The Lust of Gryffindors

Chapter Two: Lust and Worry

Suddenly Katie's hand was inside his trousers and fondling him. He completely forgot about the amorous scene below them.

Her forehead remained against his, and she stared into his eyes. "Anything you want, Harry. This is just two quidditch buddies having some fun together. You're in control, alright?"

"Yeah." The situation was already taking its toll on his vocabulary.

She undid his belt with her free hand. A moment later his trousers slid down his thighs, leaving him in boxers. Katie glanced down at the results of her work.

"You're too big to come out of those. Want to take them off?"

She stepped away and watched him. He took that as a sign that he should undress himself. He self-consciously lowered his boxers to the ground. He wasn't sure what to do about his shirt and tie, so he left them.

He looked up to see her staring between his legs with a pleased grin. She stepped closer and looked down at his cock.

"I'm impressed, Harry."

She gave him the faintest squeeze, and he almost forgot to breathe. It didn't seem possible that she was touching him like this. She kneaded him with her hand, exploring his dimensions. Her hand slipped lower to his balls and she gently squeezed them.

"Does that feel good?" she whispered.

"Yeah," he managed to say. There was already a desperate ache building in his abdomen. The lust he had seen on display below them had almost undone him long before now. She stroked him tenderly, her touch so light it was maddening.

She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, her eyes never leaving his. For the first time he noticed how vividly green they were, not unlike his. His breath started coming faster and she looked down at his swollen cock.

"Go ahead. We've got all night and we can do whatever you want."

Her words overcame his control. She gripped him harder, her soft hand sliding along his flesh, and he panted as his cock pulsed in her hand. She pointed him toward her skirt and never took her eyes off his. He fought to keep them open as he spurted over and over, each one feeling more blissful than the last. She coaxed out the last of his release with her thumb and he finally closed his eyes.

Katie looked down at her coated hand and the mess he had made of her skirt. Her smile grew until she laughed. "Merlin, Harry. That was a lot."

"Er, sorry."

She pecked him on the lips. "It was a compliment. Do you want to go over to the bed now?"

He looked around the darkened room. "What bed?"

She tilted her head at a deep red curtain on the back side of the room. "There's a bed behind there. It doesn't get much use, but it's perfect for a bit of privacy."

"Sure." He already knew he would do anything she wanted.

"Do you want to undress me or just watch?"

"Watch," he replied quickly. He had wanted to see Katie Bell nude for years now. She and Angelina were particularly free about showing glimpses of flesh in the quidditch locker room, even if no one pranced around nude.

"You like to watch, don't you? We busted you so many times, and you didn't even know it."

"Sorry."

"No need to apologize. You can look all you want now. Just answer one question for me."

"What's that?"

"Did you ever wank in the showers, thinking about us? We joked about it all last year. I had to talk Angelina out of spying on you in there."

There was no point in being shy at this point, he supposed, even if her question made him feel like a pervert. "All the time."

She laughed. "I knew it."

She removed the scarlet and gold tie on her uniform and tossed it at him. Harry watched her every move breathlessly. She unbuttoned her white blouse next, giving him a view of the toned stomach and white bra beneath. Her uniform stockings and skirt soon disappeared, and she was finally standing before him only in her bra and panties.

"There's the look I've seen in the locker room for the last two years. Ready for everything?"

"You have no idea, Katie." He was growing hard again just from her teasing.

She reached behind her back and undid her bra, then dropped it onto the floor, displaying her breasts to him. He stared at them, enthralled. She looked down and examined them herself. They were very small, with hard pink nipples, but they suited her lithe, athletic body perfectly.

"They're not very big," she said, squeezing them together, "but I like them and they get the job done."

"They're beautiful."

She smiled and lowered her panties to the floor, and his gaze found a new target. Though the lighting was dim, he could see a small patch of black hair crowning a pair of lips that he had only imagined in his dreams.

She stepped closer to him. "You can touch me all you want, but you're still overdressed."

She loosened his tie, and he helped her by unbuttoning his shirt. He was soon as naked as she was. She grabbed his hand and led him to the curtains. She parted them and pulled him onto a huge bed that had been hidden from view. A pair of sconces on the walls lit up, but the bed was still bathed in shadows.

She lay down, reclining on her side, and he followed suit. She ran a hand slowly along his chest, admiring the hair that had just begun to show itself. "Let's just explore, okay? No pressure."

