The Lust of Gryffindors
Chapter 17: Plans and Parties
The next week passed in a blur for Harry, but it certainly wasn't uneventful. After his release from the hospital wing, he was welcomed back to the Pride with open arms. The rest of Gryffindor embraced him too, as did most of the school. It seemed to dawn on them, as it had the rest of Britain, that the Tri-Wizard tournament was an exceedingly deadly farce.
Sirius had been enraged at the newspaper headlines, and Harry was summoned to the Headmaster's office to talk with him via floo. He appreciated having such a fierce advocate in his corner, and was grateful whenever they could arrange a call. It was fun to listen to his godfather tear strips off Dumbledore, even if the old man conveniently left his office for the duration.
He met once more with Tracey, or, to be more precise, she demanded his presence after an 'accidental' encounter in the library. He was surprised at the concern she showed over his well-being, and very pleased with how she expressed it. Harry secretly thought that she would have tried to monopolize his body had she been a member of the Pride. He found it oddly endearing, given how much she liked to insult him for being a 'stupid, noble, idiotic Gryffindor.'
Likewise, Fleur demanded his presence again a few days after their first encounter. She too liked to insult him while in the next breath expecting him to satisfy her every need. He was slowly gaining better resistance to her allure, something that vexed her as much as it pleased him. He was careful to keep his visits to her a secret, as he didn't want the attention that would come from a secret 'relationship' with a veela. Only Hermione knew, and her interest was limited to the question of what Fleur's focused allure felt like.
His caution with his liaisons turned out to be a good idea. Less than a week after his release from the hospital, Rita Skeeter published an 'exclusive' article declaring a scandalous love triangle between Harry, Hermione, and Viktor Krum. Hermione was portrayed as a vixen, while Parvati featured as the heartbroken victim of his cheating. He had no idea what her sources were, but given what had been happening in the Pride all year, he thanked Merlin for the existence of magical contracts.
Thankfully, the students found Molly Weasley's follow-up howler to Hermione more humorous than anything else. Hermione was incensed, but they were all getting used to irrational behavior from certain members of the Weasley family.
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Mid-March found Harry and Hermione in the library, for once doing their transfiguration homework instead of looking up obscure spells that might save his life. The silence was interrupted by a cleared throat, and they both looked up to see Ron Weasley watching them uncomfortably. Despite his supposed desire to make amends after the second task, neither had seen much of him since then.
"Hi," he said nervously.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, and she visibly steeled herself. "Hello, Ronald."
Ron shuffled his feet and looked at the floor. "I wanted to talk to you both, if that's okay."
There was a long silence. She finally sighed and cast a silencing charm around the table.
"Sit down if you don't want to be overheard."
He took a seat, looking between his erstwhile best friends. Both were regarding him with blank expressions.
"Well?" Harry asked.
"I'm sorry," he began. "I want to apologize. Again. And I mean it. I want things to go back to the way they were. I miss you both."
He looked at Hermione intently. "And I swear I didn't have anything to do with mum's howler. She believes everything that Skeeter woman writes. It wasn't me."
She examined him. "Alright. But she was way out of line."
"I know."
"Why, Ron?" Harry asked. "Why have you been behaving like such a bloody berk since Halloween?!"
His ears turned bright red. "I don't know, alright? I—I guess I was jealous," he admitted, not quite able to make eye contact with either of them. "Things just got out of control, and I didn't know how to make it right. I kind of expected, well…"
"What?"
Hermione glared at Ron. "He expected you to be so hard up for companionship that you'd beg for his approval, because he's your only friend in the world and you need him so much."
He flinched at her tone and clearly wanted to retort, but settled on a deep breath. "I don't think that's fair, Hermione, but like I said, I know I've been an arse. The twins helped me, er, see the light."
"Did they put you up to this?" Harry asked.
"No! I promise! Look, I just want things to go back to normal. I'm miserable, okay? I admit it. Seamus is great, and we're friends now, but I feel like—I feel like I'm being shunned by everyone. Please just tell me how to make it right."
"Are you doing this so I'll help you with your homework again?" Hermione asked suspiciously. Harry was surprised at the venom in her voice.
"No! I mean, I haven't been doing that great, but I'm not failing or anything."
She stared him down longer than was necessary and looked at Harry with a question in her eyes.
"Things can't just go back to the way they were, Ron," he said. "A lot has happened. We've changed. You've changed."
The red-headed boy nodded miserably.
"But," Harry added, "if you're willing to make amends, and accept that Hermione and I need to spend some time together in private, then maybe we can start over again."
Ron sighed in relief. "Thank you. I'm sorry for everything. But why do you need to be together in private?"
Hermione gave Harry a stern look. "We're training him for the tournament. And learning lots of difficult spells. NEWT-level spells. We don't have time to slow down for you. Harry is in a fight for his life, in case you haven't noticed."
Ron raised his hands in surrender. "I noticed, and I'm sorry I wasn't there for it."
