Yes, eventually

"We're here," announced Hermione with a smile.

"Please take out the wand, Harry," begged Ginny, almost at her breaking point, in juxtaposition to the cheerful demeanours of her friends. "I can't take it any more..."

Looking at the girl's freckled face screwed up in half-pleasure half-discomfort, Harry took pity on her, and withdrew the elm shaft. As he muttered, "Scourgify," Ginny breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, at least you'll enjoy the bath now," Luna offered, as Hermione led them into the prefect's bathroom. Since it was the middle of the day, the pool-sized basin was empty, both of water and students. Hermione turned on a selection of taps with a practised ease, and soon tempting aromas of lavender and coconut and raspberry were billowing from the multicoloured liquid.

The four teenagers discarded what remained of their clothes, and eagerly climbed in, each making noises of grateful relief as they submerged themselves in the hot froth.

"I forgot how great this place was," remarked Harry to Hermione, who was sitting in the shallow end, happily soaking.

"It might be even better than you remember," chuckled the brunette, nodding to the two nude girls who had joined them. Even as she said it, Luna waded towards her, an expression on her face that seemed to be half-innocent, half-predatory. As the pool's base rose into the shallows, the blonde girl switched to crawling on all fours, her beautiful breasts swinging enticingly beneath her chest. Before Hermione knew it, her friend's lips were tenderly touching her own, in a sweet, gentle kiss. It soon grew more passionate, Hermione's hands clasping behind Luna's neck seemingly of their own accord, and now Luna's tongue was dabbing her lips, searching for a way in. Hermione gladly welcomed it, losing herself in the kiss, feeling like she was in paradise.

It got even better when Luna's hand found its way between Hermione's legs, and began gently rubbing her labia. Despite the heat around her, shivers of excitement ran the length of Hermione's body.

"The normality charm didn't work on you, did it?" stated Hermione.

"Of course not," smiled Luna brightly. "The dirigible plums I wear are excellent at helping the wearer accept the extraordinary."

"So you're okay with all of this - OH yes, that's it."

Luna sat down, so she was straddling Hermione's legs, Hermione's nipples electrifying her mind as they brushed against Luna's. She curiously scanned the dreamy smile on the pretty blonde's face, feeling their hot breath mingling in the inches between them.

"Of course I am," chirped Luna, giving her a quick peck on the lips. "Back home we have a very different attitude to sex. Something has obviously happened to you and Harry, but I'm really quite happy with the way it's turning out."

Hermione gasped as she felt a slender finger suddenly slide into her pussy, then leaned forwards to press her mouth onto Luna's, letting one of her hands drift down to reciprocate the attention she was getting.

Next to them, Harry had already bent Ginny over the rim of the pool, and started fucking her at his favourite pace: maximum. He savoured the sight of the redhead's slender body shaking with every thrust of his hips, her tits sliding easily along the slick tiles. High-pitched, wordless cries of pleasure regularly escaped her mouth, muffled against the floor.

"You're just a big whore, aren't you Ginny?" Harry growled at her. "Ever since eight years ago, you wanted me so, so badly. How does it feel to get what you always wanted?"

Ginny managed to raise her head slightly, to let out a more prolonged moan, before her voice caught and she collapsed, orgasming. Harry took that as his cue to take her hips and start leveraging against them, forcing his cock right down to bump against her cervix, to Ginny's whimpers of pain. After a few more seconds Ginny managed to gather the mental capacity to glance back at him and whisper a few words.

"Got... a class... soon..."

Harry paused, laughing at her. "You're saying you want me to go harder?"

Ginny blinked at him for a moment. Then, tears leaking from her eyes, slowly nodded her head.

"Well, you asked for it slut," snorted Harry, reaching for his wand. "Engorgio phallustra."

Before he knew it, he felt Ginny's fairly well-used pussy growing almost unbearably tight around his shaft. Well, that's what it felt like. As he backed off from her, he gradually revealed a cock that had grown to the girth of a drinks can, and long enough that he couldn't pull it all the way out of her without letting go of her hips. So he didn't, instead grabbing her ginger hair and pulling himself right back into her, feeling her flesh being cleaved by his behemoth, stretching her beyond her limits. Ginny's eyes rolled back in her head, which lolled against the tension from her hair. Harry accelerated back to his previous pace, ruining his girlfriend's insides as he **** his flagpole into her again and again. He couldn't help but grin as ecstasy spread across her face, drool dripping down her chin to mix with bathwater they were sloshing over the tiles. Trying to hold back the growing pressure in his balls, he pushed down on the small of her back with a hand, emphasising the curve of her peachy butt. He felt her muscles trying to contract around him, as she writhed under his grip in a massive orgasm. It was all Harry needed to explode into his personal whore's womb, pumping her with semen until there was a slight bulge to her usually flat belly.