The Lust of Gryffindors

Chapter 13: Yule Celebrations, Part II

Harry ambled toward Gryffindor tower, his head swimming with a pleasant buzz. All the alcohol he had consumed was catching up with him. The evening had been memorable so far, but he couldn't wait to see what was happening in the Pride. If it had been wild after the First Task, he couldn't imagine what it would be like after a ball.

He needed to retrieve a pair of contracts for Cedric and Cho, but it wouldn't be difficult. Angelina had finally caved and acknowledged that admitting a few guests to the Pride might be a good thing. She had placed several contracts at the entrance to the alcove so she wouldn't have to be bothered all night, trusting the members not to do anything too stupid.

He planned to meet them in a little classroom on the seventh floor, as they didn't want to be seen loitering around the Gryffindor portrait. Parvati would join them all inside when she was done looking after her sister.

He had made it only three floors up when a loud crash and a pair of giggles caught his attention. He looked around a corner and saw a suit of armor laid out on the ground with two girls holding each other and laughing.

"Oops," he heard as he drew closer. "That's what he gets for trying to trip us."

"He didn't even move, Tracey," another voice answered with a giggle. "You're just sloshed."

"You're one to talk, Miss Firewhiskey Flask."

"Surely you didn't expect me to drink that swill at the—"

The talking cut off abruptly as they noticed his presence. They were both wearing dark ball gowns, but he recognized them as Slytherins. Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass. He had barely exchanged words with either of them, despite the fact that they were in his year.

Tracey, he knew, was a half-blood. Daphne was a pureblood heiress, a blonde-haired beauty with a haughty demeanor. Right now, though, her face was flushed. Both girls had clearly been partaking of some adult beverages.

There was a moment of awkward silence as they sized each other up. Daphne stiffened, her mirth disappearing instantly, but Tracey giggled.

"Ooooh, it's Harry Potter. Do you think he'll attack us, Daph?"

"Tracey," she hissed, elbowing her. "Let's go."

They moved toward the wall to veer around him, as if he were some sort of dangerous obstacle in their way. He shook his head with bemusement.

"Potter," Daphne said politely, nodding her head at him as they passed.

"Greengrass," he returned, mimicking her tone. "I don't attack people randomly, you know, not even Slytherins. I'd make an exception for Malfoy, but you're not him."

"Malfoy's a wanker," Tracey whispered loudly to Harry, who almost burst out laughing.

"Tracey!"

"What? You called him one just last night."

"We. Are. In. Public," Daphne growled.

Harry held up his hands. "I won't tell. I'm glad there are at least two sane Slytherins."

"You see?" Tracey said to her, gesturing at him tipsily. "He won't tell. He's a Gryffindor. They're not allowed to lie."

He did laugh this time. Maybe the key to conversing with Slytherins was to make sure everyone was drunk first.

Daphne shook her head. "My apologies, Potter. We'll be going."

"No harm done. Have a good night, and give Malfoy my best."

He watched them go for a moment, wondering what they were doing on the third floor, and moved on. He only made it a few steps before Tracey yelled his name down the corridor.

"Potter!"

He turned to see her wrestling out of Daphne's grip and trying to move in his direction.

"Wait! Come here!" she called out.

"Don't you dare!" Daphne hissed. "Tracey—"

"Fuck it, I don't care," she said, pulling herself free. "He won't tell on us."

"I am not—," Daphne began, but stopped speaking as Harry approached.

"Wanna join us in a broom closet?" Tracey said without hesitation, a huge grin on her face.

Daphne closed her eyes. "Oh, for the love of fucking Morgana. Tracey, we are leaving. Now."

Harry stopped a few feet away, utterly amused. A Slytherin was propositioning him. He almost wished he had a camera to capture the event for posterity.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked, enjoying the look of absolute mortification on Greengrass' face.

"See! He's interested," Tracey said, pointing at him again as if he weren't right there. He was strongly reminded of a drunk Katie Bell. "He won't tell, will you?"

"I'm pretty good at keeping secrets."

