Sisters of the Dark Moon

Hi everyone. I’m sorry it’s been awhile since I updated. I’ve been struggling with what direction I want to take this story in, so I needed some time to work it out in my mind. Also, I’ve been busy writing scenes for WAWN, so that is taking much of my creative thought. When that fiction is done, I promise I’ll be able to update this and my other ones more often.

Hope you enjoy this chapter! I apologize in advance for any errors. I was too lazy to have it beta’d. I read over it carefully and tried to catch as much as I can. If any of you see something that needs fixing, I’d love to know. Thanks.



Let the Games Begin


Lavender and Parvati sat on the edge of Hermione’s bed after shaking her gently awake. “Hermione, what’s the matter with you? Why did you go to sleep last night before dinner?” Lavender asked.

Hermione pushed herself up to a sitting position, clearing the fog from her mind. “I… needed some sleep.” She looked out the window and her eyes widened. “It’s morning? I’ve slept through the night? Gods! I didn’t get any homework done!”

“Are you feeling all right?” Parvati asked, holding her palm up to Hermione’s forehead.

“I’m fine, it’s just that…” Hermione started. Should she tell them? “Malfoy knows everything. The memory charms didn’t work on him.”

Lavender and Parvati sat staring at Hermione, shocked. “He knows about us?” Lavender asked, fear starting form a knot in her belly.

Parvati stroked her hair, tucking a strand of it behind her ear. “He told you this?”

Hermione nodded. “He remembers that night in the forest and he remembers what I did to Harry and Ron.”

“No wonder they were all acting like they knew,” Lavender said. “I thought you said that you’re good at obliviating. We all trusted you, Hermione. Now we’ll probably get expelled, or worse!” Lavender stood and began pacing the room, biting her nails in worry.

“I don’t know about the others,” Hermione answered. “Malfoy could have told them.”

Lavender stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Hermione. “What about the rings? Are those worthless too? Do you have any idea how much trouble we could be in?” Lavender threw herself on her bed announcing, “Azkaban, here I come!”

“I truly think it won’t come to that,” Hermione replied. “There are things that Malfoy doesn’t want everyone to know. So if he rats me out, I’ll rat him out too, and I don’t think he wants that. And you don’t have to worry, the rings work. Harry and Ron don’t remember anything.”

“How can we even think of using them again now that Malfoy knows?” Lavender said.

“Don’t worry,” Hermione replied, slyly. “I’ve got a plan for Malfoy.”

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Draco walked into the Great Hall, late for breakfast. His mates looked at him curiously. Malfoy was usually very punctual. He also looked a little unkempt, his hair not groomed with its usual care.

“What’s the matter with you?” Theodore asked. “You look like shit.”

“Piss off, Nott,” Malfoy grumped, seating himself facing the Gryffindor table. His eyes sought out the bushy haired witch.

“You all right?” Blaise asked. He followed Draco’s line of vision to Granger. Then Blaise and Theodore shared a knowing look.

“I’m fine,” Draco replied. “Just didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Bad dreams?” Blaise persisted.

Draco spared him a quick glance. “Not exactly.” His eyes kept finding Granger, watching her, wondering what she was thinking. Then Draco would realize that he was staring and he’d curse himself silently. Fuck her! Stupid Mudblood bitch! But…


Hermione could feel his eyes on her and inwardly she gloated in satisfaction. It was working! She chatted animatedly with her friends, as if she hadn’t a care in the world, never making direct eye contact with Malfoy. She hoped that she was giving the appearance of someone who wasn’t affected in the least at what had happened. She knew that would drive him mad. Indifference – that was worse than hate.


“So what happened with Granger? You never told us what you did to her?” Theodore asked.

Draco’s face tore away from its staring at the sound of the word ‘Granger’. “What? What did you say?” Draco asked, distractedly.

Theodore smiled. Draco was being so fucking obvious it was laughable. “Are you in love, Malfoy?” Teddy teased. Then he grimaced when he felt Blaise kick him in the shin under the table.

Blaise silently mouthed the words, “Shut up.”

“What the fuck are you going on about, Nott?” Draco snarled.

“You and that slag,” Theodore smirked. “Honestly, Malfoy, she’s a good fuck but I don’t think your father would approve of anything more than that.”

Draco pulled out his wand, hiding it behind his other arm so that the professors at the head table couldn't see. He pointed it at Teddy and said, “Silencio.” Then he smirked evilly and whispered, “Crucio.”

Theodore clutched silently at his stomach, his head dropping forward in quiet agony. Crabbe, who was sitting next to Teddy, leaned forward to hide Nott’s’ hunched body from view. When Draco stopped, Nott glared at him in anger.

