Detention with the lovely Professor Umbridge had been the sort of ordeal that left Harry ready to shamble back to the dorm rooms and fuck the brains out of his girls. He had no intention of talking about the draconian punishment the pink-clad new teacher and Ministry representative had doled out to him, but suffice to say, he was in no mood to play games. Which made it both a relief and rather odd when he got back to the common room rather late that night, only to find Hermione sitting there patiently alone, waiting for him. The girls had promised they'd be upstairs and that they were cooking up a surprise, but he saw only the bushy-haired brunette.

"You're finally out," Hermione said gladly to her boyfriend, standing up and leaning in for a kiss, one that involved a significant amount of tongue and his hands grabbing her ass through her skirt with a deep, general disregard for who was looking. "We've been waiting for you, and our surprise is done. Put this on." She handed to Harry a necklace, a silver chain from which dangled one of Luna's radish earrings.

"This is what the five of you spent all night on?" Harry asked, figuring there was probably more to it than that, but unable to resist the sarcasm as he accepted it. Hermione shot him a look of frustration, to which he added, "No, I mean, it's nice. I'm glad you girls are all taking up a hobby together, I-"

"Harry."

"Yes, dear?"

"Just put it on and follow me."

The Gryffindor dormitories held a strange double standard that Harry figured dated back centuries to an older, misguided time. The stairway up to the girls' dorms was enchanted to keep boys out, turning into a slide that would eject any guys who tried to climb up them, and yet it was to those stairs that Hermione brought Harry as his fingers clumsily tried to do up the necklace clasp. "Hermione, these are the girls' stairs."

"Yes, I know." Hermione pushed Harry forward, and he reluctantly stepped onto the stairway, looking around to make sure nobody was around as he took his first step. It didn't immediately turn into a slide, and no noises went off in klaxon-like alarms, but it didn't give him much confidence. Neither did the second step, as he stepped forward precariously. "Come on Harry, they're only stairs." The magical sixth step was the one all the boys who'd attempted it said it gave out on, but there was no warning, and Hermione pushed him more and more impatiently up to the seventh, eighth, and by then Harry had conquered his worries and embraced the fact that he was venturing into uncharted territory.

"You put a charm on the necklace to trick the staircase spell," Harry said, the reasoning behind his success clicking rather quickly, and Hermione rolled her eyes. "You're brilliant, Hermione." He watched as his girlfriend sighed and went in for another kiss, before guiding him through the unfamiliar path over to the seventh year girls' dorm room, which Harry would now have uninhibited access to thanks to the necklace, and it was something he really couldn't wait to abuse, no longer having to try and work his bottomless appetites around decency toward his roommates. Every day that passed by with Harry struggling to have his increasingly large, writhing orgies with his five girlfriends while Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville were forced to just wait outside twiddling their thumbs was a day they hated him just a little bit more.

But since he was shagging all three girls in his year, Harry had finally found a refuse, opening the door wide to find the girls' dorm room just the same as the boys', save for the fact that all the beds had been hastily pushed together to create one massive one, upon which Luna, Lavender, Parvati, and Pansy sat in varying states of undress, most notably with Pansy's head buried between Luna's legs while Parvati fondled Lavender's tits, and nobody actually stopped as the door opened and Harry walked in, merely slowed down a little bit.

"How was detention?" they all asked at varying speeds and in their own ways, and Harry shuddered in delight at the attention washing over him as he walked into the room.

"I'm glad to see the spell worked," Luna said, stroking Pansy's hair and guiding the Slytherin up from her pussy to give her a kiss before settling the black haired girl down beside her.

"Yes, now you can spend every night up here with us," Lavender said. happy. "It's going to be great."

Parvati bit her lip, patting down at the space beside her, beckoning Harry to take a place beside her, and he quite eagerly did so, slipping into a comfortable position beside the Indian girl and giving her a kiss, before giving one to Lavender too, and then enjoying Luna and Pansy both leaning in to get some out of him. It was nice to receive this kind of attention after a very horrible detention, although as he looked at Hermione, he knew there was more to talk about than just the freedom to fuck all night now. "I'm glad you girls pulled this off, and I'm looking forward to getting comfortable up here later once we can get my stuff in, but there's something we need to talk about.

