The Hogwarts' Men's Club

AN/ Thank you for the reviews! Enjoy.
Warning: If teacher/student relations squirk you do not read. RL/LL, PS/NL, FD,BZ,DM

An/Well my my, I have dug a hole for myself. (rolls on floor laughing) Reviewers have kindly pointed out some errors with this chapter which I hope will not distract from the essence of the story. 1) I do not know about Blaise Zabini (I thought he was a boy but is not or is he/her) 2) Luna\'s father is a wizard (well darn need to go read Ootp again lol) Anyway beyond that just take it for the it it is. lol

Remus opened his office door to quite a sight. Luna stood there dressed in a long flowery skirt and a rainbow-striped jumper. Her signature necklace of butterbeer caps hung around her neck and her wand was stuck behind her ear. “Come in Miss Lovegood,” Remus said brightly, trying not to chuckle at the girl’s attire. He sympathized with the odd girl, having no mother to guide her in the finer things such as dress. It was a pity, for she was truly a lovely wench, with her long blonde hair that fell like a waterfall down her back and her large luminous dark eyes that a man could get lost in when close to her.

Luna looked around Remus’ office, before going over to the sofa. Plopping down, she looked up at Remus a moment before pulling her jumper over her head.

Remus’ eyes widened as he saw she wore no bra beneath her jumper, feeling a fire rush to his loins. Her breasts were full with rosy nipples that hardened as the cool air hit them. The girl had no sense of what was proper, he mused, though he was having rd trd time thinking this a bad quality at the moment.

Sitting there with her breasts exposed, Luna smiled and opened the small bag she had brought with her. Shaking it, an array of small square packages came fluttering down to land on the floor. Remus raised an eyebrow as he picked up one. Puzzled he read the small print and coughed.

“Dad says that if I am going to let a boy near me I have to be prepared,” she said picking up one of the packages and tearing it open. “He started giving me these when my menses came. Took me a long time to figure out what they were for as I was only eleven at the time.” She pulled out the small round latex inside the package and unrolled it on two of her fingers. “I always figured a guy had something bigger than this, but I have opened dozens and they are always the same size.”

Remus put his face in his hand, trying to hide the flush in his cheeks as he bit his tongue to keep from laughing, wondering about the Sorting Hat’s decision of putting Luna in Ravenclaw. When he had last gotten control of his laughter, he looked up only to find it sorely tested once more. Luna had opened several packages of condoms and had them spread out before her on the floor where she was now sitting.

“So which one do you prefer?” she asked. “I think the red one is pretty, but this one,” she held up a lemony yellow one, “glows in the dark. I had a dozen of them taped up around my bed in fifth year but Professor Sinistra made me take them down for some reason.”

Sitting down beside her, Remus gently took the condoms out of her hand. Leaning over he kissed her softly. “Luna, your father is a Muggle and he was correct. If you do decide to be with a Muggle man, use these. However here in the Wizarding world we do things a bit different,” he explained pulling out his wand. “I will cast a spell on you that will prevent pregnancy and protect you from any disease. You need to learn this so when you and Ron,” he couldn’t stop the grin that crossed his face, “ever decide to make love you wont have to worry about it.” Remus spoke the words and Luna listened closely.

“Are we ready to do it now?” she asked curiously.

“If you are sure you still want to,” he said kindly, though if she said no he knew he would be taking a cold shower. The site of the girl sitting there without her top was stirring his lust. Her innocence over herk ofk of modesty was arousing.

“Yes. I still want,” she said standing up and slipping her skirt off. Remus took in a sharp breath. Luna wasn’t wearing any knickers beneath her skirt.

“Luna,” he tried, though he couldn’t help but take in the delicious sight before him. Sas vas very nicely proportioned, her skin a slight golden hue, with soft curving hips, and lean long legs that led up to a thatch of dark blonde curls. “Undressing usually comes after a bit of snog…” His words were cut off as Luna sat in his lap and pressed her mouth against his. ‘What the hell,’ he thought. ‘She can figure it out later.’ He kissed her hungrily as his hands began exploring her lovely body. “

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Pomona and Neville walked silently through the Forbidden Forest in the wee hours of dawn. The cool air wafted over them causing them to shiver occasionally. “Hagrid said the violets were behind that large boulder by the stream,” Pomona told Neville as they neared the stream. She walked quickly in front of Neville, stopping suddenly holding up the small lantern she was carrying. “My, what do we have here?”

