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Life of the Party	By : ArizonaIceT Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 19226 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Life of the Party
- 1
Hermione wasn’t sure how she got talked into this.

6th year had been a rollercoaster for Hermione. Ones filled with rows.

Rowing with Ron over their unsaid feelings and his boorish behavior. Rowing with Harry over his less than ethical use of his annotated copy of Advanced Potion-Making. Hermione was more lonely than she had been since first year. She often would bury herself in the library for hours on end, but solitude wasn’t as enticing when you had no control over it.

That all changed when Ron broke up with Lavender.

It wasn’t a real secret that their relationship was on the shallow side, outside of sloppy make outs they didn’t have much in common. And at first, Hermione was secretly ecstatic - Lavender was a thorn in her side as far as she had been concerned, and she figured Ron would stop acting like an ass when they broke up. But no one expected him to dump her…for Romilda Vane. Seemed that the mistaken love potion and almost dying revealed some unknown feelings within Ron. Since Romilda couldn’t have Harry, she seemed just as willing to accept the romantic interests and attention of Ron, and Harry was glad to have a fan girl off his back.

As for Hermione, well she was more miserable than ever, lonely and embarrassed, she was resigned to spending the rest of her time at Hogwarts a recluse. That was until another surprise - an olive branch from the last person she expected.

Lavender Brown.

Heartbreak seemed to bring the two dissimilar girls together, and what started as a cathartic association at the expense of Ron soon bloomed into a genuine friendship. Hermione helped Lavender be a better student, the girl was quite intelligent when she wasn’t so focused on her magazines and gussying herself up. And Lavender helped Hermione be less frumpy, and more outgoing - she absolutely refused to let Hermione lock herself away in the library for half a day at a time.

“Come on Hermione.” Lavender urged, pulling on her sleeve. “It’ll be fun!”

The two were sitting on Hermione’s bed - Hermione was doing her best to ignore the other girl, concentrating on her book.

“Yeah! It'll be a blast!” Chimed in Parvati, Lavender’s best friend - the two of them were a packaged deal. She was on the other side of Hermione, poking her side and being an overall annoyance.

“Lav, Parvati!” Hermione exclaimed, finally breaking. “Can I PLEASE get a moment of peace?”

“Nope.” Lavender answered immediately, popping the P-sound for emphasis. That got her a glare from Hermione.

“You’ve been in that book since dinner.” Parvati pointed out.

“I’ve got to study for my Apparition test-”

“Oh come off it!” Lavender interrupted. “We all know you’re gonna ace it, just like you ace anything else. If you studied half as often, it’d still be twice as long as most people”

“But I LIKE studying.” Hermione reasoned.

“I know sweetie.” Lavender responded. “But it’s not healthy how much you do it. Ron told me about the time-turner Third-Year.”

Hermione’s cheeks reddened at that a bit. “Of course he did.” She mumbled.

“We just want you to have some fun.” Parvati added. “What’s one night going to do?”

“That could be the difference between a Outsanding and an Exceeds Expectations!” Hermione replied earnestly.

“Oh, what a tragedy.” Parvati said sarcastically.

“Listen to yourself.” Lavender pointed out. “You sound like someone who needs to party!”

“Healer’s orders!” Parvati agreed.

Hermione snorted at that. She knew exactly what “party” the girls were referring to. They had been talking about it for days.

The Broken Broom

A secret room in the back of The Three Broomsticks, one that Madam Rosmerta was apparently unaware of. Hermione hadn’t heard about it before that year, but apparently it had become popular amongst the student body - being a prefect, she had to keep up on such things.

As far as she was concerned, it was just a way for students to get up to things they shouldn’t. Nothing was more dangerous than an unsupervised young wizard. Still, maybe she DID need a little break. Things had been tough for her that year, and while Lavender and Parvati offered their friendship, she found herself falling back into her old ways - the ways that had her staying up for 48 hours at a time in 3rd year. She sighed, and closed her book, looking back and forth at Lavender and Parvati, who were beaming at her expectantly.

“I-I don’t even have anything to wear.” Hermione offered lamely, trying to find a way to wiggle out of being social. Lavender, of course, was prepared for that. She hopped off Hermione's bed and skipped to her own, going to her trunk at the foot of it. She popped it open and bent over, rummaging around in it for a moment before pulling out a garment. She turned and threw it at Hermione, who caught it right before it hit her in the face.

“I ordered this a while ago.” Lavender explained. “It was too small for me, but should be jussssst perfect.”

Hermione looked at the article of clothing in her hands, and her eyes went wide. “You can’t be serious?”

Lavender just gave Hermione a toothy grin.
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They arrived at Three Broomsticks around 8 o’clock - or rather the rear alley of Three Broomsticks. They moved around the back in their school robes, trying to look inconspicuous. Hermione felt a mite ridiculous, plus there was a draft.

“Alright, here it is.” Parvati said, pointing at a section of brick adjacent to a rubbish bin. “Do you know this week’s password?”

“Right.” Lavender said, getting out her wand. She pointed at the middle of the wall and said. ”Spotted liver.”

Hermione thought that was a rather unpleasant password, but it did its job as the bricks of the wall morphed into a wooden door. The three entered it and walked down a small flight of stairs until another door appeared.

“The party awaits.” Lavender stated, pulling it open. And by Merlin, she was right. Immediately the girls were blasted with the rhythmic pounding of some rather muggle sounding music. The room was a far cry from the rustic homely aesthetic of the rest of the establishment. It was modern - in fact it looked a bit like a muggle club or lounge, with a dance floor in the middle, and an assortment of seats and couches around the perimeter. There was a small bar tucked into the corner that looked self-service, and by the looks of the drinks and the stumbling of some patrons, it wasn’t butterbeer that was being served. Everyone was dressed for a party, a litany of fashion senses and styles.

