The Hogwarts' Men's Club

AN/Sorry for the late update, RL just took ahold. Thanks for the reviews and PLEASE if you are not of age to read do not for here abides Adult content. SS/GW, HP/DT/SS (no not that one!)

From a Gryffindor’s point of view

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“I cannot believe Snape is late,” Ron muttered to Harry as they sat in Potions.

“Yeah, what’s up with the staff anyway? Did you see Charlie almost lay his head in his oatmeal this morning? And McGonagall had to poke Hooch twice last night during dinner to wake her up. Even Lupin looks worse now than he does at the full moon.”

“For heaven’s sake,” Hermione snapped, her voice tight. “I am sure the professors are just as busy with school as we should be.”

Ron and Harry eyed her curiously. They had been surprised last week during their Potions Class when she had practically ran to the back of the room and taken a seat at their table instead of her usual table near the front with Pavarti and Padma, who were noticeably absent today. They had also noticed how she nearly jumped off her stool every time Snape approached their table to check on their progress.

“Hermione,” Ron said cautiously, “why exactly are you sitting back here with us? I mean it isn’t like we don’t like your company but…” He stopped as Snape swept into the room announcing the potion they would be working on today.

“Blimey,” Harry whispered as he pulled out his knife and ladle, “look at Snape. Do you think he’s sick?”

Hermione glanced nervously at the Potions Master who was sitting behind his desk now, rifling through some papers. His pale face was flushed, the black eyes glittering. His hair was ruffled as if he had just gotten out of bed and she swore the top buttons of his robe were askew. She barely finished her assessment when the door opened and Padma and Pavarti hurriedly end. d.

“Ah, the two delinquent students,” Snape said silkily as the girls took their seats. “Five points from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor ladies and do try to be on time next time.”

Ron and Harry looked at each other shocked. Had they been late they would have expected detention at least and more points. “Chauvinist bastard,” Harry grumbled starting to slice his ginger root.

Hermione ignored him staring in disbelief at the Patil twins. Both girls were flushed, Pavarti’s normally smooth long plait was loose, her long dark hair hanging free. Padma wore a sly grin and Hermione couldn’t help but notice the glances they kept making at Snape.

Groaning inwardly, Hermione began chopping her root angrily. ‘Surely they hadn’t, no get that idea out of your mind Granger for Merlin’s sake. They wouldn’t, couldn’t, not both of them…’but images of the two beautiful girls and the Potions Master kept flashing through her mind.

“Miss Granger.”

Hermione jumped almost upseting her cauldron as she turned to look at Snape who was standing close beside her.

“The potion calls for slivered ginger root, not pureed. Five points from Gryffindor.”

She blushed as she noticed the smushed pile of roots in front of her. Turning her head she looked at Snape’s face and felt a surge of sexual desire run through her. Hastily she looked back down at the roots but not before she saw him give her a small smile.

Severus took his seat once more, glancing at the Patil twins before setting his gaze on Granger. He needed to make sure the next time he had an ‘afternoon delight’ that he kept his eye on the time, though he wasn’t complaining. The twins had been most enthusiastic.

They had been just mindless fucks, enjoyable yes, but just that, simple lustful satisfaction. The pheromones were working better than he had hoped and he still held the lead on the men, bringing more satisfaction than he would ever admit.

But Granger. Though he knew she had been with Lupin, Weasley and Hardcastle, the thought of taking her was not something he savored. Not that she wasn’t attractive, not that he hadn’t noticed her for the last two years, the way she chewed her bottom lip when she concentrated, or the way her uncontrolled curls fell across her cheek when she worked or the luscious way her robes fell….

Severus growled inwardly. He would not be taking Granger to win this dare, he told himself. It was a matter of principle. She was the only student that was above that base crudeness, though he couldn’t figure out why he had came to that conclusion. He pushed away the thoughts of that little Gryffindor writhing in pleasure underneath him and took points off Gryffindor from Ron who had dropped his ladle in the cauldron. Damn Gryffindors indeed. A smile crossed his face as he remembered he had a detention tonight. Damn Gryffindor indeed, he thought smugly, wondering what kind of detention he would be giving to one Miss Ginny Weasley tonight.

****

It was a little after midnight and Hermione sat alone in the Common room going over her essay for Lupin. The portrait door open and Ginny Weasley came in.

