Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret

by thyrsusofbacchus

The witches of the Wizarding World have lengthy secrets, as Harry discovers in his fourth year at Hogwarts. This revelation brings with it a whole new outlook on his world; partly shaped by an interesting book in the school library. This book too begins Harry and co's journey into the famous, but long defunct, Hogwarts Coven. A tale full of girls with dicks and ancient rituals.

10. Ball and Biscuit

The Hogwarts Coven

Harry Potter and the Witches' Secret

Chapter 10 – Ball and Biscuit

Harry and Ron were pretty desperate at this point. There were only a few days to go until the ball and neither of them had yet got dates. It seemed that everyone, at least everyone in Gryffindor in their year, was taken. It was at times like this that Harry wished the houses were not as insular as they were.

The boys' mood was pretty grim as they sat down for breakfast the day before the ball. They both had their dress robes, if what Mrs. Weasley had sent her youngest son counted as dress robes, they had both practiced dancing, Ron once and Harry twice, they just had no one to go with.

"We'll end up having to go together, Harry," joked Ron.

"I can think of nothing worse," he replied.

"Hey!" protested Ron, giving Harry's shoulder a playful slap.

"You two are clueless," stated Hermione from several seats down. Her and Ron were still not speaking and so Harry alternated between who he sat next to at meals. Generally, they simply pretended the other was not there. But now Hermione was breaking that unstated rule. "There is someone who is available. She's in Gryffindor and she even has a sister who is also in need of a date. I would ask quickly before they simply decide to go together," Hermione quickly explained, briefly looking up from her book.

"So now you deem me worthy to talk to," Ron spat back.

"I'm just trying to fucking help, Ronald!" exclaimed Hermione angrily. "You don't have to follow my advice," she added, before snapping her book shut and storming off, probably to the library.

"Was that really necessary?" Harry asked Ron.

"So, you're taking her side?" accused Ron.

"I'm not picking sides, but she was only trying to help," reasoned Harry. "I know you've had a fight, but do you have to attack each other at every available opportunity?"

"I guess not," Ron grumbled, before tearing off a piece of toast with his teeth and furiously chewing on it. "Who wa' she 'ven 'alkin 'bout?" he asked with his mouthful.

Harry having got used to such conversations could easily translate. "I'm guessing Parvati," he said. "I don't know of any other girl in Gryffindor in our year with a sister also in the school. Unless a mysterious new student has been added," Harry said.

"So, you get Parvati and I get Padma?" Ron asked.

"Assuming they both say yes, which I would hardly be certain of," Harry clarified.

"Who would say no to you, slayer of dragons?"

"Cho Chang," Harry grumbled. "And I did not slay a dragon," he added.

"Same thing."

"I suppose I'll be doing the asking," Harry sighed.

"'ankoo!"

---

Parvati had in fact said yes, very eagerly too. Harry had no idea why she was so eager, the two did not exactly interact much and Harry thought that Parvati disliked him because of the disrespect Ron and him showed towards her favourite subject of Divination. But evidently Harry, as was the norm with girls, was wrong.

Harry arrived at the entrance to the Great Hall early, at least earlier than Ron, Parvati or Padma. Cedric was already there with Cho, Fleur with Roger Davies and Viktor Krum was standing alone, waiting for Hermione.

Harry simply exchanged smiles with the other Champions and their dates but stood to the side, a few metres from them. It was at this point that McGonagall approached him. "Are you ready?" she asked.

"Ready?"

"For the dance. The Champions have the first dance, surely I told you that," she explained.

"I think you may have forgot to mention that, Professor," Harry replied, butterflies fluttering into existence in his stomach.

"Oh," McGonagall said. "Well now you know," she smiled. "Good luck!" and then she was gone.

"Fuck," Harry muttered under his breath. Dancing amongst lots of people was one thing, but to be highlighted as one of four couples was not what he had planned for the evening. He had hoped that for once he would be able to slip into the background, but evidently not. Fate always had a way of making his life abnormal.

He was interrupted from his pity party by a sudden entrance of bold colours in his peripheral vision. Looking up, his jaw gaped open in surprise as the Patil sisters made their way down the steps towards him, their brightly coloured sarees instantly standing out against the drab greys of Hogwarts' walls.

Vibrant was the word that came to mind when describing them both. "You both look amazing," Harry stammered when they got to him.

"You look very handsome too, Harry. You've managed to make your hair stick down," Parvati smiled.

"It took a lot of concentration and effort but I did eventually manage it," he replied.

"Where's Ron?" asked a concerned looking Padma.

"I'm not sure," Harry answered. "He'll be here soon," he reassured her.

"He bloody better," Padma muttered.

It was only five minutes before Ron came down, deep in argument with a stunning looking Hermione. Harry's jaw widened for the second time that night.

"He's the enemy!" Ron said, loud enough for everyone, including Viktor, to hear.

"You weren't saying that when you wanted his autograph!" Hermione snapped back; her fists clenched.

"Well, that's completely different. I'm not getting my ass stuffed by him!" Ron retorted, ignoring any control on his volume.

"You insufferable, pig!" she screamed at him, stomping as quickly down the stairs as she could. "Hi, Harry. Padma, Parvati," she greeted as she went past, quickly making her way over to Viktor who immediately began tending to her emotional wounds.

"Well, that was dramatic," commented Parvati.

"They've been like this for weeks," replied Harry. "It's a nightmare."

"I can imagine."

"If he says anything like that to me, he's getting hexed into next week," snarled Padma, clearly unhappy with the scene her date for the evening had caused.

"I'm sure he won't," said Harry, trying desperately to ignore the tension that surrounded him.

"Also, what the fuck is he wearing?" she hissed at Harry as Ron walked up to them.

"You can blame his mum for those," Harry responded.

"Barmy, that one," said Ron as he reached the group.

"She seemed rather restrained to me," said Padma through gritted teeth. Silence followed this comment, Ron finally realising that his date for the evening was less than pleased with his behaviour already and the dance had not even commenced yet.

"You look nice, Padma," he finally managed to sputter out.

"Thank you, Ronald," she replied coldly.

By this point the entrance hall had got very busy with the majority of fourth year and upwards swarming into the Great Hall, dates arm-in-arm or hand-in-hand with each other.

"I suppose we best go and find our seats," Harry suggested. They all filed into the Great Hall to find their allotted seats. And then the ball began.

---

It had not gone brilliantly. The dinner itself was fine, Harry just about stumbled his way through polite conversation with Parvati, whilst trying his best to ignore the flirtatious looks that he was receiving from Fleur who was seated not far away to his right. Picturing what Hermione and her had done not too long ago made him shift uncomfortably in his seat.

Once the dinner was over the 'main event' of the evening began. And as the music started and Parvati and he started twirling around the ballroom floor he really wished that he had listened to Hermione and not Ron and practiced a bit more. He counted only stepping on Parvati's toes thrice as an achievement.

Watching Ginny and Neville glide around the dancefloor in perfect synchronicity as if they had been partners for years only worsened his mood further. And seeing Ron embarrass himself by refusing to dance with Padma again after a disastrous thirty second attempt did not help things. So, by the time the Weird Sisters sped up the tempo a tad, Harry was not in a good mood. And seeing everyone else having fun made it even worse. He knew it was not fair on Parvati, but what could he do? Apparently, she had her own ideas.

Parvati had had no fantasies of Harry being some sort of prince that would sweep her off of her feet and treat her to the greatest night of her life. He was a teenage boy and thus lazy, moody and terrible at dealing with his preferred sex. So, as the Weird Sisters ended their most famous hit, 'Common Wizards', she decided that she ought to take control. "Wanna get out of here?" she said loudly into Harry's ear.

He looked at her surprised, his teenage brain instantly jumping to a very pleasant conclusion. "Sure," he replied, a tad too eagerly. Parvati took Harry's hand in hers and led him through the crowd of people. Spotting a glum Ron sitting silently next to a livid Padma she dragged Harry towards the sulking pair.

"Wanna make an early exit, Pads?" she asked. Padma looked up at her sister and gave her a questioning look. Receiving the answer in her sister's eyes she hastily agreed and started to drag her own boy behind her.

"Hey!" Ron protested, but was quickly silenced by a glare from Padma.

The foursome exited the hall and the witches strode purposefully towards the lesser used part of the castle. The sound of overexcited adolescents and roaring guitar riffs quickly fading and being replaced by their own footsteps.

The four eventually came to a classroom that was somewhat out of the way. The sisters quickly whipped their wands out and began moving desks and chairs to the side. "You going to help?" Parvati asked turning to the two statuesque boys.

"Er, sure," stuttered Harry. He was not exactly sure what the two were doing but he just copied what they did. Ron soon joined in and it only took a minute for the room to be transformed from a room of education to one of potential debauchery.

The desks and chairs had been moved to the sides of the room to make a large square of empty space in the middle, that had itself been filled by a very large mattress, transfigured from one of the said desks. A couple of chairs had been transfigured into pillows and the room was finished. Clearly, the twins did this often.

"So, boys, you have both failed tonight, though one more than the other," began Padma, giving Ron a pointed look.

"But you can earn yourselves a reward," added Parvati.

"How exactly can we do that?" asked Harry, seeing exactly where this was going and not being at all opposed to it.

"Knees," the twins said in unison. Harry quickly followed the instruction, the submissive side of him quickly taking the controls to his motor function.

Ron did not react in quite the same way. "What?" he questioned.

"Get on your knees," hissed Padma. "Do not make this night any worse!"

"I don't know what you were expecting, bu- OW!" Ron cried in pain as Padma hit him with a light stinging hex. "What was that for?"

"Being a prick," she said sharply.

"I-I-I" Ron stuttered, before realising that he did not really have much of a defence. "Fine," he sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Well, that's a good start," Padma said. "But you're still gonna come over here and suck my dick," she stated.

