The Lust of Gryffindors
Chapter 10: The First Task
Hermione's overwhelming sense of shame did not reappear after her impromptu gangbang. She didn't allow it to. Every time it reared its ugly head, she smacked it away. But there was nothing she could do about the embarrassment.
The Hogwarts Express, they had called it. A train. The words made her stomach squirm. And she had sought it out. So enthusiastically that she had inspired others both to come and watch and to create an orgy of their own. The festivities had gone late into the night, despite it being a Sunday.
Angelina had taken care of her afterwards, and only then had she realized exactly what she had done. So many boys, over and over, for well over two hours. She did the math in her head, trying to calculate just how many times she had been fucked, and the answer made her head spin.
Angie had given her a little jar of murtlap and admonished her not to wallow. "It's what you wanted, girl. Don't be ashamed of it. Own it."
She never would have guessed herself capable of such behavior. She was Hermione Granger: driven student who wanted to know everything about magic, to prove to herself and everyone that she belonged, and ultimately to make the world a better place. She was bossy and demanding. Proper and strict in her morality.
Apparently she was also a whore. At least when there were no consequences attached.
The little smirks and grins she received from the members of the club sent a shiver down her spine. She held up her chin and met their eyes bravely, even when she couldn't force down a blush. The fact that they knew about her—what she liked and just how much—produced a flood of moisture in her knickers.
Her mind had wandered in History of Magic, and she had surrendered to memories from that night. For the first time in her Hogwarts education, she excused herself from class to masturbate in a nearby bathroom.
What in Merlin's name was wrong with her? Why did she lose her mind like that? Why did it produce such a flood of pleasure when the boys came inside her?
She awkwardly consulted Angelina about the issue, but she just laughed. Other girls, it seemed, experienced a similar pleasurable feeling, but she knew of no one who craved it so ravenously. She wasn't quite brave enough to consult Lavender and Parvati. They enjoyed teasing her too much, and while they were growing closer, she couldn't yet call them confidants.
She vowed to herself to do extensive research after the first task. Her need for answers was becoming important. But until then her time would be monopolized by trying to ensure that her best friend survived the month of November.
When she and Harry weren't studying for classes, they were preparing for the tournament, working feverishly on the list of spells they had devised. Without knowing what he was facing, there was little more they could do. That often left them too exhausted for any amorous activities. Nevertheless, they visited the Pride three more times in the following week.
She hadn't sought out another train. She was content for her and Harry to be together, or to wait for someone to proposition her. She had slept with almost every boy in the place by now, and they were growing more comfortable with approaching her.
It was becoming an odd sort of sanctuary for them, much to her surprise. Out in the halls they both felt at war. But the outside world wasn't allowed inside the Pride. Shame didn't exist there. So why should she shame herself for doing as she wished?
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"Dragons," he whispered hoarsely.
"What?"
"Dragons," he repeated. "We'll be fighting a dragon."
Hermione's face paled. "What? What?! How can they—"
They were in the alcove above the deserted Pride. Harry had dragged her there after a midnight meeting with Hagrid. The revelation of what was waiting for him in the Forbidden Forest had left him in shock. It was only two days before the first task—how in the name of all that was holy could he prepare to face a dragon? It was one of the few creatures they hadn't studied in detail. How could anyone possibly expect teenagers to fight the ultimate XXXXX predator?
Hermione stood and began pacing the little room, so irate that her hair was standing on end with static electricity.
"Those—those—bastards!" she yelled.
Harry rubbed his forehead tiredly, his scar aching. He was no longer shocked when Hermione cursed. "I know. Believe me, I know."
"How can they expect you to fight a dragon? It takes a whole team of people to subdue one."
"We might not have to fight it. We might just have to get past it. Maybe it will be guarding something."
"So you have to trick it somehow if you can't fight it," she murmured. "And if you fail, you die. The Headmaster must be insane to allow this."
"I might have him committed to St. Mungo's if I survive this. The killing curse is the only thing I can think to use, and I doubt I can cast it," he said miserably.
It seemed even clearer now that whoever had entered him into the tournament intended for him to die. It might be the plot of a rogue Death Eater, but his gut told him it was Voldemort. His scar was aching more frequently, and he hadn't forgotten the strange dream over the summer that featured Pettigrew and a now deceased caretaker.
