Sorority Boys

KKK frathouse gave every Friday big parties and all girls got in for free if they looked fabulous enough. The President of the fraternity was the one who evaluated beauty by comparing all the girls to Hermione.

Ron was feeling nauseous. He wasn’t ready to face Neville or any other member who might have recognized him. Well, the girly body façade was the only shield he had and he wasn’t sure that helped at all.

“Come on, smile Ronda!” cheered Draco and slapped him across the back. Ron gulped and looked at the frathouse from distance. Already all the beautiful girls were surrounding it and the music was blaring in the night.

“I can’t,” muttered Ron. “If I do, I might throw up.”

“Just take calming breaths and everything will be okay,” said Blaise who looked like Miss Perfect. Ron wasn’t feeling any better and Blaise’s looks only discouraged him.

“Lets go,” said Harry and checked his outfit once more before starting to walk towards the frathouse. Draco was prancing in front of them and showed off his over the edge divine body. Blaise was gliding next to Harry and Ron was staggering behind them on high heels that really wanted to kill his legs.

I’m so gonna die, thought Ron and walked on to meet his destiny. He watched in horror as the huge House came closer and the noises grew louder. The thumping bass of the rock music was hurting his ears and making the nausea even worse.

“I can’t do this,” he muttered and walked up the stairs and stood on the open door with the rest of the guys. And there he was – Neville Longbottom – President of the KKK Fraternity. He looked so pompous and snobbish. What would his grandmother say? Absolutely nothing. She was dead and her death liberated Neville’s darker adventurer’s side.

Draco was posing and lured every male with his body. Neville cast a look on the four newcomers and nodded as a sign that they were welcomed. Harry pushed Draco inside where everyone was already having fun. Blaise craned his neck to spot one particular witch. Hermione had said that she was coming here with her boyfriend. Neville was already here, so she should have been also.

“Go look for Granger,” said Blaise to Ron who wanted to run as far as possible. With that Blaise drifted away into the grinding crowd that was drinking and dancing and chatting and doing a thousand other things. Ron panicked when Harry’s slender female figure had also disappeared but the sight of buxom blonde “Drucilla” gave him a heart attack. Draco was flirting openly with Neville and it looked as if he tried to get him into bed with him.

Ron looked away and took a deep breath. Suddenly he felt someone’s large hands pawing his ass. In horror he looked around and found one drunken Quidditch Keeper. Ron squealed and ran off. The Keeper yelled after him, asking for his phone number.

“This has to stop,” muttered Ron and elbowed his way through the crowd. “Find Granger, make a move on her and prove Neville she’s lesbian, get back into frat…” and then he swallowed his tongue. He had just noticed Hermione Granger in a scarlet red little pleated skirt and in a glittering emerald green tank top. She looked absolutely chic and Ron felt like dirt. He was never going to be that good looking as a female or a male.

Hermione was talking to two dark-haired girls. One of them had bright pink stripes in her black hair and the other one had neon green stripes. Ron looked at the Chinese girls giggling and flirting with Hermione and he suddenly noticed that those two were actually twins.

I’m in trouble, he thought and stalked the trio until Hermione dragged the twins into an empty bedroom and closed the door. Ron felt the magic hitting him when they soundproofed the room and put up some heavy locking spells.

He had just lost his chance but gained something much better. He no longer felt like lower than grass. He felt so good that he laughed as he walked back to find Harry or Blaise.

“Why aren’t you making out with Granger?” demanded Blaise in a hiss when Ron had found him.

“Oh, she has two sugar mammas taking care of her right now,” he said with a wide grin. Blaise stared at him in shock.

“What? Is this true?” asked Harry who had emerged from the crowd and was sipping quite strong cocktail.

“Yes!” said Ron happily. Harry mulled over that for some moments and then snapped his slender fingers with red long fingernails.

“Lets get Neville,” he said and the devious plan was working again without any real sacrifices on their end.

“Oh, we can’t. Well not right now anyway,” said Blaise.

“Why not?” asked Harry.

“He’s with Drucilla upstairs,” answered Blaise and Harry got the picture when Ron turned red.
***
“Ooooh, yeah! Gimme more!” moaned Draco under Neville who practically molested and raped him. After the screaming, moaning and huffing stopped with a crescendo, Neville slumped into the mattress. Draco was humming with satisfaction as he crawled over him and stared down at him.

