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Chronicle of Scales: Dragkyn Rising	By : BrutalTrvth Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 32267 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
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   The festivities in the Great Hall had been a formal affair, something between a Sweet Sixteen and a wedding reception. The party in the Gryffindor common room was much closer to a rave. Firework spells went off every couple of minutes as an illusionary lion chased a silver snake around the ceiling off the room, giving it a good shake before flinging it across the room and starting the chase all over again. Thumping music blared from half a dozen antique radios magically synced together into a surround sound system, freely mixing muggle and wizard rock into glorious chaos. Every table in sight was piled high with food, drink, or both. It was Harry’s first party, and he was loving every minute of it.
   Especially when he discovered that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get any more drunk than a pleasant buzz. The fire whiskey lived up its name as it burned its way down Harry’s throat, but he just tipped the bottle higher and higher until the last drop passed through the narrow glass neck.
   “Bloody hell!” Ron laughed as Harry added the now empty bottle to the slowly growing pyramid of empties they’d been building. “Where the hell have you been putting it all?”
   “No idea!” Harry laughed back. He flopped into an overstuffed arm chair opposite the other Ron. The other boy was nursing a bottle of mead, taking it much slower than Harry was. His face was nearly as red as his hair, and it was obvious that it would have been foolish to try to match Harry drink for drink. Only a fool - or a complete alcoholic - would even dare try. Not that Harry wasn’t being a bit careful himself. He might not be able to get drunk, but even his bladder had limits.
   Ron was tucked into the corner of the matching couch to Harry’s chair, the hand holding his mead resting on the arm of the couch while the fingers of his other hand gently massaged Hermione’s shoulder. The animosity between the two had been disappeared in a haze of alcohol and good food. Now the witch had her head resting on the wizard’s belly as she drew lazy circles over his kneecap with her fingers. Harry had the feeling the two would be finding a dark corner of their own later that night. He wished them luck with that, as more than a few couples seemed to have similar ideas and the older students had a lock on the best nooks and crannies.
   Harry could feel the pressure building in his bladder as he sank deeper into his chair, but pushed the thought aside as the conversation turned to their first impressions of the staff and their individual hopes and fears for the first term. Somewhere along the line Harry’s empty bottle of fire whiskey was replaced by a full bottle of pumpkin ale, which was in turn followed by a glass of spiced rum. By that point the young wizard’s bladder had had enough, and forced him to his feet.
   “Excuse me a moment,” Harry burped as he pushed out of his chair.
   He was forced to weave his way through the crowd, whose bodies were packed in tight. Boys and girls ground against one another, and more than a few buttons had come undone in the process. Harry spotted George in the middle of the crowd, his hands exploring inside the shirt of a black girl - Angela? Angelica? She’d been introduced to him in passing, but he couldn’t quite recall her name - whose hands were tucked behind her back and therefore quite likely down the front of George’s pants. Harry just shook his head and kept walking.
   Harry had been right; most of the upper years did know where all the nooks and crannies were. There plenty of them along the curving ramp that led down to the boys’ bath, but on the other hand the shadows of a bathroom didn’t exactly scream sexy fun times, so the corridor was mostly deserted. The torches lighting the bath had already been turned down for the evening, turning the baths into a maze of grays and blacks interrupted only by the occasional flicker of orange. Harry toddled over to a urinal, dropped his fly, and immediately felt something dark stab into his brain.
   “Gah!” he gasped as the agony nearly overwhelmed him. Whatever issues his brain was having, it didn’t seem to bother his bladder any and he just managed to catch himself before he ended up spraying all over the place.
   “What the bloody hell was that?” he muttered as he got the stream of things back under control. His knees sagged a bit with relief. He was just giving himself a last shake when mad cackling filled the air.
   Death…
   It wasn’t quite a whisper, but more a tickle at the edge of Harry’s hearing. His ears twitched as the hissing voice repeated itself.
   Death…
   “Hello?” Harry looked around as he quietly shoved his dick back into his pants. When creepy, sibilant voices were coming out of the walls, it was not a good a time to leave his willy swinging in the wind.
   Pain… So much pain…
   “Is there someone there?” Harry asked. The voice was growing fainter, seemed to be heading deeper into the darkness. Every instinct told him that following the voice was just a bad idea, but he had to go look, just in the off chance that someone actually was in trouble… “Look, mate, I don’t know if you’ve ever seen how a muggle terror flick plays out, but I have, and if you think you can just jump out at me and yell boo, then I will punch you in the nose!”