“How in Merlin does Rosmerta not notice THIS?” Parvati wondered.

“It’s cus she’s too busy winking at patrons for tips.” Lavender answered. “Now come on!”

Her and Parvati excitedly entered the room full of giggles - Hermione followed sheepishly behind them. She looked around, noting who she did and didn’t recognize. She tried to push down her nerves and her shun-in habits as she walked into the room.
“Well lookie who it is!” She heard a distinctly Irish voice ring out. She turned to see the red face of Seamus Finnigan - based on his complexion and swaying steps, he was plastered. He walked up to the girls, standing annoyingly close.

“Seamus.” Parvati greeted cheekily. “Looking rather flush there.”

“I just know how to have a good time.” He shrugged. “I’m surprised this one does.”

Seamus rudely pointed at Hermione’s face, which caused her to scowl. Lavender decided to jump in before her friend got testy.

“She’s taking a break from studying.” Lavender replied. “We very well intend to have a good time.”

“Really? Dressed like that?”

Seamus pointed to the school robes they were still wearing.

“Oh! Forgot we had these on.” Lavender expressed, pulling out her wand. She gave a wave.

“Lavender, wait-” Hermione tried, but it was too late. Their robes fell to the floor simultaneously, revealing their clothing underneath. The Irishman's eyes went wide, and his eyes widened a bit.

If there was one thing Lavender knew how to do, it was making sure she and her girls had all eyes on them - under dressing wasn’t in her vocabulary. The curvaceous blonde was in a maroon, ruched body con cami dress. It formed snuggly to her body, showing off her proportions masterfully - held up by two thin straps over her shoulders, her ample cleavage was well pronounced with the deep v-neckline. The hem of the dress sat on her upper thigh, sitting just under the curve of her ass. She decided to wear some expensive looking underwear on the likely chance of them flashing.

Next to her, Parvati’s outfit was a bit more exotic. A colorful Indian Salwar kameez, but with some…added flair.

Rather than cover Parvati head to toe, her tunic was a crop top, forming tightly to her torso and sitting right under her breasts, exposing her midriff. And the trousers were altered to fit almost like tights, leaving little to the imagination. Parvati was nowhere near as busty or curvaceous as her friend Lavender, but she made up for it by being in rather stellar shape. Her stomach was toned with semblance of abs, her legs long and lean, and a pert ass to boot.

Finally, there was Hermione. It was surprising enough to see Hermione there - it was the kind of thing she was known to generally disapprove of. So it was astonishing to Seamus, and everyone else who was looking towards the trio, to see the frumpy bookworm not only out, but dressed as she was. Her get up was truly something up Lavender’s alley; a vinyl tubetop, mini skirt combo. It was too small for Lavender, but it was even a bit small on Hermione. The top was strapless, simply wrapping around Hermione’s torso, the integrity of the material the only thing keeping it up. Her breasts bulged a bit out the top, the small tight garment giving her a stellar lift job. Hermione was hard pressed to even call it a top - it was basically just a length of fabric that wrapped around her tits for ‘decency’ sake; she was exposed from her ribcage to her waist. The skirt wasn’t much better, barely covering her ass, and it was tight to the point where too drastic of movements almost guaranteed it riding up. To top it all off, or rather go to the bottom, Lavender let Hermione borrow a pair of her heels - she more forced them on her, really. Hermione struggled to balance on the six inch pumps.

Hermione felt like a Barbie doll that Lavender had dressed up - the energetic girl did Hermione’s hair, taming her wild mane into bouncing curls that fell past her shoulders. She laid Hermione’s makeup on thick, and gave her some of her own personal perfume.

In all, Hermione felt like a street walker. Lavender must have confounded her, placed her under the Imperius curse - she couldn’t explain any other way she’d allow herself to get talked into this.

A low whistle from Sheamus broke Hermione from her thoughts. Her eyes focused on him and he was giving her an absolutely lecherous grin.

“You clean up nicely, Granger.” He told her, waggling his eyebrows and openly staring. Hermione scowled, but before she could tell him off, Lavender grabbed her arm.

“While it’s been LOVELY chatting you up, we’re here to party, so if you’ll excuse us-”

Seamus stepped aside as the girl’s passed him, mainly so he could oggle their asses as they went. Lavender and Parvati pulled Hermione over by the makeshift bar, which Hermione was thankful for since she thought she was going to faceplant trying to balance on her heels.

“This was a mistake.” She said gravely, leaning the bar for support.

“Oh, We haven’t even been here a minute, Hermione.” Parvati sighed.

“I don’t care!” Hermione seethed, trying in vain to pull her skirt over her ass. “I don’t know how I let you two talk me into this.”

“You look hot.” Parvati assured her.

“I look like a SLAG.”
“Which was the goal.” Lavender said, giving her a wink. Hermione gave her a miserable look and she rolled her eyes. “Come on Hermione, you got to at least TRY to have some fun.”

“This isn’t fun, this is…is-” Hermione gestured frantically around the room to her classmates and peers getting up to all kinds of drinking, dancing and snogging. Lavender gave her a weary look. She knew Hermione wasn’t a social butterfly, but Lavender needed her to at least graduate from her caterpillar stage.

Lavender placed a hand on Hermione’s shoulder, “I know this isn’t your typical scene, but I know you can succeed in anything you put your mind to, including having fun.”

“We won’t pressure you or anything.” Parvati added. “Just give it the hour, and if you’re not having any fun by then, we can go back to the Castle, okay?”

