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The Chamber of Secret Delights {gbgg}
by Vivian Darkbloom
Sighing heavily, Harry turned the dismal gray pages of the extra book Snape
had assigned, "The magical qualities of assorted mushrooms." So much to memorize.
"...eating from one side will make you larger, eating from the other side
will make you smaller..." and so on. He was lazily daydreaming of butterbeers,
when he heard a "sst!"
Looking around, he noticed that all the others in the boy's dormitory had
dozed off over their studies; hardly surprising, given the hour. Yet still,
"sst!" he heard it again. A young girl's head was protruding from the wall.
It was the head of Moaning Myrtle. "Harry, you've got to come quick!" she
whispered loudly.
"What?" he replied. "I can't hear you!"
"You've got to come quick. You-know-who has put the entire castle under a
sleeping spell, and we need you to come help break it!"
Harry scratched his head. "If everyone's asleep, then why are you whispering?"
Myrtle shrugged, emerging from the wall. "More dramatic I suppose. Hey,"
she grinned. "I've never been in the boy's dormitory before!" She leapt up
into the air over Harry. As he glanced up, under her frilly, fancy old-fashioned
dress, he noticed that she wasn't wearing any undergarments.
Now Harry, having been raised in a family without any young girls in it,
had never seen a naked female body. So he found himself unwittingly fascinated
by the glimpse he had caught of the soft reddish folds between the smooth
pink lips gazing down from between Myrtle's legs as she flew over him.
Quickly he looked away, though she gave a meaningful look as if she had noticed.
But rather than mention it, she bounced lightly off the wall and landed abruptly
sitting on top of him. Not that he could feel her weight -- she was, after
all, a ghost. But he thought he imagined something stirring in his lap.
She reached out both arms around his neck, clasping her hands gently behind
his head, leaning back seductively. "How about it, big magician," she squeaked
slyly. "A little kiss for the little girl?"
"Um, Myrtle, you're kind of like, a GHOST, so there wouldn't be much chance
that we could, um, like, you know..."
She leaned forward and placed a wet, juicy smack on his lips, or at least
it would have been wet and juicy had he been able to feel it. Disconcerting.
He shook his head to clear it. "Look, so what do you need me to do?"
Myrtle's mood turned pleading, with an undertone of mockery behind it as
always. "Harry, Hermione needs you to come downstairs to the commons so you
can help her free the castle from the awful spell!"
"So how come she didn't come up to ask me herself?"
Myrtle smirked. "She was afraid to enter the boy's dormitory. She could get
expelled."
"Ok," Harry stood up, exasperated. "I'll be right there."
When he arrived, Hermione was seated at a table, frowning over a thick book.
Ginny Weasley sat next to her, apparently having somehow also escaped the
sleeping spell.
"What's that?" asked Harry, rubbing his eyes.
"A quadruple," muttered Hermione absently, pulling one of her long curly
locks from behind her ear. "Oh dear."
"Quadruple what?" asked Myrtle.
"See well, it says right here," Hermione underlined the sentence with her
finger, "the only way to break the castle-sleeping spell is a quadruple simultaneous
orgasm."
"What does that mean?" asked Harry.
Hermione looked at him sharply. "Don't get out much, do you?"
"Well, all these extra books Snape has piled on..."
She waved her hand in the air. "I know, I know. Well Harry," she turned wistful.
"I suppose it's time you got to visit the secret chamber upstairs of the
girl's dormitory."
Harry had been wondering about that room for some time now, though he had
been to busy to realize it. But now he found himself remembering the strange
sounds he had heard from that direction late at night, rhythmic moans that
crescendoed into screams and then sighs, faintly in the distance. Sometimes
he heard one or two voices, other nights, especially when the moon was full,
he could have sworn the entire girl's dorm was up there giggling and shrieking.
Invariably, the morning after, all the girls would be a little extra cheerful.
"Follow us, Harry," said Hermione. "We'll need your magic wand for this one."
