Shout at the Devil

by MalcolmTent6730

Magic wasn't real. That's what Ryan Black was told for most of his life. It was a truth he believed until about a week after his eighteenth birthday, when he was contacted by his dead dad's estate about his own. Being born a squib he had no reason to be informed, except for a small gift his old man left him. Evil pieces in Harry Potter. AU Hogwarts University. Eventual OC-Multi,

38. Chapter 38

October 31st, 2012, Great Hall, Hogwarts, Scotland, 8:00 PM BST

After my dance with Natasha, I was put through an endless tilt-a-whirl of meet and greets and slow dances, until finally, they called an end to the dance portion of the evening and declared it was time for dinner. We cleared out the dance floor and tables were summoned (though not the normal ones) and we were seated by house elves who then brought out a delicious four course meal.

"Ladies and gentlewizards!" Called Dumbledore from up on the stage. " I hope everyone has been enjoying the festivities." There were calls of agreement, and the old man smiled rougishly. "Perhaps some of us have been enjoying a bit too much." A wave of laughter washed over the crowd as he stared pointedly as a drunk wizard nearly falling out of his seat.

"Now, some of you may be wondering." He continued. "Exactly why we've chosen to do the selection in such a public manner. This could more easily have been done quietly and away from the public. However, it is our prerogative as educators to show you all the truths of this world. To share with you the process by which these types of decisions are made, and as such you will all bear witness to the selection. I'd like to invite my compatriots up onto the stage for the selection process. Madames Maxime and Romanoff, if you would be so kind."

He gestured to the spots beside him, and Natasha and Madame Maxime climbed the steps on either side of the stage and took their places on either side. Natasha, being the presence she so obviously was, stepped forward, captivating the audience with her easy smile. "Thank you for the warm welcome Albus, and to all of our friends at Hogwarts. We at Dumstrang are honored to be part of this historic event."

"As are those of us from Beauxbatons." Said Madame Maxime warmly. "For though we may be competitors, this tournament is a chance to hold out our hands in friendship."

Dumbledore beamed. "Well said. And now, the moment you've all been waiting for, the descent of our judge, a great artifact of unimpeachable fairness." He swept his arms up, and an eruption of sparks roared across the stage behind him, tearing a gasp from all the onlookers.

The theatricality reminded me of Dumbledore's comment about magicians the other day. I supposed he'd been planning this for a while now. He definitely had the showmanship down. As the fountain of sparks faded, I could see a pedestal behind the three school leaders. On the pedestal sat the familiar form of the Goblet of Fire.

Like everyone else, my eyes were glued to the cup (tastefully lit by a single beam of light). THe flames were leaping even further than they had been the last time I saw it, and they were the purest emerald green I'd ever witnessed. It was a breathtaking sight.

"And now." He intoned. "We will announce each winner in turn. In the first slot, for the school of Hogwarts, the one true champion…" He raised his arms dramatically, and waited. There was a blast of magic, and a piece of paper sort of…unburned, in the flames, manifesting in front of all of us. Flicking his wand, Dumbledore summoned it silently, and when it fell across his palm, opened it up to scan the words. "Orion Black!"

I wasn't surprised, considering it was supposed to pick the most suitable for the job, and I was leagues more qualified to run a gauntlet of mysterious wizard tests than anyone here (aside from possibly Val, who hadn't entered). I hopped to my feet, enjoying the applause, waving to my adoring public as I ascended the stage to stand next to my headmaster. Madame Maxime smiled in congratulations and Natasha winked at me.

"Congratulations Mr. Black." Said Dumbledore fondly. "You exemplify the very best that our fine school has to offer. I trust you will comport yourself with honor and dignity." The he winked. "And maybe bring us home a trophy."

"I'll do my best, headmaster." I said solemnly.

Natasha stepped forward, brushing past me suspiciously close as she made her way by, so I was able to catch a strong whiff of jasmine and honeysuckle that I recognized from our dance. "Good luck, darling." She breathed as she moved by, her body flush against mine for a moment just brief enough not to look odd from the outside but to give me a healthy eyefull of pale, perfect cleavage.

Dumbledore had moved, and Natasha had taken his place, repeating his gesture. "In the second slot!" She called in her remarkably perfect english. "For the school of Dumstrang…" The goblet erupted again. She summoned the paper, opening it dramatically, and I noted that apparently being the leader of a bunch of college kids made people drama queens. "Viktor Krum!"

Not a lot of surprise there either. International athlete and one of the older contestants at about twenty two. Natasha congratulated him warmly (thankfully not as warmly as she had me) and I nodded as he took his place next to me, offering a hand. "Nice to meet you." I said quietly.

"And you." Said the large Bulgarian. "I look forward to competing against you. I have not been here long, but even I have heard rumors of the great and terrible Ryan Black."

I shrugged modestly. "Don't believe everything you hear. The truth is probably worse."

His eyes widened in surprise. "You speak Bulgarian?" Apparently he thought in the language natively, because my translation abilities shifted my speech to match. He'd made the switch too, because he was speaking flawless english, which made him much easier to converse with.

"I have a gift for languages." I said with another shrug. "You're more comfortable talking like this I take it?"

He gave a wry grin. "My english isn't very good. We had almost no notice for this tournament getting moved up, so I had very little time to prepare. I speak a bit that I learned for the World Cup match, but I'm nowhere near fluent."

Madame Maxime moved past us, and we made way for her as she sedately held out a hand and announced her school. She didn't even summon the paper, reaching deftly into the flames with her admittedly much larger wingspan, and plucking out neatly. She didn't seem any more surprised than I was to call out. "Fleur Delacour!"

My Veela hurried up on stage, bodying me happily and laying a rough kiss on me as she wriggled her very soft body against mine. "I made it!" She crowed happily in french. "I knew I could do it! There were so many older girls with more training, but I beat them all." She pulled back, arms still around my neck. "Don't think I'll go easy on you, darling. I want to win."