Tracey smiled at him and then stared into Daphne's eyes. They seemed to hold a long, silent conversation. Finally Daphne slumped. "Fine. On your own head be it. I'm going to the dorms."

"Oh, come on, Daph. Don't be that way. It's the Yule Ball!"

Daphne glared at Harry. "If you hurt her, Potter, or speak of this to anyone, I will make your life an unbearable misery."

"Hey, I don't hurt anybody, and I haven't even done anything. We're just talking here, aren't we?"

She sniffed and walked away, leaving Tracey alone with him.

She grinned, swaying a little in her heels. "I'm a little drunk, if you can't tell."

"I can tell. So am I."

"So—about that broom closet?" she said, her eyes raking over him.

Harry wondered if he was actually going to make it back to Gryffindor that night. It was a night for adventures, he supposed, and what was more adventurous than hooking up with a Slytherin? It wasn't in her best interest to tell anyone, and might even be dangerous for her. He threw caution to the wind.

"I'm game."

She grabbed his hand and led him down the corridor and to a small closet. He had assumed she would take him to an abandoned classroom, but apparently she meant a literal closet. She pulled him inside and closed the door. They were instantly pressed against shelves full of cleaning products and who knew what else. He could barely move. She lit her wand and placed it on a shelf.

"I just want to fool around," she said, her smile threatening to burst.

He had never seen a Slytherin look so giddy. He had never paid much attention to her, but she was a pretty girl when she wasn't scowling like the rest of her house. Her usually mousy brown hair was made up in a French twist and literally sparkled in the wandlight.

"I have no problem with that."

"Then show me your dick, Mr. Boy-Who-Lived."

He laughed at her boldness and tried to pull it out of his dress robes. It was easier said than done in such close quarters. Finally managing to wrestle it free, he just let it hang out for her to see. He was soft after his earlier liaison, but he figured that would change soon enough.

Tracey tried to move but bumped into the shelves surrounding them. She only managed to lean down and examine it in the dim light.

"Not bad," she said. "Not that I've seen very many."

She reached down and grabbed it. It took only a moment of awkward fondling for him to grow hard in her hand. She looked down again, examining him closely.

"Okay, wow."

"Meet your approval?"

She stared into his face and giggled. "I'm holding The-Boy-Who Lived's dick."

He couldn't resist laughing at her. "Yes, you are. But there's a person attached to the title, you know."

"Sorry, Potter," she said, not sounding sorry at all.

She continued staring at it in her hand, not moving or speaking, and there was a long silence.

"Sooo…" he finally said.

She blinked and looked up at him, as if she had forgotten he was there. "Oh. I, er, probably shouldn't be doing this."

"Why?"

Her eyes returned to his hard cock. She gently squeezed it. "Yeah, this is definitely a bad idea."

Slytherins were strange, unpredictable creatures, he decided. "Well, we don't have to do anything. You're the one who pulled me in here."

"This is all Daphne's fault. She should have stopped me."

"She tried."

"Yeah, well—fuck," she said, still staring at his cock in her hand. She seemed to be sobering up all at once. Only a trace of giddiness remained.

"Do you want to stop?"

"Is, er, that okay?"

"I'm a Gryffindor, Tracey, not a scumbag. Of course it's okay."

She tugged on his cock experimentally, unable to make up her mind. "Merlin, this is such a mistake."

"We can just go our separate ways."

She looked into his eyes for a long time, then grinned and started chuckling. "Oh, fuck it. I don't care. Come here, Potter."

"I'm already right here."

"Closer."

She pulled him closer and captured his lips with hers. It was a hesitant kiss at first, but it soon turned more urgent. She tasted of firewhiskey and oranges, and he liked it. He leaned into the kiss as she stroked him harder with her hand.

She pulled away, breathing heavily. "Fuck."

"Yeah, that was nice."

"This is such a huge fucking mistake."

"So you've said. I don't really see why."

"Gryffindors are so dumb," she said, but kissed him again.

Their breathing grew heavier as she tugged on him. He longed to touch her, but he could barely move.

"I want to make you cum," she said, resting her head on his chest.

"I won't stop you."

She stared down at his cock and caressed him almost tenderly. "Do it on my dress. I want to see it."

