The Lust of Gryffindors

Chapter 36: First and Second Times

Harry smirked and handed Tonks her wand back. She flexed her hand, trying to get rid of the stinging sensation.

"Don't get cocky, boy wonder. It'll get you killed."

"Not getting cocky. Just happy whenever I get the drop on my instructor. Consider it a compliment."

She snorted. "That's enough for today, I think. I've got a shift starting at 4 am, and I'm sure you two have all sorts of trouble to get yourselves into."

Hermione winced as she rose from a chair. She had chosen to watch rather than participate in the training today. "Definitely no trouble for me today."

"Rough night?"

"Halloween party."

"Nothing a little murtlap won't cure."

Hermione huffed, and Harry wondered exactly how much Tonks knew about what they got up to. They had become friends during their weekly training sessions, and she liked to tease the both of them for sleeping together, but he didn't know what she and Hermione had talked about the few times they'd been alone.

"I've got your little questionnaire," Tonks said to her. "Let me find it in my bag."

"Oh! Thank you! I can't wait to see your answers."

"Questionnaire?" he asked.

"Just something for my little project. Maybe I'll tell you when you're older."

Tonks laughed and he rolled his eyes.

"Here you go," she said. "I'll see you kids next Sunday. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Later, Tonks."

Harry watched her go and collapsed into a seat. His training sessions had been going increasingly well, even if Tonks still held a serious advantage in complicated scenarios. He couldn't tell if losing the horcrux in his head had made him more powerful or not. His skill and power were growing regardless, so it didn't really matter.

Hermione gingerly sat down and began poring over the little stack of parchment Tonks had given her.

"Are you really that sore?" he asked.

"Very. I forgot to use murtlap last night, and the effects of shagging Dean so hard transferred to my own body. Ginny's sore too."

"As long as she's still able to ride a broom. Angelina wants to work us hard before the Hufflepuff match."

"I'm sure she'll be fine. It'll take her longer to get over shagging her brothers."

"What?!"

She smirked at the look on his face. "We didn't really think through the consequences of lust potion combined with Polyjuice. She shagged Fred and George last night without knowing it."

Harry burst out laughing. "Oh, my God. Is she freaked out? I bet the twins are. Why didn't we realize that would happen?"

"I think she's more freaked out by what she saw happening in a bed. She watched herself get pounded by Fred. Jo and Martigan had their bodies, and decided to engage in a little incest."

"Holy shit, we need to lock up that potion."

"That's what Ginny said. She loved the whole night, and now she can't decide if she's grossed out. She's blaming everything on the potion."

"We're running low on it anyway, I think. Angelina's been passing it out like candy."

"Probably because it's Martigan's last year. I think he wants to go all out."

"Cho's been going all out too," he said. "She jumped me right after lunch today. I think she's aspiring to be just as slutty as you are."

She stuck out her tongue at him. "She's been stalking me too. She pulled me into a bathroom the other day between classes and wanted me to finger her."

"Shame she's not a Gryffindor. We need an easier way to sneak her into the Pride."

Hermione didn't answer. Instead, she looked oddly at something over his shoulder.

"What is it?"

"Harry," she said slowly, "there's a door right behind you. It appeared out of nowhere when you said we need another way into the Pride."

He turned and stared in surprise at the ornate door on the wall. There was a golden lion on it. It certainly hadn't been there earlier.

"You don't think?"

She stood up excitedly. "It's the Room of Requirement, and you wanted something to happen. Let's find out."

They both gathered their things, just in case they were locked out, and opened the door. Behind it was a long, dark corridor with a gentle downward slope.

"Gryffindors dare, I guess," he murmured. "Let's see where it leads."

They lit their wands and walked for perhaps a minute. The corridor was dark, straight, and unadorned, surrounded on all four sides by old stone. They finally reached a simple wooden door.

Harry pushed it open, and they found themselves looking into a familiar alcove.

"Holy shit," he whispered.

Hermione entered and looked around. The place was deserted in the middle of the afternoon, but they were definitely in the Pride.

She smiled. "What incredible magic! Cho already knows about the Room. If we tell her about this, she'll be in here more often than we are."

