When Harry arrived back at Hogwarts, he found a note waiting for him. It had been delivered via Floo and pinned to his door by one of the elves. Harry lifted the paper and read it over. It was an invitation which fortunately didn't specify a specific time, instead inviting him over "Whenever, for the purposes of sharing a cup of tea."
Well, eight in the evening counted under the umbrella of whenever, and Harry found himself inclined to take up the author's hospitality. He penned a brief warning that he would be over soon, sent it by Floo, and ducked into his room for a shower. A little bit of Virgil Yaxley was stuck to his arms and demanded immediate scrubbing.
It was dark out, well and truly, when Harry put his freshened form through the green flames and made a house call. He came out in a living room so pink that for a moment he was scared he'd walked into a trap laid by Dolores Umbridge.
"Harry! I'm glad you could make it!"
Hestia Jones was waiting for him on her feet, toes dug into the thick shag carpet. Her home had salmon wallpaper, a color that extended to two of the lampshades Harry could currently see, while the whole room smelled strongly of crystalized pineapple— a sweet treat most popular with women older than sixty. An incredible quantity of Kneazles looked on from portraits spread about the walls, but there were no live ones. Amidst it all, Hestia smiled nervously at him, dolled up in a way he'd never seen.
She saw him looking.
"I decided to try a Muggle outfit!" Hestia's blouse stretched as she reached down, squeezing the two sides of her skirt. "What do you think?"
She twirled around to show him every side. The bold skirt choice fanned up, showing Harry the bottom half of two curvy tanned cheeks. By the time she was facing him again, her skirt had settled back partway down her thighs.
"I think that you should never wear that outside," Harry said. "I love it."
Despite having been the one to put it on, Hestia blushed. She headed for a chair and started to sit, but the moment her butt touched down she jerked back to her feet. She opened her mouth, thought better of what she was going to say, and closed it.
"I didn't know you were such a fan of Kneazles," Harry said.
"My grandmother was. I inherited the house." Hestia snuck a shy glance at him, then at the stairs.
Harry would have laughed if he didn't know that would embarrass her.
"Would you like to show me your room?" he asked.
"We haven't had tea yet."
"Do you want to have tea?"
"Somewhat," Hestia said.
"Is there something you want to do more?"
Hestia answered by crossing the room, grabbing his hand, and pulling him toward the stairs to the second floor. She went up first, her skirt teasing Harry after each step.
In the end, they didn't make it to her room.
"Mmff!" Hestia's eyes went wide as Harry pinned her firmly to the wall. They slowly shut as she enjoyed the sensation. His hands slid up along her sides, darting underneath her blouse to stroke her smooth, warm skin. Their tongues locked together and rolled around between their mouths.
Soon enough Harry lifted. Hestia stuck her arms up, facilitating a smooth removal. Her bra clung tightly to her small chest. Growing bold, she pushed against him, moving Harry back into the middle of the hall. Going with the momentum, Harry scooped her into his arms, carrying her for the rest of the trip.
They scrambled past the door to her room, almost tumbling inside. Hestia had abandoned the kiss, gasping as she grinded on his growing bulge. Harry tossed her onto a bed with the same color of sheets as the wallpaper downstairs. He was glad to see there were no Kneazel portraits in this room.
He stood at the edge of the bed and stripped out of his clothes. His jacket had been left at home, leaving only a shirt to pull off his torso. Hestia watched it happen while chewing her bottom lip, her tanned skin lustrous beneath her bra and below her skirt.
Harry stepped out of his pants. His bulge swayed slightly as he moved. Hestia watched each of its wiggles with the eyes of a hawk. When he went to join her on the bed, she grabbed his elbow with both hands and yanked him down.
She found her way between his legs faster than a Seeker chasing the snitch. First, she straddled him. They shared a deep kiss as Harry's hands roamed her back. Between the strokes, his fingers found the latch of her bra, popping it loose. When her breasts were out, his hands went down. They ran across the fabric of her skirt, down to her thighs, traced up, and nestled on the cheeks of her bum. He had wondered after the glimpse he got earlier, and now it was confirmed. Hestia was going commando beneath her short skirt.
Harry squeezed both her cheeks at the same time, sinking his teeth into her neck at the same time. "Gah!" Hestia moaned. She slung her arms around his head and hugged.
When her grip loosened, Harry leaned back, looking into her eyes. "Naughty girl."
Hestia blushed, then giggled.
"I really wanted to see you," she whispered.
Shimmying back, she slid from his lap into the gap between his legs. She looked up as she went, pinning Harry with her gaze. Her tits rubbed against his thighs briefly as they went past. Hestia stopped on her knees, her face poised before the cylindrical bulge in Harry's straining boxers.
