Learning History

Chapter 11

Hermione and Ginny had a private conference after dinner that night and determined together that they wouldn’t mind letting Harry in on some of their dirty secrets. They re-emerged into the common room together from the girls’ dormitories and found Harry at a table with Ron, both at work on a Transfiguration essay.

Hermione and Ginny joined them and pulled out their own books, parchment, and quills, and began their own stacks of homework. Surreptitiously, Hermione slipped Harry a note.

Ginny and I want you to join us. Room of Requirement tonight at midnight. Don’t use the toilet beforehand.

Harry read the note, eyes wide, then looked at Hermione and nodded before returning to his essay. As they worked on in silence, she noticed he took frequent sips of tea, and she smiled to herself.

At 11:30, Ron stretched and yawned. “I’m off to bed,” he said, “coming, Harry?”

“Not yet,” Harry said, “I’m nearly done with this, might as well finish tonight.”

Ron grimaced and collected his things. Once he was gone, Harry turned to the two girls.

“I’ve got my cloak in my bag here,” he whispered, “we should all be able to fit well enough to get us to the seventh floor corridor.”

“Perfect,” said Hermione, “because I’m rather increasingly desperate.”

Ginny grinned at her as Harry’s mouth fell open. Clearly, he wasn’t yet used to speaking so openly about these things.

“I am as well,” said Ginny, “let’s get going.”

Mercifully, the common room was empty, so Harry flung the cloak over the three of them and they made their way out the portrait hole and down the corridors towards the Room of Requirement.

However, Hermione had underestimated the aftereffects of Ginny’s potion. Though she had released all that was backing her up earlier in Charms, she’d eaten a much larger meal than she was used to at dinner in celebration of her no-longer-constipated stomach, and now her bowels were churning once more. She made it about halfway to the Room before she had to stop walking, causing Harry and Ginny to stop as well.

“What’s wrong?” Ginny said.

Hermione was clenching her sphincter and didn’t answer right away. She wanted the poop fucked out of her tonight—she wanted to hold it in. “Need a shit,” she managed.

“Are you trying to hold it?” Ginny asked.

“Yes—” Hermione groaned, as she felt the mass push against her entrance. She clasped a hand over her bum in desperation.
“I dunno if you’ll be able to hold much longer, love,” Ginny said, “that potion stays in your system about 12 hours. Anything that goes in will come out. I should’ve warned you properly.”

Hermione groaned wordlessly.

“On the other hand, you look sexy as fuck,” Ginny said, reaching out and stroking Hermione’s pussy gently under her skirt. “Don’t you think, Harry?”

“Absolutely,” Harry said. “You know, Hermione, the cloak’s covering us. You could go here, it’s alright. Not like anyone’s even around anyway.”

“Not—the problem—” Hermione grunted. “—Wanted—to get—fucked—”

“Oh, god,” Harry said.

“Let’s just do it here,” said Ginny, smiling wickedly. “We’ll stay under the cloak, it’ll be no problem. Then you can let it out in just a minute.”

“Fine—yes!” said Hermione, panting now. She couldn’t focus on much, but she watched as Ginny unzipped Harry’s trousers and pulled out his swollen dick. It was already rock hard, but Ginny gave it a few strokes, making him moan quietly.

“Alright, here’s what we’re going to do,” said Ginny, taking charge, “Harry, you’re going to fuck Hermione, while I handle her tits and clit. Hermione, you just relax and let us take care of you.”

“Yes, Ginny,” said Hermione.

Ginny stared pointedly at Harry, until, “yes, Ginny,” he replied as well.

“Good,” Ginny said, and pulled down Hermione’s panties. She shoved them in the pocket of her robes before guiding the group of them, still covered by the cloak, to the nearest stone wall. Hermione leaned against it, panting, as Ginny knelt and began licking her cunt.

