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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. To her good fortune, Ron’s stamina quickly ebbed away and his groans of release were soon to follow.

‘I can’t last any longer, Hermione! UNGHHHH YEAH!’ he shouted, waking up the other three boys in the room as well as Ginny, who was shocked to see both her brother and Harry reaming their cocks into her friend. She watched as Ron’s face went from stressed to relaxed as he deposited a healthy sized load of hot sticky cum into Hermione unprotected womb. Ron sighed one last time before pulling out of Hermione, sliding out from under her and sitting on Harry’s bed to watch Hermione’s ass get pummeled. While he waited and watched, Ginny took initiative to clean off her brother’s cum-covered cock.

‘Come on boys… Everyone can have a ride today!’ Ginny called out to Dean, Seamus and Neville as they rubbed the sleep from their eyes. They nearly sprinted over to the horny little redhead and lined up behind the now almost satisfied Ron.

‘God Ginny… do you… Unghhh… ever get tired of being… Ughhh… a whore!’ Harry moaned, as his cock went balls deep into the shrieking Hermione’s ass. Although the pain from having her ass pounded without relent was almost overwhelming, Hermione couldn’t help but enjoy the sensation now coursing through her body.

Before Ginny could answer Harry back with witty retort Hermione screamed out in ecstasy as an orgasm rocked through her and her body shook with pleasure. Harry didn’t want to waste the opportunity and as Hermione’s body convulsed in pleasure, Harry pulled his cock out of her ass and spilled a warm load of sperm all over her sweet teenage cheeks. Exhausted from the ordeal, Hermione rolled off the bed and nearly slipped into unconsciousness. Before she had a chance to however, Hermione’s eyes fell onto the fabled Spellbook of Desires hidden underneath her skirt and panties. Harry, too distracted with what Ginny was now doing with Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville, paid no notice to Hermione as she slipped on her skirt, left her torn thong and slipped out of the room with the Spellbook of Desires clasped underneath her arm.

As Ginny got triple-teamed on Harry’s bed, Hermione made her way up to Professor Moody’s office to find help in solving the powers behind the book and what it was doing to the entire school. Upon reaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Hermione was surprised to see a note pinned to the door.

Students,
I will be out of the classroom until this afternoon due to obligations to the Triwizard Tournament

‘FUCK!’ Hermione said in anger, stamping her foot on the ground before taking a seat just outside the door to wait for Professor Moody to return. She might have to wait for a couple of hours for the crazed DADA teacher, but Hermione knew from experience that if she left to go look for him, she’d either lose the book or get ambushed and have her pussy fucked for hours on end by some stranger. As she sat on the cold floor, she felt the warm load of cum Ron had deposited in her drip out and pool onto the floor underneath her. She knew she’d have to take a pregnancy potion soon, but it would have to wait until she talked to the professor.

While Hermione waited for Professor Moody to return to his classroom, Harry was already on his way down to the Great Hall for breakfast and to apparently meet with his family. The rest of the Triwizard Champions were also meeting their families but because Harry was certain the Dursleys would never come to Hogwarts for him, he had no idea why he was suppose to attend. To his astonishment however, Mrs. Weasley and Bill Weasley were waiting at one of the tables for him. After a very pleasant meal and conversation, the three of them went for a walk around the school and grounds for the better part of the morning until returning back to the Great Hall. Harry had noticed that Fleur Delacour had been making eyes at the very cool Bill for the entire morning meal and when they returned for a midday meal, Harry wasn’t surprised to see her staring at him again. Bill took notice of her interest in him as well and before the lunch meal was over, he had scooted off to the bathroom without anyone noticing him except for Harry. Fleur followed a few minutes later and after Ron and Ginny joined him and Mrs. Weasley at the table, Harry slipped off to the bathroom to see what Fleur and Bill had gotten up to.

‘Fuck me you big boy… OUI!’ screamed out Fleur just as Harry cracked open the door. Sure enough Fleur was bouncing up and down on Bill’s eight inch shaft with a look of pure joy plastered all over her face. Harry thought about crashing the party and possibly joining in on the fun, but before he could open the door any further, he felt a tug on his pants from behind. Expecting to see the always horny Ginny, Harry was astonished to see an even smaller figure on her knees working her fingers over his growing bulge.

