The Lust of Gryffindors
Chapter 33: A Birthday to Remember
The next week returned to a welcome routine. Classes during the day, then quidditch practice in the afternoons, followed by an evening tryst with someone in the Pride.
Their Sunday training session with Tonks went well. She was teaching them to use levitation and banishing as defensive strategies, and planned to incorporate some muggle self-defense in case they lost their wands. She was already impressed with Harry's offensive power, and wanted him to focus more on fine-tuning his technique rather than expanding his arsenal.
He was still digesting his gender swap experience with Hermione. It had been an enlightening evening, but she was more enthusiastic about the results than he. He much preferred using his new knowledge to better please girls with his own body. She wanted to perform their experiment again, but only after she enjoyed some quality time in his body by herself.
Harry had rolled his eyes and given her several hairs and more Polyjuice. No doubt she was masturbating in his body at every opportunity, or 'learning how to control a boy's arousal,' as she put it. It came as no surprise that she was serious about publishing a study of her experiences.
Hermione was only mildly disappointed to learn that he hadn't felt the same overwhelming wave of pleasure when she came inside him. Given what she'd learned from Beatriz Azevedo, she had already suspected that it was something specific to her body or magic.
She was far more disappointed by Fay Dunbar's response to the Pride. Fay had signed the contract and listened to her explanation, but hadn't returned after her brief visit to the alcove. She'd seemed both enraptured and repulsed by what they watched.
An awkward conversation had ensued, with Fay deciding that the Pride didn't seem like a good fit for her. She simply couldn't imagine walking around nude in a room full of her classmates, let alone fucking them in public.
The response made Hermione question her own judgment. Perhaps it had been a mistake to approach her. It wasn't so long ago that she would have been repulsed by the idea too. At least Fay hadn't freaked out. She vowed to continue their fledgling friendship, even if her roommate never set foot in the room again.
There was no point in sulking over the situation anyway. Not when her birthday celebration was approaching. She didn't intend to let anything spoil that night.
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Harry blinked several times at the mirror, trying to understand what his godfather was saying.
"Wait. Say that again. I can't possibly have heard you right."
"No, you did," Sirius answered smugly. "I'm going back to Switzerland to stay with Cosette, on my mind healer's orders."
"Why does your healer care about you getting laid? You're supposed to be recovering from Azkaban."
"It's not the shagging—it's her allure. He's got me working on occlumency shields. Building up resistance to a veela's allure is apparently a great way to strengthen your mind. And since my godson introduced me to a very accommodating veela, I'm going to spend the next month in Switzerland."
Harry shook his head in awe. "You have got to be the luckiest bastard alive."
"Hey, I've got some serious karma built up after Azkaban. I want to spend some of it."
"Don't forget you're supposed to be there for healing."
"Don't worry, Lily, Jr. Cosette knows all about it. She's actually going to meet with my healer so they can talk about how to help me. She'll be hiding all the alcohol too."
"But not her body, I'm assuming."
"Of course not! Not even a veela could resist this face. She wouldn't even let me pay for her help."
Harry smiled, glad to see Sirius so happy. Only he could stumble into veela therapy as a cure for dementor exposure.
"Are you sure you aren't going just to see Antoinette again?"
Sirius laughed. "Poodles have needs too, Harry. But no. If things go well, I won't accidentally shag any of Cosette's pets."
"Accidentally, my arse. When are you coming back?"
"Early November. I'll be able to see you in Hogsmeade soon after."
"Dumbledore won't let me go this year. Too much of a security risk."
"Well, damn. We'll figure something out. There's always the shack. Anything else happening there?"
"Nope. Being a prefect sucks. Quidditch is going fine. And Hermione is pretty damn enthusiastic about your Polyjuice potion."
"Oh, yeah? I knew there was a reason I liked that girl."
"At this rate she'll use it all up before we even think about introducing it to any secret clubs."
"Uh-oh. She turn you into a girl yet?"
"No comment."
Sirius smirked. "What, you don't like having a big, fat dick in your cunt?"
Harry flipped him off over the mirror. "Now I know what you were really doing with all that stuff."
"Maybe I'll buy her some more for Christmas. Gotta make sure my godson's needs are met."
"Fuck off. Her 17th birthday is in a couple days. She's planning a big celebration among a select group of friends."
"Shit, you should have told me! I didn't even know to buy her a gift."
"Just send her a gift certificate to Flourish and Blott's. I bought her some muggle books. An Illustrated History of Sex in three volumes. It wouldn't surprise me if she becomes the magical world's first sex therapist. I joked about it and she got this weird look in her eye."
"Oh, Merlin. That girl is special. Maybe I'll send her knickers with pictures of your face all over them."
"She'd wear them with pride."
"Now I'm definitely going to do it. I'll send you some with her face too. They'd still be knickers though."
"Good luck getting me to wear them. How's life with the Malfoys?"
