The Lust of Gryffindors

Chapter 34: Fallout, Both Pleasurable and Nott

Harry frowned as he listened to the Headmaster's story. They were seated in his office, the day after his fight with Parkinson and Nott.

"No offense, sir, but how can you be so sure? Did you give them veritaserum?"

"That is illegal, my boy, and there was no need. I have ways of ascertaining the truth. I'm certain the attack on you was not ordered by Voldemort. I had the same concern."

"Then why'd they do it?"

Dumbledore rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly. "With the absence of Draco Malfoy, there is a degree of chaos within Slytherin House. Mr. Nott conceived his plan to impress his classmates. He intended to humiliate you, encouraging the Slytherins to fall in line behind him."

"So it was just a stupid power play?"

"It seems so."

"But his father is a Death Eater. He might know all about Voldemort trying to come back. He didn't just pick me at random."

"You are correct. He chose you because you are the symbol of Gryffindor House. He is not aware of Voldemort's continued existence, but his father likely is. Young Theo was instructed to spy on you and learn your routine, for reasons he wasn't told, and to unify Slytherin behind him. He became frustrated at his inability to do so, and hatched a plan to attack you."

"How can you know all that, sir? Did he just admit to it?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "In a manner of speaking. Again, I have my ways."

"So what happens now?"

"Mr. Nott will lose 200 points for Slytherin and receive detention for the remainder of term. He will also lose his Hogsmeade privileges. Miss Parkinson will lose 100 points and receive one month of detention. She has lost her prefects' badge."

Harry gaped at him. "That's it?! I could have been killed! They should be expelled!"

"But you weren't harmed, my boy. And the attack wasn't intended to kill you."

"No, they were merely going to maim me."

"Harry—"

"No! This is the second task all over again! You care more about the bloody villains than you do me! What will it take for you to expel someone? A student dead in the halls? Or will that just earn a stern talking-to?"

Fawkes chirped and warbled a brief, soothing song. Harry was breathing hard in anger. He managed to calm himself, but his outrage didn't disappear. He had thought his relationship with the Headmaster was changing for the better. The old man had been delighted after the destruction of the horcrux in his scar. He had even brought him and Hermione into his confidence.

Now he seemed back to his old ways. Harry stared him down, and realized that Dumbledore was getting too old for this. He was stretched thin, and just looked tired.

"I must ask you to consider the problem from my perspective, Harry," he said softly. "I have a duty to all my students. Miss Parkinson had no idea that Mr. Nott intended to do you harm. She wasn't lying. And consider what would happen if I expelled young Theodore. His wand would be snapped. It is likely that he would be kept at home by his father, doomed to become a Death Eater before even sitting his OWLs."

Harry threw up his hands. "Well, how awful for him. We should just let him kill whoever he wants instead. The poor soul can't help himself. I'll just walk down to Slytherin and present myself for target practice!"

Dumbledore's eyes lost their twinkle. "Sarcasm is beneath you, Mr. Potter."

"It really isn't. What's to stop him from doing it again? What if he attacks one of my friends?"

"He will not attack you or your friends again. He will be carefully watched. His influence in Slytherin will dwindle when his punishment is revealed. So will Miss Parkinson's."

"They definitely won't be out for revenge after being humiliated. Do you not understand how these people think?"

"They both know they will be expelled and have their wands snapped if they put one more toe out of line."

"That'll convince them. Who gets Parkinson's prefect spot now? You should give it to the evilest Slytherin you can find and be done with it."

"No one in this school is evil, Mr. Potter, and I will thank you to keep a civil tongue. They are mere students, caught up in a game they are too young to understand. To answer your question, Millicent Bulstrode has already accepted the position."

Harry had to choke back his desire to shout at the man. The Headmaster was so old that Hogwarts students were like misbehaving toddlers to him, no matter what they did. When all this was over, he vowed to find a way to force him to retire. He may be powerful, but he was a relic.

"Why not Greengrass or Davis? They're actually decent human beings."

"Miss Greengrass was offered the position and refused it. Alas, Miss Davis is a half-blood, and would not be accepted by her peers as an authority."

"Professor, do you not understand how stupid that sounds? Slytherin isn't just the house of the ambitious and clever. It's also a dumping ground for bigots. Crabbe and Goyle are about as cunning as a garden gnome. The honest people there live in fear."

"It takes time to change a culture, Harry. You will understand how our world works much better when you're older."

"If I live that long, I might burn the fucking place to the ground. Slytherins live in the 17th century. How much longer will it take?"

"Language, young man. I understand your frustration, but I'm afraid this discussion is moot. My decision has been made."

Harry smiled brightly. "Well then, I think I'll go to quidditch practice. Thank you for enlightening me, sir. It's been a real pleasure."

