Harry Potter, Porn Star: Orgy-rific!!

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Harry crept stealthily through the dark, misty night to the Quidditch pitch. The dew on the grass transferred to the bottom of his Invisibility Cloak, but he wasn’t truly worried about that. It was far past curfew the night before the final Gryffindor/Slytherin match of the year, and he had heard that the Slytherins were planning something big.

‘Something big’ when planned by Slytherins usually meant trouble for the Gryffindors, and as Harry would prefer to survive ‘til the Leaving Feast, he decided, as the Captain of the Gryffindor team, to sneak down and see if he could figure out what they’d planned.

Finally, he found himself outside the doors to the Gryffindor changing rooms. Without hesitating, he pushed his way in and looked around. Nothing seemed out of place, but then again…

He cast a series of spells and anti-jinx charms around the room, looking for any sign of magical mischief. Nothing. Damn.

Just then, a loud thump from outside caught his attention. Opening the door a crack, he watched the two Slytherin beaters disappear behind the door to the Slytherin changing rooms. Ah ha! Whatever they were planning, they must be carrying it out now!

Looking left and right before stepping out of the Gryffindor changing rooms, he didn’t see anyone else and quickly darted to the door of the Slytherin changing rooms. Sucking in a deep breath, he pulled the door open and slipped inside as quickly as possible to prevent anyone inside noticing the door opening on its own.

As he took in the scene in the changing rooms, however, he realised he really shouldn’t have worried about that. The entire team, minus Malfoy and Zabini—who was playing Keeper this year—were there, naked to the last, and most were engaged in extremely carnal acts.

Harry blinked and his mouth dropped open as he spied the three chasers lying in a circle on a conjured pallet, sucking each other off.

Unfortunately for Harry, he had frozen in shock right inside the door, so when it was jerked open and two figures slid through, his invisible form was directly in their path.

“Oomph!” The air was driven from his lungs as he fell to the floor, whoever it was who had walked in landing solidly on top of him.

“What the hell?!”

Harry stiffened in dread when he registered who that voice belonged to. All of a sudden, his cloak was pulled from him and twelve Slytherins, ten of them naked and…erect…standing glowering down at him.

“Well, well,” Malfoy said with a smirk, eyes lighting with unholy glee. “Look what we caught, boys. It’s a Gryffindork. Hello, little Gryffindork. Were you enjoying the view?”

Harry rolled his eyes and moved to stand up, only to have Malfoy place a booted foot in the middle of his chest, holding him down.

“Malfoy, dammit! Geroff me!” Harry shouted, trying ineffectually to remove Malfoy’s foot, or, baring that, to simply roll out from underneath it. Malfoy just watched him struggle, a small, wicked smile curving his lips.

“If you wanted to join in the ritual pre-game orgy, Potter, all you had to do was ask,” he said suggestively.

Harry stilled, green eyes wide with alarm flying to Malfoy’s. “Orgy?” he squeaked.

Malfoy rolled his eyes and stepped away from Harry, shucking his school robes as he said, sarcastically, “Ten naked boys in one room, three of them sucking each other off already…no, this is just a strategy session. Be a good boy and hurry back to your common room now, to dream of fluffy little bunny rabbits.”

Malfoy should have saved his breath, because the minute he took off his robes to reveal that he’d been wearing nothing underneath them, Harry’s brain ceased to function. His pale, lean body seemed to glow in the light of the changing room, and Harry couldn’t stop looking.

A burst of daring, or bravery, or perhaps simply stupidity washed over him in that instant and he stood up, walked over to Malfoy, and said, “Shut up, Malfoy.”

Malfoy smirked, and issued his standard, “Why don’t you make me, Potter?”

“All right, then,” Harry said, grabbing him by the shoulders and taking his mouth in a brutally violent kiss, stunning Malfoy, and causing the rest of the Slytherins to freeze in shock.

When Malfoy relaxed into the kiss, Harry eased up on the pressure and began a seductive dance with his tongue in and out of Malfoy’s mouth, tempting the other boy’s to follow. At Malfoy’s first moan of pleasure, the rest of the Slytherins relaxed and continued on with the pre-game festivities.

Malfoy reached up and ripped Harry’s shirt open, causing his rival seeker to let out a small sound of distress. “Scared, Potter?”

“You wish, Malfoy,” Harry replied, lunging forward to nip at Draco’s neck, causing the blond to shudder a bit. Noticing this, Harry did it again, only slightly harder this time. Draco tossed back his head and moaned, pulling Harry’s hips roughly against his.

“If you’re going to back out, now is the time,” Harry heard from behind him. He left off his feast of Malfoy’s neck and turned to see a very naked Zabini right behind him.

“When has a Gryffindor ever backed down from a challenge, Zabini?” he asked coolly.

Zabini looked at Malfoy then, their smirks mirroring one another’s. “Well, in that case, I’d say you’re overdressed for the occasion, Potter.” So saying, Zabini stepped forward and slipped his hands around Harry’s waist, making quick work of his belt and the opening of his trousers.

Yet another set of hands went to work on his trainers and Harry looked down to see the burly beater, Goyle, kneeling at his feet, looking up at him with lascivious intent. He returned that look with one of his own, catching sight of the thick, long member hanging between the other boy’s legs.

Harry really didn’t know half the boys in the room; most were students he’d only seen from a distance at meals. Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Zabini were the only seventh year Slytherins on the team. But at this point, he was past caring.

