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All Hallows Eve
The design, construction and furbishment of the new auror department, as well as the complete remodelling of the entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic took only four months to complete. Draco outdid himself in his proposals, and very little was changed by the aurors. It also came in under budget by a hundred-thousand galleons. The planning department were green with envy when the Minister himself requested Draco to look at a few other departments and see if improvements could be made.
The new department was ten metres away from the apparation point, the reason for the move in the first place; but the additions Draco had put in were a real bonus to the aurors – and their finances.
Through a separate door to the department entrance was the aurors’ favourite aspect of the new department: the 25m pool and fully equipped gymnasium (muggle equipment organised through Arthur Weasley’s tinkering) – complete with a spellsafe (™, patent pending) duelling arena where the aurors could practice in safety. The pool was free to the aurors and their families, but any other patrons could pay ten sickles to use it after hours. The gym had an annual membership fee of twenty-four galleons. As the only recreational exercise location in wizarding Britain, the custom was huge, and the aurors had to hire full time lifeguards and a receptionist to take money at the door.
A professional duelling club set up camp in the specially designed arena; the containment spell withheld all hexes and curses fired within a protective bubble – any hitting the edges of the confinement were instantly dissipated and rendered harmless. It was a complex bit of spellwork, but the combination of Hermione, Lucius and Draco had pulled it off – they were just waiting for the patent office to put their collective names on it. Unfortunately, one of the Monday morning meetings had ‘upset’ the patent office, and they were dragging their heels in revenge.
The official unveiling would be held on the 31st of October: Halloween, and fancy dress was mandatory. And, trying to prove themselves worthy, the planning department would be organising the catering, entertainment and transport home. They’d also decided that there would be a prize for the best male and female costume.
***
“Ah ca nuh ssssay anyfin wi thesssse teef in.” Harry said after putting in his fake teeth. His Dracula costume looked fantastic on his toned figure, but the teeth were a bitch. Lucius had raided the storage boxes that contained the clothes that no longer fitted due to his enhanced physique, and they had found a cape, waistcoat and frilly shirt that fitted Harry perfectly. The ribbon and medallion were actually Harry’s order of Merlin medal.
Ginny, dressed as Dracula’s bride couldn’t help laughing at Harry’s magic-induced teething problems. “Awww, poor baby vampire – are his little teethies causing ickle problems?” she simpered, snickering.
“Bugah ooof.” He said, smiling and flashing the impressive knashers; they promptly fell out, Ginny and Harry’s seeker reflexes grabbing them simultaneously.
“Yuck! They’re slimy!” she complained, letting go.
“You’ve had hold of worse than a set of fake teeth! You didn’t say that was yuck!”
“I think I said: ‘Is that the best design Mother Nature could come up with? It isn’t very pretty’.” Ginny replied with a giggle, before dashing around the sofa in the ripped wedding dress; her vampire chasing after her.
“Children, when you’ve finished playing catch, are we going to floo to the ministry?” Jess said sat on the sofa the couple were busy running around.
“Yeah – I just want to get a smidge of revenge on my wife…” Harry said with an evil grin.
“Oh, is that what it’s called these days?” Hermione said, apparating into the Potter’s living room.
Ginny stopped to greet her friend, and promptly fell to the floor in giggles as Harry’s fingers attacked her ribs mercilessly.
“Hey, ‘Mione.” Jess said, ignoring the two vampires on the floor and moving to hug her friend. “Are we leaving these two here and going without them?”
“We’re coming.” Harry said, wheezing.
The party of four stepped into the fireplace and arrived at the ministry in the comforting feel of the green flames.
***
“Dare we leave our cloaks with the planning department’s cloakroom, last time they got everyone rather mixed up.” Harry said in a stage whisper.
“But Harry, pink was sooooooo your colour.” Said Dave, dressed as a griffin.
“Fuh ooof.” He said, trying to speak around the teeth.
“I vote for shrinking the cloaks and shoving them in a handy pocket.” Jess said.
“This dress doesn’t have any pockets.” Hermione said, removing her cloak to reveal a miniscule, handkerchief cut, forest green dress that left very little to imagination. Her partial animagus form provided her with a set of beautiful, translucent wings that began between her shoulder blades and ended at her knees. Vines of ivy caressed her almost bare legs and arms, and her hair had been transfigured green. A little crown of jewel flowers completed the appearance of a Wood Nymph Princess.
