A Summer of Change

The Hogwarts corridors bustled with students dragging their trunks toward the carriages that would take them to Hogsmeade Station. A light snowfall had begun outside, dusting the castle grounds in white, and the air carried the scent of winter—crisp and cold, yet comforting.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron descended the grand staircase, bundled up in their winter cloaks, their trunks levitating behind them as Hermione expertly flicked her wand.

"Finally, a proper holiday," Ron sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Mum's going to have the table covered in food, and I plan to eat my weight in mince pies."

Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled. "You say that every year, and every year you actually do eat your weight in mince pies."

Ron grinned unapologetically. "Tradition."

Harry chuckled, his gaze lingering on Hermione. This Christmas felt different—not just because he was spending it at Godric's Hollow, but because it was their first as a couple. The thought of sharing the holiday with her made everything feel warmer, more real. And yet, somewhere in the back of his mind, he couldn't ignore how Ginny and Luna had also become part of his life.

As they stepped outside, the cold air bit at their faces, but the sight of the waiting carriages pulled by thestrals was welcoming. Harry glanced at Hermione as she tucked a loose curl behind her ear, her cheeks pink from the cold.

"You excited for Christmas?" he asked her.

She smiled, her breath visible in the frigid air. "I always am, but this year feels special."

Harry's chest tightened slightly, his grip on his trunk shifting. Yeah. Special.

Ron, oblivious to the moment between them, was already climbing into the carriage. "Come on, you two, or we'll miss the train."

Harry and Hermione shared a glance before stepping in after him, the three of them setting off toward the Hogwarts Express, ready for a Christmas that none of them would forget.

The Hogwarts Express rumbled with life as students boarded, eager for the holiday ahead. Snow flurried outside the windows, blanketing the landscape as the train prepared to depart for London. Harry, Hermione, and Ron managed to find an empty compartment, settling in for the long journey home.

Ron stretched out on the seat across from them, sighing. "This is going to be brilliant. No essays, no McGonnagal, just me, my broom, and Mum's cooking."

Hermione rolled her eyes, tucking her legs under her as she opened a book. "You mean, no essays until you leave them all until the last day of break."

Ron scowled. "Yeah, well—"

The door to their compartment suddenly slid open, revealing Ginny and Luna.

"There you are," Ginny said, stepping inside with a sly grin. "Mind if we join you?"

Luna drifted in behind her, her usual serene expression in place. "It's best not to sit near the back. Nargles like to tangle in the luggage racks, you know."

Hermione scooted over to make room for Luna beside her, while Ginny stood by the door, looking far too pleased with herself.

Ron sighed dramatically. "Fine, but no talking about Nargles the whole ride, alright?"

Luna tilted her head. "Oh, don't worry, Ronald. I wouldn't dream of it."

Before Ron could respond, Ginny pulled something from her pocket and, with a flick of her wrist, tossed it onto his lap.

Ron barely had time to glance down before his face went pale. A large, hairy tarantula sat perched on his leg, its legs twitching.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then—

"AAAAHHHH!" Ron's shriek echoed through the corridor as he launched himself backward, nearly tumbling over the seat in his desperation to get away. "Get it off! GET IT OFF!"

Harry and Hermione barely had time to react before Ron scrambled toward the door, flinging it open and bolting down the corridor, knocking over a startled third-year on his way.

Hermione gasped. "Ginny! That was cruel!"

Ginny, however, was laughing so hard she had to lean against the doorframe. "Oh—oh, Merlin—his face!"

Harry was snickering behind his hand, shaking his head. "That was evil."

Luna reached down and plucked the tarantula off the seat, turning it over in her hands. "Hmm. Excellent transfiguration work, Ginny. Almost lifelike."

Hermione gaped. "You mean—it's fake?!"

Ginny finally caught her breath, twirling her wand between her fingers. "Of course it is. I just transfigured a bit of parchment." She tapped her wand against the spider, and in a shimmer of magic, it shrank back into a folded-up scrap of paper.

Hermione huffed, though a reluctant smile tugged at her lips. "That was still awful."

Ginny flopped into Ron's now vacant seat, grinning. "He'll live. Besides, now we have the whole compartment to ourselves."

Luna nodded approvingly. "Yes. It's much cozier without all the screaming."

Harry just shook his head, leaning back with a grin. "Remind me never to get on your bad side, Ginny."

Ginny winked. "Too late, Potter. You're stuck with me."

As the train rolled on, Ron nowhere in sight, the four of them settled in, the compartment now filled with laughter and warmth, the perfect beginning to their Christmas break.

Ginny stretched lazily in her seat, her head resting against Luna's shoulder, while Hermione sat curled up beside Harry, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his sleeve.

Luna, as always, was watching Harry with a dreamy sort of curiosity, her gaze steady yet unreadable. "I've been thinking," she began, her voice soft but filled with amusement.

Harry glanced up from where his fingers were tracing idle patterns against Hermione's wrist. "About what?"

"Your Christmas present," Luna said simply.

Ginny smirked, shifting slightly. "Oh, I think we all know what Harry's getting for Christmas."

Hermione made a small noise of protest but didn't move away, her cheeks warm. "Honestly, Ginny…"

"What?" Ginny teased, nudging her playfully. "I'm just saying it's nice when a gift is mutually enjoyable."

Luna nodded in agreement. "It's only fair. Harry's given us so much already. It's the season of giving, after all."