He stood and strode out of Dumbledore's office without another word. He didn't care if his attitude was juvenile. They seemed to be making no progress on tracking Crouch and Voldemort, and now he was getting attacked by junior Death Eaters in Hogwarts itself. The Headmaster was handing out detentions in response. He longed to take matters into his own hands, as he was always forced to do, but he didn't know how.

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"I think that's enough for today," Tonks said. "You need to calm down, Harry. You're overpowering your spells, and I don't want my head taken off by one of them."

"Sorry," he muttered. "Just got a lot on my mind."

"No biggie. Just leave it outside the door. If you get angry in a fight, you stop thinking, and then you're dead."

"I'll be okay next time. Thanks, Tonks."

"I want you two to focus on transfiguration for next week. Pick small things at random, whenever you have a spare moment, and turn them into little animals that can attack and distract. That's important in a real fight. If you can force your opponent to focus on something else, you'll have an advantage."

Harry nodded and picked up his things. Hermione watched him with concern. He had been in an irritable mood for the last two days. She understood why, but didn't know how to help. He had even been avoiding the Pride.

"I'll see you in the common room," she said. "I want to talk to Tonks about something."

"Okay. I need to go shower."

He wrapped his invisibility cloak around himself and left. Tonks looked at her curiously. "What's on your mind?"

"Well—," Hermione began, but then paused, not certain how to address the subject.

She had been wondering about Tonks' abilities for weeks. Now that she was experimenting with the genderbending aspects of Polyjuice, a metamorph might have some valuable insights. Tonks seemed laid-back, but it wasn't clear how she would react to probing questions.

"It's kind of personal," she said hesitantly. "I have some questions for you, but if you don't want to answer them, I'll understand. I promise to keep whatever you say to myself."

Tonks seated herself and took a big swig of water. "Go ahead and ask. Can't promise I'll answer though."

"You can obviously change into a man. I was just wondering if you were able to change everything."

She smirked. "Why do you want to know?"

"Not because I'm a pervert. What I'm about to say is just between us, okay?"

"Okay."

"I've been experimenting with Polyjuice, noting the differences between male and female sexuality. I want to publish a study on my experiences, because there is a distinct lack of information on the subject in the magical world. I thought maybe you had some observations that would be useful."

Tonks laughed. "So basically, you've been turning yourself into a boy and wanking a lot."

Hermione huffed. "Among other things."

"You're serious about this? You're actually going to write a paper?"

"Well, I would try to get it published anonymously, of course. I think it's a fascinating subject, and the references on Polyjuice barely mention the sexual aspects of it. That seems odd."

"Kind of risqué for actual study, I guess. You want to know if I can give myself a penis, right?"

"Partly, yes."

"If I answer your questions, you have to keep it to yourself. You and Harry seem like good folk, but this is not something I want gossiped about."

"I won't. I promise."

"Alright, then. Yes, I can grow a cock."

"Is it functional?"

"Very."

"And you can, er, finish?"

Tonks' pink hair briefly turned red. "Merlin, girl."

"Sorry, I just—"

"It's fine. You just surprised me. And yes, I can have an orgasm and ejaculate. I can grow a big pair of bollocks too."

"Wow," Hermione mused, considering all the implications. "Could you get someone pregnant?"

"Dunno, but I doubt it. My natural body has ovaries. I'm probably shooting blanks."

"You could test it at a muggle facility, you know."

"Be a bit awkward if I walked in there and slapped my girl cock down on their petri dish."

Hermione laughed, growing more comfortable as Tonks candidly answered her questions.

"No, I mean, you could give me a sample and—well, we wouldn't even need to send it to a lab. I have a microscope at home. I could tell if you had swimmers."

"I'll think about it. I'm kind of curious myself. I always cast a birth control charm anyway."

"So you have sex with women too? When you're a man, I mean."

Tonks took another drink of water, and examined the open curiosity on Hermione's face. "We're getting into my personal life now. This is just between us girls, right?"

"Of course."

"Then, yeah, I do. I prefer to be a woman most of the time. My clit is more sensitive, and I can enhance it. But sometimes I get the urge to let loose as a guy, because—well, I'm sure you know why."

"It's so very intense."

Tonks laughed. "You really have been experimenting, haven't you? I wouldn't have pegged you to be so kinky."

"I get that a lot."

"Is that right? What else do you want to know?"

"Er, I'm not sure. I didn't know if you'd be willing to talk. But I'll come up with a list of questions for you. I want to know how you would describe the differences between being turned on as a girl compared to a guy. Does your body literally create more testosterone when you transform into a man? Does it make you feel more aggressive? How does the sensation of orgasm differ? How has understanding the differences affected your sexual pleasure? Does your experience as a man somehow change your experience as a woman, and vice versa? That sort of thing."