While Suzie's matter was important to all of us, Fleur had already informed me that winning the tournament was a matter of national pride. Of course, as winner she would carry enough weight to push for the French to support Amelia, so it would accomplish similar goals. Not quite as effectively, but I wasn't willing to demand she give up on something like this just to make our political aspirations simpler. Worst case scenario I could interfere in the election personally.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "It is wonderful to see my students developing such close bonds with our visitors, but perhaps now that the champions have been chosen, we can move o-" There was an explosion of flame behind us, and we all whirled…to see another piece of paper materializing from the cup. Dumbledore frowned, and without bothering with a wand this time, summoned the paper wordlessly. He plucked it from the air and opened it up before quietly saying. "Harry Potter."

Everyone was dead silent, and Harry stared up at the stage in confusion. Nothing happened for a moment…and then the crowd went wild. Not in the traditional applause definition of that word, but in the chattering 'what is going on' definition.

"Enough!" Bellowed Dumbledore, his voice shifting from kindly grandfather to ball busting badass in moments. "This delay is unexpected, but we will address it among ourselves. Please return to your meals while we convene and discuss." His eyes softened as they turned to Harry. "Mr. Potter. If you would follow us, I'm sure we can get this confusion all cleared up."

He turned and flicked his wand, and the flames above the Goblet froze in place. Without any worry about the still exposed fire, he nimbly plucked it off the pedestal, ushering us all off the stage as he led us out of the hall and into a side chamber around the corner.

When we arrived, we found a number of teachers waiting, and a number of politicians I hadn't expected to see. Snape, McGonagall, Flitwick, Amelia, Crouch, and a leonine man I was pretty sure was Scrimgeour, the auror candidate. Crouch was scowling. "Dumbledore, what is the meaning of this? I demand to know how this is possible."
Despite her formerly friendly demeanor, Madame Maxime looked just as unhappy. "How is it that Hogwarts has two champions? We were promised fair competition." Madame Maxime might like me, but she was a headmistress first. We weren't close, and I wasn't surprised by her outrage.

"Well I think that's obvious." Said the rough voice of a man I hadn't met before. We all turned to see the heavily scarred wizard with the lazy fake eye step past McGonagall. "It's a trap. Potter has plenty of enemies, any of them would be willing to bend some rules to get him locked into a magical contract with minimal chance to survive."

She frowned. "You think this was an assassination attempt?" She said skeptically.

"That's ludicrous!" Snapped Crouch. "Potter is a schoolboy. He isn't involved in anything that would warrant that kind of attention."

"Oh sure." I said sarcastically. "He's never done anything noteworthy that someone might hold against him. How silly of us." Everyone turned to look at me. "Sorry, are we supposed to pretend that wasn't a stupid point?"

Amelia smothered a grin, turning to Harry. "I think the obvious thing to do is to get this out of the way. Harry, dear, did you find some way to trick the Goblet into offering Hogwarts a second champion?"

"No." He said firmly. "I didn't even enter! I don't want to be in a dangerous life threatening tournament for a thousand galleons. I don't ned the money, I don't need the recognition, and I definitely don't need the danger. I was planning to watch the whole thing safely from the stands with my gir- with my friend Gabrielle."

Crouch sneered. "Well of course he would say that. Why would he admit to attempting to defraud three different governments?"

Dumbledore shot him a quelling look. "Bartimeus. I don't care how you used to do things in the ministry, but in my school, we do NOT convict young wizards of crimes for which they have not been tried or implicated simply for the sake of expediency."

Crouch flinched, then glared at the older wizard. Reminding everyone in the room that Crouch had fucked up Sirius's trial was not a nice thing to do to the politician, especially not in international company and in front of his biggest competitors.

"Can't I just…not do this?" Asked Harry tiredly. "I recuse myself, or decline, or whatever means I don't need to risk my life."

Dumbledore shook his head. "It isn't that simple, Harry. The Goblet is a magically binding contract. It shouldn't have worked without your consent. I suspect whoever entered you stole a scrap of homework with your name on it. A hand written signature would have been enough to lock you in."

The one eyed guy (Moody, I finally remembered Daphne mentioning the new DADA professor, but I'd missed his into during my meeting with Dumbledore) smirked unpleasantly. "Sorry to tell you this Potter, but you're officially stuck between a rock and a hard place. Hope you make it out alive."

October 31st, 2012, Great Hall, Hogwarts, Scotland, 9:00 PM BST

After Moody's weirdly ominous jab at a distraught twenty something, things kind of settled. Maxime had been convinced of the danger enough not to be too upset, and she accepted we couldn't DO anything now that the contract was in effect (I was actually pretty sure I could have shrugged it off, if I really wanted to push it, but that wouldn't help Harry) we were escorted back to the great hall.

We were greeted with open arms by my peerage members, who were all excited, even if Stori was very pouty that Harry, Fleur, and I were all competing and she couldn't.

I wasn't even remotely sympathetic. My surrogate sister wasn't wasting away anymore, but she was still a relatively fragile girl, especially compared to the rest of us. Stori could take care of herself well enough for Hogwarts hallways, but she wasn't at the level of an international wizard tournament, whatever level that might be.

The rest of the student body was a mixed bag, but I didn't really give a shit what they thought anyway. The meal was pretty pleasant, and then they cleared the tables and people danced, it was a fun night. I kind of missed the wild parties we'd gone to the last few years, but this wasn't a bad substitute.

Of course, my night was mostly ruined when I stepped out of the great hall and was accosted by a menace in lime green. "Mr. Black!" Purred Rita Skeeter as she appeared like some kind of fashion challenged ghost. "If it isn't the hero of the hour. Do you have any comment on how Harry Potter stole the limelight with his blatant manipulation of the tournament rules?"

"Snake." I said simply. She smirked at me, then started making some comment about name calling, but I shook my head. "No. I mean behind you."

She rolled her eyes, turning her head lazily and then screaming and stumbling back at the sight of the dripping fangs of Asclepius, which I'd conjured behind her without much effort. She tripped over her own feet, fell to the floor, and sent her bag and all the parchment and ink inside spilling out, probably ruining several stories. I was inordinately pleased."

"Why Rita." Drawled Amelia as she emerged from the great hall. "You seem to have taken a spill. You should really watch where you're going."

I nodded solemnly. "She almost ran into my snake. That thing can melt stone, so I can only imagine headbutting one would be less than ideal." I smiled sweetly down at Rita. "You should really watch your step, Rita. Bad things happen when people go where they shouldn't."