Ron eventually followed Harry and descended to his knees as both of the girls removed their own clothing. Their naked bodies were, unsurprisingly, very similar. Padma was slightly fuller than Parvati, her breasts slightly rounder and larger, but Parvati had some definition to her stomach, where Padma did not. The most identical things about them were their packages, both a juicy seven inches, of hard, brown meat.

Harry's mouth watered at the sight as he crawled a few paces to kneel before Parvati. Looking up into her brown eyes he took her cock into his mouth and began to lavish it with his tongue. Parvati moaned loudly just as Ron began working on Padma. The two girls, hands on hips, turned and looked at each other, smiling. They leant towards each other and exchanged a quick kiss. This was only the beginning.

---

Simultaneously, Ginny was having an excellent night. She had gone and asked Neville to the dance within hours of her argument with Harry. Neville had responded in the affirmative very eagerly and she had been overjoyed.

The night itself had gone excellently for three main reasons; the first being that Neville had clearly been practicing his dancing for he was excellent at it; secondly, she had seen Harry's unhappy glares from across the dancefloor, and thirdly, she was now thrusting into a deliciously tight ass. She knew she should not be happy at someone she deeply cared for being unhappy, but it felt like sweet revenge to her. Seeing her brother make an ass of himself only made her feel better.

But what made her feel the best was the aforementioned ass. Having danced for over an hour straight, Ginny had managed to manoeuvre Neville away from the dancefloor and onto more amorous activities.

He had been eager and surprisingly skilled. His kissing passionate, his blowjob perfectly sloppy and now his ass was almost virgin tight. He said that he was not a virgin, Ginny decided not to press him on who it was that had taken his cherry, but whoever they were they were very lucky.

Ginny gripped his full ass and continued to pound her ten inches into him at pace, bottoming out each and every time. The sound of her balls slapping against the underside of his ass was only matched by his pleasured moans as the younger redhead continually hit his prostate with her sizeable shaft. "Fuck, Neville! Your ass is so tight!" she exclaimed.

"Your cock is so big," he retorted breathily. In fact, Neville's own length was nothing to scoff at, a thick and veiny shaft of seven inches in length, Ginny had half a mind to ride him to heaven later. But for now, all she wanted to do was take out all of her frustrations on his tight ass. And that she certainly did. "Ugh, Ginny," Neville moaned as she picked up her pace again, his own cock rock solid, the head covered in pre-cum.

"That's it, take it, slut!" Ginny cried as she gripped Neville's hair with one hand and smacked his ass with another. "Take my big cock!"

The two were locked into an intense state of pleasure, evidenced by their loud moans and heavy use of expletives. Ginny was laser focused on her goal of dumping her load into Neville's ass. She had been using Luna to relieve herself since her argument with Harry, but she still felt continually horny, as if Harry was the only one who could truly sate her. Pushing that thought aside she focused on the Gryffindor boy before her, admiring the way his ass cheeks rippled as her thighs smacked against them, listening to the cute moans he let out every time her cock sawed into his ass. His ass had now adjusted to her large size but it was still incredibly tight, gripping and squeezing her cock, trying its hardest to make her release her load. And it very soon succeeded.

Ginny often thought of herself as having excellent stamina, but after only ten minutes of fucking Neville's ass she erupted inside him, howling in pleasure as she sheathed herself inside of him and let her load coat his insides. "Fucking Morgana's balls! Fuck!" she screamed as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

Coming down from her ethereal high, Ginny stepped back from Neville's stooped form, her cock slipping from his ass and leaving a dribble of cum in its wake. "That was wonderful, Neville," she sighed. "You have quite the ass."

"Your, er, package is nice too," Neville replied, turning around to face her, his cock still hard and throbbing.

"Just say cock, Neville," she smirked. "But we can't leave you in that state now can we," she said as she slipped to her knees before him and gripped his cock with one hand. "So thick," she complimented, struggling to take the head into her mouth. Once it slipped in, she used all of her learned skills to take as much of it into her mouth as she could.

Neville had been pretty close to erupting from the intense sodomy he had just received so it only took a minute of Ginny's virtuoso manipulations before he erupted down her throat, groaning in bliss as he did. "Tasty too," she smiled looking up at the dazed Herbology obsessive. "Round two?"

"Give me a few," Neville asked, looking for somewhere to sit before his legs gave out.

"I'll give you five minutes until I'm hopping on that thick cock," Ginny declared, adding a wink for good measure.

"Merlin!"

---

The Yule Ball had seemed to bring out something in the witches who attended it, for Fleur was also dominating her partner, though her domination was a lot rougher than the others. Roger Davies had, predictably, been a bore. Fleur could not care less about the fact that he holidayed in the Caribbean every year or about how high up in the ministry his father was. But she did care about his overly handsy approach to dancing. An approach that did not meet her approval. Thus, he was currently lying on her bed, head hanging over the side, with Fleur's cock incessantly pounding his throat. "Zat iz more like eet, Monsieur Davies!" Fleur exclaimed, losing control of her French accent as her sexual excitement overwhelmed her. The Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain's throat was phenomenal and his tongue was a lot better at lapping at her shaft than it was at producing pleasant conversation.

Roger himself had always been the dominant partner in sex and so was shocked to find himself enjoying his current predicament. His cock was rock hard, desperate for release, but Fleur had strictly forbidden him from touching himself, apparently, he had to 'earn it'. He did not see what he had done wrong on their date, he just assumed that French women, particularly Veelas, were overly sensitive. Though he seemed to be enjoying Fleur's rough revenge, that did not make it any easier on his throat. With every thrust, Roger gagged and spluttered, his throat and mouth trying to eject the violent invader, but to no avail. Fleur could not be stopped.

Fleur did not consider herself particularly sadistic, but she was enjoying her conquest's suffering. His spluttering only made her harder and the tears streaming down his face brought her closer to completion. "Oh, Monsieur," she moaned as she felt herself nearing the edge. She brought her hands down to the back of his head and held him in place as she stuffed all ten inches of her cock into his throat, her balls covering his nose, and held it there. "Oh, mon dieu!" she exclaimed as cum rocketed out of her cock and straight down Roger's constricting throat. "Parfait!" Fleur slowly pulled her cock out of his throat and he was finally able to fully breathe for the first time in ten minutes. Oxygen had been in short supply with only his nose to rely on.

"Fucking hell!" he yelled. "What was that?"

"Zat, was to teach you a lesson een mannerz, Monsieur Davies," Fleur said simply.

"For what?" he asked.

"For being, what do you English call it, a piggy?"

"How was I a…?"

"Uh! I would not if I were you, Monsieur. I am about to let you cum," she said, as if he should be thankful for her permission.

"Going to let me fuck your throat like that?" Roger's hopes were briefly raised.

"Non! Certainly not! I will play with your leetle thing until you cum!"

"It's not little!" he yelled defiantly. "Just because it's not monstrous like yours!"

"It is not such a bad thing, Monsieur. We come in all sizes," Fleur was certainly enjoying this. He was reacting as any witch or wizard with an ego does.

"Just get on with it," he said, lying back on Fleur's bed, his cock rock hard despite, or perhaps because of, Fleur's emasculating taunts.

Fleur got onto her bed and positioned herself between his legs. Grasping his five-inch shaft with one hand she licked its head as she began to gently stroke it. Roger moaned as Fleur's skilful tongue began to work its magic. "I guess what they say about the French is true," Roger commented.

"And what do zey say?"

"The, ah, best lovers," he groaned out.

Fleur smirked in triumph; her ego fed its nourishment for the day. Even if it did come from someone who she found to be wholly unpleasant. A compliment is a compliment.

Fleur refocused on the task at hand, and started to use her free hand to gently play with his balls, as the other increased its stroking speed. She knew that her ministrations would have the desired effect shortly.

Roger himself was in heaven. He would happily get throat-fucked for another hour if he received this treatment in return. Fleur's precise tongue flicks and licks, mixed with her skilled hands and nimble fingers were doing a job on him. Given how turned on having her pound his throat had gotten him, the virtuoso performance from the Veela was getting him incredibly close, incredibly quick. "Merlin!" he gasped, as Fleur's tongue toyed with his sensitive slit. The cliff edge was slowly nearing, but Fleur decided to catapult him over it. All it took was her hand to move from his balls down to his ass, and for her index finger to slip inside of it. He cried out as he raced off the cliff, but Fleur made him crash to the ground quicker than expected.

Her final revenge. Her plan all along. She let go off his cock and removed her mouth from it. Without stimulation, his orgasm simultaneously, started and ended. Pleasure surged to his core as it should, but then nothing. It built up but did not release. It just sort of fizzled out. "No!" he cried as he realised what she had done. "You, bitch!"

Fleur simply laughed and reached for her wand. "Did ze piggy not get 'iz meal?" she giggled. "Petrificus Totalus!" she said calmly, freezing Roger's body in a messy state of rage. She levitated his body up and off the bed, across the room. Opening the door, she dropped him in the hallway. Roger lay there, naked, his cum pooled at the base of his cock, matting his pubic hairs. Then came his very expensive clothes, bought specially for the Ball. "'Ow pathetic!" Fleur spat, then slamming the door closed. She knew he would be unceremoniously dumped outside, unfrozen if he was lucky, by whoever had the misfortune of finding him next. She smiled to herself, satisfied with her victory. But two feelings soon washed over her that replaced her feeling of satisfaction; sadness at not getting a special night at a Ball that she had always dreamed of, she wished she had asked Hermione before the dunderhead, Viktor had, and; a strange feeling that she was being watched. Shaking off the latter, and letting the former wash over her she set about her bedtime routine. She failed to notice the small green bug fly from her open window. A window she never closed, because the heating charms on the carriage heated all the air that came in through it.