She stroked him faster, and he tried to oblige her, flexing his cock and trying to pull the feeling forward.

"Here it comes," he whispered.

His release shot out of him in quick bursts, leaving messy stripes all over the dark dress. He stared into her face the entire time, loving the enthralled expression she wore. She stroked him until he was dribbling onto her hand.

She was overcome with mirth again and giggled uncontrollably. "I just wanked off Harry Potter!"

"I'm aware," he said. "Do I get to return the favor?"

"I don't have a cock."

"I should hope not. But you have something else I'd like to touch."

"You promise not to tell?"

"I promise, on one condition."

She looked up at him, her face quickly becoming a mask. "What?"

"You have to call me 'Harry.' Just once. Right now. You're not allowed to do this and then call me 'Potter.'"

She smiled and wiped her spunky hand on his dress robes. "Okay, Harry."

"Thank you, Tracey."

He leaned forward to kiss her and pulled one of her legs against him. He slid his hand under her gown and up her thigh until it rested between her legs. He could feel the wet spot on her thin, silk panties.

"Push them aside," she whispered.

She spread her legs a little wider, just enough for him to slip his fingers inside her. He misjudged and pushed in faster than he intended, but she was wet and ready.

"Fuck," she gasped, and kissed him fiercely.

Their kiss grew rougher, and he slid a third finger into her, stretching her and pressing deeper. His thumb found her clit. She began riding his hand, bucking her hips into him.

"That's it. Harder."

She was breathing fast now, her eyes closed and their kiss forgotten. Harry watched her face as he stroked her forcefully. He felt her drench his fingers and she moaned.

"Okay, okay, my clit," she breathed urgently, and he teased it back and forth.

She whimpered and rested her head on his chest as she came, her hips still bucking into his hand.

She took long breaths as she recovered, her head still resting on his chest. Then she started laughing again. "I cannot fucking believe I am doing this."

He gently removed his fingers from her, loving how soaked they were. He couldn't wait to sniff them. "Just doing our bit for interhouse relations."

She snorted and pushed herself back, regaining some composure. She straightened her dress and saw his cum slowly drying on it, leaving an obvious stain. "Fuck."

"Just needs a scourgify."

"Yeah. I kind of want to leave it to see Daphne's face though."

He laughed. "Your call."

She looked up at him seriously. "We can never, ever tell anyone about this. It was really dumb. Please let's keep it to ourselves."

"I promise. Gryffindor honor. You know we can't lie."

She smiled. "Well, it was a pleasure making your acquaintance, Mr. Potter."

"Likewise, Miss Davis."

"Guess I'll see you around then. Don't try to chat me up. Or call me Tracey. Ever."

She kissed him on the cheek, grabbed her wand, then opened the door and left. He couldn't resist laughing. He never did learn whether she scourgified her gown. He gave her a few moments to get away, then exited the closet himself. What a bizarre evening it was turning out to be.

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"Do it."

Angelina laughed at the certainty in Hermione's eyes. She upended the little bottle, leaving a big drop of the viscous potion on her finger.

"Open wide," she said, her smile huge.

Hermione opened her mouth and Angelina dabbed the lust potion on her tongue. Then she smacked Hermione's ass. Hard.

"You're in for it now, girl. Have fun. Now excuse me while I go fuck Krum."

Hermione shivered as the little dab of potion seemed to dissolve on her tongue and spread. A strange sensation slowly engulfed her, spreading to her cheeks and her forehead, then down to her chest. Her nipples hardened almost painfully.

When it reached her stomach, she almost bent over. When it reached her pussy, she did.

"Oh, my God."

The warm sensation tingled through every part of her body. Her senses were heightened, but she was focused only on the need to have her body touched. Despite what she had just done with Viktor, she felt her pussy soak and swell. Her body almost vibrated with desire. She could feel her pulse throbbing in her clit. It felt as if she were on the verge of orgasm already. She had never been so horny in her entire life, and if she couldn't find a boy, she was going to march to the sex toy table and stuff anything available deep inside her.

