("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Creating a Coven by Oldfart (flcurry@mindspring.com) *** Harry and Hermione move to the next level. (mf-teens, rom, orgy, fantasy, parody) *** "Attention, students," Madam Pomfrey's voice sang out. "Class is now in session." Harry turned to Ron and blushed. "I can't believe that second termers actually learn about reproduction." "It's not reproduction, Harry, it's sex. And you have to learn it this year. All magicians do." "Why? Muggles would never dream of teaching kids our age how to have sex. The school administration would be fired and all the teachers run out of town." "It's different for the magic-born," Ron replied. "Witches mature earlier than Muggle females, between ten and twelve, and they don't get menses until they come of age, at seventeen. Also, they don't have hymens, so there is none of the pain Muggles associate with the first sex act. Plus magic-born teenagers are not looked down upon for having sex, in fact, they are expected to. Wizards develop sexually just as Muggle boys do, but again between ten and twelve, so during the teen years magic-born kids are going to have sex, generally lots of sex. And there are just some rites that we have practiced for eons. Remember, in some societies kids can marry at twelve. "But it's not just tradition, it has many practical uses. When you start dating, you will already know how to please your date and vice versa. My dad says Muggles don't let boys into girl's dorms or bathrooms and the same for girls. At Hogworts we don't care. Of course, we expect you to be mindful of the other student's privacy. That's just good manners. "But the main reason is so the witches can start their covens. Since the covens reduce sexual tension to practically nothing, they allow us to pay more attention to our studies. You'll see, Harry, magicians are a lot smarter than Muggles when it comes to being human." Harry shook his head. There was so much he had missed by losing his parents and being brought up in a Muggle household that ignored his obvious powers. He felt the familiar stab of pain in his chest as he thought of his deceased father and mother. What could they have told him that he would now never know? Of course, witches and wizards whose parents were Muggles, like Hermione, wouldn't know any more than he did about sex, or sex- based traditions. He found it fascinating that Ron was so garrulous about the subject. Obviously he was repeating things his parents had told him. "If you will open your texts to page 35, we will begin with basic cunnilingus techniques. Demonstrating today, we have former-professor Ravenscraft and his wife Ismelda. Please pay close attention." Harry looked on, taking detailed notes as the teacher pointed out particular moves and techniques. "Hope Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia never find these. I'd be dead meat," he thought. * * * "Harry, would you sign my dance card?" asked Hermione Granger. "I want you to be my first." "But," Harry stammered, "but I thought you and Ron..." "Of course, Ron is on it as well, him with his stupid rat, but I want him for the second dance. Please, Harry, I've decided, you are my first choice." Harry gulped. "Of course, Hermione, I would be honored." Hermione handed Harry her empty dance card and Harry signed the first line with real pleasure. He had already signed two other cards and got first place on both, no sloppy seconds for him. Sometimes having a reputation, whether good or bad, comes in quite handy! * * * "Young witches. Female students at Hogwort's, this is the first day of your third year and it is time to expand your education in a new way. Tonight, as you all know, you will participate in your first Sabbat and begin your coven. "This ceremony is customary for all thirteen-year-olds. Hogworts has had this tradition for over one thousand years. The Sabbat is sacrosanct and not to be rejected. If you don't feel well, see Madam Pomfrey and she will arrange it so you can participate. Remember girls, you are not having sex for generative purposes, or even for fun, although we hope you will have plenty of that," Dumbledore winked and the young girls tittered, "but to establish your first coven. As you have been taught, your coven can consist only of people you have had sex with. But because members of your coven have certain powers over you, be careful whom you chose. Although members of a coven may drop out or chose not to participate in future Sabbats, that power over you remains. "Because tonight's purpose is not romantic, there will be no love philters or glamours allowed to distract either you or your choices. "Another consequence of tonight's ritual is that you will improve your magical abilities considerably, as a result of the Sabbat ceremony. This applies both to you and to the wizards you dance with. After tonight you will all find your powers increased, your understanding of magic improved, and your confidence raised, as will they. In order for this to occur for a witch, however, you must dance tonight with at least seven wizards. Seven is the most powerful magical number; any less will not assure improvement in your magical powers. Because third year wizards are rarely capable of dancing