Chapter 29:

The winter dance was held on the weekend before the last week of school. Saturday night. It was fast approaching and soon it was upon them. In the couple weeks leading up to it there was a strange air of excitement and anxiety as some girls prayed for dates while others rejoiced over being asked to the dance by exactly the girl they wanted. Lily and Hermione, of course, were going together. Daphne was going with Billie. The Patil twins were out as a couple and the news of them going to the dance together was met with neither disapproval nor disgust, only a mild jealousy that the Most Attractive Couple Award was virtually a lock for the beautiful Indian sisters.

Ginny had joined the dance committee, based there in the cottage of House Lily, but so far she had accepted no date. The spunky little redhead had plenty of admirers but she said she didn't want to tie herself down to just one girl at the moment. Lily and Hermione suspected that was because her heart was already quite taken by Fleur even if Ginny still wouldn't admit it. Instead the redhead focused her energies into organizing the event and coordinating the decorations. After school she made signs with the other girls and decorated them with glitter and she organized the school band and worked out a setlist with them. Decorations were going up, including strings of magical lanterns that could keep everyone warm in their glow, and the anticipation continued to build.

Saturday night finally arrived and the lanterns were activated before the sun was even fully down. The dance was being held outdoors in the main courtyard and a long blue dusk was stretched across campus. The lanterns were strung from pole to pole and the poles were coiled with bright twinkle lights and it wasn't long before clusters of glowing moonmoths were circling the lanterns. The sky above was clear and the first of the night's stars were beginning to peek down from the dark blue vault overhead.

Long trestle tables with white tablecloths were arranged in the courtyard, replete with refreshments and punchbowls. Other smaller tables, also with white tablecloths, were scattered throughout the square. Many girls had already arrived and some of them were sitting at these tables in their dresses. Several teachers in elegant evening gowns were there as well to keep an eye on the proceedings and one of them was the headmistress herself, Andromeda Black, glorious in a golden gown with her dark hair in a strict and sexy bun on her head.

Soon it was fully dark and the dancefloor was in full swing. A stage had been set up for the band with magic instruments and magic amplifiers. The band was one singer, one drummer, and two guitarists, all of them tattooed and pierced and dressed in grungy costumes of black leather and shredded denim. Girl punk. The singer was blonde and she held the microphone in both hands and banged her head while she sang. She wore a black leather dress that was artfully ripped in places that revealed glimpses of her boobs, her panties, the tops of her stockings. She had a blonde mohawk and a metal ring in her nose. The two guitarists were in denim miniskirts and they did their solos while grinning and grinding on their guitars lewdly. Girls at the base of the stage were squealing and clapping and all the other girls were dancing and jumping in their high heels.

Lily and Hermione were on the dancefloor as well, having fun like everyone else. The night was freezing outside the light of the lanterns but the light of the lanterns kept everyone in a warm cocoon of magical energy. Lily was wearing a black dress with chiffon skirts and Hermione was in a strapless gown of purple satin but they were only two beautiful girls in a sea of beautiful girls. Every color of the rainbow was represented in those dresses, yellow, pink, green, red, blue. Silk, satin, chiffon. All of them dancing with faces full of makeup and laughter. Bobbing up and down. Hair pinned atop their heads or styled in waves that cascaded about their bare and shapely shoulders. The night air was rich with the scent of a hundred perfumes and the couples danced in close contact with flirtatious smiles of thick lipstick and eyes vivid with mascara and flashing with attraction.

Veronica also wore a gown of purple, perfect with her purple hair, and she was dancing with some girl whose name she didn't even know. Luna had come to the dance with the very first person who'd asked her, happy to be there with anyone, and she was smiling her dreamy smile as she bumped and grinded in a gown the color of cornsilk. Rosalie and Pansy were together, Rosalie in that embroidered gown of velvet that her mother had altered for her, and Pansy in a dress of babyblue that sorted oddly with the skanky dance moves she inflicted on her partner. Carmilla was in an oldfashioned hoopgown of burgundy silk and she watched from the perimeter as her lover Laura danced with her friends. Even the ghost named Nikki was in attendance, green and glowing, circling the floor above the heads of the dancers or popping out unexpectedly where girls had gone to makeout privately.

