"You ready, Harrikins?"
Harry took a deep breath. He looked at the grinning Weasley twin—he couldn't tell if it was Fred or George—and nodded. Harry, Angelina Johnson, and said twin were standing on the landing overlooking The Lion's Pride. The room was filled with people, as it was time for Harry's official introduction to the group.
"He looks like he might hurl, George," Angelina said. "You're cleaning it up if he does."
"Nonsense, my dear captain," he replied. "I'm sure a fight would break out over who gets that honor."
Harry looked down at the assembled group. There appeared to be about thirty people, including many faces he only half-recognized. They were all chatting in small groups. No one was nude, or at least not yet. A few were half-dressed; most were wearing their school uniforms without robes. But the night was still young, and he wasn't sure what to expect.
His heart raced as he stared at all the people. He was less afraid of what they might think of him for joining—they were here for sex too—than he was that they would reject him. With the exception of Ron, his Gryffindor housemates hadn't accosted him publicly since the Goblet incident, but he was still uncertain of his welcome.
His eyes found Dean, Lavender, and Parvati. They were chatting casually with each other and a seventh-year he didn't know by name. He shared a dorm room and classes with those three. Would this make things strange between them?
Angelina patted him on the back. "Welcome to the real common room, Harry. Don't be nervous. I think you'll fit right in."
Without further ado, the pair led him down the gilded staircase to the floor.
At their entrance, George spread his arms wide and declared in a booming voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, sluts and manwhores, it is my great honor to present to you our newest member, our very own Gryffindor seeker and a fine specimen of manhood, Harry Potter!"
There was scattered applause and a few wolf whistles. Harry was relieved that there were no jeers. If anyone objected to his presence, they kept quiet.
"You'll all have time to make his intimate acquaintance later," George continued, "but first he would like to say a few words on this auspicious occasion. Harrikins, you have the floor."
He stepped forward nervously. "Er, thanks Georgiekins."
There was some laughter, which he took as a good sign. There were too many faces looking at him for him to make eye contact with everyone, so he looked for the faces he did recognize.
"Thank you for the invitation to the club. I had no idea it existed, which makes me a little thick, I guess, but Katie opened my eyes quite thoroughly."
There was louder laughter this time, especially after Katie preened smugly, and he started to relax. "I'm sure some of you don't know what to think of me, or maybe you think I'm some sort of liar or cheat. But I give you my word, on my honor as a Gryffindor and on my magic itself, that I didn't enter myself into the tournament. I hope you'll give me the benefit of the doubt, when we're in here, at least. I hope we can all be friends. That's all I had to say."
Some light applause followed, and Harry saw that that most of the room was smiling at him encouragingly. George slapped him on the back. "You'll make lots of friends here. And if someone causes trouble, Angelina will castrate them."
Angelina laughed. "I don't know about castrate, but I'd be willing to squeeze a few balls. Seriously, Harry, there's plenty of joking around here—making fun of people for their kinks and what not—but nothing is mean-spirited. Just come to me if there's a real problem."
"I will."
She raised her voice to speak to the whole room. She had the commanding presence of a quidditch captain even here. "Thanks for showing up for the introduction, you lot. You can go study now, or you can stay and get naked. It's Friday night, after all."
"Hell yes, it is!" someone yelled.
Angelina flicked her wand, and the lights in the room dimmed. Barely audible music sprang up from somewhere. The atmosphere changed instantly from casual to charged.
She smirked at Harry. "Something tells me your dance card will be quite full tonight."
Mercifully, she did not abandon him to his own devices. She led him around the room for a brief tour and introductions. He was well acquainted with Lavender, Parvati, and Dean, of course, and each gave him a smile and a thumbs-up as he passed.
The entire quidditch team was there, just as Katie had said. So too was Lee Jordan. The rest were people he didn't know very well. He was introduced to Julian Martigan, a handsome, aristocratic-looking boy with a bored demeanor. Harry was vaguely aware of him as a sixth year and one of McLaggen's friends. There was also Malcolm Ogden, a small, mousy-looking seventh-year known to be an heir to the Ogden firewhiskey fortune.