Sirius rolled his eyes. "They leave their floor now when no one is around, but that kid is the biggest wanker I've ever met. He makes Snivellus seem downright charming."
"You'll get no argument from me. Tell him I said hello. That'll piss him off."
"Yeah, I'll pass on that. I don't need another tantrum. Moony threatened to quit tutoring him the other day."
"Try to convince Dumbledore to lock him up with the Dursleys. Only one person gets out alive. All of our problems would be solved in one fell swoop."
"If he gets any worse, I just might."
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Hermione stood in the alcove and looked down on the Pride. She couldn't contain her smile. It was full of people, and the atmosphere was festive. She had been approaching people personally, all week long, to ensure they would be ready to fuck her brains out. She had even used those exact words, just so they couldn't misunderstand the purpose of the party.
They had shown up en masse, even a few older Gryffindors who rarely attended. Leanne Turner was present with a Hufflepuff boy in tow. She vaguely remembered him from the Yule Ball last year. Cho was there as well, bringing with her a seventh-year Ravenclaw named Clive.
She had openly contemplated inviting both Viktor and Cedric, earning some laughter from Angelina. It was impossible to invite alumni, it turned out, even if they were Gryffindors. It was forbidden by their contracts, and by the wards on the door.
That didn't dampen her enthusiasm for what was about to happen. This was her night. Her 17th birthday. And she intended to own every cock in the room for hours.
Tonight would see her wildest, most debauched fantasy brought to life. She had been gang-banged before, of course, but this time she would be the sole center of attention. A whole room full of people would be there to watch an endless stream of boys worship her body. They would witness her getting fucked senseless in the most public and depraved of ways, and they would know she loved it. She wanted them to know. She wanted to hear their laughter and disbelief and admiration. Even their mockery. Maybe a few would understand that she was actually the one using the boys, not the other way around.
Her belly quivered and a little drop of arousal ran down her inner thigh.
Someone had brought in a cake, and people were eating and drinking and milling around. Everyone was already nude, waiting on her to appear. Angelina had told her to expect things to get wild. It would be the first special occasion of the year, and lust potion would be flowing. That was a good thing, because the boys were going to need unnatural stamina if they were going to keep up with her. She didn't care if an orgy broke out, so long as there was a constant flow of cocks ready to satisfy her.
Angelina walked up the stairs to join her. "You ready, birthday girl?" she asked with a wicked smile.
"Hell yes."
"You are such an unbelievable slut. I'm so proud of you."
"Thank you."
"Get naked and I'll lead you downstairs. Cho brought her tail, just like you asked."
Hermione disrobed. Her knickers were soaked when she removed them. Angelina held her hand and took her down to the packed room.
"It's time to give the birthday girl what she wants, ladies and gents!" she yelled. "Let's show our Hermione how much we love her."
There was loud cheering and a few lewd retorts. Angelina led her toward a cushioned seat that had been transfigured just for the occasion. Fred and George stood on either side of it. It would allow her to recline, and was the perfect height for her to lay on her back while boys slid deep inside her. Someone had even transfigured stirrups to hold her legs in place. She shivered when she saw the restraints.
Jo Hampson placed a little tiara on her head as she passed. She hadn't asked for that, but it would help complete her fantasy nonetheless.
"You're going to want some murtlap and a break at some point tonight," Angelina said. "You can change positions whenever you want. Just say the word. Everybody's ready to fuck you silly."
Hermione nodded, speechless with anticipation.
"Well, then, hop on up and let's get this party started."
She climbed onto the seat and lay down, her heart racing. Katie Bell smiled down at her and wrapped a blindfold around her eyes.
"Spread your legs," Angelina commanded.
She did so, and the twins pulled her legs into the stirrups. They were soon restrained by silk ribbons. Someone hoisted her hips, exposing more of her ass, then a lubed finger caressed her asshole. She flinched and tried to relax as a thin, oblong dildo was pressed inside it. She could feel Cho's long, soft tail trailing to the ground, brushing against the edge of her ass cheeks. Her arms remained free, as she wanted to be able to touch the hard cocks that were presented to her face.
"One final touch," Angelina whispered in her ear.
Hermione felt something brush against her belly and realized she was writing on her. "What does it say?"
"You'll find out later. You ready?"
"God, yes."
"Open your mouth, sweetheart, and happy birthday."
She smiled as an absurdly strong dose of lust potion was dabbed on her tongue. Immediately her body suffused with heat. A deluge of unnatural desire overwhelmed her senses. She needed a hard cock deep inside her—a finger on her clit—hands on her ass—a cock in her mouth—a tongue on her nipples—strong hands pulling her hair—all of it, and right fucking now.
Her back arched and she cried out in need. "Please!"
Angelina murmured an incantation and the tail came to life inside her ass, prodding and teasing her as if it were the world's most seductive tongue.
