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See disclaimer in Chapter 1. I don't own 'em.
Chapter warnings for slash, het and group sex (and non-con voyeurism, if such a thing exists). The pairings are Harry/Seamus, Harry/Dean, Luna/Dean, Hermione /Blaise, Neville/Seamus, Harry/Draco and Harry/Neville/Seamus/Dean. For Cinnamon Selkie and CrazyLady.
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Seamus slipped in owl droppings as they climbed the stone stairs, only Harry's hastily flung arm stopping him from tumbling down the flight they'd just come up.
"Bloody birds," he scowled, scraping his boot against the stone to clean it as they made their way into the Owlery.
Harry bit back a laugh, leaving his arm wrapped around Seamus' waist as they ducked through the low archway. It was every bit as dirty and disgusting as he'd expected, with owl droppings and feathers littering the floor. It was also perfect, since it was half two in the morning and no one would stumble across them up there by accident. Even the most resolute insomniac wouldn't venture up to the Owlery that late; Harry was certain of that, having spent many a night up there with Hedwig before the war ended. Never once had another person happened in.
"Shall we get to it, then?" he asked the Irishman, grinning as Seamus leered suggestively at him.
"We shall," Seamus answered, stepping forward and raising his arm like he was going to caress Harry's face. Instead, he pivoted at the last moment, his wand drawn, shooting a Stunner at the empty air behind them.
Harry clucked his tongue as the invisible body hit the floor. It was a shame it had come to this, really. He hated the thought of what the owl droppings would do to his cloak; surely one couldn't just cast the traditional Cleaning Charms on such a rare magical artifact. Could they? He narrowed his eyes, considering the problem as he watched Seamus pulled the cloak off a now-immobilized Dean.
He Conjured a straight-backed chair with a wave of his own wand, helping Seamus Levitate the furious boy into it. He could see the terror spike in Dean's eyes when he cast Incarcerous, binding him to the chair so he could cancel the Stunning Spell. Dean slumped forward in the ropes, his mouth working as he tried to speak around the gag.
"You followed us for a reason," Harry said, crouching in front of the chair. He played with his wand absently, unaware that Dean's wide eyes were tracing its every move, scared of what Harry might do next. "You wanted to see what we were up to, yeah?"
Dean tried to answer, the muffled pleas for help becoming garbled by the Gryffindor scarf that Harry had used to silence him. He fought against the ropes, hyperventilating when they started to become tighter as he struggled.
"We won't hurt you, you dolt," Seamus drawled, rolling his eyes at his friend's distress. "We just thought you might leave before the show was over if you didn't have ... incentive ... to stay."
He punctuated his words by grabbing Harry's neck and pulling him forward, his tongue darting out to lick up the side of his jaw before delving between his open lips. Dean made a strangled sound, but he stopped struggling against his bonds, staring in disbelief as two of his roommates shared an extremely intimate kiss.
"Should we allow him to talk?" Harry asked when Seamus pulled back, flicking a glance over at the gobsmacked boy.
"Why not?" Seamus answered, flicking his wand lazily at Dean and Banishing the gag. Despite its absence, the boy remained slack-jawed and silent.
"Nothing to say?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow at Dean. "This was what you and Ginny were so sure was happening, wasn't it? Enough that she decided to brew Polyjuice to catch us?"
Dean flinched, fidgeting as much as the tight ropes would let him. He had been helping Ginny out recently, but only because he'd been afraid his roommates were up to something bad – not because he'd believed her cockamamie stories about Harry cheating on Luna with Seamus. Apparently he'd been wrong.
"Boys!" Luna scolded from the doorway, her arms folded across her chest. She marched into the Owlery, a look of disapproval on her face.
Harry gave Seamus another sloppy kiss, and Dean goggled at them in disbelief. Luna had caught them outright, and instead of denying it, Harry had done that?
"This is no way to treat a guest," she chided them, pointing her wand at Dean and loosening his ropes a bit so he could get more comfortable. He winced as the feeling flooded back into his hands, flexing them as much as the ropes would allow to help speed up the circulation.
He choked when she slipped between the two boys, kissing Seamus first and then spinning around in their arms to kiss Harry.
"Be a dear?" she said to Harry, who Conjured her a chair just like Dean's, without the ropes. She sat primly, crossing her legs as she blew him a kiss. "Do continue."
