The Hogwarts Coven

Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret

Chapter 4 - Itch

"Is that meant to happen, George?"

"I don't think so, Fred."

"Fuck."

"Shit."

"Balls."

"Cock."

The twins were, as usual, up to no good. Now that the Goblet of Fire had been unveiled, along with the, according to the twins 'unfair', rule about having to be at least seventeen to enter, the two were busy trying to perfect an aging potion. But it had not quite worked, as evidenced by the fact that they were still very much under 17 and also had incredibly stiff erections.

"Are you sure you stirred it seven and a quarter times?"

"Are you sure you stirred it counter-clockwise?"

"Well something went wrong. I was always the smart twin," proclaimed Fred.

"That makes me the good looking one," replied George.

"George?"

"Yes, brother mine?"

"Do you have an insatiable desire to fuck?"

"I think we may have made a sex potion," said George. "And you know the only way to rid ourselves of the effects of a sex potion is…"

"Sex," finished Fred.

"Angelina is going to love this."

The two sprinted from the empty classroom, making their way as quickly as possible to the Gryffindor common room. It was early in the morning, before breakfast even. The two had been up all night making what should have been an aging potion. Clearly their time had indeed gone to waste.

Mercifully, the corridors were empty, not a student in sight. Not even Peeves bothered them. That is until, when only a corner away from their destination, Pansy Parkinson stepped into their way.

"What are you boys running from?" she smirked, her pretty features twisted into a Slytherin snarl as always.

"Nothing!" both boys said, far too quickly to be believable.

"I don't know why I don't believe you," smirked Pansy.

"Maybe it's because all Slytherins are snakes," said Fred.

"Not helping," muttered George.

"There's no need for that," said Pansy. "I can see you're both in need of a little relief," she added. Both Weasleys instantly covered their crotches, trying to hide the evidence of their ever-increasing libido. A libido that was about to broil over and neither one of the twins wanted Pansy to be the one on the receiving end.

"Look," started George. "We need to get to the common room as quickly as possible."

"Or we may explode," added Fred. "Over you."

"I see," said Pansy, her Slytherin mind working hard to turn this odd predicament into some sort of advantage. The fourth-year had been skulking around near the Lions' common room hoping for some way of getting to the mudblood Granger to present itself. And it may just have done. "I will let you pass if you tell me how you ended up in this peculiar situation. Deal?" she offered.

"Deal," snapped George.

"We were tying to make an aging potion," explained Fred at rapid pace.

"The standard one?"

"The standard one."

"But we accidentally made some sort of lust potion, it was the exact same colour and texture as the aging potion was meant to be…"

"And the symptoms are?" inquired Pansy, a means of achieving her goal in sight.

"An all consuming need to fuck," said George.

"Or be fucked," added Fred.

"Perfect," grinned Pansy. The grin terrifying the twins.

"Can we go now?" asked George.

"Or I'm going to ravish you," added Fred.

"Ew," Pansy scrunched up her face in disgust. "You may go and I will not say a word to anyone about this," she added.

"Bye," both twins said as they scampered past, hands over crotches.

"You're mine now, Granger," Pansy smirked.

"Let me get this straight," said Angelina Johnson. "You have somehow given yourselves a potion that makes you so incredibly horny you are consumed with a need for cock. And you will now do anything for us to relieve you of this desire. Is that accurate?" asked Angelina.

"It doesn't have to be cock," replied Fred.

"It could be ass."

"Big, juicy, round…"

"Let me stop you right there," Alicia jumped in. "You're at our mercy, so it will very much be your asses getting pounded," the twins gulped.

"I think we have ourselves a deal, boys," giggled Angelina, delighted with the turn her morning had gone.

"Both of you naked and on your knees," ordered Alicia.

The foursome was currently in the Quidditch changing rooms. Having seen the state of the boys, the two chasers had suggested they all go to the changing rooms for some much-needed privacy. The boys rushed back through the school and out, across the grounds and into the changing rooms. The girls had leisurely strolled, deciding on the way that they were going to get their fill of Weasley ass for the day.

Now the two chasers removed their own robes from their athletic bodies. Angelina was taller than Alicia and more muscular. Her abs were defined and her arms clearly used to lifting weights. But that did not stop her from being a drop-dead beauty. Alicia was shorter and skinnier, but just as attractive. Both of their breasts sat upright on their chests, a nice handful. But it was what was between their legs that always made the boys slightly nervous about taking their cocks, though they had both taken them many times.

