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A Day Before the Ball (Commission)
🕑 Added 2025-01-23 03:42:07 +0000 UTCHermione, Pansy and Fleur decide to make a bet. When Harry finds out via a certain younger sister, he makes an easy choice and decides to hijack it to suit his own needs. Harry/Hermione/Fleur/Pansy/Gabrielle.
I'll be updating Growth Spurt tonight too, I just couldn't get it done before 8 today, so it'll be going up a few hours later.
One of these days, Hermione was going to have to thank Ronald Weasley for being a prat.
He hadn’t believed Harry didn’t enter himself in the tournament. It was ridiculous, and led to him and Harry getting into a spat. While avoiding the redhead, Harry fell back on Hermione, and that was exactly why Hermione was so thankful.
In spending over a month with Harry alone, she came around to something she should’ve noticed much sooner. She loved his kind nature. She loved his snark. She loved his green eyes, which sparkled every time he was enjoying himself. In short: she loved him, desperately.
“I don’t know what to do,” Harry admitted, walking across the Great Hall at her side. “Who would want to go to a ball with ME?”
If Hermione weren’t so distracted checking him out, she would’ve told him how ridiculous a statement that was. But she was spacing out imagining the two of them having a study session in her bed instead of the library, and forgot to open her mouth.
Harry stopped in the middle of the Great Hall, halfway between the Slytherin Table and where a gaggle of Beauxbatons girls were talking animatedly in French.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Harry told Hermione.
“See you Harry!” she said, watching as he turned and walked a different direction. Staring at his back, she couldn’t help but let out a sigh.
It was a soft sound, full of all the love and desire she was bottling up, and the moment she did she heard two other sighs that sounded exactly like hers.
Hermione stiffened. She looked to her left, where Pansy Parkinson had tuned out whatever Miliscent Bulstrode was saying to watch Harry’s retreating form. She looked to her right, where Fleur Delacour, a Triwizard Champion and Beauxbatons’ pride and joy, was making doe eyes at Harry.
Pansy and Fleur looked at Hermione, then each other. All three of them came to a silent consensus. Pansy stood up. Fleur excused herself. They and Hermione power walked out of the Great Hall to where less eyes would be on them.
As soon as they were outside, in a hallway with no one else, Hermione spun toward them.
“You like Harry Potter!” Hermione accused.
“Non,” said Fleur. “I do not ‘like’ him. I adore him, and he will be mine.”
Hermione had to take a deep breath to keep from throttling her.
“You think I like Harry?” Pansy asked. “Just because he’s charming? And funny? And ruggedly handsome? A Slytherin can’t like a Gryffindor. I just… wouldn’t be able to turn him down. You know, if he did ask me to be his girlfriend…”
“That won’t happen,” Hermione said. “He’s already got me.”
“But you are not dating.” Fleur raised a perfect eyebrow. “I have asked around. You spend all day with him, but you have not gotten into his pants even once.”
Hermione blushed scarlet. “I’m waiting for the right time! When he takes me to the ball…”
“That’s impossible,” Pansy said. “He’s taking me to the ball.”
Fleur smiled. “I see how you are confused, but you are wrong. He won’t be going to the ball at all, because the moment he sees me in makeup he will come back to my room, and we will fuck like animals while the rest of you dance.”
Only when Hermione realized that all three of them had grabbed onto their wands did she realize this was getting out of hand. As much as she hated to admit it, the girls did have a bit of a point. She hadn’t asked Harry, assuming he would ask her himself.
No, he WOULD ask her. She had to believe in that. An idea formed. She let go of her wand.
“I have a proposal,” she said.
The other girls looked at her.
“We can posture all we want, but in the end, Harry is the one who gets to choose. So let’s let him. Whoever he asks first will go to the ball with him, and…” Hermione blushed. “Well, whatever comes after.”
There was a pause as they thought it over.
“I have no problem with that,” Fleur said. “We know who he will choose. After all, look at me.”
“Harry’s ambitious,” Pansy said. “He’ll know that choosing me will get him further in life.”
