The Lust of Gryffindors
Chapter 47: Nifflers and Big News
Harry sighed with relief as he completed the last line of his Potions essay. It was still an hour before curfew, so he had time to slip into the Pride for some fun before bed. Attendance had been very high recently. The anticipation in the air was almost tangible. The promised Polyjuice genderswap party was coming soon, and no one knew quite what to expect. Harry did. He couldn't wait to witness the chaos.
Hermione was meeting secretly with Goldstein or Parkinson again tonight. He wasn't sure which, and didn't feel like checking the map. Dobby was keeping a discreet eye on things regardless, and would step in if something happened.
The last few days had been busy, but he was happy with the direction things were going. At least within the castle. No one had attacked him all term, and he was growing to like the feeling.
OWLs were less than three months away. Preparing for them was proving far less difficult than he expected. Even Hermione was satisfied with their progress. Both were well ahead of the curriculum in Defense, Charms, and Transfiguration. Only Potions and History of Magic would pose a real challenge.
Their training with Tonks was going well too. They had been focusing on fighting disillusioned opponents, using transfigured materials for shields, and working together as a team. Harry was feeling pretty confident. Tonks was still more skilled than he was, but he could challenge her in a fight now. When he teamed up with Hermione, they could often defeat her.
Tonks remained flirty with both of them, but it hadn't gone beyond that. He knew how to be patient, and it was fun to let the anticipation grow.
Hermione had used a microscope on her sperm and discovered, just as expected, that she produced no swimmers even when in Harry's form. But the shimmering goop remained, and it seemed that Harry produced something similar. Hermione didn't understand why she didn't produce anything of her own, but guessed that it had something to do with Tonks being a metamorph.
Her general Polyjuice experiments were continuing as well, though he suspected they were more about sex now than knowledge. She had long since stopped asking him to turn into a girl for her, but had found an enthusiastic new accomplice in Colin. He knew Ginny and Angelina likewise joined her for whatever games she played, because he was still donating hairs for their 'research.'
He met once more with Daphne and Tracey, and was surprised at how much they had enjoyed their tete-a-tete with Hermione. They wouldn't tell him what they discussed either, but both seemed pleased with the outcome. It probably involved embarrassing gossip about him. Hermione hadn't broached her master plan for Slytherin with them yet, or he would have likely gotten an earful from Daphne.
Harry contemplated contacting Narcissa to see if she had made any progress into improving Daphne's familial situation, but didn't want to push. She had promised nothing, and he wasn't even certain she was investigating. As much fun as it was to sleep with her, it would be a bad idea to make too many demands of Lady Malfoy.
For now, he would settle for aiding Hermione if and when she made a move to reform Slytherin. She was quite serious about making changes there. He had learned a lot about the house through Tracey and Daphne, but it hadn't occurred to him to use their influence on others. With Voldemort still in the picture, it was more important for them to remain safe. Perhaps things could change if they put down the bastard for good.
He did his part by sending a little gift to Bryce Morehead. Dobby delivered several old magazines to the Slytherin boy's bed, with a note encouraging him to share the wealth with his roommates. Maybe it would increase his standing among his peers and gain them a new ally. If not, it was still a funny prank. Sirius quite approved of disseminating nude pictures throughout Hogwarts.
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"Anything new with you, mate?" Ron asked. "Check."
"Shit," Harry muttered.
He was in the midst of losing his third chess match to Ron. They had been hanging out a little more frequently since the meal they'd shared in the kitchens.
"Not really. You?"
Ron grinned. "Can you cast a muffling charm?"
Harry did so, wondering what had him looking like a Cheshire cat. The noise from the common room died down around them.
"I did it," he said proudly.
"You did what?"
"I got laid, Harry!"
He winced at the volume, despite the muffling charm. He had assumed that Ron and Tamsin were already sleeping together, so the news came as a surprise. "Er, congrats!"
"Thanks. You wanna hear the details? It was awesome."
"No, I'm good. Don't want to invade her privacy."
"Suit yourself. I'll tell you, though, it feels good to be a man."
