To Harry's relief, things with Hermione weren't awkward the next day either. Nothing fundamental had shifted in their friendship. They still ate together, studied together, and spoke together casually. But their relationship had somehow deepened.
He almost felt like they were co-conspirators hiding an earth-shattering secret. Except the only conspiracy was the existence of a sex club; and, of course, the fact that they had slept together. He intended to do so again at the next available opportunity.
After classes were finished, they spent the day planning for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He had almost forgotten someone was attempting to kill him in the excitement of the last few days. They commandeered an empty room to discuss the various spells on Hermione's list. Things like stunning, banishing, and summoning were straightforward. They were already learning those spells in class, so it was a simple matter of practice.
He was wary of other spells on the list, including the disillusionment charm and the flame whip. Those would have to wait. It would be impossible to master such complex spells with the first task less than three weeks away.
Still, he was willing to try, spurred on by her enthusiasm and his desire to live through the year.
Harry mopped his brow as they finished up with their session. He had spent the last twenty minutes dodging spells from her wand and was now exhausted. She was in a similar state, having cast stinging spells at him constantly. Shielding charms were important, but so too was the ability to be somewhere else when something bad happened.
"Good enough for now, I think," he said, breathing hard.
"Yes, that was a decent start. I think I'm going to be sore tomorrow."
"You won't be the only one. Speaking of soreness…"
"Yes?"
"Are you okay? From last night?"
Hermione blushed, recalling the vigor of their activities in the alcove. "I'm fine. Still a bit sore, but it got better as the day went on."
"So you need a rest tonight?"
She raised an amused eyebrow. "Are you propositioning me, Harry Potter?"
He grinned. "Not if you don't want me to. I just figured, you know…"
"I'm teasing. But I do want to rest tonight. I'm tired, and my bits are still tender."
"It's no problem." It was strange talking to Hermione about her bits, but life had taken a turn for the surreal and he figured he might as well lean into it.
"You can just go to the club without me, you know," she said. "They might be expecting you."
"Nah, I'll just wait and go with you tomorrow. I'm exhausted too, and I don't want to get molested all night."
"Molested?"
"A few of the girls are very enthusiastic."
"I suppose I'll find out what it's like tomorrow," she said, her body shivering at the very thought. They had decided that her first visit to the Pride would be on a Wednesday night, as there was unlikely to be a big crowd. She didn't want the same sort of introduction that Harry had.
"I can't wait," he said with a smile. "Even if there's no one there, we'll still have the two of us."
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Hermione could barely control her nerves the next day. She'd gotten a good night's rest, the first in a few days, thanks to her exhaustion from training with Harry. Now she felt recharged, and having made the decision to join the Pride, she was both nervous and thrilled about what might happen later that night.
She forced herself to focus on work, spending every spare moment reading ahead in her classes. If she stopped to dwell on what was coming, she wouldn't accomplish anything. She and Harry studied in the library that afternoon, but neither spoke of the Pride on her orders. She didn't want it dominating their interactions.
After dinner that night, they walked slowly toward Gryffindor tower. The tension radiating from her was palpable.
"I'm starting to feel a little sick," she said. "Maybe I shouldn't have eaten."
"You'll be fine. It's just nerves. I feel that way before a match."
She glanced at him apprehensively. "Can we talk for a minute?"
"Sure."
She looked around the empty hallway and pulled him into a nearby classroom.
"I just want to be sure of a few things."
"Okay."
"I know we said this wouldn't change anything between us, but I'm still worried."
"About what?"
"Are you really okay with seeing me with other people?"
Harry frowned and tried to understand what she was asking. Did she think of them as a couple now? They were best friends, and confidants, and now lovers. But a couple? Given what they were about to do, he wasn't even certain what the word meant.
"I don't understand what you're asking," he said carefully. "Are you worried that I'll start acting like a jealous boyfriend?"
"Er, no, not exactly. I just mean—I don't want you to feel like I'm betraying you somehow, if I'm enjoying someone else's company."
