The Lust of Gryffindors
Chapter Nine: Welcome Back
Things returned mostly to normal over the next few days. Hermione had simply needed time to digest what had transpired during her first visit to the Pride. She wasn't quite ready to return yet, but neither she nor Harry had time to worry about it. They had their plate full dealing with the tournament and the resentment that many in the school seemed to harbor against him.
After classes on Friday, they spent all evening in their abandoned classroom, working through the list of spells Hermione had made. She learned them easier than he did, but his casts tended to be more powerful. After having mastered the easiest ones on the list—including summoning, banishing, stunning, piercing, and shielding—he was starting to grow in confidence. He didn't care about winning the tournament, or even putting on a good show. He just wanted to survive.
His hopeful outlook took a beating on Saturday. They had shown up to breakfast to find half the school wearing badges that read 'Support Cedric Diggory.' Harry had no issue with that until they changed to read 'Potter Stinks.'
Malfoy was undoubtedly the culprit, but it irked him that so many people were wearing them. Most of Hufflepuff House had purchased one. But what hurt most of all was the fact that there were badges on several Gryffindor robes, including those of Ron Weasley and Seamus Finnegan. Ron's behavior was both baffling and infuriating to him. He had endured the cold war and the little snipes in the dorm room in silence, but it seemed that Ron didn't like to be ignored. Now he was openly taunting him with one of the badges.
"Don't worry, Harry," Hermione said tiredly, loading her plate with eggs. "He'll come around."
"And if he doesn't?"
"Then good riddance to bad rubbish," she replied, surprising him. He had always thought she had a soft spot for Ron, but apparently he was going way past her limits.
The arrival of the The Daily Prophet didn't improve their moods. Rita Skeeter eviscerated him, indirectly accusing him of being an attention-seeking cheat. Harry didn't understand how she could get away with printing such garbage, or why Dumbledore didn't do anything to rein her in. The man hadn't even offered advice for the tournament, while he had witnessed the heads of the other schools actually training with their champions.
The only adult offering unconditional support was Sirius, and he was thousands of miles away. His last letter indicated that he was returning to Britain soon, and that left Harry conflicted. He appreciated the help, but didn't want to put his godfather at risk. He wasn't even certain where he was going to hide.
"This is ridiculous," he hissed, slamming his newspaper on the table. "Every bloody year it's something new. They expect me to just take this shit?"
Hermione pushed hers away too, not bothering to correct his language. "Let's go train. You'll show these idiots."
He stood and walked out of the Great Hall with his head held high, grinding his teeth and ignoring the whispers coming from other houses. She gathered her things and followed in his wake.
They returned to their empty classroom and spent the next two hours casting and dodging and shielding and anything else that came into their minds. Harry accidentally sent Hermione sprawling a few times, his frustration overpowering his spells. By the time they finished, both were ready to collapse.
"Merlin, I need a shower," he said, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Me too. I'm exhausted."
"It'll all be worth it when I survive this bloody thing. If I survive."
"Don't talk like that. You always survive. You always win too."
He smiled. "I do, don't I? Mostly because I've got you on my side."
"And don't you forget it. Speaking of the tournament, though, there's something you should know."
"What?"
"I've been in the library researching creatures. So has Viktor Krum. He's been watching me. He's trying to be subtle about it, but I noticed."
"Why? Do you think he's dangerous?"
"I don't know. He doesn't seem creepy. I just thought you should know, in case he's trying to sabotage you or something."
"Alright. Just tell me if I need to warn him off or something."
"I can look after myself, thank you very much."
"I have no doubt, but you can't stop me from taking care of you. Including tonight, maybe?"
"Subtle, Harry."
"There's a reason the Hat wanted me in Slytherin," he said with a silly grin.
She closed the distance between them and patted him on the crotch. "I suppose I could be talked into it. After dinner. And after you've had a shower."
He pulled her closer, uncaring of the sweat clinging to both of them. "Did you want to go to the Pride?"
"Maybe tomorrow. I won't be so tired and there will be fewer people around on a Sunday. We could still use the bed in the alcove tonight."
