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The Power He Knows Not Chapter 22
🕑 Added 2023-03-07 00:25:08 +0000 UTCContent Warnings: Costume & Roleplay (French Maid), Breast Play, Cum Play, Teasing, BJs, Threesome.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Susan said kindly, looking up at Padma from her beanbag. Gabrielle had flopped over the red one next to her, lazily flipping through the housewares section of the latest Witch Weekly, marking products so the older witch could review them.
“Do we need an oven?”
“Yes,” Susan replied firmly. “Can’t have a house without one.”
“Say, Susie,” Daphne said, keeping her eyes locked with Padma’s big, dark, doe-shaped ones as she gently pinched and twisted her nipples. “Are we really getting a house?”
“Well, it’s either that or we all cram ourselves into Harry’s relatives’ house.”
“I wouldn’t mind the latter.”
Susan snorted. A summer spent terrorizing the Dursleys sounded right up Daphne’s alley. “Of course, you wouldn’t. But I think we’d all prefer to do other things over the summer. Someone else can teach those evil gits some manners.”
“You just want to play house,” Daphne teased.
Susan blushed. “Maybe.” Then, to deflect attention away from her, she turned to the curvy naked girl standing in front of Daphne. She took in a minute to breathe in her flawless brown skin and gorgeous curves, a sudden twinge of arousal jolting her core. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Padma nodded, biting her lower lip to stifle a moan. “Y-yes. All of you did it too, right?”
“Well, I didn’t sweetie. Daphne invented this. And made herself do it.”
“I did it. And I didn’t even want these two to sleep with me,” Gabrielle smirked, lazily sheafing through the magazine. “It’s a great initiation ceremony, Padma, even if I’m hesitant to give Fi here a bigger head. You spend a week serving everyone in the group as a way to bond with them.”
“And you can start your week of service by taking care of everyone at our weekly meeting,” Daphne murmured, leaning in to brush her lips against Padma’s. “Have a good time last night?”
Padma blushed and nodded. “Thank you.” She didn’t mention that the expected hadn’t happened.
“It’s tradition too. First nights with Harry are always a one-on-one affair. Don’t worry though, we’ll all join you soon enough.”
“I won’t,” Gabrielle said.
Daphne scowled as she walked to the bench of every imaginable sex toy and costume provided by the wonderful room they were in. The Come and Go Room. They needed a better name for it.
Susan turned to Gabrielle with a grin. “Do you just enjoy annoying her? You know how upset she is that you’re completely immune to her efforts to seduce you,” she whispered.
Gabrielle shrugged. “I want to see how long before she gives up.”
“It’s Fi. She’ll never give up.”
“I don’t like girls, Susie.”
Susan reached out and patted Gabrielle’s knee. “I know, darling. And I don’t think she truly minds. I think you’re the first person to say no to her, and she can’t handle it.”
“Who all are going to be present at this meeting?” Padma asked nervously. Given what had happened in Harry’s dorm the previous night, she didn’t think she could handle Ron being there. Not that she thought it was likely.
“Well, the three of us. Harry. Sometimes Hermione pops in,” Daphne murmured, studying the various cuffs on display. In the end, she chose a pair covered with black satin, the perfect tool to go with the French Maid aesthetic she was gunning for.
“We talk about everything important in the coming week. Sometimes we play or cuddle,” Susan explained, gently pushing the brush through her long red hair.
“Sometimes Harry rails one of us and the others enjoy the show,” Gabrielle added, folding the page that featured the bed she liked. “It’s a great way to spend Sunday mornings before we all go to Hogsmeade together or go do our own things.”
The wooden door that led into the room materialized in the blank stone wall. It was pushed open and Harry and Hermione walked inside, in the middle of an earnest discussion.
“What do you think it all means?”
Harry sighed. “I have an idea. You won’t like it. It was a bloody stroke of luck that Katie overheard them and told us.”
They walked into the room together. They were holding hands, their fingers intertwined tightly, a fact not lost on any of Harry’s girlfriends. Susan exchanged a silent glance with Daphne, both of them sporting matching grins.