Harry coughed, feeling a little too warm despite the chill seeping in from the train windows. "You lot are terrible, you know that?"

Ginny leaned forward, grinning. "Oh, we know. But you love it."

Hermione, ever the voice of reason, huffed but couldn't quite keep the smile from her lips. "Maybe we should focus on what we should get Harry. A proper gift."

Luna tilted her head. "Oh, but we already have that figured out, don't we?" She tapped her chin thoughtfully before adding, "Something memorable. Something he'll never forget."

Harry met Luna's gaze, and for once, the playful mystery behind her words made his heart race just a little faster.

Ginny stretched again, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Well, I suppose we'll just have to make sure Christmas is extra special this year."

Hermione shook her head, though her fingers remained laced with Harry's. "You're impossible," she murmured—but there was no protest in her voice.

Luna simply smiled, her gaze flickering between them all. "Yes," she said airily. "And that's what makes it perfect."

Ginny stretched lazily, leaning back against the seat with a smirk. "You know, Harry, most blokes dream about threesomes at least once in their lives. But you…" She grinned, nudging his foot with hers. "You're really setting the bar high, aren't you?"

Harry coughed, suddenly feeling very aware of the three sets of eyes on him. "I—uh—"

Hermione groaned, though her hand remained comfortably in his. "Ginny…"

"What?" Ginny said innocently, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. "I'm just saying, that not every guy gets to live out his fantasies. And Christmas is all about making dreams come true, isn't it?"

Luna, who had been humming softly to herself, suddenly tilted her head. "Oh, but it wouldn't be a foursome, would it?" she mused.

Harry blinked. "Excuse me?"

Luna smiled, as serene as ever. "Well, considering we're not the only ones who have something special planned for you, I think the proper term might be… fivesome?"

Silence.

Then—

Ginny burst out laughing, Hermione covered her face with her hands, and Harry very nearly choked on absolutely nothing.

"Luna!" Hermione gasped, her voice high with mortification.

Luna blinked at her. "What? It's simple math, really."

Ginny wiped a tear from her eye. "Oh, I love you, Luna." She turned back to Harry, who looked caught somewhere between panic and amusement. "Well, Potter, how's that for a Christmas surprise?"

Harry, regaining some of his composure, leaned back in his seat and exhaled. "I don't know whether to be terrified or very, very excited."

Ginny grinned. "Why not both?"

Luna simply nodded. "That seems like the most logical reaction."

Hermione sighed, though a small smile played at her lips. "I don't know why I even try to have normal conversations with any of you."

Ginny leaned into her with a teasing smirk. "Oh, come on, Hermione. You love us."

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. This is going to be one hell of a Christmas.

...

The warmth of Godric's Hollow wrapped around them as Lily led the group into the cozy living room, where the fire crackled merrily in the hearth. The air smelled of pine and cinnamon, and the festive decorations made the house feel even more like a home. Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna slipped off their cloaks, settling into the room as they began to relax, the stress of the term melting away.

Lily turned to face them, a warm smile on her lips. "I'll just get the tea brewing, and then we can sit down to dinner." She paused, looking at Hermione with a soft expression. "You must be starving after the journey, sweetheart."

Hermione smiled, her cheeks warming slightly as she looked over at Lily. "Thanks, Mom," she said without thinking, her voice light and comfortable.

The room went quiet for a split second before Luna's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Mom?" she repeated in that dreamy way of hers, her head tilting slightly to the side. "That's a lovely honey."

Ginny grinned knowingly, crossing her arms and looking at Hermione with a teasing glint in her eye. "Well, well, Hermione," she said with a smirk, "Mom already? Guess you're really settling in."

Hermione's cheeks flushed bright pink, her eyes darting nervously between Ginny and Luna. "I—I didn't mean it like that. I just—"

Luna, her expression still calm but with an underlying sense of mischief, interjected. "Oh, I think you did. It's very nice, Hermione. You've grown quite close to Lily too."

Ginny, now grinning widely, leaned closer to Hermione. "Yeah, Mom will be expecting lots of hugs and presents this year, won't she?"

Hermione groaned, burying her face in her hands, but a small, embarrassed smile still tugged at the corners of her lips. "I didn't mean it! I swear, it just slipped out."

Lily chuckled from the kitchen, overhearing the conversation. "It's alright, Hermione," she called out warmly. "You are family, after all."

Ginny and Luna exchanged a look, their teasing only escalating. "I think Harry's going to have to share you with Lily now," Luna mused thoughtfully.

Ginny snickered, her tone light but playful. "Better be careful, Hermione or Lily might start expecting you to call her that every time you want something."

Hermione sighed dramatically but couldn't help the laugh that escaped her, despite the teasing. "Alright, alright. You've had your fun."

Harry, who had been quietly enjoying the banter, couldn't suppress his own smile. "Don't worry, Hermione," he teased. "It kind of suits you."

Hermione stuck her tongue out at him playfully. "You're not helping, Harry."

Lily walked back into the room, her arms filled with freshly baked cookies, her smile soft and welcoming. "It's alright, dear," she said to Hermione, her voice tender. "No need to be embarrassed. You're more than welcome here, and you always will be."

Hermione met Lily's gaze and smiled warmly, the playful teasing from the others fading as she felt a sense of true belonging. "Thanks, Mom," she said, this time more confidently.

Luna and Ginny exchanged a look, their teasing smiles turning into something more affectionate. "Looks like you're really part of the family now, Hermione," Ginny said, her voice softening.

