Tonks whistled as she inspected the room. It was identical to the set-up they had used for their training with Cedric. "This is one hell of a place. I don't remember it being here in my day."
"It's a special room," Harry said. "It can turn into anything you want, but keep that to yourself. We don't want the secret getting out."
"I've never met a room that could morph. That's usually limited to people."
"Are there are a lot of metamorphs?" Hermione asked curiously. "I'd never heard of one until we met you."
"Nah, we're pretty rare. I'm the only one in Britain as far as I know. Not many people know how much I can do, so keep it on the down low."
"We won't tell anyone."
Tonks morphed into Albus Dumbledore. "Then I shall keep your fabulous room a secret," she intoned gravely. "And I shan't tell anyone what else you use it for, naughty Gryffindors."
Hermione huffed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
She shifted back to herself and laughed. "I haven't forgotten that little conversation I overheard this summer. Or the sounds coming from Harry's room. Sirius told me point blank you were sleeping in the same bed. Bit hard to manage that at Hogwarts, isn't it?"
Hermione decided it was silly to be embarrassed. She didn't want everyone to know she was sleeping with Harry, but Tonks seemed trustworthy. "You never know. Gryffindors are pretty resourceful."
"Oh, I'm aware of it. I used to date one."
"Who?"
"Charlie Weasley. 'Course, he liked dragons more than he liked me."
"Small world," Harry said. "We sent a baby dragon to Charlie in our first year."
"Oh, Merlin. I don't wanna know."
"You probably don't," Hermione agreed. "I think it was illegal. What House were you in?"
"I'm a Puff, tried and true. Need to go visit Sprout on my way out."
Harry sighed melodramatically. "Not another one. We just got rid of the last one."
"I hope you don't mean the Puff that saved your ass in the graveyard."
"I'd have pegged you for more of a Gryffindor," Hermione said.
"Why? Because I'm not a wallflower? Puffs aren't pushovers. We just close ranks and support each other more than the other Houses do."
"I can vouch for that," he said. "Most of Hufflepuff hated me when they thought I was upstaging Cedric. Pretty sure some of them still do."
"They'll get over it. There are sheep in every house."
Tonks cast a spell at a dummy, nearly knocking one of its arms off, and watched as it regenerated.
"What are we going to be learning?" Harry asked. "The Headmaster didn't really say."
"Well, we've only got Sunday afternoons together. It won't be theory. Sirius told me you want to know how to fight. I just finished my training a few months ago, so we'll concentrate on Auror basics, like staying alive when you're under attack. I've never done this before, so we'll play it by ear."
"Sounds great. Professor Diggle seems nice enough, but he's older than dirt."
"Yeah, you can't win many duels with ear trumpets."
"Is there a syllabus?" Hermione asked.
"Er, no. I won't be handing out grades. But I'll make you a list of things to practice when I'm not around. Today I need to get a feel for what you know, so I plan to knock you both around a bit. Don't worry—no dark spells or anything that isn't easily fixed."
Harry drew his wand eagerly. He couldn't wait to test his skills against an actual Auror, even if she was inexperienced. Hermione was less enthusiastic about the idea. She had trouble with Harry and Cedric in a duel. Tonks would probably crush her.
"Thanks for doing this," he said. "You're a lifesaver."
"You're welcome. Sirius is paying me to work on my day off, so thank him too."
"I will. It's nice to have rich family, isn't it?"
"Hell yes, it is. I wish he'd been around when I was growing up. I'd have milked him dry every Christmas. Let's clear a space in the center. I'll take you one at a time, and then maybe you can team up on me. I want to see how much you two can handle."
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An hour later, all three were sitting at a table the room provided, discussing Tonks' appraisal of them.
Harry was mostly pleased with his performance. He could last several minutes against her when they stuck to basic, power-based spells. Even though he was rusty from the summer, he felt stronger than he had during the tournament. Getting rid of his unwanted passenger seemed to have made it easier for him to cast spells without tiring.
That didn't matter when the fight got more complicated. When Tonks introduced unfamiliar spells, transfiguration, and other distractions, she stomped him. He clearly had a lot more to learn, which was oddly comforting.
Hermione was far less pleased with her showing. She had expected Tonks to beat up on her, but she hadn't expected Harry to be quite so far ahead of her in terms of power and skill. She hadn't managed to land a single spell on their new teacher, and could only hold her off for thirty seconds.