"Oh, God," she whimpered. "Please. Please, somebody fuck me."
"That's your cue, Harry. Give the girl what she needs."
She felt him lean down and kiss her tenderly on the cheek. His hands caressed her breasts and she moaned. He rubbed his cock along her wet folds in preparation, and the wait for his entry was an exquisite torture.
"Harry, please," she pleaded. "Put it in."
"As my lady commands."
He slid inside her slowly, stretching her, and she sighed in relief. His thrusts were deep and slow at first, a delicious torment. His thumb brushed her clit and she drew in a sharp breath. An orgasm was approaching already. He sensed it, and caressed her clit lovingly until it swelled against his finger.
Hermione's mouth fell open in a silent cry of ecstasy. Her whole body flexed as her first orgasm of the night flooded her with pleasure that was almost too much to bear. Harry's teasing thrusts continued as she soaked his cock. The tension finally released and she sagged against her seat.
She sighed in bliss as someone placed their hard cock against her nose. She reached for it and pulled it into her mouth, delighting in the soft flesh of its swollen crown. A girl's hands began kneading her breasts, and then a pair of soft lips suckled one of her nipples until it grew achingly hard.
This was going to be a perfect night.
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Harry stood next to Dean as Angelina led Hermione down the stairs. Her legs trembled, and she looked as if she might faint from sheer exhilaration. Everyone was nude and chatting, but all eyes turned to her when she entered.
"This is going to be something else," Harry said. "She's going to lose her mind tonight."
"Yep," Dean agreed. "I think that's why she wanted a memento."
He had his sketch book in hand. Hermione had asked him to draw a few pictures of her tonight, particularly with the tail between her legs and her pussy dripping with cum. Angelina didn't have a problem with it, as long as Dean didn't depict any other faces. His skills had become known throughout the Pride, and he had already done private sittings with a few of the braver girls.
Harry smiled. "I think I'll want a copy of that too. Are you going to use color for it later?"
"Maybe. Depends on what she wants. I'm still figuring out how to use magical color. It's complicated to make it move with the rest of the lines."
"I bet. Are you taking lessons from someone?"
"Nah, just some muggle courses over the summer and some books from the library. I don't think there are any magical courses. You have to get an apprenticeship with another artist after Hogwarts."
"Let me know if there's anything I can do, mate. I've got a rich godfather, and he can probably pull some strings if you need it."
"Thanks, Harry. I'll keep it in mind."
Hermione was on her back now, her legs restrained and spread-eagled, exposing her wet pussy to the room. Angelina whispered in her ear. Dean pulled out a charcoal pencil and began sketching.
Harry got hard just watching her in that position. He would be consuming some lust potion later to keep up with her. All of the boys would. Angelina pulled out a magic marker and wrote something on her stomach. She pulled away with a big grin on her face.
'PROUD SLUT' was written in big black letters under her breasts. 'USE ME' was written just above the mound of her pussy.
"Oh, that's a nice touch," Dean said with a laugh.
"She'll love it. Make sure you get that in the picture. She'll probably have it framed."
Angelina dabbed some lust potion on her tongue and Hermione arched her back and shivered violently. "Please!"
Cho's tail activated, and her begging only grew more desperate.
"That's your cue, Harry," Angelina said. "Give the girl what she needs."
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Harry's head swam as Molly Beckwith's enormous breasts nearly suffocated him. She was riding him feverishly, leaning forward to plunge his face into the soft cushion of her chest. Lust potion was flowing through both their veins, and Molly was beside herself as she drove his cock deep inside her. She had alternately begged him to suck on her nipples or mashed his face into her cleavage as they fucked.
The bed was shaking as she used all her weight to impale herself on his cock. She pulled back with a moan and ground her hips against him, leaving her pendulous breasts dangling in front of his nose.
"Oh, Merlin," she panted. "Suck them, Harry. Suck them."
Harry grabbed her breasts with both hands, though he would have been unable to encompass them even with an extra pair. He squeezed them with all his might and brought one of her huge pink nipples to his mouth. Molly whimpered as he suckled it and twisted it roughly. More than any other girl in the Pride, she loved to have her breasts manhandled.
"Oh, fuck."
He massaged and kneaded them as her pussy spasmed around his cock, and she suddenly pulled him forward by the back of his head, burying his face in her bosom again. She held him there and shuddered until she was sated.
"Did you cum?" she asked, her face flushed.
"No."
"Do it on my tits and lick it off."
She was on her knees a moment later, slurping on his cock as if she desperately needed his cum. Her tugging made short work of him, and he pushed her head away lest he shoot in her mouth.
Molly held up her breasts with both hands as he winced in pleasure and painted them with burst after burst of warm cum. Thick stripes crisscrossed everywhere, and she presented them proudly for his admiration.
"Will you?" she almost begged, and he obliged her.