"Enjoying someone else's—" Oh. Now he understood what she meant. She was worried that he would be jealous of any closeness that might develop between her and someone else. That it might alter the chemistry of their friendship.
They were a couple of sorts, he realized. Just not a traditional one. They were partners: in school; in life or death adventures; in crime when the situation required it. There was a very real bond there, and she was worried that it could be broken.
He smiled, trying to soothe the increasingly concerned look on her face. "Hermione, we promised to watch each other's backs in there, and that's what we'll do. Just like we do everywhere else. We're partners. That's not going to change if we make a few more friends."
She slowly returned his smile. "Okay. Partner."
"And if you're worried about me actually seeing you with someone else—honestly, I can't wait."
"Really?"
"Really. I, er, kind of have a thing about watching people. Angelina teases me about it."
"Oh."
She almost blurted out that her deepest fantasies involved being watched—of getting caught in the middle of some wanton act and exposed as a whore to those watching—but she chewed her lip and decided against it. That one was more than a bit personal.
"You won't feel weird about watching me?" he asked, watching her closely.
"I don't think so. I actually liked watching everyone from the alcove. I just want to make sure that no one makes a mess of things between us."
"They won't."
She smiled and he almost hugged her. This bizarre situation was actually making them speak candidly about their friendship. He couldn't imagine having this conversation with her a year ago.
"Well, that's that then," he said. "Anything else on your mind?"
She sighed and her smile disappeared. "Ron."
"I'm not in the mood to even think about Ron."
"I know, but—what happens when he comes back? What are we going to do?"
"Even if we mend fences, Angelina said he's not joining the Pride on her watch."
"She did?"
"Yeah, she called him a walking scene-causer. Can you imagine him there? Calmly watching you shag someone? Or me, if it was a girl he wanted?"
Hermione winced. "No. He'd cause a spectacle."
"Exactly."
"I keep thinking he'll apologize any day now, but it's been almost two weeks."
"He's still glaring daggers at me in the dorms, and he's got Seamus doing it too. Neville and Dean are staying out of it. I can't believe he would throw everything away over this stupid bloody tournament. How can he really believe I'd cheat?"
"He's always been a little jealous of you, Harry," she said gently. "With not making the team and now this—I'm sure he feels overlooked. Maybe this was just one time too many."
"Well, he needs to get over it. His attitude wouldn't fly in the Pride anyway. Can you imagine him walking in with a sandwich and yelling, 'Hey, which one of you barmy bints wants to suck me off?' Angelina would castrate him."
Hermione couldn't help but laugh at his spot-on impression, but her mirth quickly disappeared. Neither of them wanted to lose Ron, but between his behavior and the club, the gap between them was growing ever wider.
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," he said. "I'm not in a forgiving mood, and we shouldn't be worrying about him right now anyway. We're supposed to have fun tonight."
She nodded and looked apprehensively at the door. "We should probably get going."
"There's no hurry. I doubt anyone will be in there before nine, so we've got time to revise a bit if you want."
"I'm too nervous. I think I'll just go clean up."
Harry pulled some hair away from her face and stared into her eyes. He'd never noticed that they had little flecks of gold mixed in with the brown. "Everything will be fine. Trust me."
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Hermione's desire for a low-key introduction was not to be. After Harry had informed Angelina that she would be present that night—solely for the purpose of avoiding a big to-do—Angelina had told the twins, and then Lavender and Parvati. Who had then informed Dean. Soon most of the club knew that Gryffindor's resident bookworm would become part of The Lion's Pride.
Shortly after nine pm, Harry entered the club from the boys' side and walked up to the alcove. He was surprised to find Parvati and Lavender waiting on him alongside Hermione. Hermione looked at him anxiously.
"Hey, Harry!" Lavender squealed. "Can you believe this is happening? I can't wait."
He glanced at Hermione, who had closed her eyes at her roommate's words. "Er, I can't either. I didn't think you guys knew."
