The Lust of Gryffindors
Chapter 39: The Winter Solstice
The end of term was drawing near, and Harry couldn't smother his dread. It didn't matter how much wonderfully hot sex he had, and he was having a lot of it. The winter solstice would occur on December 21st. Students would be returning home for break the next day. Without a miracle, they would unknowingly enter a darker world.
The school had mostly moved past Nott's disappearance and the death of Lucius Malfoy. The events held no relevance for the vast majority, and there were exams to study for.
He found it difficult to care about the usual anxieties of Hogwarts. Not even the planning for the Pride's end-of-term party was a sufficient distraction. With no Yule Ball this year, everyone was calling it a 'Solstice Party,' unaware that the term now had a different meaning for him. It was the shortest day and longest night of the year, perfect for dark rituals.
Susan met with him twice more during the week, and she almost succeeded in taking his mind off things. Now that she knew she could trust him, the girl was voracious. She had decided they made excellent lovers, and was persistent in making it happen.
They met once more in the Hufflepuff prefect room after curfew. Two days later they met in the prefects' bath. Both times Harry had come away exhausted but happy. Susan could have regular multiple orgasms, and that translated into long sessions where they constantly changed positions. He couldn't believe how thoroughly she wanted to be sated, or just how well their bodies fit together.
She especially liked for him to pound her from behind, slamming his hips into her ass until it rolled with delightful waves. She could throw herself back on his cock like no one else. Her pussy grew so wet, and spread open so wonderfully, that there was no chance of hurting her. Just like Lavender, she also liked him to play with her huge breasts.
It amazed him that such a wholesome girl could coo such filthy words in his ear. Immediately after their sessions, Susan returned to being the sweetheart who mothered firsties. The more time they spent together, the more she reminded him of a young Madam Pomfrey. It made him wonder what the nurse did behind closed doors.
He met with Tracey and Daphne again too, and both were disappointed that he didn't show up with more Polyjuice. It might have been a mistake to give them a taste of its potential, he now realized. Daphne was quite serious about turning him into a girl and taking revenge for the way he controlled her during their sessions. She had a deep submissive streak, but there was no dispelling her innate sense of superiority. It didn't help matters when he teased her about how much she'd enjoyed fucking her best friend. Nor did it help when he again buried her face in the pillow, and commanded her to beg for his cock while that friend watched and laughed.
As much as he enjoyed his time with Daphne, Tracey, Susan, Hermione, and his pridemates, they were starting to wear him out. He was actually thankful that Padma Patil wasn't interested in him.
When he wasn't sneaking around the halls in his invisibility cloak, he walked them surrounded by people. Dobby watched him surreptitiously, and he was often flanked by Hermione, Ron, and others. His friends were taking his security seriously, unsure if Death Eaters would make another attempt to kidnap him.
Ron wasn't privy to all the details, but he knew that Voldemort was attempting to come back. It warmed Harry's heart that he wanted to do his duty. If only he could stop Ron from bragging about his conquest of Tamsin, things would work out well. It had taken only two renditions of 'did you see what I was doing with her, mate?' for him to tell Ron to shut up.
He couldn't wait for the solstice to be over, one way or the other. Everyone's attention was getting annoying.
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His research was finished. So too was the final enchantment. It had taken a few weeks to get it right, especially in secret, but Harry was proud of himself. It felt good to focus on something that didn't involve Voldemort. He had no doubt that Hermione would be proud of him too, even though the magic was designed to be used on her.
She had been inviting tonight to happen for quite some time, and she knew it. It wasn't about revenge. She'd committed no crimes against him, and had gone out of her way to be supportive in the aftermath of Malfoy's death. This was about punishing and reassuring a naughty girl.
Lately she had enjoyed provoking him a little too much. She'd grown careless with his body around others too. Frankly, he thought she was becoming too obsessed with sex in general. It wasn't like her to perform the bare minimum of prefect duties, and that had become the norm. She needed a reminder of who Hermione Granger was, and that he still relied on her.
Tonight was about addressing all of those things, but mostly it was an excuse to have some kinky fun with her.
A few members of the Pride were aware of his plan and had agreed to help. There was little for them to do but enjoy the show. After dinner, Harry waited near the girls' stairs under his invisibility cloak. He had arranged to meet Hermione for a private session.
She descended the stairs at the appointed time and searched the Pride for him. She never saw the stunner that sent her tumbling to the floor.