Hermione pursed her lips and looked at her friend, who gave her their best doe eyes back.

“Alright.” She sighed after a moment. “Alright. An hour”

Parvati and Lavender squealed in excitement, pulling her into a three-way hug. Lavender and Parvati let her go, and began to move around the room, saying hi to their various schoolmates. Hermione stayed by the bar, standing a bit awkwardly and feeling exposed. She gave polite smiles to students who came by the bar to get drinks, but didn’t try to engage in conversations - she was just a bubble of anxiety.

She needed to relax - she could do this. It was just a party - she’s gone up against Death Eaters. She could do this. She looked down at the bar, where there was a litany of drinks; butter beers, firewhiskey, and a punch bowl. She decided on the punch. She grabbed a goblet, and filled it, bringing it to her lips and throwing it back quickly.

‘Oh. That’s quite good.’ She thought, smacking her lips. She wondered what was in it. It had a fruity flavor to it - nothing she knew of on Rosmerta’s menu matched it. She had nothing better to do at the moment, so she had another - and then another, and another. Hermione felt herself relax considerably, and a wave of warmth washed over her. She looked around again, and instead of seeing wanton rule-breaking, she just saw people having fun. She thought maybe Lavender was right - she was the only thing keeping herself from having a good time. She saw Lavender and Parvati on the dance floor, heaving a blast. Hermione decided to buck up, and join her friends. She downed another cup of punch, and made her way to the center of the room, suddenly filled with a burst of Gryffindor courage.

Lavender and Parvati smiled brightly as they saw Hermione approach them and they continued dancing. Hermione moved a bit awkwardly at first - she wasn’t much of a dancer, but as she watched Lavender and Parvati move without a care in the world, her inhibitions fell. She mimicked their movements, moving and swaying her hips, moving her body to the music that seemed to be coming from all corners of the room.
Parvati and Lavender were a bit more than surprised to see Hermione of all people dancing, but they were nothing if not encouraging and continued dancing. Others were on the dance floor, but most of them were now locked into the display the three Gryffindor’s were putting on. As Hermione danced, her blood began to pump, and her inhibitions fell even more. She felt great. Who knew that throwing your hands up and letting go could be so fun - well everyone but Hermione, but Hermione was always one to be skeptical of things unless she observed them herself.

As she continued to dance without a care in the world, her movement became more and more provocative, her motions focusing on moving her ass, bending over, arching her back and pushing out her chest straining in her top. Hermione had no idea what was coming over her, but she didn’t care. This was FUN.

“You go girl!” Squealed Parvati.

“Shake that ass!” Added Lavender.

As if possessed, Hermione did just that. bending over a bit, placing her hands on her knees, Hermione began to bounce and shake her ass to the music. The bookworm of Gryffindor, the brightest witch of the age, twerking in a dingy underground club for all her peers to see - and at the moment, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Her body was tingling, and mind whirling in excitement. She was lost in the moment, so much so, she didn’t even care that her skirt had shifted, riding up around her waist and exposing her bubbly ass to everyone, bouncing up and down. Boys whistled and drooled, girls looked on with jealousy, or tried to match Hermione’s energy.

From the edge of the dance floor, Dean Thomas was watching the scene, adjusting the erection growing in his pants.

“Merlin, who knew Granger could get like THIS.” He marveled. Seamus was standing next to him, grinning from ear to ear. “I mean she’s NEVER been anything like this before.”

“She’s quite the bird when she aint got a broom up her arse.” Seamus leered, eyes glued to just that.

“I’d like to put my broom up there.” Dean said.

“You an’ all the fellas here.”

Hermione wasn’t sure how long she danced. She had shortly gone from the frumpy know-it-all everyone put up with, to the life of the party. Her, Lavender and Parvati grinded on each other, pumping hips and asses, getting cheers from guys and girls alike. Hermione never got cheered before. This must have been what it was like to catch the golden Snitch. All eyes were on her - including ones she might not have wanted.
In one of the darker corners of the room, sat a den of snakes - Slytherins. Posted up on a couch away from everyone else sat Draco Malfoy, and his two stooges, Crabbe and Goyle. They sat, drinking, and just watching - watching Hermione.

“Bloody Hell.” Crabbe commented, eyes glued to Hermione’s shaking ass.

“Mudblood aint that bad so bad - when they’re acting like slags.” Goyle added, sending him and Crabbe into a bout of simpleton laughter.

Draco didn’t comment, he simply kept on looking - biding his time as a snake in waiting did.

Eventually and inevitably, Hermione had to take a break from her dancing. Her, Lavender and Paravrti left the dance floor full of giggles and exhilaration. They weren’t sure what got into the bushy haired girl, but they sure were loving it. They chatted and caught their breaths for a bit, before Sheamus and Dean came over to see if the duo wanted to dance. Hermione told them to go on ahead, that she’d rejoin them on the dance floor soon enough. Hermione was left alone again, but she wasn’t lonely like before - she felt great really, tired, but great. She couldn’t remember the last time she had this much fun. She went to a less occupied corner to catch her breath a bit, leaning against the wall.

But seemingly out of nowhere, the hairs on the back of Hermione’s neck stood up on ends, and she felt like she was being watched. Said feeling was confirmed, when she felt someone’s knuckles brush her side where her midriff was exposed. She jumped a bit and her head snapped to the side to see Draco standing next to her, smiling. She didn’t even hear him approach, though it was hard to hear anything over the music.

“Malfoy?” Hermione exclaimed, ready to go on the defensive.

“Easy there Granger.” The Slytherin drawled. “I come in peace.”