"Angelina told us," Parvati said with a smile. "I know Hermione doesn't want a scene, but I wouldn't miss this for the world. No offense, Hermione, but you're like the last person I would expect to join the Pride."
Hermione huffed and seemed to be at a loss for words.
"Go easy on her, okay?" he said. "Nobody's under pressure here."
Lavender rolled her eyes. "We're not going to pressure her. We'll keep Martigan and his lot away from her if that's what she wants."
"I'm right here, you know," Hermione said. "I'll be fine."
Parvati snickered. "We'll see."
The four walked to the edge of the overlook and looked down on the room below.
"Oh, Merlin," Hermione breathed.
There were at least fifteen people gathered below, possibly twenty. She had expected very few members to be there in the middle of the week. Half were already nude, but everyone seemed to be loitering near the center, waiting on her to appear.
"Word got out," Parvati said.
"No pressure though," Lavender added gleefully.
"It'll be fine," Hermione said weakly. "Gryffindor's dare, right?"
"That they do," Lavender agreed. "Let's go."
She and Parvati grabbed Hermione's hands and led her down the stairs. Harry followed them, hoping the evening wouldn't turn into a disaster. Hermione had surprised him with her willingness to join, but she might have second thoughts when confronted with the reality of it, especially if everyone was watching her.
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Her anticipation was so high she could barely feel her legs moving down the stairs. Her nerves had shot through the roof when she saw how many people had gathered. She had expected five or six, not twenty.
When their group of four entered the room, everyone looked in their direction. There were smiles and a few smirks, but thankfully nothing more. No one stood up to make a grand speech.
Angelina, stilled clothed in her uniform, approached them with a wicked smile. "Sorry, Hermione. Looks like interest is high tonight. Don't worry, though, no one will haze you."
Her stomach unclenched in relief, thankful that Angelina seemed to have warned her fellow club members to behave. With her heart racing and unsure what to do now, she followed her as she led them to the refreshments table.
"Don't usually condone drinking during the week," Angie said, "but it looks like you could use a little something."
She poured her a shot of firewhiskey. Hermione accepted it with shaking hands. Harry was shocked that she offered no objection to the alcohol. She swallowed it in one gulp, then patted her chest and almost gagged.
Parvati laughed. "You'll be glad you had it in a minute. I was almost trashed my first night here."
Angelina led them all to a big couch in the center of the room, weaving around small groups of people. Hermione sat down on it daintily, watching everyone around her. Angelina sat down on one side of her, and Harry on the other. Lavender immediately claimed his lap.
"Hi," she said with a bright smile, her face inches from his.
"Er, hi."
She played with his Gryffindor tie and pretended to be interested in it. "I never got a chance to spend some time with you the other night. Parvati's said some very good things."
"Thanks. I was a little busy that night."
"You'll be busy tonight too," she said, one handing already loosening his tie.
He glanced at Hermione, unsure if he should stay with her or move elsewhere. He didn't want to leave her alone here on her first night.
Angelina chuckled. "I've got her, Harry. Go ahead."
Hermione nodded at him. He gave her a little smile and turned to Lavender, who immediately captured his lips in a lusty, full-mouthed kiss. Her aggression caught him by surprise, but he quickly grew aroused as she played with his tongue and wriggled in his lap.
"We're wearing far too many clothes," she pulled away to say.
"Yeah," he agreed. She yanked off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, then stood and began undressing herself right there in front of everyone. Harry joined her self-consciously, shooting a glance at Hermione. She was sitting right next to him and watching.
Soon he and Lavender were both standing nude. She reached down and caressed his erection with an eager smile.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Er, how about over there?" he said, pointing to an unoccupied love seat near the fireplace. He didn't want to make Hermione any more uncomfortable than she already was. He made eye contact with her one last time as Lavender pulled him away.
Parvati claimed his seat. She and Angelina now flanked Hermione, all three of them still clad in their uniforms. She appreciated the show of support. It made her feel comfortable enough to watch what was happening around her. Clothes had come off everywhere, though most people remained in the public part of the room.