"Oh, come on. We have to tell her!"

"Of course, we do. But what do we tell everyone about how she gets in?"

"Hmmm. Good point."

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Harry paced around Dumbledore's office, growing more frustrated by the second. He had stopped by for an unplanned meeting, hopeful that they had discovered more about Voldemort's whereabouts. Or were at least working on a plan to lure him out.

Bones and her team had discovered nothing. Neither had any of the Order members that Dumbledore had assigned to investigate.

They were already a week into November, and Harry felt ready to pull his hair out. It took time to research horcruxes, but they didn't have time to spare if they intended to prevent Voldemort's full resurrection. The winter solstice was only six weeks away.

"There's got to be something more we can do, sir."

"I assure you that we are leaving no stone unturned. If a wizard of Voldemort's caliber intends to hide, it's very difficult to locate him. I understand how frustrated you are."

"Why don't we lure him out? Let's set a trap."

"And how would you propose we do that?"

"We use me as bait."

Dumbledore sighed. "Harry—"

"No! Listen to me, please. Time is short. This may be our best chance to defeat him. I don't want him to get a body back. I'm willing to stick my neck out for that."

"Your bravery is admirable, but I'm afraid we can't unnecessarily risk your life."

He snorted. "Never stopped you before. We know he wanted to use me for his ritual. Why don't we make me look vulnerable and see if he bites? We might be able to capture Crouch or Malfoy or someone and figure out where he's hiding."

Dumbledore considered him for a long moment. "I am uncertain how we could accomplish that safely."

"What about Hogsmeade? There's another trip later this month. We'd need to come up with a reason for me to be there, and announce it somehow. Maybe we could put something in the Prophet—or wait, you said Nott was supposed to spy on me. Maybe we let something slip to him and let him send it to his father. We could surround me with hidden guards and, if anything happens, we'll capture whoever is there."

"Using Hogsmeade for such a trap would pose risks to the students as well."

"Well, let's find a way to make it safer. Please, just think about it, sir. There's got to be a way. I'm sick of waiting for the bad guys to act first. We know something bad is coming, so let's stop them."

"I shall think on the matter, but I can promise nothing."

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"And Gryffindor scores again!" Lee Jordan's voice boomed across the stadium. "The Lions are roaring today!"

It was a bright, sunny day; the air was crisp, but considering it was November, it was practically warm. It was a perfect day for quidditch.

Harry was ecstatic to be competing again, and so were the rest of his teammates. Angelina had been drilling them hard. She wanted to stomp the other Houses and go undefeated this year.

So far it was working out splendidly. The chasers had given them a 60-point lead in the first five minutes of the game. The Hufflepuffs were simply outmatched. They had lost Cedric and two other players, and had an inexperienced new Captain.

Harry shadowed their new seeker, Ian Summerby, keeping an eye on both him and the game below. The boy seemed nervous to have him nearby, so much so that he was barely looking for the snitch.

Forty-five minutes into the game, Gryffindor had built an insurmountable lead. The Hufflepuff stands were subdued, knowing that the only possible outcome was a loss. Now they were just waiting to be put out of their misery.

Tamsin Applebee was actually pretty skilled, he noted, but she and her fellow chasers stood no chance against the well-oiled machine of Angelina, Alicia, and Katie. Fred and George had taken to attacking their fellow beaters with the bludgers. The girls were flying circles around their opponents without their help.

Angelina started sending in their reserve players, one or two at a time, to get some experience. They performed brilliantly, buoyed by the huge lead and the despondent mood of their opponents. Ron blocked a couple goals and Ginny scored one. Demelza and Jack Sloper played admirably too.

Harry was relieved when the snitch finally showed itself. The match had been going for over ninety minutes, and it was getting embarrassing for everyone involved. He dove toward the ground, then sped along parallel to it, chasing the little golden ball. Summerby was leagues away and posed no threat at all.

His hand closed around it, and the Gryffindor stands roared. 520 to 80. A slaughter, and Hufflepuff's worst defeat in recent memory. He smiled, knowing there would be one hell of a party tonight, both in the common room and elsewhere.