Hermione doubted that quite frankly, but she relaxed a quarter measure, sizing him up with her eyes as she often did. As she scanned him, she noticed how sharply he was dressed. He was wearing a well fit, dark green button up in Slytherin fashion; the cut of it formed well to his rather fit frame. For his bottoms he wore a pair of black slacks, and basilisk skin boots. Hermione thought he looked quite handsome in that moment - then she wondered where the hell that thought came from.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” She asked, pushing through her thoughts.

“Just thought I’d come say hi.” He answered simply with a shrug.

“Come to say hi?” Hermione repeated in suspicion. “To me?”

“Don’t sound so shocked.” Malfoy smirked. “I’ve seen you out there on the dance floor - hardly the swotty book worm we all know.”

Hermione’s cheeks pinked a bit at that. She did go and make a bit of a show of herself. Suddenly Hermione felt a tad self conscious, pulling the hem of her skirt, which now felt a bit short. It didn’t help that Draco’s eyes were openly roaming over her body.

“Erm-” Hermione said, not knowing what else to say.

“Drink?” He cut in. Hermione hadn’t realized it until she looked at his hands, but Draco was holding two glasses of punch, one extended in offering to Hermione. Now, on any normal day, Hermione wouldn’t even think about taking a drink from a Slytherin, Draco least of all. But today wasn’t a normal day - she found herself hard pressed to come up with a reason not to take it. In fact, she was feeling quite parched - she WANTED to take it. Her natural defenses were lowered. Typically she wouldn’t even put up with Malfoy in any capacity, yet here she was, chatting him up. She didn’t know what was coming over her, but she licked her lips a bit at the sight of the drink. She reached out slowly, instead grabbing the drink he was clutching closer to his body and taking it. He quirked an eyebrow, but seemed indifferent to it, easing Hermione’s mind a bit that it was poisoned or some such nonsense.

“Thanks.” She said, bringing the cup up to her lips and imbibing deeply. Draco watched semi amused, sipping his own drink.

“So…want to dance?” Draco suddenly asked. Hermione, caught off guard by the question, began to cough and sputter, nearly choking on her drink.

“*Cough…What?”

“Do you. Want. To dance?”

Hermione’s mind was hazy - by all accounts she should be HIGHLY suspicious of Draco Malfoy asking her to dance, yet her body and mind couldn’t muster it. She DID want to dance after all. Her eyes raked over his body again, and she bit her lip.

“Come on.” He coaxed with a smile, stepping forward and crowding her a bit “I saw you dancing out there. Don’t get shy now.”

Draco practically purred his words, and Hermione felt like she was placed under an imperious curse. Her whole body bloomed with a mixture of warmth and dizziness and her head felt light, like it was full of pixies. Before she even realized what had happened, her head was nodding in agreement.

Draco wasted no time, grabbing Hermione by the wrist and pulling her to the dance floor. Hermione moved in a haze, her feet stumbling in her heels on autopilot until she was back in the center of the floor, dancing. It took only a moment for the music to take her over again, moving her body to the rhythm - still she was very much cognizant of Draco’s presence. At first she danced near him, treating him like any other of her dancing peers - and for a while, Draco seemed to accept that. But gradually, he got closer and closer. He started simple, brief touches to her hips as she danced. She’d move away only for his hand to be on her a moment later. He played the game for a bit longer, before grabbing Hermione by her hips fully, and pulling her into him.

Well, Hermione had to admit, even with all the surprises of the night, she never in a million years would think she’d be grinding up against Draco Malfoy - even in a world of magic it seemed impossible. Yet here she was, grinding her ass back against his crotch to the thump of the music. Even stranger was Hermione didn’t CARE. She knew in her mind she should, someone in the back the rational, reasonable Hermione was telling her to stop it that instant, but that Hermione wasn’t on the dance floor at the moment. This Hermione had her hands on her knees, and was pressing her barely covered ass back against Draco’s crotch. This Hermione buzzed at the attention she was getting, even if it was from Malfoy.

Malfoy for his part seemed to be able to put his pureblood supremacy aside when Hermione was dancing proactively on him. He didn’t know what had gotten into the bookworm, and he didn’t care - but he planned to take full advantage. He gripped her hips firmly, and ground his into her ass. He wasn’t so much dancing as humping Hermione vaguely in tune to the music - It was vulgar, and borderline disrespectful, but Hermione was in a near trance like stance, pressing and wiggling her ass back against Draco, cheeks bouncing repeatedly against his crotch. For any other randy boy, this might have been enough, but the Malfoy’s were nothing if not greedy, and Draco took things further. Sliding his hounds down to fully cup her ass cheeks, he began to less than slyly inch the already slight material upward.

Hermione felt what he was doing - he wasn’t even trying to be sly. The rational Hermione was screaming for her to pull away, to protect her modesty, but she just kept dancing, body feeling fuzzy. She half heartedly batted his hands away, and readjusted her tiny skirt, but Draco’s hands were persistent, and soon, her little black skirt was hiked up over hips, leaving Hermione’s lower half exposed.

