The Lust of Gryffindors
Chapter 12: Yule Celebrations, Part I
The school buzzed with anticipation in the two weeks leading up to the Yule Ball. Girls giggled together about their dates and dresses. Boys attempted to work up the courage to find a date. That or they just tried to ignore all the craziness.
Harry was glad he didn't have to worry about it. He had accepted Parvati's offer, and she, of course, was thrilled. He knew he would have a good time with her, and he would do his best to make it a special evening for her. News that she would be his date spread far and wide. For the first time, he was grateful for the Hogwarts gossip network. It stopped people from giving him hopeful looks or propositioning him outright.
Hermione had accepted Viktor's offer and the Bulgarian likewise seemed keen to show her a good time. The day after she accepted, he cornered Harry to make sure he didn't have any objections. He apparently hadn't realized just how close she was to Harry, and had sought her out because he was intrigued by her demeanor in the library. It also helped that she wasn't one of his fan girls.
Though his English wasn't great, Harry had been startled by Viktor's sincerity. With Cedric befriending him and now the Durmstrang champion seeking him out, he wondered if he would wake up one morning to find Fleur Delacour poking her head through the curtains of his four-poster. Somehow he doubted it. He had barely traded words with the beautiful French veela, and she looked at him dismissively when she deigned to look at him at all.
The members of the Pride paired off mostly with each other. Dean and Lavender would be attending together. Angelina paired off with Fred, and Alicia with George. Katie would be escorted by Lee Jordan. Martigan coupled with Tinkerfell, Ogden with Manson, and Perkins with Molly Beckwith. The others he wasn't sure of.
The funniest part of the week had been Ron's attempt to secure Fleur as a date. Enthralled with her allure, he had asked her in the middle of the Great Hall with the entire school watching. Fleur had looked at him as if he were a cockroach, not even deigning to answer before he scurried away.
Harry felt bad for him, but a small part of him cheered. He wasn't above a little schadenfreude for someone who had turned on him. Parvati eventually took mercy on Ron and secured him a date with her twin sister. He dearly hoped Ron would behave himself.
Harry and Hermione continued their intermittent training, slowly making their way down the spells on her list. Both felt confident in dueling and shielding now, and could probably take down their fourth-year classmates with ease. He was almost curious enough to challenge Cedric to a duel, just to see where he stood, but decided to wait until he was a little stronger. Three years of magical development was quite an advantage.
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A few days before the ball, Angelina approached them soon after they arrived in the Pride.
"Quick question before you get busy," she said, hustling them to a corner.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked.
"I know you haven't been here long, but I'm asking everybody for their opinions. It's about this Yule Ball business. Some people want to bring in their dates from outside the house."
"Is that even possible?" Harry asked.
"If they sign the same contracts—sure. But we don't want to have to sneak people in all the time and if too many outsiders know, it will make people here uncomfortable. This is a Gryffindor sanctuary. But with this ball…"
"Yeah?"
She sighed. "I've been getting the same request over and over. So have the twins. Everybody seems to be thinking of this as a once-in-a-lifetime event. Normally we'd just tell people to use the prefects' baths or some classroom, but those spots will be hopping that night. The Professors might even be watching them. We'd have guaranteed privacy here, so—what do you think?"
Hermione spoke first. "Who are we talking about? Just people's random dates for the night? Because I'm going with Viktor Krum, and I don't really know him well."
Angelina's eyes widened. "Damn, girl. You landed Krum? I'm jealous."
"He knows quality when he sees it," she answered, lifting her chin.
She laughed. "I'm sure he does. Give him a good quality shag and it might improve international relations."
"I honestly have no idea if I would be interested in sleeping with him."
"Right. And Harry's gonna play for the Harpies one day."
Hermione crossed her arms indignantly. Harry laughed at the look on her face. "Well, I'm going with Parvati," he said, "so that's not an issue. I suppose I don't have a problem with people joining us, as long as they're not like Malfoy or wearing those stupid badges."
"Definitely not," Angie agreed. "We wouldn't let just anybody in. We'd only allow people with no axes to grind, and preferably with a few good friends here. It would only be a handful, and case-by-case if we do it at all. I'm still torn."
Harry grinned. "Planning to invite Fleur Delacour?"
"You wish, but hell no. She'd enthrall every boy in the room and cause a scene. No veela."
"Aww."
He didn't honestly think he had a shot with Fleur, but that didn't stop him from imagining what she looked like beneath her robes.
