Insurrection

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Insurrection

“Hermione, do you have any idea how redundant it is for you to go to a Halloween party dressed as a witch?” Ginny asked her.

“Ginny, we’re going to a club in muggle London, not a party. And it’s not as though anyone there is going to know I’m a witch. Besides, I’m not going as just any witch; I’m going as Elphaba from “Wicked.”

“Who?”

“She’s a character from a muggle book by Gregory McGuire. Remember when you visited me over the summer holiday?”

Ginny nodded.

“Do you remember the movie “The Wizard of Oz”? Again Ginny nodded her accent. “Well I’m going as the wicked witch of the west.”

“What? But she’s old…and ugly” Ginny responded in distaste.

\"It’s not exactly the same, they’re just…well “Wicked” is about the life of Elphaba. She’s not old or ugly in that book. Hell, she even lands a prince.” Granted he had blue skin, she thought to herself.

“Oh, alright then. So you’re going to charm your skin green?”

“Of course. And I’m changing my hair. This is one party where I can just go and have fun and not have to worry about anybody recognizing me.”

“Yeah but who’s gonna hit on a girl with green skin?” Ginny laughed.

“Shut-up you! You haven’t seen my dress yet. I haven’t got any worries about being hit on; blokes don’t care what color your skin is so long as they can see a lot of it! Anyway, what are you going as that gives you so much room to talk?” she asked.

“Cat-Woman,” she replied with a smirk. “Me in head to toe leather; I’m going to have a very good time.”

“Make sure you use a cooling charm, otherwise you’ll die of heat exhaustion.”

“What’d you tell Ron and Harry we were doing instead of going to Seamus’ party with them?”

“The truth; you and I are volunteering at St. Mungo’s in the children’s ward.”

“They bought that? Ron knows I’m shit with kids!”

“They bought it alright. I guess they just figured that I talked you into it.”

“True. After SPEW they’ll believe anything you claim to do so long as it’s a charity thing. So when are we going to this club anyway?”

“It won’t be worth going till half ten or so. We’ll apparate to Insurrection about then.”

“Insurrection? What kind of a name is that for a club? Sounds like the kind of place bikers and Goths would frequent.”

“Well there are some Goths that go there, but it caters to anyone. I’ve been there a few times with my cousin, Bianca. You’ll definitely be glad you’re going. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet a nice vampire to suck off.” Hermione retorted cheekily.

“Oh, ha ha. Come on, let’s ready. I’m going to have to magic that damn cat suit on, and off for that matter. You think some guy will think it’s strange that I can undress in less than two seconds?”

“Make sure he’s drunk and it won’t matter.”

~oOo~

Ten o’clock found the two girls putting the finishing touches on their respective costumes.

Hermione donned a slinky black dress, pointed witch’s hat, and five inch stiletto ruby slippers. Her dress nearly brushed the floor, but there was a slit almost to her hip every six inches. All in all it gave off the appearance of something that had been severely shredded. To that effect, it was strapless and fitted to the hip. She had lengthened her curls to her waist and charmed them a jet black, and her skin was the color of a sour apple jolly rancher (at least that’s what Ginny told her when she first saw the transformation). Her eyes had been lined in kohl, false lashes applied, and her lips were stained a deep wine color.

Ginny’s cat suit was a collage of skin tight, stitched patent leather, that covered nearly her entire body. She was wearing thigh-high black boots and carried a whip “for effect,” she stated. Half of her face was covered, her eyes blacked in where her mask came short, and her lips were glossed candy-apple red.

Hermione looked up at her in askance. “What? I was going for Michelle Pfeiffer? Not convincing?”

“You look great, but don’t hex anyone who mistakes you for a dominatrix.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault if some people are kinky. Maybe I should roll with the dominatrix thing…”
~oOo~

“God Mione, there must be a hundred people in line ahead of us! At this rate we’ll be lucky to get in,” Ginny grumbled.

“Relax, follow me.” Ginny and Hermione walked straight up to the door where an intimidating man in a black t-shirt with short hair and entirely too many tattoos stood. “Hey Brian.” The man looked at her quizzically until she started laughing and said “It’s me! Hermione!”

“Mione? Wow, didn’t recognize you with the wig.”

“The skin might’ve put you off a bit too,” Ginny piped in.

“Go on in girls, have a good time. And don’t fall for any bad lines!” He called after him. The people in line were obviously displeased at having been skipped over; Brian sent a glare their way.

~oOo~

The club was dark, loud, and packed with revelers grinding against each other. “This is definitely better than being stuck at Seamus’ with Harry and my brother” Ginny called out.

“I know! This way!” Hermione shouted over the music, gesturing to the bar. “We can hear ourselves think over here.”

“You were right about that cooling charm,” Ginny said, fanning herself.