The Patil twins were each in a traditional sari of purple silk with yellow sashes but they were unexpectedly outshone by a couple no one had been expecting – Becky Bunnyheart and Gabrielle Delacour. The two little blondes had been despondent that their mistresses were taken and they had decided to go together and now here they were, seemingly encased in their own nimbus of prettiness, Becky in black and Gabrielle in white, smiling and dancing together with a youthful wholeheartedness as their skirts flared about their slender legs and their earrings jingled on their ears. They wore their hair styled into elegant blonde buns and they were youngest couple there and no other couple could quite compete with them for cuteness.

Before long the band was incorporating a few slower songs into their setlist so the couples would have a chance to catch their breath. Several couples left the floor for some punch but Lily and Hermione remained and swayed in each other's arms to the slow love ballad. The singer was crooning into her microphone, her voice soft and surprisingly sweet, and Lily and Hermione smiled at each other and continued to shuffle in her high heels under the stars and all those lanterns and moonmoths.

"This is nice," Hermione said. "Isn't it?"

Lily nodded happily. "Yeah."

Hermione smiled and looked about and took a deep breath of the air laden with perfume and flowers before turning back to Lily. "It's exactly what I pictured when I suggested we come to Salem," she said. Then she laughed at herself and shook her head. "Actually, it's not. It's nothing close. I had no idea a girls school would have a romantic dance at the end of term."

Lily grinned at her. "Then it's even better than you thought."

Hermione laughed again. "Much better," she said. "But most of all I'm just glad we can be together. And relax. And just have fun. Barring that little investigation into our Bellatrix lookalike, of course."

"Which turned out to be a lot of fun anyway, huh?"

"True," Hermione said with a giggle.

They fell silent for a moment and continued dancing. Lily's face was gorgeous with makeup and bright with blush and Hermione stared at it happily. So beautiful. Two butterfly hairclips were in Lily's short black hair and Lily tilted her head to ask silently what she was looking at. Hermione smiled and shook her head.

"Just thinking," she said. "Only one more week till the end of term. Then only half a year till we graduate. Just six measly months. Then no more Salem. I never thought this place would grow on me so much."

Lily chuckled in agreement. "Me neither," she said. "I mean, it's school."

Hermione smiled and rolled her eyes at how Lily said the word school as if it were something foul. Lily smiled back and continued to sway left and right as the ballad crooned in the background.

"I guess we'll just have to make the rest of our time here count," she said.

Hermione smiled and gave a nod. "I guess so."

Then she leaned and placed a kiss on Lily's lips. She held it there and while their lips were connected the song finished and the dancers began clapping.

The tempo picked up again after that and soon the dancefloor was once again engulfed in a glee of spinning and dancing while many of the other girls sat at the tables to fold their legs and rest them. On the tables were vases of flowers, fanciful bouquets of roses and lilies and violets—all the three flowers that represented the Houses of Salem— together with plates of appetizers and half empty glasses of punch. All girls agreed the punch was delicious yet none of them seem to take much notice of the strange wriggle of warmth that went through their bodies with each sip.

Unbeknownst to the guests at large, Billie the Quidditch captain and several of other Quidditch girls were going about the punchbowls and pouring in potions they had been hiding in their purses, grinning and pressing about to shield their deeds from the eyes of patrolling teachers.

Headmistress Black, wrapped in her golden gown like a goddess, noticed the nature of those grins and moved over to Professor Tonks. Nymphadora was in a tight hotpink dress with the shapes of lovehearts cut out of the material like windows to her body and she was bobbing to the music as if she longed to be a girl again and join in. The potions teacher greeted the headmistress with a smile and the headmistress conferred with her in a whisper and soon both women were looking over at the punchbowls and the roaming Quidditch girls.

Ginny had just scooped herself a glass of punch and she moaned at how good it was. The warmth that spread through her was kind of like alcohol but not quite. She wondered if it was spiked but she didn't care. She sipped again and gazed across the courtyard at Fleur. Fleur was one of the supervising teachers and she was wearing a long gown of pale pink that clung to her every curve. It was strapless and the skirt fell all the way to the floor in a short train that trailed behind her as she patrolled the dancefloor at a casual saunter in her pink high heels. The material was soft and clingy and she looked as delicious as a piece of candy walking around. Ginny stared at her, smirking, and finished the last of her punch before setting down the glass and starting over.

