The Inadequate Life

“No!” Neville cried, lunging across the tall, thin table he was working on and grabbing Lavender’s hand before she dumped compost on the potted flowers in front of her. “They take news parchment instead of soil!”

Lavender plunked the jar of compost down on the table. “Well, how was I supposed to know that?” she asked obnoxiously.

Neville bit back a retort that the evidence was right there in the flowers’ pots. “You said you knew how to deal with Matriculating Magnolias!”

“No, I said I recognized them!” Lavender snapped. “They look just like that magnolias that grow near my mum’s house! And those ones live in dirt!”

Neville hardly knew where to begin; his first thought was to point out that compost wasn’t the same thing as dirt, but knew it would go in one of Lavender’s ears and out the other. “Those were probably regular magnolias, then,” he said through gritted teeth. “Because these ones will die if you put them in soil or compost.” He pointed. “That sack has new parchment shreddings in it. Just pull out all the old stuff—the ink should all be gone—and pack new shreddings around them. They’ll move out of the way for you, it’s easy.”

Grumbling, Lavender took a bucket and went to get some of the shredded parchments. Neville closed his eyes and sighed. It was only the second day since Lavender and Parvati had started ‘helping’ him in the greenhouse, and Neville was about ready to strangle both of them.

It wasn’t that Lavender and Parvati were stupid, because they weren’t—they were both rather intelligent. And the two girls weren’t even acting as vapidly as they had when they’d all been students… Neville assumed that they’d had some sense of the war’s seriousness knocked into them recently. And it wasn’t that they weren’t trying, because they really were. It was just that they didn’t care about plants.

Neville was hardly surprised by that. Herbology wasn’t a popular subject, and most Hogwarts students gave it up after they’d taken their OWLs. It was hard for plants to seem interesting when compared to Defense Against the Dark Arts or Potions, or even Care of Magical Creatures (even thought a lot of plants were just as animated as the creatures they learned about). That was a big part of why Neville was so unique, and therefore valuable—he actually found the plants fascinating, and granted them due respect. It was no wonder he could focus so well on them, and remember the proper care for each.

By the time Neville’s sixth year at Hogwarts was over, he was by far the best Herbology student in the school. In truth, at that point there were only fourteen others that had continued Herbology after their OWLs. Six of them were graduating Seventh-Year students; three of them Neville didn’t know, two Ravenclaws and one Hufflepuff who weren’t in the D.A.; three were Harry, Ron and Hermione, and they were far too busy to spend much time in the greenhouse; and the other two were Susan and Hannah.

Neville wished he could have Susan and Hannah helping him in the greenhouse. The two Hufflepuff girls were almost as interested in Herbology as Neville was, and they were very good with the plants; but Neville was thinking of Susan back when they’d been on good terms; at the moment he didn’t think having them working together would be a good idea, considering how angry Susan still was with him.

No matter how hard he’d tried, Neville simply couldn’t think of a way to make up with Susan—at least, no way that furious involve his breaking off with Pansy, which he wasn’t going to do. He couldn’t reason with Susan since her reaction was purely emotional, and he didn’t want to risk making things worse by trying to be reasonable in the face of her anger.

Still, Susan had been one of his best friends, and he missed being close with her. He hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d told Pansy that, if he’d run into Susan first the night he’d returned to the D.A. instead of Pansy, he’d probably have ended up in a relationship with Susan instead. It was a very strange thought, considering how things had actually fallen out, but not an unpleasant one.

The current results of his decisions were starting to give Neville a headache. It was only to be expected that he was feeling tetchy—in less than two days, Parvati and Lavender had caused more trouble in the greenhouse than the Death Eaters who’d attacked Neville at his job had. And they hadn’t even done it on purpose… at least, as far as Neville could tell.

“Neville,” Parvati said from behind him, “I ran out of that dragon-dung fertilizer you gave me for the leaping toadstools, and the blasted things are getting everywhere! Where do you keep the rest? Is it in here?”

“I think we might be out,” Neville said, turning. When he saw which door Parvati was heading for his face went white. “Don’t go in there!” he yelped, sprinting toward her.

“It can’t hurt to check, maybe there’s some on a shelf,” Parvati said stubbornly as she approached the heavy wooden door with the sealed edges.