The friendliest of the lot was a sixth year Irishman named Dane Murphy. The boy was tall and gangly, and shook Harry's hand enthusiastically. Stewart Perkins, a seventh year, reminded him of a more gregarious Neville Longbottom. Fair-haired and slightly rotund with florid cheeks, Perkins declared his unwavering support for Harry in the coming tournament.
The girls held far more interest for him. Josephine Hampson, a sixth year with a long but pretty face and a thick mane of brown hair, eyed him with open interest.
"Call me Jo," she told him. "I'd love to hang out later, if you're game."
Jo introduced him to Molly Beckwith, a plump sixth year with a bright smile, and, though they were still covered by her uniform, huge breasts.
Others who caught his eye included Saoirse Manson, a red-headed Scot with lots of eyeshadow who somehow managed to look both hostile and alluring; and her friend Livia Tinkerfell, a beautiful blonde witch with a haughty air. Angelina counseled him never to call her 'Tinkerbell' if he valued his life, though she accepted 'Tink' from her friends.
No one said an unfriendly word, though there were a few faces that remained indifferent or slightly cold. He resolved to keep his distance from those people, should he choose to spend a lot of time there.
When the introductions were finished, Angelina led him to the tables along one side of the room. She pointed out a small cabinet to him first.
"The stuff in there," she said, "is off-limits unless George or I open it for you. It's mostly light aphrodisiacs and pepper up and what not. We've got a supply of lust potion too, but we use it sparingly. It's addictive and expensive. We only have it because Martigan is filthy rich and keeps us in supply, so don't piss him off."
Harry nodded as she moved on to a nearby table. "This one has lube, a bunch of toys if that's your thing, and some murtlap in case your bits get sore. That's mostly for the girls."
"And this," she said with a wave of her hand, "is the refreshments table. Tonight there's butterbeer, firewhiskey, ale, and biscuits, but we don't usually have alcohol. We only break it out for special occasions."
She picked up a liter of firewhiskey and poured two generous shots. She handed one to Harry and grinned. "To your broom health. Bottoms up!"
He swallowed the fiery shot, coughing after it went down.
"Just a little liquid courage, but don't get stinking drunk," she warned. "Not only will it ruin your experience in here, but we don't want to attract attention outside. If you like to drink, learn the sobering charm."
"Got it," Harry said. He doubted he'd be frequenting the firewhiskey table. He wanted his wits about him when he left the room.
By the time they had finished the rounds, half the people in the room had dispersed elsewhere. The remainder were scattered among the beds in the corners or sitting on the couches and love seats in the center of the room. Clothes had started to come off, and several people were already in various throes of passion.
His eyes scanned the room, unsure about the etiquette for watching people. His heart began pounding at the cornucopia of flesh on display. His gaze stopped on Lavender Brown, and he instantly grew hard. She was reclining on a seat, fully-nude, with her legs spread wide. There was a dark-haired boy with his head buried between them. He thought it might be Martigan, but the light was too dim to tell. He teased her with his tongue while she ran her fingers through his hair, her eyes closed in bliss.
Harry couldn't help but stare at her. Lavender was a beautiful girl, and her breasts were even more impressive than he had imagined them to be. They were full and firm, with large puffy nipples that stood out every time her chest heaved. She looked up, seemingly aware that she was being watched, and their eyes met. She blushed but gave him a little smile, which he returned.
Angelina stood next to him as he watched. "Gorgeous, isn't she?"
"Yeah," he acknowledged, his eyes still locked on her. This was exactly the sort of image that his imagination produced late at night in the dorms, and here it was brought to life.
She laughed at the look on his face. "You are such a voyeur, Harry. I thought your eyes were going to pop out of your skull the first time you saw me and Katie in our knickers."
"Er, sorry about that."
She squeezed his arm. "No worries. You can watch all you like here. Just don't be obnoxious about it."
She looked around the room at the various couples forming. "Looks like the party has officially started. I take it you're comfortable staying?"