"Good lord, you're giving this a lot of thought."

"I'm a curious person."

"I'd be willing to answer those questions, as long as my name doesn't appear in print and you don't refer to a metamorph. That would out me pretty quickly."

"I'd protect your identity. I just really want to compare notes with someone I can trust."

Tonks grinned conspiratorially. "We can do that. So how do you like having a cock?"

Hermione returned her grin. "It's interesting. I'm still experimenting, but the muscles are all different, and the arousal—it feels like it's all focused in one place. It builds and builds and then boom!"

She burst out laughing and her hair turned red again. "You've been abusing the hell out of Harry's body, haven't you?"

"Maybe."

"Convince him to turn into a girl for you yet?"

"Yes, and keep that to yourself."

"Mum's the word. I've done that once with a guy. He polyjuiced into a hot muggle girl for me."

"Charlie Weasley?"

"Not gonna say. He was a little squicked out and didn't want to do it again."

"Harry wasn't super-thrilled either, but he's willing to indulge me."

"Teach him how to have a real orgasm and he'll probably want a sex change."

Hermione smiled, pleased at how easy it was to talk to Tonks. Now that the awkwardness was out of the way, she was being very frank.

"I seriously doubt that, but I want to make him scream in ecstasy before I'm done with him."

"Oh my God, you guys are going at it like a pair of bunnies, aren't you?"

"What's the phrase? Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies?"

Hermione suddenly realized she had already revealed quite a lot about hers and Harry's activities together. Her oath hadn't even pinged. Was it because they were experimenting outside the Pride's confines? Evidently, she needed to be more careful.

"I won't embarrass you with questions," Tonks said. "Just as long as everything is consensual and you're having fun, it's not a big deal."

"Of course. He's my best friend and we trust each other completely."

"Those are the best kind to have. Anything else you want to know?"

"I'm curious about the limits of your transformations, I suppose. Can you make yourself as big as Hagrid? Or turn yourself into a baby?"

"Nah, I'm limited in how much I can manipulate my mass. I can give myself muscles, but I make for a rather petite guy. My height can fluctuate about six inches in either direction, and I can gain or lose about 60 pounds. But the average person I can impersonate with no problems."

"That is absolutely fascinating."

"I won't lie, it's a lot of fun sometimes. I can put Molly Weasley's boobs to shame. I can grow a huge cock too."

"Really? How big?"

Tonks smirked. "Want me to show you? Just between us?"

"Er, if you're willing."

She stood up, concentrated for a moment, and then unbuttoned her trousers. She yanked her knickers down, and out flopped a huge, flaccid cock, at least eight inches long. It was roughly the size of Dean's when he was soft, but even thicker. A big pair of balls dangled beneath it.

Hermione's eyes went wide, and Tonks laughed at the look on her face.

"I can make it as small as I want too."

It suddenly shrank until there was nothing but a tiny little head peeping out, with balls the size of acorns.

"Wow. How long can you make it?"

Tonks concentrated and grew it out until it was about twenty inches long, though it became quite thin. "That's about it, but I can't get it hard when it's that long. I can make a big one that stays hard at about 13 inches."

Hermione examined the absurdly long and skinny cock swinging between her legs. It reached her knees. She almost wanted to touch it, but it didn't feel right to ask.

"That's amazing."

"You want to see the big, hard one?"

"If it doesn't make you uncomfortable."

"I'm pretty comfortable with my body, as long as we're keeping this between us. I just don't want to freak you out."

"It takes a lot to freak me out."

"Yeah, I'm starting to believe you."

Her long, soft cock shrank to a length of about nine inches and became very thick. She closed her eyes and stroked it for about twenty seconds, and it quickly grew hard. It stood out straight from her body, not drooping at all. It was definitely about thirteen inches long, and put Dean to shame in both length and girth. Hermione wouldn't be surprised if it was the largest cock in the world.

"Merlin. That is massive."

Tonks stopped stroking and smiled. "I can control the blood flow, so I get hard real quick. I can control how sensitive the tip is too."

"That must be nice."

"It is."

Hermione stared at her huge cock in fascination. She was growing wet just looking at it. There was no way it would fit inside her, but she had to resist the urge to caress it. She wanted to ask her just how much she could ejaculate, but refrained. That was getting into extremely personal territory.

"Satisfy your curiosity?" Tonks asked.

"Er, yes. Thank you. I'll have a list of questions for you next time."

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The school was tense over the next week. Theodore Nott had remained in the hospital wing for three days, regrowing bones in his legs and ribs. The Slytherins had been irate at first, leading to a few ugly altercations in the halls. They blamed Harry for hurting one of their own.

