the small of her back as she thrust her hips towards Ginny’s sensual mouth. Parvati’s privates were completely bare (a rumor Harry had always heard, but never believed), and the lack of cover gave all five of them a perfect view as Ginny licked around Parvati’s opening timidly, as if afraid of moving any closer to the center.

Off to the side Lavender was casually rubbing her breasts with one hand, and caressing Parvati’s outstretched foot with the other. Hermione had her camera out again (how much film did she have?), but was also looking flustered. Small moans and sighs also escaped her mouth, as it seemed that her lowered inhibitions were finally allowing her to get some fulfillment of such an erotic display.

It wasn’t long before Ginny grew bold enough to move past teasing Parvati with her shyness and lick her slit properly. She had no idea what she was doing, at least from a giving end, but just decided to mimic what she thought she might herself enjoy. From Parvati’s vocal delights, it must have been good enough. Ginny’s first foray into cunnilingus was a long, broad stroke with her tongue right up the middle of Parvati’s opening. She stopped just as her tongue landed on a swollen clitoris, and Harry swore he saw her wiggle her tongue before breaking contact, and repeating the move.

After that Ginny began to explore, never delving into Parvati’s quim too far, but always touching new and exciting places. Parvati’s labia, the perineum right in front of her anus, the sensitive hood of her clit, and finally the little bud beneath that same hood.

Parvati was bucking again into Ginny’s embrace, and Harry’s sweaty hands were loosing their grip on her when Ginny decided she’d finally had enough. She was no expert in oral sex by far; had only read and heard about it; and Lavender on-looking (who had much more experience) was making her feel uneasy. Deciding to change positions again, she backed away as Parvati collapsed on Harry’s lap.

“Parvati,” Ginny said, “stand up and lean over Harry’s shoulder.”

It was an odd request, but after yet another incredible orgasm (was it her third of fourth?), who was she to complain? So Parvati stood after steadying her legs, and turned around to face Harry, gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and then bent over his right shoulder, so her ass was in the air. So knew well enough to arch her back so Ginny would have better access without being told, and did so immediately. Ginny was pleased, and rewarded her with another broad stroke up her pussy much to Harry’s delight. The action was back to being right in Harry’s face, and his cock was slowly coming back to life with the non-stop stimuli.

Ginny had had her fill of snatch though, and mostly just kissed and licked Parvati’s ripe ass as it was proudly displayed. Occasionally she would lick circles around Parvati’s puckered brown hole, or dip in for another solitary poke at her cunny, but then she’d move right back to worshiping that ass. Harry couldn’t blame her, as Parvati really did have a nice bum!

Once Ginny had stopped and bravely leant in for a kiss from Harry. Parvati whimpered at the loss of contact, but Ginny’s soulful intense kiss was short. Harry could taste Parvati’s musk on Ginny’s tongue, and knew he’d kill to have more kisses like that. After whispering “I want you to do this to me later tonight” in Harry’s ear, Ginny returned to Parvati.

“Mmmm, that was heavenly,” was what Parvati had to say when it was all over. She’s only spent maybe three minutes bent over Harry’s shoulder before Ginny stopped her actions and patted Parvati on the back to let her know she was done. Still, with one more girl for Ginny to undress, and the rest of the night to get to, Parvati didn’t mind too much ending prematurely.

“Your turn, Hermione,” Harry informed her. He’s been looking forward to this ever since he’d dared Ginny, and was glad she was the last of the females to be disrobed. Even though Parvati and Lavender were beautiful, and Parvati’s lap dance was thrilling, Harry thought there was something about seeing his two best friends undress each other, when he’d never thought of them in that way before. Well, maybe he’d thought about it, but never expected to see it.

“She’s not going to be easy,” Lavender pointed out. Harry happened to agree. Even as drunk as she was, Hermione would no doubt interrupt Ginny and ruin the mood any chance she got.

“Let’s just hold her down,” Parvati suggested.

Hermione huffed. “I’m right here you know, and I will not be tied down like some livestock animal!”

Ginny smiled at Harry, and then at Parvati and nodded. “Yup, hold her down.”

“No!” But it was too late. Even as Hermione complained, the three already naked teenagers leapt upon her, using their combined strength to drag Hermione down into a prone position. She was on her stomach now, with her head cushioned in Harry’s lap, and each one of her feet held by her room mates.

“Harry, get that monster away from my face!” In all the playful commotion, Harry didn’t even realize that Hermione’s face was literally inches from his semi rigid penis. He had to use his hands to hold her shoulders still, and therefore was leaning forward from his seat, and that put him in a very awkward position.

