Sisters of the Dark Moon

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Sisters of the Dark Moon

The five Slytherin boys lounged outside in the courtyard of Hogwarts on a warm Friday night in September, bored out of their minds. School had started only a week ago and since tomorrow was Saturday, they felt no pressure to study or even look at a single parchment of homework. Summer was making its last stand as the day had been extremely warm and now the evening was just as uncomfortable.

Shirt sleeves rolled up and ties off, the boys tried to cool themselves in any way possible.

“What do you want to do tonight?” Crabbe asked the group in general.

“Fuck if I know,” Draco answered. “All I know is that I don’t want to be in that stuffy dungeon watching the first years have their stupid flavored ice party.”

“Ice does sound good, though,” Blaise commented from his position against a wall.

“Conjure some up, Zabini,” Theodore said.

“Yeah, I think…” Blaise began to say but was cut off by the quick hushing motion of Draco’s arm.

“Shh…” Draco hissed. They all grew quiet as they heard a gaggle of girls walking by and whispering excitedly to each other. The girls were on the other side of the courtyard and didn’t even look their way as they hurried off down a path towards the lake.

“Gryffindors,” muttered Blaise in disappointment.

“Yeah, Mudblood and Company,” said Goyle.

“Wonder where they’re going off to in the dark?” Draco mused. “Looks like they’re up to something.”

“Let’s go check it out,” Crabbe suggested.

Draco shrugged. “I guess there’s nothing else to do. Might as well have some laughs.”

The boys got up and discreetly followed the girls at a distance. There was no moon tonight, which helped to hide them and they follow the sound of the girls’ voices and the lit tips of the wands the Gryffindors held up. The girls kept walking on a path that led around the lake and the boys were beginning to think that it was all they were going to do, just walk and gossip.

“This is fucking pointless,” Goyle complained. “They’re just out walking.”

“Where did you think they were going, Vincent? To Hagrid’s hut to blow him?” Blaise laughed quietly.

“Yeah, he’d probably need all of their mouths on him at the same time to even cover half of his huge cock,” Theodore laughed. “Hey, look, they’re leaving the path.”

Their eyes followed the lit wand tips as they went off towards the forest. They were well away from Hogwarts now and the boys began to suspect that the girls were indeed up to something. “Shh…,” Draco whispered when they reached the point in which the girls had veered off. “They might have stopped in the forest, so shut the fuck up and walk carefully.”

“It’s so fucking dark,” Crabbe complained.

“I said shut it!” hissed Draco.

It wasn’t dark for long, however, as they approached the trees and saw the flash of fire spring to life in the middle of a small clearing. The girls had lit a fire and were standing in a circle around it.

The Slytherin boys ducked down behind a fallen tree and peered carefully over the top, watching the strange proceedings. In the light of the fire they could now see which girls had come. From their year there was Granger, Brown, and Patil. There were also four seventh year girls and six fifth year girls including Ginny Weasley, Gryffindors all.

Granger seemed to be their spokesperson as she took one step forward and said, “Sisters of the Dark Moon, tonight we gather to take our journey into the Underworld and speak with our ancestors. Are you willing?”

The girls all said, “yes,” in unison.

“Approach the Guardians and Elementals as a daughter of nature,” Hermione said. Each girl pulled off her robe and to the boys’ delight they were completely naked.

“Fuck!” Theodore hissed in surprised.

“Shh…” Draco said, hitting him on the arm.

The boys stared lustily at the thirteen naked girls, their luscious curves gleaming in the firelight.

Hermione held up her wand and walked around the girls, casting a luminescent blue circle around the whole group and chanting, “A circle is cast.”

Then they all turned towards the East, giving the boys a view of their backsides as they held up their arms and chanted, “Grandmothers and Grandfathers of the East, bring insight and honesty and join us in our sacred circle. Sylphs of the air and of play, join us in our sacred circle. Hail and welcome.”