But when the details of the encounter were revealed—especially the punishments handed down to Parkinson and Nott—the targets of the blame shifted. Word spread that Harry Potter was not to be trifled with, and Slytherin house suddenly found itself on the receiving end of Gryffindor's wrath. Harry got quite a few fearful looks from younger Slytherins.

He'd been forced to talk the Weasley twins out of taking a very public revenge with their pranks. Escalating the situation would just make it worse. That didn't stop the twins from speculating on more subtle punishments, and he suspected it was only a matter of time before they did something. Everyone in the Pride was outraged on his behalf. Neville had even taken it upon himself to act as a bodyguard in between classes.

Just as Dumbledore had predicted, Parkinson and Nott faced quite a lot of hostility from within their house, mostly for losing face rather than trying to harm Harry Potter. Nott's attempt to take over had failed, and from the looks of things, he and Parkinson weren't on speaking terms. She sulked about resentfully, doing her best to avoid looking in the direction of Gryffindors.

Nevertheless, Harry and Hermione resolved not to walk the halls alone. He didn't trust the Headmaster's assurances that they were safe. He asked Dobby to shadow both of them when they were on prefect patrol, and made certain that Hermione had the map.

He also asked Dobby to keep watch over Tracey and Daphne in the Slytherin dorms. It was unlikely that Nott knew about their trysts—he always checked the map carefully before meeting them—but there was no reason to take more risks. Especially when Nott had declared his interest in Daphne. He wanted to ask the girls what was happening from their perspective, but a meeting was too risky. Neither Gryffindors nor Slytherins wandered very far from their common rooms.

The first Hogsmeade weekend came and went, but Harry and Hermione remained safe in the castle. He didn't particularly want to go anyway, and it gave her a chance to continue her genderbending experiments on him. He was starting to think she preferred to have sex as a guy. He was willing to humor her, at least for the moment. The 'research' involved orgasms, after all, even if they happened in a girl's body.

His mood slowly improved as regular quidditch practices resumed and he could fly every day. With seven returning starters and a slew of talented reserves, they were favored to dominate the other teams.

He decided not to tell Sirius about Nott's attack. His godfather deserved to relax and focus on his healing in Switzerland, if that was what he actually did in the arms of a veela.

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Harry smiled fondly at Lavender as she delivered tender kisses all along his shaft. He was reclining on a couch in the Pride, taking a brief break from reading his potions textbook. She had been reading too, and offered to go down on him when she grew bored. Her hand held him in the gentlest of grips, and her blue eyes remained on his as her tongue darted out to tease one spot before it moved on to another. She was proceeding slowly and sensually, intent on taking his mind off the recent unpleasantness.

He never grew tired of this aspect of the Pride. It was casual, and yet somehow intimate. No matter how wild things became on special occasions, on most nights it was just like this. Just two friends taking a break from studying to give each other pleasure. He could never date someone like Lavender in real life. They would almost certainly get on each other's nerves. But that didn't matter here. Here they treated each other with affection, with no goal save the mutual satisfaction of their desires.

Last night it had been the same with Katie. He had fucked her gently from behind on one of the beds while she read a quidditch magazine.

It was incredible, really, that no rivalries or jealousies tarnished the tranquility of the Pride. Such things violated its spirit. Whenever someone was stressed, they could find comfort in this room. Outside it, the members were students from different years with different interests. Inside it, they were friends and lovers, and nothing else was allowed to intrude. Harry felt like he belonged to a weird, incestuous little family.

Right now, his family was rallying around him. Tomorrow, it might be someone else. If only the whole world worked like their sex club.

His breathing sped up as Lavender suckled on his crown like a lollipop, making it swell in her mouth. Her hand squeezed the base of his shaft, both massaging him and holding him upright. Every time he throbbed against her tongue, she pulled away to prolong his pleasure. Then she would nip and lick and kiss his shaft, slurping on him wetly until he was ready for more. Her lips were curved in a little smile, and her eyes revealed that she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

Her worshipful caresses had begun twenty minutes ago, and they were now almost more than he could bear. He groaned as she delivered a kiss to his tip and then swallowed half his length. She bobbed her head, her mouth squeezing him deliciously, but pulled back and resumed licking him before he could explode.

"Dear God, Lavender, you're going to drive me mad."

"I'm going to make your beautiful cock burst like a firework. What's Parvati doing?"

He blinked and looked over her shoulder, not having paid attention to anything but her tongue. Parvati was sitting on a couch opposite them, her skirt pulled up past her waist. The book next to her was long forgotten. Her legs were spread wide and she was shamelessly masturbating, uncaring of who might witness her. Her eyes were locked on Harry's cock as Lavender worshiped it.

"She's watching us and getting off."

"Good," she said with a giggle. "Let's give her a proper show."