more than three or four times of an evening, you are free to ask upper-class wizards to join your coven also. "In the future, you and your coven will celebrate your own Sabbats. Usually you will do so eight times a year, Imbolc, Beltane, Lughnassad and Samhain, and on the winter and summer solstices and on the spring and fall equinoxes. The number of times you dance at future Sabbats is, of course, up to you. As the High Priestess, you totally control the Sabbat ceremonies. Also, remember, participation in your coven will naturally be limited because your coven members will be attending other Sabbats held by their other covens on the same day. If you do not get enough sexual release at your Sabbats, you can, by mutual agreement, celebrate with a fellow coven member or add new members to your coven at any time. In fact, such celebrations are encouraged and Hogwarts has many secure rooms you can use for the purpose. However, remember, Sabbats are not orgies, but rather a chance to renew your commitment to your coven. "All witches have their dance card and it should be full. Once a dance card is full, the witch is obligated to dance with all who are on it. And she cannot dance with any other wizard until she has cleared her card. "The ceremony will take place tonight at midnight here in the Great Hall. I recommend that each of you take a long nap this afternoon. When you arrive this evening, wear your house robes, but no other clothing. The hall will be plenty warm!" * * * Shortly before midnight the students entered the Great Hall. Four fires burned brightly, casting shadows on the wall hangings and banners. Each house gathered around the fire that burned where their table would have been. The fires looked perfectly real, the smell of smoke, the radiant heat, but they did not char the floor. At the stroke of midnight, each student let his or her robe fall to the ground. Standing naked around the flames, the third years cast sidelong glances at each other's bodies. The older male students of the house had been in this situation before, but they still scanned the new crop of young witches, who blushed shyly. Harry noticed that Hermione's body was still somewhat stocky. She was almost a year older and somewhat taller than he was, but her squarish shoulders and plum-sized tits promised more responsibility than sexiness. With a roll, the sound of drums filled the room. A student sang out, a high ululating note, and the drums began a throbbing beat. The members of each house spontaneously joined hands, and the Sabbat began. Circling the fire, the students stepped widdershins around it. Someone would sing out, his or her voice soaring, playing with pure, beautiful sound. When one stopped another would jump in. Soon multiple voices were raised in golden harmony. After a while, the circles started to break up. Witches went to find wizards to fulfill their dance responsibilities and start their covens. Hermione was standing between Harry and Ron. She tugged them both away, and the circle closed behind them. As she had been instructed, Hermione went to one of the waist-high benches that grew out of the floor. The benches seemed made of solid rock and looked more like alters than anything else. The top was covered with very realistic-looking soft grass and some small wildflowers. Each bench was over six feet long, and somewhat less than three feet wide. The hall floor was covered with grass also. Hermione turned toward her two friends and reclined on her back across the short direction. Harry walked forward, stood between her spread legs, and dropped to his knees. Ron walked around the table to her head, and stood, waiting. Hermione sat up, gripped Harry's head and pulled it between her thighs. Tentatively, Harry kissed her sex. He extended his tongue, splitting her labia. Her fine pubic hair tickled his nose, her aroma intoxicated him and the taste of her young, fresh flesh filled his mouth. His saliva flowed and he licked slowly up her genitals, savoring her. Meanwhile Hermione lay back on the table, reached up and took Ron's already half-hard member into her mouth. Letting her head fall back over the edge, she lapped the glans with her tongue, soaking it with her saliva, as Harry was doing to her private parts. She nodded and Ron nodded back and pushed forward, sliding his now stiff cock up into her throat. She didn't choke, and Ron wondered if she had cast a spell to allow her to breathe. Probably. Some spells were allowed at the Sabbat, and often used to increase pleasure. Hermione spread her legs wider, giving Harry the opportunity to insert his tongue inside her. He ground his nose against her clitoris, and she moaned with pleasure. Harry was careful to go slowly, letting each experience build on the last, and following Hermione's moves and physically implied directions. After a while she pushed up against his face in little pulses, and he returned to licking and sucking her clit. Her pulsing increased in frequency. Harry pressed his face hard against her as Hermione whimpered and came. Meanwhile Ron was in heaven. His stiff pole was encased in a marvelous warm and wet chamber, with a tongue that licked it and lips that sucked it stiffer. He slowly drew it back, out of Hermione's throat, so