Sorority Boys

Saturday came too quickly with a massive headache. Draco opened one eye and looked around in the room. He was still wearing that idiotic dress that was too small for him now because Poly Juice had lost its magic.

“Oh, I need a drink,” he growled and climbed to his feet that threatened to give away any second. Something yelped under his foot and looking down he saw a bundle of Ron in a dress and some hairy older man hugging him in his slumber.

“Oi, watcha doin’?” asked Ron and then the hangover hit him hard.

“Gettin’ a drink and getting’ outta here,” said Draco and looked at the House full of drunken people that were all scattered around the floor.

“Oh, Merlin! Who is that?!” squealed Ron when he found his mate. He got to his wobbly feet and went to look for Harry and Blaise who were sitting on the front porch fully clothed and presentable. They had charmed their dresses into usual guy clothes they were used to wear.

“Wha… Anyway, let’s get out of here,” said Ron and pulled Draco out of the House. They sneaked back into JKR, which was almost abandoned because most of the girls were still in KKK half naked here and there. Only the real bookworms had remained and they didn’t bother them.

“So, what are we gonna do?” asked Ron and changed into his jeans and baggy T-shirt.

“Oh, I don’t know. Wait for an owl. We do have two free days to spend,” said Harry and took out his schoolbooks and papers.

“Are you gonna study?! You yourself said we have two days!” asked Draco who was grooming his hair in the bathroom. They had decided to be boys for a while and not go into the girlie stuff before Monday or before Neville sends a note that they are forgiven and restated into KKK.

“Of course. We have a huge test coming up and I haven’t as much as looked at the textbook! I need a really good grade in this,” said Harry and opened the first page.

“You’re nuts. We could go and hang out,” said Draco after coming out and presenting his outfit that was a true ladies killer. The tight black pants with a silk red shirt that had quite a few buttons opened to show off his chest. A new version of Drucilla. And the spicy cologne was killing everyone in the room.

“Uhuh,” mocked Ron, “And then what?”

“Then we’ll get really drunk again, sleep with some girls and pay a lot of money to Professors to get a good grade,” said Draco merrily and waited for others to start moving.

“Great plan,” laughed Blaise and looked out of the window. “Hold that plan. Hermione is coming and she doesn’t look okay.”

“What? She’s coming? Hurry, somebody drink Poly Juice and go to her. She needs a shoulder to cry on,” said Harry and fished out one of the last bottles of that potion.

“I’m not going. I just had this done,” said Draco pointing to his chic look. He itched to get some real fuck with a woman and not the other way around.

“Well, I have to study,” replied Harry and hold up his very heavy schoolbook full of magical symbols and stuff.

“And I…” started Ron whose excuse would have been that he’d fuck it up big time.

“I’ll go,” said Blaise and took the potion and dusted into it some black hair of the beautiful girl he had met just a while ago. Changing into girlie clothes was easy. He just slipped on a summer dress without bothering with the underwear. He was going commando.

“Don’t screw anything up!” yelled Harry at Blair as she went to comfort Hermione who had locked herself into her room. Blair knocked on her door and waited for her answer.

“Who… who is it?” came a sniff from the room.

“It’s me, Blair,” she said, “Can I come in?”

“Um… uh, wait a sec,” told Hermione and Blair heard some shuffling before she opened the door a bit and looked out. Blair noticed a bruise on her cheek she tried to hide with her messy hair.

“What happened? Who did this to you?” asked Blair and let herself in, “Was it Neville?”

Hermione was feeling so embarrassed and sick that she wanted to die.

“He found me cheating on him!” she cried out and slumped onto the sofa and took a pillow to burry her face in it. Blair sat next to her and put her arms around her and pulled her into a hug. Hermione settled her head with the pillow into her lap and cried uncontrollably.

“With who?” asked Blair carefully and stroked her back.

“I don’t even know their names!”

“Their? More than one?” asked Blair with false shock. Oh, she knew alright but wanted her to say that.

“Oh, I’m such a slut, aren’t I? I slept with these two girls I met…”

“Girls? So you do like girls?”

Hermione stopped sobbing and stared at the carpet with blurry eyes. She was so messed up.

“I, uh… I don’t know. I guess so,” she figured.

“You aren’t sure? Well, tell me what you felt when you slept with Neville and what with those girls?” asked Blair. Hermione had found that Blair’s bare knee was more interesting than the psychoanalysis. She traced lazily her fingers over the knee and heard a sharp intake from above. Then she stopped and bit her lower lip.

“Neville treated me like I was made of porcelain. Perhaps he was a bit afraid of me cuz we were in the same class and in the same House back in Hogwarts. But the Chinese twins… They were little wild cats and I loved them for that,” confessed Hermione.

“So, it’s really not about lesbianism but about the attention and passion?” asked Blair trying to understand her reasons for sleeping with two sex kittens.

“Um, I guess so. I do want a man, yes, but not Neville. I want someone who would take me…”

“Fast and hard? Tied up and teased to the brink? Or perhaps a threesome? An orgy?” asked Blair who was feeling rather hot. If she had been a guy then this situation might have been a little uncomfortable.

Hermione was sighing as she thought about that and then looked up. There was a shy grin on her face.

“Yeah, all that.”

“Then I will get you proper men to satisfy you,” said Blair with a wide grin and kissed her lightly on the lips.

“Really?”

“Really, really.”