Hermione and by necessity Pansy already knew the bulk of the information, and the issue of Umbridge growing with each new lesson, it was time to come clean on what was going on. He relayed to the concerned girlfriends all of the information that Hermione had found in the book about Amar Caru, about the possibility that he may have been, through fortuitous circumstances, blessed by a magic that could allow Harry to follow into his footsteps in fighting Voldemort, and how he needed, more than anything else, lovers. "Especially now that Umbridge has made it clear that she won't be teaching us anything valuable in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and that she'll punish anyone for asking, I think we need to focus on what we can do ourselves.'

Pansy put her hands up in the air, confessing with a shrug, "I've been spying for you guys," to the other girls. "Listening for any details anyone brags about, or any rumours that could help."

"We really are at war, aren't we?" Luna asked, slipping around Harry's other side and cuddling worriedly up against him. "I've never had anything to fight for before, but that was before I met you. I went from having no friends to something even more, and I'll gladly fight by your side."

"Right now, there's no fighting," Harry said reassuringly, petting his dotty girlfriend. "But I'm serious about looking into trying to do this, and helping shore you girls' talents up with defending yourselves. But look, I don't want to drag anyone into this if they're not comfortable with it, because it really is a war, so it's okay if anyone wants to pull back from this." He looked toward the only two who hadn't pledged their allegiance to him already, Lavender and Parvati.

The buxom blonde shook her head. "You're not getting rid of me that easily," Lavender said.

But the brown skinned girl threw him for an even bigger loop by asking, "If you need more girls, should I bring Padma into this?" with utter sincerity, as if Harry could even fathom saying no to that.

Padma was told a few things. Not the whole story yet, of course, but the gist of what she was in for as she followed her sister into the girls' dorm room, oddly willing to engage in a threesome with her sister, as far as Harry was concerned. Not that she hadn't already been in several with Lavender before, and the fact that as Harry stepped into 'his' room, the twins were waiting on the bed naked and in each others' arms was all of the indication he needed that a twin threesome was the hottest thing he could ever imagine. "I wasn't expecting this," Harry said, eyes falling on Padma's lovely body, identical to her sister's lovely, lithe form and leaving him hungrier for seeing double.

"Oh, did I leave out how much I love my sister?" Parvati asked, smiling wide and licking her lips as her hands ran down Padma's smooth brown skin, the Ravenclaw biting her lip and pressing back against her sister, sitting back to front with her as her body was put on display for Harry. "Let us make it up to you, then."

Harry could not believe his luck, suddenly realizing why Parvati had offered up her sister in such a shameless and glib manner, and he was quick to climb onto the bed, discarding his robes and starting hurriedly at his jeans. "I'll forgive you for it," he said, smiling wide as he dropped them, knowing exactly where Padma's eyes were as he showed to the twin sister of one of his girlfriends just what had won her over. His half-flaccid cock hung low, filling with blood rapidly and rising before the shocked Padma's widening eyes.

"We made a very big mistake last year," the Ravenclaw said, staring awestruck at what was laid before her, as Parvati grabbed Harry by the collar and placed him comfortably in the middle of the bed and pepper him with kisses. Back and forth his head was turned, the twins taking turns at kissing him, getting him squirming as his cock stood proud and tall. He gave in gladly to all of them, and wasn't at all surprised to find out that Padma kissed like Parvati did The two sisters had enough experience together to slip comfortably into a natural synchronicity as they got down on either side of him, spreading his legs to lie between them, used to eating Lavender out this very same way, but this time, instead of a slick, adorable pussy, they were greeted with a monster of a cock, but would proceed boldly all the same. "Thank you for telling me about this. I believed you when you said he was big, but... Wow. How do you take this?"

"Size queen, remember?" Parvati went in for a kiss, sharing a long, open mouth kiss with her sister before Harry's startled eyes. He was growing more and more eager by the moment, and he could barely help himself, groaning and shivering as he lay there and waiting patiently for their attention to turn inward to him. "Besides, once you feel that first inch, you end up wanting the rest hard enough to learn how to take it. But first, I think we should give the man what he really wants."

The appeal of any threesome in Harry's mind but especially a threesome with twins, was getting a blowjob from both girls at once, the attention of two hot, wet mouths against his cock and all of the casual kissing that followed, the swapping of spit and even of his cum once they were done with him all forming the most potent of fantasies, the wild allure of something made even better by the incestuous nature of those kisses. And as their faces turned forward and their tongues dragged up the underside of his cock with plenty of overlap and contact between them, Harry groaned, knowing he was in for everything he could have ever hoped for. "This would have made the Yule Ball less of a disaster," Harry noted with a broad smile.