When Malfoy pulled away and sauntered into the showers, throwing a come hither look over his shoulder at the rest of the boys, Harry felt several sets of hands steer him in that direction. As he allowed himself to be led to the showers, he pulled back slightly and tugged off his glasses, laying them on a bench. [A/N: I don’t care what you saw in GoF, people who wear glasses do NOT wear them while bathing.]

From then on, the entire experience was a blur of colours and sounds. Blond hair was replaced with black and then a paler colour. He kissed and caressed one boy while three more were doing the same to him. Soapy hands were all over him, slipping up his shaft, tugging on his balls, sliding along the crack of his arse.

He didn’t protest at all when two fingers plunged into his hole, partly because Malfoy’s tongue was buried down his throat, but mostly because he had accepted this, wanted this with a driving hunger. He was a Gryffindor at heart, but there was still a small part of him, a Slytherin part, that wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to fuck and get fucked by as many people as possible.

Harry wasn’t a virgin, not by any means, but he’d never had an experience like this. It was his wildest fantasy, even though in his most convoluted dreams, he would never have thought of doing this with the entire Slytherin Quidditch team, in the Slytherin showers.

He was riding on a high of pleasure, doing his utmost to swallow around a large member in his mouth while another, even thicker one, was impaling him from the other end. When a mouth engulfed his cock, he reached out a hand, waiting, and wasn’t left hanging for long. Soon he was jacking yet another boy with that hand, mind hazy with passion and the utterly divine fucking he was receiving.

The boy in his arse sped up his pace, hips jerking frantically before pulling out and spraying his come all over Harry’s back. Harry pulled his mouth of the boy in front of him long enough to snarl, “Another,” and was rewarded when a new cock was shoved hard and fast into his loosened hole.

This cock was utterly delicious; the tip curved just enough that the boy was hitting Harry’s prostate with each pounding thrust, something the first boy had not been able to accomplish even once. With a sharp, muffled cry, Harry stiffened and came down the throat of whoever was sucking him off.

The vibrations of his scream around the boy in front of him made that boy lose control and wrap his hands in Harry’s hair, fucking his mouth forcefully. Within moments, Harry was fighting to swallow a whole load of come, moaning and shivering as the boy behind him continued to send sparks along his spine with every thrust.

Once the boy in his mouth moved out of the way, Harry turned around and hissed behind him, not noticing that he’d slipped into Parseltongue, urging the boy whose cock had been made for him to let go of his control. His mental haze lifted just a bit as he noticed that the blurry image behind him had Malfoy’s distinct hair.

He shuddered in pleasure and clenched his anal muscles around Malfoy, some part of him taking wicked delight in knowing that Malfoy was fucking him like he was some porn star.

He jerked on the cock in his hand, guiding that boy to his face, mouth watering when he realised it was Zabini’s cock he was about to taste. That particular Slytherin was the only Black boy on the Slytherin Quidditch team. Harry moaned and rolled his eyes up, letting the pure, carnal lust he felt show in them. He was rewarded when Zabini growled and thrust his huge cock into Harry’s mouth, nearly choking him on its length.

Harry remembered to relax his throat muscles enough to take all of Zabini. When he did, he was gratified to hear Zabini let out a soft moan as he hit the back of Harry’s throat. Harry started humming then, knowing how that would feel to the other boy. Zabini gasped and thrust harder, shoving himself down Harry’s throat.

“Fuck him hard, Draco,” Zabini urged.

“My…pleasure,” Malfoy gasped out, literally slamming himself into Harry now.

Harry’s cock was once again hard and throbbing, and he reached a hand down to jack himself, not knowing who else was left in any condition to take care of it for him and not about to release Zabini long enough to ask. Someone must have been watching, though, because his hand was slapped away and a hot mouth replaced it.

He became lost to sensation then, unable to concentrate on anything other than the delightful cocks filling him up at both ends and the hot, sucking action of the mouth swallowing around his cock. He was pushed higher than he’d ever been, riding a wild wave of passion.

Zabini was the first to come and the smell and taste of him set off Harry, who came so hard and so forcefully that the edges of his vision went grey. The contractions of his arse around Malfoy made that boy shout and stiffen as his own orgasm overcame him.

They collapsed in a heap, Harry narrowly missing the fifth year whose skillful mouth had so eagerly sucked him off. All of a sudden the showers all turned on, cleaning them all, washing away the evidence of the orgy. Harry just lay there, letting the water pound him, too exhausted and sated to do anything else.

~*~

“I must say, Potter, you surprise me,” Malfoy said, as they were putting their clothing back on for the return trip to the castle. “I never thought I’d see the day the perfect Gryffindor joined in the Slytherin orgy.”

Harry smirked and asked, “Who ever said I was a perfect Gryffindor? You don’t know everything about me, Malfoy.”

“Hmm, apparently not.”

“So, this is the last orgy of the year, then?” Harry asked, slightly disappointed. “Too bad I didn’t decide to spy on you all last year,” he said, running a hot glance over Malfoy’s now-clothed form.

“Well,” Malfoy said with a smirk, “it doesn’t have to be. See,” here he came close and captured Harry’s lips in a soft kiss before nibbling along his jawline to his ear. “We always celebrate a win with an orgy. If we win tomorrow…consider yourself invited for the festivities.”

TBC?

A/N: I don’t know if I want to continue this or not. I guess it will depend on the reviews I receive.