The Hogwarts' Men's Club

AN/ Smut ahead, if teacher and student things squirk do not read. Thanks for the lovely reviews. HG/CW, GL/GW Sorry for the delay, lost the smut quill.

And the Race is On…

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The lounge was once again filwithwith smoke when Severus entered. He coughed, scowling at Jonathan who blew a smoke ring at him.

“How was your week Severus?” Remus asked, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

‘Better than yours’ he thought but said nothing as he sat down.

“I am sure you will get the hang of it Sev,” Gilderoy said smugly. “Of course it would help if you would do something with that hair of yours.”

Eyeing Lockhart contemptuously, Severus took a sip of brandy. “Filius can we get on with this nonsense? Some of us do have other things to do.”

“We are waiting for the ladies to finish with the book,” Remus explained. “And you are just in time to hear Filius’ account of the week.”

Severus looked at Flitwick and grimaced. That was not something he wanted to hear.

Filius blushed. “As I was saying, Miss Turpin had just removed her robes…” He was interrupted as a book flew out of the fireplace and landed in front of Flitwick.

“Thank Merlin,” Severus sighed.

Filius opened the book and scanned the witches’ entries. “My fellow members, it seems we are going to have a run for our money this year. Sixteen entries from the ladies.”

The room erupted in protest. “That’s the most they have ever had the first week. I assume Professor Delacour is the reason behind this,” Gilderoy said.

“She and Rolanda are tied. Five entries each.”

“Bugger!” Charlie swore. “I know I have let us down this week.”

“Now that you have seen what we are up against, I know you will try harder,” Filius said laughing. “Here you go Severus. As the newest member you have the honor of enterine nae names first.”

“If you have any that is,” smirked Gilderoy. The book was passed to Severus who picked up the quill. He eyed Gilderoy and with a small smile quickly wrote down the names. Severus passed the book to Remus.

Remus read what Severus had written and chuckled. “Well done,” he said slapping Severus on the back.

“Let me see that,” Gilderoy demanded. The book was passed to him. “Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Ariana Duprey, Daphne Hardwick, Mandy Brocklehurst.” Gilderoy sat back stunned.

“Excellent Severus,” Jonathan laughed as the men raised their glasses to him.

“Yes, good job,” Gilderoy said indignantly. “I see that they are all Slytherin girls. Maybe you used a wee bit of your authority as Head of House…”

“Miss Brocklehurst is a Ravenclaw,” Remus retorted. “Give credit were credit is due Lockhart.”

Severus sneered at Gilderoy, though he was secretly satisfied. It had been a most rewarding week.

The men passed the book around adding their conquests. “A very good job men. This is the most names we ever had, fourteen in all.”

“Bravo,” Remus said. “Now that Severus has gotten his feet wet, I do believe we will surpass the ladies soon.”
es,”es,” Gilderoy said slyly. “He will have to work twice as hard next week won’t he? Someone has to pull your weight Remus.”

Remus glared at him. “Now you know that Remus cannot help the full moon. He will only be out of the running for three nights,” Jonathan defended.

“True,” Filius agreed. “Good job again men, and I hope to see the same results next week.”

****

The Hogwarts witches were waiting patiently for the book to return.

“I must say ladies,” Emma said, “you did excellent.”

“Humph.” Fleur crossed her arms, giving the other women a haughty look. “How can you zay theez? If it were not for me…”

“And me,” Rolanda chuckled. “Get off your pedestal frenchie. The others had a good week for the first run.”

“But they only had one or two each. I would have at least expected more from Saphina.”

Dark eyes glared at Fleur. “Don’t worry Fleur. It was just that time of the month last week. I will give you a run for your money yet,” Saphina said.

“Girls, girls,” Pomona scolded. “We need to work together. Fleur, we are grateful for your entries.”

“Yes, I am I loved your retelling of the two Slytherins,” Poppy said grinning, wondering if she could manage to get Draco and Blaise in the infirmary together. She had to check if there was a Quidditch match soon.

There was a pop and the book flew out of the fireplace and landed in front of Emma. “All right ladies, lets see how the men did.” Rolanda and Saphina stood behind Emma, reading over her shoulder.

“Oh, we ar for for it now,” Rolanda smirked.

Saphina’s eyes sparkled. “Glad to see he’s back in the saddle so to speak.”

“Who?” Fleur demanded.

“Why our favorite potions master of course,” Rolanda said with a wicked grin. “Now that he has came out of retirement I may have to see if he still has the touch.”

Fleur’s nose wrinkled. “I cannot zee how anyone can find that man attractive.”

“Your loss dear,” Poppy said sarcastically. “Rolanda, you could keep Severus busy if the men get ahead of us, but for now concentrate on the students.”

“By the way Pomona,” Emma eyed the plump witch with a sly grin, “ how was Longbottom? I didn’t think anyone could get that boy to even look at a woman, he is so shy.”