Angie looked at Hermione, who was deep in thought. If students from other houses showed up, they might see her in the throes of passion. If things got out of control again, they would know. Could she live with that? Would it make things impossibly awkward in classes? Or would the guests even be from their year? She wasn't keen on the idea of more people knowing about her predilections, even if they couldn't tell anyone.
Angie snapped her fingers in front of her face. "Hermione?"
"Oh. Sorry. I was just thinking it over. I, er, suppose I can live with it if they're all people we can trust, and if there are only a few."
"Don't worry. If we do this, I'll make sure all the boys are interested in taking advantage of you."
Hermione huffed and he laughed again.
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Harry waited in the Gryffindor common room with Viktor Krum. He had been allowed inside to pick up Hermione as his date. Both boys had been standing near the staircase to the girls' dorms for half an hour. They had witnessed a succession of girls descending to meet their dates. Each was arrayed in more finery than Harry had ever seen.
Fay Dunbar, one of Hermione's roommates, looked particularly stunning in a burgundy dress. He had been a little surprised that her date was Seamus Finnegan. He was even more surprised when Ginny Weasley descended the staircase and was embraced by a nervous Neville Longbottom. Neville had been very quiet this year, trying to avoid the tension in their dorm room, but he had discreetly told Harry he believed in him, something he greatly appreciated.
"Any minute now, I suppose," he muttered to Viktor.
They had run out of things to talk about already, and he felt awkward making small talk with his fellow competitor and international quidditch star.
Viktor laughed. "Girls are same, whether it is Bulgaria or England. They like mirrors and making us wait."
At long last, Parvati and Hermione descended the stairs of the girls' dorms together.
Both girls were breathtakingly beautiful. He had never seen Hermione pay such attention to her appearance. Her light pink gown exposed her shoulders and seemed to float as it reached her feet. Her bushy hair had been tamed into wavy curls that floated in small tendrils down her neck, and her makeup was done flawlessly. She could easily stand alongside Lavender and not suffer in comparison.
Parvati looked stunning too. Her light blue gown showed off her bronze skin beautifully. She wore a cape of white gauze that seemed to shimmer in the light. The makeup around her eyes literally sparkled. A necklace of diamonds graced her slender neck, and Harry didn't think they could possibly be real. There were dozens of them.
"Wow," he breathed. "You both look stunning."
"Thank you," Parvati said with a little giggle. "You look quite dashing yourself."
The boys held out their arms and led the girls through the castle to the Great Hall, but had to wait to enter. Cedric and Cho joined them, and eventually so did Roger Davies and Fleur Delacour. Fleur wore a regal blue gown and a tiara that made her look like a literal princess. Her skin, of which quite a lot was on display, almost glowed with an inner light. Davies was already blinking stupidly at her, not able to keep his eyes to himself. Harry was embarrassed for him.
Professor McGonagall finally led them in. Harry had never felt so many eyes upon him. He sighed with relief when they were seated and allowed to eat. He sat next to Parvati and Roger Davies, who spent the entire dinner gazing at Fleur in admiration. On Fleur's other side was Percy Weasley, who attempted to speak to her officiously about the Ministry of Magic. He felt sorry for her, but he had his own date to entertain.
Hermione engaged Viktor in halting conversation about the differences between Britain and Eastern Europe, while Parvati and Cho were united in their fascination with the different foods and clothes on display. Harry just did his best to make sure everyone was happy.
The ball itself was a tiresome affair for him. Dancing just wasn't in his wheelhouse, and he managed to step on Parvati's toes three times. Considering how many times they danced together, he figured that wasn't so terrible. She certainly didn't seem to mind if the smile that lit up her face all night was any indication.
He found his dance card quite full. In addition to Parvati, he partnered with Hermione, Katie, Cho, Lavender, Angelina, Saoirse, Jo Hampson, a beautiful Beauxbatons girl who spoke no English, a blushing Ginny Weasley, and, finally, Padma Patil.
Ron, it seemed, had neglected Padma the entire evening. He sulked by the refreshments, glaring at everyone and refusing to dance, let alone speak with his date. Parvati coaxed Harry into inviting her onto the floor, hoping that her evening could be salvaged. Ron took one look at them together and stormed out of the hall.
He was tempted to ask Fleur Delacour to dance, just to see her reaction, but she sent off such waves of irritation with the whole affair that he decided against it. Few boys had the courage to approach her in a coherent way, and Roger Davies almost drooled on her, much to her obvious disgust. He didn't quite understand why she provoked such a strong reaction in some of the boys. He could feel the pull of her allure, but it wasn't that difficult to ignore.
