I don't own any of these characters...I might one day if I weasle my way into J.K. Rowling's will.
Author's Note - I started this story thinking of a pair that had never been done and now it has turned into a long crazy romp with twists and turns at every corner!! Enjoy.
It was a warm night. So warm in fact, nobody was wearing clothing. The halls of
Hogwarts were filled with the scent of naked bodies and nobody was loving it more than
Lord Voldemort because he was responsible for the extra heat that forced everyone out of
their robes. He also snuck in during dinner and with the stolen invisibility cloak he put a
potion into everybody's drink. This was not your ordinary potion. It was none other than
Gratuitous Sexificus potion. Yes thanks to Lord Voldemort everyone was naked and
horny as all get out. He sneered at the fun that was to begin.
In his Tom Riddle disguise, he cruised the halls for his first fling because he found the pornographer's stone that would allow him to live forever if he could gain enough sexual energy or something like that. Anyway, he soon found his way to Dumbledore's office where he locked eyes with the sorting hat. There was an intense connection that instantly sparked and Voldemort felt he was the victim of a strong and sexy spell that beckoned him closer and closer to his would-be lover. He felt that the hat knew everything about him and that it was peering into his soul. The sorting hat had never known a dark lord's touch and shuddered at the lustful gaze of Voldemort. There was a moment of hesitation that was soon interrupted by the words that flowed forth from Voldemort's lips like velvet, chocolate, and other sensual crap.
"Well well, what have we here? The sorting hat? Why don't you sort me?"
The sorting hat knew that this temptation was too strong to avoid and moaned in anticipation as lord voldemort's fingers gingerly caressed his brim. Just as the hat felt Lord Voldemort would allow it to bask in the glow of an intense hat orgasm, the tender teasing stopped and was replaced by rough groping as the hat was placed directly upon Voldemort's head. As Voldemort's head penetrated the hat's inner core the flames of their passion ignited to a level that not even the deepest pits of hell had known. Just as the dark lord and the hat were one, Voldemort abruptly tore the hat from its pleasurable perch. He repeated this action; on, off, on, off, on, off. He kept this torture up until he reached an agonizingly fast pace and as both felt the waves of unadulterated pleasure crash down upon them Voldemort, in a low and sensual voice, asked "So how have I been sorted"
The hat looked longingly at its lover and knew that there was only one way to define the warm body that had just given the sorting hat the greatest moment of its life. "You're not Gryffindor, nor are you Hufflepuff, Slytherin or Ravenclaw. You are Soul Mate"
to be continued!!!