Her expression softened. "I appreciate you coming to us, Ron. This is the first time you've done it sincerely. If you can accept—well, that you're on probation for now—and that we can't spend every waking hour with you, then maybe we can try again."
He gave her a slight smile. "Maybe we can play some chess or something in the common room, yeah? You two are never there anymore."
"We've been really busy," Harry said. "Haven't had time for goofing off this year, what with quidditch and the tournament. Why don't we start with studying for now? Have you done McGonagall's essay yet?"
"Just started it," Ron said, and pulled his transfiguration textbook out of his bag. He looked between them. "So I can stay?"
They nodded, both hopeful that some version of their friendship with Ron could be salvaged. But both were apprehensive about the big secret they had now, one they couldn't share with him.
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Harry pressed Fleur into the mattress with all his weight. She writhed beneath him, pushing against his chest with her hands while begging him for more.
"Merde! Fuck!" she gasped as his cock filled her. Even her curse words were musical. "Harder!"
Lust poured off her, her allure so out of control that it was all he could do to remain conscious. He pinned her legs behind her and pounded her as hard as he could. Her pussy gripped him exquisitely. Her soft walls spread around him with each violent thrust, so warm and slick that she could take his entire length easily. She thrust her hips into him lasciviously, her head turning from side to side as she panted and moaned.
Her allure spiked so sharply that Harry almost collapsed on top of her. Her pussy gushed and spasmed around his cock, and her orgasm demanded that he reciprocate with his own. He moaned as he erupted deep within her, filling her with thick bursts as she trembled against him. His ecstasy seemed to last an eternity, somehow enhanced by the unnatural waves of desire that flowed from her.
He leaned forward and kissed her nose as they came down. Her body was still trembling.
"Holy fucking shit, Fleur," he whispered.
He rolled off her and stared at the ceiling, breathing deeply as his senses came back to him. He was growing ever more resistant to her allure, but at the height of her passion she still overwhelmed him.
They'd been together for more than an hour. He'd been sneaking into her compartment a few times per week at her insistence. Tonight, she'd tried to dominate him. She had succeeded at first, urging him to masturbate while he sucked tenderly on her nipples. It wasn't until he was licking his cum from her breasts that he realized she had overpowered him. Her laughter spurred his retaliation, and he'd wrestled her to the bed and subdued her until she begged him to fuck her.
"When is your mother supposed to be here?" he asked breathlessly.
"Wizin zee 'our," she replied, still panting. She reached between her legs and rubbed Harry's release along her engorged lips, then dabbed a few drops on the tip of his nose. "But we have time for anuzzer round, if your English cock is man enough."
He laughed and wiped the cum off his nose. He was accustomed to Fleur's acerbic sense of humor, even if he still found her pretensions ridiculous. "I'd rather not be naked with her daughter when she shows up, thank you very much."
She smirked. "She will not mind, I assure you. Leave your clothes off if you wish."
He snorted and lifted himself from the bed. "I don't want to know how powerful your mother is when she's angry."
He began pulling on his clothes, knowing that it was best to make a good impression on Apolline Delacour. Fleur had contacted her about his scar, and she had acquiesced to a meeting.
He had barely finished dressing himself when there was a soft knock at the door. A moment later, Fleur's regal mother entered and looked around the room. To Harry's horror, Fleur had remained in bed, clearly unashamed of being caught nude. Her hair was disheveled, her legs were still spread, and his cum dripped obscenely out of her pussy.
Harry's heart started racing in panic. He almost reached for his wand to defend himself.
"Maman," Fleur said politely, only now closing her legs. "I had not expected you until later."
"I arrived early, my dear, as I have another appointment to keep."
Apolline sniffed the air curiously and smiled at her daughter. "A rather interesting aroma. What have you been doing with our guest, Fleur?"
Fleur returned her smile. "Simply getting to know 'im. He is quite skilled for an Englishman."
"Is that so?"
"Oui. He is stronger zan others in zis wretched place."
"How remarkable," said Apolline, appraising Harry with her eyes. He swallowed nervously, confused by the interaction and hoping that wands weren't about to be drawn. Fleur's mother was exceedingly beautiful, with skin and hair identical to her daughter's, but she kept her emotions to herself, making her difficult to read.
She looked him over from head to toe, unconcerned with his discomfort. "My daughter is notoriously picky with her lovers, Monsieur Potter. You must be talented."
Harry blushed and tried to sink into the floor. Not even his experience in the Pride could have prepared him for this moment. "Er…"
Fleur's tinkling laughter filled the room. "He will do for now."
He couldn't quite believe what he was hearing, and didn't know whether it was safe to laugh. He knew for certain that Fleur thought him more than merely adequate as a lover. Apolline took mercy on him and patted him on the cheek.
"There is no need to be embarrassed. I quite approve of your liaison. But do keep it to yourself. Veela have a reputation that is not entirely unearned."