He nodded. They were becoming increasingly comfortable flirting with each other, not to mention sleeping together, and he couldn't be happier about it.
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Angelina stood at the refreshments table, sipping a drink and surveying her domain. She was bored. It was a Sunday night, and the club was mostly deserted, which was to be expected. The only people present were fully-clothed and studying.
Tinkerfell tutored Martigan in arithmancy at a nearby table. Katie and her Hufflepuff buddy sat in a pair of chairs revising for Transfiguration. It wasn't against the rules to study in the room. It just didn't happen often in the evenings because it was so easy to get distracted by naked bodies.
She set down her drink when she noticed Hermione walk down the stairs. Despite their little talk, she hadn't shown up the past few nights, and Angie was worried that she was having second thoughts. The way she strolled in confidently gave her reassurance. She motioned her over.
"Welcome back," Angelina said with a smile. "You're looking more like a lioness again."
Hermione blushed. "Feeling more like one too. Thank you again for what you said the other day. It really helped."
"You're welcome. Just remember what I said when you're in charge here and some poor girl is in your position."
"Er, when I'm in charge?"
"Hypothetically speaking, of course."
"Right."
Hermione thought there was no way in hell she could run the Pride, no matter how efficient she was at managing everything else.
"Where's Harry?" Angelina asked.
"He's on his way. Just taking a long shower, I think."
"Ah. Well, maybe you two can help me liven up the place. These arseholes are studying in a sex club and I'm bored."
Hermione surveyed the mostly empty room. "Well, we certainly don't intend to study—wait, isn't she a Hufflepuff?"
"Yeah, that's Leanne Turner, Katie's friend. She comes around sometimes."
"Huh. I forgot you said other houses could get in here."
"It's only a few people. They have to sign contracts like everybody else. But Leanne's cool. She's been tight with Katie since before Hogwarts."
"I see. Who else can get in?"
"Well—"
A freshly-showered Harry sauntered over to them before she could respond.
"How are you this fine evening, Miss Johnson?"
"It depends, Mr. Potter. Not here to study, are you?"
"Definitely not. Hermione has me memorizing dozens of spells and my brain feels like goo. We're here to unwind."
"I like that plan."
"Hey, Harry!" Katie Bell called out. "Come here for a minute."
He turned and noticed Katie and her friend for the first time. Katie beckoned to him from her chair.
"Er, excuse me just a moment."
Angelina smirked as he walked away. "That will probably take more than a moment. Katie's looking devious. Did you want to have a seat somewhere and relax?"
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"Harry, this is my friend, Leanne Turner. Leanne, this is Harry Potter."
"Nice to meet you," he said politely.
"Likewise."
Leanne was a cute girl, with a pert nose and long, strawberry-blonde hair. He only now recognized her Hufflepuff colors. He saw no evidence of a badge, which was a relief.
"I hope you're not angry at me over the tournament. I didn't enter myself, but Hufflepuffs don't care much for me lately."
"Sorry about all that," she said sheepishly. "Cedric is popular and everyone is rallying around him. I don't think they really hate you."
"Let's hope not. I already have more than enough people trying to kill me."
"Er, right."
An awkward silence followed. Leanne seemed uncertain whether to take his answer seriously.
Katie just grinned at the two of them. "So. No more talk about the tournament. She wants to see your cock."
"Katie!" Leanne hissed.
He blinked, unsure how to respond.
"Oh, come on. You were just asking about his broomstick. Don't lie."
Leanne didn't quite meet his eyes. "Sorry, Potter. She likes to embarrass me."
"She likes to embarrass everyone, I think. And call me Harry."
"Alright then, Harry."
Another silence followed until Katie broke it.
"Well?" she said. "Whip it out! It's a nice one, and Leanne gives a mean blow job."
"Katie! What the hell?"
"Please, you brag about your skills all the time. Come here, Harry."
He felt like he might be dreaming, but he approached Katie's seat anyway. She efficiently undid his belt and yanked down his trousers and underwear, exposing his cock to the both of them. Katie lifted it in her palm, and he slowly grew hard. Being on display like this in front of two pretty girls was just irresistible.