He smiled. Getting Ron a girlfriend had been Hermione's best idea ever. He hoped Tamsin was happy. She'd seemed to be satisfied with Ron at their dinner, even if she hadn't fully tamed him.
"Just keep quiet about it," Harry said. "You don't want to hurt her reputation."
"I won't. I've only told you and Seamus. She's probably already told her friends anyway."
"I hope you discovered a better place to go than the room where Susan and I busted you."
"Er, yeah, there's a little room on the fifth floor that's perfect for snogging. Bit uncomfortable, but that's not the important part, is it?"
"I suppose not."
Ron eyed him speculatively. "Listen, mate—Tamsin was saying something after we ate, and it got me thinking."
"Yeah?"
"You'd tell me if you and Hermione were together, wouldn't you?"
Harry blinked at the direct question. "Of course. We're not dating, Ron. We've gotten a lot closer though."
Ron's gaze made him feel uncomfortably like he was lying, but there was little else he could say.
"Alright, then," Ron said. "Tamsin just thought you looked like a couple, and I see what she means."
"I promise we'd tell you. I'm officially single at the moment."
"Doesn't have to stay that way, you know. Tamsin saw Susan staring at you in the Great Hall. Said she was undressing you with her eyes."
"Really?"
"Yep. You should ask her out, mate. She's got huge baps. She might let you touch them."
Harry laughed. "Maybe when this mess is over. Dating's not on my calendar right now."
If only he could tell him the truth. Susan had visited the Pride again just two nights ago. She hadn't shagged anyone publicly, but had entered the main room to get a drink. The polite applause she'd received for strolling around nude had induced a lovely blush.
Ron shook his head and prepared to put him in checkmate. "You're spending too much time with Hermione. People are wondering if you're gay. You need to get some action."
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Harry downed his potion quickly, not knowing what to expect. He shivered as his body contorted. He shrank several inches and gained weight, but what immediately caught his attention were the enormous breasts on his chest. He grabbed them in awe.
He had turned into Molly Beckwith.
It was the spring equinox, and the Pride's Polyjuice genderswap party was finally here. Outside of the Yule Ball last year, attendance was the highest he had ever seen. Even the members who almost never showed up were present, willing to participate in such a revelatory experience. It wasn't often—or ever, really—that you got to experience sex from the perspective of the opposite sex.
Fay Dunbar was there, her modesty overpowered by curiosity. So too were members from other houses, including Susan, Cho, Leanne, and a pair of boys from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Colin stood proudly among them, no longer hesitating to put his little cock on display.
There were almost forty people present, and three more girls than boys. They solved the problem by using additional hairs from Harry and Dean. The girls had voted and chosen to increase their chances of getting to become them. Harry was flattered, but it would be awkward seeing multiple versions of himself tonight.
He joined the short line for lust potion and took in the scene around him. The girls—or rather the boys inhabiting female bodies for the first time—were exploring themselves in confusion. He'd once felt the same way. He hadn't even known how to grow aroused until Hermione had started touching him. No doubt they'd all waste half of their precious hour feeling themselves up if lust potion weren't available.
The new boys were in a far different state. Every single one of the former girls had started masturbating immediately, not worried about anything other than the hard appendage between their legs. Whoever had Dean's body was yanking on his cock with both hands. McLaggen was stroking himself furiously, clearly overpowered by the ferocity of male arousal. It was less than a minute into the evening, but McLaggen was already gasping and shooting huge spurts of cum into the air.
Harry giggled in Molly's matronly tones, knowing the scene was about to repeat itself over and over. Perhaps Hermione's first response to his body wasn't such an outlier.
He dabbed the lust potion on his tongue and immediately the room became overpoweringly hot. His pussy engorged and his huge nipples grew hard. He squeezed Molly's breasts, and a shot of arousal shot straight through him. Merlin, he could play with these things all night.
Her breasts felt so heavy in his hands. Their weight even pulled his shoulders forward. He almost tripped the first time he tried to walk. His center of gravity was off, his hips were now wider than his shoulders, and his breasts were so huge that he couldn't even see his feet.
Lust was starting to overpower him. Molly's arousal was almost dripping down his leg. His pussy literally ached, needing to be filled with something right away. He lifted one of his breasts and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it with delight.