My tone turned decidedly less friendly toward the end, and she shuddered and averted her gaze at the coldness in my voice. "You're going to regret this." She hissed, face flushed. "You can't do this to me! I'm a member of the press! You can't attack me like this. I'll destroy you! All of you! You'd better watch your backs." She scrambled to her feet, brushing off her robes.

"Attack you?" I said in surprise. "I didn't touch you though. Not with my hands or magic of any kind. You just had a bad fall, everyone around here saw that. Right guys?" I looked around for help, and all my friends nodded. Further away, people were staring…of course, the snake I'd made had been small and blocked by Rita's body, and it had mysteriously dissolved into vapor when she fell.

No one who wasn't close enough to hear us had any clue what had happened, except that Rita was raving and wailing like a lunatic when we'd just been having a conversation. It probably helped that Rita herself was a known slanderer who made up outrageous lies for a living. I think people would trust Voldemort before her.

She whirled on Amelia. "You! You're supposed to be a public servant! You heard him threaten me!"

The busty redhead shrugged. "I just heard him give you a friendly reminder to watch your step. The only threats here were from you." Her smile became sharp. "In fact, I believe you threatened to 'destroy' the Heir of a Noble House. Ryan might not be the Lord anymore, but he's protected from verbal attacks like any other Heir."

Rita's bright red face went pale. "That's not…no, I was responding to his threat. He was the one that attacked me!" She spun, looking around desperately for some kind of confirmation. "Someone had to have seen it! He threatened me! I was just defending myself!"

Amelia's sharp smile became a smirk. "I think we all know who's word is more trustworthy here. As current head of the DMLE, I'm afraid I'm going to have to take you in for questioning. Of course, you could always prove your story immediately by requesting a questioning under Veritaserum. Is that what you'd like to do?"

The reporter froze. The charges for threatening an Heir were bullshit, and she knew it. Amelia would take her in for questioning, spend a few hours rattling her cage and then let her go with a fine or something. But Rita was a nasty person, and an outright liar was the least of the negative things she was. The chances of her saying something incriminating under Veritaseum questioning were almost a hundred percent.

She turned to glare at me. "I'll make you pay for this, brat."

The brat comment amused me more than pissed me off, so I decided to lean into it a bit. "I'm rubber and you're glue." I said loftily. "Whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you."

Tracey, Shaggy, DB, Seras, and Hannah all burst out laughing, while everyone else looked very confused, including Rita, who appeared to actually start checking herself for sticky spots. She caught my smirk and looked ready to physically attack me. "It would behoove you to take me seriously." She spat.

"Behoove me?" I turned to Amelia, playing dumb. "Did she just threaten to transfigure me? That's like…her thing right? What's the charge for threatening to transfigure the Heir to a noble house?"

Amelia looked like she was trying not to dissolve into fits of laughter, but she schooled her face and said. "We'll add it to the list. Come on Rita. Or do you prefer I stun you and levitate you out of here?"

The green robed witch turned and stalked out of the hallway, and Amelia turned to me with a wide grin. "If Susan wasn't already seeing you, I would kiss you on the mouth for that, you little troublemaker. This is the best early Christmas present anyone has ever given me. I'm going make her squirm." She turned and bounced away like a skipping teenage girl, which did fascinating things to her frankly ridiculous body.

Suzie elbowed me. "Don't leer at my Auntie." She said crossly. "And if you sleep with her…"

"I do have SOME limits." I protested. "I'm not a rutting animal? I can control myself around beautiful women."

"I've seen no evidence of that." She said sweetly, then winked and hip checked me. We all laughed, heading down the hall. We weren't heading to any common room, we wanted to spend some time together as a group first. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were with us, though the latter two were a bit distracted. Ron had come to the ball with Lavender, who seemed genuinely enthralled by him, and Hermione was chatting amiably with Stori.

I shot a quick glance at her bodacious backside in the dress she'd chosen. It looked surprisingly good, and I noticed Daphne checking her out too. I considered the girl. I had no interest in making her a regular part of my…arrangement? Saying harem seemed gauche, especially since I adored my girls so much. It didn't feel like a harem.

Regardless, clapping some insufferable cheeks might be fun, and Daphne wanted to put the know it all in her place sexually so bad I could taste it. Hermione seemed…precious about that kind of thing though. A casual fuck wouldn't be something I could see her going for. Maybe a challenge of some kind. Not a bribe, though if I put some books on the line she might be more open to it.

She seemed repressed, so having Daphne me the offer would be more likely to gain traction. I opened a small circle inside my mouth (on the roof) and whispered into it, the other end opening just inside Daphne's ear. I saw her stiffer, then look down at Hermione and bite her lip. "Granger?" She said as we all walked. "Can you hang back? I'd like to talk to you about something."
I went ahead, because being part of this would make Hermione less likely to accept, but I listened in with a circle as I walked, interested to see how it could go.

"What do you need, Greengrass?" Asked Hermione impatiently. "It's a holiday, and the anniversary of Harry's parents dying. I'd like to spend it with my friends and not someone I barely tolerate."

Daphne snorted. "Agreed. But there's something here we've left unaddressed to long." I was confused by her approach. Was she going to try to play off their fighting as sexual tension? That seemed like a long shot at best.

"And that is?" Hermione said in confusion.

My Slytherin princess rolled her eyes. "Which of us is the better witch. This tournament nonsense is fine for the boys, but we both know who the two most skilled magic users of our year are. Maybe in the whole school. It's me and it's you, and no one seems to know who takes the top spot."

"I think we all know that." Hermione said arrogantly.

"Because you raise your hand a lot in class?' Daphne mocked sweetly. "No. We don't. And I'm sick of it. Sick of being second place. Sick of everyone comparing us. I want to settle it. Once and for all. We can use that room that Ryan found. A duel, winner takes all. I'll put up a copy of the Ars Perfidia as my collateral. You win and you take it."

Hermione gasped. "That's…that book is illegal in most of europe. It's one of the personal grimoires of Morgana le Fay." Her words were hesitant, but her voice was hot. "And what if you win?" She said, proving she was at least partly as smart as she thought. "What do I have to give up if you beat me."