“Oh!” Hermione cried out, her muscles spasming. It wasn’t enough for her poop to come out yet, but she couldn’t help a few spurts of pee flying out of her and into Ginny’s waiting mouth.

“Mmm, delicious, good girl,” said Ginny, then slid her tongue inside Hermione.

Hermione moaned as she felt Ginny’s tongue slip away, and then it was replaced by Harry’s cock, pushing its way into her vagina while Ginny’s fingers slid to her clit, circling it lightly. This was exactly what she’d imagined, only not quite so soon. However, the idea of someone walking by and not knowing what was going on right there in the corridor under Harry’s invisibility cloak was intoxicating.

Harry was all the way inside her now. As he pulled out and then began to push in again, Hemione felt her muscles give way.

“It’s—coming out!” she gasped. And, indeed, she felt a huge poop slowly making its way out of her bum while Harry’s strokes increased in speed.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Harry panted, “I can’t believe we’re fucking in the hall while you shit, Hermione, oh god!”

Ginny laughed mischievously, continuing her ministrations on Hermione’s clit, while her other hand pinched one of Hermione’s nipples.

Hermione had to contain a shriek at all the sensations bombarding her at once. It all felt so incredibly good—the release of her bowels, the feeling of Harry inside her and Ginny touching her in all her most sensitive spots, all at the same time. Her first log fell to the ground with a splat and she moaned as she pushed, more poop now poking out of her asshole.

“I can feel you doing that,” Harry said in surprise, “it’s making your pussy tighten up every time you push—I’m close!”

“Don’t you dare cum before Hermione,” Ginny warned him, now pinching Hermione’s other nipple while licking the first one soothingly.

“Yes, Ginny,” Harry said, and slowed his strokes.

Hermione was overwhelmed with good feelings. She gave another push, and this time another piece of poop came out and fell to the floor. At that, she started to piss herself freely.

“Good girl, Hermione,” Ginny cooed into her ear, rubbing her clit faster and faster as Hermione peed into her hand and onto Harry’s cock.

This was just enough to push Hermione over the edge into a ferocious orgasm. She arched her back, and this time, couldn’t contain a loud moan, nearly a scream, as she convulsed on Harry’s dick—who, now that Hermione was cumming, clearly felt he was allowed to cum too.

“I’m cumming!” Harry gasped, and Hermione felt several spurts of hot cum fill her vagina as she continued to shiver and jolt with her own prolonged orgasm.

“Keep your cock inside, Harry,” Ginny ordered, “and let out your pee into Hermione’s pussy. I know you need to go, I saw all the tea you drank this evening. Fill her up for me.”

“Yes, Ginny,” Harry said, and as Hermione began to come down from her first orgasm of the night, she felt more hot liquid starting to fill her.

It was like nothing she’d ever felt before—it made her so aroused just by the thought of Harry peeing inside of her that immediately she wanted to cum again. But then she heard footsteps approaching from around the corner—and clearly Harry and Ginny heard them too, as they both became completely still, listening. Ginny’s fingers were clamped around Hermione’s nipple, the other hand still on Hermione’s clit, but motionless, and Harry was still peeing, as Professor McGonagall rounded the corner and came into view. She must be on guard duty tonight, patrolling the castle, Hermione realized. Perhaps she’d heard their noises and come to investigate? Fortunately, the cloak was still covering the three of them and Hermione’s mess on the ground, but she worried McGonagall would smell them as she came closer and closer.

Harry was still peeing inside Hermione as they all stayed frozen, waiting for McGonagall to pass. Hermione couldn’t help herself, she felt so good and the idea of them behaving so wrongly was a professor walked just past them without knowing what they were doing made her so horny that she pressed her clit down into Ginny’s stilled fingers, humping her hand and feeling Harry’s hot piss trickle back out of her with her small movements. It was enough—she came again, writhing silently, and biting down on Harry’s shoulder so that she wouldn’t moan aloud, right as Professor McGonagall passed by their spot in the corridor.