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Fulfilling Harry’s Needs Ch.7 (Harry Potter)
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“Hermione!”
The fork speared with fluffy pancake stopped before it could enter Hermione’s mouth. After the long talk with Ron last night, she wanted to indulge herself with a treat. What Hermione didn’t expect was the one person that could ruin Ron’s fantasies floo into her home without warning.
“Harry’s lucky I didn’t kick him to the curb,” Ginny fumed as she claimed the loveseat across from Hermione.
“What are you talking about?” Hermione asked with concern, all other thoughts vanishing from her mind.
“Oh, please,” Ginny scoffed at the worry she saw in Hermione, “I’m not actually going to do that. He’s lucky he got diagnosed with that issue.”
“Ginny,” Hermione said warningly, “What’s going on?”
After rolling her eyes, Ginny said, “Something about Harry’s magic not settling. Pansy told him to go to St. Mungos for more tests. It just makes him randier. Seriously, you shouldn’t worry about that git.”
Hermione blinked in confusion, wondering how Harry hadn’t gone through magical puberty with the power that he possessed. Sure, he wasn’t the next Merlin, but Hermione knew he could eventually be the next Dumbledore. Did this mean Harry would get even more powerful?
“Wait,” Hermione said after realizing what Ginny mentioned in the end, “Randy? Like the reason you keep complaining about Harry being too rough during sex was caused by this?”
“Hermione!” Ginny exclaimed, “That’s not the issue here! Harry betrayed me!”
Hermione put the fork back on the plate and set it aside. She doubted that it would be eaten anytime soon.
“Let’s back up. Betray, as in cheat on you?” Hermione tried to keep the disbelief out of her voice. She had seen the couple together, and Hermione had always thought they were a little too obsessed with each other. Besides, with the amount of shagging they do, she didn’t see how it was even possible to have time to stray from the relationship.
“Yes!” Ginny spat, “Harry admitted it last night!”
Hermione leaned back into the couch in surprise. Her mind sped through the women that had been around Harry recently, but Hermione couldn’t see who could have caught his eye. As far as she knew, her oldest friend kept to close friends and family these days. If Harry cheated, it had to be someone from outside that circle.
There was also another thing that confused Hermione. If Harry cheated, she would have expected Ginny to be absolutely furious. With the redhead’s personality, Hermione had no doubt that Ginny’s wand would have been used to a great extent to exact revenge. Instead, she had chosen to come to Hermione’s home to complain like it just was some new teammate that annoyed her.
“Do you know who it is?” The words left Hermione’s lips before she could control her curiosity. Lavender would have scolded her for not trashing Ginny’s fiancé in support. But since it was Harry, Hermione had to get more information before reacting.
Ginny’s anger disappeared for a moment as an awkward look passed by her face for a moment. It wasn’t like she was rearing to announce to Hermione that her mum had slobbered on Harry’s cock.
“Ginny?” Hermione prodded after the redhead fell silent.
“You can’t tell anyone.”
“My lips are sealed,” Hermione promised.
“It was my mum,” Ginny mumbled so quietly that Hermione thought she had misheard.
“… Sorry, I think I didn’t hear that right,” Hermione said with wide eyes, “Did you say your mother?”
When Ginny gave her the smallest of nods, Hermione’s jaw dropped at the ridiculousness of the situation. She had always viewed Molly as a woman whose life revolved around her children, for better or worse. Even when Ginny told Hermione that her mother had an affair with Harry, it was still unbelievable.
“Are you sure? How could Molly do that? How could Harry?” Hermione shot off questions rapidly.
Ginny thought of how her mother dressed before following her to meet Harry. It was like a woman about to meet a date rather than a future son-in-law. After all, what normal mother puts on a form-fitting jumper and a flattering skirt to meet her daughter’s fiancé.
“Believe me, it’s true,” Ginny said flatly.
It still didn’t process fully for Hermione. And if this wasn’t some sort of odd prank by Ginny, why was she not more devastated?