The highlight of the formal dancing for everyone was Professor McGonagall. A few of the Professors had danced with each other, which didn't attract much attention, but when one of the Weasley twins pulled McGonagall onto the floor, every eye was upon them. The elderly Professor pretended to glare at him, but Harry could see the amusement shining in her eyes. She led the grinning twin through a graceful waltz, earning them a few cheers—and then some raucous laughter when his brother immediately took his place for another dance.
The evening grew more relaxed as it wore on. The Weird Sisters took the stage and the formal dances stopped, replaced by more chaotic gyrations. Someone—likely the twins—had spiked the punch, and soon there was quite a lot of loud revelry taking place. The Professors turned a blind eye to most of it, so long as no one embarrassed their school. They stood watching at the edge of the dance floor and occasionally patrolled the gardens outside to make sure no one was getting too fresh in public.
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At long last it was done. Hermione kissed Harry on the cheek to spend some time alone with Viktor, while he, Parvati, Cho, and Cedric exited the Great Hall together. Harry's legs were rather tired, but the spiked punch they had imbibed kept him from flagging. Parvati, a little drunker than he, was draped all over him, one hand edging conspicuously close to his bum.
Cho noticed and giggled. "You two sneaking off to somewhere private?"
Parvati squeezed his ass firmly. "You never know what might happen."
Cedric laughed. "Just don't go to the Prefects' bathroom. Too many people know the password right now. It will be a mess in there."
"Thanks for the warning," Harry said.
Cho whispered something in Cedric's ear and he nodded and whispered something in return. Cho turned and smiled at Harry and Parvati, showing off her dimples.
"If you're looking for a private place tonight—a place to, er, let your hair down—we know of one. Only the Hufflepuff prefects can get in, and Ced has the place reserved for us. We'd be guaranteed some privacy."
Harry glanced at Parvati. He had expected to go back to the Pride, where he knew his friends would be gathered. He didn't actually know Cedric or Cho that well. But it was a polite offer, and he didn't want to offend them. Cedric had been going out of his way to be nice. He decided to let Parvati make the call.
"No one else would be there?" she asked.
"Not a soul."
The two girls stared at each other for a moment, some unspoken communication passing between them.
Parvati smiled. "Well, that sounds lovely. Don't you think, Harry?"
"Sure."
"Brilliant," said Cho. "It's two floors down."
Their little group walked toward the Hufflepuff section of the dungeons. They passed other couples, but no one paid them any mind. When they reached a small door that was half-hidden behind a tapestry, Cedric whispered something. It opened to reveal a small staircase descending into the darkness.
Sconces lit up as they descended no more than twenty steps. The stairwell opened into an old room that looked like it might once have been a Professor's office. It contained a few small desks, several bookcases, and a thick black and yellow rug on the floor.
"Not much to look at," Cedric said, "but we have all the privacy we want in here."
Harry looked around the room curiously. It wasn't very big, and he wasn't sure what it offered counted as privacy. From other couples, at least. There were no beds, and no way to conceal oneself from other people. He realized suddenly that they might have propositioning them earlier, and he was just too thick to realize it.
Cedric pulled a half-full bottle of firewhiskey from a shelf. "To the lovely ladies of the Yule Ball, and our dates, the loveliest of them all!"
"Hear, hear!" Cho cheered.
He passed the bottle around, and each took a generous swig. The punch from the ball had left Harry feeling light but not completely drunk. Firewhiskey would finish the job, he was sure.
"Quite a smashing evening," Cedric continued, taking another swig from the bottle. "And I can't think of a better way to end it."
Cho kissed him on the cheek and wrapped her arms around him. She looked at Harry and Parvati appraisingly. "I know the room's not very big. Ced can conjure a screen though, to give you some privacy. You can trust us not to gossip, as long as we can trust you."
Parvati looked at her for another long moment. The two girls didn't know each other well, and each seemed to be feeling their way forward cautiously. It felt to Harry as if some sort of private negotiation were taking place.
A hint of pink appeared on Cho's cheeks at the silence. "We didn't mean to —"
"It's alright," Parvati said with a smile. "You can trust us with absolutely anything that might happen. We won't talk."
The words hung in the air for a moment and Cho smiled in relief. "Brilliant. So—would you like Ced to conjure a screen for you?"
