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See disclaimer in Chapter 1. Not mine!

Chapter warnings for slash, het and group sex. The pairings are Anthony Goldstein/Pansy/Theo and Harry/Draco. Thanks to Sweete Miste and everyone who asked to see the Forbidden Forest!

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"– heard she was caught using an illegal potion –"

"– sister said she saw her in the infirmary, and she's covered in boils –"

"I heard her skin melted off –"

"– regrow half her bones –"

"–take her to St. Mungo's can you believe it? Apparently McGonagall found her–"

"– no clothes on. Can you imagine?"

Ron buried his head in his hands, trying to block out the whispers. He'd nearly hexed the fourth year Hufflepuff who'd have the nerve to approach him to ask him which of the rumors was true. Only Hermione's quick Shield Spell had saved the girl from permanent injury.

"– had it coming, from what I heard –"

Ron turned to Lavender, his face purple with rage. He'd expected it of other houses, but he wouldn't stand for Gryffindors talking about Ginny, especially not right beside him. Before he could say anything, though, Parvati answered her.

"Well, detention isn't enough, if you ask me. I don't know what Neville was doing getting caught out after curfew with a Slytherin, but I certainly don't buy his story. Getting help with Potions? He doesn't even take Potions."

Ron relaxed slightly, scooting closer to listen in. He knew Gryffindor was down 75 points this morning, but he'd figured it had to do with Ginny's "accident". Apparently she wasn't the only one who'd done something stupid last night. But who had Neville been out with? He wracked his brain, trying to figure out which Slytherin girl might give the bumbling Gryffindor the time of day. Certainly not Daphne Greengrass, she was much too pretty and dating a professional Quidditch player anyway. Tracey Davis was rather plain, but even she could do better than Neville. He hoped against hope it wasn't Millicent Bulstrode. Maybe a younger year?

"I'd certainly take detention with Filch to get my own chance with Blaise," Romilda Vane cut in, earning herself a dark look from the other girls. "Well, I would!"

Ron gripped his goblet, splashing pumpkin juice over the side. Neville had been with a boy? And if that wasn't bad enough, a Slytherin? He grabbed his bag, tromping off toward the infirmary. That rumor had been true. Ginny was holed up there, probably still quaking from the Howler she'd gotten from their mother earlier that morning. Merlin knew his ears were still ringing, and he'd been in the corridor when the thing had gone off.

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Draco toweled off, leisurely stretching before reaching for his clothes. Blaise had kept him up half the night ranting about how unfair McGonagall's punishment for being out after hours with Neville the night before was, and though Draco agreed losing so many points in addition to detention was harsh, he privately agreed with the Headmistress. What else could she have done, after finding the two of them in flagrante when she'd gone down to the kitchens for her nightly cocoa? The rumors had the two of them snogging when they'd been pulled apart by the angry professor, but Draco knew it had been much more than that. He smirked, looking forward to the outrage on everyone's faces when they realized the group of them had pulled something much worse off and gotten away with it completely. It was going to be brilliant.

Theo straightened his tie, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he headed toward the door. He turned when Draco cleared his throat, his brow raised in question.

"Blaise is out tonight, obviously. Detention with Filch. You taking his place?"

Theo hesitated, not sure if he was up for what they'd planned. It was in the Forbidden Forest, to begin with, and it also involved another man. Then again, it was a pretty sweet opportunity, and one he wasn't likely to be faced with again.

"Sure," he said, nodding to Draco.

"Excellent. Don't be late."

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Once they'd broken through the edge of the forest and into the canopy of trees, the dark night became even blacker. Theo shivered in the breeze, wondering for the tenth time if he was insane. Their small group huddled together for warmth and safety, everyone on edge at the eerie noises that surrounded them.

"How far in?" Draco asked, his voice a little less sure than it had been just ten minutes earlier.

"Nearly there," Luna chirped, oblivious to the tension in the others. She raised her lit wand, intensifying the Lumos spell to illuminate more of the clearing that was just becoming visible up ahead.

Harry's head whipped around at a growl from the underbrush, his wand trained at the shrubbery that swayed gently in the breeze. When no threat materialized he hurried to rejoin the group, casting wary glances over his shoulder as they moved out of the trees and into the dimly lit meadow.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Harry asked, voicing what everyone had been thinking but had been too worried about sounding scared to ask.

"The clearing is safe," Luna answered, making the rest of them look back at the rough trail they'd just followed.

Draco rolled his eyes. It was so like Luna to overlook any dangers on the way in and out. He supposed that was why so many of them had come, though. Safety in numbers.

"Alright," Luna said cheerfully, setting the camera up at the center of the small meadow. "Anthony, you're clear on the process? Good. Theo, Pansy, are you ready?"

