Chapter 1 - Chapter One

Shouldering his way into the newly remodelled Three Broomsticks, a mildly irritated Harry Potter idly noted that it really had changed. Which was kind of surprising considering the fact that after the war and defeat of Voldemort, not much else could say the same. His fame grew, he graduated Hogwarts, he joined the Aurors and life just … carried on.
  
“Ugh, it’s bloody packed. How the hell are we supposed to even FIND her?”
 
Of course, not everything stayed the same.
 
Harry had to remind himself that he was running on very little sleep and had just come off a long, tiring shift at work. Ginny didn’t deserve his anger… Well, the fact that said woman was partially responsible for his lack of sleep whispered around in the back of his head, but the experience left him able to ignore them with ease as he counted down from ten to try and quell his building temper.
 
It didn’t work.
 
“Maybe it would help if you told me who we’re looking for? Or why we’re even here?” He stressed as they pressed on deeper into the cacophony of shouts and inebriated revelry.
 
Her behaviour certainly wasn't going a long way to helping his mood, either. Clad in a pair of skin-tight blue jeans and a comfy red sweater, Harry whispered a quick prayer of thanks for the fact that they’d arrived so late into the night when everyone was too drunk to recognise them. He was hard to miss on most days, but life after Hogwarts had been extra kind to the only Weasley daughter. Curves that could have only come from her mother now shaped her frame, taking the petite redhead and turning her into an hourglass-shaped tiger honed to perfection by the hours upon hours she spent playing professional Quidditch. They’d only been dating for a year before Harry had decided to bite the bullet and ask her to marry him, and for the most part? Things were amazing… except for in the bedroom.
 
Because Ginny wasn’t the only person who’d grown. While she’d been busy becoming the hot, stacked piece of ass she was today, he’d been growing out of all remnants of his treatment at the hands of the Durselys. Ginny’s tits got bigger and he got taller, the life of an Auror packing him with enough muscle to out-wrestle a Centaur. But with this pleasant increase in size came a pretty severe drawback.
 
She couldn’t keep up.
 
Nothing got him going like those plump, pale tits or that toned ass clapping against his hips as he wrapped her fire-red hair around his fist and rode her into a creamy, squealing mess. Unfortunately though, he was insatiable. One violent, flesh-bruising romp was all she was good for before her limbs gave out and she collapsed from the sensation of his beer-can-thick cock rampaging around in her guts, its fat tip bulging visibly beneath her lower stomach as every pump drove her closer to the brink before she passed out in a limp pile of sweaty, trembling limbs.
 
The worst part was she didn’t know. Since she always fell asleep before him, she never saw the frustration or the angrily throbbing head of his prick as he reluctantly pulled out of her shivering body and found himself forced to violently fist his cock until his release came pouring out to splatter all over her firm and perky rear.
 
It was the reason he hadn’t been able to get to sleep that night or most other nights. Again he was left desperately pumping away at her small, compact body, except that with every case of aching blue balls his patience got thinner and masturbation just couldn’t cut it anymore. He’d woken up grumpy, and then had to spend the rest of his day at work partnered up with the mother of all broodmares, Susan Bones, who he could swear was swinging those big fat boulders she called tits into his face at every opportunity, like she WANTED him to snap and mating press her right there in the middle of the office!
 
“Not now, Harry. Come on, come on. I know you’re here you slimy, man stealing, cow arsed- THERE!”
 
He flinched at her shout, glancing around tensely and sighing with relief when he realised that no one was paying attention before following his fiancee's direction and staring off into the very depths of the bar. There indeed sat a woman Harry hadn’t thought of in a very long time, all alone in her booth with three frothing butter beers plopped onto the table in front of her.
 
She looked impatient, something he could easily relate to as Ginny grabbed his arm and started dragging him bodily through the crowd, shoving stumbling patrons out of her way with ease before he realised that they really were heading where he thought and started to drag his feet.
 
“Ginny!” He hissed as they slammed to a halt, her bewildered eyes looking at him loosed a harsh breath.
 
“Ginny, is that Cho Chang?”
 
She gave him that look, the one which usually let him know he was being an idiot, but Harry refused to relent as he chose to rephrase his question.
 
“Let’s try again. Why are we here to meet Cho Chang?”
 
He knew something was up, he could feel it, and the false look of innocence she plastered across her pale face was an old trick of hers for making him give in and let it go. But he wouldn’t. He was tired, horny and all he wanted to do was go home and cum even if he had to fuck her into an unconscious ragdoll.
 
“Ginny…” He growled.
 
The facade shattered at his tone and Harry watched her sag in surrender, biting her lip nervously as she shifted uneasily from one foot to the other before finally deciding to just give in and tell him the truth.
 
“Alright, look, I’ll tell you but you have to promise not to be mad! Okay?” She hit him with those big pretty doe eyes of hers and winced when he didn’t show even the smallest sign of give. “I… made a bet?”
 
The words hung in the air and Harry knew his temper must have started showing because Ginny moved like lightning as she scrambled to explain, waving her arms and smiling pleadingly as he stood there immovable.
 
“It’s fine! It’s fine, I promise, it’s nothing… It's nothing bad. It’s just that, well, right before our game against the Tutshill Tornados she came up to me and started talking all this crap. So you know me, I got mad, and we got to arguing about how I could outfly her any day of the week and I was RIGHT! But…we made a bet that… that whoever won the game…” She trailed off as Harry’s eyes widened.
 
“You didn’t bet on who would catch the snitch.” He breathed. “You bet on who won the game.”
 
It had been a spectacular match, even though Harry hadn’t been there to watch it in person. Too busy working on a missing persons case so he could only listen to it through the wireless while Susan did her best to keep him distracted with an ever-increasing number of shirt buttons being undone thanks to the ‘heat’. Unfortunately for the Harpies though, their beaters hadn’t been enough to stop the Tornados from building a lead big enough to render Ginny catching the snitch irrelevant.
 