She took a deep breath. "Let's approach this rationally. We have two days. I'll go get some books on dragons. They must have some weaknesses."
"I'm going to try and reach Sirius," he said. "He's supposed to be back in Britain soon. Maybe he has some ideas."
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They spent every free moment of the next day holed up in the library. Sirius, unfortunately, couldn't offer much in the way of advice, but he too was outraged on Harry's behalf. With less than 24 hours before the task, they were getting desperate. Dragons didn't have many weaknesses. The only truly vulnerable places on their bodies were their mouths and eyes. Harry didn't fancy trying to cast a spell into a dragon's open mouth while it spewed fire at him.
He didn't feel confident attacking its eyes either. Not only were they a small target, but few curses could damage them without causing permanent blindness. Facing an enraged dragon that had just lost an eye seemed like the height of foolishness.
Hermione had discovered the conjunctivitis curse, but he had no way to practice it on a living target. Even if he managed to temporarily blind the dragon, it could still detect him with its other senses.
It wasn't until Professor Moody pulled him aside and told him to play to his strengths, even ones that didn't involve wands, that he realized the only possible solution. Flying.
He raced to the library. He arrived to discover Viktor Krum walking away from Hermione, who was seated at their usual table. The hulking boy gave him a nod and a grunt but kept walking.
"What was that about?" he asked, seating himself.
"Oh, he was actually being helpful!" she replied. She pointed to a pair of nearby books relating to dragons. "These were checked out earlier, and he brought them to me when he was done. He must have known what we were looking for."
Harry frowned. Krum was helping them? That seemed out of character. Then again, he didn't really know anything about Viktor's character. He was judging him only by his habitual scowl. Perhaps he understood that he didn't enter himself and was in over his head.
"So Krum definitely knows about the dragons," he said, "and so does Delacour. Do you suppose Cedric knows?"
"I don't know. Wouldn't he tell you about them if he did?"
"I'd like to think so. I'll track him down after dinner tonight."
"Let's get started on these books then. We might have missed something important."
"We did," Harry said excitedly. "Flying. Professor Moody gave me a hint after class. If I can get my broom into the arena, I might be able to outmaneuver the dragon from the air."
"If you don't get burnt to a crisp."
"There is that, but what else can I do? I'd have to summon the broom, obviously. They only let me bring my wand with me."
"It would take forever to summon something from the castle," she mused, thinking through the problem. "But if I brought your broom to the stands…"
Harry grinned.
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He watched the Hufflepuff table out of the corner of his eye, trying not to let his irritation show. The entire house was treating him coldly at best, with a few exceptions; at least half were wearing those stupid badges. But he knew he had to tell Cedric about the dragons. If he didn't already know, he might end up dead.
When Cedric finally finished eating, Harry and Hermione rose and followed him out of the Great Hall. He was surrounded by his friends, but there was nothing to be done about that.
"Cedric," he called out, catching him up.
Cedric turned. So did his friends, all of whom glared at Harry. He ignored them.
"I need to talk to you," he said. "About the tournament. It's important."
The handsome Hufflepuff boy looked between the two Gryffindors. "Alright, then. Over here."
They stepped to the side of the corridor and he motioned for his friends to give them some privacy.
"What's this about, Potter?"
"Dragons," Harry said urgently. "We're facing dragons tomorrow. I only found out late last night. Krum and Delacour already know."
Cedric paled and stared at him for a long moment. "You can't be serious. If this is a prank—"
"It's not. I promise. I thought you should know. I don't want to see you die in this stupid thing."
He nodded slowly. "Okay, thank you for telling me. It looks like I've got some planning to do."
"You're welcome. And good luck."
Harry was surprised when the boy held out his hand. He shook it, and the two groups went their separate ways.
"Harry," Cedric called down the corridor before they had gone too far. "Did you enter yourself in the tournament?"
"No," he answered firmly.
"Alright, I believe you. I'll get the rest of my House in line."
"Thank you."
If he were still alive the next day, maybe fewer Hufflepuffs would try to kill him with their glares.
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Hermione clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost drew blood. It took everything in her power not to close her eyes as her friend fought for his life. The other three champions had completed their tasks, and she was surprised at how well they handled themselves against an apex predator. They had all escaped with only minor injuries.
