The Lust of Gryffindors
Chapter 29: The Pride Roars Again
Harry hoisted Hermione's trunk onto the overhead shelf and then settled into his seat. He looked out the window one last time to wave at Sirius and Remus on the platform. Sirius was getting wary looks from passersby. He may have been proclaimed innocent by the Wizengamot, but that didn't stop people from giving him a wide berth. He seemed to be enjoying the spooked double-takes he produced on the platform.
It was the end of a long summer, and Harry was relieved to finally be sitting on the Hogwarts Express. He and Hermione had arrived early and commandeered a prime compartment, knowing that the Weasleys would arrive late.
He couldn't wait for the year to begin. He was looking forward to participating in the Pride again, and was even looking forward to coursework. That was a testament to the strangeness of his summer. Prophecies. Horcruxes. Rituals. Necromancers. Sleeping with Fleur's mum. Wizengamot trials. Sharing a house with the Malfoys. Sleeping with Fleur's mum. It was a bit much, even for him.
Compared to all that, enjoying his membership in a student sex club was a return to normalcy.
Hermione leaned over and adjusted the prefect badge on his uniform. He rolled his eyes. She had been staring at it with a demented grin since he put it on this morning. She had polished hers until it shone like the sun. It wouldn't surprise him if she made him stick his to his bare chest every time they slept together.
Neville was the first person to join them in the compartment. He and Harry had exchanged a few letters over the summer. Harry felt a little closer to him now, knowing the fate that had befallen his parents, and that one of their attackers was roaming free.
"Hi, guys," Neville said, "Mind if I join you?"
"Of course not. Good to see you, Nev. How was your summer?"
"Alright, I guess. I spent most of it outdoors."
Harry examined him more closely. Hermione did the same. Neville seemed to have grown three inches over the summer and acquired a tan. Some of his baby fat had disappeared and been replaced by hard muscle. He had a determined look in his eye, and Harry wondered just how much Barty Crouch's appearance had motivated him to become a stronger wizard.
"I heard a rumor," Neville said, "that Malfoy isn't coming back to Hogwarts. Gran thinks Lady Malfoy left her husband and took him with her. He might be going to Durmstrang this year. Can you believe that?"
Harry smiled. "We've heard the same. I hope it's true. But that means you won't be able to break his nose anymore."
Neville laughed. "If I ever learn the patronus charm, that'll be my happy memory."
"I'm feeling a little left out. Of the three of us, I'm the only one who never got to punch Draco in the face."
Hermione preened smugly. "You snooze, you lose."
He could live with that, he supposed, as long as Draco wasn't around to bother him this year. He had even given his former nemesis a parting gift, though it was really more of a prank. With permission from Sirius, he had sent Dobby to Draco's room with a delivery and a note. The note wished him well in his home schooling. The delivery was a stack of pornography from the 1970s. Maybe Draco was into very hairy women. He probably would be by the end of the year.
The compartment door burst open, and Ron came in lugging his chest. The whistle outside blew, signaling the train's departure.
"Just made it," he said, huffing for breath. "Ginny left something at home and we had to go back."
"Need a hand with that, mate?"
"Nah, I got it."
Ron heaved his trunk into the overhead bin, where it collided with a thud against Harry's. He winced, hoping the blow hadn't hurt Sirius' gift. There were several dozen doses of Polyjuice in his trunk. Hermione knew about them too, but she recommended not telling anyone in the Pride until they had done a little experimenting of their own. She already had a few ideas.
"Where's Ginny?" she asked.
"Went to find her roommates," Ron said, settling in. "The twins went to find Lee Jordan. You guys want to play some exploding snap?"
Hermione smiled at Harry and pointed to their badges. "We can't. We have a prefects' meeting in a few minutes."
Ron snorted. "Better you than me. Neville, you up for a game? I'll go find Seamus and—whoa, mate, you're looking tan."
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Harry looked around the dining car at his fellow prefects, barely paying attention to the Head Girl's speech. He knew all the fifth years, but only half of the others. Cho was a sixth-year prefect for Ravenclaw. Alicia Spinnet and Julian Martigan were the seventh-year prefects for Gryffindor.
His fifth-year cohorts were good choices, he thought, with one exception: Pansy Parkinson. How she had been named a prefect was beyond him. Maybe Malfoy had been slated to be the male prefect, and they had been a package deal. She looked less than pleased to be sitting next to Blaise Zabini. Padma Patil and Anthony Goldstein were the Ravenclaw prefects. Susan Bones and Ernie MacMillan represented Hufflepuff. He could work with them without any trouble.
The Head Girl was Desiree Sandoval, a Hufflepuff witch with Spanish origins who had a very imposing stare. The Head Boy, a tall Ravenclaw named Edmund Spiers, stood silently and let her do most of the talking.