Lee Jordan brushed past her, on his way to get a drink, and she whimpered at the brief caress of his skin against hers. She reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Lee," she said pleadingly.

"Hey, Hermione. What's up?"

"I need you."

He laughed. "Oh, it's like that, huh?"

"Please."

"Damn, girl, did Angie dose you?"

"Yes. Just now. Please, Lee."

"Alright, let me get a drink. I'll be right back."

The wait for him felt interminable. A spot on the love seat next to her vacated, and she claimed it before someone else could. It was tiny, and Dane Murphy was fucking someone literally right next to her, but it would do.

Lee returned and quaffed his drink. He stroked his cock to hardness and smiled at the look on her face. "Desperate, huh? How do you want it?"

"I don't care. Just put it in deep."

She could feel her arousal actually dripping out of her. Her lower belly ached with desire, as if it were inhabited by a thousand teasing butterflies, and her pussy felt desperate to be filled.

"Bend over then."

Hermione obeyed, baring herself to him and resting her arms against the back of the seat. Lee stepped up and smacked her ass. "I fucking love seeing you like this. Who would have thought?"

"Please, Lee. Just fuck me."

He laughed and thrust inside her all at once. She was so wet that it took no adjusting to him, but still she gasped at the sensation of being filled so suddenly.

"Hard?" he asked, and she could only nod.

He grabbed her ass and began moving in and out of her at an increasingly fast pace. Her pussy gripped him tightly, and she moaned with every penetration. It was as if every nerve inside her had come alive, and she could feel every millimeter of him pressing against her walls and sliding along them, forcing them to part for his cock.

"Oh, my fucking God," she whimpered, her stomach clenching.

"Hold on tight," he said, and then began pulling her ass to him as hard as he could, burying himself inside her.

She whimpered with every thrust, her eyes shut, aware of nothing but Lee's cock. He wasn't big enough to fill her completely, but it didn't matter. She reached between her legs, almost afraid to touch her clit, and was overcome with ecstasy the moment she did.

She came without warning, a guttural moan escaping her lips, her pussy quivering around him violently. Her head swam as the longest orgasm of her life tore through her. She sucked in air as darkness almost crept into her vision.

"Goddamn, girl," Lee hissed. "Here it comes."

Hermione felt every spurt slash against her. She whimpered as the flood of Lee's magic and release seemed to caress her. It was more intense than she had experienced even with Harry, and he usually left her swimming in bliss.

He smacked her ass again when he was finished, and bent down to whisper in her ear. "You look like you're in heat, Hermione. You want another train?"

"Dear God, please," she said, not even pausing to consider how many people were in the room.

He chuckled and kissed her cheek. "I'll spread the word."

She was still bent over the seat and recovering her senses when she felt another cock rubbing its head along her dripping pussy. She had no idea who it belonged to, and didn't care. She kept her eyes closed and savored the sensation.

"Please," she said, the only word she was capable of.

A moment later it thrust deep inside her, and she smiled in relief.

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"Holy shit," Cedric whispered.

Cho stared open-mouthed at the scene. "I knew I should have been a Gryffindor. Damn that hat."

Harry was likewise stunned. He had just snuck them into the Pride through the boys' dorms. They stood in the alcove, still fully clothed, and watched the room below them. He had expected quite a party to be raging, but this…

He blinked and realized that Cedric and Cho were already disrobing.

She gripped his arm. "Thank you so much for inviting us, Harry."

"Er, you're welcome. You don't have something like this in Ravenclaw?"

"Really couldn't say," she said with a smile. "But if we did, hypothetically speaking, I'm guessing it wouldn't be anything like this."

"Yeah, well, this is not something you see every day," he said, almost at a loss for words at the debauchery taking place around them. He had thought himself inured to uninhibited sex, given the last couple months, but he was wrong.

"No, it isn't," Cho replied. "We're going to roam, and I want some time with you later. See you down there?"

"Yeah."

He stared at all the writhing bodies below, not sure where to look. He was the only person with clothes on. He disrobed quickly and then walked down the stairs.