There it was, Harry thought. A few months ago, he might have bolted from the room. Now, though…
Again he let Parvati make the call. She usually liked some privacy in the Pride, even if she didn't mind being seen nude. Whatever they did here wouldn't be protected by a contract. She wrapped an arm around his waist and stared at Cedric openly. It was no secret that most of the girls lusted after him.
"I think we can do without it," she said to Cho, her smile growing. "I don't mind extra naked boys."
Cho laughed, and the tension of the last few minutes dissipated. "Oh, thank Merlin. Neither do I. I thought we were freaking you out."
"Anything that happens here stays between us," Cedric said. "Hufflepuff honor."
Harry was a bit shocked that Cedric and Cho were being so bold, but he figured them to be trustworthy. They had common ground in quidditch, and neither was the type to gossip. Plus, he most definitely wanted to see Cho naked. He decided to just go with the flow.
Parvati took another swig of the firewhiskey and giggled. "Well, now that we're all on the same page, let's get this party started, shall we? I've been wanting to get Harry out of these robes all night."
She pulled him into a wet kiss and began pulling off his robes. He tried to help her out of her gown, but she shook her head and stepped away. She looked at Cedric and Cho again, her nerves momentarily reappearing.
"You absolutely promise that nothing leaves this room?"
"We do," Cho answered. "We're just here to have a little fun."
Parvati smiled and returned her gaze to Harry. "Watch."
She pulled a wand from somewhere within and pointed it at her back. The bows and ties holding up the gown undid themselves, and it slid gracefully to the floor. She was completely nude underneath. Only her diamond necklace remained.
"I came prepared," she said with a drunken grin.
Harry stared at her in surprise. He grew hard instantly at the bounty of bronze skin. Cho laughed at her audacity and didn't hesitate to ogle her body.
"You're gorgeous, Parvati," she said. "I'm jealous of your boobs. But your date's overdressed."
Parvati solved that problem quickly. She undressed him without ceremony, and he was soon standing nude, his erection on display.
She gestured at it grandly to Cedric and Cho, who were still watching them. "Voila! Behold the magnificent Harry Potter."
She broke down giggling when they applauded. Harry shook his head in bemusement. He had grown used to such surreal moments in the Pride, but it was something else when they occurred outside its safe confines. He would never have pegged Cedric and Cho to be so uninhibited, but perhaps the alcohol was affecting all of them. Or perhaps he just hadn't been aware of what really went on in Hogwarts.
The other couple was soon naked as well. They undressed slowly and deliberately, inviting their guests to watch.
Harry's eyes raked over Cho's body. She was short and slim with flawless skin. Her body was athletic, but not as hard as Katie's or Angelina's. There was still something soft about her. Her breasts were small and pert, with dark nipples that stood out noticeably from her chest. She had a little strip of long black pubic hair that he really wanted to touch.
He glanced hesitantly at Cedric, not sure of the protocol for such a situation. He had seen his fair share of other cocks, but never in a situation where everyone purposefully examined each other. The Hufflepuff champion was taller and more handsome, but Harry certainly had the bigger quidditch equipment.
"I'm impressed, Harry," Cho said, her hand resting on Cedric's erection. "Like, very impressed."
"No kidding," Cedric said. "I'm feeling inadequate here."
Harry could feel the other boy's gaze on his cock, and wasn't sure how to feel about it. Both were well-proportioned, but Harry had a good two inches on him, and was significantly girthier.
Cho giggled but kissed him on the cheek reassuringly. "Boys and their toys. You certainly don't hear me complaining about how you use yours, Ced."
"No, I don't. I bet Parvati won't complain about his either."
"Not at all," she agreed, still showing him off proudly. "He knows exactly how to use it."
"Oh, really? So you two were already an item?" Cho inquired.
"No. Just friends. Good ones," she said with a wink.
"Our lips are sealed," Cho said, her grin growing.
There was a moment of awkward silence, then Cho took another swig of firewhiskey. "Well, I'm all hot and bothered. Shall we show our boys how much we appreciate them?"
"Let's."
Cho went to her knees and immediately wrapped her lips around Cedric's cock. Parvati giggled and watched them. Harry was amazed that Cho didn't hesitate to go down on Cedric right in front of them. He again wondered if the pair had been planning for things to go this way, but he certainly wasn't complaining.
Parvati pulled him next to Cedric and sank to her knees on the thick rug as well. She smiled up at him. "I'm a little drunk, but I'll try not to bite."
