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See disclaimer in Chapter 1. I don't own 'em, but I do so love to play with them …

Author's note: Warnings for this chapter include slash, a bit of femmeslash, het and utter depravity, otherwise known as a foursome … thanks go to .Girl who asked for the Shrieking Shack.

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"– and I'm not saying she has to be included, just that I should at least tell her where I'm going," Hermione hissed, glaring at Draco over their potion.

Draco clucked his tongue, rolling his eyes. Hermione and Pansy had been virtually joined at the hip – he grimaced, not even wanting to think about the disturbing images that particular phrase brought to mind while his tender bits were so close to a roiling potion and open flame – ever since their night together in the kitchens.

That had been two weeks ago, and Hermione had refused to accompany them on any of their outings since. He had no idea if the two girls were in a relationship or what, but it was beginning to annoy him. After all, he and Harry were in a relationship, and you didn't see them ducking out on their responsibilities.

"I didn't know you bloody well had to ask permission," he sneered, careful not to over stir the potion they were working on in his frustration. Slughorn was busy across the room, and Draco doubted the old fool would come near them until the end of class. They rarely needed any help, and he thought the man might actually be avoiding them after last week, when Hermione corrected his facts twice during a lecture about the medicinal properties of Mandrake Root.

"I don't!" Hermione whispered fiercely, bright spots of color forming on her cheeks.

Seeing he'd hit a nerve, Draco proceeded to do what he did best – poke and prod at her until he got the reaction he wanted. Hermione's lips were pressed together in a bloodless line as she listened to him talk about her lack of dedication to their project and how her secret love affair was affecting them all.

"Enough!" she shouted, startling Daphne Greengrass so badly the girl poured an entire vial of Armadillo Bile into her Healing Draught, causing a harmless, if rather colorful, explosion.

Hermione blushed even deeper, her eyes flashing as she leaned in to hiss in Draco's ear.

"Enough. She's not my keeper. I just don't want her to feel left out," she said, her hand clamped on his wrist to keep him close enough to whisper. "I think I might … like … her, and I don't exactly know what the protocol is for participating in lewd public sex acts whilst in a relationship!"

Draco laughed, drawing a dirty look from Pansy and a questioning one from Harry. They were both too far away to hear his conversation with Hermione, though he knew Harry, at least, knew the gist of it.

"You think –" he gasped for breath, his laughter making it difficult to speak. "– you might –" Tears of mirth were running down his face, and most of the rest of the class had stopped watching Daphne's ill-tempered tantrum over her ruined potion in favor of Draco's fit. "– like –"

Hermione stamped her foot, bringing her shoe down heavily on Draco's toes. It only served to make him laugh harder, his knees actually giving out. He sat down hard on his stool, his arms wrapped around his aching torso, the laughter still coming uncontrollably.

"You –" He struggled to breathe, trying to get himself under control. "Gryffindors."

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In the end, it was unnecessary to ask Pansy to join them, since she attached herself to Draco at dinner and refused to leave his side afterward.

"I know you four are up to something," she hissed in his ear when the other Slytherins had stopped to harass someone. "Is it something I can share, or no?"

Draco grinned, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. He ran a hand down her back, cupping her arse suggestively through her school robes. It didn't draw more than a passing glance from anyone, since their frosty public relationship had warmed considerably in the last week or two. His absences from the Slytherin dorms were beginning to draw notice, so they reasoned it would make sense to pretend to have reconciled. Everyone – Slytherins included – assumed the two were sneaking off to have sex whenever they went missing. Which was true; it just wasn't necessarily with each other.

Harry and Luna had a similar un-confirmed relationship going, though both were close-lipped about it when questioned. It suited their purposes just fine, and Harry saw no reason to disclose to everyone that his romantic interests lay with a different sort of blond.

"Of course," he said simply, slipping his hand into hers and leading her down the corridor. The couple stole up two flights of stairs before he pulled them into a hidden alcove.

"There's hardly enough room here to have any real fun," she smirked, leaning heavily against him so they would both be hidden by the shadows.

"Just waiting for the others, dear-heart," he said sweetly, earning himself a smack across the shoulders. He'd been teasing her with ridiculous endearments all week, and she'd been reciprocating in kind. Most of Slytherin was well convinced they were either in love or insane, or both.

They didn't have to wait long. Pansy could hear footsteps in the corridor, though no one was there when she surreptitiously peeked out.

"That'll be Potter and his infamous cloak, then," she whispered, pulling back into the designated meeting place.

"Wrong," Hermione whispered, tugging the filmy fabric off and pressing a kiss to Pansy's mouth. Luna stood beside her, similarly engaged with Draco. After a moment, they switched.

Harry had come the long way using the map, so he wasn't surprised to see Hermione draped over Draco, but it did give him pause to see Luna and Pansy snogging against the wall.

"Blondes and cocks, eh Parkinson?" he teased, kissing Hermione's jaw before leaning over her shoulder to exchange a heated kiss with Draco.

"Everyone makes mistakes and misjudgments, Potter," Pansy said archly, smiling almost fondly at him before kissing his cheek.