"Yes, ma'am."
The imposing woman moved away from him and seated herself on the chair at Fleur's desk. "Now, Fleur tells me she encountered a curse in your scar and that it caused you pain when she examined it."
"That's right," he said, relieved to have something else to talk about.
"May I examine it?"
"Yes."
He moved closer to her and tried to resist the rising tension in his gut. This was why they were meeting, after all, but Harry felt strangely protective of his scar. Whenever someone examined it, he felt they were somehow questioning his identity.
"Lean down, dear."
He did so, and Apolline peered at his forehead curiously. "How strange," she murmured.
"What is it?"
She met his eyes, and he was entranced by how beautiful they were. They were an unnatural shade of purple that almost sparkled.
"I do not yet know. In a moment you will feel my magic. It might feel like a pulling sensation. That is normal."
"A pulling sensation?"
She nodded and traced a finger along his scar. "It is the nature of a veela's allure. It is how we sense magic. Do you know of our history?"
"Not really."
"It is no matter. We believe our power was originally a survival mechanism—a way to protect ourselves from rapacious men. But it became our curse. Instead of driving men away, it attracted more of them. Nevertheless, we are able to assess danger by sensing magic, and in some cases we can manipulate it."
"Okay," he replied. He made another mental note to do research on veela. There were just so many other things ahead of that on his list.
"I shall try not to hurt you. Close your eyes please."
He obeyed, and a moment later the pleasantness of her allure washed over him. It was gentler than Fleur's, and more controlled, but felt far more powerful. He could almost taste the sensuality of it, and suspected that she wanted him to close his eyes so he wouldn't be reduced to a drooling imbecile.
The pulling sensation intensified, just as she had predicted. He felt something deep within his magic respond. All at once pain erupted behind his eyes and he couldn't prevent a hiss of agony. He would have fallen to the ground had she not grabbed his arm. He felt her rise from the seat and gently push him into it.
When he found the strength to open his eyes, he discovered Apolline waving her wand across his forehead and muttering something in French. He opened his mouth, but she admonished him.
"Stay perfectly still."
He did so, even as a feeling of dread crept over him. When she finally stopped her casting, she stepped back and watched him with an almost appalled look on her face.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I do not know. But it is…death magic. Necromancy. It reeks of ancient Egypt."
Harry's fear spiked. "What?"
"This problem is beyond my skill to fix. I do not understand what I am seeing, but it is vile. My daughter is correct. That scar should not be part of you. What do you know of it?"
The words tumbled out of him before he could stop them. He was ordinarily cautious about the subject of Voldemort among people he did not know well, but something in Madame Delacour's expression made him almost afraid for his life.
"Voldemort gave it to me when he hit me with a killing curse," he said in a rush. "It—it responds to him somehow, whenever I'm near him. It gives me an awful headache. He can't touch me, but it makes feel connected to him. I—I have dreams sometimes. I can see what he's doing."
He swallowed thickly. He wasn't certain if Voldemort's continued existence was supposed to remain a secret, but he desperately hoped he could trust a pair of veela who were in his debt.
Apolline stared at him intently. "When you are near him? You mean to say that the creature is still alive?"
"Yes. I fought him in my first year at school. He possessed a Professor. My second year too. He's some sort of spirit. He's trying to find a way back."
She sighed and looked at her daughter, who still hadn't bothered to get dressed. "Speak of this to no one, Fleur. No one."
"Yes, maman," she said obediently.
"And your Dumbledore knows of this?" Apolline asked Harry.
"Yes. But I don't know what he knows about my scar."
"I see."
She was silent for a long moment, staring off into space before collecting herself. "This is something I need to discuss with my husband. I do not know what to say about your Dark Lord, but I perhaps know of someone who can help with the black magic in your scar. Her services are likely to be expensive, but my family owes a debt to you that I intend to repay, Monsieur Potter. Will you allow me to contact her?"
"Who are we talking about?"
"I shall not tell you her name, but she has performed services for the French government in the past. My husband can perhaps find her through his contacts. She is a necromancer, one of the few who have not become an abomination."
"A necromancer?" he said with a shudder. Even the word sounded obscene.
"Oui. It may take some time to find her. She is not the sort of person that one invites to parties. If I can find her, perhaps we could arrange a meeting over the summer. You would be welcome to stay at our chateau."
"Er, I'd like that, but the Headmaster probably wants me to stay with my relatives over the summer."
"You would be perfectly safe with us, I assure you."
"It's not that. He just likes to keep me on a short leash. If I'm allowed to go, I will. But please don't tell this woman that Voldemort is still alive."
He thought it was unlikely that Dumbledore would let him leave his neighborhood, let alone the country. But with Sirius in Britain again, perhaps he could win a little more freedom.
Apolline nodded. "Then I shall take care of the arrangements. Leave your Headmaster to me. You are carrying something dark that must be removed as soon as possible. If he cannot see that, he is a very great fool."