Gabrielle Delacour had snuck away from her mother and father in the Great Hall to give Harry a proper thank you for saving her during the Second Task of the tournament.

‘Uhhhhh…’ Harry started, but Gabrielle cut him off rather quickly when her small lips clamped down around the head of his swollen cock. ‘Alright… I guess you kind of owe me… But make it… Ughhh… quick… anyone could walk by…’ Harry continued as Gabrielle didn’t say a word and simply moved her head back and forth over his cock. Harry never did ask how old the petite French girl was; she was probably younger than even Ginny, but Harry didn’t care much at that point, the sensation of her small warm mouth on his shaft was just heaven.

Gabrielle wasn’t very fluent in English and although she wanted to tell Harry that her sister had put her up to it, to help tire out the Hogwarts Champion before the Third Task, she knew she couldn’t. Gabrielle had wanted to give Harry a special thank you anyway for saving her during the Second Task, so the favor her sister asked of her wasn’t so out of line.

‘God I’m gonna cum already’ groaned an exhausted Harry, who was somewhat ashamed of his stamina. Gabrielle had only been sucking his dick for five minutes, but because she had such a small mouth and the fact that they were doing it out in a school hall, Harry was ready to blow his load within minutes. ‘Get ready sweetheart… I’m about to cum on your face!’ Harry groaned, just as he heard both Fleur and Bill groaning and moaning in similar exhaustion and elation. ‘FUCK… Take it you French slut!’ Harry grunted, pulling his cock out of her tight mouth, rubbing it a couple of times and spewing out a few hot streams of his sticky seed all over Gabrielle’s pretty face and silver blonde hair. Gabrielle closed her eyes and took the cum like a real professional, not even trying to dodge the warm seed now splattered all over her face. Harry pulled up his pants before Gabrielle could say a word or wipe her face off and was back in the Great Hall before Fleur and Bill exited the bathroom looking both happy and satisfied.

‘It looks like you had some fun too, Gabrielle’ Fleur said to her sister in heavily accented English as she spotted Gabrielle standing in the middle of the hall covered in cum.

While Harry and the Weasley family enjoyed the rest of the afternoon in and around the Hogwarts grounds, Hermione was still waiting at Professor Moody’s closed door. She had been reading through the Spellbook of Desires for over three hours when she heard a small rumble in the locked classroom. Hermione got to her feet and knocked on the door, feeling a little stupid for not knocking on the door earlier, but the note had said Moody wouldn’t be in until the afternoon and since Hermione had been sitting and waiting at the only entrance to the room, she just assumed Moody would have to walk by her to enter the room. As soon as she knocked, the rumbling inside the room abruptly stopped. Worried that someone had somehow broken into the classroom, or worse, that someone was injured inside, Hermione pulled out her wand.

‘Alohomora!’ Hermione said, pointing her wand at the locked handle of the door. With a click, the door open and just as Hermione started to walk in she heard someone mumble something and before she could react, she was hit by a red light.

A couple of hours later, mere minutes before the start of the final task of the Triwizard Tournament, Hermione awoke with a headache and was startled to find herself in a dark, dingy, cramped room that smelled simply awful. She felt around for her wand and was shocked to discover that she was completely naked without a wand or a light. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she heard something move close by.

‘Arghhh… Who’s that?’ came a tired but oddly familiar voice from not three feet away. When her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, Hermione’s jaw nearly dropped to floor when she saw an emaciated, dirty and disheveled Professor Moody.

‘But… What are you doing down here… Were you attacked?’ Hermione questioned the near comatose Moody.

‘He’s not going to answer you, honey… He can barely breathe’ shouted a voice from far above just after a crack of light could be seen overheard of Hermione’s head. Just above Hermione was standing another Mad-Eye Moody, looking down at her with a look of pure satisfaction. ‘If anyone was going to figure this out, I knew it would be and your fine ass’ he continued still looking pleased with himself.