   HAHAHAHA
   Harry staggered as a fresh wave of agony stabbed into him. “Fuck!”
   The pain went away as quickly as it had come. Harry shook his head to clear his vision, then bolted for the door. He slammed it shut behind him, then stood there panting. “Right. Haunted castle. I think I’ll just see about finding a new bathroom, right?”
   By the time he had returned to the common room, the nightly dimming spells had turned down most of the lights. Only a few of the mounted wall lamps remained lit, and while the fireplace continued to crackle with burning logs, it had shrunk down to nearly a quarter of its previous size.
   That was just what the party goers had been waiting for. Clothes were cast aside as the rave turned into an orgy. Many of the less adventurous, mostly first years, wandered away at that point, but it was almost impossible to resist the overwhelming tide of booze-fueled youthful hormones. Fast beating drums replaced the rock music, amping up the orgy-goers even more as the witches and wizards stripped down and paired off. Or grouped off, in the case of Fred, George, and about half a dozen girls.
   Harry stopped a dozen feet from the couch he had left his friends on, as it was clear that Ron and Hermione were already otherwise engaged. Well, he was assuming it was Ron. Hermione was sitting in the center of the couch, facing out into the room with her legs spread wide. At first it looked like her hands were on her lap, but as they began to move up and down Harry realized they were actually resting on top of the head of whomever was underneath her skirt.
   ‘Well, that’s one way to resolve their differences,’ Harry supposed.
   Hot breath tickled the nape of his neck as someone stepped up behind him, wrapped slender arms around his chest, and whispered, “Not planning on running off, were you?”
   Harry turned around and found himself staring into a pair of amber colored eyes. The girl was only a few inches shorter than Harry, and as he turned around her arms slid up to circle the back of his neck. Her lips had been painted a pale pink, a sharp contrast with her fire engine red hair. Like many of the party goers, she had already stripped down to almost nothing, wearing nothing but an unbuttoned blouse and her house tie around her neck. It hung between ample breasts, the gold and crimson stripes standing out magnificently against her pale skin.
   “Uh, hi,” Harry said, blushing.
   “First year?” the girl asked.
   “Er, yeah.”
   She leaned in close so that her breasts pressed flat against Harry’s chest and whispered, “Surprised by all of this?”
   “You could say that,” Harry squeaked.
   “It can be a little overwhelming,” the girl continued, between nips at his ears and throat. Her hands slid down his back and around his waist to meet back together in front of his crotch. One good yank opened the zipper of his trousers. Her eyes widened as her fingers slipped into his pants and discovered the treasure waiting inside. She had to snap the button open to fully free his penis, which sprang free from its cloth prison like a thoroughbred bolting from the starting gate.
   “Mmm, you’ve been holding out on me,” the girl teased as her fingers curled around his shaft. Even with her fingers spread out, she barely managed to cover even half of his length.
   “I don’t even know your name!” Harry protested. Her hand was warm and her grip was firm as she began to stroke his cock, urging it up to its full length. “I’m-”
   “Shhh.” The girl placed a finger against Harry’s lips. “No names, not tonight. Maybe in the morning…if I feel like it.”
   She dropped her finger to take him by the hand, turning around to lead him out through the crowd. The heady smell of sex had permeated the common room, which was now filled with the various grunts and moans of coeds. Harry’s stare was fixed forward, watching as her long hair swished back and forth over the steep curve of her ass. The girl clearly knew where she was going. She led him down the corridor which led to the independent study rooms. The rooms were rarely used, but had been included as part of the default tour. There were other pairs of footprints in the dust, indicating not only that others might have had the same idea, but also that this might be the only time these rooms saw any use all year. It also looked like all the rooms were already in use. There wasn’t a door that Harry could see that didn’t already have a set of footprints leading up to it.
   But that didn’t take into account the doors that he couldn’t see. The girl paused halfway down the hall, then turned to her right. She flexed her wrist, causing a wand to come riding out of her shirt’s sleeve. Harry blinked at the sight, wondering how she had managed to keep it up there, when the answer was staring him right in the face. Magic. Duh.
   The girl placed the tip of her wand against the wall and started counting the bricks from the top of the wall down. When she reached the thirteenth stone she stopped counting and traced a large circle, almost a yard across, which began to glow a bright red. Inside the circle she drew a pentagram, and inside the pentagram she drew a cross. As the entire wall began to tremble, she mumbled something in Latin that Harry couldn’t quite hear.
