A night of love

Keeping a Promise

They returned to the dorms in a group, all feeling relaxed and happy for the starting weekend.

“I suggest you take a shower and brush your teeth. You should then dress lightly, with clothes that can be easily removed,” Hermione said before they parted at the stairs.

“Are you sure about taking part in it?” he asked quietly.

“Surer than I’ve ever been. And don’t worry, I’m also sure that you’ll do well.” Hermione kissed his cheek lightly, not wanting to attract undue attention. Ginny was frowning at the far end of the common room, but there was nothing unusual about the way Harry and Hermione acted. She could find no excuse to intervene.

Harry did as advised. He took a long shower, making sure to clean even places he usually didn’t pay much attention to. He also shaved and put some after-shave lotion and a bit of manly perfume on himself, thankful for the shopping Mrs. Weasley had done for him, although she didn’t plan for him to use it with anybody but Ginny. He glanced at the rosy vial he had hidden in his trunk and decided not to take it. Padma had already gained his respect, his friendship and much more. He didn’t need a potion to show her love, of that he was sure. The mere idea of a potion to influence his feelings disgusted him.

Hermione was already waiting in the common room. He noticed that she was also freshly showered and smelled wonderfully. A glimpse at her robes made him understand that she was probably not wearing much under them, if anything at all. He liked the idea.

“Let’s go. You don’t want her to wait outside, do you?” Hermione urged him.

Harry took her hand as they left the dorms, feeling content. Despite arriving before the set time, Padma was already waiting near the Room of Requirements. He noticed her hair was still damp and she smelled just as nicely as Hermione.

“Do you have any particular setting in mind?” he asked.

“Not really. A comfortable bed to accommodate the three of us is good enough for me. I don’t think we need anything else.”

Harry looked at Hermione, who just shrugged, as if stating that she had no preferences either. He then stepped along the wall three times, thinking of a wide bed in a carpeted room lighted by fragrant candles, with some soft furniture around it and some soft background music. An attached bathroom seemed to also be a good idea,

When he opened the door that appeared, he saw a room exactly like the one he imagined. Both girls gaped as they saw it. “That’s really a romantic setup,” Padma finally said, beaming a smile at Harry.

Once he closed the door, Harry wasn’t sure what he was expected to do next. Should he first caress Padma and kiss her? Should he first let Hermione know how much she meant for him? How could he act to be fair to both girls and still satisfy them both? Was he even able to do it?

His doubts were starting to turn into panic, but the girls didn’t let it happen. Hermione removed her outer robes, revealing her shapely body clad in knickers only. Padma followed suit, only she was wearing a bra as well. The girls scanned each other appreciatively, and then turned to Harry.

“You are way too much dressed,” Hermione told him.

Padma helped him remove his robes and then Hermione helped him out of his shirt. They removed a shoe each. Both took hold of his pants and underpants, taking them down quickly, leaving Harry completely naked.

He felt awkward, and even on the verge of panic, before his hormones kicked in, making him change his perspective. “Now you two are too dressed,” he said with a smirk, noticing both were staring at his groin.

Hermione didn’t hesitate. She took off her knickers immediately, revealing a nicely trimmed triangle of brown hair above her womanly crack, yet she blushed brightly.

“Won’t you help me undress?” Padma asked suggestively.

Harry forced himself to take his eyes off Hermione and walked to Padma. Looking closer, he noted that her bra had a front clasp, making it easier to remove. He felt thankful for her being so considerate, as he had heard some horror stories about boys failing to remove that item off their girls. As she let her bra fall to the carpeted floor, Harry admired the view. Her breasts were much darker than Hermione’s – her whole skin was darker, really – and a bit bigger, yet just as erect. He caressed them, enjoying the soft firmness (Wasn’t that a contradiction of terms? He didn’t mind. That’s what it felt like.) and making the nearly black n*****s rise. He was almost surprised to feel the hard n*****s yet they caused another instinct kick in. He bent down and took one of them in his mouth, sucking lightly. He was rewarded by a moan of pleasure, encouraging him to repeat it with the other n****e.

He let go of her breasts somewhat reluctantly as he let his hands go down, grabbing her knickers and pulling them down her smooth legs, revealing a shaved mound, with only a thin line of trimmed black hair pointing at the entrance. As his head was just at the right height while pulling her underwear down, her feminine scent permeated his nostrils, making him feel almost intoxicated. He moved his head closer, inhaling that scent, until his nose touched her mound. Not even thinking, he let his tongue out, searching for the source of that heavenly smell, letting his tongue explore her folds until he found a place that brought the strongest reaction from Padma.

The dark girl didn’t want to wait any longer. She grabbed Harry’s hands and made him stand, then led him to the bed and lay on her back with her legs spread wide. Harry was admiring the view, but Padma was in no mood for waiting. She grabbed his erection, forcing him to come closer. “I think I’m wet enough,” she told him. “Time to plunge in.”