Apparently Lavender also lent Hermione a pair of underwear. A far cry from her typical plain cotton panties, Hermione wore a pair of cheeky lace black panties - the material was thin and slight, the rear coverage was non existent, lacy connection bisecting her ass, cheeks fully on display for Draco and anyone who was looking, and people WERE looking. Just like her dancing before, her raunchy display with Draco was getting much attention; open looks of disgust, jealousy and lust. Hermione just kept on dancing, now exposed bottom rubbing against Draco’s pants. Her fleeting sense told her to have SOME shame, but her body was buzzing more than ever. Her inhibitions were almost nonexistent at this point, and she had no idea why. Not that she was of mind to even think about it, really. She just moved and moved. Draco took her pliancy with stride; he had her folded in half at the waist, head bowed so low that the tips of her hair were scrubbing the ground. Between her dizziness and her heels, Hermione wouldn’t have been still standing if Draco didn’t have her hands on her shoulders, hunching over her and using his grip on her as leverage to pull her back against his thrusting hips - he was practically fucking her through his pants in a bawdy scene. His bulge was present on his pants, the clothed implication grinding against Hermione’s thinly protected core. She let out small gasps and groans every time her pussy was rubbed against. She shouldn’t be getting this out of control, this shouldn’t feel so electric.

Suddenly, Draco pulled Hermione back upright and back flush to his chest, One arm draped over her collar bone, holding her to him, while the other began to travel across her hips, tracing the band of her panties. Hermione gasped out as his fingers slid over the horizon of her hip and into her pubic area. She tried to shake her head, but she was sure it looked more like she was trembling - she was, like a Jack Terrier full of unspent energy. Draco’s fingers danced over the front of her panties, dipping lower until they were cupping her closed sex. She gasped out loud as he applied a bit of pressure, rubbing circles at her opening. Rational Hermione had given up. Draco leaned in close, mouth right next to her ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you.”

A statement. Not a request. Not a vulgar barb that Hermione would have normally responded to with a hex. Just a statement, that to Hermione then and now, sounded like absolute fact. She looked over her shoulder, eyes locking with Malfoy’s.

“Are…are you going to take me back to the castle?” She said, sounding rather pathetic. A rather dumb question, but honestly the only one she could form in her current fugue - things had lost control so quickly. He didn’t answer, simply staring at her with a predatory look. But there was something else in his gray eyes. Even in the dim lighting, Hermione could see his eyes were glassy, fogged over. That’s when a bit of reality came back to Hermione; something was affecting him, just like something was affecting her.

The realization and explanation for her lost inhibitions hit her all at once, sobering her up a bit. Looked around - she needed to get to Lavender and Parvati. Where were they? Her eyes scanned the room, hoping to find them quickly. Lavender was the first one she found; Hermione thought to call to her, but when her eyes focused on her friend, it became clear she wasn’t going to be of much help. Lavender had her back pressed against a wall - Seamus was in front of her, mouth latched onto her neck, and hand up her dress. Lavender’s eyes were closed in ecstasy as she parted her legs so Seamus had easier access. Hermione found Parvati a moment later - on her knees, head bobbing in Dean Thomas’ lap as he sat on a couch. Hermione realized whatever was affecting her and Draco had gotten to them as well. In fact as Hermione’s eyes traveled the room, she saw the mood of the room had changed. People were grinding and rubbing against each other aggressively, practically just fucking with their clothes on. Dresses and skirts were hiked up, shoulder straps were discarded, pants buttons were unfastened - mouths on each other and all over the place. The whole room was lost.

Hermione tried to pull away from Draco, to put SOME sort of distance between them in her brief moment of lucidity, but he held her firm, folding her arms behind her back and holding her wrists together with one hand. From the corner of her eye, Hermione saw Draco pop the button to his pants. Hermione tried to pull away once more, but her body wasn't her own - she doubted she was even putting up as much an effort to get away as she thought she was. She wasn’t going anywhere. With her skirt already up around her waist, she had little protection as Draco hooked his fingers in her panties and moved the fabric away from her slit, and with no ceremony or regard, he drove his hips forward, sheathing himself into Hermione’s cunt.

Her whole body stiffened, and her mouth opened in a silent ‘o’. She hadn’t thought much about how she would’ve lost her virginity - she was much too studious to think about boys. She figured if Ron had ever gotten his act together, it would’ve been to him. She figured it would have at least happened in a bed and not bent over in the middle of a room.

She didn’t get a chance to glance at Malfoy’s cock (not that that was the goal), but when it tore through her virginity, she became very familiar with it. It wasn’t terribly large, maybe five inches or so. She had no kind of reference on where that would put him in the proverbial dick measuring contest, but it was enough to make her squirm. Only an errant finger or two had explored her lower lips before - her own, and now she had a cock shoved into her. It was fuller than she had ever been - it stung, and Draco’s lack of concern certainly didn’t help. His hips snapped forward in an erratic, jerky thrust, giving Hermione no time to become accustomed to the new sensation. She gasped out at each thrust- she would’ve toppled over her heels if it weren’t for Draco holding her up by her wrists and waist.

“Draco…Draco please-” She began to gasp. What she was gasping for - for him to stop driving his cock into her, for something to hold onto as her whole body tingled - she wasn’t sure. Regardless, Draco kept on fucking her, She vaguely could make out some things he was saying over the music; “slut” and “mudblood” were in constant refrain, but she wasn’t in any mindset to be offended by it.

There were eyes on them again, her classmates watching her get fucked in the middle of the room. Hermione couldn’t see their eyes, but she was sure they’d be glazed over like her and Draco’s. No one stepped in to aid her, only using the visual to stimulate their own groping and grinding with others.

Draco’s grip on Hermione tightened, pulling her hard into his thrusts. Hermione’s pain and discomfort was subsiding bit by bit, being replaced with something she didn’t recognize. Her grunts and gasps were becoming more breathy and desperate, and the heat and electricity coursing through her body was pooling in her core. She hadn’t even realized she was pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts, but as he continued, she couldn’t deny the pleasure of it all, despite how much she wanted to.

“Draco-” She gasped out again, this time the neediness clear. She sounded wanton but she couldn’t focus her mind to care. Something was building in her lower stomach, something she wanted released.

