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Hermione was anxious for tonight. Maybe a little more nervous than her dates with the Slytherin men. If this was going to be a sexy girl’s night then she would be by herself with a group of women for the first time. While she knew a little better how to treat a woman in bed, she was still relatively new at exploring a woman’s body that wasn’t her own.

And if this was a regular girl’s night, then she would be spending it with women who were expected to be her best friends. She liked them all very much of course, especially when they were touching her. And of course she had no problem with forming deeper, emotional bonds with them, in fact, she wanted it. It was the pressure that was really getting to her. She knew how to handle men in a relationship, but she was clueless to women. Funny, considering she was one.

She jumped as the clock struck six o’clock. She had half an hour until she was supposed to floo over to Pansy’s. She jumped again when a pair of arms wrapped around her. She deflated, melting into Draco’s touch.
“You’re awfully jumpy. Are you nervous about your girl’s night?” She could feel the smirk against her neck as he dragged soft kisses toward her ear.

“A little.” She confessed. His hands lightly rubbed the length of her arms soothingly.
“You worry too much, love. You’ll have a great time, I’m sure.” She could hear the implication in his deep, sexy voice. He ran his hands down her curves as he ground his semi-hard erection into her arse. She couldn’t help the little moan that escaped. Draco stepped away, ending his teasing, as she whirled around, ready to jump him.

He chuckled lightly, his hands holding her at bay, “save it for tonight sweetheart. I have explicit instructions to not ‘fuck you senseless’.” She pouted as he laughed at the adorable face she was making. He pulled her in an embrace and nipped her bottom lip before tugging on her curls.
“I’m going out to the Leaky with Theo. Have fun, Darling.” He pecked her cheek and swatted her arse for encouragement.

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Hermione arrived at Pansy’s at half 6 sharp, dressed in a simple, but sexy black cocktail dress. As she came through the floo, Pansy pounced. Hermione nearly fell to the ground as the tall, thin witch enveloped her in an intimate embrace.
“Hermione, darling,” she cooed into her ear, “I cannot wait to get my hands on you tonight.” She nipped Hermione’s ear and stepped away, letting her right herself.

“I-” Hermione was cut off by the lilting voice of Astoria.
“Don’t you dare scare her off Pansy! I’ve looked forward to this for weeks!” Hermione blushed as Astoria stormed the receiving room in mock outrage. Pansy giggled.

“My deepest apologies, Tori. I’ll back off…” The dark haired witch shot Hermione a sinful look, “… For now.” Hermione swallowed. Astoria took her hand and lead her to Pansy’s drawing room where Daphne waited for them.

Hermione eased into their company as they sipped wine, shared embarrassing stories about their husbands and each other. Hermione was sporting a nice buzz when Astoria announced they were going to play a game. She sat up, nervous again. ‘What kind of game?’

“The game is called, “Task Manager”. It’s a muggle game a friend taught me.” Hermione’s eyebrows shot up in interest.

“Each round one of us is the Task Manager. The Task Manager gives everyone a task to complete. If you fail to do the task, you take a drop of Veritaserum with a shot of Fire whiskey. The Task Manager also has to complete the task they’ve given to everyone else, but doesn’t get the punishment if they fail.” Hermione gulped. She wasn’t sure what these women might make her do.

“If you refuse to do a challenge you have to take a shot of Veritaserum and chug a glass of Fire Whiskey.” Well, at least Hermione had options.
“The current Task Manager chooses the next at the end of their round. The game goes until at least everyone has been Task Manager once. The tasks can come at any time during the night.”

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They settled themselves in a wide circle on the floor. Shoes abandoned, everyone seemed comfortable and like they had no problem sitting on the floor in a dress. Everyone except Hermione, who was thankful for the sticking charms she’d cast before flooing over.

The women decided Astoria should be the first Task Manager since she suggested the game. Astoria beamed, having already planned on going first and what her task would be.
“Everyone has 10 minutes from the time you leave through the floo to bring back one of your best girl friends.” Pansy and Daphne hopped up to race toward the floo.

