The Hogwarts Ho

Chapter 2: Shall We Orgy?


I was surprised; okay he’s gonna give me a detention in his dungeon office tonight, on the first day of the term. Tears welled up in my eyes and I know I am embarrassing myself in front of this scary, greasy, heartless potion master, the head of Slytherin House. However, he did not say anything I was expecting to hear from his thin pale lips.

“Something is wrong with you tonight. What’s going on?”

“Nothing is going on with me, professor.”

I lied, but he must’ve caught that my voice was trembling.

“Come to my office with me now, I want to talk to you.’

He pulled my arm.

“NO!” I rather screamed it than saying it.

His eyebrows were raised up to the sky and his eyes were flashing like thunder. His grab on my arm was getting tighter and his long hard fingers were digging into my flesh.

“No, I’m sorry professor Snape, but please let me go back to the dormitory now, please.”

Perhaps he saw tears streaming down to my cheeks; his face got a bit softened.
He sighed,

“Alright, I will let you go this time, but if you are being rude again, I will give you and the rest of the Elles a week’s detention in my office. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, professor, I am sorry.” Said I, with a relief.

“Where were you?! Nina was about to go looking for you!”

Mary Jane was looking livid in the bedroom, still in the school uniform.

“Ugh...I just escaped from Snape now…” and I launched on the explanation, except the part I broke down in front of him and me being a house elf in The Leaky Cauldron.

“Look, there’s something really wrong with you, Dinah. You look pale like a werewolf before the full moon, and you don’t eat dinner, you don’t join in the conversation and all, what the heck is going on with you? You can tell me anything and you know that!”

Mary Jane was getting upset.

“I just…don’t feel well and that’s it. I’ve been sick during the summer, remember? And I just need some sleep now, that’s all.”

She looked at me for awhile without saying a word, and said “Oh alright, but if you want to talk, I’m always here for you, right?”

“Right.” I smiled, and Sylvie barged into the room with Adele and Nina, all of them nibbling chocolate éclairs. Apparently, Sylvie opened her usual snack box from her mom.

“Oh, there you are, Dinah! We thought you ran off to the greenhouse and making out with the cute Japanese boy from Hupplepuff. He was following you like a tick last year” said Adele.

“Ooh, is that so, Dinah? I thought you were eyeing on that blonde fifth year boy in Ravenclaw” shouted Nina.

“Update your sources, Nina. It will be a nice change from looking at the dirty little creatures you bring from the lake” said Sylvie.

“Speaking of little creatures, look what I’ve brought from the lake on the way up here!”

She dropped her éclair on the floor and grabbed a white small box on her bedside table, and opened it out of blue.

“AAAAAAAH!”

The next thing I remember was that we screaming like hell and ran away from the room, covering our heads to not get a bite from the weird, stinging purple creatures that looked like a tiny bird with thorns on its beak. Sylvie was tripped on a leg of her 4 posters and there was a thunderous BAM ringing around the girls’ dormitory.


Days passed by, and my fear was getting subdued little by little. The only thing good about being in the Elles is that you have to present yourself as a perfect girl 24/7. All five of us get the same schedule every single day and there’s no room for me to look like I have a trouble. We are aware of the jealousy looks thrown at us from all the ugly girls in the school, and we rather enjoy being in the center of such attention. The boys are gullible and stupid. They always swarm around us at every morning during breakfast, handing us small gifts from the stores at Hogsmeade – which are usually scoffed by Adele because they are just ridiculously shabby to her taste. Some of the brave ones ask us out (except Sylvie, because they are totally intimidated by her unusually large size; she was often mistaken as Hagrid’s daughter or niece among the first and second years) to go to that frilly teashop, but Mary Jane is already going out with Ryan Woodall in our house since she was 3rd year, and Adele is in a serious relationship with a 6th year guy in Ravenclaw, named Adrian Thompson. That guy seems a bit mysterious and odd to me, because he gets along well with some of the boys in our house rather than the ones from Ravenclaw. Sylvie doesn’t seem to mind about her being not asked out from the boys, but after I witnessed her sobbing quietly right next to the fire place in the common room at one night during our 3rd year, when there was a mini makeout party among the Slytherins and she didn’t get to invited at all. It’s not like she doesn’t want to be thin like the rest of the normal girls, but she just cannot whip up a charm on her to be thin due to her odd genetic condition that cannot be cured at all. Even magic has its own limit when it comes to her strange condition of getting weight no matter what she eats or how much she exercises. We just hope that someday a powerful healer invents a charm or a potion for her…


Another Halloween came upon us. We had a hearty breakfast and planned to spend the whole day in a new dress shop in Hogsmeade; Mary Jane and Adele were keen to visit the shop, but Nina’s already hid herself into the forest, looking for thought-to-be endangered species of a rare lizard. Sylvie didn’t want to go with us to the dress shop because of her size and fear of being a mockery among those bitchy sales girls in the shop. Anyway, it was a chilly day outside, so we covered ourselves with scarves and hats and shearing coats, lining up to pass Filch’s inspection along with the rest of the excited students. Mary Jane and Adele were standing in front of me, ready for Filch’s dirty, contemptuous eyes upon us; he always throws a weird look at us when we pass him in the corridors, sniffing the air around us as if he’s trying to catch the subtle scent of Mary Jane’s Armani perfume or the lingering smell of shampoo on my long shiny pin straight black hair. We always make fun of this outrageousness of Mr. Filch by throwing him a mock smile and see his butt-ugly face is blushing like a rotten carrot. And today, I batted my super long eyelashes at him as he takes my permission slip, and I daresay that I saw a speck of drool was gently flowing down from his quivering lips. Like a thousand eew I thought.