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Hermione awoke groggily at first, then all at once. She stared at the scarlet canopy in confusion. How had she gotten here? She tried to move, and suddenly realized that she was tied to a bed. And nude. Silk restraints bound her wrists and ankles to all four corners of the bed. She yanked on them, trying not to panic, but they refused to give.
A quick look around relieved her worries. The bed curtains were wide open, and beyond them lay the familiar surroundings of the Pride, including several people.
She flinched at a caress of her cheek, and turned her head. Harry stood at the edge of the bed wearing an evil grin. She almost laughed. So this was his revenge? She'd been expecting something soon—had almost been goading him to do it—for reasons that weren't entirely clear even to her.
It seemed the moment was at hand.
Hermione opened her mouth to ask him a question, but no sound came out. She frowned and tried again, with the same result.
"You've been silenced," he said.
Why? she mouthed.
"You'll find out soon enough."
She stuck out her tongue at him. Whatever punishment he had dreamt up, it would no doubt be pleasurable.
He caressed her cheek again. "You need a reminder."
Of what? she tried to say.
"That actions have consequences. And that we're partners, as you reminded me recently. We agreed to watch each other's backs, so that we wouldn't lose ourselves to this place."
She raised an eyebrow.
"You've been overstepping your bounds, naughty girl. Using up all the Polyjuice potion. Trying to shag me with my own cock. Sharing my body with other girls. Taking risks with it. You've become obsessed with sex, haven't you? You're barely performing your prefect duties. Next you'll be neglecting your OWLs. We can't let that happen."
Hermione huffed, but made no sound. His words were an exaggeration, but there was a kernel of truth to them. She'd gone a little overboard in pursuing her latest obsession, and had indeed been provoking him. It felt strangely satisfying to be admonished for it.
What are you going to do? she mouthed.
Harry smiled. "I taught myself to do some simple enchanting. I think you'll be proud of my work."
He pulled out his wand. Three small, pink feathers levitated from the bed. With a muttered word, they shot toward her body. Two hovered above her nipples, and one above her clit. The feathers began swishing back and forth as they lowered themselves. She shivered as they made contact with her body, and noted that they were extremely soft.
It was moderately impressive work, she supposed, but how could such gentle caresses count as punishment? If anything, the touch of the feathers was pleasant.
"I know what you're thinking," Harry said. "He made some feathers move? So what? Let's give it a couple hours and see what you think then."
He kissed her cheek and left.
Hermione sighed and lay still, wondering if he really intended to leave her alone for two hours. She had reading to do, and had imagined that his punishment would involve rough sex. Maybe some hair-pulling and spanking. Not this.
It took about five minutes for her to realize the true nature of his plan. The brushing of the feathers against her body was maddening. They teased her nipples until both grew painfully hard. The delicate caressing of her clit left her desperate to be touched. But no one was nearby. The rest of the Pride seemed to be ignoring her plight.
She thrust her hips into the feather between her legs, trying to force it more firmly against her clit, but the feather retreated. So did the ones tickling her nipples. They hovered just out of reach, and didn't descend again until she stopped squirming. Then their teasing strokes resumed.
Hermione cursed in her head. Harry's enchantment was indeed impressive. He was going to tease her until she was mad with lust, but not let her cum. Two hours of this would leave her a quivering mess.
She tried to shout for him, but no sound came out. A quick look around the room revealed that Lavender and Parvati were watching her. They wore wicked smirks. No help would be coming from that quarter. She closed her eyes in a fruitless attempt to ignore what was happening to her body.
An hour later, Hermione was inventing obscene, outlandish swear words. Most of them involved doing physically impossible things to Harry. The damned feathers would simply not stop swishing. They seemed almost sentient. Every time she drew close to orgasm, they withdrew. It was futile to thrust her body against them.
Her pussy was soaking wet, aching with the desire to be filled. She could feel her arousal seeping out of her and rolling down her ass cheeks. There was probably a puddle on the bed. Her nipples were agonizingly hard, tingling with a mixture of pleasure and pain. If the feathers hadn't been so soft, they would probably be raw. Her clit was bright pink, and so swollen that she could look down and see it standing at attention.
The need to cum was overwhelming. The relentless teasing had almost brought her to orgasm six times, but each time release had been denied her.
Several people had stopped by to watch the show. Lavender and Parvati had mocked her predicament and masturbated right in front of her. Demelza had taken delight in pretending to touch her. She'd slid her hands along her body, hovering an inch above her skin, but never made contact.
She had yet to see Harry. He was probably watching everything from beneath his bloody cloak.