She was none the wiser.

---

All in all, the night was not going too bad, Harry thought. He had hardly been the best date, he knew that. But Parvati had not hexed him anywhere painful and now he got to enjoy the Indian girl's firm cock as it was thrust in and out of his ass.

Harry and Ron had diligently served the twin sisters, both of them getting into it, covering their respective shafts in saliva. Then the twins had decided, telepathically it seemed to Harry, to swap, and Harry had got to taste Padma as well. The fact that he was then tasting Ron's saliva did not enter his mind.

Before they came, the girls manoeuvred Harry and Ron onto the large mattress. Both boys were on their hands and knees, lined up parallel to one another. They both consciously avoided looking at each other.

"I've wanted to fuck this tight ass for ages!" Parvati exclaimed, giving the ass in question, Harry's ass, a sharp spank to illustrate her point. Harry moaned at the spank and then moaned even louder as he felt Parvati's tongue preparing his asshole. If Ron's moans were anything to go by, he was receiving the same treatment from Padma.

"You're lucky we're nice," said Padma. "A lot of girls would have rammed their cocks in dry with how you two have been tonight."

"Oh, thank you so much," Ron replied sarcastically. Needless to say, this was a mistake. "Fuck!" he cried as Padma rammed her cock into his ass with no warning.

"Wanna be a sarcastic little bitch, huh?" Padma asked aggressively. "This is how they get treated!"

Padma tightened her grip on Ron's ass and began to withdraw her cock from his ass, before slamming it back in.

"Don't worry, Harry, I'll be a bit gentler," said Parvati as she lined up the tip of her needy dick with Harry's now slick hole. "Morgana, you're tight," she moaned as the head of her cock slid in. "I'd have thought with how much fucking you've been doing that you'd be a bit looser," she commented with a wry grin. Harry was grateful that Parvati did not mention who it was that he had been fucking. Now was certainly not the time for Ron to find out that his best friend and his sister were going at it. Or at least had been.

Parvati sighed in satisfaction as all of her seven inches slid into Harry. She had not been lying when she had said that she had wanted his ass for ages. Half of the girls in Hogwarts wanted to slide inside of Harry, and the other half wanted Harry to slide into them. Parvati soon finished soaking in her satisfaction and got to work.

Harry and Ron were quite the picture, both of them moaning like whores, as two twins pounded into them from behind. The two boys stared straight ahead and lost themselves in their own world of anal pleasure, neither one wanting to acknowledge the presence of the other. The girls thought this was childish and stupid, but did not comment, and proceeded to roughly fuck them, working out all of the night's frustrations on their asses.

Padma was enjoying the plump ass before her. She herself had a little thickness to her body and she enjoyed that in a partner too. Ron's ass was particularly plump and she loved watching it ripple on every forward thrust. His ass was just about making up for the disastrous evening. But that did not mean she did not want Harry's ass as well. "Finish Round 1?" Padma asked Parvati simply, the two able to communicate with minimal vocalisation.

"Inside?" Parvati asked back.

"Yeah, let's paint them later," Padma smirked back. Parvati leaned towards her sister in response and the two exchanged a passionate kiss, still thrusting back and forth into their respective dates. "It's the endgame now, boys!" exclaimed Padma as she slightly shifted position. She got up from her knees and instead crouched behind Ron and fucked downwards into him as opposed to straight forwards from a level plane.

Parvati took a different approach and grabbed Harry's wrists before pulling them off the floor, where they were keeping him up and letting him fall to the mattress, gently. She then smacked Harry on the front of the thigh so that he lay his legs flat too. "I love this position," Parvati moaned into Harry's ear as they completed their transition into prone bone.

Parvati's body now lay along Harry's, her legs upon his, her cock still firmly inside of him, her stomach at the small of his back and her breasts pressing into his shoulder blades. His arms were stretched out before him, her hands around his wrists keeping them pinned down. The position was more work for Parvati, but it also made Harry's ass tighten delectably around her cock; it was a worthwhile trade off.

Parvati lifted her hips off of Harry's ass and then slammed them back down again. Harry moaned loudly, the new position allowing Parvati to thrust in more forcefully certainly added to Harry's pleasure. He too very much liked the position.

"Morgana, Harry!" Parvati moaned into his ear. "Tell me you want my cum."

"I want your cum, Parvati," Harry replied through his moans, Parvati slamming her cock up and down with speed and force.

"You do don't you, you little slut!" she growled. "Fucking beg for it!"

"Please give me your cum, Parv, please. I want to feel you fill me up with your cum!" Harry begged.

"Fucking, Merlin!" Parvati cried as she slammed her hips down onto Harry's ass, her dick into his bowels, for the last time and unleashed a torrent of cum inside of him. Moaning into Harry's neck she shuddered through an incredible orgasm, just as her sister began hers.

"Fucking take it you fucking slut!" Padma cried as she slammed into Ron with mercy far from her mind. "You're a little cockslut aren't you? A fucking anal whore!" she shouted. Ron's increasingly loud moans only encouraged her.

The submissive in Ron had completely taken over his body. From the moment he had got down onto his knees before Padma and started to worship her cock he had been in a sort of trance. All of his inhibitions about being a submissive, of which a few lingered even if he had mostly got over them, were gone, and in their place was nothing but a desire to get fucked. Padma's powerful fucking was exactly what Ron wanted in that moment. And it showed in the hands-free orgasm that it triggered.

"Fucking hell, I haven't even touched your cock and you're cumming! You really are an anal slut, aren't you?"

"Yes," Ron gasped out as his cock spurted the evidence of his pleasure down his leg.

The clutching of Ron's ass as he came was enough to push Padma over the edge and she came with a roar. "Morgaaaana!" she cried as her balls spent their load inside of Ron's trembling ass.

Round one was over, but the twins were just getting started.

---

Elsewhere in the castle, another pair of twins were in a very different position. The couple of hours of dancing with Angelina and Alicia had left the Weasley twins incredibly frustrated and desperate for any sort of release. Not since they had made the mistake with the potion had they been so desperate.

Angelina and Alicia had challenged each other to keep the boys erect for the entire evening. And they had pretty much succeeded. Using every trick they knew; bumping, grinding, kissing, groping, grabbing, flashing and rubbing they had kept the twins in a state of perpetual horniness. And it had definitely reaped its reward for the girls.

Having retreated to a girls bathroom in a part of the school far from the ball, the girls took their prize. Angelina had found herself a toilet seat and sat on the cover, dress pulled up exposing her massive size. Her ebony shaft stood tall and proud and though he had seen it many times before, Fred still paused for a second before getting on his knees before her.

Similarly, Alicia leant against a sink and spread her legs for George to kneel between. Taking her entire dress off and draping it, carefully, over the side of the nearest stall, Alicia grabbed the bottom of her impressive length and presented it to her date. Neither girl had been wearing underwear, knowing full well that this was the position they were going to end up in. Only Voldermort himself returning would have stopped this conclusion.

The boys were also aware that the evening was a foregone conclusion, lucky for them it was a conclusion that they liked. And they also knew that the evening meant a lot to the girls, so being the good quasi-boyfriends that they were, they not only practiced dancing, unlike their younger brother, but they were also ready for a bruising of a fuck at the end of the night. They knew the girls were going to let their dominant sides out and the twins were content to indulge them. It was not as if they did not enjoy the treatment.

Fred began the worship of Angelina's ebony member with her balls, gripping her shaft he moved it out of the way so that he could get to her balls with his mouth. "Oh, Fred," Angelina moaned, one hand running through his red hair, as he took one of her full balls into his mouth at a time. "I'm going to enjoy this so much," she murmured with a smile.

Meanwhile, George had simply impaled himself on Alicia's cock. Though not as big as Angelina, her nine inches was still a challenge to deal with. But now experienced in handling it, George swallowed her entire length and took her all the way to her base with a practiced ease. "Fuck, Georgey," Alicia moaned, her hands playing with her exposed breasts as George slobbered on her shaft.

George bobbed his head back and forth, ensuring that he kept up a tight seal around her cock, maximising her pleasure. His own hands were on Alicia's dusky thighs, using them as leverage to propel his head along her now slick member.

"You're so good at that, George," complimented Alicia after a couple of minutes of George orally grafting. "But now I'm gonna take control," she said with a lascivious smirk. She placed her hands on George's head and kept it in place. "Open wide," she commanded. George heeded her command, bracing his throat for what was about to come. Alicia savagely thrusted her cock forward and into George's mouth, only stopping briefly for George to open his throat up for her dick. But in one thrust she was buried entirely in his throat, his nose pressed into the hairless skin above her cock. "That's it," she moaned, pulling out half of her cock before ramming it home again. Alicia began to violently fuck George's mouth and throat, enjoying his coughing and spluttering. She made frequent eye contact with him, making sure he was alright, and the slight glint in his eye gave her all the encouragement that she needed.

"Sounds like Alicia has taken control," smirked Angelina at Fred, who had moved on from the black girl's heavy balls and onto her oversized shaft. With eleven of her twelve inches in his oral passageway Fred was pretty proud of himself. But being a perfectionist both on the Quidditch pitch and in the bedroom, Angelina was not. "If you can get all of my cock in your throat and hold it for a minute, I will not fuck your face and I will let you sit up here and ride me at your own pace," Angelina offered. She always loved to make a game out of sex, it was the sportswoman in her.

"What a generous offer the lady makes," said Fred as he surfaced for air.

"And will the gentleman take the offer?" asked Angelina, smiling at her date. Both of the twins never failed to make sex enjoyable.

"Of course. A gentleman should never refuse a kind offer from a beautiful lady," Fred smiled back. Angelina blushed slightly at being called beautiful as she did every time.

"Then the gentleman may proceed," the Quidditch captain replied.