Harry looked around desperately, but wasn't sure who to pursue. The boys were mostly still masturbating, and he wasn't attracted to them even when he knew they were really girls. The other boys in his position seemed to be as horny and confused as he was, uncertain who they should seek out in their new bodies.
He solved the problem by grabbing Parvati—or whoever she really was—and shoving his tongue down her throat. It didn't matter that this was really a boy. The body was female, and he needed to be touched. Parvati moaned into his mouth and soon both were exploring each other's bodies feverishly.
They pulled each other to the ground and instinct took over. He knew how a girl's body worked now, even if he wasn't used to Molly's. He teased his clit as Parvati shoved three fingers inside him, stretching him deliciously. Molly wasn't very tight, and he now understood why she found Dean's massive cock so appealing. Spurred on by the lust potion, he whimpered and came less than thirty seconds later, his whole body shuddering.
He immediately went between Parvati's legs with his face. Whoever was in her body didn't understand how to best please herself. But he did, and he soon turned her into a panting, quivering mess.
Harry had no sooner finished with Parvati than Neville lay down awkwardly on top of him, desperate to fuck him but unfamiliar with a boy's body. Harry spread his legs wide and grabbed the waiting cock, guiding it home. Neville pushed in almost violently, and Harry gasped.
"Fuck! Easy."
"S-sorry," Neville stuttered, and began thrusting quickly into him, as if he needed to cum right away.
Harry laughed in Molly's voice. The penetration felt wonderful against his slick walls, but whoever this was would last about ten seconds at this pace. Lust potion combined with being in a male body for the first time was too much for the girls to withstand. He had only just finished the thought when Neville began pounding him frantically. He unloaded inside Molly's cunt over and over, coating her walls with his release.
Neville fell off him panting, still consumed with lust and not even trying to return the favor. Harry looked around, and noticed that the boys—or rather the girls in boys' bodies—had recovered from their first experiments and were now hunting down girls to ravish. Every single one looked hellbent on discovering what it felt like to plunder a pussy. Boys who were still adjusting to their new female bodies were suddenly bent over, pulled to the floor, or picked up and carried to a bed.
Gasps of pleasure and pain filled the room—with the occasional shriek—as both sexes realized something at the same time. The girls discovered how intense a boy's arousal was, and how pleasurable it was to pound a girl roughly. The boys realized the opposite: that a girl required some teasing and caressing before she was ready for that. There were loud exclamations and curses as these new discoveries were made.
Despite his own overpowering lust, Harry couldn't stop laughing at all the confusion, even when Gunnar Gustafson dropped to his knees beside him and buried his face in his huge breasts.
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Hermione groaned in pleasure as she slid herself to the hilt inside Susan's body. She had drawn Fred Weasley, and she loved the feel of his long cock as it stretched her warm, silky walls. His cock felt different than Harry's, and she couldn't get over how long her new ballsack was, but she knew how to use a cock properly now, no matter who it belonged to.
Susan moaned in ecstasy beneath her. With some instruction, the boy in her body had already cum once. Hermione was intent on making her cum again. She was an expert at this compared to the other girls. Merlin, she was an expert compared to some of the guys.
Her orgasm approached rapidly. She relished the inevitability of it. That feeling rose deep in her abdomen, welling intensely behind her cock. There was little that could compare to the feeling of spurting deep within a girl, especially when the girl was also in the throes of orgasm.
"Rub yourself," she panted. "Cum with me."
Susan did so, and a dozen strokes later Hermione grimaced as her cock exploded within her. Fred didn't cum as much as Harry, but even so, each spurt felt like a little burst of perfection.
She rolled off Susan when she was done, her cock still half hard from the lust potion. It was soaked from the arousal of several girls. No time had been wasted tonight. She had grabbed whoever occupied Alicia Spinnet's body before the poor boy could even feel himself up, then ravished her with her tongue and cock.
Fay had been next, followed by Cho. It was amazing to discover the delights of so many different bodies from this perspective. She had almost decided not to use lust potion so she could catalogue the details of the night, but the temptation was too great. Plus, she wanted to be ravished in her own body later.