Tonks could sense her disappointment. "Don't worry about it, Hermione. You're plenty strong for a fifth year. You've got great technique."
"Not compared to Harry," she grumbled.
"Yeah, but Harry's some kind of weirdo. Not many people fight Dark Lords in their spare time."
He snorted. "You can have the job any time you want it."
"No thanks. I'll stick to petty criminals and Death Eaters. You can have the big fish."
"Have you had any luck finding Crouch or the snake?" he asked.
"I'm not really part of that search. Not directly, at least. Madam Bones has me hanging out in some shady places, but I haven't heard a peep about Death Eater activity. They don't seem to be recruiting, and none of the known ones are acting weird, so I guess that's a good thing."
"Dammit. I want to find them before it's too late to stop him from coming back. Are the Aurors still searching the country?"
"They are, but they don't know where to look, and Bonesy can't put too many people on it. Fudge doesn't like it. She's only getting away with it because Crouch killed people in the Ministry. He wants justice too—he just doesn't like hearing the word Death Eater, let alone Voldemort."
"Coward," Harry muttered.
"Cheer up. We've got good people working on it. The bad guys have gone to ground somewhere. Just gotta wait for them to stick their heads up."
"You think they're hiding under a fidelius?" Hermione asked.
"I doubt it. That spell requires you to have total trust in another person. You can't be your own secret keeper, and I doubt Voldemort feels that way about anyone."
"Let's just hope snakes can't be secret keepers," Harry said.
Tonks laughed and stood up. "Alright, kids, I'm starving. Good show today. I'll bring a list of things for you to work on next Sunday. Your homework is to read up on the levitation charm. You need to be able to make things hover around you without a second thought. Never know when you might need an extra shield or something to banish."
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Harry pulled his cloak tightly around him as the Head Girl walked by. There was less than six inches to spare between them. He had been lost in thought, and nearly plowed right into her when he turned a corner. Luckily, he had enough presence of mind to leap aside. She noticed nothing but a slight breeze, hopefully attributing it to a draft in the dungeon.
He was on his way to meet Tracey Davis. She had sent him a little note that morning, asking for a rendezvous. It had been signed with a little snake at the bottom. A snake whose head looked remarkably like a penis.
His anticipation had been building all day, and not just because he wanted to sleep with her again. He wanted some intelligence on what was happening in Slytherin.
The lack of progress in tracking Voldemort was frustrating. If they were right about his intention to perform another ritual on the winter solstice, the clock was ticking. Apparently, he still needed a human sacrifice. Harry was inaccessible to him at Hogwarts, and now Draco Malfoy was beyond his reach. Who would he choose instead? A different enemy? A Death Eater?
It wasn't even clear that he would be performing the same ritual, if he intended to use a horcrux for this one. Dumbledore suspected Voldemort was devising it himself.
He tried to put it out of his mind as he approached their door. There was no point in being distracted by dark thoughts when there was a horny girl in need of pleasing. He checked the map one last time. Make that two horny girls. A grin slowly spread, and he opened the door.
Tracey and Daphne were seated at desks, reading textbooks.
"Hello, ladies. Don't tell me you came here to do homework."
Tracey stood up to hug him. "Hell no. We wanted to make it look like we were revising if someone caught us."
Daphne merely nodded her head. "Potter."
"I can't even get a hug or a 'Harry' after what we've shared together?"
"I may be willing to sleep with you, but that doesn't mean I have to like you."
He laughed, knowing that she was just teasing him. They had been together three times last term, and each time she had loosened up a little more, but cold formality was still her comfort zone.
"Did you miss us?" Tracey asked, giving him the Slytherin version of puppy dog eyes.
"You know I did. I thought about writing you, but I didn't want to get hexed."
"I would have sliced your manhood off," Daphne said.
Tracey laughed. "No, you wouldn't. You're desperate for his manhood to make your womanhood all wet and squishy."
"Tracey!"
"Come on, Daph. We can trust him."
"You certainly can," he said. "This is the first time we're all meeting together. Dare I hope it's for the obvious reason?"
Daphne gave him a flat look. "I adore Tracey, Potter, but I have no desire to have sex with her."
"Well, damn. There goes that fantasy. Maybe it could be a Christmas gift?"