“Hey, sweetie.” Harry paused to pull Padma into a one-armed hug, kissing her cheek. “Getting ready for your week of service?”
Padma blushed and nodded, sinking into her boyfriend’s embrace.
“You’re going to be phenomenal.” Harry kissed her forehead, chuckling at her needy whine. “I’ll let Daphne finish preparing you, alright?”
Padma reluctantly retreated from his hold, watching him walk over to the beanbag next to Susan’s.
They all watched him flop onto it. Hermione, without comment or explanation, settled herself onto his lap and nuzzled into his chest, their hands still clasped together.
“How about we start today’s meeting with a recap of everything that happened last night?” Susan suggested with a grin.
“I slept with Harry, okay?!” Hermione burst out, unable to contain herself any longer. “I went up to the dorm last night to say goodnight to Harry and Padma, and Ron was being… Ron. He kept bugging me so I snogged Harry to prove a point and things just happened! There’s no need to get worked up about it! Not at all. We had sex. Amazing sex. Mind-blowing sex. Ron wouldn’t even look at me in the morning,” Hermione rambled, burying her face in an amused Harry’s chest.
“The dorm was empty. Well, empty except for us and him, so I removed the wards on the curtains, shut them with a sealing spell, and let him hear us. If he’s going to call us whores we might as well give him a show,” Harry added with a smirk.
“He called you a whore?”
“To be fair, Susie, Harry is a bit of a whore. I mean, three of the hottest girls in the school weren’t enough for him, he had to go and seduce the curvy genius and the sexy librarian in a single bloody night. That’s a manwhore right there,” Daphne teased, running her fingers over the various gags on offer until she settled on a simple black ball gag. “It’ll be fun to have two acts of service in a single week.”
“Ignore her. You don’t have to do it, Hermione,” Susan said kindly.
Hermione huffed, the uncharacteristic growl shocking everyone. She poked her head out of Harry’s chest, glaring at a confused Susan.
“Don’t treat me like that!”
“Like what?”
“Like… like Ron does! Like I’m a lump of flesh without any desires or needs who only cares about books and rules and homework. Like I’m a bloody prude! What if I want to serve you all for the week along with Padma?”
“The sexy librarian has a point.” Daphne chuckled, walking towards Padma with a tray full of toys she had selected. “We do tend to treat her like that.”
Hermione huffed. She glanced at Harry, but he was silently enjoying the exchange, his emerald eyes sparkling with happiness.
“I’m… sorry,” Susan murmured.
“Oh, don’t be,” Hermione said.
SMACK!
Everyone turned their attention to Daphne and Padma, their eyes fixed on the gentle jiggle of Padma’s perfect ass. Daphne grabbed a firm asscheek, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh. “That’s for not telling us this happened last night. You tell mistress everything, understood?”
Padma moaned and nodded.
‘Mistress?’ Harry mouthed, looking at Susan. Susan grinned and shrugged in response.
SMACK!
“I couldn’t hear you, sweetie.”
“Y-yes mistress!” Padma cried out, the heat in her cheeks matching the one spreading through her thick rear.
“You have taste, Granger,” Daphne teased, smearing lube on the emerald-topped butt plug she had chosen. She had set the tray of toys down on a table helpfully provided by the room. “First an International Quidditch Star and now the Boy-Who-Lived?”
“Viktor and I are just friends,” Hermione muttered, getting to her feet. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse, determined to prove to her mates that she wasn’t the prudish bookwork all of them assumed her to be. “We became friends after spending hours at the same table in the library. He used to come there to spend time with the girl he loves. After a while, I started running interference for them.”
“Why didn’t he go to the Ball with her?” Gabrielle asked, abandoning her magazine. Hermione’s story was much more interesting.