"Thank you, ma'am."
She inclined her head and smiled. "Having a veela in your debt is a very good thing, Monsieur Potter, just as having one irritated with you is a very bad thing."
"I'll try to remember that."
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Harry, Hermione, and Cedric Diggory stared at their surroundings in wonder. The room was unlike anything they had ever encountered. It contained training dummies, a small library, a dueling arena, and a variety of magical objects that they couldn't even name.
It was several days after Harry's encounter with Fleur's mother, most of which he had kept to himself. His instinct was to reveal the entire conversation to Hermione, but on second thought, he decided not to burden her with it. She had already sacrificed so much for him this year, and he knew it would be unfair to add yet another problem. The idea that there was some sort of dark magic embedded in his scar horrified him, and he had no doubt that it would horrify her equally. It felt like a generous thing to spare her from the knowledge. At least until he knew more.
Today they had met with Cedric in their private training room. The Hufflepuff champion had requested a meeting. After the debacle of the second task, he had decided to see if Harry wanted to train together.
Cedric had examined their training room and found it lacking. It was too small to practice any serious dueling, and the walls lacked protection from powerful spells. They had debated where else they might practice together before Hermione had struck upon the idea of asking Dobby. He had come through so spectacularly for them before the second task.
They were now examining the results of the elf's advice. The Come-and-Go Room, he had called it. Harry snickered internally at that, but kept it to himself. He thought it an accurate description of the Pride.
"We have got to find a way to reward Dobby," Hermione said.
"Truckloads of socks," he agreed.
Cedric drew his wand and hit a training dummy with a blasting curse. He whistled as its injuries healed themselves almost immediately.
"This place is amazing," he said. "I can't believe no one knows about it. A room that can become anything you want? Imagine the possibilities."
"We need to keep it a secret, I think," Hermione said. "It would be a disaster if the whole school knew about it."
Cedric tapped his nose. "Agreed. Discretion is the word. But," he added with a little smile, "this place does have quite a lot of privacy, for people in need of it. It might be perfect for the little fete you're planning for Cho. You wouldn't have to sneak us into Gryffindor."
Hermione blushed, thinking of the scandalous affair she was organizing for the Ravenclaw girl. She hadn't been certain how much Cedric knew about it. His approval of the plan raised some questions about their relationship, but she didn't want to ask about something so personal.
"I'll, er, think about it," she replied, "but I'm not sure the contracts would cover this place, even if everyone had already signed one. It could be a dangerous loophole."
Cedric shrugged. "As long as you don't have a problem sneaking us into your pride of lions, I suppose it doesn't matter."
Harry could see the wheels turning in his mind. "You're not thinking of turning this room into the Hufflepuff social club, are you?"
The older boy grinned but shook his head. "Nothing quite like that. I was imagining more personal uses."
"You haven't actually said anything about Hufflepuff's version of the Pride, assuming you're a member. Can you tell us anything?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Ah, well, not really. I gather there used to be such a club in Hufflepuff, but it fell out of fashion. Hufflepuffs tend to object to exclusive clubs. It violates our sense of fair play, you see. I've heard rumors about the other houses and their contracts though."
"So there's nothing similar to the Pride for Hufflepuffs?" Harry asked.
"Well, I didn't say that," Cedric said with a wink. "We have rooms below our common room that are used for more than studying. They can be reserved. And if people choose to let their hair down, they don't need a contract to ensure that no one talks. Hufflepuffs take loyalty very seriously."
"Right. Enough about sex," Hermione said, trying to get the conversation back on track. "We need to coordinate our schedules and figure out a plan. What have you been studying, Cedric?"
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Hermione sighed with relief as she eased herself into bed. It had been a long day, and her bum was sore from repeatedly landing on it when Cedric disarmed her. They had been using the Come-and-Go Room for several days, and both she and Harry had dueled the older boy to get a handle on where they stood.
Cedric was powerful, and commanded a much more diverse spell repertoire. But Harry was faster than he was, and only slightly behind him in terms of power. With Harry's athleticism, they were almost evenly matched. She, however, lagged behind both, at least when it came to magical combat. Her remarkable intellect didn't translate to good fighting instincts.
She closed her bedcurtains and lay down, hoping to get a solid eight hours of sleep. She was just beginning to doze off when a nearby rustling roused her. She opened her eyes just as Parvati quietly slipped into her bed.
"Parvati?" she mumbled.
"Shhh," the Indian girl whispered, and cast a silencing charm around them. Hermione couldn't help but notice that she was nude, and assumed that she was there for some late-night shenanigans.
She was far too tired for whatever the girl had in mind. "We're not in the Pride, you know. You could have molested me there without any risk."
Parvati giggled, keeping her voice down despite the charm. "I'll keep that in mind, but I'm not here for that. I thought you were still awake."
"Barely. What's going on?"
"I just wanted to talk for a minute. About Harry."
"What about him?"
