Harry Potter, Porn Star: Orgy-rific!!

A/N--Continued by popular demand. They're still not mine, and I still mean no offense.


Harry glanced at the scoreboard. Good, Gryffindor was down exactly 150 points. Time to catch the snitch. Putting on a burst of speed, he flew past Malfoy and within seconds was holding the fluttering little ball in his fist.

Spinning around in midair, he turned to Malfoy and quirked one brow, licking his lips as allowed his gaze to rake over his stunningly attractive rival. “What do you do for a tie?” he asked, pitching his voice so that only Malfoy would hear him.

“Well, with a tie, you get to bring a friend,” Malfoy said with a smirk, enjoying the way Harry’s Quidditch leathers moulded to his muscular frame.

Harry just grinned and winked before getting swept away by the rest of his team, gleaming silver eyes tracking his every movement.

~*~

“Seamus, hurry up!” Harry hissed, the sounds of the party in the Common Room growing more and more subdued. He was close to leaving without his Irish friend, impatient and horny.

“There,” Seamus said, smoothing his hands over the black leather trousers that appeared painted onto his rounded arse. “I’m ready.”

“Honestly, Seamus, I don’t know why you’re so concerned about what you’re wearing. It’s not like you’ll be wearing them long,” Harry pointed out, rolling his eyes.

“Presentation, my dear friend. It’s all about the presentation of the goods. One day I’ll get you out of those baggy trousers and you won’t be able to hold them off.”

“Them? Them who?”

“Whoever! Students will be rioting in the halls over your luscious body, don’t think they won’t. Now, how are we getting down there? And do you have the password?”

“We’re to meet an escort in front of the doors to the Great Hall.”

Little more was said before they approached the massive doors. Looking around, Harry was surprised and disappointed to see the entrance deserted. “Fuck!” he grumbled, raking a hand through his hair.

“Language, Mr Potter.”

Harry stiffened in alarm at that voice and turned slowly, dreading what he knew was coming next.

“Follow me,” was all Snape said, surprising and confusing both Gryffindor boys.

Looking at each other with identical expressions of indecision, they jumped when Snape stopped and barked out, “Now, you idiots! I don’t have all evening and I would prefer not to be seen escorting you through the halls.”

Shrugging, Harry strode quickly after his Professor, relieved when Seamus caught up with him. At least he wouldn’t be entering the snake pit alone.

He and Seamus stayed a respectful distance back as Snape whispered the password to the Slytherin Common Room, entering behind the man as he motioned for them to follow. Stopping behind a statue in the entrance when Snape quietly directed them to, they listened as he ordered all students below fifth year to bed. Not one student grumbled; Snape’s control over his House was absolute.

Harry stepped out from behind the statue when Snape turned to spear him with an impatient glance. “The only reason I’m allowing this, Potter,” the irascible man stated, “is because the thought of you being reamed by Slytherins is oddly amusing to me. Do not do anything stupid and make sure you are back in your dorms before dawn. Do I make myself clear?” he asked.

Harry nodded, barely paying attention as his gaze strayed toward the twenty or so students still lounging about the Common Room, snagging on Malfoy’s head tilted toward Zabini as the blond leaned in to say something to the beautifully exotic boy.

“Potter!” Snape growled, causing him to snap his eyes back and nod his head.

“Yeah, dorms before dawn, nothing stupid. Got it.”

Snape rolled his eyes and left, which was apparently the signal for clothes to fly.

Harry nearly lost track of Seamus under a flood of Slytherin girls as they stepped down into the Common Room. “Be gentle with him, ladies,” he called with a wicked grin. “His virginal body might not be able to keep up with you all.”

Seamus’ raucous laughter was the last sound he heard from the boy for several hours, though the sighs, moans, and outright screams of pleasure the girls made would be bouncing of the walls for quite some time.

“Potter,” a deep voice spoke into his ear as his arms were pulled behind him. “So glad you could make it. Your little arse was delectable last night.”

Harry chuckled breathlessly and melted back against a tall, thickly muscled body. “That was you then, Crabbe? You’ll have to let me return the favour tonight.” He pushed his arse back into a delightfully obvious arousal, using his hands, still pulled tightly behind him, to grip the meaty hips of his captor. A thrill went through him and his eyes slid shut as the other boy growled low in his ear.

“Why are you still dressed, Potter? Don’t they teach you Gryffindors any manners?”