"Ok, I'll go get it. I left it upstairs..."
"Hush," she said. "just follow." And with that, she swiftly turned and walked
across the room.
Puzzled, he followed Hermione's long, flowing, velvet gray-blue robes, embroidered
with silver stars and moons, as they swept up the ancient stones of the castle
stairs, to the forbidden silent shadows of the girl's dormitory.
The deeply grained oak door creaked open, and they plunged into the secret
night within. The torches had gone out, so darkness was only broken by the
pale blue moonlight descending faintly from a high window in the stone alcove
above.
Gentle snoring sounded around him, and as Harry's eyes adjusted to the darkness,
the gray shapes looming around him turned out to be girls clad in thin, delicate
night-garments, asleep over their books, or lounging in chairs or cuddling
together in beds. Apparently the rules were more lax on this side regarding
the necessity of clothes, and Harry noticed a one of the girls he had seen
in the dining hall with her legs spread to display her small, sweet lower
mouth.
She was completely naked, aside from a frilly little nightshirt that was
open to reveal her smooth chest. She lay asleep as if she had been sitting
on the corner of the bed and, when the spell had hit, had fallen back face
up, with each leg hanging over a different side of the bed corner pointing
out either way like the hands of a clock at 8:20. The faint glow of moonlight
on the dark, inviting slit between smooth folds silently watching from below
her navel seemed to touch Harry in the same location, and he swallowed uneasily.
Hermione led them all, unheeding Harry's disconcertedness, across the stone-tiled
floor, to a door that opened to a stone spiral stairway. The formed a solemn
procession, Hermione, Harry, Ginny, and Myrtle, slowly ascending the hard
stone steps to the chamber above.
At the upper landing, Hermione paused in front of the doorway, turning to
them. "The Chamber of Secret Delights," she said dramatically. As she pushed
open yet another heavily grained ancient oaken door, they walked through.
Harry could feel invisible feminine hands gently loosening his clothes, reaching
into his pants and pulling them down, pulling off his shirt.
As he looked around, he saw the same happening to Ginny -- her clothes were
magically being removed and gracefully set in a pile to one side.
"The disrobing spell," announced Hermione, holding her wand like a scepter.
"I've disabled it for myself for now, until we get started. Now Myrtle, what
will we do about you?"
Harry was down to his shorts, which Ginny had given him once for Valentine's
day. She giggled shyly when she saw that he had them on. They had little
red hearts and bows and arrows all over them.
The hands were tugging at the elastic, and Harry kept slapping them away.
Myrtle laughed loudly at Hermione's question. "Just because I CAN go through
walls doesn't can't be solid when I want to. Watch..."
She walked over to a rack which held -- Harry wasn't sure what they were
called. A variety of toys, apparently. Myrtle lifted up by the strap a belt
mounted with what looked like a giant black curvy pickle. As they watched,
she carried it across the room, turning invisible as she did, so the dual-pickle
floated dangling from the belt. She reappeared on the other side of the room,
and curtsied.
"Hm." Hermione replied. "That should do just fine. Now Ginny,"
Ginny stood in front of Harry, facing him. Both still had their shorts on,
both bare-chested. Harry clung to his shorts, though the invisible hands
had apparently given up momentarily trying to remove them.
Ginny's red hair fell gently on her pale shoulders as she smiled at him,
lips moist and red in the muted, sensuous light. "Here, I'll help with those,"
she said. She knelt down where Harry was standing, and touched his crotch
gently with her nose. She lifted up her head and gently closed her lips around
the shape of the shaft of the magic wand inside. The wand shifted, leaving
a tiny dot of sweet-smelling juice, and the red round tip peeked out from
the top of the elastic.
Ginny smiled. "I knew you could do it for me," she said.
Harry's head was so filled with the hazy rush of ecstasy that he was too
weak to notice or resist as Ginny carefully slipped his final garment off,
down his legs, onto the floor.
