It was the beginning of Harry Potter's seventh year at Hogwarts. The whole train ride to Hogwarts, Harry, Ron, and Hermione cried. It was very sad and depressing. Hogwarts was the only home Harry had ever really known, because the Dursleys didn't count because they sucked. Harry hated them so much.
Harry knew he was going to have the best last year ever! At the end of last year, he had defeated Voldemort after a long, bloody battle and he had imprisoned scores of death Eaters with the help of only a few aurors.
The Sorting was very long and drawn out. Just as Zygglebunckings, Joe was sorted into Slytherin, Harrys tummy growled. Just then as he lifted his fork to his mouth so he could eat his potatoes, the doors of the great hall swung open with a BANG! Every single head in the the great hall turned to look at what was causing the noisey commotion.
Her magnificent and glorious buety struck Harry at once. Her hair was shimmering mocha color with caramel and honey hilights, running rampant through every other strand. Her eyes sparkled with happiness and love, their brilliant blue sparkling brightly. Her soft, pink, rosey lips separated as she beamed at the school, her pearly white, straight teeth nearly blinding Harry. She was wearing A tight button up white shirt, so clear that the outline of her purple bra shone through. A few buttons had come undone at the top, showing glimpses of her sweet, shimmering orbs that completed her curvasious figure. Her skirt was of a shimmering azure that matchedc her eyese with perfection. It was tight, showing off her very round arse but long enough to not show any bit of the milky skin of her leg that lie beneath.
She walked with grace and poise towards the head table. Every step made her bottom swing nicely, much to the apriciations of every boy in the room. She called out to Dumbledore "So sorry, I missed the train and I had to apparate here." in a voice like the chiming of wind chimes on a breezy summer afternoon. "Quite alright" Dumbledore twinkled, taken aback by her beauty. As she reached the Sorting Hat, Dumbledore announced "Everyone this is Floramaria Fucyu (AN: It's fushu not how it looks!!1!) she just arrived here from Italy. Her parents died in the war so she has to attend Hogwarts now. Please give her a warm welcome!"
She sat down next to Harry after being sorted into Gryffindor. She smiled at him. "Bongiornio, I am Floramaria Ursela Fucyu. What is your name?"
In awe of her stunning gorgousnes, Harry could not speak one word. Just as he began to say his name, Ron beat him to it. "Hi! I'm Ronald Weasley. You can call me Ron of course, it's a pleasure to meat you! I'm so sorry that you had to come here because of your parents!" "Oh, si, it is fine. My parents died bravely. I have, how do you say… excepted it." "Harry Potter!!! I mean, I'm Harry Potter
Hermione glared in dislike. Her boyfriend was now flirting with the new girl. Taking a glance around the room, she realized how every boy stared at Floramaria. She already hated Floramaria.
The first class of the year was double Potions with Slytherin. Floramaria came into the class room ten minutes late. "Ms…Fucyu, do you not attend classes on time in Italy?" Snape asked her with an evil glare to his eyes.
"I was washing my hair, something you should try." The class gasped! Nobody insulted Snape with such a cocky attitude before! "200 points from Gryffindor! Now SIT!" Floramaria found her seat next to Draco Malfoy. Snape began his lesson while Floramaria found Draco's hand all of a sudden creeping up her silky, smooth, beautifully tanned leg. Today she had on a very miniscule and alluring black skirt with a rose-colored V-neck blouse that bared her midriff and much of her ample bosom. As he stared at her hypnotic cleavage, his hand stroked her alluring, toned thigh softly. He quickly relocated his manly hand to her forbidden fruit, discovering that she had already removed the black, silky thong he had glimpsed at breakfast under the griffindor table. He slid one finger into her moist, soft depth, gaining pleasure at the pleasure on her face and eyes. "Oh Draco," she moaned, sighing in pleasure "oh Floramaria he returned- as he slipped another finger in, allowing his thumb to stroke her even more forbidden fruit.