“NO!!” Parvati’s hand was on the doorknob when Neville grabbed her, pulling her bodily away from the door. “Bloody hell, Parvati!” he shouted furiously. “The Last Rites plant is in there!”

Parvati blanched, and with good reason; everyone in the D.A. had heard about the Last Rites plant, and the half-dozen ways it could kill a person. When Neville had been Obliviated and left the D.A. for a while, no one else had felt competent enough to take care of it, and when Neville returned the Last Rites had been on the verge of dying—which would have made it even more difficult to take care of. Neville had done a masterful job of nursing it back to health… which meant that it was as deadly as ever.

“When I say not to do something, I’m not just being paranoid!” Neville snapped, finally letting his frustration get the better of him. “I’m trying to keep you from killing the plants, or keeping the plants from killing you! This isn’t Greenhouse One and you’re not first-years having Professor Sprout lead you through everything by the hand! I don’t have time to watch you every second if you’re not going to pay attention!”

Parvati’s jaw dropped at Neville’s outburst, but her shocked expression was quickly replace with a scowl. “Fine then!” she said sharply. “I’ll spare you the bother! I quit! I hate working with plants!”

“Me too!” Lavender agreed, joining Parvati as she stormed to the exit. “Harry should never have assigned us to help in here—he knows neither of us like it! Get over your stupid fight with Susan and get her and Hannah to help you!”

The door slammed shut and Neville sighed, he had to admit, with relief. He’d let Harry deal with Lavender and Parvati from now on… he’d probably get a lot more done by himself than with them around almost getting killed six times a day.

*****

“Now I feel sort of guilty,” Lavender confessed as she and Parvati headed for the stairs to the third floor.

“What?” Parvati said, surprised. “Lav, we were making a mess in there! We were completely the wrong choice for—”

“No, I don’t mean I’m guilty about leaving,” Lavender interrupted. “Harry really was silly to give us that assignment. But I feel bad for Neville… now he won’t have any help at all!”

“Oh.” Parvati shrugged. “Well, no help is better than help from us, right?” Lavender grinned embarrassedly. “Besides, I’m sure Harry will get someone else to help Neville once he hears.”

“If he’s smart, it’ll be Susan and Hannah,” Lavender said. “Even accounting for Susan being angry with Neville, there’s still no one better in the D.A. at Herbology—besides Neville himself, that is.”

“True. Say,” Parvati said slyly, “do you think it’s true? About Susan and Hannah?”

“What about them?” Lavender asked, and when Parvati waggled her eyebrows Lavender gasped. “You mean…?”

“That’s what I heard,” Parvati said smugly. “From right after Susan’s fight with Neville. I bet it’s true—they’ve been acting even more cozy than usual lately.”

“You’ve been looking, have you?” Lavender asked naughtily.

“Would you be jealous if I have been?”

“No, but I’m kind of turned on,” Lavender murmured with a little smirk. “Too bad your sister’s busy, or…”

“Or what, you evil bitch?” Parvati whispered accusingly, although the laugh kind of spoiled it. “I swear, the second we get back to our room—”

“Parvati? Lavender? Um… can we talk to you for a second?”

The two girls had almost reached their room on the third floor, but spun around when they heard their names. Dean was standing just outside his door, and Seamus was poking his head out from the room. They both looked kind of tense. “Yeah, sure Dean,” Parvati said, turning and walking back to the boys, Lavender right behind her. “What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

“Er… not exactly,” Seamus said, ducking his head. He was blushing. “Maybe we could go inside? And talk in private?”

Lavender and Parvati were both confused, but seeing no reason not to trust Seamus and Dean, they allowed themselves to be ushered into Dean’s room. Dean shut the door behind them while Seamus offered the girls chairs. Then he and Dean stood in front of the bed, looking nervous. “Well?” Parvati said finally when neither boy spoke. “What’s going on?”

“Right… um, well it’s like this,” Dean said. “Last week, Seamus and I made a bet.”

“A bet? About what?” Lavender asked.

“It doesn’t matter,” Seamus said quickly, making both girls raise their eyebrows in surprise. “But the thing is, neither of us won, exactly.”

Lavender frowned. “How can you both lose a bet? Wasn’t it either/or?”