"Of course." He had assumed it was a given that he would be taking part in the evening's festivities. He had even been worried that there would be some sort of humiliating initiation.
"Just making sure. If someone asks you to do something you don't want to, just politely decline, alright?"
"I'm not a pushover, Angie."
She grinned and looked him over from head to toe. "Didn't think you were. But if you plan to stay, you've got far too many clothes on. You want some help with that?"
"Sure."
She grabbed his tie and slowly loosened it, then started on his shirt. When it came off, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "I would love to give you a little welcome to the club, if you're interested."
His pulse raced at her words, still not quite able to believe this was happening. "I can't wait."
She patted his crotch. "Outstanding. Did you want to go to one of the beds or hang out here in the center? Wherever you're comfortable."
"Whatever you want is fine," he said, glancing at the amorous activities nearby. He could see Parvati making out with a seventh-year boy while he fondled her breasts. Lavender was now moaning loud enough for the whole room to hear, as if she were trying to attract attention. One of the twins stood with his eyes closed as Alicia Spinnet suckled on the tip of his cock and stroked him leisurely.
"Well, if you don't care, we're staying right here. I don't mind being on display."
In no time at all, she had him fully undressed. He barely registered the fact that she was still wearing her uniform.
She examined his cock appreciatively and ran a finger along its length. "Goddamn, Harry. Katie was right."
"Thanks?"
She laughed. "I'm just teasing you. You used to be a scrawny little thing." She leaned forward, her amber eyes glinting with mischief, and squeezed his cock. "This though—is anything but scrawny. Mind if I show it off a little?"
"I guess not."
"Ladies and gentleman," she announced loudly, "behold The-Boy-Who-Lived."
Harry blushed as most of the room turned to see him standing there with his hard cock on display. There was some laughter and a few catcalls. He couldn't resist smiling when he heard Parvati mutter 'Merlin!' from nearby. He knew he wasn't that big, but from what he had seen he was one of the bigger boys there.
Angelina whispered in his ear again. "Allow me to thank my seeker for his devotion to the team."
She dropped to her knees.
He watched in breathless anticipation as she kissed the tip of his cock and then rubbed it along her nose and cheeks, as if marking herself with it. She delivered tender kisses along the shaft, squeezing and stroking him in a way that made him feel worshipped. He heard a giggle and looked up to see a handful of faces, paused in their own activities to watch. Fred Weasley gave him a conspicuous thumbs-up, and he tried to pretend that this situation was perfectly normal.
Angelina looked into his eyes as her pink tongue darted out and licked a circle around his swollen head. She drew it into her mouth and suckled. Her efforts made short work of him. She had only just begun stroking him in earnest when he felt his release build.
"I'm—I'm gonna cum, Angelina," he said, embarrassed at how little time it took.
She chuckled and took half his length in her mouth, then gently tickled his balls. That was all it took. He panted and spurted into her mouth while her hand massaged him. He closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling as she suctioned and swallowed everything he had to give.
When he was finished, she kissed the tip of his cock and stood. She wiped some of his cum from the side of her mouth and then dabbed it on the tip of his nose. "Merlin, Harry, that was quite a load."
"Sorry."
"You need to stop apologizing when you get complimented. We'll cure you of that. Now it's my turn."
He watched as she unashamedly stripped nude, tossing her clothes in a pile by a loveseat. She sat down on it and spread her legs in invitation.
She indulged him as he examined her body. Her skin was dark and supple, reflecting the candlelight in the room. Her legs were long and muscular, especially her thighs, which looked made for squeezing a broom. Her abs were more defined than his. Even her breasts were fit, sitting high on her chest with small, dusky nipples that begged for attention.
"Merlin, Angelina," he breathed.
She smirked at the look on his face and beckoned him forward. "Thanks, Harry. I hear Katie taught you some skills. Feel like showing them off?"