“Wait… what does this have to do with me? What did you do?”
 
His stomach sank as her expression grew even more nervous, and the next words out of her mouth brought his anger to a boil.
 
“I uhhh… said… she could have…you?” She squeaked.
 
Harry… saw red.
 
“It’s just one night!” Ginny explained, trying to calm him down and failing as her words came out more and more harried. “Just one night, and all you have to do is… is fuck her. It’ll be easy too, nothing dramatic or, or romantic. Just a quick fuck and dump and we’ll be home before midnight! Smug Asian bitch won’t know what hit her…”
 
If there was any doubt that Ginny was related to Fred and George it would have been wiped away right there, the mumbled words slipping out amongst a mischievous, almost feral grin as Harry felt his eye twitch. He prepared himself to tell her no, that there was no way he was going to be bargained off like some piece of meat. But of course, that was the moment that Cho managed to spot them.
 
“Yoohoo, you two! Over here!”
 
The crowd around them paid no attention, which was a miracle in itself because the moment Cho clambered to her feet and waved them over was the moment Harry’s jaw dropped.
 
Admittedly, it had been a few years since he saw Cho. But he didn’t think it had been that long. The girl that caught Ginny’s eye and got her moving while he robotically trailed behind wasn’t the same lithe, athletic Ravenclaw he’d harboured a crush on all those years ago. 
 
“I’m so glad you decided to come!” She greeted them, exchanging words with his fiancee that seemed polite on the surface but were undoubtedly rather catty if Ginny’s stiff expression was anything to go by. After they finished though, she turned her attention to him.
 
“Hello Harry~”
 
He didn’t have any time to prepare as his old schoolmate pushed past his fiancee and threw her arms around him.
 
“It’s so good to see you…”
 
If his mouth wasn’t so dry, Harry would have said the same.
 
Apparently, vanquishing your arch-enemy and blasting a shard of his rotten soul from your skull does wonders for one's health, because as soon as Voldemort bit the dust Harry thrived. Shooting up to a towering six foot two was nothing short of a miracle for someone who’d spent almost the entirety of his life being the shortest, scrawniest person in the room, leaving him in the novel position of being taller than almost everyone he’d ever known. This was including his beautiful, petite fiancee, whose head barely reached his chin at a reasonable five foot six.
 
Though now he saw he wasn’t the only one who’d gone through a growth spurt, because as his mind briefly blanked and his arms began moving on autopilot, Harry felt the unique sensation of some incredibly soft, midnight black hair caressing his cheek. By the time he’d come back to reality he realised that he’d been holding onto Cho a little too long, not that the near amazonian seeker seemed to mind as she let loose that familiar, tinkling giggle he remembered from their time in Hogwarts. The arousing touch of warm, excited breath coasting over his ear sent a shiver down Harry’s spine and before he knew it his hands had begun to wander, fingers gently but insistently pressing into the firm muscles of her back and rubbing as a tension he hadn’t even seen her carrying just seemed to melt away, her hold on him relaxing as she leaned almost entirely into his body and just about seemed to purr under his ministrations.
 
“Umm… Harry? Okay, I think that’s enough!”
 
It was when his hands settled on her hips and twitched as if they were about to slide lower that a now far more startled Ginny forced her way between them and bodily shoved him and Cho apart. It was almost funny how even with all her strength neither of them even seemed to budge, the taller woman almost graciously taking a single step back and shooting the redhead a smug grin as he just about remembered how to breathe and brought his eyes down to the spectacle in front of him.
 
Harry knew it was wrong, but with Ginny standing there all puffed up and angry next to a cool, confident Cho Chang, he just couldn’t help comparing them and finding the redhead just a little bit… small.
 
Because while she looked dressed up for a comfy night of casual drinking and catching up, Cho looked like straight-up, balls-to-the-wall sex. Like a model let loose off the runway, she stood there with one hand on her hip clothed in a high-end designer blouse while skin-tight black yoga pants desperately clung to her curves, looking practically painted on and at the verge of ripping as they fought to contain an arse so fat Harry’s fingers itched to check if it was even real.
 
“Aww, what’s the matter little Weasley? If a little closeness between old friends is making you this uncomfortable, then I’m REALLY worried about how you’re going to handle the rest of tonight.”
 
It was kind of funny watching Ginny square up as Cho leaned down to get in her face, even more amusing how his fiancee tried so desperately to appear intimidating in the face of a woman whose thick thighs looked like they could crush her skull like a little red grape.
 
“I’m not the one who’s gonna have trouble ‘handling’ ANYTHING!” Ginny bit back sourly, sneering in the face of Cho’s unimpressed look.
 
“We’ll see about that.” The Chinese witch allowed, right before turning her full attention back to Harry and beaming his way. “I’m sure Harry will be the perfect gentleman.”
 
It was hard to keep a straight face in the face of such hunger and Harry slowly found his irritation, his anger feeding into the warmth in his chest. Thoughts of those watching, whether they were his fiancee or just any part of the public, drifted away as he grinned back with just a little too many teeth.
 
“I wouldn’t be too sure of that.”
 
If the way her smile stretched was anything to go by Cho approved of that answer, chuckling richly as she moved around Ginny and put a little extra swing in those wide hips on her way towards him, stepping toe to toe with his bulk and stroking a small circle into his chest with her finger.
 
“Trust me, Harry.” He throbbed as her voice turned husky and she rose onto her toes to whisper in his ear. “I’ve never been more sure in my life.”
 
Her teeth closed on his earlobe and that was the cue for his hands to land on her waist, feeling the thickly toned muscles of a professional athlete flex beneath his fingertips as her finger slid all the way down from his ripped chest to his belt and pulled back, right before she cupped the firm bulge of his crotch and throatily hummed beneath her breath.
 