Hermione, still gathering herself off the floor, panicked.
“Wait! What about the wards?” She knew she was added to the list of people allowed through the floo network, but what about other people?

“Don’t worry, Granger,” Pansy called in her teasing tone. I’ve dropped most of the wards for tonight. It should be fine.” Pansy stepped into the floo and called, “Montague Estate”.

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Hermione raced through the Potters’ floo.
“Ginny! Ginny! Are you busy?” Ginny rounded the corner into the living room.
“What’s wrong?” she frowned in concern at the out of breath witch.
“Nothing’s wrong, but we’re having this girl’s night and we’re playing this game. I have,” she looked at her watch, “eight minutes to come back with one of my best girl friends.”

Ginny beamed at Hermione.
“I’m your best girl friend, really?” Hermione smiled at the sentimental witch.
“Who else, you daft bint?” Ginny snickered at that.
“Harry!” she hollered, “I’m going out with Hermione. No idea when I’ll be in. Don’t wait up. Love you!” Hermione heard the faintest, “m’kay. Love you!” as she and Ginny stepped into the fireplace.

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The women sat back down on the floor, a bigger circle now with the newcomers. Everyone except Pansy had succeeded the task. Pansy brought Tracy Montague nee Davis, but had been three minutes late.

“How many more times can I apologize, Pansy? I was in the middle of putting my daughter to bed!” Pansy, still grumbling, took her shot of Fire whiskey and her drop of Veritaserum.
“Why are you so upset?” Tracy didn’t think about how fast acting Veritaserum was.

“I don’t want to scare off Weasley and Lovegood with how much I want to fuck them. Or piss off Hermione with how much I want to fuck them.” Pansy froze on her last word, then slowly turned to face the rest of the circle. Luna had her dreamy, nonplussed look on her face, as usual, but smiled warmly. Ginny licked her lips, eyeing Pansy like a full coarse meal, and Hermione blushed, then overcoming the awkward moment, laughed.

Pansy seemed rather uncomfortable until Hermione crawled over to Pansy’s spot and gave her a soft kiss, ending it with a bite to the embarrassed witch’s bottom lip. As Hermione retreated backwards to her spot, Pansy gave her a look that said, ‘I’ll be the one biting later’.

Pansy turned her attention to Daphne’s friend, Nancy Carey, a Ravenclaw from Luna’s year. “Not that you’re not gorgeous dear. I’ve just had my eye on them a long time.” Pansy winked at the well endowed, blonde bombshell. Nancy blushed a pretty pink, unsure if she was uncomfortable or curious. It seemed Nancy didn’t know what tonight entailed.

“Daphne?!” Astoria picked up on it too. Daphne laughed them off.
“I didn’t go into great detail about tonight, but told her if it got too intense for her she could leave without judgment. It’s been months since she’s been out of her house and tonight is the perfect night to change that.” Luna looked at the woman with kind eyes.

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out Nancy, but I think you’ll see that misfortune is often the precursor to fortune. In fact it should be in about…” Luna stared at the ceiling in thought for a moment, “six days. Give or take a day.” The Slytherin women eyed her curiously and suspiciously. Nancy blinked a few moments then chuckled.

“I shared a dorm room with you for too long to not take you seriously. Thank you, Luna. I hope you’re right.” She looked around the circle to confused expressions. Daphne looked bewildered. As far as Nancy had told her, only four people knew about her predicament, Luna Lovegood had not been one of them.

“But, that’s not our business. I was told we were playing a game.” Luna had a weird, but positive energy. Only she could over step on a mysterious personal matter and swiftly and seamlessly change the subject.
“Yes, right,” Astoria started. She explained the rules of Task Manager to the newcomers. Everyone agreed to play.