Harry was a little surprised at how extensive his duties would be. Prefects would soon be patrolling the train in pairs for an hour at a time, then he and Hermione would be responsible for settling the new Gryffindor first years into their dorms. For the rest of the year, their jobs consisted of maintaining order in the common room, mediating disputes, counseling students who had questions, and even handling some discipline issues. He hadn't realized they could take points and assign detentions.
The most onerous task would be patrolling the corridors after curfew. The prefects had to stay up most of the night during their weekly patrol. It was just a four-hour shift, but even so, he wouldn't get much sleep on those nights. It was outrageous to make such a demand of students when there were Professors and house elves in the castle.
Thank Merlin he had the Marauder's Map. That would make his life easier when he was partnered with Hermione. Unfortunately, that wouldn't always be the case. In a gesture toward interhouse unity, he would also be patrolling with the prefects from other houses. Spending four hours with Pansy Parkinson promised to be a wonderful experience.
"That's almost everything," said Sandoval. "If you have questions, come to me or Edmund. There's one last thing on the agenda for today: the prefects' bath."
"What about it?" asked an officious Slytherin named Jameson Cantwell.
Sandoval stared him down. "I think we all know what went down there after the Yule Ball, and for the rest of the year too. That's going to change."
There were a few displeased mutters.
"That place is supposed to be for us," she said with authority. "It's a privilege. I know for a fact that many of you let your friends use it last year. Some of you even accepted bribes for the password. That stops, or I'll have your badge. It's not a bloody brothel."
"You can't be serious!" complained a sixth-year Ravenclaw. "We can't have guests in there? That's, like, a thousand-year tradition."
She rolled her eyes. "Nobody's going to stop you from shagging your girlfriend, Marlowe. Everyone can bring guests. But—there will be a sign-up sheet. You will use it to reserve times. Any guests must enter with you and leave with you. No more random berks taking over our space."
There was more mutinous muttering, but no one else complained.
"That's everything. Granger, Potter, Patil, Goldstein—you have first shift on patrol. Welcome to the club."
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Harry and Hermione spent the next hour walking up and down the corridors of the Hogwarts Express. It was exceptionally boring, as they weren't supposed to stop and talk with their friends. They could say hello to people, but otherwise had to keep moving.
It was still an illuminating experience for Harry. By the end of their shift, he had a sense of all the little cliques within Hogwarts. He had a better idea of who was friends with whom, and would eventually be able to put names to faces for the whole school.
They passed by Ginny's compartment and discovered her chatting with Colin Creevey. Her roommate, Demelza Robins, sat across from her, as well as a blonde Ravenclaw whose name he didn't know. Ginny blushed when they made eye contact, but he didn't miss her little smile.
He found Daphne and Tracey sitting quietly with Millicent Bulstrode and Pansy Parkinson. The atmosphere looked tense. Daphne didn't look at him as he passed, but Tracey gave him a sneer that almost made him laugh. He could pick up on the subtleties of her expressions now, and that particular sneer was playful.
Dean, Parvati, and Lavender were in a compartment together, looking so cozy that clothes might soon come off. They poked their heads in and reminded them to be less obvious with their groping. Their entrance only produced squeals and hugs and even more groping. Dean thanked Harry for his gift of magical paints, and promised to make good use of them this year.
Two other compartments were nearly overflowing with older Pride members. Thankfully, everyone had the sense to be fully-clothed. There was a festive atmosphere in the cars, and both wished they could join them.
He had no doubt things would get wild tonight. Dozens of horny students were returning after a summer of deprivation. The only question was how late into the night things would go, and whether it would involve lust potion. Since they didn't have classes in the morning, the answers were probably 'very late' and 'hell yes.'
On their tenth trip past Angelina's compartment, the door slid open and she grabbed them both.
"Are you two almost done with your prefect crap?"
"Er, three minutes to go," Hermione said.
"Close enough. Get in here."
She huffed but allowed Angelina to pull her inside. The only others present were Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet, and a sixth-year Gryffindor that Harry knew only as Pippa.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Strategizing for the Pride," Angelina said. "I've already talked to the twins. I want your input too. Do you know Pippa?"
"I don't think so."
A pretty girl with flowing chestnut hair and huge brown eyes beamed at them. "Hello! Pippa Pemberton! I know you both by reputation."
"Nice to meet you," they responded.
"She's my roommate and our newest member," Katie said. "She'd have joined us long before now if she hadn't been dating a tosser from Hufflepuff."
Pippa grinned. "He's ancient history now. I'm so excited! I can't believe I've missed out on so much!"
Angelina smirked at her. "You're also the most enthusiastic newbie I've ever seen, and you haven't even set foot in the Pride."
"Only because Katie's a greedy bint who never told me about it. Are you sure there's not an initiation? Because I want to be initiated."
Harry laughed at her hopeful expression. "I'm sure you'll be able to pick any kind of initiation you want later tonight."
"Damn straight," Katie said. "I feel like getting thoroughly initiated myself."