“Hon, that was explosive,” he purred and felt the Poly Juice wear off. His grin got wider when Neville stared back at him with terror and panic. The transformation from an angelic sex goddess to old nemesis was a very horrific scene.

“Hello, Neville,” said Draco with much lower and manly voice. Neville was freaking out and started to look for his wand.

“You know that one drop of Veritaserum can make everyone confess the truth. Think about it,” leered Draco, “What would Granger say if she’d find out you have been sleeping with someone other? With other guy? Or better yet, what would say any member of KKK if they’d find out?” he whispered in his ear.

“You wouldn’t,” growled Neville.

“Oh, but I would. I’m Malfoy, remember,” he smirked and got off of him to find his clothes and a hidden bottle of Poly Juice he had stuck into his pink handbag. Neville shut his eyes when Draco took female form again and got dressed.

“What do you want?” asked Neville with disgust.

“Oh, I want lots of things.”
***
Harry, Ron and Blaise were skimming the bedrooms and found many couples making out. No orgies yet but Harry didn’t want to be optimistic. Those happened only on special occasions.

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me,” muttered Harry when he stood in front of their old bedroom door. Blaise came from the other end of the corridor and shook his beautiful head. He hadn’t found them.

“Okay, I’ll knock,” said Harry and shot a precise spell at the door. It opened and revealed naked Neville who hid himself with a sheet and fully clothed Draco as in Drucilla.

“Oh, there you are, Dru!” said Harry and smiled, “Have you seen Hermione? She was supposed to… Oh, hi,” he said and giggled like a girl he was supposed to be, “I didn’t notice you had someone here with you.”

Draco was trying to read the new plan from Harry’s face and cursed himself for not paying more attention in the classes when they took that mind reading crap. It looked like the original plan was long ago changed and he needed to play along.

“Um, no,” he said innocently.

“I think I saw her with some girls coming upstairs,” said Blaise like he had just witnessed that in the haze of alcohol. “They seemed to have loads of fun with each other.”

“What?!” screamed Neville and forgot to hold up his sheet. He was pissed off and nudity didn’t matter that moment. Blaise kept his eyes way above the groin area and ignored flushed “Drucilla” who had gotten laid pretty good.

“Oh, I too would have wanted to have a piece of that fine meat,” said Blaise dreamily. Neville had reached to furious and was fuming when he looked at the two brunettes standing on the open door. He wasn’t getting half the things but when someone had mentioned that his girlfriend was fooling around with some other girls, then that was just it.

“Where is she?” he demanded, throwing the sheet around like a toga and marched out of the room into the long corridor. Blaise was showing him the way when Harry grabbed Draco beside him and started ask questions.

“I wanted my own revenge,” said Draco with faked innocence that didn’t work on Harry.

“Did you blow the cover? Does he know that you are… well, a guy?”

“Oh, that was soooooooo goooooood when he found out,” grinned Draco like a maniacal psychopath. Harry slapped himself in the face for Draco’s idiocy.

Way ahead of them Neville was blasting open the door Blaise had shown him. Hysterical screams and shrieks were heard when Neville raided that bedroom and found his lover with Chinese twins.

“YOU SLUT!” yelled Neville in anger. Blaise just couldn’t hide his happiness anymore when their plan had worked. Harry listened in the fight and then suggested to go back to the party.
***
“So, did it work?” asked Ron downstairs.

“Yes, it was awesome,” said Blaise who for once wasn’t accused in being a gay.

“Yessss, magnificent. Who would have guessed he had such passion,” said Draco, “Granger is missing a lot.”

“Er, what are you talking about?” asked Ron and then turned red when he understood. “Oh, that.”

“Okay, lets hope Neville will understand that no one of us ever have slept with his Granger and that we are innocent and we should be invited back,” said Harry.

“Yes, that hickey was not ours,” agreed Blaise. “We only happened to be in the same room when he found out about that.”

“Oh, when it had been ours, then Granger would have been covered with hickies!” cheered Draco and gulped down a glass of sweet rum cocktail.