Fleur was sweeping her eyes across the dancefloor, wondering where Ginny was, and then she did a doubletake as Ginny herself suddenly appeared. Her mouth dropped open. Her heart thumped. The redhaired girl was coming toward her and she was sexier than Fleur had ever seen her. Clad in a tiny red dress that covered nothing of her slim white legs. Nothing above her neckline. The material clung to her nubile body like a second skin. On her feet were tall high heels of red leather and on her lips was rich red lipstick. Together with her red hair and that predatory glint in her eyes she looked like some impish devil girl unleashed upon the dance.

Ginny smirked at the reaction and the smirk made Fleur gulp. She was quite overcome. She felt like fanning herself. She had never felt that girl exude such a powerful sexual energy before. The redhead sauntered right up to her and looked at her and set her thick red lips in a flirty smirk.

"Hey there, Professor Delacour," she said with such faux-innocent that nearby flowers almost wilted in shame.

Fleur chuckled in surprise, looking the girl over, her bare legs, the red material clinging to her waist. "Ginny," she said. "My, my. Don't you look ravishing."

Ginny shrugged a shoulder and tossed her hair casually. "I couldn't afford the dress I really wanted, but they said this one was hot."

"It is indeed," Fleur said. "My, my."

This time she really did fan herself. With her hand. A brief fluttering to cool her cheeks and provide a little more oxygen for her struggling brain.

Ginny smirked, loving the visible fluster of that tall French Veela instructor, and she put a hand on her hip and looked the other woman up and down, letting her eyes linger on every inch of that clingy pink gown.

"You look nice too," she said.

Fleur smiled in surprise and smoothed down her dress. "Oh, I do? Thank you."

Ginny looked at her again and snorted in amusement. "I don't think I've ever seen you with so much clothes on."

Fleur blushed at that. Hard. Her face and all her body went warm. She rarely ever saw the redhead outside of class but she was certainly a different kind of girl lately. Fleur didn't know how to reply and she only chuckled.

"Oh," she said. "Well."

Ginny smirked and continued relentlessly. "I think I like you better with no clothes at all."

Fleur almost fell over. Her heart stopped. The music of the band dimmed in her ears. Ginny had battered her senseless with this onslaught of arrogance and oestrogen and she still didn't know how to reply. Ginny smiled at all her success over the other woman and then relented just a little.

"But while you still have the dress on, are you allowed to dance?" she asked her.

Fleur raised her brows as if she wasn't familiar with that word. "Dance?"

"Yes, dance."

"With who?"

"Me."

"You?"

"Sure," Ginny said with a smile and shrug of a bare shoulder. "Why not?"

Fleur swallowed deep in her throat. She had a glass of punch in her hands and she finished the last of it and set the glass down. She had been hoping the drink would cool her but it only intensified her flush even more. She looked at Ginny, at that tiny little redhead who held so much power over her, and she nodded awkwardly.

"Well, yes," she said. "I'd love to."

Ginny smiled and took her hand and Fleur followed her out onto the dancefloor.

At this point Lily and Hermione had become separated. Living so long in separate Houses had caused them to develop their own circles of friends and they didn't want to neglect them. Hermione had become something of an icon in House Rose, winning them over with confidence and sheer talent, and she now had a whole salon of blondes surrounding her and laughing at her conversation. They were sitting at one of the tables, sipping punch, Hermione the lone brunette, and Hermione would keep glancing back at Lily.

Lily was across the courtyard by the punchbowl. All her friends were occupied right now and she stood there alone. She smiled and raised her glass to Hermione as Hermione smiled back and turned back to those blondes. Lily sipped. The punch really was very good. Probably spiked. It was warm all the way down into her stomach and she refilled her glass as soon as it was empty. She was pouring the liquid in her cup from a crystal dipper when another girl joined her there at the punch bowl. Rosalie Redthorn.