"Well—this is just between us, okay?"
"Of course."
"I'm a little worried about something," Parvati said hesitantly.
"What?"
"I like Harry. A lot. And if things were different, if we weren't in the Pride, I might really go after him. I asked him to the ball because I thought, you know, maybe, in the future, there's a chance we could get together."
"Okay…"
"But now I'm scared. I almost died a few weeks ago, Hermione. I had no idea going down in that lake would be so dangerous. Then I wake up in freezing water and Harry is blasting spells everywhere and everybody's screaming and he's covered in blood." She shivered.
Hermione nodded, still confused about where she was going.
"Then I find out I'm supposedly 'the thing he would miss most.' Lavender's been teasing me about it every day. And then that stupid bitch wrote that article." She looked at Hermione almost pleadingly. "Do you know how Harry feels about me? Because I don't want to hurt him, but I don't think I'm cut out for the kinds of adventures you have with him every year. They're terrifying."
"Let me see if I understand. You like Harry, but you're afraid of how dangerous it is to be around him. And you're scared that he's falling in love with you because of that stupid task, and you don't want to hurt him or put yourself in danger?"
"Well—yes."
Hermione shook her head. "Don't worry about it, Parvati. The Headmaster picked the captives, not the champions. It doesn't mean Harry's in love with you. The Headmaster actually chose Ron for him to rescue at first."
"Ron? Seriously?"
"Yeah, I know. He wanted to force them to reconcile. I insisted that he use you or Katie instead. That's why you were down there. If I had known it would be that dangerous, I wouldn't have agreed to go myself."
"Oh." She sounded both relieved and disappointed.
Hermione patted her hand. "I know Harry likes you. You're one of his favorite people; but he's not obsessing over you or anyone else. Maybe things will change in the future, but who knows? The Pride makes it rather hard to date people, don't you think?"
"Yes, it does. I was worried I'd have to have an awkward talk with him."
"Everything will be fine."
She looked at Hermione contemplatively. "I used to be jealous of you, you know."
"Why?"
"Because of how close you are with Harry. Thick as thieves. But I don't think I could handle being you. I'd go out of my mind if I were in danger constantly."
Hermione yawned. "It's not so bad—well, most of the time. Harry doesn't need you to protect him. Just be his friend and keep shagging his brains out."
Parvati laughed and marveled at how much her roommate had changed. "Speaking of shagging, I've got a new toy if you want to try it. Want me to show you?"
"I want to go to sleep, and you're keeping me from it. Why don't you bring it to the Pride?"
"Because it's from mine and Lav's personal stash. We use them here. You don't like to get off right before bed?"
"Sometimes."
"It helps you fall asleep," she said, squeezing Hermione's thigh. "If you ever want help, just ask."
"I'll keep it in mind," she said with another yawn. "Now go away."
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As the end of March approached, so too did Cho's birthday celebration. Despite the fact that she was a Ravenclaw, Hermione had prevailed upon Angelina to host it in the Pride. She had considered using the Come-and-Go Room, but it was too important to keep their discovery a secret. Nor was she comfortable with the possibility that the contracts wouldn't cover everything that happened there.
And so on the evening of March 27th, a small crowd gathered in the Pride, ready to give the birthday girl what she wanted. All of the regulars were there, including the girls, and they had managed to sneak in Cedric, Viktor Krum, and a Ravenclaw boy whose name escaped Harry.
There was a thin table in the center, covered with cushions. A totally nude Cho Chang stood next to it, looking more anxious than Harry had ever seen her. Everyone else in the room removed their clothes while she watched them in anticipation.
"Alright, listen up, you lot," Angelina called out. "We've got a special guest tonight, and it's her birthday. She wants the Hermione Granger treatment. Are the boys ready to give it to her?"
Hoots and laughter followed, and it was a testament to how much Hermione had changed that she barely blushed.
"The lovely Miss Chang may be a rival seeker, but that doesn't mean we can't show her proper Gryffindor hospitality," Angelina finished.
She smiled and instructed Cho to open her mouth. She dabbed her tongue with lust potion, and Cho shuddered. Her nipples visibly hardened, and Angie gently pushed her down on the cushioned table, exposing her ass to the room.
Jo Hampson wrapped a Gryffindor tie around her eyes. Angelina withdrew something long and silky from a bag and examined it. It looked like a black horse-hair tail, and it glittered in the light. There was a five-inch-long plug at the end of it. Harry watched in surprise as Angelina spread Cho's cheeks and inserted the plug deep into her asshole. Cho moaned, visibly vibrating with lust. The tail hung out of her and swept the floor. She looked like a strange magical animal ready to mate.
Angie smacked her ass. "Ready?"
"Please, God, yes," Cho moaned. "The potion is killing me. Hurry."
"Don't say I didn't warn you. What was the spell for this thing again?"
Cho murmured something, and Angelina pointed her wand at the horse-tail plug and whispered. She gasped and her legs began shaking. The plug was clearly doing something interesting inside her.