He took her at her word and let his hands roam across her. Her skin was soft but her body firm, perfected by hours of quidditch. He gently squeezed her little breasts. Hard pink nipples pressed into his palms. He glanced at her face, found her smiling, and rubbed them gently between his fingers. They grew longer and harder, and she pulled him into a kiss.

When his hands reached her belly, she opened a leg for him, giving him access to everything. He slowly slid his hand between her legs until he was cupping her. She breathed out softly and her kiss became more aggressive.

He palmed her swollen lips, amazed at the warmth of her body. His fingers reached out hesitantly and found even more heat, and a wetness that coated him instantly. A finger slipped inside her, and she deepened their kiss. He marveled at the softness of her flesh, never having imagined something so warm and inviting. He slid a second finger inside her and she moaned.

She bucked her hips subtly against his fingers. "That's it. Stroke me inside, like you would yourself," she whispered.

He gently twisted his fingers, exploring her, and was shocked at how tightly her body gripped him.

"Rub my clit, back and forth," she said urgently. "You've got me really worked up."

Harry teased the little strip of flesh with his thumb. It seemed to grow harder under his attention. He pressed against it and she closed her eyes, her breath coming quicker with each caress.

"That's it. Just like that."

He tried to memorize every second of this experience. It took very little time for her to begin panting and pressing her hips into his hand. She opened her legs wider. He pressed his fingers inside her as far as they could go and she made a noise he had never heard from her. Her silky walls clamped down on his fingers and he stared into her face as she came, mesmerized by what he was doing to her.

She breathed in deeply after she was finished, then lay back on the bed, her black hair fanning out around her. He gently removed his fingers from her and stared at them. They were sticky and slick with her juices.

"It doesn't take me very long, and you had me soaking wet already," she said with a grin. She noticed his interest in his fingers. "Go ahead and smell them. You know you want to."

"Er, it's okay?"

"It's fine."

He sniffed his fingers hesitantly. Then he breathed in deeply. It was a scent he had never encountered before—a bit like spring trees in bloom. She laughed at the look on his face and pressed his fingers against his nose, marking him.

"You'll be smelling me for hours now."

"I like it."

"Good."

She looked down at his erection. "Looks like you're ready to burst again."

She reached between his legs and began stroking him. Still in shock over what he had just done to her, he wished he could slow down time and savor the moment longer. No sooner had he processed one sensation than she presented him with another.

"What else do you want to do?" she asked casually. "I've got an essay to write, but we've got at least an hour."

"Anything you want."

She poked him in the chest. "You're in charge here, Harry. I don't want you to feel like I'm taking advantage."

When he didn't respond, mostly because he didn't have the experience to voice his desires, she leaned over and whispered in his ear. "We're just two friends having fun. Do you want me to suck your cock? Do you want to go down on me? Do you want to have sex?"

"Sex," he answered instantly. He wanted to know what it felt like to be inside her more than anything in the world.

"You're sure? We don't have to do that if you're not ready."

"I'm sure."

She smiled and lay down on her back. "You're on top then. You can control the pace."

Feeling as though he were in a dream, Harry moved on top of her, resting his weight on his arms so he didn't crush her. She spread her legs wide and then leaned forward and kissed him lustily. She reached for his cock. She tugged on it, drawing him closer, and rubbed it against her clit for a moment. Then she pushed it lower, until he rested against her lips.

"Guide yourself in. Use one hand to—yes, just like that. Merlin, that feels good."

Harry followed her lead and rubbed the head of his cock along her wet folds, pressing it against her, but not quite sure how to find his way inside her.

"Lower," she whispered. "That's it. Keep going."

His head slipped inside her. It was the softest, warmest, wettest sensation he had ever felt. She sighed below him and rested her hands on his flanks.

"You're in. Go slow. Don't focus on me. Just enjoy it. You won't last long, and that's fine."

Harry felt harder than he had ever been in his life. His belly quivered in anticipation. He began moving slowly within her, pressing into her as far as he could go before withdrawing. Her walls squeezed him tightly, not wanting to let him go. He had never imagined something could feel so good.

"Oh, Merlin," he breathed.

Katie rested her hands on his hips and pulled him forward when he thrusted. "That feels so good, Harry. Perfect."