Lily smiled at her and handed her the dipper. Rosalie took the dipper and said nothing. She poured her own cup full and Lily took the opportunity to examine Rosalie's dress. It was red velvet with gold embroidery and it was by far the richest gown of any girl at the dance. It was similar to the style of dresses Lily had seen Rosalie's mother wear but Rosalie wore it differently. Her frame was more slender and her breasts were bunched into smaller mounds. Lily smiled at them and sipped her punch again. The two girls weren't quite on speaking terms, even now, but Lily thought she'd try.

"Wow," she said simply.

Rosalie frowned at her as if she didn't hear or didn't know if Lily was talking to her. "What?"

Lily gestured at Rosalie's dress with her glass. "Your dress," she said. "It's gorgeous."

Rosalie frowned but the compliment did seem to touch her. One of her hands unconsciously smoothed down the velvet bodice and she nodded. "I know," she said. "It was my mother's."

"It was?" Lily asked, and then she smirked playfully. "I'm surprised it fits you."

Rosalie had been about to sip but now she lowered the glass and glared at Lily. "What's that supposed to mean? Are you implying my mother is fat?"

Lily laughed. The other girl seemed quite protective over her mother all the sudden but she shook her head. "Actually, it was more of a jab at your small tits," she said, nodding at her impressive albeit teenaged cleavage.

Rosalie scoffed and directed a sharp glance of her own at Lily's chest. "Better than no tits at all."

Lily winced at that but she was glad the other girl was at least speaking to her. Early altercations with Rosalie and her goons had been the only blemishes on their school year so far and she hoped they could move forward into the next term as friends.

Rosalie had finally taken a sip of the punch and now she recoiled and looked at the glass. "Is this spiked?"

Lily nodded casually. "I think so," she said. "Billie was hovering around here suspiciously with some kind of bottle while some of the other Quidditch girls were shielding her from the teachers. It's pretty good, isn't it?"

Rosalie was peering at the red liquid in the crystal cup, holding it up to the lanterns overhead. She didn't seem to trust it but then she shrugged and took another sip.

"I hope it's just alcohol and not some weird potion," she said.

"Me too," Lily said. "Hey, do you wanna dance?"

Rosalie looked at her as if she would rather step on her like a bug. "Why would I want to dance with you?"

Lily grinned at her charmingly, face bright with makeup, butterfly hairclips in her hair. "Because I like you and I know you want to."

Rosalie frowned at that but softened a little. At least the slag had admitted she liked her. Rosalie took another sip of punch while she thought about it and the punch slid down into her stomach and filled with her warmth and a tingling feeling and finally she rolled her eyes.

"Fine, whatever," she said.

Then she tipped the rest of the punch back and set the empty glass down as Lily took her hand and took her out onto the floor.

By now Hermione was sitting at the table alone with Pansy. They were both sipping punch and watching the dancers. Hermione hadn't said so but she thought Pansy looked very pretty tonight. The bleached blonde tone of her hair still gave her a try-hard vibe but her makeup was nice and her lipstick was pretty and pink. Hermione even imagined kissing those lips idly. She was surprised that she was attracted to Pansy, a girl she had hated for so many years at Hogwarts, and she wondered if the punch had anything to do with it. It was clearly spiked with something, although the sensations were nothing to complain about.

Pansy had noticed Lily and Rosalie on the dancefloor, gazing at each other in that special way they had with a little bit of anger and a little bit of genuine attraction, and her brows began to pucker. All night she had felt inferior and unworthy of Rosalie in her gorgeous gown and this only intensified those feelings. When Rosalie danced with Pansy it was like a chore. But now that Rosalie was dancing with Lily she actually seemed to have fun. Pansy hoped she was just imagining things and took another sip of punch. The warmth flowed down into her body and she squirmed against an unexpected rush of horniness. Her panties were actually getting a bit moist for some reason.

Hermione noticed the expression on her face from across the table. "You okay, Pansy?"

Pansy nodded, glancing again at Lily and Rosalie, and then turned back to Hermione. "Yeah, it's just…"

"Just what?"

Pansy took a deep breath, hesitated, and then shuffled her chair closer to Hermione so she could whisper under the sound of the music. "Do you ever worry about Lily and Rosalie?"