"Your arse." Said Daphne snidely. She was playing this just right, humiliating mixed with spiteful, appeal to her vanity while simultaneously devaluing her. My sneaky little snake. "I hate how they all fawn over you because of your lard ass. Even Ryan stares. So if I win, you give it to him. One night, however he likes."

Hermione made an outraged noise. "I'm not some…street whore. I'm not going to wager my backside like a piece of meat."

"Fine." Said Daphne lazily. "Forget I said anything. I can just sell the book. I'm sure we'll end up duelling or something at some point. I just wanted to give you the chance to get something out of it."

I heard her turn to leave, and there was a long pause. "Wait!" Called Hermione. Daphne stopped. "I can KEEP the book. If I win?" Her voice was almost needy.
If it was me I'd have offered to let her read it even if she lost, but Daphne was better at people than I was. "Of course." She said primly. "Unlimited time with one of the rarest treatises on curse making and breaking ever writer versus a single evening of debasement. What true seeker of knowledge wouldn't make that deal."

"Fine." Said Hermione thickly. "Later tonight. In that room. Bring the book."

"Of course." Said Daphne smugly. "And you might want to try to pick up a bottle of lubricant. Or not. I can bring it for you." She didn't say anything else as she turned and strolled after us. I looked over my shoulder and saw her wink. I'd be going with her tomorrow night, and I was sure it would be a fun night. Poor Hermione, she had no idea she'd made a deal with the devil.

November 1st, 2012, Room of Requirement, Hogwarts, Scotland, 1:00 AM BST (nsfw. Tags:anal, mild lesbian, cunnilingus, bdsm, hardcore, humiliation)

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful. Not boring, but just kind of slow and relaxed. Daphne was glaring at Hermione with an expression that I suspect the other girl thought was hostile, but I recognized as the face she got when she was violently horny. I have to admit the exchange was pretty sexy.

Hermione, for her part, had a determined look on her face, though she kept shooting looks at me and blushing slightly. I was almost positive the girl was a virgin, and I wasn't planning to change that…at least not in the hole she'd be most concerned about.

Oddly, I think the concept of anal was so non-sexual to her that she considered the bet to be more humiliation than carnal act, not that she would let herself think she could lose. I planned to make sure she enjoyed herself thoroughly, obviously, I wasn't into the whole 'painal' thing.

Honestly, someone more responsible probably would have asked Daphne to call it off, but…well, butt. Hermione's butt. Her big fat maddening stuck up know it all booty, the one I'd been staring at and lusting after since I got here, was on the table for a nice fucking, and I couldn't bring myself to say no.

Daphne assured me, of course, that the book was worth it. A hand written treatise on curses by Morgana herself was a suitable price for getting your rectum rearranged, and I told her she'd need to let Hermione read it even when she lost.

She got sulky about it, but I promised she'd be enjoying our conquest right beside me tonight, and that got her going.

It was interesting. I'm not sure Daphne was actually ATTRACTED to Hermione. She had just idealized certain features of the girl as sexually gratuitous to the point that she craved them herself. She was so obsessed with that fat fucking ass she'd developed her own, and now she wanted to take possession of her only competition in the school for fattest ass.

Not hatefucking, exactly, but certainly nothing soft or patient. As evidenced by the very different kind of ass beating she was throwing the stuck up girl in the room right now.

Hermione was under siege. She was actually doing better than expected, lots of interesting counters and shields, but she couldn't keep up. Daphne wasn't even trying that hard, she was just faster and stronger to such a degree that Hermione couldn't keep up.

Finally, five minutes after they started (Daphne had been told to go easy so she didn't humiliate the girl) she disarmed Hermione, catching her wand from the air smugly. "And that's match." She said smugly.
Hermione was frozen. Not by spell, but by shock. "That was…how did you do that?"

She sounded confused and lost. I started feeling a little bad. I grimaced. She didn't know what Daph was, this was starting to feel a little too manipulative for me. "How about we just call it a draw." I said uncertainly. "Hermione, just call this a halloween joke. You don't need-"

"No!" She snapped, head coming up and eyes blazing. "I didn't say I wouldn't do it. I'm just…getting used to it."

Daphne smirked. "Oh, darling. You'll get used to plenty tonight."

I shot her a reproachful look. Hermione was smarmy, but she wasn't a BAD person. Just kind of a narc. I wouldn't trust her at my back…which I guess was ironic in a way, considering what I was going to do to hers.

The girl stood on shaky legs, turning her back and letting her robes fall to the floor. She was in her uniform, but her frankly deviant booty forced the skirt up to almost indecent lengths. "You can…service yourself with my bum." She whispered.

Daphne prowled up to her, grabbing a handful of that ass, earning a squeak from the bookworm. "A bum?" She purred. "This isn't a bum. Nice plain spoken girls have 'bums'. This is a big. Fat. Arse. And there won't be any servicing. Arses like this aren't to 'service' with. They're to FUCK." Hermione looked…I think the most accurate term is 'scaroused'?

"Then…that." She muttered. "I don't go back on my word. I said he could have it. It's his for the night. Whatever you want to call it."

Daphne unfastened her skirt, letting it fall to the ground, leaving the other girl in just a pair of very plain white panties. Or they would have been plain on a normal girl. On Hermione Granger's slutty bowling ball booty, they might as well have been a thong. The way they flossed her bulging cheeks was almost indecent.

The bookworm was panting a bit, eyes unfocused. Daphne giggled maliciously, reaching around and sliding a hand into her panties. "Oh my." She said in a scandalized voice. "She's so WET. What an indecent young lady. Showing her vulgar posterior to a man she barely knows, and her lewd little snatch is all dewy after only a second."

Hermione let out a shameful whine, wriggling place. "That's not part of the deal. You can't touch me there."

Daphne pulled her hand out, lasciviously licking her fingers in front of the other girl. "Mmmm." She purred. "Tastes like whore." She giggled again, slapping a wide expanse of pale cheek on Hermione's exposed rear.

"Enough, Daph." I scolded. She just fluttered her lashes at me. I approached the girl, hand falling to her reddened rear, massaging the struck cheek lightly. "I'm sorry about her." I cajoled. "Are you sure you want to do this? We can call it off."