Pomona hed.hed. “Well, let’s just say that Poppy had to give me some very strong ligament the next day. I ached all over.”

The women laughed.

“Ladies we have had a good first week. Keep it up and the men will be prancing around the Great Hall come Valentine Day,” Emma said. “If there is nothing further we will call it a night.”

****

Two weeks later…

“Men we are in dragon dung up to our hips,” Filius announced as he looked at the book. “If this keeps up we will have to start practicing our fairy dance.” The women were now twelve students ahead of the men.

“If some people would pull their weight this wouldn’t happen,” Gilderoy accused glaring at Remus. “And what happened to the Slytherin stud? Only one entry this week Severus?”

“Some of us,” Severus said softly, a sneer on his face, “have more important things to do than shag students.”

“Knock it off Lockhart,” Jonathan said testily. “We have just had an off week. Half of the students have the flu and with the seventh year’s workload it is hard to persuade them to take a minute from their studies for a bit of frolic.”

“The women do not seem to be having that trouble,” Charlie said glumly.

Remus chuckled. “Have you ever known a hormonal teenage boy to pass up opp opportunity for a bit of shagging? We will just have to try harder and make the girls realize they need to take a break and relax.”

“I have a better suggestion,” Severus said quietly, a smug smile on his face.

“And what’s that?” Gilderoy asked. “Are you going to brush your teeth?”

Severus ignored him and pulled five small vials from his robes. “This gentlemen, should help us overcome the ‘young ladies’ inhibitions.”

“Severus,” Filius said sternly. “You know that we cannot use magic and that includes Lust Potions.”

“Indeed, but can we not use those components found in the natural world?” He held up a vial. “The substance in these vials is as mundane as a Muggle cologne but much more potent. A simple matter of chemistry. What I have in these bottls a s a very natural substance, pheromones. A small drop to your wrists or any other pulse point and the ladies will be drawn to you, though they will not understand why.”

Remus grinned. “Ingenuous Severus!” Remus knew all about pheromones especially during his time as a wolf. The powerful essence allowed him to smell an aroused woman from several s evs even in his human form. “I do believe we are back in the running thanks to Severus.”

****


Saturday afternoon, Charlie was sitting on a bench outside, enjoying the surprisingly warm winter’s day. “Hi Charlie.”

Charlie opened his eyes to see Hermione Granger standing in front of him. “Couldn’t find the guys and thought I would come down to wait for them.”

“How have you been Hermione?” Charlie asked.

“Great. This has been a very peaceful new year.” She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling as she thought of how ‘interesting’ the year had truly been. A certain lusty werewolf had kept her late after classes twice already.

He felt a slight flush rise to his cheeks as he eyed her. Remus had been with her recently and know remembering Remus’ account, Charlie felt the surge of blood flow to his lower regions. Still he could not think of Hermione as anything but his little brother’s friend, no matter how her jumper clung to her full breasts or that she smelled of summer strawberries or that her mouth was pink and moist …

“Charlie?” He realized he had been staring at her and not listening to her.

“Sorry bout that. What were you saying?”

Hermione laughed. “It wasn’t important.” She noticed how flushed he was and she couldn’t resist allowing her eyes to travel down his body. ‘Why Charlie Weasley,’ she thought as she noticed his arousal beneath his trousers. Her nose twitched as she felt a warm feeling flow through her.

She had lost her virginity to Ron during their sixth year and they had been occasional lovers. Since they had started their seventh year they had agreed to be friends and no more. But here was another Weasley man.

Hermione felt a surge run through her as she appraised Charlie. Charlie was shorter than Ron but more muscular, with a boyish grin. ‘And I bet he has had a lot more experience’, her body unconsciously leaning towards him, taking in his aroma.

Charlie watched her study him, then he remembered. He had put Severus’ pheromone concoction on early that afternoon. Hermione smiled sultry at him as she neared. “You know Charlie,” she said huskily, “I have always had a fondness for red hair.” Reaching up she ran her fingers through his short thick hair. Charlie shuddered and closed his eyes.

He felt her body press against his. Opening his eyes, he saw the lust in her eyes. “Hermione, would you like to discuss ‘this’ matter inside?”

She smiled at him and walked past him into the hut. Charlie breathed deeply. He wanted the girl but he couldn’t help but think of her as part of the family because she always seemed to be at the Burrow when he came to visit.

Going inside he saw that she was lying on her side in the bed. “I see you kept Hagrid’s bed,” she said coyly, stretching to lie on her back. “Have you ever seen such a large bed? I expect six adults could sleep here.”

Charlie swallowed. He watched her spread her legs and arms wide as she closed her eyes. “Well professor Weasley what was it did you want to ‘discuss’?”

Kneeling on the bed, Charlie leaned over and brushed his large thumb across Hermione’s mouth. “Anything you want.”