Alicia just smiled and shook her head at her teammates. As usual, she was the quietest member of the group, the Remus Lupin of the chaser trio. She often blended into the background both on the pitch and in the Pride.
"What did you want to talk about?" Hermione asked, settling into a seat.
"New members," Angelina replied. "We lost some people, and I want some idea of who we might bring in this year. I don't know as much about the fourth and fifth years, so I want to hear your thoughts."
"Who else is joining so far?" Harry asked.
"Pippa the grinning idiot over here has already signed the contract—"
"Hey!"
"—and the twins are bringing the last of their roommates in, a quiet bloke named Owen Dibley. Alicia's going to make the approach to Latimer Sykes. You just saw him in your prefects' meeting. And you already know about baby Weasley. She's still up in the air, I think."
"She is," said Hermione. "She'll probably just watch a bit from the alcove tonight."
"Not a problem."
"She did say, though, that she might want to bring her roommate with her if she joined."
"Who's that?"
"Demelza Robins. Ginny says she wants to be a quidditch player too."
"Well, that's always a good thing. Can't have too many quidditch girls around."
"Do the twins know about Ginny yet?" Harry asked.
Angelina laughed. "They do. She begged me not to make her tell them. They're not exactly thrilled, but they didn't turn green like I was hoping. They'll let her make the choice. Of course, they'll probably castrate anyone who upsets her."
"It won't be me."
"You better hope not. You guys have any suggestions?"
"I was thinking perhaps Fay Dunbar," Hermione put in hesitantly, ignoring the amused look Harry gave her.
"You just want to make sure she's not going to blackmail you over losing your fist inside Lavender."
"What?!" Pippa yelled gleefully.
The girls erupted in laughter and Hermione blushed. "Hush, Harry. I also want to know her better. She's kind of left out sometimes. Sally-Anne is a possibility too, but probably only if Fay joins. I don't know her very well either."
"I'll talk to Lavender and Parvati about Fay. You got anybody, Harry?"
He shrugged. "Maybe Neville Longbottom. He may not seem like the type, but he's grown up a bit over the summer. He's been dealing with some stuff, just like I was when you decided to blow my mind."
"He got kind of hot, too," Hermione muttered.
"Really?" Angelina replied. "If you think he's game, I'm open to Longbottom. Still an absolute no to Ron and the other guy. Shane or whatever."
"Seamus. Wasn't going to ask about them anyway. We think Ron might have a girlfriend now."
"Oh, Merlin, the poor thing. Is he blackmailing her?"
Hermione huffed. "No, and we went to a lot of trouble to encourage it, so don't tease him."
"We won't, Prefect Granger. Please don't take any points."
"What about the sixth-year prefect?" Harry asked. "Vicky Frobisher? She's seems nice."
Katie and Pippa both burst out laughing. "Hell no," Katie said. "She's the biggest goody-two-shoes you've ever met, and she's got to be the best at everything. She'd walk around the room and correct everyone's technique if she didn't die of a stroke first."
He shrugged. "Just a thought."
Hermione squirmed a little at Katie's phrasing. That was probably how some people thought of her a year ago. Thank God she was so close to Harry, or they might be laughing about her right now.
"Alright," said Angelina. "I'll write down these names and see what people think. There's no hurry on approaching anyone, but we lost four regulars last year, and a bunch of other seventh-years. It would be nice to replenish the ranks. It's a shame Chang can't switch houses. She's nearly as down to fuck as Pippa."
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Harry leaned over to whisper in Hermione's ear. "Let's go see Dumbledore after the feast. I want to know if he found the you-know-what. Maybe he's found us a Defense tutor as well."
She nodded. "After we get the first-years taken care of. I want to know if there's any research I can do too."
"You just want unlimited access to the Restricted Section."
"That too."
The welcoming feast dragged on interminably. There was an enormous amount of first-years to be sorted. Apparently there had been a baby boom after his first defeat of Voldemort. The new Defense Professor, Dedalus Diggle, was introduced, and Harry didn't hold out much hope for him. He seemed like a genial fellow, but he was as old as Dumbledore and not half as spry. Dodging spell fire wasn't likely to be on the curriculum.
The walk back to Gryffindor tower took forever with two dozen munchkins in tow. Most of their questions were directed at Hermione, as they were too in awe of The-Boy-Who-Lived to do anything but stare at him. He smiled at them, hoping he looked kind rather than intimidating.
Once the firsties were settled, they hurried to Dumbledore's office. The opening celebration in the Pride wouldn't start until much later, but they didn't want to risk missing anything. Neither had been present for the September 1st festivities last year.
"Ice Mice," Hermione said to the gargoyle, and they ascended the stairs to Dumbledore's office. The door opened before they could knock on it.
"Harry! Hermione! Do come in. I hope there have been no difficulties with your first years."
