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Chapter 36
🕑 Added 2025-07-25 15:25:53 +0000 UTCAn Hour of Fun (Multi)
An Hour of Fun (Multi)
*All characters are over the age of 18*
Harry woke up early again. Sunday morning. The dorm was still dark, full of soft breathing and the occasional snore — Ron’s being by far the loudest. Harry glanced over at him and couldn’t help but grin. Ron had been doing well lately. His Charms work had finally clicked, he’d smashed that Defence essay last week, and he was now officially dating Megan Jones. That last part still made Harry smirk a bit. He hadn’t seen it coming, but it suited him.
Still, Harry was glad none of the lads were awake yet. It meant breakfast could be used for something a bit more important — talking to Ginny and Hermione about the Den.
He grabbed his jumper, ruffled his hair into something slightly less insane, and headed down to the Great Hall. As expected, Ginny and Hermione were already there, tucked into one of the smaller side tables the staff usually ignored on weekends. They were eating toast — loads of it — and what looked like smashed avocado with lemon. Very Hermione.
Harry crept up behind Ginny, leaned down, and slid his hands around her waist with a quick tickle. She jumped, squealed, then started giggling before he pulled her into a long, messy kiss.
“Morning, love,” he said, grinning like an idiot as he dropped into the seat next to her.
“God,” Hermione muttered, though she was smiling. “I love you two but stop snogging everywhere.”
Harry chuckled. “Morning to you too.”
They chatted a bit, the way they always did — half talking, half chewing, Ginny with her legs slung over his under the table. Harry filled them in on the weird dream he’d had about McGonagall riding a dragon, Hermione ranted briefly about a Transfiguration reading no one had finished, and Ginny mostly just laughed at both of them.
Then Ginny leaned in, eyeing them both with that mischievous little look she always got when something was brewing.
“Well,” she said, licking a bit of avocado off her finger, “since there’s no Quidditch today… we’ve got a very, very free afternoon.”
She looked at Hermione, who raised her eyebrows at Harry, barely hiding the smirk.
Harry narrowed his eyes. “Why do I get the feeling this isn’t going to involve chess?”
Hermione gave a faux-innocent shrug. “The girls had an idea last night. About the Den.”
“Of course you did,” Harry said, shaking his head. “You lot think about sex more than I do now. It’s genuinely worrying.”
“Oh shut it,” Ginny said, grinning as she kicked him lightly under the table. “Like you’re any better.”
“You’re the worst of us,” Hermione added matter-of-factly, pointing her knife at him. “You just pretend you’re not.”
“Fair,” Harry said, holding up his hands. “So, what’s the big idea then?”
Hermione sat back, clearly enjoying the reveal. “We get everyone in the Den this afternoon. Then we cast a spell to randomly select one person — just one. That person becomes the... let’s call it, the ‘focus’. And for the next hour, everyone else does everything they can to make that person feel as good as possible.”
Harry blinked. Then blinked again.
“Bloody hell,” he said finally. “That’s... that’s actually brilliant.”
Ginny winked at him. “Thought you might like it.”
“I love it,” he said. “Genuinely. Ten points to Horny-dor.”
Hermione rolled her eyes but stood, brushing toast crumbs from her jumper. “I’ll go tell the others to be ready by two.”
“Good thinking,” Harry said, already imagining the possibilities.
She gave them both a nod and left, already pulling parchment from her bag and scribbling down names. Harry turned back to Ginny, who just smirked and passed him half of her toast.
They ate the rest of their breakfast slow, feet tangled under the table, sun starting to creep through the windows.
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By the time Harry stepped through the Den’s door, half the girls were already there. Clothes gone, obviously. His spell kicked in like always. The room felt warm and slow, soft cushions and lazy limbs everywhere. Parvati and Padma were trading lip gloss in the corner. Luna was upside down on a beanbag for no reason. Romilda was painting something on Susan’s back. Just another Sunday.
He dropped his bag by the door and stretched a bit, still half-sleepy. Ginny waved him over, already sitting cross-legged on one of the big floor cushions next to Hermione.
“Took your time,” she said.
“I was literally five minutes,” Harry said, flopping down next to her.
“Still late,” Hermione muttered, though she didn’t sound bothered.
