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Gilderoy's Conquests	By : cultofpsyche Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 81234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Memory #9

Label: A Gaggle of Schoolgirls

When the memory begins, it is immediately apparent that I am in the middle of a Valentine's Day party. It appears that Lockhart has decorated his classroom extensively for the holiday, and is playing the host. The room is filled with students, many of them dressed for the occasion in red and pink dresses and formal wear; hearts are a popular motif. I notice that the gender ratio is heavily skewed towards the female - but for a few unhappy-looking boys (who were probably dragged to the party by their girlfriends), the crowd consists almost entirely of young girls.

And they are young. I wonder if Lockhart intentionally steered his invitations toward the younger girls - I could believe it - or if the older girls were just more likely to have other plans. Or, perhaps by this point, he had alienated everyone in the school except for the girls immature enough to maintain their crush on him. I could believe that, too. In fact, there's not a single other adult at the party, and I doubt there's much chance many of the staff at Hogwarts would be caught dead in the vicinity of Lockhart's classroom on this evening. What surer guarantee of privacy? But if you ask me, it's a recipe for disaster.

The party is already underway, and I have no way of knowing how long it has been going on. Lockhart disappears through his office door and returns shortly with a large bowl filled with party punch. The audacity of that man. He's becoming almost unbelievably ambitious. He makes a speech and passes glasses of punch around the room, making sure to instruct the students not to drink before the toast. Once they are all holding a glass, Lockhart recites a salute to young love, and each of the students - to a one - takes a sip from his or her glass.

The mood in the room lightens as the students begin to relax. Lockhart shuffles over to the classroom door and locks it, pocketing the key. He unbuttons his shirt and suggests to the students that they might disrobe if they get a bit hot. The poison coursing through their veins ensures that they do. All those pretty dresses go flying into the air, and soon the room is filled with naked girls, and a few naked boys. But soon their bodies begin to grow cool, so they clutch at one another to share body heat. And then, very soon, clutching turns to groping, and groping to full-on molestation.

It's an elegant formula, if only it weren't so disgusting. I've never before seen Erosia administered en masse before. Multiple victims at a time, yes, but this is insane. There must be at least two dozen young girls affected. They rub against one another, inserting fingers and tongues into each other's orifices. Individuals affected by Erosia do not discriminate sex partners - not by attraction, not even by sex. Even so, the few boys in attendance are in high demand, if only because their penises - however small - present an exciting novelty for the girls. What lies before me is an absolute orgy of barely adolescent lust. I swear I will never look upon another sight quite like it (and I hope that's true).

This perverse spectacle has me almost forgetting Lockhart's presence. He's undressed now, too, and, like me, spellbound by the sight of so many young girls in heat. But where I feel disgust in my gut, he must be feeling elation in his groin. He's rock hard. The girls are beginning to notice him now, and his much larger penis. Soon he's covered with girls, pawing and climbing all over him, pushing him backward onto the floor. A few of them are stroking and licking his genitalia when one girl sets herself on top of him and impales herself on his standing erection. The other girls, and a few boys, are now joining them, and Lockhart has become the centerpiece of their orgiastic celebration.

It's too much to follow the chaos, and anyway the sight of so many children participating in this display of sexual hedonism turns my stomach. They're practically gangbanging Lockhart, although I'm certain he enjoys it. He's up on his knees now, and the girls are pushing their behinds towards him. He inserts himself inside one girl, thrusts a few times, then moves on to another. None of them wants to give up their position on his erection, but all of them want a turn with it inside of them.

There's no way Lockhart can endure this for very long; I see him stand and eject his seed into the crowd of naked schoolgirls. They push each other aside in order to be showered in his semen, and then they fight for the privilege to lick his shaft clean. As he softens, I imagine that it must be torture for Lockhart to be surrounded with such stimulation and to know that his body's desire for it is waning, and probably won't return in time for a second performance.

For the girls, though, there is no end in sight, until they begin to eventually feel drowsy, and drop off to sleep, scattered about the floor, and draped across desks and chairs. Even minus all the activity, the sight is still rather striking. Lockhart appears to agree, as he is now stroking his regrowing manhood while eyeing the sleeping schoolgirls. He gets up and wanders through the crowd of bodies, sticking his penis into one of them here and there. He even makes a point to violate the few boys in attendance, penetrating their mouths, and fondling their small penises and tiny assholes. Lockhart hasn't shown any interest in boys thus far, but it wouldn't be out of character for him to derive pleasure from his defilement of their purity and innocence, too.

The one thought that keeps me sane through this outrageous exhibition is the knowledge that Lockhart will pay dearly for his crimes. If he weren't already in custody, I'd seek him out myself and torture him to death - and no court would convict me. But that'd still be too good for him.

When the students begin to wake, it's pandemonium. Their shame restored, their first instinct is to grab their clothes and get dressed. This plays right in to Lockhart's hand, who can't have them running off about the school naked, and who, on his own, would be hard pressed to remember what each of his guests wore to the party, right down to their underclothes.

The students are beginning to ask questions, so Lockhart announces to the group that he suspects someone has spiked the punch with a passion potion (ah, there is no more convincing lie than the truth!), and that noone is allowed to leave until he finds the culprit. Then, with a wave of his wand, he makes as to cast a fog of truthfulness, but the spell has a much different effect. It is, rather, a fog of forgetfulness, which I am sure is intended to sap the student's memories from the past few hours.

As the student's expressions of shock are replaced with confusion, Lockhart seizes the opportunity to implant his alibi upon their foggy minds. He conjures up an impression of impatience, and asks the students to go on and leave, the party being over, and that they all must have gotten a little too into the festive mood and danced themselves to exhaustion. The students shuffle out at Lockhart's insistence, and soon the room is empty. I wonder if even a single student will question their recollection (or lack thereof) of the night's events, but given that Lockhart got away with his crime (for a while, anyway), I suppose that's too much to hope for. After all, even were they suspicious, I doubt much would come of it without any damning evidence against Lockhart.
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