Lapping up his own cum was distasteful at the best of times, but the only thing that mattered right now was pleasing his partner. He dutifully licked and cleaned her breasts with his tongue, pausing at each nipple to tease them until she seemed like she might cum again. When they were clean, she smiled gleefully and pulled him into a kiss.
"Thank you, Harry," she said with a dimpled smile, then leapt from the bed with the spriteliness of a much smaller girl, in search of another victim.
"Merlin," he murmured, only now able to catch his breath.
The night had already turned into a lust-fueled orgy. Jo Hampson had jumped him the moment he stepped away from Hermione. She had demanded to be taken in the ass, and he had pulled her thick mane of hair and fucked her so hard that she wailed. Alicia had demanded his tongue shortly thereafter. He forgot who he had been with after that, but she had been voracious.
When the girls consumed lust potion, it drove home the fact that they were the ones in charge of the place.
He glanced at the nearest bed and discovered Neville fucking Parvati from behind. They were both facing the room, and the expression on Neville's face almost made him laugh. He looked like a deer in headlights, torn between watching what he was doing to the moaning girl beneath him, and surveying the debauchery that pervaded the room. It was the first truly crazy night of the year, and Harry was proud of him for showing up. If anything could take his mind off Barty Crouch, Jr., it was the Pride.
Parvati whimpered and that drew Neville's attention back to her. Harry couldn't tell if he had consumed any lust potion, but she certainly had. She grimaced in ecstasy and cried out as she came, and Neville followed her soon after. Afterwards, he rested his hands on the dark skin of her ass as if he couldn't believe they were there. He blushed when he noticed Harry's attention, but shot him the biggest smile he had ever seen. Harry laughed and gave him a thumbs-up.
He got up to see how Hermione was doing, and discovered a line of both boys and girls waiting to please her. They were pleasing each other in the meantime. It didn't seem like she would need his attention for quite some time, especially since Cho was giggling and playing with her nipples while Martigan rubbed his cock across her face.
A finger poked him in the side and he discovered a sweaty Katie Bell glowering at him. "You!"
"Me?"
"Twice, Harry Potter. Twice in a freaking month! Do I have to march into the quidditch showers for some time with you?"
"Er, sorry, Katiebugg. We've just been coming to the Pride at different times, I think."
Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen Katie much outside the quidditch pitch. So many other things had been demanding his attention that he had forgotten to seek out one of his favorite people, the girl who had introduced him to the Pride.
"We're scheduling a time of our own from now on. Tuesday nights are Katie nights. So are Thursdays after quidditch. And any other time it strikes my fancy."
He smiled. "Sounds good to me. I'm sorry for neglecting you. How can I make it up to you?"
Her grin indicated that she wasn't truly mad at him. "Quenching my burning loins ought to do it."
"Then let's quench them."
She went to her back right there on the floor, pulling him on top of her. Immediately their kiss became lusty, and she reached between his legs to fondle his half-hard cock. Katie had him ready to go in less than a minute. Thank Merlin for lust potion, he thought, or nights like this one would be impossible.
"Put that big thing in me," she whispered, then resumed the kiss.
He slid inside her, savoring the sensation of parting her warm, wet walls. It was so much more intense when under the influence. Part of him wanted to fuck her like an animal; another wanted to fuck her so slowly that it never ended. He began with gentle thrusts, in love with the way she exhaled each time he filled her. She lifted her legs and he pushed them back to support her weight. A moan escaped her when he buried himself to the hilt.
"Oh, that's I what need. Some good Harry cock."
He did his best to please her, their movements gentle compared to the frenzy happening around them. She pulled him closer, so she could feel his body sliding against her, and he longed to play with the hard nipples that pressed into his chest. He pushed her legs back further and dropped his weight on her, and she groaned in satisfaction. Each long thrust mashed her clit against his pelvis.
"That's the stuff," Katie moaned, her breathing becoming heavy.
Harry couldn't take the slow pace any longer. She was squeezing him so tightly with her pussy that he couldn't resist pounding her. He slammed his hips into hers, shaking her ass with his force.
"Oh, fuck."
Her arms wrapped around his back. He plunged his length inside her, over and over, until she could barely breathe. At last, she trembled beneath him and went rigid. Her pussy gripped his cock in ecstatic contractions. He pounded her through her release until her whimpers overwhelmed him, then filled her with what felt like a small river of cum.
Katie sighed and loosened her hold on him. "Just what I needed. You owe me about ten more."
Harry pecked her on the lips. "I can't wait to give them to you."
"Not right now, you won't. I've got next," said a cheerful voice, and arms wrapped around his torso from behind. Pippa Pemberton clambered onto his back, almost causing him to collapse on top of Katie. She squeezed his ribs and rubbed her hands along his chest while her cheek nuzzled his back like a cat.
"Mmm," she murmured. "This potion feels so good. I've never been so horny."