She grabbed the edges of the table in a death grip and literally bit down on one of the cushions pressed against her. "Fuck!" she screamed into it, and Angelina laughed. She pulled up the tail and laid it across her back, so that it fanned out and exposed the edge of the vibrating plug in her ass. The tail seemed to be swaying, caressing her back with its undulations.
"Please! Ced!" Cho yelled pitifully. Cedric stepped up behind her and rubbed a finger between her lips. Her pussy was literally drooling. A gooey drop of liquid trailed to the floor beneath her. He smiled and whispered something in her ear. She released a guttural moan that wouldn't have sounded out of place in the Forbidden Forest, and he took mercy on her and gently slid his hard cock into her wetness.
She moaned with each slow penetration, thankful that her party had finally begun. She was so wet with arousal that it could be heard throughout the room.
Ten boys stood in a haphazard line behind Cedric, and Harry decided he was in no hurry to join them. The festivities would likely go on for a couple hours. He looked around and saw several small groups of girls watching the action and sipping drinks, though none of them tried to claim the boys who were in line. It was Cho's night, and they agreed that she should have a constant line of suitors.
He met Katie Bell's eyes, and she strode toward him with a determined glint in her eye. She boldly grabbed his soft, hanging cock and smiled. "If you're not going to get in line, this is mine. I'll make quick work of you, and you'll be ready in plenty of time for Chang."
Harry laughed as she led him to a nearby couch.
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Hermione watched as Julian Martigan took Cedric's place behind Cho. The aristocratic boy rubbed his cock along her dark, fleshy lips until she was begging him to put it in. He did so with a smirk and Cho let out a cry of relief. With the combination of the lust potion and whatever the tail was doing to her, she appeared to be out of her mind with arousal. Hermione made a mental note to investigate the properties of the tail. She had never seen it before, and Angelina hadn't mentioned it to her.
Cho's panting soon filled the room. Her mouth was open, gasping for air as Martigan filled her. She looked delirious, oblivious to everything but her own pleasure. Hermione wondered if she looked like that when she was in the throes of ecstasy. She probably did. She certainly inhabited her own little world, even when her body was being used by a multitude.
Her pussy grew soaking wet, and she had to ruthlessly push aside thoughts of bending over next to Cho. It was her night, and she had studying to do later.
She looked around the room, pleased that her planning had worked and everyone had shown up. It wasn't lost on her that Angelina had assigned her the task of organizing everything. Part of her was terrified that Angelina might be grooming her as a protégé; another part hoped that she was. This room had both intensified her insecurities and made them melt like nothing else could. She felt more powerful in the Pride than she did in the classroom, an insight that should have shocked her, but instead thrilled her.
She noticed Dean Thomas sitting on a couch by himself and watching the proceedings. He was nude like everyone else, but didn't seem inclined to indulge himself with anyone yet.
She slid into the open space next to him. "Not getting in line?"
He shrugged. "I'll wait for her to get warmed up a bit. She's a small girl. I don't want to hurt her."
"How polite of you."
"Well, it's supposed to be pleasant, not painful," he said with a grin.
Hermione looked down at the massive cock resting on his thigh. Even when soft it was an intimidating organ. It only gained an inch or two in length when it was hard, which she considered a good thing.
She leaned back in the seat and let her hand trail teasingly along the edge of his cock. In the months since she had been inducted into the Pride, her reluctance to approach boys had slowly disappeared. She marveled at herself, knowing that such behavior would have been beyond her not so very long ago.
"It's a long line," she said casually. "Would you like me to play with your majestic phallus for a while?"
Dean laughed. "That a trick question?"
She smiled and leaned toward his lap. She lifted his heavy but limp cock and suckled gently on its meaty head. It slowly grew hard in her hand. She watched with fascination as it engorged with blood and stood upright, extending from his body like a dark, angry monster.
She bathed his purple head with her tongue, paying special attention to that sensitive little spot on its underside. Dean sighed and leaned back, closing his eyes. Her hand stroked his enormous shaft lazily while her mouth delivered little licks and kisses along it. She loved the feeling of being in control of a boy's pleasure.
"Goddamn, you're so good at this," he muttered.
"Thank you."
"You're my baby girl, aren't you?" he said playfully.
Hermione smirked, recalling him using those exact words when he pounded her so ferociously after the Yule Ball. He had used them again the last time they were together. In the heat of passion, she found she didn't mind such dirty talk, even if she might find it humiliating in any other context.
"Is baby girl pleasing her daddy?" she asked coyly.
"Fuck yeah, she is. Daddy wants to paint his baby girl's face."
"Baby girl aims to please," she whispered, and gently squeezed Dean's enormous balls, returning to her work with vigor.
She fondled them as his breathing became ragged. They were heavy in her hands, resembling huge ostrich eggs more than anything else. Oddly, they didn't produce as much cum as Harry's did, but his release was still thick and creamy. He would definitely make a mess of her face, if that's what he wanted.