“We didn’t lose, either,” Dean said. “We, um… the bet was based on time; Seamus bet that—that it would take under a certain amount of time, and I bet it would take over another amount. But when we did it, the time was right in between.”

“Oh.” Parvati gave them a suspicious look. “What exactly were you betting on?”

“Er…” Dean and Seamus exchanged a glance. “I guess we have to,” Seamus muttered, blushing more deeply.

Dean shrugged. “I bet Seamus that I could get him off in under forty seconds,” he explained. “And he bet me that I couldn’t do it in under a minute.”

Lavender and Parvati’s jaws dropped. “You—you mean—?” Lavender murmured weakly. Dean and Seamus both nodded. “Oh, my…” An image popped into Lavender’s mind, of Seamus naked and propped against the post of the bed behind him, with Dean on his knees and Seamus’ cock in his mouth… Lavender felt herself getting wet just thinking about it. “Oh, my,” she said again.

“You’re serious?” Parvati gasped. “You two are—?” Seamus and Dean both nodded again. “Have you been—been doing if for a long time?”

“Um, on and off for a couple of years now,” Dean said. “You know, for fun.”

“But you went out with Ginny last year!” Parvati said accusatorially to Dean. “Were you—?”

“No, no, we stopped while they were dating!” Seamus said. “Dean wouldn’t do that!”

“Oh. Good,” Parvati said, mollified. “So what does this have to do with us?”

“Well, when we… er, did it,” Dean said, “it took exactly forty seven seconds—right in between the times.”

“So you didn’t know what to do?”

“No, we knew,” Seamus said, now so red that he looked sunburned. “We figured it out beforehand.”

“So what was it?” Lavender asked; she suspected—or at least hoped—that she knew the answer.

“We, um… we said that if it fell in that middle range,” Dean told them hesitantly, “that we would ask the two of you—” He gulped. “—that we would ask the two of you if you wanted to, um, join us.”

Lavender and Parvati just stared, unable to believe it. Dean and Seamus felt more and more humiliated the longer the girls stared—both of them had been certain it would be stupid to ask, but a bet was a bet. After a long, tense moment, Lavender leaned over and whispered in Parvati’s ear: “I want to!”

“Dear Merlin, so do I,” Parvati whispered back while the boys squirmed. “But we can’t just—I mean, the nerve of them presuming—!”

“I have an idea,” Lavender said. “We get to have our cake and eat it too. Play along, okay? And act furious.” Parvati nodded, and they straightened up, scowling. Seamus and Dean shrank back. “I don’t believe a word you just said,” Lavender said scornfully. “Either of you! You just made up that bet story because you’re both horny! You two haven’t been shagging any more than Ron and Neville have!”

Seamus blanched slightly. “Eurgh, there’s a thought,” he muttered.

“We have been,” Dean assured them. “Really! I—”

“Prove it,” Lavender interrupted.

Dean and Seamus froze. “What?” Seamus squeaked.

“Prove it,” Lavender repeated. “In fact, you can just duplicate what you did for your supposed ‘bet’—assuming you two really were shagging, then it shouldn’t be a big deal, right?” She leaned back, and when Seamus and Dean continued to gape she snorted smugly. “That’s what I thought. They just made the whole thing up to try to get in our knickers, Parvati!”

“I’m not surprised,” Parvati said dismissively.

“Wait a second,” Dean said. He grabbed Seamus’ collar and pulled him over to whisper in his ear; “Let’s do it!”

“What?” Seamus hissed. “We can’t—”

“Why not? We want to shag them, they’d see us naked in that case anyway! And I think that they think it’s a hot idea, so maybe it’ll make them want to!”

“You’re out of your mind,” Seamus whispered. “They’re not into it at all!”

“Yes they are,” Dean insisted. “I’ll prove it.” Before Seamus could react, Dean dropped to his knees. “Okay,” he said, tugging at Seamus’ trousers. “We’ll prove it to you girls.”

Parvati and Lavender both looked like they couldn’t believe the boys were actually complying. Seamus, for his part, was still protesting albeit weakly) when Dean pulled his trousers down, taking the boxers with them.

Lavender gasped.

“Merlin, it’s huge!” Parvati blurted out before she could stop herself, and then slapped a hand over her mouth, blushing furiously.

