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Harry Potter › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
47,168
Reviews:
22
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Ahhh My Eyes . . . .
Chapter Four
Disclaimer: My lawers say that I don\'t own Harry Potter and trying to change my name to Harry Potter and become Prime-Minister will not work.
All cats are grey in the dark
In a dark section of Hogwarts library not that far from the restricted section
(only used by seriously horny or tired students), a table was covered by piles
of scattered parchment, and the six people sitting around it were totally
centered on their reading. An occupied voice spoke up.
“Did you know that, in 1768, it was rumored that the entire sixth and seventh
years of both Ravenclaw and Slytherin had an orgy in Slytherin’s common room? It
was followed closely by the Great Chlamydia Outbreak, in the winter of 1769.”
No one looks up from their books and the person stops talking, “You would think
Hogwarts: A History would have that in it.”
“What the hell are you reading?” Someone’s head pokes up from their book.
“Oh, it’s ‘An Unofficial History of Hogwarts.’ It was written by a, you could
say, dissatisfied Magical Creature teacher who was fired over rumors that she
was getting over-attached to a certain Hippogriff.”
“Why the hell are you reading it?”
“Well, I thought that I might find inspiration between its pages of how I could
catch Harry.”
“Tranquillizer dart and hogtie him.” Someone muttered under their breath.
“Who says you’re the one who’s going to get Harry?”
“I think it’s obvious that those with the best knowledge of the circumstances
and have read every sexual aid book in the restricted section should have a
certain advantage over others.” The rest of the group now have their books,
which are not so much text books as soft core porn and Cosmo, open.
“Who says that you can get Harry, I thought we agreed that I would have him as I
know him best.”
“What?! You’ve hardly said two words to him since first year.” The person who
had been reading ‘Hogwarts: Uncut’ sighs and places the book carefully on the
table.
“She’s right what makes you special.”
“I think Harry and I have a deep and unbreakable bond.”
“Bullshit! You’re just saying that because you have those pictures
Colin Creevy got of him in the shower last year, which, by the way, you won’t
share.” At this point everyone at the table starts to declare their right to be
Harry’s first. It could be a Jerry Springer moment, but is saved at last when
the reader of ‘Hogwarts: Uncut’ pulls her wand out and sends a small soundless
firework off in the centre of the table.
“Look, I have an idea. Why don’t we each try to get Harry? I’ll write everyone\'s
name on a piece of paper. We’ll pull them out of a hat and, in that order, we
each try and catch him.”
“I don‘t know. What happens if someone catches him before I get a turn?”
“Well, you have to promise not to keep him if you catch him. You get a week then
you have to pass him on. “
“Don’t you think that’s kind of demeaning to Harry?” The five other people swing
around in their seats and almost shout.
“NO!”
“Okay.”
“Fifty points if you can get him in a puffy shirt and nothing else…and a
picture.”
“But we still have a meeting on Friday, don’t we?”
“Of course we do.” After everyone scrambles to write their names down and pass
them to the undeclared organizer, there is silence as the girl pulls out the
first name.
Hermione had been staying late at the library, but not studying as some people
may assume. Walking through the fat lady’s portrait, Hermione was surprised when
saw that she wasn’t the only person awake. Someone was sitting in a large chair,
staring into the fire, and rocking backwards and forwards slowly.
As Hermione crept closer, not wanting to startle the obviously frightened youth,
she heard mutterings. “Wrong, wrong, bad, bad, bad wrong, wrong, wrong.” Slowly
she placed a hand in the shoulder of the trembling boy. Shocked, the person
turned around. It was Harry, and the look on his face could only be compared to
a man who had hand-glided over Hell.
“Harry, what’s wrong?” Hermione sat down next to Harry, keeping her hands at her
side, as Harry flinched from her touch.
“Do...do you think you could Obliviate me.”
“What? No! Harry, what happened?” Harry started to rock backwards and forwards
again clutching his knees to his chest.
“Beautiful fairies that live at the bottom of the garden . . . the beautiful
fairies that live at the bottom of the garden . . .” Hermione gently placed a
hand on the back of Harry’s chair.
“Harry, do you think you can talk about it, or should I get McGonagall?” Harry
screamed and stuck his head between his knees and started taking deep breathes.