The room filled with warmth, both from the fire and from the bond that was growing stronger between them all. This Christmas was shaping up to be something truly special.

As the kettle whistled, Lily set it on the stove and turned back toward them. "Alright, now that we're all settled in," she said, her smile widening. "I do have one question for all of you." She raised an eyebrow. "Did you all get permission from your parents to spend Christmas here? I wouldn't want to get any howlers during Christmas."

The room went quiet for a moment as everyone glanced at each other, slightly caught off guard by the question.

Hermione was the first to speak, grinning sheepishly. "Well, I didn't exactly ask for permission," she admitted, rubbing the back of her neck. "But I'm pretty sure my parents would've been fine with it." She looked at Harry, who gave her a subtle nod of agreement.

Ginny raised her hand jokingly. "As the youngest Weasley, I don't need permission. Mum knows I'll do what I want anyway, and she probably assumes I'm with Harry and Hermione."

Luna, with a serene smile, said, "I told my father I was going with Ginny. He thought it would be a great chance to learn more about magical traditions. He doesn't mind, as long as I promise to write him a long letter afterward." She gave Ginny a pointed look, her voice lowering slightly. "Though, I'm sure some of those traditions are a bit more personal—if you know what I mean."

Ginny's cheeks flushed, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Luna, please..." she muttered, avoiding her gaze.

Luna raised an eyebrow, a sly smile playing at her lips. "Oh, don't be shy, Ginny. There are plenty of magical customs I'm sure you'd enjoy learning about."

Lily raised an eyebrow at them all, clearly amused by the excuses. "Well, it sounds like you all have everything under control," she said, chuckling softly. "Just making sure we don't end up with any angry owl deliveries this Christmas."

The group laughed, their faces alight with the warmth of the conversation. Ginny winked at Harry. "See? We're all good, and you're going to have the best Christmas ever, Harry."

Lily turned to Harry, her smile softening. "Just make sure you remember, Harry," she said with a playful glint in her eyes, "you're getting the best gift this year. We all have something special planned."

Luna, still serene, glanced at Harry with a knowing smile. "Well, Harry, considering the way you've been so blessed by such a magical gift to all of us, I imagine you'll be getting quite the gift as well." She winked, her tone filled with her usual subtle humor. "A stud like you deserves it, after all."

The warmth in the room grew deeper, and Harry couldn't help but smile. It felt like everything was coming together, and with the people he cared about most gathered around him, this Christmas would be a moment to remember.

...

It was Christmas Eve, and Harry awoke to the quiet stillness of the house. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting faint shadows across the room. He rubbed his eyes, his mind still heavy with sleep.

The warmth of the bed felt too comfortable, but something was missing. He glanced to the other side, but Hermione, Ginny, and Luna weren't there. His room was eerily quiet, with no sign of the others. He sat up, slightly confused, wondering where everyone had gone.

He pulled on his robe and padded down the hallway, his bare feet making no sound on the wooden floors. As he passed Hermione's room, he pushed open the door, expecting to find her there.

Empty.

Next, he tried Ginny's room, and then Luna's. Both rooms were also vacant. Puzzled, Harry made his way downstairs, the house still dark and quiet.

It was when he reached the bottom of the staircase that he stopped, blinking in surprise.

There, in the center of the living room, stood Hermione, Ginny, and Luna. But they weren't dressed as usual. Instead, each of them was wrapped in delicate Christmas gift ribbon, their bodies adorned in the shiny red and green wrapping as if they were presents themselves. The ribbons formed just enough of a covering to keep things tasteful but left little to the imagination.

Lily stood off to the side, an amused smile playing on her lips, watching Harry's reaction.

"Happy Christmas, Harry," Ginny said, her voice soft but filled with mischief. We're your presents this year. Aren't you going to open them?"

Luna smiled serenely, though there was a gleam in her eyes. "Yes, Harry. You can't just leave your presents wrapped up like that."

Hermione's cheeks were a delicate shade of pink, but her voice was confident. "It's Christmas, Harry. Time for a little fun."

Harry stood frozen for a moment, blinking in shock, his heart racing. The sight of them standing there, wrapped in ribbons, was both overwhelming and... tempting. His mouth went dry, and he took a deep breath.

"Well...?" Luna prompted, her eyes sparkling.

Harry swallowed his thoughts a jumble. "I... I wasn't expecting this," he said, his voice low but filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Lily, still watching from the corner of the room, chuckled softly. "Go on, Harry. It's Christmas. You should enjoy your presents."

Her voice was like a siren's call, snapping him out of his trance. Harry took a step forward, his eyes roving over the three figures standing before him. He reached out to Ginny first, his fingertips brushing against the smooth ribbon that barely covered her ample breasts. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lower lip.

"You're sure about this?" Harry whispered, his eyes meeting hers.

Ginny nodded, a seductive smile playing on her lips. "We've all been naughty this year, Harry. It's time for some naughty Christmas fun."

Hermione took a step closer, her own ribbon-covered body trembling slightly. "You can start with me," she murmured, her eyes locked on Harry's.

Her voice was like silk, and Harry's body responded immediately. He reached out, his thumb tracing the edge of the ribbon that barely concealed her hardened nipples. A soft moan escaped her lips, and he knew he'd made the right choice. His hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her closer for a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, tasting of mint and a hint of chocolate from the treats they'd shared earlier in the evening.