She nodded slowly. "Be gentle?" She whispered. "I've never…it's not."

"You're a virgin." I comforted. "After tonight you still will be." I rubbed her butt comfortingly, enjoying how she wriggled back into my touch. "This hole doesn't count. You're not having sex, just repaying a debt." I stepped behind her, slowly sliding the panties down, having to wriggle to get them over her ass.

I reached down and unbuttoned my pants, letting my impressive cock smack down onto the exposed top of her inviting booty meat. She hissed, swallowing hard. "It's so hot. And…big. You can't expect it to fit."

Pulling out the lube I'd grabbed, I poured it on my fingers then slid my hand down, spreading her cheeks as my fingers gently found her rosebud and started to circle it with the lubricant. She sucked in, but I just kept rubbing it in until she was nice and greased outside, then I slipped one into her back door.

"Oh!" She squeaked, her face reddening. "That's…oh my."

"How does it feel?" I was taking my time, working my fingers in slow. "Am I hurting you?" I kept my voice soft and soothing, and the absolutely delicious lip bite she made in response was so fucking hot.

Daphne, who had conjured the room, called up a flat table at about waist length, and took Hermione by the shoulders, easing her down. She didn't mock or cajole, but she stood on the other side, and it wasn't hard to notice Hermione was at waist height to her too. I added another finger, working it in slow, and Hermione let out a quiet, needful grunt.

"Feels strange." She cooed. "I don't know. I don't…it feels so odd. I don't think I dislike it. I feel so…full." I shushed her, even as I saw Daphne taking down her panties on the other side of the table, a manic glint in her eye. Hermione was too out of it from exploring the exciting world of backdoor hand stuff to notice.

I spread her cheeks, removing my fingers, and pressed the head of my cock to her rear hole. "Alright. I've got you lubed up. I'm going to go slow, alright."

"Wait!" She yelped. The head of my cock probably felt like a small apple pressed against her back door, but I waited. She sat there for a minute, looking worried, then closed her eyes and nodded.

I dug my fingers into her mouthwatering behind, enjoying the soft skin of her buttcheeks caving under my fingers as I pressed forward. She tightened up like she was being electrocuted, but she didn't stop me.

Slowly, inexorably, I entered her rectum, one inch at a time, she was so hot and tight and welcoming, it was like fucking a furnace. She whimpered, but didn't stop me. "Hermione." I said soothingly. "Would you like me to touch your pussy. The sensation might help."

"Yes." She grunted. "Please. It's so hot. I'm aching there."

Reaching around, I ran my fingers over the lips of her weeping cunt, and she let out a low keen as I traced her slippery lips and stroked her protruding clit. I took the opportunity to get deeper, further into her, until finally my hips clapped against the exact as I'd been fantasizing about since I first saw the little teacher's pet.

I stopped, and she sat the whimpering for a bit until finally, with a tortured groan, she spat. "Don't STOP!" I shot her a look of surprised and she wiggled her hips. "It's in me. I can feel it so deep. I'm getting used to it. Greengrass said it was for…it was for fucking." She said the word like it was foreign. "You want to do that to me right? F-fuck my bum?"

Starting to slide out, I sped up my fingers on her clit. "It's a great ass." I complimented. "I've wanted it for ages."

She stuttered. "What? T-that's….you've wanted to do this to my bum?" She sounded almost flattered. I was out of her to the tip, and then began the trip back in. She was relaxing, her cunt almost a faucet as I slowly get her asshole used to doing it's job for me.

"Since I first met you." I growled hotly. I chuckled, changing my approach a bit. "Your pussy likes that. Did someone have a little crush?"

Shaking her head, she whined. "No, that's not true. It's just…it's just all new. You're making me feel new things, so my body is responding. I didn't want this. I don't like it. I don't. This is wrong. Decent girls don't enjoy things like this."

"Enjoy what, Hermione." I teased. "Say it. What am I doing."

"B-buggering me." She whined. "You're buggering me. Merlin, why is it so good. Why is it so good in my bum. This is so wrong."

I started to speed up, and the hypnotic clap of hips on ass became an ever speeding metronome. "This pussy doesn't think so." I laughed. "This pussy loves when I bugger you. Doesn't it?"

"Love-" She panted. "Love pussy. Love my pussy. Buggering me so good. Wrong. So wrong. Feels so wrong. Wrong how right it feels. It's wrong how right you feel in my arse!" She wailed. "It's wrong! I'm wrong! I love you in my arse and I love being wrong!"

I slapped one of those hypnotic cheeks, earning a squeal. "I'll make you so fucking wrong tonight." I growled. "And you'll love every second. Won't you?"

"Every second." She nodded drunkenly. "Every second in my bum. Every second my pussy is wrong. Every-" She squeaked, and my eyes, which had closed in enjoyment at being the stick up the fattest, most luscious ass in our year snapped over and the wet muffled moaning.

Daphne had made her move, grabbing the girl's frizzy hair and planting her face first in a pretty, well trimmed devilish twat. "Oh fuck." She moaned, grinding the other girl's face into her snatch. "That's enough of that. Put that mouth to better use." I expected Hermione to struggle or push her away, but the girl's hands came up to sink into my girl's own cushioned rump, dragging the demonic pussy harder into her mouth.

"Oh!" Daphne said delightedly. "Oh yes. Oh she's going for it. Getting in there good. Fuck she loves. She loves the pussy. She's fucking feasting. Fuck her harder Ryan, fuck her until she screams her orgasm into my pussy." Laughing, I leaned forward, grabbing Daphne's hair and yanking her mouth against miine as my hips sped up, clapping the Gryffindor golden girl's cheeks as I hollowed out that fat enticing ass. Best, Halloween, ever.

November 1st, 2012, Room of Requirement, Hogwarts, Scotland, 9:00 AM BST

At some point we'd conjured a bed, and I laid back in it, Daphne cuddled up against me as I watched Hermione wriggle into her panties, her skirt already on. She scowled over her shoulder. "Must you stare at my bum?" Her words were more acidic than her expression, which was a mix of embarrassed and flushed.

"I did a lot more to your bum than stare at it last night." I grinned. "You could take my fingerprints off that ass."