“Oh, hi Hermione,” she said, her voice sounding strange.

“Ginny, what are you doing coming in so late?” Hermione asked accusingly. Ginny’s face was shining and she was smiling from ear to ear.

“I had detention,” she said happily, flopping down in a chair.

“With who?” Hermione narrowed her eyes as Ginny giggled.

“Er, Snape.”

Hermione’s eyes widened and Ginny just giggled harder. “Tell me you didn’t do what I think.”

“And just what do you think I did?” Ginny teased.

“Ginny, how could you? I mean its one thing to be with Remus, but Snape? How could you, with a professor?”

Ginny snorted. “Hermione Granger how dare you act so self righteous? What exactly do you think Remus and Charlie are?”

“Well, they seem more familiar. I mean I was around them so much during our stays at Headquarters.” Hermione blushed, glad Ginny didn’t know about Professor Hardcastle. “But Snape…”

“Was excellent,” Ginny sighed, closing her eyes.

“I don’t want to hear this.”

“Fine,” Ginny said starting to get up. She looked at Hermione and grinned. “You really don’t want to know?”

Finally Hermione grinned. Ginny laughed and sat back down. “Okay, it was like this…

Ginny knocked nervously at the door. She was still angry about the detention that Snape had unfairly given her. It wasn’t her fault that for some reason that every time the Professor had came close to her in class this morning that she had the strange urge to kiss him. She had to be ill or probably was suffering from the horrible sexual experience with Lockhart, getting so hard up she was finding the snarky, greasy haired git attractive. And it wasn’t her fault that he had leaned over her cauldron to peer at her potion when she decided to move so that her hand ‘accidentally’ came in contact with his buttocks. It was his fault that he had not moved away but had leaned over and softly told her she had lost Gryffindor 20 points and detention for inappropriate behavior.

“Enter.” Ginny shivered as she pushed open the door. She would not look at him, would not think about how firm that ass had felt under her hand. Entering the classroom Ginny walked to the front of the room where she noticed that a table was full of red round melons.

Snape rose from behind his desk and walked over and picked up one of the melons. “These are Rosacrescents as you should know from Herbology. Tell me what their use is in the art of potion making.”

His voice sounded caressing to Ginny as she told him the various uses the melon had.

“Very good Miss Weasley,” Snape said softly. “You will cut up these melons and put them in jars to preserve for future use. I suggest you get started.”

Ginny picked up a knife and began slicing the melons. The air was soon full of the sweet aroma, a cross between a cantaloupe and raspberries. Her hands were soon sticky and she occasionally licked at her fingers to taste the juice. Snape walked over and stood across from the table watching her intently. She was working on the last melon when he spoke.

“Feel free, if you fancy a taste Miss Weasley,” he said silkily.

The suggestive tone almost made her drop her knife. She watched as Snape picked up a slice of the melon. His tongue flicked out and capture some juice that was threatening to fall before he slowly sucked in a piece. Ginny couldn’t tear her gaze away from his mouth and when his tongue swiped the fruit again she moaned.

She could barely think as she continued to dice the melon and was glad when Snape moved away from the table. It wasn’t until she felt a brush against her hair that she realized he had moved to stand behind her.

“Is something the matter Miss Weasley?” his voice purred in her ear.

Ginny turned quickly, grasping Snape’s hair and pulled his face down to hers. She ground her lips against his, tasting the sweet nectar from the melon. ‘I am going to be in so much trouble’ she thought as he pulled away.

“Five more points from Gryffindor Miss Weasley,” he said smugly, a faint smile on his lips. “Such inappropriate behavior, I am shocked.”

Bloody bastard. She glared at him,ugh ugh she felt her desire flood between her legs. Swallowing, she screwed up her courage. “I am sorry sir. I must be coming down with something.”

Glancing up at him she saw he was smirking. Angry now, she couldn’t resist and once more grabbed him, forcing his lips on hers. This time however he didn’t pull away and Ginny felt her knees shake as he kissed her back. His tongue parted her mouth and he took control, stroking, bruising, and making her gasp as he assault her mouth. When he finally broke the kiss she was clinging to his robes to keep from falling.

“Stubborn Gryffindor,” he whispered dangerously, his dark eyes glittering at her. “Five more points for kissing your professor.”