Ginny watched from the side, her eyes dark with desire. Harry felt her hand on his back, the ribbon she wore brushing against his skin like a gentle caress. He broke the kiss with Hermione and turned to Ginny, his eyes devouring her. "Your turn, little Ginny," he murmured, his voice thick with want.

"Merlin, Harry," she breathed, leaning into him. Her ribbon slipped away, revealing her bare breasts. He took one in his hand, feeling her nipple pebble against his palm. "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice hoarse.

"And you, Harry, are so... naughty," Hermione said with a playful smirk, her eyes half-closed.

Ginny's hand slid down to Harry's waistband, and she tugged his pajama bottoms down. His erection sprang free, and she wrapped her hand around it, stroking it gently. "It's definitely time for some unwrapping," she murmured, her eyes never leaving Harry's.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione moaned as he turned his attention back to her. He kissed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and contour of her ribbon-wrapped frame. Her breath hitched when he reached her breasts, his thumbs rolling over her hardened peaks. "More," she begged, her voice a whisper.

Ginny watched, her eyes wide with lust as Harry's hands moved to unravel the ribbon around her waist. The material fell away, revealing her bare, wet pussy. "You're so eager for it, aren't you?" Harry said his voice was dark and teasing.

"Please, Harry," Ginny begged, her hand still wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with his kisses. "My pussy has been aching for your cock since we left Hogwarts."

"You're going to get it all you want, Ginny," Harry said, his voice a low growl.

Luna stepped back, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Very well, Harry. But remember, she's mine next," she said, a hint of a challenge in her tone.

Ginny's hand didn't stop moving on Harry's cock as she nodded eagerly. "I can't get еnоugh оf уоur cock," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Luna stepped forward, her eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and dominance. She pushed Ginny down to her knees before Harry. "Open your mouth, Ginny," she ordered, and Ginny obeyed instantly. Luna leaned in, her breath hot against Ginny's ear. "You're going to suck Harry's cock until he's ready to fill Hermione's pussy with his cum," she whispered, her voice like velvet.

Ginny's eyes widened, but she didn't resist as Harry's erection was guided to her waiting lips. She took him in, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting the precum that beaded at the tip. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her movements.

"That's it, Ginny," Luna purred, her hand resting on the back of the redhead's neck. "Take him deep. Show him how much you want this."

Ginny's eyes watered as she obeyed, her cheeks hollowing as she took Harry's entire length into her mouth. Harry groaned, his hips thrusting forward slightly, the feeling of her wet, warm mouth on him driving him wild.

"That's right, Ginny. Take him all the way down," Luna instructed, her voice filled with a wicked glee. Ginny gagged slightly, her eyes wide as she took Harry's cock deep into her throat.

"I'm gonna cum, Gin gin," Harry warned, his voice strained with pleasure. Ginny's eyes locked onto his, a mix of excitement and challenge shining in them as she sucked harder.

But just as Harry was about to release into her eager mouth, Lily's hand shot out, gripping his wrist firmly. "Not yet, Harry," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "Let's switch things up a bit."

Ginny's eyes watered as she reluctantly pulled away, gasping for air. Lily stepped forward, her own ribbons fluttering around her as she took Harry's cock in her hand. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, almost reverent, as she looked him in the eye. "Let me show Ginny how it's done," she said, her voice filled with a mix of hunger and amusement.

Without waiting for a response, Lily dropped to her knees and took Harry's cock in her mouth. Her movements were slow, deliberate, and incredibly skilled. She sucked him deep, her tongue swirling around the shaft with a finesse that made Harry's knees wobble. Ginny watched, her cheeks flushed, as Lily worked her magic.

"Look at me, Harry," Lily murmured around his cock, her eyes never leaving his. He obeyed, his gaze locked onto hers as she bobbed her head, her cheeks hollowing with every suck. "You like watching your mother sucking your cock, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do," Harry groaned, his eyes glazed with lust. Ginny watched from the side, her own breath coming in ragged gasps as she eagerly awaited her turn.

Lily's eyes twinkled with mischief as she took him even deeper, her throat constricting around the base of his cock. Harry's hips bucked involuntarily, his eyes squeezed shut as pleasure washed over him. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." he warned, his voice strangled with the effort of holding back his climax.

"Be a good boy Harry. Cum for your mommy. I want every drop of your cum in my mouth," Lily murmured, her voice muffled by his cock. Ginny watched, her own desire burning, as Lily's hand moved to Harry's balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Oh suck it, Mom!" Harry shouted as he came, his body spasming as ropes of hot, sticky cum filled her mouth. Lily's eyes never left him, her cheeks hollowed out as she swallowed, taking every bit of him in, her eyes watering from the force of his release.

"Good boy," she murmured, standing up and licking her lips clean, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. Hermione watched, her own pussy wet and begging for attention.

"Mom, your mouth is a fucking miracle," Harry gasped, his cock still standing proud and hard despite the intense release.

Lily chuckled, a proud gleam in her eyes. "It seems I've still got it, Harry. But now, it's time for you to give your other presents the attention they crave," she said, stepping back and gesturing towards Hermione.

Hermione's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were dark with desire. She stepped closer to Harry, her ribbon-wrapped body trembling with anticipation. "It's my turn, Harry," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "Please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me so badly."

Lily's smile grew wider as she watched her son's cock, still hard despite the intense climax he'd just experienced. "Look at you, Harry," she said, her voice filled with pride. "You're a real stud, aren't you?"