“What are you going to do?”
Ginny shifted in her seat at the question she didn’t want to think about. Leaving Harry was ruled out. And the deal she and her mother agreed to pretty much told of how the future would be. Harry could shag her mum as much as he wanted as long as it was out of Ginny’s sight.
The biggest thing that Ginny didn’t want to acknowledge was that she was angrier about Harry not telling her before doing it instead of the cheating itself. If anything, she was comforted that it was her mother that Harry went for. There was no chance that Ginny’s relationship with Harry would be threatened by her.
“I… I might have come to a deal with my mum.”
Hermione shouldn’t have been surprised, especially with how Ginny seemed annoyed rather than angry at the situation. “You’re going to let this happen?”
“I have a good reason!” Ginny defended herself, “Daddy apparently likes to see my mum with other men. Imagine if that news gets out! With Harry marrying me, his name would be dragged into the mud. So instead of other men, mum would only see Harry. That way, it can be kept secret.”
Hermione blinked at the new information thrown at her. It suddenly made sense where Ron got his fantasy of seeing her with Harry. It was most likely subliminal since Hermione doubted that the Weasleys brought up their youngest son to be a cuckold.
“So let me get this straight,” Hermione started slowly, “To prevent Harry’s name from being tainted, you’re going to let him keep shagging your mum.”
“… Yes?” Ginny said unsurely.
“Huh…” Hermione sat back and looked at Ginny closely. For all of the redhead’s beauty, she could not stand up for herself. Hermione was glad Harry still had a fianceé but was confused about why he would choose Molly of all people to stray with. Of course, that was only for the briefest moment before Hermione remembered Molly’s revealing dress at the engagement party. It was still strange for Hermione to think of the older redhead as a woman that men would love to shag.
“Ginny… does thinking of Harry with another woman make you feel something strange?” Hermione asked suddenly. With Arthur being a cuckold and Ron being revealed to be the same, it wasn’t a stretch for her to think Ginny might have similar inclinations.
“No,” Ginny glared at Hermione, “I know what you’re thinking. I’m not like Ron.”
“If you say so,” Hermione placated, “But you have to admit that it’s odd how well you’re taking this.”
“I don’t have an answer for you,” Ginny said with a helpless shrug.
Hermione hummed as she thought of her own situation. Despite what some articles written about her private life might say, Hermione really did love Ron. He might be short-tempered and unreliable at times, but when it really mattered, Ron could be trusted to do the right thing. That was just one of the many things that Hermione loved about him. So when Witch Weekly claimed her true love was Harry, it couldn’t be more false.
Of course, that didn’t mean Hermione wasn’t attracted to Harry. The gossip was wrong. Her subtle glances did not mean a deeply hidden longing. It was possible to be attracted to someone while deeply in love with another. That was why Ron’s fantasy was so appealing to Hermione. It would let her have the cake and eat it too.
After they left the engagement party, Hermione and Ron talked for what seemed like hours about what he truly wanted. To make a long story short, Ron felt he owed Harry for abandoning him in critical times. Combining that with the feeling that he wasn’t good enough for Hermione was the start of his fantasy. In Ron’s view, he would be repaying Harry by letting him have the one he loved most while also giving Hermione someone better.
That level of inferiority concerned Hermione, but Ron reassured her that this reasoning only applied to his fetish. She very much doubted that, but they had ended the talk with Hermione agreeing to try and get Ginny’s permission. Something the brunette initially thought would never happen.
She never expected Ginny floo to her home and announce that Harry would now be shagging Molly on the side. Hermione suddenly saw an opening. If Ginny allowed her mum to get railed by her fiance, it wouldn’t be a stretch to let her future sister-in-law do the same.
“At least you know how to deal with it,” Hermione said with a sigh, “You heard how Ron blindsided me yesterday. I still have no idea what to do with that.”
Ginny instantly became alert, remembering how Ron wants Hermione to sleep with Harry.
