A Wager Between Girls

Chapter Six


Finally, the rest of the students filled the hall. The four girls sat together, and were joined by Harry and Ron.

“How come you’re up so early?” asked Ron, eyeing the girls. He noticed, too, that they all looked different, and very sexy.

“Oh...no reason...in particular.” said Hermione, vaguely.

“So how did you like History of Magic?” asked Harry.

“Mental, yeah?” said Ron.

The girls laughed. Parvati didn’t laugh quite as heartily as the others.

“Actually, I loved it.” she said.

“Are you kidding? He gives everyone else the willies”, at this point, Ron shuddered. “So what did he teach you?”

“Impalement. We’re focusing on torture methods.” said Parvati, smiling at Ron’s astonished face.

Ron nearly choked on his pumpkin juice.

“So, you’re enjoying it then, Parvati?” asked Harry.

“Ooh yeah.” she replied.

Harry became slightly aroused due to her reply, which sounded quite sexual. He blushed and looked away.

“Well, boys, we’ve got to get a move on. See you later.” said Ginny.

And with that, the girls walked the long way around, parading in front of the head table and going out a back door, into the courtyard. Their shorter skirts, glossy lips, and flirty attitudes didn’t go unnoticed.

Severus watched Hermione closely as she walked past. He liked how she now had a little confident wiggle in her walk. He looked over at Barty Jr., who was getting ready to go for a smoke outside. They looked at each other knowingly for a moment. Lupin refused to look up from his copy of the Daily Prophet. Severus laughed quietly.

Back in his office, Severus took out his pensieve and placed a thought into it. It swirled around, then a dark image floated to the silvery surface. It was Hermione, and she was pleasuring herself on her bed in the darkness. She breathed his name over and over.

Severus walked over to a shelf which held numerous test tubes and written work from students. He smiled to himself as he saw there were still nine tubes of the Scotopia potion. It was so named for its ability to enhance vision, and night vision of the user.

Out on the grounds...


Hermione, Ginny, Padma and Parvati split up after breakfast. They had to continue their unbelievably fun missions.

Padma decided to stay just outside the hall, where Firenze was still doing some work.

She didn’t have class for another forty-five minutes, so she laid down in the grass and enjoyed the sun, only about ten feet away from the centaur. She stretched out, laying on her back, her skirt riding up to reveal a tiny bit of her panties. It wasn’t too long before she sensed Firenze was watching her.

Luckily for him, he had just finished his star chart, so now he had time to enjoy the sight of the beautiful girl worshiping the power of the sun on the grass in front of him. If there was something important for him to read from the sky, she could lie there naked and sprawled and calling to him, and he couldn’t look at her. On the cool morning breeze, he caught the sweet floral scent she was wearing. He could also tell she was aroused, from her pheromones.

Padma rolled over onto her stomach, and arched her butt up a little bit. He heard her sigh. She bent her knees and began slightly rubbing her feet together, and then rubbing her foot along her calf. She looked exquisitely bored and lonely.

A breeze pushed her skirt over her rump. She squeaked with surprise, and made to fix it, but she stopped herself. She wanted Firenze to see her like that. So, Padma got comfortable on her back again, this time with her legs bent and her skirt crumpled around her hips. Firenze saw that she was wearing a pair of unbelievably girly pink lace panties, which were very skimpy. He could even see the darker area under the lace that hinted at her trimmed pubic hair. She sighed longingly, wishing Firenze would just come over there and satisfy her need right there.

Firenze couldn’t watch her any longer. He had become aroused, and for obvious reasons, wouldn’t be able to hide it. So he swiftly trod off. Padma heard him move, and briefly caught a glimpse of him as he left. She could see how aroused he was. She nearly had an orgasm that instant.

Padma laid back down and relaxed, encouraged slightly. She wondered how her sister was getting along with her goal.


Parvati leaned back against the cold stone wall near the History of Magic classroom. It was a very small, shady area, closed off by two other walls and some very old, huge trees. She was waiting for another chance to talk to Barty Jr. and wear him down some more.

“Want one?”

Parvati jumped. She saw it was Barty Jr., offering her a cigarette.

“Yes, please, Professor...” she said.

He smiled when she called him by his title. He held the cigarette for her, placing it gently at her lips. Her cheeks turned rosy. She parted her lips and he slipped the cigarette filter in between them. This seemed very sexual, and she was sure he had meant it to.

Barty Jr. then lit Parvati’s cigarette for her. She was still flushed, and he noticed. He smiled at her again. She started to get nervous, and cold, so she began quivering slightly.