He eyed her appreciatively, his gaze lingering on the way her opened robes revealed her curves. She'd eschewed the traditional uniform, wearing a pair of tight-fitting trousers and a soft-looking cashmere sweater underneath.

"If you're here to join in, perhaps you'd better start calling me Harry," he said, checking the Marauder's Map again before opening the passage behind the Humpbacked Witch. "We're going to get to know each other a lot better if you are."

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Pansy looked around the Shrieking Shack, pleasantly surprised by its relatively clean interior. It was a small space, but someone had obviously kept it up over the years. And after Harry and Hermione's explanations about how they knew the shack was most definitely not haunted, she found she didn't mind being there at all. Especially if it meant joining in on the plans Luna was laying out for them.

"You don't mind?" she asked the blonde girl, her head tilted quizzically. Her presence meant Luna's wasn't needed. She'd have been furious if that had happened to her.

"Not at all," Luna said, her usual dreamy smile in place. "I like to watch. And besides, I'm still a little sore from yesterday."

"Yesterday?" Pansy asked, looking from Harry to Draco. She knew for a fact they'd been holed up in the Slytherin's quarters yesterday, since she'd been Draco's alibi. "Are you running around on Po – Harry, then?"

Harry laughed, draping an arm over Luna's thin shoulders and squeezing her affectionately.

"Our Luna is a woman of many mysteries," he said, goosing her before letting her go. "Though her whereabouts yesterday isn't one of them. She was with Justin Finch-Fletchley in the Astronomy Tower."

"Isn't he gay?" she asked, frowning. "Not omnivores like you two, but actually gay?"

"Omnivores?" Harry echoed, immediately overtaken by a fit of giggles.

"Whatever. Omnisexual, if you like, then. You know, bisexual. AC/DC. Heteroflexible. Bi-curious. Everything I thought Finch-Fletchley wasn't."

Luna patted Harry on the back when he started to choke, rubbing her hand in soothing circles. Draco was similarly afflicted, currently sitting on the rough wooden floor of the shack laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes.

"He's definitely gay," Luna offered, looking up at Pansy. "That's why I'm sore."

Hermione held on for another few valiant moments before collapsing into laughter as well when Luna's comment registered. Soon only Pansy and Luna were straight-faced, neither of them finding the topic that surprising – or amusing.

Pansy waited impatiently for the giggle trio to find their composure. When it didn't happen, she helped Luna set the camera up and started undressing, immediately drawing all of their attention. Their hilarity was forgotten by the time she'd worked her way down to her lacey knickers, running her fingers suggestively over her nipples, which were visible through the barely there fabric.

"Ready to get down to business?"

She grinned when she saw Draco's palm caress a growing bulge in his trousers. She took advantage of his position on the floor, walking over and placing her foot squarely in the center of his chest. She pushed, forcing him onto his back as she stood over him, straddling his prone body.

"How about we begin then, lovelies?"

Harry and Hermione needed no further invitation. Their hands were all over each other, ripping buttons and tearing seams in their haste to get naked. As soon as Hermione was down to her own bra and knickers, she crawled over to Draco, pulling his shoes off while a boxer-clad Harry started in on his shirt.

Pansy squatted down, letting her weight rest on Draco's torso as she straddled the bare skin Harry had just uncovered.

"Tell me what you want us to do, Draco," she murmured against his ear. "I imagine you're the only one of us who has had a foursome before."

Harry stopped tugging at Draco's trousers, his green eyes going wide.

"You've had a –"

Draco smirked, the superiority in his expression lost when Pansy ducked her head, her sharp teeth scraping over one of his nipples. He gasped, arching into the rough contact.

"Everyone's clothes off first," he rasped, groaning when Pansy laved her tongue over the irritated flesh.

He bucked his hips up, making it easier for Harry to wrench his trousers and boxers off while Pansy still sat on his chest. She stretched languorously, letting her hands cup her full breasts suggestively before unfastening the catch in the front. The flimsy lace fell open, and Harry wasted no time in sweeping the straps off her shoulders and burying his face in her cleavage. Her skin was deliciously warm and soft, and she smelled wonderful. He stayed there for a moment, pressing gentle kisses against her breastbone, before sitting back and doing the same thing to Hermione.

"Bastard," Draco teased, squirming to try to dislodge Pansy's weight from his chest. She slid off to the side and he sprang up, covering her body with his.

Out of the corner of his eye, Draco could see Harry ripping off his own boxers while Hermione daintily stepped out of her silk knickers. Draco growled softly, letting the flat of his tongue sweep over Pansy's covered mound, delighting in the rough sensation licking the lace caused. Pansy gasped and ground against his face, making a disappointed sound when he stopped his ministrations and focused on divesting her of her knickers instead.

"Flip around, Pansy, and sit up on your knees just above me," Draco said once he'd gotten her fully naked. She complied, gasping when he moved underneath her, positioning himself so she was nearly sitting on his face. He darted his tongue out, teasing her slickened folds and making her cry out.

"Hermione," he said, pulling back from Pansy to direct the others, "can you kneel between my legs?"