Cho laughed and watched her as she teased the head of Harry's cock with her tongue. He felt Cho's gaze and his cock throbbed in Parvati's mouth. Merlin, it was an incredible feeling to be watched.
The two boys stood side by side as their dates pleasured them. Harry couldn't resist watching Cho's little mouth engulfing Cedric's tip as she stroked him.
She broke away and looked at Parvati. "I have an idea, if you're interested."
"What's that?"
"We've got the best boys in Hogwarts locked in a room. Want to trade for a little while?"
Parvati stopped her stroking and looked up at Cedric's handsome face, then beamed. "Hell yes."
The boys just looked at each other and shrugged as the girls traded places. As far as Harry was concerned, the night couldn't get any better. Cho grinned at him and squeezed his cock.
"I was hoping I would get to do this. You've got a beautiful cock, Harry."
"Er, thank you." He glanced at Cedric. His fellow champion didn't seem jealous, which made him wonder about the nature of their relationship.
She teased the underside of his cock with her tongue, her dark brown eyes never leaving his. She sucked gently on his head, barely able to fit it in her mouth. He couldn't quite believe that Cho Chang was sucking his cock. Her tongue was so unbelievably soft, and she knew what she was doing with it.
She kissed his tip tenderly and leaned back, a smirk on her lips. She leaned over and whispered something in Parvati's ear. Parvati laughed and nodded.
"Be my guest."
Cho reached out and pulled Cedric to her by his cock. She brought the boys together until their cocks were almost touching. She stroked them both firmly, her eyes going back and forth between them, examining their differences.
She smiled up at the boys gleefully. "I want both."
Harry blinked as she rubbed the heads of their cocks together and kissed each one in turn. Her mouth was too small to fit both, but she opened it and suckled on one after the other, bathing them with her tongue. He was amazed at the softness of Cedric's cock as it rubbed against his. He wasn't sure how to feel about this, but he didn't want her to stop either.
"Oh, that is fucking hot," Parvati said. "Does it feel good, Harry?"
"Er…"
She giggled. "There's nothing wrong with it. I bet Cedric likes it."
"Yeah," he breathed, his eyes watching Harry's larger head rub softly against his as Cho slurped on both enthusiastically.
Cho pulled away and pointed their cocks at Parvati. "It's definitely hot. Your turn."
Again Harry felt like he was playing a role in some kind of fantasy that wasn't his own. Parvati scooted forward and took Cho's place, gripping both cocks eagerly and trying to fill her mouth with them. She stroked both, forcing them together and suctioning.
Cho giggled and leaned forward to join her. Both girls opened their mouths wide, stroking their boys and letting their tongues play along their heads. It brought the pair into an open-mouthed kiss, trapping their cocks between them.
"Oh, Merlin," Cedric whimpered.
"Fuck, I love this," Parvati said, slurping on one cock and then the other, almost making out with Cho. She tugged on Cedric harder and Cho did the same to Harry. "Make them cum at the same time."
"I'm almost there," Cedric said.
Cho stroked Harry harder and opened her mouth. "Come on, Harry. We want it."
Her words undid him. Parvati put her mouth right next to Cho's and held Cedric's cock on top of Harry's. He groaned as he began spurting into their open mouths, Cedric following him soon after. The girls held their cocks together as both boys spurted into their mouths. The result was a sticky mess, with cum flowing onto tongues and spurting onto lips and chins.
"Fuck," Harry whispered, entranced at the sight of their cum-filled mouths.
The girls laughed and made out with each other, swapping cum and cleaning each other with their tongues. Parvati slurped on Cho's lips and chin, making the white mess disappear.
Cho leaned back on her haunches, her eyes glazed with lust and her chest panting. "Okay, this is getting raunchy. I need to get off. Like right now."
Cedric laughed. "Lay down, and I'll catch your snitch."
She lay down eagerly and spread her legs, and Cedric buried his face between them.
Parvati kissed Harry passionately. "I feel like having my snitch caught too."
She lay down on the rug and he did his best to find it. Both girls were soon panting and rubbing their hands through the boys' hair as tongues and fingers caressed them roughly. Parvati writhed under Harry's attentions and he quickly grew hard again.
"Merlin," she whimpered. "I need you inside me."