And then Draco pulled out.

That surprised Hermione on its own before Draco let her go, causing her to fall forward, landing hard on her knees and hands. Hermione's ass was sticking up, and a second later, she felt the warmth of Draco’s release splash across her right ass cheek. She was breathing heavily, feeling a rush of conflicting emotions. She looked up at Draco, who had a self satisfied look on his face as he tucked his cock back into his trousers. Hermione wanted nothing more than to hex him in that moment - he violated her in front of all their friends and peers, and he didn’t even have the decency to make her cum while doing it.

Draco gave her another glance and smirk before shuffling off, feeling like he accomplished something. Hermione tried to focus, wiping his seed off her ass, thinking through her haze. She needed to go, to get to her wand - where was her wand? She concentrated a moment, and remembered it was still in her robes that were somewhere discarded; she needed to get to it, she needed to get out. She began to crawl in the thick forest of legs and moving bodies, not really knowing what direction she was going. Her goal was to just get off the dance floor, maybe that would help her come down. She managed to push herself through the mass of people, now in even more debauched scenarios - she had seen numerous pairs of discarded underwear littering the floor. She got to the edge of the dance floor, when she ran into two sets of rather tree-trunk like legs, ones she couldn’t push through. She looked up, seeing who they belonged to. In a clearer state of mind, she wouldn’t have been surprised that it was Crabbe and Goyle, there weren’t exactly many people built to their dimensions. She looked up at them, and then down at her - their brows were furrowed, and their nostrils flaring.

“Er-” was all she could get out, before they grabbed her and lifted her fully off the ground. She realized what was happening with a bit of a delayed reaction, and by the time any instincts kicked in to put up a fight, they were at their destination a few feet away - a couch. They threw her onto the cushions in a heap, before joining her on it; Crabbe at her head and Goyle at her feet. They jostled and moved her how they pleased, placing her on her hands and knees. She tried to move off the couch, but Goyle gripped her hips in his meaty hand to keep her from going far. She was about to try and tell them to let her go, to try and pull away, when Crabbe undid the button to his pants. They were down his hips in a flash, and Hermione was met with something she couldn’t avoid.

Hermione hadn’t gotten to see Draco’s cock, but she sure as hell was seeing Crabbe’s. It was large, fat, and looked rather menacing - much like the man it was attached to. As intimidating as it was, Hermione couldn’t take her eyes off it, it did take up much of her field of vision after all. She should have been disgusted, but in truth, she was struck a bit awe - for such an ugly boy, his cock was so…appealing. Behind her her skirt was still flipped up over her back, ass well exposed. Goyle grabbed her panties by the hem, and fully RIPPED them from her body. He mopped up any residuals of Draco’s cum, before discarding her panties haphazardly. Hermione tried to turn to look at him, but Crabbe grabbed her by the back of her head, keeping her facing forward and her eyes on the fat prick in front of her - and his dick. Goyle’s hands shifted on her body, groping and feeling her ass a bit, before one returned to her hip, the other was busy fishing his dick out.

“P-please, just wait and-” Hermione tried impotently. It was unlikely Goyle could’ve heard her even if he was in any mood or conscious space to listen. Hermione was going to try and beg again, when she felt the tip of Goyle’s cock push against her opening. She tried to shift her hips forward, but she was held in place firmly. Goyle’s bulbous cock head began to shove it’s way into Hermione parting her lower lips. Just like Draco, she hadn’t actually seen his cock, but clearly it was much larger - likely as big as Crabbe’s monstrosity. If Draco had stretched her, Goyle’s cock was absolutely ruining her as he slowly sank into her heat. She couldn’t help the gasp she let out as he pushed halfway into her, and it was all Crabbe needed - he pulled her down by the back of her head, plunging his cock into her mouth. She gagged loudly as she was made to swallow several inches of him in one go.

Continuing her night of firsts, a threesome could be added to the list, though she never in her mind even considered it. The boys took a moment to savor the feeling of her wet cunt and wet mouth, before moving. They wasted no time setting a hard pace, Goyle slamming his hips forward, driving into Hermione brutally from behind. Crabbe had a grip on Hermione’s hair, forcing her to bob her head, cock sliding in and out of her throat. Hermione had always joked that Crabbe and Goyle shared a singular brain cell given their constant proximity to each other and near indistinguishable mannerism, but as they worked her over in tandem, that idea seemed to have some serious legs. They worked in an unspoken, natural unison - each pump of Goyle’s hips driving the poor girl forward, making her take Crabbe deep into her throat.

“GRUCCCK…GLARCKK.” She gagged loudly, swallowing Crabbe’s fat rod over and over. She had never given a blowjob before, but that didn’t seem to bother Crabbe as he faced fucked her. Her jaw ached as her mouth was wide open, trying to accommodate his girth. Spit seeped from the side of her mouth, dripping down her chin. Her tongue was trapped on the bottom of her mouth, wiggling helplessly against the underside of Crabbe’s shaft. Tears rolled down her face involuntarily, bringing down with them streaks of the thick mascara Lavender had applied to her.

Goyle’s fucked her with long, rough strokes. Hermione swore she could feel it in her stomach every time he buried himself to the hilt. Switching things up, Goyle grabbed ahold of Hermione’s arms, pulling them back and using them as reins to pull her into his thrusts - Hermione didn’t think it was possible for him to fuck her any deeper, but somehow he was managing.

The whole world had melted away - the music was a dull thump in her ears, and the flashing colored lights fell to darkness in Hermione’s mind. Her whole being was focused on what was happening to her, being taken at both ends by two dim Slytherins.

