Holiday Treat

He ran his hand through his black hair and his eyes took in the nude woman standing in front of him. Unlike his wife’s bushy mane, Ginny’s hair fell on her shoulders in flowing cinnamon red streams. She glanced at him a little sheepishly and swayed her hips slightly. He was getting aroused and she clearly noticed it. It was the first time he saw Ginny completely undressed and it thrilled him a lot.

She felt a little awkward seeing Harry’s naked body. Harry was shorter and stockier than her rather tall and lean husband. The dark hair stood out against the pale Harry’s chest. She came up to him, basking in his longing stare, and weaved her fingers through the small dark curls on his skin. She circled his nipple with her forefinger. Her husband’s blond body hair were much less noticeable to her, and she was captivated by the difference. His now full erection was lodged between her thighs, and she rubbed lightly against it.

He moaned and put both his hands on her breasts. Ginny’s breasts were rounder and wider than his wife’s, which were longish with large dark nipples. Ginny’s nipples were smaller and his thumbs could cover them completely. He rubbed and squeezed them, eliciting small sounds from her. He liked the feel of Ginny’s boobs - not that he preferred them to his spouse‘s. He loved his wife and always lusted for her, but it was also exciting to explore Ginny’s body. While his wife had a smooth creamy skin tone, Ginny’s shoulders were covered with freckles which he found cute. He lowered his head and kissed her shoulder, then trailed his lips to her neck.

She pressed against him, squeezing his hardness between her thighs. The clock on the mantelpiece chimed: she had two hours before going with her husband to a posh club to bring in the New Year together with their friends. Plenty of time to savour their little sex adventure. He brought his lips to her mouth and she looked into Harry’s almond-shaped green eyes behind his glasses. Their tongues danced gently, and the desire was rippling through her body. It was a bit strange to feel Harry’s taste on her lips but the tenderness and yearning in his green eyes were comfortingly familiar. She wondered if men experienced kindred emotions in such intimate situations. Her husband’s silver grey eyes often had the same expression in moments like this. She crouched in front of the man and her tongue darted around his male organ, making him moan with pleasure. Harry’s penis felt a little different in her mouth, although not too dissimilar from her spouse’s.

He pulled up the woman, who was giving him so much pleasure, and ran his hands down her body. Ginny was shorter and plumper than his slender wife. He squeezed her buttocks and she ground her hips against his groin. His penis twitched between her thighs sensing her moist heat. His wife had a habit of removing her pubic hair completely. Ginny’s furry triangle tickled his skin lightly, and it was a novel sensation for him. It was time for them to depart to the bed and enjoy their hour of lovemaking to the fullest.

He admired Ginny’s body lounging among the silk pillows and soft blankets in the huge bed. She parted her legs for him invitingly and he knelt between them. Only his beloved wife could treat him to such a titillating sex feast. His glasses were getting in the way, and she reached to take them off but he protested. Naturally, she was not used to them as her husband did not wear glasses, but he really wanted to see all of Ginny’s body.

She put her hands in Harry’s untidy black hair while his tongue explored her open core. As she relaxed and revelled in her sensations, she suddenly remembered the recent Christmas Eve dinner at the Burrow. It was the usual noisy and chaotic affair, with the adults talking at the top of their lungs and the kids darting here and there among the grown-ups. Her hubby was never too fond of the Weasley family gatherings, but she was glad to see him chat with Harry and Bill good-naturedly. The Potters were always very cordial with them both. Her mind returned to the man between her legs. She swayed her hips in rhythm with his ministrations and moaned slightly as he grazed her tender folds with his teeth. The edges of Harry’s glasses poked at her thighs a little, and she was careful not to move her hips too drastically and knock them off. Now she understood why Harry’s wife kept bugging him to try contact lenses. Oh, she was getting so hot and aroused with him between her legs… This New Year Eve shag was a truly wonderful holiday treat from her husband.