Alicia Spinnet's was nine inches of uncut cock; and it was thick too. Not as thick as Angelina's, though not by much. But Angelina's was a monster. A foot-long of pure butt destroying cock. It was her pride and joy and she loved using it on the rest of the team. Even when Oliver Wood was captain, she was very much the alpha in the bedroom, and everyone knew it.

Fred kneeled before Alicia and George before Angelina. Their identical eight inches of cock jutting out from between their thighs, as hard as they had ever been. They were both close to quite literally exploding. They needed relief.

"Suck," commanded Angelina.

Both boys got to work instantly but took very different approaches. Fred dove straight in, trying to cram as much of Alicia's cock into his mouth. Whereas George, intimidated by Angelina's length, chose to grasp the shaft with his left hand and take only the tip into his mouth. He jerked the lower half of the shaft whilst slowly worshipping the top half, sucking and licking at it. Both girls moaned in unison, as both techniques worked on them.

But Angelina soon grew tired of George's timidity, as wonderful as it felt. Eager to move on to the next level, she smacked his hand away, grabbed the back of his head and began to fuck his mouth. Alicia was a more patient lover, more than happy to let Fred do as he desired, particularly when he began to suck on her balls, taking them into his mouth one at a time.

George placed his hands on Angelina's strong thighs, in a feeble and futile attempt to slow the black chaser down, but he failed. Angelina rammed all but the last couple of inches of her dick into George's throat. She loved feeling it fight against her, trying to halt the intrusion. "Fuck, I love your throat," she moaned. George could not reply.

Despite both the physical pleasure and the lovely sight of George Weasley's mouth being rammed, Angelina wanted to move onto better things. Mostly out of a selfish desire to once more be in a tight Weasley ass, but also because she knew that the twins needed to cum soon otherwise, they might literally explode. Who knew what this potion would do to them?

Angelina pulled out of George's mouth for the final time, leaving the boy spluttering and coughing on his hands and knees. "It wasn't that bad," mocked Angelina.

"You try stuffing your own cock in your mouth," retorted George, not actually as annoyed as he sounded. He needed to play up his discomfort so that Angelina would not get any ideas in the future.

"Not flexible enough unfortunately," said Angelina. "Now bend over the bench there, like a good boy," Angelina ordered. The benches ran all the way around the outside of the changing rooms, underneath pegs for players to hang their robes. George placed his hands on the bench, his head facing the wall, his ass in the air.

Angelina quickly bent down and buried her face in George's nicely rounded ass. Even she was not so cruel as to use her monster on an unlubricated ass. There were lubrications spells she knew, but doing it the rudimentary way was a lot more fun for both parties.

Just as she removed her tongue from George's ass, ceasing the boy's moaning, Fred placed himself in an identical position to his brother, right next to him. Alicia and Angelina shared a quick kiss behind the prostrate twins, smiling at each other. They very much enjoyed the shared conquest of the team beaters.

"Get ready for it Georgey boy," goaded Angelina. "I'm gonna make you splatter all over the floor," she declared into his ear, draping her body over his. Then straightening back up she rammed her cock into his back passage in one powerful thrust.

"Meeeeerlin!" George cried as he felt his ass get completely filled by Angelina's thick slab of meat. As his ass had been used by Angelina for a couple of years now, he was getting used to it, but the initial penetration always gave him a start; a short sharp stab of pain followed by intense pleasure.

Angelina gave the boy a little time to adjust, before quickly beginning to build a rhythm. The air was filled with the sounds of her balls slapping against the underside of his ass as she rapidly got to a good pace.

Fred soon followed in moaning like his brother, as Alicia's smaller but still devastating cock began to pound his ass too. The two brothers shared a look before quickly turning away. They were still slightly uncomfortable with being fucked together, despite having been in situations like this many times.

Angelina spanked George's ass hard, turning his pale cheeks pink. She loved the contrast of her dark ebony skin and his light tone. Particularly as her dark shaft repeatedly plundered his pale ass. "How is your ass always so tight?" Angelina moaned out.

"Yoga," George moaned, still managing to make jokes despite the intense pleasure he was experiencing. With very thrust his prostate got roughly stimulated by Angelina's cock, sending a deep pleasure through the very core of his body.