“Alright, I choose Hermione to be the next Task Manager. You can give the task whenever you like.”
“I’ll do it now. I don’t have much of an imagination I’m afraid.” Astoria smirked while Daphne and Pansy smiled like a couple of Cheshire Cats.

“Oh, Hermione, I’ve witnessed your imagination first hand,” she said with a wink as the other women laughed good-naturedly. Hermione, tinted in shades of pinks and reds stuttered out, “ta-take off one article of clothing.” Ginny and the Slytherins rolled their eyes almost in synchronicity. She had warned them she wasn’t very good at this.

As most of the girls were wearing dresses, most of them were forced to take off their panties. Hermione stood to take hers off as well, cursing herself mentally that she couldn’t come up with any other task.

Ginny and Pansy decided to take off their dresses instead of their panties. Luna wore a skirt instead of a dress and decided to rid herself of her shirt. Hermione was shocked by the ample breasts Luna had been hiding.

Everyone looked back at Hermione expectantly.
“Oh, right, um. I choose Nancy to be the next Task Manager.” Nancy looked relieved that she had been named early on in the night.

“I’ll go ahead and do mine too. Um… Give the person to your right one helpful tip for the bedroom.” ‘Damn, that was a good one.’ Hermione leaned in toward Luna, absolutely not even thinking about taking advantage of the view of her cleavage.

“Two tips for giving good blowjobs… Act like you’re massaging his penis with your throat and you have to actually enjoy giving blowjobs or the first tip doesn’t really work.” Luna beamed at her.
“Thank you, Hermione. That is good advice.” Hermione smiled in return. She was really glad Luna was here to help calm her nerves.

She jumped then as Ginny started whispering in her left ear.
“Some men love it when you straddle them, but when they are completely sheathed, they prefer you sit still and warm their cock.”

“I know what cock warming is, Ginny.”
“The real bit of advice I have for you is that Harry really enjoys it.” Hermione blanched at the thought.
“I don’t need that bit of advice, Gin.” Ginny’s eyes flashed with something Hermione couldn’t identify. She swallowed, her nerves worked up again.

She tuned back into the group as Luna had been named the next Task Manager.
“I know we can assign the tasks as we want, but I’m having so much fun. Everyone hand your bra to the person on your left.”

She led by example, unsnapping her bra and handing it to Hermione. She gawked at Luna’s gorgeous tits before recovering, feeling shame.
“You can look, Hermione. I chose this task because I want you all to look. And I want to see.” Her gaze trailed to Pansy at the second part of her statement.

Pansy licked her lips in a predatory gesture. She held the witch’s gaze as she herself unsnapped her bra and handed it to Daphne. Luna, Pansy, and Ginny were now topless. The others took their bras off inside their dresses and let them fall out to hand to the person on their right.

“And I’ll name Tracy as the next Task Manager.”
“Okay. Let the person to your left play chicken with any body part. If you flinch you fail the task.” Hermione turned to Luna. She gave her a shy smile as she held out her index finger, slowly moving toward her right breast. She slowly circled Luna’s areola before flicking her erect nipple.

Luna just smiled back in response, but there was something new in Luna’s eyes Hermione had never seen before. Hunger. Hunger for her. Hermione jumped at least a few inches off the ground as Ginny’s hand slid up her thigh. She shot Ginny a cold look as she took a drop of Veritaserum and downed her shot.

Tracy named Daphne the next Task Manager.
“Thoroughly feel up the friend you brought tonight and vice versa.” At this Nancy stood.
“Well, it’s been fun really, but I’m not ready for the direction this is going. No judgment to you all!” She addressed the room, “But I’m just not into this. Its been fun. Thank you so much for inviting me.” With that she left the room for the floo.

Astoria shot Daphne a look, but turned her attention to Luna for the task. Hermione was already shaking her head.
“No, sorry. Don’t think I can do it.” She took the drop and her shot. Ginny smiled mischievously.
“Why not?”