"I guess so," Harry said, a blush creeping up his neck as he met Lily's gaze. He turned to Hermione, his eyes dark with need. "Are you ready for me?"

"More than ready," Hermione murmured, raising her hips slightly, her ribbon-covered mound glistening with arousal. Harry's cock twitched at the sight, and he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch her.

"Look at her, son," Lily said, her voice a purr. "She is such an eager witch spreading her legs for you. So ripe and ready to be bred by your cum."

The words sent a shiver down Harry's spine, his cock jerking with the sudden need to fill Hermione's wet heat. He stepped closer, his trembling hands reaching for the ribbon that barely contained her breasts. With one swift movement, he gently tugged at the bow that held the ribbon in place.

Hermione's breath hitched in anticipation, her eyes locked on Harry's as the ribbon gave way and her breasts spilled out, heavy and full, with the palest pink nipples that begged to be kissed.

"Oh, Harry!" Hermione gasped, her body trembling with anticipation. She jerked back and fell to the couch, her hips raised, offering her pussy to him like a sacrifice to the gods of passion.

"You look so fuckable, Hermione," Harry murmured, his voice thick with desire as he tore away the last of the ribbon that had adorned her body.

"Claim me, Harry," she begged, her eyes sparkling with lust as she knelt before him, her ass high in the air.

With a groan of pure desire, Harry positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging at her entrance. Lily's words echoed through his mind: ripe and ready to be bred by your cum. He didn't need any more encouragement. With one swift thrust, he filled her to the hilt, her walls clamping down on him like a vice.

"Fuck, Hermione! You feel so good!" Harry's voice was a gruff growl as he began to pound into her, his hips moving with a rhythm that seemed to be dictated by the very beat of his heart. Hermione's moans grew louder with each thrust, her body trembling with the force of her impending climax.

"That's it, Harry! Pound my pussy harder!" she begged, her voice hoarse and desperate. Harry's grip on her hips tightened, his eyes squeezed shut as he drove into her with a ferocity that bordered on obsession.

"Oh, Harry, yes, yes, yes!" she screamed as her orgasm crashed over her, her walls clamping down on his cock, her body writhing in ecstasy. Harry's own climax was not far behind, his balls tightening with the promise of release.

But before he could let go, Lily's voice pierced through the haze of pleasure. "Cum inside her, Harry! Fill her up!" she urged, her own desire clear in her eyes. Harry's eyes flew open, his gaze locking with Lily's intense stare. He felt a strange thrill at the idea of breeding Hermione, of leaving his mark inside her.

With a final, powerful thrust, Harry let himself go, his cock spurting ropes of hot cum deep within Hermione's pussy. She screamed his name, her body convulsing around him as she climaxed again, her womb milking his cock for every drop. Hermione's eyes rolled back in her head, the sensation of her satiated womb with Harry's cum overwhelming him.

Lily watched from the side, her own breath coming in her pants. "Good boy, Harry. Just like that," she encouraged, her voice dripping with lust.

"Oh, Harry, please, I need it too!" Ginny's voice was a desperate whine, her hand still working his cock as she knelt before him, her own ribbons discarded on the floor. Harry looked down at her, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks of his climax. Despite his release, he felt the beginnings of a new arousal building inside him.

"You want my cock Ginny?" he asked, his voice low and filled with lust. She nodded fervently, her eyes shining with need. Harry stepped closer to her, his cock brushing against her cheek. "Tell me how much your Weasley pussy wants me to breed you," he whispered, his hand tangling in her hair.

"I want it, Harry. I need you to fill me up with your cum. I have always dreamt about being Ms. Potter," Ginny replied, her voice thick with desire. Harry's eyes darkened at the thought of her words, his cock already growing hard again. He pulled her to her feet, spinning her around and pushing her down onto the couch.

"You want to be bred like a little whore?" Harry whispered into her ear, his voice harsh with lust. Ginny shivered with excitement, her pussy quivering at his words. "Say it. Tell me you want to be my little cumdumpster," he demanded.

Ginny's eyes rolled back in her head as Harry's hand found its way between her legs, his fingers slipping easily into her wet heat. "I want to be your cumdumpster, Harry. Fuck me and fill me up brim with your cum," she begged, her voice a desperate whine.

"That's my good girl," Harry murmured, his teeth nipping at her earlobe as he began to thrust into her. Ginny's moans grew louder, her body arching off the couch as Harry's cock hit all the right spots. She could feel the pressure building again, the need for a release like a wildfire burning through her.

"You're going to be so full of my cum, Ginny. You're going to carry my baby," Harry said, his voice a dark promise that sent a thrill through her body. She could feel the beginnings of his climax, his strokes growing faster and harder.

"Oh, God, yes, Harry! Take me, breed me, please!" Ginny's voice was a desperate plea, her body begging for his release. Harry's thrusts grew more urgent, his hips slapping against her ass as he claimed her pussy, her juices mixing with his own.

Luna watched from the side, her breath hitching at the sight. She stepped closer, her ribbon-covered breasts bouncing with excitement as she positioned herself over Ginny's face. "Open your mouth gin gin," she purred, her voice a seductive invitation. Ginny's eyes rolled back in her head, but she obeyed, her mouth parting as Luna's wet pussy descended upon her.

