Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires – Chapter 40 – The Third Task

Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires
Chapter Forty – The Third Task

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author.

Story Codes: mmf, mmmf, Mf, mg, anal, cream pie, hp, grope, magic, mc, spank, uniform, voy

The Triwizard Tournament was finally coming to an end; Harry and the other Champions had faced numerous challenges throughout the tournament and each of them had made it to the finals relatively unscathed. Harry’s lack of magical knowledge and experience had not hampered him thus far in the tournament but after finding out what the final task would encompass, he had used Hermione and Ginny as his own personal sex slaves to weed out any special skills and spells the other Champions had planned for that Third Task. Ron and Hermione had spent the last week helping Harry as much as possible in studying up for the task, but more important things had kept popping up, like sex. Harry had fucked Ginny every night of the last month, usually letting her sleep in his bed afterwards and Hermione and Ron had led less than exemplary lives as well during that time. Ron had been fucking every girl he could, including both Hermione and his own sister on a regular basis. Hermione had been just as slutty, fucking Ron, Victor, Harry and even one of the Weasley twins. Harry had become so addicted to fucking his little redheaded sex bunny; he even decided to fuck her the night before the big night. Ginny was his good luck charm and Harry felt that even though the fuck session would probably tire him out somewhat, it was worth it if fucking Ginny gave him some good luck the night before the final task. Like almost every other night before, Harry fucked Ginny for over an hour before pumping her full of his hot sticky cum in front his four other roommates. It was such a common sight, that only Neville stayed up to watch the show. Before long, Ginny fell asleep on top of Harry, with his cock still buried in her tight snatch.

This was the position Hermione Granger found her friends in when she snuck up early the next morning; with Harry otherwise occupied with a sleeping Ginny on top of his cock, Hermione had planned to sneak into the room and steal the Spellbook of Desires which she was almost certain was sitting either in Harry or Ron’s trunk. To her utter astonishment, the book was sitting right on top of Ron’s slowly heaving chest, probably where it had sat since he had fallen asleep reading it.

‘This might just be easier than I thought it would be’ Hermione murmured to herself before slowly and quietly shuffling over to Ron’s bed; making certain not to wake him, Harry, or the other three sleeping boys. Hermione could see Harry’s cock still buried in Ginny’s twat as she reached over Ron’s bed to pick up the valuable book.

‘Fuck!’ Hermione whispered quietly as Ron’s eyes popped opened and he reached out to grab her outstretched hand.

‘Don’t mind if we do!’ Ron whispered back without the least bit of tiredness in his voice. He had been awake ever since Hermione had opened the door, and was just waiting for his best opportunity to get a hold of her before she could take what she was obviously after.

‘Ron… Not now… I need that book; its evil!’ Hermione whispered back before being pulled on top of Ron’s waist. She tried to struggle against the grasp he now had on both of her wrists, but there was no use; he was much stronger than her and if she made to much noise she’d never get out of there with the book.

‘This book is the greatest thing of all time… It would take an awful lot to separate it from me… Harry would kill me’ Ron said back with a smirk on his face.

‘Fine Ron… But it has to be quiet and fast… I wanna be outta here before anyone else wakes up’ Hermione responded, knowing full well what Ron was up to and what she’d have to do to get the Spellbook of Desires. Before she could even finish her sentence however, Ron had pulled down his pajamas, ripped off Hermione’s skirt and panties and had guided his hard shaft into her warm cunny.

‘Fuck… That’s still tight… Unghhh…’ Ron moaned into Hermione’s ear as she took it like a champ and let Ron move his cock slowly in and out of her moist cunt. She wasn’t really in the mood to have her pussy fucked that morning, but if it meant getting that precious book from him, she was more than willing. Hermione looked over at Harry to make sure he was still sleeping and sure enough, Ginny was still unconscious on top of him and they were both peacefully sleeping.

‘Come on Ron… Fuck me faster… Let’s get this over with…’ Hermione moaned, as Ron’s big cock penetrated her deeply.

‘Well, get into it whore… and don’t act like its charity’ he groaned into her ear, as he started to thrust up into her even harder.

‘Fine… But be quiet… Mmmmmm… Fuck me Ronny…’ she groaned, trying to play along and keep as quiet as possible at the same time. She looked over at Harry one more time to make sure he was still sleeping and to her astonishment, all she saw was a sleeping Ginny, all alone splayed across Harry’s bed. ‘What the Fuck…’ she started but was soon interrupted when the mattress sank lower and something hard and warm prodded against her back entrance.

‘Good morning Hermione!’ Harry said with a hint of joviality in his voice as he slapped and squeezed Hermione’s tight ass and moved his cock up and down against her tight asshole.

‘You wouldn’t dare Harry… Nobody touches my ass… Fuck—’ Hermione began to protest but was cut short when Ron slammed his full length into her, grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide open and held her down for Harry to line his cock up to her hole.

‘UNGHHHHH…. UNGHHHHH…. UNGHHHHH…’ Hermione and Harry grunted in pain as slowly, inch by inch, Harry penetrated her tight hole and gave Hermione her first taste of having both Harry and Ron’s cock inside of her at the same time.

‘Oh my GOD! Oh my GODDDD!’ Hermione’s muffled screams sounded into Ron’s chest as Harry and Ron started to move in sync and really give it to her. All thoughts about stealing the book from Ron and Harry were forgotten as Hermione just did all she could to remain conscious. The pain was so much that the screaming into Ron’s chest did little to numb the pain now radiating from her two holes. All she could hope for was for one of the two to reach their climax soon and give her some relief.