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Revenge	By : Robs Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 14836 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Revenge
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A/N: I'll keep it short... basically this is the first thing I ever wrote. It was never intended to be serious. I wrote it about 5 years ago, and it seemed to disappear off the archive when everything changed and I've only just got around to putting it back. Anyway, I hope you enjoy :)

“There’s only a week before the ball Draco! And you haven’t asked me to it yet!”

“That’s because…I’m not sure I love you anymore Pans.”

“What! Are you dumping me?”

“I guess so, uh huh”

“Its that Gryffindor slut isn’t it! I knew it! I knew she would take you from me Draco! You can’t let her split us up! Who am I going to go to the ball with Draco? Draco! Tell me! You are not dumping me now, not now!” Pansy Parkinson was in hysterics. Tears streaming down her face at the mere prospect of being dumped before the Yule Ball. Who would she go with? How was she to display her Slytherin status to the school without her man by her side?

The fact of the matter was she never really loved Draco either. But she new that her pig ugliness would never get her anyone unless she flew up the social ladder rather quickly. He was her way of doing just that. Even so she had grown fond of him over the years, and the news that he doesn’t love her anymore did not sit well on the shoulders of a girl who needed to boast a boyfriend possessing something such as Draco’s sheer beauty in order to maintain her position within the society of Hogwarts, let alone the exclusive Slytherin group.

Malfoy spoke quietly now, with an unnerving calm that shattered Pansy’s soul.

“Yes, you’re right. I am ditching you for the Gryffindor princess. However much that hurts, I thought I would muster up some scrap of decency to tell you before things got out of hand.”

At this point, Hermione appeared around the corner. On seeing Pansy in such a state she couldn’t help but slip in some comment.

“Oooh Pansy, lovers tiff now is it? Oh sorry, I forgot, your face looks like that all the time.” She giggled at the quick wittedness of her latest stab.

“Now are you coming, because you’re going to be late!?” She added, more seriously this time.

And she flounced off down the stairs towards the dungeons and double potions with the Slytherins.

Malfoy tugged his robes from Pansy’s clinging grasp and swept away down the stairs after Hermione.

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After a particularly rough dose of potions, Hermione made a quick exit. She hated the dank, dark dampness of the dungeons, and Snape made it even less bearable. However she was not quick enough for Malfoy.

“Granger! Come with me I want to talk to you.” He said, in a somewhat less inviting tone than he had intended.

“Why should I Malfoy? So you can start threatening my friends and I again?” She spat, rather more coldly than she had intended. You see, she had to keep up this pretence that she hated Malfoy, when in fact she thought him the most beautiful man in school. She somehow wished he had not heard what she said, but he had.

“Just come on, and you’ll see.” He replied, grabbing her arm and steering her into a nearby classroom.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” She turned round to face him, straight into his eyes. She could no longer concentrate on what he was saying as she melted into his icy blue stare. She was in heaven.

“Granger.” He shook her shoulders. “Hermione?”

This snapped her back to reality.

“What did you just call me?” She asked, rather excitedly.

“I said, Hermione.” She giggled childishly as he emphasised it for her. His hands remained on her shoulders as he moved his face closer to hers. He could feel her warm breath on his nose, and it aroused him. He moved more quickly now and kissed her. To his surprise, she returned the kiss with as much passion as he gave it, their tongues frantically exploring the others mouth for fear that the moment may end.

“Meet me next to Sir Cadogans portrait at 7.” He said softly as he broke away for air. With that he was gone.

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She paced anxiously 3 times along the corridor as she had done so many times before. She knew that the only room he could possibly be thinking about when he referred to Sir Cadogan was the room of requirement.

The door appeared as she expected it to, but she was shocked to find Malfoy already seated on a large four poster bed, with his top half of clothing missing. She coughed and he looked up. She gasped when she noticed the toned chest he kept so well hidden under his robes. He smirked that trademark Malfoy smirk.

“I wish you wouldn’t smirk like that Malfoy.” She spoke irritably. He immediately broke into a grin.

“So you are still talking to me then. After I left so quickly I wasn’t sure you would come.” He spoke equally as softly as he had earlier. He rose from his seat on the bed and walked over to her.