Hermione shouted at everyone she saw—begged them to touch her—but they all refused. Most laughed.
Angelina and Lee brought a chair in front of her bed. She was forced to watch as they fucked right in front of her. Angelina made ridiculously dramatic noises when she came. Ginny led Dean to the bed and sucked his cock inches away from her face. She slurped on it for ten minutes, and asked him constantly whether he wanted to cum. When he finally did, she pointed him at Hermione's face. He painted it until she was dripping, and Ginny took special care to wipe some of his cum beneath her nostrils.
The sights and smells and sounds of sex were slowly driving her mad. The teasing feathers offered no respite, and she couldn't do a thing about it.
Hermione wasn't certain how much time had passed when Harry finally showed up. He arrived at the bed with Alicia Spinnet in tow. The two watched her with silly smiles as she shook and panted with desire. Her body was perspiring, and a long bead of sweat ran down her temple.
Though they couldn't hear her, she ranted at them, wanting nothing more than to curse the grin off Harry's face. Or perhaps to kiss him. Despite her current state, a small part of her had to admire what he had reduced her to.
Please! she mouthed at him.
"What's that?" he asked. "You want us to have sex in front of you? I suppose we can do that, you dirty girl."
Alicia giggled at the look on her face. "Merlin, look how wet her pussy is. It's drooling everywhere. Her clit looks angry."
"The poor girl is desperate. Let's give her a show."
Hermione groaned in silent misery as Alicia climbed onto the bed. She stood directly above her face, her feet on either side, and placed her hands against the wall. Harry stepped up behind her, careful not to touch Hermione's body.
She could only watch from below as Harry rubbed the tip of his cock along Alicia's wet folds and then slid himself inside her. She noted absently that Alicia had shaved her pubic hair. Her clit stood out boldly, and she gazed at it with longing as it was teased back and forth by nimble fingers.
"Oh, that feels so good, Harry," Alicia said. "You're going to make me cum."
"You've been a good girl. Be patient, and I'll make it happen."
They fucked at a languorous pace. Hermione watched every second, unable to tear her eyes away as the feathers tortured her. Harry's cock looked huge from this angle, and Alicia was so wet that she could smell her arousal. Each time he slid into her, Hermione whimpered in silent desperation. Her pussy ached with the need to be filled. The way Alicia's lips spread around his girth was almost too much to witness.
"How does my cock feel?" Harry asked.
"Wonderful," Alicia panted. "Hermione doesn't know what she's missing."
He peeked beneath his body and winked at her. "I bet she does."
She growled helplessly and pulled against the restraints. The feathers seemed to go faster. They again pulled away when she thrust her hips from the bed.
It was another five minutes before Alicia came. Harry followed soon after, but he pulled out of her at the moment of release. He spurted all over her bare folds, soaking them with his cum. Alicia stood still afterwards, looking down at Hermione's face and letting his cum drip onto her. One gooey stripe trailed all the way to her nose, and dozens of little droplets fell elsewhere.
When she was finally finished, Alicia leaned down and caressed her belly. The sudden contact made her flinch.
She laughed. "Sorry, Hermione. He asked me to talk like that. Don't hurt me later."
As soon as she left, Harry leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Enjoying your punishment?"
Hermione looked at him with burning, pleading eyes. His face was close enough that she could turn her head and kiss him. He let her, and it immediately turned passionate, even though part of her wanted to bite off his tongue.
He pulled away with a smile. "Going to behave like a good little girl from now on?"
Yes! she shouted helplessly.
"Good. I know you've been feeling excluded. Don't forget how much I need you, even if you can't always fight at my side. And don't forget that I'll punish you if you lose yourself in here, or take too many risks, or forget that there's more to life than sex, my dear partner."
Harry flicked his wand, and the feathers floated away from her body. Hermione sighed in relief. The silken bonds didn't release her, and the silencing charm remained. Before she could complain, he moved between her legs.
When his tongue caressed her clit, her whole body convulsed. She hardly dared to breathe as her longed-for release approached. It came from deep in her belly like an overwhelming tide. His tongue swirled the tiniest of circles around her engorged nub, rubbing its sensitive underside, and she let out a silent scream.
Hermione shivered in ecstasy as orgasm finally—finally—overpowered her. Her mind almost shut down, and she was barely aware of soaking his face with the power of her release. Her clit felt like it was trying to turn itself inside out, and it was beyond wonderful.
She panted roughly as she came down. Harry curled up next to her. It took her a moment to realize that she could hear the sound of her own ragged breathing.