she could lick and suck the tip. Hermione kept her hands on the couch. She trusted Ron completely. After a couple of minutes, Ron pushed, returning his erection into her throat. Hermione reached up and carefully squeezed Ron's balls, making him groan with pleasure and incipient ejaculation. Then Hermione pushed him away, out of her mouth. Reluctantly, Ron withdrew. He moved his hands to her slightly swelling breasts. Barely the size of plums when she was standing; they were little more than a layer of soft tissue on her stretched-out chest. He sucked on a nipple and Hermione hugged his head. He moved to the other teat, rubbing the first breast with his hand to keep the nipple erect. Ron was nuzzling her other breast when Hermione came. She shook and shuddered beneath him. She was not a screamer, as some of the other witches obviously were. She huffed and moaned, and relaxed completely when she was done. Ron stood and walked around to the other side of the couch, where Harry was just getting to his feet. Harry leaned over the supine young witch, putting his hands on the bench on each side of her. Dreamily, Hermione reached down to hold Harry's stiff cock, then guided it until it was lodged at her opening. Ron watched as Harry's member slowly disappeared into their friend. His own cock twitched. Harry withdrew just as slowly; his cock now shiny with Hermione's juices, then disappeared more quickly into her. Harry lowered his body over hers, and his cock vanished from view. Ron stood silently as Harry and Hermione hugged. Hermione had a tiny smile play around her lips, expressing nervousness, but some anticipation too. Harry pressed his chest down onto hers, reaching between them to fondle her breasts. His hips were now rhythmically rocking back and forth. Hermione lifted her legs, pressing a calf along each of Harry's thighs. She moved with him, showing him what she wanted and how fast he should go. As they danced, Hermione moved Harry's hips faster and faster, finally grunting when Harry started to pulse inside her. She shifted her thighs up and swung her lower legs over his back, hugging him close. Harry stood up gingerly, as though his muscles hurt, and pulled out of Hermione with a pop. Hermione let out a little cunt fart, due to the air that had been pumped into her by Harry's pistionning prick, and the three friends grinned. She reached out and Ron grasped her hand. As Harry stepped aside, Ron took his place. Ron had gone a trifle limp while waiting, but Hermione's opening was stretched and welcoming, and accepted his heavy member easily. He moved in and out, getting harder with each stroke. Soon he filled her completely. He rocked her hard, shaking her body and modest breasts. She obviously liked it hard, saying "Yes!" every time Ron's pubic bone beat on her clit. Ron looked up to see Professor McGonagall looking on and nodding. She waved her wand in a large circle; and Ron's erection became bigger around. Hermione cried out in surprise and sighed with increased pleasure. Soon, Hermione grabbed him and pulled him to her, hugging him close as she came a second time and Ron exhausted himself into her. They kissed and he stood up. Ron looked around, still dazed from his ejaculation. He had another dance scheduled soon. As he staggered off he saw Neville Longbottom approaching Hermione's couch, closely followed by Dean Thomas, both of them erect and glistening. Neville was more abundantly endowed than his short pudgy body would indicate. As he leaned over Hermione and inserted himself she let out another cry of surprise. Dean seemed satisfied to wait and watch. Shortly thereafter Seamus Finnigan joined the queue behind Dean. "She always was a workaholic," Ron thought to himself. He retrieved his robes from the floor and walked away to the sideboard at the end of the hall to recover and refresh himself. "Dancing is certainly exhausting," he mumbled. The food on the sideboard ranged from roasts meats to cakes, with emphasis on the high-energy sweets. It was going to be a long, hard night. Harry, meanwhile, returned to the Gryffindor circle. He had not yet sung, and when the feeling hit him, it was as though he was filled with a cold white light. His voice carried throughout the hall, his arpeggios stunning, his tone perfect. He was inspired. Afterwards he was elated and new energy surged through his frame. His chest enlarged and his muscles thrummed. "Hi, Ron." Lavender Brown said shyly, turning her naked body on her toes. She held her hands down in front of her, her thumbs touching her pubic bone and her fingers below in a "V" outlining her ready sex. Ron eyed her hungrily. "Hi, yourself Lavender," he said as he dropped his robe and hugged her, his blood racing as the warmth of her body joined his. A veteran now, he walked with her over to a nearby bench. She kissed him, then lowered his head to her breasts. Lavender was much better endowed than Hermione, with round, almost spherical breasts hanging off her chest. She was proud of them, and always wore fitted blouses that showed them off to their best advantage. Ron suckled eagerly, drawing the nipples out. Lavender leaned back onto the bench, hugging Ron's head, keeping his sucking lips tight on her tit. As she lay back, Ron