Warnings for smut. F/f, M/m, f/m. ️
"All Hogwarts students are to return to Hogwarts or face expulsion. As heartened as we all are that you're willing to fight for what you believe in...the wizarding world will not survive another way." Snape announced.
"You can't force us to do this! I'm not ready to have children! We will not comply. Respect that or -as Pansy so politely put it- eat my bloody shorts." Dumbledore door wrinkled his nose at me.
"Very well. We cannot and will not make you reproduce, I expect that you will deal with the consequences of your decision?" His eyes twinkled with pride as he beheld Pansy and I standing together, hand in hand.
"We won't. We're going to fight this Professor. I'm sorry." That was Pansy. Again his eyes twinkled and his lips twitched in a barely contained smile.
"Very well. You've twisted my arm, use the order however you see fit. I expect to see you all in breakfast tomorrow morning." With a crack he and the other professors apparated away.
"That went well." I giggled.
We packed up shop, mounted our brooms, and flew back to Hogwarts.
***pansy
For the first time we felt loved. We as in all of Slytherin. Weaselbee and Granger frequently visited the Slytherin table and that encouraged the rest of Hogwarts to treat us like -dare I admit it- people. Granted...these weren't social visits and no one went as far as to say others were friendly but for once I didn't have to make myself feel important. The breakfast owls knocked me out of my reverie, a flashy emerald package fell beside my porridge. Again I was the subject of whispering, with a smile I peeled off the flashy wrapping. Three smaller gifts appeared, all three of them decked in dazzling crimson wrapping.
In his day, Dumbledore was a Slytherin, no doubt about that. The use of the order had a price. Inter house relations. So Hermione and I came up with an idea. For the upcoming ball we all bought a piece of someone's ensemble.
The dress was a deep violet with a plunging neckline that accented what cleavage I did have. The gown would pool around my feet like melted violets. In the first red box was a dazzling silver hair pin, this was Hermiones pick. The second box was a pair of silver strap heels, that was from Potter. Last, but not least was a cute silver owl. The topaz jewels of its eyes didn't match the hair pin or the dress, but I was resigned to wear it regardless.
I watched owls drop their loads over at the Gryffindor table. Hermione would drop dead when she saw what I bought her. I watched the three scoop up their bounty and haul it to out table. I didn't miss Draco's admiring glance at the curly haired witch, but didn't have time to comment. Weaselbee popped down in front of me with a cave man like grunt.
"Did you like the necklace?"
"I told him it doesn't match," Hermione interjected.
"Chubaka's right. It doesn't match."
"You know Star Wars?" Her mouth hung open before she made a disturbingly girly noise.
"Down lassie. I watched it once, darkest days of my life and it won't happen again." Before he even realized what he was saying the fool spoke.
"I'll watch it with you."
She turned to meet the platinum haired wizard, then a grin crossed her face, "deal."
Both her and Potter turned to their boxes, opening the red ones first. Ron had given Hermione a pair of red pumps and I hoped against hope that the dress was black. Harry gifted her a sparkling anklet, the infinity sign made to be pressed flushed against her ankle. I saw her go beet red when she opened my gift. Harry and Ron both turned several shades of purple before turning away. Draco fist bumped me under the table.
All that was left was Draco's gift. She pulled the dress from the box to admire it. Knowing him it was the finest silk, that was undeniable. The back plunged scandalously and the slit on the side of the obsidian dress reached her upper thigh.
"I can't wear this," she hissed, "I'd look... I'd look..."
"Sexy?" I supplied.
"Damn good?" Ron helped.
"Goddess like?" Harry interjected.
"Breathtaking?" Draco breathed. She blushed deeper.
"I was thinking 'slutty'." She huffed.
"The masses have spoken love." I grinned.
"Nice dress," Weaslette interjected, "who's responsible for that?"
"My wallet and Blaise's taste." Id grown so accustomed to the blondes smug smiles that I was nearly blown away by the over all genuineness of this one. Maybe these Gryffindors weren't so bad.
***Hermione
His smile took my breath away. What a stupid thing to think. He couldn't take my breath. It wasn't possible, yet here I was. Breathless. His smile was crooked and the corners of his eyes crinkled.
So he had a nice smile and nice hair and flawless skin and perfect features and beautiful eyes...that didn't make him attractive. It didn't mean I had a crush on him no matter what that Weasel thought. Draco was proportional. He was a means to achieve freedom. He may even be a friend, but he wasn't crush worthy. We had nothing in common and a negative history. Although...that didn't stop Ron. He'd been following Pansy like a dog in heat. Even now he was blushing at something she'd said.
"'Mione."
I came back to the present.
"Huh?"
"How lady like." The Slytherin prince chided. Porridge smeared along his face and I giggled.
"How princely," I dabbed the mark away with his napkin. The lightest of blushes dusted his features at his lack of manners.
"Anyways," Harry interjected, "Malfoy was just asking who you'd take to the ball."
"I'll probably go with Ginny." I mused, spearing a sausage with a fork. Who did he bloody think I was going with? No one of status had bothered to ask me. Some first year did, but what sense in that was there? If he wasn't a seventh year it wasn't an option.
"I'll probably go alone too," he mumbled to himself. His icy gaze lingered on me before drifted around the room. Harry waggled his eyebrows at me.