Katie had followed Fay on her list, and now she could lay claim to having fucked Susan Bones silly.
Hermione looked around the room for her next victim. Those with girls' bodies were mostly occupied. She spied her twin for the night—George Weasley—lying on his back while Angelina rode his face. His cock was hard and laying against his abdomen in invitation.
Her own cock throbbed and started growing hard again. Did she dare? It wouldn't truly be incest—there was really a girl in there—but it would certainly look like it. George's cock twitched and she could see a glistening drop of precum on its tip.
"Fuck it," she murmured.
She almost ran to them, skidding to a halt and then going to her knees to take her pseudo-brother's cock into her mouth. He groaned as soft, wet lips engulfed him. Angelina rode his face roughly, so he had no idea who was pleasuring him.
Hermione slurped on his cock and stroked it firmly, noting how different it felt using a boy's mouth. The naughtiness of this experience turned her on so much she could barely stand it. One Weasley twin was fellating the other in front of the whole room. Her enthusiasm soon overwhelmed the girl in George's body. He shuddered and released a huge volume of cum into her mouth, which she eagerly swallowed.
When she was finished cleaning his cock with her tongue, she looked up to find Lavender staring at her with wide eyes. No doubt she was the real Fred or George. Her face flushed, but she managed to return a weak smile.
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Harry almost coughed as Lee thrust too far into the back of his throat. Lee was sitting on the floor, making out with and fingering Demelza, while Harry's head was between his legs and half-heartedly sucking his cock. Behind Harry was Katie Bell—or whoever occupied her body—and she was enthusiastically pressing her entire fist into his pussy.
He whimpered as Katie flexed her fingers, stretching him as thoroughly as she could. He was amazed at Molly's body—not just at her wondrous breasts, but at how much her pussy could expand. He remembered that night with Saoirse Manson when she took a truly enormous dildo, but even so, her flexibility was a shock.
Katie pushed even deeper, her index finger teasing his cervix and her palm rubbing firmly against his g-spot. He smothered a wail and had to resist the urge to bite down on Lee's cock. This was a combination of ecstasy and torture he'd never imagined.
He wasn't sure how he had ended up in this position. Lee had sat down in front of him, literally begging him to suck his cock. He'd reminded himself that there was a desperate girl in his body and indulged him. The lust potion flowing through his veins removed the last of his reluctance. He had only just bent over to take the cock in his mouth when Katie knelt behind him and began teasing his lips with her tongue.
The tongue became fingers and the fingers became a whole hand. Demelza had knelt next to Lee soon after, and he now found himself in the center of a filthy foursome with a hand buried inside his dripping cunt. He suckled the tip of Lee's cock, and finally the boy panted and pulsed cum into the back of his throat, not bothering with a warning.
Harry nearly gagged, and pulled away to let Lee coat his face instead. It was a relief to be done, no matter how messy the result. He harbored no disgust for homosexuality, but simply wasn't attracted to male bodies. The last spurt of Lee's cum hit his nose just as Katie flexed her hand and twisted as hard as she could.
He cried out in pleasure and pain and reached for his clit, and a second later lights exploded behind his eyes. His soaked pussy contracted around her hand, trying to grip it, but stretched so thoroughly that it couldn't. His clit throbbed as the most powerful orgasm of the night made his head spin.
Lee moved away, and Katie slowly extracted her hand. She giggled and whispered something, but he couldn't make it out. He was too busy trying to stay conscious. The lust potion still worked its magic despite the powerful release, and the removal of her hand made him feel empty.
Someone grabbed his hips and gently rolled him onto his back. He looked down to find Fred Weasley kissing his thighs, then his stomach, then one of his hard nipples. He shivered at the soft caresses and the aching need behind his mound returned. Fred continued his upward progress and kissed him on the lips.
"Hi, Harry," he whispered.
He blinked at the intimate tone. He'd never heard such a thing from the real Fred. "Who are you?"
"It's Hermione. I cheated and watched where you stood before you took the potion."
"Are you here to ravage me now too? Please, no fists."