Fred was in a similar position. His ass had stretched to accommodate its intruder, now welcoming the shaft with open arms, squeezing it at every opportunity. Alicia's brows were furrowed in concentration as she maintained her intense pace, loving the feeling of Fred's ass hugging her shaft.

George himself was in ecstasy, the feeling he always got when Angelina plundered his ass as she was at that moment. Not that she needed to know that. He knew he was close. The forceful throatfuck earlier had gotten him hot and bothered and the relentless pounding of his ass was now moving him ever closer to his climax. Angelina knew this. She draped herself over the back of him, firm breasts pressing into his back. "Do you want to cum for your mistress, huh?" asked Angelina, putting on a taunting tone.

"Oh, Merlin!" George moaned as the pressure built.

"What was that?" whispered Angelina.

"I'm gonna cum," he moaned.

"For who?"

"For you, mistress!" George cried as the wall holding back the waves of pleasure almost broke.

"There we go," smirked Angelina, nibbling on his earlobe. All it took was for Angelina to reach one hand underneath George and give his cock the faintest of touches for him to erupt as he had never done before.

"Meeeeeeeeeeerlin's soggy fucking beard!" he screamed as his cock fired round after round of cum onto the floor below. Angelina gritted her teeth, trying not to cum as George's ass flexed around her cock, desperately trying to persuade her to cum. She pulled out as George's orgasm came to an end. The gaped boy collapsed to the floor in a delirium of post-orgasm bliss.

Angelina took a second to catch her breath before moving and sitting on the bench before Fred. Alicia was still happily thrusting away behind him. Angelina took hold of her cock and positioned it in front of Fred's mouth. Fred made a face at the prospect of cleaning his own twin's ass off of Angelina's cock. "You've done it before," she pointed out. Fred sighed, knowing he was not going to win this one and opened his mouth, allowing Angelina to thrust inside. "Merlin, this is fun, Alicia," commented Angelina chirpily.

"We should slip them this potion every morning," joked Alicia.

"Make sure that Katie is there next time," added Angelina.

"If she didn't get up so late then she'd be here now."

"Her loss."

"Our gain," laughed Alicia.

"Do you think we should do that thing we always talk about?" Angelina asked Alicia cryptically. Fred had no idea what she was going on about, but Alicia knew instantly.

"I think this just may be the perfect time for such a thing," smiled Alicia.

"I think I agree," Angelina followed this statement by pulling her cock from Fred's mouth and then getting him to lift his torso up. Now Angelina could slide down off the bench and onto the floor, lying beneath Fred. "I'll let you handle it," Angelina said to Alicia.

Alicia pulled her own cock out of Fred's ass, quickly admiring her handiwork, before grabbing Angelina's enormous shaft and positioning it at Fred's entrance. Fred instinctively thrust backwards and down onto Angelina's cock, taking most of it in one. And it was at this point that Fred grasped what was about to happen. "Wait… no, no, no, no!" protested Fred.

"Shhhh," hushed Angelina. "Just kiss mama and take it like a slut," she smiled. Fred was less than pleased by this turn of events. But he had to admit he was a tad curious to see if he could actually take the two black shafts in his ass. He did as instructed and lay flat on top of Angelina, pressing his lips to hers. They kissed passionately as Alicia slowly inserted her cock into Fred's already full ass.

It was slow and careful going. Angelina dared not move her own cock and waited patiently for Alicia to be fully in. She occupied her time by tongue wrestling with Fred, who never ceased moaning into her mouth. Angelina found it incredibly hot, not to mention the feeling of Alicia's thick shaft sliding in against her own.

Eventually, Alicia was pretty much all the way in and she let Angelina know. "Time for the real show to start," she said. What followed was the most intense five minutes of Fred Weasley's life. Both large cocks thrust in and out of his ass, one going out as the other went in. He was as full as he had ever been, his prostate was in a permanent state of pressure. Once his ass had adjusted, as well as one's ass can to such a situation, he experienced incredible pleasure.

The two chasers were going through something similar. Fred's ass was tight normally, but now it was doubly tight, virgin tight even. Furthermore, the friction generated between the rubbing of their cocks inside of his ass created its own special kind of pleasure. And it really did only take five minutes for Angelina to explode inside of Fred's ass, torrents of cum pumping into him. Alicia soon followed, the sensation of Angelina's cock throbbing next to hers and the feeling of the sticky lubricant now flooding Fred's ass made her own sticky lubricant rush out of her in an explosion of pleasure.