The sensation of Luna's soft and pink folds pressing against her lips was almost too much to handle. Ginny's own orgasm was close, her body tightening around Harry's cock, but she knew she had to hold on for just a little longer. Her tongue darted out, tasting the sweetness of Luna's arousal as Harry's strokes grew more erratic.

"Oh, Harry, I'm going to cum again!" Hermione's voice was a breathless gasp from the couch where she lay, watching the orgy. Lily's fingers were busy between her legs, her body still trembling from the intense release Harry had just given her.

"You want to taste it too, don't you, Luna?" Harry's voice was a dark promise as he pumped into Ginny, his eyes never leaving hers. Ginny nodded, her mouth already watering at the thought. She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to meet Luna's juices from her leaking pussy.

Luna's hips began to move, grinding against Ginny's face as she reached down to grip Harry's shoulders. "Oh, Harry, yes! Cum inside her, fill her up! I want to taste it!" she moaned, her voice high with pleasure.

Ginny's moans were muffled by Luna's pussy, but the vibrations against Harry's cock only spurred him on. "Cum for me, Ginny," he growled, his strokes becoming more erratic. He could feel his climax approaching, his balls tightening with the promise of release.

Luna's hips rolled faster, her wetness coating Ginny's face as the redhead eagerly lapped at her. "Mm, yes, Harry, so good!" she moaned into Ginny's mouth, her own orgasm building with every thrust. Harry's hand found her clit, and he began to rub it in circles, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

Harry grunted, his eyes locked onto the sight of Ginny's tongue delving into her petite pussy. Luna threw her head back, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she came, her juices flooding Ginny's mouth. Ginny swallowed greedily, her eyes never leaving Harry's as she felt his cock thicken even more inside her.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Luna. Watching you cum makes me want to fill Ginny's pussy even more," Harry murmured, his hand still working Luna's clit. Luna's legs trembled, her body still convulsing from the intensity of her orgasm. Ginny's eyes fluttered closed as Harry's thumb found her clit again, pressing down firmly as he began to pound into her once more.

"Mmm, Harry, yes. Give me your baby," Ginny moaned, her voice muffled by Luna's pussy. Luna looked down at her, a soft smile playing on her lips, her own pleasure still evident. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against Harry's chest as she whispered into Ginny's ear. "Swallow it all, Gin. Take every drop of Harry's cum. You know you want it, you little slut."

The words pushed Ginny over the edge. Her body tightened around Harry's cock as she came, her pussy spasming and clenching around him. Harry's eyes went wide as he felt the contractions, and with a roar of pure pleasure, he released his cum deep inside her, filling her to the brim with his cum. Ginny's orgasm grew more intense, her body writhing as she felt the warmth spread through her, her pussy eagerly welcoming Harry's gift.

Luna's eyes gleamed with lust as she watched the scene unfold. She pulled away from Ginny's face, her own pussy still throbbing from her recent release. Harry's cum began to leak out of Ginny's swollen pussy, and without missing a beat, Luna bent down and licked it up, her tongue tracing the path it took down her thigh. Ginny moaned, the sensation of Luna's tongue on her skin sending aftershocks through her body.

"Now, Harry. Don't keep your mom waiting," Luna urged her voice a seductive purr. Harry's gaze shot to Lily, who was watching him with a hunger that mirrored his own. He knew that he wouldn't be able to resist her for much longer, especially not after the delicious taste of Ginny and Hermione.

He approached her, his cock still slick with the evidence of his earlier releases. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you, Mom?" he said, his voice thick with desire.

Lily's eyes never left him, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Oh, Harry. Ever since that summer night, I've been dreaming of your cock pounding me," she admitted her voice a seductive whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.

Her confession only served to stoke the fire of Harry's arousal. He stepped closer, his cock already hardening again at the thought of being inside her. "You've been a naughty girl, planning this Christmas party all along," he murmured, his hand caressing her cheek.

Lily's smile grew, her eyes dark with lust. "Is that what you think?" she asked, her voice a silky purr. She reached down and took his cock in her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Or perhaps I've just been waiting for the right moment to claim what's always been mine?"

"Mom, your body is so fucking hot," Harry groaned, his cock jerking in her hand. Lily's touch was like a spark to dry kindling, igniting the flames of his desire once more. He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss as he felt her hand begin to stroke him.

"You have no idea how much I've missed this, Harry," she whispered against his lips, her breath hot and needy. "How much I've missed the feeling of the cum filled pussy." Her words sent a thrill through him, his cock swelling even further in her grip.

"You're going to take every inch of me, Mom. And you're going to scream for more," Harry said, his voice low and filled with promise.

"Oh, Harry. I can't get еnоugh оf уоur cock," Lily breathed heavily, her hand sliding down to cup her own breast. Her nipple was hard and pointed, begging for his attention. Harry leaned down and took it into his mouth, sucking hard as he felt Lily's knees go weak. She let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as he teased and bit down gently, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak.

"Please, Harry. Won't you stuff your cock in your momma's pussy?" she panted, her hand dropping to her pussy. She was already wet, her juices glistening in the soft candlelight of the room. Harry's eyes darkened as he watched her fingers dance over her clit, her hips bucking slightly as she grew more aroused.

"You're so wet for me, mom. Do you want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight?" Harry's voice was a low growl, his own desire for her reaching a fever pitch. Lily nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she slid her hand away, revealing her glistening folds to him.

"Show me how much you've missed me, Harry," she urged, her voice thick with lust. Harry's eyes never left hers as he positioned himself at her pussy entrance, his cock nudging against her slick hole.