He had never imagined such a scene. It was an orgy. Every bed was occupied by several people. Every couch and love seat was occupied. Even floor space was limited as people sprawled out on their backs to fuck. The smells and sounds of sex were overwhelming, as was the smell of alcohol. The low thump from the music seemed to be made for the rhythms of sex.

He walked slowly around the room, watching the various couplings. There had to be over 50 people in the room. Probably the entire Gryffindor membership plus a dozen or more others. Katie Bell was going down on Viktor Krum enthusiastically while Angelina stood above them and laughed. Molly Beckwith was on her back with one Weasley twin deep in her pussy and the other kissing her and fondling her breasts. A Hufflepuff he didn't know by name was almost gagging on Julian Martigan's cock as McLaggen fucked her from behind. Stewart Perkins ejaculated all over a rutting couple just in front of him, almost hitting Harry with his release. Other couples were in every possible position, often right next to each other, unconcerned with their neighbors.

Whether it was alcohol or lust potion or just the atmosphere of the ball, inhibitions had disappeared entirely.

A hand gripped his forearm. "There you are! I thought you and Parv had gone somewhere else."

Lavender Brown held up a bottle of firewhiskey and almost upended it into his mouth. He took a big sputtering gulp.

She giggled drunkenly. "I've got something for you. I made Angie save some for you and Parv. Where is she?"

"She went to check on Padma. I imagine she'll be here soon."

"Good. Close your eyes and open your mouth."

Harry obeyed, knowing exactly what was coming. Angelina had talked about it all week. He felt her dab his tongue with something, and immediately a warm sensation flowed through his body. His cock grew so engorged that it felt like it was trying to escape his body. There was a deep ache behind its base that demanded immediate satisfaction. He could smell the sex in the room more acutely. He opened his eyes, enthralled with the sight of Lavender's face and breasts and the shaven cleft between her legs and—Dear God, he needed to touch her. Right now.

He blinked as she continued talking, barely able to concentrate on her words.

"That'll help you keep up with the girls. Just don't take anymore. If you do, it does weird things and you'll have a hard time getting it up. We don't want that."

"No, we don't," he agreed, his hands almost involuntarily caressing and squeezing her breasts. Her skin was the most incredible thing he had ever felt.

"Feeling frisky?" she asked with a grin.

"You have no idea."

"You're wrong about that," she said, gently caressing his cock, her eyes also glazed with lust. "Want to fuck me with this beautiful beast?"

"Please," he said, and she simply lay down on the floor and spread her legs, oblivious to the people walking past. Her inner thighs were streaked with dried cum, but her pussy was still wet and glistening.

"Come on in then," she said, beckoning him with a finger.

Harry fell to his knees and buried his face between her legs without hesitation. Her scent was pungent and musky, and the best thing he had ever encountered. He gently took her entire clit into his mouth, and she moaned. The sound was almost too much for him.

He scooted up and kissed her roughly on the lips, and she wrapped her legs around him in invitation. His cock was begging so badly to be squeezed by her warmth that he couldn't stand it.

"Fuck me, Harry," she whispered, sounding as overcome with desire as he was. "I want to feel every inch of you."

He reached down and rubbed himself against her, then penetrated her very slowly, savoring every second. He groaned at the overwhelming sensation, feeling as if he might cum just from the softness of her pussy. She was so very wet and warm and tight, and he couldn't decide whether to pound her furiously or stay perfectly still.

"So good," she moaned. "So good. I love your cock so much."

Her words forced him to move. He had felt almost on the edge of orgasm since he pushed inside her, the sensations produced by the lust potion too much to bear. He moved in and out of her slowly as she writhed beneath him and crossed her legs over his ass.

"Harder, Harry. I need it so so much."

"Any harder and I'll cum," he said, barely maintaining control. She felt so incredible there weren't words for it.

"I don't care," she whined. "Fill me with it."

He gave her what she wanted, and plunged into her hard and fast. His orgasm built relentlessly. It felt as if it were arriving from every part of his body. It gathered deep in his belly like some sort of thrashing beast.

"Oh, God."