“And I think we can move onto first name terms now?”

Hermione giggled.

“OK Draco.” She spoke in a much more inviting way this time, and Draco moved in closer for the second kiss.

Hermione went weak at the knees when her lips met his. His tongue skimmed her lips, begging for entry, which she so willingly gave up. He wasn’t so sure how long she had felt this way, but he sure wasn’t going to let her slip away so he gathered her up in his arms, their lips still locked together, and laid her out carefully on the bed. As they broke away he cast a silencing spell over the room so that they could not be heard and he began peeling of her outermost layers until her was down to her bra and knickers. At this point she was moaning softly in his ear so he stopped momentarily and stripped quickly down to his silk boxers. He climbed on top of her and reached round to her back to unhook her bra.

“Are you sure you want this Hermione?” He emphasised her name again, which made her giggle.

“Yes Draco” She emphasised his name too.

He needed no more invitation so he quickly slipped off her knickers and tossed them across the room, and his boxers soon followed suit. She gasped as she had earlier when she saw his erection, but he was too engrossed in her to notice. He sucked her nipples gently as his hand found its way down to her groin. He rubbed her with his thumb and she let out small moans of pleasure. Of their own accord his fingers penetrated her and she clutched his hair. Her breathing was heavy and fast as he moved back up to her mouth and began kissing her, harder this time and with more passion than he had ever thought he possessed. But he wasn’t one to let it be over this quickly so he started to tease her. He once more thrust his fingers inside her and she began to grind beneath him. He felt his arousal so he grabbed his cock and rubbed it across her entrance.

“Take me Draco. Take. Me. Now.” She spoke between pants.

He thrust inside her, slowly at first, as he wasn’t sure if she was still a virgin. As soon as she started moaning he moved faster and harder. He could feel her about to come so he rolled them over so she was on top and pulled her right down on him. At this point she came and he felt it so he came almost instantly afterwards.

She rolled off him and lay with her head on his chest for a while, then spoke.

“I had no idea you felt that way, Draco.”

“Me neither”

“I beg you pardon!” She sat up, quickly, in total disarray about what he had just told her.

“And furthermore, you have just helped me realise that I in fact possess an Oedipus complex for my father.”

Hermione reached across and slapped him hard across the cheek, then leapt up and dressed hurriedly. She left the room with not another word to Malfoy.

And anyone could have guessed where she headed; straight to the Gryffindor common room. She struggled to get the password out between pants.

“Fizzing. Whizzbee.” She wheezed.

The fat lady swung open to allow her access. She spilled into the common room, straight into the arms of her two best friends.

“What’s up ‘Mione?” She looked with puppy dog eyes to the mop of jet-black hair and the bright green eyes of Harry.

“M…m…malfoy.”

Immediately Ron leapt out of his seat.

“What has that bastarding son of a bitch done now!?”

Harry pushed him back down.

“Whatever it is, ‘Mione, we’ll sort it for you, OK?”

He wiped the tear from her cheek with his thumb and she had never felt more at home. She had no idea what made her shag Malfoy. I mean, even if she did like him, to shag him under those circumstances was wrong. Why didn’t she see that?

Hermione proceeded to tell them about what had happened, starting with the kiss that morning. Ron looked on, wide-eyed, whilst Harry was silently fuming and plotting his revenge in silence…

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The night of the Yule ball had finally arrived, and all three friends went without a date. Malfoy also was alone, having dumped Pansy the previous weekend.

Once the guests had eaten, and had begun dancing, the butterbeer bar opened. Harry went to get the trio the first round.

“Three please.” He said politely to the man running the bar.

He turned around, butterbeer in hand and Malfoy sauntered up to the bar.

“I’ve a bone to pick with you, Malfoy.” Harry said, with such venom it could have killed a fully-grown man.

“Oh Yeah, Potter. What are you going to do? Set your weasel on me?” He laughed inwardly at his own joke and continued towards the bar.

“Just watch it Malfoy.” Harry replied, not rising to his comment.

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Later in the evening Harry spotted Malfoy wandering off towards the entrance hall. He nudged Ron and they decided it was about time they fulfilled their fantasy about getting Malfoy back. They left Hermione in the capable hands of Viktor Krum, who she had only just admitted that she fancied the pants off of.