The newest addition to the group, Ravenclaw Anthony Goldstein, watched the other two cautiously, as though expecting everyone to burst out laughing at any moment. He hadn't believed Luna when she'd told him about the group and what it was doing, but he'd been too curious not to tag along to the meeting. He'd been surprised by the variety of people there, and even more surprised to find that everything she'd told him was absolutely true. He relaxed when he saw Theo and Pansy start to undress, his own fingers moving to unfasten the buttons on his shirt.

Hermione, Harry and Draco hovered near the edges of the clearing, their backs to the group as they kept watch over the forest. There were none of the usual sounds that Harry associated with being deep in a forest after dark. The sounds he'd become used to during their year spent camping on the run were missing; the buzz of insects, the deep hoots of nonmagical owls, the rustle of leaves as animals hunted, the occasional howl of a wolf. All he heard at the moment was heavy silence, leaving him with the feeling that the forest was watching them.

Theo caught Pansy's dubious glance at the cold grass. He had to admit it didn't look inviting, and he was relieved when she huffed out a sigh and darted toward the tree line, returning with a leaf that she Transfigured into a blanket. She tossed it to him, and he spread it on the ground and knelt on it, watching her shed the rest of her clothes and toss them to the side. Anthony joined him, looking as nervous as he felt.

Luna started filming, motioning for them to get started with an impatient flick of her hand. Despite her cheerfulness, she was anxious to film and get back to the castle, or at the very least return to the warded grounds. She'd chosen the night of the new moon, since it brought some measure of safety from the more bloodthirsty creatures that roamed the forest. Werewolves weren't the only beings whose natures were ruled by the moon's cycle, though they were the most dangerous. Even with the lunar safeguard, though, there were still plenty of things prowling the forest. The clearing they were using was an ancient ritual site that was still teeming with protective magic, more than enough to keep unwanted predators at bay while they were in it. The longer they tarried the more risk their trip back took on, though, and she wanted to be back long before the infamous witching hour, when creatures like vampires were at their strongest.

Pansy gave the two boys at her side an exasperated look when they failed to move at Luna's signal. She reached up, burying her fingers in Theo's thick hair and dragging him down for a kiss. She snaked her other arm around Anthony, pulling him close. He watched, fascinated, as the two Slytherins kissed, yelping in surprise when Pansy released Theo and pulled him in for the same treatment.

She hadn't been overly thrilled to be the one chosen for this scene, but she was the only girl who'd been willing to try it. Even Luna had balked at Seamus' idea, though the rest of the boys had wholeheartedly agreed, outvoting them handily. She forced herself to relax, knowing that would important for what they were about to do.

Anthony ran a hand up her side, cupping one of her breasts as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She arched and groaned when she felt Theo take her other nipple in his mouth, his teeth grazing across the hard bud before his tongue smoothed over it to soothe it. She let the two of them lower her to the blanket, still kissing Anthony, her arms now wrapped around his neck. Theo delved lower, kissing a path down her torso and nipping at her inner thighs, teasing a gasp out of her. Anthony rubbed his growing erection against her other hip, careful to avoid Theo's roaming hands as he did. Like Theo, he wasn't overly eager to have any sort of sexual contact with a man, though he did wonder what it would be like. He wouldn't be a Ravenclaw, after all, if he didn't have a healthy sense of curiosity.

Pansy squirmed when Theo's fingers slid between her folds, sliding a finger inside her to lubricate it before tracing his way down her crack to her entrance. This had been the reason no one else would agree to the scene; she was the only one who wasn't totally panicked at the thought of double penetration, though she wasn't exactly gagging for it, either.

She felt a curious warmth against her back, but it was easy to dismiss when Theo laid between her parted thighs and started swirling his tongue against her clit. It wasn't until the warmth became more like burning that she broke away from Anthony and struggled to sit up. Theo rolled to the side, his stomach and legs growing uncomfortably warm as well.

"What the fuck?" he yelled, looking down to find his entire torso covered in angry red welts. He winced as he levered himself up onto his knees, seeing that his legs and cock were similarly affected.

"Oh my God," Pansy moaned when she saw him. Her hands flew to her back, tracing the welts that covered her skin as well.

Anthony was the best off of the lot, since he'd been lying on his side. A thin strip of skin from his shoulders to his feet was red and burning, but nothing like the other two. Hermione was kneeling beside them in a flash, careful to make sure her skin wasn't touching the Transfigured blanket.

"This is a magical variant of Poison Ivy," she said, examining it thoughtfully. "I didn't realize we had the right climate to support it. I should take some back for Neville."

Pansy shrieked, flinging herself off the "blanket" and into the cool grass. The welts had become so hot they were painful, and she had them from head to toe. She was afraid to touch them for fear they'd spread, but they were becoming fiercely itchy, too.