She reached out and fondled his balls, and soon he was fully erect.
"See? Nice and thick," Katie said to her friend.
"It is a nice one," Leanne murmured in agreement, taking uncertain glances at his face.
He couldn't help but be amused. The room itself seemed to encourage such weirdness. The normal rules for interacting with people sometimes just disappeared.
"Show him your skills. We need a study break anyway."
Leanne glared at Katie and huffed. Harry looked between them. It was as if he weren't there, but he certainly didn't have a problem with the proposal.
"Potter?" she asked, finally managing eye contact.
"Sure, if you want to. It's not like we're in the Great Hall. And it's Harry."
She nodded and he moved closer to her seat. Katie smirked and watched her friend hold up his cock and examine it. She gave it a few curious strokes, then leaned forward and kissed the tip. Her tongue darted out to tease the underside and then she took his head in her mouth.
Harry closed his eyes and decided to just enjoy the moment. Maybe Hufflepuffs weren't so bad.
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Angelina leaned back next to Hermione on the love seat. Both were watching Harry get propositioned or molested or both. It was hard to tell from a distance.
"Looks like he'll be busy for a while," Angelina said, laughing.
"I daresay he will. I still can't believe how casual things are here."
"You'll get used to it. I'm glad you came back. Did you make some peace with yourself?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Good. Because I was wrong about you. You belong here, and I want to see you enjoy it."
Hermione colored at her words. "Thank you."
Angelina caressed her cheek and scooted a little closer. "It's safe to let your fantasies off their leash here. I know this is a strange place. It barely feels real sometimes. But if you figure out what you want, you can make it happen."
"I'll try to remember that."
"And I'll keep reminding you. Do you want to have some fun with me tonight?"
"I'm willing to do whatever you like," she replied.
Angie smiled and pulled her into a kiss that started gently and grew increasingly lusty.
She pulled away and rested her forehead on Hermione's. Her hand crept up to her still-covered breast and cupped it. "I know you're mostly into guys. So am I. But I do love the feeling of a soft tongue between my legs."
"I've, er, never actually done that."
"There's a first time for everything. I hear you pick up new spells quickly."
"I do."
"Then let's get out of these uniforms."
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"Careful, he's got a huge load."
Harry panted as Leanne caressed his cock with her hands and teased his swollen head with her mouth. Her tongue was so soft he could scarcely believe it. Katie massaged his balls and watched her friend work. She indeed knew exactly what she was doing.
She sensed how close he was and drew half his length into her mouth, tugging on him and ignoring Katie's warning.
He groaned and erupted into the back of her throat, spurting copiously. Every pulse felt like a little moment of ecstasy, relieving him of his burdens. Leanne's eyes watered and she almost gagged. Katie's fingers kneaded his balls gently, trying to tease every last drop from him. But Leanne held on bravely until he was finished.
She looked at Katie smugly then opened her mouth, exposing a mouth full of cum and a tongue that was coated white with his release. Katie laughed as she swallowed it all in two huge gulps.
Leanne coughed and patted her chest, taking huge breaths. She wiped some of his release from the edges of her lips where it had escaped. "Merlin, Potter. Harry, I mean."
"That's what I said!"
"Thank you, I think."
"If you want to give her a proper thank you, you should kiss her. Right now," Katie said with a smile.
"Er, I don't know about that."
"I don't think he's brave enough for that, Katie."
"He's a Gryffindor. He better be."
Harry rolled his eyes and leaned down. A smirking Leanne pulled him into a deep, open-mouthed kiss. She made certain that her tongue caressed his until it was coated with the last of his release.
She pulled away and both girls collapsed in giggles at the look on his face.
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Hermione dropped to her knees and slowly lowered her face toward Angelina's spread legs. She took a moment to admire her bare pussy. Her clit was large and thickly-hooded. Between her dark lips there was already a hint of wetness. She gently spread them with her fingers. They parted to reveal a bounty of very pink flesh.
She looked up to see Angelina reclining on the love seat and smiling at her.