She suckled on the tip of his cock as if it were a pacifier, her mouth opened wide to fit his crown inside. Her grip on his shaft tightened until she could feel his pulse through his cock. She stroked him with brutal efficiency and he grew even harder in her hand.
"Daddy's gonna cum," he panted.
Hermione stopped stroking for a brief moment and smiled up at him. "Baby girl is ready."
He took his cock from her and stroked it roughly, aiming it at her nose. "Close your eyes."
She obeyed, wrinkling her nose in anticipation of the blast.
Dean grunted as orgasm overtook him. One burst after another landed on Hermione's nose, eyes, forehead, and cheeks. Thick white stripes impacted forcefully and then slid down her face. They just kept coming, ten or twelve times, and she wondered how long he had been saving this one. Her pussy flooded with warmth and moisture as he made an outrageous mess of her face.
He wiped his crown along her lips and chin, and she obligingly teased out the last of his release with her tongue.
She kept forgetting to ask about bringing a camera into the Pride, though she suspected it was forbidden. She wanted to know what her face looked like when it was covered in so much cum. It made her feel dirty, but not degraded. It was a symbol of her power over the boys who couldn't contain their desire for her.
She breathed through her mouth, her nostrils coated with Dean's cum. She scooped some of it along her face with her finger, until it pooled there. Then she licked her finger clean. The ache between her legs intensified, and she knew she would have to find relief soon.
Feeling mischievous, she leaned into a shocked Dean and took his mouth in a lusty kiss, smearing his release all over his face.
"Baby girl loves Daddy's cum," she whispered, and then laughed.
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Despite Katie's insistence that she would make short work of him, fifteen minutes later she was still riding Harry slowly, both of them settled into a relaxed rhythm. It was the gentlest sex he'd experienced with her since she'd taken his virginity. She looked into his eyes and smiled as she rocked her hips, sliding his length around inside her, before raising her hips to swallow it again.
She planted a tender kiss on his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm so glad you're here."
"Me too," he said, fighting the urge to close his eyes and savor the delicious wet warmth that was enveloping his cock. She squeezed him with her muscles every time she sank down, and it made him want to toss her on her back and fuck her savagely.
"If you hadn't joined us, I might have resorted to drastic measures. You needed an escape."
"I'm scared to ask."
"You should be. But you're here now and you belong here."
"Yes, I do. Thanks to you."
She grinned and pulled him into a lustier kiss. They had an easy affection that had begun during their very first encounter together, and Harry thought it was possible they might have become a couple were it not for the strange dynamics of the Pride. Or his friendship with Hermione.
"I'm about to cum all over your cock," she breathed, and ground her hips to rub her clit against him.
"And I'm about to fill your pretty little pussy," he said. He grabbed her ass and squeezed. She shut her eyes and moaned as her body gave itself over to pleasure.
"Oh, fuck."
Katie's pussy squeezed him in little contractions, massaging him until he lost control too. He captured her lips in his and kissed her violently as he exploded inside her. He felt as if he were emptying endless ropes of cum deep within her.
Both held onto each other as they came down from their release.
She sighed deeply. "That hit the spot."
"Yes, it did. You drained me dry."
"You'll still have plenty for Chang. Fuck her slowly and make her desperate for your cum. Ravenclaws should beg to get fucked by Gryffindors."
He laughed. "I'll try."
She patted his face fondly and raised herself from his lap, allowing his cock its freedom. His fluids immediately poured from her in a little gush. It slowed to a trickle that reached all the way to the floor.
"You've got such a load," she said with a smile.
"And you love it. Don't lie."
"I do. I'm going to find somebody to lick it out of me. Find me again later."
He grinned as she strode away, her ass swaying and his cum still dripping out of her.
Harry stood and looked around the Pride. For the first time it struck him that he felt at home in this place. Months ago, it had been intimidating—he had felt like a voyeur intruding on someone else's paradise. Now he knew each of these people, and belonged among them. He was watching Cho Chang get gang-banged for her birthday, for Merlin's sake, and it seemed like nothing extraordinary. He had to stifle a laugh.
Although Cho's spectacle was the center of the room's attention, various couplings were happening elsewhere. With so many boys waiting for their moment with just one girl, it was inevitable that other liaisons would take place. Martigan and Hampson seemed to be attacking each other with their bodies, if the way he gripped her wrists was any indication. On a nearby couch, Viktor Krum had Angelina's legs pinned behind her ears but was fucking her with an odd tenderness.
Further afield, he saw Hermione riding George in what looked like desperation. He loved seeing her like that. He knew there was a part of her that was dedicated wholly to him, and no pangs of jealousy accompanied the fact that she shared her body with others. He grew hard again just watching her, as if she were performing solely for his pleasure.