“Because she’s Karkaroff’s daughter. And he’s promised her to some old rich Pureblood in return for a buttload of gold. Viktor’s just starting out in the Pro circuit, he can’t match that price. They plan to elope at the end of this year but for now, they have to be careful to make sure nobody sees them together,” Hermione explained. “The plan was to open the Ball together and then disappear. Everyone would assume we went off to snog like half the couples in the castle and I’d let them spend time together. I didn’t think Harry needed me to be his fake girlfriend anymore so I thought it’d be alright,” Hermione explained with a blush. “Until Ron spectacularly derailed everything.”
“I told you, Susan. Should have let me castrate the idiot with fire,” Gabrielle muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.
“If you liked Harry, why not make a move earlier?”
“I don’t know, Susan.” Hermione wriggled out of her skirt, leaving her in a simple, practical set of white underwear. “I didn’t think he liked me. Then I had a tiny crush on this girl and I still liked Harry. My head was a big jumble of emotions and I had no idea what to do until Ron made things simple last night.”
“Fate’s a fickle bitch,” Gabrielle cackled, delighted that it had taken just one night for comeuppance. “He thought he was entitled to both Padma and Hermione, now he has no chance with either.”
“Hopefully this makes him understand what happens when you’re a jealous arse who treats his best friends like shit,” Susan murmured, although she was doubtful he’d learn the lesson that fast. She turned to Hermione, who had by now taken off her bra and underwear, and stood in front of Harry, as naked as she had been the night before. “You’re right, Fi. Definitely a sexy librarian,” she added, taking in Hermione’s petite, slender form, the damp spot on her panties growing.
“She’s my little pixie,” Harry finally chimed in. He hooked a finger, summoning Hermione to him. “It feels… right.”
“Darling, half the school thinks you two have been a couple since our first year,” Susan responded with a chuckle. “She has always been in your corner. I don’t doubt that it feels… ‘right’.”
Hermione’s cheeks turned pink. As she lay sandwiched between Harry and Padma the night before, she had come to the realization that she had been in love with her best friend for a very long time. She was his, it had just taken her four bloody years to realize the fact.
She kneeled in front of Harry, a soft moan escaping her pink lips as he roughly grabbed her messy brown hair and pulled her closer.
Gabrielle watched the show in front of her, enraptured. Even though she wasn’t interested in her mates sexually, she loved them all, and there was a certain beauty to watching them with Harry.
Susan meanwhile had spread her legs, her hand disappearing under her skirt to play with her aching pussy as she watched her soulmate with another woman. Nothing, not even their breeding roleplays turned her on as much as watching him with someone else, although she had only ever admitted that fact to Daphne. She moaned as her fingers pushed past her panties and buried into her wet slit, the girl keeping her eyes fixed on Harry and Hermione as she fingered herself.
Hermione had unzipped Harry’s pants, pulling them and his boxers down his legs to allow his large cock to spring free. She boldly wrapped her hand around its base, slowly pumping the thick shaft to coax it to grow to its full size.
“There. All done.”
All eyes turned to Daphne and Padma once more. Daphne had dressed her up as a maid, but Padma was now unlike any maid they had ever seen. Her lips stretched around a big black ball gag, a black leather collar wrapped around her slender neck. She was dressed in white stockings, heels, and a tiny frilly skirt that somehow covered even less than a thong would. Her ass was plugged and her arms were cuffed behind her back. To top it all off, a tray hung in front of her, connected to her clamped nipples with chains. Submissive. Bound. Ready to serve.
“Daph-” Harry groaned, his cock twitching in Hermione’s grasp.
“Don’t worry. The tray is enchanted. It only weighs as much as I want it to weigh.” As if to prove her point, the chains grew taut, Padma groaning at the sudden force on her stretched nipples.
Daphne patted her ass before walking over to the beanbag next to Harry’s, winking at Hermione as she sank into it. “Mind calling Dobby for breakfast, daddy? I’d like to have everything in place before we start.”
Harry nodded. He called out for the excitable house elf, grinning as he popped into the room with a loud CRACK!