Malcolm Ogden sat directly across from them, nude and making out with an equally nude Josephine Hampson. She stroked his cock as they kissed. He was uncircumcised, Hermione noted, and she watched with fascination as Hampson tugged on him, pulling his foreskin back and forth across a very purple crown.
Dean Thomas also sat nearby, his mouth gently suckling on one of Molly Beckwith's enormous breasts. The girl's legs were spread wide, allowing him to rub a single finger along a pair of puffy, glistening lips.
Angelina waved her wand and the sconces on the wall dimmed and began flickering. Their light danced across the room, as if it were filled with two dozen tiny fireplaces. The scene now looked exactly like what Hermione imagined a brothel to be.
"We're pretty overdressed too, you know," Angie said casually. "You want some help with that, or do you just want to hang out? There's no rush."
Hermione took a deep breath. "No, I'll do it."
"Good girl."
She stood shakily and began removing her clothes, trying not to notice all the people shooting subtle glances at her. She could feel their eyes, and it turned her on more than she was willing to admit.
Angelina and Parvati casually removed their own uniforms. When all three were nude, Hermione sat back down, her legs closed, partly to mask how unbelievably wet she already was. She was certain she was creating a wet spot on the burgundy seat.
She glanced around, unsure what she was supposed to do now. People had paired off and were groping each other throughout the room. Lavender was mauling Harry, his cock already in her mouth. Both twins were focused on various parts of Alicia Spinnet, though she couldn't see them clearly. Dean was now on his knees in front of Molly, giving Hermione a clear view of his balls and the enormous cock that swung pendulously between his legs. Her head swam with the strangely casual intimacy of it all.
Parvati nudged her. "See? Nothing to it. Do you want us to leave you alone or do you want company?"
"Either is fine," she said, her heart pounding. "I don't want to put you out."
Angelina leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Since no one else seems willing to break the ice, mind if I give you a proper welcome?"
"N-no, go ahead."
She hadn't given much thought to being with another girl before, though she knew it might happen here. She had never been particularly attracted to girls. The idea didn't repulse her, though, and part of her was relieved that it would be Angelina who 'broke the ice' and not someone she didn't know.
She shivered as Gryffindor's quidditch captain trailed her hand along her collarbone and gently brushed a nipple with the back of her hand.
"Will you do me a favor?" Angelina said softly.
She nodded, not quite able to speak.
"Spread your legs. Show the whole room how brave you are. Let them stare at your wet little puss if they want to."
Hermione breathed in sharply at her words. Part of her was panicking. Another part was so excited it couldn't be put into words. Wasn't this exactly why she had decided to join? She closed her eyes and leaned back, scooting her ass forward in the seat, her legs almost shaking in anticipation and dread. Then she slowly spread them, wider and wider, until she was exposing herself to the entire room.
She forced herself to open her eyes. Her chest heaved as she looked around her. Angelina caressed her breast and followed her gaze. Some people were too busy with their own activities to care. Others paused to watch Hermione expose herself. Malcolm Ogden stared unashamedly between her legs.
"Merlin, look at that. I'd say she's game," Cormac McLaggen's voice called out, and more eyes found their way to her.
Angelina chuckled. Her hand moved slowly down Hermione's belly until it rested between her legs.
"Goddamn, girl. You are fucking wet."
She pulled her hand away to look at it, then showed it off to Parvati, who giggled. It was shining with sticky wetness from a single caress.
Hermione smiled weakly. "Sorry."
She had never felt like this in her life. Her belly was aching with desire. Angelina's barest touch was almost enough to bring her to orgasm. Having all those eyes on her was the most thrilling thing she had ever experienced.
"No worries. Keep them spread. Let them see."
She began caressing her clit gently, rubbing it up and down and then squeezing it between two fingers. Parvati rubbed circles around one of her nipples, watching Angelina work. Hermione breathed deeply and closed her eyes, trying to relax.