Tracey smirked. "We thought we'd schedule our play time together this year. We're all going to be busy. This will save time and give us a better alibi. Assuming you can handle two Slytherins on the same night."
"You'd be surprised what I can handle in a single night."
"Oh? Do tell."
"I'm afraid not. Luckily for you, I don't kiss and tell."
"Let us hope not," Daphne said. "You've told no one about us?"
"Not a soul, although Hermione knows about Tracey. I have a question for you both though. What's happening in Slytherin right now?"
"What do you mean?"
"He means Malfoy, I bet," Tracey said.
"That's exactly what I mean."
"It's a mess," she answered. "No one can believe he's gone. Supposedly he went to Durmstrang, but Zabini checked and he's not there either. Do you know something?"
"I might."
"Well?"
He smiled. "He's not in any school, and I wouldn't count on him coming back this year."
"Merlin! What happened? There are crazy rumors."
Harry considered his response. He couldn't share Voldemort's continued existence with them. He trusted them, but not like his other friends. They were still Slytherins, and they were surrounded by other Slytherins. So far, everyone who knew the truth about the graveyard was either a close ally or someone like Madam Bones.
"I really can't say," he said. "But there are bigger things happening than Malfoy's family issues. Have there been any rumors about Death Eater activity?"
"You mean apart from the ones who attacked you last year?"
"Yes."
"Nooo," Tracey said slowly. "Is that something we should be worried about?"
"Possibly. Be careful this year. I'd be grateful if you kept your ear to the ground for me. But don't put yourselves in danger."
Daphne observed him shrewdly, but said nothing.
"What's happening with Malfoy gone?" he asked.
Tracey shrugged. "Just jockeying for position at the moment. Parkinson is furious and suddenly has no allies. Cantwell thinks he's in charge as the seventh-year prefect, but he's butting heads with Nott, who seems to think he's the new Malfoy. He's even got Crabbe and Goyle following him around sometimes."
"Really?" Harry mused.
That might mean that Nott was aware of Voldemort's continued existence. His father was a Death Eater, after all. Then again, he might just be taking advantage of Malfoy's absence. If Voldemort wanted secrecy, there was no way Crabbe and Goyle knew the truth. Maybe they were only comfortable being the minions of the biggest Death Eater kid on the block.
"Nott's even adopted his mannerisms," added Daphne. "He never used to sneer and insult people so much."
"Tell him what he said to you, Daph."
"I can handle him myself, Tracey. He's a cockroach."
"What did he say?"
Daphne made a disgusted face. "He's under the impression that I would be a suitable partner for him. He cornered me after the opening feast and said he planned to talk to his parents about opening negotiations."
"What?!"
Tracey sneered. "He also said you were looking delectable and would make a fine prize for the House of Nott. I still say we should castrate him in his sleep."
"He wouldn't dare lay a finger on me."
"Is he serious about talking to your parents?"
"They wouldn't even entertain the possibility. The Notts are an old family, but they're not especially wealthy and they're known Death Eaters. My father would sooner marry me into the Flint family."
Harry still didn't understand how she could speak so casually about being sold by her family. Perhaps it had just become so ingrained in her thinking that it felt natural.
"Please keep me updated on Nott," he said. "He might be more dangerous than you think. I'll do something about him if I have to."
Daphne inclined her head. "If I need a Gryffindor to do something stupid, I shall inform you immediately."
"There's the Daphne I know and love."
Tracey decided it was time to shift directions. "Not that all this talking isn't fun, Potter, but we don't have all night. What do you say we get a bed in here and lock the door?"
"I'm back to Potter now?"
"You haven't fucked me in months. You've got to earn first-name rights again. Three earth-shattering orgasms ought to do it."
Daphne huffed at her. "Must you be so vulgar?"
"Must you be so stiff? You don't have a problem being vulgar when it's just the two of us."
"Yes, but there are more than two of us here."
Harry laughed. One day he was going to make Daphne Greengrass moan and swear like a veela in heat. He couldn't imagine what she would say if she saw what happened in the Pride.
"You're right," he said. "There are three of us. Is one of you going to monopolize me while the other watches?"
"Daphne does still have some things to learn."
"I will read while you two are occupied."
He snorted, assuming that was a joke, and called for Dobby. A moment later their usual bed was in the corner, and the room was sealed up tight.