“No,” Ginny said, coming up with another wicked idea. “Hermione, I like seeing Harry’s prick so close to you mouth like that. You should too, if you’d just have some fun. If you don’t like it, then close your eyes.”

Hermione just whimpered, and complained that she couldn’t keep her eyes closed with such a view to feast on. Yet she still felt very embarrassed being so close to Harry’s nakedness, and the others knew she wouldn’t relax until the problem was solved.

“Maybe we should just switch spots,” Harry suggested to the other girls. “I could hold her feet, and one of you could hold her shoulders.”

“I don’t think either of us are strong enough Harry, and you know she’s going to squirm,” Lavender answered back. Let’s just blindfold her and be done with it.”

“What can we use?” Ginny wondered.

This time it was Harry who had an evil idea. The last of Parvati’s clothing were still hanging off the bedpost where someone had moved them, and by stretching out his arm, he was just able to pick up the piece he was looking for.

“Allow me,” Harry smirked. “I think this will do nicely.”

“Harry, what on earth are you putting on my head?” Hermione was still lying on her stomach, and to prevent looking at Harry’s dick, had buried her face in the soft sheets.

Harry didn’t bother to answer as he slipped the scrap of material over her head and pulled the front down to cover her eyes. It was an uncomfortable fit, but it did the job, and now Hermione would be properly blind.

“Eww, this is sticky! Is this a used towel or something? And what’s that smell? It seems familiar.”

All of the girls were shocked that Harry had placed Parvati’s discarded knickers over Hermione’s head, but were very turned on by it as well. They knew Hermione wouldn’t approve though, and therefore no one answered her questions.

“Harry? Ginny? Will someone answer me god damn it!”

Ginny’s mouth crept into a smile, and she lifted her finger to her lips to signal the others to remain silent. Blind, and totally in the hands of her captors, Harry only thought it fitting that Hermione get a taste of her own medicine, after hexing him into a body bind and torturing him like she did.

Parvati and Lavender were game as well, and with everyone’s consent, Ginny bent down to Hermione’s stretched out body. Like with the others she started to lick and kiss Hermione’s legs and the inside of her knees, and Harry really did have to use all his strength to prevent his best friend’s escape.

“Ginny! Ohhh, please stop. That feels too good; it isn’t right.”

Her protests fell on deaf ears though. Ginny continued to move down Hermione’s legs, actually sucking on her feet and toes, and Hermione pleaded with them all to release her. Just as Ginny was flicking the soft webbing of flesh between her big and second toe though, Hermione finally stopped asking them to stop, and just settled into silent arousal; unable to ignore her body’s reaction.

When a full minute had gone by, and still Hermione hadn’t renewed her complaints, Ginny smiled at Harry and moved back up the girl’s legs. She knew she’d won, at least temporarily, and planned to take full advantage of that fact.

Parvati and Lavender planned to take full advantage of something else, meanwhile. Now that Hermione’s feet were slippery with Ginny’s saliva, and they were strategically placed in their naked laps, Lavender had the good idea to scoot forwards and rub her roommate’s foot against her moist vagina. Hermione knew right away what was happening, but instead of arguing, flinched at first by jumping in place, and shifting her foot upwards in a twitch. That only caused her pedicured toes though to brush against Lavender’s clit, and Lavender liked that even better.

Viewing her lover’s success, Parvati soon followed suit with Hermione’s other foot, and even directed the toes shallowly in and out of her own opening. Hermione continued to physically protest for awhile, which caused Parvati and Lavender to use both hands to grasp each leg, but like before, after a minute gave in to the inevitable and relented.

Free from having to use all their strength, both Lav and Parvati freed one of their hands for another task, and touched themselves and each other seeking more pleasure. Now that they were sitting side by side as well, they also resumed their previous fevered kissing. Parvati was rocking her hips again into Hermione’s petite foot, and Lavender moved into a more comfortable position. Away from Indian style, she instead uncrossed her legs and raised her knees, so Harry had a perfect view of what she was doing with Hermione’s foot. Harry was getting hard again.

And his hardness made its confirmed comeback when Ginny reached Hermione’s boxers, and slowly slid them down the prone girl’s legs. Harry had already seen a peek of Hermione’s knickers and knew they were a dark color, but nothing prepared him for what they turned out to be.

Unlike what he expected from his serious, practical friend, Hermione Granger was wearing he sexiest pair of underwear he’d ever seen!

A deep navy blue with lace accents, the way they stretched across her ass cheeks looked like they ought to pop a stitch. The material was also thin, silk he thought, and Harry could see her every curve behind the near transparent fabric. They were also cut much differently than Parvati’s knickers had been; had more skin showing; and had Harry known any better, he would have recognized the Brazilian style right away.