On leaving the great hall they spotted Malfoy slinking round the corner and each of them grabbed an arm and Harry cast a silencing charm on him before he had the chance to speak.

“Now then, Malfoy, we are taking you somewhere, which you will probably not like, but you will have to lump it. You will not speak a word, do you understand?” Harry spoke calmly but with force.

Malfoy was scared now. He had never seen Potty or Weasel like it before. They had slipped his wand from his robes, so he couldn’t even fight back.

When the trio reached Sir Cadogans portrait, Malfoy knew exactly where they were going; the room of requirement. This harboured many possibilities for the boy’s revenge. He decided he would just have to remain calm and wait and see.

Harry was surprised at how cooperative Malfoy was. He guessed he wouldn’t be so if he knew what was coming.

They burst through the door and Ron couldn’t believe his eyes. He knew why they wanted all of the stuff the room had decided to furnish itself with, but the variety with which it had done it was amazing.

Not only had the room surprised the captors with its contents, but also the captive. Malfoy could not believe the imagination Potty and the Weasel must have for the room to have come up with some of this stuff. Once he had gotten over the awe of his surroundings, dread took over. He knew exactly what was coming. Although he had now admitted to himself this was the way he wanted to go, he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to begin it like this. Especially not with either one of Scar-head or Weasel King.

Harry’s grip tightened on Malfoy’s arm.

“Go on then Ron, you know what comes next.” Harry’s voice had a certain softness to it that unnerved Malfoy, yet it held the power of assertiveness. Ron nodded calmly and turned to face Malfoy, at the same time as Harry move behind him and took his other arm off Ron.

“What’s the matter ferret? Can’t you fight back? What happened to Slytherin Prince eh? Where’s he gone?”

At this comment Malfoy kicked Ron sharply on the shin, making him howl in pain. Harry tightened his grip again on Malfoys arm until he winced.

“That’s more like it.” Said Harry.

“It’ll be much more fun if you have a little paddy first.”

This scared Malfoy even more. What were they going to do once they had him where they wanted him? Ron moved up to him once more and lifted his chin.

“Look at me whilst I undress you, Ferret.”

Malfoy held his stare and continually taunted Ron with his smirks, but somehow Ron had matured and was able to withstand them. Once he had finished, Malfoy was stood naked in the centre of the room, with Harry stood behind him holding his arms with such strength he dared not do anything they didn’t want him to do. Ron took a step closer and once more put his hand on Malfoys chin to raise it, but this time he took a deep breath, and pressed his lips onto those of the blonde boy. To his surprise, Malfoy returned the kiss and so it deepened. Harry, realising Malfoy was in a good mood, released Malfoys arms, which immediately sprung to Ron’s waist. Harry quickly removed his own clothes and sidled up behind Malfoy, sliding his hands around his hips. One of these hands crept downwards and began to fondle his manhood, which immediately sprang up into his hand. At this feeling, Malfoy felt Harry’s own erection on his bare leg. Harry kissed his shoulder and slowly sucked his way down his arm and back up again, all the while his hands wanking away at Malfoy’s pride and joy. He continued with this and signalled for Ron to also undress.

Ron moved to the wall to undress and Harry pushed Malfoy to his knees and shoved his cock roughly in his mouth, starting to thrust as he did so.

When Ron was ready they moved across the room and handcuffed Malfoy, face to the wall. Ron once again went to face him and Malfoy reached down to feel his rampant rod. Just as he did so he felt Harry enter him from behind and tried to shout out in pain. No sound left his lips because of the silencing charm Harry had placed on him. Harry worked quickly and had soon swapped places with Ron, enjoying himself more and more as time went on.

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Fred and George, being the trouble makers they are, had soon got bored with dancing with various girls at the Ball and decided to go and visit their favourite brother. When Hermione said that he and Harry had left with Malfoy, the twins soon set off through the castle in search. However they did not need to search for long, as their first port of call was the room of requirement.

As they walked in, Fred caught a movement in the corner of his eye. They simultaneously turned to look and saw their dear little brother thrusting hard and fast into none other than Draco Malfoy.

With mischievous looks on their faces they sauntered over and signalled to Harry.