"You know what to do."
She nodded and kissed her clit, breathing in the musky scent of her arousal. Hermione eased two fingers inside her and gently explored her dimensions. She was so very soft inside, and not quite as tight as she expected. Touching another girl felt very different than touching herself. A gentle stroke with her fingertips and Angie spread her legs wider.
"That's it," she said, running a hand through Hermione's thick hair.
She had never fantasized about licking a girl before. She already knew it wouldn't become one of her favorite things. But it wasn't distasteful, and she loved the idea of being in control of someone else's body—of being responsible for their pleasure.
She moved her head in little circles, her tongue tracing random patterns around Angie's clit. She slipped a third finger inside her and pushed deeper, twisting and rubbing the soft warm flesh. She could feel her grow wetter. Angie gripped and released her hair with every little penetration.
Hermione pulled her entire clit into her mouth, suckling it as if it were a nipple. It swelled against her tongue.
Angelina groaned. "Keep doing that."
She tangled both hands deep in Hermione's hair and pushed her face into her pussy. Hermione squeezed a fourth finger into her, stretching her wide, and stroked her walls hard with her fingertips.
"Oh, God."
Angie panted and writhed her hips against Hermione's face. She pressed her fingers as deep as she could, most of her palm slipping inside her, and Angelina trembled before collapsing against the seat, fully spent.
"Merlin," she said.
Hermione gently retrieved her hand, examining the wetness that soaked it.
"Now that is a delightful picture," observed Julian Martigan from behind her. "Granger's lovely little ass on display as she pleasures the queen bee."
She turned, blushing when she met his eyes. She hadn't realized the boy had risen from his table to watch them.
"Always happy to put on a show," Angie replied, her chest still heaving.
"It's hard for a fellow to study when there are such depraved acts happening in his midst."
"This isn't a library, you know."
"And let us all be thankful for that. Fancy a tumble, Granger? I need a break from arithmancy and you're looking rather irresistible at the moment."
"Er, sure. And call me Hermione."
"Very well, Hermione. Call me Julian."
Angelina chuckled. "You'll get used to him. He's got Slytherin manners but we try not to hold it against him."
Martigan rolled his eyes. "Heathen."
"Says the guy who hangs with McLaggen. Come up here, Hermione. I want to tease you while he tries to get you off with his fancy pureblood willy."
She stood and tried not to act too surprised when Angelina pulled her into her lap and then lay back on the seat. She shifted and pulled her backwards until Hermione was laying on top of her, covering her body.
She had never imagined being in such a position. She could feel the strength of Angie's athletic body beneath her. Angie's nipples pressed into her back. Her thighs supported her butt. She spread her legs and Hermione's own legs spread in mimicry. She almost felt like a marionette.
"Er, are you not uncomfortable?" she asked, aware that Angelina was supporting her full weight.
"I'm just fine." She reached around Hermione's body and began massaging her breasts. Pink nipples grew hard in her hands. "I'm stronger than you are."
Angelina spread both of their legs wider. Their bodies were on display before Martigan, who took in the view appreciatively.
His cock was out of his trousers, already hard. He hadn't bothered to disrobe.
He approached the pair and rubbed a finger along the trim, brown curls between Hermione's spread legs. "You should let that grow out sometime. I'd like to see it."
"Why?" she said, shivering at his caress.
He smirked. "Just wondering how bushy you are, given your lovely locks."
She couldn't stop her blush. "I'm pretty hairy."
"How hairy?"
"Er, very?"
"Some of us like that," he said, looming over her.
Hermione closed her eyes as he pulled her hips closer, sliding her along Angie's body. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her lips. They swelled, waiting to be spread apart, and her pussy flooded with sudden wetness. She held her breath, waiting on the hard cock that would fill her. She suddenly felt empty without one inside her. Angelina massaged her breasts from underneath and kissed her neck.
"Put it in, Martigan," she said. "Let's make her squirm."
He chuckled and did so. She moaned and squeezed his cock with her muscles, in love with the feeling of being stretched.