Dean shot her an incredulous look. Clearly she was every bit as mad as she was rumored to be. She merely smiled placidly at him, motioning toward Harry and Seamus, who were wrapped around each other again. It wasn't until he felt the first stirrings of arousal at watching two of his mates kiss and grope at each other than it occurred to him he was no longer gagged.
"Let me go!" he yelled, struggling against his bindings again. "Whatever you sick fucks have planned, count me out."
The two boys paid him no heed, rocking against each other with increasing speed as they deepened the kiss. Only Luna responded, turning in her chair so she faced him, her expression unreadable.
"It's not sick to want to watch," she said gently, placing a hand on his knee. Dean struggled again, trying to knock her hand off. "Some part of you must want to, since you followed them here tonight."
Dean clenched his teeth, rocking the chair to try to tip it over. Maybe if he did he'd be able to escape –
"You wanted to know what they were up to, and now you do," Luna said, her tone still calm and soothing, as though she hadn't just taken part in a scheme to kidnap and restrain a fellow classmate. She smiled knowingly as his gaze returned to the two boys, who were flushed and moaning by now, their bodies pressed tightly together as they sought out any friction they could, frotting against each other.
"There's much more than this," she said, squeezing his knee.
He bit his lip, trying to ignore the throbbing in his groin as he heard Harry come, followed shortly afterward by Seamus. Both boys were still fully clothed, but the spreading wetness in their crotches, plus their flushed faces and goofy grins, made it more than obvious.
"We have to know if we can trust you," Harry said, startling Dean by addressing him directly. He tried to glare defiantly back at his roommate, but fell short since his interest was clear in the way he was studying both boys.
"If we can, you can join in next time," Seamus said, grinning at Luna when she cast Cleaning Charms on both of them.
"You can join all of us," Luna said, waggling her eyebrows as she spoke.
"If this was all you suspected, well, you're in for a surprise," Harry said, flicking his wand at Dean and Banishing the ropes. Dean rubbed at his wrists but didn't move.
"You're both … gay."
Seamus laughed, wrapping his arms around Luna and dipping her low, pressing a kiss against her throat as he brought her back up.
"Not gay," he chuckled, spinning her out toward Harry, who caught her and lifted her, giving her a quick but passionate kiss before setting her back on her feet.
"Definitely not," Harry said, winking at Luna. "We just have broader horizons than most."
He Banished the chairs he'd Conjured earlier, making Dean fall to the floor with a thump. He scrambled to his feet, glaring at Harry and brushing at his trousers. Harry held the shimmery cloak Seamus had taken from Dean up, waving it in the air.
"Follow me again without my consent and you'll be sorry. I'll be in the common room tomorrow night if you decide you want to broaden your own horizons," he said with a knowing look, his gaze traveling to the noticeable bulge at Dean's crotch.
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"I can't believe you didn't film it," Neville pouted, pouring sugar on his cereal. Dean hadn't materialized for breakfast yet, which hadn't come as a surprise to Harry or Seamus. It was Sunday, and Harry doubted they'd see Dean at all until classes the next day, unless he decided to take them up on their offer and come down to the common room that night. "I'd have come too, you know."
Harry laughed, lobbing a scone at him.
"Who said we didn't film it?" he teased, winking at Neville. "You couldn't have come. He and Ginny already suspected something between me and Seamus; they had no idea you're involved. We wanted to keep the group out of it, just in case we're wrong and he doesn't want in."
"It's a big risk to take," Hermione said, leaning in and speaking softly so the rest of the table couldn't hear them. It was fairly early, and most of the older students were still in bed, which was the only reason they were talking out in the open at all.
"He'll do it," Seamus said confidently. He and Dean had been best mates for years, and he'd hated having to hide this from him for the past few months. With Ginny out of the way in the infirmary, it had been the prime time to induct him. And since Draco was set on the idea of including everyone in their dorm except Ron, the group had voted to give him a try. After testing his loyalty, of course.
"I still don't know why Draco thinks this is such a good idea," Hermione said, shaking her head. She felt a bit bad for Ron, though she definitely didn't want him in the group.
Harry shrugged, taking a bite of bacon. He and Ron had grown apart this year. The closer he got to Draco the more distant he and Ron became; he knew the redhead would never accept his relationship with the Slytherin, and he'd started building walls between them to protect himself. The truth was going to come out in a matter of days, and Harry was braced for all hell to break loose on the Weasley front.
"Ginny still in the infirmary?" he asked, eyeing Hermione over his pumpkin juice. She shared a dorm with her, so she was in the best position to keep tabs on the youngest Weasley.