Theo was staring at his cock in horror, nearly on the brink of tears himself. Anthony was crouched on the grass next to Hermione, lifting the blanket with the tip of his wand. It had retained the same coloration as the leaf, and the two of them were chatting quietly about what variant the leaf might be.

Luna stepped in front of the camera, her cheeks flushed from trying to hold back her laughter.

"Pansy Parkinson, Theo Nott and Anthony Goldstein, attempting to film a threesome in the Forbidden Forest," she said, her voice trembling with amusement. "Cut."

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Draco eased into the infirmary, quietly sliding the door closed behind himself. He'd just gotten back from filling Blaise in on what had happened, not wanting his roommate to worry when he and Theo didn't return from their jaunt into the forest. Harry had similarly made his way up to the tower to tell Seamus and Neville, leaving Neville to make some sort of excuse for Hermione in the girls' dorm. It didn't feel right to leave Pansy, Theo and Anthony to suffer alone in the hospital wing.

Draco folded the Marauder's Map, tucking it into his back pocket for safe keeping until he saw Harry. The Gryffindor had taken the Invisibility Cloak, and Draco looked around the room, trying to determine if he was back yet or not. Madam Pomfrey had agreed to allow all of them to stay for the night, since they'd made up a story about the injuries being from an accident with a potion they'd been brewing for extra credit. Thanks to Hermione's quick thinking they'd been able to name one of sufficient difficulty that used the magical variant of Poison Ivy, and Professor Slughorn, who'd been roused from his bed to confirm their shady story, had been impressed enough to go along.

Pansy and Theo were both sleeping, having been put into a mild Healing Sleep by the nurse when they'd been unable to lie still during the treatment. The angry red welts remained, but Madam Pomfrey assured everyone they'd be gone by daybreak. Anthony was sitting up in bed talking with Hermione, his own welts mild enough that he'd only required a salve. The rest of them were ostensibly there for observation, lest the symptoms of exposure show up later. They knew it wouldn't, of course, but it gave them a handy excuse to stay near the others.

Draco jumped when he felt a strange pressure against his neck. He tilted his head, enjoying the way the Invisibility Cloak whispered over his skin and the feel of Harry's warm lips beneath it. Across the room Luna jumped up, a huge smile on her face.

"Don't move!" she whispered, winking at them as she grabbed the camera from her bag. "This is perfect!"

Harry stilled his motions, waiting for her to tell them what she wanted. She crossed the room, darting a glance back toward the room Madam Pomfrey slept in when she had students overnight in the infirmary. The knowledge that Ginny was behind one of the other curtains made it that much sweeter as well, although Madam Pomfrey had blanketed her cot with Silencing Charms so the other patients wouldn't disturb her.

"Stay under the cloak, Harry," Luna instructed, laughing when Draco smirked.

Draco knew how crazy he must look, his head tilted to the side to allow an invisible lover to nip and kiss at his neck. The lights were turned down low for the evening, but had they been brighter anyone watching would have been able to see the darkening bruises where Harry sucked at the skin. He groaned when unseen fingers started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing pale skin that glowed in the low light.

The room buzzed with silence, since their actions had caught Anthony and Hermione's attentions, pulling them away from their conversation. They settled onto Anthony's bed, watching Draco intently. It was an erotic sight, watching him groan and shudder from caresses from hands they couldn't see.

The cloak was as soft as silk against Draco's skin, and he gasped when Harry managed to unbuckle his trousers, wrapping his cock in the slippery fabric. He moaned, leaning back against Harry's strong chest while the other boy stroked him, his hand still invisible. Draco spread his legs a bit more, helping Harry work his trousers and pants down to his knees. His cock bounced in the air, the hand that was expertly manipulating it completely hidden from view by the cloak. His head lolled to the side when Harry pressed his mouth against his ear, hissing out phrases in Parseltongue designed to send Draco screaming toward a quick orgasm. He nestled his own erection between Draco's arse cheeks, pumping his hips lightly and wishing there weren't several layers of cloth between him and Draco's warm skin.

"Fucking hell," Anthony whispered, his eyes wide as he watched the Draco. Even knowing Harry was there, it was hard to believe Draco wasn't standing there alone, gasping and shuddering toward orgasm without a single touch.

Feeling Draco tense against him, Harry quickened his strokes, bringing up his arm to wrap around Draco's chest to keep the other boy from falling forward. Draco cried out, coming hard, coating Harry's invisible fist with ropes of white semen that seemed to hover in the air.

Luna danced in front of the camera, her blue eyes twinkling.

"Draco Malfoy receiving a hand job from an invisible Harry Potter in the infirmary," she said, clapping her hands together. "Cut."

TBC

Author's note: One more chapter before the big reveal. Let me know if you think we should induct Dean into the group or not. Majority wins! *grins*