Harry dreaded this moment. He knew that no matter how tender he tried to be, he would still hurt the girl. He felt awful about that. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he told Padma.

“It will hurt me much more if you don’t break my hymen. Just push in hard and then stop until I tell you to move.”

It was the first time he was so close to a girl, a woman. He felt unsure, yet his instincts made him act. He put his finger at her entrance, finding it was indeed very wet and slippery. He then lined his erection against that opening and pushed in hard, moving all the way into that slippery warmth until he could move in no deeper. Their pelvises touched and he felt as if he also reached the end inside her. He then had to force himself not to move. Padma bit her lips and whimpered once. He saw some tears escaping her eyes and she wiped them furiously with her hand. She then took a few deep breathes. “Start moving now. Slowly, please.”

He started moving. He pulled almost completely out and then pushed in again, forcing himself to move slowly, despite the urges of his body, and trying not to think of what he was doing, so he wouldn’t reach his peak prematurely.

He continued this painfully slow pace for only a few more strokes, before Padma said, “Faster!”

It was a relief to move more in accordance with his own instincts. He wasn’t sure if he was doing it right, but he tried varying the angle and the depth of his movements, staying as attentive to Padma’s reaction as he could. This helped him find the most rewarding position for her. It all started happening much faster after that. Padma was soon moaning in ecstasy, urging Harry to move faster and deeper. He then felt her body squeezing him in rhythmic spasms, as her moans turned into a long wail and her opening overflowed with her fluids. Unable to hold any longer, he pumped a few more times, adding his own fluids into her.

Harry fell over Padma, feeling completely spent, as she hugged him fiercely, while still riding the waves of her first ever orgasm, not minding his weight. Harry felt at peace, resting over her curvy body, feeling her breasts pressed into his chest while his member was till inside her, although it was becoming much softer now.

While Harry was fulfilling his promise, Hermione was sitting on a couch nearby, watching attentively. After a while she started touching herself where Harry’s hands and mouth were touching Padma, not even noticing what she was doing. Once she saw Harry relax after his peak she knew it was her turn now. She stood up and approached the bed, when suddenly Harry cried in pain, his hand going to his famous scar.

“What is it, Harry?” both girls asked at once.

“It’s Voldemort. Whenever he is angry or excited, my head hurts.”

“Didn’t you learn Occlumancy?” Padma asked. “That could help you.”

Harry grimaced. Even the memory of those so-called Occlumancy lessons with Snape was painful. “Snape was supposed to teach me, but it turned out worse than him teaching potions.”

Now Padma grimaced. As a Ravenclaw, she could judge the teachers quite well, and her opinion of Snape was lower than of Binns. She thought for a moment. “Have you tried to use your connection in the other direction?”

“What do you mean? I don’t want to let Voldemort know my secrets or even my feelings.”

Padma seemed to be in her element now. “According to what I’ve heard, he couldn’t possess you in the Ministry because the love you have was hurting him badly. Maybe he now sensed the love we were sharing here and it caused the reaction you felt, although it was just induced by a potion.”

Hermione seemed surprised, but Harry shook his head. “I didn’t take it. Whatever happened between us had nothing to do with a potion. I’m really attracted to you and I can truly say I love you, although not as I love Hermione.”

“You really love me?” Padma asked, surprise and hope mixed in her voice.

“I already said it. I love Hermione more, but I also love you.”

He barely finished the sentence when Padma grabbed his head in both her hands and kissed his lips fiercely. Harry responded, kissing her back with just as much passion. He than broke the kiss suddenly, his hand going to his scar.

Padma sighed. “This is not the best time or place to teach you, but if I don’t give you at least some basic protection you won’t be able to continue the way both Hermione and I want you.” She glanced at Hermione, who nodded.

Her voice changed now, as if lecturing, reminding him of Hermione, when she was in her ‘lecture mode’. “Try viewing your connection with Voldemort as a pipe. You already have some minimal protection, which is a kind of directional valve, not allowing your thoughts and feeling to leak out too much, or he would have known some secrets he doesn’t, as I see it. You also tried putting there another protection, to stop him from reaching you. This didn’t work too well. Am I right?”

Both Harry and Hermione nodded. Padma continued. “Now, instead of blocking everything from going out, try to open that valve selectively, only allowing feelings of love and joy out, while blocking everything else in both directions. Can you do it?”

Harry concentrated a bit. He needed to close his eyes, as the two naked girls proved to cause too much distraction. A short while later he felt as if he could do this, at least for a few hours.

He opened his eyes and nodded.

“Now, use your magic to push the feelings of love you get from me and from Hermione into that pipe.” She didn’t wait, but initiated another passionate kiss. Harry tried to push some of that feeling into that imaginary pipe.

Padma released the kiss after a while. “I have a feeling it works. Now, let Hermione feel your love to her and give you her love. Try to push as much as you can into that pipe as well.”