Katie giggled. "Having fun, Pippi?"
"I still don't understand why that's funny," she said, licking Harry's shoulder blade and biting it playfully.
"I'll never tell. Get off before Harry crushes me."
"Only if you're done hogging The-Boy-Who-Lived, you slutty bint. I want to get slammed against the wall."
Harry laughed. Even when she was being demanding, Pippa sounded like a Hufflepuff in Gryffindor clothing. He pushed himself off the floor, forcing her to stand up.
"Against the wall? How does that work?"
She smiled brightly, bent over, and did a sudden hand stand. Her legs spread in a perfect split, exposing her wet pussy for his inspection. He gaped at it, having forgotten about her gymnastics background.
"Holy shit."
Pippa righted herself in one fluid motion and grabbed his hand. "Over here."
She led him to the closest wall. Katie got up and followed them. Pippa leaned against it and lifted her leg high in the air, parallel to the wall. She supported it with a single hand on her calf, and looked at Harry with hooded eyes.
"Come and get it."
Katie laughed. "Whore. Can't resist showing off. Go get her, Harry. I'll get you ready again."
Harry fell to his knees in front of Pippa while Katie played with his soft cock. He had never seen a girl display her pussy so wantonly. Her bare, puffy lips were spread wide open, revealing the soft pink flesh within. She was soaking wet, and her inner thigh was slick with her own arousal. He eagerly buried his face between her legs. Something about the way she was exposing herself made him want to ravish her like a wild beast. She shivered at the caress of his tongue.
He slurped on her pussy, sucking on her lips and shoving his tongue into her depths. She smiled down at him as Katie quickly prepared him for more. Harry inhaled deeply of her musky scent and nuzzled her clit. Pippa coated his nose with her arousal, and he could hardly wait to bury himself inside her.
Katie tugged on him until his cock grew thick in her hand. "Fuck her hard," she whispered in his ear. "I want to hear her whimper."
He stood and pressed his body against Pippa's, desperate to take command of her body in this obscene pose. She rested the weight of her leg on his shoulder. She was spread and ready, but he was too tall and the angle was all wrong. Bending his knees so he could rise from beneath her, he fumbled awkwardly for a moment before Katie grabbed his cock and guided him home.
Harry groaned as he slipped inside her. She was so unbelievably tight in this position. He pushed her aggressively against the wall, almost lifting her off the ground, and buried his cock in her wet warmth.
"Oh, Merlin, yes," she said with a pleased hiss.
He began thrusting into her hard, pinning her and supporting her weight at the same time. She pushed back, driving herself down on him as he pushed up, her leg sandwiched between them. The position was awkward but primal. It felt like he was dominating a smaller animal.
Harry drove into her in a frenzy until both were panting. She turned her head and sought out his tongue, and they kissed messily around his thrusts. He was so consumed with lust that her pleasure was an afterthought. She was so tight and wet, and her tongue so warm, that he felt another orgasm welling already.
His pace picked up, and Pippa moaned and broke their kiss. Her head lolled against the wall as his thrusts slammed her into it. Each one produced a grimace and a curse. Katie laughed and began rubbing her friend's clit.
He could no longer endure the pace. Harry grunted and his body shook as he filled her with thick ropes that slid down his still-thrusting cock.
"Oh, fuck, that feels good," she whimpered.
His head swam as he finished. He left his cock buried inside her, still pressing her into the wall as Katie rubbed her clit faster and faster. Pippa gasped for air against his weight, bravely holding on for another thirty seconds until Katie's fingers overwhelmed her. She panted through a powerful orgasm, and Harry felt every contraction grip his softening cock.
He let her down, shocked at the ferocity of their coupling, and her leg slowly lowered to the ground. She groaned and went to her knees to recover. Katie pushed him to the floor, forcing him onto his back.
"My turn again," she said with an evil grin.
Harry was still dazed as she straddled his face, squeezing him tight with her thighs. She brought her pussy to his nose and lowered her weight.
"You girls are going to kill me," he said, struggling to breathe as she began writhing atop him.
She laughed as he dutifully nuzzled her clit and tongued her soaked lips. "Only if you're lucky. Get him hard again, Pippi, but don't ride him. That cock is all mine."
A hand squeezed his aching balls a moment later, and soft lips engulfed his cock. Harry couldn't decide whether he was groaning in pleasure or pain.
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"You dirty bookworm, I love it," Lavender giggled.
Her leg was thrown over Hermione's face, and her glistening pussy was suspended an inch above her lips. Every so often she would lower it to be licked, though she was competing for attention with Neville's cock. He was standing next to Hermione and holding it to her face. She slurped wetly on his crown when she wasn't pausing to breathe.
"Your face is covered in cum, you whore," Lavender said fondly. "It's under your blindfold too, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Hermione said, barely able to focus on her words when there was a hard cock filling her.