The rest filtered in slowly. Lavender, Cho, Daphne, Hannah. Everyone chatted like normal. No one mentioned the plan, not yet, but it was hanging there.
Once they were all in, Hermione stood up with the parchment.
“Alright,” she said. “So. Everyone knows the deal. First time we’re trying this.”
A few heads nodded. Parvati grinned.
“We tap the charm,” Hermione went on, “one person gets picked. They get the next hour to do nothing. Everyone else does... whatever they want to make them feel good.”
“Like, everything?” Hannah asked, already smiling.
“Everything,” Hermione said. “If they want it.”
“Consent still exists, Susan,” Ginny said, poking her in the thigh.
“I always ask,” Susan said, laughing.
Hermione looked around. “Ready?”
No one objected.
She tapped the parchment.
It glowed — shimmered a bit — then stopped.
The name lit up in soft gold.
Lavender.
She let out a loud, dramatic gasp and pressed a hand to her chest.
“Oh my god. I’m honoured.”
“You’re insufferable,” said Padma.
“Thank you,” Lavender said brightly, already lying back into the biggest cushion like it was a throne.
Harry stood up and cracked his knuckles.
“Well,” he said, glancing around at the others. “Shall we?”
Hermione flicked her wand toward the hourglass in the corner. Sand started falling.
Lavender didn’t waste a second. The moment her name lit up, she grinned, stretched out on the big centre cushion, and spread her arms like she was inviting the whole bloody room.
“Alright,” she said, licking her lips. “Impress me.”
Parvati was on her in seconds, straddling one of her thighs and grinding down slowly like she’d been waiting for this all week. Her hands slid up Lavender’s sides, cupped her tits, and Lavender let out a low, pleased hum.
Romilda was next. She dropped to her knees between Lavender’s legs, palms already gliding up her thighs. She looked up, met her eyes, and smiled like she knew exactly what she was about to do. Lavender didn’t blink. Just bit her lip and arched her hips a little higher, giving Romilda a better angle.
Susan crawled in from the other side, leaned down, and kissed Lavender hard, pulling her hair tight at the roots. Lavender moaned straight into her mouth.
“Fucking hell,” Hannah muttered from the sidelines, already touching herself.
Hermione didn’t even bother sitting — she just dropped to her knees behind Lavender’s head and started kissing her neck, her collarbone, her shoulder, slow and steady. Cho took the spot next to her and trailed her fingers along Lavender’s stomach, watching her reactions like she was studying for a NEWT.
Lavender gasped when Romilda’s tongue finally made contact. Loud. Unfiltered. Like she didn’t care who heard her — and she didn’t. She grabbed Parvati’s arse with both hands and pulled her down harder against her thigh, moving with her.
Ginny leaned over to Harry, voice low. “She’s already halfway there.”
Harry didn’t move. Just smirked. “They’re doing fine without me.”
Ginny laughed, pressed a kiss to his neck, and joined the circle. She slid in beside Cho and took over the kissing, trailing her mouth down Lavender’s ribs, then her side, then lower.
Romilda didn’t let up. She had one hand gripping Lavender’s thigh, the other inside her already, fingers moving slow and deep while her mouth stayed busy. Lavender’s moans came faster now, louder, one hand in Romilda’s hair, the other groping blindly until Hermione caught it and kissed her knuckles.
“You alright, love?” Hermione murmured.
Lavender’s only reply was a groan and a breathless, “Fucking hell yes.”
Daphne and Luna swapped places without speaking — Luna sliding in behind to massage Lavender’s calves, Daphne between Lavender and Susan, her mouth moving across Lavender’s chest like she was tasting her. Her tongue circled a nipple, slow, while her hand trailed down, brushing Romilda’s wrist, syncing with her rhythm.
The room moved like a current. Every minute someone else joined, shifted, slid away, only to come back in from a new angle. It wasn’t chaotic — it was deliberate, like they’d all agreed to ruin Lavender just enough to make her forget where she was.
Lavender’s legs started shaking. Her back arched. She gasped out Romilda’s name — then Parvati’s — then a half-laugh as Daphne’s tongue caught her off guard.
Harry stayed sitting. Watching. Hard already but in no rush. Susan ended up next to him again and wrapped a hand around him without a word. Just glanced at his face and smirked.