Fred took a large gulp of air, partly out of necessity and partly for dramatic flair, before diving onto Angelina's shaft like a dog on a bone. He got the first ten inches into his throat with an ease that only comes from experience, but the last two were always a struggle. Keeping his throat as relaxed as possible, Fred pushed his head further downward, feeling her shaft slowly slipping further in. "Almost there, Freddy," Angelina encouraged, enjoying both the pleasure and the spectacle.

The last inch proved a challenge but eventually Fred felt the finishing line, which in this case, was his nose pressing into the sparse curls above Angelina's glorious cock. "Now you've got to stay down there a minute," reminded Angelina, her hands on the back of his head, keeping his achievement in his mouth.

Fred's eyes were beginning to blur and the air coming in from his nose was starting to prove to be less than adequate when Angelina began her countdown. "10! 9! 8! 7!" Fred's hands gripped Angelina's thighs as he struggled to continue on. "6! 5! 4! 3!" Fred knew he was so close he only had to hold down for… "2! 1! 0!" Angelina cried exuberantly. Fred instantly came up gasping for air. "Fuck me, Fred that was impressive," said Angelina genuinely.

"Thank… you… madam," Fred replied in between large breaths.

"You good?" Angelina asked.

"I'm good enough to ride that monster," Fred answered.

"By all means," Angelina smirked.

---

The third member of the Chaser trio was also having an excellent night. Katie Bell had been in a relationship with Leanne Marwood, a fellow Gryffindor in her year, since the end of summer. They had been friends since their first year and had finally, much to the relief of Alicia and Angelina, admitted their feelings for each other. The Yule Ball was their first official outing together.

Whilst relations between witches was commonplace in the wizarding world, full blown romantic relationships were frowned upon. So, the fact that Katie and Leanne were dating would certainly raise some eyebrows. But neither witch cared particularly and any querying looks aimed at them went unnoticed by the happy couple, who danced away the night.

"That was a good time," said Katie as she and Leanne sat on a windowsill in an empty corridor.

"It really was," gushed Leanne, the excitement of the ball still in her system.

"Less of a fuss than I thought there might be," Katie commented.

"Maybe that's because you're not actually the centre of the universe," teased Leanne.

"Hey! I don't think I'm the centre of the universe! Near the centre maybe, but not right in the middle!" protested Katie, jokingly.

"Well, you're the centre of my universe," said Leanne, as she tucked a stray piece of Katie's hair behind her ear.

"You're so cheesy, you know that," said Katie, slowly leaning in.

"But you love it," Leanne whispered back just before their lips met. Their kiss was at first slow and sweet, before deepening and turning more passionate. Their hands wrapped around each other and Katie moaned into Leanne's mouth as the girl nibbled on her lower lip. Now in a full-blown snogging session, the two tried to unclothe each other without breaking the kiss. A difficult task and eventually Katie gave up, desperate to move onto other things.

"I need to be inside of you like now," stated Katie, her voice shot through with lust. Leanne scrambled to remove her dress, Katie's need mirroring her own. "Fuck, you're so hot!" exclaimed Katie as she scanned her eyes up and down her girlfriend's body.

Whereas Katie was toned from her Quidditch playing, Leanne was meatier, her breasts, hips and ass fuller. A neat triangle of hair rested just above her six inches of girlmeat. Her face, now twisted with lust, was round with a hint of leftover baby fat. Her green eyes glowered at Katie's own, expressing her own amorous desires.

Katie had also managed to discard her clothing, making a large pile of reasonably priced gown wear in the middle of the corridor. But neither girl cared particularly. And Katie certainly did not care when Leanne pushed her into sitting back on the windowsill and then bent down to wet her cock. "Ohhhh," Katie moaned as Leanne gave Katie a quick and sloppy blowjob. "That's so hot," she groaned as her cock got covered in Leanne's saliva. Leanne stood up and smirked at Katie, before settling on the chaser's lap, her knees either side of Katie on the windowsill.

"Ready?" Leanne asked. Too impatient to wait for the answer Leanne raised her ass and positioned Katie's throbbing cock at her entrance. Then she slowly lowered herself down, Katie's soaked member providing all the lubrication necessary for the cock to easily slide into Leanne's ass. "Hmm, you always feel so good inside me," Leanne moaned as her ass came to a rest on Katie's thighs.

Katie could only groan as she felt her cock entirely submerged in her girlfriend's tight ass. So far, Leanne had only had sex with Katie and thus her ass was still almost virgin tight, a fact that never went unnoticed to the lighter-skinned girl.

Katie moved her hands down to Leanne's full ass and assisted her girlfriend in beginning to slowly bob up and down on her cock. Both girls groaned in pleasure as Leanne began a rhythm of rising and falling. "So good," Katie moaned out as Leanne began to ride her proper.

Their foreheads were pressed together and they stared into each other's eyes as Leanne continued to ride her girlfriend. The sex was intimate and romantic, but no less hot than a hard fuck. This was 'lovemaking' at its sweetest. And both girls felt it to be the perfect way to end what had been a lovely night. "Are you going to cum, my sweet?" Leanne asked.

"Only when you do," Katie smiled back.

"Well, I won't be too far with some assistance," Leanne replied. Katie followed the implication and moved one of her hands to grasp Leanne's hard cock, slowly jerking the length in time with Leanne's own up and down motion. "Oh, yes," Leanne gasped as the combination of her prostate being rubbed by Katie's cock and her own member being played with sent her tumbling over the edge. "Ughhhhh!" she moaned out as she came. Her orgasm was quiet, without the histrionics of an explosive orgasm triggered by faster fucking, instead it was a gentle high. It was no less pleasurable an orgasm, it was just different in nature. Sweet as opposed to fiery. The high did not explode through her body, but instead gently rolled across it, leaving a trail of goosebumps and hairs-on-end in its wake.

Katie had a similar experience, her orgasm following shortly after her girlfriend's. Her cock poured its contents into Leanne's clutching ass as her body trembled softly in ecstasy. She tipped her head back and let out a pleasured moan, that only increased in volume when she felt Leanne's mouth kiss along her exposed neck and jawline.

"You looked so beautiful when you came," Leanne whispered to Katie as the chaser returned to the world around her.

"Are you saying I don't always look beautiful?" questioned Katie with a quirked eyebrow.

"Oh, stop it you," laughed Leanne, smacking her girlfriend gently on the shoulder. "Way to ruin the moment!"

"It was quite a moment," agreed Katie. "How about we go to my bed and make more moments," Katie suggested, the euphemism clear and obvious.

"Let's," enthused Leanne.

The two cleaned up, redressed and walked away from their lovemaking perch, hand-in-hand. They did not acknowledge what just happened. Neither needed to say it explicitly, for both knew that the other agreed. What just happened was magical. And words were not needed to express the sentiment.

Silence was all it took.

---

Lavender's evening had not gone quite as bad as Padma's, but nor was it the exquisite high of Katie and Leanne's. She fell somewhere in the middle. It was not that Seamus was a bad guy. He was even a half decent dancer. It was just that he only really wanted one thing and Lavender knew exactly what it was.

She tried to convince herself that she did not mind. That she was fine with being expected to 'give out'. But she always failed. She wanted to be with someone who wanted to be with her because she was her, not because she had the second largest chest in the year (Susan Bones took first place by a country mile). She had that somewhat with Parvati, but they were just friends who fucked sometimes, a lot of the time actually, but it was never going to be more than that. Lavender, as vapid as she seemed to many, wanted something more substantive.

But alas, she was on her knees servicing Seamus. He was not a terrible guy and he had not pushed for anything, but she knew that was what he wanted and so she gave it to him.

Leaning against a corridor wall, Seamus moaned as Lavender bobbed up and down on his shaft. Her blonde curly hair swinging every time she took his length in her mouth. Seamus ran his hands through it, keeping it out of her face.

Lavender handled Seamus' six inches deftly, switching between gentle bobbing and focusing on the tip. As she refocused on the head of his member again, jerking off the rest of his shaft with one of her hands, Seamus groaned louder than he had previously. "I'm gonna cum if you keep that up," he announced.

"Do you want to, you know…" said Lavender, her implication clear.

"If you don't mind?" replied Seamus, very much declaring his interest.

"Not at all," said Lavender, flashing him a smile. It was forced, but he did not know that.

"Wicked," Seamus replied lecherously.

"Here?" asked Lavender.

"I don't think anyone's going to come," answered Seamus, eager to lose his virginity. "Except us," he added. Lavender simply sighed at the attempt at humour.

The blonde girl proceeded to bend over; her palms pressed against the corridor wall. Seamus stood behind her and flipped her dress up onto her back. Lavender had foregone underwear and had already used the lubrication and of course the cleaning spell on herself. She knew how the night would end.

Seamus stood behind the prostrate girl and positioned his cock at her entrance. "Ohhhh," he sighed as the head of his cock slipped inside of her. "Feels so good," he moaned breathily as his member continued slipping into her depths. "Merlin!" Seamus had bottomed out inside Lavender and paused for a moment to enjoy the new and incredible sensations.

Lavender meanwhile just wanted him to hurry up. It was not that it was unpleasant, it was perfectly nice. But she knew it was not going to be enough to get her off and she was not much in the mood anyway. So, she started thrusting her ass back onto him, fucking herself on his cock.

"Merlin, you're sexy," Seamus complimented, gripping Lavender's hips and thrusting forwards himself.

"You like that?" Lavender forced herself to play the role.

"Fuck yeah, I do!" he exclaimed, picking up his pace as he did so. His cock was now pistoning in and out of her ass, her padded ass cheeks jiggling on each impact. The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed throughout the corridor. "God, I'm close!" he proclaimed. Lavender was not surprised; her blowjob had clearly had a marked effect and it was his first time. She was relieved that he had not yet developed much stamina.