"Molly pulled her out of school," Hermione said, fighting to hold back a smile. "When she found out why she'd tried to brew that potion – Eloise Midgen said the windows of the infirmary were shaking because of how loud she was screaming."
"Will she still get to sit her N.E.W.T.s?" Harry asked, frowning at the thought of their prank ruining Ginny's chances at finding an apprenticeship or job.
"Yes, of course," Hermione answered, waving away his concern. "She'll take them at the Ministry with everyone else who sits them who isn't in school. Dozens of people sit them there; usually witches and wizards who failed them the first time around, but still, she won't be alone."
Harry nodded, the tightness in his chest fading. He'd wanted Ginny to suffer a bit for all the trouble she'd caused, but he hadn't wanted to do her any lasting damage. He looked up when Ron swept into the hall, unsurprised when he gathered up an armful of scones and fruit and, mumbling something about Dean not feeling well, disappeared back through the doors.
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Harry stayed in the common room long after the last student had headed up to bed, his notes for his N.E.W.T. preparations spread out around him. He'd taken the prime spot on the floor in front of the fire, giving him plenty of room to stretch out and study as well as a good view of the stairs to the boy's dorm.
He checked his watch, grimacing when he saw it was after 3 a.m. He doggedly turned his attention back to his Potions text, determined to make staying up so late worth his while. He was disappointed Dean hadn't shown up – they'd been so sure he would – but at least he was getting a good study session in.
He was engrossed in the intricacies of using runespoor eggs to stabilize volatile potions for transport when he heard footsteps padding across the stone floor. He looked up, somewhat relieved to see a sheepish Dean standing before him. He sat up, wrapping his arms around his legs as he waited for the other boy to speak.
Dean seemed to be fighting some sort of inner battle. He finally sat down across from Harry with a sigh, careful to avoid the stacks of parchment and books that Harry had spread out in a semi-circle around himself.
"I'm sorry," Dean blurted, biting his lip.
Harry nodded, knowing there had to be more. Dean wouldn't have come down at – he checked his watch again – 3:37 a.m. just to apologize.
"I shouldn't have followed you, I know. I was just so curious, and after everything Ginny said about what you and Seamus were up to – well, I was even more curious. I went along with her because I thought you guys might be getting into more trouble than you could handle, but then she had that absolutely nutter plan and I told her I wouldn't help her anymore."
Dean took a breath, watching Harry's face carefully . He hadn't tried to hex him yet, so Dean took that as a good sign, plowing ahead with the speech he'd spent the entire day crafting.
"I've had … dreams. About guys," he said, his eyes glued to the ground now. "I thought if you two were … you know … then maybe …."
Harry took pity on him, letting his legs go and scooting closer to Dean.
"It's not just me, Luna and Seamus," Harry said, catching the surprised look that flitted across Dean's face. "Because of that, I'd need you to sign a Wizard's Oath not to reveal what we do or who we do it with to anyone else."
Dean nodded slowly, his eyes widening in surprise when Harry pulled the thick contract out of one of his books, sliding it across the floor to him.
"What we're doing – it's just for laughs, really. I'm with someone, but it's not Luna. He doesn't mind; hell, he participates as much as I do. But you need to know that no matter what I do with anyone else, yourself included, it's only because he and I have an understanding that we can have fun with other people, so long as we're always honest about it with each other."
Dean nodded, wondering if Seamus was Harry's boyfriend. He'd been semi-dating Ginny this term, though, so that seemed unlikely.
"We've been filming ourselves having sex in different places in the castle," Harry said, a smirk stealing across his face. "It's in the contract. If you sign it, you're agreeing to participate with us. You're also agreeing to publish the photos we take. We're planning to release them at the Leaving Feast."
Dean's jaw fell open in shock at Harry's words. Perfect Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, the Savior of the Wizarding World, was making sex tapes? To be shared with the entire wizarding world?
"Are you mad?" Dean asked before he could stop himself. "Every wizarding newspaper in the world will run that story. There'll be no way to contain it. People will think you're nutters."
Harry nodded, a smile curving his lips. Dean couldn't help but return it; Harry's entire face had lit up.
"The pictures will have a spell on them so they can't be reproduced, so we won't have to worry about extra copies being made. There are also a few other precautions we're taking to make sure people who we don't want seeing them, like Rita Skeeter, don't get their hands on them. But still, it's an opportunity to turn Hogwarts on its ear and banish my Savior reputation for good."