“Wrong, bad, bad, wrong.” Hermione dropped her books and raced up to her room.
She had some calming potion set aside for when she got her period. Racing back,
she shoved the vial between Harry’s lips and watched as the potion took affect
slowly. Harry stopped trembling and brought his head up to look at Hermione.
“Th .... than ... thanks. I needed that.”
“Harry, was it You-Know-Who?”
“What, no. Every time I stub my toe or yell at someone, it’s not Voldemort. I
just saw something I don’t want to remember.” Hermione Sighed. Harry was keeping
secrets from them again and that hadn’t worked out so well last time.
”Harry, you know telling someone about your problems can help.” Harry looked at
Hermione skeptically. Hermione’s ability to always sound like she knew best
really got on his nerves sometimes. He wasn’t feeling that kind at the moment
and if she said sharing could help . . .
“I’m warning you, you may not want to know.”
“Harry, I’m your friend. I’ll always be here for you.” She sounded like she had
been watching too much Dr. Phil. You couldn’t say he didn’t warn her. Pleased
that now he could share the pain, Harry took a breath.
“I was walking back from detention with Snape and passed by McGonagall’s class.
I heard noises and I thought someone was in trouble so I rushed in.” Harry
paused. He so didn’t want to think about this. “McGonagall and Filch were going
at it.”
“What do you mean ‘going at it’?”
“They were . . . they were having sex.”
“Why didn’t you say that? It’s a perfectly normal thing for two grown people to
have sexual relations.”
“This wasn’t normal. McGonagall was dressed in a shiny P.V.C bra and suspenders.
Like a plucked chicken stuffed into a mesh bag. Filch was wearing this rubber
body suit. McGonagall had a horse whip in one hand and was hitting Filch over
the back. There was this huge mirror in front of them and they were reflected
back in it. That was all I saw before I ran for it, but I swear I saw a chicken
and a family sized tube of lube lying next to Filch.” Hermione’s mouth was open
and she started to tremble.
“Harry, you know I think I might be able to do that Obliviate for you, if you do
it to me at the same time.”
A/N And so I will never look at a chicken the same way again. Enjoy my pain.
Disclaimer: My lawers say that I don\'t own Harry Potter and trying to change my name to Harry Potter and become Prime-Minister will not work.
All cats are grey in the dark
In a dark section of Hogwarts library not that far from the restricted section
(only used by seriously horny or tired students), a table was covered by piles
of scattered parchment, and the six people sitting around it were totally
centered on their reading. An occupied voice spoke up.
“Did you know that, in 1768, it was rumored that the entire sixth and seventh
years of both Ravenclaw and Slytherin had an orgy in Slytherin’s common room? It
was followed closely by the Great Chlamydia Outbreak, in the winter of 1769.”
No one looks up from their books and the person stops talking, “You would think
Hogwarts: A History would have that in it.”
“What the hell are you reading?” Someone’s head pokes up from their book.
“Oh, it’s ‘An Unofficial History of Hogwarts.’ It was written by a, you could
say, dissatisfied Magical Creature teacher who was fired over rumors that she
was getting over-attached to a certain Hippogriff.”
“Why the hell are you reading it?”
“Well, I thought that I might find inspiration between its pages of how I could
catch Harry.”
“Tranquillizer dart and hogtie him.” Someone muttered under their breath.
“Who says you’re the one who’s going to get Harry?”
“I think it’s obvious that those with the best knowledge of the circumstances
and have read every sexual aid book in the restricted section should have a
certain advantage over others.” The rest of the group now have their books,
which are not so much text books as soft core porn and Cosmo, open.
“Who says that you can get Harry, I thought we agreed that I would have him as I
know him best.”
“What?! You’ve hardly said two words to him since first year.” The person who
had been reading ‘Hogwarts: Uncut’ sighs and places the book carefully on the
table.
“She’s right what makes you special.”
“I think Harry and I have a deep and unbreakable bond.”
“Bullshit! You’re just saying that because you have those pictures
Colin Creevy got of him in the shower last year, which, by the way, you won’t
share.” At this point everyone at the table starts to declare their right to be
Harry’s first. It could be a Jerry Springer moment, but is saved at last when
the reader of ‘Hogwarts: Uncut’ pulls her wand out and sends a small soundless
firework off in the centre of the table.
