Happy 17th

It was Hermione’s 17th birthday. Ron and Harry took her to the Three Broomsticks for a bit of birthday celebration. She laughed as they marched right into the store and up to the bar.

“We’re feeling a bit risky today,” announced Ron, “Three of your best Fire Whiskeys please.”

Madame Rosmerta raised a delicately plucked eyebrow at him.

“It’s our frien17th17th birthday and she deserves something a little stronger than butter-beer.”

“Well, alright.”

Hermione giggled and walked to a table in the corner.

“Come on!” said Hermione.

Harry slid into the seat next her as Ron sat in the chair across from them. They laughed and joked as they waited for Madame Rosmerta to arrive with their drinks. She soon came, hips swaying left and right and turquoise heels glittering, with a black tray with three mugs of slightly smoking liquid.

“Well, cheers!” exclaimed Harry.

The three of them took a swig and set down their mugs on the table with a loud thud.

“Hmm, not bad.” Said Ron as he took another sip.

“Yea,” agreed Hermione, “It’s kind of like swallowing liquid fire, but with some sugar and some kind of tangy substances.”

Harry was just too busy gulping more of the stuff down. Quite soon, all three of them were setting down empty mugs. Hermione giggled for no apparent reason, and Ron and Harry started laughing too.

Harry yelled, “Three more Fire-Whiskeys!”

Hermione giggled and pulled on his sleeve.

“Actually let’s make that six!” Hermione collapsed onto his shoulder laughing causing Harry and Ron to join in again simply because Hermione was laughing.

“She’s a bit smashed,” confided Ron.

“She can do with a few more,” laughed Harry.

They giggled and laughed and giggled some more as Madame Rosmerta came with their drinks. After a few hours of drinking more and giggling a bit more, Hermione announced that that was enough. They got up and all three fell to the ground without moving their feet an inch. They giggled helplessly on the ground. Slowly they got up from the ground, leaning on each other for support.

“How would much that be?” slurred Ron.

“Ten galleons,” Madame Rosmerta said coolly.

Ron stuck his hands into his pockets. His hand had only one galleon in it. “Harry could spot nine galleons more?”

Harry shifted his weight and dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out thirty. “Hope that covers the charge ma’am.” He looked at Hermione who had fallen onto the floor again and was giggling. “Actually we’re going to need two rooms ma’am! Just charge morning.”

Rosmerta frowned and drew two keys from her pocket. She led the giggling and very drunk three-some upstairs. She gave one key to Ron and one to Hermione.

“Go ahead Ron! How’s the room?” asked Harry.

“I dunno! I can’t get the key in!” Rosmerta sighed and turned the key for him. Rolling her eyes at Hermione, took her key and unlocked her door too. Ron stumbled into his room and fell upon his bed. Harry half-dragged the very drunk Hermione onto her bed. She giggled and pulled Harry down with her.

“You know Harry? I’ve always like you.” She frowned in thought. “Actually, I’ve always liked Ron too. Funny how things work out!”

She giggled and pulled Harry’s face down. She missed his mouth and started sucking on his nose. He laughed and rolled over so she was on top of him. She laughed and started ripping the buttons off her blouse. Once all the buttons were gone, she threw the shirt into the corner. Harry stared at her white breasts heaving up and . .

“Now it’s your turn the Boy-who-lived,” Giggled Hermione. She started to unzip his sweater. She pulled off and yanked the tee-shirt off over his head. She propped herself up and straddled his legs. She bent down to suck on his right nipple. “Well, Mr. H. Potter, you have an impressive set of boobs yourself!” She giggled as her mouth traveled farther down his chest, licking the outline of his stomach.

Harry wrapped his arms around her waist. He worked his hands down and started fumbling with the skirt buttons. He clumsily undid them and pushed the skirt and her panties down. Hermione gasped at the chill and giggled when she looked down. She laughed and ripped open the fly of Harry’s jeans.

He wriggled out of them with some effort. His manhood was starting to harden. It peeped through the slit in his boxer shorts.

Hermione’s eyes widened. “You’re a big boy aren’t you!”

She turned her body so she faced his penis. She started from the bottom of the stiff member and licked every inch of it. She could feel it growing hot under her tongue.

Meanwhile, Harry gently massaged the insides of her groin. She moaned and gasped as he neared the vagina. He took his index finger and gently pushed inside her. She moaned. He slid his finger out and this time, pushed in two fingers. She groaned with guilty pleasure. He pushed until she was wet. Then he raised his head slightly from the bed. Using his hands, he pushed the lips of her vagina apart. He pushed his tongue inside her and tasted every inch of her. She moaned at the sensation of having Harry’s tongue inside of her.