Despite his earlier encounters, he came harder than he ever had in his life. His belly quivered and he closed his eyes as a feeling of desperate need overwhelmed him and then released. Each spasm lasted a small eternity, and each spurt felt like he was spilling a flood inside her. She moaned at the sensation, her walls squeezing him tightly, and it felt so good he almost passed out.

He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard. She was still panting and desperate.

"Your tongue," she begged. "Oh, Merlin, please, your tongue."

He dove between her legs, flicking her engorged clit with his tongue, oblivious to the cum that was trickling out of her. He kissed her entire pussy open-mouthed and suckled on her clit. She cried out and bucked her hips into his face. Her whole body shook as she came, as if she were being tortured with pleasure.

A moment later a thick stripe of cum landed on her face, and another quickly followed. Dean Thomas kneeled beside her, sweating and groaning as his cock painted her until she was dripping. Still panting from her orgasm, she pulled his huge head into her mouth and slurped on it, coaxing out the last of his release.

Harry just watched, his arousal returning immediately and begging for another body to touch.

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Hermione moaned with every thrust. She didn't know who was inside her, nor did she care.

She was still bent over the love seat, lost in ecstasy. She had surrendered her mind long ago, focused only on the pleasure of her body. Someone had stuffed a thin buttplug into her ass, and she could feel her asshole clenching around it every time she came.

Her hair had come undone from its tight curls and now clung to her sweaty face. She couldn't bring herself to care what she looked like, or whether she was a spectacle. Let the whole school watch, so long as this feeling never stopped.

She didn't even want to cum again, not with the delicious bliss that filled every corner of her body, not when she could feel every millimeter of every cock that buried itself deep inside her and filled her with cum and magic.

She had never gone more than thirty seconds without a hard cock in her. She had stopped checking to see who was using her. She vaguely wondered where Harry was, but couldn't focus beyond the pleasure.

The boy behind her grunted and pulled her ass toward him. Another wave washed over her, then another and another. Her pussy gushed around his cock, squeezing him and almost begging him for more cum. It left her delirious.

"Oh, fuck," she whimpered, her eyes tightly shut.

At last it stopped, receding and allowing her to catch her breath in huge pants. Coolness caressed her lips as the boy pulled out, and for the briefest moment she felt sated. But that deep ache in her loins returned, and she gasped as another cock, this one massive, stretched her and then filled her completely.

She moaned as it began moving. Cum spilled out of her with every penetration, the noise squishy and wet. Her head lolled, but she opened her eyes and caught a quick glimpse of two boys standing in line behind her newest beau, waiting on him to finish.

"Merlin bless them," she whispered, and surrendered once again to her body's lusts.

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"Are you almost there?" Cho panted, riding him with increasing vigor.

"Yeah."

Harry groaned and pulled her hips to him. He bottomed out inside her and spurted over and over, his release rebounding off her walls and sliding down his cock. His head swam as he came down. He had cum so many times tonight it had almost given him a headache.

He sighed and closed his eyes, his arms falling limply to his sides. Cho leaned in and kissed his neck tenderly.

"I love your cock," she whispered.

"Thank you," he said, managing a tired grin.

Her little kisses moved to his cheek and nose. "Do you like my pussy?"

"I love it. It's so soft."

She giggled and pecked him on the lips as his breathing slowly returned to normal. "Thank you. You can fill it anytime you want. Cedric won't mind."

"I won't forget."

He wasn't lying about her softness. She was so soft inside that it was maddening. He could feel himself losing his erection inside her, but he wanted to leave his cock there and make it his new home.

"I'm glad I got my turn with you," she said. "You've been in high demand."

"Too high," he said, giving her a little kiss of his own.

His body felt wiped out, even as the lust potion continued to fuel his desire. He wanted to keep touching and feeling and fucking even though he felt on the verge of exhaustion. After Lavender, he had been jumped by Katie Bell. Then her friend Leanne. Then Katie again. Then Angelina. Then Jo Hampson. Then a Beauxbatons girl with a huge bush.

The French girl hadn't even spoken English. She had made a suggestive motion that he didn't fully grasp in the haze of his lust, and the next moment presented her hairy pussy to his mouth. He had spent the next ten minutes exulting in her curls and trying to drive her wild. She had left him with his face shining with her juices, and he had looked down to discover Saoirse Manson holding his cock and smirking deviously.