   The stones of Diagon Alley had rotated and turned out of the way. The stones of Hogwarts were not nearly so pedestrian. What was the point of keeping a secret if every time you risked exposing it every time someone tried to make use of it? It was a wall, not a psychic, and just about anyone could have been walking by!
   One moment they were standing in the hallway and the next moment they weren’t. The room they were standing in couldn’t possibly have been in the Gryffindor tower, as its vaulted roof was easily a hundred feet overhead. Off in the distance a waterfall tumbled down the inside of a wall, spilling into a series of springs that fed into a larger pool. Trees and vines climbed the curving walls, further obscuring the artificial nature of the room. A pillow filled pit occupied the center of the room, but what really drew Harry’s eye were the ten, life-sized statues that were equally spaced around the edge of the room, each carved in the likeness of the dragon clan it represented. A hundred tons of ruby statue sat opposite a much greater weight in gold. To the left of the red dragon was a dragon cast of silver, its crest standing tall as it reared on its hind legs, while to the right off the red stood a brass dragon laughing at some unheard joke. To the left of the gold was a blue carved from sapphire, claws raised in challenge, and to its right was a black, poised to strike as soon as the observer turned their back. Filling out the circle were four more statues of copper, quartz, bronze, and emerald, all placed so that each of metal was flanked by two of gem and vice versa.
   “What is this place?” Harry asked as he stared in awe.
   “I said no names, remember?” the girl laughed. She spun around and pulled Harry into an embrace. Their lips met and their tongues tangled together as each tried to prove their dominance over the other. There was something about the girl, a sense of fierceness or wildness that called to the dragon in his soul. Her hand returned to his cock, smearing his precum against her belly as she stroked him rapidly, as if racing to get him off. Harry’s entire body shuddered at her touch and he could feel the pressure beginning to build in the head of his cock. Before, with Hermione, he had welcomed that feeling and the pleasure that had come with it, but now it felt a little too much like losing. He grabbed her roughly, his fingers of his left hand digging into her ass as his right reached between her legs. Her slit was almost dripping wet and parted easily for his probing fingers.
   “Ah,” the girl moaned as his finger slipped inside of her. She began to jerk him even faster in response and it was almost, but not quite, enough to shove Harry over the edge. Instead he bit down on his lip, blinding the pleasure with a bit of pain. He responded by burying another finger inside of her. She was tight, her walls closing around him possessively, soaking his fingers as they pushed into her slick core in short, furious bursts that only a dragkyn could pull off. The rhythm of her hand began to falter as her body began to quake under his touch, allowing Harry’s to speed up in return. The girl melted against him as her body reached its peak. She let go of his cock and placed her hand against his chest to steady herself as her breath caught in her throat and her climax tore her world apart.
   “Fuck,” she gasped a moment later, her breasts heaving with each breath. Beads of sweat trickled down over nipples that had become hard and dark with excitement, highlighted by the way her shirt was plastered to her skin. Her eyes were bright and shining as she smiled at Harry. “It’s been a long time since anyone has gotten me off that quickly.”
   “Father always said, ladies first,” Harry replied with a cocky smile. The truth was she wasn’t the only one who was surprised. He wasn’t entirely sure what had come over him, and it was still there, lingering at the back of his voice. He wanted to grab her, throw her down, just take her over and over until she could no longer speak.
   “Well, then I suppose it’s your turn, isn’t it?” the girl breathed as she peeled off her shirt and let it flutter to the floor. She gracefully slipped to her knees in front of him, then reached out for his cock. Harry took a half step forward, making it easier for her to take hold of him. She began by softly kissing the sides, bottom and top of his shaft, her fingers tracing the patches of silver scales moments before her lips touched them, letting the sensations build before moving on to the next. She saved the spot just beneath the crown for last and by the time she reached it Harry was nearly ready to burst. Her tongue flicked out over that finest patch of scales, covering it, caressing it.
   “God,” Harry murmured as he let the pleasure of her touch wash over him. The girl gave him a crooked smile, then placed a kiss against the very tip of his cock. She pressed down, letting his girth spread her lips until she had taken the entire head into her mouth. She sucked gently on him, then ran her tongue around the curved rim of the crown, pressing him against the roof of her mouth. She began stroke him again as she held him in place, then stopped and let him slide further into her mouth. She licked, she sucked, then repeated the process of holding him in place as she jerked him off.