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He sighed as the hot water streamed down his body. The rest of the team had already returned to the castle. After their crushing victory, the entire House had rushed the pitch, including the other spectators. The players had been hoisted on shoulders and carried gleefully around. Some of the alumni had shown up for the game too, including Saoirse Manson, Livia Tinkerfell, and Stewart Perkins. He had spent a good half hour catching up with them while everyone in the vicinity slapped him on the back.

Sirius was still in Switzerland, but Remus had shown up, and the two spent some time gossiping about Padfoot's likely misbehavior. Harry longed to tell him about his adventure with a poodle, but kept his word.

By the time he'd made it into the locker room, the rest of the team was already dressed and on their way out. Ron had gone to console Tamsin over Hufflepuff's loss, worried that she might be angry with him.

Someone coughed delicately, and he looked up. Demelza Robins stood at the entrance to the boys' showers, a towel wrapped around her, watching him uncertainly.

"Hey, Demelza."

"Hey. Mind if I come in?"

"Not at all. Angelina used to stroll right in here all the time before we had a reserve team."

She put her towel on a rack. His eyes raked over her lithe, nude body. She still reminded him of a smaller Katie Bell. Her black hair was wild from the wind. She had shaved all but a tiny patch of the hair between her legs. It was barely noticeable, resting high on her mound like a fashion statement.

She walked up right next to him, and the water from his showerhead flowed onto her too. He no longer found it strange for a naked girl to be in such proximity, even outside the Pride.

"I thought you'd be long gone by now," he said.

"I wanted to wait around for you. You took forever."

"Sorry, I got waylaid. What's up?"

She reached down to caress his cock. "How do you feel about sex in the quidditch showers?"

He smiled, thoroughly amused at her boldness. "I'm in favor of it. But surely you don't want your first time to be right here on the floor."

A pained look crossed her face. "About that. I need to confess something. It wouldn't technically be my first time."

"Oh?"

"I know what I said, and I'm sorry. I just—"

"It's okay. You never owed me anything. Who's the lucky bloke?"

She continued caressing his cock, but a blush slowly crept up her face. She seemed unable to meet his eyes. "Er, it was you."

"Pardon?"

"You already were my first. Sort of."

"I think I would have remembered that," he said, now very confused.

"I can explain, but can you please, please not be mad at me? Ginny said you wouldn't be, but—"

"Demelza, I really have no idea what you're saying, but I can't think of any reason why I'd be mad at you."

She blew out a frustrated breath, still unable to meet his eyes. She settled on staring at his cock as it grew hard in her hand. "Merlin, this is embarrassing. I kind of, er, already slept with you, but it was Ginny. She was using Polyjuice."

"You what?"

She let go of his cock and wrung her hands, finally meeting his eyes. "It was an accident, I swear! She was just showing me how Polyjuice worked. She said she was doing some experiment with Hermione. She took a half-dose and turned into you and…well…"

"Oh, Merlin." He felt a bout of laughter coming on, and tried to hold it back. "So Ginny turned into me and you accidentally slept with her?"

"I was just showing her what we did together. You know, with the riding and not putting it in. But it felt so good, and I—I just wanted to feel the tip! Just the tip, I swear!"

Harry couldn't help it anymore, and burst out laughing. He bent over, holding his sides, imagining the scene.

He looked up and her mouth was open, staring at him incredulously. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because it's hilarious! Please keep talking."

She huffed. "I thought you'd be angry."

"I'm not angry at all. I just want to hear what happened."

Demelza tried to collect herself. "She, er, put the tip in, and it just felt so good, for both of us, and we got carried away. I wanted just a little more, and just a little more, and all of a sudden, she was all the way in and I was grinding and we were having sex. I'm sorry."

He laughed again. Oh Merlin, did he need this bit of ridiculousness today. Between the quidditch victory and now this, it felt as if his anxieties over Voldemort were washing down the drain. Polyjuice was going to be the death of them all instead.

"Will you stop laughing?! It's not funny!"

"Oh, yes, it is! How long did she last?"

She examined his flushed face, and finally smirked in return. "Less than a minute. Suddenly it was over and we were both in shock."

He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. He felt like he might burst into hysterical laughter again at any moment.