Then Harry's dragon had been led into the arena.
The Hungarian Horntail was absolutely massive. It was easily twice the size of the Chinese Fireball. And it was enraged. Eight wizards tried desperately to control the beast as it swung its tail and attempted to bite or roast everything in sight.
She had almost wet herself when Harry stepped into the arena. He looked so small in comparison. The broom in her lap had instantly flown into his waiting hands. That much of the plan, at least, had worked.
Now she watched, hardly daring to breathe, as he baited the dragon with dangerous flying maneuvers. He swooped and dodged and feinted, each time barely missing getting roasted by fire or impaled by a huge tail spike. He flew by the stands at breakneck speed, and she was astonished to see him smiling.
The dragon was beyond furious with the little fly pestering it. It roared, literally shaking the stands with its rage. The bonds restraining its legs snapped, and it lifted into the air. The entire stadium gasped. People started shouting, but Hermione could only stare in horror as the great beast drew even with Harry in the sky and opened its jaws.
Harry hovered in place, seemingly too shocked to do anything more. The Horntail unleashed a massive wall of fire directly at him. Even in the stands, the air crackled as if ready to ignite. Hermione screamed.
Harry zoomed underneath the blaze and sped toward his goal. The dragon's fire trailed him, nearly setting fire to the thistles on his broom. When it realized its prey was escaping, the Horntail dropped to the ground with a thunderous boom and swung its tail viciously, trying to swat him out of the air.
He barrel-rolled desperately out of the way and flew toward the nest at full speed. He reached down and grabbed the proper egg, then pulled up hard before he could smash against the wall.
Fire engulfed the space he had just occupied. He flew straight up, baiting the dragon to rise, then dove straight down toward the exit. He leapt from his broom and lunged through the warded door just before another burst of fire splashed against it.
Hermione whimpered in relief as he disappeared, seemingly unscathed. The crowd roared its approval as a dozen wizards flooded the arena to cast stunners at the raging dragon. Everyone around her seemed excited, but she was shaking. That was the most terrifying thing she had ever witnessed, and she had experiences with werewolves, three-headed dogs and basilisks.
She stood and pushed people out of her way, intending to force her way into the medical tent.
There was a wizard stationed just inside it, preventing people from entering. She ignored his shouted objections and strode toward Harry, then engulfed him in a powerful hug.
"Oh, Merlin, I thought you were dead."
"It was a close thing, but I'm here."
She pulled back and looked at him, reassuring herself that he was whole. Their eyes met, and she was stunned to see that he was smiling.
"Do you have a concussion?"
He laughed. "I do feel a bit giddy, but no. That was actually fun except for the whole imminent death thing. I can't wait to tell Sirius about it."
"You're insane, Harry."
She hugged him for all she was worth. He relaxed into it, and she felt some of the last month's tension dissipate.
Their reunion was interrupted by Viktor Krum, who loomed over the both of them.
He nodded at Harry respectfully. "Vas good flying. Very good."
"Er, thank you. I didn't get to see you compete, but it sounded impressive."
Krum waved the praise away. "Vas nothing. I made mistake and dragon broke her eggs. But we are still alive, yes?"
"Yes," Harry agreed with a grin. "We are."
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Madam Pomfrey kept him for another half-hour before she finally agreed he wasn't about to die. They weren't able to speak to Fleur or Cedric, both of whom were being treated for minor burns. All in all, Harry felt he had performed admirably. His mood slowly improved as he realized he might just make it out of the tournament alive. If they didn't send more dragons at him, that is.
That good mood disappeared soon after they left the medical tent. Ron Weasley was waiting on him, while Seamus Finnegan stood twenty feet away and watched.
"Er, hey mate," Ron said, shooting Hermione a nervous glance.
"Ron."
Ron shuffled his feet, not quite able to meet his eyes. "I reckon, you know, if they've got you fighting dragons, someone might be trying to do you in after all."
He snorted. "You think?"
"Er, yeah. So, I guess we can hang out again if you want. You know, put this behind us."
Harry almost drew his wand on him. Ron made it sound like he was doing him a favor, willing to overlook his past transgressions.
"I didn't hear an apology in there, Ron," he replied lowly.
"I made a mistake, okay? People make mistakes."
"Like that badge on your chest? That a mistake too?"