He moved to her side and planted a kiss on her partially opened lips. Her eyes looked at him lustily, and her hand stroked his penis eagerly. He remembered how fetching Ginny looked in her green satin dress when he waltzed with her at the Malfoy Manor on Christmas day. In contrast to the night at the Burrow, the holiday dinner was a formal and drawn-out event, with the elder Malfoys presiding at the splendidly appointed table. The kids were herded off to the drawing room and entertained by the house-elves there. The cream of the wizarding society was there - the Notts, the Bletchleys, the Zabinis, the Shacklebolts, several high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic with their spouses, and a few others. Hermione promptly took camp with her old Hogwarts pals - Ginny, Padma and Parvati. He guessed his wife had had enough of the Ministry folks at work. He admired Ginny’s breasts and trailed his lips over them. As he relished Ginny’s tits, he realised that her nipples were pierced. When he told her about it, she looked at her breasts curiously. Then she smiled and pulled at her nipples teasingly, and his lips resumed their heated caresses.

Her breath started getting ragged and her caresses grew a little frenzied. He pushed hard into her and she gasped at the feel of Harry’s erection inside her. He pulled out slowly and then thrust into her again, savouring the novelty of Ginny’s body around him. They rocked in a steady rhythm, and then she shouted his name, her muscles convulsing around him. He growled and rammed into her, spilling himself carnally inside Ginny‘s body.

As they lay together in blissful relaxation, she stroked his chest tenderly and took his glasses off.

“I don’t think you need them now, sweetie,” she said. “See, your hair colour began to change.”

“Thank goodness,” was his gruff response. ”Harry’s eyesight is really abominable. Your hair started frizzing out per your usual style, darling.”

“How funny - your right eye is already grey, and the other is still green!” Hermione chuckled and surveyed her own body. “See, Ginny’s freckles are all gone.”

“You were fabulous in Ginny’s body,” Draco drawled and pulled his wife closer to him. “That Polyjuice potion is the best invention ever.”

“Oh, living out our wicked fantasies, Draco,” Hermione said dreamily. “The Potters would never suspect it!”

“I’d hate Potter to know I Polyjuiced myself into him.” Draco rubbed his chest. Then he said with a grin, “I’m sure he’d hex me for seeing his wife’s body in full detail.”

“I can’t believe how easy it was to get their hair. A single waltz with Harry at the Burrow and Ginny was much easier than that. She actually let me brush her hair when we went upstairs to adjust her skirt belt. She even did my hair in return!”

Hermione and Draco laughed heartily and their lips moulded together in a deep kiss.

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The snow was falling slowly to the ground when the Malfoys Apparated just around the corner from the brightly lit nightclub doors. The same minute Draco and Hermione saw Harry and Ginny materializing a few feet from them. Ginny promptly hooked her arm around Hermione’s and they all headed to the entrance. A doorman in a blue and gold coat swung the door open for them. Several people were already inside - the Longbottoms, the Notts, George and Angelina Weasley, the Zabinis, the Finnigans and the Macmillans.

The New Year had been rung in and the party was in a full swing. George entertained the folks with a mock chimpanzee dance on the floor. Padma and Parvati were swirling in a complicated Hindu dance step around him, their long silk skirts flowing gracefully. Very drunk Goyle padded in circles and flapped his arms in a loose tango imitation much to his wife‘s dismay. Harry waltzed with Hannah Longbottom, whose long honey blond locks kept sweeping over her bare shoulders. She looked piquant in her strapless purple gown. Ron and Romilda, in a scant red dress, swayed together, their bodies and arms entwined tightly. The rest of the people rocked and jumped to the disco beat. Hermione’s belly was heavy with all the food and champagne. When Ginny finished her round of fiery lambada with Neville, whose hair got tousled in the process, and suggested to go to the loo, Hermione readily directed her steps there.

On the way to the toilet Hermione pondered how to ask Ginny about nipple piercing innocuously enough. It would be sexy to put some jewellery on her tits but would the piercing really hurt? Her best friend never told her about having her nipples pierced - apparently it was the Potters’ very private secret.

In the toilet Ginny plunked her purse by the sinks and darted into the only vacant stall. The handbag tumbled to the floor and its contents spilled. Hermione deemed it more prudent not to use a wand in a Muggle nightclub. She bent down to collect the assorted parchment scraps and lipsticks, two dented combs with hair in them, three nail clippers and other feminine stuff normally found in handbags. Unlike Hermione, Ginny hardly bothered to purge her purse.