"Harry Potter!" she gasped.
"Yes?"
"You bitch! If you don't fuck me right this instant, I'll take revenge of my own!"
He laughed, but quickly obliged her. For his own safety, he left her bound while he made love to her. He didn't want her to learn about the bruise on her forehead until later. He'd forgotten to catch her when he stunned her.
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"So I've been ordered to ask you for a specific Christmas present," Harry said into the mirror. "Either on my own behalf, or Hermione's, or a certain club's. Whichever one convinces you."
"What's that?" Sirius asked.
"Polyjuice, and lots of it."
He laughed. "Oh, Merlin. You took over 60 vials with you! What have you been doing with it?"
"You don't want to know, but it's mostly Hermione's fault."
"Don't let go of that girl, Harry. She's a keeper, even if you're not dating her."
"I'll try to remember that when she ramps up our OWL study schedule."
"I'll see what I can do. I've got plenty of the stuff left, but I want to keep some in reserve for the Order. I won't leave my perverted godson in dire straits though."
"Your perverted godson can't wait to get out of this castle for winter break. He's getting more paranoid by the day."
"Don't worry. We'll take the bastard down in whatever form he's in. At least we'll know something in a few days."
"I suppose. Is it going to be awkward at Grimmauld when I show up?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the Malfoys are still there, and I did just kill Lucius."
"Oh. No, it'll be fine, I think. Draco doesn't know the details. Just that his father attacked you, and your bodyguards killed him. He probably still hates you, but I doubt he'll leave his room."
"Narcissa knows?"
"She does. She insisted on watching the memory."
"Merlin. I still don't know how to take her thank-you note. Is she really not angry with me?"
"Nope, I promise. I had the same concern. She 'mourned' for maybe two days, but since then she's been in a good mood."
"I just can't imagine being pleased that your husband is dead."
Sirius shrugged. "The arsewipe was trying to kill her. You set her free. I don't think there was ever much affection there anyway."
"Do you actually talk to her, or does she stay on the fifth floor the whole time?"
"She's down here every day when no one's around. She's got no one to talk to but me, Remus, a deranged elf, and her twat of a son. I'm the best available option. She's never going to win a Miss Congeniality award, but she's polite at least."
"How do you even know what that is? It's—never mind, I don't want to know. I'm just thankful she made those vows. Otherwise, I'd be afraid of a curse in the back."
"A poisoned chalice is more her style. She's too busy scheming to worry about you anyway. She plans to get House Malfoy up and running again for Draco's sake."
"Are they leaving Grimmauld then?"
"In a couple months maybe. This is still the safest place for them, even if there aren't any elves waiting on them to leave the house."
"Well, at least she won't be glaring daggers at me for two weeks. I was worried it would make things weird."
"Cheer up, Harry. I'll make sure we have a happy Christmas, no matter what else happens. If I need to, I'll drag you and Moony both to Madame Clarissa's. You don't know what you're missing."
Harry rolled his eyes. The last thing he wanted for Christmas was more sex.
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"That's it, Neville," Hermione whispered, her eyes closed in bliss. "That feels so good."
Neville thrust into her slowly, his cock sliding through her walls at a luxurious pace, before retreating and thrusting into her again. Her legs were spread wide in invitation, dangling over the chair as they fucked. She loved the sound her pussy made when he slid through her.
The winter solstice party raged around them, though 'raged' wasn't the proper word. The Pride was full of mirth rather than lust. People wandered around in Santa hats and elf costumes, joking and laughing and enjoying the end of term. Conjured snowflakes fell from the ceiling. The Weasley twins had tied ribbons around the bases of their cocks and attached little sprigs of mistletoe. Molly Beckwith continually poured egg nog all over her nipples and invited everyone she saw to lick it off. Jo Hampson wore a silver mask that had nothing to do with Christmas, but lent an air of jollity to the festivities nonetheless.
Hermione was reclining on a cushioned Victorian chair while Neville hovered over her. She kept her hand away from her clit, intent only on savoring the pleasures of slow, deep penetration. Tonight wasn't about going wild.
"I love your cock, Neville," she cooed. "See how wet you made me? That's all because of you."
"Yeah," he answered softly.
He was watching himself fill her, admiring the slickness of his cock every time he pulled out, and the little sounds she made when he pushed back in. Hermione was pleased with Neville's transformation, and made certain to praise him whenever they were together. He responded well to it, and since their first time together, his confidence had risen considerably. He was no longer afraid of her, even if he preferred to be with Lavender or Ginny. He still couldn't quite believe he was allowed to fuck any of them.