He went to his knees, growing hard again just from the sight of her. She spread her legs wider, giving him an open view of everything she had to offer. Her pussy was as dark and alluring as the rest of her, completely bare, with prominent lips and a thickly-hooded clit. She teased it a little, opening up her lips for him. He swallowed at the flash of glistening pink.
Harry reached forward and rubbed a finger along her clit, impressed with how firm it was. He gently spread her lips and teased them with a finger. It came away wet with her arousal. It just didn't seem real that she was offering herself to him like this.
She watched him, amused at his fascination.
"Harry, you're adorable."
"Why?"
"I can just tell. You're one of the sensual types."
"What does that mean?"
"You get a feel for everyone's kinks after a while; what they like and what they don't. You like to watch and keep things slow, don't you? Savor every little moment?"
"Yeah," he said, not sure if he should be embarrassed or not.
"Nothing wrong with that. I like a bit of slow and gentle myself sometimes. I also like to get bent over and pounded in front of everyone."
"Er, good to know. I'll watch you anytime you want."
"I know you will. You've been doing it for years. But now you get to participate, and I want to feel your tongue. You can stare at my pussy for hours later if you want."
He smiled and obliged her, trying to ignore how surreal the moment felt. She gripped the back of his head as he leaned forward to inhale her scent and tickle her clit with his tongue. She was muskier than Katie, a bit earthier, but he liked it. He licked little circles around her clit and pressed two fingers deep inside her, spreading her pink walls.
She sighed and leaned back into the seat, putting both hands behind his head. He ran his tongue along both lips, coating it with her juices, and returned his attention to her clit. It stood out proudly, and he could easily suckle it in his mouth. He had to resist looking at her face to watch her reaction.
"That's it, Harry. Right there."
He slipped a third finger into her and she moaned. He twisted them gently and her hips writhed. It felt as if he were in control of her body, and he loved it. She moved her hands from his head to her breasts, teasing her dark nipples between her fingers.
He gave a firm stroke to her upper walls and she bucked her hips against his face. His tongue pressed down hard on her clit and he felt her body tense.
"Yeah, just like that."
He pressed inside her as far as he could with his fingers. Impossibly soft flesh surrounded him and he rubbed it as firmly as her tightness would allow.
"Oh, fuck yes," she moaned, her back arching off the seat.
He looked up, enthralled by what he was doing to her, and realized they had an audience. Parvati Patil was sitting next to Angie and watching what he did to her. She smiled shyly at Harry when he noticed her and then motioned for him to get on with it.
He pulled her whole clit into his mouth in a lingering kiss, suctioning and caressing as his fingers twisted within her. She moaned loudly and grabbed his head, pulling his face deep into her wetness.
"Don't stop," she begged, her toes literally curling around his ears.
She panted roughly as orgasm tore through her. Her face morphed into ecstasy and he wished he could make her look like that forever. When she was finally spent, she breathed deeply and relaxed against the seat.
She opened her eyes and smirked. "That's the second snitch you've caught with your mouth."
He laughed and licked her juices from his lips. "It is. This one tasted much better though."
Parvati gave them some light applause. "That was impressive."
"Looks like Harry's got some skills," Angelina agreed. "Waiting on your turn, Parvati?"
"If Harry's interested," she said, glancing down at his cock, which was rock hard again. "I don't want to interrupt."
"He's all yours, sweetheart."
Harry certainly had no objection. He took one last look at Angelina's soaked pussy before Parvati grabbed his hand and they stood together.
"Er, can we go to a bed?" she asked, suddenly more anxious than usual.
"We can go wherever you want," he said, his libido raging again after what he had done to Angelina. He couldn't wait to feel Parvati's touch. This was already the best night of his life, and it had only just begun.
"There's one free over there."
They weaved around several naked couples as she led him to a bed in the corner of the room. She settled on one side of it, leaving the drapes open, and patted the other. He lay down next to her a bit apprehensively. Being with Angelina was one thing, but he saw Parvati every day in classes, and she was very popular among their peers. He didn't want to do anything that would make things awkward with her.
"I can't believe you're here, Harry," she said with a nervous giggle. "I never thought I'd see you in the Pride."