“You forget, Teddy,” Draco hissed. “My father isn’t the only Malfoy. Watch what you fucking say to me.” Draco stood and strode quickly out of the hall.

OOOOOOOOO

Between classes, Hermione hurried down the hall, trying not to be late. She was irritated, but not surprised, when Malfoy fell in stride with her.

“What did you do, Mudblood? What the fuck did you do?” Malfoy growled in a voice too low for others to hear.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied, airily, without even looking at him. She continued on her way, her steps quickening.

“Oh, you know,” he accused, keeping up with her stride. “You put some kind of curse on me, didn’t you? Something that’s keeping your mangy face in my mind, preventing me from sleeping.”

Hermione still didn’t look at him. She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Oh please! I’m not responsible for your wet dreams, Malfoy.” She gasped when she felt his cold hand clasp her arm and tug at her, almost losing her balance while being pulled into an alcove.

“Listen you stupid bitch,” he snarled. He pushed on both of her shoulders until she was against the wall. “I can tell when I’ve been cursed. I know what’s normal and what’s not. Now, undo whatever the fuck you did!”

He glared at her, waiting for a response. Hermione looked smug as she smirked. Her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip and his eyes flicked down to her mouth, his breath quickening. ‘Yes,’ she thought, ‘this was good. She could play him like a finely tuned piano.’

“Bitch,” he rasped, smashing his lips down on hers, his tongue pushing for entrance, wanting to wipe that fucking smirk off her Mudblood face. He relaxed his hold on her shoulders when he felt her hands moving smoothly up to his shoulders, thinking that she was going to embrace him. He was surprised when she roughly pushed him back and he almost stumbled. He lunged towards her but she had already stepped back into the hall.

“Cunt!” Malfoy snapped, glancing both ways. Students were still walking around, going to their classes.

She grinned at him knowingly. “What’s the matter, Malfoy? Can’t get enough of me?”

“Whatever game you’re playing, you better end it now, Granger,” Malfoy warned. “I don’t care what blokes you dupe into have sex with you, just leave me and my friends out of it.”

She stepped up close, loving how his body tensed up at her nearness. Then she whispered next to his ear, “I don’t think you want me to leave you alone, do you?” She spun around and walked away, grateful that he didn’t follow this time.

OOOOOOOOO

The afternoon remained sunny and clear, so many students found themselves drawn outdoors after classes to enjoy the bright day. Hermione sat with her ‘sisters’ discussing their worries about the Slytherin boys until Harry and Ron came up to join them.

Harry and Ron didn’t think it was a bad thing that Hermione seemed very interested in spending time with the other girls lately. In fact, it gave them a good excuse to get closer to the Gryffindor girls and flirt. Being the only two boys in the crowd did put the odds in their favor, after all.

They sat in the sun, chatting amicably for awhile. Harry stretched his arms above his head and said, “I’m exhausted. All this sun makes me sleepy.” He fell backwards until his head was on Ginny’s lap, smirking at his smooth move. “Oh, it’s you Ginny,” he said, innocently. “Mind if I use you as a pillow?”

“How very nice that I happen to be in the right place at the right time,” she teased, ruffling her fingers through his hair.

“Yes, isn’t it?” he grinned.

“You know,” Ron said, “I think I’m feeling sleepy myself.” He flopped down in front of Parvati, laying his head on her lap.

Hermione laughed and said, “You two are so obvious.”

“What?” Ron grinned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The boys closed their eyes, feigning sleep, while the girls chatted on.

Ginny looked at Parvati and held up her ring hand, twisting it around in silent question. Parvati shook her head, smiling and mouthing the words, “No.”

Katie and Demelza smiled at each other and wagged their eyebrows. Katie leaned over and whispered in Ginny’s ear. “Let’s fuck them.” Ginny felt Katie’s teeth nip at her earlobe and her hot tongue traced the sensitive skin beneath it.

Ginny felt hot with excitement and the heat growing between her legs was just as delicious.

Demelza scooted behind Parvati and snaked her hands up her shirt on her back, caressing her beautiful, flawless dark skin, before slipping them around Parvati’s chest and cupping her breasts. She leaned onto Parvati and whispered in her ear. “Do it, love. Prick him with your ring. Don’t you want to see his red hair between your legs as he licks your pretty cunt?” Parvati gasped at the image and at the feel of Demelza’s thumbs flicking over her nipples through the fabric of her bra.