Hermione had leaned closer to hear and she was momentarily distracted by the proximity of Pansy's pink lips. But she shook that away and forced herself to focus on the question. "What do you mean?"

Pansy again hesitated and then she spoke a little lower. "Do you ever get the feeling that they…like each other?"

Hermione frowned at that and leaned back to look at the dancefloor. Lily and Rosalie were out there and they were dancing like any other couple, bobbing, shuffling, smiling with that strange aggression they seemed to have only for each other. Hermione's frown deepened and for a moment she did feel a flicker of jealousy. Insecurity. It occurred to her that Rosalie was basically a superior version of Hermione herself, at least in superficial categories. Pureblood. Blonde. Gorgeous. Wealthy. She was even above averagely talented and intelligent.

Pansy was waiting anxiously but Hermione snorted all those thoughts away and turned back to Pansy.

"I trust Lily," she said. "Do you trust, Rosalie?"

Pansy looked uncertain. "I don't know."

Hermione was a little surprised. She had assumed their relationship was a little deeper than that. But she was touched by Pansy's candidness and her trust in being able to tell her all this—not to mention attracted to her lips—so Hermione stood up and offered her a hand.

"Well, come on," she said. "If they can make us jealous, we can make them jealous."

Pansy looked at the hand and then she smiled and placed her own inside and allowed Hermione to take her onto the dancefloor.

The couples continued to dance but by now the mood of the evening had taken a turn. Many of the dancers were holding aloft glasses of punch, dancing and drinking at the same time, spilling punch on their dresses. The dance was becoming more and more rowdy, girls grinning, girls grinding up against each other. Veronica was rubbing her butt against the girl behind her and the girl was hiking up her purple satin dress and shoving a hand into her purple panties while Veronica heaved against her. Several other girls were engaged in passionate tongue kisses to the music and every now and then a pair of panties would slip down someone's legs and become trampled into the floor under the high heels of the dancers.

The band had been given punch between sets and they were becoming just as rowdy. The singer had a tattoo over her shoulder and while she sang she somehow snapped the shoulderstrap of her ragged black dress. The dress flapped down and exposed one breast. She didn't seem to notice and she continued to rock out with that one breast bouncing all over the place as she banged her head.

Daphne by now was feeling a little drunk and she was slewing against Billie. They weren't dancing. They were over by one of the poles that the lanterns were strung from. The poles were iron and wrapped in twinkle lights and Billie was backed up against the pole while Daphne laughed and tried to seduce her sloppily. She was wearing a simple lavender dress with lavender high heels and she was grinning up at her tall muscular girlfriend. Billie was wearing a very tight and very short black dress that barely covered her meaty bum. Her boobs were huge and almost spilling out and her face was gorgeous with makeup and Daphne was delightfully confused as she wrapped her arms around Billie's neck.

"I can't tell if you're pretty or handsome," she said with a tipsy giggle.

Billie grinned at her with her hands at Daphne's hips. "How 'bout just sexy?"

Daphne grinned in agreement. "Definitely sexy."

Billie cupped her face and Daphne lifted her lips into a kiss. She moaned and even though they were in public she pushed her tongue into Billie's mouth. Her mouth tasted like punch and the taste made her moan even deeper until suddenly she remembered they were in public.

A drunk little giggle came out of her as she stumbled back.

"Oops," she said. "Sorry about that."

Billie chuckled and shook her head. "Don't worry about it," she said. "It's probably the punch."

Daphne cocked her head. She wore earrings and the earrings tilted cutely. "What do you mean?"

"Me and the girls spiked it with a pretty mean lust potion," Billie said, and then she tossed her chin at the dancefloor.

Daphne turned and looked. The number of girls in tongue kisses had multiplied. A few girls at the base of the stage had pulled down their dresses and were shaking their boobs for the band. The singer was striding the stage with her dress strap broken and one breast exposed.

Daphne spun back to Billie in disbelief.

"You didn't," she said.

Billie grinned. "Yep."

Another drunken giggle came out of Daphne. She covered her mouth as if the giggle were improper and looked again at the dancefloor. Many of them had dresses that were so wet with punch that the material stuck to their breasts and nipples. Hands were roaming all over bodies and bodies were heaving together, no longer divided into partners but all at once in a writhing of horny young women in evening dresses.