Dean shook his head, picking up the contract in front of him.
"Wait," he said suddenly as a thought struck him. "You said you film everything. Were you filming last night?"
Harry had the grace to look chagrined, frowning slightly before he answered.
"Yes," he said, throwing up a hand to stop Dean from speaking. "But we won't use the film unless you decide to join the group."
Dean looked at him for a long moment, finally nodding and picking the contract back up. He barely had the chance to read the first few lines before Harry had plucked it out of his hands, sitting it aside.
"Whether you decide to participate in the group or not, I want you to know you can count on me to answer any questions you might have, or even to show you the ropes a bit," he said, his face completely serious. "I can't tell you who I'm seeing until after you sign, but he knows I'm making you this offer. If you're curious, we can …."
He trailed off, letting Dean's overactive imagination fill in the blanks. He licked his lips, looking at his roommate and friend of nearly eight years sitting in front of him. Harry was offering him the chance to see what touching another boy was like, something he'd been wondering for years, ever since he'd walked in on Oliver Wood and Cedric Diggory in the prefects' bathroom. He'd been embarrassed by what he'd seen at first, but then the dreams had started.
Harry smiled, leaning forward and cupping Dean's cheek with his palm. It felt calloused and warm, quite unlike a girl's hand, Dean realized. He settled into the touch, his eyes wide as Harry leaned in further, bringing their lips together excruciatingly slowly, giving the other boy every chance to back away.
Dean stood his ground, though, deciding to take the chance he was being given. He sighed as Harry's slightly chapped lips covered his, forcing his mouth open so his tongue could slip inside. Dean groaned, his hands wrapping around Harry's face, pulling him closer as they deepened the kiss. His heart was pounding; he couldn't believe he and Harry were sitting in the common room, for anyone to see, kissing.
He pulled back with a start, fully realizing where they were for the first time. He wasn't a prude, but he also didn't want some Firstie to walk in on his first sexual experience of any sort with a boy.
"We're filming again Tuesday," Harry said, sitting back casually as if they'd just been playing a game of wizard's chess, not snogging. He started to gather up his notes, stuffing them haphazardly into his satchel. "You have until then to read it over and decide."
***
Harry found the signed contract on his bedside table in the morning, tucked underneath his copy of Quidditch Through the Ages. Both Neville and Seamus had noticed it as well, giving Harry bright grins as he sleepily made his way toward the Great Hall for breakfast. He'd only gotten a few hours of sleep, but it had been worth it. Draco had his heart set on an "everyone but Weasley" scene among the Gryffindor boys, and now it looked like that could be a reality. He hoped they wouldn't overwhelm Dean.
Dean wandered from class to class, caught up in a daze of exhaustion and excitement. He barely noticed when Luna brushed against him on his way to Arithmancy, tucking a book into his bag. He scrambled into the nearest loo, pulling it out to see what she'd given him. His heart nearly stopped when he realized it was the book, the one the group had been working on all year. His exhaustion forgotten, he started to flip through the pages, his eyes growing wider and wider as new scenes – and new partners – revealed themselves. He was glad for his seclusion by the second scene, when he cast a few hurried Locking and Silencing charms and pulled down his trousers. He'd nearly wanked himself raw by the end of the book, having missed his next two classes in favor of studying up on what the group had done.
***
"I can't believe we're doing this in broad daylight!"
Luna giggled at Blaise's obvious concern. The Slytherin was moping along behind her, treating the walk toward Hagrid's hut like a death march.
"It's the perfect time," she replied, reaching out to grab his hand. "Hagrid is supervising a N.E.W.T. study session in the Great Hall, and we're all studying in the library. Remember?"
Blaise rolled his eyes when she started swinging their joined hands. If she started skipping, he wouldn't be held accountable for what he might do.
They'd worked for weeks to perfect the spell that would give the illusion of the group studying around a large table in the library. Everyone knew not to mess with seventh-years during N.E.W.T.-prep week, and even Madam Pince wouldn't dare approach the group of diligently studying students. They'd initially set it up to work without anyone there to boost the spell, but Pansy, Anthony and Theo had all declined to join in, claiming they were still recovering from the Forbidden Forest incident. Padma had opted to stay back with Pansy, so the group of four was tasked with maintaining the illusion and deflecting any attention the unlikely crew of Slytherins, Ravenclaws and Gryffindors might attract.