Whoever was fucking her was taking his time, parting her walls gently while he rubbed her clit with his entire palm. He pressed it into her lips so firmly that it felt like she might cum from every caress. Or like her last orgasm had never fully ended.
Lavender lowered herself again, pressing her clit into Hermione's nose, and she obediently licked her folds.
"That's it, Hermy. Make me cum. Then Neville's gonna burst in your mouth."
Hermione was too lost to chide her for using the hated nickname. She was focused only on suckling the swollen clit in her mouth, and on squeezing the hard cock in her cunt. Any second now it would erupt, flooding her with bliss.
The night was everything she had dreamed it would be. She had no idea how long she'd been going, but she never wanted it to end. So many cocks, each giving her the satisfaction she craved. So many eyes watching her. So many voices, teasing and mocking and praising her. Even the girls were focused on her pleasure—kissing her or massaging her breasts or teasing her abused clit. Many of them whispered in her ear, thrilling her with tales of the spectacle she was making of herself. She couldn't wait to see Dean's drawings.
With so much lust potion flowing through her veins, something deep behind her mound still ached with a desperate need. Someone had dabbed the potion on her clit too, which only added fuel to the fire. Cho's tail teased her relentlessly, brushing up against the cocks that slid into her depths.
The boy who was fucking her groaned, and his cock began spurting deep within her. His palm mashed into her clit, and she cried out as wave after wave of ecstasy overwhelmed her. It crested and ebbed and crested again as her own shuddering orgasm tore through her. Her mind felt as if it had become unmoored from the world and now resided in some perverse but spiritual realm. Something in her belly released, and she had no idea whether she'd just squirted or peed all over the boy.
His cock pulled out and was soon replaced with another, this one monstrous and thick. It had to be Dean's. She gasped as it stretched her, filling her so thoroughly that a thick stream of cum poured out of her.
Lavender laughed. "You beautiful slut. I'm almost there."
She pulled Hermione's face into her wetness, then shuddered as she came, making an even bigger mess of her friend's face. Lavender released her, then leaned down to engulf her mouth in a sensual kiss. It was sticky and warm and wet, tasting of shameless debauchery, and she lost herself in it.
"Your turn, Nev. Be a good boy and fill up her mouth."
Hermione opened her mouth, and the waiting Neville placed his crown on her tongue. She wrapped her lips around it and bobbed her head, and he couldn't resist thrusting deeper. With Lavender's encouragement, he hesitantly grabbed her hair and pulled her face toward him. He was rewarded with a giggle and a moan, and so much suction he could barely stand it. Hermione reached for his balls and squeezed them, and a moment later he grunted and came.
His cum spurted against the roof of her mouth and dripped down her throat. It pooled thickly on her tongue until it spilled out and ran down her chin. Hermione didn't even try to swallow. She just smiled as he rubbed the last of his release on her lips.
"Thank you, Neville," she said deliriously.
"Er, you're welcome."
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Harry slipped up to the alcove. He wanted to get a view of the entire room, and to escape being molested again. All of the boys had been stretched to their limits tonight. He was absolutely exhausted, even with the dregs of the lust potion flowing through his veins. The party had been going on for hours. Some people had gone to the dorms, a few were passed out in beds below, but the majority remained, either for Hermione's pleasure or their own.
Hermione was still going strong. She had taken two breaks, both times receiving water and a quick insertion of murtlap to avoid any pain. She was bent over a cushioned table now. Someone had written 'SLUT' on her ass too. George was fucking her from behind, his hand wrapped around her thick hair and pulling it with every thrust. Owen Dibley waited in the wings, watching and stroking himself to arousal.
He marveled at her appearance. She was covered in cum. It shined on her face and ass and thighs and back, and every so often someone would add another layer. The dildo and its tail were long gone. The sensations had been too much for her to bear. He had checked on her twice, and each time found her happy and wanting to continue forever.
She looked out of her mind with pleasure. He didn't know whether to call it lust or ecstasy or madness. Her throat was raw, but she moaned with every penetration and cried out every time someone came inside her. Those in the room who weren't fucking others were watching her, impressed with the voracious spectacle of Hermione Granger in heat.
He had been with her three times tonight, and intended to go back once more before he went to bed. If it had been anyone but Hermione down there, he would have left long ago.
His eyes searched the rest of the room. The lust potion was still showing the last of its effects. Cho was shamelessly scissoring with Alicia Spinnet on the floor, both of their eyes closed in bliss. Lee was pounding Molly and squeezing her breasts roughly. They were bright red from the handling they had received tonight, but she didn't seem to mind. Jo Hampson was rutting with the Hufflepuff boy in one of the beds, making noises that could compete with Hermione.
Neville had already gone to bed, too overawed at the scene to participate in its wildest excesses. Ginny was gone too, but he had witnessed her indulge her lusts with at least three boys tonight, including him. She appeared to be making herself right at home in the Pride. He had also noticed that George was keeping an eye on her while she played with Dean's giant cock, whether out of brotherly concern or secret lust he couldn't say. She had certainly looked delectable with her breasts shining with cum.
