Ron's throbbing penis was on the verge of pure eruption as he heard Harry and Hermione fucking mere feet away from him. He lay in bed trying desperately to shut out their loud moans. He could hear their bed shake as Hermione's loud breathing filled the air matched only by Harry's loud grunts. He was thrusting deep inside her as she held tightly to him with her legs around his waist. Ron was torn between deep depression as he heard the woman of his wet dreams moaning someone else's name. Yet, just to here her shouts of animal lust make him want to desperately hold his dick and franticly jerk off. Pre-cum was already oozing from him despite his best efforts. It was hopeless. He could not re-frame his urges as he began to stroke himself.

His pleasure was shortly lived. The minute Ron touched himself Hermione let out an extra loud moan as she rode out her orgasm. He could hear them rearrange themselves in the bed as they feel asleep in each others arms. That one act of mind blowing orgasmic pleasure, on Hermione's part, broke Ron from his lustful trance. Depression soon took over as his penis began to soften. After some time he feel into a dreamless sleep.

The next day Ron was eating his breakfast in the Great Hall. Harry, who was busying making out with Cho, leaned over to slap Ron on the back.

"Sorry if me and Hermione were too loud last night Ronny-boy! You know she's a wild one." Cho, instead of being pissed off that Harry spent the night with another woman, let out an irritated moan.

"Haaarryyy, when are we gonna have that foursome you promised with you, me, Ginny and Hermione?"

"Soon pretty-girl, soon." Ron had enough as he put down his folk. Harry stopped him before he could leave. "What's the problem man? You're not still sore about losing your Fuck Potion are ya?" Ron said nothing, which obviously meant he was.

"What am I suppose to do now? I felt like a certified sex machine when I drank that potion. Now I'm just a nobody."

"Cho, you're gonna have to let us rough men talk for a little. I need to help my boy out." Cho reluctently removed herself from Harry's body. "Now don't you worry. I'll have Elvira whip up another batch in no time." Harry took out his cellphone and dialed Elvira's number, "Hey Elvira," said Harry as he held the phone close to his face, "I hate to ask but do you think you could make another Fuck Potion for my boy Ron? Some bruiser cop smashed his bottle." Ron could hear loud screams coming from the other end. Harry pulled the phone away from his ear.

"You have any idea how long it takes to make one of those!" shouted Elvira on the other end. "This isn't some Felix Focks! Or whatever the hell that lucky potion is called!"

"I know baby, I know," said Harry as he tentatively brought the phone back to his ear.

"Well too bad for you that I'm all out of ingredients! I'll either have to come down to the school and get some, or your boy will have to do with fucking himself!"

"Elvira, Elvira now listen! Come down to the school alright? We got a new Potion's Master who really knows how to shake and bake."

"I hope he's not another wanna-be emo bitch like that Snape character was. I'll be there in a few hours!" With that, Harry closed his phone and walked down to the dungeons.

Deep within the dungeons the ghost of Vincent Price was engaged in ghostly activities. He was in the midst of watching The Alfred Hitchcock Show on Netflix when he heard a bang on his door.

"Oh my, it seems someone dares to enter my crypt." said Vincent as he paused his Netflix and floated towards the door.

"Hey Vincent! You mind if one of my friends uses your lab? We gotta work on making this Fuck Potion see?"

"Ah yeeees, the lustful Fuck Potion. I knew it well in life. My lab is always open to the students."

"Yeah well here's the thing. She isn't actually a student." Before Harry could explain further, Elvira burst through the door. She was decked out in her black dress with super powered bra which maximized her glorious breasts.

"Come on Harry-baby! Let's make some magic happen," she said. Her attention was quickly destroyed the minute she saw Vincent floating around the room looking like a champ!

"Vinny! I can't believe it's you!" she screamed.

"Elvira? How delightful to see you again my dear."

"Yeah, yeah. Enough with the formulates! Let's get down to business!" Elvira grabbed Vincent's ghost cock and began to jerk him off quit furiously. Harry watched as Elvira and the ghost of Vincent Price made hot, passionate love all over the potion room. They destroyed everything in sight, but it was worth it as Elvira hadn't had a good ghost fuck in many a night.

Hours later, Elvira and Vincent examined the destruction they caused to the potion class by their love making. All the bottles where shattered as their containment's were mixed with their cum.

"That's just great! How are you gonna make a Fuck Potion for my boy Ron?" asked Harry.

"Cool your jets Potter-boy. I happen to have one left at home. There's just one problem. It's my own personal Fuck Potion. I can't just give it up freely." Harry reached in his pocket and pulled out his check book.

"How much?" he asked. Vincent intervened.

"If I may be so bold as to offer a suggestion?" he said.

"Sure! You fucked up everything else in this room, why not!" said Harry as he put away his book.

"I've heard students talk about having vicious drag races down on Dead Man's Bluff. Perhaps you and Elvira could have a race to see who wins the Fuck Potion?"

"Yeah but, if I win then nothing changes. What's in it for me?" asked Elvira. Harry thought about this for a moment.

"Elvira, I know you love classic cars. Your 59 Thunderbird is proof of that. Why don't I put up my 57 Chevy and you put up your Fuck Potion?" Vincent quickly intervened once more.

"No Harry! Your Chevy means to much to you. Besides, you've never seen Elvira race. She can be quit the demon on the rough roads." Harry smiled as he cocked his head to the side like a man!