‘But… Then… It’s been you all along… You took Professor Moody’s identity and used that awful book to manipulate the whole school’ Hermione deduced after realizing that it had been the imposter Moody who had somehow planted the book and made sure it did as much damage to the school and the Triwizard Tournament as possible. But to what end, Hermione thought as Moody started to close the door on her little prison.

‘I’d love to stay and tell you my master plan, but the final phase is about to begin, and I can’t be late’ the imposter Moody chided before slamming Hermione back into darkness and helplessness.

While Hermione sat completely naked in her tiny prison with the real Moody, Harry and three other Triwizard Champions were waiting at the starting circle for the third and final task. Harry saw Moody run up to Dumbledore before making his way into the Maze to help supervise the final task. Moody gave Harry a clap on the back before accidentally bumping into the scantily clad Fleur Delacour and hobbling into the overgrown maze.

The final task began with Harry and Cedric running into the maze the first, followed by Krum and Fleur shortly after. For Harry, the maze was fairly easy, and except for a few slightly difficult tasks, he had little trouble navigating the maze with the spells and tricks he had stolen from the other champions. Before he could find the center of the maze and ultimate glory, he heard Fleur screaming. Always, the hero, Harry ran towards the noise and came upon a very curious sight. Fleur was sandwiched between two clearly bewitched partners. Victor was on his back pummeling his cock up into her tight teenage twat. Cedric was on her back, slamming his cock into her even tighter ass, looking every bit as bewitched as Krum. Although Harry knew he should be turned on by the sight and probably join in on it, for some strange reason, he knew he should just keep going and leave the three sexual deviants to their fun. It wasn’t Harry’s reasoning that had saved him from joining in on the fun; normally he would have jumped at the chance without thinking about the consequences, but the imposter Moody had made Harry immune to the part Veela’s sexual powers. Moody had made sure Fleur’s usual erotic addictiveness was amplified, after casting a simple spell from the Spellbook of Desires on her when he had bumped into her in order to make her irresistible to the other two Triwizard Champions. The imposter Moody had one mission; make sure Harry Potter got to the Triwizard Cup first.

‘I’m gonna fucking win!’ Harry shouted to himself, now sure that the other three competitors had no chance in catching him.

‘Unghhh… Not if I have anything to do with it’ Cedric moaned, spurting his seed into Fleur’s tight teen ass and running after Harry moments later. Harry and Cedric reached the cup at the same time, touching it together and almost without realizing it; they were transported to an old dark cemetery.

‘What the fuck is this?’ Cedric asked Harry after dropping the Triwizard Cup and looking around.

‘Avada Kedavra!’ shouted a familiar voice, hitting Cedric with a burst of green light and killing him instantly. Harry looked back to see who had cast the spell, but before he could raise his wand and curse whoever had just killed Cedric, he was knocked backwards into a statue where his wand was knocked from his hand and both his arms and legs were bound.

Lord Voldemort had returned and had trapped Harry with no way of escaping.

Harry was shocked to find out that Wormtail had returned to Voldemort’s aid and after he performed some spells and rituals, Voldemort once again took human form.

‘So Harry, I see you fell right into my trap’ Voldemort said with a smirk on his face as he pressed the tattoo on Wormtail’s arm and a group of Death Eaters appeared almost instantly in a circle around him.

‘Trap?’ Harry replied, trying to keep him talking in order to buy time.

‘Yes… My trap… The one I laid out for you starting at the Quidditch World Cup’ Voldemort continued, putting on a good show for his Death Eaters. ‘That stupid looking colorful salesman you met on that day at the Quidditch World Cup was none other than my faithful servant Wormtail, disguised for your benefit. That book he so graciously sold you; the one which you brought to Hogwarts and used repeatedly to gratify your own sexual yearning, was a very powerful book my ancestor created. A book which is imbued with such a powerful curse, it affects all those around with such a powerful spell that reality itself is altered’

Harry listened aptly as Voldemort recounted his master plan with a vicious glee in his eye.

‘This book’ Voldemort continued, snapping his fingers; instantly transporting the Spellbook of Desires from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom at Hogwarts to his hand. ‘… is uniquely tied to my soul, giving me a special power over it. You see… I, unlike you, am completely immune to its psychological effects’

‘Psychological?’ Harry replied, confused.