"Cum for me!" she encouraged, trying to sound as sexy as she could.

"Fuck yeah I will!" he declared. "Meeerlin!" he gave a final cry as he finished inside of her. Bottoming out in her ass and then dumping his seed in her. "That was incredible," he said excitedly as he pulled his cock from her ass.

"Yeah, it was good," she agreed, reaching for her wand, that was attached to her thigh, and beginning the cleaning up process.

"So, erm, thanks," he said, once he had calmed down and made himself look appropriate. Though anyone with a pair of eyes could work out what he had just done from the smile that refused to leave his face.

"No need to thank me, I enjoyed it too," Lavender said, straightening out her dress.

"Do you want me to, erm…?" Seamus asked nervously.

"No, it's fine, Seamus. I sorted myself out earlier, didn't want to make a mess of my dress, so I'm alright," she lied.

"Um, ok. If you're sure."

"I am," she reassured him.

"So, what happens now?" he asked awkwardly, not having thought about the post-coital interaction.

"Well, you can go and find Dean and do whatever it is that boys do after midnight. And I think I'll go for a walk," she said.

"A walk? At this time? In this weather?" he asked, incredibly perplexed.

"I just need some air," she smiled at him. "So off you skip," she flapped her hands at him as if to shoo him away.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Seamus asked, slightly concerned at her behaviour.

"I'm fine, Seamus. It's just a witch thing. You go and enjoy the rest of your evening," she encouraged.

"Ok," he said, still not sure, but also not wanting to argue. "Thanks again," he said, moving in for a kiss. Lavender turned her face so that he kissed her on the cheek.

"It's fine, Seamus. Really. You don't have to thank me."

"Ok," he said finally. And then he was gone.

"Fuck," Lavender sighed. "Fuck…"

---

"Fuck!" cried Fred as he rose and fell on Angelina's ebony member. Her hands were on his waist, assisting him with his efforts. He had been riding her for several minutes and was quickly reaching a state of delirium. Her twelve inches of thick and powerful dark meat continually ploughed his insides, triggering every sensitive spot that he had. No point of pleasure was missed. Her cock hit everything.

In the time that Fred had been eagerly riding Angelina's rod, Alicia had moved George over to the occupied cubicle. George then found himself bent over at its entrance, arms holding on to the edge of each wall, as Alicia speared into him from behind. "Careful with the merchandise," George jokingly chastised.

"Oh, hush," retorted Alicia, giving him a sharp spank for his troubles. "Just take my cock, like a good boy," she whispered into his ear, eliciting a moan from the redhead.

The two chasers made eye contact around the groaning bodies of their boys and smiled devilishly at each other. This was the best kind of team bonding, they thought. But the girls had something a little more planned for this particular night. Something they had failed to mention to the boys. They knew that they needed to get the beaters horny and thinking with their cocks, in order for them to pull it off.

The two chasers nodded at each other and Angelina began making it happen. Taking one hand from Fred's waist she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. "I wanna bend you over and fuck you from behind," she growled in his ear. Without hesitation he obeyed, getting up off of Angelina, her cock falling from his ass with a plop. He turned around to find himself faced with an identical version of himself looking back. Now he hesitated. "Don't worry," Angelina whispered gently in his ear. "Just bend over and let me take you," she instructed, pushing at his back to encourage him to do as he was being told.

Somewhat reluctantly, Fred bent over, one palm against the open door, the other against the opposite wall. The twins' faces were now only inches apart. They had worked out what the girls had planned. And they were both of mixed minds about it. Fucking side-by-side with your twin is one thing, but to actually initiate intimate contact with them is another thing altogether. On one side, they both knew that they were somewhat open to doing things with other men, a recent development, and they also knew that incestuous coupling was far from rare in the wizarding world. Though both had thus far avoided the fate of their mother 'helping them out'. Plus, the Patil twins, and if rumours were to be believed the Greengrass sisters were examples of intra-family bonding. But it was still a situation that both of them had skirted around and despite the girls' fantasies on the subject, they had never been in an actual situation where it was likely. Until now.

The girls grinned wickedly at each other, over each twin's shoulder. Angelina had now restarted fucking Fred's ass, trying to literally fuck him forwards towards his brother. Alicia was doing the same.

The twins' eyes met at last. And much was communicated in the few seconds that they held each other's eye. Though Alicia and Angelina excelled at non-verbal communication, even they could not hold as in-depth a conversation, as quickly, as the twins did in those few silent seconds that passed between them. "Fuck it," they both said at the same, leaning in to kiss.

The kiss was far from chaste as the twins decided to go all in. Their lips clashed and tongues duelled as they moaned into each other's mouth. It was hot and intimate and both of them immediately decided that it warranted further exploration at a later date.

Meanwhile, the two chasers had a completely wild reaction. Angelina's cock jerked in excitement inside of Fred's ass at the sight of their kiss and she began ploughing the boy before her with reckless abandon. Alicia on the other hand, simply stopped and stared at the sight, her eyes consumed by lust. Both of them had spoken of this as a fantasy since they were in their first year and had first laid eyes on the pair. This was effectively five and a half years of hard work. But it was worth it.

Angelina soon came with a shriek and a cry; "Morgana's diiiiiick!" As the ongoing make-out session between the twins drove her to unleashing a torrent of cum in Fred's ass. Meanwhile, Alicia had resumed fucking George, eyes still glued to the twins' locked lips, and she followed her fellow chaser in cumming.

"Fuuuuck!" she cried as she slammed her cock home and pumped her semen into the Weasley twin. "You boys are so fucking hot!" she exclaimed as her orgasm came to an end.

"If this is what a kiss does to them, imagine what would happen if we fucked," joked Fred as they ended their kiss.

"You have a point there, Fred. But who would be on top?" he asked.

"Me of course," replied Fred. "I've always been the leader."

"You? You just spent ten minutes riding twelve inches of cock like a whore!" exclaimed George.

"Boys will be boys," sighed Alicia at their argument. Angelina moved next to her best friend and two exchanged a quick kiss as they got their breath back.

"I can't believe they did it," said Angelina, still in a slight state of shock.

"It was the single hottest thing I have ever seen," Alicia said.

"Agreed. What a way to end the night," Angelina commented.

"Ah! Not so fast, ladies," interrupted Fred.

"The night is not yet over," added George.

"Oh, really?" questioned Angelina, her arms folded across her chest.

"Yes, really. You see you two are not the only devious little planners in this group," Fred said.

"You might say we have a little reputation for such a thing," George added, before continuing. "And you see we realised, just before we indulged your fantasy, that doing so would get you two off quick."

"So quick in fact that we would be left high and dry as it were," Fred explained. Both twins grabbed their hard tools at this pronouncement.

"And as it is now past midnight, your special day is over."

"Your special privileges gone."

"It's now our turn," George finished.

"You really communicated all of that in those few seconds?" asked Alicia incredulously.

"Yep," said Fred.

"Well ok then," said Angelina. "For indulging our fantasies, you can have us, right Alicia?"

"Sure," agreed Alicia.

"But only if you answer one simple question first," Angelina stipulated.

"Ask away," the twins said in unison.

"Did you enjoy the kiss?" she asked simply. Alicia smirked at her friend's question. The boys simply went bright red, giving the answer without saying anything.

"Just as I thought," said Angelina. "I'm looking forward to that developing. So how do you want us?"

"Over the toilet," Fred answered.

"Hands on the cistern," George added.

"As you wish, milords," Angelina smirked. The two chasers returned to the previously used cubicle and did as they had been requested.

"We're all yours," declared Alicia.

The twins admired the sight before them for a moment. Two glorious dark-skinned asses before them, Angelina's tight and well-rounded ass next to Alicia's lighter-toned and curvier one. Fred moved behind Angelina and crouched down, and began lubricating her ass with his tongue. George followed suit with Alicia, whilst the two girls exchanged cute kisses and giggled at the boys' behaviour.

Fred was very eager to move on to the butt stuffing, so where he would normally take his time with Angelina's ass, he stopped after a minute and positioned his cock at her entrance. "Merlin," Angelina groaned as Fred's eight inches slid into her ass. Alicia made a similar sound as George followed his brother's lead.

"They really do be acting in unison," laughed Alicia as the twins seemed to bottom out in their respective lady at the same time.

"Twins, what can you do?" Angelina laughed back. The twins themselves exchanged a wry smile at their girls having a laugh at their expense. But their brows soon furrowed as they concentrated on fucking them.

An outside observer, of which there was one in the form of a horny Moaning Myrtle who was quietly jerking off from the corner of the room, would likely note the incredible intimacy that the foursome shared. They were not simply two couples who were into swapping, or four friends who occasionally fucked. Instead, they were a sort of quaduple, it was as if they all almost dated each other. It certainly seemed that way from the way they touched each other, joked with each other and simply were with each other. They were all in a sort of equal symbiotic relationship. It was strange, but also comforting. It showed that the confines of love were not simply between two people. A concept that would be proven true at a later date, not that the quaduple in the cubicle knew it.

After a few minutes the twins, with only a glance, decided to switch. Though their cocks were identical, they still fucked differently. They still ran at a different tempo, as it were. George, as Angelina was now experiencing, could be slightly more exacting and precise than his brother, hitting the same spots consistently every time, before shifting slightly and then hitting different spots consistently. It built to an incredible feeling of pleasure. Contrastingly, Fred could be a little wilder, tempo, direction and depth of thrusts changing often, creating a symphony of slightly different feelings with each thrust. They were both very talented and both very much attuned to the bodies of the girls.