Angelina sat in a chair next to Hermione, clearly exhausted. But she was staying up to look after her protégé. Harry decided it was time to check on them and finish for the evening.
He descended the stairs and strode toward Angelina. He squeezed her shoulder when he reached her, and she gave him a tired smile.
"She's off her fucking head," she said. "She won't be able to walk tomorrow."
"She won't regret a thing. Although it's a good thing she won't have to ride a broom any time soon."
He leaned toward Hermione's face. It was more flushed than he had ever seen it. Her black blindfold was dripping with cum, and the front of her hair was plastered to her forehead. A tiny drop of cum was suspended from her nose, threatening to fall. Owen Dibley was thrusting into her from behind, making her whole body shake.
"Hey, it's Harry. You doing okay?"
"Harry," she breathed. "How are you?"
He laughed. "That's what I'm asking you."
She smiled. "I think I hit my p-pleasure peak an hour ago, but it still feels good. I want to pass out though. Take off my blindfold."
He gently removed it and she squinted and then focused on him. Her pupils were dilated so fully that he could barely tell her eyes were brown. They just smiled at each other for a moment as Dibley continued burying himself inside her.
"Who's fucking me right now?"
"One of the new guys. Owen."
"Good. He deserves an initiation into my glorious pussy."
"Pretty sure he's been initiated a few times already. I've fucked you three times tonight, my dear."
She giggled as if she were drunk. "Fourth time's the charm."
"You want me to be your last?"
"Yes, get in line and fill me with your stuff, then I'm done."
He kissed her cum-soaked lips. "Happy Birthday, Hermione."
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Two nights later, Harry gritted his teeth as he walked beside Pansy Parkinson. It was his first patrol with her, and he was already hating it. She had bitched several times about having to suffer the company of Gryffindors, but he didn't rise to the bait. He had much better things to do than argue with a petulant Slytherin. Like stun her and stuff her in a closet for the next two hours.
Maybe then he could get some peace. It would be nice to sit down, pull out the map, and do some homework.
"Will you slow down, Potter?" she whined. "It's not like we have anywhere to go."
"We're walking at a snail's pace, Parkinson. Why don't you just sit down somewhere and go to sleep? We'll both be happier."
"You'll just report me to McGonagall."
He bit back an angry retort. "Let's make a deal, okay? I won't insult you if you don't insult me. Let's just have a nice quiet walk."
"Fine, but I'm not walking up any more stairs. There's no point to this bullshit."
"That's probably the one thing in this world we agree on. But it's only half past midnight. We need to patrol at least until the stragglers go to bed."
"Then let's go to the dungeons. There aren't any bloody stairs."
"I'm not going to sit outside your common room and wait on someone to attack me."
"Merlin, you're paranoid."
"You would be too if you were me."
"We'll stay close to Hufflepuff then. They're all too afraid to break rules."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Let's go."
They reached the end of the corridor and went down a flight of stairs to the third floor. For the next ten minutes they slowly traversed the halls, making their way to the Hufflepuff section of the dungeons. She was mercifully silent after he agreed to leave the upper floors. He wasn't particularly keen on hiking up stairs all night either.
The pair turned a corner and walked down a dimly lit corridor not far from the Hufflepuff common room. Pansy suddenly stopped walking, and he looked back at her.
"Did you hear that?" she asked.
"What?"
"I thought I heard someone crying."
He listened carefully. "I don't hear anything."
"I think it came from up ahead," she said, and began walking briskly. He fell in behind her.
They turned left at the next intersection. Thirty feet ahead there was a young girl huddled against the wall with her head between her knees, her body shaking. She wore Hufflepuff colors, but he couldn't tell who it was.
Harry jogged down the corridor, outpacing Parkinson. He stopped next to the girl and leaned down. She was so small that she had to be a first year.
"Are you alright?" he asked gently.
The little girl looked up at him, and he realized several things at once. She wasn't crying. She was sneering. There was a wand concealed beneath her sleeve, already pointed at him. And Pansy Parkinson was now looming directly behind him.
His instincts screamed at him to move. His wand slipped into his hand and he threw his body backwards, managing to cast a hasty shield. It intercepted a stunning spell from the little girl just as one from Parkinson flew by his ear.
He almost fell down, but kept his balance and swiveled, keeping his opponents in front of him. A series of bludgeoning and stunning curses battered his shield, but it held. Both attackers continually cast spells, giving him no chance to retaliate, but they weren't able to overcome his shield.
Harry pushed away his panic and assessed the situation. The little girl was definitely not a first year. First years didn't cast silently, or with such power. It had to be someone under Polyjuice. Parkinson was only casting stunners at him, but the little girl was becoming increasingly violent.