She began stroking him more vigorously. Her soft lips applied more suction to his crown. Harry couldn't decide whether to watch her, or the spectacle that Parvati was making of herself. Parvati's palm was resting on her black bush as she rubbed her clit back and forth with two soaked fingers. Her legs were opened so wide that her dark labia were spread apart, revealing the glistening, pink flesh within.

Lavender gripped the base of his cock and lowered her face until she was swallowing the rest of his length. The softness of her tongue threatened to undo him, and his cock pulsed against the back of her throat. She bobbed her head several times, devouring him whole, but pulled back before he could cum. Harry groaned in frustration.

"I'm going to make you cum so hard after this, you evil girl."

"Promise?"

"You better believe it."

"Give it to me, then. Fill up my mouth."

She tugged on his cock firmly and rested his crown on her tongue, still smiling as he panted and began spurting in ecstasy. His cum exploded out of him, coating her tongue and throat and filling her mouth so thoroughly that it spilled down her chin. The last of his release was still oozing onto her hand when Parvati whimpered and came hard on the other couch. She didn't even try to conceal her little moans.

God, how he loved this place.

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Hermione, Ginny, and Demelza Robins stood in the alcove above the Pride. Ginny had sounded her roommate out, and Hermione had just finished explaining to the girl how everything worked. Like everyone before her, she was watching the action below with wide eyes.

Jo Hampson was getting spit-roasted by Fred and George on the floor. They were shoving her back and forth gleefully as she swallowed one of them in her mouth and then the other in her cunt. In her final year, Jo seemed intent to prove that she was a more enthusiastic whore than Angelina and Hermione combined. She could be found indulging her lusts in the Pride virtually every night.

Harry and Lavender were putting on quite a show too. She was worshiping his cock like she'd been deprived of one for years. She focused on one inch at a time, licking his shaft until it shone, and then kissing it tenderly. Every so often, she pulled his crown into her mouth and suckled on it until he nearly lost control, only to return to teasing him.

Hermione was getting wet just watching them. Parvati was watching the show too, and had long ago given up reading to play with herself. Other people were indulging themselves on the beds, but they couldn't be seen clearly from above.

Demelza was unconsciously rubbing her palms on her thighs, she noticed. The dark-haired girl seemed both astonished and aroused. With her bobbed haircut and small frame, she had more of a waifish look about her than the other quidditch girls. Ginny was watching her friend closely too.

"I don't—I don't think I'm ready for all that," Demelza said breathlessly.

Hermione smiled. "You don't have to be. No one's going to make you do something you don't want to. You can dip your toes in the water, just like Ginny, or you can decide you don't want to be a part of things at all. But you're welcome here no matter what, even if you don't come back right away."

"What if I, er, didn't want to have sex with anyone, but was willing to fool around in private?"

"That's fine too. You make your own rules here. If you used the bed behind us, no one would even know. Or care, for that matter."

Demelza shot her a look of relief. "How would I even talk to someone about that?"

"You go right up to them and ask. I know that sounds crazy, but you get used to it. If you want me to arrange something for you, I'd be happy to. Someone catch your eye?"

"Erm, Harry Potter, maybe?"

Ginny smirked. "She's got a little crush on her new quidditch teammate."

"Oh, shut up, ginger, you used to have one too."

Hermione tried not to laugh at them. A whole generation of girls had grown up with crushes on Harry Potter, and the opportunity to hook up with him in secret was appealing to more than a few.

"I'll talk to him if you like," she said. "You already know he's nice. He'd be willing to have some fun with you."

"I'd prefer you do the talking if that's okay. As long as he understands I don't want to have full sex."

"It won't be a problem."

Demelza smiled and rubbed her sweaty palms on her robes. "Thank you. I think I need to go sit down."

She was looking very flushed, and Hermione suspected the girl would go straight to her bed and masturbate for the next hour. It's exactly what she had done.

"I'll follow you in a few," Ginny said. "I want to talk to Hermione about something."

They watched Demelza go. Her reaction had been fairly tame, on the whole. Fay had grimaced, a little grossed out by the thought of someone having sex out in the open. Demelza had blushed, but her eyes had remained riveted on Harry's cock. She would probably fit right in over time. Ginny had made the right call.

Hermione now realized that her own introduction to the Pride was an anomaly. Almost everyone else approached it cautiously at first. It took weeks or even months for them to lose their inhibitions. She had jumped headfirst into the deep end on her first night. No wonder everyone had found it so funny.

Ginny had been shocked by her behavior during her birthday party. She also seemed to be in awe of her. She had taken to socializing with her in the dorms, and bringing concerns other than sex to her. Hermione almost felt like she had a little sister, which was a new experience for her.