“Hermione’s got the sexiest underwear of any Gryffindor girl,” Ginny broke the silence with a whisper. “Wizarding versions just can’t compare with popular muggle fashion.”

Harry only nodded, not moving his gaze from Hermione’s unbelievable backside. There wasn’t a single tan line on her creamy skin, nor a hint of cellulite on her smooth thighs, nor a single hair, blemish, or bruise anywhere in view. Ginny was just as impressed as Harry, and after she passed the boxers to Parvati to extricate from Hermione’s legs, bent down to pay her respects.

It wasn’t much different than what she’d done with the other girls. Ginny placed kisses all around Hermione’s knickers, and then placed some kisses through the silk right on her bum. Using her tongue, Ginny was able to get the material sufficiently damp to look like wet tissue paper, and if they showed off a lot before, it was nothing to what they showed off now.

Harry was so turned on that he couldn’t help but stroke himself softly, and thankfully Hermione didn’t take advantage of his using only one arm to restrain her. Briefly Harry wondered what she’d do if she knew he was wanking himself not inches from her face, and considered removing her blindfold. But on the off chance that she would freak, he squelched that thought, and moved his attention back to Ginny.

When Ginny had had her fill of Hermione’s backside, they all flipped Hermione on her back together. Her knickers from the front angle were just as sexy, and not a stray hair or loose thread ruined the perfect sight. In fact, through the thin fabric Harry thought he could see a darkened patch of hair, and stroked himself double time in response.

Ginny moved from her side position and straddled Hermione’s chest, actually sitting on her breasts facing away from Harry. That caused Hermione to exhale a sharp breath, but she relaxed into a steady breathing pattern once Ginny leaned forward and started to kiss her ankles and shins.

Harry was busy looking at Hermione’s covered breasts now that his other view was obstructed, and couldn’t wait for Ginny to remove the thin wife beater. Which is why he missed out on most of what Ginny was doing; until she took off her own nightgown at least.

With a practiced movement, Ginny crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her shirt, and lifted it up and over her head in one swift movement. Stripping herself hadn’t been part of the dare, Harry vaguely considered, but he was glad she wasn’t being picky. Most likely if she didn’t undress herself it would have happened anyway in the next dare, so he was glad Ginny was taking the initiative.

Harry was also appreciative of the new view. Ginny’s bare back was thin compared to the others he’d seen, but that was only because she was more athletic, and less curvy than even Hermione. She also had a tan line where it looked like a bikini top had been, and Harry liked the contrast between the pale white of her natural color, and the fading burn from her summer tan.

Ginny’s knickers weren’t anything spectacular either, especially compared to Hermione’s, but somehow that suited her. No Weasley could afford such expensive undergarments, and the plain white panties looked very good on Ginny’s small, almost boyish rear end.

Ginny peaked over her shoulder to see Harry’s reaction, and was pleased to see him focusing on her ass. Not ready yet to turn around, she spent another few moments licking Hermione’s knee caps while she gathered her courage.

When she did turn around, she knew she needn’t fear Harry’s reaction. Although stereotypically she had the least feminine body type there, the look Harry gave her as his eyes roamed over her pert naked breasts were just as lust fueled as any looks he’d given Parvati or Lavender. In Harry’s mind, although not as attractive as Parvati’s (but really, whose were?), Ginny’s breasts were more so than Lav’s, and Hermione’s still remained an unknown. With no droop and flawlessly centered nipples, they were about the size of a perfect mouthful really, and Harry though he could spend the rest of his days proving just that. And each breast was surrounded by tan lines, forming small triangle that were only millimeters away from her nipples. That Ginny wore such revealing swimsuits was another huge turn on.

“Help me with her shirt, Harry,” Ginny instructed. Hermione moaned, and Harry was spurred into action (and away from staring at Ginny’s breasts) by the sound.

Together, both helped get the thin shirt off Hermione, and it revealed not a white bra like Harry had thought, but a light pink one instead. It was made of the same silk as her knickers, but in a different style, and Harry could see a clasp holding the two sides together in the front. And even though her underwear didn’t match (that is always sexier, isn’t it?), Harry was again blown away with how turned on he was getting from his best friend, and his other friend’s little sister. Parvati and Lavender were somewhere in the background he knew, but Harry didn’t bat a single eye at them. Right now he was solely concerned with the two gorgeous girls in front of him, and that was more than enough.

Free to continue her administrations, Ginny scooted back down to sit on Hermione’s thighs, and bent forward to kiss the valley between her breasts. They looked just as perfect as Parvati’s in their confines, but Harry knew looks could be deceiving, and minus the pink bra that could change. Still, the sight was erotic, and both Ginny and Hermione looked like they were enjoying themselves.