“You’ll want to be ready soon,” she said. “She’s getting close.”
"Not yet." Harry said with a smirk.
Lavender wasn’t even pretending to stay quiet anymore. Her mouth was open, panting, moaning. Her whole body was tense and twitching, her hands scrabbling at whoever she could reach.
“Holy shit,” she gasped. “Don’t stop. Please don’t—"
She came loud. Full-body. Back arched off the cushions. Romilda didn’t stop. Neither did Daphne. Hermione kissed her through it while Ginny bit down gently on her thigh just to push her a little further.
It took a minute before Lavender collapsed back into the pillows, sweaty and glowing, hair a mess.
She blinked up at the ceiling and let out a half-laugh.
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Lavender was still lying there, chest rising and falling, hair sticking to her forehead, legs twitching every so often like she was still riding the aftershocks.
Hermione leaned over, checked the hourglass, then raised an eyebrow.
“You’ve got forty-five minutes left,” she said casually, like she was reading out a class schedule.
Lavender blinked, then groaned, dragging an arm over her eyes.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she muttered. “You lot trying to kill me?”
“We haven’t even gotten started,” Ginny said, grinning as she sat back on her heels.
Romilda popped her head up from between Lavender’s legs, lips shiny, hair wild. “Do you want me to stop?”
Lavender stared at the ceiling, then shook her head. “Absolutely fucking not.”
Romilda just laughed and went right back down.
Parvati climbed over, straddled Lavender properly this time and kissed her, tongue first, messy. Lavender kissed back immediately, grabbing her arse with both hands like she’d just remembered she could move.
Susan reappeared behind her, slid her hands under Lavender’s back, lifted her slightly so Cho could slip in underneath. Cho didn’t even wait — her fingers found Lavender’s tits, thumbs circling slow, teasing. Hermione slid in from the other side and took her time just kissing along her jaw, her ear, whispering filthy little encouragements in a voice that was all sugar.
“You’re doing well,” she said softly, lips brushing Lavender’s skin. “But I think you’ve got another one in you.”
“Another three,” Ginny said, already kissing her way back down Lavender’s thigh.
Lavender just moaned again. Loud. No words this time.
Harry watched it for a bit, hand lazily stroking himself while Daphne sucked on his neck. Luna knelt next to them, trailing her fingertips across his chest like she was drawing something invisible.
“You should go soon,” Luna said. “She was asking for you earlier.”
Harry didn’t answer, just kissed Daphne, then finally stood.
Lavender was somewhere between moaning and laughing when he crouched beside her again. Her eyes opened and locked onto his.
“Told you you weren’t done,” he said.
“I’m not even alive anymore,” she said. “I think I left my body.”
Harry kissed her, deep, then slid two fingers between her legs without waiting. She was soaked, obviously. Romilda had left her a mess. He curled his fingers just right, slow and deep, and Lavender’s back arched again, like she hadn’t already come once.
Ginny leaned in beside him, licking lazy circles around Lavender’s nipple, while Parvati ground down gently on her thigh.
“You’re such a fucking show-off,” Parvati said to Harry, but she didn’t sound mad.
“Jealous?” he asked.
Parvati just smirked and leaned over to kiss him. He kissed her back without breaking rhythm with his fingers.
Lavender came again less than a minute later. It wasn’t loud like before. Just this long, low moan that didn’t stop. Her hands clenched at whatever they could reach — Hermione’s wrist, Cho’s hip, the cushion under her. She shook, sucked in air, blinked up at the ceiling like she didn’t even know what year it was.
Harry finally pulled his fingers out, wiped them on his thigh, and kissed her again.
“That’s fifteen minutes,” Hermione said, glancing at the glass.
“Fuck me,” Lavender breathed.
“We’re trying,” Cho said.
And the Den moved again. Parvati swapped out with Padma. Romilda flopped down next to Luna, legs tangled. Daphne disappeared under Lavender’s arm, kissing slow down her ribs. Hannah rejoined from the sidelines, eyes locked on Lavender like she was a puzzle she was desperate to take apart.
And still — thirty minutes to go.
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Lavender was flat on her back again. Chest heaving. Legs parted, twitching. Her skin glowed with sweat. Her hair was a disaster. She looked completely gone — in the best way.