At this point the headmistress was mounting the steps onto the stage. The heel taps on the boards seem to echo across the entire courtyard and several of the dancers went still in something like a daze. The woman in her gown of gold commanded attention and the guitars faltered to a stop. The drummer sagged. The singer blinked and stumbled back and even covered her exposed breast.

The headmistress held out her hand for the microphone and the singer gave it to her. The headmistress then moved to the front to the stage and turned to face the dancefloor. All of the dancers had stopped by now and they were looking up in a state of surprised stupor, not sure what had been going on. Several of them were covering the areas they had exposed and a few of them were looking at the floor for their panties.

"Girls, your attention please," said the headmistress into the microphone.

All girls gulped. They didn't know what had happened but they knew they had been out of line. The headmistress paused for just a moment, sweeping her eyes over those wet and sweaty revellers, and went on.

"It has come to our attention that the punch has been spiked with a powerful aphrodisiac," she said. "Professor Tonks has tested a sample, and while it's impossible to say when the punch was spiked, it's reasonable to assume that all of you have been exposed to it."

A murmur riffled through the dancefloor, girls sharing glances, girls worried the rest of the dance might be cancelled. Lily and Hermione had somehow met up in that melee and they looked at each other. Hermione had lost an earring and Lily had three shades of lipstick smeared across her neck.

The headmistress held up her hand for quiet. "The culprits of this irresponsible act will be rightly punished…"

Trailing off she directed a sharp glance at Billie over by that lamp pole. Billie felt a cold shiver of fear but the headmistress's eyes didn't linger long on her. She turned back to the dancefloor and she went on in her usual voice of authority.

"…but the rest of you may consider yourselves exempt of punishment for any lewd or lascivious acts you might engage in while under the effects of this potion," she said. "For the rest of the night nudity and erotic dancing will be perfectly acceptable, so please, carry on. And while I'm here, allow me to wish you all happy holidays, and I can't wait to see you all next term."

Dead silence. Disbelief. The headmistress handed the microphone back to the singer and the singer took it gingerly. The headmistress then nodded and turned and stepped down from the stage.

For a second no one moved. Then the singer broke out in a grin and pulled her entire dress over her head and threw it away. Underneath she wore nothing but a black thong and black stockings. The guitarists took cue and howled out a riff. The drummer lifted her sticks and slammed them down on the snare. The naked singer thrust her microphone in the air, topless, tattooed, and let out a cheer. The dancers erupted into a cheer as well and the singer again began rocking into the microphone while all the girls on the dancefloor ripped off their dresses and resumed dancing.

Billie was laughing in disbelief but the laugh died on her lips when there was a tap on her shoulder. She turned. Professor Tonks was standing there, smiling, clad in her pretty pink dress with those loveheart cutouts in it. Billie was a full foot taller than her with an extra fifty pounds of muscle and she was utterly terrified. Professor Tonks smirked and beckoned with a finger for the girl to follow. In the dark distance, down the lane, awaited the headmistress in her gown of gold. Billie turned back and looked at the dancefloor, at all those topless girls grinding against each other, and grinned through her fear.

"Totally worth it," she said.

Then she turned back to Professor Tonks and followed her out to meet her punishment at the hands of Headmistress Black. Daphne watched her go, head tilted confusedly, and then she turned and pulled off her dress and stumbled toward the dancefloor in nothing but panties and high heels.

It didn't take long for the entire dance to degenerate into a wild orgy. The dancefloor was now a trampled marsh of evening gowns and spilled drinks. Girls who'd had their hair pinned up had let it down. Glasses of punch were being passed out and the punchbowls themselves were lifted overhead and poured over the crowd, drenching hair, breasts, panties. Hundreds of high heels minced across the floor, girls dancing and grinding against each other, girls makingout. Wet breasts rubbing and tongues entwining to the cords of electric guitar.

Becky and Gabrielle, the sweetest and most innocent girls in attendance, were being helped onto the stage where they pulled off their dresses and started dancing in their panties. Swinging their hips like young strippers and twirling in flares of blonde hair with their tiny breasts glistening. The crowd cheered out encouragement and the two girls grinned and pulled down their panties and continued dancing, entirely naked now, shaking their tiny little asses for the crowd and smiling sexily over their bare shoulders. They danced their ways to the guitarists, who were likewise entirely naked by now, and flirted with them like groupies before dropping to their knees and eating them out while they kept playing.