Seamus tried not to preen. “Yeah, and it’s a right pain to make fit,” Dean said with a smirk. He reached up and wrapped his long fingers around Seamus’ impressive cock. Seamus gritted his teeth, but didn’t say anything as his cock gave a little twitch.

“I bet it is,” Lavender replied, still staring and thinking how badly she wanted to try.

Dean flexed his jaw a bit, and then leaned in and took the head of Seamus’ cock in his mouth. Seamus grunted, and Lavender and Parvati both let little squeals of delight slip out. Up until that moment neither of them had been sure Dean would actually go through with it, not with an audience. But apparently he had less of a hang-up about it than Seamus did.

Not wanting to embarrass himself further by being unable to keep it up, Seamus closed his eyes so he couldn’t see his surprise audience. He focused on what Dean was doing to him, and also on the potential prize if Lavender and Parvati liked what they saw—which judging by the excited whispers he heard, they did…

“That is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen!” Lavender whispered in Parvati’s ear. Her jeans, which she’d worn for practicality while working in the greenhouse, felt far too tight; she wanted nothing more than to shove them off, put her hand inside her knickers and rub herself raw. That, or climb up on Seamus and see how much of that gorgeous cock she could fit in her cunt.

“Same here,” Parvati retorted. “Lav, I don’t know if I can just sit here and pretend to be angry much longer—not with this show in front of us!”

Lavender agreed. “The hell with it,” she said, and pushed herself out of her chair. To Dean’s surprise, Lavender dropped to her knees beside him, nudged him out of the way, and grasped Seamus’ cock.

Seamus started at the feel of a much smaller, softer hand than Dean’s. He opened his eyes and was utterly gobsmacked to see Lavender grinning up at him, her hand lazily stroking up and down his length. “Ack,” he croaked.

“You convinced us,” was all Lavender said by way of explanation before leaning in and trailing her tongue slowly up Seamus. When she swirled her tongue around his tip, then closed her lips around him and sucked hard, Seamus moaned and almost fell, barely catching himself on the bed post.

Dean looked over at Parvati; she had undone her own jeans, and her hand was inside, stroking her cunt. “D’you want some help with that?” Dean offered with a waggle of his eyebrows.

“Oh, I’m fine for now, thanks,” Parvati replied, and wet her lips enticingly. “But I think Lavender might want some help.”

Lavender pulled her mouth off of Seamus long enough to mumble “Yes, please.”

Dean, still shocked that the girls were going along with them so readily, moved behind Lavender, who was still on her knees. He reached around her and began undoing her trousers; Lavender, without taking her attention from Seamus, pressed back until her bum rubbed against Dean’s crotch. Dean bit his lip to keep from groaning; he gripped Lavender’s hips and pulled her back so he could grind his incredibly hard cock against her. Her hips moved encouragingly, and it felt so good that Dean didn’t want to break the contact, not even to get Lavender’s clothes off. He slid one hand up ad cupped her breast, rolling it in his palm in time with the thrusts of his hips.

After watching Dean grind against Lavender for over a minute, Parvati was so aroused that she was trembling. She shoved her other hand inside her knickers, passing its fingers rapidly back and forth over her clit while two fingers from the other hand worked inside her. She came quickly, clenching her teeth to keep from making too much noise; however, when she opened her eyes again she saw Seamus looking at her with a little smirk—apparently he’d enjoyed watching her almost as much as she enjoyed watching Dean grind himself against Lavender.

Dean still hadn’t moved. Parvati redid her jeans so they wouldn’t fall, and stood up a bit shakily. She walked over until she was standing next to Dean and Lavender, neither of whom noticed she was there. Parvati noticed that Dean’s eyes had closed. The expression on his face was very sexy, but Parvati knew Lavender, and the other girl wouldn’t put up with waiting much longer. So Parvati slapped Dean lightly on the back of the head. “Ow!” he exclaimed, opening his eyes and frowning at Parvati.

“You’ve got distracted,” Parvati said unapologetically. When Dean stared at her blankly, she pointed at Lavender’s hips; Dean had let go and their bodies had slid apart, and Lavender’s loosened jeans had slipped down a bit, revealing the tops of her knickers. “Stop being so selfish,” Parvati mock-chided, “unless you want Lav to take back her permission!”