They then turned to the South and said, “Crones and Sages of the South, bring passion and energy and join us in our sacred circle. Salamanders of the fire and flame, join us in our sacred circle. Hail and welcome.”

The boys ducked quickly behind the log as the girls all turned in their direction and chanted, “Ancient Ones of the West, bring all emotion and join us in our sacred circle. Undines of the ocean and pond, join us in our sacred circle. Hail and welcome.”

The boys knew that the girls were now facing North, so they dared to peek over the log again. “Aged Ones of the North, bring wisdom and silence and join us in our sacred circle. Gnomes, diggers of the ground and the soul, join us in our sacred circle.”

Then the Gryffindor girls all turned towards the fire again and said, “Queen of the Heavens and Queen of the Underworld, she who mourns and she who guards our fears, join us in our sacred circle. Hail and welcome.”

“Dark Lord of Death, he who guards the darkness of death and guards our terrors, join us in our sacred circle. Hail and welcome.”

All was now quiet as the girls shut their eyes and waited. The Slytherins swallowed in anticipation as a breeze blew in and shook the branches of the trees around the clearing. The girls kept their eyes shut and began smiling as the breeze caressed their hot skin and moans of pleasure began to come from their mouths.

The boys were frozen to their spots, hardly daring to move or even breathe. They were beautiful, every last one of them as they swayed and began to caress their own bodies. They resembled wild, pagan goddesses as they began to sensually dance around the fire. Hands reached out to each other, touching and caressing as they danced by one another.

Draco just about came in his trousers when he saw Hermione slink up to Parvati and run her hands softly over Parvati’s breasts as she leaned in for a kiss. All the other girls were embracing each other as well, petting and kissing, going from one to another.

Crabbe shifted uncomfortably as his erection grew painful and a twig snapped under his clumsy foot. The boys froze in place, pulses pounding as the girls all stopped moving and looked in their direction.

Hermione picked up her wand from the ground and took a step in their direction, squinting into the darkness. “Who dares to disturb our sacred ritual?” she called out.

The hand of each Slytherin was now making its way to their wands in their pockets, wondering if there would be any possible way to leave unnoticed. The boys nervously glanced at Draco, depending on his leadership in all matters they were unsure of. But before any of the boys could decide what to do, Hermione shouted, “Imperio!”

Then she said, “Show yourselves.”

The Slytherin boys no longer had any free will to make their own decisions and their bodies automatically stood up and revealed them to the gaping and horrified girls.

“Give me your wands,” Hermione ordered. All five of them walked out from behind the fallen tree and up to the completely naked witch who was holding out her hand.

“Damn you, Granger,” Draco said as he gave her his wand. The boys stood still as the girls circled around them, talking excitedly to each other. It struck Draco as odd that none of them seemed concerned with their nudity. They stood there as if it were completely natural to be naked in front of five boys.

“You know that curse is illegal,” Theodore commented. “You’re in big fucking trouble, Granger, you and your passel of dykes.”

The girls all laughed and then Ginny said, “We’re not dykes you ignorant fool. This is a nature ritual.”

Lavender Brown sauntered up to Blaise and looked him over. “Well, girls, I think we won’t have to celebrate our bodies with just each other tonight. Tonight we can christen the ground with the fluids of the Gods.” She ran a lazy finger tip up the hard bulge in the front of Blaise’s trousers and the sexy Italian sucked in a ragged breath.

“You won’t get away with this,” Draco sneered. Goyle and Crabbe just stared at the girls dumbly. They obviously weren’t too upset by the thought of naked girls having their way with them.

“Oh, yes,” Hermione smiled triumphantly, “we will. We’ll just obliviate you when we are through.” She looked Malfoy up and down and said, “Strip, all of you.” The boys had to comply with everything she said while they were under the Imperious Curse and they began to remove their clothing.

“Looks like our night won’t be so boring after all,” Crabbe commented.

“Stupid ass,” Draco cursed at his friend while he unfastened his own trousers and kicked them off his legs followed by his boxers. “They could make you fuck Goyle.”