While Harry’s tongue massaged her insides, she had reached the head of his manhood. She sucked on it with her entire mouth. She could feel his groans vibrating inside her. She sucked harder, and massaged more vigorously. She raked her teeth against the hard skin over and over until she felt the salty mixture hit the back of her throat. She swallowed and groaned and rolled off Harry. They both panted, side by side on the bed.

“Hey Hermione,” breathed Harry, “are you a virgin?”

“Well, just not in my mouth,” she replied.

Harry grinned and turned his body. “May I have the honor of de-virgining you?”

“As if you need answer to that.”

Harry grinned again and kissed her ear. He moved down and sucked on the pulse on her neck. He reached down with his hands and spread her legs open. He slid his hands up.

“Oh!” gasped Hermione.

“What is it?”

“Your hands are cold.”

Harry cracked a smile and blew on his hands to warm them. He went back to gently massaging her groin. His lips moved down to suck on her nipple. She groaned as Harry took one of his hands to gently massage her breast. Once again, Harry took his fingers inside.

“Hermione, I need some help down here.”

She chuckled and reached down and grabbed his manhood. She ran her hand up and down and gently massaged it until she felt it harden. Harry removed his fingers and opened her vagina lips. He inserted the head.

“Tell me if this hurts.”

Hermione shook her head vehemently and just moaned with utter longing. Harry took confidence and thrust an inch deeper. She could feel Harry inside her. She hooked her feet into the back of his knees and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Deeper,” she whispered.

Harry nodded and plunged in. She groaned loudly and dug her fingers into Harry’s back. Taking more confidence from this, Harry began to thrust into her faster and faster. Hermione’s moans grew louder and louder. Harry could feel the climax rushing though his body. He could almost sense the mixture coursing through.

Ron banged the door open and announced, “You guys are way too loud.” He gasped at the site of Harry’s nine inches plunged into Hermione. “If you’re going to have drunken sex you could at least tell me.”

Hermione giggled, “Join in, we could do a three-some.”

Ron gaped. What the fuck am I doing just standing here? A girl just offered to have a three-some! He grinned and pulled his shirt off and kicked his pants and boxers off. He climbed into bed. He waited as Harry finished.

Hermione turned over and got up and propped herself on all fours. Harry graciously let Ron do it this time. Ron crouched down and spread her behind apart. Harry, still drunk, took Ron’s even bigger manhood and started to massage it. Ron, shocked, thought, What the hell. We’re all drunk here. He felt his manhood harden under Harry’s massaging hands. Ron peered and found the hole he was looking for. He inserted the tip, and when Hermione groaned, he thrust in. As he jerked, he felt Harry doing the same to him. He groaned as he felt Harry inside him. It felt so good. He and Harry thrust in and in and Hermione and Ron groaned with immeasurable pleasure. Harry felt the climax rushing through him and withdrew. Ron thrust in and out for a few more moments before he, too, withdrew. The all lied side by side gasping.

“That was some great sex,” moaned Hermione, “but I’m not finished.” This time Ron picked up Hermione and seated her on a nearby table. Harry dozed off on the bed.

“Alone at last,” said Ron.

Hermione giggled as Ron kissed her mouth. His tongue poked her lips until she parted them letting his tongue explore her mouth. He pulled away from the kiss and moved his tongue slowly down her neck. He spread butterfly kisses all over her torso. He massaged each of her breasts gently and sucked on her nipples until all she could do was tangle her fingers in his red hair. He pulled away abruptly.

Hermione opened her mouth to protest but Ron just spread her legs open. He kissed the inside of her thighs. He licked her vagina tasting her completely. He then poked his tongue between her lips to taste her insides. He found her clint and licked it all over with his tongue. He could feel her getting wet and slick. He could feel his manhood stiffen. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her forward. He rested his hands on her waist as he began to sink his manhood in. It wouldn’t go in further. He took her knees and spread them apart until she complained. He couldn’t delve in deeper. He threw open the potion ingredient cupboard and found oil. Hermione held out her hands and he poured the oil over them. She reached down and rubbed the slick oil. He propped himself up again and started to push in. He met resistance but it only drew moans of delight from Hermione. He let his seed out into her and withdrew from inside her. He sat down on the chair and spread his legs open. Hermione, a little limp, slid from the desk and onto her knees. She started to lick the oiled penis. She started to engulf the whole of it in her mouth. She ran her tongue all over it. He groaned as she engulfed more and more. His fingers were entangled in her hair. Ron pushed Hermione’s head forward forcing her entire manhood down to his crunchy, red pubic hair. She withdrew some of it from her mouth and began to suck eagerly. Her reward came soon. The salty mixture came spurting out and she swallowed it. She gasped as she fell limply against Ron. He got up and gently cradled Hermione. He licked her ear and set her down on the bed. He climbed in with her and Harry and fell asleep.