"Fuck me, Harry. Make me yours again," Lily begged, her hand reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Oh, Mom. Your pussy is the most magical," Harry groaned as he pushed into her, her wetness enveloping his cock like a glove. Lily's eyes rolled back in her head, a moan escaping her lips as she felt him fill her completely.

"Fuck me, Harry. Yes, just like that. Don't hold back," Lily panted, her hips rising to meet his every thrust. Harry's hand found her clit, his thumb rubbing it in tight circles that had her pussy spasming around his cock.

Harry's strokes grew more demanding, his cock pistoning into her with a force that made the room spin.

"You pussy tight, Mom. So fucking perfect," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. Lily's nails dug into his back, her hips bucking up to meet him as he drove into her. The tension grew, the air thick with lust and need.

"Harry, I'm going to cum. Don't stop, baby, don't you dare stop!" she screamed, her body tightening around him like a vice. Harry's eyes blazed with determination, his strokes growing more erratic as he felt her orgasm building.

"Cum for me, Mom. Cum all over my cock," Harry demanded his voice a gruff growl that sent a shiver through Lily's body. She could feel the beginnings of her climax, the pressure building with every thrust.

"Oh, Harry! Yes, baby, I'm going to cum! Don't stop, please don't stop!" Lily's voice was a desperate cry of pleasure as Harry's thumb continued to work her clit, his cock plunging deep inside her.

"You're going to cum, Mom. You're going to cum all over me and then I'm going to fill you up with my cum. Just like you've always wanted," Harry's voice was a low murmur, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Yes, Harry. Yes, I want it. I want your baby. Fill me up, please," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. Harry's strokes grew more urgent, his cock slamming into her with a force that sent her spiraling toward the edge of oblivion.

"Mom, you're going to take every drop of my cum. You're going to be so full of me, so filled with my baby," he said, his voice a dark promise that sent another wave of pleasure through her.

With a final, guttural moan, Harry buried his cock as deep as he could go, his hips stuttering as he released his hot cum into her willing pussy. Lily's eyes rolled back in her head, her body convulsing as she came again, her walls tightening around his cock like a fist. Harry's own climax was like nothing he'd ever felt before, the heat of his cum mixing with her wetness, the sensation of her pussy clenching down on him sending him into a state of pure ecstasy.

As he pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined arousal, Luna's legs parted before him like an offering to a god of lust. "Your turn, Harry," she murmured, her eyes glazed with desire. "Feel my pussy as full as your mom's, make my pussy change to fit only you."

With a feral growl, Harry didn't hesitate. He stepped towards her, his cock still hard and demanding. "You're so fucking greedy, Luna. But I'm more than happy to give you what you want," he said, his voice a dark promise that sent a thrill through her core.

Luna's eyes never left Harry's as he positioned himself at her entrance, her pussy already glistening with her desire. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock as she guided him home. "You know what you're doing, Harry. Show me how much you want to breed me, fill me until I'm overflowing with your cum," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr that made his cock jerk in anticipation.

As Harry pushed into her, Luna's legs fell open wider, her back arching off the floor as she took him in. Hermione and Ginny had moved to the floor, their bodies entwined in a passionate 69, their moans and whimpers filling the room like a sweet symphony of lust. Harry watched them for a moment, his eyes dark with hunger before he turned his attention back to Luna, her breasts heaving with every thrust.

"Fuck, Harry, you're so big!" Luna gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as he stretched her pussy. Her hand was still wrapped around his cock, her thumb stroking the base of his shaft as he pushed deeper. "I've wanted this for so long, Harry. I've dreamed of feeling your cock deep inside my pussy," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

"And I've wanted to fill you up, Luna. Watching you naked with Ginny and Hermione has made me so fucking hard. I want to breed all three of you, make you carry my babies, make you mine," Harry groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he claimed her body.

Luna's eyes snapped to his, her own desire reflected in their depths. "Yes, Harry. Make me yours. Make me carry your baby. Fill me up until I'm overflowing with your cum," she begged her voice a needy whine that had his cock swelling even further.

"You're going to get exactly what you want, Luna. You're going to feel every inch of my cock, until you're begging for mercy," Harry promised, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. He began to move, his hips rolling in a sensual dance that had Luna's eyes fluttering with pleasure.

"Oh, Harry, yes! Fuck me like you own me. I want to be yours, only yours," Luna moaned, her eyes never leaving his as she felt him stretch her pussy to the limit. Her hand dropped to her clit, her fingers working in tandem with Harry's cock as she pushed herself closer to the edge.

"You already are, Luna. You're all mine. And I'm going to make sure everyone knows it by filling you up with my cum," Harry grunted, his eyes dark with lust as he watched her pleasure herself.

Luna's moans grew louder, her hips rising to meet Harry's every thrust. "Fuck me harder, Harry! Make me cum around your cock!" she screamed, her eyes squeezed shut. Harry's hand found her clit, his thumb pressing down as he pounded into her.

"You like that, don't you, Luna? You like being used as my personal cum dumpster?" he taunted, his voice thick with arousal.

"Oh, Harry, you know I do. Fuck me harder, I'm so close, please," she whimpered, her nails digging into the flesh of his back. Harry's thrusts grew more frenzied, his cock pounding into her with a force that had her toes curling.