With a deep breath to psych herself up, Hestia latched onto the elastic band with her teeth, dragging down. Harry's cock was peeled out of its casing like a candy bar from the wrapper. She sawed her neck back and forth to work his boxers all the way down. His cock slid loose, casting a shadow across her face.
As arousing as the sight truly was, Harry found himself distracted. Hestia's rump had risen high enough that her skirt inverted, flopping over her stomach instead of her rear. Both cheeks were out and available to his eyes now— including a flash of red from directly between them.
Harry leaned forward. His cock was pushed into Hestia's face, sliding against her cheek, while his hands reached out. They moved across Hestia's cheeks and parted them. Sure enough, a bright little gem shone in the light, located directly above — and presumably inside of — her back hole.
Harry was genuinely surprised. "Hestia!"
"You called me a naughty girl," Hestia said, giggles infecting her voice. "Aren't I?"
"More than I realized!" Harry said.
He promptly laid a slap across her butt. As the cheeks rippled, the head of her butt plug was jarred. The effect was immediate. "Nguh!" Hestia moaned, her body tensing.
She replied to his teasing with an offensive of her own, opening her lips up and taking his cock into the gap between them. Her head moved in a wave-pattern, her neck stretching at the start, bunching to drive her head down his cock, then extending again in order to repeat the process. She had gotten better since their first time together. She was more prepared for his size, at least.
Still rubbing circles into her backside, Harry said, "You've been practicing."
Hestia popped her mouth off of his cock long enough to answer. "Rosmerta gave me tips. I may have found a toy to train with, too.
Harry didn't need to hear more.
"Accio Hestia's toy!"
There was a rattling underneath the bed. Hestia, who had just tightened her lips around his tip once more, grew wide-eyed. There was the sound of a box being toppled, a brief whoosh, and a flash of purple as a tremendous length of phallic rubber burst out and nestled into Harry's hands.
Hestia looked like she couldn't tell if she should be mortified or wet at the sight of her lover holding the approximation of him she'd bought for lonely nights.
"Even I'm not this big." Harry swung the dildo around, watching it flail. "You can take all of this?"
Hestia dragged her lips off him. "Not in my mouth."
"Oh?" Harry held it up in the light, squinting, and located faded rings of lipstick roughly halfway down. "I can see. But what about back here?"
He leaned forward before Hestia could ask what he meant, spread out her wonderful rear cheeks, and inserted the toy up to its base in her pussy using one quick stroke.
"Oh!" Hestia's back straightened. One of her eyes closed as she felt the toy fill her. Looking at Harry only showed her a smirking face.
"You were in the middle of something, weren't you? Don't let me stop you."
With increased enthusiasm, Hestia resumed her quest to hide his whole cock inside her mouth. While a losing battle, her efforts accomplished plenty. Harry let out a long and happy breath as her delightful mouth tongue ran across him. Her spit dripped down to the parts she couldn't reach, preparing him wonderfully for where the night was going.
He sat back and allowed her to work. When Hestia looked up and caught sight of his happy, satisfied expression, it made her push her head down more enthusiastically. Gradually, Harry's toes curled as his pleasure grew.
"Hestia," he warned her.
He thought her name would be enough, but maybe he should have been more specific. She had looked up, waiting for him to go on, when his cock erupted inside of her mouth. Cum streamed out past her lips as their suction failed to hold back the tide. She lurched up, coughing, which jarred not just her buttplug but the dildo shoved inside her pussy. Hestia went crosseyed while gasping for air at the same time.
"Sorry, sorry!" Harry tried his best not to laugh. "I should've been more specific."
"The toy never did that," Hestia whispered. Her voice was hoarse.
They looked at each other, silent for a moment—
Both of them cracked up, laughing together.
"I wish I could have gotten a photo of the face you made," Harry said.
"Well I'm glad that you didn't!" Hestia said. "Merlin, if Rosmerta ever saw it. Or Marlene!" The very idea of the blond woman looking at a photo like that made Hestia shake from head to toe.
Shaking his head, Harry slid forward. He lowered his head and kissed each of Hestia's pert breasts, going between them as he eased her backwards. Feeling the direction that things were heading, Hestia forgot about her embarrassment, hissing between her teeth. Harry moved her onto her back, touched her hips, and rolled her over.
Hestia was like puddy. Wherever his fingers directed her, she followed. Soon her arms were crossed under her chin. With her knees on the bed and her thighs tensed, Harry had a delightful view of her crotch, including the stark contrast between her skin and the brightly-colored toys.
Harry's fingers tightened on the gleaming gem Hestia had worn to meet him. She shivered, feeling his touch there. A very small noise escaped her mouth.