As Hermione stuffed everything back into the handbag, her eyes stumbled upon a small Ziploc bag with several hairs inside. She brought it closer to her eyes: some hairs were short and blond, and some others were long and brown with a certain frizzy feel to them. The same moment she heard the stall door opening and quickly turned to shove the plastic pouch into Ginny’s purse. But it was too late - her friend was already here, eyeing the bag with the hairs in Hermione’s hand.

“I’m sorry - your purse fell off the edge - “ Hermione muttered and nodded her head at the remaining few small items on the floor. Those hairs looked suspiciously familiar…

Ginny went very pink in her face and bent down to pick up the rest of her things. Hermione handed her the pouch and felt her own face blushing.

“I - I think I can guess how you got the brown hairs, but the blond?” Hermione needed to clarify the things still.

“Oh… Draco danced with me at the Manor, remember?” Ginny cocked her head defiantly.

“Ah…” Hermione was about to enter a vacated stall but Ginny caught her by her elbow.

“Hermione, I’ve been wanting to ask you something.”

“What?” Hermione turned around, forgetting about her bursting bladder.

“James and Al escaped from the drawing room at the Manor. I ended up chasing my kids into the bedrooms.” Ginny paused and Hermione’s heart lurched a little. “In that room - there was a jug of something that looked like Polyjuice potion. I saw a clump of red hair on a plate next to it. I remembered you combed my hair the night before. What was that for? There were some black hairs too.”

Hermione couldn’t bear Ginny’s glare and dove into a stall. Once she relieved herself and gathered her wits, she said through the door loudly, ”All right, I Polyjuiced myself into you! You Polyjuiced yourself into me for Harry, right?”

To Hermione’s relief, she heard Ginny bursting into laugh on the other side of the floor.

“So, what did Draco think of my body?” she asked brazenly when Hermione emerged from the stall.

“He said it was great. How about mine?”

“Harry was enthralled, I even got worried a little.”

They both broke into a new fit of laughter. Two older ladies eyed them suspiciously on their way to the stalls.

“Tell me how you got your nipples pierced. Did it hurt?” demanded Hermione. “How does it feel to wear jewellery on your tits? You must show them to me someday!”

“Sure,” Ginny unbuttoned the front of her low-cut black blouse and freed one of her breasts. A small sparkling stone star was dangling on her pert nipple. “Harry thinks it’s sooo sexy!”

The same two ladies gave them a very worried look as they traipsed past the friends to the sinks.

“Hermione, how do you keep your pussy free of all hair? My Shaving Spell does such a lousy job down there.” Ginny buttoned her blouse up.

“Stop by our place tomorrow afternoon, and I’ll show you how, OK?”

“All right, and I could do the piercing charm for you if you want.”

Ginny collected her handbag. Hermione headed to the door. In the doorway she looked back: Ginny was still standing, looking at her and biting her lip slightly.

“What do you want to say, Gin?”

“I just wondered… How did Harry look to you in the buff?”

“Sexy. But he ought to get contacts - his glasses must be falling off every time.”

“I’ve told him so a million times!”

“And how did Draco look?”

“Fabulous. Could I have more of his hair?”

“You’re such a little horny chick!”

They rolled with laughter as they left the loo and walked to their party. They saw Draco and Harry nursing their drinks at a table together, and burst into a new fit of giggles.

“Are you ok, ladies?” Harry wondered while Draco made a mock expression of extreme concern.

“We’re fine. Just had one too many glasses of champagne.” Hermione noticed Harry’s eyes wandering to her favourite alexandrite pendant nested deep in her borderline cleavage and smiled back gaily. He withdrew his stare quickly.

“The Dom Perignon Cuvee 2000 really goes into your head, doesn’t it, Draco?” Hermione heard her best girlfriend comment mirthfully upon detecting Draco’s fixation on Ginny’s shapely hips. He promptly re-focused his gaze on his glass.

The women exchanged glances as they sat down to the table. Hermione wondered if Ginny would agree to share with her the hairs the Potters had just stolen from their next victims.


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Author Note: Could you guess who are the next victims of the Potters' sex fantasies? Did I make it obvious enough in my story? I'd love to hear your opinions! :)

June 07, 2009: This story has been nominated at http://community.livejournal.com/dramione_awards/33650.html in the category Best Smut. My thanks to everyone who read, reviewed and enjoyed it!