She huffed. "Must you be so crude?" Despite the pout, I could see a bit of a pleased tilt to her lips. She glanced down at Daphne, still passed out, her own equally tenderized ass out on full display. "I didn't think you'd…do it to us together." She covered her mouth. "And the things I did with her. Merlin, I performed cunnilingus on her."

"Several times." I laughed. "Why is that a problem?"

She huffed. "I'm not some strumpet. I let you have my rear because I lost, but I wasn't supposed to…"

"To love it?" I teased. "To beg and plead and squeal for my cock?" She glared at me. "Well you did, and you looked fucking glorious. I know we haven't always got on, but I've always been attracted to you. And you were worth the wait."

Her face went vermillion. "I don't…that's not appropriate. But do you mean it? You…enjoyed me? Merlin, what am I saying?" She hid her face in her hands. "I'm such a slag. I let a man violate my behind so I could have a chance to read a BOOK."

"More than a chance." I said with a laugh, tossing it to her after she looked up. She squeaked and caught it.

She stared at the very valuable book. "This is priceless." She whispered. "Why would you give me this? I lost the bet. Did I…was my bottom really so wonderful?" She looked torn between flattery and outrage.

"Id buy you a thousand books to get back in that ass." I grinned. "But that's not why I gave you that. "You were a good sport. You made a deal and kept it even when I offered you an out, and you made it good for Daphne." I patted a reddened ass cheek and my princess whined and wriggled into the blankets. "She likes you, you know."

"She does NOT." Said Hermione, seemingly outraged. "She loathes me."

"You irritate her." I corrected. "In a hot way. She wants you, is challenged by you, gets riled up by you. She wants to fight and fuck and dominate you."
She sputtered. "That's not how a relationship should be." She spat. "Relationships are based on care and mutual affection. I don't want to be some…sexual conquest that she has to grind into the dirt." Her face heated back up. "And I don't like girls!"

"The pussy juice all over your face begs to differ." I smirked, rubbing my cheek. "You've got a little something.

She squeaked and started rubbing her face on her sleeves, and I just winked. "That's not fair!"

"Love and war and all that." I said with a shrug. "My point stands. You made it fun for her, and I appreciate it. You could have been boring, but you were lively and creative and enthusiastic. It made me see you in a new light. I guess the trick to getting close to a girl with a stick in her ass is to be the stick."

That got some more sputtering, but when she saw my chuckling she lowered it to a mutter. "I'm not one of 'your' girls." She said stubbornly, as she squirreled the book away in her bag.

"I don't remember asking you to be." I shrugged. At her surprisingly hurt expression, I sighed. "I didn't mean it like that. This was fun, and if you ever want another session I'll back between those cheeks before you can blink. But you don't want to be in a…what's the word? Harem sounds too unemotional. You don't want to share me with a bunch of girls."

She set her teeth stubbornly. "You don't know what I want." She gritted out.

"Sure I do." I said bluntly. "You want to do that again. You want your asshole demolished while you scream into my girlfriend's cunt. You want to wake up drooling with hot cum dripping out of your ass, and you want to be able to do it without feeling like kind of a slut. You were wound tighter than a hundred year old pickle jar lid, and now that I pounded the stress out through your backdoor you feel like you need to have feelings for me or it makes you a bad person." I stared her down. "How did I do?"

Her mouth hung open in shock as she stuttered a defense, but eventually just slumped and nodded.

"Well good news. You're not a bad person." At her dubious look, I just laughed. "Look, you were told a lot of conservative shit about your chastity and your self worth growing up, I'm sure. Sex is for people you love, hedonism is bad, sluts are disgusting, whatever. But here's the secret. That's all other people's baggage. Do what makes you happy, fuck who you want, lick who you want, and just enjoy yourself. You're only in your twenties once. You're hot. Throw that gratuitous ass like there's no tomorrow."

"And I'm sure you have no ulterior motive in saying that." She spat, looking away shyly.

I just shrugged. "Not really. Hermione I did things to your asshole last night even Daphne doesn't let me do. I have thoroughly enjoyed your most enchanting feature. Repeatedly. If I never fuck you again, it wouldn't be ideal, but it wouldn't really BOTHER me. I'm probably the one guy at this school that WON'T lie to you."

"So I just…what? Slag myself out?" She demanded. "Become your toy?"

"I mean, I said do what you want. If you want to be a toy, you do you. If not, we can just call it stress relief among friends." I smiled encouragingly. "It's up to you."

She snorted. "We're friends now?" She said sarcastically.

"Well, friend adjacent." I laughed. "I have a rule. I don't actively dislike anyone after I've been INSIDE their colon."

She buried her face in her hands again with a groan. "You're so GROSS." She stayed like that for a bit. "You mean it? You like me now? Because that's…that's not really a proper way to form an opinion."

"Don't misunderstand." I said to her with a shake of my head. "I don't like you because we fucked. I've been warming up to you for a while. My main issue was that I considered you a narc. You put rules above loyalty. But insisting on following through when I gave you an out…well lets just say my own twisted sense of honor was satisfied by your courage."

"Swell." She said dryly. "Next time you decide I'm a bit stuck up I can just skip the middle steps and let you sodomize me directly."

I clapped delightedly, then quited down at Daphne's groan. "There she is." I grinned. "I know there was a sense of humor in there somewhere. I assume it was in one of your gargantuan ass cheeks and it escaped when I gaped your asshole last night."

That was apparently more humor than she could do yet. Baby steps. "So yes." I continued, wanting to change the subject. "We can do this again. You and me, you and Daphne, all three of us. And now we have a secret to share. I won't tell anyone about this, and knowing you won't either makes me trust you more."

She paused for a minute, seemingly wary before saying. "If I don't want you to….experience my bottom, again." She blushed hard. "Will I still be able to read the book?"

"Sure." I shrugged. "I told Daph last night I was lending it to you. There's no strings."

She bit her lip. "It's not really sex." She hedged. "Just…stress relief. Like exercise. Lots of exercise is a bit embarrassing."

I smirked at her obvious rationalizing. "Sure. It's just a deep rectum massage."

Glaring, she huffed a bit. "I'll keep it in mind." She sighed. "I won't pretend it wasn't…therapeutic As long as it stays between us." She glanced at Daphne. "Do you think she might like to be friends?" She said slowly. "I've always found her very impressive. I'm not…like that with girls. But I didn't DISLIKE it."