He pushed her legs to her ears and pressed inside her, overcome with the lust of the moment. His weight pinned her to the ground. She was soaking wet, and her pussy quivered and gripped him hard with each penetration. He could tell she was already close to orgasm, so he wasted no time. He fucked her hard with quick, powerful thrusts until she was gasping beneath him.
He felt her cum, and that only spurred him on. He pounded her even harder. She cried out and he moaned as he spilled again inside her, filling her with everything he had.
Cho's little pants soon became high-pitched squeaks. She wrapped her legs around Cedric and soon both were shuddering and moaning. The room was blanketed in silence afterwards, save for the heaving breaths of both couples.
Cho eventually smiled and looked at Parvati, who was still underneath Harry. "I'm so glad you were down for this. Shall we trade again when the boys are ready?"
Parvati laughed and glanced at a little clock on the wall. "Er, I would love to, but I think we might be expected elsewhere and I kind of want to check on my sister."
"Oh. That's no problem," Cho said apologetically as Cedric removed himself from her. "We didn't realize you had other plans. You should have said something."
Harry looked at the clock too, surprised at how long they had been there. "No big deal. We enjoyed it thoroughly."
Cedric smiled. "Likewise. I'm glad you joined us."
"Are you expected at a Gryffindor party?" Cho asked.
"Yes, but we can't really talk about it," Harry answered, revealing more information than he intended.
"Oh, it's one of those," she said and giggled. "We're not allowed to attend, I suppose."
"Well," Parvati mused, glancing at Harry. "I think, technically, things might be a little more open tonight. Possibly."
He looked at her and shrugged. As far as desirable guests in the Pride went, he figured Cedric and Cho topped the list. They would be discreet even without a contract.
"I think you're welcome to join us," he said, "but you'd have to sign a magical contract to get inside."
Cho smiled at Cedric gleefully. "I knew it! Would it guarantee our privacy and ensure we can't talk?"
"Exactly."
Cedric returned her smile. "We're aware contracts like that exist. And I must admit I'm very curious about Gryffindor. There have been some interesting rumors."
"What rumors?"
"Now that would be telling. Is this something we'd truly be welcome at?"
"Definitely," answered Harry. "I have to talk to someone to get permission, but I think you'd fit right in—well, assuming you don't care too much about other people seeing you."
"Sounds like Gryffindors throw interesting parties. I'll sign if it's not something outrageous. Cho?"
"Will the rest of the Gryffindor team be there?" she asked.
Harry felt an odd tug on his magic and knew he couldn't answer. "I really couldn't say, but I wouldn't invite you to something where you didn't know anybody."
"That's good enough for me. As long as no one can talk about it, I'm in the mood to get wild. Plus, I haven't had my turn with you."
The four of them casually redressed themselves, a much harder task for the girls, and made their way out of the secret Hufflepuff study. They briefly separated afterwards. Cho and Parvati stumbled toward Ravenclaw tower, supporting each other's weight. Both were more than a little inebriated at this point. Cho wanted to change clothes and freshen up, while Parvati wanted to check on Padma. Cedric headed toward the Hufflepuff common room to make sure everything there was under control, as he was the seventh-year prefect and couldn't totally shirk his duties.
A tired and buzzing Harry was left on his own to wander back to Gryffindor Tower and track down a pair of contracts for the Pride.
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Hermione sighed with pleasure as Viktor massaged her breasts over her gown. They had only left the Great Hall ten minutes ago, allowing Harry, Parvati, and the others to head on without them. They had walked to a secluded alcove near the Owlery, chatting aimlessly, when he stopped and pulled her into a kiss.
She returned it eagerly, and soon two sets of hands were wandering over each other's bodies. She had already made up her mind to sleep with him—assuming he was discreet. He had been a perfect gentleman, polite and kind, even if he rarely spoke. His surliness only appeared when people hassled him about his quidditch exploits.
Her hands roamed between his legs and she squeezed his erection. He pulled away from their kiss with a pleased grin.
"You haff place we can go?"
Hermione glanced down the corridor. They were in public, and it was only a matter of time before someone wandered by. She could pull him into an unused classroom, but that too risked discovery on a night like this. She looked into his eyes, wondering how much she could trust him. If she slept with him outside the Pride, he could tell anyone he wanted. She didn't want to risk her reputation on him, no matter how nice he was. But could she invite him there? They would probably be thrilled to have Viktor in their midst—but what would he think of her? Did it even matter?
The desire for a safe environment made up her mind. "I do. It's a special place—a club, sort of, for, er, things like this. But there will be lots of people there. You can't get in without signing a contract."