“Nope, definitely hasn’t got pockets.” Harry said, hugging his good friend. Ron had been a twit to two-time her, but realistically it wouldn’t have lasted between them; however, things were still a little rocky between them, even after four years. Molly had definitely had her sights set on Hermione as a daughter-in-law.
Jess removed her cape to reveal a slinky black silk dress and a pair of stunningly beautiful blue butterfly wings, giving her the appearance of the Ulysses Butterfly. A headband had a pair of antennae on it, and they bobbled of their own accord to the music playing.
“Oh wow! You look amazing!” Hermione cried, moving to hug her friend.
“Yeah, but not as good as yours, my wings are shop bought, yours are real.” Jess said, shrinking her cloak and returning her wand to her generous cleavage.
The aurors gradually all arrived, Matthew dressed as Julius Cesar; he had officially retired, but still worked part time. Kingsley was dressed as Robin Hood, the seams on his green tights not remotely straight, and his arrows tipped with little red suckers, rather than sharp points.
Amadeus, the much hated accountants seeker, adulterer and heartbreaker sauntered over to Jess. Little bat wings were fixed to the back of his plain black dress shirt, his pinstripe trousers gave him the impression of ridiculously thin legs.
“So, your date stand you up?” he said with a sly grin (that he obviously thought charming).
“No, he did not.” Said a smooth voice from behind him. Amadeus turned to stare at the chest of Draco Malfoy dressed as a devil, in blood red trousers, waistcoat, horns, flicking tail, black knee boots… and nothing else.
“Hey Draco.” Jess said, moving to hug him, her hand caressing his taught backside. “These are tight…” she purred.
“Tell me about it – they’re a tad uncomfortable… I might be a little sore later, love.” Draco said, completely ignoring the twit of an accountant he wanted to strangle. He deserved so much more for how he’d treated his girlfriend in the past.
Malfoys were very protective – and Amadeus was very close to finding out just how protective they were, especially as he couldn’t keep his beady eyes away from Jess’s cleavage.
Jess moved onto tiptoes before whispering: “I’ll kiss it better later, make it feel happy again.”
“Trust me, ‘happy’ isn’t a problem around you.” He chuckled. The Minister caught his eye and made a beeline for him, dragging the butterfly and demon away to converse with others wanting offices and homes designing by the young Malfoy.
“What about you, Hermione, where’s your escort for the evening?” the accountant asked, sidling up to her and moving to place an arm around her shoulders. Harry stepped behind the nymph and unceremoniously pulled Hermione’s wand out from between her breasts so she didn’t render the accountant into a pile of smouldering ash. It wasn’t often Harry had to disarm his friend, but sometimes it was a necessity… though, he couldn’t stop her wandless magic.
“He’s about somewhere, getting drinks, I think?” she replied, not flinching as Harry confiscated her wand. She could hex the prat trying to grope her without it anyway – just not with as much creativity.
““The dragonfly and the bat… Care to ditch him and take off with a vampire bat?” he said in the same ‘suggestive’ voice, pointing at the tiny wings on his back (all the voice actually suggested was that he smoked his pipe too often during the day).
“She already has one.” Came a growl from behind him. Once again, the accountant turned and met a Malfoy dead in the chest – this time the senior version. Lucius looked particularly formidable, wearing a tight, black cotton tee shirt (without back) and tight leather trousers. The large, scaled ears on his head twitched as he stared down at the runt of a wizard, his hair remaining tied back in the long leather thong. The most impressive part of Lucius’s costume were the leathery wings falling from his arms and over his back. His partial dragon animagus form made for a spectacular vampire bat.
“Hang on a minute – what did you mean with dragonfly?” Hermione asked, taking Lucius’s hand (she couldn’t take his arm, for obvious reasons).
“Dragonfly, the wings, your animagus form…” he trailed off, looking at Harry’s facial expression that barely contained the smirk.
“May I give you a little advice?” Lucius said, a small smile gracing his lips, “If you chose to open a conversation with a woman by discussing her animagus form – actually know what her form is first.”
“You aren’t a dragonfly?” Amadeus said, feigning indifference over his embarrassment.
“No, I’m a preying mantis.” Hermione chuckled, flicking the wings on her back.
Dave sidled up to the cocky accountant before speaking, “A bit of a man-eater, that one. You’d be eaten for breakfast!”