The three lay there in a pile of sweaty, sticky bodies. "I think Fred, Alicia and I owe you one," commented Angelina. "So, at some point this term, you can have us, however you want us," she offered.

"It's funny you should say that Angie dear," said Fred, in a tone of voice that put both girls on the defensive. It was the tone both twins used before some hideous prank was revealed. "See, I haven't actually cum yet and your two asses are as of yet untouched this morning. So, I think I'm going to take you up on that offer right about now," Fred smirked. He was very happy with himself for getting the last laugh.

Both of the exhausted girls groaned, but accepted their fate. George was still slumbering, so Fred took the girls from behind, switching between their asses for a good ten minutes, before finally deciding to release his own load in Angelina's.

"Now that is a way to start a morning."

Harry and Ron had both been preoccupied all day. Their thoughts had managed to entirely avoid focusing on anything academic. They had been thinking about different but related things. Harry spent the day going over his conversation with Hermione the previous evening, wondering how to confront Ron about their relationship problems. Ron had also been thinking about Hermione, but his thoughts were focused solely on his own problem. The problem being how much he enjoyed getting pounded by her meaty cock.

The fact that witches had cocks meant that it was far more common in the wizarding world for men to bend over for women. Therefore, the stigma around masculinity was less common in the wizarding world. For a wizard to bend over for a witch was far less likely to produce some sort of existential crisis for the wizard about his 'manliness' than if a muggle man bent over for his wife's strap-on. But there was still a conception of what it meant to be a man in the wizarding world and loving getting pounded by your girlfriend's eleven-inch cock was generally not a part of it.

Ron had had certain beliefs about himself. The sudden learning of witches' surprise packages had not massively challenged this, not until Hermione's cock first slid into his ass. Since then the aforementioned beliefs about himself had been seriously confronted. Did his enjoyment of getting thoroughly pounded make him less of a man? As such, after the haze of sexual lust had passed, he was always left feeling guilty and humiliated. But equally, every time he saw Hermione, his cock jolted in his underwear and his butt clenched. Her sexual intensity was overwhelming. So much so that a distracted Ron managed to transfigure a quill, not into a caterpillar as was the task, but instead a very phallic looking object. He just about managed to return it to its quill state before McGonagall saw, but not before Harry had snickered at his friend's magical Freudian slip.

Harry was always concerned when talking to Ron about something serious, particularly if Harry knew that Ron would not necessarily like what was being said. So, he knew that he had to handle the subject delicately. He also needed to avoid making it seem like he was taking sides or that he and Hermione were ganging up on Ron. That would only end in a very stroppy Ron.

Having thought about it all day, Harry finally broached the subject whilst they were engaged in a game of Wizard's Chess. "How are you and Hermione, Ron?" Harry asked innocently as he lost a bishop to a marauding knight.

"Fine. Why?" snapped Ron.

"Look I know you two are having slight problems and I just don't like to see my two best friends fight," shrugged Harry.

Ron sighed and looked up at his best friend. "Everything just happened so quickly. One minute we were just friends and the next we're fucking," he explained. "It's all just a bit much."

"And they have cocks," Harry added.

"And that," agreed Ron. "That was a bit of a surprise. I don't know how it was kept a secret from me."

"But it certainly has its benefits," said Harry, trying to subtly bring up the specific problem clouding Ron's mind.

"Yeah, I guess," mumbled Ron uncommittedly.

"Who'd have thought getting fucked would be as fun as fucking!" exclaimed Harry, finally explicitly breaching the subject, as he tried to advance one of his pawns.

"You've… y'know?" asked Ron.

"Yeah," said Harry, now realising the problem he had walked right into.

"With who?" inquired Ron, thankful for the slight shift in attention.

"I don't kiss and tell," said Harry quickly, trying to recover the conversation.

"Oh, come on, Harry," complained Ron as his queen beheaded Harry's bishop.

"Let's not change the subject. I know you're feeling shame or something about liking getting fucked, but there's nothing wrong with it. If you like it, you like it, it doesn't mean anything more than that," Harry reasoned, hoping that Ron would not fly off the handle at Harry revealing he knew about Ron's sexual proclivities.

"You sound like Hermione," grumbled Ron, unhappy at the fact that his two friends had clearly been conspiring.

"In this case, she's right," said Harry.

"Of course, you're taking her side," said Ron bitterly. "Checkmate."

"Just please don't throw away what you have. It doesn't come around all that often," pleaded Harry as Ron stood.