Angie dipped a single finger between her soaked lips. It slipped in easily with a soft squelch. Parvati laughed and turned her attention to Hermione's other nipple.
She could only imagine what her pussy looked like right now. She could feel how wet she was. She could hear how wet she was, as Angelina's fingers spread her juices all over her lips and clit. There was a growing silence around her, and even with her eyes closed she could feel numerous gazes upon her.
Angelina slipped in another finger and began stroking her walls intently.
"Oh, God," Hermione whimpered, and almost closed her legs.
She felt orgasm approaching already. It grew from deep within her belly and seemed to radiate heat to every part of her body. She thrust her hips into Angelina's fingers, trying to draw them further inside. Angelina pressed down on her clit with her thumb, and Hermione began to pant.
"You're going to cum already, aren't you?" she asked, almost laughing.
"Yes—don't stop."
Only a few seconds later Hermione threw back her head against the couch. Angelina continued fingering her as she had an orgasm right there in front of everyone. It was all she could do to prevent her little pants from becoming loud moans.
She exhaled deeply as she came down from her release. She was still so turned on that the feeling of orgasm seemed to linger. She opened her eyes to find multiple faces watching her. A few people had gathered round to watch Angelina finish her off. Both Weasley twins were smiling at her, Alicia draped between them. Katie Bell met her eyes and grinned while Cormac McLaggen stared lecherously between her legs. Harry was watching her with an enthralled look as Lavender rode him on the nearby loveseat.
She was spellbound by their silent attention until Parvati clapped her hands and cheered next to her.
"Yay, Hermione!"
That brought on the laughs, and the tension was released. Hermione smiled wanly and studied the faces around her. No one was looking at her with disgust or mockery. A few of the boys were actually stroking themselves right in front of her, their gaze filled with admiration for her body.
The moment nearly overpowered her. For the first time in her life, she felt like an object of desire. They were looking at her nude body and they were hard. For her. Her anxiety slowly vanished. Her instinct to close her legs disappeared. Instead she opened them wider, letting them see the wetness that she knew was soaking her pussy and even her inner thighs.
She took a moment to savor her own audacity. This was perhaps the bravest thing she had ever done, not counting her adventures with Harry.
"I do believe the lovely Miss Granger will fit right in at this prestigious establishment," said George. He smiled and gave her a mock salute.
"Oh, I agree, my lesser twin. I think she'll enjoy herself quite thoroughly. We can teach her things she can't learn in books."
Hermione looked between them with amusement. She couldn't quite believe this moment was real. The Weasley twins were standing in front of her, their hard cocks exposed, while her legs were spread in front of them. She had never felt stranger or more empowered in her life.
George smirked at her. "I'd like to express my enthusiasm at your membership, my lady, if you're so inclined," he said, gesturing between her legs.
She looked down at his erection and swallowed thickly. Here it was, the moment of truth. Unless George wanted privacy, which she doubted, she was going to get fucked right here in public.
"I would be delighted."
Parvati giggled and stood up, clearing the way for more people on the couch. "I'll see you later, Hermione. Have fun."
Angelina said something too and stood up, but Hermione barely heard her. George drew near, and she lay back on the couch. It seemed to be made for sex, as it was so wide she could fully recline.
Her eyes never left his cock. He was a touch longer than Harry, perhaps, but definitely thinner. There was a small thicket of orange hair at the base of his shaft, and his balls dangled well below. She resisted the urge to fill her hands with them and cradle their weight.
"Don't be nervous," he said in a surprisingly soothing voice. "You'll forget anyone else is here in a minute. Unless you want to go to a bed?"
"Here—here is fine," she said haltingly.
She watched as he leaned over her, supporting himself on the pillows next to her head. He gently rubbed his hard cock along her clit, then pressed lower, lubricating its tip with her wetness. Her desire returned powerfully.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yes."
He pushed in slowly, but she was so wet it wasn't necessary. He slid himself to the hilt and sighed. "Merlin, Hermione."