"Are you asking me if she'll let you pimp yourself out to her for friendship?" I asked with a laugh.

"No!" She snapped. "Not like that. But she clearly enjoys our stress relief. I wouldn't mind letting a friend relieve stress like that. I guess. Not that I would with Ron or Harry, but she's a girl. It doesn't really count, right?"

I just laughed, waving her off. "I'm sure she'd like to be friends, though I suspect she'd want to keep your current adversarial relationship too. I told you, you challenge her. She likes it." Plus I knew my Daphne and fucking her defeated rival made her cum like a fire hydrant. She wouldn't want to give up that aspect of things.

She nodded thoughtfully, then turned to leave. Before she reached the door, she froze. "I don't know where to tell them I went." She hissed after a look of dawning horror crossed her face.

"They were both drinking heavily last night." I said with a laugh. "And Lavender had Ron's head so far up HER ass I doubt he noticed you were gone. Harry was all over Gabi, so I think your secret is safe. Just don't bring it up and they'll never notice."

She nodded again and then slipped out. After the door closed, Daphne sighed and rolled over, pouting at me. "You told her I LIKED her." She accused.

"You do like her." I countered. "And don't make any bullshit comments about liking her tongue in your snatch, because that's a ME move, and you're better than that. You find her entertaining, and you WOULDN'T mind being her friend." I paused. "And you DO like her tongue in your snatch."

She shrugged. "She's got a tongue like a gecko. It was lovely. And I suppose she's not ALL bad. I could use a friend, and if she gets too yappy I'll just sit on her face."

I laughed, slapping an exposed cheek and digging my fingers in with a lewd smile. "Yeah, yeah, you're so tough, you don't need anyone. You can't solve every problem by sitting on someone's face." I pointed out sanctimoniously.

She rolled over, straddling my hips enticingly with a naughty grin. "What else should I sit on?"

As we got back to fucking, I was reminded how much my life had changed. Hogwarts had been great for me. Not just the casual encounters like with my new friend with benefits (that ass was beneficial as hell, Daphne had the size, but Hermione could crush diamonds back there) but meaningful relationships like with Daphne and Suzie.

We finished up, and she snuggled into my side, perfectly content to just BE with me and me with her. We lay like that for a while, until eventually I had to ask. "You're not going to tell me to be careful in the tournament?"

She snorted. "You're going to crush them all. I don't care how many you smack around as long as you don't kill them."

I checked her face, but realized she wasn't kidding or being dismissive. She really didn't even consider that I could lose. She had that much faith in me. I smiled, leaning down to kiss her softly. "You bet that world class ass I will. Now go to sleep. No one expects anyone to go to class the day after Halloween." And we faded into blissful rest. I loved my life.

November 20th , 2012, Gringotts, Diagon Alley, London, 10:00 AM BST

Four days. Four days until the first task, and we were still digging into what the fuck it WAS. Amelia was pretty insistent we at least APPEAR to be fair about this, and apparently they'd decided to sandbag setup until like…the day before, because it was already late getting started.

Luckily, I wasn't the only one looking into it, and I'd arranged for my girls to do their digging while Sirius and I made our way into the depths of Gringotts to retrieve something we were now ninety percent sure was in the Black vault. A horcrux.

Dumbledore and Val had been working out the kinks in our detection systems, and after much trial and error, had officially confirmed Gringotts as we'd suspected. After that it was a matter of taking the cart down to a bunch of different vaults with the detector active until they'd narrowed it down and, finally, Sirius had confirmed that the Black vault was near all the areas where feedback happened.

Now Sirius and I were in the bowels of the goblin bank, standing just inside the Black vault, and I was kind of blown away by the sheer wealth on display. "Jesus christ." I said in wonder. "There's literal mountains of gold in here. HOW do you have this much money?"

"Starting to regret letting me take back the Lordship?" He said with a laugh. "All this could have been yours."

I snorted. "I'm good. I'm perfectly fine with my own vault. Even if I can't swim in it like fucking scrooge mcduck." At his strange look, I rolled my eyes. "Old tv character. Cartoon duck with a giant vault full of gold coins he liked to swim around , I need my hands free, so why don't you show me which way to the horcrux."

My uncle rolled his eyes before reaching into his pocket. He removed an amulet on a chain that I hadn't seen before. The amulet itself was a sphere of glass with a metal arrow floating in the center, glowing dully as it spun in lazy circles.

As soon as it was out, the light flared, and the arrow snapped around, stopping dead with its point off into the distance to the southwest. "Nice. Kind of wish we could've brought the others."

Sirius shook his head. "Not worth the risk. If the horcrux starts some kind of magical attack, it's going to trigger the vault's defenses. Not the goblin wrought ones either. The inside of this vault has been warded up the arse over the years. They'll ignore us because we have Black blood, but anyone else who followed us in would be a target."

"So." I said as we walked. "You going to be going to this Yule Ball with Val? I know you didn't do the Halloween thing, but the Yule ball is a bigger event, and there'll be more older people there."

He frowned at me. "Why? Did she ask about it? Because she didn't say anything to me."
"I'm her King." I said bluntly. "I'm in charge of her. Despite what she might call you in bed, I'm closer to being her dad than you are." I snickered at his flush. "Well, I guess her actual dad would be closer than that. You met her parents yet?"

He grimaced. "Not yet. She's worried how they'll take it. The age gap isn't a problem for Wizards, we tend to live longer anyway."

"Plus emotionally you're basically a teenager, which makes you even younger than her." He shot me a two finger salute and I snickered before getting back on track. "But if you're serious about her you'll need to meet them eventually. Probably best if the first time they meet you isn't when you show up asking for permission to propose. Plus you don't LOOK that old. The elixir really took some years off. You could pass for late twenties."

"That's true." He said with a contemplative look. "They don't know me and they aren't wizards. With the way I look there's no reason for them to ask about it. Val's sorcerer friends won't care. Tanith is like two hundred or something, and Skullduggery is older than Dumbledore."