moved to kissing Lavender's ripe body, down her stomach to her sex. Lavender raised her knees, and Ron peered between them. She had obviously had at least one dance already. As she drew in a breath, a small, foamy, white pillow of semen appeared between her pussy lips and dripped down her thigh. Ron kissed it anyway, lapping up her emissions and those of the boy or boys she had already danced with. He licked up and kissed and nipped her clit as he had been taught, and soon she was breathing heavily. Lavender lifted Ron's head and he made a return trip up her slim body, stopping at her lush breasts to renew their excitement, and kissed her mouth for the first time. "Oh, Lavender," he sighed, lamely. "Come now, to work," she whispered, as she reached down and grabbed his firm erection. She seemed surprised at its girth, and grunted a little after she had positioned it and Ron pushed foreword, but she moaned gamely as Ron started pumping in and out. She was extremely well lubricated and although Ron was clearly stretching her, she showed no signs of pain. Soon they were bumping together enthusiastically and, as Ron started shooting, Lavender grasped him and replied with her own pulsations. "Wow!" they said simultaneously. Ron stood up as Lavender drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile Cho Chong had left her house's circle and walked over to the Gryffindor fire. She paused a moment to admire Harry's tight ass and muscular legs before she tapped him on the shoulder. He turned with an absent air, having been caught up in the singing and dance, but as he turned to her, she saw that he was fully erect. Giggling, she grabbed his hand and led him to a couch back in the Ravenclaw area. She sat him down on the couch and climbed beside him on her hands and knees. She lifted one of his hands to her hanging breasts, and lowered her face to his crotch. Harry almost blew when Cho engulfed him in her hot mouth, but the feeling brought him entirely back to earth. He petted her head with one hand, and tweaked her breasts and rubbed down her ass with the other. As she rocked, his fingers slipped between her legs. She was still dry, but when his finger slipped into her, her lubricating fluids flowed. He looked down at her curvaceous body, perfect skin and luxuriant flanks. He was sure she would spend the rest of the night getting as many wizards for her coven as she wanted. "She is certainly pretty enough," he thought. "I wonder if she'll remember me when it's all over?" Cho continued to fellatiate Harry until he whispered to her that he was near cumming. With a growl, Cho quit sucking, licked his cock a couple of times, and turned her rear end to him. He crawled onto the couch and kneeling behind her, lined up and pushed. She was slick and so opened by his finger work that he bottomed out at once. Cho gasped and whimpered. Professor Sprout came by and, intuiting the problem, moved her wand in a small circle. Immediately Cho tightened around Harry. It was as though her insides were massaging him. Harry was in heaven. He had already come once so he felt in control of his ejaculations. He was also looking forward to holding, hugging, rubbing and kissing the most beautiful girl in the room. He leaned forward and plumped Cho's breasts. They were fairly small, but because they were hanging down, they gave Harry a nice two handfuls of tit flesh. His thighs were banging away on Cho's round buns. Cho reached between her legs and pinched her clit. She gasped as she came, and Harry could feel her insides clamping him strongly. After she relaxed, she pulled off of him and rolled onto her back. He returned himself into her and they just lay quietly for a while, kissing, hugging and playing with each other. Finally, a group of Ravenclaw boys walked over to them. "Comon' Harry. Give it to her." one of them said, "You're holding things up." That was enough for Harry Potter. He rolled up on top of Cho, stiffened, pushed as hard as he could and ejaculated wildly, spraying all around her upper vagina. Cho's body stiffened and her arms and legs stretched wide on the couch, coming a second time. Harry, amazingly, stayed erect, still inside her, and came and came and came. "Hey, save some for me." Harry looked up past the group of Ravenclaws to see Parvati Patel, his third dance partner, watching them. Parvati was a small, lithe girl, with coal black hair and smallish breasts. He had heard her singing earlier. She was as beautiful to listen to as she was to look at. He eyed her sex. Her dry thighs showed that she was still undanced with, but her pouting pussy glistened with anticipation. He reached out his hand and let her lead him back to Gryffindor territory. She found an empty bench and laid him down on his back. Grinning, she took his limp, wet member in her mouth and started to lick and suck it. Harry seized her thigh, pulled it toward his head, and she climbed above him, but, as she was lowering her sex to his face, her twin sister Padme climbed onto the couch, grabbed Parvati's bottom, and lifted it up. Padme sat on Harry's face and started working on her sister! Harry spread the globes of Padme's ass, stuck his finger in her asshole, and went to work. Parvati speeded up her mouth work on her