***
Later on in the evening, after the various speeches from Hermione, Draco and the Minister, the music hit the speakers that had been installed around the room. White Christmas wasn’t the best choice for a party where the cheap booze had given the drinkers a desire to revel in something with a beat.
“Steve, got your MP3?” Harry asked, moving to half of the twins.
“Always, gotta love Arthur Weasley and his tinkering! How’s he doing with the laptap thingy?”
“Laptop, erm, not good – it started to type rude words, then it grew teeth and bit his hand.” Harry whispered, not wishing any disrespect on the nearest thing he had to a Father. Harry shot a conspiring look at his Father-in-law before accepting the wiz-pod from the twin. (They had to rename them, as the wizarding community were convinced the musical devices were powered by eyes. Thus the i-pod, became the wiz-pod; and exclusively marketed by the Weasley corporation.)
Before long, Arthur had hacked into the sound system and attached the rock-loving Steve’s MP3 player to the speakers; Harry added spells to stop the planning department removing it.
Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Hard Rock Hallelujah!
The saints are crippled
On this sinners\' night
Lost are the lambs with no guiding light
The walls come down like thunder
The rocks about to roll
It\'s the arockalypse
Now bare your soul
The planning department had provided a nice parquet dance floor for nice, smooth, sensible ballroom dancing, not the violent mosh pit it suddenly became. Wizard and witch, old and young were seduced by the muggle music and throbbing beat; and the aurors took this opportunity to let their hair down.
All we need is lightning
With power and light
Striking down the prophets of FALSE
As the moon is rising
Give us the sign
Now let us rise up in awe
Rock \'n roll angels bring the Hard Rock Hallelujah
Demons and angels all in one have arrived
Rock \'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
In God\'s creation supernatural high
Narcissa had spent the evening trying to catch Lucius’s eye, her demure Grecian dress giving her the air of elevated class she no longer had. She had almost seen green with envy when she noticed the witch half his age holding his hand – not to mention the evocative and revealing outfit she wore! Narcissa was clueless as to how many men would kill to be Lucius when the dancing began.
Sensible ballroom was completely thrown out of the window when the two Malfoy men took their winged partners to the dance floor. Their dancing went beyond suggestive; hips were too close, the ladies practically riding the thighs placed between their legs – and what was worse was that the men were the same! But everything was perfectly fine when Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter joined in the fray – their dance moves just as erotic (probably just as well, as Harry couldn’t dance for love nor money – but the ‘bedroom tango’ was something he had become rather proficient in).
The true believers
Thou shall be saved
Brothers and sisters, keep stronging the faith.
On the day of Rockoning
It\'s who dares, wins
You will see the jokers soon\'ll be the new kings
All we need is lightning
With power and light
Striking down the prophets of FALSE
As the moon is rising
Give us the sign
Now let us rise up in awe
The Minister even attempted the moves, however, the bulge of his pregnant wife didn’t allow for such closeness; though it didn’t stop them wiggling and gyrating like the other partygoers. Many shy or demure ladies and gentlemen were collected by the single, circulating aurors and encouraged to dance in a slightly less erotic fashion. Rita Skeeter found herself in the grip of Kingsley, and actually put her acid quill away and stopped recording the gossip.
Rock \'n roll angels bring the Hard Rock Hallelujah
Demons and angels all in one have arrived
Rock \'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
In God\'s creation supernatural high
Wings on my back
I got horns on my head
My fangs are sharp
And my eyes are red
Not quite an angel
Or the one that fell
Now choose to join us or go straight to Hell
Lucius’s winged arms raised up to the lyrics, the still vivid dark mark standing out against his ivory skin. Hermione looked about her before spreading the six foot transparent wing span, fluttering the translucent, shimmering appendages. Grabbing the strip of leather holding Lucius’s long hair, she turned, her back to his chest; her bottom to his groin; and continued the blatant bump and grind. Lucius’s arms fell at this sensation, long fingers gently gripping her hips as their moves became more heated.
Not far away, Draco had his head buried into Jess’s shoulder, nobody would be the wiser as she stroked, licked and played with his ear; however, a sneaky little spell transferred each touch, caress, kiss and tongue flick straight to his dick. Combined with the sensation of their bodies pressed so close, their new relationship and the pulsation of the music, and he was embarrassingly close to spilling. He whispered the same spell himself before returning the same sweet torture on her neck; beneath her hair, nobody saw.
Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Hard Rock Yeah!