“Now that’s promising.” She grinned.
 
Ginny stood to the side with a slowly sinking feeling in her stomach as Cho turned to look at her over one shoulder and smirked, swaying her hips coyly in Harry's big hands.
 
“I went ahead and bought us some drinks, but I don’t think we’re going to be needing them. Be a dear and go grab the key from Madam Rosmerta for us, would you? Number 37.”
 
Neither of them waited for her agreement as Cho tucked herself up under Harry’s arm and lead the way towards the stairs, leaving a blushing Ginny in the dust as she watched the far thicker seeker take a hold of the hand on her hip and drag it down, forcing her fat arse into Harry’s palm while he more than willingly began to knead it like dough.
 
It was humiliating, but Ginny did as she was told. The sooner she got them the key the sooner they could head somewhere more private before anyone realised who they were. The scandal would be immense, and the reality of what was about to happen only just came crashing down on her as she wandered up to the bar and caught Rosmerta’s attention.
 
“Ginny!” 
 
A weak smile made its way onto her face at the older woman's cheery greeting. 
 
“How are you, dear? Terribly unlucky that business with the Tornados, but I’m sure you girls will bounce back! I’d put my tips on it.”
 
The saucy wink she got was almost enough for Ginny to forget how heavy her tongue felt, but the words still came out in more of a mumble as she leaned across the bar.
 
“Hi, Rosy. Umm, I think you’ve got a… a key, for me? Number 37?”
 
A brief look of confusion flashed across the owner's face as she instinctively reached beneath the bar for the right key, smiling in a puzzled sort of way as Ginny refused to meet her eyes and impatiently held out her hand.
 
“I certainly have a key, but I’m afraid that it’s already been reserved by miss-... oh. Ohhhhh!”
 
Ginny felt that sinking feeling again as she followed Madam Rosmerta’s shocked eyes over towards the staircase, almost afraid of what she’d find. Clearly, she was right to be, because the sight that greeted her was of her great big hunk of a fiance taking that stupid Asian bint by the arse and crushing her to his chest, his fingers digging between those pliant cheeks like he was searching for gold while said woman eagerly rubbed herself all over him.
 
Mortification filled her chest as she felt Rosmerta’s eyes flick over toward her and without a word she snatched the key, unwilling to even contemplate what the older woman was thinking as she hurried over to the grinding pair and fearfully shoved her way into their space.
 
“Don’t you have any sense of propriety, you damn hussy?” She hissed, ignoring Cho’s annoyed huff who unhappily pulled her face out of Harry’s now thoroughly marked throat.
 
“Oh don’t be such a prude, Weasley.” Cho rolled her eyes, licking her lips at the cologne tickling her nose. “Did you get the key?”
 
“Yes I got the key! And you didn’t think to tell me it was under your name?” She growled.
 
“Oh, was it?” Cho blinked, clearly taking the piss before pouting mockingly in the face of Ginny’s glare. “Must have slipped my mind, your boyfriend has some really magic hands.”
 
“He’s not my boyfriend, he’s my-!”
 
“Come on Harry!” Cho cut her off, leaving Ginny to gape as she took the man's hand and began tugging him up the stairs. “We should stop wasting time and get to our room. I made sure to reserve one of the nice ones.”
 
Outraged, Ginny stood frozen at the foot of the stairs as they ran ahead, her face burning bright red before she caught Madam Rosmerta still staring. Ducking down to avoid the disbelieving look she hurried after them, struggling not to trip as she kept her eyes glued to the steps beneath her feet while those accusing eyes continued burning themselves into the back of her skull, the paranoid thought that now that she knew, everyone knew making its way into her mind before she managed to furiously shake it away
 
By the time she made it to the top of the stairs, Harry and Cho were nowhere in sight. A quick glance to the left telling her that she wasn’t even in the right corridor, while an indescribable nervousness pushed her to pick up the pace as the room numbers flashed past her eyes. 
 
Finally reaching the late twenties she slowed down, recognising the corner ahead as the last one before coming up to the room. Briefly, as Ginny ground to a halt with her heart pounding, she considered calling the whole thing off. It would be humiliating being known as someone who would welch on a bet and possibly deadly for her career if Cho decided to blab, but even the simple memory of them back in the bar was enough to make her hands clam up with sweat. Harry would listen, he might be annoyed but he’d never do anything to hurt her, and if she asked him not to go through with it he wouldn’t.
 
Unfortunately, she never got the chance.
 
“Mmm, there you go big boy! AH! Harry~”
 
The colour drained from Ginny’s face as she heard that breathy, delighted moan and she practically stumbled as she rounded the corner. There, the first thing that greeted her was room number 37, the door still locked as Harry took Cho by the hips and slammed her up against the wood hard enough to make it rattle. Their hands were everywhere, groping and fondling like the world would end at any moment as Cho looped her arms around his neck while he gripped the outside of her thigh, squeezing the firm muscle and dragging it up so her leg would wrap around his waist as their lips crashed together and they groaned.
 
Cho caught Ginny out of the corner of her vision and glee sparkled in her eyes. Without missing a beat she reached up to run her fingers through the untamable shock of black hair at the back of his head, clutching at it encouragingly as he grunted and pushed his hips forward to ground against her mound through their clothes. Already the passion was hanging thick and heavy in the air, only spurred on as Cho visibly forced her tongue into his mouth to let him taste her juices before pulling out and allowing their combined slobber to dribble down her chin, the thick droplets leaking onto her blouse and staining the expensive material as she excitedly dragged Harry’s lips to her neck and tipped her head back so he could suck and lick to his heart's content.
 
What really made her moan though was when she looked to her left once more and found her redheaded rival standing there stunned. It was obvious she’d never seen her fiance like this, his broad shoulders hunched forward and flexing with power as he devoured Cho’s soft throat while she stood there practically humping him out of desperation. There wasn’t a single doubt in her mind that he could feel the heat pouring off of her crotch like her pussy was a radiator, and it only got hotter as he latched onto her neck and sucked while she turned and gestured to Ginny.
 