Fingers wrapped around his cock, both girls holding tightly onto his base and keeping it in place as they licked their way up his shaft with quick, faltering laps, taking their sweet time and getting as much of the sides of his cock as they could in the process of working their way up. They went at his cock with precise, measured pace, not wanting to get him too worked up too quickly as they pressed onward, wanting him at the pace they set and squirming like they wanted him to. Brown eyes stared up at him, two sets wide and adoring as his gaze locked with the twins, his expression growing heavier and more frustrated with each passing moment.

They had him right where they wanted him, and they moaned as their tongues pushed one last time to his base and then dragged up in a single, slow, broad lick to the tip of his cock, where they began to lavish him in attention, lapping at the throbbing shaft eagerly as he twisted about on the bed. They didn't let up, keeping the attention hot and heavy as another, even sloppier open mouth kiss against the tip of his cock made him throb against their skilled tongues. He was losing his mind and they hadn't even really gotten started with him yet.

Parvati took the lead, the one experienced with Harry's cock and able to show her sister how it was done. Her head leaned forward and she took Harry down into her mouth, not as deep as she usually would as she bobbed her head steadily up and down, eyes pointed toward Padma and showing her how it was done. There was a lot she had to show to her sister, as Padma was very obviously intimidated by Harry's immense size, but eager to learn and follow after her sister's motions, watching the way she moved as intently as Harry did from his position at the head of the bed and staring down his body at them.

Once Parvati had given him a nice, thorough sucking, she pulled back, and let Padma take over. The less experienced twin moved forward confidently, mirroring her sister's motions as her lips wrapped around his head and pushed down, taking his cock into her mouth. She moaned as the taste hit her, as the rich warmth and the utter throbbing of his cock against her tongue lit her up with excitement. She was quickly coming to understand her sister's size queen tendencies as she not only took him into her mouth as deep as Parvati had, but even deeper still, sinking further down and moaning as his dick teased the back of her throat a little bit. Her hand moved up and down, dragging Parvati's along with it as she started to give Harry's shaft a proper stroking.

Parvati bit her lip, watching Padma got to work, her gaze shifting from a look of confidence and pride at her sister to a sultry stare up at Harry. It seemed Padma wasn't going to let up up and pull off of the shaft, her head bobbing faster as she got into the groove of things, eagerly flaunting her growing certainty and the talent it took to take Harry down deeper and faster. It was admirable, and Parvati bit her lip as she watched her sister go at him with such eager hunger; it was quite the sight to behold, and she was getting wet just watching it, but she couldn't savour the moment herself. Not yet; this was about Harry and Padma having their time together, and so she would let her sister go first, and in the meantime, do everything she could to help Harry enjoy himself and the fantasy come true of a threesome with twins.

But there was plenty of cock to go around, and Parvati came in lower, licking steadily at the parts of his cock Padma hadn't yet gotten into her mouth, focusing on them with broad licks that didn't feel even the least bit shameful about occasionally swiping along his balls for good measure. Occasionally, Padma would pull up and focus the head, which would allow Parvati to lick up further and press her cheek up against her sister's. Those were her favorite times, because Harry's looks of utter shock and delight that he had no chance of hiding filled both sisters with tingling excitement, and she began to whisper little suggestions playfully into Padma's ear.

When finally the Ravenclaw surrendered her total control of Harry's cock, it was so that both girls could push their lips against the sides of it and begin to rock their heads up and down steadily and in perfect time together, lavishing Harry's cock from base to tip, and naturally it wasn't long before he was thrusting forward, enjoying the sweet feeling of their mouths around his shaft. They were both so eager to please and he couldn't deny them the chance to, savouring it more and more, pushing faster and harder as he felt himself drawing to his end, closer by the minute. "I knew twins were the best," he groaned. "Fuck, I'm cumming, get ready."

Parvati and Padma moved up one last time before the broad embrace of their lips around his cock broke and they brought their faces up close to the shaft, pressed tightly together cheek to cheek as they stroked his slick cock in unison, both staring at the throbbing shaft as he drew closer and closer to his inevitable end. Harry hadn't been lying about how close he was, and only a few strokes later, the girls found themselves both taking the brunt of a heavy gush of cum, pearly white spunk spilling forward to an almost worryingly excessive degree as their brown skin was painted with the sticky, gooey white.