“Yeah, well, he’s loyal!” Hermione said, unable to help joining in with the posturing. “He’ll choose his best friend first!”
They glared at each other, before turning and scattering in different directions. All of them were confident they would win, and they didn’t even want to look at the losers until they were hanging off of Harry’s arm.
None of them went back into the Great Hall, which explains how they didn’t see another blond in Beauxbatons robes slip away from the door, walking quickly in the direction Harry last went…
~
She did it!
Hermione practically danced down the hall the next afternoon. She hadn’t skipped around like this since she was a little girl. But she was the victor! Fleur and Pansy could go and fuck themselves… Hermione had Harry to fuck HER!
An hour ago, Harry told her to meet him at the Room of Requirement. It was a wonderful hidden room the two of them discovered while exploring earlier this month, capable of taking any form you desired. There was no reason to invite Hermione there unless he had something big to talk about, and that just HAD to be an invite to the Yule Ball.
Hermione paced back and forth in front of the entrance, preparing to open it. But when the door sprung open, it looked nothing like the cozy library-like interior Hermione had been picturing.
“Why are YOU here?” a voice inside demanded.
A big green rug was in the Room of Requirements interior, with an enormous bed on top of it. On that bed sat Pansy Parkinson, gaping at Hermione while Hermione gaped back at her.
“How did you find this room?” Hermione asked.
“Harry told me about it,” Pansy smirked. “He’s going to invite me to the Yule Ball.”
“Impossible! He told me to come here in order to ask ME!” cried Fleur, arriving behind Hermione.
She and Hermione marched into the room, glaring at Pansy, who glared right back.
“You must be misunderstanding something,” Hermione said. “He hasn’t actually mentioned the ball to either of you, right?”
“I bet he hasn’t mentioned it to you either!” Pansy said.
Hermione flinched because she was right.
“But why did he ask all of us to come here?” Hermione asked desperately.
“I can clear that up.”
The door had opened and closed while they were too busy arguing to notice. Harry walked inside, looking smug.
“Hi girls,” he said. “I hear you had a bet going about me.”
Hearing that he knew about the bet was such a shock that Hermione’s legs got wobbly, and she dropped onto the bed beside Pansy.
“How could you know that?” she asked.
“Because I told him.”
The accented voice came from behind Harry. A miniature version of Fleur walked around from behind him, dressed in her own blue Beauxbatons uniform. She giggled.
“You three talk too loudly,” she informed them.
“Gabrielle?!” Fleur was so shocked to see her sister here that her legs gave out like Hermione’s, landing beside Pansy on Pansy’s other side.
“I’m flattered, really, that you girls are so interested in me,” Harry said. “I never would’ve guessed. But really, I thought you would be a bit more… inventive.”
“What does that mean?” Hermione asked.
“Whoever I ask gets me all to themselves?” Harry asked. “All of you are great in your own ways. Hermione, you’re the smartest witch I know. Fleur, you’re the most brilliant witch your age in France. And Pansy… the thought of fucking Slytherin’s little princess is hot as shit.”
All three of them swooned, even Pansy, which Hermione found a bit strange.
“But who will you pick?” Fleur asked.
“Who says I have to pick?” Harry asked. “There’s plenty of me to go around. And to prove it… Gabrielle?”
Smiling, the younger part-veela pulled on her robes, letting them drop.
She had a killer body underneath. Her boobs and ass were a bit smaller than Fleur’s, but so was the rest of her frame, so they looked just as big by proportion. She had wide, pink areolas and even pinker nipples. Her breasts pointed nearly straight out, so that her nipples looked sharp enough to poke out an eye.
“No underwear?” Fleur exclaimed.
“Unlike you three, I knew what I was being called here for,” Gabrielle said.
“Good girl,” said Harry, stroking her head. Gabrielle nuzzled his hand like a cat. “Come get your reward.”
Gabrielle eagerly dropped to her knees.
Her hands methodically undid Harry’s belt and pants, pulling them down to get to the prize underneath. Harry helped her by removing his shirt, so that by the time Gabrielle had his pants down to his ankles he was naked. Chiseled muscles from years of Quidditch practice made Hermione drool.