"I can barely believe I am either. I'm still shocked this place exists."
"Well, I'm glad you are," she said. "We need more guys, especially ones who like to use their tongues."
She ran a finger down his chest and a slightly awkward silence descended. He found it difficult to make small talk when there was a naked girl lying next to him.
"So, er, you've been a member all year?" he asked.
"Yeah, since September. We heard a rumor about something like this existing, and Lavender made it clear to Angelina that we wanted in."
"And you like it?" he asked, trying to feel his way forward. He wasn't sure if it was okay to touch her or ogle her body.
"I was pretty nervous at first, but it's grown on me. Lavender loves it," she said, her gaze seeking out her friend across the room.
Harry followed it. Lavender had moved on to Dean Thomas. She was riding him on a couch, facing away from them, her arms slung around his neck. Perspiration shined on her back. His thick cock was sliding in and out of her, glistening with lubrication. Lavender panted loudly every time he filled her.
"He's enormous, isn't he?" she said.
"Er, yeah." He wasn't quite comfortable commenting on another guy's equipment, even if Dean's was exceptional.
"Not that there's anything wrong with yours," she said with giggle and a glance at his cock. "I just mean—Merlin, look at that. He's too big for me. Lavender loves riding him though."
"It looks like it."
"She gets a lot of attention here. I would too if I had boobs like that."
He could tell she was fishing for compliments. Any girl would feel insecure standing next to Lavender. But it gave him the opportunity to look at her naked body, and he took it. A lingering glimpse revealed creamy, caramel skin, a little tuft of black hair between her legs, and ample breasts with dark nipples.
"Your boobs are fantastic, Parvati," he said sincerely. "So is the rest of you."
"Thank you, and you can play with them all you like," she said with a smile.
He took that as the invitation it was. He leaned over and planted a kiss on one of her nipples, taking the whole thing in his mouth. He pulled away and rubbed his palm across it gently. It was long and hard and made him want to suckle it.
She pulled him into a slow, lusty kiss. Parvati wasn't nearly as bold as Angelina and he found that reassuring. He slid his hand down her flanks, and she sighed into his mouth. She opened a leg for him and he filled his hand with the softness of her pubic hair. It was neatly trimmed on the sides, but he liked the fact that it was so full. His hand slipped lower to cup her pussy. She was already soaking wet.
She pulled away from their kiss to look into his eyes. "I want to ride you like Lavender's riding Dean."
"I can't wait."
He slid underneath her. She climbed on top of him eagerly and wasted no time in grabbing his cock and rubbing it against her wet lips. She lined him up and wriggled until he slipped inside her. She was even tighter than Katie and so unbelievably warm.
Parvati smiled and closed her eyes as she sank down on his entire length. "Oh, Merlin, you're perfect."
He almost laughed, not able to imagine anything more perfect than the feeling of being buried inside her. He decided not to tell her that she was only the second person he had slept with.
"I like to go slow, if that's okay," she said a little self-consciously. "I don't like it rough."
"We can do this all bloody night if you want. You have no idea how good you feel."
She smiled gratefully and began writhing her hips on top of him, barely letting any of his length escape. Her clit pressed into him as she moved. She leaned forward and put her hands on his chest, and he took the opportunity to fondle her breasts from below.
They were softer than Katie's and Angelina's and not as firm, but no less attractive. It made them easier to hold. He squeezed them with his hands, delighting in the sensation of her nipples pressing into him.
"God, that feels good. Keep doing that."
Harry obliged her as she ground her hips on him, undulating back and forth with his whole length buried inside her. She never released more than an inch at a time, but still he felt as if she were massaging his cock.
His hands moved to her ass and he kneaded it as firmly as he had her breasts. Her cheeks were fleshy and firm, and he had the strange urge to smack them. He settled for admiring their curves and pulling her gently forward every time she pressed into him.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from her beautiful face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, aware of nothing but the bliss he was providing her. She made a little whimpering noise every time she thrust her pubic bone into him, and it was all he could do not to thrust into her harder.