Ginny started caressing Hermione’s leg, moving back up to her thigh.
“Be-Because you- you’re my best girl friend. I- I don’t want things to be weird.” Ginny gave Hermione a little mercy as she dropped her wandering hands.

After Daphne took her drop and shot, as she absolutely failed the challenge and as punishment for deceiving Nancy, she named Ginny the next Task Manager. Smiling wickedly at Hermione, Ginny addressed Pansy.

“Do you have any brooms here?” Fear was evident on Hermione’s face. Everyone here knew how much she hated flying. Ginny was being cruel.
“Accio Firebolt!” Pansy called.

A minute later the broom landed swiftly in Pansy’s awaiting hand and she handed it to Ginny.
“You know I’m going to refuse whatever the task is.”
“I was only going to say you have to hover three feet up for three minutes.” Hermione eyed the red headed witch suspiciously.

“Three feet up for just three minutes?” Ginny nodded and smiled a little too sweetly.
“Okay, fine.” Hermione got up to stand. Ginny also stood.
“Really? You promise?” Ginny held out her pinkie. Hermione had shown her the muggle tradition and told her it was for serious business.

Surely Ginny wouldn’t abuse the pinkie promise. It wasn’t actually a hard task. Hermione, assuming Ginny didn’t think her capable of even hovering on a broom, held out her pinkie and thanked Merlin she got off easy on this task.

Ginny’s sweet smile turned wicked in that instant.
“Evaenscet!” Ginny called as she pointed her wand at Hermione. Hermione’s last line of defense, her dress, disappeared with a pop.

Hermione looked balefully at Ginny as she slowly made her way to the broom. Ginny charmed it to hover at three feet. Hermione swung her right leg over the broom. She let her legs dangle at the sides. The pressure on her clit was different, but already making her wet. The smooth wood felt incredible.

Just as she was getting used to the idea of straddling it for three minutes, Ginny positioned herself laying down on the floor underneath. Ginny’s stomach was even with Hermione’s cunt. Before Hermione could ask what Ginny was doing she felt the broom begin to vibrate.

She clung to the broom for dear life as a mini orgasm was pulled from her. She couldn’t help the yip she released from the shock of it. Hermione glared at the witch below her in equal amounts rage and terror. Ginny stared back with unabashed appreactiation at Hermione’s glistening cunt and her round, perky breasts.

Hermione was panting and shaking. It had to have at least been two minutes. She looked hopefull, pleadingly at Ginny. Astoria caught her look.
“Its only been 40 seconds. I’ve been counting.”

She nearly fell off the broom. As she steadied herself, the smooth wood rubbed her clit at just the right angle. She came hard, looking straight into Ginny’s eyes. Ginny could see Hermione’s puffy lips, glistening in her release. She licked her lips reveling in the witch above her.

The other women in the room sat enthralled with the show. Everyone except Pansy.
“Everyone take a bloody drop of Veritaserum and a shot. The rest of us forfeit. Now I’m Task Manager and I say its time for a fucking orgy.”

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“You better keep riding that broom, Granger,” Pansy warned the writhing witch when she tried to dismount, “the show doesn’t end until you come one more time. Like you mean it.” Hermione, her embarrassment being completely overtaken by the need to come, started grinding against the smooth broom handle.

Ginny leaned up to lick at the juices dripping onto the broom. Hermione whimpered at the sight. Pansy claimed Hermione’s right tit and Ginny rose to claim her left. Pansy favored licking her nipple to a point and pinching it between her fingers while Ginny bit, sucked, and pulled on her left nipple. The different stimulation threw her over the edge and she released with a cry.

Ginny dragged her from the broom. Hermione landed on top of her on the floor as Pansy sent the broom away. Ginny weaved her fingers into Hermione’s hair pulling her in for a snog. Her expert tongue worked in time with Hermione’s as the witches held each other. Ginny flipped Hermione over on her back to straddle her. Her tongue made one more trip around Hermione’s mouth before she descended down her body.