"How does he cum so much?" Padma asked, shuddering as a tongue dragged along her face, Parvati licking some of the spunk right off of her face before replying not with words, but by shoving her tongue and a big wad of cum right into her mouth. Not even bothering to fight it, Padma moaned into her sister's lips and savoured the thrill of swapping cum back and forth between their mouths for a moment. They savoured the closeness, the sloppy thrill of each others' touch and closeness while they shared his cum, before finally Parvati pulled away.

"I want you to fuck my sister," Parvati said, and pushed Padma right down onto the bed. Her eyes lit up with wicked delight as something different came over her, something eager and lusty, driven by the familiar kiss to her dear twin paired with the taste of Harry's cum. "Go, get on top of her, just give it to her hard. I want her to get the kind of welcoming she'll never forget." It was in part a desire to watch her twin scream, and in part an eagerness to get them both off quickly so that she could swap in and get fucked too.

Harry didn't need to be told twice, rolling onto Padma and bringing the spit soaked head of his cock right up to her puffy mound. "Should I go fast?" he asked, her decision the final deciding factor, although between the moan bubbling in Padma's throat and the hands grabbing his strong hips and trying to pull them toward her, it seemed she wasn't even faintly uncertain about what she wanted, so her gave it to her with gusto, shoving forward and burying his whole cock deep into the tight snatch of a howling Ravenclaw girl kicking about beneath him as that first searing thrust lit her up. But he didn't let up, and began to fuck her hard and fast, his hands seeking hers and pinning them down to the bed as he went at her neck forcefully, feeling the rumbles against his lips. Padma had sought to leave an impression on Harry, and it had worked perfectly, but now it was his turn to reply in kind.

"It feels so good!" Padma yelled, biting her lip as her head rolled back, offering up as much neck as she possibly could to the eager kisses of the athletic boy above her, fucking her deep and fast, utterly reckless in the way he took her. She was shocked by it all, left shaken and rattled by Harry's force as his thick cock plunged deep into her again and again, each thrust as hard and fast as the last one. The friction and the sensation of her insides ringing from the impact were all too sweet to keep her still, and she writhed against him, his grip tight enough to keep her hands pinned beside her head as he effortlessly held her down, his superior strength winning out with ease as he fucked her. "Don't stop. You have a lot of catching up to do if you want to make up how much more of you my sister has gotten."

It was far from the first time Parvati had watched Harry fuck a girl, but the fact it was her sister did change things a little bit. She watched excitedly as the girl she had served up to Harry on a silver platter was pounded, taking no time at all to be a vocal wreck of moans squirming beneath him. She eagerly lay down beside Padma, smiling as she took her lips, accepting all of the needy little moans into her lips as she kissed at her beloved twin, hand reaching down to grab one of her small breasts and kneading it steadily. "I told you he was amazing," she purred, and Padma's cheeks lit up, a shiver rolling up her spine and a frantic nod signifying just how right she was. It was quite a sight to behold, her sister in such a scandalized state of frantic, desperate need. She'd seen Padma get fucked plenty of times by her and by Lavender, but there was something about seeing Harry do it and all of the vigorous reactions that his cock in particular was able to ignite in her, that fascinated Parvati.

Padma's bottom lip trembled as her hips bucked upward, trying to push against Harry with needy, desperate motions, growing noisier and hotter with each passing moment. She was on fire, pinned down and toyed with, pecked at and kissed. It truly was a crime that she had been left out of the loop for a whole week on this, and she was left wracked by utter bliss as everything thundering through her body dragged her closer and closer toward the kind of mind-blowing finale that she craved. "Please," she whined into Parvati's lips. "Just a little bit more. I'm going to cum so hard!"

It was music to Harry's ears, and being able to watch the sisters make out only kept things at the absolutely height of his arousal as he stared intently, unable to look away from the writhing, heaving mess of pleasure that the bed was turning into. They couldn't slow down for anything, and Harry wondered just how much magic he was working on Padma, if she would follow in Luna's footsteps of moving right in to the Gryffindor dorms. Nobody had really complained about that fact, if only because she kept upstairs and it was clearly something to do with Harry, whose reputation for having multiple girlfriends was swelling by the day as the public gestures with all of his girls except for Pansy were well documented and growing bolder.