And she hated that she was loving it. She had no choice in the matter of course, under the effects of a still unknown source, but her body’s response was clear. Her cunt was wet, dripping and gripping around Goyle’s length. Despite choking and sputtering for air, Hermione found her tongue working and her cheeks hollowing to try and pleasure Crabbe’s cock. She was a right, fucked mess, and she was on fire, tingling all over. She doubted that either boy particularly cared for her pleasure, but they were doing things to her that Draco’s piddly fuck could only hint at. The jostled her between them roughly, slapped her ass, pulled her hair, and were in all manners treating her like a piece of meat - and she couldn’t get enough of it, 20 or so minutes had passed, with her being switched and turned back and forth, manhandling her into position so neither could hog time with her pussy- friends shared after all. She moaned around Crabbe’s cock as her cunt clenched and fluttered, and a coil in the pit of her stomach released, a harsh and shuddering orgasm ripping through her body.

This seemed to spur the two Slytherins to fuck her with even more brutal fervor, Goyle slamming into Hermione’s cunt, her ass smacking loudly and jiggling against his thighs; Crabbe was thrusting his hips up into Hermione’s throat, treating it like a pussy to fuck. Her eyes were crossed and near rolled into her head, limp in their arms as they used her for their own orgasms, which came moments later. Goyle didn’t have the decency, or sense of mind to pull out, burying himself to the balls as he released a torrent of cum into her, painting her insides. Crabbe was doing much of the same, only filling Hermione’s throat with cum, blasting her tonsils and shooting his seed down her gullet. The overflow of cum filled her sinuses, forcing some to spurt out her nose vulgarly. Her throat worked on instinct, working to swallow down whatever was given to her. She reached a high that she never knew existed, her mind and body going off like fireworks. Maybe she didn’t want to go back to normal- maybe she didn’t want to return to stuffy old Hermione, and wanted to remain the cockdrunk girl that she got to be in this moment.

But all things must come to an end. Almost as quick as they had entered her, they pulled out, leaving Hermione feeling rather empty. They left her face down and sprawled on the coach as they tucked themselves back into their pants. They didn’t even say a word to her as they got up, and looked around the room, looking for another target.

Hermione just laid there a bit, body buzzing in after shock, cum dripping from her cunt and coating her esophagus. It took her a moment to regain the energy to push herself upright - when she did, and a semblance of sight came back to her, she saw the room had devolved into anarchy of debauchery - a veritable fuckfest. All around students were all over each other, bent over, on their knees, up against walls; the sound of the music was almost getting overrun by the sound of flesh meeting and moans. Seemed whatever was affecting Hermione was non-discriminate, as she saw combinations she never imagined: The Greengrass sisters were on their knees licking Colin Creevey’s cock. Cho Chang was getting shagged roughly against the bar by Wayne Hopkins of Hufflepuff. It was truly madness.

Hermione was pulled back to attention when she felt the couch move. She looked to her sides, realizing that Parvati and Lavender had sat down next to her. Hermione took in the state of her two friends. Lavender’s dress was punched well over her hips, pooling at her lower stomach. She seemed unconcerned with covering her naked lower half, as well as her tits that were hanging out over the top of the fabric. It was hard to make out in the low lighting, but it looked like they had a number of hickies and bite marks on them. Lavender’s hair was a mess from where boys were undoubtedly grabbing it, and her make up was wrecked and run. Parvati wasn’t much better. Her shirt and pants were ripped at the chest and the crotch, giving easy access to anyone who wanted. Along Parvati’s mouth was sticky streaks and residue of someone, or someone(s) spunk - she didn’t seem too worried to wipe it away. Seeing the both of them sobered Hermione up momentarily. They had to go.

“Parvati…Lavender…something is wrong. We need to-”

Hermione’s plea was cut off deftly by Lavender’s mouth crashing onto hers. Kissing another girl - another unexpected first for Hermione. She was naturally startled at first, but melted into the kiss rather quickly. She had always thought Lavender had nice lips. They kissed in a feverish make-out for a minute, before Hermione was pulled back by Parvati. The Indian girl was feeling a bit left out, pulling Hermione to her, and kissing her firmly. Parvati’s cum smeared lips tasted salty, but Hermione doubted her mouth was much better.

For the next few minutes Hermione was passed between the two in a sloppy train of makeouts. “Wait…we have to-” Hermione would try to get out, before one of the girls would shove their tongue into her mouth, silencing her.

When their makeout session finally ended, Hermione was breathing, lips swollen, and eyes even more glazed over. She was in another world.

Because of that, she didn’t take notice that their display had gained an audience - half the boys in the room were now crowded around the small couch where the three sat. She was able to regain a bit of focus, and noticed the boys looking at them in open lust. Half of them had their cocks out and in their hands.

“Uh-”

That was the last coherent thing Hermione was able to get out before the boys were on them. In a way, she wasn’t surprised - this was the logical conclusion of the whole night. Everyone under the influence of lust and inhibitions eroded away. The girls were stripped of their clothes, aside from their heels, guess boys liked that sort of thing. It was more or less organized chaos; boys pushed and reached out, trying to get their hands, lips and cocks onto the girls. Dean and Seamus were the first ones to get Hermione; like Crabbe and Goyle, the two Gryffindors did everything together. She ended up sucking both of them off at the same time. The impatient boys they were, they tried to force both their cocks into her mouth at the same time, with mixed results. They also decided they were gonna fuck her at the same time too. In that instant, Hermione checked another unknown goal off her list - getting double penetrated. She was in Seamus’ lap as he fucked her from below, and Dean rammed into her from behind. She wished they swapped positions - Dean was the bigger of the two and set on reaming her ass with all he had. At least he was decent enough to cast a lubrication spell, for all the good it did as Hermione still screamed and wailed in discomfort and pain. She still came though - her control of her body was completely gone. She came over and over as her body was pinched, slapped, folded and filled.

