A Secret Tryst (Harry Potter)

A Secret Tryst (Harry Potter)

A/N: A Secret Tryst was a Patreon Poll Winner originally written in 2018 and posted up on HF in 2021. Posting it here and now for people to enjoy!

Summary: It wasn't like Hermione intended to end up in a secret love affair with her best friend and her husband's sister. But that's exactly what's happened.

Themes: Cheating, Threesome, Slutty

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Taking a deep breath, Hermione exhales out through her nostrils, before finally reaching up and knocking on the door. She immediately goes tense as a result, but it's not like there's someone waiting for her right on the other side. It takes a good half a minute before she hears the sounds of high heels clipping against wood coming from inside the home. Then, the door opens, and a familiar face framed by red hair smiles at her.

"Hermione. Please, come in."

"Thanks, Ginny."

She can't quite keep the nervousness from her voice, or the blush from her face as she steps past the beautiful witch. Ginny has grown into adulthood and motherhood quite gorgeously, but then, playing as a professional Quidditch player and the head of the Holyhead Harpies would do that apparently. Still, she can't deny that Ginny looks absolutely stunning in her casual dress, her leggings leaving nothing to the imagination and her flowing blouse giving her a very... distinguished look.

Ginny looks ready for a party, though Hermione knows that the other woman isn't going anywhere tonight.

"Let me get your coat, Hermione."

Flushed with embarrassment, Hermione shucks off her coat and hands it to the other woman, who hangs it up in the hall closet before turning to face her. The smile on Ginny's face doesn't go anywhere, but it does become a bit more fixed as her eyes slide up and down Hermione's body.

"Don't you think you're a little overdressed for the night, Hermione?"

The brunette bookworm's blush goes into full-force at that, and she mumbles out a vague agreement as she begins to unbutton her own blouse, slowly stripping out of her clothes. Ginny watches on, something like vague approval in her eyes. Despite their age difference, only one of them could be 'Queen of the Castle' so to speak, and this wasn't her home. She was a guest, and when one was a guest, they should always be polite to their hosts.

Soon enough, Hermione is wearing nothing but her bra and panties. Ginny doesn't say a thing as she steps up to Hermione. The high heels she's wearing leave her towering over the mostly naked brunette by an inch or two, and she very literally looks down on Hermione from above, even as she reaches out and runs a hand across Hermione's taut belly, before slowly letting her fingers drift down to the lacy red panties she's wearing this time.

"Gryffindor Red... I like it, Hermione. It suits you quite a bit."

Hermione smiles at that, not a beaming thing, but a tentative shy thing as she trembles under Ginny's experienced touch. The red head knows her so well...

"Thanks, G-Ginny. Ah..."

Ginny's fingers slip below the hem of Hermione's panties, and a moment later they're brushing against her slit. She's wet of course, dripping even. But then, she knew what she was getting into when she came here tonight. She knew what was coming. How could she not anticipate it? How could her arousal not be blindingly obvious from the very beginning?

"Good girl. Well, come along Hermione. Harry's waiting for us in his study."

Hermione's blush takes on a different shade at those words. The location, and the way Ginny led her through the house on her feet instead of on her hands and knees, told Hermione all she needed to know about her role tonight. It changes sometimes, of course. Harry and Ginny did so love to play games, and Hermione was caught up in all of it, unable to escape, unwilling to break free. She loved it too, deep down inside. She couldn't help herself.

Eventually, they arrive before the large oak double doors that lead to Harry's study. Ginny pushes them open and steps inside before pausing to let Hermione pass her by. Hermione does so, walking to the center of the room as she looks into bright green eyes. Harry sits behind his desk, resting comfortably in a high-back chair as he regards her in silence, his fingers steepled together before him.

Harry chuckles at that, even as Hermione blushes deeply in response to Ginny's lewd idea. It was no idle threat either... there was a collar with her name on it in one of the drawers of Harry's desk, and a doggy bowl with her name on it hidden in Ginny's closet. There were a lot of things for her in this home, though of course they were tucked away because their discovery would in turn expose her.

"Hm... not the bowl. But maybe the collar. I've got another idea for how our pet witch here can spend her Saturday. And I'm sure she'll love it, won't you Hermione."

"Mmhmm~"

Hermione can't exactly talk, what with Ginny still grinding her face down into the red head's cunt lips, but she can certainly respond. Her agreement is met with a moan from Ginny, and another chuckle from Harry as he speeds things up again, pistoning in and out of Hermione's hot, wet cunt with greater and greater force.

"S-Shit Harry, you're going so fast and it's making her tongue go so fucking deep."

"I'm getting close, Ginny. Kiss me, my love. Fucking kiss me."

They lean over her body, the only thing that's separating them from one another. But she doesn't separate them for long, as one of Ginny's hands goes up to grab at Harry's dark locks, and he in turn does the same with one of his. They kiss passionately, making out over the top of her bent over body, even as Harry fucks her all the harder. It's then that he cums, and Ginny cums as well, and Hermione... well, of course she orgasms along with them, but it's more about the pussy juices flooding her mouth and the cum exploding into her womb then anything else as she cries out in an ugly fashion.

Harry and Ginny truly do bring out the worst in her. Or is it the best? Hermione can't exactly tell the difference anymore, as she ends up discarded, slumped over Harry's desk while Ginny hops down and kneels before her husband, slurping and sucking his cock clean with a technique that has him groaning her name.

"Ginny..."

She gets him hard again, and then she stops, smirking impishly as she stands up and cocks a hip out, placing a hand upon it and looking to Hermione.

"So then. What did you have in mind, husband dear?"

Harry also regards Hermione for a moment, and even half passed out, she can feel their gaze on her.

"... Ginny, go get the maid outfit out of the closet, alright? I'm thinking the place needs another... sprucing up."

Ginny's lips curl into a wide, wicked grin that matches the one found on Harry's face. Even Hermione perks up a bit at the idea, and her arousal only grows as she watches Ginny leave the study from where she's bent over the desk. When Harry's hand comes down on her ass, she lets out a yelp and jumps in place, before moaning as he begins to knead her soft backside.

"You like that idea quite a bit, don't you Madame Undersecretary? Like being our live-in maid for the day?"

Hermione, blushing deeply, can only nod and moan even more under Harry's ministrations. Like she said before, Harry and Ginny loved to play games. And Hermione couldn't help but be sucked into them.

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