Dean didn’t need telling twice. He pulled Lavender’s jeans down over her hips, revealing the lovely curve of her slim arse. Lavender allowed herself to be maneuvered so Dean could get her trousers completely off—all without halting her ministrations to Seamus’ cock. “I don’t get it,” Dean confessed to Parvati as the two of them stood watching Lavender reduce Seamus to a brain-dead idiot. “Seamus never lasts this long.”

“Lavender is very good at teasing you to the brink of insanity,” Parvati said, reaching around to swat Dean on the arse. “Maybe if you’re lucky her jaw won’t be too worn out once she’s through with Seamus. Now stop stalling!”

“I’m not stalling,” Dean protested indignantly as he got back down on his knees. “Why would I keep myself from this?” Without waiting for a response, Dean nudged Lavender’s legs until her knees were about two thirds of a meter apart. Then he reversed himself and laid on his back, and scooted forward until his head was directly beneath Lavender. Grinning, he reached up and pulled Lavender’s knickers aside. His breath caught a bit when he got his first glimpse of Lavender’s cunt; she was wet and hot, and there was no resistance when he pressed a finger between her lips into her, feeling the pressure of her tight walls.

Lavender whimpered around Seamus’ cock and tried to press down onto Dean’s hand. Dean responded to her unspoken demand by wrapping an arm around her leg to keep her still, tilting his head up and licking Lavender’s cunt all around his finger. Her whimper turned into a moan as he added another finger, and she would have bucked right off of him if his arm hadn’t held her firmly in place. In no time at all, Lavender was experiencing a level of torment akin to what she was putting Seamus through.

Parvati was almost drooling at the sight of Lavender with Seamus at one end and Dean at the other. She was also insanely jealous. And since both boys’ attention was squarely on Lavender, Parvati was going to have to take the initiative in order to join in the impromptu gathering.

Dropping to her knees, Parvati quickly and efficiently divested Dean of his trousers and boxer shorts. She almost swooned when she saw Dean’s painfully hard cock; it wasn’t quite as large as Seamus’, but it was still quite impressive. She was already very wet from getting herself off, but Parvati felt another rush of arousal as her fingertips lightly traced over the skin of Dean’s shaft.

Dean’s hips bucked slightly at the touch, trying to increase the contact; Parvati chuckled and complied, grasping his cock and squeezing. “I hope you enjoy this, Dean,” she said with an evil smile. “I don’t have as much experience with boys as Lavender does, but I’ll do my best.”

It was a good thing that Parvati thought to straddle Dean’s legs, because when she ran her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip, he bucked again and almost put her eye out. Parvati shifted so that more of her weight was holding him down, and began nipping lightly with her teeth at the soft skin near the base of his cock, working her way up until her teeth were grazing delicately across the ridges of his glans. Then, without giving Dean any warning, Parvati worked her lips around him until the top four inches of his cock were in her mouth, and began sucking as hard as she could. Dean’s head fell away from Lavender and thunked on the floor; “Oh, Merlin Morgana and Mopsus!” he groaned.

Parvati’s mouth slowly worked their way up Dean, the suction tugging hard, until her lips slid off his tip. “Don’t stop what you’re doing to Lav,” she warned, “or I’ll stop too.”

Lavender, who’d paused in tormenting Seamus and was whining in complaint at Dean for stopping, whimpered “Thank yooouuuuuohMerlinYES!” as Dean’s fingers began pumping inside her again.

Parvati decided she couldn’t wait any longer for her own pleasure; bringing herself off had only served to make her more horny. Letting go of Dean, she stood up and stripped off her jeans and knickers. She pulled out her wand, and racked her brains to remember the Anti-pregnancy Charm; it had been a long time since she’d been with a boy and she hadn’t needed it. Finally she remembered and cast it, tapping her wand to Dean’s cock, and was relieved when she saw the telltale sparkle.

Seamus and Lavender had stopped what they were doing when they heard the Charm, and were staring at Parvati; Seamus looked stunned, but Lavender looked positively hungry. Dean couldn’t look at Parvati because of his position, but his entire body had frozen in anticipation. “Don’t stop on my account,” Parvati teased.

“I’m not doing another thing,” Lavender growled, slightly out of breath, “until I see Dean’s cock filling you.”