"I'm going to bed," Ron declared, leaving Harry staring at the chessboard, his king in a position of surrender.

"That could have gone a lot better," murmured Harry under his breath. Now he would have to deal with Ron being grumpy with him. "Great!"

Harry told Hermione about his failure of an intervention with Ronald the previous night and Hermione merely sighed. She knew this would happen. She loved the two boys, they were her best friends, but they were also completely useless at anything that required tact. Hermione herself was hardly a social butterfly, she was not Ginny, but even she had more subtlety than both of the boys combined.

She was certainly growing in confidence and the changes in her that Harry had noticed she had also seen in herself. Her eyes being opened to the world of sex so dramatically had led her to seeing a whole new world before her. Now every student, and even the professors, started to become, in Hermione's eyes, sexual possibilities. Her desire for the new was growing steadily. Her rapacious thirst for knowledge of the conventional kind and her want of sexual knowledge and experience were very similar, in that they were almost all-consuming. Furthermore, the dominant side to her personality, that had only ever come out previously in her bossiness was now starting to become entangled with her everyday personality. In other words, she was becoming a more dominant personality both in and outside the bedroom.

Whilst this was all true, at the end of the day she had only fucked two people. And one of them was going through an identity crisis, brought about by said fucking. She wanted more. And then more sat in front of her in the library.

"You are even more beautiful up close than from afar," said the blonde now sitting opposite her in a slight French accent.

"Erm, thank you," Hermione nervously replied, a deep red blush adorning her cheeks.

"But is your name as beautiful as your visage?" Fleur asked flirtatiously, a smirk plastered on her stunning Veela features.

"Hermione," said Hermione simply, not trusting herself to say much more. All that she had just been thinking about, in terms of her confidence and dominance, vanished the moment the French Veela sat down. She could instantly tell that she paled in comparison to such beauty. Fleur's blond hair flowed down her back, her face was perfectly proportioned, her eyes a mesmerising deep blue. The smirk on her face was sultry and intoxicating. Hermione struggled to concentrate on the older witch's words.

"It is a beautiful name, but it does not match your beauty," Fleur replied, her eyes gazing upon Hermione's face, finding the witch's blushing cheeks to be very cute.

"But I cannot match your beauty…?" Hermione replied, then realising that she did not know the witch's name.

"Delacour, Fleur Delacour," said the Veela. "Do not put yourself down, 'ermione. Your beauty struck me in the Great Hall, even from a few tables away. Besides there is more to you than just your beauty. I sense a certain, sexual energy radiating from you…" Fleur explained, before Hermione interrupted.

"A what?" Hermione spluttered, not expecting those words to come out of Fleur's mouth.

"You have desires, I am a Veela, I can sense them," said Fleur matter-of-factly.

"Everyone has desires," defended Hermione, not knowing why she was so defensive. Fleur was certainly not wrong.

"But yours are so majestic," clarified Fleur. "Both so pure and so dark, as nature herself is."

"You've lost me," stated Hermione. She was becoming increasingly confused by this strange and beautiful person before her. She spoke with a confidence and a sensual promise of things to come. Every syllable she uttered was teasing.

"So I have, but soon I believe you will know what I am talking about and then we will find each other," said Fleur standing up and leaning over the table so that her mouth was right by the side of Hermione's face. "And when we do, the pleasure will be electric." And with that she turned and sauntered out of the library; leaving Hermione very flustered and very hard.

Author's Note: So there's the fourth chapter, I hope y'all enjoyed it. It was a touch shorter than the previous chapters, and the next few are mostly between 4/5k, until the Yule Ball, and then the plot begins to thicken so to speak.

So, 2/3 of the Chasers have been introduced and I hope they did not disappoint (they certainly didn't disappoint Fred). Plus, Pansy scheming is always dangerous! And Harry has really put his foot in it; poor Ron is still struggling. Also, Fleur is enjoying playing with her food, but she had better be careful that she does not go from huntress to hunted ;)

A couple of housekeeping notes, I realised that it's probably wise to mention that this is being crossposted to AO3, the story name is the same but the account name is different (Bella_Tonks)

Also, I've realised that a lot of writers on here reply publicly to comments, either at the start or end of chapters, so I was wondering if that's some sort of unwritten rule. If someone could let me know that'd be nice.

As always the chapter is named after a song - try and guess the band...

And I'll hopefully see y'all next week. :)