Rock \'n roll angels bring the Hard Rock Hallelujah
Demons and angels all in one have arrived
Rock \'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
In God\'s creation supernatural high
Hard Rock Hallelujah!
The new department was ten metres away from the apparation point, the reason for the move in the first place; but the additions Draco had put in were a real bonus to the aurors – and their finances.
Through a separate door to the department entrance was the aurors’ favourite aspect of the new department: the 25m pool and fully equipped gymnasium (muggle equipment organised through Arthur Weasley’s tinkering) – complete with a spellsafe (™, patent pending) duelling arena where the aurors could practice in safety. The pool was free to the aurors and their families, but any other patrons could pay ten sickles to use it after hours. The gym had an annual membership fee of twenty-four galleons. As the only recreational exercise location in wizarding Britain, the custom was huge, and the aurors had to hire full time lifeguards and a receptionist to take money at the door.
A professional duelling club set up camp in the specially designed arena; the containment spell withheld all hexes and curses fired within a protective bubble – any hitting the edges of the confinement were instantly dissipated and rendered harmless. It was a complex bit of spellwork, but the combination of Hermione, Lucius and Draco had pulled it off – they were just waiting for the patent office to put their collective names on it. Unfortunately, one of the Monday morning meetings had ‘upset’ the patent office, and they were dragging their heels in revenge.
The official unveiling would be held on the 31st of October: Halloween, and fancy dress was mandatory. And, trying to prove themselves worthy, the planning department would be organising the catering, entertainment and transport home. They’d also decided that there would be a prize for the best male and female costume.
***
“Ah ca nuh ssssay anyfin wi thesssse teef in.” Harry said after putting in his fake teeth. His Dracula costume looked fantastic on his toned figure, but the teeth were a bitch. Lucius had raided the storage boxes that contained the clothes that no longer fitted due to his enhanced physique, and they had found a cape, waistcoat and frilly shirt that fitted Harry perfectly. The ribbon and medallion were actually Harry’s order of Merlin medal.
Ginny, dressed as Dracula’s bride couldn’t help laughing at Harry’s magic-induced teething problems. “Awww, poor baby vampire – are his little teethies causing ickle problems?” she simpered, snickering.
“Bugah ooof.” He said, smiling and flashing the impressive knashers; they promptly fell out, Ginny and Harry’s seeker reflexes grabbing them simultaneously.
“Yuck! They’re slimy!” she complained, letting go.
“You’ve had hold of worse than a set of fake teeth! You didn’t say that was yuck!”
“I think I said: ‘Is that the best design Mother Nature could come up with? It isn’t very pretty’.” Ginny replied with a giggle, before dashing around the sofa in the ripped wedding dress; her vampire chasing after her.
“Children, when you’ve finished playing catch, are we going to floo to the ministry?” Jess said sat on the sofa the couple were busy running around.
“Yeah – I just want to get a smidge of revenge on my wife…” Harry said with an evil grin.
“Oh, is that what it’s called these days?” Hermione said, apparating into the Potter’s living room.
Ginny stopped to greet her friend, and promptly fell to the floor in giggles as Harry’s fingers attacked her ribs mercilessly.
“Hey, ‘Mione.” Jess said, ignoring the two vampires on the floor and moving to hug her friend. “Are we leaving these two here and going without them?”
“We’re coming.” Harry said, wheezing.
The party of four stepped into the fireplace and arrived at the ministry in the comforting feel of the green flames.
***
“Dare we leave our cloaks with the planning department’s cloakroom, last time they got everyone rather mixed up.” Harry said in a stage whisper.
“But Harry, pink was sooooooo your colour.” Said Dave, dressed as a griffin.
“Fuh ooof.” He said, trying to speak around the teeth.
“I vote for shrinking the cloaks and shoving them in a handy pocket.” Jess said.
“This dress doesn’t have any pockets.” Hermione said, removing her cloak to reveal a miniscule, handkerchief cut, forest green dress that left very little to imagination. Her partial animagus form provided her with a set of beautiful, translucent wings that began between her shoulder blades and ended at her knees. Vines of ivy caressed her almost bare legs and arms, and her hair had been transfigured green. A little crown of jewel flowers completed the appearance of a Wood Nymph Princess.
“Nope, definitely hasn’t got pockets.” Harry said, hugging his good friend. Ron had been a twit to two-time her, but realistically it wouldn’t have lasted between them; however, things were still a little rocky between them, even after four years. Molly had definitely had her sights set on Hermione as a daughter-in-law.