She laughed. "I'll be gentle. But I'm going to make you moan like a whore, and then I'm going to tell one of the other Harry's to come over here and shag you silly."
He sighed as Hermione rubbed her hard cock along his swollen clit and then gently pushed inside him. She slid along his walls and filled his pussy completely. If he had to be fucked by a guy, at least it would be a girl who knew what she was doing. He stopped trying to make sense of that sentence and gave himself over to pleasure.
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Hermione panted as spurt after spurt of cum burst out of her cock and coated Angelina's face. She had spent five minutes fucking her from behind, until she was making inhuman noises. Then she pulled out, rolled her over, and painted her face.
Merlin, what a feeling. She understood now why the boys loved giving facials. It was a feeling of utter domination. Ownership, even if it wasn't meant to be degrading. Whoever was in Angelina's body shut her eyes tightly as cum drenched her and slid down her face in stripes.
She hadn't even asked permission, but tonight had become a frenzy of no-holds-barred fucking long ago.
"Suck the rest of it out," she whispered, and the boy in Angelina's body grimaced but obeyed.
Hermione closed her eyes and savored the feeling of warm lips and a tongue teasing out the last of her release. Fred's cock was shiny, wet, and almost red from the workout she had given it tonight. Thank Merlin for lust potion.
She gave Angelina a lusty kiss, slurping some of her own cum, and then rose to her feet.
There was less than ten minutes left on the potion. The room was in a state of beautiful madness. Everyone was trying to sate themselves one final time before they reverted to their normal bodies. There were literal piles of people on the ground, writhing and moaning and pleasuring whoever happened to be nearby. With the lust potion flowing, the party would continue long afterwards too.
There was a surprising amount of homosexual activity taking place, between both boys and girls. Or perhaps it wasn't so surprising. The boys were still attracted to girls, even when they were in a girl's body. The reverse was true as well. The boys—or rather the girls in their bodies—showed no hesitation in offering blow jobs to other boys or seeking out anal sex with another boy. It was quite an experience to penetrate a boy when you were accustomed to being the one who was penetrated. Everyone had agreed ahead of time that anything went tonight, even if some of the guys were hesitant.
She had indulged in some anal sex herself, taking great delight in sliding her cock into McLaggen's ass while he went down on Jo Hampson. She had been careful not to hurt him, but God, it felt incredible to dominate the crass boy's body. Jo had demanded a vigorous fucking immediately thereafter, and she had satisfied her thoroughly.
Hermione stroked her temporary Weasley cock, willing it to get fully hard again. She hated the fact that boys had a longer refractory period, even when aided by lust potion. In her own body, she needed hardly any down time at all.
Her eyes sought out a free partner to finish the evening with. Virtually everyone was busy. The debauchery on display was astonishing. She was going to have to do some interviews later.
Ginny stood from the floor, her face dripping with cum and her chest heaving. She looked around in a daze. Hermione grew harder just watching her. She had already ravished one Weasley tonight, even though she was a Weasley herself. Did she dare go for the other?
A second later, George—or whoever was George for the next ten minutes—rose from a seat nearby, his cock dripping courtesy of Parvati. The temptation was too strong to resist.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she strode forward and grabbed the pair of Weasleys by the hand. They didn't protest as she led them to a bed and pulled the curtains closed.
Hermione could feel the wickedness of her own smile as they looked at her.
"How about a Weasley family reunion?" she said.
Both of their eyes went wide, especially George's. Ginny's doppelganger giggled, wiped some cum from her face, and gave over to a fit of laughter.
"This is insane. Fuck it. Let's do it," she said. "We need to hurry."
Ginny went to her back and spread her legs. Hermione was already hard, and wasted no time in mounting her and slowly filling her with her brother's cock. Oh, Merlin, this felt so wonderfully depraved. She had fucked Ginny's body several times with Harry's cock—in the name of science, of course—but doing so with Fred's was a level of kink that made her belly squirm.
George watched them, and slowly grew hard again. He looked both amazed and appalled, but hesitantly lay his cock across Ginny's mouth. She opened her lips and suctioned on his crown as her hand wrapped around his shaft.