He noticed a tapestry hanging near Parkinson and came up with a plan. He dropped his shield and dodged her incoming stunner, then summoned the tapestry. It flew swiftly across the corridor and wrapped around her. The distraction was enough for him to slip in a stunner, and she collapsed to the ground.
A fierce cutting curse came from the now-furious Hufflepuff girl, and Harry swatted it out of the way.
"Fuck you, Potter!" she snarled, and unleashed a new barrage of spells. None of them were dark or truly lethal unless they connected with his head, but he was still unnerved to see such a little body cast such spells.
He deflected them easily and went on the offensive. The little girl cursed and raised a shield. It absorbed his first two bludgeoners before flickering and disappearing. His next spell connected hard with her ribs and sent her flying into the wall with a crack. She groaned but sent a cutting curse in his direction that might have taken off his head if it hadn't been so poorly aimed.
Harry was furious now too, and cast his most powerful bludgeoning curse at her legs. It connected, and she screamed in agony before catching a stunner to the face. She crumpled to the floor, her leg bent at an impossible angle.
Adrenaline still coursed through his veins, even though his attackers were down. There was total silence in the hallway. He cast a detection spell, wary of invisible enemies, and inspected his surroundings. Everything had happened so fast, it almost felt strange to be standing still.
He looked between the little girl and Parkinson, his fury rising. That had been a dangerous, unprovoked attack. He needed answers. Then he intended to see them both expelled.
After pocketing both their wands, he loomed over Parkinson's downed form, his wand pointed at her head.
"Rennervate."
Her eyes slowly fluttered open. They went wide when she saw the wand pointed between them, and the face of an enraged Harry Potter above her.
"Wake up, Parkinson. Why did you attack me?"
She glanced hurriedly around and saw the unconscious form of her companion. Her eyes grew even more panicked. "I—I didn't. You're going to be in big trouble for this."
"I'm not fucking around, you stupid bitch. Who is that over there?"
She tried to sneer but it was forced. "Some little Puff, it looks like. What did you do to her?"
Harry's patience snapped. He grabbed her by her Slytherin tie and yanked her forcefully off the ground. She gasped as she was hauled upright, but he didn't give her time to catch her bearings.
He slammed her hard against the wall. Her head connected with a crack, and she cried out in shock at the sudden violence. Harry pressed his wand into her neck and got directly in her face.
"Look at me. You feel this wand in your neck?"
She nodded, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe.
"I promise you, Parkinson, if you don't tell me the fucking truth right this instant, I will fucking remove your head from your shoulders, no matter the consequences. Do you understand?"
He had no intention of killing her, or even truly hurting her, but the words came spilling out anyway. She didn't answer right away, and he wrapped his other hand around her throat, threatening to squeeze.
"P-please don't hurt me," she stuttered, her body shaking. "I'll talk."
"Who is that under Polyjuice?"
"N-Nott."
"Why did you attack me?"
"I don't know! I didn't want to! He blackmailed me!"
"What was the plan? Were you going to kill me?"
Tears began streaming down her face. "No! Please, Potter! I was just supposed to lead you here and help him. He didn't tell me why."
Harry examined Pansy's panicked eyes. He removed his hand from her throat and slowly backed away from her, giving her room to breathe. His wand remained pointed at her head. For the moment, he would believe her. She seemed too terrified not to tell the truth. She was shaking so badly she could barely stand.
"Listen to me, Parkinson. I'm not the same Harry Potter your silly boyfriend used to pick fights with. If you ever raise your wand against me again, it will be the last time you ever do anything. Do you understand me?"
"Yes!" she pleaded. "I'm sorry! He made me do it!"
"Sorry doesn't cut it. With any luck you'll be expelled and I'll never have to lay eyes on you again."
He stunned her in the face and she collapsed to the ground. He looked at the downed Nott, who was still occupying the body of the Hufflepuff firstie, and stunned him again for good measure. The boy was going to be in a lot of pain when he woke up. His leg was badly broken, and maybe some ribs too. He had to resist the urge to break a few more.
"Dobby!"
Dobby popped into the hallway and took in the scene. "Yes, Harry Potter, sir?"
"Please wake up the Headmaster and tell him I was just attacked. I'm on my way to the infirmary with these assholes."
"Dobby will!"
He snapped his fingers and disappeared. Harry sighed and began the trek to the Hospital Wing, levitating both Slytherins behind him. He refused to be oppressed in his own school again this year. Dumbledore had better be ready to play hardball.
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Author's Note: I made Hermione's canon birthday a week later to fit the schedule. It doesn't affect anything. Hope you enjoyed her birthday party. Fay hasn't absented the story, but you can't expect everyone to immediately embrace the Pride.
Next chapter, there's fallout from the attack, Hermione has an interesting conversation with Tonks, and Harry gets to know Demelza Robins.