Interschool Relations - Wicked Games

Interschool Relations: Wicked Games

Chapter One: Land Ho

Hermione felt the temperature skyrocket underneath the invisibility cloak. Prickles of perspiration formed on her upper lip while her heart pounded. Harry, who had been squashed against her as they maneuvered stealthily through the Durmstrang ship, pulled away slightly, breaking the previously unnoticed contact – which was now searingly awkward - between his left thigh and Hermione’s buttock. Hermione could hear Harry’s sudden change in breathing and increased heat radiating from his flushed skin. Between their two sweaty bodies, the interior of the invisibility cloak felt like a sweltering tropics, which made Hermione’s hair even frizzier than usual. Hermione bit her lower lip and tried not to gasp as she stared raptly, flustered, at the unexpected sight before them.

Directly in front of them, Viktor Krum was fucking Alicia Spinnet against a wooden wall of the ship’s corridor. Alicia was leaning forward, her hands pressed against the wall on either side of a porthole, her back to Krum, her legs spread. Had Alicia’s eyes been open, and had she not been busy screaming “Viktor! You’re a fucking Quidditch god! You’re a Triwizard champion!” as Krum penetrated her from behind, she might have enjoyed a picturesque view of Hogwarts castle in the distance, its windows glowing cozily in the night. Alicia was entirely naked, her breasts bouncing as Krum thrust into her. Being one of Gryffindor’s Chasers, an athlete, Alicia had spectacular muscle definition in her arms and legs. She needed that strength to handle what Krum was giving her. Krum’s sweaty bare torso gleamed in lamplight, sleek muscles rippling. He’d not even bothered to take off his pants and boots; he’d unzipped for a quick shag.

Viktor reached around to press one hand against Alicia’s toned abdomen, while his other hand squeezed her perky right breast. As he thrust into her, he used the leverage on her stomach to pull her closer. He began kneading her breasts, squeezing them together with his massive hand, as Alicia nearly sobbed in ecstasy, whether from physical pleasure or the triumph of being shagged by a Quidditch star, or both. Alicia’s gasps of pleasure, not to mention her glistening, nude body, stirred a reaction in Harry. His erection pressed against his jeans, and he was very aware that he stood mere inches from Hermione, trapped under the infernal cloak.

All he’d wanted to do was follow Snape onto the Durmstrang ship in hope of overhearing a conversation between Snape and Karkarov. Both of their dark marks had been bothering them, Harry suspected, and he wanted to find out if they knew Voldemort’s whereabouts and whether he’d attached himself to someone else’s head. Now, of all things, he was seeing Viktor wrap his left hand into Alicia’s long hair, twist it around his fingers, and yank, tilting her head back, while he gripped her waist and plunged into her, his balls slapping against her backside.

It was fucking stifling under the invisibility cloak. Harry longed to unzip his own trousers and free his throbbing cock. Hermione was a woman. Suddenly, it seemed stupid that they weren’t getting each other off. He fantasized about freeing his cock, and Hermione noticing. She got excited. ‘Oh, Harry, it’s so big,” she’d whisper. He pictured her dropping to her knees and sucking him off. He almost exploded when he imagined her soft, warm lips wrapped around his dick. Fuck.

Hermione, enthralled, watched Viktor’s buttocks flex as he grunted and thrusted into Alicia. He did look like a Quidditch god, with his bulging muscles, his curly dark hair damp with sweat, his thick eyebrows, aristocratic nose, and a slight scowl on his face as he fucked probably the thousandth woman who had offered herself to him. How else could he seem so detached as he slid in and out of this writhing, moaning girl? Hermione’s heart pounded so hard she was sure it echoed through the ship. The network of nerves in her most intimate place throbbed and swelled with a wickedly sweet ache. She never thought sex could be like this, with hair pulling and savage thrusting. Krum didn’t even want to look at Alicia’s face.

Hermione’s idea of sex was based on a racy movie she’d watched on cable television when her parents weren’t home, in which a highway bandit with a heart of gold made love to a noblewoman, and it involved missionary position, a heaving bosom, fluttering eyelids, loads of kissing, and both participants sighing ‘my dahh-ling’ while gazing into each other’s dewy eyes.

Her mind never stopped working, even when overheated and raging with sex. As though taking mental notes for paper titled ‘Analysis of Krum and Alicia Fucking,’ she observed that Alicia’s ecstasy stemmed from the idea of who she was fucking – a celebrity Quidditch star. It didn’t matter that Krum had chicken bone shoulders or a near unibrow. Because people swooned and screamed over him, so did Alicia. Hermione thought it might be like fucking Severus Snape. He had greasy hair and a nasty scowl, but he was a brilliant professor, arrogant and domineering, and the idea of him ravishing her made Hermione hot. Krum didn’t care who he was fucking as long as she was sexy and worshipped him.

Dimitri Kozlov, another seventh-year Durmstrang student, came around a corner and seemed unfazed by the rutting pair in the corridor. Hermione sacrificed a few seconds to glance at Dimitri, who was very cute, with wild, wavy brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. An image flashed into her mind of Dimitri discovering her and pressing her against the wall, kissing her. Even Harry, right next to her, what if he slipped his hand under her shirt and pulled her toward him. Harry probably had a well-chiseled torso, an athlete’s body like Krum. She’d love to run her hands down Harry’s strong, naked chest, feel his lips and hot breath on her neck. What would it feel like when he slid his cock into her? She realized she was panting. Of course, she had zero experience, and standing underneath an invisibility cloak on the Durmstrang ship, trying to be silent, was not an ideal situation to start fooling around.