sister and Harry slid his tongue into Padme's slit, then up inside her, sucking lightly. Immediately he was rewarded with a download of flavorful, dew-like emissions. As he continued to consume Padme, Parvati started humming. Harry's member soon returned to its former engorged state. Parvati was breathing heavily now. She could only lick and suck the upper half of Harry's cock, it was so big and her mouth so small. Harry noticed that Padme's flows increased and her rump was moving excitedly around, wetting his face. With a cry of near despair Parvati levered herself up, quickly turned around, raised her body up on her knees, guided Harry beneath her, and lowered herself on Harry's erection. She sighed as it sunk out of sight then leaned forward with her eyes closed and kissed Padme on her cunt-lathered mouth. Harry stopped working on Padme. She was already soaking wet. Parvati kissed her sister hard and started moving up and down on Harry. She moved quickly, almost franticly. Harry thought he would fall out, she was moving so fast, but every time it seemed he would leave, she rotated her hips, found him, and returned him inside. Finally, she sat down hard, engulfing him entirely and rotated her hips one more time. With a wild cry, Parvati came. Her insides caressed Harry's cock and immediately he started cumming himself, with a similar cry and a feeling of enormous relief. Harry reached up to pull Parvati to him, but she escaped, standing up and stepping aside. His pulsing cock stopped! It just stood there dripping. With a wild howl, Padme spun and lowered herself onto it, then hugged Harry's sides as it started up again and they pumped together, writhing and crying. With a raspy breath, Padme rose off of Harry's chest. As she sat, with him still inside her and erratic pulses from one or the other of them occurring from time to time, she kissed her sister and stood up. "But, what..." Harry began. Parvati put her fingers on his mouth. "It's happens sometimes," she said, "although two high priestesses rarely agree for long." "We'll make it work," her sister promised. Harry stood up, gave them each a hug and went to find his robes. Ron watched Harry walking toward him. He followed Harry over to the refreshments. "So, how was it?" he asked Harry. "Brilliant," Harry replied, "but I'm all fagged out." "Me, too," Ron said. "Don't know how the girls do it." "Just built better, I guess." Harry said chewing on a carrot stick. After some food Harry grabbed a butterbeer, and they went to find Hermione. She was still on her couch, with what looked like a fifth year on top of her, pumping away. "Hi, Harry. Hi, Ron," she said looking up at them. This is Daniel." Daniel raised himself up on one arm and nodded to them. "Want a butterbeer?" Harry asked, holding out the bottle. "Thanks." Hermione grasped the bottle, put it to her lips, took some into her mouth, held it for a second, and swallowed it with notable relish. "As soon as Daniel is done, I'll take a bathroom break and then we can talk." "How many have you done, Hermione?" Ron asked. Harry blushed. "Daniel is my eighth. I have 15 on my card, but it's getting late. I may not get to them all." "Fifteen is a lot. You'll be sore tomorrow." "I expect I will, but I can't wait to feel my new powers, or to start my coven." With a moan, Daniel stopped moving, pressed close and performed. Hermione's eyes went wide. Her mouth formed an "o" and her faced flushed and she started breathing heavily. She lifted the boy's chin so she could look him in the eye. "Why, thank you, Daniel," she murmured. "You bet, Hermione. Thank you." He pulled out and staggered away. "Be right back!" Hermione smiled and turned away from them. She stepped gingerly over to her robes, put them on and left the room. "I thought covens were limited to thirteen." "No, thirteen is the optimal number, but they can be larger or smaller. Hermione will be able to choose just twelve members from her fifteen candidates if she wants." "How many females?" "Just the high priestess, initially. If a witch wants to join another witch's coven, she has to dance with all the wizards. Most won't do that until they come of age. In the meantime they can establish their own coven's rituals and teachings, at their own speed and under their own control." "So we are now in Hermione's coven?" "Yeah, and I'm in Lavender's too." "And I'm in Cho's and in Parvati's and Padme's." "Yeah, but they're in total charge. They'll call on you if they want you. They are the high priestesses. They make all the rules." "I heard that Dumbledore said they gave up some powers by dancing with us." "Yeah. The first is that they must dance with us any time we ask them." "Oh," Harry said, picturing himself back in Cho's or Parvati's, or Padme's arms, and in their other parts. "That's not too bad." "The second is common to all members. They must help each other in any way they can, including fighting to the death to protect the High Priestess." "But what if two members of the coven don't like each other? I don't even know this Daniel guy." "Me neither, but he was Hermione's choice. If we can't live with it, we'll have to leave the coven. You have a year and a day to decide if you want to stay. After that you can only leave if the