"Yeah well, I think I can shut her down. She wouldn't be the first."

Later that night, Fred, George and their new black friend 2pac were placing bets.

"Place your bets folks! Will Harry, the heart breaker, Potter shut down the Mistress of the Dark? BETS! PLACE YOUR FUCKING BETS!" shouted Fred

"Ya ya c'mon niggas! Better roll up! Shorty wanna be a thug you know it? Young niggas too busy dying, too busy crying. Young mammas trying to get by one day at a time. Angry cop filled with hate. About to put a brother in his place! Blood in the ghetto from my little brother. He tries so hard to please his mother! Angry cop gonna shut him down. Niggga's with a smile or nigga with a frown. Shorty wanna be a thug!" sang George.

"Alright now let's not have any of that," said 2pac. Harry was busy tuning up his Chevy as the night air made him feel like a sex god. Cho walked up to him. Fear bathed her eyes.

"Oh Harry! Must you race Elvira? Word in the halls is that she fights dirty. Couldn't I ride shotgun with you?"

"Not this time pretty-girl. Elvira's a lot more dangerous than Malfoy. I don't know if I'll make it back this time."

"Then lay it down Harry! Just forget the race and walk away. Please, for me?" She looked in his eyes. Hers were already filled with tears.

"I can't do that honey. I made a man's promise to Ron that I'd get him a Fuck Potion." He could see that no words would make her understand. He leaned down and kissed her softly. Cho wrapped her arms around him. Her tears covered his face as she sobbed.

"You be good while I'm gone," said Harry. He broke away from Cho's embrace and walked towards Ron. "Don't you worry Ronny-boy! I'll have that Fuck Potion for ya just in time for dinner!"

"But Harry it's eleven at night," said Ron. Harry wasn't listening. He was banging his fist on the hood of his car.

"Alright Elvira let's rock and ROOOOLLL!" Everyone shouted with anticipation as Harry and Elvira got into their cars. Harry's Chevy started up with a roar. It had been a while since it was engaged in car-battle. Elvira's sexy Thunderbird screamed out like a monster from the dark. She leaned out the window.

"First one to reach the edge of the bluff, turn around and come back here is the winner. Oh, and in this race, anything goes," she said with a wicked grin.

"I wouldn't have it any other way! Alright 2pac! Get ready to flag us!" shouted Harry.

"Fuck the East Coast!" shouted 2pac as he dropped his hands to his side. Harry and Elvira tore down the road in a blaze of fire. Skid marks made of green and pink flames were left by their tires. Harry was riding steady by Elvira, which she was not pleased with. Elvira swerved to the right and rammed her car into Harry's

"Hey! Watch the paint woman!" shouted Harry as he maintained control. Elvira continued trying to ram Harry of the road. Harry just played it cool. She was about to slam him again when Harry quickly slammed on the breaks. His car immediately stopped, which caused Elvira to miss her target and swerve way off the road. Harry quickly shifted into overdrive and sped past her. Elvira, feeling totally pissed, used a shot of super ultra nitro to gain a bust of mega speed. She was coming up to Harry fast, but that wasn't enough. As her car was once again even with his, she reached out her window and shot a bolt of lighting from her fingertips. It hit Harry's car, causing it to spin out of control as it was covered with electricity. Harry drifted across the sandy path as his car left the road. Elvira was almost at the bluff and was fixing to turn around. Just then, a shot of green light came at her car. Harry was back on the road and was firing spell after spell at her. Elvira countered with her lightning attacks. Harry and Elvira could see the end of Dead Man's Bluff fast approaching. They had to make the turn fast. Both of them fired their attacks at each other. Elvira's lighting and Harry's spell collided with each other. Harry held on to his wand as he tried to over power Elvira's attack. With one hand on the wheel and the other on his wand, he focused his energy half on the spell and half on driving. The split second before the cars reached the end of the bluff, the spells exploded, bathing the night in a brilliant green and blue light. It blinded Harry for a moment, but a moment was all it took. His car drove off of Dead Man's Bluff and crashed down at the bottom. The car soon caught on fire and exploded. Harry was very much inside. Elvira quickly got out of her car and looked at the horror she caused. She never meant for things to go so far, but they did.

Elvira drove back to the finish line. Everyone saw what happened thanks to the jumbo-tron Fred and George hooked up before the race. The minute Elvira was fully out of the car she felt a fierce hand with sharp nails scratch across her face.

"You bitch!" shouted Cho as she prepared to slap Elvira again. Elvira caught her arm and held her steady.

"Listen to me. LISTEN! It was not my intent to kill Harry, but that's just how it went down," said Elvira. Everyone stood there, not knowing what to say or do. Ron was the first to break the silence.

"So, what about my Fuck Potion?" Both Cho and Elvira turned to look at him with utter disgust.

"Cho, if ya wouldn't mind, hold him down for me," said Elvira as both women walked towards him. Ron, who was thinking he was about to be fucked by these two beautiful women, quickly had his arms tied behind him as Cho held him in a body lock. Elvira pulled out a knife from her dress and stabbed Ron deep in the balls with it. She twisted the knife within his sack as he screamed in agony. Cho kicked him to the ground, the knife still deep within his sack. They left him there. It was a horrid sight.