"Well, who goes first?" he asked, already pulling off his clothes.
"I do," Tracey said. "We flipped a coin. You get the privilege of serving me first."
"Your humble servant shall do his utmost to satisfy your needs, Miss Davis."
She smirked and began disrobing. "It's good that Gryffindors know their proper place in the world."
Daphne settled herself primly in a chair on the opposite side of the room and took out a book, no longer even looking at them. He watched her for a moment. Did she really think she was going to read while in this room? That just wouldn't do. He winked at Tracey and walked over to Daphne, looming over her.
He gently pried the book out of her hands. "I'm afraid reading is against the rules of this establishment, Lady Greengrass. You must either participate or watch."
"Is that so?"
He leaned in closer and smiled. "Every. Single. Thrust. In fact, if you're going to watch, you have to be naked too. And pleasuring yourself. Don't you think that's fair, Tracey?"
"Very."
Daphne glared at her. "You must be joking."
"Come on, Daph! Live a little. I've seen you naked a thousand times."
"You haven't seen me doing that!"
"So? I've heard you. We share toys, for Merlin's sake."
Daphne turned her glare on Harry. "Potter, if you ever repeat—"
"Oh, for God's sake," he said. "You're like a broken record. Take your clothes off and let's have some fun. We're all friends here."
Tracey giggled at the awkward silence. Daphne narrowed her eyes at her but finally began unbuttoning her blouse. A blush creeped up her neck. Harry just watched her. When she was fully naked, she stood before him with a raised eyebrow.
"Do I still meet your expectations?"
He looked her over in appreciation. She was even more alluring than she had been last year. Her breasts were fuller, and the patch of blonde hair between her legs had been trimmed until it was barely visible.
"You know you're incredible."
"Thank you."
"And we're just teasing you. You're safe to let yourself go, Daphne."
"Feeling jealous over here," Tracey put in.
He smirked at her. "And you look incredible too. Shall we put on a show for her ladyship?"
"Let's."
Harry looked at the arrangement of the room and considered the options. He grabbed an empty chair and moved it right next to the bed. "There you go, milady. A front-row seat. Please join us."
"I can see you fine from right here."
"Yes, but we can't see you."
She stayed still just long enough to be petulant, then sat down in the appointed chair and crossed her legs.
Harry rolled his eyes and moved to the bed with Tracey. He kissed her neck softly, cradling and caressing her breasts while she stroked him to full arousal. It was thrilling to know that Daphne was watching his cock grow hard in her hand.
"I have an idea," he said.
"Does it involve a big Gryffindor cock ravishing me?"
"Yes, it does. But I propose we use a different position. You can ride me later if you want. But first I'm going to take you from behind, and we're both going to watch Miss Greengrass rub her lovely little clit. Isn't that right, Daphne?"
"No!"
"Yes!" Tracey yelled in response.
Daphne turned scarlet and her best friend laughed.
"Come on! As a favor to me? Please?"
She glared for a long moment before wilting. "Fine. Merlin, the things I do for you."
Harry smiled. Having them in the same room together revealed interesting things about their dynamic. It appeared that it was Tracey who usually got her way. Whether she was secretly in charge or just good at whining wasn't clear. But Daphne seemed to like it when she pushed her boundaries. He could tell she wasn't truly put out, no matter how indignant she sounded.
Tracey got on her hands and knees in bed, facing Daphne's chair. Harry went behind her to appreciate the view. Tracey's thick, wonderful ass was waiting for him to grab hold. Daphne was seated only feet away from them, her breasts on display and her nipples already hard. Her legs remained stubbornly crossed, but he was willing to be patient.
His thumb traced a line along Tracey's engorged lips, spreading them. She was still soft and fuzzy underneath. He loved the way her little bush parted to reveal an oasis of smooth, pink flesh. He teased her with his thumb, wriggling it around inside her, until she squirmed. Her depths were warm and slick, waiting to embrace his cock.
"She's still got her legs crossed, Tracey," he observed.
"I know. She's a shithead sometimes, much like you."
Daphne sighed and reluctantly opened her legs, revealing her pussy to them. At first, her outer lips remained puffy and closed. They slowly spread apart on their own, giving them both a view of glistening pink.
"Good girl," he said softly.