"A contract?"
"Nothing bad," she said hurriedly. "Everyone signs one. It's just to ensure you can't tell anyone what happens there. But just to be clear, you will be seen. If you're worried about keeping a low profile, it's best we don't go."
He stared at her for a long moment, then slowly broke into a wide smile. "I know such contracts. Quidditch groupies sign them sometimes."
She narrowed her eyes. "I am not a quidditch groupie."
"I know you are not. I am sorry. I am just surprised. You do not seem…"
"What? Like the type?"
He laughed. "Yes."
"I get that a lot," she said, her irritation disappearing.
"I vill sign if it is nothing dangerous. I vill go to your club."
Hermione smiled and patted his crotch. "Thank you. We won't get caught there."
She reached underneath her gown and pulled out a piece of parchment she had strapped to her leg. "I thought this might happen, so I came prepared."
His laughter echoed down the hallway. "Another surprise."
"I'm full of them, Viktor. Do you know how to disillusion us? Just to be discreet?"
"I do."
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Hermione stared in shock at the scene below her. She had led Viktor to the alcove through the boys' entrance, intending to give him a little tour. Instead they immediately came upon rutting couples. There were five of them in the alcove alone—two in the bed and three on the floor. Below them in the room was a sea of people.
There had to be at least fifty, including some from other houses. It seemed like every available space was covered with naked bodies. There were dresses neatly stacked in one corner, but most of the boys' dress robes were thrown in a haphazard pile. The air was filled with the sounds of sex and laughter. There were bottles everywhere. The night had already turned into a drunken orgy.
Viktor stood next to her and surveyed the debauchery. She didn't quite know what to say. She had brought him here for some privacy, and that was impossible.
"I, er…" she said uncertainly.
But Viktor laughed. "You haff more surprises for me? I don't think I can handle more."
"I'm sorry. I thought—"
He waved her apology away and pulled her to him. "Is nothing. I have seen many things like this after quidditch games."
"So you want to stay?"
"If these people signed contract too, I don't care who sees."
She smiled softly and kissed him. "Okay. You're the celebrity here, so it's your choice."
"Then we stay."
Hermione drew her wand and pointed it at her gown. A slit immediately opened down the back and she stepped out of it easily. Beneath it she was completely nude. Parvati had been right about how comfortable it was.
Viktor blinked and stared at her body, taking in her pale skin and the curve of her breasts. She watched his face as he examined her.
"You are beautiful, Herm-owny."
She tried not to wince at the butchering of her name. "Hermione. And thank you."
"Sorry. Is hard name to say."
"I don't mind, as long as you take those robes off."
He chuckled, still amazed at his luck in finding such a date, and pulled his dress robes off in one sweep. The rest of his clothes came off with equal efficiency.
She watched as he undressed. His shoulders were hunched but powerfully muscled. She could see every muscle in his abs. They rippled every time he moved. His legs were strong and thick, supported by huge calves. He definitely looked like a world-class athlete.
His underwear came off in a flourish and she stared between his legs. His cock was long, thick, uncut, and already hard. A big vein ran its entire length, and she could see it pulsing beneath his skin. She smiled softly and reached for it. She tugged on it gently, watching his foreskin slip back and forth over his engorged head. She couldn't wait to feel it inside her.
She glanced at their surroundings. The alcove was small, and already quite full with ten other people in it. The room below them was even more crowded.
"Up here or down there?" she asked.
He shrugged. "It is your club, and you are my date. You choose."
She pondered for a moment. That familiar ache between her legs surged, and she knew exactly what she wanted. They would have fewer people watching them up here, but down there the whole room could see them—could see Hermione Granger being fucked by Viktor Krum. Her vanity got the best of her. She wanted every person there to know just how desirable the little bookworm was; that it was she who had attracted the international quidditch star and filled him with lust.
"Let's go," she said, tugging him by the cock.
She led him to their little bar, and both took huge pulls from an open firewhiskey bottle. Viktor watched the scene around him in open appreciation. Quite a few people stopped what they were doing to gape at the celebrity in their midst. Hermione grinned smugly and pulled him toward a little end table next to a love seat. It was the only available spot she could see.
She immediately sat down on it and pulled him forward, his cock right in her face. She smiled at it for a long moment and then gripped him tightly at the base. His foreskin peeled back, exposing his head, and she took it eagerly in her mouth. Viktor made an odd noise as she flicked her tongue back and forth underneath the tip and tugged on him firmly.