“Look, I have an idea. Why don’t we each try to get Harry? I’ll write everyone\'s
name on a piece of paper. We’ll pull them out of a hat and, in that order, we
each try and catch him.”
“I don‘t know. What happens if someone catches him before I get a turn?”
“Well, you have to promise not to keep him if you catch him. You get a week then
you have to pass him on. “
“Don’t you think that’s kind of demeaning to Harry?” The five other people swing
around in their seats and almost shout.
“NO!”
“Okay.”
“Fifty points if you can get him in a puffy shirt and nothing else…and a
picture.”
“But we still have a meeting on Friday, don’t we?”
“Of course we do.” After everyone scrambles to write their names down and pass
them to the undeclared organizer, there is silence as the girl pulls out the
first name.
Hermione had been staying late at the library, but not studying as some people
may assume. Walking through the fat lady’s portrait, Hermione was surprised when
saw that she wasn’t the only person awake. Someone was sitting in a large chair,
staring into the fire, and rocking backwards and forwards slowly.
As Hermione crept closer, not wanting to startle the obviously frightened youth,
she heard mutterings. “Wrong, wrong, bad, bad, bad wrong, wrong, wrong.” Slowly
she placed a hand in the shoulder of the trembling boy. Shocked, the person
turned around. It was Harry, and the look on his face could only be compared to
a man who had hand-glided over Hell.
“Harry, what’s wrong?” Hermione sat down next to Harry, keeping her hands at her
side, as Harry flinched from her touch.
“Do...do you think you could Obliviate me.”
“What? No! Harry, what happened?” Harry started to rock backwards and forwards
again clutching his knees to his chest.
“Beautiful fairies that live at the bottom of the garden . . . the beautiful
fairies that live at the bottom of the garden . . .” Hermione gently placed a
hand on the back of Harry’s chair.
“Harry, do you think you can talk about it, or should I get McGonagall?” Harry
screamed and stuck his head between his knees and started taking deep breathes.
“Wrong, bad, bad, wrong.” Hermione dropped her books and raced up to her room.
She had some calming potion set aside for when she got her period. Racing back,
she shoved the vial between Harry’s lips and watched as the potion took affect
slowly. Harry stopped trembling and brought his head up to look at Hermione.
“Th .... than ... thanks. I needed that.”
“Harry, was it You-Know-Who?”
“What, no. Every time I stub my toe or yell at someone, it’s not Voldemort. I
just saw something I don’t want to remember.” Hermione Sighed. Harry was keeping
secrets from them again and that hadn’t worked out so well last time.
”Harry, you know telling someone about your problems can help.” Harry looked at
Hermione skeptically. Hermione’s ability to always sound like she knew best
really got on his nerves sometimes. He wasn’t feeling that kind at the moment
and if she said sharing could help . . .
“I’m warning you, you may not want to know.”
“Harry, I’m your friend. I’ll always be here for you.” She sounded like she had
been watching too much Dr. Phil. You couldn’t say he didn’t warn her. Pleased
that now he could share the pain, Harry took a breath.
“I was walking back from detention with Snape and passed by McGonagall’s class.
I heard noises and I thought someone was in trouble so I rushed in.” Harry
paused. He so didn’t want to think about this. “McGonagall and Filch were going
at it.”
“What do you mean ‘going at it’?”
“They were . . . they were having sex.”
“Why didn’t you say that? It’s a perfectly normal thing for two grown people to
have sexual relations.”
“This wasn’t normal. McGonagall was dressed in a shiny P.V.C bra and suspenders.
Like a plucked chicken stuffed into a mesh bag. Filch was wearing this rubber
body suit. McGonagall had a horse whip in one hand and was hitting Filch over
the back. There was this huge mirror in front of them and they were reflected
back in it. That was all I saw before I ran for it, but I swear I saw a chicken
and a family sized tube of lube lying next to Filch.” Hermione’s mouth was open
and she started to tremble.
“Harry, you know I think I might be able to do that Obliviate for you, if you do
it to me at the same time.”
A/N And so I will never look at a chicken the same way again. Enjoy my pain.