Ron flushed and pulled the 'Potter Stinks' badge from his uniform. "Forgot that was there," he muttered. He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Harry. We can go back to the way things were now. I figure you must be going spare with nowhere to go but the library."
Ron glanced at Hermione. She was nearly vibrating with anger at his dismissal.
"Again with that tone," Harry growled. "Gonna do me a favor and allow me back in your exalted presence?"
Ron flushed an angry red but held his tongue.
"I've got plenty of people to 'hang out' with, Ron," he continued. "People who actually believed in me. At the very least they didn't wear those stupid fucking badges. And don't insult Hermione in my presence. I happen to enjoy her company, and unlike you, she's never turned her back on me for a fucking month while someone tried to murder me!"
Ron flinched at his tone but clenched his jaw stubbornly. "I said I was sorry."
"Fuck you. You're here to soothe your wounded ego. Come back when you're ready to give a real apology, because I'm not in the mood for this bullshit."
He stalked away, Hermione on his heels, leaving a scowling Ron behind.
"I can't believe that boy," she hissed. "Merlin, what an ass."
"I don't see how he's related to the twins. It's like he expected us to be groveling for his forgiveness."
The two returned to the castle, their elation at Harry's survival replaced by disgust with Ron.
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Their dark mood evaporated almost instantly when they entered the common room. Loud cheers greeted them both. Harry was swept up and carried across the room on the shoulders of the crowd. There were streamers and party decorations everywhere, and someone shoved a mug of butterbeer into his hand.
He couldn't help but laugh. Gryffindor hadn't turned on him like the other houses had, but there had been a quiet tension in the dorm since the tournament began. That appeared to be a thing of the past.
Harry looked around at the smiles on all the faces. Some of these people had been ignoring him or glaring at him only the day before. He decided he didn't care. He was willing to move on, provided they didn't turn on him again. It wasn't as simple as that with Ron. There was a long history there, and he had trampled all over it in a fit of infantile jealousy.
For the next two hours, people patted him on the back and made toasts in his name. They expounded at length on his performance against the dragon, some of them reenacting his flight with their arms. Firewhiskey had appeared from somewhere, and the room was eventually filled with drunken laughter.
He glanced around and noticed that members of the Pride were slowly starting to peel off from the crowd. Hermione stood at his side, chatting with Lavender, who looked quite keen to leave as well. She leaned down to whisper in Hermione's ear and then disappeared into the girls' dorms.
Harry raised an eyebrow at her.
"Elsewhere?" she suggested.
"Elsewhere."
They met in the Pride's room a few minutes later, and only then, in the absence of all the noise, did he realize how tired he was. He and Hermione had been up all night preparing for the task, and now that the adrenaline was gone, he felt ready to crash. Hermione looked exhausted too, but everyone around them was energized and ready to celebrate long into the night.
People slowly trickled into the room, more than they had seen before, and soon discarded clothes littered the floor. With so many drunk teenagers, debauchery was inevitable.
Harry collapsed onto a couch, too tired to undress himself. Hermione collapsed next to him. Drinks were thrust into both their hands. A steady stream of people flowed by, offering their congratulations, but no one attempted to molest either of them.
Katie Bell decided that just wouldn't do. She plopped herself on Harry's lap and pulled him into a whiskey-fueled kiss. She pulled back giggling.
"Feeling good, Katie?" he asked, amused at the goofy grin on her face.
"Drunk as a skunk! Wanna take me for a broom ride, since I brought your sexy arse in here? I promise not to breathe fire at you."
He laughed. "Anything you want, but you better be quick about it, because I'm about to pass out."
"You don't have to do a damn thing but sit there, dragon fighter," she said, and started pulling off his clothes.
He turned a bemused smile on Hermione, who pecked him on the lips. "Have fun. Dane Murphy's making eyes at me. I'll be back."
She sauntered toward Dane, removing bits of clothing as she went. The gangly boy was already stroking himself in a nearby seat, waiting on her.
"Fuck," Katie muttered. She swayed drunkenly, trying to wrestle off his trousers and boxers. "Sit up, Harry."
He obeyed, and she yanked both to the floor.
"That's what I've been wanting," she said, admiring his soft cock. "But damn if I don't remember it being bigger."
She dropped to her knees and teased it with slobbery kisses. He slowly grew hard and she clambered back onto his lap, nearly falling over in the process.