Slamming down hard into Padma, he did his best to wear her down, and as his cock ached harder in her sopping wet snatch and he found himself unable to hold back, he went in to finish it, pulling back from her neck and saying quite clearly, 'Cum for me." And Padma did. Oh, how Padma did, screaming as her head rolled back against the pillow and her pussy clenched down excitedly around Harry's cock, milking him of his orgasm as he shuddered and bucked forward into her, driven by mad sensation and the pure, exhilarating thrill of release. It was incredible, and he was more than happy to pump her pussy nice and full of his cum as he groaned, savouring everything about the moment and the wreck she was beneath him.

Parvati moved up from Padma's lips to give her sister some time to gather herself, but didn't take long to find Harry's instead. "It's my turn now, I hope."

Harry's scar burned that night. It hadn't been the first time, but it was the first time that when he woke, he did so in a massive, unbelievably soft bed, flanked on both sides by multiple women cuddled up against each other and against him. It was comforting, the sort of thing that, once the initial shock of pain and worry left him, had him settling back down into comfort, closing his eyes and knowing he may not be able to fall back to sleep any time soon, but at least he was safe and surrounded by people who loved him.

Before breakfast, he wrote up a letter to Sirius, figuring he should keep his godfather apprised of the situations, both of his love life and of the mess with Umbridge. But it was a tricky thing, given the worry that the letter might be intercepted, and so he borrowed some vanishing ink from Pansy and didn't ask why she had it, scrawling the real letter onto the page in that, and then once it had dried and vanished, writing a faker, more banal letter about the first few days of school being fun so far, one that seemed to be addressed to his uncle Vernon and not to his supposed to be dead godfather. Sirius would know what to do to make it show up properly.

You'll be proud to know that not only have I taken to what we talked about, but that last night, I had a threesome with a pair of twins. It's been an amazing start to the school year, since counting Hermione I've so far roped in six girls, and they have taken a lot of initiative. I'm writing this letter to you from the seventh year girls' dorm room and I'm not even going to tell you how I'm up here, I just remembered you mentioning how many times you tried to get up here, and I want to make you jealous. All the beds are pushed together, and so far the count is three Gryffindors-counting Hermione-two Ravenclaws, and a Slytherin girl who isn't in my bed right now, which ties into some other stuff about this letter.

He quickly summarized the issue of Umbridge as their woefully insufficient Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and all of the information that Hermione had found about Amar Caru, wanting to keep him in the loop.

But I do have to ask that you keep these last few details away from anyone. It's all theoretical so far, and we don't know what's going on for sure, but we think we're on the right track, and can't afford to let anyone find out about it until we know for sure. In the mean time, any information you might be able to find on the outside would be a big help. In the mean time, I hope you're having fun where you are. I'm adding some galleons to the letter, please buy some vanishing ink with it. There's enough for two vials in there, so get one for Ginny too, she's been talking about how much she wishes she could send you dirty letters but doesn't want to take any risks.

Oh, and on the matter of Pansy,, I don't know if you went to school with the Malfoys, but before I got to her she was the intermittent fuck buddy of their prat son, and I can't what to be able to go public with how devoted she is to me just to see the look on his face. Any ideas on how I can make the impact a big deal when it comes? I figured you would probably know what to do.

Yours, Harry.

Hedwig departed with the letter, and Harry went down to the great hall for breakfast with his girlfriends all beside him, the dining tables lit up by the scandalous reveal of Harry coming down with his cadre of girls that now included a fifth member. The more he added to his harem, the more ridiculous it got and the more people were talking, and as he passed the Slytherin table, he could see Draco leaning in to mutter something toward Pansy that Harry was sure would be deep and rich in an irony that he wouldn't even be able to address quite yet, but he longed for the day that he could show Draco up. It was sure to be incredible.

"Good news, Ginny," he said as he sat down at the table. She and Ron had been spending more time together in the wake of Harry, Hermione, and Luna all spending so much time together upstairs, and Harry was rather relieved to see the siblings enjoying more bonding and hanging out time; he was trying his best not to keep his best mate completely lonely as the dynamic was thrown for a world changing loop by everything they were doing. "I just sent a letter off to Sirius, and sent some galleons for him to send you some vanishing ink for those 'letters' you were complaining about."

Ron looked at Harry with mock betrayal, but beneath it there was a real worry. Harry's godfather had done quite a number on his little sister, and it seemed that Sirius on the whole had been a grand influence on Harry in ways that were definitely leading to his life taking some very undesired turns. But he kept quiet about it, just trying to keep happy for his best friend and hoping that the novelty might wear off at some point soon and Harry could remember his roots a little more readily. It was all he could really do.