It was her little noises that overwhelmed his control. They were just too much. With her in control of the rhythm and gripping him so tightly, he had no chance.
"I can't last much longer, Parvati."
"That's okay," she said, rocking her hips faster. "I want to feel it."
Harry squeezed her ass firmly and thrust into her. He could feel his cock press against the deepest part of her. That familiar feeling of ecstasy built and then finally erupted. He groaned as he burst over and over inside her, each spurt soaking her and then sliding down his cock, warm and wet and mingling with her fluids.
She grinned at him and continued grinding her hips. "I could feel that."
"That was incredible," he sighed. "You, er, didn't finish, did you?"
"No, it takes me a while," she said sheepishly.
"No worries. Just tell me how I can help."
He slammed down on his urge to apologize, heeding Angelina's words. He knew he had lasted longer with Parvati than he had with Katie.
Her grin slowly grew. "Will you finish me off with your tongue?"
"Of course."
He expected her to roll off him onto her back. Instead she lifted herself off his cock and scooted forward, standing on her knees. His cum trickled out of her in a stream, coating his chest, but she kept moving until her pussy was inches from his face. His release dripped onto his neck.
She giggled. "You should see your face. You look like an owl. Is this okay?"
"Er, sure."
She scooted forward until her pussy was level with his nose. He could inhale her scent and see her dark lips glistening from up close. She settled herself above him and slowly lowered herself onto his mouth.
"Make me cum, Harry," she whispered.
She ran both hands through his hair and pulled his face forward. He mashed his tongue against her clit and she gently thrust her hips into it, almost riding it. He could taste his own release on her. He reached around her and grabbed her ass with both hands, kneading it roughly.
"Oh fuck. Almost there."
Her breath came faster and he squeezed harder. His tongue massaged her clit every time she moved. Finally she shuddered and sat down fully on his face, dropping her weight on his chin. Her legs quivered and she panted, totally lost in the moment.
When she was finished, she collapsed on the bed next to him.
"Merlin. Thank you."
"Any time," he replied, his face coated liberally with her juices.
"Sorry it took me so long. I don't—"
"Don't apologize," he said, channeling Angelina. "I like going slow, and I didn't exactly last an eternity."
She giggled and sat up. "We'll both get better with practice."
"I hope so."
He sat up next to her and they both looked out at the action occurring elsewhere. The room had grown darker. They scooted to the edge of the bed to get a better view. Seven or eight people were still in the center of the room, and amorous noises were coming from two of the beds.
Amazingly, Lavender was still riding Dean. She was bouncing on top of him now, so wet that every penetration was audible. Her ass slapped his thighs every time she descended, somehow taking every inch of him. Dean had grabbed her by the waist and was pulling her toward him every time he drove into her. Her moans filled the entire room, but no one else seemed to notice.
Angelina was bent over the edge of a table. One of the Weasley twins fucked her vigorously from behind. The other was watching and stroking himself, apparently waiting his turn. Dane Murphy had his head buried between the legs of Molly Beckwith, who was staring at the ceiling in bliss, her huge breasts heaving.
Harry looked at the bed nearest theirs and saw Katie Bell on her back, her legs pinned behind her ears. Cormac McLaggen was driving into her and grunting. Both seemed to be enjoying themselves, if her little squeaks were any indication. He made a note to himself to try to force those sounds out of her the next time he was with her.
He glanced at Parvati. She too seemed enthralled by the casual lust on display. He didn't quite know what to say now. He had never imagined conversing with her after sex.
"Is it always like this?" he asked, gesturing at the room.
"No. It's dead most nights, unless you plan to meet someone. Sometimes Lavender pokes her head in before bed to see who's here. Angelina's in here all the time, I think."
"That she is," said a new voice. "She's the Queen Whore of Gryffindor, although I like to think I'm a close second."
Harry looked up to see Josephine 'Call me Jo' Hampson standing nearby. She walked closer and leaned against one of the bed posts, totally nude. She had her arms crossed beneath her breasts, and didn't seem to mind his eyes raking over her body.