“Well? Mmm!” She moaned. “What are you waiting for? Come over here and get the damn DOOR!”
 
The sudden shout knocked Ginny from her daze and without a word of protest she hurried to do as she was told, face flushed and her breathing unsteady as she pressed close enough to hear the panting couple's clothing rub together. The key in her hand felt heavy, or maybe it was just her arms as she suddenly compared Cho’s biceps to her own and felt weak. It got worse as she looked over and saw Harry pulling away, his eyes only for the woman pinned beneath him as he left a thick purple bruise where anyone could see and suddenly threw her around to slam face first into the door as Ginny squealed in shock!
 
Cho seemed to love it though, her eyes rolling back and her tongue lolling out to rest against the dusty wood as Ginny stared wide-eyed at the way she arched her back and shoved her thick ass back into his crotch, the cheeks undulating beneath her yoga pants as she shook them on his cock while pressing both palms flat to the door and bouncing her body back against him.
 
“Oh my God.” She mumbled under her breath. “He’s fucking huge!”
 
No matter how shocked her tone was, Ginny could still see the way her wide open mouth curved into an excited smile, body shuddering in anticipation as she made sure to catch the other seeker's eye and hold it while rolling her ass all over his cock, hips dipping from side to side as she twerked in his lap.
 
“You’re one to talk.” Harry rumbled into her ear.
 
Ginny almost dropped the keys as she heard just how guttural his voice had become, hands shaking so badly she almost couldn’t fit it in the lock as she listened to Cho moan before squealing at the sound of an almighty ‘CRACK’.
 
The key slid home with a wicked ‘thunk’ as Ginny turned just in time to watch Harry wind back for another thunderous slap against Cho’s arse, his teeth bared as she watched the Chinese witch gasp and jerk at the thick waves of force that rampaged through her gelatinous rear, her back somehow bending further to force more of herself into his hands as he continued raining down smack after teeth gritting smack.
 
The lock turned and the two of them went tumbling through, kicking their shoes to the side and leaving Ginny to scamper inside after them while shutting the door with an exhausted sigh of relief at finally being somewhere private. That relief only lasted until she looked up to find her fiance once more tongue deep in her rival's throat though, his rough hands hooking themselves into the collar of Cho’s blouse before with a furious flex he tore the garment to shreds, clearly approving of her lack of bra as he zeroed in on the wildly jiggling peach-tipped tits beneath and weighed them in his palms before squeezing hard enough to make Cho hiss.
 
“I thought Asian girls were supposed to be petite, delicate?” Harry moaned, grinning wickedly as he twisted her thick, throbbing nipples and used them to lift Cho up onto her toes. 
 
“Well, nngh, I’m not just any Asian!” She skipped defending her chest and instead drove both hands towards his belt. “I’m Chi~NESE!”
 
His belt came flying apart and Harry groaned as she drove her hands into his trousers and took a firm grip on his shaft, pumping it eagerly as she whimpered at the way it stretched apart her palms before looking at him challengingly and shoving her tits into his face.
 
“And there’s a reason everything good says ‘made in China!’”
 
Something he looked more than willing to put to the test, shucking his clothes and tearing off the remaining scraps of Cho’s blouse before reaching around her backside and digging his fingers into the seam running down the crack of her arse, grinning in the face of her predatory excitement before yanking his hands apart and ripping her yoga pants right down the middle, tearing from the top of her deep, fluffy bum crack all the way around to the top of her wet, puffy slit and leaving the inside halves of her doughy cheeks bare while the remaining stretchy black fabric strained to cover up the rest.
 
Ginny’s back slumped against the door as she slid towards the floor and whimpered at the sight of Cho laughing in delight while Harry stood there naked, looking like a Greek God of old, before grabbing onto her waist and lifting the squealing seeker into the air, spinning her around so that her thick thighs could wrap around his head like a face mask while he took a single, deep breath and plunged his face into her mound.
 
“Holy fucking MERLIN!” Cho screamed.
 
Her legs tensed, rhythmically flexing to the rhythm set by Harry’s strong, thick tongue as it wormed its way in between her dripping pussy lips and delved deep into the tunnel of her quim, his hands clamping onto her inner cheeks and massaging the robust flesh as she groaned and rolled her hips against his lips, grinding her clit all over his chin as he loudly licked and slurped at her pouring juices.
 
“That’s it baby, eat that pussy!” She ordered, silky black hair falling around her face as she stared down at the tip of his veiny, one-eyed serpent with nothing short of admiration. “You better enjoy it too, because by the end of the night I fully expect it to taste like nothing but your hunky, western dick!”
 
Judging by the sounds of her moans he agreed, ass meat bulging between his fingers as he toyed and slapped at her bum before groaning as Cho wrapped her hands once more around his cock, swiftly starting to jerk it and gasping as she opened her lips wide and left her tongue to hang down.
 
Ginny watched with wide eyes and her thighs rubbing together as a literal stream of drool trailed off of that vibrant pink muscle and coated her fiance's cock in a nice, slick drizzle, the lubricant turning Cho’s stroking into a slippery mess before she stretched her jaw almost inhumanly wide and swallowed the head in one crude gulp.
 
At almost a wrist thick it filled her mouth from roof to floor, rubbing over her teeth and prying her jaws apart with near-crushing force as Cho determinedly gargled and started to bob her head. With every inch she managed to fit into the sloppy caverns of her mouth Harry's excitement seemed to build, the initial shock of feeling her heavenly heat envelop his glans disappearing as he smacked her palm-printed arse encouragingly while her pillowy thighs squeezed his face.
 