"Okay," he said, then paused again, fighting off another laugh. "I'm not pissed. I am very, very amused. But I won't laugh if you're feeling bad. I mean, Ginny's your best friend, and it's not like I'm your boyfriend. There are worse ways to lose your virginity."

"No, it's not that. We laughed the next day too, but I thought you'd be horrified that we used you like that. Ginny said you wouldn't be, but—"

"She was right. Listen, obviously I need to make sure the girls are more careful with my hairs—Hermione's been getting a little too big for her britches—but I trust the both of them, and I trust you too. You didn't take anything from me that I wouldn't have given freely. You just jumped the gun a little."

"Oh, thank Merlin," she said with relief. "I was worried."

"Where did this happen, by the way?"

"In the dorms. Ginny had a dose in her trunk."

He frowned. Hermione definitely had some kind of punishment in her future. "Don't do that again. If someone had seen me in the girls' dorms, there would be a lot of explaining to do."

"I won't. I promise. And we had the bedcurtains closed. Nobody saw."

"So now you want your official first time to be on the floor in here?"

She smiled deviously. "I talked about it with Ginny. It sounded fun. Shagging Harry Potter in the quidditch showers after my first game. I'll probably tell my grandchildren about it."

He laughed. Demelza now seemed as amused as he was. "You are going to be such a handful."

She grabbed his cock and started stroking him again. "So what's your answer, Mr. Badass Seeker? Are you going to take me on the floor with the water pouring down on us, or what?"

"You better fucking believe it. And I'm going to show you how much better I am at using my cock than Ginny. You wanna be on top like usual?"

"You better fucking believe it."

A minute later he was on his back and she was straddling him. The floor was hard, but at least it was clean. The water from two different shower heads poured down on them, making their bodies wet and slick.

His cock lay against his belly, trapped between her lips. Demelza began sliding herself along it, coating it with her arousal, just as she usually did. She kept it up until she was panting, then looked down and met his eyes.

"Can I feel just the tip?" she asked innocently.

Harry laughed and it set her off too. It seemed she wanted no sentimentality for her first—well, second—time. Demelza raised herself and rubbed him along her soaked lips. After a moment's wriggling, he slipped inside her. He sighed as her wet warmth enveloped him. She held her breath and slowly slid him home. Dear God, she was so incredibly tight. He could feel his cock spreading her walls in every direction as he glided through her soft flesh.

"That feels so good."

"Yes, it does," she said with a happy sigh.

He reached up and teased her pert little breasts as she ground her hips into him, sliding his cock around inside her so sensually that he closed his eyes to savor it. Her grip was so tight that he was worried he might not last any longer than Ginny. He could literally feel his pulse in his cock. It felt like she was trying to smother it.

Demelza seemed almost unable to move atop him. Her eyes were closed in concentration, able to focus on nothing but the cock filling her depths. She squeezed him experimentally and Harry grabbed her ass and squeezed her in return.

"I feel so full, it's like I can't even move."

"It helps to roll your hips and use your thighs."

"Kay," she murmured, and began grinding her hips more forcefully.

Harry gripped her ass cheeks and pulled forward, making it easier for her to lift herself. Even so, she was so tight that she could barely release two inches of his cock before swallowing it again. He had no complaints. The friction was so wonderful that he was content to leave his cock buried in her forever. How could her flesh be so impossibly soft and tight at the same time?

Demelza grew wetter as they gently fucked on the floor. The water poured down on their bodies, and he loved the way she looked. Her little breasts shined with wetness, her nipples had grown hard, and her hair was plastered to her face. Her breathing picked up, as did her pace, and he could tell she wasn't far from release. But as much as he wanted to watch her face, he needed to feel her wet skin against his.

"Lean down," he whispered.

She did so. Her nipples brushed against his chest, and Harry pulled her into a lust-fueled kiss. He drew her ass forward and then pushed it back, allowing his cock to slide through her more easily.

"Oh, fuck," Demelza whimpered into his mouth.

She was soon gripping handfuls of his hair as she writhed on top of him. She pulled away, a look of agony on her face, like she had just been hit with a bludger. But her expression was mixed with bliss, and Harry drank it in as her pussy contracted over and over against his cock, squeezing it so exquisitely that he almost lost control. He held on until her look of ecstasy faded.