“Is it alright if we join in?” Fred asked, with an evil glint in his eye

“Most definitely,” Harry replied “We are teaching Ferret here a lesson he will never forget.”

Fred and George crossed the room to where Harry and Ron had left their clothes and hurriedly pulled off their own. They were soon in on the action. Harry took George first, whist Fred had some fun with Ron and Malfoy.

Meanwhile some more Weasley’s, namely Charlie, Bill and Percy, had joined Oliver Wood in pursuit of their troublesome brothers, intrigued as to what stunt they could be pulling in the presence of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students.

The four were only at Hogwarts for the Yule Ball, as it was the year of the tri-wizard tournament.

They had spotted the carrot-topped pair leaving the great hall just as they had gone over to get another round of butterbeer. Their curiosity had got the better of them and they decided to follow to see what they were up to.

They too entered the room of requirement; only their reaction was somewhat different to that of the twins.

“Oh. My. God.” Bill spoke first, shocked at what he saw.

“Shit.” Cried Fred and George together.

“No that’s not what I mean.” Replied Bill, seemingly reading his brothers minds. “You would enjoy it more with a member of your own family, rather than a Malfoy.”

“Ahh” Fred and George murmured their reply and proceeded to drag Ron off Harry and handcuffed him next to Malfoy.

“That’s more like it.” Bill whispered his approval. “Shall we.” He spoke to Charlie but nodded in Percy’s direction.

“Good Idea.”

Before he knew it Percy had been handcuffed on the other side of Malfoy, who was currently enjoying receiving much attention from Oliver, and was being banged as hard as anything by Charlie, whilst Bill shoved his manhood into the know-it-all’s mouth and forced him to suck…

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Back in the great hall everyone was still enjoying the immense possibilities that had arrived on their doorstep thanks to the Beauxbatons girls and the Durmstrang boys. Ginny Weasley however had found her soul mate in the totally pissed Neville Longbottom. The pair had discovered the hard way that the butterbeer had been spiked with a rather large quantity of alcoholic potion, undoubtedly by Snape, and were consequently only just able to hold themselves upright let alone walk in a straight line.

“How d’ya fancy the roooom of recwiyermant?” slurred Neville

“Eggssssselent idea, Nev.” Ginny replied, falling into his arms.

They staggered out of the Great Hall, supporting each others weight as the only way they could actually move without stumbling or collapsing. The cold air of the entrance hall sobered them up somewhat and they were able to continue on their way without the support of their equally-sloshed-about-to-become-significant other. Neville had just reached the first floor when he heard a small scream, which soon faded. He turned around to find that Ginny was no longer following him as she had been not 7 minutes and 37 seconds ago when he last checked. He swivelled on his feet and realised that the staircase had shifted, as they often do, so he shouted to Ginny to meet him by the room of requirement. There was no reply.

Neville backtracked to the edge of the floor he was on and peered cautiously over the edge. On seeing the culprit of the poor red heads demise the portraits hanging nearby began to applaud. On seeing what had happened, soon enough every painting in Hogwarts was clapping loudly and Neville was still clueless. He had not yet spotted Ginny.

When Neville looked highly perplexed, the nearest portrait opened his mouth to begin explaining when the fat lady bustled in.

“Congratulations, my dear, dear boy. I never thought I would see the day when that pig headed girl would meet her demise. I mean, sweet Harry Potter is such a nice boy, he does not deserve to be hounded by the likes of her.” Shouted the fat lady. The knight whose portrait she had barged her way into began to look slightly less irritated as she was about to take over the explanation.

“I’m sorry, fat lady” began Neville, swaying dangerously close to the precarious edge of the staircase.

“Oh no, no, no, my dear boy. Do not apologise. Death could not have come too soon.”

“Death?” repeated Neville, paling significantly in colour as he thought of what he had let happen.

“Yes my dear, death. Stupid girl was tottering up behind you when the stairs moved. Fell off the edge, so I am told. Students should be more wary of these stairs.” She tutted. She continued on her rant, not noticing that Neville had slid down to the floor and was in the process of bawling his eyes out.