Hermione bucked at the feel of Ginny’s sharp tongue exploring her entrance. She trailed the tip in between her folds, up to circle her clit and dot it on the way back down, repeating the process. Hermione was slowly unraveling. As soon as she relaxed into the pattern, Ginny switched it up, diving her tongue into her folds, wildly.

Hermione gripped Ginny by the back of her hair, willing her tongue deeper. She rubbed against her best friend’s face and rode out her third orgasm of the night. Hermione released her. Ginny snaked her way back up Hermione’s body to give her a taste of her own arousal. Hermione groaned into the kiss. Ginny pulled back to give her a chance to breathe.

“I’ve been thinking about that for years, you sexy witch.” Hermione gaped at her friend. Years? Just then Tracy crawled over.
“Is this seat taken?” She asked, hovering over Hermione’s face.
“It actually is my turn, but if you’d like to get in line, her pussy could take another go round, yeah Hermione?” Hermione stared at Ginny wide eyed. Yes, she needed to taste her right now. And Merlin, Tracy was a beautiful witch. She wouldn’t be opposed to riding her tongue.

Tracy smiled and crawled over Hermione, her arse practically in Hermione’s face, as she started going down on her. Hermione’s breath hitched as Tracy worked her magic on her clit. She didn’t know what the woman was doing, but Merlin, it felt good. Ginny straddled Hermione’s face and reached up to finger Tracy’s pussy.

Tracy moaned into her cunt, sending vibrations through her channel. Hermione grabbed Ginny’s hips, moving her against her face, delving her tongue as deep as she could over and over. If Ginny was so adamant to cross this line, she could at least go all in and thoroughly ruin their friendship. Ginny rocked faster and faster. She finger fucked Tracy to the pace Hermione’s tongue was fucking her. The witch kept suckling and moaning against her clit.

Ginny used her free hand to grab Hermione’s tit. Using the position to her advantage, she lightly pinched and twisted the erect bud. Hermione moaned so loudly, she made Ginny squirt her juices all over her face. Hermione’s hips canted upwards, shoving Tracy’s tongue from her clit into the entrance of her pussy. Hermione came with a loud cry as she continued to lick up Ginny’s juices.

Hermione felt Ginny being suddenly wrenched from her face. She saw Pansy standing above her, staring heatedly at Ginny. It’s my turn with you, Red.” Ginny smiled as if it were Pansy who were actually her prey and not the other way around.
“Liked the show, did you?” Pansy growled as she flung Ginny into a chair. She dropped to her knees. Hermione’s attention was taken by Tracy who had scoot backward, her cunt hovering, once again, over her face.

“I think I’ve been pretty patient.” Hermione eagerly leaned up to lick the woman who’s mouth had brought her so much pleasure. She wondered how she got so good at it. She was, Hermione had assumed until tonight, a straight, monogamous, married woman. Hermione felt something cold prodding her entrance open. A sudden buzzing noise filled the air and she jerked her hips. Her body was at war between wanting the stimulation and running from the tickles the vibrating shot through her lower regions.

Then a soft tongue joined the vibrator, smoothly and slowly exploring her clit. Hermione moaned into Tracy. She didn’t even know which witch was licking her. It didn’t feel like someone she had experience with. Luna, she suddenly realized. Luna’s tongue was nothing like the other women who had went down on her. Not that any of them were exactly the same, but Luna had a much different, more gentle technique. At least with her tongue. The vibrator was really intense with everything going on around her.

Tracy grabbed hold of both of Hermione’s tits as she rolled her hips, playing with them, using them for balance to fuck her face. Luna moved the vibrator just a tick, while she clamped her mouth around Hermione’s clit, sucking punishingly, a direct contrast to her gentle method. Hermione screamed into Tracy’s pussy.

