Chapter 31: Chapter 31: Uncharted Territory

    The sudden silence that filled the room -once again discounting the sound of colliding flesh- after his question was rather amusing for Harry, with both girls caught flatfooted by his casual acceptance of the situation. Hermione even pushed the towel off her face to turn again to face him once more, a disbelieving expression -mixed with a thick layer of pleasure- on her face, but Harry just smiled at her before turning his attention back to Lavender, but he didn''t neglect to pick up the pace even more to keep Hermione distracted.

    "So, how are you?" he said, repeating his earlier question.

    "Not bad, but definitely can''t compare to you guys," she answered despite her blush, her arm around her chest still loose enough to give occasional glimpses of her pink areolas.

    "That''s a pity," he answered. "I would''ve guessed that our show merited better praise than such a lukewarm one."

    Lavender''s eyebrow quirked in a pleasant surprise, but considering she was still standing just a few feet away, unconcerned, it couldn''t be said to be deep. "Are you saying that the show wasn''t completely accidental?"

    "It was as accidental as your towel slip and dancing hips, or are you going to claim that you always walk around like you''re posing for an erotic photo shoot."

    The first vocal reaction came from Hermione. "What!" she exclaimed, not welcoming Harry''s awareness of the situation, but she was silenced by a stiff spank to her ass.

    "Don''t be rude, Hermione. I''m talking with Lavender. And it''s not like you don''t have your own things to focus on." She tried to open her mouth once more, but Harry preempted her move by pushing her to down until her face was pressed against the pillow, with her ass pointing upwards, giving him the excellent access to take her in a modified doggy style pose, his hands pinning her waist against the bed. He picked up the pace, and any word Hermione might have turned into muffled cries. "So, Lavender, care to answer?"

    It took a while for Lavender to answer, her eyes stuck on the merciless way Harry was slamming against Hermione, whose cries rose high despite the pillow against her face, helping her to muffle her voice. "Well," she started, stretching the word carefully even as she put her hand on his shoulder, the same one that was covering her breasts just a moment ago, signaling that the fun times were just at the corner. "There is a small chance that some of my actions were intentional to have some fun, but from the situation, it doesn''t seem like you mind."

    "Of course I don''t, and I''m sure Hermione doesn''t as well." A muffled answer rose from Hermione, one that was distinctly negative, but Harry silenced her with another spank on her bottom. "Don''t be rude, sweetie, she is your roommate, and it was your inconsiderate actions that put her into such an inconvenient state. It''s your duty to help her."

    "I''m not aroused," Lavender tried to argue, but silenced after receiving a quirked eyebrow. More importantly, she didn''t say anything when he put his hand on her leg, slowly dragging it under the towel, until reaching a certain part of her anatomy, thick with arousal.

    "It doesn''t feel like it," he said as he pulled back his glistening fingers, making Lavender blush more. Then, he brought his fingers towards Hermione''s lips, finally managing to widen Lavender''s eyes in shock. "But we can always ask for a second opinion," he added as he slid his fingers, covered with Lavender''s juices, into Hermione''s mouth. Hermione tried to send him an angry gaze, but it withered under yet another spank.

    "That''s..." Lavender murmured in shock as she tried to process the extremity of his action. "... hot," she continued, feeling hard to deny her arousal.

    "That''s the spirit," Harry said as he grabbed the loose towel around her waist, slowly pulling it away. Lavender had plenty of time to pull the towel back, or stop him, but her hands chose to trace his biceps instead, a movement that sped up rather noticeably when his fingers landed on her supple thighs once more, moving determinedly towards her wet lips.

    "Harry, what are you doing!" Hermione managed to shout in shock while his fingers slipped inside Lavender''s wet lips. Harry rewarded her with yet another spank, but also picked up speed, railing against her backdoor mercilessly. Hermione''s words dwindled, too busy crying in pleasure.

    "Don''t be selfish, Mione," he answered even as he explored Lavender''s wetness. "You''re not the only one who is feeling stressed because of the upcoming OWLs. It wouldn''t be fair if poor Lavender failed the exam because of her reduced studying performance. And her housemates, it''s our responsibility to assist her. Don''t you think so, Lav?"

    "Oh, yes," Lavender gasped even as one of her hands reached to her huge breasts, but still supple despite their size. "I''m very stressed, and your private meetings are not helping, especially with their frequency."

    "But-" Hermione tried to answer, only to receive yet another spank, while his other hand picked up speed, slowly pushing Lavender forward on the cliff or arousal. He could have pushed for it quicker, of course, but her first time, Lavender deserved something better than a quick, magically-assisted finger pump.