She moaned as the tip of his cock pressed against her g-spot. His breaths were coming faster, and she could tell that he would burst soon. Neville's endurance wasn't very high, especially when she talked dirty.
"Fill my pussy with your cum," she whispered. "I need it so much. Every drop."
He thrust into her several more times, then slid himself to the hilt and groaned. His cock pulsed deep within her. She sighed as the little waves of rapture overcame her.
"Thank you, Neville. That was wonderful."
"You're welcome. You don't want to finish?"
"No, I'm not in a hurry."
He pecked her on the forehead before moving away.
She'd already had several lovers tonight, and didn't feel the need for another orgasm. She leaned back and relaxed, her legs still spread wide, and shivered as Neville's cum oozed out of her. It still thrilled her to be in such a position. If they cared to look, anyone in the room could see her spread-eagled on the chair, her wet cunt exposed and dripping with cum.
Hermione shifted so she would be on display to the alcove. Fay was up there right now with Dean, and, if she happened to be looking, would have a perfect view. It was exhilarating to expose what had once been the most hidden aspect of herself.
Her eyes sought out Harry. He was in no mood for a party—not when other, terrible things might be happening tonight—but she had insisted that he attend. He needed a pleasurable distraction. It took her a minute to find him among the sea of bodies.
He was reclining on one of the couches. Katie Bell was in his lap and riding him slowly. She was laughing and talking, clearly a little drunk. He was smiling in return, and it made her happy to see it.
Katie was just what he needed tonight. She was sporty and shameless and not remotely serious about anything. Her attitude never failed to tease some amusement out of him. It was frustrating that she couldn't always play that role herself, but she had realized last year that she couldn't be all things for Harry, just as he couldn't be all things for her.
It was a difficult truth to accept, but the words he'd spoken after her 'punishment' last week were a relief. So was the effort he'd put into the whole affair. He understood how she was feeling. He'd articulated her feelings even more clearly than she could, and had pledged again to watch over her. No matter how obsessed she became with her work, she wanted Harry to need her, just as she needed him. It was nice to be reminded that she was in no danger of being replaced.
Perhaps that was why she had been taunting him so much. It didn't escape her notice how many other girls were enamored with him, even if they would make poor girlfriends for him. Lavender had taken to calling him 'Hare-Bear,' inducing eyerolls from everyone in the vicinity. But some of the others? She decided not to dwell on it, though it was obvious that she and Harry would have to talk eventually.
No matter what happened, she intended to keep watch over his happiness.
A loud giggle pulled her out of her reverie. On a nearby loveseat, Colin Creevey was on his back, his legs wide open as Demelza Robins buggered him with a strap-on. Ginny sat next to them, smiling and whispering something filthy in his ear while she teased his soft cock between two fingers. His belly was coated with his own cum, and she'd no doubt have him ready to burst again soon.
Merlin, she loved this place. The Pride could have been something sordid and dark, but instead it was like a miracle of good will. Its members were actually kinder and more generous within it than without. If only they could get rid of Voldemort, life would be perfect.
She looked at her watch for the twentieth time of the night. Harry was likely keeping track of the hour too. It was almost midnight. Was Voldemort being resurrected at this very instant? If so, there was nothing to be done about it. Especially not at a party meant to celebrate the exact opposite of what the monster stood for.
Even if he returned, she hoped that this atmosphere would continue into the spring. The Pride was their refuge from the world, and neither wanted to give any Dark Lords the power to intrude here.
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An hour later, Hermione smiled as her tongue played with Ginny's. They had never pleasured each other when both were in their own bodies, but it was a night for fun and who really cared anyway? Ginny was riding Harry in reverse cowgirl, a position she had never tried before, while Hermione knelt beside them, teasing Ginny's clit with her fingers and kissing her so messily that slobber was running down her chin.
They had cornered Harry and dragged him into the bed thirty minutes ago, intent on obliterating his worries. He had already finished with her. Now the youngest Weasley was getting ravished too.
Ginny whimpered into her mouth as Harry lifted her ass and then pulled her down onto him again. The position they were in was a voyeur's dream. The bedcurtains were open, with Ginny's legs spread wide and facing the room. Her hips were thrust out and her fiery little bush was on display. Anyone could witness the pink lips of her pussy stretched around Harry's girth as he slid in and out of her.