So only eight of them would be sneaking into Hagrid's hut that afternoon, which suited Blaise just fine. He had no real desire to have sex with Pansy or Theo, and Padma had made it clear she wanted nothing to do with any of them aside from Pansy. He barely knew Anthony, so that was hardly a loss, in his opinion. He could take or leave Dean as well, but since he'd been forced to hear Draco prattle on and on about how including him would be the best prank on the Weasel ever, he was grudgingly glad to have the boy there as well.
Blaise allowed himself to be pulled along by Luna, the two of them picking up the pace when Hagrid's hut came into view. The door opened as they approached and Blaise pulled her back, just in case something had gone wrong with their plan and the half-giant hadn't gone up to the castle after all. Instead he saw Hermione's face appear, the door opening a bit wider as she stuck her hand out, motioning for them to come in.
"That's everyone," she said somewhat breathlessly, still recovering from her own sprint across the grounds a few minutes earlier.
Luna nodded, her eyes bright as she withdrew the camera from her bag and started setting up. The cabin was sparsely furnished, leaving them few options since none of them wanted to defile Hagrid's bed – the Gryffindors and Luna because they had too much respect for Hagrid, despite filming the scene in his house, and the Slytherins because they thought it too dirty to touch.
She took out several blankets, handing them to Harry to spread out on the floor. He layered them with several Cushioning Charms, adding a Silencing Charm to ensure no passersby could hear what was going on inside. They'd opted not to have a look-out posted outside, choosing instead to rely on luck for their last escapade. It made it a bit more exciting, at least to Harry's mind.
"How are you doing?" Luna asked Dean, who was standing in the corner looking a bit apprehensive.
"Alright," he answered, plucking at the hem of his jumper. He knew what to expect, since he'd watched the rest of the scenes they'd filmed, but he had no idea how they were all so blasé about group sex.
"Why don't we start with what we talked about," she said gently, holding her hand out and pulling him toward the center of the room. "Are you still comfortable with that?"
He nodded hesitantly, his eyes darting to his roommates. He'd seen all of them naked countless times, but this wasn't going to be the same at all. He took a deep breath, nodding again more confidently this time.
"Excellent!" Luna chirped, dashing back to finish setting up the camera while the boys undressed.
Dean kept his eyes on the blanket while he, Harry, Neville and Seamus disrobed, the sound of clothes hitting the floor the only noise in the small cabin. Everyone else had backed up against the wall to give them space, and he could feel their eyes on him. Instead of making him nervous, though, he was surprised to find it exhilarating.
"Whenever you're ready," Luna called from behind the camera, letting them know she was already filming.
Dean jumped when he felt a hand on his back, pulling him down onto the blanket. He grinned when he saw it was Seamus. These were his best friends; he had nothing to be afraid of. And just like that, Dean lost his anxiety and let his arousal take over. He groaned when Seamus's naked body pressed against his, the Irishman claiming his mouth in a rough kiss as his hand swept down Dean's body, curling around his erection.
Neville laughed at Seamus' eagerness, leaning back against Harry and rubbing his arse against the dark-haired boy's erection as they watched Seamus and Dean battle for control of the kiss. Harry licked and sucked on Neville's neck, his green eyes locked on his two roommates, his own erection growing harder against Neville's arse as he watched them begin to wank each other off.
Harry snaked a hand around Neville's waist, his fingers wrapping around the boy's cock and stroking him as he rubbed his own cock between Neville's cheeks. He paused long enough to Summon his wand, casting Lubrication Charms on both his hand and his cock. Harry groaned as his length slid easily along Neville's crack with the help of the spell and earning an answering groan from Neville when his palm slicked over his erection, spreading the cool lube along his shaft and pumping it with strong strokes.
Dean was too caught up in Seamus' kiss to notice what Harry and Neville were doing, though that changed when Seamus pulled him toward the other two, encouraging him to kiss Neville while he kissed Harry, his hand still wrapped around Dean's cock. Dean couldn't believe how natural it felt to have Seamus' cock in his hand, but he had no qualms about wanking him. It didn't feel that different than his own, although he noted that Seamus' length was both longer and thinner than his. Still, the moves he liked to use on himself seemed to be working just fine for Seamus, if the boy's groans were anything to go by, so Dean kept up his pattern of strokes and tugs and concentrated on enjoying the onslaught of sensations from kissing Neville while Seamus' hand worked furiously on his erection.