But she still had half an hour left.
Hermione glanced at the glass. “Harry?”
He was already moving. Slow, deliberate. Everyone cleared space like they knew what time it was.
Ginny caught his arm as he passed. “Give her hell.”
Lavender looked up at him passionately, "Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me hard."
Harry smirked. “Oh, I will.”
He knelt between Lavender’s legs and leaned in close, his hands sliding up her thighs. She shivered under his touch, eyes fluttering open just enough to see him.
“You still with us?” he asked.
Lavender let out a rough little laugh. “Barely.”
“You’ll manage.”
He kissed her — not gentle. Deep. One hand gripping her jaw, the other sliding under her back to pull her closer. She moaned into his mouth, arms wrapping around him like she couldn’t get enough.
He didn’t waste time. He pushed inside her in one slow, steady thrust and she gasped — loud, sharp, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck,” she breathed.
She was still soaked, warm and twitching around him already. Romilda had done her job well. But this — this was different. Harry didn’t tease. He didn’t ask. He moved like he owned her for the hour and Lavender responded like that was exactly what she wanted.
Parvati sat back, legs curled under her, just watching, eyes dark.
Hermione moved behind Lavender again and held her hands, steadying her as Harry started to fuck her. No buildup. Just firm, deep strokes, hips snapping forward hard enough to make Lavender cry out every time.
“Holy— fuck— Harry—”
“You're so fucking tight” he said low.
She smiled quickly, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut.
Ginny crawled over and kissed Lavender while Harry kept going, one hand gripping her thigh, the other pressed flat against her stomach, pinning her down.
Every thrust sent a new moan from Lavender’s throat, her whole body jerking with the rhythm. Her tits bounced with each movement, and Daphne leaned in to suck on one, keeping time with him.
Harry didn’t slow down.
Lavender started babbling. Words falling out of her mouth that didn’t even make sense. “Yes, yes, don’t stop, fuck, you’re— Merlin— please—”
He pulled her legs higher, pushed deeper, and she let out a sound that wasn’t even human.
Susan was touching herself again. Luna had her hand on Cho’s thigh, stroking in slow circles. Padma was whispering something to Romilda, eyes still on Harry.
Lavender came again — violently — her whole body locking up, back arching off the cushion, scream muffled by Ginny’s mouth on hers.
Harry didn’t stop.
He grunted, adjusted his grip, and kept thrusting. Lavender was shaking, her legs trembling, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes but she didn’t say stop.
She never said stop.
Hermione stroked her hair, murmuring something soft, grounding her. Daphne and Ginny kissed her everywhere they could reach. Harry just kept going, focused, relentless, not even close to finished.
Eventually, he leaned in, lips brushing her ear.
“You’ve got twenty minutes left.”
Lavender let out a choked laugh that turned into another moan.
“You’re evil.”
He smiled against her neck. “You love it.”
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Lavender was barely coherent. Her hair was sticking to her face, her chest rising in frantic, shallow bursts. She’d already come three, maybe four times — no one was really counting anymore. Her body twitched with every thrust, eyes rolled back, mouth open.
And then Ginny stood.
She walked over to the corner drawer — the one no one ever opened unless things were really about to get serious.
Hermione joined her. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. Hermione opened the drawer and pulled out a sleek, dark toy, still wrapped in silk. Ginny grinned, took it from her, and flicked her wand. The toy hovered for a second, then came to life with a soft mechanical hum.
Hermione turned back toward Lavender, who was still being fucked stupid by Harry, and leaned down next to her ear.
“Want more?” she asked, voice low.
Lavender managed a nod, the pleasure overwhelming her. She looked over and saw what Ginny was holding, "Oh fuck yes, get that thing in me."
Ginny knelt between Lavender’s legs, behind Harry, and stroked a hand along the curve of her arse.
“I thought you'd say that” she said.
Harry didn’t stop. He shifted just slightly to give them room. Ginny slicked the toy with her tongue, just for show, then gently pressed it against Lavender’s arse.
Lavender jolted. “Oh— fuck—”
“Breathe,” Hermione whispered, stroking her hand through Lavender’s hair again. “Just relax.”