“Harry Potter sir called for me! He called for Dobby!” Dobby hopped on his feet excitedly, his eyes flitting from person to person in the room. “What can Dobby do for Harry Potter sir and his soulmates?”
Harry chuckled. He had no idea why Dobby called them all his soulmates, but he’d never bothered to correct the elf. “How’re the socks, Dobby?” he asked, glancing at the mismatched pair he had gifted him for Christmas that now proudly adorned his feet. Nobody, not even Dobby thought this was out of the ordinary. It was a glimpse into what their home life would be, a safe place for them all to indulge in their desires.
“They keep me warm, Harry Potter sir!”
“I’m glad. Well, you know Susan, Daphne, and Mione.” Harry gestured to Daphne and Susan, and finally to Hermione, who had her back to him, her body obscuring most of Harry from view. Hermione waved but dutifully kept pumping Harry’s cock with her other hand. “That’s Padma.” He finally pointed to Padma, who was standing at attention, simultaneously terrified and aroused out of her mind with her current predicament.
Dobby bowed to everyone in turn, before finally bowing to Harry. “I will bring you something to eat!” With that, he disappeared with another loud CRACK!
“He’s been doing this for weeks and he’s still just as excited to see us,” Susan murmured, enamored with Dobby. “Malfoy is utter trash for treating him like he did. Our relationship with a house elf is supposed to be symbiotic. We are bound together, a family and their elf. And to think…” she trailed off as Dobby returned, not wanting to upset the poor elf by digging up his past.
“You can just put everything on Padma’s tray, Dobby. She’s serving us today,” Daphne said with a smile.
Dobby trotted over to Padma and bowed again. Padma responded with a tilt of her head. The elf slowly placed bottles of Butterbeer on the tray, before adding a plate of cookies and sandwiches.
“Would Harry Potter sir or mistresses be needing anything else?”
“No, thank you, Dobby,” Gabrielle answered, digging around in her bag for chocolate.
The elf bowed to everyone once more, before disapparating back to the kitchens.
“AH!” Padma groaned as the load on her breasts increased, Daphne tweaking the enchantment to stimulate the additional weight.
“What’s your safe word, darling?”
Padma rotated her head anti-clockwise in response to her mistress’s question.
“Good girl. So, what shall we talk about first?”
“Ron.”
“No,” Harry said to Susan. He tightened his grip on Hermione’s hair, gently guiding her lips to his now rock-hard cock. Hermione obediently parted her pink lips, knowing her and Padma’s purpose that day was simply to serve. “I cut him out of my life this morning, at least until he grows up. I’m not wasting any more breath on him. I have news we need to talk about.”
“Go on,” Gabrielle said, plucking a butterbeer and cookie from the tray. Padma stood in front of her, eyes lowered, the perfect picture of a submissive maid. Both she and Hermione were now drooling around the massive things stuffing their mouths, trickles of saliva running down to their chins and coating their breasts. Dollops of drool splattered down to Padma’s massive breasts. Hermione’s tiny mounds, meanwhile, were already completely coated, thin trickles hanging off her stiff pink nipples and splashing down to her thighs below. “I have some news too. Diggory ran into my sister and Alicia last night. He told her and Alicia to… and I can’t believe I’m saying this, take a bath with the egg. And to pass on the message to me and you.”
“Why is Cedric going around trying to get couples to be more intimate?” Susan asked with a frown. She picked up a ham sandwich, rewarding Padma with a kiss on her cheek. “Or is this some roundabout way of telling us how to figure out the egg?”
“Whater,” Padma mumbled from around the gag. When everyone looked at her with confused expressions, she cleared her throat and repeated, louder this time, “whater!”
Daphne whacked her forehead with her palm. “I’m an idiot. The wail should have been a dead giveaway. Darling, you are a genius.” She got up, walked over to Padma, and kissed her nose. “A genius. I’m so proud of you,” Daphne praised.
Padma’s smile grew, a trickle of arousal seeping out of her virgin pussy at the praise.