"No, sir. Everything's fine," Harry said. "We just wanted to ask whether you were able to find any horcruxes in the castle."
The Headmaster's face fell. "Alas, not. I had high hopes, given Narcissa's memory, but I have searched thoroughly. I don't believe there's anything here."
Harry sighed. He wanted the problem of the horcruxes dealt with sooner rather than later. If he had to put his life on the line against Voldemort, he wanted a chance to solve the problem permanently.
"Is there anything more we can do to help?" Hermione asked. "I'm willing to research the Restricted Section if you'll allow it."
He chuckled at the hope in her voice. "I am willing to grant you a pass, my dear, as long as you use it responsibly. But you're not likely to find something I've missed. We don't let students have access to the darkest tomes, even there."
She smiled anyway. One of her major ambitions was to have free-reign over the Restricted Section.
"Did you have any luck finding me a tutor?" Harry asked. "I really want to keep training and there's a perfect room that we—"
He blinked, realizing that the Room of Requirement was the ideal place to hide something important.
"Headmaster, did you search the Room of Requirement for a horcrux?"
"I'm afraid I don't know what room you're referring to."
Harry and Hermione looked at each other excitedly. "It's a room that can turn into anything you want," she said. "Dobby showed it to us last year when we needed a place to train. It provided books and training dummies and all sorts of things."
Dumbledore's bushy eyebrows rose. "I was not aware such a room existed. Where is it?"
"On the seventh floor, opposite Barnabas the Barmy. You have to walk back and forth in front of the wall, thinking of what you need."
The Headmaster stood up with sudden eagerness. "Let us go at once. I asked the house elves about secret rooms, but perhaps they thought I already knew of it."
They led him hurriedly to the seventh floor. Harry was surprised at the pace the old man could maintain. When they arrived at the proper location, he looked around curiously.
"I don't sense any hidden magic here."
"It's here, sir. Watch. I'll ask the room for where the horcrux is hidden. Maybe we'll get lucky."
Harry paced back and forth, and suddenly a door appeared. The trio exchanged surprised looks. Dumbledore drew his wand and warily pushed open the door. He lowered it, staring at the sight before him in shock.
"What in Merlin's name?" he breathed.
"What is this place?" Hermione asked.
The Room now looked like the largest warehouse they had ever seen. It was packed to the ceiling with items of every discernible variety. Old cauldrons, brooms, and sneakoscopes. Desks, chairs, tables, and even a throne. Towers of books, plus hundreds of old trunks and cabinets, full of who knew what. There was even see a stone sarcophagus that looked positively ancient.
"The house elves must use it as a storage area," Harry said.
Dumbledore waved his wand in an intricate pattern, shaking his head. "There might be a thousand years of history in this room. It appears to be mostly rubbish, but there is an enormous amount of magic present."
"Do you think the horcrux is hidden here?"
"I would bet a considerable number of galleons on it. Thank you for telling me about this room. It's an amazing discovery."
"What happens now?" Hermione asked, hardly daring to take more than two steps into the cavernous room. The piles of objects were so high they could easily topple over.
Dumbledore stroked his beard. "I shall have to perform a thorough search. That would take months by myself, but if the house elves know of this place, they could perhaps organize it quickly. I'll have them separate any magical items and see what we can discover. If there is anything of value here, we might be able to replenish Hogwarts' coffers."
"I suppose we can't use it to train then," Harry muttered.
"Not until we find what we seek, dear boy. But once we do, I will do everything I can to find you a proper Defense instructor. You have many secrets to keep, and we can't trust just anyone to teach you."
"Thank you."
The pair left a pleased Dumbledore in the room and returned to Gryffindor tower, elated that they may have struck another blow against Voldemort.
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Hermione stood next to a blushing Ginny Weasley in the alcove above the Pride. The party below was just beginning to rage. The lights were low, alcohol was flowing, and unless she missed her guess, lust potion would soon be available.
There were two dozen naked bodies around the room, and more people were slowly filing in. The air was filled with laughter, shouted toasts, and the exchange of summer stories. Not everyone was having sex yet, but that would definitely change.
She followed Ginny's gaze. Lavender was talking to Harry, looking up at him while casually caressing his cock. Next to him, Molly Beckwith dropped to her knees, her huge breasts swinging, and took the head of Dean's cock in her mouth. He smiled down at her and laughed as she slurped on it happily.
"Holy shit."
Hermione smiled. "He's big, isn't he?"
"Dear Merlin, yes."
Ginny looked elsewhere, and saw one of her brothers groping Alicia Spinnet and leading her towards a bed. Katie Bell was already on her back on a couch. Cormac McLaggen slowly fucked her right there in front of everyone, and no one paid them any heed. Angelina lay next to her, her legs spread wide as Lee Jordan tongued her pussy. She was carrying on a conversation with a giggling Pippa Pemberton over her shoulder.
Pippa was rubbing her palms on her thighs, and seemed to be vibrating with excitement.