Fleur started to stand—to join in or put a stop to this, Hermione didn’t know—but Harry raised his palm.
“If you interrupt now, you’ll never be in her position,” Harry said.
All three of the girls on the bed looked at Gabrielle. The younger part-veela was twisting her head as she licked Harry from a variety of angles, watching his erection swell rapidly. Fleur quickly sat down again, making Harry smile.
“Gabrielle was good,” he said. “She informed me about your plan. That’s why she gets to go first. Now, it’s your turn to do the right thing.”
“And what’s that?” Pansy asked.
“Sit there and wait your turn,” Harry said.
Hermione gulped. “Our turn for what?”
Smiling, Harry answered with an example, instead of words. He grabbed the back of Gabrielle’s head and shoved it down.
The noise reminded Hermione of a garbage disposal. All of Harry’s large cock was gone instantly, filling Garbielle’s mouth and more. Harry wasn’t satisfied. Holding her head still, he reared back and thrusted his hips forward. His crotch pounded against Gabriell’s face, the slapping sound of the collisions punctuating Gabrielle’s gagging.
“Oh my goodness!” Fleur exclaimed. “My goodness!”
She trailed off in rapid french, biting her lip. Pansy was openly gaping. Hermione probably looked just as bad. She was forced to wipe away a trail of drool before it dripped off her chin.
It was too late to do that for Gabrielle’s drool. Her saliva was splattering across her face and running down off her chin to land on her breasts. With the view the girls on the bed had, all they could see was her narrow back and butt, her body looking so small as she kneeled before Harry and he used her throat.
Pansy reached over and squeezed Hermione’s knee. Hermione couldn’t even complain. Fleur had looped her arm over Pansy’s shoulder. All of them were desperate to feel another’s touch, even each other’s if need be.
Harry’s thrusting finally stopped. He pressed Gabrielle close to him, growling as he dumped the contents of his balls down her throat. Hermione saw the sides of Gabrielle’s neck bulge out as she swallowed five full times to get it all down.
When Harry released her, Gabrielle only pulled back slowly. It was as if she was doing everything she could to tell him she liked it, even when he was rough.
“Stand up,” Harry said.
Gabrielle did so quickly enough for her sexy buttocks to bounce.
“Turn around,” Harry said.
She spun, and Hermione gasped while Fleur covered her mouth. Gabrielle’s makeup was streaking down her cheeks, and she was smiling broadly, as if it was the best day of her life.
If it was, then it was only getting better. Harry picked her up from behind, holding her so that her feet went straight up in the air. Gabrielle exclaimed loudly at the position, then screamed her throat raw as Harry thrust his whole cock inside of her.
This time, nothing was in the way of their view as the girls watched Harry’s cock in action. They could see it blurring in and out of Gabrielle, each thrust accompanied by a loud clap. Gabrielle screamed at a loud and warbling pitch, her eyes rolling back in her head. Hermione couldn’t take it.
She began pulling off her clothes. She set off a chain reaction, as Pansy and Fleur followed her example. As soon as their clothes were out of the way, Hermine had jabbed her hand into Pansy’s crotch. The Slytherin returned the favor. They fingered each other, leaning so that their shoulders touched.
Unwilling to be forgotten, Fleur reached behind Pansy, sliding her hand by her bum and pushing her fingers into Pansy’s asshole. When Pansy looked toward her to exclaim her surprise, Fleur kissed her before she could.
Harry chuckled. He walked forward, carrying Gabrielle and never slowing down in his fucking of her.
“Look at you three,” he said. “I knew you could get along.”
Hermione wanted to exclaim, “Get along with these two?! Never!”
Unfortunately, her mouth was busy, Pansy’s other hand reached out to grope Hermione’s right boob, and Hermione cut it off, sucking on Pansy’s index finger. She was getting close. Pansy was GOOD with her fingers.
Gabrielle’s screams were closer now, with the girl right in front of them. Hermione had never heard a human make these sorts of noises. They sounded a little bit like the ones in the porno she once saw a man watching in a Muggle library, but these were different. Gabrielle wasn’t being paid to make these sounds, she was just genuinely losing her mind from the pleasure.