A particularly harsh lick seemed to be her undoing though as Cho choked and began to spasm, her eyes fluttering as she paused her sucking and instead wildly began to shake her hips until with a wet and muffled scream she exploded all over Harry’s face. Drool poured from the corners of her mouth as he took three big steps towards the nicely made bed in the centre of the room and dragged her off of his cock, gritting his teeth at the way her tongue coiled around his girth before he finally managed to dislodge and drop the creamy witch onto the bed.
 
Much to his pleased surprise though she was quick to gather herself, lust-glazed eyes quickly reorienting themselves to stare up at him submissively as she pushed down her ruined yoga pants and crawled up onto her hands and knees. Wordlessly she pushed forward to rub her face against his cock, mewling in pleasure as the hot, sticky meat of his dick left a glistening sheen across her eyes and nose, right before Harry wrapped his hands through her hair and dragged her mouth back down the tip.
 
“Fuuuuck, Cho! Is this what they teach you in those fancy, shmancy temples of yours? How to suck cock like a fucking pro?!” He moaned, thrusting gently as she “Glorked.” around him before pulling off to run her tongue all the way from root to tip.
 
“Am I, schlurp, better than Ginny?” She teased.
 
“Ginny doesn’t suck dick.” He murmured, lost in the touch of her velvet lips as said woman watched on in shock. “She says it won’t fit.”
 
A pause.
 
“Oh really?”
 
With his head thrown back Harry missed the smug, superior look Cho sent his fiancee, her tongue lapping around the flared edge of his helmet before she seemed to slow and pay extra attention to Ginny’s reddened features.
 
Thick blush, open mouth, lightly panting and her legs still squirming.
 
Whatever Cho was looking for she seemed to find as her cheek stretched in a wild, villainous grin, right before she turned her attention back to Harry and grabbed onto his hips.
 
He moved with very little coercion, stepping lightly to the side so that his back was facing the door as Cho laid a big, wet smooch on the tip of his cock and rolled herself over onto her back. Gathering her hair in her hands she posed like a superstar, pulling it up and letting it go spilling over the side of the bed in a midnight black river before laying back with her head dangling over the side.
 
“Well, I’m not Ginny.”
 
Harry stared, eyes carnivorous as Cho licked her lips and opened her mouth wide. She kept her hands stuck to the bed, making the invitation clear as her tongue rolled out over her chin and made the way clear for him to plant his cock at the opening of her mouth and push. Inch by inch he watched it disappear, first into her mouth and then into her throat as she took his size without flinching, breathing in through her nose as he pushed until his girth started to bulge from the inside of her neck before finally bottoming out with his balls pressed to her forehead.
 
The first thought that came to mind was of a warm, velvety bath, wrapping itself up tight around his shaft while her tongue roamed from side to side like a pair of windscreen wipers across the top of his dick. Her hands came up to cup those perky peach-coloured tits and Harry didn’t need much encouragement to reach out for them himself, the teasing way she circled her nipples making him jump inside her throat as her marshmallows orbs filled his palms to the brim, wobbling beneath his fingers as he moaned and helplessly started to thrust.
 
He started slow, afraid to hurt her but Cho wasn’t having it. She was here to make sure he got the message that she was superior, to prove that she could take him better than that prissy little white bitch. So while he was content to continue playing with her tits, Cho planted her feet flat on the bed and thrust her still dripping, glistening pussy up high into the air! It caught his eye and she acted, reaching for his right hand and dragging it away from her breast to start caressing down her belly, making the defined muscles of her abs twitch on its journey towards that special place between her thighs which drenched itself at his approach. His fingers pinched her nipple hard and Cho groaned as he slid two digits deep into her honey pot, juices spilling out around him as she gripped down tightly and swallowed.
 
“Gluuuuurk~”
 
“Ohhhhh fuck!” Harry hissed as her throat muscles began to rapidly tense and release, massaging his cock as he tensed his thighs and drew back. “You want it that badly, huh? You needy slut!”
 
“HLUUUUURK! Gluck-gluck-gluck!”
 
Cho didn’t whine, she moaned, wordlessly begging for him to go faster as Harry grit his teeth and pumped. He made sure to pull almost out as she gargled and let the drool spill from her lips, trailing up her face and into her hair as she lay there obediently on her back and relaxed her muscles for him to ram his girth back down until it was almost breaching her stomach. With every push he lost some hesitation until finally, he moved with a fury born of too many nights going to bed unsatisfied, grunting like a bull as she pushed him to go harder, to go faster, continuously swallowing and doing her best to milk his cock of every ounce of pleasure she could while he gripped her pussy like a bowling-ball and used her quickly reddening tit as the perfect, squishy handhold to throat fuck her into submission!
 
Still sitting by the door, Ginny thought that they’d forgotten her. A blessing and a curse in equal proportions as she bit her lip and sat there stewing in her humiliation while her muscular stud of a fiance squared his feet and brutalised his newest Asian whores face hole. Meanwhile, with her chest heaving and her skin on fire, the youngest Weasley couldn’t hold off any longer and began to unbutton her jeans.
 
Frantically tugging them down, she quickly threw them to the side and whimpered in relief as she spread her legs wide and found liquid arousal absolutely coating her inner thighs. Her formerly white panties were ruined, soaked through and destined for the wash as she pulled those off too and balled them up to toss into the corner. It was just as she’d leaned her head back and brought her small hands to the apex of her thighs however that something caught her eye.
 
Right there beneath Harry’s toned, muscular ass where those big, fat, wrinkly nuts were loudly clapping against another woman's forehead? Cho’s hands moved. With dawning horror Ginny watched as the other woman reached between his legs to cup his sloshing balls and rub them, lovingly rolling and fondling them between her palms like she could feel the thick warm load he was surely going to give her. Then, she started to lift, unveiling her features like some sick and twisted opera until the two of them were left looking eye to eye.
 