“Yes, that girl was so rude to us portraits. That was why they were all applauding your good work. We have been plotting various revenge plans for years.” She continued. “Ahh, professor, perhaps you could explain to Neville what a good job he has done of finishing off that Weasley girl.”

The slick, black, greasy haired figure of Snape greeted the fat lady with a sneer.

“Why don’t you get back to your painting fat lady? I’m sure soon enough there will be some Gryffindor’s wanting to come in.”

The fat lady huffed and stalked out of the portrait, appearing in various others until she was out of sight.

“Come, Longbottom, there is something I wish to show you.” Snape whispered so close to Neville’s ear it made him jump. “And I hope you really do have a long bottom to take it.” He murmured under his breath.

“What was that professor?” asked Neville, not quite catching what he said.

“Nothing, boy, nothing.” He gave his reply, grabbing Neville’s arm and steering him towards none other than the room of requirement.

Having paced up and down the corridor three times a door appeared highly resembling that of Snapes own dungeon home. He smiled inwardly as he half expected the furnishings the room had lavished upon him. He kicked the door open roughly; all the while holding on to Neville’s arm so tight it was beginning to go numb.

What he was not expecting was the amount of Weasley’s that greeted him on entering the room. He had also never dreamed that a family of Weasels, a piece of wood and a pothead would ever manage to handcuff a Malfoy. He hadn’t even suspected the gayness of said Weasels and co.

However shocked he was at this sight was nothing compared to the shock of those already occupying the room when they heard the door slam shut. They stopped in their tracks when they realised that Snape had walked in. However this shock was completely diminished when the twins and Bill, the strongest of the Weasley’s calmly wandered across the room, naked. They walked straight up to the now ever-so-slightly-nervous professor, nabbed his wand from his robes and charmed them off. They proceeded to throw the wand against the wall to join the now mountainous pile of wizarding clothing that had been discarded there.

Each twin then grabbed an arm (one of which had already dropped Neville’s) and dragged him on the return journey to the other side of the room. Without his wand the grease ball was defenceless. Not wanting to risk releasing Percy from his imprisonment, and on seeing how much Malfoy was enjoying himself, Bill decided on unlocking Draco. The blonde fitty was replaced with Snape and the orgy resumed.

Draco decided to take a break and wandered across the room toward Neville, who was still stood motionless in shock. The Malfoy being the taller, he lowered his lips on Neville’s wide-open mouth and the pair was soon playing rather violent tonsil tennis. As Neville was still weak from the shock, the blonde was able to pick him up and lowered him carefully on a nearby table. He pulled off his clothes and discarded them with the others before turning him over and, for the first time in his life, thrusted hard into him.

Malfoy continued to thrust harder and faster until he felt that blissful moment of orgasm. He then flipped Neville back over and took his rather scrawny looking cock in his mouth. It immediately, to Neville’s embarrassment, sprang up to meet him halfway, and Draco was pleasantly surprised. He was rather enjoying his punishment for shagging Hermione, and made a mental note to try another trick in order to gain the same punishment. After all, scar head was the best lay he’d had in his entire life. On this realisation he left Neville to the twins and walked across to take the green eyed fucker up the arse.

On seeing Malfoy walking towards him, he ruffled his mop of black hair, making him, in Draco’s opinion, look even sexier. Noticing the consequent smirk play across the blondes face he was not so sure he wanted what ever it was Malfoy was going to give him so turned around. However he was not quite quick enough.

“Not so fast, Potter.” He whispered, slamming Harry against the wall and forcing his tongue inside his mouth. He dropped to his knees and sucked so hard on him that his green eyes melted and he was soon helpless. Draco spun him round, becoming rougher again and once more thrust hard into him. The resulting cry was quickly silenced by Malfoy’s hand over Harry’s mouth. He was now rather glad he had turned because never had he enjoyed getting his revenge on Potty quite as much as he was doing now.

The feeling of Potters arsehole engulfing him was almost too pleasurable for Draco to bear and he couldn’t stop himself any longer. Soon after his first orgasm followed a second, much more powerful feeling, during which he spurted his seed inside his longest standing enemy.

At this point, even if he admitted it was Malfoy, his enemy-of-many-years, Harry had to admit he was enjoying himself. In response to Malfoy’s earlier roughness, after he had jizzed in him Harry span him round and slammed him against the wall as he had done earlier on. His lips crashed down on the thin, cold ones of Draco and their tongues began their exploration.