Jess removed her cape to reveal a slinky black silk dress and a pair of stunningly beautiful blue butterfly wings, giving her the appearance of the Ulysses Butterfly. A headband had a pair of antennae on it, and they bobbled of their own accord to the music playing.
“Oh wow! You look amazing!” Hermione cried, moving to hug her friend.
“Yeah, but not as good as yours, my wings are shop bought, yours are real.” Jess said, shrinking her cloak and returning her wand to her generous cleavage.
The aurors gradually all arrived, Matthew dressed as Julius Cesar; he had officially retired, but still worked part time. Kingsley was dressed as Robin Hood, the seams on his green tights not remotely straight, and his arrows tipped with little red suckers, rather than sharp points.
Amadeus, the much hated accountants seeker, adulterer and heartbreaker sauntered over to Jess. Little bat wings were fixed to the back of his plain black dress shirt, his pinstripe trousers gave him the impression of ridiculously thin legs.
“So, your date stand you up?” he said with a sly grin (that he obviously thought charming).
“No, he did not.” Said a smooth voice from behind him. Amadeus turned to stare at the chest of Draco Malfoy dressed as a devil, in blood red trousers, waistcoat, horns, flicking tail, black knee boots… and nothing else.
“Hey Draco.” Jess said, moving to hug him, her hand caressing his taught backside. “These are tight…” she purred.
“Tell me about it – they’re a tad uncomfortable… I might be a little sore later, love.” Draco said, completely ignoring the twit of an accountant he wanted to strangle. He deserved so much more for how he’d treated his girlfriend in the past.
Malfoys were very protective – and Amadeus was very close to finding out just how protective they were, especially as he couldn’t keep his beady eyes away from Jess’s cleavage.
Jess moved onto tiptoes before whispering: “I’ll kiss it better later, make it feel happy again.”
“Trust me, ‘happy’ isn’t a problem around you.” He chuckled. The Minister caught his eye and made a beeline for him, dragging the butterfly and demon away to converse with others wanting offices and homes designing by the young Malfoy.
“What about you, Hermione, where’s your escort for the evening?” the accountant asked, sidling up to her and moving to place an arm around her shoulders. Harry stepped behind the nymph and unceremoniously pulled Hermione’s wand out from between her breasts so she didn’t render the accountant into a pile of smouldering ash. It wasn’t often Harry had to disarm his friend, but sometimes it was a necessity… though, he couldn’t stop her wandless magic.
“He’s about somewhere, getting drinks, I think?” she replied, not flinching as Harry confiscated her wand. She could hex the prat trying to grope her without it anyway – just not with as much creativity.
““The dragonfly and the bat… Care to ditch him and take off with a vampire bat?” he said in the same ‘suggestive’ voice, pointing at the tiny wings on his back (all the voice actually suggested was that he smoked his pipe too often during the day).
“She already has one.” Came a growl from behind him. Once again, the accountant turned and met a Malfoy dead in the chest – this time the senior version. Lucius looked particularly formidable, wearing a tight, black cotton tee shirt (without back) and tight leather trousers. The large, scaled ears on his head twitched as he stared down at the runt of a wizard, his hair remaining tied back in the long leather thong. The most impressive part of Lucius’s costume were the leathery wings falling from his arms and over his back. His partial dragon animagus form made for a spectacular vampire bat.
“Hang on a minute – what did you mean with dragonfly?” Hermione asked, taking Lucius’s hand (she couldn’t take his arm, for obvious reasons).
“Dragonfly, the wings, your animagus form…” he trailed off, looking at Harry’s facial expression that barely contained the smirk.
“May I give you a little advice?” Lucius said, a small smile gracing his lips, “If you chose to open a conversation with a woman by discussing her animagus form – actually know what her form is first.”
“You aren’t a dragonfly?” Amadeus said, feigning indifference over his embarrassment.
“No, I’m a preying mantis.” Hermione chuckled, flicking the wings on her back.
Dave sidled up to the cocky accountant before speaking, “A bit of a man-eater, that one. You’d be eaten for breakfast!”
***
Later on in the evening, after the various speeches from Hermione, Draco and the Minister, the music hit the speakers that had been installed around the room. White Christmas wasn’t the best choice for a party where the cheap booze had given the drinkers a desire to revel in something with a beat.