As Viktor slowed his thrusts a bit, he suddenly encircled Alicia with one arm, wrapped his other arm under her leg, lifted her off the ground a few inches, and roughly tipped her forward so her face and breasts mashed against the porthole glass. There was no tenderness; he hefted her like a side of beef. With a few deep thrusts, he groaned and orgasmed. Abruptly and unceremoniously, he pulled out and dumped Alicia onto the floor. Exhausted, she slumped against the wall like a broken doll. Viktor didn’t even glance at her.

“I need a shower. She is yours if you want, Dimitri,” Viktor said. He hadn’t even bothered to tuck his engorged cock back into his pants. Hermione had never seen a penis before. From a distance, she thought Viktor’s seemed big and red, and angry-looking, like a monster, as it bobbed slightly.

“No more used goods for me, thanks,” Dimitri replied.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could offer me to your friends,” Alicia protested. Both Harry and Hermione were relieved to hear their fellow Gryffindor finally displaying some dignity. Although the next Quidditch practice was going to be very awkward for Harry, having to force himself not to remember Alicia naked, he understood why she’d let Krum fuck her. If Ron were a girl, he’d have throw his fangirl self at Krum too.

“There is a lack of pussy at this Hogwarts school,” Viktor growled to Dimitri. “Prudes, most of them. And very few good-looking girls. Have you seen the one that looks like a cow. And the girl with all the acne? Also the one with big bushy hair and buckteeth. Very plain. I would ruin my reputation fucking those girls.”

“I’ve seen a few that are all right,” Dimitri said.

Harry had grabbed Hermione’s arm with his sweaty hand and tried to pull her away. The show was over, the spell broken. He knew she wouldn’t react well to Viktor’s words, and he was right - Hermione was furious and highly embarrassed, knowing exactly who Vikor meant by the bushy-haired girl with buckteeth. She was still turned on, too, and her body was about to explode with conflicting emotions.

As Harry pulled her backward, they unfortunately bumped into Snape and Karkarov who were walking down a cross corridor behind them.

“What-?” Karkarov exclaimed as he collided with an invisible object that exclaimed “oof!” with two voices.

“Potter…” Snape guessed, snatching the invisibility cloak off Harry and Hermione. He glared at them with his intense black eyes for a few seconds, then noticed Alicia naked on the floor, reaching for her clothes. Viktor tucked his deflating cock back into his pants, zipped up, and glowered at Harry and Hermione.

Snape didn’t seem to care that Alicia was out after curfew, naked and sprawled on the floor of the Durmstrang ship. Only Dumbledore’s golden pets, Hermione and Harry, were in trouble. Snape’s nostrils flared slightly, and Hermione blushed, wondering if his sensitive nose could smell the musk of her damp knickers. She’d had a crush on the dark, intimidating, and possibly evil Potions professor since first year. The thought of Snape knowing she was turned on and a deviant voyeur made her even more aroused. And, for some reason, being sweaty and a mess, and having been insulted, made her even wetter, like she was so dirty she should give up and scream “Fuck me!” and be taken right there on the floor. He could probably sense that too. Damn! If Snape even just whispered ‘filthy whore’ and brushed her swollen nub with one long, pale, finger, she was sure she’d come. She almost whimpered, wanting it so badly.

“Why were they invisible?” Karakarov complained. “They are spying on my ship? First Potter illegally enters Triwizard Tournament, now what?”

“Krum’s the cheater! He should have graduated last year!” Harry protested, sick of being called an attention-seeking prat for having his name emerge from the Goblet of Fire. Krum, upon discovering last year that the Triwizard Tournament was to be postponed, conveniently failed several subjects so that he’d have to repeat his seventh year.

“Maybe I am too busy making millions of galleons by being international Quidditch star to pass exams!” Krum spat back. “At least I try to finish my education properly.”

Karkarov shook his head. “They should not be on my ship. I will speak to Dumbledore about this.”

Snape’s mouth turned up in the hint of a wicked smile. “Yes, Potter, Miss Granger, what are you doing on the ship? Perhaps some misguided, delusional Gryffindor heroics? Or simply enjoying a show?” He nodded toward Viktor, who continued scowling at them. Alicia blushed as she buttoned her shirt. The next Quidditch practice was going to be VERY awkward, Harry decided.

“No, we were on our way to Gryffindor tower…” Harry trailed off uncomfortably.

“…got lost, we didn’t realize…” Hermione squeaked. Her sexual frenzy had cooled along with her body as air circulated against her moist skin, although her cheeks glowed with embarrassment, knowing that everyone present had heard Viktor refer to her as ‘plain’ and ‘bushy-haired’ and ‘bucktoothed’. Even worse, she was painfully aware that her hair was even huger and frizzier than normal from the humidity under the cloak.

“I will take them immediately to the Headmaster,” Snape promised Karkarov. “He will be interested to hear how astoundingly dimwitted his favorite pupils are, apparently unable to distinguish between Gryffindor tower and a ship in the middle of a lake.”