"Just relax and let Katiebugg do all the work. Merlin, you were so fucking hot out there today."
"Katiebugg?"
"Old nickname," she said with a grin. "Just don't call me that in the halls or I might stop fucking you. We don't want that."
"No, we don't."
She reached between her legs, fumbling with his cock and trying to put it inside her, not interested in any foreplay.
"What the—" she muttered, before finding the right spot. "Ah, there she blows."
She wriggled her hips and slowly slid down his length, plunging him deep into her already wet warmth.
Harry sighed in bliss, ignoring the chaos and noise around them. Katie wrapped her arms around his neck and started riding him languorously. She closed her eyes as she fucked him, and he couldn't resist squeezing her little breasts with his hands. Her nipples poked hard into his palms. They were longer than he remembered them. He gently tweaked and rubbed them between his fingers, still delighted that a girl would allow him to do so.
She giggled. "They're harder than your cock."
"I don't know about that, but I love them."
"I wish I had the boobs to go with them."
"You do, and they're awesome."
"Nah, I barely need a bra. I don't mind too much, though; if I had Molly's I wouldn't be able to fly in a straight line."
He smiled. Evidently Katie was a chatty drunk. He continued massaging her breasts as she thrust herself onto him. He could feel her get wetter and she picked up the pace. She looked into his eyes with a mad grin.
"What are you grinning at?"
"I took your cherry," she replied smugly.
"Say what?"
"I took your cherry! And I still can't believe it. A month ago, I popped Harry Potter's cherry, and here I am riding him in front of a crowd."
Harry laughed at her drunken rambling. "And I'm very glad you did."
She smirked and rubbed her nose against his. "I want to tell the whole room."
"That you were my first?"
"Yesh. Popped your sherry like a big balloon filled with cum. It leaked out of me all night."
He laughed loudly this time. She was absolutely hammered and he found it adorable. "Go ahead."
"Really?" she said gleefully.
"Yeah. Tell them."
Katie leaned back. "Listen up, you sluts!" she yelled to the crowded room. "I was the one who popped Harry Potter's sherr—er, cherry— and he loved every fucking second of it. So you can all…suck my dick!"
The whole room cheered and she collapsed against his chest, giggling uncontrollably.
"You are fucking drunk."
"As a skunk in your trunk," she agreed.
She looked up into his eyes and grinned. "Wanna hear something funny?"
"Sure."
"Hickory, dickory, dock! I'm riding Harry Potter's fat cock!"
She emphasized her point by wriggling him around inside her. Harry couldn't stop laughing. He had never imagined seeing one of his teammates so off her head. He planned to tease the hell out of her over this moment, possibly for the rest of her life.
"Okay, let's bounce," she said suddenly. She lifted herself with her thighs and dropped her weight on him, pushing him deep inside her. Their flesh smacked together and she repeated the motion until she was impaling herself roughly and bouncing off his thighs.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she moaned, scratching her fingernails against his chest.
Angelina passed by as she rode him and Katie reached out and smacked her ass, nearly falling off him in the process. "Angie! Rub my clit. I'm about to cum on Harry Potter's cock."
"I can see that."
"Yeah. Ish your duty as Captain to diddle me," she panted.
Angie laughed and reached between her legs to tease her as she rode Harry ever harder.
"Oh, that's the spot. That's a good Captain."
Angelina shook her head. "Katie, if you puke tonight, you're cleaning it up."
"Oh, bugger off. Or get buggered; that sounds like more fun."
"Oh, my God, girl. Good luck, Harry."
"As long as nobody pukes on me," he said, unable to contain his mirth.
"No guarantees," Katie panted. "Here it comes."
Angie squeezed her clit from both sides. Her thighs quivered and she stopped bouncing to grind herself against him. She moaned loudly and Harry felt her spasming around his cock.
She collapsed against his chest when she was spent. "Oh, fuck me."
Angie smacked her on the ass before she walked away. "He just did. Don't get sick, shithead."
Katie giggled and looked up at him, her face sweaty and happy. "Did you cum? You didn't cum, did you? I want you to cum."
"No, but's that okay. I'm really tired."
"No, no, no," she said, shaking her head like a dog. "Katiebugg makes the boys cum."