She had muscular calves and short legs, but was very fit. Between her legs was a thin stripe of brown hair that matched the thick mane on her head. She was shaved bare underneath, and he could see her lips in the gap between her legs. The inside of her thighs was streaked with her own arousal and what could only be dried cum. She had clearly been busy this evening.
She smirked as he took in her appearance. She wasn't exactly pretty, but she certainly wasn't ugly; her face and nose were long but not narrow, and she had bright, brown eyes and an almost olive complexion. Her hair was pulled up in a disheveled, sweaty bun.
"So is this a private party or can anyone join?" she asked.
Parvati laughed. "Our party's done. We're just talking. You can borrow Harry if that's what you want."
Jo smiled at him, revealing very white teeth with a little gap in the center. "What do you say, Potter? Fancy a go?"
"Er, sure."
She reached out a hand and he let her pull him up. Harry gave Parvati a bemused smile as Jo led him toward the center of the room, right next to where Dean was busy plundering Lavender.
"Out here alright? I like open spaces," she said casually.
"That's fine."
He wasn't sure if he should sit or not, but she didn't let him. She turned around and he nearly bumped into her. She looked down at his cock, which wasn't fully hard. She cupped his balls with one hand, filling her hand with them, and caressed his cock with the other.
"I didn't expect to see you here," she said, staring up at him. It was as if they were talking about the weather and she didn't have his cock in her hands.
"That's what everyone has been saying."
"Well, I'm glad you showed up. This is the first time we've talked, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I think so," he breathed. She was deftly manipulating him with her hands, slowly returning him to full arousal.
"It'll be the first time we fuck too," she grinned. She looked down at his now erect cock. "You've got a nice one. Floor okay? It's comfy."
He laughed, a little stunned at her nonchalance. "Wherever you want."
To his surprise, she got down on her knees and bared her ass to him. She shook it playfully, showing off a pair of little pink lips and a wet entrance that had a little pool of cum still leaking out its center. Apparently she had just finished with someone else.
He stared for a moment, then shrugged internally. It was a night for new experiences, and if tonight was anything to go by, it was just something to get used to. He had already seen Angelina with several different guys, and he suspected that quite a few of the girls had multiple partners.
Jo looked back at him from the floor. "Come on, Potter. You're my last cock of the night. Let me have it."
He snorted and got on his knees. Hampson apparently wasn't shy about saying what she wanted. The floor was surprisingly comfortable. Cushioning charms must have been at work, because it felt like he was kneeling on a plush couch.
She waited patiently as he lined himself up with her. He hadn't actually experienced this position before. When he found the proper angle, he pushed forward and slid in easily. She was hot and already slick with lubrication.
She sighed and pushed back so that he filled her completely. "Thank Merlin for big cocks," she said dreamily. "Give it to me hard, Boy-Who-Lived."
Harry gripped her by the ass and began moving slowly in and out of her. He could already tell he loved this position. He could see everything that was happening below him. He stared as her pussy seemed to swallow his entire length, only to release it again.
She pushed back hard when he penetrated her, trying to pull in every last inch of him. Their thrusts grew more forceful, until he spilled out of her when she pulled away him. When it happened a second time, he realized they couldn't both go at it with abandon.
Hampson reached behind without even looking and pulled him straight back inside her. "I've got it," she said. "Just hold still."
He had no problem with that. He could simply watch and let her do the work.
She began throwing herself against him, bouncing hard off his hips. It was rough and animalistic, and he had to resist the urge to grab her ass and thrust even harder.
He watched every penetration. His cock looked huge from this angle, he had to admit. His girth spread her glistening lips wide. They gripped him tightly, and every time she pulled away they clung to him, not wanting to let him go. He felt like he was turning her inside out, but she clearly enjoyed it.
She moaned every time he filled her. Between her moans, their smacking flesh, and the little wet sounds of her pussy, they were making quite a lot of noise.
"Oh, fuck, Potter. Keep going."