She couldn't help but marvel at Ginny. Over the past few months, she had grown increasingly comfortable with the dynamics of the Pride. She no longer cared if even the twins saw her in the throes of passion. Hermione had caught her surreptitiously watching George as he fucked Jo one evening. She'd decided to keep that delicious little morsel to herself.
"Oh, shit, rub faster," Ginny moaned, breaking off their kiss and closing her eyes.
Harry was pushing up on her ass and dropping roughly her now. She bounced off his hips as his cock was shoved deep inside her. Hermione looked down and saw that she was creaming all over it. She rubbed faster, pressing her clit into her mound.
Ginny grimaced and inhaled sharply. "Fucking Merlin!"
Harry drove into her faster, Hermione rubbed harder, and Ginny's abs contracted, pulling her body forward. She almost wailed as she spasmed around his cock, and Hermione was stunned to see her flood the bedsheets with her fluids. It pulsed out of her in little squirts, in time with her contractions. A few of them spurted out onto the floor six feet away.
She fought not to laugh. She had seen Ginny squirt before. The youngest Weasley frequently gushed when she had an intense orgasm, but this was something else. She seemed to have lost control of her body. Her legs shook as a seemingly endless stream of fluid was shaken out of her.
"Stop rubbing!" she gasped.
Harry was still pummeling her pussy, seeking his own release. He grunted and came after another dozen hard thrusts. Hermione tickled his balls and watched them pulse as he filled her with cum. It trickled out of her soaked pussy almost immediately.
He released his grip on Ginny's hips. She sat down on him, his cock still buried deep within her. She was breathing heavily, her eyes closed and her hair disheveled. She blinked her way back to alertness and became aware of the mess she'd made. Her face turned bright red at the sound of nearby hands clapping.
"Oh, my God," she whispered, looking at Hermione's soaked hand, the wet sheets, and the shining stripes of fluid on the carpet. "Did I do all that?"
Hermione giggled and kissed the edge of her gaping mouth. "Yes, you did. Don't be embarrassed."
"Fuck."
She sighed and lay down next to Harry, draping her leg across him. Hermione followed suit on the other side of him.
"That was awesome," he said, almost delirious after having been so thoroughly shagged tonight.
"Yes, it was," Ginny murmured into his shoulder. "And embarrassing."
"I think you made her squirt about two liters, Harry."
"Shut up, whore."
He laughed. "I wish I could have seen it."
Ginny bit his shoulder. "One day I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll squirt too. I'll do it with your own cock, as soon as we get more Polyjuice."
Hermione grinned at the pained look that crossed his face. Harry hadn't participated in her experiment of late, but it was fun to tease him. He might be a voyeur, but he wasn't naturally submissive, and being in a girl's body almost forced him into that role. It was always satisfying when he took his revenge later.
"Why do so many of you want to turn me into a girl and pound me?" he complained.
"Only two of us have done it, unless you're hiding something. Got a confession to make?"
"No."
Hermione smirked but held her tongue. She knew he had taken four doses of their Polyjuice stash for his own use, and suspected that he had used them with Tracey Davis. Given how close the girl was to Daphne Greengrass, she also suspected Harry was getting more Slytherin action than he let on. With that many doses, there might even be some genderswapping involved, depending on how much he humored them.
"Don't you like it when I fill you with your big cock, Harry?" Ginny pouted. "You came really hard the last time we played."
"The only time we played, you mean, and you lasted like ten seconds."
"He just doesn't like submitting to us. That's why he puts his face in the pillow."
Harry reached over and tweaked her nipple. "You wouldn't want to see your own face while you were getting fucked by your own cock either."
"Should we find another cock?" Ginny asked. "How about Dean?"
They both laughed at the look he gave them. "No."
"Aww, that's no fun. We're shagging our own bodies too, remember."
"And you're both insane. Just be careful where you molest my body when you're alone. No more Demelza incidents."
"I said I was sorry."
"I know. I'm just teasing."
Hermione lay her head down on his shoulder too. "Feeling any better?"
"Yes, and thank you. I know what you're doing. I—"
Before he could finish, a body jumped through the open curtains and landed right in the middle of their little pile. Harry took most of the blow, and groaned in pain as a wriggling Angelina made herself comfortable. She lay down on her back, half-covering all three of them. Her fingers were wrapped around a thick purple dildo.
She spread her arms with a huge smile. "Hello, my pretties! What a lovely mound of flesh this is. Can I add to it?"
"You already did," Harry said, wrapping his arms around her to massage her breasts.