“He wants me to see other men,” Hermione twisted the truth, “But with what you just said, I have to make sure they keep it secret so Harry won’t be affected. I can’t imagine how bad it would be if the press caught on to the fact that Ron and I were doing that.”
When Ginny stayed silent, Hermione continued, “Ron preferred me to go to Harry, but I couldn’t do that!”
“Hermione,” Ginny interrupted, “Stop.”
Hermione shut her mouth instantly, not wanting to push too fast.
“Could you have been any more obvious?” Ginny said with an arched eyebrow.
“Well? What do you think? Even if it was obvious, you must admit it will have a bigger effect on Harry than your mum getting caught.”
“Are you trying to blackmail me into letting Harry sleep with you?” Ginny said with disbelief.
Hermione blushed with shame and immediately apologized, “I’m so sorry, Ginny. It’s just that Ron really wanted me to do this. I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Well, at least you’re better about it than my mum. You asked me first.”
Hermione blinked at the reversal. “Wait, did you just agree?”
“Obviously,” Ginny said with a roll of her eyes, “Hermione, I just told you that I’m letting Harry shag my mother. Then you tell me that the reason I did that also applies to you. Of course, I’m going to say yes.”
Hermione knew she should take this win and be quiet, but she could resist commenting. “You know, I think you might want Harry to have other women. You accepted far too easily.”
“Hermione,” Ginny warned, “Shut it.”
After Hermione mimed zipping her lips, Ginny added, “We might as well get this over with. Let’s go to my place so we can let Harry know I pimped him out. Merlin knows how happy he’d be.”
“Right now?” Hermione hesitated, looking at the stairs, “I suppose that’s alright.”
Hermione decided to let Ron know after she talked to Harry. After all, even if Ginny had agreed, that didn’t mean Harry would do the same. It was equally terrifying and fascinating that she was considering this so casually.
“Potter Manor!” Ginny disappeared in a flash of green fire.
Hermione took a last look at the stairs before following Ginny to her home. She smoothly stepped out of the fireplace on the other end and froze at what was happening.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME!” Molly screamed as Harry continuously split her cunt with his massive cock.
He had been fucking her nonstop ever since Ginny had left. Molly wasn’t even sure how long it had been, only the amount of times Harry had filled her womb with his seed. She remembered each and every time his cum had been dumped inside her because her whole body would feel like it had been electrified. Molly’s eyes would roll back while a shrill shriek escaped from her lips, and her cunt would try to hold Harry’s cock in place futilely as it kept pounding into her cervix. When it failed, Molly would spray her orgasm around the cock that was ripping her apart.
But it had already happened six times. Molly was exhausted, her whole body covered with a sheen of sweat after the intense fucking she took from the wizard that seemed to have no end to his stamina. Molly remembered thinking Ginny was at fault for not taming this beast of a man, but now she knew just how much work that would take.
Molly moaned when Harry turned her face to claim her lips while roughly groping her bouncing tits. She protested weakly when he hooked her legs before lifting until her knees were just below her shoulders and her thighs framing her massive breasts.
When Harry broke the kiss and sat down on the couch with Molly still impaled on his cock and in a full nelson, Molly said her first word that wasn’t a curse.
“Harry?”
He only grunted as he started to brutally destroy the creampied pussy that belonged to his fiancee’s mother.
“OH, MERLIN! YOU’RE BREAKING ME, YOU HUNG BASTARD!”
Molly started to screech when her cunt sprayed her orgasm like a broken faucet. She doused the couch that was already ruined by adding an additional layer of her juices. Harry’s cock fucked her so hard that the cum that had already been dumped in her cunt was getting pumped out, draining out of Molly’s pussy and down to his overworked balls before pooling on the couch.
“I can never get tired of fucking you, Molly,” Harry growled through clenched teeth, “I bet Arthur doesn’t know what a fucking whore you are. You would probably come here to get your cunt broken in even if he didn’t agree to this. Wouldn’t you?”