Harry rubbed the tip of his cock against Tracey's folds and eased himself into her. God, she was soaking wet. He slid in slowly, knowing he couldn't penetrate her fully in this position. She was one of the girls he couldn't pound. But he was in the mood for slow and easy anyway. He wanted to watch both of his Slytherins squirm.
He squeezed her ass cheeks and began thrusting in and out of her at a glacial pace.
She sighed contentedly. "Merlin, I missed this."
"Me too," he said, looking down to watch his cock fill her. She clamped down on him tightly every time he pushed in. His girth already shined with her arousal. "Do you think Daphne missed it too?"
"Mmhmm, I know she did. She's been gagging for it all week. Can't stop talking about your big Gryffindor cock."
"Tracey!"
They both laughed as Daphne's face turned red again. She was so fair it was impossible to conceal a blush.
"If she's really that horny, she should be spreading those pretty pink lips and teasing them for us. That's what she agreed to."
"Yes, she did. You might have to punish her later."
Daphne huffed one last time and gave up. She spread her legs wider and ran a finger along her clit. A drop of arousal seeped out of her pussy.
"Oh, she's so wet," he said, still slowly sliding in and out of Tracey. "She likes what she's seeing."
Tracey giggled. "Sure looks like it."
"I'm going to hex your nipples off, Tracey."
They both ignored her. "Do you think she knows how beautiful her pussy is? How much I can't wait to tease it and fill it and make it gush, just like I'm doing to yours?"
"I bet she does now."
"Have you ever touched it?"
"No."
"Do you want to?"
"Potter!" Daphne yelled.
"I'll stop teasing you the moment you start pleasuring yourself, milady."
She sighed and started rubbing little circles around her clit. Their eyes met and he winked. She glared in return, but when his gaze went lower, she began rubbing herself more vigorously, spreading the wetness from her lips all over her pussy and revealing just how aroused she was.
Harry couldn't look away. What an incredible moment this was. He could not have even fantasized about something like this a year ago. Now he was participating in it. No, he was controlling it. A threesome with two hot girls from Slytherin. Slytherins he could call friends. Who trusted him enough to put him in charge of not just their pleasure but their reputations.
He picked up his pace inside Tracey, suddenly aching with need. She moaned and reached between her legs to touch herself. Her face fell to the bed, no longer able to focus on Daphne when there was a hard cock sliding sensually through her most sensitive flesh.
"You are both so fucking hot," he said. "My little Slytherins."
They didn't disagree. Tracey just whimpered and grabbed the sheets as he plunged himself inside her with harder and deeper thrusts. Daphne met his eyes again. He tried to convey to her how much she could trust him with this part of herself, if only she let go.
He glanced down and saw that Daphne's lips were now bright pink and wide open. She slipped two fingers inside herself and then teased her clit, coating it with her arousal until it was slick. Her ample breasts were starting to heave with each breath.
Harry looked into her pale blue eyes. They stared at each other as Tracey writhed and began throwing herself back against him. He held still and let her control the penetrations. She was panting and rubbing herself furiously now. He waited patiently on her to lose control, knowing it would send him over the edge too.
"Faster," he said, but he was still looking at Daphne.
She blinked and rubbed herself harder.
"Good girl."
He squeezed Tracey's ass hard, and then smacked it as she threw herself against him. She squeezed him so deliciously with her muscles that it almost overwhelmed him. His balls drew tight in anticipation.
"Cum for me," he whispered.
He wasn't even sure who he was talking to, but they both listened. Tracey moaned and came all over his cock, gripping and releasing him as she slid along his length. It was more than he could take, and his cock pulsed in ecstasy, flooding her with thick bursts while he tried to keep his eyes open and focused on their voyeur.
Daphne's eyes remained locked on his, and he hadn't yet finished inside Tracey when she began panting. She rubbed her clit frantically, overcome by the lust she was witnessing. Her body went rigid and her beautiful face contorted in ecstasy, no longer able to maintain any decorum. It was another crack in her façade, and one of the hottest things he had ever seen.
Tracey pushed off him and lay down on the bed with a satisfied sigh. He immediately rose and went to Daphne. She had gone limp, and didn't protest at all when he lifted her right out of the chair and carried her to the bed. He laid her down next to her friend, and kissed her belly and her breasts before capturing her mouth in a lusty kiss.