She climbed off Harry and got on her knees, then immediately took him into her mouth. She licked him from tip to balls and stroked him firmly.
"Mmm, I taste tangy," she said, slurping her own juices.
He smiled and watched her work. Truthfully, he was so exhausted he felt no urge to cum, but he didn't think she would accept that. He flexed his ass and tried to focus on that familiar feeling, willing it to happen.
It slowly built as she slobbered on him. "Almost there, Katie."
She pulled her mouth away and stroked him hard. "Do it on my face. I want to make Fred lick it off."
He laughed again just as his orgasm overtook him. She closed her eyes and pointed him directly at her face, and he painted it with everything he had. It coated her from forehead to chin and dripped down her neck onto her breasts.
She gasped, trying to breathe through her mouth. "Fucking Merlin, Harry. I can't shee now."
"You told me to do it."
She turned around and yelled out to the room. "Oy, Fred Weasley! Come here, you ginger squib."
She stood and stumbled forward, her eyes closed and her hands held out before her. He was going to have to get Katie drunk more often. There was a hysterically funny wench hidden behind the façade of the athletic sweetheart.
He sank back into the couch with a sigh. He was in such a pleasant daze right now that it was hard to believe he had fought a dragon earlier. His life this year had moved from one surreal moment to the next. This place seemed to provide a new one every night.
He surveyed the room, watching couples and threesomes and even foursomes fucking everywhere. He had never seen the room so busy. Usually it was just 'the regulars' who showed up. He hadn't even slept with all of them yet. Some of these new faces he barely recognized.
Parvati sat down on the seat next to him and squeezed his thigh. "Hey, Harry."
"Hey, Parv. How are you this fine evening?"
"Happy to be alive, and happy you're alive. Feel like celebrating?" she asked leadingly.
"I would love to, but I think maybe I need a rain check. I'm about to pass out. I didn't sleep last night."
"Aww, I suppose I can wait. Heroes need their beauty sleep," she said, and kissed him on the cheek. "Tomorrow night?"
"I can't wait."
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Hermione wandered around the Pride, watching the various couplings. She had never seen so many people here. Nor had she seen everyone so drunk or celebratory. They were celebrating Harry's performance in the first task as if it had been a Gryffindor quidditch victory. Some of the seventh years she barely knew by name. Most looked to be coupled up and people-watching just like her.
Harry had gone to bed half an hour earlier, dead on his feet. She too was exhausted, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from what was happening around her. She had been out of her mind with lust the last time so many people had been present, and it was a different experience to observe rather than participate.
She had finished with Dane long ago, and wasn't truly in the mood for another lover. She intended to follow Harry's lead and go to bed, but the atmosphere of the Pride was so alluring tonight that she couldn't resist lingering a little while. The lights were low and flickering, writhing bodies were everywhere, and the music was low and sensual despite the drunken laughter that occasionally filled the room.
Angelina was riding Dean lasciviously on the floor, right in the center of the room. Hermione watched as she raised and lowered herself on his cock with a blissful look on her face. She could make all of massive length disappear inside her. It made her a bit jealous.
Not far away, Molly Beckwith was riding Julian Martigan in a similar position. He massaged her breasts from underneath, their mammoth dimensions overflowing his hands while she writhed atop him.
She wandered to the corners of the room to observe the action on the beds. On one she discovered Livia Tinkerfell, Saoirse Manson, and Alicia Spinnet in a pile. Tinkerfell was sandwiched in the middle, making out lustily with Manson while the Scottish girl fingered her. Alicia kissed her neck from behind while her fingers competed with Manson's between her legs.
She moved toward another bed, hypnotized by the lust on display, and was surprised to see it occupied by Lee Jordan and Fred Weasley. They were sitting next to each other, their backs against the headboard, and slowly stroking each other's hard cocks.
They appeared to be watching all the debauchery just as she was. Fred saw her approach. His eyes raked across her nude body.
"Like what you see, Hermione?"
"Er, yes, I do," unable to look away from the sight of Lee's cock in his hand.
Lee laughed. "It's a good night to be a voyeur. Care to join us?"
"Thank you, but I'm headed to bed soon."
"Suit yourself," he replied. "Consider it an open invitation."
"Do you, er, mind if I watch you for a little while? I've never seen two boys together," she said with a slight blush.