   Amber eyes met green, and Harry knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. The first spurt came hot and thick, pooling on her tongue for just a moment before the next squirt of cum sent it sliding down her throat. The girl swallowed quickly, eager to get it all down. She continued to pump his cock until she had squeezed out every last drop of semen, then licked the head clean just to be sure, leaving it shiny and wet as she stood up.
   “Thank you,” Harry panted.
   “Oh, don’t thank me just yet,” the girl replied as she took him by the hand. “That was just us getting ready.”
   She led him over to the pillow-filled pit. The two of them lay down side by side. The first kiss was gentle, less rushed than before. Harry’s hunger had been temporarily sated, but he could feel it still smoldering in the back of his soul like a fire that had been banked until the next morning. It gave him time, however, to properly explore her body. He nuzzled at her breasts, running his tongue along their bottom curves and grazing her nipples with his teeth, and laughed as her belly trembled when he ran his fingertips over her stomach. Her fingers slid through his hair as she pushed his head this way and that, directing his progress when she wasn’t busy exploring his body in return.
   But what started slowly quickly grew more heated as each tried take control of the proceedings. The girl threw her leg over Harry and tried to mount him, only for the dragon in his soul to strenuously object. He wrapped an arm around her back and rolled them over, so that this time he was on top. She laughed at the turnabout, then grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed up and back with superhuman strength so that he bent over his knees, pulling her back on top of him.
   They went back and forth like this, kissing and groping as their bodies squirmed above and below one another. One minute Harry was above her, his cock nestled between her breasts, the next he would be on his back with his tongue buried in her cunt. He fingered her when she ended up sprawled across his lap, only to be spanked when he sprawled across hers. The competition was friendly, but spirited. The dragon in him demanded that Harry be victorious, impulses that were impossible to rein in.
   Harry twisted out of the girl’s grasp, only to turn around and lunge for her. She tried to roll away, only to get stopped by a mound of pillows in her path. Harry landed atop her, covering her body with his, so that his cock was pressed up against her ass. He pushed his knee down between her thighs, pushing one of her legs out the side until he had enough room to do the same in the opposite direction with his other knee. He leaned back, and in the moment he took his weight off of her she tried to escape again. He was ready for her this time, however, and grabbed her by the back of her neck.
   She let out a sad little moan as she realized the jig was up, but it turned into as gasp as he guided his cock into her waiting sex. She was incredibly tight, forcing him to go slow as his member pushed past her wet folds. He let go of himself once he had the first few inches in, placing the free hand on her hip to steady her. He went as deep as he dared, then paused to give her time to acclimate to his girth.
   “Oh, fuck me, Harry,” the girl begged when he finally began to move again. “Harder, please!”
   “I thought you said no names,” Harry grunted between thrusts. He lay down on top of her, taking some of the weight off his legs and allowing him to do just as she asked. He began driving into her with fast, hard thrusts intended to penetrate to her very core. Her walls clenched around him each time
   “Hard not to know who you are,” the girl answered. She gasped and her spine arched as he reached under her and fumbled for her clit, fingering her even as he continued to drive into her from above.
   “Why won’t you tell me your name?”
   “That’s -ah!- the thing about Hogwarts, Harry,” the girl whimpered. “There are always secrets.”
   Harry didn’t have an answer for that, other than to continue pounding her. It wasn’t long until he felt a familiar tension building at the head of his cock. He slowed his pace, trying to buy more time. “I’m going to cum soon!”
   “In me,” the girl answered breathily. “No need to make a mess! Just…in me!”
   Harry did exactly as he was told. He thrust into her one last time, all the way to the hilt, then exploded inside of her. His second climax seemed to be almost more powerful than his first. Thick strands of cum blasted against her inner walls half a dozen times over, and his cock was still twitching slightly when he finally pulled out of her some moments later. The girl rolled over on to her back as Harry sat on his haunches, breathing hard. She rolled over and spun around and began to lick him clean again. When Harry gave her a questioning look, she just giggled and said, “A good girl leaves no traces.”
   Harry just shook his head and lay down next to her. “Now will you tell me your name?”
   “Nope!” The girl pulled his arm around her shoulder so that she could snuggle up against his side. “As I said. In the morning. Maybe!”
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