Hermione paused for a moment, staring in spite of herself at this sight yet
un-beheld. She cleared her throat. "Now Ginny, I think for the maximal effect,
you'll need to change shapes. Don't worry -- you'll still feel everything
just the same. What do you think. Fleur? or Cho?"
"Cho," Harry said involuntarily, twinging at the memory of their Valentine's
day disaster."
A subtle hint of knowing distaste crossed Hermione's face. "Of course. Cho
it is." She lifted her wand. "Transformus Labias Corpus," she incanted.
A blur passed over the lens of reality, and as Harry blinked, Professor McGonagall
stood in front of them.
"Yaaagh!" he blurted.
"Aaaaaa!" yelled the others in unison.
"Sorry," muttered Hermione, leafing through her spell book. "Let me try again...
Transformus Corpus Vulvus!"
A blur passed over the lens of reality, and as Harry blinked, his dream had
come true -- Cho stood in front of him, wearing nothing but her shorts. "Cho,"
he said. She grinned.
"Ah, much better," said Hermione.
"Myrtle," said Ginny-Cho, "you look as though you had seen a ghost!"
"I AM a ghost," she muttered irritably. "Hmph." As she shook herself, shivering
with anticipation, her Victorian dress transfigured into a black Victorian
undergarment, dangling stringily on her thin smooth pale innocent body with
filmy black beautiful frills. She pushed her glasses up her cute little nose,
and brushed the tip of the black cucumber against the soft gentle folds between
her legs. "unh," she said softly.
"Ok, Harry, it's your turn," said Cho. She stood over him, pushing down his
shoulders. "Take off my panties, if you dare!"
Harry felt his heart racing. As he knelt and gently grasped Cho's thin, tan
legs, feeling her soft smooth skin, he thrust his mouth into the center of
her crotch, smelling the sweet, vexing aroma of her tantalizing desire through
the soft, thin fabric.
He closed his teeth gently, pulling the panties down from their center, the
blissful aroma filling his nostrils. As the flimsy garment fell to the floor,
he found himself facing the naughty, youthfully gnarled folds. Her head tilted
back, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
"Yes," she whispered. "Kiss me there. Love me."
Harry gently reached out with the tip of his tongue. As it made contact,
he felt the shudder of delight ripple through her entire body. "Yes," she
repeated over and over.
He heard the smacking sound of a lotion bottle behind him, and felt a finger
smooshing a warm oily liquid down the crack between his buttocks.
"Don't mind me, back here," said Myrtle. Oddly, she was still wearing her
glasses. She had strapped the belt around her waist, and had inserted half
of the black curvy cucumber into her vagina.
As Harry continued to lovingly caress Cho's sensuous, wet folds with his
tongue, he felt a finger exploring, probing, spreading oily pleasure down
from the base of his spine, lower and lower, until the finger caught in the
hole.
Glancing up, he saw Hermione's rapt expression, as she casually studied the
situation. She was still fully clothed the grey-blue velvet robe, with a
tall pointed hat, both covered in silver stars. When he saw her cute face,
he suddenly wanted to kiss her on the lips, and smear the juice from Cho's
hot love-hole onto them. But he diligently persisted in pleasuring Cho. Her
moans increased in volume and intensity.
Glancing back, he saw Myrtle wickedly pushing the tip of the black cucumber-thing
down the crack of his butt. The tip of it was now vibrating with a sensuous
motion. He felt it penetrate his anus, and slide in to a spot inside him
that instantly blinded him with pleasure.
"Whoa," he protested, feeling his magic wand stiffen uncontrollably into
a steel rod.
"Enchanted dildo, automatically seeks and stimulates the prostate," explained
Hermione in a matter-of-fact tone. Myrtle gasped and gave a shriek of delight.
"And the G-spot, on the other side. Very good."
"We need a quadruple," remarked Cho. "So what do we do about you?" She asked.
"Well," Hermione replied.
"Harry could come inside of you," Cho offered.