He had no idea afterwards how long he lasted. It could have been one minute; it could have been ten. He was too lost in the sensation of moving in and out of her, the soft friction too much to bear.

The only thing he remembered clearly was the moment of finishing inside her.

"Almost there," he panted, trying to delay the inevitable as long as possible. He knew the next stroke would do him in.

"Let it go. I want to feel it," she said breathlessly, rubbing her clit as he penetrated her.

He thrust himself deep inside her and groaned. He reveled in the feeling of spurting deep within her, imagining himself to be filling her with his release. For one intense moment, it felt like they shared one body between them.

His arms were shaking as he finished. He had been supporting his own weight the entire time, and apparently he needed to get in better shape. He wanted to roll off her, but she was still panting beneath him and rubbing herself.

"Leave it in," she said, her eyes closed. "I'm almost there."

Harry watched her face and heaving chest as she played with her clit. Even with his softening cock he could feel it when her powerful contractions squeezed him. She panted in time with them until she too felt sated.

He collapsed on the bed next to her in relief. He hadn't been aware that you needed to be in shape to have vigorous sex. His lower back, ass, and arms almost felt like he had been working out.

They lay for a moment entwined, his body leaning against hers and her hand running lazily through his hair.

"You haven't said much tonight," she ventured. "Are you alright?"

"More than alright. This has been the best night of my life. I'm just in shock, I think."

She laughed. "Good. You had me worried I was moving too fast. I don't want to scare you away."

"You couldn't do that if you tried."

"All that you imagined then?"

"You have no idea," he said with a huge smile. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. We can do this again if you join, whenever you want. I know Angelina wants a piece of you too if you're interested."

"She does?"

"Harry, you're so oblivious it's almost funny. Every girl in the club will want to be with you, and not because you're a celebrity."

"Oh."

"So do you want to join, or do you need some time to think about it?"

"I want to join," he said, giving it no thought at all. He would have done anything she asked of him right now, basking in the wake of such bliss.

She laughed. "Thought you might. We can give you a proper introduction to the group on Friday night. Almost everyone should be there, so you'll get a lot of attention."

"They're not going to shun me because of the tournament?"

"No. And if they do, Angelina will crack some skulls, and so will the twins. But it will be fine. You can say a few words about it if you want. They just need a chance to get to know you. You've always been so closed off."

"I believe you. I just can't quite believe this place is real."

"Believe it. It's not for everybody, but I think you'll like it."

"And it's just for Gryffindors?"

"Yep. Well, mostly. We're pretty sure the other houses have something similar, but we don't know who's officially a part of them. People can hint though. I know Roger Davies is part of Ravenclaw's group. There are visitors here sometimes, but it's rare, and they have to sign the same oath. Most of the inter-house stuff happens elsewhere, in old classrooms or the prefects' bath."

"I had no idea any of this was happening."

"You've been in a cocoon," she said. "I hope you're ready to come out of it."

She twisted his wrist to look at his watch. "We've still got some time. Do you want me to teach you how to use your tongue?"

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Harry walked around in a daze the next day. His angst over the tournament had been replaced by shock and awe: shock that an honest-to-God sex club existed within Gryffindor House, and awe that he had just lost his virginity to Katie Bell.

He felt a strange compulsion to talk with someone about what had happened, though he knew he couldn't. Even without the contracts, there was no one he could really talk to. His godfather might already know about the Pride, if it had existed in his day. He had already heard several stories about Sirius Black's wild school days. But Sirius was far away from the British Isles, accessible only by international owl, and Harry wasn't certain if he could even mention the club to a possible former member. Did the contract cover that?

He could barely concentrate during classes. When Flitwick asked him a question, he had needed to repeat it three times before Harry was even aware someone was speaking to him. He had cast surreptitious glances at Dean, Parvati, and Lavender during the day, and at his quidditch teammates at dinner. So far no one was looking at him differently.

The only indication that someone might know was when he accidentally made eye contact with Parvati. She had winked at him, but that might have just been playfulness. The girl was already a notorious flirt. He could only imagine what she would be like in the club.

It was now Thursday night, and Katie had said she would introduce him to The Lion's Pride on Friday. He could barely control his anticipation. His stomach clenched every time he thought about it. He could almost smell Katie on him, a faint musky odor that caught him off guard when he breathed it in. He got hard every time he caught a whiff of it.