“Cum for me,” Harry commanded.
He was talking to Gabrielle, but he got more than he bargained for. Gabrielle came, her screams rising an octave. Hermione orgasmed on Pansy’s fingers, and Pansy orgasmed on hers. Fleur, who had begun touching herself while she kissed Pansy, screamed into the Slytherin’s mouth and squirted all over the bedsheets.
Seconds later, Harry came himself. But apparently he thought one load of cum was all Gabrielle needed, because he pulled out at the last second. The angle he orgasmed at sent his seed splattering all over the three other girls, landing on their breasts and on their faces and in their hair.
Hermione gasped as Pansy broke the kiss with Fleur to lurch over, licking Harry’s semen off of her own face.
“No fair!” she said. “That glob was mine!”
“Hermione,” Harry said sternly. “Play nice.”
She immediately looked sad, and Harry laughed.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I know what will cheer you up.”
He set Gabrielle down gently, who seemed to have passed out after such a short amount of time. Stepping over to the bed, he stood in front of Fleur first. The older Delacour beamed.
“Of course,” she said, “it is only right that you would start with moi—”
Harry spun her around and pushed her down, so that her stomach was on the bed while her legs stuck off the bed, touching the floor. Hermione stared at the blonde’s fat ass that had Hogwarts’ male half spellbound every time she passed by, feeling wonder and more than a little jealousy.
Harry grabbed Pansy’s wrist next, dragging her over and stacking her on Fleur in the same position. Pansy couldn’t quite keep up with Fleur, but her ass was extremely nice itself.
He didn’t yank Hermione over. Instead, he fixed her with a single firm look.
Trembling, Hermione crawled over and mounted herself on the pile, pressing her crotch onto Pansy’s bum.
“You don’t shave?” Pansy complained.
“What’s wrong with that?” Hermione said, blushing.
“Nothing,” said Fleur from the bottom. “I do not shave. But for a girl like you, I would have thought you would need every advantage…”
“You three never stop,” Harry said wryly. “You were being so friendly before. I guess I’ll have to fuck you into shape.”
All three of them were waiting to see if he would start at the top or the bottom. Their bickering immediately quieted. Harry did nothing at first, and the anticipation made Hermione’s quim ache in a way she had never once experienced before.
Pansy screamed. Ever unpredictable, Harry had started right in the midde.
“Oh Merlin!” she screamed. “Oh Merlin! Oh Merlin!”
“Adjectives!’ Hermione snapped. “Give us something tangible! What does he feel like?”
“Like the best day of my life!” Pansy moaned.
Hermione could feel Harry’s body colluding with hers. His abs smacked into her pussy every time he filled Pansy with his cock, but for Hermione there was no penetration. Her horniness was already off the charts, and this was only making it worse.
“Hurry up and cum,” Fleur urged, as eager as Hermione for her turn.
“I already did!” Pansy said.
“It’s only over when I cum,” Harry said. “And I have no interest in making this short.
Hermione could faintly hear Gabrielle groaning on the floor. Pansy was moaning up a storm. Hermione believed her when she said she had already cum. From the sound of it, Pansy was past even her second orgasm now.
A single grunt was the only warning before Harry came. Hermione wasn’t able to look behind her, but she could feel his body. He collided with them and stayed fastened there, like he had while filling Gabrielle’s throat. Only this time, It was Pansy’s pussy he was stuffing with his seed.
“...Oops?” For the first time since this started, Harry sounded a little sheepish. “I guess I got a little excited.”
Pansy groaned like a zombie. Hermione and Fleur only had one thought.
“Us too!” they demanded in unison.
There was no way they were allowing one of them to get the full package, while they got stiffed with some “cumming outside” nonsense.
Harry accepted his fate, and promptly went to the base of the pile, fucking Fleur the same way he’d been going at Pansy. Hermione chose to believe that Harry subscribed to the saying “save the best for last”.
“It’s jiggling so much against my stomach,” Pansy moaned, apparently recovering enough for speech. “Is that ALL your ass?”