Now Cho had made use of him. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. The lust potion was starting to lose some of its power, which was a mercy. It was overpowering at first, producing a miasma of desire that made him want to touch and be touched by every girl in the vicinity. But even as its power waned he could feel its strength. It was definitely a concoction to be treated with care.

Cho kissed his nose one last time and stood from the couch where she had ravished him. She grinned and pulled him to his feet. He stood on shaky legs and looked around.

"This place is amazing," she said. "Gryffindors are fucking insane."

"I think you might be right," he said, cradling his aching balls.

The party still raged around them. There wasn't quite as much debauchery as there had been earlier, but many still lounged around nude, laughing and joking as if it were perfectly normal to attend an orgy.

A handful of people were watching Fred, Lee, Angelina, and Stewart cavort in a big pile on the floor. Fled was flat on his back, his arms splayed wide. Angelina was riding his face, looking as if she were trying to suffocate him with her thighs. Stewart was bent over Fred's cock and sucking it feverishly as Lee kneeled behind him and fucked his ass in frenzied thrusts.

The lust potion had destroyed all inhibitions, and brought into the open activities that were usually confined to the privacy of beds.

Another small crowd of people had gathered in the center of the room, commenting on whatever was taking place there. Harry and Cho made their way toward them and discovered Hermione at their center. It was the first time Harry had seen her. The room had been so crowded, and he had been waylaid so quickly, that he hadn't even known where she was.

She was bent over a love seat, her back arched and sweat glistening on her entire body. Dean Thomas stood behind her, plowing into her with his monstrous cock. She moaned with every penetration and Harry was astonished to see her taking almost his entire length. Dean grunted and perspired above her, his hands kneading her ass and leaving deep red marks.

"You like Daddy's cock?" he gasped, flexing his ass every time he slid into her. "Let me hear you, baby girl."

"I love it!" Hermione wailed, oblivious to their onlookers.

"You want Daddy's cum, baby girl?"

"Please, Daddy! Every drop!"

"He's gonna fill your little pussy."

"Give it to me!"

Dean slapped her ass, and Harry could see his balls pulsing as he came. Hermione let out a long, continuous moan, her legs shaking. She writhed her hips around him, coaxing every drop from him. Her lips were stretched wide around his girth, and cum dripped out of her and ran down the back of her thighs in little streams. It had pooled in the loveseat beneath her in a growing puddle.

Despite his fatigue, Harry felt himself grow hard again at the sight of her.

Cho giggled and squeezed his arm. "Look at her! Is she always like that?"

"Er, no," he said hesitantly, not quite sure how to answer. "Just a special occasion, I guess."

"Merlin, she is gagging for it. Cedric! Come here."

Cedric stumbled toward her from somewhere, a bottle of firewhiskey in his hand. He looked where Cho was pointing and his eyes goggled.

"Whoa."

"I know! She's a fucking mess! Will you shag her too? I want to see it."

She reached down and grabbed his soft cock and started fondling it.

He chuckled. "As my lady wishes, but I'll need your help."

He got in line behind the boy who had dipped his cock in Hermione as soon as Dean had finished. Harry was almost certain that he was a Beauxbatons student. Cho followed him, playing with his cock to get him hard.

Harry walked to the front of the seat, facing Hermione. She was breathing hard and her eyes were tightly shut. She almost looked in pain, except for the continuous moans of pleasure that escaped her mouth.

He leaned in and whispered to her. "Hermione, it's Harry. You doing okay?"

She opened her eyes, exposing dilated pupils. "Harry?" she said, then gasped as the Beauxbatons boys thrust into her again. "Oh, f-fuck. Where have you been?"

"Long story. Just wanted to make sure you're alright."

"Perfect," she said, closing her eyes again as her whole body shook from the force of the thrusts. "I n-need you, Harry. I want to feel you."

"Okay, but there's a line."

"Then get in it," she said matter-of-factly, returning her attention to the cock plowing her.

He chuckled and returned to Cedric and Cho, who were still watching the show.