His thrusts were long and slow at first as they adjusted to the angle and to each other's bodies. She grew even wetter and he picked up his pace. Angie's fingers teased her breasts and stomach, and one hand reached between her legs.
"You like that?" she whispered in her ear, teasing her clit with feather-light touches.
"Yeah," she said, her breathing growing heavier with every thrust.
"He knows how to use his cock, doesn't he?"
"He does," she agreed, moaning as Martigan shoved into her deeper.
"Harry's watching you right now. You like to be watched as much as I do, don't you?"
"God, yes."
The thought of Harry watching her like this made her belly quiver with desire. She clenched around Martigan and her body filled with rising heat. Angelina squeezed her clit upright between two fingers.
"You cum fast when you're on display," she said, a finger moving back and forth across the most sensitive tip of her clit.
Hermione tensed. "Jesus, don't stop."
Martigan sensed she was close and increased his pace above her. He buried his full length inside her again and again until she was almost whimpering.
"You first, luv," he panted.
"I'm ready."
Angie squeezed her clit harder and Hermione writhed on top of her body. Martigan grunted and released inside her at the same time she came. She felt every spurt soak into her walls and reveled in the feeling of blissful warmth that overtook her.
She lay panting on top of Angelina after they finished. Martigan pulled out and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.
"That was lovely," he said politely. "Thank you for the respite, but arithmancy beckons again."
Angie chuckled as he stuffed his cock in his trousers and returned to Tinkerfell, who had ignored the entire interaction.
She reached between Hermione's legs and rubbed his release along her outer lips, coating her with it. Hermione shivered at her caress.
Angelina whispered in her ear. "It's too bad there's not a line of boys waiting to take his place, isn't it?"
"Yes," she answered softly, her post-coital bliss allowing her to admit it out loud.
"Harry's busy with Katie right now or he'd be first in line. He's still watching you."
Hermione looked up to see Harry fucking Katie roughly from behind. He had her bent over a little table, but his eyes were locked on her.
Angelina massaged her breasts firmly with both hands, not allowing her to move from atop her body. "And to think, you got all worked up over your reputation when everybody here is a huge slut. Pretty damn silly, don't you think?"
"I get the point, okay? It's still embarrassing."
"You'll get used to it. Soon you'll crave it."
Hermione didn't answer, knowing she was craving it already. She did wish there was a line of boys waiting to fuck her. The fire in her belly had been stoked by Martigan, not extinguished. The wave of pleasure from their encounter was receding, and already she wanted more.
"When's your birthday?" Angelina asked.
"September. Why?"
"Damn. We missed it. Sometimes we do something special for people if they want it."
"What would you have done for me?"
"Given you exactly what you want, sweetheart," she said, tweaking her nipples.
"And what is that?"
"I think you know."
"Enlighten me," Hermione said, her voice barely audible.
"I want to hear you say it."
"I don't think I can put it into words."
"I can. Just listen."
Hermione listened attentively as Angie reached a hand between her legs again, cupping the warmth of her pussy.
"You want to be used," she whispered. "You want another gangbang, just like you had the other night, except bigger. You want every boy here to bend you over and fuck you silly, because that means they all desire you, doesn't it? That they want you so badly they have to form a line to claim you."
Hermione stopped breathing and closed her eyes.
"It scares you, but you want everybody to see you. To witness you losing your mind. You want them to know what your deepest fantasies are, and that you're not afraid to fulfill them. You want to make them all beg to fuck you. Isn't that right?"
"Yes," she admitted weakly, her pussy flooding with new moisture just from imagining the scenario. She almost reached between her legs to push Angie's fingers inside her.
She had only just begun to examine her own desires. She was discovering things that she couldn't quite put into words. Experiences and sensations she couldn't process. Angelina had articulated part of them, but not all of them.
She wanted to feel the same way she had during her first night at the club. To be so overcome with lust that her mind went blank and her body took over. To feel spurt after spurt after spurt and the overwhelming wave of ecstasy that invariably followed.
Angelina slipped a finger inside her folds. "You slut. You're soaked again."
"I can't help it," she almost whined.
"Shame it's not your birthday, isn't it?"
