Before Ginny did the same for Harry, she slipped her thin middle and index fingers into her sodden cunt, pulled them out and followed them up with her ring and little fingers. When her fingers were covered, she spat into her hand, so as to get it good and wet and started jacking Harry off with reckless abandon. Harry gritted his teeth and grunted with bliss. Before Ginny had a chance to react, he shoved his hand between Ginny’s legs and started rubbing her clit with his thumb and slipped two of his fingers into her pussy. Ginny let out a heavily stifled moan and carried on jacking Harry’s hammer, and sporadically spat on his cock head so as to lube him further.
Hermione was feeling the effects of Ron’s finger and couldn’t hold back any longer, because she was really horny from trying to stop thinking of Ron‘s cock and failing miserably all day. She lent forward into Ron’s chest and came all over his hand. She stopped his movements so that she could recover and pulled his hand away from her cum sodden pussy. Realising that she had stopped jacking Ron’s dick, she went back to it at twice the speed. Ron could feel himself getting to his orgasm and Hermione could sense by the fact that his cock was getting harder in her hand. Hermione, pulled Ron’s hand to her face and started sucking her juice from his finger. This was all too much for Ron and claimed that he was about to cum and screwed up his face in ecstasy.
Hermione, slowed down her rubbing and aimed his cock at her pussy mound and stomach where Ron’s first shot hit her. It started from her belly button and went all the way down through her sparse pubic hair to the start of her slit. The second spurt landed perfectly on her pubic mound and stepped closer to Ron so that the last of his cum would dribble onto her stomach. When Ron had finished cumming, she rubbed the last remnants of his ejaculation into her pubic strip. Hermione scooped off the any remaining cum from Ron’s cock, and with the small amount on her finger, she stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked off his cum. Before Hermione started to clean up, she scooped another lot from her perfectly flat stomach and licked it off of her finger tips seductively.
Meanwhile, in the other cubicle, Ginny and Harry were bringing themselves closer to Nirvana. Both jacking and rubbing their blood engorged, wet genitals, Harry, two fingers buried in Ginny’s soaking pussy, rubbing her clit with the other hand, and Ginny furiously trying to get her boyfriend to shoot his load all over her.
“Umm!” Ginny moaned. “Are you close?” She asked Harry.
“Yeah! God you’re good at this!” Harry seethed in bliss.
“I’ve got an idea! Tell me when you are about to cum!” Ginny suggested to Harry. Ginny stroked a couple more times before Harry managed to get out,
“OK! Here it comes!”
Ginny stepped a little closer and aimed Harry’s dick at her pussy hole. She then raised up as high as she could on tip toes and, pulled Harry’s dick into her hole and sank down on it. When it was all in her, Ginny could feel Harry bursting his load all against her cervix, which then set Ginny off to have her much needed orgasm. As her pleasure washed over her like a wave, Ginny leaned against Harry to take some of her weight from her toes. When Harry had finished dumping his load into Ginny, and Ginny’s pussy had stopped convulsing around his tool, he found himself, in a daze, holding Ginny off of the ground and leaning against the cubicle door.
As Harry put Ginny down, he started pulling his dick from her pussy. Ginny, knowing that this would cause a mess, held her hand at her cum filled hole and held it in place as she sat on the toilet. When she moved her hand away, she could feel Harry’s jizz slowly leaking out of her satisfied hole. When only some of Harry’s cum was left, Ginny stood up and wiped hers and Harry’s cum away and licked it off of her hand.
“Mmm! Fresh cum!” Ginny teased.
Harry put his cock away and Ginny got herself dressed and they both came out of the cubicle. When the foursome met up in the toilets, they all went down to the Great Hall for some food. As they entered the Hall, they walked past two other members of Dumbledore’s Army, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. As they all past each other, they said their hellos and went about their business.
“So, shall we go and do a bit Defence Against the Dark Arts practise?” Neville asked Luna.
“Oh yes.” Luna said in the dreamy way that she always spoke. “Yes. I do enjoy our time up their. It’s like having real friends.” Said Luna in the brutally honest way that only she can say things which invariably make the people she is talking to feel very uncomfortable.
“Oh come on Luna! You know you’re my friend!” Neville replied.
“Really? Oh Neville, I have always thought that you were such a nice boy!” Luna exclaimed dreamily. Neville and Luna made their way up to the seventh floor where the Room of Requirement can be found, opposite the painting of Barnabus the Barmy trying to teach trolls to ballet dance.
When they had done all of the summoning necessary to get in the Room, they stepped inside so that they could continue with their practise. Neville and Luna had both found being in Dumbledore’s Army the best of their time at Hogwarts, and were sad when it had ended. But after Umbridge had gone from the school, Neville and Luna carried on themselves when the new year started. This was only their fourth meeting, both of them trying to meet up as much as possible.
As with the previous times of Dumbledore’s Army meeting, the Room always provided them with all of the equipment that they needed for D.A.D.A. with cushions, a dummy to practise spells on, and all the books that they could ever need for defence on shelves on the walls. As they had done when the others had been about, they started with disarming each other to warm up, and then get onto other defensive spells. After practising for about half an hour, Luna hit Neville with a spell that had sent him flying a few feet in the air. When Neville had landed though, he missed landing on the cushions and hit his head quite hard on the solid floor, knocking him out cold.
Luna had rushed over to Neville as soon as she saw that he had missed the cushions. She knelt next to Neville and was looking over him trying to wake him up, shaking him where he laid. Luna then summoned some water and splashed it over Neville’s face, which did the trick of waking him. Neville’s eyes flickered open and looked up in daze at the girl peering over him.
“Neville? Neville, are you alright?” Luna asked in a concerned but still in a dreamy way.
“Wow!” He quietly exclaimed. “You’re beautiful!” Luna dismissed this as a possible concussion.
“Neville, you’ve had a bang on the head. How many fingers am I holding up?” Luna asked holding up two fingers.
Neville could see perfectly and responded with the correct answer. Luna had gathered that he wasn’t badly hurt, but was still not quite right, so she summoned some more water and splashed Neville once again. This woke him up completely and Neville then realised that he was on the floor, and was remembering what had happened. Just as he tried to get up, Luna held him in place on his chest and said,