Molly’s tongue lolled out of her mouth as she unknowingly took on her daughter’s image when on his cock at The Burrow. All she could focus on was the cock that repeatedly hit her g-spot, keeping her in a constant state of orgasm while the cum sloshing around in her womb was slowly leaking out. All Molly wanted to do was make Harry refill the deepest place in her cunt, not only to keep her womb filled but to get the beast fucking her that much closer to exhausting himself.
Unfortunately for Molly, Harry actually wanted an answer to his question. And the way he chose to get her to answer was to fuck her even harder.
Harry tightened the hold on Molly’s legs and felt around before finding her nipples. With a tight pinch that made her flinch in his grip, Harry started to ream her cream-filled cunt like it had wronged him.
“HHGNGH!”
Spit flew out of Molly’s open mouth as her body fell limp in Harry’s grip, her massive tits jiggling at the force of the fucking she received. The only reason they didn’t fly up and smack Molly’s chin was Harry tightly pinching her nipples, holding the bouncing breasts somewhat in place.
“Answer me, Molly!” Harry demanded between his titanic thrusts into her cunt.
“AHH!” Molly’s pussy spurted another enormous orgasm around the tight seal of Harry’s cock keeping her pussy plugged. Somehow, even with her getting fucked into near unconsciousness, Molly was able to yell an answer.
“YES! I WOULDN’T CARE WHAT ARTHUR SAYS!”
Harry released her legs and pushed her forward without warning to put Molly on her stomach. He ground her face into the soaked cushions before pounding his cock back into her squelching pussy.
“That’s what I thought,” Harry almost crowed in victory while sucking on her neck. His hips never stopped pounding into Molly’s fat arse. Their flesh clapped together repeatedly until Harry grunted and shoved every bit of cock possible into her depths.
“Fucking hell! Here comes another load!”
Molly squirmed as Harry came inside her for the seventh time this morning. His cock was right at her cervix, feeding blast after blast of cum that felt as strong as the first time he fed her his seed. Harry covered Molly’s body with his, settling his cock deep inside her until his balls were done emptying themselves into her womb.
The two were so focused on fucking each other’s brains out that Hermione and Ginny went completely unnoticed. The younger women had been standing in the same spot since they exited the fireplace, too stunned to bother to move. The fucking Hermione witnessed was so intense that it was almost impossible not to get aroused.
When Harry started to dump his cum inside Molly, Hermione snapped out of it and looked at Ginny. The younger redhead was still staring at where her mother and Harry were connected. The barest hint of Harry’s shaft was visible since the rest was buried in Molly’s cunt.
Hermione grabbed the back of Ginny’s top and pulled her away. “Follow me,” she hissed quietly. Hermione moved to a side room to avoid alerting Harry before putting up a privacy spell.
“That’s what Harry’s like?” Hermione asked with a bit of excitement. Ginny had told her how Harry never got tired of sex, but the brunette didn’t know it was like this. When Hermione looked at Ginny properly, she gasped, “I knew it! You like watching Harry fuck other women!”
The top Ginny had on had two very visible nipples poking out that could only be caused by one thing.
“That’s what Harry’s like,” Ginny confirmed while ignoring Hermione’s last sentence. She had initially thought she didn’t mind Harry shagging her mum because of how much she loved him, but the arousal Ginny experienced by watching him destroy her mum told her something much different. Hell, Ginny imagined Hermione in the same state half the time she was staring at Harry in a daze.
That didn’t mean she wanted to acknowledge it quite yet.
“I’m heading to the pub, Hermione. Do you want to come with me?”
“It’s early morning,” Hermione pointed out, “And we came here for a reason.”
“OH YES! FUCK ME, HARRY!”
“I don’t think they’ll be done anytime soon,” Ginny said dryly.
Hermione followed Ginny out of the manor with a face filled with disbelief, wondering how Harry had the energy to keep going.