Hermione glanced at Ginny's face. She was somehow managing to blush and turn white as a sheet at the same time. Had she looked like that when Angelina showed her this room? Probably so. She could only remember having difficulty speaking, and being so turned on she could barely stand it.
She reached out and squeezed her hand. "I want you to remember two things, okay? First, you don't have to participate. Stay up here and watch all night if you want. Second, it's not always like this. The Pride is empty on some nights, and Harry and I will just go to one of those beds and have some fun. That's what this place is about. You can let your fantasies run wild, or you can be intimate with one person. You're in charge."
Ginny swallowed thickly. "Alright."
"If someone comes up here and you don't want to be seen, Harry said you could use his cloak."
Hermione pressed it into her hands. "Keep an eye on it. I suppose you could use it to go downstairs too. Just don't bump into anybody."
She nodded, seemingly having lost the power to speak.
"Ginevra. Look at me."
She blinked and turned away from the scene. Hermione smiled softly. "You're fine. If this freaks you out, it's okay to go back to the dorms. I was absolutely terrified the first night I was here. Now I wouldn't trade this place for the world."
"You wouldn't?"
"No. I'm still finding myself, but the Pride is helping me do it. You'll probably watch me lose my mind tonight. But tomorrow morning I will be the same Hermione you know. I may be a shameless slut in here, but that hasn't changed anything outside, except for the better. There are no terrible consequences for whatever you see tonight, okay?"
"Okay."
Hermione silently marveled at the little speech she had just delivered. Much of it had been said to her by Angelina just a year ago.
"I'll tell Harry to come up here and check on you later. I'll probably be too off my head to do it."
She squeezed her hand one last time and winked. "Try not to rub yourself raw."
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Harry took a deep breath, inhaling Lavender's scent on his lips and fingers. Merlin, he had missed this place. Fifteen minutes in, and he had already received an enthusiastic blowjob from a beautiful girl, and then gone down on her until she was moaning and yanking on his hair, thrusting her pussy into his face. Afterwards it was as if they had exchanged a simple greeting.
He sighed happily as he took in the scene. Hermione had returned from the alcove and was already on her back. She had lain down on a love seat and spread her legs, and within ten seconds Dane Murphy's face was between them.
He'd feared they would be late for the festivities, between their visit to the Headmaster and his mirror call to Sirius. But they had shown up just as the conversing was finished and the clothes were coming off. Perfect timing.
Arms wrapped around his naked torso and a hand caressed his softening cock.
"Looks like Lavender beat me to the punch," Parvati said with a giggle.
"I've still got plenty of punch left in me."
"Good. Did you miss me this summer?"
"You know it," he said, smiling as she kissed his shoulder and tugged on his cock, trying to get it hard again.
"I missed getting filled with this big thing."
He turned around. "And I missed filling you with it. Wanna go for a ride?"
She pulled him into a lusty kiss and stroked him till he grew hard. "Always."
Parvati led him to a seat and pushed him into it, then straddled him with her hips. She had grown more brazen as last year wore on, and now rarely wanted the privacy of a bed. She held his cock upright and rubbed its tip against her clit and lips until it was shining with her arousal.
"I'm so bloody horny. You have no idea."
He smiled and kissed one of her dark nipples until it was long and hard. "I'm right there with you."
"I hope so, because I'm about to fuck your brains out. Do you like my little bush? I grew it out this summer."
Harry looked down and ran his fingers through it. In the dim light he hadn't noticed. She had left it neatly trimmed on the sides, but in the center was a mass of soft black hair, thick and straight, at least an inch long. He pulled on it and she giggled.
"I love it."
She teased her clit with his tip one last time and then slid him home. Both groaned as he slid through her soft depths—she at being so deliciously filled, and he at the incredible wet warmth that squeezed him.
"God, you're so tight," he said, reveling in the sensation.
"Fuck," she whispered, and wriggled him around inside her. "I feel like I'm about to cum already."
"I'll be disappointed if you don't finish twice before I do."
"I'll hold you to that."
She began rolling her hips, pressing his cock deep inside her as her clit brushed against him. He squeezed her ass and pulled her forward.
"That feels so good," she murmured, and kissed him.
As their tongues played together, her little thrusts grew more vigorous. He pulled her up and dropped her on his length until she was riding him properly. One hand squeezed a thick ass cheek while the other reached behind to tease her asshole. He loved the way it flexed with every caress.
It took less than two minutes for their pace to grow frantic. She ended their kiss and pulled away.
Parvati closed her eyes and bit her lip. She writhed her hips and winced in pleasure as she came hard on his cock. Harry tried to relax, but she was squeezing him so wonderfully that he could barely stand it. Even if he could mostly control his orgasms now, it was easy to be overwhelmed when a girl went wild on him.
She lay her head on his shoulder as she recovered, but didn't stop sliding his cock around inside her. "One down, one to go," he whispered in her ear.