Goyle got a look of fright on his face. Hermione laughed and said, “Don’t worry. We have no desire to see you fucking each other. There are thirteen of us and five of you so I expect that you’ll be too busy pleasuring us girls.”

“You don’t need this fucking curse to have me, ladies,” Blaise said. “I’ll willingly join your little gang bang in exchange for secrecy.”

“Sorry, Zabini,” Hermione said as she ogled his perfect body and magnificent cock. “I have to keep control of this situation. It’s the only way we’ll truly have secrecy. We can’t trust Slytherins. Now lay down, all of you.”

“Aw fuck,” said Crabbe as he got down on the ground. “I’m going to get fucked by a bunch of girls and I won’t even get to remember it. That fucking sucks.”

Hermione smiled down at Draco and then stepped over his head, kneeling down and straddling his face. She looked into his eyes for a moment as she said, “Suck my cunt, Malfoy. And you better be good at it. No one gets the better of The Sisters of the Dark Moon.”

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Draco was having a dream, a disturbing dream which made him spring to a sitting position on his bed and shout, “No!” He was sweating and panting as if he had just ran miles and he looked about his dorm room in disoriented wonder before he finally realized that he was dreaming. His head ached, hell even his body ached, and he wondered if he was ill. When he looked down and saw he was still dressed in his school uniform and it was rumpled and dirty, the memories of what happened last night came flooding back at him.

His head whipped around to all his roommates asleep on their beds. Every one of them had slept in their uniforms on top of their covers and they, too, were dirty and disheveled. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Draco cursed, “Those fucking bitches!” Theodore moved drowsily on his bed at the sound of Draco’s voice and mumbled, “Shut up, Malfoy. I want to sleep.”

It was mid morning already and Draco sat with his hands fisted in his hair, remembering all that the girls had done to them. He jumped out of bed and kicked at Goyle’s mattress. “Get up, damn it!” he yelled. “All of you!”

Blaise rolled over and squinted at Draco. “It’s Saturday, leave us alone.”

“You’re all fucking idiots!” Draco continued to yell. “We were raped last night and you all are fucking sleeping like it didn’t happen!”

Now this got their attention and one by one the boys pushed up on their elbows and turned their heads towards Draco.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Blaise grumped. “Who raped us?”

“Those fucking cunts, the Gryffindor girls, remember?” Draco said as if Blaise was stupid.

They all stared at Draco for a moment and then they began laughing and putting their heads back down on their pillows. “You must have had some dream last night, my friend,” Blaise laughed. “Go back to sleep.”

“Oh yeah? It was just a dream, huh?” Draco said. “Then why the hell are you all still dressed and sleeping on top of your covers? Why are we all dirty with fucking leaves stuck in our hair?” Draco reached down and pulled a small leaf out of Goyle’s head along with some of his hairs.

“Ouch!” Goyle said, giving Draco a dirty look. “That fucking hurt.”

The boys now began to look down at their clothing and at each other. It was true! They all looked like they had been rolling around on the forest floor. Their growing confusion had them sitting up and looking at Draco as he paced the floor.

“What the fuck?” Theodore said, pulling a leaf from his own hair.

“Don’t you remem…,” Draco turned to yell at him but stopped when he realized something else. “Oh… oh… fucking yeah… I remember now,” Draco said. “They obliviated us! They put us under the Imperius Curse, raped us over and over, and then obliviated us!”

“Do you realize how stupid that sounds?” Blaise said. “Gryffindor girls raping us? Come on, Draco! If that is your idea of some kind of joke…”

“It’s not a joke, Blaise!” Draco insisted. “It really happened.”

“Then how come you remember it?” Crabbe asked.

Draco sat down on his bed, putting his head in his hands and moaned, “I don’t know. I remember Granger oblivating us one by one and then sending us off to bed. But it didn’t fucking work on me for long because I remember everything this morning.” Then Draco looked at his hand and another realization hit him.