"My turn," he said, and gently maneuvered her onto her back. His cock remained trapped deep within her.

She gasped as his weight pinned her to the slick floor, but she wrapped her arms around his back.

"I want you to feel all of me," he whispered, and began sliding the full length of his cock in and out of her at a languid pace.

Demelza cursed softly but begged him not to stop. She was wet enough to accommodate him now, and he exulted in the feeling of spreading her warm walls so completely. Her grip was still overwhelming. When she began quivering beneath him, it became more than he could handle. He gave two last thrusts and spurted deep within her, unable to stop himself from grunting in relief.

She pulled him close after he was finished. They lay like that, the water still pounding down on them, until Harry found the strength to rise. He pushed himself up with his arms and looked into her eyes. Judging by her smile, he had given her an experience that far exceeded the one she'd had with Ginny.

"Bloody brilliant," she said with satisfaction. "I wish I could tell the whole school."

He laughed. Sometimes it was good to be Harry Potter, no matter how absurd it was.

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Hermione tried not to look too smug as she stood next to Fay Dunbar in the alcove above the Pride. Inside, she was preening.

Fay had approached her just after the party in the Gryffindor common room began to wind down. The victory over Hufflepuff had produced all sorts of revelry. Pride members had begun dispersing to continue the party elsewhere. She had just finished brushing her teeth in the dorms when a hesitant Fay had stuck her head inside the bathroom, wondering if she still had permission to enter the Pride.

Hermione's face had split into a foamy Cheshire grin.

It had been almost two months since Fay signed her contract. Two months since she had been grossed out by all the public sex and decided the Pride wasn't for her. Hermione had continued socializing with her in the dorms and in classes, hopeful that a friendship could spring up nonetheless.

That seemed to have paid dividends. Not only were they on the edge of a real friendship, but Fay now seemed more open to the idea of the Pride. She was certainly watching Jo ride George with interest.

"What changed your mind?" she asked curiously.

"Er, I'm just bored and wanted to see what was happening, I guess. I'm still not going down there."

"You're always welcome here. You can go down there and study in the middle of the day if you want. Of course, you'd probably get propositioned."

"Yeah, I think I'll pass on that. Is it okay if I just hang out up here and watch for a while?"

"Sure. You want me to get you some butterbeer or something?"

"If you don't mind."

"No problem. I'll be right back."

Hermione made her way downstairs and wove her way through the people who were talking, laughing, drinking, stripping, and already fucking. The Pride wasn't full yet, but it would be soon. It was always wild after a quidditch victory, and tonight had been one of the biggest victories in Gryffindor history.

She picked up three bottles of butterbeer from the refreshments table. Gunnar Gustafson tried to chat her up, but she told him she'd be back later. She wanted to ensure that Fay took a bigger bite of the apple, or at least decided that it wasn't poisonous.

She made her way back upstairs and handed two of the bottles to her, keeping one for herself.

"I thought I'd keep you company for a little bit, if that's alright."

"Sure. But I don't want to keep you from doing, er, whatever it is you plan to do."

"It's fine. I'm in no hurry. Things are just now getting started."

"Certainly looks like it."

Only five or six people had been present when Hermione first showed her this room in September. There were at least twenty now, and more would soon join. Already quite a lot of naked flesh was on display.

"Things get a little crazy on special occasions," she said casually. "You're going to get an eyeful tonight, so don't freak out."

"I think I can handle it."

"I don't doubt it. It's why I invited you in the first place."

"Yeah, well, I'm still not keen on walking around naked in front of a room full of people, let alone shagging someone in public."

"That's okay. Not everyone's cut out to be as big a slut as I am."

Fay laughed at her shameless delivery. "Merlin, I don't believe you."

"Believe it. You're watching a room full of sluts, Fay, and it's every bit as fun as it looks. You don't have to be one though. You can stand up here and rub yourself raw watching us."

"Dear God, Hermione," she said, still laughing.

Hermione's smug smile couldn't be contained. Fay's curiosity would get the better of her eventually, and one day soon her legs would likely be spread in the center of the room. She felt even more smug when she noticed Colin Creevey slink down the boys' stairs and head directly for a bed on the far side of the room.