"Is this part of your kinky experiment or just extracurricular fun?"
"Extracurricular," Hermione answered, "and hush."
Angelina had already participated once in her Polyjuice experiment, turning into Harry and ravishing both her and Ginny. She'd written five pages on the experience afterwards, and added another five based on everything she'd learned in the Pride. The girl was practically an expert on sex, and her perspective would be invaluable when it came time to organize her 'research' into something publishable.
She squirmed atop the three of them and reached out to touch anyone she could reach.
Hermione winced and removed her knee from her hip. "Merlin, you're heavy. Did you dose yourself tonight?"
"Yep. I'm horny as hell and I want to be pleasured by all my minions. It's my last Christmas at Hogwarts."
Harry rolled her rock-hard nipples between his fingers. "You've come to the right place, Captain."
"Who wants to fuck me first?"
"I need a little rest," he said, "but the girls have fingers and tongues, and you've got quite a toy in your hand."
"Yes, I do. Somebody stuff it inside me and go to work."
Ginny pried the dildo from her hand, then scooted between her legs. Hermione reached down to tease her clit with her fingers. Harry squeezed her breasts with an increasingly firm grip and suckled on her neck.
"Ah, that's the good stuff," Angelina said with a sigh.
"This is for all those extra laps you made me fly," Ginny said, and shoved the thick dildo inside her as hard as she could.
Angelina grunted, but didn't even wince. "You'll have to fuck me a lot harder than that, Gin-Gin, if you want to play in a game again."
Ginny twisted the dildo and frowned. "Bloody hell, you're a sopping mess. How many people have you shagged tonight?"
"I'm aiming for everybody in the room. Now get to work."
Harry pulled her closer. It was going to be a sad day when Angelina left Hogwarts. The Pride wouldn't be the same without her. "You heard her, girls. Let's make our dear leader scream."
The trio began attacking her in earnest. Ginny plunged the dildo into her hard and fast, twisting and turning it until Angelina's muscular body was writhing on top of Harry's. Hermione rubbed her clit in circles while he squeezed her breasts and pulled on her nipples from underneath. His cock was trapped between her ass cheeks, and her squirming made him hard again.
"Hold on," he said. "This picture isn't complete."
The girls stopped moving as he lifted her ass and pressed his cock against her tight sphincter. Angie shifted her weight to give him better access. His crown slipped inside her ass, then he jerked down on her hips and sheathed himself inside her all at once. She gasped as he pulled her body against his again.
"Oh, my fucking God," she moaned.
Ginny laughed and resumed fucking her with the dildo. Harry grabbed her hips and slid in and out of her ass with increasingly hard thrusts. Hermione teased either side of her clit until it was standing upright, and soon Angelina was a panting mess. Both her cunt and her ass were full, and she was so wet that the thick dildo slid into her with ease.
With the lust potion flowing through her veins, it didn't take long for such treatment to overwhelm her. Her whole body went stiff as she came. Harry closed his eyes to savor the way her asshole gripped and released his cock in ecstatic little contractions. Ginny didn't cease slamming the dildo into her until she went limp.
He hadn't finished yet, and it was difficult to thrust with her simply lying on top of him. In a moment of inspiration, he rolled them over, pressing her face into the bed and leaving his cock buried in her ass. She groaned at the sudden change of position. It made the dildo stretch her in unimaginable ways. Harry pulled her hips back until they were both on their knees. He smacked an ass cheek, delighted at the success of the maneuver.
"Much better, but she needs something to do with her tongue now."
"That's true," Hermione agreed. "Even leaders have to do their share of the work."
She lay down in front of Angelina's face and spread her legs, exposing her glistening folds.
"Get to work, Queen Whore," she commanded, and pulled the older girl's face closer.
Angelina laughed and slid her tongue along Hermione's wet clit just as Harry began thrusting into her ass again. Ginny pulled out the dildo, then reached beneath him and slipped three fingers inside her. They dug into her walls, and Angelina made an unearthly sound.
Harry and Hermione smiled at each other as they overwhelmed her. It was good to share such obscene intimacy with friends, no matter what tomorrow would bring.
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He walked slowly toward the Headmaster's office, his heart racing. Dobby had just delivered a summons. He knew there would be important news, one way or another. Last night's lust-fueled party hadn't stopped the earth from turning.
Hermione was still asleep. He didn't want to wake her for what would probably be a terrible disclosure.