Hermione opened her eyes and smiled at him. She pulled him down and their lips met in a passionate kiss. Now that he was this close, she felt a surge of wetness between her thighs. ‘Damn what is it about red hair?’ she thought, tugging on his jumper.

Minutes later their clothes had been shed, the warmth of their naked skin touching, sent sparks through Hermione. Charlie flushed as he ran his hands over her body. She was beautiful, he thought and pushed away any nagging thoughts as he bent his head to take a rose colored nipple in his mouth.

Hermione moaned softly as he caressed her, his gentle suckling on her breast sent her inner muscles clenching. He did have a magnificent body. Firm, taut muscles that rippled as he moved.

Her hands grazed across his thighs, reveling in the large firm muscles. When she finally grasped him, he moaned. “Dear Merlin,” he ga as as she stroked him. “I want you Hermione.”

“Yes,” she agreed releasing him and sliding to lie back on the large bed.

Pushing her legs up he held them as he thrust deeply in her, making her gasp. “Make the bed move Charlie,” she groaned as he began to drive hard into her. He rose up his weight on his toes and elbows as he thrust hard and fast into her the massive headboard hitting the wall.

****

Ron and Harry were walking across the lawn towards Hagrid’s Hut, now Charlie’s. They often visited Charlie on Saturday with Hermione and Ginny. They had not seen the girls all afternoon and had left without them. “What’s that?” Ron asked as they heard thumping coming from the hut. They increased their pace. Ron was about to open then door when Harry stopped him. Looking at Harry’s flushed face Ron was about to ask what was wrong when he heard the noise.

“Oh gods, more,” a girl’s voice said. Charlie’s incoherent response was muffled as girlgirl screamed. “OH YESSSSS!”

Ron turned beet red and he and Harry started back towards the castle. “That’s just so wrong,” Ron said after a moment. “Hermione and Charlie.”

Harry’s face was red also but he couldn’t help grinning. “Why’s that Ron? Because he is your brother or a professor?”

Laughing Ron just shook his head. “I guess because it’s Charlie. I mean we can’t talk bout shagging our professors can we mate?”

Harry grinned. They had told each other about Madam Hooch, Fleur Delacour and even Professor Vector. It had been a most interesting two weeks.

****

Ginny wished she had went with the boys and Hermione to see Charlie instead of where she was as Gilderoy rolled off the girl beneath him, gasping for breath. “That was wonderful Miss Weasley.”

“Wonderful?” Ginny groaned in frustration. If it were not for the wet deposit of Lockhart’s semen between her thighs, she would have sworn they had not had sex. The man had not lasted three minutes.

She still couldn’t believe that she had agreed to accompany him to his rooms this afternoon. He had approached her in the Great Hall during lunch and asked if he could have a word with her. There had been something, she couldn’t put her finger on it, that had drawn her to him. She had wanted to be close to him, to touch him, to kiss him. Not that the kisses were that bad, but the sex! The man was horrible.

“Yes wonderful,” he said, flashing a toothy smile at her. He started to get up when Ginny gripped his long hair and pulled him back.

“Wait just a minute. You owe me,” she said and Gilderoy saw that she had her wand pointed at him. His eyes widened.

“Miss Weasley I am sure you are a bit overwhelmed from the delightful experience…”

“Delightful experience? A wet le cle could have given me more pleasure.” Gilderoy flushed. “Now it’s my turn.” She parted her legs.

“My dear it is too soon…”

Ginny snorted. “I don’t want ‘that’ again. Surely you have some experience pleasuring a woman otherwise.”

“Why of course. Though you have not read it considering your age but I did write \'101 Ways to bring a Woman to a Fevered Pitch.\'”

Rolling her eyes, Ginny knew that he was ignorant of such matters. “Look, I know you must have some idea. Put your mouth on me and bring me off.”

Gilderoy’s eyes bugled. “You don’t expect me to put my mouth ‘there’? It isn’t sanitary…” Ginny’s wand flicked.

Muttering Gilderoy moved between her legs. Tentatively he touched her folds. “Your mouth professor.”

Grimacing, Gilderoy closed his eyes and put his lips next to her. The musky smell was rather nicethouthought after a moment. “Now your tongue.”

Gilderoy’s tongue snaked out and he touched her flesh. ‘Not bad,’ he thought, salty yet cloying. “A little higher.” Ginny instructed.

Soon he had found the spot she wanted him to touch. Gilderoy was beginning to get aroused. ‘This is rather quiet nice,’ he thought, vigorously attacking her nub as his tongue flicked and swirled. Ginny began to moan and writhe beneath. ‘Merlin’s beard. So that’s how you get their attention.’ He sucked hard on her once more.

“Yes, that’s it I am going…” Ginny gasped as he removed his mouth and quickly moved to thrust into her. With three thrusts they were both spent.

“I must say Miss Weasley, that was highly educational.” Ginny rolled her eyes once more. Though she was sated she never wanted to be near Gilderoy again.

TBC