Meanwhile Snape had been highly aroused by the Weasley’s incessant fondling and was crying out for someone to fuck him. However for once in their life, the twins had control over Snape and they were not going to give up so easily. They continued to fondle and tease in ways you could not even imagine until they had their potions master literally screaming on the brink of orgasm.

Little did the group know that they were being watched. A small hidden camera in the corner of the room was linked to none other than Dumbledore’s office…

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Neville and Ginny were not the only ones to experience the spiked butterbeer. Hermione had been politely accepting drinks from Krum all evening and was consequently pissed as a newt. Of course had she detected the alcoholic potion she would, no doubt, have refused each and every glass she was offered; but that is mere speculation. The fact is, that she was totally off her face and was therefore at liberty to accept Viktor’s invitation to ‘do some loving’. She took him, of course, to the room of requirement where Malfoy had had his wicked way with her earlier in the week.

Krum virtually carried Hermione to the tune of her directions, and he paced the corridor in order to get in. However because there were already occupants inside the room, Viktor did not get the furnishings he wished for. He picked up Hermione and carried her inside, without realising the others on the other side of the room. He sat her carefully down so that she was leaning on the wall, and then noticed the large mound of robes and underwear, alongside a neat stack of wands. He turned, puzzled, to the other side of the room and started in surprise. It was at this moment that Hermione also spotted the other inhabitants of the room and screamed. The gangbang halted immediately and those who were not tied down or handcuffed descended on the pair. Hermione made to escape however before she reached the door, the fixated group knocked her out of the window by accident. They were not interested in women; all they wanted was to get their hands on was Krum. The Bulgarian quidditch player was, however, too quick for them. He made it across to the other side of the room before they could reach him. He drew out his wand and levitated their neat stack of wands just out of their reach. It was only then that he realised what had been going on in the room before he and Hermione had entered.

At this very moment, Lavender Brown and Pansy Parkinson remained at the ball, sat at a table together, drowning their sorrows in copious amounts of the spiked butterbeer. They managed to withstand each other’s company for only this reason. The great hall was slowly emptying of many of the male variety, and so the girls took it upon themselves to search for them. It had not occurred to the girls that they would be in the room of requirement. Having walked up and down the corridor several times, it was only the 10^th go past that they realised there was a door there. As this was about the only, what they thought was a classroom, left in the entire castle that they had not looked in, they burst through the door in excitement.

When he heard the door bang open, Krum reacted quickly. He body bound both girls and levitated them across the room next to the pile of robes, which now had wands scattered on it, leaning them against the wall, facing directly towards the handcuffed men on the other wall. As the rest of the group were too dumbstruck to notice that they could now get their wands, he proceeded to walk straight up to Ron and grab his cock. With the other hand he pulled his red hair, forcing his head back and crashed his mouth down on his. On the realisation that Krum was joining in the fun, the rest of the group resumed teasing and fucking those who were still handcuffed, helpless. What they had not realised was that Krum was in fact taking Ron against his will.

Ron was struggling against Viktor’s sheer mass, but he was no match for the Bulgarian. Krum was clever enough to realise that if he continued to kiss Ron, he would be unable to protest. As he still had his wand he hurriedly charmed his clothes off and started to rub up and down the redhead’s leg. He then managed to charm his mouth shut so that he was powerless to resist and led Ron across the room to the only bed in the room, pushed him down on it and roped his hands and feet to each corner. As Ron had now realised that he may as well make the best of a bad situation, he actually was starting to enjoy himself. Viktor was by far the biggest out of all of the boys who had joined in. Krum also realised Ron’s thoughts, so uncharmed his mouth and shoved his cock inside it. His captive lay gagging, but this only aroused him more.

He then moved downwards, sucking Ron’s nipples. The Weasel let out a small moan of pleasure as Krum kissed his stomach and moved slowly downwards. He was not of a bad build for someone so lanky. He then took his dick in his mouth and sucked hard. At this unexpected turn of events Ron almost came instantly, however managed to control himself. Krum undid the ropes and flipped Ron over onto his stomach and thrust his cock deep inside him. It did not take long until the toned quidditch player had made Ron come, but the second time he held him on the very edge of orgasm until he had come himself. Another Weasel then made their way across to the bed and started to suck Krum off. As the opportunity presented itself, Ron scarpered and went to take advantage of Malfoy once more.