Other girls had taken cue and soon there were girls everywhere dancing on tables among the empty punch bowls and tipped over punch glasses, high heels on the white tablecloths, legs wet with punch. Some of them naked, some of them still in panties. The Patil twins had a table of their own and they were dancing on it like a pair of trained entertainers, naked, darkskinned, hips rolling like bellydancers. Each of them bore a gemstone in her forehead and aside from that the only things they wore were their high heels. Their table was surrounded by a ring of hooting admirers and eventually they turned to each other, dancing, and let their tongues come out in erotic little licks at each other's tongues.

Even many of the instructors who were there to supervise against this kind of behaviour had succumbed to the punch, full grown women climbing onto tables and grinding against each other to the delight of squealing students. Professor Delacour, or Fleur as she liked to be called, had a table all to herself and her wide womanly hips swung to and fro as her hands fawned at her enormous breasts. She wore nothing but pink high heels and the girls all but drooled in admiration of her naked body. Fleur smiled down at them and offered a hand to Ginny and Ginny grinned and took it and climbed up. The girl was wearing nothing but a pair of red lace panties and the teacher lowered them in a sexy stripper squat.

By now wands were out and any girl who had taken Lesbomancy found herself to be the belle of the ball as she flicked her wand into a Vibratus charm. Lily was dancing with Hermione when each of them felt a long stiff rod of wood insert into them from behind. Neither of them cared who was holding the wands buried inside them, they only stared at each other with lidded eyes and moaned and came together in a kiss until they quivered together in orgasm. Afterwards they smirked and drew their own wands and turned away from each other, grabbing whichever girl was closest by the hair and shoving their tongues into their mouths and their wands into their vaginas.

At this point girls were losing their interest in dancing and gaining an interest in eating each other out. The dancefloor had become a moil of bodies that heaved about with tongues searching for lips, either the lips in a girl's face or between her legs. Girls sitting in chairs with girls on each other's laps. Girls sitting on tables with their legs open and tongues lapping at their pussies. The band by now had enchanted their instruments to keep playing without them and they approached the edge of the stage and grinned and jumped into the crowd. Hands caught them and bore their naked bodies aloft like champions for a while before lowering them down into the orgy.

The ghost named Nikki had been going crazy this entire time, flying from scene to scene, not wanting to miss anything. The girls smiled at her and gave her flirty winks. Carmilla was one of the few who had retained any kind of composure at all and she sitting on a chair in her burgundy hoopskirts, watching the proceedings, relaxing under the lanterns. Until her lover Laura struggled out of the orgy and came before Carmilla in nothing but high heels, her body slender and naked, her lips smiling. Carmilla returned the smile and Laura lowered herself onto her knees and crawled under those hoopskirts in a dark cavern of petticoats and perfume where she fumbled at her mistress's panties and finally began licking at her vagina.

The instruments on stage continued playing by themselves like a ghost band and by now there wasn't any girl who wore more than a pair of high heels. The dancefloor was like an enormous bed of sparkly dresses and lace panties and the girls crawled across on their hands and knees as they searched out partners. Hermione had ended up in the arms of Rosalie and the two of them glared into each other's eyes lustily while Hermione pumped three fingers in to Rosalie's vagina, aggressively, dominatingly. Rosalie orgasmed, an orgasm even sweeter for the submission, but then Hermione was washed away by a tide of naked bodies. Rosalie turned and looked for Lily. Lily had her sexy little ass in the air as she went down on someone and Rosalie crawled over and began licking at that gorgeous white ass.

By now Billie had returned to the dance. Like everyone else she was naked aside from her high heels and she picked her way through the orgy gingerly, stepping high over sprawled bodies, elbows out daintily for balance. Across her muscular buttocks was a crisscrossing of whip lashings. She was looking for Daphne and she found her girlfriend sitting at a table with a few other girls who were having a break and Daphne hopped up excitedly and wrapped her arms around Billie's neck. Billie winked at the other girls over Daphne's shoulder, causing them to sigh dreamily, and then she grabbed Daphne's butt and carried her into the orgy with Daphne's legs wrapped around her middle.