He watched her intently for a moment, raking his eyes over her. She became even more nervous and excited.

“You’re shaking...” he said softly.

“Um, I’m just a bit chilly.” She tried to laugh it off.

Barty Jr. took off his jacket and insisted Parvati put it on. She did so, and it was very nice. The jacket was soft and warm, and it smelled like his aftershave, which was amazing. She was incredibly excited now. She couldn’t help but smile, but she tried to stop herself by biting her lip.

Barty Jr. was in a t-shirt now. Parvati looked at her professor’s toned, lean arms. She saw his Death Eater tattoo, and she felt the butterflies in her stomach start up again.

“You’re so cold...Here.” he said, coming up right in front of her, backing her further against the wall. He ran his warm hands up and down her arms.

He then took the cigarette out of her mouth. After he took a long drag, staring her in the eyes, he threw it away. He noticed she was still acting all hot and bothered and nervous. He ran his fingers lightly the soft flesh of her cheek, and then her neck. She didn’t flinch or anything. Quite the opposite. She leaned into his hand, enjoying his touch, and she sighed quietly. She had closed her eyes.

Barty Jr. was amused. He was used to people shying away from him because they thought he was crazy or frightening. Not Parvati, though. He smiled.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and held her firmly against the wall. She closed her eyes again and sighed. She felt his soft lips brush against hers ever so slightly. She was surprised he was being so gentle. Parvati parted her lips, submitting to him. His tongue traced her lips before entering her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. She whimpered as he continued to kiss her.

Parvati tried to press her body up against his, but he pushed her against he wall. Barty Jr. broke the kiss, but carried on down her neck. She almost collapsed when she felt her professor bite and suck at her sensitive skin. That was totally going to leave a mark. She felt her panties getting wetter with everything he did.

Parvati struggled against her professor, trying to feel him against her most intimate area. She tried to move her hips forward to close the gap between them, but she couldn’t. He held her too strongly, keeping her still. She whined a little, confessing her frustration. He laughed softly in her ear, which made her shiver. His hands moved, and he slid them under her school sweater. He touched her breasts and caressed them, while his tongue played with hers.

He lifted her leg, and she wrapped it around him, trying to pull him closer. She was so aroused, that when he suddenly closed the distance between their lower bodies, she cried out and gripped his shoulders for support. He pressed his very hard cock against her through their clothes, and she craved him, skin to skin.

Parvati felt Barty Jr. press harder and harder against her, directly, firmly landing on her clit. She scratched her nails down his shoulders and arms, which caused him to moan. He took out his wand and quickly cast a spell.

She felt his hot, hard cock against her clit, bare this time. He rubbed it up and down her wetness, very roughly now. She began panting and moaning and scratching him, trying to hold on for support.

She was being pushed into the wall so roughly, she would have scrapes on her back, but it felt good, and she wanted him to be rough with her. She could feel how his pre-cum had made it easier for him to rub against her clit. They were so wet now, his cock was slipping up and down her slit.

Parvati nearly screamed as a very strong orgasm hit her. She buried her face in her professor’s neck, muffling her sounds. Barty Jr. came heavily onto her belly as she squirmed against him.

They both breathed heavily for a moment while they recovered. Barty Jr. let go of Parvati’s leg, and she shakily stood on the ground. She smiled at him weakly.

Barty Jr. had wanted so badly to enter the girl, but he refrained because he didn’t know if she was a virgin or not. Surprisingly (even to himself), he didn’t want to hurt her or take her virginity without making sure she was ready.

Parvati couldn’t help but start blushing, now that they were all calmed down and thinking more clearly. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. It was just like her fantasy, but this time for real.
He used another spell to tidy themselves up, but he insisted on getting dressed and presentable the old fashioned way. Parvati thought it was incredibly sexy, watching him do up his pants. She blushed again, especially when he reached down and slowly, gently pulled up her panties for her. She was surprised when he leaned, took her face in his hands, and kissed her deeply.

She was so happy and satisfied. He felt her lips move into a smile as he kissed her.

“So, are you ready to learn about torture?” he said, smiling.

She giggled. It was time for their History of Magic class together. He went in ahead of her to get things ready and act normally (well, as normally as was possible for Barty Crouch Jr.). She checked her watch pendant. She noticed there was no sign or alarm or anything. Hermione had set it to go off only in the case of intercourse. Parvati smiled to herself. Well, she thought, I guess I’ll have to try again...



Author's Note: this was a short chapter, i know, but i just HAD to get it out there. :D OH AND please check out my challenge in the challenge/request section, and please accept my challenge too! xox