A loud moan came from the bed closest to him, and he did a double take at what he saw there. Cedric was sitting on the bed, leaning back on his hands with his eyes closed. In his lap was Fred Weasley's head, giving him a sloppy but earnest blow job. Fred's hand squeezed his balls each time he lowered his head, sucking the tip of his cock as if it were his most prized possession.
Harry paused to watch them. He wasn't shocked, exactly, but he was still surprised at the enthusiasm with which the two boys played with each other. The bedcurtains were hanging open, inviting any and all to watch what they were doing.
He hadn't yet been propositioned by another boy, but he suspected he soon would be, possibly by Cedric himself. He hadn't forgotten how much the handsome Hufflepuff boy had enjoyed ogling his cock after the Yule Ball. He didn't know what he would do if it happened. Would it be rude to say no? He wasn't attracted to guys, but was mildly curious about the appeal it held for others. He had seen Fred, Lee, and Stewart together at various times, though they were somewhat furtive about their liaisons.
Fred opened his mouth wide and lowered his face until he was swallowing Cedric's entire length. He moaned as Fred buried his nose in his pubic hair. He swirled his head, teasing his cock with his throat until Cedric was whimpering.
He withdrew his face and licked his swollen crown, his tongue slurping the saliva he left in his wake. Cedric lost control, panting and thrusting his hips into his face. Fred opened his mouth above his cock, and Harry watched as thick loads of cum burst from his tip. They shot into Fred's waiting mouth, then spilled out and dripped onto Cedric's cock in white streams. The last spurts pulsed out of him with less force, sliding down Fred's hand to make a mess of his pubic hair.
Cedric sighed and opened his eyes. He saw Harry watching him and winked. Harry blushed at being caught in his voyeurism, but nodded his head politely.
He turned his attention away from the boys to the night's main event. Cho was still going strong. Dane Murphy was behind her, thrusting hard enough to shake her body. McLaggen stood next to her face, holding his cock up to her lips. She slurped on it erratically, panting so hard that she could do little more than that. He moved his cock to her cheek and groaned as orgasm overtook him. He painted her face with thick bursts, coating her cheek and nose. She opened her mouth and he placed his cock on her tongue, filling it with the last of his cum.
She had a tired, happy smile on her face when he pulled away. Her blindfold was soaked, and her face glazed with the release of multiple boys. She moaned as Dane gripped her ass and filled her with cum on her other end. He buried himself inside her with short, sharp thrusts, more than a dozen times, until he was spent.
Harry swallowed thickly and got in line behind her, aroused beyond belief. Only Stewart Perkins was ahead of him. He stroked himself and waited on Stewart to finish, wanting to help Cho fulfill her fantasies on her special night.
When Stewart pulled away panting, he stepped forward to take his place. Cho's legs were trembling, and there were stripes of cum across both of her ass cheeks. Her back shined with perspiration. The dark, silky tail now hung between her legs, reaching almost to the floor. Whatever it was doing inside her, it seemed to give her no rest. He touched the plug curiously, pushing it deeper into her ass. She shuddered and moaned.
He pushed the thick tail to the side, giving him access to her pussy. Its lips were dark and swollen. He gently fingered them, and the release of her former lovers oozed from within her, coating his finger. She squirmed in anticipation. Part of him found it gross. The larger part found it so incredibly hot he couldn't bear it, especially when she wanted such treatment.
She was breathing heavily, her head turned to the side as she awaited the next hard cock.
"Alright, Cho?" he asked. "It's Harry."
"Harry," she said with a smile, her voice breathless.
"How is it so far?"
Her smile grew even larger. "Brilliant. I'm going to be sore tomorrow, but I'm still horny as hell."
"That's what you get for taking that potion."
"I'll be fine. Quit talking and give me some Boy-Who-Lived cock. I need to cum again."
He smirked and rubbed the edge of his cock along her soaked pussy. His head came away coated with fluids, and she moaned. He pushed in slowly, amazed at how soft and tight she remained, until he was fully sheathed. He grabbed her tail and pulled on it gently. She gasped and writhed against him. Merlin, this was going to be fun.
He pushed into her with long, slow strokes. He pulled on her tail every time he withdrew, and she squirmed in ecstasy. He picked up his pace and wrapped the tail around his hand, yanking on it as he fucked her with increasing force. Her little whimpers stoked his lust, and he grabbed her hips and pounded her as hard and deep as he could. She was soon wailing loud enough to be heard in Ravenclaw tower.
"Happy birthday, Cho," he whispered.
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Author's Note: A lot going on in this chapter. Hopefully you found it both entertaining and hot. The situation with Harry's scar will get interesting. Next up, his training for the third task progresses, and he and Angelina treat Hermione to a new experience.
I just posted a oneshot that features Harry getting cursed, blindfolded, and pulled into a broom closet by a mysterious assailant. It's called 'Blindfolds and Broom Closets,' strangely enough. Give it a read, and let me know what you think.
Thanks for reading and reviewing.