Fred, now fucking Alicia, grabbed her braided hair and used it for leverage as he fucked her. The slight tugging of her hair sent a delicious thrill through her body. Whilst George had latched onto Angelina's ponytail in similar fashion. Both of the girls looked at each other and licked their lips with this dominant display from the twins, a display that was only furthered by the hard spanks that each girl received. Though the norm was, unsurprisingly, that the girls took the dominant roles in the bedroom, every now and then the boys would turn the tables and to the girls it was most delicious. Even Angelina, infamous for her need to be in control, enjoyed being controlled on occasion, particularly as a full eight inches repeatedly slammed all the way up her ass.

The beaters were both nearing their respective ends and so without a word pulled out of the chasers and indicated, by way of spanking and gentle hair-pulling, for them to take a place on their knees. Not wanting to kneel on the bathroom floor, the chasers crouched, slightly precariously before the twins, their faces together, mouths open and tongues out, ready for what they knew was about to come.

Fred came first. "Fuck!" he exclaimed as he came, jets of his hot cum flying from his cock and plastering the girls' faces in it. The first shot hit Alicia's left eye, the second Angelina's forehead and the third painted Angelina's left cheek, before the fourth, fifth and sixth shots landed around Alicia's lips. When he was done, he presented his cock to Alicia, who greedily took him into her mouth and cleaned off his cock properly. As she was doing so, George let out a deep, grumbling groan and he himself came, splattering Angelina's face and coating her pretty features in a sea of viscous white liquid.

"Perfect," he said, as Angelina followed Alicia's lead and cleaned off the cock before her.

Then the girls turned and focused on each other, licking the cum from one another's face and sharing it between their mouths.

"That is hot," said Fred.

"One of the best sights," George agreed.

"Almost as good as watching a successful prank," Fred added.

"But not quite," his brother smiled.

"One for the road?" Fred asked,

"Yeah, why not," George agreed. And the two kissed deeply again, much to the chasers' happiness.

Even Moaning Myrtle, having now cum herself, was happy for a moment. But it was short lived and she dived back into her pipes, back towards the bathroom that was her home. Sad, as ever.

Whilst the living carried on oblivious.

---

The four Gryffindor Quidditch players were not the only Quidditch players engaging in amorous activities in the castle. Elsewhere, two seekers were engaged in some inter-house bonding. Though sodomy was probably not what the Sorting Hat meant when it encouraged such things.

Cedric Diggory had managed to convince his fellow male Hufflepuff sixth years to stay out of the dorms until the early hours of the morning, which was fine with them for they had all snagged their own dates. It also allowed Cedric and Cho Chang to enjoy each other fully. Something that they were most certainly making the most of.

Cho found herself gripping the back of Cedric's neck, her legs wrapped around his waist, as his strong arms slammed her back and forth on his cock. She was mewing and whimpering into his neck as his decently sized length repeatedly buried itself inside of her. Her own cock was spewing pre-cum, leaving a glistening trail of the natural lubricant on her stomach.

Cedric meanwhile had a mind of two halves. One half was enjoying the sex, the brilliant sensations of Cho's tight ass massaging his member. Meanwhile, the other half was just focusing on not dropping the beautiful Ravenclaw. He knew that would be an instant mood killer. "You feel so good, Cho," he groaned as he felt Cho's ass flex around his cock. They had fucked before, but never in this position. It was something that Cedric had always wanted to try and had planned it for this very night. He had been doing arm exercises all week in preparation, as any good Hufflepuff would. "Does my little slut, liked being used like a toy?" he taunted Cho.

The dominant-submissive relationship had immediately established itself in the bedroom. Cho was chatty and confident in public, always leading the conversation, but the moment it came to sex, she was eager to follow. Cedric was delighted at this turn of events and so the two had easily slid in to a comfortable sexual dynamic. They had experimented with light BDSM, but mostly the dynamic played itself out in Cedric taking the lead in the bedroom, being on top and verbally humiliating the Ravenclaw seeker. She absolutely loved it.

Cedric's words turned her on more than anything else, except his hard cock plundering her ass. He simply verbalised everything that she wanted to be in the bedroom; a slut, a whore, a toy. She was a proper pureblood witch, who could trace her magical heritage back to Ancient China, and she comported herself as such in public. But in private, she was simply an object for Cedric to use. And that was how she liked it.

"I can feel you getting close to cumming, slut," Cedric said. "You better ask for permission," he warned.

"Yes, Master," Cho replied, aware of the consequences of cumming without permission. The last time she had cum without permission her ass had glowed red for two days. Mainly, because she had cum again without permission whilst being spanked for doing it the first time, forcing Cedric to double her punishment. It had been the most ecstatic pain Cho had ever felt. And every time she had sat down for those two days she would blush at the memory, making both pairs of cheeks bright red.

"Get down on your knees," Cedric ordered Cho, releasing his hands from her ass, once her feet had found the floor again. "Now crawl over to the side of the bed," he commanded. Cho followed the instructions immediately and then quietly waited for her next order. "I want you on your shoulders, your back supported by the side of the bed and your ass pointed upwards," he explained. "And don't forget to spread those legs," he added.

Cho complied, following his instructions to the letter. "Beautiful," Cedric smiled as he admired the sight before him. Cho was resting on her shoulders, the rest of her body upside down. The middle of her back to her lower back was resting against the side of the bed, her slightly gaped ass was pointing upward and her legs were pulled back, so that her heels and feet were close to her face. She had effectively folded herself in half for Cedric.

Cedric manoeuvred himself above her, with his feet planted either side of her. He grabbed his firm cock and pointed it downwards, before he crouched down so that his tip was at her entrance. Realising exactly what he was doing, Cho let out an involuntary shudder. Cedric gripped the back of one of Cho's thighs to steady himself as he pushed his cock back into her ass and then began thrusting back and forth, by way of bending and straightening his legs.

It was a complicated position and one that required a lot of work from Cedric, but as a dedicated Hufflepuff he did not mind. And Cho was in heaven as Cedric towered over her and fucked down into her. The nature of their relationship was being physically represented perfectly.

Now with both hands on a thigh, pinning them back, Cedric fucked Cho as quick as his knees would allow. Cedric knew that the dutiful concentration would pay off shortly. And he was right.

It takes barely a couple of minutes for Cho to start begging for permission. "Please, may I cum, master?" she asked pleadingly.

"Only if you open wide and swallow it all like a good girl," Cedric stipulated. Cho immediately opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out, in preparation for what was about to happen. Cho could not scream or exclaim through her orgasm as she normally would with her tongue hanging out her mouth, so instead she made cute feminine squeals from the back of her throat as her orgasm consumed her.

Cedric grinned wolfishly down at her as she squealed and squirmed on his cock. And then her cock exploded, showering her own face in jets of her own cum. A couple of the shots of cum landed on her tongue or in her mouth, but most splattered her face and chest. "Fuck, that was hot!" Cedric exclaimed, removing his cock from her ass. "Now clean it all up," he ordered. Cho did so, scooping all of the cum that failed to land on target into her mouth and swallowing it. Cedric watched, his cock still hard as she went about her task, contentedly. She played it up for her audience, letting the cum drip from her fingers into her open mouth and letting out satisfied groans, as if she had just had a slice of the tastiest cake. "Stop teasing me and get on the bed you little slut," Cedric said with a smile.

"Of course, Master," Cho said obediently, getting up and rotating her shoulders. Whilst the piledriver position was hot, it also wore on one's shoulders.

"On your back, legs back," Cedric said as he joined Cho on the bed. Cho did as instructed, folding her legs back so that her feet were right next to her head again, giving Cedric easy access to her ass. Cedric took advantage of this fact, by ramming his cock straight into her ass. All eight of his steely inches buried themselves inside of her in an instant.

"Fuck!" Cho exclaimed as her ass went from empty to full in a moment.

"You were made for cock weren't you, you little whore," taunted Cedric, as he placed his palms flat against the underside of her knee and repeatedly drove into her. He looked straight down at the Asian girl as he did so, a smirk on his face and a pleasure smile on hers.

"Yes, I was, master," Cho answered obediently. "I was made for you to use me as a fucktoy!"

"Merlin," he groaned at her words. He had no clue as to why her degrading herself turned him on so much, but it did.

Cho was folded up like a pretzel for several minutes as Cedric slowly neared his own finish. Her now flaccid cock bounced and jiggled against her lower stomach as Cedric ploughed into her relentlessly. His cock speared her over and over again with a desperate pace as if he had not cum for weeks. When in fact she had sucked him off only that morning. But it turned her on to know how much he desired her, how much her body turned him on. The desirous look in his eye was almost enough to make her get hard again.

As for Cedric, he was simply enjoying the sensational pleasure as it consumed his entire body. Starting with his cock, the pleasure shuddered its way through his body as he came with several loud gasps. The ecstatic summit ripped through his body, before he fell from the precipice and collapsed on top of a very content seeker. "That was incredible, baby," he breathed as he rolled off of her.

"You were like a man possessed," Cho giggled.

"You do that to me," he said honestly, rolling over onto his side and cupping her cheek. He kissed her gently, letting the kiss itself speak for him.

"Making me cum on my face was quite something," Cho said as they broke for air.

"Oh, yeah. Did you like it?" he asked.

"Loved it," she said enthusiastically. "You know I love cum."

"I bet you can't wait until you get Harry's and my cum on your face," Cedric said.

"Oh, I definitely can't," she agreed, excitedly.

"I'll ask him soon," Cedric informed her.

"He'll definitely say yes," Cho assured.

"What makes you say that?"

"Witch's intuition," she replied.

"What else does this intuition tell you?"

"That you're both going to fuck me. That you're going to fuck him. And that I'm going to love it all," she said.

"I'm going to fuck him am I?"

"I reckon so," Cho nodded.

"Did this intuition tell you that we're both going to fuck your ass… at the same time?" Cedric asked, purposely teasing her. Cho's mouth instantly went dry at the thought. A shudder passed through her body and her asshole tensed. It was too hot a concept for her to fully process. "We're going to tie you up and pound your ass, until its gaping wide and filled with several loads," Cedric continued.