Dean whimpered, and Seamus looked like he might cover Lavender’s face and hair in come any second. Parvati got back on her knees so she was straddling Dean, and positioned herself so her wet, already worked cunt was pressed against Dean’s length. She stifled a whimper and reached between them, holding Dean up so the tip of his cock pressed against and then between her lips; she hissed as he filled her, moving slowly because it really had been a long time since she’d had a boy inside her and Dean was very big… “Ah!” she yelped sharply as her walls were stretched and stretched, and Merlin it felt so good but she’d never felt so full…

Then just as she felt her bum finally touching Dean’s hips, far up inside her the tip of Dean’s cock pressed against that magnificent spot and she shrieked. She actually shrieked, even though she hadn’t come again—although it felt so incredible that she almost did. It had been a very long time since anyone or anything had hit that spot.

The sensation of Dean’s cock inside her, throbbing with the need to fill her with his come, was so wonderful that it was all Parvati could do to keep herself upright. Dean bucked a bit under her, and Parvati’s mouth opened in a silent howl of joy.

Lavender saw the heavenly expression on Parvati’s face, and instantly Dean’s fingers and mouth, as skilled as they had been, weren’t enough. She pried Dean’s arm from around her leg, stood up, and shoved Seamus back onto the bed, climbing over him as he was still falling. Fortunately Lavender had her wand, because if she hadn’t then she and Seamus might be dealing with her being pregnant in the near future because she was damned if she was going to stop.

She cast the Charm without hesitation, flung her wand aside and lowered herself onto Seamus’ cock. Seamus held it steady as Lavender’s cunt began to take him inside.Before he could get very far, Lavender grunted; “Sweet Merlin, you’re so bloody big!” she groaned.

Parvati’s eyes had fluttered closed when Dean had filled her, but she opened them in surprise when both his hands found her hips. She looked up at the bed and saw Lavender being practically impaled on Seamus’ enormous cock. “Oh,” she muttered weakly.

Dean’s fingers clenched her hips and he ground up into her, making her wail. “Parvati,” Dean groaned, “am I hurting you, or—?”

“Merlin, no!” Parvati answered. She planted her hands on Dean’s chest and leaned forward, so Dean’s cock slid almost all the way out of her. Then she let go, and they both moaned as her cunt took him in again. With Dean’s hands guiding her, Parvati did it again and again, gaining speed with each repetition, until his cock was slamming against her g-spot and she’d lost all coherent thought.

Lavender had to work herself on Seamus’ cock for five minutes before he finally slid all the way inside. Once she’d finally adjusted to such a huge intrusion, Lavender began rocking, slowly at first, but once Seamus’ cock was slick with her juices she began to bounce , pounding down on him. She glanced over her shoulder long enough to see Parvati and Dean in the same position; it was so amazingly sexy to look at that the sight of it, coupled with Seamus’ monster destroying her, made her come with a howl.

When she came down enough to pry her eyes open, Seamus was looking up at her in awe. “Uh.. I haven’t come,” he muttered embarrassedly. “If you want to get off, I can… uh, finish…”

He gasped as Lavender raised herself up and slammed down on his cock again. “If you think I’m through already,” she snarled, “You’re out of your mind!”

Seamus groaned as Lavender resumed her rocking on his shaft. “I may be soon,” he babbled.

Dean felt himself getting close, but before he could come Parvati did; she fell forward onto his chest and bit him hard to muffle her screams. The pain of her teeth digging into him made Dean lose his rhythm, and he groaned in frustration. Parvati looked up and smiled weakly. “Sorry. I think I need a breather.” When Dean grit his teeth, Parvati laughed. “I have a suggestion,” she murmured, leaning close so he could hear. “Lavender might appreciate it if you help Seamus out a bit.” When Dean looked blank she added “Just make sure to use a Lubrication Charm—she’s never had anything larger than a wand in there.”

When Dean realized what Parvati meant, his jaw dropped. “She—does Lavender like that?”

“Do I like what?” Lavender asked, slowing her bouncing on Seamus’ cock. Seamus moaned in protest.

Parvati stood up slowly, allowing Dean to slide out of her. She whimpered slightly, still stunned at how good it had felt to have Dean’s cock assaulting her—she didn’t remember her few rare times with boys having been quite so wonderful. She walked carefully over to the bed, where Lavender was further tormenting Seamus by rolling her hips. “I’m all in,” she said softly in Lavender’s ear, “but Dean hasn’t come yet. How would you like to have both of them pounding you at the same time?”

