Sorority Boys

AN: Thank you for loving this incredibly stupid fic. This is soooooo not my style but it lets me be the dumb blond with a dirty mind.



“Would you come with me to the KKK Friday party?” asked Harry and looked at Hermione who was panting. She was so beautiful.

“I, uh, I… I’m going with my boyfriend,” she said hesitantly.

“You sure? I’d really like to go with you. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if we’d spend some time together at the party,” he tried to convince her. Hermione bit her lip and looked at him.

“Neville really would…” she started but faded off when Harry kissed her cheek and dragged a lick over her ear shell, whispering to her.

“I believe he would find it utterly erotic to see his little witch with another witch making out,” he said seductively and kissed her neck.

“I… uh, I can’t.”
***
Blaise was lying on his bed and sighed as his Poly Juice wore off. He had shed the girly clothes and just lay in his black boxer. He shared the room with Draco, Ron and Harry but the last one was missing. Draco still had buxom female form while Ron had turned back into his own body at least twenty minutes ago.

Draco crawled into Blaise’s bed and pouted. Blaise gazed at him or her. Whatever he was.

“Do you find me attractive?” asked Draco and pushed forward his huge tits that were barely covered.

“In what way?” asked Blaise, finding the question weird.

“Sexually. I have always wanted to know how a girl felt when she was fucked. And now I am a girl and I want to know!” explained Draco and started to strip slowly in front of Blaise.

“Draco, what are you talking about?”

“Oh Merlin, you are such queers!” cried Ron in disgust and left the room with a red face. Draco giggled, making his tits bounce around.

“I want you to fuck me. Real good and hard,” said Draco and moved towards Blaise who was crawling away from him.

“I can’t fuck you! You’re a guy!”

“What? Don’t you like my body? I’m a girl to the end,” he said and licked his lips.

“But I know you’re a guy,” repeated Blaise.

“I thought you liked guys,” purred Draco, “Now you can try a real girl.”

“The bleach has rotten your brains, Draco!” screamed Blaise when Draco got hold of his boxers.

“I’m not Draco. My name is Drucilla,” he purred and pulled down the boxers. Blaise growled.

“Oh, and you say you don’t like guys,” he leered and marveled the proud hardness. Blaise wanted to push him away but Draco had started to play with him, stroking and licking and sucking while dragging his teeth over the base of his cock. Blaise moaned involuntarily. Draco smirked and straddled his lap triumphantly.

“Right, were was I? Oh, yes, I wanted to feel what it feels like to be fucked,” he said and ridded the last remnants of his scanty clothes. Blaise watched in horror as Draco lowered himself onto him. He felt really wet, hot and tight. He felt so good and when Draco started to rock himself, Blaise couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed at his thighs.

“Oh, yeah. This is good,” moaned Draco. “Mm, I want more.”

Blaise gritted his teeth.

“You better not use it against me,” he growled and spun them around, pinning Draco underneath him. “You wanted it hard? Then you’ll get it hard,” and slammed into him, showing just how forceful he could be. Draco grinned.

“Yes, fuck me!”
***
Harry found Ron outside the Sorority House sitting on the lawn with a pink blanket curled around him. He was half asleep when Harry woke him up.

“What are you doing out here?” asked Harry and looked at his buddy. Ron was blushing furiously as he remembered why he had left the room.

“What happened? Were you caught?”

“You can say that again! Those slytherins are just… Argh! Sooooooo gay!” cried Ron and got up. Harry raised his eyebrows.

“Er, what?”

“Oh, whatever. I hope they are finished by now,” muttered Ron and sneaked with Harry back into the House. When Harry opened the door of their room, Ron closed his eyes.

“Hi,” said Draco cheerily. He was back in his male form and wore a flowery towel after showering very low around his hips. Harry stared at the blond and then at Ron.

“What were you saying again?”

Ron opened one eye and looked around. Draco smirked at him and hopped onto his bed and took out his chiromancy book. He had a big test tomorrow and he wasn’t gonna flunk.

“Er, nothing,” squeaked Ron and hurried to his bed, pulling the curtains to cover his red face.

“So, did you seduced her?” asked Blaise who had also a pink towel wrapped around.

“Nah, she was still into that Neville-is-my-boyfriend-and-I’m-loyal-to-him stuff,” cursed Harry.

“Really? I don’t get what she sees in him? I’m the right girl for her,” smirked Draco and started to study.

“Sure, you’re the right girl for everyone,” snapped Ron from behind the curtains.

“Homophobe!” called Draco and suddenly realized, “Hey, when a guy keeps telling how much he hates fags, then he only tries to hide that he himself is one!”

“I’m not you!” yelled Ron.

“But you want to be,” teased Draco. Blaise rolled his eyes and wondered if there was some other empty room he could move in. Harry had no idea what was going on between those two and didn’t care.

“No I don’t!”

“Oh, you have no idea how much you are missing then!”

“Don’t wanna know!”

“Shut up already! We have a test to study for!” yelled Harry, “No more I’m-a-girl-and-I-have-needs and no more gays-have-more-fun stuff!”

“But they do have!”

“Shut up or I’ll make you!”

“Try me,” leered Draco and Blaise sighed.

“Please, don’t try if you want to wake up in the morning with your dignity intact,” said Blaise.