"Yes."
Angelina slipped in a second finger and Hermione thrust her pelvis into them, uncaring how it looked. Her words had stoked her lust without mercy.
"Remember what I said about how the normal rules don't apply here?"
"How could I forget?"
"We could pretend it's your birthday," she whispered. "Birthday girls get loads of presents. Loads and loads of them. And everybody gets to watch her open them. Doesn't that sound nice?"
"Oh, you are evil," Hermione whimpered. She felt herself soak Angelina's fingers. Her words were producing an ache of desire in her belly so strong that it almost hurt. She wriggled her fingers and Hermione ground herself against them, her arousal wet and audible.
"No, I'm the nicest person here. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
"Because I can make sure you get exactly what you want. Right here. Tonight. You only have to decide one thing."
"What?" she asked, now squirming on top of her. She put her hand on Angelina's and forced her fingers deeper inside her.
Angelina kissed her earlobe. "Do you want it to be your birthday, Hermione?"
"Oh, God." She was almost ready to cum again from the images her words provoked.
"If you say yes, I'll go get the twins and Lee and whoever else I can find. They'll be happy to oblige you. Harry is here. He can find Dean, and I'll send Katie to get McLaggen. They'll form a line and give you exactly what you want."
"It's a S-Sunday," she protested weakly, her hand forcing Angie's palm to grind against her clit.
"So? It's still two hours to curfew and you came here to be satisfied."
"Oh, Jesus."
She twisted her fingers inside Hermione one last time. A moment later she shuddered and panted through another orgasm.
Angelina laughed. "Goddamn, girl. You really want that, don't you?"
Hermione couldn't formulate a response. She took great heaving breaths to get control of herself.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," she continued. "But I'm proud of you for owning your desires. I have the same ones."
"You are killing me, Angelina."
"So what will it be? Yes or no?"
"If—if I do this…"
"They'll all know," Angie finished for her. "Everyone. Last time was an accident. This time it would be on purpose, and they'd know exactly how much you want your wet little cunt filled by every cock in the room."
Hermione's heart started racing. Even after another orgasm, Angelina's words lit a fire in her belly that felt unquenchable. Shame threatened to rise up again, but she pushed it obstinately away. This was what she truly wanted, wasn't it? And there was nothing to stop her from getting it. Merlin help her.
Her mind latched onto Harry's comforting words from earlier. How hot he said she had looked the other night. How he couldn't tear his eyes away from her. How the other boys were just as turned on by her as he was.
She took a shuddering breath. It felt as if she were about to stand naked in front of the whole world.
"Yes," she said faintly, her heart thudding in her ears.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. Bring them all. Please."
Angelina laughed. "Good girl. This is going to be fun. But I've got a suggestion. Something to make the experience even hotter for you."
"What?"
She whispered softly in her ear and Hermione whimpered.
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Harry returned to the Pride with Dean on his heels. He had obeyed Angelina's request to fetch him, not entirely sure why. He discovered a group had formed upon his return. The twins were there, as were Lee Jordan, Martigan, McLaggen, Dane Murphy, a few girls, and…well, just about all of the regulars, including a seventh-year he had never seen inside the club before. Everyone was standing around a table and chatting, some of them already disrobed.
He made his way forward and finally understood what was happening.
Hermione was naked and bent over the table, a thick pillow under her chest and a Gryffindor tie wrapped around her eyes like a blindfold. She was on display to the entire gathered crowd.
"Holy shit," he whispered.
Angelina silenced the room with her quidditch captain voice. "Alright people, listen up. I know it's Sunday night, but we missed Hermione's birthday, and we need to make it up to her. She wants to ride the Hogwarts Express. Until it runs of steam and its pistons won't fire. So gird up your loins, boys. Let's show our newest member how much we love her."
There was some laughter and a few cheers. Jo Hampson smacked Hermione's ass playfully, then whispered something in her ear.
"I'm going to get the others," she said to Angelina, heading toward the stairs at a trot.