Hermione felt her orgasm build just watching them. She could have bent down and licked George's cock too, but preferred to witness a debauched Weasley threesome instead. The scene clearly thrilled her partners as well. Ginny's pussy was soaking wet and gripping her tightly. Her free hand went between her legs to tease her clit. She suckled lasciviously on George's tip all the while, and he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the sight.
Hermione held out as long as she could, but the moment was just too erotic and Ginny was just too tight. She moaned as yet another orgasm overpowered her. She thrust into her hard, bottoming out completely, and filled her with as much cum as she had left. Ginny pulled roughly on George's cock, and soon after he decorated his sister's face with more white stripes.
The faux Ginny burst out laughing when he was done, then reached between her legs to finish. Hermione helped her with her thumb, and soon she was writhing on the bed. Hermione needed to know who the boy in her body was. Whoever it was, he was down for anything.
Ginny collapsed against the bed in exhaustion after her orgasm was finished. Hermione looked up, but George had already left the bed. She saw his back through the curtains as he hustled up the stairs to the alcove.
Less than a minute later, she shuddered and her body returned to her natural female form. Ginny remained sprawled out beneath her, but a few seconds later nearly doubled in size to become Dean Thomas.
She laughed with delight. "Dean! Did you enjoy our little incestuous threesome?"
"That was fucked up, but I figure anything goes tonight. I'm still horny. You want a piece of your daddy?"
"Dear God, yes," she said, and leaned down to take his huge cock in her mouth.
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"You naughty, naughty girl," Hermione said, hardly able to contain her glee.
She had wanted to have this conversation all day. Now that night had fallen and both of them were free, she had pulled Ginny into the alcove for some privacy.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Ginny said, her eyes narrowed.
"I'm rather certain you do. Whose body did you have last night?"
"None of your business."
Hermione smirked. "I saw one Weasley walk up here after engaging in some absolutely filthy incest. A few minutes later, I saw a different Weasley walk down. Everyone has been gossiping about their experiences all day. You've been curiously quiet."
Ginny's gaze remained fierce, but she blushed so hard that Hermione was worried she might burst a blood vessel. Her eyes slowly closed.
"You can't tell anyone."
"I won't, as long as you admit it out loud, Georgie."
She groaned and her head fell into her hands. "It was the lust potion, alright? And it was just a blowjob! And—and it was my own mouth! Sort of. You're the one who bloody dragged me into bed with you!"
Hermione laughed so hard it hurt. Last night had been full of outrageous behavior all around. The whole Pride had been stunned at the experience, and that was a very difficult thing to do to members of a sex club. No one had spoken about their experiences at first, but a few sheepish questions were eventually asked, and people started sharing their stories. The girls, in particular, were willing to talk, and Hermione intended to interview them to get their points of view. They didn't need to know she was writing a book, of course; they would all assume she was just curious.
The revelation that Ginny had participated in an incestuous Weasley threesome—even if only one Weasley was actually present—left her thrilled. She felt like Parvati and Lavender gossiping about the latest news from Hufflepuff.
Ginny huffed at her laughter, though her face remained scarlet. "You orchestrated the whole damned thing! And you're the one who shagged my body!"
"I shag you all the time."
"Not with my brother's cock!"
Hermione couldn't help it and started laughing again. "Oh, Merlin, this is fun. How did it feel to give yourself a facial using George's penis?"
"I'm going to hurt you. I'm not kidding."
"Did you happen to shag Lavender or Susan last night? Because Fred and George had their bodies."
Ginny blanched. "Shit."
"Which one?"
Her face fell into her hands again. "Both. And Lavender twice."
Hermione patted her head. "I won't tell anyone, but they might figure it out on their own."
"It's all your fault!" she whined. "You're the creep here."
"You didn't protest last night, did you? No, I'm certain you happily fucked your own mouth while watching your brother slide into your pussy. Did you enjoy it?"
Ginny looked up, her eyes blazing, and Hermione raised her hands.
"Relax! I'm just teasing you! It's funny!"
She took a deep breath and her anger wilted. "It's ridiculous is what it is. This place is turning me into a depraved slut."