She smirked and raised herself up to look at him. Her eyes went to his forehead and she brushed away his fringe.
"Hey! Your scar looks different."
He smiled. Since it had healed, his scar was no longer an angry red. It had faded to the color of his forehead, and was much less noticeable. Harry was pleased with it every time he looked in the mirror.
"I had a good summer," he said.
She shrugged off his strange answer and pulled him into another kiss. "I hope you're ready to have a good fall."
"Like you wouldn't believe."
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Hermione bit down on a cushion as McLaggen pounded her from behind with increasingly hard thrusts. Dear God, she had missed this. Eight boys had spilled their cum inside her in the last hour, and she wished there were eight more in line. There weren't enough cocks to go around. Everyone was releasing months of pent-up sexual frustration, and the entire Pride was roaring in a frenzy. Thank Merlin for lust potion, or the boys could never have hoped to keep up.
She had decided not to be dosed with it. Her body provided its own lust potion, and she would be in heat for hours if she enhanced it with magic. That pleasure would be reserved for her upcoming birthday, when she could command every cock in the room for hours.
Harry had just fucked her until she was whimpering, and she could feel his release dripping out of her every time McLaggen penetrated her. Her body was rolling on a wave of receding pleasure, and she couldn't wait until the next one swamped her.
McLaggen growled as he approached orgasm and pulled roughly on her hair. She reached between her legs and rubbed fiercely, hoping to cum again just as he exploded within her. Timing things perfectly always resulted in ecstasy.
That lovely feeling behind her mound approached like a longed-for sneeze. She panted as it arrived, and her body shook with her sixth orgasm of the night. She threw herself back against his cock, willing it to burst. Just at the moment she expected his release, he pulled out. Thick stripes of cum coated her asshole and rolled down her swollen lips, glazing her pussy.
Hermione cried out in frustration. He had denied her! She almost turned around to yell at him, but McLaggen didn't know about her particular needs. She growled as he wiped his cock on her asshole, spreading his cum everywhere.
"You are so fucking hot, Granger," he said, and smacked her ass affectionately.
"Thank you," she answered, resisting the urge to take points from him. It would be hard to explain that one to McGonagall.
Fate was merciful and Julian Martigan stepped up to take his friend's place. He squeezed her ass cheeks firmly, admiring their curves, then leaned forward to fondle her breasts from behind.
"I haven't had you in ages, love," he whispered, rubbing his nose along her back and clearly under the influence of lust potion.
"Cum inside me," she said, not bothering to disguise her lust. "I want every drop."
He chuckled and pulled back, spreading her soaked lips with his thumb. "Looks like you've already had a few drops."
"I want more."
"Well, I do like to help out my fellow prefects," he said, rubbing his cock across her clit. She shivered. Her belly was aching with desire now, and there was only one way to satisfy it.
"I don't need to cum. Just fuck me hard and fill me with yours," she begged.
"Merlin, I love hearing you talk like that, you little tart. Take it then."
He pushed inside her in one swift motion, parting her walls with such delightful force that she gasped. She closed her eyes, happy to be full again. Martigan wasted no time, pulling her hips to him as he pounded her as fast as he could. Her body shook and she held on tight to the couch. It was almost painful, but she was so wet and so desperate that she encouraged him to go faster.
"Fuck me, Martigan! Come on!"
He slammed his cock into her depths, harder and faster, and she exulted in the smack of his hips against her ass. She just let him use her, hoping he wouldn't last forever. Her body was a conduit for pleasure tonight, and it demanded more. Finally, he began panting and she knew he was close.
"Here you go!"
He burst inside her over and over and she moaned as that wave of pleasure overpowered her. She felt every warm rope soak her walls. Her head swam in ecstasy.
"Thank you," she murmured into the couch, hoping someone was waiting to take his place.
"Anytime, love," he said, and kissed her on the shoulder before he walked away.
There was no one waiting behind him. Other girls were desperate to have their needs met too. She looked around, hoping to find someone available. Dean stood nearby, chatting with a sweaty Angelina, cum dripping from his huge cock.
"Dean! Come here!"
He leaned down to look in her face. "I'm here. Whatcha need, Hermione?"
"What do you think I need?"
He laughed. "I just finished with Angie."
"I don't care. Put that monster in me until it gets hard again. It's not like it will fall out."
He smirked and pecked her on the lips. "I love it when you talk dirty. Baby girl is gagging for her daddy's cock, isn't she?"
"Baby girl is horny."
He walked around to the other side of the seat and rubbed his huge purple crown along her wet cleft. Even when he was soft, he was bigger than all but a couple boys in the room.
"Damn, you are soaked."
"I want to be overflowing."
Dean held onto his cock with both hands, trying to firm it up, and split her gooey lips with his head. He pushed in slowly, sliding himself forward until he was mostly buried inside her. He began thrusting gently, hoping to get hard again soon.