Ginny couldn’t move, could hardly breathe as Cho snorted her husband's ballsack and shamelessly stared her down. She didn’t even seem surprised to see Ginny sitting there with her legs spread like a trollop, cocking a condescending eyebrow and rolling her eyes as if to say ‘Well? Get on with it! This is the closest you’re going to get, anyway…’
 
And to her eternal embarrassment, Ginny did. She bit her lip and felt a burning in her throat as her hands crept inwards to start gently stroking her petite pussy lips while Harry moaned the loudest she’d ever heard him and continued to furiously, messily fuck Cho’s throat, not looking back to check on her once as he focused on the divine feeling of a woman who could finally take his bitch breaking pipe all the way from root to tip.
 
“I’m gonna cum.” He warned, nostrils flaring as Cho gargled around him. “I’m gonna cum and I bet you're going to take every, single, drop. Aren’t you?”
 
She cooed and Harry chuckled. A deep, bassy sound filled with amusement and amazement in equal measure.
 
“Yeah, you are.” He slammed his hips forward and she choked. “Because you’re not some fragile little china doll, are you? Not like these tiny English girls. No, you’ve got tits made for milking, hips made for gripping, and a pussy made for BREEDING!”
 
Bellowing in triumph, Harry hilted himself deep into Cho’s throat and unloaded, his fingers hooking themselves further into that tightly weeping pussy as she arched her hips up into the air and came. Pussy juice squirted across the bed and ended up all over the sheets as Cho’s throat went into overdrive, swallowing one bucketful after another of thick, virile spunk that did its best to clog up her insides and leave her feeling bloated. She never lost focus though, eyes rolling as they crossed and uncrossed repeatedly with every splash before finally settling demeaningly on a panting Ginny.
 
‘You see this stud?’ Her eyes screamed as she reached up for his flexing ass and squeezed. ‘This is MY stud!’
 
And Ginny believed her, lip tucked between her teeth as she rapidly fingered her own gushing pussy and watched Cho smack his arse like a ketchup bottle to make sure he emptied every single ounce of jizz into the pit of her stomach. The cowed redhead's heart fluttered and she could feel her orgasm sitting right at the edge of her fingers as she listened to Harry disgorge himself from that spasming throat with a sloppy, phlegm-filled ‘SPLORCH’. She also watched in awe as Cho didn’t miss a beat, quickly rolling herself over to begin cleaning him up as she knelt there and worshipped his shaft like he was a God, tonguing up every stray droplet until he practically sparkled before gulping it all down and happily licking her lips.
 
“Oh wow…” She murmured, wrapping her hands around him and stroking as he hummed and pulled her nose into his iron-hard tip. “Tasty and quick to recover. I think my little bet might have scored me the jackpot.”
 
Harry chuckled as he brought his fingers up to start carding through her long black hair. It was surprisingly easy to ignore the dampness caused by the spit and sweat as Cho moaned and leaned into his length, rubbing it against her cheek and giving herself a few degrading cock slaps before seemingly remembering they weren’t alone and peeking around trunk-like legs.
 
“Oh, Ginevra!” The faux surprise was sickening, even as she smiled and shot her an ‘apologetic’ grin. “Sorry about that, I really thought you would have left by now!”
 
The shock on her face must have shown that the thought never even crossed her mind, because Cho’s smirk was nothing short of condescending as she continued wanking Harry gently off onto her cheek.
 
“Oh well, I suppose it can’t be helped. If you’re really so insistent on staying, then might I suggest the chair? I imagine it’ll be a bit more comfortable than squatting in the corner like a House Elf.”
 
Cho was mocking her. Something that should have hurt a lot less than it did, if it wasn’t for Harry turning to regard her. His expression was so cool, somehow clearer than she was used to seeing as the weight of his gaze proved too much for her to bear and she looked away. Filled with shame she kept her eyes glued to the carpet while climbing to her feet, pulling on the hem of her sweater to try cover up her sticky thighs and puffy mound while stumbling unsteadily around to the other side of the bed where a plush chair had indeed been tucked up against the wall.
 
As soon as she sat down, Ginny knew she’d made a mistake.
 
It would have been better to just grab her clothes and leave. At least that way, she wouldn’t have ended up with an unavoidable view of Cho Chang’s bountiful rear bouncing on her heels as she knelt before Hary like he was her green-eyed Emperor, dutifully running her tongue around and between his muscles to pick up the salty rivulets of sweat dotting the trenches of his abs while he domineeringly rubbed himself against her chest.
 
With her pushed over into the corner, both seemed to adopt a mindset of “out of sight, out of mind”, their attentions focused entirely on each other as Cho finished massaging his nuts with her lips while they both ignored the meekly masturbating redhead sat to the side.
 
“I shouldn’t have let you get away back in fourth year.” Harry rumbled, softly stroking her head like she was his pet before seemingly finding the sweet spot and fisting her hair. “We could have skipped the nonsense and been doing this much, much sooner.”
 
“I was with- ah~! I was with Cedric.” Cho purred, not sounding like she disagreed in the slightest as Harry snorted and held her tighter.
 
“So?”
 
Treating her scalp like a leash he led her around on all fours until the full breadth of that thick, juicy arse was pointed in his direction. Cho didn’t even need to be told what to do as she instinctively lowered her jiggling tits down to the mattress and posed, stretching her hands out in front and kneading them into the sheets as her legs spread apart to show off her glimmering pink cunny.
 
“Such a good pussy.” He grinned, right before slamming his hand into the side of her mountainous rear and making it wobble as she moaned and gave her hips an enticing shake.
 
“All for you~” She cooed before jumping as he slapped her again.
 
“All for me?” Harry repeated, his hands grabbing her hips and dragging her back with a sharp yank as Cho squeaked and felt his slippery shaft slap down atop her rump, hotdogging her cheeks as she whimpered and flexed around him. “Are all Eastern girls just as slutty as you?”
 