She became lost in what she was doing to him. She was growing wetter by the second with all the eyes on them. She could feel them, and Merlin help her, she loved it. Viktor began panting above her, and he gently pushed her head away.
"I vant you," he said hoarsely.
She smiled up at him. "Then take me."
She stood from the little end table, then turned around and bent over it, placing her hands on its edges. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but it would work. She wanted him too, and she could feel her arousal already soaking her lips.
She turned her head to see him gazing down at her wet pussy with pure lust in his eyes. He met her gaze, then stepped forward, cock in hand, and rubbed himself along her wet folds. A flare of arousal shot straight to her core and her pussy ached with the need to be filled. It felt as if it were drooling.
His head slipped inside her. She sighed in pleasure and turned back around, closing her eyes to imagine the entire room watching them.
Viktor pushed in slowly, stretching her with his girth. She wriggled against him until he filled her completely. Every nerve in her pussy was quivering in anticipation and she couldn't resist squeezing him as hard as she could.
"So good," he groaned. "You are an incredible girl."
His praise went straight to her quivering insides. "Thank you."
He thrust into her, slowly at first, and then faster as she coated him with her wetness. She gasped when he grabbed the back of her hair, pulling her neck back. It wasn't painful, but it was a surprise. She arched her back and felt every inch of him as he began fucking her with increasing fervor. It felt animalistic and raw, and she hoped every eye in the room was on her.
"Jesus," she said, panting as lust overcame her.
Soon his hips were slapping against her ass. He filled her with every thrust, and she moaned loudly, oblivious to the noise she was making. She felt her release coming and reached between her legs to tease it forward.
Viktor's thrusts grew frenzied, and he began grunting. The sound made her clench around his cock even tighter. She could feel his foreskin pulling and pushing inside her, hitting her in the most sensitive spots, and it made her want to fuck him like an animal.
"Do it," she gasped. "Pound me. I want it."
Viktor growled. He released her hair and grabbed her hips, then pounded her until her whole body was shaking at the force of his thrusts.
"You cum first," he said, and she did.
She rubbed her clit in little circles as she panted beneath him, her pussy gushing and contracting against him in time with his thrusts. A moment later he grunted and she felt him burst inside her. She gasped as he flooded her with warm cum and warmer magic. She closed her eyes in bliss, hoping that the feeling would linger.
When they were both spent, he stopped moving and gently patted her ass. She stood gingerly and his cock slipped out. His cum dripped out of her onto the floor. Neither knew quite what to say now, and there was silence around them as people watched.
"Thank you, Viktor," she said with a little smile. "I quite enjoyed our date."
He laughed, from deep within his belly. "You are velcome."
Hermione gestured around the room. "There are a lot of people here. Don't feel like you have to stay by my side all night."
"You do not care?"
"You've already been a great date. I had a fantastic time. Enjoy yourself with whoever you want—as long as I can do the same?"
"Always a surprise. Do as you will. I want to see it."
She smiled. "You can watch me all you like. Find me again later. I think you're going to be very popular among the quidditch girls here soon."
"Hell yes, he is," said Angelina, who stepped up next to Hermione and threw an arm around her. "Good show, Krum. Looks like you did right by our Hermione."
"I do my best," he smirked, openly admiring Angelina's taut body.
"I hope so, because I accept only the best."
"Sounds like challenge," he said. "You are quidditch player, yes?"
"Yep, I toss the quaffles through the hoops. Wanna play a quick game? I'll pretend to be a keeper."
Viktor shook his head in bemusement. "I like this place. Let us play a game, but I need to rest for a moment."
Angie smirked. "I'll have you ready in no time."
She leaned down to whisper in Hermione's ear. "Good catch, girl. You've done us all proud."
"Thank you."
"I've got something for you before I borrow your man."
"What's that?"
She held up a tiny crystal flask and grinned. "Lust potion. You want a taste?"
Hermione looked at the innocuous little bottle curiously.
"Fair warning," Angie continued. "This stuff is strong. Your libido's gonna feel like a raging dragon for a while. All it takes is a little dab on your tongue."
Hermione looked at all the nude and writhing bodies around her, overpowered by the smells and sights and sounds of so much sex. Her inhibitions disappeared. She smiled and met Angie's eyes.
"Do it."
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Author's Note: That was just part one of the Yule Ball party. Part two is coming next week. Harry is in for a little surprise before he even makes it to the Pride. Any guesses?