"Mmmmmm," Cho moaned, rolling on top of her boyfriend and passionately making out with him. "Round 2?"

"Certainly," Cedric smiled.

And thus, they resumed.

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Concurrently, a Round 2 had already got underway. After finishing inside of the two boys, the twins lay next to each other, gently caressing and kissing each other, luxuriating in the post-orgasm haze. Contrastingly, Harry and Ron were on their backs, cum dribbling from their holes. Ron was still recovering from his own powerful orgasm. Whereas Harry, who had yet to reach his own release, was lying there, trying his hardest to resist turning over and taking one of the twins.

Eventually, when the two Indian girls felt their cocks slowly stir back to life, they moved into action. "Harry, come and clean my cock," Padma confidently ordered Harry. Harry, did not particularly appreciate Padma's expectant tone, but knew better than to argue. He clambered over Parvati's body and settled in between Padma's legs. He grasped her length but then hesitated, as he realised that this cock had just been seven inches deep inside of his best friend. His best friend who was still lying to his immediate right. "I don't have all night, Harry," Padma growled. Harry relented.

He took the semi-hard shaft into his mouth and used his tongue to clean off the half-dry cum encrusted around her head. The taste was a mix of the salty deliciousness, at least in Harry's opinion, of a witch's cum and a little tang of ass. The thought that it was indeed Ron's ass both disgusted and excited him in equal measure. It made him want to stop as much as it made him want to continue. He continued, slowly taking her entire shaft in his mouth and bathing it in spittle and saliva. "You're such a good boy," Padma cooed patronisingly. Dominating the two wizards had really brought out the slightly cruel side of her sexual persona. Only Lavender ever usually received such treatment from her.

Up until this point, Parvati had been keenly observing her twin sister at work. But the sight of Harry swallowing Padma's used shaft, aroused her enough to summon Ron, who managed to rouse himself from his own post-orgasm slumber. He assumed the same position as his friend, had the same hesitation but then overruled it in a similar manner, only with more enthusiasm. He had once again entered his sub-space.

He worked her shaft, its head and base, and her balls in equal measure. Deploying his tongue and hands to coax and work her into a state of hardness. "Who knew wizards could be such sluts for cock?" asked Parvati as she watched Ron slobber all over her balls.

"They're the real whores of the wizarding world," laughed Padma. "They try and hide it but when a witch's member flops out, they're instantly on their knees!" Harry's cock jerked in response to Padma's harsh words. His mind instantly went to the words of Iolanthe Peverell, a work that he knew he definitely needed to show to Ginny and Hermione. If he could get the former to talk to him again.

'She's probably riding Neville's cock," Harry thought to grimly to himself as he took Padma's now hard cock into his throat. Harry was actually correct; Ginny was wildly riding Neville's thick cock as he swallowed Padma's cock.

"Alright Harry, you've got me hard and wet enough. You can ride me now, I wanna watch that cock flop about," ordered Padma. Harry obliged, crawling up her body until his ass hovered over her cock. He grasped it with one hand and pointed at his entrance, before slowly sliding back onto it. His ass was still stretched from taking Parvati so the new intruder entered with ease and no pain. "Hmmm," moaned Padma. "So tight."

Harry ignored the girl's comments and instead focused on beginning to bounce up and down on her cock. With his feet either side of her waist and his hands on the floor behind him, by her thighs, he began to rise and fall on her shaft. His erect cock flopped and slapped against Padma's stomach as he did so, making a smacking noise as it did. "This is so hot," Padma commented as she grabbed Harry's cock and began to jerk him off. "Don't say I don't treat my sluts well," she smirked.

Harry's only response was several loud moans as her cock repeatedly found his prostate and nestled alongside it, shooting spikes of pleasure to his core. "Yeah, you like that?" Padma taunted.

As Padma and Harry were engaging in a somewhat belligerent, albeit intensely pleasurable, fuck, Ron and Parvati were also going at it. Ron too was riding his partner, but he was facing away from Parvati, his meaty ass free for Parvati to view at her pleasure, and to occasionally spank. Although Ron had already cum, and he was not hopeful for another orgasm imminently, he still rode Parvati enthusiastically. He was enjoying her quiet gasps and moans as her cock was repeatedly plunged into the pleasurable vortex of his ass; at least when he could hear them over the degrading taunts of her sister.

Harry was nearing his first orgasm of the night, thanks to the combination of his own locomotive efforts and Padma's firm but dextrous handling of his cock. "You gonna cum, slut?" Padma asked, jerking his cock that little bit harder.

"Yes!" Harry exclaimed as he continued riding her cock. "Yes, yes, yes!" he cried as he came, his legs shaking from the orgasm and unable to hold his weight any longer. He collapsed onto Padma's lap as cum erupted from his tip and covered Padma's stomach and tits. A drop even hit her chin. The liquid formed milky white pools, a stark contrast to her caramel-coloured skin. "God," he sighed as the pleasure slowly ebbed from his system.

"Lean forward," Padma commanded once control returned to Harry's body. He did so, draping his stomach and chest against her own, ignoring the sticky substance that was now rubbing against his torso.

Padma moved her hands down to Harry's hips, holding him slightly aloft, before beginning to hammer cock in and out of him. Slamming her hips up and down, she pounded into Harry from below, powerfully spearing into his ass over and over again. "Fuck! This tight ass is gonna make me explode!" she growled into Harry's ear. "Pav, you almost there yet?" she asked her sister.

"Not far away," came back the response in a strained voice.

"Let's paint them white," Padma said. "Well, whiter" she added. She shoved Harry's body off of her own and rose quickly to her feet. Understanding what she wanted, Harry got to his knees and turned his face up, waiting for her load.

Padma jerked her cock furiously just before Harry's face whilst she waited for her sister. Less than a minute later Parvati stood next to her sister, cock in hand, as both of them jerked their cocks off in front of the boys faces.

Ron and Harry had settled on an unspoken compromise. Their faces were not touching, but they were close to each other. Close enough for each girl to hit both of them with their flying spunk. The twins thought this was absurd given that they had each licked a cock that had been in the other's ass, but chose not to comment. The compromise was good enough.

Padma came first, exploding with a roar as she shot her load over Harry's face first, taking great glee in striking his famous scar and glasses, before turning her body slightly and striking Ron's slightly rounder face. Parvati followed not much later, orgasming quietly, but following in her sister's steps in terms of covering both boys' faces with her seed. Though Parvati started with Ron and then ended with Harry.

And then that was it. The night was over.

"Well, I certainly had fun," said Padma, her high still running in her veins. The boys simply murmured a vague agreement.

"We should probably clear this all up," said Parvati, now suddenly slightly embarrassed by the whole event.

The foursome cleared the room up of any evidence of their sordid activities, returning it to its usual state, fit for magical education, in silence. The twins left first, back in their colourful outfits, with awkward cheek kissing and forcibly joyous goodbyes. When the door closed both Harry and Ron let out breaths, they had not even been aware they were holding.

"Barmy, those two," said Ron, breaking the silence.

"Mean too," Harry replied.

"Yeah, I enjoyed it though," Ron said truthfully, before turning bright red as he realised what he had revealed.

"I did too, overall. It's just harder to get into that kinda thing with people you don't know so well, y'know," Harry explained, ignoring Ron's embarrassment.

"Yeah, I guess," said Ron, not too sure he agreed. Padma's humiliating words had turned him on greatly and only made his need to get back with Hermione more urgent and pressing, or so he thought.

Equally, Harry wanted to explore similar things, but with someone he knew, actively liked and maybe even loved. He had to make up with Ginny and soon. He also knew that he should tell her about the book.

Both of them having decided the same thing, though not knowing that, they too left the room, followed by a flying, green insect, and began the lengthy walk back to the Gryffindor dormitory.

"I could really do with a biscuit," said Ron, suddenly.

"Kitchens?"

"Kitchens," Ron agreed.

And off they went, rule breaking and adventuring again. And they took their sweet little time about it.

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Hermione was walking back from the Durmstrang ship having just finished with Viktor for the night. She liked Viktor, and she liked pounding his ass as she had just done. But she knew the relationship was not going to go anywhere else particularly. She just did not feel for him like that. He was not Ron, though Hermione was unsure about that too. The argument had created some doubts in her mind.

But Hermione was interrupted from her thoughts by an awfully odd sight. Lavender Brown was meandering around the grounds, with only her Ball outfit on. "Lavender?" Hermione called. "What on earth are you doing out, it's freezing?" asked Hermione.

"I just needed some air," she replied.

"But why couldn't you find something warmer to wear?" she asked, in a sympathetic tone.

"I was just…" she sighed. "I don't know, Hermione."

"Come here," Hermione gestured, wrapping the thick fur coat that Viktor had given her around Lavender's shoulders. "Let's get you back to the dorms," Hermione said, speeding up the pace at which they were walking.

The two walked in silence as they navigated the complicated maze of Hogwarts corridors and stairs, a maze that both knew off by heart. Both of them lost in their own thoughts.

The silence was broken as they entered the fourth-year girls' dormitories. "Parvati is still out. Must mean Harry managed to do something right," Hermione said, trying to lighten the tension. Her comment was only met by a gentle sob from behind her. "Oh, Lavender. What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," said Lavender, trying to hold back the tears.

"Well, that's clearly a lie," Hermione replied.

"I just…" Lavender tried to explain. "Do you ever feel like no one can really see you? Like they look at you and they see you, but they don't see you," she said.

"Yes," replied Hermione simply. "Yes, I do. Let's get into bed before we discuss such a fun topic," Hermione suggested, smiling softly at Lavender.