Ginny and Fleur were over by one of the lamp poles. They were bathed in the bright light of the lamps and their mouths were mashed together. Fleur was gripping Ginny's small white buttocks and together they moaned and mingled their tongues. Luna was in the middle of the dancefloor and she was giggling and moving from girl to girl like a sex doll, her skin perfect and creamy, her hair flaxen like a princess. Hands groped at her and pulled her this way and that and she went along dreamily and licked at any hole that presented itself. Becky and Gabrielle were engaged in a sixty-nine on one of the tables like a dish presented for a feast and those two girls seemed all but lost in each other, arms hooked around each other's thighs, tongues buried in each other's pretty little vaginas.

At this point the lust potion was beginning to wear off and girls found themselves relaxing and catching their breath. Lily was flat on her back with a girl sitting on her face. She didn't know who it was, only that her pussy was delicious. She ate it out and the girl orgasmed and dismounted and another came along to swing her leg over Lily's face and mount Lily's mouth. Lily ate this one too, her eyes closed in exhaustion, and before she even opened them she knew who it was. Hermione. She recognized the taste and when she opened her eyes there she was, Hermione Granger, straddling her face and orgasming with a loud moan offered up to the light of the lanterns above them.

The instruments were now playing a very slow song and Lily and Hermione rose up and surveyed the scene around them. The dancefloor was a gently writhing nest of naked legs and limbs, tits, torsos, various moans and groans rising, girls still licking at each other idly. Ginny and Fleur were sitting at a table, legs crossed, eating slices of cake with dessert forks. Carmilla and Laura were strolling through a flowerfield under the moon, both of them naked, both with round beautiful buttocks. Many girls were asleep and several of them were sprawled over tables with their legs open or passed out among the chairs with bouquets of flowers tipped over their naked bodies.

Nikki the ghost was perched on the edge of the stage, looking out over all that nakedness, and her smile was euphoric. Her ethereal green gaze met with the gazes of Lily and Hermione across the dancefloor and Lily and Hermione smiled at her. Nikki giggled, her feet swinging over the edge of the stage like an excited child, and resumed watching the naked girls. Lily and Hermione held hands and began making their way off the dancefloor. Miraculously they were still wearing their shoes.

Rosalie was on her feet as well and she was looking for her gown among the discarded dresses. When she finally found it she smiled and held it to her chest tightly, as if it were important to her. Lily and Hermione didn't bother looking for their own gowns or panties. They just smiled at Rosalie and nodded to her as they continued off the dancefloor. Rosalie nodded back, her eyes flickering in something between wistfulness and resentment, and turned away. Pansy was struggling up by now as well and she went to Rosalie and smiled at her and put her arms around her.

Lily and Hermione continued all the way to the manor of House Violet. The night was freezing outside the light of the lanterns and they were giggling and shivering as they scampered upstairs and kicked off their shoes and tumbled into Lily's bed. Together they cuddled up under the covers in pitch blackness and whispered about how much fun they had and laughed at all the embarrassing things they'd seen their friends do. Then they kissed each other, their naked legs entwined under the covers, and settled down on the pillow to sleep.

AN: This was the dance. Obviously. ;)

Mostly just a fun chapter, but I think it turned out really well. How many of you guessed it would end in an orgy? All of you?! Wow. Am I that predictable?

But really, it was fun to write. Lots of characters got a little face time, but there were still a few missing like Narcissa or Professor Vector. It's so hard to keep track of everyone.

Still, it really was fun. I wanted the plot strand of the spiked punch to unravel slowly so that the excitement would build. This chapter was also another nice exercise of shifting POV. The narrative flowed through a variety of different characters and there wasn't even any scene breaks. It really was quite seamless, at least I hope it was, lol.

There was also a bit of development between Rosalie, Lily, Hermione, and Pansy. Things might get a little complicated in the next term. A bit of jealousy and relationship conflict might be fun. We'll see how it turns out. ;)

Okay, hope you liked it. New chapter soon. :)