"Nonsense. You're having the time of your life. It's a sex club, and we use lust potion and Polyjuice. It was inevitable that you would shag your brothers in one way or another."
"This is so fucked up."
Hermione leaned in to whisper. "But you liked it, didn't you? I saw you rubbing yourself the other night watching Fred and Lee."
Ginny's face turned scarlet again. "What?! You did not!"
"I could still see your silhouette behind the curtain, you silly bint."
"Shit."
Hermione nearly collapsed in another fit of giggling. "H-have you ever thought about doing it for real?"
"Hermione!"
"Don't pretend like it hasn't crossed your mind! It's not like you'd be having their babies."
"For the love of fucking Merlin, shut up!"
"I will, if you tell me the truth."
She glared but Hermione could see the brief hesitation in her eyes.
"Ginevra, you kinky witch!"
"Shut your whore mouth! I wouldn't actually do it."
"If you change your mind, can I watch?" she asked innocently. "I wouldn't tell. I'd stay under Harry's cloak while they spit-roasted you."
Ginny's eyes went wide and she tackled Hermione to the bed, intent on making the bossy girl submit to some punishment. Maybe even a few punches. The kind that left bruises.
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Harry entered the Headmaster's office curiously. He hadn't been summoned here for a few weeks—he had always stopped by on his own to pester the man—and hoped it involved some good news for a change.
There was a small black snake coiled on his desk, one of the conjured ones they had sent on a search. His heart started racing immediately.
"Is that what I think it is, sir?"
Dumbledore smiled. "We shall soon find out. I can't speak to her, but she was portkeyed here from Wales less than twenty minutes ago."
Harry sat down in the chair and started hissing eagerly at the snake. It seemed drowsy, as if it had just eaten, or as if the magic sustaining it were losing power. But it answered his questions. He repeated them half-a-dozen times, trying to make some sense of the vague responses. Snakes had a much different perspective on names and places than humans did.
He looked up at Dumbledore, unable to contain his smile. "She thinks she discovered Nagini's hunting grounds. She's in central Wales."
"Are you certain?"
"Yes. Some distance north of a village she doesn't know the name of. She couldn't be precise about the distance. It might be two miles or ten. But there are farmlands to the west and rolling hills to the east. The place tasted like cows to her tongue."
Dumbledore stood excitedly. "I'll inform Madam Bones. That will narrow our search considerably. The location is likely unplottable, but we can learn the general vicinity."
"Should we send more snakes out?"
"I suppose they could help us find landmarks. I'll conjure some new ones and you can send them out tonight under cover of darkness. We'll have to be very careful with their instructions."
"If we find him, does that mean we can attack?"
The old man smiled indulgently at his enthusiasm. "It's possible, my boy. It depends on what we discover. If there is to be a battle, let me be clear: I will keep you out of it unless absolutely necessary. As we've learned, prophecies are very ambiguous. Perhaps you've just fulfilled it. I will ask Severus for more information about the manor itself, and discuss our options with Madam Bones."
Harry shivered at the feeling of hope that blossomed in his chest. Deep down, he knew the prophecy was still in play. But he was sick of waiting on something to happen. If they could catch Voldemort flat-footed before any of his plans matured, the whole thing might soon be over.
He left the office in a buoyant mood. He couldn't wait to tell Hermione. Then he was going to ravish someone. The prospect of dead Dark Lords made him surprisingly horny.
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Hermione strolled into the common room on the evening of April 1st, several days after the debauchery of the genderbending party. Tonight was the twins' birthday, and she expected things to get wild again. But that was still an hour or two away. She needed a break from studying, not to mention from worrying about Harry's latest news. It filled her with trepidation, even as it filled him with nervous energy.
It was very satisfying to know that their idea to use snakes had paid off. The prospect of a magical fight, however, left her terrified. There was a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach that wouldn't go away. Just like Harry, she suspected he would end up in the thick of it. The thought of losing him was growing increasingly impossible to contemplate, no matter how much debauchery they indulged in with others. All of her plans—whether they involved research, publication, or reforming Slytherin house—would feel so empty without him by her side.