He wasn't doing much more than letting her fuck him, but he certainly wasn't going to stop. He was so focused on watching her bounce off his hips and swallow his cock in her depths that he hadn't realized they had acquired an audience. Lavender and Dean were smiling at the pair of them, seated only feet away.
Lavender giggled. "Go, Harry!"
"Fuck, yeah," Hampson agreed, her panting becoming heavier. "Go, Harry."
She reached between her legs to fondle herself, and Lavender giggled again.
"See you around," she said, winking at him and gingerly standing up. "Maybe tomorrow night, yeah?"
"Yeah," he said, trying not to take his attention away from Jo.
Dean gave him a little nod of the head and they both headed elsewhere.
Hampson's pace became frantic as she approached orgasm. She rubbed herself vigorously, muttering 'fuck, fuck, fuck' under her breath.
Her pace slowed all at once. She slid slowly along his length and whimpered, her walls clenching around him. He hadn't felt close to an orgasm of his own, but her little noises were enough to send him hurtling over the edge. He grabbed her arse and thrust into her as far as he could go. She moaned her appreciation as he grunted and spent himself within her. His head was swimming as he finished.
"Merlin," she said, and then collapsed onto the floor in a heap. She rolled onto her back and stared glassy-eyed at the ceiling while his cum leaked out of her.
He almost wanted to take a picture of the sight. Hampson might as well have been a stranger to him before now, but the fact that he could reduce her to this made him feel a kind of pride he'd never experienced.
She sighed contentedly and smiled up at him. "I already love your cock, Potter."
He laughed. "Thank you."
"No, seriously," she said, wiping a sweaty tendril of hair from her neck. "I like to get railed at least once a day, and good pricks are in short supply. I'm sure you're busy, but I'll meet up whenever you want."
"Okay," he said with a smile, unable to believe how much his life was changing right before his eyes.
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Harry looked at his watch as he recovered from his tryst with Jo. He had been there for almost two hours. Where had the time gone? He hadn't expected to stay the whole evening.
He wondered if Hermione were studying in the common room, looking up spells that might soon save his life. His anxiety returned at the thought. He had been so lost in the joys of the evening that he almost forgot the conversation he needed to have with Angelina.
Looking around, he discovered her still bent over the table she had shared with the twins. Only now it was Lee Jordan grunting behind her. Both were slick with sweat and seemed to exist in a world of their own. His ass flexed every time he penetrated her with a long, slow thrust. He was panting and she gave out one long continuous moan as she gripped the edges of the table.
Harry just watched in wonder. He was already lost to this place, and he knew it. Even when the sex here was impersonal and obscene, there was a weird intimacy to it. He knew he would grow to love it. He had half-hoped for a bad experience, knowing that if he didn't come back it would greatly simplify the situation with Hermione. There was no chance of that now.
Lee bent double over Angelina's back and gave a few last desperate thrusts. Both stilled, panting, their bodies resting against each other. Lee finally summoned the energy to pull away, and Angelina pushed herself from the table. They turned to find Harry watching them.
Lee chuckled and raised his hand, then gave him a high-five. "Welcome to the club, mate. She's all yours now."
Harry laughed and shook his head.
Angelina smiled at him, her skin glowing, and wiped some sweat from her brow. "I'm a little tired now, Harry. We might need to take a rain check."
"That's okay, I'm tired too."
She grabbed a little hand towel from the table. He watched as she casually mopped up some of the sweat and other fluids from her body. "Everything go well?" she asked. "You looked pretty popular."
"Yeah, I guess I was. Not as popular as you though."
She lifted her chin in mock pride. "I shagged half the guys in here, not counting you. Want to meet up tomorrow night and correct the oversight?"
He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Sure, but there's something I need to talk to you about first."
"What's that?"
"Hermione."
She sighed. "Fuck. I was worried you were going to say that."
"It will be a problem if I keep coming here without telling her why. Can we talk about it?"
"Yeah, but not right now. I'm exhausted, and you need to come up with some damn good reasons. We'll talk in the locker room after practice tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll be ready."
"You better be."