Colin had been acclimating to the Pride for the last two weeks. He had been worried about not being accepted by everyone, so hadn't been formally introduced. But quite a few people already knew he was a member. She and Ginny had both slept with him that first night in the alcove, and she had slept with him again just two nights ago.

He really did love it when he was teased for having a little penis. He even seemed to invite cruelty, but she refused to go there. It was true that he couldn't satisfy her with his cock alone, but that didn't matter. She could still ride him and massage her clit, and his breathless enthusiasm made everything fun.

She actually loved giving him blowjobs. She could swallow his little cock easily, suctioning and caressing it with her mouth in ways that were impossible with others. He was more interested in boys anyway. She hadn't talked with Fred or Lee about it, but was almost certain that Colin had already hooked up with both of them.

"Who's that with Alicia Spinnet?" Fay asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.

Hermione followed her gaze. "Owen Dibley. He's a seventh year, and very quiet."

"Ah."

Owen was just talking to Alicia at the moment, but they were standing very close and her hand was on his ass. They'd no doubt be in a bed soon.

There was a loud cheer and they leaned over to see Harry enter the room. Each of the quidditch players was treated like royalty after a victory. Katie Bell jumped on him for a piggy-back ride, already giggling drunkenly. She'd probably have him out of his clothes in less than a minute.

Hermione took another swig of butterbeer and glanced at Fay. She was watching the action below as if it were a television show and she couldn't wait to see what happened next. The girl was neither a virgin nor a prude—she'd already admitted to a fling with a fellow lifeguard last summer—but the total lack of inhibition in the Pride still seemed to shock her.

"I'll be heading down there soon. You can watch for as long as you like, or I can send someone up to keep you company."

"Keep me company?"

"In whatever fashion you want."

Fay looked at her intently, trying to figure out if she was serious. "Like who?"

"Anyone. You tell me."

"Merlin, I feel like this place is a whorehouse or something."

"It is. Except everything's free. Do you want me to send someone up later? You would be in control and you could use the bed behind us."

She frowned at the hanging curtains. Hermione reached out and squeezed her hand.

"The Pride is like an alternate universe, Fay. You can do anything you want here. It's safe, and the normal rules don't apply."

"Er, do you think Neville would be interested?" she asked uncertainly.

"I know he would. He got hot over the summer, didn't he?"

"Hell yes, he did."

Hermione's eyes scanned the room. Neville was sitting on a couch, making out with Ginny. Both were totally nude, and she was tugging on his cock, in plain view of everyone.

"Do you want me to send him up later?"

Fay sighed. "Alright, fuck it. I'm really horny. Don't interrupt them though."

Hermione did an internal victory dance. "I won't. Have fun watching everyone from up here. Do me a favor and count your orgasms tonight. I bet you have at least two before Neville shows up."

She laughed at the stunned look that crossed her roommate's face and headed downstairs.

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Hermione breathed deeply in satisfaction as Dean walked away. She could feel his cum dripping out of her into the seat. Her body still thrummed with desire, even without lust potion. It wasn't available tonight. They had been using it too frequently, and Martigan's pockets weren't limitless. That hadn't stopped the night from descending into drunken debauchery. She counted it a blessing that there were only three quidditch games per year.

She stared up into the darkened alcove, wondering if Fay had just watched her get tenderly ravished by Dean's huge cock. She'd made certain to position her body so that someone watching from above could see every slow penetration, and just how thoroughly he stretched her. She would bet serious galleons that Fay was still there, her hand between her legs. Or perhaps in the bed being ravished herself. She had relayed the message to Neville, but that was more than an hour ago and she had been lost in her own little world since then.

Her eyes roved the room. Ginny was riding Dane Murphy in a cushioned chair across from her. After the craziness of the Polyjuice party, she had mostly come out of her shell and embraced everything the Pride had to offer. She wasn't as brazen as herself or Angelina or Jo, but Hermione felt strangely proud of her. They had grown close quickly, and she secretly enjoyed the way Ginny mocked her for being such a shameless whore.