‘Yes… Psychological… You see… All those little dirty adventures you and your friends got up to this year… All the pregnancies, money and unbridled sexual fantasies come to fruition… It was all a fantasy… a delusion if you will. Everyone single person in or around Hogwarts has experienced a different delusion, one which was tailored to their deepest darkest desires. You see Harry, once I nullify the power of this book, everyone who has experienced one of these delusions, will forget it ever happened’ Voldemort recited, strolling around his circle of Death Eaters for grand effect.

‘But… But… What are you saying… that nothing that happened this year was real…? What was the point of planting that book then?’ Harry replied, looking even more confused.

‘Oh… When the book’s power over Hogwarts ends, what really happened this year will be all that you and the rest of you weak-minded fools will know to be true. The Spellbook of Desires was never meant to cause any real harm, it was only meant to confuse and misdirect everyone’s attention, just long enough to allow me and my spy at Hogwarts to complete my master plan and to be reborn once again as Lord Voldemort!’ he exclaimed, raising his wand at Harry to let him free and force him to duel.

After a spirited and quite unbelievable battle, Harry escaped the graveyard with the Triwizard Cup and Cedric Diggory’s body. Voldemort, infuriated by being unable to kill Harry once again, used a special spell to nullify the Spellbook of Desires and to make sure no one would ever know of its existence and the havoc it had played on Hogwarts and the rest of the magical world.

Harry arrived back at the school, bloodied and almost unconscious with both physical and emotional pain. All he knew was that he had to tell Dumbledore about the power of the Spellbook of Desires and how Voldemort had used it to help him return to full power. As Dumbledore and a dozen other adults ran to his aid, the world seemed to go dark for a few moments and all his memories of the entire year of fucking and sleeping around dissolved without Harry ever knowing it. The power of the book was canceled out within seconds for every single person at Hogwarts, making it as if nothing really out of the normal ever happened, as if Harry had gone through the entire year without any knowledge of the Spellbook of Desires or the events that had transpired since buying it.

After Harry tried to explain the situation to Dumbledore, the imposter Moody whisked him away to his classroom where he had many questions for him. Unlike the rest of the school, the imposter Moody had been taking a special potion with his daily dose of Polyjuice potion; a potion which had been created by his master to help counteract the effects the Spellbook of Desires had been having on the rest of the school. Now that the Spellbook of Desires was in the safety of his master’s capable hands, Moody no longer had to worry about its effects. He questioned Harry about Voldemort’s return and just as Harry figured out that it had Moody all along who had been helping the Dark Lord, Dumbledore and Snape busted into the room and subdued the imposter. After receiving a rather large dose of Verasaterum from Snape and changing back into his original form, Bartemus Crouch Jr., the professors found a fully clothed Hermione and the real Moody were found locked in Moody’s own trunk. Hermione had gone to Moody that afternoon to ask him about the strange things that had happened that year after Moody concluded that she had learned too much, he trapped her in the same prison he had been holding the real Moody in all year. Dumbledore and Snape questioned him further, finding out that Voldemort had planted a special book called the Spellbook of Desires at Hogwarts and had used it to help in his plan to kidnap Harry Potter and regain his true power.

‘The Spellbook of Desires…?’ Harry replied to Crouch’s odd answers. ‘What’s that?’

‘We’ll find out soon enough Harry, but first you need to go down and see Madam Pomfrey’ Dumbledore replied, guiding Harry towards the hall and down to the hospital wing. Before anything more could be learned about the Spellbook of Desires however, the Minister of Magic bustled into the room with two Dementors behind him, who immediately performed the Dementor’s Kiss on Bartemus Crouch, sucking his soul away and any chance at ever learning anymore about the Spellbook of Desires.

…

Back in the abandoned graveyard, Voldemort laid out his plans for his glorious rise to power. His loyal Death Eaters listened to every one of his words and prepared to carry out his every order, every command, even if it led to their deaths.

‘The plan has worked master!’ Wormtail praised his Voldemort, bowing at his feet. ‘You have returned!’

‘That was only the first phase, Wormtail… My true plan has only just begun!’