“Steve, got your MP3?” Harry asked, moving to half of the twins.
“Always, gotta love Arthur Weasley and his tinkering! How’s he doing with the laptap thingy?”
“Laptop, erm, not good – it started to type rude words, then it grew teeth and bit his hand.” Harry whispered, not wishing any disrespect on the nearest thing he had to a Father. Harry shot a conspiring look at his Father-in-law before accepting the wiz-pod from the twin. (They had to rename them, as the wizarding community were convinced the musical devices were powered by eyes. Thus the i-pod, became the wiz-pod; and exclusively marketed by the Weasley corporation.)
Before long, Arthur had hacked into the sound system and attached the rock-loving Steve’s MP3 player to the speakers; Harry added spells to stop the planning department removing it.
Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Hard Rock Hallelujah!
The saints are crippled
On this sinners\' night
Lost are the lambs with no guiding light
The walls come down like thunder
The rocks about to roll
It\'s the arockalypse
Now bare your soul
The planning department had provided a nice parquet dance floor for nice, smooth, sensible ballroom dancing, not the violent mosh pit it suddenly became. Wizard and witch, old and young were seduced by the muggle music and throbbing beat; and the aurors took this opportunity to let their hair down.
All we need is lightning
With power and light
Striking down the prophets of FALSE
As the moon is rising
Give us the sign
Now let us rise up in awe
Rock \'n roll angels bring the Hard Rock Hallelujah
Demons and angels all in one have arrived
Rock \'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
In God\'s creation supernatural high
Narcissa had spent the evening trying to catch Lucius’s eye, her demure Grecian dress giving her the air of elevated class she no longer had. She had almost seen green with envy when she noticed the witch half his age holding his hand – not to mention the evocative and revealing outfit she wore! Narcissa was clueless as to how many men would kill to be Lucius when the dancing began.
Sensible ballroom was completely thrown out of the window when the two Malfoy men took their winged partners to the dance floor. Their dancing went beyond suggestive; hips were too close, the ladies practically riding the thighs placed between their legs – and what was worse was that the men were the same! But everything was perfectly fine when Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter joined in the fray – their dance moves just as erotic (probably just as well, as Harry couldn’t dance for love nor money – but the ‘bedroom tango’ was something he had become rather proficient in).
The true believers
Thou shall be saved
Brothers and sisters, keep stronging the faith.
On the day of Rockoning
It\'s who dares, wins
You will see the jokers soon\'ll be the new kings
All we need is lightning
With power and light
Striking down the prophets of FALSE
As the moon is rising
Give us the sign
Now let us rise up in awe
The Minister even attempted the moves, however, the bulge of his pregnant wife didn’t allow for such closeness; though it didn’t stop them wiggling and gyrating like the other partygoers. Many shy or demure ladies and gentlemen were collected by the single, circulating aurors and encouraged to dance in a slightly less erotic fashion. Rita Skeeter found herself in the grip of Kingsley, and actually put her acid quill away and stopped recording the gossip.
Rock \'n roll angels bring the Hard Rock Hallelujah
Demons and angels all in one have arrived
Rock \'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
In God\'s creation supernatural high
Wings on my back
I got horns on my head
My fangs are sharp
And my eyes are red
Not quite an angel
Or the one that fell
Now choose to join us or go straight to Hell
Lucius’s winged arms raised up to the lyrics, the still vivid dark mark standing out against his ivory skin. Hermione looked about her before spreading the six foot transparent wing span, fluttering the translucent, shimmering appendages. Grabbing the strip of leather holding Lucius’s long hair, she turned, her back to his chest; her bottom to his groin; and continued the blatant bump and grind. Lucius’s arms fell at this sensation, long fingers gently gripping her hips as their moves became more heated.
Not far away, Draco had his head buried into Jess’s shoulder, nobody would be the wiser as she stroked, licked and played with his ear; however, a sneaky little spell transferred each touch, caress, kiss and tongue flick straight to his dick. Combined with the sensation of their bodies pressed so close, their new relationship and the pulsation of the music, and he was embarrassingly close to spilling. He whispered the same spell himself before returning the same sweet torture on her neck; beneath her hair, nobody saw.
Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Hard Rock Yeah!
Rock \'n roll angels bring the Hard Rock Hallelujah
Demons and angels all in one have arrived
Rock \'n roll angels bring that Hard Rock Hallelujah
In God\'s creation supernatural high
Hard Rock Hallelujah!