Harry sped up his strokes on Neville's cock as he felt his own orgasm building. He buckled against the other boy, unable to keep himself upright on his knees while his release tore through him, coating Neville's arse and back with come as he continued to rub his cock between his arse cheeks. Harry broke his kiss with Seamus, resting his head on Neville's shoulder as he focused on finishing him off, his strokes becoming faster and faster until Neville was shuddering under his hand, hot splashes of come hitting Dean's stomach, his cries swallowed by Dean's kiss.
It was enough to send Dean over the edge as well, and he panted against Neville's mouth, his cock jumping in Seamus' hand as he came. Seamus cried out when Dean's grip on his erection became tighter as he rode the waves of his orgasm, the added sensation making Seamus come as well.
The four boys were all panting, leaning on each other as they recovered. None of them noticed Hermione cry out in the corner, though Luna was quick to pan the camera over to her just in time to catch her throw her head back and moan, her hair wild as she bounced in Blaise's lap. Her shirt and bra were both undone, and Blaise's hands were cupping her breasts as she fucked him, her back to his chest and her head lolling on his shoulder as she used her thighs to drive herself up and down on his cock.
Blaise buried his face in her hair, crying out as he came, his hands dropping to help guide her hips as she rode him hard, her eyes tightly shut as she crested as well, sobbing for breath as she soared through her own orgasm.
"God damn," Dean said reverently as he watched the beautiful picture Hermione made, her long curly hair loose, just barely covering rosy pink nipples and full breasts, her face flushed with pleasure and exertion.
"Still fancy birds more than blokes then, Dean?" Seamus asked with a smirk, nudging Dean's renewed erection with his hip.
"Fuck yes," Dean said, still watching Hermione come down from her orgasm.
"Alright then," Luna said, dancing in front of the camera and pulling Dean away from his roommates, helping him stand and then plastering herself against his naked body.
He groaned, rubbing his hips against hers, nearly stumbling when she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He rucked up her skirt, surprised to find she wasn't wearing any knickers.
Draco joined Harry on the blanket, taking full advantage of his still-slippery cock, which was now at full hardness again as he watched Dean and Luna. He knelt in front of Harry, watching as Blaise started to pump his hips again, still buried inside Hermione, apparently ready for a second round. Seamus hooted, grabbing Neville and sending them both tumbling down to the other edge of the blanket, the two of them rubbing against each other as they watched everyone else.
Harry grabbed his wand again, using Stretching and Lubrication spells on Draco since he didn't think the blond would have the patience to be prepared without magic. He was rewarded with a groan as he sank into Draco's body, concentrating on finding just the right angle as he listened to everyone around them race toward release. He urged Draco up a bit, knowing he'd have a better shot at hitting his prostate if his hips were elevated a bit. He held onto Draco's hips, one hand reaching around to stroke his cock as he pounded into him.
Draco cried out, unable to keep his eyes open to watch the groups around him no matter how hard he tried. Sparks of pleasure shot through him every time Harry's cock pressed against his prostate, and paired with the way Harry was fisting his cock, sending him rocketing toward orgasm. He tensed against Harry, calling out his name before he came, bucking against Harry's hips as his release swept through him. Despite having come so recently, Harry felt himself fall over the edge as well, coaxed into coming by Draco's cries and the way his channel contracted around his cock.
Dean and Luna were lost in their own world, somehow managing to fuck standing up without benefit of a wall to help support them. Whatever Dean was doing was obviously working, though, as Luna moaned and buried her head against his shoulder, her climax shuddering through her. Dean pumped into her a few more times, groaning loudly as he came as well.
Neville and Seamus were locked in a sixty-nine, sucking each other off as they watched Blaise and Hermione fucking again. Blaise was on his back now, his hands clamped around Hermione's hips as she rode him, his thumbs caressing lazy circles against her back as he helped her rise and fall against him.
Neville groaned when Blaise made eye-contact with him, sending him a sultry wink as he came inside Hermione for the second time. He watched as Blaise's hand moved from her hip to her crotch, his fingers finding her clit easily and coaxing a second orgasm out of her as well. Neville shot his seed down Seamus' throat as Hermione fell forward, watching as Blaise covered her mouth with his own, muffling her cries of release as he kissed her. Seamus ruthlessly pumped into Neville's mouth, coming as soon as the dark-haired boy began to moan.
Luna started to laugh, sliding her legs down Dean's body until they found the floor and taking an unsteady step toward the camera.
"Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnigan in Hagrid's hut doing too many things to keep track of," she said with another breathless giggle. "Cut."
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Author's note: *whew* Well, it is the last chapter before the big reveal. Had to go out with a bang!