I chuckled. Despite all the hassle, he'd never dropped any hints about wanting to end things. My uncle was head over heels for Val, and it seemed pretty mutual. I was reassured, which was good, because we'd stopped in front of a particularly large pile of gold and were staring up at it along the line of the arrow.

"Well, we found it. Now which fucking object IS it?" I asked in annoyance. "Swords, cups, jewels coins, there's about a thousand different random ass items in that pile." I reached down and picked up a cup. "Think it's this?" I moved it around but the arrow didn't budge. "Nope, probably the holy grail." I tossed it over my shoulder into another pile with a clink.

Laughing, Sirius climbed up the pile, gold coins slipping like loose dirt as he ascended the stack. He followed the arrow, until he finally came to a specific object. "Hey, come up here and check this out?" I floated off the ground, wings spread as I flew up to sit behind him and look over his shoulder. "Show-off." He sniped.

I rolled my eyes and focused on the item he was indicating. "A honey badger?" I asked incredulously. "I guess Voldemort doesn't give a fuck."

"I don't know what that means." He said bluntly. "But I think this cup might be an heirloom. Something that belonged to Hufflepuff. The woman, not the house. Founder's relics are hard to come by. I could definitely see Voldemort using one for a soul storage device." He drew his wand, gently tapping the cup…but not gently enough.

Reaching out, I snatched the back of his shirt and yanked him off the pile as the cup exploded into a rain of identical drinking vessels, which all rained down from above us like a swarm of golden meteors.

"Shit!" I snapped as I wove through the air. "This is why we don't TOUCH cursed artifacts!"

"Oi!" Snapped my uncle as we jerked back and forth through the air. "I was an Auror you brat. Not for LONG, but still, I've forgotten more about cursed artifact handling than you've ever known!"

"Maybe next time try fucking REMEMBERING some of it then!" I snarled as I dropped into a dive, barely missing a wave of seemingly animated cups. Sadly, they didn't keep attacking en masse, they started collecting in the air, the gold melting together into a molten blob. In the center, I could briefly see one solid cup (presumably the real one) amidst the melting metal, at least for a moment before it was swallowed up.

The metallic mass warped and shifted until it finally settled into the shape of a huge golden dragon statue, which let out a cacophonous roar.

"Ok, well that's just bullshit!" I snarled at the thing. "Also it's so derivative. He already did that shadow dragon thing at the sea cave. Unoriginal bastard." I yelped and dove sideways, avoiding the massive golden tail as it tried to smash me out of the air.

Sirius snorted. "It's fine. It just attacked a Black. Watch and learn."

Around us, the world went still. Silent and cold as the grave, the lights in the chamber dimmed, a chill wind blowing through the piles. From the golden mountains, ghosts emerged, mostly on horseback. They bucked and neighed as they surrounded the monster. As I watched, they drew small spears, hurling them at the beast, chains running from the backs.

The spear points dug in, and the horses and riders turned and rode, yanking the chains taut and the dragon into a trapped, spread eagled state. They didn't have to show me twice, I cast Asclepius, a serpent diving toward the spot I'd seen the cup. It hit the gold and started melting through, but the monster roared and jerked one arm, and several of the ghostly warriors went flying.

With an unearthly wail, specters emerged from the walls higher up, swooping down to harry the monster as I prepared another serpent and sent it winging after the dragon. I'd missed the cup with the first shot, and the second appeared to miss it too. It must be moving.

I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in the silence. My instincts could help, they always steered me right. I waited, listening, feeling, and then, I got a twinge of…something.

I flicked my wand, sending Asclepius out again, smashing through the leg from what I saw when I opened my eyes. The serpent emerged with a cup in its jaws, a surprisingly sturdy, non melting cup. I willed it back, and the snake turned and carried to to me even as the dragon just…stopped.

"Wow." i said as I caught the cup. "I guess the golden dragon statue is just part of the decor." I squinted at it. "I kind of like it, honestly. What do you think?"

We'd set down on a large pile of gold, and my uncle was trying to get his balance and glare at me at the same time. Walking and chewing gum were not part of his skills apparently, because when he glared he seemed to slip. I let him slide down the coins, meeting him at the bottom, and tried not to laugh too loud at his misfortune.

Scowling, he brushed off his robes. "It's fine." He said distractedly. "Not sure what it's worth, and we might need to have a cursebreaker look at it."

I held up the cup, peering at it suspiciously. "This thing seems…underwhelming. I'm a little disappointed. I know he has a hogwarts boner, but a badger cup? He couldn't have gotten Hufflepuffs like…dagger or something?"

"Or her bra." Said Sirius with a snicker. "Historically she's noted to have a rack like a twelve point buck."

I smirked. "I'm telling Val you were drooling over ancient medieval titties."

We both laughed as I dropped the cup through a circle and into an out of the way chamber we'd prepared for just such an occasion. "Anyway, do you want to hit one of the Bistros in the alley?" He said casually. "I head Dejonnes has a new tasting menu, and we're here anyway."

Heading back to the entrance, I looked back as the lights went out, not that it impeded my vision at all. The ghosts were fleeing back into the piles. I wondered if they were bound to individual items or somehow bound into the whole pile. Or maybe there were symbols on the floor or something. Whatever the case, they vanished as quickly as they'd come.

We took the goblin cart back to the surface, and were heading for the bistro, when a familiar figure stepped from the shadows. I was surprised to see a harried looking Daphne, Suzie behind her. "Ryan!" Wailed my redhead as she crashed into me. "Oh, it's terrible. I had no idea they would be so cruel. How can they expect you to survive?"

I blinked at her in confusion before turning to Daphne, who grimaced a bit, but also looked worried as hell. "We found out what the first task is." She said grimly. "You have four days to prepare, but it won't be easy."

"What is it?" I asked, imagining manticores or basilisks or something. But somewhere, deep down, i knew that wasn't it. I'd been given a hint, somehow, and I knew deep down what she'd say.

"Dragons." Daphne announced in a dark tone. "They've got the champions going up against DRAGONS." Yup, just like I'd expected. Oddly though, I wasn't scared. I'd never faced a real dragon, but I'd faced one of darkness and one of gold. I could handle a meat dragon. Maybe when I was done I could make it into a snack. Whatever happened, I knew I'd win. And I was damned excited to figure out how.

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