Tracy bounced on her face for another minute before she came. Hermione licked up the release spilling from her. She never thought she would enjoy that particular part of a woman so much. As Tracy crawled away to join Astoria and… Hermione was confused to see Nancy being taken care of by Daphne and Astoria. A look of pure bliss on her face. Apparently she really had wanted this. She understood how intimidating it could be. She must have come back through the floo.

Luna removed the vibrator suddenly. Hermione’s hips bucked at the loss. Her pussy was tingling from the overuse. Luna smiled warmly at Hermione as she took another object off the floor beside her. Hermione’s pupils dilated in awe and want at the huge double sided pink dildo Luna held at her entrance. Hermione wanted to bottle the memory of the look on Luna’s face as she impaled herself on one side of the dildo.

As soon as she got it about a quarter of the way in, she lined the other end up to Hermione’s dripping cunt. Luna sank the dildo farther into the both of them as she seated herself on Hermione’s lap. The women moaned in unison. Luna took her time slowly moving her clit against Hermione’s. Hermione’s breath hitched at the contact.

Steadily, Luna increased her speed until a few minutes later she was bouncing up and down, crashing against Hermione’s hips. Hermione mewled as Luna bent down to capture her stiff peak into her mouth. The suction of the blonde witch’s lips caused Hermione to cry out, rolling her eyes to the back of her head. As her vision returned, she saw yet another witch awaiting her mouth.

Daphne and Ginny were helping a blissed out Nancy seat herself on Hermione’s face. She moaned into the girl’s wet pussy, savoring the sweet taste. Nancy bucked against her tongue. Crying out in pleasure. Ginny and Daphne giggled.
“I told you Granger was the one you wanted to face fuck. She’s so fucking good at it. It was hard to believe she’d never done it before joining the group.”

Hermione moaned into Nancy as the praise worked her into an eager frenzy. Luna guided Nancy’s hands to Hermione’s breasts, showing her how to anchor herself. Then Luna surged forward, going back in forth between Nancy’s bobbing tits, licking and biting the flesh. This caused her to sink the dildo further into Hermione. Hermione clenched around the rubber cock, using the vibrations of her screams to help Nancy over the edge.

Luna continued to fuck herself against her. The dildo wriggling inside Hermione and pulling yet another orgasm from her. Luna rubbed her clit against Hermione’s bucking mound as she crashed with her. The witches moaned. The vibrations set Nancy off on a little after shock. Shortly after recovering, Nancy was pulled from Hermione to experience another witch.

Hermione did end up in many other positions as the night progressed. She herself helping Nancy explore a woman’s pussy. She rode her face until Nancy’s cries had her bouncing on her tongue, coming all over her face. Hermione rose after taking a moment to recenter herself. Nancy looked up in admiration at the witches surrounding her.

“That’s it. I’m definitely into witches.” The girls giggled, glad they could help the girl come out. They took more turns with her and ended up crashing in exhaustion in a near dog pile. Limbs and hair strewn over the other women. Hermione ended up with her legs tangled in Luna’s, one arm being cuddled by Ginny, and the other stretched up, Nancy holding her wrist as Daphne cuddled up behind her. Hermione started to drift. Her last thoughts were her laughing at herself. How could she be so nervous for tonight when it ended up being so bloody fantastic.

That’s how their men found them. Theo and Draco had big grins on their faces. They were glad they invited Potter to pick up his wife. The look on his face was priceless. They were sure they would be hearing from the Potters very soon. Blaise had arrived with Neville, who eyed the pile of women with hunger. His eyes falling to Luna, entangled in Hermione, they softened as he took his wand and slowly, gently untangled her limbs from the women around her.

She floated into his arms, a blanket appearing and wrapping itself around her. Neville looked to the Slytherin men.
“Thank your witches for taking care of mine. I’ll write you this week after we’ve talked.” Blaise and Draco nodded in acknowledgment. Theo just kept his big grin intact. Neville carried his wife out of the room toward the floo.

The remaining men looked at their beautiful women, sated from their sapphic game. They looked at each other. Damn, were they lucky.