The idea that the club could be a sanctuary for him was too tempting to resist. Of course, casual sex with a variety of people was a major draw too—but a secret club, consisting of students other than Ron and Hermione, who would get to know him intimately—that might change everything about his Hogwarts experience. There was just one problem.

He was currently walking toward the library to meet that problem: Hermione.

He hadn't considered the consequences of the contract until he realized he couldn't tell her about it. Even if he could, he wasn't certain if he should. He had never had a conversation with her about sex. Or even dating. He had never seen her giggle with other girls or give appreciative glances to any guys. For all he knew, she might believe sex to be disgusting.

What would she think of him for wanting to be a part of this? He had forgotten to ask Katie whether they planned to approach Hermione, but somehow he doubted it.

She was his most trusted and loyal friend. She had proven it over and over, risking her life for him every single year. His unwilling entry into the tournament proved beyond doubt that he could trust her to support him, come what may. Could he be a part of this club and not tell her? Would such a secret count as a betrayal?

The enormity of the problem weighed him down as he entered the library and made his way towards Hermione's table. He turned the corner and, as expected, saw her surrounded by a small mountain of books that was taller than her bushy hair.

She looked up when he approached. "There you are," she said. "I was about to send out a search party."

"Sorry. I've been a bit distracted today."

She looked at him sympathetically. "Ron will come around. You know how he gets."

Harry wasn't so certain about Ron this time. He had been grumpy and inconsolable since he failed to make the Gryffindor quidditch team, but McLaggen had simply outplayed him. Now with the tournament disaster, his jealousy had exploded into the open. He had caused three ugly scenes already, one of them in public, and Harry wasn't in the forgiving mood.

"We'll see. What's all this stuff?" he asked, gesturing at the piles of books surrounding her.

"I've been researching the tournament," she said worriedly. "Harry—it's very, very dangerous. People have died. All the contestants died the last time they held it. I know they said it was supposed to be safer now, but…"

"That thought doesn't fill me with confidence, Hermione."

She winced. "Sorry. I just want you to know what you're up against. Historically, the first task tests your daring, which usually means facing off against a dangerous magical creature. They're usually four-X, but sometimes they're five-X. Let's hope they're not insane, because—well, basilisks and chimaeras and dementors are five-X."

"I can handle dementors, but something tells me my luck's not that good. All these books are for the tournament?"

"Mostly. I'm compiling a list of essential spells for you to learn. Things that can be used in combat, or against creatures. Things that are taken for granted for seventh years, like summoning and banishing and shields and so on. This is going to be difficult, but I'll be right there with you. I'll learn them too."

He sighed and looked at all the books. She had clearly been doing this for hours, neglecting her own studies. She was proving once again that she would do anything in her power to help him. Only six months ago she had literally turned back time and jumped on the back of a hippogriff, all to solve a problem that wasn't, strictly speaking, hers.

He had to find a way to tell her. Keeping such a large secret would be as good as a lie, and he couldn't do that to her. Even if he could, she would wonder where he disappeared to when he visited the club. She would probably want to study or train every night.

Harry stared at her as she perused two books at once. One finger was used as a place holder as her heard swiveled back and forth, taking in information at a pace he could never manage. He couldn't imagine Hermione partaking in what he had witnessed last night. He couldn't even imagine talking to her about it.

His heart sank at the realization. No matter what he did, his friendship with her was going to change if he became part of The Lion's Pride. If he told her the truth, she might be appalled. Even if she didn't abandon him, she might drift away from him, unable to share a new part of his life. An invisible wall would spring up between them, and slowly it would erode the intimacy of their friendship. But if he didn't tell her, he couldn't live with himself.

He might have to back out, he realized, no matter what he had said to Katie. He could live without sex. He couldn't live without Hermione's friendship.

Angelina was an authority within the club, according to Katie. He would have to approach her tomorrow night and hope she had a solution.

"Thank you, Hermione," he said, startling her out of her reading.

She looked up and smiled. "Of course, Harry."

"No, I mean it. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I wouldn't survive this place without you. Just, thank you—for everything."

She glowed under his praise, surprised at his earnestness. "You're very welcome."

He smiled back. "So what are we learning first?"

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Author's Note: New chapters will probably come out every couple weeks from now on. Thanks for reading, and reviews are welcome.