He moved within her for a few minutes, whispering filthy encouragement.
"Daddy's gonna give it to you as soon as he can," he said, her tight walls massaging him and slowly returning him to arousal.
"Please, daddy. I need it."
She could feel him grow inside her. His cock thickened and lengthened until he stretched her in every direction. At last, he was fully hard. Her body had grown used to him over the past year, and though he was still a bit too big for her, right now it didn't matter.
"Give it to me. Just go slow."
Dean began thrusting into her tenderly. Every nerve in her pussy came alive as his girth stretched her to her limits.
"Daddy aims to please his baby girl," he said, and smacked her ass.
She smiled as his pace picked up and the ache of desire in her belly blossomed again. Soon it would be sated. Only the Pride could do that for her. It was good to be home.
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Harry kissed Alicia's clit as he pulled away from her. It was still swollen with arousal. His cum dripped slowly out of her bare, pink lips, and he loved the sight of it.
"How was that?"
"Lovely," she said with a huge smile. "Thank you."
"We should do that more often."
"Yes, we should. You only have to ask."
He hadn't been with Alicia more than a handful of times. Last year she had rarely gone crazy in the big celebrations, at least in front of everyone, and seemed to prefer the twins or other girls to anyone else. She was less brazen than the others, preferring to be taken to a bed and ravished in private when she wasn't using lust potion. This year he planned to seek her out more frequently.
"I need to go check on someone," he said. "Enjoy the rest of your night."
"You too."
He exited their bed and looked around. The party was still raging. Not a single person had left. Half the Pride appeared to have dosed themselves with lust potion, and it showed. It was a madhouse.
Jo Hampson was riding Martigan feverishly on the floor and molesting his face with her tongue. The new girl, Pippa Pemberton, was on her back on a couch, initiating herself with the same zeal that Hermione had displayed last year. George was sliding his cock in and out of her as she moaned loud enough to be heard in the dorms. Her legs were spread very wide, held aloft by her own strength in a show of impressive flexibility.
The new guy, Owen, stood next to her, panting as she vigorously tugged on his cock. He groaned, and just before he came, she turned her head and milked him onto her face. He spurted onto her nose and lips and chin until the mess ran down her neck. She looked up at him and laughed gleefully as George shook her body with his thrusts.
Pippa would no doubt become popular. She was welcoming all comers. He hadn't been able to enjoy her favors tonight, but there would be all the time in the world later. Right now, he needed to check on another new member.
He walked through the sea of bodies, stopping once again to watch an uncommon coupling. Or tripling, rather. Angelina was laid out on the floor, face down and moaning as Fred covered her with his body and thrust deep into her pussy. Behind Fred was Lee, who was also wrapped around his friend's body and slowly fucking him with long, slow strokes.
All of them were clearly using lust potion. Their faces were contorted in ecstasy. He watched as Lee withdrew his shining cock from Fred's ass and then thrust back in almost lovingly. The pile of writhing, moaning flesh moved in unison, pushing and pulling as each found what they sought.
Harry shook his head in wonder and walked up the stairs, wondering if Ginny was still watching. Would she be hiding under his cloak? Or would she have fled in horror long ago? He hadn't seen her enter the main room, so he didn't know what to expect.
The alcove looked empty.
"Ginny?" he called out hesitantly.
There was a rustling sound, and his cloak fell away from her. She was standing nude at the balcony, watching the lust-filled frenzy below her. He could see the hardness of her nipples even in the dim light. He drew closer and saw that she was breathing heavily. Her eyes were wild, and so was her hair.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Merlin," was all she said.
"Have you been here watching the whole time?"
"Merlin."
He tried not to laugh. "Nope, my name's Harry. Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I—I went down there once. Under your cloak. I was right next to you when you were with Hermione."
"Oh."
Ginny said nothing more. She just looked at him with some mix of disbelief and awe.
"Things are a little out of hand tonight," he said carefully. "Everyone's cutting loose after the summer. It's not usually this crazy. People are on lust potion, and that only happens several times a year."
She nodded, her eyes raking over his nude body. They lingered at his abs and stopped at his soft, hanging cock.
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
"I don't think I'm ready for all that."
"That's fine. You don't have to be."
"Didn't stop me from rubbing myself raw," she admitted with a blush. "Fucking Merlin. I can't believe my eyes."
He laughed. "Well, you didn't run screaming at least."
"No, but I saw things I never even imagined. Harry, my brother is getting fucked in the ass by his best friend, and he loves it. For fuck's sake."
"Does that bother you?"
"No. I just—have you done that too?"
"Not with a guy. But with a girl—yeah."
"Well, consider my mind officially blown."
"Maybe it wasn't a good idea for you to watch tonight. We didn't want to scare you. Tonight is—"
"You're all insane, Harry. But I'm not scared. Come here."