She crawled forward on all fours, her long hair brushing against his twitching cock. Knowing exactly what he wanted, she bent forward, pressing a firm, wet kiss against the head of his erection.

"Yes, like that," he groaned when she licked him from root to tip. "Harry, you kneel behind Hermione and get her nice and wet. You'll be fucking her when she's ready. Alright, Hermione?"

The girl nodded enthusiastically, opening her lips to let Draco's cock slide between them. Draco's head cracked against the floorboards, making Luna giggle from behind the camera. He glared in her direction for a moment before scooting back into position and resting his hands on Pansy's thighs, encouraging her to squat closer to his face.

Harry had wasted no time after Draco's instructions, kneeling awkwardly behind Hermione and spreading her lips so he could run his tongue over her swollen clit. She moaned, setting off a chain reaction of groans and gasps as the vibrations from her mouth engulfed Draco's cock, causing him to do the same as his tongue delved between Pansy's folds.

Harry sped up his efforts, swirling his tongue around the tight bud teasingly before settling into a pattern of light flicks and heavier licks with the flat of his tongue. Hermione's hips bucked at the sensations, making it difficult for him to keep his precarious balance.

Draco was doing much the same to Pansy, enjoying the way he could feel her thighs trembling with the effort of holding herself up under the onslaught of so much pleasure. When Harry coated his own neglected erection in saliva, she started a running commentary for Draco, since she knew the blond couldn't see anything from his position.

"He's getting ready to fuck her," she said, her voice rough with arousal. Draco knew Harry had entered Hermione by the way the feel of her mouth changed on his own cock, slackening for a moment before bobbing along his length with renewed vigor.

"Oh fuck, he's pounding into her. Merlin, it looks so good," Pansy whimpered, gasping sharply when she felt Draco's tongue push inside her, simulating the movements of Harry's cock.

She ran her hands over her chest, pinching at her nipples as she watched the erotic scene in front of her. Draco's tongue returned to its swirling pattern around her engorged clit, and she knew it wasn't going to be long before she came. She couldn't help but feel slightly jealous of Hermione, despite her professed dislike for cocks. Something about Harry was just so beautiful, from the way his skin was flushed with arousal and exertion to the look of utter concentration on his face. In that moment, her decision was made. She was definitely willing to do more than make an exception for Harry, and Draco, too. She'd let either of them do whatever they liked to her, beg them to if necessary.

Draco moaned again when Hermione's tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, making the wet confines of her mouth exquisitely tight. He managed to snake a hand down to run through her hair, letting her know he was close. She sped up her efforts, squeezing her eyes shut when she felt Harry's hand caress her hip and delve between her thighs, his thumb sweeping over her sensitive clit again and again.

The sight of Harry and Hermione fucking and the stimulation from Draco's tongue were too much, and Pansy nearly fell forward as she came, hot bursts of pleasure exploding through her body. Draco continued to stroke his tongue against her clit until the pressure became painful and she lifted herself up, swinging her leg over him and immediately crouching down to capture his mouth with hers. She could taste herself on him, and she eagerly lapped at him, her tongue sliding easily between his lips as he returned the kiss.

Harry slammed into Hermione, his eyes darkening even more as he watched Pansy and Draco kiss. He could feel Hermione's thighs begin to shake, announcing the beginnings of her climax. As she began to moan and writhe, Draco spurted his hot release into her mouth, the vibrations of her cries transferring to his cock and sending him careening over the edge. She kept her mouth on his member until the last aftershock of his orgasm, making him shiver as she caressed his cock with lazy sweeps of her tongue.

Harry came last, his hands clamped around Hermione's hips for leverage as he pistoned into her, his breathing ragged. He held Draco's heated gaze as he drove into Hermione one last time, forcing himself to keep his eyes open and locked with the blond's for as long as he could as his own orgasm burst through him, making his knees give out as wave after wave of white-hot pleasure shot through him.

He leaned forward heavily on Hermione as he fought to regain his breath, laughing when he heard Draco complain that everyone was piled on top of him. Harry drew back, gently sliding his spent cock out of Hermione and pressing a soft kiss against her bruised hips as he did. He sprawled inelegantly on the floor at Draco's feet, groaning and pulling Hermione closer when the girl shifted to lie beside him.

"That was Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger having a most delicious foursome in the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade. Cut."

Draco lifted his head, blinking in confusion at Luna. He'd managed to forget she was there filming after they'd all gotten carried away. He'd had group sex several times before, as Pansy had pointed out, but he'd never felt quite so satisfied afterward.

"Make room for me," Luna giggled, dropping between the two couples. She'd shucked her own clothes at some point, and Draco grinned as he felt her warm flesh against his when she settled in, her giggles fading when Pansy leaned over and claimed her mouth in a hard kiss.

"Four proved to be no challenge, so who wants to try for five?" Draco drawled, drawing an enthusiastic sound from Luna and an exhausted groan from Harry.

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Author's note: First foray into group sex for me. It was quite a challenge figuring how to fit slot A into tab B … and C … and D … *laughs*