Parvati and Ginny looked at Hermione, seeming to want the green light from their leader. Hermione looked around the grounds. Everyone else seemed to be sitting a good distance away. She supposed they could have a bit of fun with Ron and Harry. They would think that they just fell asleep on their laps. They wouldn’t remember what had happened to them. Hermione nodded, giving them the go ahead.

Ginny and Lavender began to stroke their hair, eliciting sounds of contentment from the boys. The boys weren’t aware that something had pricked their scalps during the pleasurable caresses.

The girls looked at one another, knowing that whatever they did during the next hour would not be remembered by these two. They could do anything they wanted!

Ron opened his eyes lazily, wanting to give Parvati an appreciative grin for her caressing, when he noticed something moving under the front of Parvati’s blouse above his face. He watched in confusion, wondering what was happening to Parvati’s breasts. “Uh, Parvati?” he said, trying to draw her attention to her chest.

“Yes, Ron?” she smiled down at him.

“What’s happening with your… shirt?” he asked, tentatively.

Parvati glanced down at her chest and said, “Well, Demelza is playing with my tits.”

Ron sat up quickly and gawked at Demelza, who was seated behind Parvati, groping her under her shirt. Harry’s eyes flew open at Parvati’s words and he sat up as well, the same expression of shock on his face as on Ron’s.

They heard the soft laughter of the girls around them and they wondered if this was some sort of weird game.

Demelza looked at the boys and smiled sexily. “Would you like to see her beautiful tits, Ron?”

Ron laughed nervously, thinking that this must be a joke. He looked around at the other girls and at Harry. The girls were all grinning at his expression. “Is this a joke, or have you all gone mad?” he asked. He looked at his speechless friend and watched as Harry shrugged at him.

Ron laughed nervously again. “All right, I’ll call your bluff. Show them to us then.”

Demelza pulled her hands from beneath the blouse and then proceeded to unbutton it. Ron and Harry swallowed nervously. Were they really going to do it?

When Demelza pulled the two sides of Parvati’s shirt aside, revealing her bra, Ron’s breathe hitch in his throat. “Merlin,” he whispered. He felt his blood running south as Demelza unsnapped a front clasp on Parvati’s bra, letting the two cups fall away from her smooth brown breasts. Ron and Harry stared in horny wonder as Demelza began to pinch and play with Parvati’s nipples while leaning her face over the girl’s shoulder. Parvati turned her head and they shared a delicious kiss while the boys looked on.

When the kiss ended, Demelza looked at Ron and said, “Would you like to kiss them?” She held Parvati’s breasts from below and pushed them up like an offering.

Ron laughed nervously, still not believing what he was seeing. “You’re kidding, right?” he asked, looking around at all the curious faces.

Harry gasped when he felt Ginny’s hands snake around his waist and her lips next to his ear. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Ginny whispered, her lips brushing up against his ear and causing a shiver to travel down his spine. He could only nod wordlessly. When her hands moved lower, over the bulge in his trousers, he grunted softly and nodded. “Do you want to fuck her?” Ginny whispered.

Harry’s head spun around and he looked in Ginny’s eyes. Was she serious? What the hell was going on? But her hands rubbing over his cock was starting to cloud his reason.

Ron turned and saw where his sister’s hands were on Harry. “Ginny!” he snapped.

“Relax, Ron,” Ginny replied. “Or we’ll ask you to leave.”

Ron turned his face back to Parvati’s chest, not wanting to see his little sister move her hands over Harry’s lower region.

“Well?” Demelza asked him. “Do you want to kiss her lovely tits?”

“Do it, Ron,” Hermione bossed. Ron looked at Hermione in confusion. Was she mad too?

“Here, I’ll make it easy for you,” Demelza said. She got on her knees behind Parvati and tugged Parvati up on her knees as well. Then she held Parvati’s arms behind her back, making her breasts thrust out further. Ron looked at Parvati’s face, wanting to make sure that Parvati wasn’t being held against her will. Parvati looked at him, biting on her lower lip, looking like she was afraid he’d reject her. He didn’t notice that Hermione had gotten behind him until he felt her hand lace through his hair and pull on it. “Lick her tits, Ron,” Hermione said, shoving his head forward. “Don’t make her feel unwanted.”

Ron fell forward with the force of Hermione’s shove and wrapped his arms about Parvati’s waist, finding his mouth on her smooth, warm breast. When Parvati moaned, he gave up resisting and attacked a nipple with his lips, licking and flicking at it, pressing his face into her softness and loving the sounds she was making in response.

Harry was watching all this while Ginny rubbed his cock. He had no idea what was going on, but he was beginning not to care. A shadow fell over his view and he looked up to see Katie Bell standing over his legs, her feet on either side of him, and grinning at him. “You want to see my pussy, Harry?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Harry whispered, his eyes half closed in lust.