Hermione smiled. "That's very kind, but you well know that all the greatest
witches were lesbians. You wouldn't want me to soil my repute. Well, we have
a couple of options."
"Here," said Cho, pulling away from Harry, and getting down on the floor
in front of him on her hands and knees. Her smooth brown back and buttocks
curved seductively before him. He placed his hands gently on her waist.
For the first time, Harry noticed the plush, soft pillowy carpeting. His
steel rod found its way towards between her legs. As she opened her hips
behind her, her fingers reached back between her legs to find the now almost
painfully glowing hyper-sensitized red tip of him, gently smearing the drops
that now flowed freely from it.
Hermione watched, approvingly. Myrtle's moaning continued, the persistent
thrusting into Harry from behind keeping Harry's wand in its magical state.
Harry gasped as he felt the tip touch Cho's soft, white-hot juicy hole, as
he felt it close around his aching stiffness, encircling his blissful agony
in the fire of penetration.
"Yes!" she cried in delight.
"Unh!" cried Myrtle as he pulled out of Cho, thus thrusting into her.
"Yes," he replied, to Cho, and the dialogue (trialogue) between them continued,
"yes, yes, unh, yes, unh,..."
Meanwhile, Hermione knelt in front of Cho, sitting down, legs spread, lifting
her robes. Underneath, she had been naked all along, her smooth lips gently
pressing and parting in the breeze. She scooted forward, until she was in
reach of Cho's mouth.
"OK Ginny, you know what I want."
In the back of his mind, Harry remembered that the girl he was inside of
who looked like Cho was in fact Ginny, and his wand stiffened even further
(if possible) at realizing that he was simultaneously making love to two
of his favourite girls.
Cho-Ginny spread Hermione's lips with her fingers, and she knowingly began
to methodically stimulate Hermione's clitoris as she thrust an educated finger
up her vagina. Harry could see that it was a real turn-on for Hermione to
have the younger girl nibbling on her pink pearl.
Hermione's demeanor of reserve suddenly broke loose of its moorings, and
she threw her head back with wild uncontrolled yelps of pleasure that gleefully
filled the air, creating a quartet of ecstatic cries as each of them burrowed
deeper and deeper into the secret pleasures of their respective naughtiness.
Harry felt the fires burning both in front of and from behind his pelvis,
Myrtle solidly inside of him, he fiercely inside of Cho, whose juices he
still tasted in his mouth, whose tongue connected with Hermione between her
wide knees facing him.
Hermione opened her eyes, still moaning. Her cute little face and bouncing
long curls filled Harry with desire. She leaned forward. "Kiss me, Harry,"
she whispered softly, opening her mouth in front of his.
Her tongue eagerly met his lips, and she shivered with desire, as they gently,
then fiercely, then gently again explored each others loving kisses, as he
felt her taste Cho's juices on his tongue and lips, as he burned inside of
Cho, and Cho-Ginny's tongue explored fiercely Hermione's vagina, and Myrtle
probed lovingly behind him.
Subtly, the rhythm altered, came from the steep climb to the tiny plateau,
then jumping off to soar on wings of glory into the valley below...
First Hermione convulsed in front of him, and seeing her orgasm tipped the
scales for Harry, who felt the cool jets of blissful drops of release shooting
into Cho. Ginny-Cho, caught between the two orgasms of her closest friends,
froze uncontrollably as the contractions lovingly squeezed Harry's magic
wand inside of her. "Unh! Unh!" shouted Myrtle, who had been having little
orgasms all along, thrusting with perfect synchronization, as the dance slowed
and gradually subsided as they collapsed together into an intimately fondling
heap.
"I wonder if that broke the spell," wondered Harry.
They all listened. Complete silence. Harry wondered how he would explain
his presence in the girl's dorm, especially since he had forgotten his invisibility
cloak.
Hermione groaned. "I knew it. I came a little bit early. It has to be exactly
simultaneous for the spell to be broken. Come on now, we have to try it again..."
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