Neville approached her, his eyes on searching the ground in front of the Professor and didn’t see her small foot snake out to catch his ankle. He went down face first landing in a patch of small blue flowers shaped liked…Dear Merlin! Scrambling to his feet as fast he could, he knew it was too late as he started wheezing, the pollen of the flowers filling the air.

“Longbottom? Are you alright?” Pomona asked concernedly, pounding Neville on the back as he coughed and spluttered. She tried to hide the smile on her face. Neville had landed in a patch of Blue Bottomed Ballus, commonly known as Blue Ball Busters, as the spores from the flowers made any male, animal or human, to have a bad case ofe bae balls.

She had used this ploy before. Though they were not to use magic in the game this did not count. Thowerowers were naturally magic and could she help it if the young man was clumsy?

Neville’s face was flushed, his eyes wide as he shifted his weight back and forth on his feet. “Professor,” his voice was squeaky as his hands held his groin, “I think I need to go see the nurse.”

“Longbottom, you know that will not help,” she said in her best Professor’s voice as her hand were undoing Neville’s robes now. “Let me help and don’t look so ashamed. It is nothing I haven’t seen happen before.”

Nodding Neville moved his hands away and allowed Professor Sprout to open his robes. She pushed his pants down and his rock hard erection sprang forth. Placing her hand around his protruding member, she stroked it softly and was rewarded as Neville climaxed in moments. “Oh my,” she said, trying to keep the smugness from her voice. “It would seem you did inhale quite a bit of the pollen didn’t you dear?”

Neville could only whimper as his erection was back in full force within seconds, his balls tightening unbearably.

“Well, then. We best take care of the matter thoroughly,” she said opening her robes. Neville’s eyes widened as he saw his Professor’s plump naked body appear. “No need to be so shy Longbottom,” she told him, ruffling his hair. “Like I said it has happened before. Now, in what position do you prefer?”

“I…I have never,” Neville muttered, his breath coming faster at the demanding urgency in his scrotum.

“Right then,” Pomona smiled. “Lie down on the ground, yes that’s a good lad.” She straddled over the blushing boy and guided his throbbing member in. He breathed a deep sigh of relief as he climaxed quickly once more.

“Sorry about that Professor,” he said shyly.

“Nonsense,” she said brisklylingling his erection take life once more.

Neville looked flustered. “We…I mean…this is odd…sorry I was so clumsy,” he moaned as he thrust his hips up against hers as the raging tightness in his scrotum took over once more.

Pomona smiled at him, leaning down to kiss him gently. “Its alright Neville. Could happen to anyone and I can’t have my best student goiutteutters over some silly flower spores can I?” she told him as she began moving up and down.

“No, guess not,” he agreed as he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation os fis first time in a woman.

The sun had risen and filled the forest with a warm golden hue by the time Neville rolled off Pomona. “I do believe that’s a record,” the exhausted Herbology Professor sighed. “What twenty five times now?”

“Twenty six,” Neville said as he lay back in the grass, a silly grin on his face.

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Blaise and Draco stood outside Fleur’s door that evening. The two Slytherins had matured into very nice looking young men. At six foot,Draco towered several inches over his counterpart. His pale blonde hair was neatly combed back and tied with a black band.

Blaise’s dark looks were a compliment to Draco’s pale ones. His skin was tanned a golden hue, his dark brown cut short. Cold gray blue eyes looked into Blaise’s dark brown ones as Draco knocked on the door.

“Enter.”

The Slytherins entered the dark room lit only with a few small candles on a bookshelf. Fleur sat in the middle of a couch, her arms stretched out on the back of it. She was wearing a silk scarlet robe and her long white hair had been pulled up and caught in combs at the back of her head. She crossed her legs as the boys approached and they caught sight of black fishnet stockings and spiked heels. Blaise heard Draco’s small chuckle and raised a quizzical eyebrow at him. Draco just gave him a wink before he bolow.low.

“May your humble servant approach mademoiselle?”

“Oui.”

Blaise started to follow Draco when Fleur said sharply, “You boy, you did not azk permission to grace me with your prezence.”

Draco smirked at his friend as he sat down beside Fleur. Blaise bowed and requested permission to approach. Fleur gave him a haughty look. hinkhink not. You may stay where you are for now.” Looking at Draco, Fleur caressed his cheek. “You may kizz me now,” she told him. Draco promptly obeyed, kissing Fleur’s cheek.

Fleur pushed Draco away and turned her gaze on Blaise. “You will undress,” she instructed. Blaise flushed and looked at Draco who nodded, his grin widening. Though he and Draco had both been with Fleur evidently Draco had played this little game before. Blaise quickly undressed then stood there his erection already starting.