Harry was holding Angelina down, pinning her roughly to a couch while she pretended to fight back. They looked like two kids roughhousing naked, and she was pleased to see it. He seemed less careworn after the match, and anything that would relieve his burden was welcome. He'd cornered her earlier to chastise her over the incident between Demelza and Ginny, promising a punishment worthy of a prefect. A punishment from Harry was certain to be of the pleasant variety. Perhaps if she goaded him, he would deliver it sooner rather than later. It had been a while since he'd made her ass smart from his smacks, and he did have a point.

Cho was on a nearby couch, making funny noises as she was pounded by Latimer Sykes. They had smuggled her in through the Room of Requirement, with a strict warning not to talk about it. They had yet to decide how to explain it to anyone. Her excitement at learning of the back door to the Pride had been something to behold.

Demelza Robins was sitting right next to Cho in George's lap. This was the first time she had seen her out in the open. She looked a little drunk and was giggling as George sucked on one of her nipples.

Hermione felt a funny urge to make sure all the newbies were settling in well. No wonder Angelina had picked her as a successor. She had probably decided it halfway through last year.

Her eyes searched for Colin. He wasn't in view, but one of the beds had its curtains mostly drawn, and she could make out a small pile of bodies. She got up and made her way toward it.

Parting the curtains curiously, she found what she was hoping to see. Fred was on his knees and gently fucking Lee from behind, pushing into his ass with long, slow strokes, his cock glistening with lube. Lee was bent over, his head between Colin's legs. The younger boy's eyes were closed. His mouth hung open in bliss as Lee suckled on his little cock.

She smiled, and her sense of smugness returned. It had been Ginny's idea to bring in Colin, but both had helped make it happen.

No one noticed her presence, so she decided to watch for a while. She didn't particularly enjoy anal sex, but it was delightful to witness boys pleasuring each other. It turned her on to see Fred's long cock sliding in and out of Lee's ass. Lee clearly loved it. His cock was hard, and he was stroking it with one hand while the other kneaded Colin's ball sack.

Hermione grew wet again just watching them, and unconsciously pressed a finger into her clit.

Fred picked up his pace, now breathing hard. His thighs smacked roughly against Lee. Half a minute later, he groaned and flexed his ass as he filled his friend full of cum. It was enough to send Colin over the edge too. He thrust his hips into Lee's face and panted with a look of utter transport. She rubbed her clit back and forth, the ache between her legs roaring back to life.

Fred pulled out of Lee and smacked his ass. Lee rolled over, his hard cock laying across his belly. Colin sat back on his elbows, still smiling. He opened his eyes and saw her standing there.

"Hermione!"

"Hi, Colin. Having a good time?"

"Yes! This place is the best!"

She laughed at his enthusiasm.

Lee smirked. "He likes having his tiny cock sucked."

"Yes, I do," Colin agreed. "And I like sucking big ones even more."

"Would you like to join us?" Lee asked.

There was no need to even consider the question. She was ready to bend over for anyone who was available. "I thought you'd never ask. Where do you want me?"

Fred looked at Lee and grinned. "Well, it occurs to me, milady, that there are three cocks present, and you have three available orifices. A delightful coincidence, I must say."

"Oh, Merlin."

"It might be more than the poor girl can handle, Fred," Lee said.

"Nonsense. Gryffindors don't back down from challenges. Especially not our Hermione."

Hermione looked between them with amusement. Three cocks penetrating her. One in her pussy, one in her ass, and one in her mouth. Despite all she'd done in the Pride, she'd never experienced that, and grew wetter just imagining it.

"I'm always willing to learn something new," she said, "but whoever goes in the backdoor better be gentle and use lube."

Fred held up a tube of it and used his wand to scourgify his cock. "We've got everything we need to satisfy a slutty lioness. We'll give you an experience you'll never forget."

"Then I am at your disposal, boys."

"Reverse cowgirl, you think, Lee?" Fred asked him.

"Works for me. I'll take bottom."

"I'll take top, and Colin, my friend, you can fill her mouth with your charming little appendage. We'll switch positions later if she doesn't pass out from pleasure."

Hermione grew soaking wet in anticipation as Lee lubed up his cock. He grinned at her and lay down flat on his back.