She placed her hands on his sides and reveled in the feeling of him filling her completely. It was different than Harry. George didn't stretch her as much, but she wouldn't call it better or worse. 'Delicious' was the word that came to her mind, no matter how odd it seemed. She couldn't wait for him to start moving.
"How do you prefer it?" he asked, fully sheathed and awaiting her permission.
"I, er, don't know. Maybe like you were doing to Alicia the other day? Long and slow?"
He grinned. "My specialty."
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Harry groaned as Lavender slid down his length and then pushed herself up again with her hips. His hands were on her waist and her breasts in his face as she rode him with increasing need. He had tried to keep a nipple in his mouth, but it proved impossible. He settled for watching her breasts bounce hypnotically as she moved.
"That it's, Harry. Give it to me," she panted.
He was doing everything he could to delay his orgasm. He had almost lost control the moment he saw Hermione spreading her legs to the room. Lavender was driving herself onto him, swallowing every inch with her soft, wet warmth, and he couldn't resist such friction much longer. He loved feeling the weight of her body press against him when she impaled herself.
To his relief, she moaned and slowed her pace, grinding her hips into him. She reached a hand between her legs to tease her clit.
"Oh, Merlin, your cock," she whispered, her eyes closed as she rocked her hips.
He took the opportunity to fondle her breasts and appreciate their perfection. They were large and heavy but still perky, with big pink nipples and a soft button made to be suckled. She had been in such a hurry earlier that he hadn't had time to truly admire them.
"Play with them," she breathed, continuing her rocking. "I'm so close."
Harry lifted one of her breasts and took her nipple into his mouth. He suckled it gently and it grew harder against his tongue. She moaned and pulled his face against her breast, and a moment later her pussy clenched hard around his cock.
"Oh," she gasped, and rolled her hips around feverishly.
He suckled her nipple as she came, feeling like an infant at a mother's breast. She made a long, melodramatic moan and shuddered, then stopped moving altogether.
He released her nipple and leaned back in the chair, admiring the light sheen of perspiration on her breasts.
"That was wonderful," she said, her eyes still closed.
"Yes, it was."
He cradled her breasts in his hands, amazed at how firm and full they were. He squeezed them until she opened her eyes and smiled.
"Do you like them?"
"They're gorgeous."
She giggled. "Thank you."
He had cottoned on right away that Lavender was more than a little vain. She loved her breasts and wanted them to be admired. He couldn't really fault her, as she did have a centerfold's body.
She shifted her hips and realized that his hard cock was still buried deep inside her.
"Wait, did you not finish?"
"No, but that's fine. I was too busy watching your boobs bounce."
She laughed. "I'm sorry. I thought you finished. Here, stand up."
She stood and pulled him to his feet, then immediately went to her knees. An instant later the tip of his cock was in her mouth and her hand was gliding along his shaft, which was still slick with her juices.
She tugged on him firmly and suckled his head, intent on finishing him off. It didn't take long before he felt his orgasm build.
"Lavender," he panted.
She pulled away and smiled up at him, then pointed his cock at her breasts. Her tugging grew harder.
"Decorate them, Harry."
He breathed out roughly as orgasm overtook him. He painted her breasts with thick white stripes, one after the other, until her chest was coated with his release. She teased out the last of his cum with a finger and then lifted it to her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue. She looked down at the mess on her breasts and smiled.
"Wow."
He couldn't help but smile in wonder as she rubbed his cum all over nipples and smeared it across her breasts until they shined.
"I'm going to make someone clean them with their tongue."
A particularly loud moan filled the room. He looked up and Lavender turned her head. They quickly discovered the sound had come from Hermione.
George Weasley was plowing into her with long, powerful strokes, his face red from exertion. Hermione was writhing beneath him, her hands on his hips, pulling him closer with every penetration.
Lavender giggled. "You don't see that every day."
"Or any day," he replied, lost in the sight of his best friend getting so thoroughly fucked in public.