"Ask him," he mouthed.
"No chance in hell," I bit out. Malfoy gave me an odd look before his eyes widened and his peony pink lips formed a perfect 'o'. As if he was unable to speak he beat the table, gaining the attention of the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables.
But before he could speak Dumbledore stood, silencing whatever perfect plan he'd come up with.
"Today we will be sorting the sixth and seventh years. Couples will be given the day to ...experiment under the effects of the lust potion." There were groans of disgust and suggest noises flying across the room. The dirty old sorting hat sat on a nearby stool.
"Hannah Abbot," she rose and dutifully sat beneath the hat. I watched as, one by one, my friends and house mates were paired off.
"Hermione Granger," with a defiant jut of my chin i strutted to the stool. I was the first person to admit that I'd grown. My bushy hair was now a mass of sleek ringlets, my childish body had grown until my figure strained against my robes. I was smart, beautiful, and confident. Anyone who was paired with me would be damn lucky, but still...I sat on the chair and shoved the hat on my head. I could hear him contemplating; not smart enough, not charming enough, too short, too loud...the list went on and on. He mulled over every possible choice until finally he spoke.
"Draco Malfoy!"
Naturally. He sat perfectly still but before he could be happy or repulsed the hat spoke again.
"And Blaise Zabini!" Now that got the crowds attention.
"Professor Dumbledore," I began, but he stopped me.
"The hat has spoken. Here's your potion. Administer a third of it to each cup and have fun."
I did as told once back at the table, ignoring the jealous glares and the shocked glances coming from my friends. This was not a porno.
"Just so you know," I muttered as I poured, "I hate you both." They grinned and downed the rest of their pumpkin juice.
"We have a few minutes before the potion takes effect. Tell me your plan." I ordered. He nodded, but already I could see his pupils dilating.
"Cast a contraception charm. And then...then...ahh shit I can't think straight."
"Come on Malfoy! Just concentrate." I tugged on my tie, trying to alleviate some of the heAt building in my body.
"We'll start throwing lust potions in their water tank..." His eyes were zero'd in on my breast, mine on his lips.
"See how they like..."
Blaise's husky voice tickled my ear.
"You have 90 seconds -in counting- to wrap this up before I bend you over this table and take you now." More heat. More tingles. Less control.
"Then we blackmail them into changing the law." Malfoy finished. Pansy and Ron were attempting to eat the others faces and I just barely had a clear aim to cast the charm on Pansy. Beside them Harry and Ginny were near naked. I cast the same charm on her before I was yanked away.
I don't know how we made it to the head girl chambers. I remember being forced onto my back and stripped. Two pairs of hands really were better than one. Blaise's beautiful lips left marks along my neck, while his hands tweaked and twirled my nipples.
I arched as Malfoy suckled my nub, treating the bud like a dumdum pop. My breathing came out faster as my head swam. The room spun and I broke the barrier of bliss. Before I could come down from my high it began again. Blaise led sweet kisses along my inner thigh lapping up the remnants of my unexpected orgasm.
Malfoy bent down, kissing me breathless, fondling the mounds on my chest. All the while Zabini aimed himself at my entrance. The pressure of his member stretching me made me moan in Draco's mouth.
"Don't stretch her," Malfoy moaned breathlessly. "I want to make my mark on her too." The tingly sensation was intensified as Blaise rammed into me. Again I neared my climax, gripping Malfoy's hair as my body writhed with pleasure. Right before I could release the pressure was gone, leaving me nearly begging for more. Malfoy replaced him and I was met with Zabini's cock being shoved into my mouth.
I turned Onto my hands and knees using one hand to support my self and the other to stroke the remainder of his length. I bobbed as Malfoy pounded, stroking and suckling the head. Malfoy came before me, releasing the full extent of his seed deep into me. Without missing a beat Blaise took his place bringing me over the edge and dumping his own seed into me. His sure hands were the only things keeping me upright and when those were gone I happily fell on my face.
Just as I cleaned off and covered myself in Blaise's shirt the door cracked open. Pansy and Ron came in. I was too tired to care and too senselessly turned on to do much more than gawk at the bulge in Ron's pants.
"I want to see tongue Weasley."
I never thought I'd see a Weasely man dominate anyone, but today I was proven wrong. He pressed his lips to Zabinis and straddled the larger male. The potion made him weak to the gingers advances. Soon enough Ron had dominated Blaise entirely, running his hands along the darker boys chiseled chest. He left darkening mark along Blaise's neck before sliding down to attack his, already hard, member.
The sight of the ginger bobbing, trying to get all of him was to much. I made my way to Pansy a predatory glint in my eye. Before she could protest I had her in a position similar to Ron's and Blaise's. She dug her dangerously mAnicured nails into my hair pushing me further into her cunt. Her walls tensed around my skilled tongue and I was rewarded with her release. Ron had me next, bringing me to my third orgasm, then Pansy returned the favor and brought me to my fourth. Last Malfoy took another go and drug me through my fifth and last orgasm of the day. I collapsed next to an exhausted Malfoy. My bed was taken by Blaise, Pansy, and Ron so I laid on the floor and let sleep drag me under.
A.N:/ That was sheer madness. Review please. I have a sufficient amount of follows but no reviews. I'd hate for this one to end up like my other graveyard stories. Much love. 3