She returned it hungrily and grabbed his slick, softening cock. He met Tracey's eyes without breaking their kiss. Hers twinkled with mischief. She had given him some useful knowledge about Daphne tonight. The pureblood heiress liked to protest and complain, but she also liked to be given orders. It turned her on to play the part of the unwilling innocent. But she wasn't unwilling—she wanted someone to take charge of her and remove the heavy load of propriety.
Between him and Tracey, he thought they just might succeed in coaxing off her mask. He winked at her and she laughed. The night was still young, and Tracey would no doubt enjoy watching her friend lose her mind.
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Hermione casually read the marginalia in her Potions textbook. That's where the most interesting information was. She had already read this chapter once, but a second look couldn't hurt.
She rarely studied in the Pride, but tonight she wasn't truly revising. She had finished all of her required reading, and was here to have a little fun later. There wasn't any hurry. Harry was busy with Tracey Davis, and she had already experienced an intense orgasm not two hours ago.
Cho had surprised her just as they left the Great Hall after dinner. She had felt a hand on her arm, heard a vague question about the patrol schedule, and then suddenly found herself in a dark classroom being groped by a giggling Ravenclaw witch.
'I've got a study group in ten minutes, and I'm horny. Get me off?'
What followed had been a brief but feverish session. Skirts were lifted and panties pushed to the side. Soft fingers rubbed and teased and stroked until both were panting.
Hermione breathed deeply of her fingers, inhaling Cho's scent, and then turned the page. Their Ravenclaw friend was apparently very keen on hers and Harry's attention this year. They would have to talk to Angelina about sneaking her in more frequently.
A loud moan filled the room and she looked up. The Pride was mostly empty, but there were two couples enjoying themselves. The moan had come from Angelina. She was on her back on a couch, her legs spread wide, as their newest member went down on her.
Gunnar Gustafson. What an interesting name. He had joined only two nights ago with his friend, and her fellow prefect, Latimer Sykes. Both were sixth-years. Gustafson was tall and powerfully built, standing at an impressive 6'4, making him by far the tallest member in the Pride. He wasn't very muscular, but he was bulky and could no doubt throw her around like a rag doll. He seemed amiable enough, and always had a smile on his face.
She didn't much care for Sykes so far. The boy was blonde-haired and handsome, but had an officious air about him. He was a pureblood of the old-school variety, like Martigan, and was currently in a bed with Alicia Spinnet.
Gunnar was working hard to please Angelina. He seemed to know what he was doing with his tongue. His cock hung between his legs, hard in anticipation. She was a little surprised at its size. It was average at best. That wasn't a bad thing—any cock was a good cock in her opinion. But apparently his great height didn't translate into a giant cock.
She grew wet from watching them. Perhaps he would have time for her later. She wouldn't mind being treated like a rag doll tonight. His bulk pressing her into the bed, making her unable to move—yes, that would do nicely.
With the addition of Gunnar and Latimer, they were up to five new members. Three boys and two girls. The numbers might even out if she could bring Fay Dunbar into their midst.
Hermione had already begun partnering with Fay in class whenever she could, and making more small talk in the dorms. She had been surprised to discover that Fay was a half-blood who lived in the muggle world. Her entire family was from Ipswich, and she spent her summers as a lifeguard.
She felt a little guilty for not attempting to learn more about her roommate earlier. Fay wasn't with Sally-Anne as much this year, and could often be found alone in the common room or library. Bringing her into the Pride might help her gain more friends.
Of course, her original reason for taking an interest in Fay wasn't altruistic. She could acknowledge that. But it was more than that now. She was curious about her, and actively trying to discover a way to broach more personal subjects.
Her more immediate goal had become clear after their training session with Tonks. She wasn't quite brave enough to ask the metamorph about her ability to turn into men. Maybe when they knew each other better. But Tonks' abilities had lit a spark that her imagination was fanning into a flame.
She knew how to use Harry's stash of Polyjuice potion now, outside of however they would use it in the Pride. She just had to talk him into it.
Angelina moaned again. Gunnar was fucking her on the floor now, covering her with his bulk. He drove into her hard, panting with exertion, and she could see the precise moment he came. His ass flexed hard, again and again, in time with the cum he spilled inside her. She was definitely going to have to experience that soon.
A throat cleared, and she looked up to see Ginny Weasley standing nearby, watching her. She hadn't even noticed the younger girl come down the stairs.