A much louder one followed when Harry ripped the plug out.
"Holy—!" Hestia gasped.
Harry chuckled. "It sounded like you were going to say something rude there, Hestia. You can. I won't mind."
Her skirt was still around her waist, just flipped up. His shimmied as Harry got his hands around Hestia's hips and jammed his spit-coated cock into her yawning asshole. A whispered incantation added an extra layer of lube to further smoothen the process. Hestia didn't notice this stellar bit of magic, more concerned about the way her hole was stretching dangerously wide.
"I can say rude things?" she gasped. "Then… Bugger me with your dick, Harry! Stretch that hole! Tear it open and leave me screaming your name!"
Harry couldn't help blinking. He hid his surprise behind thrusts, ramming his cock down her hole just as she very vividly asked for. He remembered the sweat, tender love they made after their first mission and wondered if perhaps he had created something a little frightening.
Well, he had strong suspicions about Rosmerta and Marlene's involvement in these changes. But as the one who introduced the women to each other, the blame was still partially his.
To be certain, Hestia was a tough cookie. Her toned body, honed for dueling, was tense and flexing in order to receive his cock. Harry felt his member being squeezed almost to the point of feeling crushed. It was a damn good thing he summoned lube ahead of time, as Hestia's generous application of saliva wouldn't have been close to enough for this fit.
"You can go faster, Harry! Harder! Hit me!"
His palm swatted her arse from the side. The smack was almost deafening. Hestia's moan was equally loud.
"Faster!"
Harry put his back into it. He was in better shape than Hestia, yet his muscles were starting to burn and even protest the speed that he was going. The one part of him that wasn't complaining was his cock. It was one of the most delightful feelings he'd ever experienced, being shoved up inside Hestia's taut arse.
He grabbed onto her hips, digging his fingers into the material of her short skirt until he could feel the flesh underneath. Hestia opened her mouth and bit down on her own forearm. The penetration must have hurt, but the pleasure was worth it. Harry could hear her moans leaking out, rising in their volume.
He was standing up behind her, squatting to keep his crotch at the right height. By minute fifteen his thighs had turned to liquid fire. Sweat streamed off of every part of his skin, dripping from him to splatter on Hestia's blanket. They had never even gotten to the sheets, fucking right on top of the neatly-made bed. Harry puffed out a deep breath, knowing he would be sore in the morning. Not nearly as sore as Hestia, but still.
Tomorrow was an awfully long way away in Hestia's mind. Too far off to consider. All she could think about was the tide building in her crotch. Her moans got louder and lasted longer, turning into wail that would've fit in inside a haunted house.
"You— It— I'm cuuuuuummmmiiinnnnggg!"
There was a great flood, like a faucet turned all the way to the maximum. The dildo Harry crammed into her pussy at the start was spat out, launched into the bed with uncanny speed.
It quickly became clear what had dislodged it. Pleasure poured from Hestia's pussy as fifteen minutes of non-stop anal boiled over into one body-shaking orgasm. She shoved her shoulders up as if performing a pushup, whipping her head back until her short black hair was pressed against the base of her neck. Harry was treated to a view of her face, twisted up by so much pleasure she couldn't even keep her eyes open.
She wasn't the only one orgasming. Harry came at the same time she did. It was a much worse show. All that could be seen was a pause in his thrusts and a slight contraction around the base of his cock. Regardless, Hestia clearly felt it. Her eyes were alight with pleasure when she cracked them open. The way she looked at Harry could only be described as devotion.
Her body had more strength than he expected. She managed to turn over quickly, flopping down in the puddle of arousal she'd created. His dick popped out of her asshole as her legs looped around his lower back, squeezing until he came down on top of her.
Harry caught himself with his palms on the mattress, his pinkies brushing her ears. Hestia tilted her head to the side, a glorious smile playing across her lips.
"You're incredible," she said. "I don't just mean as a wizard, Harry. You make people believe in you. I know, that you know, that already. I think it's a great thing what you're doing, using yourself so that people don't lose hope. But this is war, and no one can do everything alone. Not even you. So trust us! Trust me. Trust Marlene. Trust Rosmerta. We'll do whatever you need. Whether it's dueling some nasty bad guy or blowing off stress, I'm your girl! I'm your girl. Please remember that."
Harry was still hard. Little tendrils of semen dripped away from his cockhead, dropping one at a time onto Hestia's skirt. Her pussy was right there, wet and inviting under almost any circumstances.
But when Harry leaned down, they shared a kiss that wouldn't end, and whittled the night away with dancing tongues, whispered words, and the knowledge that nothing had to be done alone.