The toy slid in slowly. Ginny was patient, one hand on Lavender’s lower back, guiding it in inch by inch. Lavender’s whole body tensed — then loosened — then tensed again when it hit deeper.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, legs kicking a little.
Harry adjusted his grip on her thighs and pushed in again at the same time. The combination hit her hard. Her back arched. She let out a strangled sound, halfway between a sob and a moan.
The toy kept moving, steady and smooth, while Harry stayed deep and firm. They found a rhythm — coordinated chaos. Lavender was fucked from both ends, completely taken, completely wrecked.
Ginny held the base of the toy steady. Hermione kissed Lavender’s temple, whispering quiet encouragements. “Bet you feel full don't you, good little whore.”
Lavender grabbed at anything — Cho’s wrist, the cushion, Parvati’s leg. She couldn’t form words anymore. Just these gasps, these cries that got louder every time Harry and the toy pushed in at the same time.
Harry grunted, breath hot against her neck. “You’re so fucking tight like this.”
Lavender’s whole body convulsed. Her moan cracked in the middle. Her toes curled, her nails scraped across Harry’s back.
And then she came.
Hard.
Harder than before.
She shook, she screamed, she went completely still — and then collapsed back into the cushion like she’d just blacked out for half a second.
Ginny slowly pulled the toy out, wiped it with a flick of her wand, and set it aside. Hermione stroked Lavender’s hair, holding her like she might actually melt into the floor.
Harry pulled out slow, careful, kissed her shoulder.
Lavender didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just breathed.
“Ten minutes left,” Hermione said quietly, checking the glass again.
Lavender laughed — one short, broken sound.
“Finish me.”
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Harry pulled out slow, careful, and leaned back, giving her a second.
"Harry I want your cock in my mouth" Lavender said bluntly.
Ginny walked passed him with the dildo “Switch?”
Harry nodded without a word, still catching his breath, and Ginny then knelt behind her. She pressed the tip of the toy to her entrance and slid it in again — easy now, her body already used to it, soaked and stretched and open.
Lavender gasped, hips jerking.
Harry leaned over her, kissed her neck, then said low in her ear, “You're not done. Not until we say so.”
At the same time, Harry moved in front of her and guided him back into her mouth.
Lavender moaned around him.
“Fuck,” Harry muttered, the vibrations hitting him immediately.
Cho straddled Lavender’s thigh and started grinding down slow. Luna leaned over from the side and kissed along her ribs. Susan sat just behind her head and let Lavender rest against her chest, brushing damp hair off her face.
“You’re amazing,” Susan whispered. “You’ve taken all of us. Still going.”
Lavender whimpered, mouth still full, body moving with the toy now deep in her again, buzzing inside her in steady pulses.
Hermione joined Ginny at the front, her hand on Lavender’s jaw, fingers tracing the curve of her throat as she watched her suck Harry off between ragged breaths. “She’s shaking,” she said softly.
“She’s close again,” Ginny said.
Ginny pushed the toy deeper, then angled it slightly — and that was it.
Lavender broke.
Her moan came out muffled around Harry’s cock, her whole body tensing hard, legs locking up. She came again, violently, her throat fluttering, her hands grabbing blindly at Ginny’s thighs. Water spilled from the corners of her eyes. She didn’t pull back. She didn’t try to stop. She just took it, kept sucking, kept twitching, rode it until her body gave out. She loved it.
Ginny pulled back gently, helped her breathe, kissed her forehead.
Hermione then took the toy and slid it out with a soft pop and dropped it onto the cushion beside him. She leaned forward and kissed her, deep, proud, filthy.
Lavender was gone. Just gasping, soaked, trembling, half-laughing through the haze.
“Time's up” Hermione said, but it was just for the record.
Lavender didn’t move.
Padma knelt down beside her, cupped her face, and kissed her slow.
“God you're so sexy,” she whispered.
“Best show yet,” said Parvati, still touching herself lazily in the corner.
Lavender’s voice finally came out — cracked, breathless.
“I… I can’t feel my legs. That was so much fucking fun.”
“Good,” said Ginny, lying down next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist.
Then Luna clapped softly. “I would very much like to be next.”
Hermione just nodded. “We’re definitely doing this again. Whenever there's no quidditch on a weekend.”
They all looked ready for it immediately.
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