At this moment the door once more clanged open and all activity immediately halted. Harry screamed with pain as his scar burned ferociously. There was no mistaking that snakelike face with the red slitty eyes. It was none other than Lord Voldemort. Not one to allow a situation to develop, the creature in the doorway immediately hexed everybody. This new hex undid the weak bounds on the two girls watching the proceedings. This fortunately went unnoticed by Voldy, as they slunk out the door to fetch Dumbledore who, unbeknownst to them, had actually been watching through his hidden camera and was already on his way.

Voldy had little chance to make a move, when Dumbledore hexed him, which caused him to revert to his previous form; Tom Riddle. The headmaster took charge of the now powerless Voldy and before leaving, unhexed the group. This small outburst had rather ruined the moment for the Weasleys, so Fred and George led the clan back to the Gryffindor common room to begin other festivities; for, as they put it, “The night is young.”

The remainder of the group followed suit, and soon enough they had all returned to their respective common rooms to the after parties that had launched into full swing soon after the Yule Ball had come to an end. This, however, was not to be the case for the recently reverted Tom Riddle. Now powerless but for his own strength which was nothing against Dumbledore’s magic, he could do nothing but do as he was bequeathed.

Once in his office, Dumbledore finally spoke out.

“I have no idea how you managed to get into Hogwarts, but I intend to find out very soon, in ways which you could not even imagine.”

“Furthermore, I am glad that you have reverted to your more innocent form, because I believe that it makes you look cute.” Dumbledore’s smile played across his face at this last comment.

Riddle had been made entirely speechless, and as he was unable to do magic without his wand, he could not even try legilimens to find out what was really going on in that wise old head of his.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, left nothing to the imagination and soon enough had transfigured several of the silver instruments he so proudly displayed in his cabinet into very similar contraptions to those which had until recently furnished the room of requirement…

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Unfortunately for those who had only too recently discovered the real tune of their sexuality, the Christmas holidays were upon them. Many people had trunks packed and ready to go. There was a large crowd congregating in the entrance hall awaiting the arrival of the thestral-towed carriages.

Not all were catching the Hogwarts express home though. Lucius Malfoy had recently appeared on the scene and all too quickly Draco had disappeared without a word. All that was heard to mark his departure was a loud ‘Yoink!’ followed by a pop. It was clear to those who had realised what was going on that Lucius had got wind of Draco’s Oedipus complex. This news quickly spread and soon the whole assembly was roaring with rumours about what was going on back at Malfoy Manor. Most decided that it was safe to assume there would be much father-son bonding…in more ways than one.

Harry and Ron were amongst those to settle with this assumption, however Harry was not given long to dwell on these thoughts, as he too disappeared with a faint pop and ‘yoink!’. The culprit of Harry’s disappearance was however not his Father as in Malfoy’s case, for obvious reasons. In fact Sirius had taken it upon himself to fetch Harry home for the holidays. Not only this but he had also taken the liberty of inviting Remus along to join in the party. The threesome went straight back to Grimmauld Place for some more male bonding of a similar form to the Malfoys.

Meanwhile Tom Riddle, having been permanently cursed to his old form, was trying his utmost to escape with the horde of students heading for the carriages. He had very nearly made it onto the first carriage; he was that desperate to escape. Luckily, Dumbledore had spotted him and proceeded to drag him out of the carriage and back to his office for a continuation of the previous nights punishments.

While all of this had been going on, Cho Chang of Ravenclaw was suffering in silence. Having had a secret crush on Harry ever since first year, she was highly distraught at the prospect of his apparent gayness. She was even more unhappy that all of the Weasley’s had turned out gay. She would happily have married one of them if only for their well toned body. To top it all the most eligible bachelor in Draco Malfoy was also gay. At this final straw, Cho decided that the best place to be from now on was the owlery, and so she promptly moved in.

And the funny part is, now they all have Chlamydia, HIV, and rickets.

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