Fleur couldn’t exactly answer, seeing as she was being ravaged by her favorite cock in the world. A stream of unending French was flowing out her mouth, every other word being a different expletive.
“It’s just not fair, is it?” Hermione said to Pansy.
“I’m not complaining right now,” groaned the Slytherin. “It feels like a massage!”
Fleur’s toes were touching the floor, while the rest of her feet propped off of it, her body straining to receive Harry’s dick properly. The haughty witch’s cursing was quickly becoming begging. Hermione didn’t know a whole lot of French, but from context she could figure out that the part veela was begging Harry to blow his load inside of her.
When Harry came, he grabbed onto Hermione’s ass to steady himself. This many orgasms was leaving him a bit weak in the legs, but he wasn’t done yet. He caught his breath, gripping fistfuls of Hermione’s flesh while she relished the touch.
“Shoooo goooood…” Fleur moaned.
Which left one. Hermione wiggled on Pansy’s back, preparing herself as well as possible for Harry. She was so ready. And yet he made her wait for ten more seconds, just long enough for her to fear it wasn’t coming at all.
Then he was inside of her, reshaping her insides.
Hermione’s eyes bulged. She squeezed Pansy’s shoulders, holding on for dear life. Harry pounded her insides relentlessly. She could feel him reaching points deeper than she knew dicks were even allowed to. She didn’t have the strength to form words, just moaned and screamed until her throat was raw.
Harry grabbed her curly hair. Somehow, he managed to do it in a way that wasn’t painful. Hermione’s scalp felt taut, but not hurt. He pulled until her chin lifted up, allowing her screams to fill the room even more loudly.
When it was her turn for the final reward, Hermione learned that sitting by a fire with a new book wasn’t actually her favorite feeling in the world. No, this was FAR better than that.
Warmth spread through her insides like a wildfire. She felt it enter her one spurt at a time, and she knew in her heart that Harry had just marked her. She had little pieces of the man she loved inside of her, right now, doing their best to knock her up. It was such a great feeling that she forgot all about a contraceptive potion or charm, just like the other girls.
Harry stepped back then to admire his handiwork. He stumbled slightly, his balls aching as if they’d been struck after cumming five times in quick succession. Yet the sight before him was almost enough to get him hard again.
Hermione, on top of Pansy, on top of Fleur, their pussies stacked atop each other and all of them leaking. His cum dribbled out of each of them, running down the stack before dripping off onto the floor. Gabrielle, whose legs were thoroughly out of commission now, had at some point managed to drag her body forward. She sat beneath the girls, leaning on the back of Fleur’s legs, and opened up her mouth, catching Harry’s spare cum on her tongue.
Harry wondered if you had to bring just ONE date to the ball. He knew you had to have one, but he didn’t recall McGonagall saying anything about MORE.
~
(Nine months later)
There were a lot of sounds that were heard in the Hogwarts’ Hospital Wing, but this one had to be one of the most unusual.
Exhausted, Hermione clutched a small bundle in her arms. In the beds on either side of her, two more girls did the same. A fourth girl stood in the room, shaking her head.
“You three should not have forgotten the contraceptive charms,” Gabrielle said.
“Shut up Gabi,” Hermione said. “I know you’re happy we did. You had Harry to yourself for the last few months!”
Gabrielle giggled as the door banged open. Harry stood there, Madam Pomfrey by his side.
“Did it all go fine?” he asked urgently.
“Would I have come to get you myself if it went wrong?” Madam Pomfrey rebuked him. “Use your head!”
Harry gave her a thankful smile before walking into the room. He looked at the three girls in the beds: his girls, all of them.
“Look.” Hermione held out the bundle in her arms. “He looks like you.”
Harry started to look, but Fleur quickly extended her arms. “This one looks more like you!”
“You guys argue about the most useless things,” Pansy said. “Besides, it’s clearly MY son who looks the most like him.”
As the argument took off from there, Harry couldn’t help but shake his head.
As much as some things changed, others never changed at all.
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Hadrian Scipio
Good story