He drew closer. She grabbed his hand and led it between her legs. He rested his palm on her fiery pubic hair and felt her swollen lips. She slid two of his fingers inside her, where she was hot and dripping wet with arousal. Her inner thighs were slick and shiny too, as if she had gushed all over herself several times.
"That's what I'm feeling."
He smiled and wriggled his fingers until she clamped down on them.
"I don't want to be in the middle of an orgy," she said, "but I do want you."
"Me?"
"Just you. Right now. I've cum more times tonight than I ever have in my life, and I want one more."
She removed his hand and pulled him to the bed. The curtains parted and they both fell onto it.
"Do to me what you just did to Alicia," she whispered in his ear.
"Are you sure?"
"Totally fucking positive, Harry Potter. I want you inside me so much I'm about to lose my mind."
"Then I won't deny you."
Ginny lay down on her back and spread her legs. Her lips and mound and ass cheeks glistened in the light. Even her pubic hair was soaked. He rubbed a finger along the wet fur between her legs and lowered his face, but she stopped him.
"You don't need to get me ready. Just put it in. I want to feel it. Right bloody now."
He smiled at her eagerness and got on his knees, trying to stroke himself to hardness. He had emptied himself so many times tonight that it wasn't an easy task. She reached forward to help, fondling and squeezing him until he grew hard in her hands. Their eyes met as she caressed him.
"I can't believe this is about to happen," she said.
"I can't either. Last year I might have had a stroke if you told me."
"Don't worry, I'm not going to want dates in Hogsmeade."
"Good. Not that we'd have a bad time, but you know…" he said, gesturing behind him.
She snorted. "Yeah, I know. Put it in."
Harry rubbed the tip of his cock along her slick lips and clit. Both were swollen in anticipation. She watched his face. Her breath came quicker as he teased her.
When his crown was soaked, he pushed in slowly. She was so wet and ready that he met little resistance. It wasn't until he pushed halfway in that he felt her tightness truly envelop him. Ginny moaned as her soft, delicate flesh parted around the hard intruder.
"Fuck," she whimpered. "That's a big dick."
He smiled at her vulgarity, thankful that she didn't want something overly romantic. He was too tired to whisper terms of endearment in her ear. Plus, the embers of her crush still lingered, and he didn't want to fan them into flames. Being her Pridemate would hopefully be enough to satisfy her.
She settled her hands on his waist and looked into his eyes as he began moving gently within her.
"I'll go slow," he said. "Is this good?"
"It's great. You can go faster."
He laughed. Ginny was such an odd mixture of shyness and brashness that it was difficult to predict her behavior. He picked up his pace and paid attention to how her body responded to each little thrust. Her eyes fluttered and closed. Soon she was murmuring in approval beneath him, squeezing him every time he slid through her flesh. He could feel her walls adjusting to his dimensions, growing supple in ways they'd never needed to before now. It felt so good, he could barely resist the urge to fuck her roughly.
"Kiss me, Harry."
He leaned in to oblige her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lustily, trying to fuck his tongue with hers. She panted into his mouth with every new penetration. He felt no urge to cum. All that mattered was her pleasure right now. He ground his pelvis into hers, mashing it against her clit until she was so enflamed with desire that he would never have guessed her to be a virgin.
Each lost themselves in the sloppy kiss. She began grinding her hips against his. Their slow fucking became more desperate and vigorous. Finally, she broke their kiss and grabbed his ass to pull him deeper.
"Fuck," she whimpered, her breasts heaving against him. "Oh fuck, don't stop."
Harry thrust into her harder. She almost hyperventilated as her pussy spasmed around him. The look on her face was enough to undo him. He pulled on that feeling deep in his abdomen, and then burst inside her, coating her walls with a dozen thick stripes of cum.
She cried out and squirted around his cock, soaking him and the bed with her release, but each was too overcome with bliss to pay it any mind.
They lay against each other afterwards, recovering in silence.
"Thank you," she said, still sounding dazed.
"Merlin, Ginny, I'm pretty sure I should be thanking you. Did you enjoy it?"
"I loved it. And I want to do it again, but not right now. I'm going to be so sore tomorrow. My clit is angry."
He kissed her on the cheek and smiled. "That's what you get for standing right next to me and rubbing yourself. Did you cum watching us?"
"Twice. I almost ripped off the cloak to shove your fingers in me."
He laughed. If tonight was any indication, it was going to be one hell of a year in the Pride. When the shock wore off, he suspected Ginny would become a very active member.
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Author's Note: And we're back to Hogwarts. Things are going to get a bit kinkier this year, especially with Polyjuice tossed into the mix. There won't be any dark BDSM stuff, even if there will be a bit of playful dom/sub. I want to keep the Pride light-hearted and fun, even when the world outside gets dark.
Next chapter, the Pride gets another new member, Hermione gets a letter, and she and Harry have an eventful first patrol as prefects.