Fred grinned and squeezed his friend's cock. "What do you say, Lee? Shall we put on a show for the curious young witch?"
"I think we should. She needs a well-rounded education."
Hermione watched, enthralled, as Fred scooted down the bed and leaned over Lee's cock. He winked at her. "You're allowed to take notes if you want."
He licked around Lee's dark crown in slow circles until precum oozed out and the boy was groaning. Then he gripped his cock at its base, using only his thumb and forefinger, and slowly licked up and down his entire shaft, coating it with saliva until it glistened.
"Merlin," Hermione whispered. She could feel herself grow wet again.
Fred took his swollen head in his lips and began stroking him more firmly. He opened his mouth wide and lowered his head. Most of Lee's shaft disappeared down his throat. Lee closed his eyes and moaned as his head bobbed.
Fred released him and teased the underside of his tip with a single finger. It pulsed, and he came without warning, dribbling down Fred's hand before three spurts arced into the air. Fred hurriedly swallowed his head and sucked the remaining cum from him.
He opened his mouth to show Hermione the results of his efforts, then swallowed. "An entertaining show?" he asked.
"Dear God, yes," Hermione replied breathlessly. She was soaking wet again despite her fatigue.
"That was just the first act. Come round to the side."
She did so, now standing at the edge of the bed. Fred got on his knees above Lee, his hard cock bobbing. Lee pulled back his legs, exposing his ass. Fred rubbed the tip of his cock up and down his sphincter until it pulsed in anticipation.
"Nothing like a long, slow buggering," he said to her. He let a long trail of saliva drip directly onto Lee's asshole.
Lee laughed. "Put it in, you berk. You're getting me hard again."
He found the angle he wanted and pushed. From the side, Hermione could see his long cock spread his flesh wide open as it slid inside him. He kept pushing until he filled him completely.
"That's what I'm talking about," Lee groaned.
Hermione felt a drip of moisture run down her inner thigh. She unconsciously reached between her legs to rub her clit as she watched. She had never seen two boys fuck before, and she was stunned at how much it turned her on.
Fred began slowly fucking him, removing most of his cock before burying himself again. Lee was pressed into the bed, his legs in the air, in a very submissive position. He moaned and teased his soft cock as Fred penetrated him.
She rubbed herself more vigorously as he continued penetrating Lee with slow, sensual thrusts. She had never thought of her asshole as an erogenous zone, and wasn't sure if she would like it, but watching her friends do this to each other was hot.
She pushed her clit into her lips, pressing it back and forth as she felt a powerful orgasm approaching.
Lee's cock was getting hard again from Fred's deep thrusts. He stroked it firmly, which in this position wasn't far from his own face. She wondered if he might be able to suck the tip of his own cock. Dean almost certainly could.
"Oh, fuck, you're so tight," Fred groaned. "I can't take it anymore."
He pounded his ass roughly for a dozen strokes and panted as orgasm tore through him. His ass flexed as he filled Lee with thick bursts of cum. Hermione's release followed soon after. She was overcome by watching the boys' lust. She closed her eyes and panted along with Fred as her clit throbbed between her fingers.
She opened her eyes to find them still in the same position, Fred buried to the hilt in his friend's ass while he furiously stroked himself. "Leave it in," Lee panted. "I'm almost there."
Fred smirked at her. "Why don't you lend him a hand, Hermione? The poor boy's desperate."
She leaned forward without hesitation and took Lee's cock away from him. She tugged on him as hard as she could, trying to match the pace he had set for himself. She had never stroked someone so hard before. It felt almost violent.
He grimaced and closed his eyes. "Fuck. Almost there."
"Point it at his face," Fred whispered.
She did so, and a moment later Lee burst in her hand, dribbling cum onto his chest and then shooting several thick loads onto his own face and neck.
He panted as he came down. Fred gingerly pulled out of him, allowing his legs to return to the bed.
"Merlin," Hermione said in awe.
What an incredible place the Pride was turning out to be.
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Author's Note: there's your first true slash. As I said earlier, there won't be much of it, but it will occasionally happen in a place like the Pride, even when the guys aren't necessarily gay. Will Harry participate at all? You'll just have to wait and see, but he'll consider himself straight.
I hope you enjoyed the fight with the dragon and Katie's drunken antics.