The pair found a couple of stools and surveyed the pickings. Noticing a tall blond dressed as Legolas looking their way, Hermione adopted a sly expression and crossed her right leg over her left, giving the blond a complete view of her shapely legs. Spotting this, Ginny grinned and said “Will I be seeing you before tomorrow?”

“I hope not” Hermione whispered as the blond made his way toward her. He was extremely handsome. Platinum hair that hung to his broad shoulders framed his pale face. He had bright, silvery-blue, eyes, and a rather wicked grin.

“Would you care for a dance, or is this lovely woman your partner?”

“She is gorgeous, but I would much rather out there with you.”

“That’s promising.”

Ginny shot her a look that clearly said, ‘I won’t wait up,’ and went to find a dance partner for herself.

~oOo~

The floor was packed with hot, sweaty, writhing bodies. Everyone was so close together that there was no telling who was with who. Random couples moved against each other in various states of undress.

The blond pulled her close, one knee bent slightly to fit snuggly between her thighs. They moved together, her breasts were crushed against his hard chest, and his hand was roughly massaging the area where her arse met her thigh. He brought his face down to nuzzle her neck, licking, sucking, biting her tender flesh. Hermione moaned deep in her throat and gave him better access.

He moved from her ear to the hallow of her throat, leaving bite marks in his wake. Hermione’s hands were slowly making their way up his sculpted back, under his shirt. He pulled back to shrug off the offending piece of clothing; it only added to the pile already taking over the dance floor.

When he ceased his attack on her throat, Hermione leaned forward to give attention to his now exposed chest and abs. She was pleased to see a silver hoop through his nipple, expressing her gratitude by licking it, tugging on the ring with her teeth.

His hands had made it under her dress and his fingers were stroking her through the silk of her knickers. She needed more friction and ground down, trapping his hand between her dripping cunt and his thigh. Getting the hint, he removed his hand and started to grind against her. She pulled his hand back to her mound and guided his fingers into her panties. He groaned at wet she was. Thumb circling her clit, he plunged two fingers into her as he sucked on her nipple through the fabric of the dress.

So caught up with the amazing sensations he was sending through her, she didn’t notice when a second man pressed up against her back, lending her support as she arched into him. The second threw her hat to the floor and moved her hair to the side. His hands skimmed up and down her body settling on her breasts. His tongue fucked her ear as he pushed the material of her bodice down, exposing her from the waist up. His calloused hands brushed against her nipples, rolling then between his thumb and forefinger then alternately palming them.

The blond removed his hand from her pussy, and she cried out for the loss. In a moment, he was down on his knees, ripping her knickers from her body. He spread her legs roughly, the brunette ensuring she wouldn’t fall, and breathed in her musky scent. She shuddered as he ran his tongue from her arse to the top of her nether lips. He spread her with his fingers and flicked his tongue over her clit. She whimpered. Closing his lips over her hard nub he sucked hard, simultaneously pumping two fingers into her.

Her whole body was trembling, aching from so much pleasure in so short a time. Her hands had found their way into the brunette’s hair behind her. Between the tongue and fingers in her cunt and the attention to her breasts she was spent. Screaming out her orgasm, she slumped into the body supporting her. Fighting off the fog in her brain, she pulled the blond up to a bruising kiss, sucking his tongue into her mouth; a promise of what she’d do to him later.

“Fuck me” she said breathlessly. The blond made to grab her about the waist but she stopped him, and turned to face the brunette. “This way” she intoned. Lowering his trousers and boxers, the blond entered her roughly from behind. She grabbed the brunette by the band of his leather pants and smirked. She bent almost double, using his hips for support as she was pounded from behind.

Working the buttons of the brunette’s trousers was taking far too long for her tastes, so she spelled them off, not giving a shit if anyone saw. Thank Merlin for wandless magic. His cock was beautiful, seven inches long and a perfect width. He moved close enough for her to take it into her mouth. This angle left little work to deep throating, and soon she was being fucked from behind as well as down her throat.

The brunette came thickly in her mouth, his swearing lost in the sound of the crowd and the beat of the music. She was so close as she arched back into the blond. Fingers were massaging her clit, who’s she didn’t care. She turned her head to watch as the two men kissed over her shoulder. The sight of their tongues battling combined with the feeling of the blond in her and the brunette stroking her sent Hermione over the edge with a scream.

Seeing her release, the blond let himself go, thrusting almost violently into her until he came with a low growl. The three stood there together, in the middle of the dance floor recovering from their activities; the crowd too taken with their own pleasure to pay them any mind.

“I’m glad you decided not to go to Seamus’ party Harry.”

“He couldn’t bear the thought of the two of us getting off without him, love” Draco smirked.

“Whatever keeps him around I suppose.”

~Fin~

A/N: What can I say? I was trying to write a paper for my lit class and instead I came up with this. Please review if you liked it, but no flames, they accomplish nothing.