Harry glowered in envy as he observed Draco and Floramaria clearly getting to know each other way too well. Ron whispered "Man I'm getting so horny just looking at her" into his ear. He felt his rather large endowment become engorged and his pants suddenly were painfully pinching and taut. Honestly, you two," Hermioen said disapprovingly. "And Harry, your my boyfriend. Why don't you get like that when you loook at me!" she shouted. "Because you don't have a great rack like her," harry said without thinking. Hermioen sobbed. "Gods, your so immature!" she cried and fled from the room just as the bell rang to dismiss them. Harry knew he should run after Hermoine, but Ron was already on his way. Instead, Hary followed Floramaria as she headed to the libraray. "Floramaria he called out. Wait!" He pulled her into a cold stone alcove in the Hogwarts hall at the end and then kissed her passionately, freeing his large frim maschulinity and rubbing it on her smooth, alluring legs. "Oh, Harry she breathed, lowering her hands to grasp his throbbing log, sqeezing and pulling in such a way that Harry could hardly contain himself. He ripped open her blouce, tossing it aside and showring her breasts which were covered in a black lace bra with kisses. Then they had wild, passionate sex four times before proceeding to the Gryffindor common room hand in hand.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Harry yelled as he watched his girlfriend Hermionee ride his best friend's Ron's swelled shaft wildly and passionately upon the floor of the Common room. Both were sweating profusely, buck naked, and screaming out their names and groaning like animals. Before Harry could stop them, Ginny and Luna Lovegood came down the stairs from the girls rooms. "AAAAAH!!!1!" they screamed.
Luna tackled Hermione with the force of a linebacker and pinned her down. "YOU HORE! HE'S MINE!" she punched Hermione and then yanked Ron up off the floor. Nobody touched her bofriend. "Ron! You are my boyfriend! Why are you shagging her!"
"What are you doing herre?" he yelled. "Erm..I…was… um, studying with Ginny." "NO! STOP WITH ALL THE LIES! Ginny yelled.
"You see, Luna and I are lovers. We've been having sex for the past year, and now it's time yuou all new we are in love!"
"Ginny, you're a lezzo?" "The politically correct term is lesbian or homosexual RONALD."
Harry and Hermione decided to continue to go out and Ron said they would never have sex again, not to Harry's knowledge at least. Floramaria took Ron to the Room of Requierement to cheer him up (A/N HAHA "cheer him up"…haha "up") and Luna and Ginny continued their lezzo sex in Ginny's room.
Hermione strolled along the edge of the forbiddan forrest, taking in the awe and wonder of the woods. She took a deep breath of the calm clean air when she heard a familiar voice behind her. "Hello Hermione Draco Malfoy called out in a suave, debonair, melodious voice. She turned around, a witty insult already formed in her head but stopped short at the sight of his tight leather pants. (AN Leatherpants!Draco…HOT) "Draco… I mean Malfoy." "Hello, Hermione. I have decided now that my father, Luicios, no longer has control of me that I can embrace my own fashion desires. Do you like my… pants?" With no response, she kissed him, passionately, engulfing his mouth with hers. She pushed him to the ground, straddled him, and took him inside her in the bright daylight. They made mad, passionate love.
Hermione went to bed that night in the Head Gril dormitory, across the hall from Draco. At 2:07 am, she heard the door open and Draco walk in. Without a word, he covered her mouth with his, straddled her lap, and massaged her breast. Oh, Draco" she moaned as he moved his mouth lower to her already wet, moist, and damp, sex. "Before I do this for you, I have a surprise." he said as Floramaria walked into the room. "Okay, what do I do? she asked.
"GET OUT!" Hermione yelled at Draco. She threw him out of her bedroom with a swift kick of her foot. "I'm sorry he just told me to come here and I would get some pleasure." Floramaria cried, her shimmering cerulean eyes now brimming with shiny tears.
"It's alright, there there" Hermione consoled her, standing up and embracing Floramaria. Hermione, who sleeps in the complete nude, lead Floramaria to the bed and kissed her passionately. Floramaria, though surprised at first, quickly returned her kiss with passion to match hers. They proceeded to fill the night with wild, passionate sex, there cries filling the air. Draco, angry and jealous that he was not a part of it, masterbated himself to sleep.
There was much less sex for a couple weeks, because Draco told Hermiony and Floramaria that their studies should be their first priority. Unbeknownst to Draco, Hermione and Floramaria still had sex, just not with him. They had sex with each other, Harry, Ron, and at times threesomes with Harry or Ron.
"How dare you!" Draco screamed as he walked in on Harry fucking Harmione and Floramaria one day. They had a big row, and Hermione stormed off in a fit of anger. She was passing the dungeons when Crabbe went ambleing bye. "You, you're friends with Draco, right? Want to have sex?" Hermione asked him. This would be the perfect way to get revenge on Draco for ruining her sex with Floramaria and Harry. Crabbe, bewildered and interested at the same time, followed her as she dragged him to the Room of Requirement. She couldn't wait to see the look of shock on Draco's face when Crabbe told him that she had sex with him.