“For a cock like yours? God-”
 
‘SQUELCH!’
 
“YES!”
 
Harry roared and Cho howled as he drew all the way back through her doughy cheeks to ram himself into her pussy, sending her juices squirting out around him as almost half of his shaft buried itself into her velvety warmth while she tore holes in the sheets and arched her back, presenting herself so that he could go even deeper.
 
“Holy shit!” He gasped, staring down in wonder at the sight of his massive shaft vanishing into her hole. “You’re taking so much.”
 
“FUCK YEAH I AM!” Cho laughed, almost hysterical as she gripped the sheets tighter and started to slam her ass back. “I’m taking it ALL!”
 
‘WHAM!’
 
Their combined force sent Harry spearing an extra few inches into her cunt as he moaned while she seethed from the sensation of having her tunnel stretched to its very limits.
 
“Yessss, fucking ruin me you damn, dirty white DEVIL!”
 
With a long withheld snarl of satisfaction, Harry bottomed out inside Cho’s cunt and groaned, feeling the entirety of his shaft surrounded in the hot, pulsating heat of a silky wet cunt for the first time in his life as she hissed like a cat and gushed all over his pubes.
 
“You fucking bastard, does it feel good? Between me and Ginny, who feels better taking you balls deep, hmm?!” She growled as his length flexed inside her.
 
“I wouldn’t know.” He chuffed. 
 
“No?” She giggled before gritting her teeth and rolling her hips against him as she felt his bloated balls brush against the insides of her thighs. “Your prissy porcelain princess couldn’t handle you like I handle you?”
 
Harry’s jaw clenched and something in those vibrant green eyes uncoiled, prowling around like some great beast hiding just beneath the surface as he withdrew to the opening of her twitching slit and paused.
 
“She didn’t even come close.”
 
His hips flew forward and Cho screamed as he began hammering away at her guts like he was trying to set fire to the walls, the violent, fleshy ‘slap-slap-slap’ of his hips crashing against her ass and thighs echoing off the walls as her eyes rolled back and she held onto the bedding for dear life, using it to anchor herself as her toes curled and she heard the sound of three fingers sloshing around in a lonely, sloppy pussy.
 
“Oh fuck I’m cumming!” She squealed.
 
Huffing and puffing but showing no signs of slowing down, Harry reached down and gripped Cho by the back of the neck, pinning her down like she was prey as she squawked and felt his hips come thundering down harder as he hunched over her jiggling rump.
 
“Who said you could cum before me? TIGHTEN UP!” He barked, crashing his hand against her arse hard enough to make that booty shake before doing it again and again as she yowled out in pleasure. “No foreign fuck slut of mine is going to cum before me, YOU GOT THAT?”
 
“YES, SIR!” 
 
Cho did as she was told and clenched down around him hard, even as her eyes rolled back and saliva soaked a damp puddle into the sheets as he fucked her so hard her tits bounced forward to smack against her chin.
 
“If I want a bitch who can’t keep her cunt tight and her eyes open, I’ll go back to fucking my soon-to-be wife! If you want this dick you’ve got to earn it!”
 
His second hand left her booty to travel up to the nape of her neck where Cho felt him take two thick handfuls of her hair before heaving, his biceps flexing as she screeched like a banshee and felt him bending her back in two like it was a hunting bow.
 
“I WILL!” She wailed, tits bouncing as he pummelled her from behind and kept her lifted off the bed. “I’ll be better, please sir! I'll be the perfect, obedient, oriental pleasure slave for your fffff-FAT cocked majesty!”
 
“You better be.” He warned, contempt heavy in his tone. “I’m not going back to jerking off in the hopes of some kind of release! From now on, when Ginny can’t handle it, you’re the first person I’m calling and you BETTER pick up!”
 
“I PROMISE! I’ll be there, I’ll drop everything and be there. I’ll be the perfect mistress for your nasty English prick! Let your wife greet your guests at the door while you fuck me in the garden, let me roll around in the dirt while you sew your mixed-race bastards into the walls of my womb! I’ll fucking LOVE it!”
While Cho screamed an increasing tidal wave of demeaning, degrading filth into the sweat-soaked bedding, Harry looked up as he heard a whimpering squeak.
 
With one leg thrown over each arm of her chair, Ginny sat there bare from the chest down. She’d stuffed the hem of her sweater between her teeth to try and muffle the ever-growing moans which spilt from her lips as she’d slowly progressed from one finger fitting into her cunt to three. She sat there, wide-eyed and not saying a word as Harry threw back his head, slammed his hips against Cho’s plump rear and then let loose a tidal wave of sperm all OVER her walls!
 
The sight was too much and Ginny joined them, mound inflamed from how furiously she’d been fingering herself to the adulterous show while she squirted all over the carpet and watched Cho spasm like she’d found the gates to Nirvana. Even as the other witch came she never stopped moving, something Ginny could never do as Harry’s wrist-thick schlong scarred itself into the lining of her cunt to the point she’d never find satisfaction with another man.
 
“Oh God, Oh God-” Cho gasped, eyes fluttering as her peach-coloured tits rose and fell to the beat of her panting. “That was…”
 
“Not enough.”
 
The Chinese seeker meeped and her eyes shot just as wide as Ginny’s as they both realised that Harry hadn’t faltered. His hands found their way back to that pliant, palm print-stained derriere and pushed to slide his sticky rod out from the hold of Cho’s cunt, dragging himself free of her needily gripping walls until its length was bathed in the light.
 
Still hard. Still eager.
 
“Did you think we were finished?”
 
Ginny gaped, never having seen him like this as just the mere thought of taking that beast again gave her sympathy cramps…
 
But Cho?
 
“Oh…” She whispered, blinking in surprise- 
 
“You…”
 
-and then glee as her slick lips curved into a wicked smile that seemed almost impossible to wash off.
 