Harry and Susan stared at the two girls blankly. Hermione had gotten an idea of where they were going by now, but she was far too busy worshiping Harry’s cock to contribute anything meaningful to the discussion. She gripped his thighs tighter, her fingers digging into his skin as his tip hit the back of her throat, Harry pushing her down on his length until her nose was buried in his crotch. He kept her there, letting her gag and drool around his girth as his attention turned to Daphne.
“Merpeople. That’s how they sound out of water,” the blonde explained, returning to her beanbag. “The second task has something to do with the lake, it’s rumored to have them. I bet if you dunk the egg in water you’ll actually hear something.”
“Bloody roundabout way of helping us after I straight up told him about the dragons,” Harry groused. Hermione flicked her tongue out, tracing a throbbing vein on Harry’s cock to calm him down. She was rewarded by a quiet moan and him pulling her away, allowing her to take a deep breath before a gentle tug on her hair prompted her to continue blowing her best friend and now, boyfriend.
Gabrielle shrugged. “Just repeating what he told my sister.”
“That’s why you don’t help someone outside of our family out of the goodness of your heart, daddy. Most people are thankless.” Daphne grabbed a bottle of butterbeer from the tray when Padma paused in front of her. Padma squealed at the tug on the chains connecting the tray to her nipple clamps, her throbbing nubs now stinging deliciously. “Don’t, Susie,” Daphne said, cutting her off before the redhead could defend Cedric. “You know he could have just told Fleur. Or, if he didn’t want to help the Beauxbatons champion directly, waited to tell Harry. Daddy’s right. This roundabout way is a piss poor thanks for telling him about the dragons.”
“It’s a beautiful day. Let’s not argue. The important thing is that we figured out the egg,” Gabrielle interjected. “You said you had news too, Harry?”
“Hmm?” Harry turned his attention away from Hermione’s captivating brown eyes. She was looking up at him with pure adoration as she bobbed up and down on his cock, something that was driving him crazy.
‘I have… fantasies,’ she had declared to him the night before. ‘Things even you might find too kinky.’
He suddenly couldn’t wait to explore them all.
“News?” Susan moaned, burying her fingers back inside her pussy.
“Right,” Harry grunted, struggling to keep himself collected. What Hermione lacked in skill she certainly made up for in zeal and a will to learn. She impaled herself on his cock fearlessly, even as she gagged and slobbered around his length. “Uhm… Katie… Bell… from our house? She was out on the grounds last night and she overheard Snape and Karkaroff…” Harry breathed, moaning quietly. He reached out and pulled Susan’s bag closer, making her turn towards him. “Don’t stop. I know you like watching me with other women, wife” Harry teased, pulling up the loose Weird Sisters shirt Susan wore. He grinned at the lack of a bra, his fingers sinking into her creamy skin and gently kneading her breast.
Susan bit her lip, a strangled sob escaping her throat. She began to rub her clit desperately, her eyes fixed on Hermione bobbing her head up and down on Harry’s cock.
“That can’t be good,” Daphne murmured mildly. Her eyes were trained on Padma, watching the curvy girl try her best to follow instructions and remain still until she was called upon to serve one of them.
“It wasn’t. Karkaroff was terrified out of his mind. Kept repeating that something was getting darker and that they needed to flee before he came back.”
“Oh. That’s definitely not good.”
The serious moment was shattered by Susan’s loud moan. She clamped a hand to her mouth, looking apologetically at Harry. Harry responded by pinching her stiff nipple and twisting it. “I’m sorry!” Susan squealed, desperately pumping her fingers in and out of her gushing slit.
“He also mentioned Malfoy. Said he was worried as hell that their ‘master’ would punish him for losing something valuable that presumably belonged to Voldemort.”
This time, nobody shuddered. Everyone had gotten used to him using the name, even if they couldn’t bring themselves to use it as well.
“Valuable?” Gabrielle asked.
“Yeah. I’m gonna… think about it a little more when I’m not…” Harry gestured at Hermione.
Daphne chuckled. “I’d love to see Granger’s pretty face splattered with your cum before I leave.”