Standing Fleur wa ove over to Blaise, a sly smile on her lips. She walked around him running her hands over his shoulders, then down his stomach coming to rest against his cock. “Ah,” she said as her fingers gripped him. “You are ready for a bit of fun, no?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm, are you willing to obey then?” she teased as she moved around him once more until her face was close to his. He could feel her warm breath on his face and he parted his lips, wanting to kiss her. “Yes,” he said again.

“Good,” she said releasing him. Turning she walked back to the sofa and sat down. “Then you may sit.” Blaise quickly went over and sat down unsure of what to do next.

“Draco, you will undress now.” Draco stood up and quickly disrobed. “And you may kiss me,” she told Blaise. Blaise leaned over and started to kiss her cheek as Draco had done but Fleur had turned her face so that he caught her lips. Their mouths met in a bruising kiss as Fleur parted his mouth with her tongue, slipping it in to stroke his. Blaise moaned and raised his hand to touch her. She pulled back quickly. “You have not learned,” she said. “I think perhaps a little punishment may be in order. Draco.”

Blaise looked at Draco wide eyed as the blonde boy retrieved a small chest from a table. He placed it in front of Fleur. Grinning at Blaise, he stood there waiting for the next instructions.

Fleur opened the chest and Blaise gasped at the things he saw within. Surely not, Draco would have warned him. Wouldn’t he? ur hur handed Draco several lengths of silk rope. “Take him to zee bedroom.”

Draco beckoned Blaise to follow him. Fleur’s bedroom was by sby small lamps that gave off an odd greenish hue. The large bed was decorated in dark gold sheets. “Lie down,” Draco told him, his shoulders shaking with mirth at his friend’s glare. Blaise obeyed and he soon found himself tied hand and foot to the bed. “Don’t worry,” Draco whispered as Fleur came in, “she doesn’t get into the real thing. It really is a shame.”

“Draco.” Fleur held out her arms and Draco moved to pull her robe off. Blaise’s erection returned as he looked at her. Damn. She was wearing what looked to be a black leather bustier except for the fact it was scooped below her breasts, pushing them high, the light brown nipples fully visible. Black fishnet stockings ran up to her upper thighs where they were held in place by a black leather garter. Her white blonde pubis curls were clearly visible between two slits of leather that ran between her legs.

She walked towards the bed and Blaise saw she held something in her hand. “Draco,” she purred, “I think you may kizz me now.” Blaise watched as Draco took Fleur’s face in his hands and bent his head to kiss her. Soon they were deep into a French kiss as Fleur began running her free hand up and down Draco’s lean body. Blaise felt his cock harden until it was beginning to become painful as he listened to theians ans and the sounds of the wet kisses. He yanked at the cords when Draco lowered his mouth to take one of her nipples.

Fleur pushed Draco aside and turned her attention to Blaise. She raised her hand and his eyes widened as she flicked what appeared to be a cat-o-nine tails. The small whip made a cracking noise and he looked at Draco. “Now to deal with you,” she said. Raising the object back, Blaise closed his eyes bracing for the pain. When the object touched his skin, his eyes flew open.

The thing had turned into silk ribbons. They flicked lightly on him and he stifled a laugh. Draco’s shoulders were shaking as he watched his friend. Fleur smiled at him and leaned over and kissed his nose. “Silly boy,” she teased. “You do not think I would damage a magnificent body zuch az yourz.” The room filled with laughter.

Blaise tugged on his ropes once more. “So does that mean I can…”

“Oh no,” Fleur said, smiling slyly. “I think I will leave you like that.” She crawled into the bed beside him and kissed him. Draco climbed in behind her and began kissing the side of her neck, his hands running over her ass that was bare.

Fleur’s hands explored Blaise’s body as Draco’s explored and teased hers. Finally Fleur straddled Blaise easing herself onto his throbbing erection with a loud moan. Draco sat behind her, easing into her from the rear. This scenario Blaise was familiar with, except for his limbs tied as the three of them worked in unison to a feverous pitch.

Later, Fleur kissed each boy\'s cheeks when they were ready to go. “So Professor Delacour,” Draco teased as he ran his hand down to cup a breast. “Did we earn our ‘extra credit’?”

TBC

AN/I have no idea about Blaise Zabini, what he is suppose to look like etc. The only fanfic I ever read with Blaise in it, Blaise was a girl. So there. Review if you would be so kind.