Katie lifted the front of her skirt, revealing little pink knickers and Harry couldn’t believe she was going to show him more. But she did.

She pulled her knickers down and let them fall at her feet, exposing herself to Harry. Harry swallowed and his lips fell open as he watched her fingers on one hand begin to play with her glistening pussy lips, coating them with her juices.

“Oh, fuck!” Harry groaned, and not just because of Katie’s pussy. Ginny had now unbuttoned his trousers and clasped his cock in her hand, stroking him until he was in a very happy place.

Katie held out her wet fingers towards his mouth and Harry knew he was done for. Let them do whatever the fuck they want. He wasn’t going to resist. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her fingers into his mouth, sucking at her flavor and groaning as Ginny continued to stroke him.

Then he felt Ginny pulling him down to lie on his back and he didn’t resist in the least. Her sweet cupid lips came down onto his and he kissed her desperately, his hand going behind her head and pulling her in as close as she could get. He could feel Katie pulling his open trousers down further and he broke the kiss with Ginny to take a look. “You want her to fuck you, Harry?” Ginny asked, stroking his chest and nipping at his neck.

“If she wants to,” he replied.

“Oh, yes, Harry, I want to,” Katie said, lowering herself down onto his excited cock.

“Gods!” Harry groaned at the feel of her wet, hot pussy, sliding onto him.

Ginny began to kiss him again, trying to muffle any groans he might be inclined to make. Hermione and Lavender kept watch, ready to warn them if anyone approached.

Ron turned his head and looked at Harry, thankful that it wasn’t his sister riding on his friend like that. When he turned back to Parvati, Demelza had pulled the other girl’s knickers down and was now pulling Parvati backwards to lie in the grass. “Take her, Ron,” Demelza said. “She wants to get fucked.”

Ron took one more look at Harry getting laid and decided that he didn’t want to be left out in the least. His fingers flew to his trousers, tugging them down quickly. Then he covered Parvati’s body with his, attaching his lips to hers and kissing her deeply. “You all right with this?” he asked. Parvati seemed too shy to speak, so that’s why Ron presumed Demelza spoke for her. But Ron wanted to hear it out of her own mouth so that he knew it was what she wanted.

Parvati nodded and whispered, “Yes, please.” She lifted her wet pussy up towards his cock, rubbing herself on him and moaning. Demelza threw her robe over Ron’s arse in case someone walked by. Ron drove into her welcoming warm with a groan.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered onto her lips. He began to pick speed, thrusting into her, kissing her to let her know how much he appreciated this. The back of his mind was yelling, ‘How did this happen? What’s got into these girls?’ But he didn’t want to question them about it because he was afraid they’d change their minds.

OOOOOOOOOOOO

Draco could see Hermione and her ‘sisters’ off at a distance from where he sat with his friends. He was wondering why she was just standing there, looking about. What was she looking for? Him, maybe? He shook his head to clear himself of that thought. Why the fuck should he care? But he couldn’t help it. It was too compelling for him and it angered him to no end. He just knew she must have cursed him somehow!

It was then he noticed another girl bouncing up and down behind Hermione. “Goyle, let me borrow your spectacles,” Draco said.

“Why?” Goyle asked, half asleep from basking in his spot of sunlight.

“Because I said so,” Draco snapped. “Hurry.”

Goyle grabbed his bag and took out his reading glasses, handing them over to Draco. Draco tapped them with his wand and said, “Magnifico.” He put them on and stood, looking at a closer view of Granger and her cohorts. “Well, fuck a duck!” Draco said. “They are at it again!”

“What?” Blaise said, standing to look in the direction that Draco was.

“Those bitches are fucking someone again,” Draco said, somehow relieved that Granger wasn’t the one bouncing up and down on someone.

“Let me see,” Blaise said, grabbing the glasses off Draco and putting them on. A big grin filled his face. “I wonder who’s the lucky guy?”

Draco smirked, “Why don’t we just go over there and find out? After all, the poor bloke won’t remember anything that happened anyway.”

“Yeah,” Blaise smiled. “And maybe they’ll do anything to keep him from finding out.”

“And what if we don’t get to remember?” Goyle asked.

“Don’t worry,” Draco answered. “Granger’s mind fucks don’t work on me. She knows it. Why would she bother doing it to you if one of us would remember anyway?

“Come on,” Blaise said. “Let’s go over there before it’s over.”

OOOOOOOOO

A/N Hope you enjoyed that. Please let me know. Thanks