Ginny almost shrieked in anger but then she felt herself being lifted. She was plopped unceremoniously on the table filled with the seeds and pulp from the fruit.

“I am going to have to teach you how to behave more appropriately when you are with your professor Miss Weasley,” Severus said, as he pulled out his wand. Before she could open her mouth, Ginny felt her clothes disappear and she felt the wet slimy pulp under her butt and legs.

She gasped as she felt his hands spreading her legs, now sticky from the melon juice and he leaned over. “My, my. What a mess you have made Miss Weasley,” he purred, lowering his face until he was inches from her stomach. “Do you need some assistance cleaning up?”

“Ye—es,” she choked, trembling at the thought. Surely Snape wasn’t going…oh he was! His face delved down and she felt his mouth on her, his tongue slipping into her folds as he slipped two fingers in her.

His tongue slid up and down her clit, his fingers stretching her as she whimpered and squirmed on the slick table. Ginny heard him chuckle as he assaulted her nub faster and she tried to grasp the table as her body tingled. Her orgasm started from her toes and she cried out as she arched against his mouth.

Ginny was panting, her mind still in disbelief as Snape rose up. He had disrobed, when she didn’t know and didn’t care as he climbed up her body, his hard cock slipping easily into her wet cunny.

He caressed her breasts with sticky hands as he thrust hard into her. Ginny grasped his arms, wrapping her legs around his thighs and raising her hips to meet his thrusts, panting, enjoying this immensely. He buried deeply into her as his movements made the table creak beneath them and when he claimed her mouth at last, she felt her orgasm starting. She had just begun when he ceased all movements and broke the kiss to look down at her, a sly grin on his face.

“And how shall you behave with your professor from now on Miss Weasley?” he purred holding her hips firmly as she strained to move against him.

“Do whatever he wants,” she gasped, scratching at his arms, urging him to continue.

“Five points to Gryffindor,” he chuckled, thrusting into her fast and hard. Ginny climaxed immediately, her whimpers muffled as he kissed her. Sated, she lowered her trembling legs. “Not yet,” he growled, grabbing her legs and forcing them up until he draped them over his shoulders. Pulling back, he guided her until her buttocks were off the table.

Holding her hips, he lifted and lowered her, each stroke hitting a spot deep inside that made her moan as a tingle flowed throw her veins. Tears came to her eyes as she felt the orgasm hit, the strength of it causing her to scream loudly as dots filled the corners of her vision.

Ginny was still moaning as he pulled out and guided her off the table. He turned her around and put her hands on the table. Pressing on her back he bent her over and slid in. “I can’t, not again,” she gasped as he began.

Severus smirked at her plea. He knew the last person she had probably been with was Lockhart and he had his suspicions that Gilderoy was capable of ruining a woman for sex from the women on staff recounts. This luscious piece was too delectable for such thoughts as giving up sex. No wonder Lupin preferred Gryffindors he thought wryly.

“One more time,” he murmured, stroking long and deep, in languid movements as his fingers caressed her swollen nub. She was so wet and hot; he kne coe couldn’t last any longer.

She could only moan as her body twitched as she came again, blackness flooding her vision. She felt his hot seed spurting, then running down her thighs, mingled with her own juices. He held her around the waist, breathing heavily against her neck. It must have been that fact that she had almost passed out that had her hallucinating that he was stroking her hair in a concerned way, looking deep in her eyes then holding her until her trembling stopped…

“Then I got dressed and he cleaned us and the table,” Ginny finished sighing. She looked at Hermione and tried not to laugh. Her friend was sitting there with her mouth slightly open and her face very flushed.

“Believe me Hermione, if I could have a lover like Snape I would never leave the bedroom,” she said mischievously.

“Right,” Hermione said vaguely. “Still, I don’t think it would be proper…”

“Sure Hermione,” Ginny said getting to her feet. “I will try to remind myself the next time I get detention.” ‘Which I hope is very soon,’ she thought.

Hermione sat there stunned. She was so turned on by Ginny’s description that she had a wild idea of going to the dungeons and asking Snape if he would relieve the lust coursing through her. Her hand trailed down to her skirt, where she slid her fingers under her pants. She was soaking wet and it only to a few minutes for her to come.