"Alright, hop on up. Reverse cowgirl, but I'll be in your ass."

She nervously climbed atop him. No one had ravished both her holes at the same time since Harry and Angelina. He held up his cock for her, and she squatted over it. His fingers coated her asshole with lube, and she shivered at the cold sensation. Lee gently guided her down, and she groaned as she felt him slip inside. Her sphincter flexed around him, shocked at the girth of the intruder, but finally relaxed and let him pass. She dropped her weight on him until he was buried deep inside her ass. His cock was pressing against a sensitive spot that only intensified her desire for release.

"Lay back against me now."

She did so, her back resting against his chest. Lee lifted her legs, exposing her pussy to Fred. Arousal dripped from within her folds. The Weasley twin leaned down and teased her clit with his tongue, rubbing little circles while he stroked himself, trying to get hard again.

He licked her lips from top to bottom, tasting her juices and pressing his tongue inside her until she was moaning. It felt like he was feasting on her pussy, and she couldn't stop her asshole from flexing around Lee's cock. Her pussy gripped Fred's tongue, in need of a more proper filling.

"Oh, for God's sake, put it in," she begged.

Fred snickered and rubbed his cock against her sopping folds in a teasing motion. Before she could protest further, he thrust inside her, burying himself to the hilt. She gasped in surprise at feeling so full. Their cocks stretched her so thoroughly that she already felt on the edge of orgasm. He leaned forward, pressing his weight against her, and kissed her lustily. She had never felt so imprisoned. It was like being in the middle of a sandwich made of hard, male flesh.

Fred broke their kiss and smiled. "And now you need a lovely little cock for your lovely little mouth. Colin?"

Colin went to his knees and loomed beside her, exposing his hard cock to her face. From underneath he looked even smaller. She turned her head and took his swollen crown into her mouth.

"Gentlemen, let's make her moan like the glorious whore she is," Fred said gleefully.

All three of them began thrusting gently. Lee moved his hands to her hips and pulled her down onto his cock. Fred pushed deep into her from above. Colin bucked his hips, his cock sliding back and forth along her tongue.

Hermione closed her eyes at the overwhelming sensations. She gave up and went limp, letting the boys use her body however they wanted. They pushed and pulled her, thrust into her and then released her. She felt like a castaway being tossed about by sinuous waves. Every part of her was being caressed by hands and cocks and thighs and chests. She couldn't focus on anything but the little pulses of pleasure that came pouring in from everywhere. Her head lolled and she felt Colin grab it and turn it toward him. She opened her lips and he tenderly fucked her face while the other boys thrust more forcefully into her.

She moaned as Fred pressed his hips into hers and slid his cock deeper inside her. Lee thrusted as far as he could into her ass. Dear God, she could feel their cocks meet within her, rubbing against each other across the thin membrane of flesh that separated one canal from the other. They were timing their thrusts, and she felt tears well in her eyes as Fred slid across her g-spot just as Lee filled her ass.

Her stomach quivered. Any second now she would dissolve into a puddle of goo. Her first orgasm built and built and then struck like lightning. Her pussy gushed like never before, her whole body contracted, and she whimpered pitifully around Colin's cock. He burst into her mouth, flooding it with sticky cum, but she was aware of nothing but the ecstatic spasms of her cunt and her asshole.

The boys continued manipulating her body with slow, sinuous thrusts even as she came down. Hermione panted for breath around Colin's gooey cock, vaguely aware that they were taking their time with her. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. Fred reached down to rub her clit and it sent a shock straight to her core. Her body was ready to cum again, and she was desperate for it to happen.

"We're just getting started with you, my dear," Fred said, his cock still sliding against Lee's. "You won't be able to remember your name afterwards."

She whimpered again as Colin rubbed his little crown along her tongue, half-hoping that they were right.

The curtains parted, and she caught a glimpse of Harry. He stood and watched her with a sly smile.

"Hey, fellas. Anyone need a breather?"

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Author's Note: No, that's not Harry's revenge. Next chapter features the return of Daphne and Tracey, as well as a sprung trap. Things are about to get interesting. As always, thanks for reading.