Harry nodded and focused all of his attention on Hermione. Hermione groaned around his cock as he used his grip in her hair to piston in and out of her throat, her very first blowjob turning into a proper throat-fucking.
Daphne had kneeled behind Susan, her arms snaking around the redhead's body to grab her massive breasts. She began to massage the mounds, leaning up to whisper in Susan’s ear. “You’re a dirty little wife, aren’t you, Susie? You like watching your man with other women?” she whispered, her breath hot on the desperate girl’s skin.
“Mhm!” Susan moaned, unable to look away from Harry and Hermione. He was close. Soon, his seed, to which only she once had a right, would coat his best friend’s face. The thought of it caused another gush of arousal to leak out of her stuffed pussy.
“Once this business with the Second Task is over, I’m going to tie you up.” Daphne playfully flicked her nipple. “And each and every one of us is going to sleep with your man, taking turns. And all you can do is watch,” she teased, tugging on Susan’s earlobe.
Harry pulled Hermione free of his cock just in time. He exploded with a loud groan, Hermione having mere seconds to close her eyes before a thick rope of warm, white cum slammed onto her eyelids. More ropes followed, drenching her face from forehead to chin with his cum, her skin covered with a layer of his seed. Hermione stayed in place, kneeling and patiently waiting for instructions while Harry tried to catch his breath.
Watching him cum was the last straw for Susan and she came undone with a shrill shriek. She squirted, most of her arousal staining her pushed-aside panties and thighs, but some of it slammed into Hermione’s side, drenching the brunette’s hair, shoulder, and arm with her cum.
Susan slumped back into Daphne’s arms, a tired but happy smile on her face. “Mistress?” she asked softly, still lazily massaging her clit.
“Yes, my sweetness?”
“You promise?”
“I promise. For now, go take care of Harry.”
Susan nodded and sunk to her knees, her legs too weak to walk. She crawled over to Hermione and peppered her shoulder with kisses, lapping up her own pussy juices. Her eyes flickered to Harry, happily letting him watch as she worked to clean up the woman he had just taken with her lips and her tongue.
“Harry?” Daphne asked.
“Yes?” Harry responded, unable to pull his eyes away from Susan. She was taking care of an exhausted Hermione with loving tenderness, kissing her shut eyes and slowly licking away the cum coating her skin.
“Is your invisibility cloak in your bag?”
“Mhm.”
Daphne got to her feet, walking over to where the bag lay. She paused on the way to remove the tray and gag from Padma and set them down on the table with the toys, grinning at the quiet sigh of relief. She grabbed the cloak from her bag and used it to cover the short, curvy girl. “We’re going to let them have their fun today, and we’re going to have our own fun. Okay, darling?”
“Mhm!”
“Coming, Delacour?”
“Yep!” Gabrielle kissed Harry’s cheek, having thoroughly enjoyed the show he, Hermione, and Susan had put on.
The two blondes left the Room of Requirement chatting happily, an invisible Padma following close behind, leaving Harry and his two lovers to enjoy the delights the room had to offer.
Notes:
Did I just do plot progression and spicy af stuff in one chapter? Whaaaat? The reason for this later than usual upload is that one of my Patrons had an idea. Speaking of, if you wanna share ideas/kinks about my stories with me, join my Discord! The invite is in the pinned post. The idea was that since Shy! Hermione is so popular, I should try writing a Hermione that is inexperienced but eager to explore her desires! So I rewrote the chapter and I honestly feel this version is way better. This way Padma and Hermione don't basically have the same personality. The next chapter will be The Second Task and Katie's official entry!
Comments
R. Collins
It will be flashed back to in a chapter that focuses on Harry and Hermione. Kinda like what I did with Gabrielle. I like going that route cause it allows me to move the plot forward at the same time I'm building the relationships!
Michael
Will the Hermione part mentioned here be flashed back to or did it already happen in a prev chapter and I missed it?
I am lord dems
This is the type of chapter I like both plot and spice all in one.