She put away her bag and made her way downstairs to the Pride. The scene she discovered there left her open-mouthed.
Angelina was on her back on a couch, with her legs spread wide. Several people were gathered around her, including the Weasley twins, Pippa Pemberton, Katie Bell, and Alicia Spinnet. Between her legs, with its snout buried inside her pussy, was a squirming animal.
It was small and black and furry, like a cross between a tiny bear and a duck-billed platypus. It was writhing and making a keening noise as Katie held it between Angelina's legs. She was cooing at it while everyone else laughed.
"What in the—what is going on?!" Hermione shouted, almost afraid to hear the answer.
Alicia grinned. "Just having a spot of fun with Harry."
"What?"
She gestured between Angelina's legs as if the answer were obvious.
"Wait—that's Harry?!"
The twins laughed uproariously. "Right in one, Miss Granger. Five points to Gryffindor."
"But—" she said helplessly, staring in shock at the squirming animal.
Alicia giggled. "Angelina and I were working on human-to-animal transfiguration for bonus points on our NEWTs. We convinced Harry to be our test subject, but we didn't tell him how long we would leave him like that."
"What is he?"
"The cutest little niffler you've ever seen. Angelina stuffed a golden snitch up her twat and we turned him loose."
Hermione couldn't stop herself from smirking. Nifflers loved gold. Given the enthusiasm with which he was diving into her with his long snout, Harry was intent on finding it. He didn't seem to be in his right mind.
"Is it safe to do that to him?"
"Mostly. McGonagall could change him back if we messed up, but I know what I'm doing."
Angelina sighed as Harry squirmed inside her. "This is so messed up, but it's one for the record books. Thank Merlin for our contracts. I hope Harry forgives me."
"Is he even aware of himself?"
"We think so, but we're not entirely sure. He's certainly eager to chase my snitch. He—"
She broke off talking as her whole body shuddered. "Bloody fucking hell, he's got a long tongue."
Hermione shook her head at Angelina's shamelessness. She had a feeling they would be telling this story amongst themselves for years to come.
Katie laughed. "Let's make sure he enjoys the experience as much as Angie does."
She lifted Harry's little black tail, still holding him firmly, and teased his butthole. Then she gently slid in her pinky. The niffler squealed in protest. He squirmed in a vain attempt to remove the finger from his butt, but didn't stop plundering Angelina's depths.
The whole room burst out laughing.
"Well, now I can say I've had my finger up a niffler's butthole," Katie said.
George giggled hysterically and leaned against Fred to stay upright. "This is already a wonderful birthday. If only we could take a picture and send it to the Prophet!"
The group left Harry in his niffler form for another five minutes. The impromptu plan had been to discover whether he could bring Angelina to orgasm. That proved impossible. She was laughing too hard to concentrate. None of the other girls wanted a niffler's snout in their bits, no matter how soft and wet it was. Plus, they suspected Harry would want some revenge for this little escapade.
They were correct. Katie removed her finger and set him on the ground. Alicia pointed her wand and he suddenly reverted back to his human form. He was breathing hard and blinking rapidly, and looked around the room in confusion.
"Who—I—what?"
"Hiya, Harry," Katie said cheerily. "Anything new with you?"
He huffed and looked at the snickering group, then narrowed his eyes at Katie. "My revenge will be swift and brutal, and it starts with you. Alicia, you and Angelina are next."
Katie squealed as he lifted her in the air and threw her over his shoulder. He carried her to one of the beds and tossed her on her back.
"Somebody bring me a big dildo and some restraints," he called out. "And some feathers. Who wants to see Katie with my dick in her ass?"
She smiled and spread her legs. "Is that supposed to scare me? Just get me wet first, you sweet little niffler, you."
And just like that, the twins' birthday party had begun.
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Author's Note: Okay, that was a wild one, even by my standards. So many kinks in one chapter. I hope you got a good laugh out of it. I tried to make it hot, but I was too busy laughing most of the time. That will be the last of the genderbending, by the way.
Next chapter, there's more big news related to Voldemort, and Harry and Hermione visit the Ravenclaw version of the Pride.