Harry opened lust-filled eyes to see Malfoy standing in front of him, flanked by Nott and Zabini. “If you don’t like what I’m wearing,” he said, gasping as Crabbe bit at his neck, “why don’t you do something about it, Malfoy?” He tried to inject a note of challenge in his voice, but realised with a flash of humour that it instead came out thready and needy.

His mouth parted and he licked his lips as Zabini stepped up to him and, with a sneer, began ripping at his clothes. A moan escaped him at the deliciously forceful treatment and he allowed his head to fall back against Crabbe’s shoulder when Zabini roughly gripped his cock.

“Boys, since Potter is our guest this evening, I think we should allow him to choose who he gets to fuck first. After all, we wouldn’t want anyone to think our hospitality was lacking, would we?” Malfoy said, moving closer so that by the time he finished, his words were ghosting over Harry’s sensitive ears.

Harry’s breath hitched when Malfoy’s tongue traced delicately over the shell of his ear, and he felt his body start to tremble with undisguised lust. Harry could barely think to form a coherent response at this point. He lost the ability altogether when a tongue swiped over his nipple. With a hoarse shout, he began to struggle against the hands holding his arms. “Want…touch…” he gasped.

Crabbe simply made a negative sound and tightened his grip, enjoying the way Harry’s hips were undulating against him as Zabini wanked him from the front. “Such a sweet little bitch,” he murmured darkly in the ear Malfoy wasn’t suckling. “You wanna be my little whore, Harry?”

Zabini’s voice hissed then, “I haven’t given you permission to have a whore, Vincent. Do I need to tie you to the foot of the bed tonight, to help you remember your place?”

Harry whimpered at the images that sprang to his head at that.

“Ohh,” Zabini said, squeezing Harry’s cock as it leapt in his hand. “I think our Mr Potter has a bit of a kinky streak. He likes to tie up little boys, don’t you, Potter?”

“Nothing…mmm…little…about…ohhh, gods, Malfoy, yeah…Crabbe,” Harry gasped out. “As for kinky…shit! Who?… Gods, Nott, that nipple is attached!…umm, where was I?”

“Being kinky,” Malfoy said, darting his tongue into Harry’s ear.

“Mmm, yeah…okay…kinky…sure, Malfoy. Whatever you want,” Harry moaned, losing all track of the conversation. [A/N: And why are they talking anyway? MUCH more interesting things they could be doing with their mouths, yeah?]

Harry, unable to take anymore of the delicious torture, turned his head and bit at Malfoy’s lip, licking at the other boy’s mouth and straining his neck toward him. He felt Zabini shift in front of him and then his cock had full, soft lips surrounding him and sucking him off in quite the most brilliant way ever.

Crabbe continued to pump his hips against Harry’s, but as passion began to overwhelm him, his hold on Harry’s arms loosened, allowing Harry to pull them free and put them to work elsewhere. Harry grabbed two cocks with his recently freed hands, one Malfoy’s, the other someone else’s, he wasn’t quite sure whose. Nott, maybe?

Pulling back from Malfoys lips enough to speak, he suggested, “A bed would be ever so much more comfortable, don’t you think?”

“Mmmm, in a minute, Potter…just let me…” Malfoy gasped when Harry’s hand spasmed around him, caused by something Zabini did to Harry’s cock.

Harry couldn’t stop himself from letting go of the other boy’s cock then—not Malfoy’s, the other boy’s—and gripping the back of Zabini’s head so he could fuck into that gorgeous mouth properly. A growl and a nip at his chest let him know the other boy—whose cock he had just had in his hand—didn’t appreciate him letting go, but Harry was past caring.

Within moments, the anticipation of the day caught up to him and he was spurting down Zabini’s throat. A few seconds later, Crabbe grabbed his hips to hump against him as he, too, lost control and came all over Harry’s lower back and arse. Harry dropped to his knees and tried to take Malfoy into his mouth, but the other boy pushed him back.

“No, Potter, I want another shot at that tight little arse of yours before someone else gets there this time. I think it’s time to go find that bed you were so eager for. Zabini, would you like to join us? Nott, go take care of Goyle.” With a snap of his fingers, the other Slytherins were moving and Harry and Zabini followed Malfoy up the stairs to the Slytherin boy’s dorm…

TBC

A/N--Don't forget to leave a review. As someone pointed out, I'm quite the unrepentant review whore. And the muse needs feeding, so let me know if you all want me to continue with the dirty, trashy little orgies or switch to a threesome. And don't worry about Seamus. Pansy and the rest are taking very good care of him. *wink*