When Ginny had finished there, she moved underneath the bra’s cups and tickled Hermione’s sensitive ribcage, and even licked under her arms where the swell of her breasts curved outward. Like with Parati, occasionally Ginny would straighten out to give Harry a kiss or nibble his lip, and then just as he’d reach to pull her in closer, would mischievously back away and return to Hermione.

All this time Hermione remained quiet. She hadn’t said one word since her initial complaints before her feet were grabbed by Lavender and Parvati, but a few moments later she did break her silence.

Ginny had just smiled up at Harry, and then dove down to lick at where Hermione’s nipples were through her bra, when Hermione bucked up and whimpered, “Oh yes!”

That was all the encouragement Ginny needed to redouble her efforts, and soon Hermione’s bra was just as wet and well covered as the back of her knickers had been. Ginny was taking whole mouthfuls in at once, and Hermione was loving it. Maybe it was the fact that she was drunk, or perhaps because she had on a blindfold that reeked of sex and might be influencing her; but whatever the reason, Hermione didn’t complain one iota under Ginny’s hedonistic ministrations.

Eventually though, all good things must come to an end, and Ginny soon stood up and dismounted Hermione. Her knickers had been lost at some point; probably taken away by Lavender or Parvati when Harry wasn’t looking, and Ginny was a truly beautiful sight. She had neither the full bush of hair like Lavender, nor the bare skin of Parvati. Ginny’s lower lips were covered in soft downy curls of deep auburn, and Harry thought he might offer up his own services to take a closer look. But the game was still on, and even though Hermione remained blindfolded and silent, it was Ginny’s turn to ask the fateful question, and so far only one person had yet to been addressed.

“Lavender,” she put forward, “truth or dare?”

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AN: Again, sorry about the delay, but AFF.net’s been having more problems, and my main fic at FF.net was just deleted, which took some air out of my sails. It’s back now (admins. admitted mistake), but all that, plus the recent Thanksgiving holidays, took up most of my time these past few weeks. I’m back now though, and seeing as how this fic’s winding down (only a few more chapters; maybe 3), I promise to get back to updating as promised. I hoped a lot of you like this new chapter. Long, isn’t it? It was also a challenge to write because Harry and Parvati “pop” mid-chapter, and it was a good writing exercise trying to keep readers’ interest until the end of the chapter. We’re way beyond light petting and kissing now, so expect some hard-core action in the next chapter. If all goes as planned, I’ll have this fic complete by X-mas.

Ross

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Review Responses:

Amniarix – You think smut is my forte? I happen to disagree. It’s a nice change of pace, but writing this fic (especially this last chapter) is like pulling teeth compared to writing PoT. Not that I’m having a very hard time, but with PoT the magic just flows. With this one, I actually have to think about what I want to write, and how I want to say it. It’s harder than it sounds, but I’m glad at least my efforts are being well received. As for your request, sorry, I don’t take them. Where did you here that? H and Hr will have their moment though, don’t worry.

Lorett – Why wouldn’t Ginny be attracted to girls? With so many brothers growing up, she’s bound to pick up some confusing feelings. Or at least, that’s how I like to picture it. And I’ve taken your advice about Hermione towards Harry to heart, and you’ll see me address her feelings about him next chapter. If you want emails about when I update, I suggest joining my Yahoo! Group. A link’s on my bio page. In the group you can also read what else I’ve written (“Power of Time”). This however, is my only fic above a PG-13 rating.

Morrison – Me too bud. That’s the point, isn’t it?

Pixi – If petrificus were available in the real world, imagine the possibilities! The ultimate form of bondage, I’d think.

Anon - I do like writing smut occasionally, but this will probably be my only attempt. I do have an idea for a MWPP ficlet about them going to see “Rocky Horror” that is a side-story to my main fic, which could be smut, but I don’t think I will make it so. So I’m afraid if you want to read more of my writings, you’ll have to read the family friendly material. And no, I won’t be using an erection spell. That’s just silly, and kinda defeats the purpose of this fic. No magical Viagra for me, thanks. As for my spelling, well, let’s just say I’m not as concerned over errors in this fic than I am in my main one. One day I’ll do a final proofread, but for now I just post once I finish writing.

Steph – I never said I didn’t want any H/Hr, I only said that it wouldn’t be the main pairing within this fic. There will be some stuff, don’t you worry your pretty little head.

A fan – Sorry, no. Harry’s scar holds no power to defend against obliviation, and that can’t save him. If you think about it, what difference does it make if Harry can remember this night or not, as long as we, the readers can? That’s the important point, isn’t it?

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