"What's on your mind?" she asked. "Going to ask me to set up your first gangbang?"

Ginny snorted. "I'll pass, thanks. I'm not ready to be an outrageous slag just yet."

"Don't knock it till you've tried it, Ginevra."

"How is your twat not a cavern? I wouldn't be able to walk for a week after that."

"You can fit a baby through there. Everything snaps right back into place, no matter how many big cocks slide through."

"If you say so. I actually wanted to talk to you about someone else. This is personal—I feel like I'm breaking a confidence—so you can't mention it to anyone."

"You can trust me."

"It's about Colin Creevey. You know who he is, right?"

"Of course. Harry's biggest fan, and he's always got a camera."

"He's also really nice, and he's unhappy even though he doesn't show it. Especially since I've been spending more time here and less time with him."

"What's the matter?"

She sighed. "He's an outsider in his dorm. The other guys make fun of him. He pretends like it doesn't bother him, but it does. He spends most of his time hanging out with girls, which only leads to more mockery, and you get the picture."

"Why do they make fun of him?"

"Lots of little things. You know how he is. He can get really excited, and he's, er, a bit on the feminine side."

"Okay?" she asked, hoping Ginny would elaborate.

"You really can't repeat any of this, Hermione. He'd die if he knew I told you, but I think it may be the right thing to do."

"I promise," she said seriously.

"Right. Well, last year I went up to his dorm one afternoon to get back a book, and I caught him masturbating."

"And?"

"He didn't see me at first. His back was to me, but there was a mirror across from him. I kind of stood there in shock and watched him. And then I realized he was jerking off to pictures of boys he had taken, including Harry."

"Oh, Merlin."

"Yeah, he saw me and kind of freaked, but we started hanging out more. He's, er, mostly gay, I think. But we fooled around a little bit too. I let him finger me and I gave him handjobs a few times. He was the other boy I was with besides Michael Corner."

"Are you saying you want to bring him here?"

"I thought maybe he could fit in. He doesn't outside. He's friendly with everyone, but he doesn't have a best friend. Even some of the girls make fun of him behind his back. I've seen some of the guys do gay stuff here, and I thought…well, you know."

"Have you hinted anything about the Pride to him?"

"No, because there are a couple problems. The first is Harry. I don't know if he'd be comfortable with Colin around. But even if he behaves himself, there's another little issue. Literally."

"What do you mean?"

"He's small. Like, really small."

Hermione frowned. "You mean his penis?"

"Yeah. He knows it too, and he's embarrassed by it, but he also really likes it when you tell him how tiny it is. It's weird."

"You weren't mean to him, were you?"

"Of course not. I told him it was no big deal, but he wanted me to tease him about it. He almost begged me to do it."

"Merlin. How small are we talking here?"

"Er, three inches maybe? My hand covers it almost completely. And there are a lot of big cocks in this room."

"Not all of them."

"No, but none are that small. I don't want people to make fun of him. This place might be good for him, but it might also be really, really bad. That's why I need your advice."

"I'll have to think about it. I mean, it's not a big deal that he's small, but it might mess with his head when he sees the other guys."

"Exactly."

Hermione blew out a breath and tried to think. "Okay, I'll mention it to Harry, but I won't say anything about his size or what you caught him doing. If he's okay with it, I'll talk to Angelina. But I'll have to tell her everything."

"Okay, but please, please swear her to secrecy. He's really nice, and he's my friend. I'm just trying to help him."

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Harry slid the green potion flask across the table toward Angelina.

"What's this?"

"It's why we wanted to meet with you," said Hermione. "It's Polyjuice."

"Where'd you get your hands on it? Expensive, isn't it?"

Harry smiled. "Yes, and hard to brew. But luckily I have a rich godfather."

"Sirius Black, yeah? That still weirds me out. Why are you showing me this?"

"Because we've been experimenting with it, and we still have a bunch of doses left. I'd be willing to donate 30 or so to the Pride if you think everyone would enjoy it."

Angelina's eyes widened. "Holy shit. A dose for everybody?"

"Precisely," Hermione said. "We thought it might be fun to have a big party. We don't want people stealing hairs from random students, but we could use it amongst ourselves. Maybe put names in a hat. Each person would get to experience someone else's body for a night."

"Oh, my God, I think I love the both of you."

"You have Sirius Black to thank," Harry said. "He was a member of a certain secret society in his own day, but we can't talk about it."

"He looked dishy in the Prophet. Maybe I'll fuck his brains out for this."

He laughed. "If you do, I don't want to know about it. You like the idea then?"

"Fuck, yes. We'll save it for Halloween. Everybody will get to wear somebody else like a costume."

"What about switching genders?" Hermione asked. "I bet the girls are down, but some of the guys might not be."