Harry was instantly hard at the thought of what was about to happen. He walked behind Hermione, who was already breathing hard in anticipation. She was soaking wet, the pink flesh between her lips engorged with arousal.
Angelina walked up and threw an arm around him. "You're up first, Harry."
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They had started almost lovingly. Long, slow thrusts meant to pleasure her rather than themselves. A few of the girls would giggle and whisper in her ear, telling her how amazing and slutty she was. One of them, possibly more, had gone underneath the table to tease her clit while the boys penetrated her.
She could tell who the first few cocks belonged to. Harry, with his perfect dimensions and huge bursts of release. Fred, with his long, thin cock reaching the deepest parts of her. Stewart, with his shorter, sharper thrusts.
But now she had no idea whose cock was inside her, and didn't care. It only mattered that it would soon burst, filling her with wave after wave of ecstasy. The wave would recede and then her hunger would return, begging to be sated by the next cock in line.
She gripped the edges of the table tightly, focused only on her breathing and the hard cock pushing in and out of her with increasingly frantic thrusts. It was caressing and stretching her walls so thoroughly she could barely stand it. She felt empty when it pulled out. Then it would fill her with such delicious pressure again that she wanted to cry in relief.
She was delirious with pleasure. The room felt like it was spinning, even though she couldn't see it. She had never imagined such a feeling existed.
Her body was starting to feel rung out. Her voice was raw from constant moaning. The thrusts were starting to feel a little painful, even with the absurd amount of lubrication filling her. But she didn't want them to stop, not now or ever.
A hand wiped sweaty strands of hair from her forehead. A voice whispered in her ear. She barely recognized it as Angelina's. "You still doing okay, sweetheart?"
"Y-yes," she said hoarsely as the boy behind her spent himself inside her. She whimpered at the sensation and her legs trembled. If not for the table, she would have collapsed.
"You sure? You don't want a break? Or maybe some murtlap before the next one?"
"No break," she said, panting for breath. "Murtlap." If it would help her continue as long as possible, she was all for it.
Angelina chuckled. "Your stamina is out of this fucking world, girl. I've never seen anything like it."
She felt the cool, soothing balm caress her, though she barely felt the fingers on her tender lips. They were already coated with a thick layer of fluids. The next cock pushed inside her and she groaned.
"Hermione, open your mouth," another girl said.
She obeyed without hesitation, and two bursts of cum shot inside it. The rest spurted against her nose and cheeks, and she felt someone rub the tip of their cock against her lips, the last of its release dribbling down her chin. She kissed it before it pulled away. She knew her face was a mess. The blindfold against her eyes was soaked with sweat and cum, and every so often a thick glob would roll down her forehead from her hair.
How long had she been going now? How many people had fucked her, and how many times? She could not have guessed. Different girls had asked her several times if she wanted a break, and each time she had refused them. Why in Merlin's name would she want a break from such pure, unadulterated bliss?
She had lost count of her orgasms. Had it been nine? Ten? More? She only knew her clit was exhausted. She no longer allowed anyone to touch it under the table. It was just too much, and she didn't need their touch to cum anyway, not with so many cocks available to sate her.
Angelina had been right about the blindfold. It was like a lightning bolt igniting a dry forest, turning her libido into a raging inferno. She could feel all the eyes upon her. But it was better that she couldn't see them. So much better. It allowed her imagination to run wild, which only fueled her body. She didn't want to know who was fucking her. It was like something out of her filthiest and most erotic fantasies brought to life.
She imagined the room to be filled with hundreds of people, all of whom were watching her with lust, admiration, and awe. The very thought produced such a profound ache in her belly that she gushed with arousal. She imagined the crowd of strangers smiling and nudging each other, snickering at how much of a wanton whore she was.
Her strongest orgasm of the night—so powerful that she almost passed out—came from imagining all of Slytherin House using her like this. Taunting her, mocking her, calling her foul names—but so turned on by her that they couldn't resist filling her with their cum, over and over.
She had laughed out loud after she came. At the idea of being used by Slytherins, or even her fellow Gryffindors. Because that's not how it actually felt to her. The boys spilling themselves inside her one after the other weren't using her. She was using them.