The two girls could hardly be called friends. In fact, Lavender and Parvati had been outright mean to Hermione in the past, though in the past year things had settled. They mostly kept to themselves now. Though Hermione was well aware of what Lavender and Parvati often got up to at night. Just the thought aroused Hermione immensely. For though they were not close, Hermione could hardly deny their beauty.

It took several minutes for the girls to get into their nightwear. They giggled childishly as they helped each other remove their overly complex gowns. There was something so intimate about helping another undress. That intimacy could be platonic or otherwise, but it was special regardless.

Once in their nightwear Hermione followed Lavender round to her bed and slipped under the covers with her. "I know we're not close, Lavender but you can tell me anything," reassured Hermione.

"Am I a nice person, Hermione?" the blonde asked in a quiet voice.

"Not always, Lavender. But you can be," Hermione replied honestly.

"I'm sorry that Parvati and me were bitches to you in previous years. We've tried to change," Lavender apologised.

"It's fine, Lavender. What has got you wandering the school grounds, at night, in the middle of winter?" Hermione asked, trying to manoeuvre the conversation back onto Lavender. "Was it something Seamus said?"

"No, no… well sort of. We had sex, Seamus and me, and it was decent, completely consensual. But I just feel sometimes as if that is all I'm good for y'know. As if no one wants to know me for me, but just for my body," Lavender explained. "And I feel like I have to give it up because otherwise they'll lose interest y'know. I love sex, I love being fucked, but sometimes I want something else. Does that make sense?"

"It makes perfect sense, Lavender," Hermione responded. It really did, not that Hermione had that many guys, or girls, after her. Instead, it was more the other way around, she got used for homework help and nothing else. Though that had started to change in recent weeks. She had fucked a Veela, and a French one at that, after all. "What do you want instead?"

"Intimacy," she replied simply. "I want cute dates in Hogsmeade and sweet lovemaking in a bed. Obviously some hard fucking mixed in, but sometimes it would be nice to just connect, truly connect with another."

"What about Parvati?" Hermione asked.

"She's the closest I have to it. But I don't think she sees me anymore than a friend who she fucks. And it's great and I'm not sure I want anything more with her. But maybe we could try it?" Lavender elucidated.

"Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?" Hermione blurted out. She had no idea why she had said it. She had not planned to say it, she simply had.

Lavender rolled over onto her side and looked at Hermione. Hermione looked back. "Yes," Lavender whispered softly.

Hermione cupped Lavender's face gently and then moved her head even closer. The two were now inches apart. But neither made a move for several seconds. And then they both did, bringing their lips together in a deep but gentle kiss. Lavender moaned into Hermione's lips as Hermione's hands began exploring the blonde's curvy body. Rolling on top of Lavender, Hermione took control.

"I'm going to make love to you," Hermione said. "I'm going to bring you ecstatic pleasure because you deserve it," she declared confidently. Lavender only moaned and whimpered beneath Hermione's body. It felt like a dream.

Hermione's brown eyes peered into her own. And it felt like she was seen.

Hermione raised Lavender's pyjama top over her large chest and then instantly attacked her breasts, peppering them with kisses and nibbles. She took one of Lavender's firm nipples into her mouth and sucked on it, flicking her tongue back and forth over it at rapid speed. Lavender moaned loudly, her breasts had always been very sensitive and Hermione was making the most of that.

Once she was done playing with both of her boobs, Hermione trailed her kisses lower, leaving a path of saliva and half-formed hickeys down her stomach. As she approached her lower stomach, Hermione yanked Lavender's pyjama shorts down with a fierce tug. Lavender's erect cock sprung up in Hermione's face and the bushy haired girl grinned lustily as she saw it. Pulling the aforementioned pyjama bottoms off of Lavender's legs completely, Hermione was now free to manipulate Lavender's body as she pleased. She got the blonde to spread her legs so that she could kneel between them and work passionately on her cock.

Lavender was in heaven as Hermione engulfed her cock in one. The two girls-maintained eye contact as Hermione repeatedly took all of Lavender's shaft into her mouth. Lavender gripped the bedsheet as the warmth of Hermione's mouth sent sparks of pleasure through her body. "Feels so good," she moaned.

"This is all about you, Lav," said Hermione, who had moved on to sucking on Lavender's balls. "Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it," she offered.

"Make love to me," Lavender said, lifting her legs up and pulling them back, thus revealing her crinkled hole to Hermione.

"My pleasure," smiled Hermione, who licked gently from Lavender's ass and back up to her balls, sucking on them some more, before returning to Lavender's ass and really getting to work. She worked her tongue into the hole, which was still slightly stretched from her earlier fun, though Lavender had magically cleaned it of all of Seamus' ejaculate.

Hermione enjoyed hearing Lavender's moans as she buried her tongue more than an inch inside of Lavender's ass and flicked it around. But those moans increased further when Hermione brought her digits into the game. First sliding two wettened fingers into Lavender's ass, Hermione quickly added a third, slipping them all in to the knuckle.

The fairly slow build-up was leaving Lavender in a bit of state. The witch's normally perfectly kempt hair was messy, some of it sticking to her forehead with sweat. Her chest was heaving and her body trembling as Hermione moved her fingers in and out at a laborious pace. This was unlike any sex Lavender had previously had, this was gentle and caring, but also teasing and naughty. It was exactly what Lavender wanted. And then Hermione revealed her cock.

Hermione had always been somewhat shy about her body around her roommates. Parvati and Lavender had both only glimpsed it on occasion, but always when it was soft. They had both assumed that Hermione was embarrassed because she was small. How wrong they were. Hermione was simply embarrassed because she was Hermione. Her eleven-inch cock could definitely not be described as 'small'. "Morgana," whispered Lavender in awe. Hermione's member was rock solid and throbbing needily. Veins ran up its side adding to its intimidating nature, but somehow it still looked uniquely feminine. It sat perfectly on Hermione's frame, with a neat bush of brown hair surrounding its base.

"I'll go slow," said Hermione, noticing the look of apprehension on Lavender's face. Lavender simply nodded at the brunette.

Hermione placed her cock at the blonde's entrance and then glanced at Lavender, seeking the go-ahead. Lavender's look of lust, mingled with trepidation, said it all. And Hermione pushed forward. Lavender groaned loudly as Hermione's cock slowly tunnelled its way deeper and deeper. Hermione leaned forward and rested her forehead against Lavender's. "You're so beautiful," she whispered to the blonde as she slowly slipped the last few inches inside of her.

"I can't believe I'm taking it all," she said.

"Almost there," Hermione announced, a few seconds before her balls slapped gently against Lavender's upturned ass. "All in," she confirmed.

"Wow," breathed Lavender, who had never felt fuller, even when she took both of the twins at the same time.

Hermione began to slowly slide her cock backwards with her hips, before gently sliding it back in again. She only ever pulled about eight inches out before gently pushing back in again, but that took nothing from the pleasure, and it allowed Hermione to keep her face close to Lavender's own, sharing kisses and love bites. This was not about fucking, but about intimate connection.

"What are we going to do on our date?" asked Lavender as she looked up into Hermione's face.

"Well," started Hermione, naturally adopting the tone she did whenever she was explaining something. "I thought we might go to Madam Puddifoot's first for some tea and a slice of cake. Before heading to the bookshop, of course…"

"Of course," giggled Lavender, before the giggle turned into a gasp as Hermione slid her length in at a slightly quicker pace than she had been.

"And you can explain to me why Divination is of use and I can explain to you why it is a waste of time," she finished. Lavender smirked at that last bit.

"And after the bookshop?"

"And after the bookshop," Hermione said, lowering her face and her voice. "We're going to find somewhere where I can fuck you until you can't stand it anymore. I'm going to make you beg for an orgasm and then after 10 of them I'm going to make you beg for me to stop."

A tremor shot up Lavender's spine and her cock jerked at the image that Hermione created. Lavender started moving her left hand down to play with her cock but both of her hands were aggressively seized and pinned to above her head. "No, you don't," Hermione growled, her mouth inches from Lavender's. "I am in command of your pleasure tonight. You will cum only from my cock in your ass," she said.

Lavender simply kissed Hermione passionately and started to grind her ass into Hermione's cock. This encouraged Hermione to quicken her pace a bit and begin to thrust into Lavender with some more power. "Are you going to cum?" asked Hermione as she broke away from the kiss.

"I'm close," Lavender moaned lifting her head to try and resume the kiss. Hermione smiled at the blond and kept her face just out of Lavender's reach. The blonde pouted at Hermione, but the pout was soon replaced by a wide 'O' as Hermione simultaneously, moved her head down and sucked on Lavender's neck and thrust hard into Lavender, her hardest thrust yet. The combination of Hermione's teeth and tongue on her neck and the eleven-inch monster battering through her ass made Lavender gasp as her orgasm slammed into her like the Night Bus.

No noise except the gasp came from her mouth as the pleasure swarmed over every inch of her body. It felt as if every nerve ending was on fire but in a deliciously perfect way. As if it was a firestorm of bliss. Her ass clenched around Hermione's cock, making the brunette herself cum, but Lavender was completely unaware of that.

As the physical manifestation of her orgasm sent her into raptures, her mind went elsewhere. Briefly, she felt as if her mind, her magic, joined with another. She truly felt, in a way that was indescribable, as if she were not alone, in the most fundamental sense. She felt it for a flicker of a second. The briefest of moments. And then the feeling was gone and the immaterial was replaced by the paroxysms of delight of the material. And she crashed back to earth.

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Author's Note: Sorry it's late today, I am incredibly hungover as I type this out.

So that happened. Who saw it coming? Because I certainly did not. It literally was not planned at all, it just kinda happened.

I hope I managed to live up to expectations, I know the Yule Ball chapter is often a fav of people's.

Have fun guessing the artist this week!

And as ever, have a great weekend ;)