"Hmmm. I'll think about it. Can you get your hands on any more?"

"Maybe after Christmas."

Angelina grinned. "Then we could do both. A normal party and a genderbender party. See if you can make it happen."

"I'll try. No promises."

"It's a good thing you've got rich relations, Harry. You're losing Martigan next year. You'll have to find another source for lust potion when you two are in charge."

"Wait, what? When we're in charge?"

Angelina looked at Hermione curiously. She shrugged.

"I, er, might have neglected to tell him what you said. I didn't want him to stress about it."

"A little late for that, I think," she snickered, looking at Harry's face.

Hermione patted his cheek. "Don't worry, I'd be the Queen Whore. You'd just be my faithful man-at-arms."

He shook his head and stood up. "You're both mad. I promised to play chess with Ron. I can't deal with any more insanity right now."

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Two nights later, they met in the darkened alcove, him coming from the boys' stairs and her from the girls'. He met her halfway.

"She's already in the bed," Hermione whispered. "Have fun and I'll see you downstairs later."

"Okay. I'll make sure she's happy. I'm just surprised she requested me."

"You're Harry Potter. A whole generation of girls grew up fantasizing about you."

Harry snorted as she walked downstairs, leaving him staring at the closed bedcurtains. He parted them and peered inside. Just as she had said, Demelza Robins was there waiting on him. She sat against the headboard, looking nervous. There was a long robe wrapped around her, and a small pile of clothes next to her.

He closed the curtains behind him as he entered. "Hey, Demelza."

"Hey. Thank you for, erm, meeting me."

"You're welcome. And relax. We're just too quidditch buddies hanging out tonight, alright?"

She nodded. "I didn't know if I was supposed to be naked, so I stripped and covered up with my robe."

"There aren't any rules here. You can dress however you like. You may be new, but the Pride belongs to you now too."

"I'll try to remember that."

Harry began removing his uniform. She watched as it came off, leaving him in nothing but boxers. Her eyes raked over his body. He wasn't sure how forward she wanted him to be. They were friendly on the quidditch pitch, but he didn't know her very well yet.

"Are you nervous?" he asked.

"Very."

"That's okay. My first time here, I thought I was going to throw up. I thought everyone would reject me."

"Why?"

"The whole tournament mess last year. But everything turned out fine. There's nothing to be afraid of. You're in charge of me tonight, okay? Consider me your toy."

"Really?"

"Really."

She smirked. "Hmmm. My very own Harry Potter doll. Life-sized, even. You could probably sell those. I'd buy one."

He laughed, realizing that she wasn't shy so much as inexperienced. She reminded him strongly of Ginny, except for her dark hair. Both could be brash during the day, but unsure when it came to something like this. It was clear why they made such good friends.

"I think I'll pass on that," he said. "You want me to take these off or do you want to?"

She looked between his legs. "You do it. I want to see it."

He slowly slid his boxers off, revealing his soft cock to her. She stared at it unblinkingly, her gaze enthralled. Her attention stirred his libido, and he slowly grew hard right before her eyes. Her eyebrows rose as it transformed from a soft, dangling appendage to a rock-hard cock.

"Merlin."

"Thanks, I think."

"I, er, suppose I should get naked too."

"If you want."

She hesitantly pulled off her robe, revealing her nude body beneath. She was thin and lithe, just like Katie Bell, with small breasts and a little patch of black hair between her legs. Her face reminded him of Tonks. Her features were pixie-like, and her hair was cut into a shaggy bob that became wild after quidditch practice.

"You're gorgeous," he said.

"Thank you. Your dick is huge."

He laughed. "Not really. Have you seen Dean's?"

"No, but Ginny said it was a dangerous magical creature."

"It might be for some girls. Hermione got used to it. Mostly."

He lay down next to her, careful not to touch her. He intended to be completely under her control tonight. As much fun as it was to be aggressive with some of the girls—or to slowly wrestle a girl like Daphne into submission—it was equally fun to sit back and let one experiment on him.

Her eyes moved up and down his body, but always returned to his cock. "Can I touch it?"

"Of course. Your very own Harry Potter doll, remember?"

She let her hand wander along his length, testing its firmness.

"I've played with one before, but not this big."

"It's a good thing you've got long fingers then."

"Have to, if I'm going to toss a quaffle."

She stroked him gently, watching the skin stretch back and forth across his shaft. She kept at it for almost two minutes, alternately squeezing and caressing him with silent fascination. He wasn't sure how much experience Demelza had, but she clearly intended to savor the moment.

"I think I want to kiss you now, Harry Potter doll," she said with a grin.

She scooted forward and pressed her body against his. Her hand continued stroking him as their lips met, and soon she was kissing him almost aggressively. Her tongue was wet and bold, and she seemed to be gaining confidence as she fondled him.