"Hey, Hermione. Got a minute?"
"Sure," she said, and put aside her textbook. "How are you doing?"
Ginny sat down next to her, her eyes drifting furtively to Angelina and Gunnar. Angelina was licking his softening cock, cleaning him of the results of their tryst. Hermione smiled at the blush that crept up her face.
The youngest Weasley was still adjusting to the strange dynamics of the Pride. She hadn't slept with anyone in public, but had visited the beds privately. The twins seemed to be accepting of her presence, but Hermione felt it would be awkward to ask about it.
"Er, I'm good," she answered, tearing her eyes away from the pair. "I didn't realize you could study in here."
"You can do anything you want in here."
"I'm starting to realize that. I have a question for you. I need advice about my roommate."
"Demelza?"
"Yeah. I feel like I'll be lying to her if I don't tell her about this place. I'm pretty sure she could handle the, er, tamer stuff, but I don't know how to bring it up."
"It's difficult without a contract."
"That's the problem. I know she's not a prude, but it's hard to feel her out without getting weird."
"Hmmm. I don't know her, so I may not be the best person to ask. Maybe you could just gossip with her about sex, or scandalous rumors you've heard. Parvati and Lavender used to do that all the time."
"We already do that."
"Does she have any experience?"
"Some. I don't want to spill her secrets, but I know she's still a virgin. Well, technically."
Hermione didn't understand what that meant, but let it go.
Ginny looked at her hopefully. "If it seems like she'd be open to it, would you give her the same talk you gave me? I'm afraid she'd think I was pranking her."
"Who?" said Angelina.
She approached the pair and loomed over them, still naked from her session with Gunnar. There was a long trail of cum dripping from between her legs, slowly making its way to the floor.
Ginny blinked at it. Angelina leaned down and scooped it up with her finger, then licked it clean.
"Merlin."
Angelina just smirked at her awed expression. Hermione enjoyed the look on her face too. Last year she would have been equally shocked.
"We're talking about her roommate, Demelza Robins."
"The quidditch girl?"
"I'm still feeling her out," Ginny said. "I think she would sign the contract, but I wouldn't know how to explain it all."
"That sounds like the perfect job for Hermione."
"Why?" Hermione asked curiously. "You're the Queen Bee, and the Quidditch captain too."
"Yes, but I won't be here next year. You need to be ready to fill my shoes."
"You can't be serious."
Angelina laughed. "Why not?"
"I just joined last year! I'm still figuring this place out myself!"
"So? I was in charge my sixth year. You're a leader. People respect you and look to you for advice."
"You have got to be joking."
"Who else is it going to be? Katie? Lavender? Parvati? Face it, Hermione. You and Harry are going to be in charge next year. You'll do fine."
"Oh, my God."
"You'll need to replenish the ranks too. You're losing me, Alicia, Jo, Molly, Fred, George, Lee, Julian, and the new guy, not to mention some people who rarely show."
Hermione was a little shocked at the long list. They were the heart of the regulars.
Angelina patted her cheek. "The Pride needs leaders who won't let it die. I'll make sure you're ready."
"You are good at organizing everything else," Ginny said slyly.
She huffed and tried to stop her thoughts from reeling out of control. "Oh, be quiet. Do you really want me to talk to Demelza?"
"Please. I can't do it."
"Alright. Feel her out this week and let me know how to approach her."
"See? Already handling things," said Angelina.
"You hush. I'm not signing up to lead the Pride unless you can convince me there's no other way. I'm not ready, and I've got a million other things to worry about."
"I'll hold your hand, just like I did last year. I'll step in with Demelza too if you botch it. But you won't. You're destined to be the next Queen Whore of Gryffindor, sweetheart."
Angelina strutted away, making her way to the bed occupied by Latimer Sykes and Alicia Spinnet. Ginny giggled at the look on her face.
"Not another word."
"Whatever you say, Queen Whore."
"Hmmph."
Queen Whore of Gryffindor. She couldn't repress a shiver at the words. Never mind the thought of running this place—it was the phrase 'queen whore' that resonated most. It certainly appealed to her vanity. And she was a whore, wasn't she? A secret whore. Everybody here knew it, and somehow it felt like that was a wondrous thing.
The two girls sat together in silence, watching the distant action on the bed, until a newcomer entered the room.