"I can't believe she's here."
They watched as George picked up his pace. Hermione pulled her legs back almost to her ears, and they got an unimpeded view of his cock sliding into her. His long ball sack slapped against her ass, and they could see her wetness shining on him every time he pulled out.
The pair had an audience, aside from the people watching from a distance. Stewart Perkins—the seventh year who reminded him of Neville—was standing right next to them and stroking himself. He looked like he intended to ejaculate onto the both of them.
Hermione moaned louder just as George shuddered above her. He thrust into her hard, and his ass flexed as he came inside her. She reached between her legs and rubbed frantically. When they finally stilled, both were panting as if they had run a race.
George pulled out and instantly his cum trickled out of her and onto the seat. Neither seemed to notice or care.
"Jesus," Harry whispered.
Lavender laughed. "Looks like she's getting a proper welcome. You like watching her, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do."
"I can tell. You're getting hard again already."
"Lavender. Potter," a low Scottish voice said from behind.
They turned to see Saoirse Manson watching them with a drink in her hand. She was nude and proudly displaying the copious freckles on her pale skin. Her deep red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and the dark mascara around her eyes was even thicker than usual.
Harry hadn't really spoken to the seventh-year girl. She was usually in the presence of Livia Tinkerfell and had a quiet, melancholy air about her. He noted with some surprise just how skinny she was. Her legs were long and thin and she was almost flat-chested, not unlike some muggle models he had seen.
"Hey Saoirse," Lavender said, while Harry nodded politely.
"I'm in the mood for some female company later if yer interested, luv," she said in a soft brogue, looking at Lavender. "I dinnae want to interrupt, o' course."
"Oh, er, of course. Harry and I are finished. We're just watching the festivities," she said, gesturing at Hermione.
Manson nodded, not even sparing Hermione a glance. "I'll be o'er in the corner when yer free."
They watched as she sauntered away, Harry admiring the sway of her ass.
Lavender squeezed his arm. "Well, that was new. Duty calls, I guess. Maybe I can talk her into letting Dean join us. See you."
She walked away before he could even respond. He was a little dumbfounded at how casually things worked in the Pride. He supposed he would get used to it. So far, he hadn't been the one doing any of the propositioning. The girls sought him out. When there was no stigma attached to making the first move, many of them became bold.
He turned back to Hermione, intending to go ask her how she was doing, but stopped in surprise. Stewart Perkins was between her thighs now and thrusting furiously. Her legs were wrapped around him and her eyes again closed in bliss. It was only moments ago that George had finished inside her.
Apparently Perkins wanted to finish inside her too, because he groaned and shuddered not a moment later. Harry watched as he pulled away, his cock red and dripping onto the floor. He wiped the last of his release on her lips, coating them. Given the indulgent smile on her face, she had no objections whatsoever.
"Merlin," he whispered, growing hard again at the sight. He unconsciously stroked himself to full hardness.
"There's no need for that, Harry," said a smirking voice to his right, "unless you just feel like wanking."
Jo Hampson strolled up to him leading Julian Martigan by the hand. The dark-haired boy reminded Harry oddly of himself, except for the superior smirk often seen on his face. That reminded him of Malfoy.
"Potter," he acknowledged.
"Martigan. Hello."
"Jules and I are about to have a go," she said. "Care to join us?"
"Er…"
He wasn't quite sure what she was inviting him to do. He hadn't seen any bisexual activity from the guys in the room so far. He had no qualms about it taking place, but he was pretty certain he wasn't interested in participating.
She snickered. "The look on your face. Not like that, although I don't have any objections. I mean you on one end and him on the other, if you're game."
"Oh."
He had seen the twins and Alicia in a similar position, but hadn't really fantasized about doing it himself. He glanced at Hermione one last time and saw that she was conversing with yet another boy. She seemed to be doing just fine.
"Sure," he answered.
"Awesome." She grabbed his hand and led both boys to a bed.