"Is she all right?" Cho asked.

"Perfect, she says."

Cho laughed. "Merlin, I can't believe Hermione Granger is such a slut. I love it."

"She is amazing," an accented voice said.

Viktor Krum stepped up beside them, a little smile on his face.

Harry nodded. "Yes, she is. Did you two have a good time?"

"Was very good. She is a surprise. Nice surprise."

They all watched as the Beauxbatons boy plunged into her one final time and groaned. A moment later he pulled out of her, his cock soaked and dripping. His release immediately poured out of her in a stream. A handful of people laughed and provided lewd commentary.

Hermione was a panting, shivering mess. Only now did he get a good look at her pussy. It was gaping from Dean's monstrous girth and the boy who had just ravaged her. She was coated with the cum of who knew how many boys—her lips, her ass, her thighs. Even her little patch of pubic hair was dripping. Her clit was swollen and as red as the handprints on her ass.

"Holy shit," he whispered.

Viktor chuckled. "I like woman who knows what she wants. Shall we give it to her?"

"Yeah," he agreed unconsciously.

He and Viktor now formed part of the line behind her. Cho giggled and pushed Cedric forward.

"Is shame the veela is not here, yes?" Viktor said. "Then we have all champions."

"No kidding," Harry said, barely listening as Cedric deliberately coated his cock with the cum of the previous boy. He wiped it along his length until it shone. Cho leaned down to whisper something in Hermione's ear and she nodded.

"I have seen other things like this," Viktor continued. "After quidditch. The sport is excuse to fuck groupies for some. But this is special place."

"Yes, it is."

"We should fly together. Just for fun," Viktor said. "You are very skilled. I could show you some things, yes?"

Harry blinked out of his stupor, realizing that he had been standing there masturbating with his eyes locked on Hermione. "Er, yes. I'd like that. Maybe we can get some others and have a match."

"If I can talk Karkaroff into it, then yes. I vill leave you to pick them. I do not know Hogwarts."

Cedric was soon finished with Hermione. Cho and several others cheered and laughed as he pulled away panting. Hermione's legs shook when there wasn't someone behind her to support them.

He stepped forward in a daze, amazed at the glistening mess between her legs. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"It's me," he said softly. "Still okay?"

"Tired," she panted. "Cum fast. Tell the others to cum fast, but don't stop. I want them all."

He shook his head. Hermione was turning out to be one of the centerpieces of a club he was scared she might loathe on principle. Sometimes life was amazing.

He rubbed the head of his cock across her folds, still streaked with Cedric's cum. When he found purchase, he pushed in. She was so warm and wet. It was as if someone had poured an entire bottle of lube inside her. She wasn't nearly as tight as she normally was, and he could tell that she was exhausted.

He flexed his cock and abs and started moving. If she wanted him to cum fast, he was going to have to fuck her hard. He grabbed her hips, supporting her weight, and drove himself into her recklessly.

She moaned like a cat in heat beneath him. He watched as his cock penetrated her, each time coming away slicker than before. As much as he loved their intimate sessions together, he loved pounding Hermione too, especially when she was out of her mind with lust. He gripped her ass hard, his hips slapping against her, and soon he was ready.

"Here it is," he said, panting as he prepared to add his own release to her.

He spurted deep inside her, over and over, willing himself to give her what she craved. She gasped and writhed, her hand moving to her clit. He felt her walls clench around him and then she wailed, almost crying as she came. The noise attracted the attention of everyone nearby.

He breathed deeply, his head swimming from another release, and pulled out. His cum poured from her in a thick wave and her whole body shuddered.

"Oh, Jesus Christ," she whimpered.

"Still want more?"

"Yes," she panted, her voice filled with conviction even as her body appeared ready to collapse.

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Author's Note: Lust potion is a dangerous and beautiful thing. It won't make too many appearances. Almost everyone guessed that the surprise would be Fleur rather than Tracey or Daphne, but don't worry. Fleur will show up later. Do you really think I'd write about a Hogwarts sex club and leave out the veela?

Next chapter is winter break and the introduction of Sirius.