“You promise?”
 
Harry didn’t answer. He let his hips do the talking.
 
‘SMACK!’
 
Ginny shuddered.
 
‘SMACK-SMACK-!’


 
The next morning…
 
‘-SMACK!’
 
Ginny didn’t know what time it was.
 
A quick, bleary-eyed peek over towards the windows told her it was sometime after sunrise, but beyond that, she truly had no idea. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she’d be in this position, stuck in a room with her fiance and the Quidditch seeker from her rival team, but here she was.
 
It was exhausting, and she was just watching. Not once had they stopped fucking, they hadn’t even paused for a break! As soon as Harry finished he’d make sure it never saw the open air, always either finishing in Cho’s pussy, ass or mouth. It was a miracle the poor woman hadn’t drowned, and Ginny might have even felt some sympathy if it wasn’t for the way Cho went out of her way to humiliate her at every, single, turn.
 
When either one of them yelled “towel!” Ginny had to run over there and use either her sweater or her hair to wipe away whatever fluid had gotten in the way at the time, whether it was sweat, spit or cum. When Harry had dragged Cho out to bend her over the bannister of the balcony of their room, it was Ginny who’d had to go and kneel by their feet while cupping Harry’s balls to make sure they didn’t get too cold, holding them steady as he brutalised Cho from behind and turned her into a howling hellcat. It got even worse when she thought about how visible they were, the few drunken calls of those out that late telling Ginny that people had seen her fiance fucking a woman who wasn’t her.
 
She didn’t even want to think about what would happen if her mother found out, or how she’d react to being told Ginny was almost eager to scurry back and forth beneath their notice, bringing them water or food as they required while Harry banged his new Asian fuck toy against the mirror, the chair, the floor and all four walls.
 
What was even more shocking? The fact that Harry had seemingly found his match and that they were both damn near insatiable. Even now, as Ginny heard a hesitant series of knocks against the bedroom door, if she looked over her shoulder she’d find Harry reclined back while Cho rode him reverse cowgirl, her hair flying as she bounced her jiggling body all over his cock while he occasionally gave her another encouraging slap to the arse that never failed to produce an elated squeal.
 
The newly shaved lightning bolt that rested just above Cho’s slit almost seemed to mock her as she headed over towards the door and slowly, tremblingly opened it up.
 
When Madam Rosmerta peeked inside with breakfast in hand, it was sufficient to say she was rather shocked to find the usually fiery Ginny Weasley standing there naked from the waist down and practically dripping from her own arousal. The expensive red sweater she wore the night before was still there, but now it was streaked with stains and matted with a suspicious number of fluids, her eyes ringed in deep black circles like she hadn’t slept a wink all night.
 
“Oh my gosh! G-Ginny? What happened to you?”
 
Such a simple question and it made her lip start to tremble. 
 
“OH! Is that breakfast?”
 
Before she could open her mouth to answer, Cho made her appearance. Entirely too chipper and happily bouncing along, she came to the door still naked as before and just as much of a mess.
 
“Thank you, Rosy, I know Harry was getting hungry.”
 
Her wand came out of nowhere to flick towards the plate and send it floating over towards a two-person table that had been set up in the middle of the room, only one chair available that an equally naked and relaxed Harry lumbered over to occupy as the mature Three Broomsticks owner watched with her mouth agape.
 

“Is… is that…?” 
 
Both girls followed the older woman's line of sight towards the table where Harry was simply waiting with his eyes closed. A peaceful smile on his face, even as he sat there with his girthy, pussy juice-lathered dick bobbing beneath the table, the head repeatedly slapping the underside with a muffled ‘tap-tap-tap’ while all three females watched.
 
“My breakfast?” Cho completed for her, shooting the owner a cheeky smirk even as Rosmerta turned astonished eyes towards a still quiet and meek Ginny.
 
“A-ah, yes. I see? Um, well, far be it from me to snoop around my guests' personal lives, but I was wondering who exactly would be picking up the tab…?” She trailed off, clearly uncomfortable as Ginny stood there blushing from her head to her toes.
 
“Oh, I’m sure Ginevra wouldn’t mind paying for this one! After all, she is the reason we’re here.”
 
Ginny froze, not quite willing to believe the sheer audacity of the woman before a sudden, firm hand planted itself onto her taut little rear and pushed.
 
With a startled squeak, she found herself pushed out into the hall, as indecent as could be while Cho snickered and waved her off.
 
“I’m sure we’ll be seeing you two later. Oh, and Ginny, don’t worry!” Cho assured, the innocent look faltering after a mere moment before she sneered into the smaller girl's eyes.
 
“I’ll be sure to take good care of him. You know, make sure he’s satisfied with finally getting to fuck a real woman.”
 
Silence.
 
Ginny could only stand there and stare, trembling in both rage and embarrassment as the words hung heavy in the air, finally confirming to Rosmerta what was obvious but hadn’t been said as Cho outed the redhead as nothing more than a disgraced, humiliated cuck.
 
 
“...Ta~ta!”  And then she slammed the door in their faces.
 
Without further ado and the Seeker's only escape cut off, both Ginny and Madam Rosmerta were left to stand there. Exchanging awkward glances between one another and the door before both simultaneously blushed as they heard the loud, sloppy sound of something that could only have been Cho once more deep-throating Harry’s cock.
 
“Oh my. You celebrities are quite… adventurous, aren’t you?”  Rosmerta tried to lighten the mood.
 
Ginny couldn’t work up the will to play along, her thoughts still focused on her memories of the night before and the new ones filtering through her imagination as she listened to the sordid sounds of Cho pleasing her Harry.
 
And then she heard one of the other guests walk into the hall, causing her hands to dart down and tug uselessly at her sweater to try and cover up as she remembered that right here, for the moment, she had much bigger problems to worry about.