"You can touch me," she whispered, and went back to kissing him.

He ran his fingers along a small, pert breast and she shivered. A hard nipple stood to greet him. He teased it and ran his hand down her belly, and she opened her leg for him.

Her pubic hair was soft and short. It concealed a firm clit and two soaked lips. He teased them with his fingers, surprised at how wet she already was. Her outer lips seemed to grow puffier in his hand. He slipped a finger into her unbelievably tight warmth and teased her walls. She sighed into his mouth and stroked him harder.

They continued making out and touching each other for another five minutes, until she was pressing her pussy against his fingers and panting.

"I want to do something else," she breathed. Her inhibitions had disappeared and her eyes were glazed over with lust.

"Whatever you want."

"You think maybe I could ride it, but not put it in?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just lay back, and I'll show you. My cousin told me about this."

He laid down on his back and she climbed on top of him. His cock rested flat against his belly, and she sat down on it, trapping it between the lips of her pussy.

"Like this," she said, and began sliding her lips backwards and forwards along his entire length. They split around his girth, and her clit pressed into the underside of his cock. She did it several times, making his cock glisten with her arousal. He was shocked at how good it felt.

She started to breathe heavily again. "Oh, sweet Merlin, this feels good."

"Yes, it does," he said, enthralled at the sight of her puffy lips spread around him, almost engulfing him on both sides.

Demelza closed her eyes and slid along his cock, back and forth in a slow, sinuous motion. Every so often she would stop and hump the tip of his cock with her clit, letting loose a little whimper. She grew even wetter, coating his cock until it was slick. The look of transport she wore thrilled him. He loved being able to watch a girl's face as she gave herself over to her desires. Knowing he was responsible for them was one of the best feelings in the world.

He put his hands on her thighs and helped pull her forward when she pushed. The heat emanating from within her was amazing, and he longed to sink his cock into her warm depths. Her knees went wider, and she began grinding her clit against him with all her weight. Her pace was agonizingly slow. Several times she stopped moving and stayed still, as if she were teasing herself and didn't want to cum just yet. Harry rubbed little circles around her nipples until she squirmed and resumed. The quiet intimacy of what they were doing surprised him, and he thanked Merlin she'd sought him out for this.

After long minutes of leisurely gliding, she could no longer resist the temptation. She bit her lip and slid along his cock faster and faster. She cursed under her breath and her little breasts heaved as she panted. He saw the very moment she came undone.

Demelza grunted and her abs pulled her forward. Her face contorted and her lips spasmed around his cock, gripping and soaking him. It wasn't enough to send him over the edge, but it was close.

She continued sliding along him after she was finished. Her breathing slowly returned to normal and she opened her eyes.

"That was bloody brilliant," she said, a huge smile on her face.

"It looked like it."

"Did you get close?"

"Yeah."

She smirked. "Can I watch you finish? I want to see Harry Potter jerk himself off."

He laughed at the devious glint in her eye. "Sure."

Harry opened his legs. She scooted back to sit between them, then leaned forward intently to watch. Her face was a mere foot from his cock, and her eyes never left it as he began stroking himself. His arousal grew quickly, enflamed by the way her gaze feasted on him.

He got very close to the edge before realizing he had nowhere to shoot.

"Er, this is going to make a mess. I'd rather not hit myself in the face with it."

She reached for her panties. "Use these. I'll hold them."

Demelza moved to his side and held her panties in front of his cock, watching expectantly as he resumed stroking himself. God, he loved the feeling of her big brown eyes on him. He panted as that familiar feeling grew.

"Get ready."

He groaned and burst against her panties, soaking them with long stripes of cum until they were dripping wet. It was difficult to keep his eyes open, but he didn't miss her delighted expression.

"Merlin."

Demelza held them up to examine them and let his cum drip onto his chest. She shook her head and giggled, then tossed them to the side. He sighed as she leaned down and suckled the tip of his cock, teasing out the last of his cum. She kept suckling long after it was gone, cradling his balls and playing with him as worshipfully as Lavender had done.

"Thanks," he said when she pulled away.

"You're welcome, Harry Potter doll," she said with a bright smile.

He smiled back at her, pleased that she was having a good time. "We can do this whenever you want. Don't put any pressure on yourself, okay?"

She saluted him. "Yes, sir, Mr. Potter, sir."

"You're going to be a handful, aren't you?"

Demelza flicked his softening cock with her finger. "Not as big a handful as this thing, but yeah, probably. Want to go again?"

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Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed Demelza. The drama with Nott isn't over. Next chapter, Colin visits the alcove, the twins decide to get some revenge on the Slytherins, and the Pride experiences its first Polyjuice party. Thanks for reading.