Lavender and Parvati had their own admirers of course, but Hermione was the main attraction. The other two girls were set on sucking and fucking the boys to keep them ready for the bushy haired bookworm. And as much as she hated to admit it, it was nice. Being the center of attention. Like she was on the dance floor, but increased tenfold. Everyone wanted her, even if it was just for as long it took them to cum on her face.

Some were nicer about it than others though. The other Slytherins at the party, Theo Nott, Blaise Zabini, and William Harper decided it would be fun to make Hermione air tight, fucking her mouth, ass, and pussy all at the same time, and they weren’t too gentle about it either, slamming her hips up and down, back and forth, and constantly choking her on their cocks. And to add an extra degree of degradation, they all came in her hair. Cormac McLaggen also had his way with her. She thought being a Gryffindor, he’d at least give her a modicum of a break, but as it turned out, he was still rather peeved that she didn’t let him feel her up at Slughorn’s party. He pinned her head to the couch cushion with his foot and fucked her roughly from behind. Hermione REALLY hated giving him the satisfaction of cumming around his cock. She had half a mind to spit out all his cum that he made her swish around in her mouth (she didn’t).

A few girls got involved as well. Since Hermione, Parvati and Lavender took the attention of many of the boys, the girls figured they’d fit in where they could. Hermione could’ve done without eating cum out of the Greengrass sisters’ snatches, but she did so dutifully, licking and sucking on their quims until they covered her face with their own cum.

Keeping track of time was a hapless feat, it could’ve been an hour or ten, Hermione wouldn’t have known the difference. She was too lost in the fever that her mind and body was in. All of her being moved to a singularity, one that was focused on pleasure - she knew nothing beyond it as she continued to suck, fuck and get fucked by her peers. But all things must come to and - Michael Creevey was the last to fuck her, right after his brother. He was decidedly less creative than the others, simply fucking her missionary on the floor. Hermione didn’t mind - she couldn’t really. She was only half conscious and limp as he fucked in and out of her. She was able to scrape by with one final, shivering orgasm when he came inside of her. And then, consciousness began to slip away, like she was slipping into a nap. Her eyes began to flutter closed, and she smacked her lips, tasting the come that was still present there. She’d only close her eyes for a minute. Then she’d get up and figure out what was going on. Just a minute-
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“What do you mean it’s gone AGAIN?”

Snape was rather annoyed. He was having a perfectly pleasant night when he got an owl from Madam Rosmerta. And with such a ridiculous problem.

“I mean it’s all gone, again.” Rosmerta said, crossing her arms. They were in the storage room of Three Broomsticks, standing next to an empty spot where several cases of Snape’s concoction should’ve been “It’s the third time.”

Snape and Rosmerta had a little deal going on. A selection of Rosmerta’s customers had a certain need for a drink that would…aid them in the bedroom. Snape was hardly a bootlegger, but adding certain libido heightening properties to simple drinks was 2nd year level potion work, provided he had the right ingredients. Hogwarts didn’t pay very well, So Snape was more than willing to work out a deal with Rosmerta to provide such drinks to her patrons.

But over the last 2 months, something curious was happening. After Snape’s position was delivered to Three Broomsticks, some of it would go missing. Snape chalked it up to Rosmerta lacking record keeping skills - she was always a bit of a ditz, but entire cases that should last for weeks were disappearing in a matter of days.

“How can 3 cases of my potion just up and disappear?” Snape asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I dunno, but they have.”

“This is not my problem.”

“I have customers I need to keep happy - and I’ve been paying you good. Least you could do is help me figure this out.”

Snape sighed. The money WAS good. And curiosity was getting the better of him. He took out his wand, and muttered a detection spell. It was enchanted to look for lemur root, a potent ingredient used in the potion. The tip of this wand glowed and blinked, almost like sonar. They followed the blinking, the light blinking faster and brighter the closer they got to the source. It led them outside and to the alley, beside the rubbish bins. Snape arched an eyebrow as his wand seemed to indicate that the source was behind a brick wall. He examined it for a moment, before waving his wand over the wall and saying “Revelare Secreta”.

The brick wall in front of them transformed into a door, and Snape looked back at Rosmerta with an arched brow.

“Nearly forgot about this place.” she admitted. “Used to be a back lounge. Sealed it off years ago.”

“Evidently not sealed enough.” Snape drawled. They two went through the door, down the stairs, and to the door of the lounge. When they walked in, they were rendered speechless by the sight. All along the floor and couches, laid a section of the Hogwarts student body, all in different states of undress and accumulations of bodily fluids.
“Well, guess we know who’s been dipping into your store room.” Snape remarked, covering his large nose to try and block the smell of sweat and cum.

Tucked in the corner on the couch laid Hermione, Lavender and Parvati. Snuggling together, dried cum caking their forms, dreaming peacefully and soundly. Hermione’s dream was a little different than usual. She typically dreamed she was in the library, her favorite place. Usually, Ron or Harry would’ve been by her side, but this time, it was a little different. As she read, the massive forms of Crabbe and Goyle sat beside her. A smile spread across her face as they reached under the table and under her skirt. She smiled subconsciously in real life too.

Maybe when she woke up, she’d go find Crabbe and Goyle - and make her dream real. She was still a bookworm, but bookworms could have a little fun sometimes.
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