Thing got a little haywire while we were wondering the quaint little village; first of all, the dress shop was holding an annual Halloween blowout sale, so the entire shop was like a beehive with desperate housewives to get those expensive dresses in unbelievably cheap prices. Therefore, we could not set one step to the shop at all. Then we stopped by at the Hog’s Head for a shot of cheap drinks that we cannot have yet, and had a light lunch. After that, there was literally nothing to do around the town because we are so sick and tired of everything that the town offers. So then, there was only one more stop to go; the Shrieking Shack.
We have been used the so-called haunted house since our 3rd year at Hogwarts. Of course we are so clever and full of curiosity that the house is actually haunted, and if it is, we know how to get rid of whatever residing in the house. The house became our headquarter from time to time, and for some privileged Slytherin boys when we want to throw a party of mad orgy and sex. The boys only can come to the house when we invite them, which is very rare. However, we got really really bored today, so Mary Jane sent them her owl Bugeye, then 5 Slytherin boys showed up in the shack in 10 minutes, including Adele’s boyfriend Ryan, all of them horny as hell.

Adele and Mary Jane were already naked, spreading their long white legs apart and rubbing their clits with the whipped cream they bought in the snack shop. I really didn’t feel like joining them at all, because this kind of immature sex with immature boys. But as my jeans and sweater were ripped off by two horny guys, I just gave up and decided to enjoy it. Adele was already sandwiched by Ryan and the other boy, her arms flung around Ryan’s neck helplessly as she screams for more and more. Mary Jane is becoming a bi nowadays and wants to do it with Nina (which Nina has no clue…) but nonetheless, she is now hammered by a 6th year boy.

As for me, the rest of two boys were all readying for me, and one of them asked me to suck his tiny dick as the other pounds my pussy mercilessly. It really hurts when you are not wet enough, and I have been hurt like this when I was raped by the stepfather. I quickly murmured a charm of lubricating myself and the pain subsided. Meanwhile, Adele was near her orgasm as the two large cocks were shoving her core endlessly, and Mary Jane was cumming as if lava flowing from a volcano; her cherry red clit is swollen by hard rubbing and I could see her asshole is way too far stretched by the guy’s abnormally huge cock. With a piercing scream, she came and a single streak of blood was dropping down from her ass. The guy who was fucking me was now grunting.

“Say something, damn it! Don’t you ever make a sound when somebody fucks you?!”

“Ah, leave her alone, she’s always like that” said the guy I was sucking his cock.

“This girl is too proud of herself, being the prettiest Elle and all, look she’s biting her lips like that when you fuck her, don’t know what the hell is wrong with her”.

I could see they were frustrated. But I will never enjoy sex as long as I live. I swore to myself that I will not make a sound or cum unless I meet someone who loves me dearly. Sound stupid and childish, yes. But since I experienced of being stretched, ripped, and torn apart far too many times, I don’t see why sex is so pleasurable. Of course I get a surge of orgasm when the guys are skilled. However, with these boys, I had to fake it 4 times. Adele ate too much cum from all five of them and started gagging, and Mary Jane was now massaging Adele’s breasts as the boys were enjoying this rare spectacular sight. I fell asleep on the sofa next to a very dusty window and woke up as Adele and MJ were screaming with pleasure as their fingers are brutally fucking each other’s pussy, and their asses are totally fucked by two boys underneath, and the other 2 boys’ gigantic cocks were almost swallowed into the girls’ over-stretched mouths, and one guy was spreading my legs again, eating my unwilling pussy.


When the whole ordeal was over, it was half past 7.

“Oh my god, we gotta get back to the school now!” shrieked Adele.

When we hurried up getting our clothes back on and ran up to the castle, Filch was standing in the front door, holding a horsewhip in his hand, looking wild to give us a good old whupping on our back.

“Professor McGonagall said it is perfectly okay to give you guys one whipping on your back! Now march down to my room and line up in a single file, and…”

“Exactly who gave you permission like that in this school?” said a very familiar cold voice.

“Professor Snape!”
we were all relieved, and this is quite an unprecedented event that we felt relieved by looking at his face. His thin, sallow face was full of pure anger and spite.

“Go tell professor McGonagall that she doesn’t have to pay extra attention to students who are not in her house”

he whispered rather dangerously, and Filch was about to crap in his pants now. He threw one last look at us and stamped up toward the corridors to the great hall.
Now we were looking at the head of our house in great fear, because even God doesn’t know what he is going to do to punish us.

“Follow me” he whispered in the same cold, dangerous voice.