It felt as if she were a goddess, and her pussy a shrine. The boys were waiting patiently to worship her, offering her a gift before they made way for the next petitioner. Her rational mind knew how ludicrous that sounded, but it wasn't in control. She was lost in fantasy, and didn't care what she might look like from any other perspective.
She felt in awe of herself. As if she had obliterated Hermione Granger and reformed her into something else.
The atmosphere of celebration in the room only fueled her fantasy. She could hear the laughter, the giggles, the cheers when someone grunted and added to the mess inside her.
She almost wished one of them had brought a camera. She wanted to see what her face and pussy looked like. She could feel the cum dripping out of her. She could feel it being pushed out of her with every new penetration. She could feel it coating her face and only wanted more.
What was wrong with her? Surely other girls didn't feel like this, or there would be gangbangs in the common room every night. She throttled the shame that threatened to rise and used it to fuel her desire. She vowed to ask Angelina about it, but couldn't focus on more than her pleasure at the moment. Whatever she may feel tomorrow, tonight she was past caring.
The cock that had been pounding her spurted half a dozen times and she cried out raggedly, her whole body shuddering. It felt as if her magic were a clit that was being lovingly caressed. She could feel it tingling from her toes to her hands and never wanted it to end.
"You sure you want to keep going, Hermione?" Lavender called out.
"Yes!" she shouted, almost angry that they could think otherwise.
There was laughter and disbelieving whispers, and more than a few tired groans.
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"Goddamn, did you dose her?" Martigan asked Angelina.
"Nope. The lust potion is locked up tight. That's all her."
"Holy shit. It's like she's in heat."
She snickered. "She's going to wear out the boys before they wear her out."
Harry barely paid attention to their words. He had heard similar conversations all night. Hermione's all-consuming lust was inspiring wonder. Her stamina was inspiring disbelief.
Only McLaggen was in front of him in the line. This would be his fourth time inside her tonight. Everyone had fucked her multiple times, and still she was wearing out the room. His balls ached, and not just from being with Hermione. She had inspired an impromptu orgy, with members of the Pride spilling into the Room in a stream as word spread. Even those who rarely showed up were present, including a Hufflepuff boy whom he was certain Leanne had retrieved.
They had been going for almost two consecutive hours and still Hermione had wanted no breaks. She had wanted nothing but a constant stream of cocks to fill her.
McLaggen grunted and flexed his ass as he came inside her. He smacked her ass as he pulled away with a look of exhaustion. His release instantly spilled out of her.
Her entire lower body was a mess, as if it had been dipped in a glaze. The back of her legs was streaked with her own juices. Her pussy lips were pink and swollen, but coated with glistening white fluids. Her ass cheeks were an angry red, each bearing the imprints of the hands that had squeezed her as they drove into her with increasing ferocity.
A constant stream of cum oozed out of her, dripping to the floor in gooey ropes and creating a puddle on the carpet. Her pussy gaped, but revealed nothing of its dark recesses. Instead it revealed only a perfect circle of white fluid, a target for the next cock to aim for.
The sight made him ache with renewed desire. He couldn't believe this was Hermione. His Hermione. The one devoted to helping him and saving his life. The one who spent every spare moment in the library. Seeing her like this made him want to fuck her like a feral beast.
He stepped up and eased his cock inside her. She was still tight, but so thickly coated with fluids that it didn't matter. She moaned as he filled her.
His thrusts grew harder. He had cum so much tonight already that he might have lasted forever, but he wanted to finish fast for her. He knew she must be aching. Angelina and Lavender had taken to getting the boys ready before they fucked her, if only to shorten the line and the evening.
His orgasm slowly built and overtook him. He winced as his balls pulsed and he spurted everything he had left within her. She panted and trembled beneath him, her head turned to the side and a little smile on her face.
He leaned down and kissed her cheek. "You are so fucking hot, Hermione," he whispered.
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Author's Note: Thanks for your reviews. I know it's awkward to review smut, but I appreciate knowing what you like and don't like about the story. The plot picks up next chapter, and will include the First Task.