“It was my ring,” he said. “This ring my father gave me.” He held up his hand for them to see the shiny black stone set in silver. “It protects against any magic that violates your memories. He gave it to me to prevent anyone from reading my thoughts and memories. I suppose it also protected me when Granger tried to take my memories away.”

He looked around at the stunned faces watching him. None of them knew what to think or say. Finally Theodore said, “It’s obvious something happened to us, but rape? I’m sorry, but I think that if a bunch of girls wanted to fuck me, I wouldn’t protest too much.” The other boys nodded in agreement and Draco looked at them as if they had lost their minds.

“What!” he snapped. “I don’t believe this! They had us sucking and fucking them for hours, even that filthy mudblood! I think we should tell Dumbledore about his precious Gryffindors and their fucking sex coven. We could get them all expelled for good.”

“Sex coven?” Blaise smiled. “Damn! I had no idea the Gryffindor girls were so kinky. I think I have a whole new respect for them. But I do wish they had let me remember it. How many girls did we fuck?”

“Yeah, who did I fuck?” Goyle asked with a smile. “I hope I was good.”

“I hope I pounded that Weasley bitch,” Theodore laughed. “Maybe they’ll all be walking funny this morning.”

Draco sprang up off his bed again. “I don’t fucking believe you guys! You don’t care that we were forced?”

The others looked at each other and shrugged, shaking their heads.

“Who the hell would believe it anyways, Draco?” Blaise asked. “Do you think they’ll believe five Slytherin boys over the angelic Gryffindor girls? Hell, I even hardly believe it!”

“Hey, Draco,” Crabbe said, “which of us fucked Granger?”

Draco let out a sigh of exasperation and plopped back down on his bed, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. “None of you get it, do you?” he said dismally. “They bested us last night. They made us the weak ones, like fucking slaves. Don’t you have any pride?”

“Did they make us do other things, like stick twigs up our ass or something embarrassing?” Theodore asked.

Draco shook his head in defeat. “No,” he said. “It was all just sex.”

Theodore shrugged and said, “Then what’s the problem? Those Gryffindor girls probably couldn’t get the limp pricks in their own house to please them, so they wanted some Slytherin snakes. Makes sense to me. Everyone knows we get more pussy than anyone else at this school.”

“Are you going to tell us who we fucked or not?” Crabbe asked, getting impatient for answers.

Draco shook his head at the irony of it all. They were right. No one would ever believe that Gryffindor girls would perform illegal curses and rape guys. Those bitches could deny it with just one word and Dumbledore would believe them completely. Everyone would believe them. The fucking Sisters of the Dark Moon! Yeah, he remembered what they called themselves. He remembered all of it. Well, if no one would punish them for this then Draco decided he would have to find a way to get back at them. There was no way he was going to let Granger get away with what she did! No one tells a Malfoy what to do.

He looked at Crabbe, who was still waiting for names, and said, “You know, Vincent, I think we should all just keep this to ourselves. Like Blaise said, no one would believe us. Let’s let them believe that they have successfully oblivated us and got away with it. For now, anyway. Then we’ll find a way to have some payback,” Draco grinned deviously.

“What do you have in mind?” Blaise asked.

“I don’t know yet,” Draco answered. “But you can bet it’s going to be good, for us at least.”

They all chuckled and spent the next two hours in the room as Draco recounted every detail he could remember.

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A/N It’s a bit of a dark fic, but that’s just the mood I’m in currently. I don’t condone rape at all in real life in case anyone is offended by this fiction. It’s simply that: fiction.
I wanted to show another side of the Gryffindor girls because I guess I’m not in the mood for anything goody-two-shoes. I always enjoy fictions where Hermione has a dark side to her and a secret one at that.

If you’re disappointed that you didn’t get to know all that went on that night, well just wait. I’m planning to do it in flashbacks during the upcoming chapters as Draco remembers things when he sees the girls he did them with.

Well, let me know if you’d like more of this Slytherin boys vs. Gryffindor girls fiction. Thanks!