high priestess lets you." They looked up as Hermione returned. She had brushed her hair and the smell of sex was gone. "What time is it?" Harry looked at the water clock on the wall. "Nearly three AM." She squinted at her dance card. "Good, that gives me a little over half an hour. Some of my dances didn't last as long as I thought." They walked back to the sideboard. Hermione heaped her plate and began eating voraciously. "We'll," Ron thought to himself, "her work so far has been prodigious, and she isn't done yet." Harry and Ron also helped themselves, then the three friends walked about the room, watching the action. They walked by Katy Bell who was lying with her legs in the air and what looked like every member of every Quiddich team at the school standing in line, except Harry and Ron. "I think she is obsessed," Hermione said. With a shrug, they walked on. They stopped when they heard a sob. "But I don't want them. I don't like them." Pansy Parkinson was crouching on a bench, naked, her hands rubbing her eyes. Draco Malfoy was standing beside her. "You have to, Pansy, you danced with me, now you have to dance with them." "Why?" the shaking girl complained. "I wanted you, but I don't want them. They'll ruin everything." "No, they won't. I'll make sure they don't. You do want me in your coven, don't you?" "Of course, Draco, that's why I danced with you." Pansy was drying her eyes. "Then dance with them. I command you." "Oh, Draco," the silly girl sobbed, but nodded, "all right." She handed him her dance card and he carried it over to Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, who signed their names. "Can't we stop them?" Harry whispered as Crabb and Goyle approached Pansy's couch. "We're too late," Hermione replied. "She said yes and they signed her card." "Oh, oh, oh," Pansy cried as the two large boys approached. They lifted her into the air. "This is rape!" Harry thought, but he looked on in silence. Pansy flopped around between the two male bodies. They were both kneeling on the bench, holding her small frame in the air. Every few minutes they moved it, either flipping her over or turning her around. When they did, her arms and head flailed around as though she were unconscious. As the three friends watch in horror, the young witch was forced to dance with the two boys alternately, with no control over what was happening. Back and forth, around and around, while Malfoy watched. Crabbe would enter her, move in and out a few times, then turn her over to Goyle. Back and forth, in and out. Pansy looked around with wide eyes. She acted as if she couldn't understand what was happening. Goyle was the first to come, while Crabb held the back of Pansy's head against his chest, with his forearms under her armpits and his pudgy hands squeezing her small breasts. "Oh, oh, oh, Gregory, no" Pansy cried again looking down in horror as Goyle emptied himself into her. "No, no, I can't. I...," she cried as she was flipped around and Goyle grabbed her shoulders. Crabb threw her legs up over his shoulders and Pansy started crying as he entered her again. His large hands held her hips as he pulled her to him, once, twice... several dozen times after which he held her close and grunted out his satisfaction. She cried the whole time. He pulled her off and they left her curled on the couch, sobbing. Malfoy, who had watched the whole event with obvious glee, walked up to her, leaned down and said "It's for the best, Pansy. Believe me." Disgusted, Harry and his friends turned to go, Hermione turning off to reclaim her bench. "That was sick," Harry said. "Yeah," Ron replied. "Why didn't she just say 'No'? It's her coven, after all." "And now she is stuck with them." "Well, no, she can tell them to leave. But with Malfoy around, I doubt she has the nerve." "We should tell Snape." "Harry, it not a House problem. This is her personal responsibility. She has to handle it herself." As they walked, Harry saw Hannah Abbott in conversation with the Head of Hupplepuff, Professor Sprout. As Ron and Harry approached the sideboard, Hanna turned and looked Ron up and down. Ron reddened, but smiled back at her. "Well, Ron Weasley, I heard..." She seemed to change her mind. "Would you care to dance?" Ron nodded sheepishly as he signed her card. As she led him away, he turned back to Harry and shrugged. Harry waved him off, then thought again, "Should I tell Professor Sprout about Pansy?" He shook his head. The foolish girl. It was too late now. Harry finished another butterbeer. Feeling rejuvenated, he headed back toward the Gryffindor fire. He dropped his robes and rejoined the circle, returning to an ecstatic state. After a couple more hours, when many revelers had already left, someone tapped his shoulder. "I did it," she said. "All fifteen." "Congratulations, Hermione." "Thanks, but I was wondering," she looked down shyly, "Want to have another go?" Harry nodded, his member swelled and rose. As they walked back to her bench Harry looked down at her. "You know, Hermione," he said conversationally as she lay down and he slid himself into her, "being a wizard has its rewards." "So does being a witch, Harry," she said, "So does being a witch." END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 60