    "Since you have-" Harry said, his words interrupted by Lavender''s surprised laugh. "Since you have some concerns about helping her directly," he repeated while sending Lavender a playful glare, "why don''t we try to give her a better view so that she can handle her business."

    With that, he pulled his hand away from Lavender while simultaneously pulling out of Hermione. Then, he sat directly across Lavender when he pulled Hermione onto his lap once more, with her back against his chest, leaving Hermione face to face with her roommate. "Harry!" Hermione exclaimed once more, but this time, Harry chose to squeeze her breast hard rather than spanking her, which still earned a sexy moan as a reward.

    "Come on, Mione, there''s nothing to be ashamed about, you have an amazing body, after all," he said as his hands started to dance over her body, the sudden compliment enough to silence Hermione for a while, aided greatly by the pleasure she was earning through the tight grip of her puckered hole.

    It took a while for her shock to wear off, and at that point, the pleasure of the kiss was too sweet to desert. Her lips joined the fray with a renewed desire, her tongue deciding to fight against the dominance of his, a battle destined to futility. "I never expected you to be so... domineering," Lavender murmured when they pulled back for a breather, her hips still grinding desperately.

    "I''m catching enough trouble from the mindless masses as is, I don''t need any more complication," Harry explained. "But since you have pushed through the veil, I don''t have trouble giving you the full range of experience."

    "What do you mean -" Lavender started, only to turn into a shocked cry as Harry pushed in her without a warning, her tightness enveloping his shaft, assisted greatly by her wetness. "You promised!" she moaned, which would have been more effective if she hadn''t already started moving up and down in her volition.

    "It was an accident," he said shamelessly. "But we can stop if you want," he added with a smirk, trusting that Lavender was too far gone to test his patience, especially Hermione''s evidence showing that he had no problem leaving her on the edge to prove a point.

    "Well, since we started..." Lavender murmured as she rose up until only his crown was inside her, only to slam herself back loudly.

    "Excellent choice," he said as he started pumping inside, and Lavender''s moans rising up.

    Under the circumstances, Harry wasn''t surprised when the bathroom door opened a minute later, and Hermione walked inside, a towel wrapped around her body, But rather than sadness or anger, frustration dominated her face. "I can''t believe you," she exclaimed heatedly.

    "Come on, Mione, you need to decide one way or another. You asked me to stop, and I stopped. Luckily, your roommate was selfless enough to help me. What else do you want?" His words left Hermione rather annoyed, though Lavender''s victorious gaze under the circumstances hadn''t exactly helped.

    "I want..." Hermione started, but her words were cut short as she watched them with shocked eyes, arousal playing no small part.

    "I can''t hear you, walk closer," Harry ordered, and much to Lavender''s shock, Hermione followed his command without a delay. Only when she was already halfway she realized the absurdity of her obedience, but at that point, she preferred to continue, stopping only when she stood a couple of feet away from them. She tried to keep her gaze on his eyes, but the view of Lavender''s entrance devouring his shaft again and again was too attractive to be denied.

    "So, what do you want," Harry said, acting like he missed her desperate trembling, or the drippings of arousal traveling down her leg.

    "I want to..." Hermione murmured, trying to gather her courage. With a sigh, she dropped her towel, revealing her body in its full nakedness. Lavender whistled in appreciation, breaking the monotony of her moans. "I want to continue..."

    "Sure," Harry said with a smirk. "Of course, you have to wait until I''m finished with Lavender. It would be rude to leave her hanging, right?"

    "But-" Hermione tried to say, but Harry cut her off with a gesture.

    "No buts. It would be rude to leave her halfway just because you had a change of mind. It''s not a comfortable situation, is it?"

    "No, it isn''t," she answered.

    "Exactly, so be a good girl and wait your turn. Or alternatively, you can help her to arrive quicker, therefore having your turn earlier."

    Hermione looked at them in shock. "That''s too much," she exclaimed.

    "Your call," Harry answered. "Then you need to wait. Ten minutes should be enough," he said. Lavender shook her head aggressively. "Sorry, let''s make it thirty minutes. You can wait for half an hour, right?"

    Of course, under the grasp of the spell that prevented her from reaching the climax, that was a difficult call. Harry watched the dance of emotions reflecting on her face as she tried to decide, all the while Lavender jumped up and down his lap enthusiastically.

    Soon, her expression solidified...