The gargoyle stepped aside for him. Harry ascended the stairs and sat down across from the Headmaster. One look at the old man's face told him all he needed to know.
"He's back, isn't he?"
Dumbledore nodded gravely. "I'm afraid so. Professor Snape's mark returned to full strength last night. He was called to Voldemort's side, as were the rest of his followers."
He sighed and closed his eyes. "Dammit."
Though the news was exactly what he had feared, he also felt an odd sense of relief. The waiting was finally over. They knew where they stood, even if it would involve a deadly conflict.
"How did it happen?"
"I'm uncertain of the details. It appears to have been a ritual of his own devising. Severus saw the remnants of one. It involved a sacrifice, and Voldemort is now wearing the Slytherin ring openly. It is likely no longer a horcrux. When I discover more details, I intend to consult with Madame Vautour, assuming she will make an unbreakable vow."
"Who was sacrificed?"
Dumbledore closed his eyes for a moment, grief washing over his face. "Theodore Nott. Whether it was voluntary or he was used as punishment for his failure in Hogsmeade, I cannot say. But Nott Sr. is now elevated to Voldemort's left hand, just as Barty Crouch sits at his right."
Harry shivered in horror. He didn't like Nott. He even hated him on some level. But no one deserved to be used as a human sacrifice.
"His father willingly sacrificed his only son?"
"Theodore was not his only son. There is an older boy, Titus, who left Hogwarts five years ago. The Nott family retains an heir, but that does not make the situation any less abhorrent."
"What is wrong with these people?"
"A great many things, my boy. But most of all they value power and pride over everything else in life."
"You realize that starts in Slytherin house, right? Some of them may be raised that way, but it gets reinforced there."
"Perhaps. But it shall take a long time to reform Slytherin. Their house has grown increasingly insular for the past three centuries. It has been an issue since the Statute of Secrecy came into being. I confess that I prefer to have any darkness contained there, rather than diffused throughout the school."
Harry thought that was a rather cruel solution for the decent people in Slytherin, even if he understood the pragmatism of it. He let it go for now, as he was in no mood to argue.
"Could Snape tell where he's been hiding?"
"Professor Snape, and I'm afraid not. They were at an outdoor location he'd never seen before, not at the graveyard where you were taken. It didn't look familiar to me in his memory."
"So what happens next?"
"Now we prepare for war. I have already informed Madam Bones of what we've learned, and she will do everything in her power to prepare the Aurors. Unfortunately, not all of them can be told the truth, and Cornelius will probably oppose her attempt to swell their ranks."
"We may need to get rid of him."
"Possibly. Without Lucius Malfoy whispering in his ear, he's become less dangerous to us. He's also become less predictable."
"Merlin, what a mess."
"The news is not all bad. I've located a very important memory. I'll share it with you at Headquarters soon. I believe we know the identity of two more of his horcruxes. Now we must find them."
"That's definitely good news. We still don't know how many he made?"
"No, but I believe I'm closer to answering that question too. I intend to visit a former colleague of mine soon, and I'm hopeful he has answers. I will ask Madame Vautour her opinion as well, if I manage to extract that vow."
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Harry sat in contemplative silence as the Hogwarts Express thundered toward London. Hermione was asleep, resting against his shoulder. Most of the Pride's members were sleeping too, trying to recover from the previous evening before they arrived home for winter break.
He had shared the news with Hermione and the Weasleys, as they were part of the Order and would learn the truth soon enough. The mood in their compartment was subdued. Even Ron felt no desire to chat or play games.
"Don't worry, mate," he said encouragingly. "I'm sure Dumbledore has it well in hand."
Harry gave his best impression of a smile. "Let's hope."
Ron hadn't participated in the thick of his adventures this term, and he seemed happier for it. His relationship with Tamsin had introduced him to the joys of being a normal teenager. Harry didn't begrudge him that, and was satisfied knowing that Ron still had his back, even if he was no longer his closest confidant.
He felt oddly numb at the moment. His anxiety over Voldemort's potential return hadn't been replaced by fear. That was pointless. There was nothing to do now but fight back in every way he could. If only it was clear how to do that. He tried to take confidence from the resolve he felt growing within him. He had a great many people to fight for now, and he intended to protect all of them.
He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the positive things that were happening. The Headmaster's news about the horcruxes was very welcome. Plus, he would be spending his break in a place where people cared for him, and Hermione would be joining him after New Years'. Maybe Fate would bring good things in the coming year.
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Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed Hermione's punishment. Things are heating up. Christmas break will be far from boring.