Parvati’s hand slid down over Lavender’s arse until her finger curled and caressed Lavender’s anus. “Oh!” Lavender gasped, clenching Seamus inside her and drawing a series of creative expletives from him. “I—Parvati, I don’t know if I can take that!” Lavender admitted, though she loved the idea.

Parvati gently worked a finger into Lavender, making the other girl whine. “How will you ever know if you don’t try?” she asked teasingly. “A simple Lubrication Charm, and…”

“Ohhh….!” Lavender groaned as she shuddered out a tiny orgasm.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Parvati said. “Dean, come over here, would you?”

Dean, who had watched the short interaction in stunned silence, stood up and walked over. Parvati located her wand and pointed it at Parvati’s arse; “Dermilubricus,” she said, and Lavender gasped as the Charm took effect.

Parvati began working Lavender’s anus, while simultaneously taking Dean’s cock in her other hand and stroking it firmly. She kept at Lavender until she had three fingers stroking in and out easily, and Lavender had fallen onto Seamus’ chest, the sensations overwhelming her. “I think she’s ready,” Parvati whispered to Dean, giving his cock a little tug. With a shiver, Dean stepped forward and allowed Parvati’s hand to guide him to Lavender’s anus; Parvati removed her fingers and replaced them with the head of Dean’s cock; she reached around, grasped Dean’s arse and pulled, causing Dean to enter Lavender.

Lavender jerked up off of Seamus, biting off a shriek. “Merlin!” she cried. “So—full—”

“Does it hurt?” Dean asked anxiously, prepared to pull back.

“Some,” Lavender moaned. “Don’t—stop—!”

Parvati walked around behind Dean. She pressed up to him, so her breasts were crushed against his back, and reached around him. She gripped Lavender’s hips and pulled slightly, forcing Dean forward so his cock went into Lavender a bit deeper. “You heard her,” she whispered to Dean. “Don’t stop.”

Dean gulped and pushed in. Lavender whimpered and collapsed on Seamus’ chest again. Dean began to move in any out, very slowly, while Seamus tried to keep still so as not to overload Lavender’s senses, but it was difficult for him—he desperately wanted to come inside her. Dean was thinking the same thing, but forced himself to stay on a gentle pace.

Parvati stepped aside and sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Lavender gradually became accustomed to being invaded so completely, and began moving her hips to encourage the boys to go faster. Seamus took Lavender’s hips and began to guide her movements, while Dean grabbed Lavender’s shoulders so he could thrust with greater force. Lavender pushed up so her back arched as far as it could comfortably go, reached her arm back and looped it around Dean’s neck so she could hold herself up; her breasts began to bounce in time with Dean’s thrusts.

Parvati wasn’t sure if she was jealous of Lavender being with someone else, or envious that it wasn’t Parvati being filled so deliciously, or both, or neither. Finally she decided that it didn’t matter, because she was so turned on by the sight that she needed to come again. Scrambling up on the bed, she positioned herself so that she was straddling Seamus’ head; Seamus seemed startled, but after a moment he did what Parvati clearly expected and began to tease her cunt with his tongue, just as Dean had done to Lavender earlier.

Lavender had closed her eyes in reaction to the onslaught her body was enduring. They opened when Parvati moaned, and Lavender seemed surprised that she was even there. Lavender and Parvati reached out at the same time, and they came together in a torrid kiss.

Dean thought that the girls kissing while in the middle of a complicated four-person free-for-all was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. He started to pound into Lavender harder, and after all the stimulation he’d got it was only a minute before he ground forward into Lavender as deep as he could as came with a grunt.

Seamus had been trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he could feel Dean’s cock against his own, thrusting into Lavender. The thin wall of skin separating them barely dulled the sensation, and when he felt Dean’s cock pulse it drew the same reaction from him; he clamped his mouth onto Parvati’s clit and groaned as he came. Dean and Seamus’ orgasms inside Lavender happened almost simultaneously to Seamus’ mouth latching on to Parvati’s clit; both girls came together only a heartbeat after the boys, biting each other’s shoulders, Parvati digging her fingers into Seamus’ chest, Lavender’s hand clenching tightly in Dean’s hair.