"You're going to cum for me, Luna. You're going to scream my name as I fill you up with my cum," he grunted, his strokes deep and punishing. Luna's breath hitched, her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm.

"Fuck, Harry, yes! Cum with me, Harry, fill me up with your hot cum!" she shrieked, her hips bucking wildly as she reached the peak of her climax. Harry's eyes blazed with triumph as he felt her pussy clench around him, her juices mixing with the sweat that coated their bodies.

With one final, powerful thrust, Harry exploded inside Luna, his cock spurting ropes of cum deep into her welcoming heat. Luna's eyes rolled back in her head, her body quivering with the force of her release. "Oh, Harry, you're so good, so deep, I can feel it in my womb," she gasped, her voice trembling. Harry's eyes never left hers, his own orgasm tearing through him like a storm.

With a roar of pure pleasure, Harry released another torrent of cum deep into Luna's pussy, so much so that it began to spurt out around his cock, covering her thighs and stomach in a warm, sticky mess. Luna's eyes went wide with shock and pleasure, her throat working as she tried to swallow the thick load that filled her mouth. Harry's hips stuttered, his orgasm lasting longer than any he'd ever experienced before.

As Harry's climax began to subside, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he stumbled backward, his knees giving out. Luna's own body spasmed around him, her orgasm still pulsing through her as she felt the warmth of his cum fill her to the brim. Her eyes met his, a look of pure bliss and satisfaction passing between them, before they both collapsed onto the floor, their bodies spent and exhausted.

Ginny and Hermione looked up from their passionate embrace, their faces flushed and panting. "Wow, Harry really gave it his all to her," Ginny murmured, her eyes glinting with a mix of admiration and lust. Hermione nodded in agreement, her own hand still buried in Ginny's pussy, her thumb lazily stroking her sensitive bud.

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Auror Headquarters was a madhouse. Papers flying, boots stomping, and a perpetual sense of exhaustion hanging in the air like a Dementor's presence. It was exactly why Nymphadora Tonks needed a break.

With her arms crossed and her patience at its limit, she stood before Amelia Bones' desk, trying to keep the desperation out of her voice. "Look, boss, I need this. Just a few days off. It's Christmas."

Amelia peered at her over her monocle, quill pausing mid-signature. "And yet, crime doesn't take a holiday, Tonks."

"Neither do Mad-Eye's bloody drills!" Tonks groaned, throwing up her hands. "I swear, if I have to dodge another imaginary curse because Moody thinks my 'constant vigilance' isn't constant enough, I'm hexing myself just for the nap."

Amelia sighed, setting her quill down. "You do know he's only pushing you because he thinks you have potential, right?"

Tonks placed a hand over her heart dramatically. "And I appreciate it, truly. But if I don't get a break, I'm going to start seeing threats in Christmas baubles." She leaned in with a grin. "Come on, boss. Let me have this one."

Amelia studied her for a moment, then exhaled. "Fine. Three days."

Tonks whooped, nearly knocking over a pile of case files in her excitement. "You're the best, really!"

"Don't make me regret it," Amelia muttered, already returning to her paperwork.

Tonks didn't waste time. She practically sprinted out of the office, heading straight for Moody's door before he could find an excuse to drag her into another 'realism training scenario'—which, last time, involved her being attacked by a bloody wardrobe.

She peeked inside. Moody was hunched over some reports, growling to himself.

She cleared her throat. "Uh, wotcher, Moody. Just popping in to say I'm off for a few days. Bones approved it."

Moody looked up, magical eye whirling toward her. "Hmph. You're getting soft, Tonks. What if an enemy ambushes you under the mistletoe, huh? You ready for that?"

Tonks grinned. "Depends. Are they good-looking?"

Moody scowled. "Bah. Go on then. But don't come crying when you're out of shape after three days of stuffing your face with pudding."

"I'll take my chances, old man," Tonks said, giving him a two-finger salute before apparating out.

Tonks stepped into the Ministry's Floo Network, dusting off her cloak as she called out, "Godric's Hollow—Potter Cottage!"

With a whoosh of green flames, she spun through the magical current, feeling the familiar tug of transportation before she stumbled forward onto the Potter's hearth. She barely had a second to regain her balance before she froze—her mouth falling open.

Her brain struggled to process what she was seeing.

Her wide eyes darted around the dimly lit room, her pink hair shifting colors in sheer shock.

"What the bloody—?!" she choked out, her voice catching in her throat.

Her Auror instincts kicked in for a split second, her body tensing as she had just walked into a crime scene. Except… this was definitely not a crime scene. Not unless breaking every rule of personal boundaries counted as one.

Tonks opened her mouth, then closed it. Then opened it again. Nope. No words were forming.

Her hand hovered near her wand as if her brain couldn't decide whether to fight, flee, or set the whole place on fire just to make it stop.

She really should have stayed at work.

She squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling sharply. "Okay," she muttered under her breath. "Maybe this is just a stress-induced hallucination. Maybe Moody's paranoia has finally rubbed off on me."

She cracked one eye open.

Nope. Still happening.

Tonks made a strangled noise in the back of her throat, quickly yanking her cloak tighter around herself as if that would somehow make the situation less insane.

"Right. So," she said, voice slightly higher than usual. "I'm just gonna go ahead and pretend I did not see any of this."

She took a slow, deliberate step backward toward the Floo, debating whether to disappear before anyone noticed her.

And then—

"TONKS!"

Tonks winced. Bugger.

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