Neville Longbottom made his way down the boys' stairs. He walked gingerly, as if he were afraid that someone might see him and yell at him to get out. He glanced in their direction, but didn't make eye contact, instead making a bee-line for the refreshments table.
"Are you meeting him tonight?" Hermione asked.
"No, I came down here to find you."
"I've barely talked to him since he joined. Harry said he thinks I'm scary."
"Well, you can be a bit intimidating."
"Really?"
It was beyond strange to her that someone could find her intimidating. Outside of a classroom, at least. Growing up, she'd always felt like the least secure person she knew. Perhaps Neville just needed a little coaxing.
"Neville!" she called out, and beckoned him forward.
He hesitantly approached them. "Er, hello, Hermione. Ginny."
"Hi. Enjoying yourself so far?"
"Er, yeah," he said, not quite meeting her eyes.
His growth spurt and new muscles hadn't translated to new confidence, it seemed. She came up with a strategy on the spot, growing instantly wet at the idea.
"You haven't been avoiding me, have you?"
"N-no! I just thought—"
"That I wouldn't be interested?"
He shrugged.
She winked at Ginny. "Come here, Neville."
Hermione gently squeezed his crotch through his trousers. He almost stopped breathing, and she looked up at him and smiled. His cock grew hard right away, and she rubbed her palm along its length.
Angelina was right about her, she realized. It thrilled her to be in charge, and people expected it of her. More importantly, she wanted everyone to feel at home here. The Pride had transformed her into someone else entirely, and it felt good to introduce other people to its joys. Not to mention blow their minds.
She looked into his eyes as she massaged him. "Don't be shy, Neville. This is a special place. You belong here, and you get to be whoever you want. Do you know what I am when I'm in this room?"
"What?" he asked faintly.
Hermione savored the words in her mouth, tasting them, and made a rather dramatic pause. "A shameless whore," she said proudly.
With that simple statement, the last of her self-doubt fled. Neville's eyes went wide, and Merlin help her, but she loved revealing herself to him. It was one thing to joke about her desires among friends—it was another to proudly own them to someone like him.
She gripped him harder and began stroking him through his trousers. "I'll spread my legs for you anytime you want. I'm not hard to please, and all you have to do is ask. Would you like that?"
"Y-yeah."
"Good. I hear you have a nice cock. Can I see it?"
He nodded speechlessly, clearly unable to believe his ears. Ginny giggled as she unzipped him. She reached inside his trousers and wrestled him out. Neville Longtodger indeed. He wasn't as long as the twins. About Harry's size, perhaps, but not as girthy.
"Very impressive," she said, gently rubbing her palm along his swollen crown. It was already leaking precum, and twitched with every caress.
"Thank you."
Without another word, she lifted him to her mouth and suckled tenderly on his tip, swirling her tongue until he was panting. Her hand tugged on his shaft with the gentlest of grips. Merlin, this was fun. The two pairs of eyes riveted on her made her soaking wet.
Hermione pulled away and met his gaze again. "Did you know it's my birthday soon?"
"Is it?" he asked, his cock still pulsing in her hand.
"It is. I'm going to get fucked for hours that night. By every boy in the room. Over and over and over, until I can't take it anymore. They're going to cum all over me. On my face, on my body, in my pussy, in my ass. Wherever they want. I'll be covered in it and begging for more."
Neville whimpered and almost came from her words alone. Her own breathing sped up too. The ache between her legs was profound, and would need relief soon.
"Would you like to see that?"
"Yes," he said faintly.
"I thought you might. And afterwards, I'll still be the same Hermione you know. The one who's going to change the world with Harry. That's the magic of this place. Do you understand?"
"I think so."
"Will you fuck me on my birthday too, Neville?" she asked softly, looking at him through her eyelashes. "Will you cum inside me as much as I want?"
"Merlin, yes."
"Good boy. Go ahead and cum for me right now."
She stroked him firmly and pointed him at her face, closing her eyes. Three strokes later he gasped and burst against her nose, her eyes, and her cheeks, coating her face with warm cum. It dripped down her chin and onto her uniform. She licked it from her lips and tasted the evidence of her power over him.
She could only open one eye, but did so. Neville was staring at her face in awe. Ginny was gaping at her, and then burst out laughing. She smiled at both of them, knowing she had just conquered his fear of her. And that she was indeed able to lead the Pride.