****

Harry climbed the stairs to the Astronomy tower a grin on his face. He had been surprised when Professor Sinistra had approached him after dinner and asked him if he were busy that evening. She had told him there was something important going on in the constellations tonight and wanted to know if he would mind helping her watch for any unexpected meteorite or what have you. Harry had his suspicions to the real reason she had asked him, since he no longer took Astronomy.

His hair was damp for he had just taken a long bath in the Prefects bathroom and the cool night air made him shiver. He had barely stepped out onto the tower when he heard someone.

“Harry? What are you doing here?”

Harry saw Dean Thomas standing by one of the telescopes that lined the edge of the tower and walked over to him. “Hello Dean,” Harry greeted him, feeling deflated. Apparently Professor Sinistra did just want some help.

Dean shifted on his feet and eyed Harry. “Did Professor Sinistra ask you to help her tonight?”

“Yeah,” Harry said noticing Dean’s discomfort. Then it hit him. Surely he and Ron were not the only boys having an interesting term with the women on staff. Even Neville had stumbled in one morning with a slaphappy grin on his face muttering something about an all night Herbology lesson.

Harry was about to question Dean when Professor Sinisclimclimbed onto the tower. “Good evening gentlemen,” she said with a soft smile. Harry could smell her perfume and she was wearing black robes that were very low cut at the top. As she walked to them, he saw her long white legs as the robes parted on the side. He heard Dean swallow hard and Harry blushed. Maybe Sinistra had forgotten she had asked him and was only expecting one of them to show up.

Harry, Dean, if you would, start by looking through the telescopes and see if you can discern any unusual occurrences in the sky. Let me know when something unexpected happens.”

Feeling he was going to waste his night, Harry looked into therestrest telescope. He had been staring into the sky for a few minutes when he felt someone press against his back. “Anything happening Mr. Potter?” Sinistra’s soft voice was in his ear and he felt her fingers brushing the side of his neck.

“No Professor,” he said quickly as she press tighter against his back and he felt her full breasts.

“Are you sure Harry?” she whispered, her mouth now pressing up and down his neck as her other hand slipped around him and into his robes. Harry gasped as he felt her hand slide up under his shirt, caressing his flesh. “I thought you would notice that Venus was shining very bright tonight. The goddess of love is in her glory tonight.”

“Yes,” Harry hissed as her hand now moved down to unzip his jeans. “I can see that now.” He held his breath as her hand slipped into his pants and wrapped around his hardening cock.

They stood there a few minutes, Sinistra stroking him firmly as her mouth explored the back of his neck. A small whimper escaped him as she moved away. “Keep watching Harry,” she whispered seductively.

Harry watched her walk over to Dean who was still staring through his telescope and saw a similar scenario happen with Dean. Blushing, Harry couldn’t help but watch and wondered if she intended to carry on farther with each of them in turn. He had never watched someone, well, shag in front of him.

He heard Dean moan then watched as Professor Sinistra moved away holding Dean’s hand. So he was to be first.

Sinistra led Dean over to were Harry was standing. She kissed Dean then turned to kiss Harry. Harry head was spinning at the sensual way her lips and tongue moved against his. Though he had been with Fleur, this woman was definitely a better kisser. Her lips trailed up to his ear once more. “Listen to the goddess Harry. Whatever you want, just do it,” she said coyly. She turned and started kissing Dean while opening his robes.

Harry watched as she released Dean’s cock, then knelt down before the tall black boy and took him fully in her mouth. Dean gave Harry a lopsided grin before he closed his eyes and tangled his hands in her dark hair. Harry thought he was going to have to satisfy himself as his erection was becoming painful and then he noticed that Sinistra had flipped the back of her robes up. He almost growled when he saw that she wore nothing underneath and her beautiful rounded ass was presented to him.

Glancing at Dean once more to make sure his eyes were still closed, though Harry didn’t care anymore, he knelt behind the Astronomy professor and began running his hands over the silky flesh, before reaching her sex. She was wet and hot and he knew what she wanted.

Kneeling behind her, he slid into her surprisingly tight cunny, and he moaned loudly, definitely not caring what Dean thought, as he was making his own noise. Harry began to thrust into Sinistra and couldn’t help but grin. It was surely a most interesting new term.