A Summer Night in the Potions Classroom

Hogwarts, for me anyway, had nearly finished. The NEWTS were just about to begin and I couldn’t sleep. It was so hot. I heard Hestia shift in the bed next to me and then a knock on our door. She immediately got up and, through the gap in the curtains round the four poster bed saw her kissing a man in the doorway. I don’t know how she had bypassed the charm but she dragged him into bed and soon they were a moaning mess and I couldn’t stand hearing it and not being able to join in. I was gagging for it, but far, far too shy to climb into her bed with whoever her boyfriend was and Hestia.

I decided to raid Slughorn’s potions cupboard for a sleeping draft, so, throwing my invisibility cloak over my nightie, walked through the Hufflepuff common room, past the kitchens and then down to the draughty potions room. I had found the potion and closed the cupboard when I heard the door open. Throwing my cloak tightly round me I saw Lucius Malfoy.

Or, as we Hufflepuffs called him, Sex on legs. He was gorgeous. His lips red and sensual in contrast to his pale skin and white-blonde hair and those ice eyes. And I had only imagined what he kept in those trousers. It was not left to my imagination for long.

He looked as if he was searching for someone and snarled in frustration when they weren’t there. Then, sitting on the desk, mere meters from me, he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. It was huge. Well, bigger than the two others I had seen, maybe eight and a half inches. It was so pale and thick, and as his hand ran up and down his shaft it began to harden and stand to attention. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, seized by a sudden desire to put my lips around it, but I stayed where I was, watching his face in spasms of pure bliss and concentration.

He was so caught up in his actions, and I in watching him, that we didn’t hear the door open until the voice said archly,
“Lucius Malfoy, what are you doing?”

It was Bellatrix Black. She looked gorgeous. When I looked back at Malfoy he had put himself away, although his trousers were hiding it poorly.

“You’re late,” he said, folding his arms across his chest.

“A prefect,” she said, walking towards Malfoy until she was standing in front of him, “attempted to stop me. I had to deal with him.”

Malfoy’s eyes were on Bella’s cleavage, and I couldn’t say I blamed him. I’d always been embarrassed about how small mine were but Bella’s made mine look invisible. And she wasn’t afraid of showing them. She was wearing a black corset pushing them up and a long black skirt. Malfoy twitched his hand in anticipation of hiking that skirt up, putting her hand under her thighs and clinging her to him as he drove into her, again and again and––but my imagination moved faster than reality. Malfoy was still ogling her breasts, but dragged his eyes upwards to say,

“And how did you do that?”

“Stunned him and locked him in a cupboard.”

They kissed, rather chastely, in greeting, lips barely touching. I was surprised and disappointment. This disappointment vanished when her fingers swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a taut chest of pure muscle, and then Bella’s quick, delicate hands moved to unzip him, gently hauling him out. His cock, still erect, seemed to be waiting for her blood red lips.

“Lovely,” Bella said, kneeling, holding it in one hand and delicately placing its tip in her lips. Oh God, I thought, wishing I was in her place. Her lips round it, sucking gently, before suddenly moving it to the back of her throat, in and out, in and out with Malfoy looking down on her and her breasts, hips bucking as they moved faster and faster. I felt myself dampening and slowly pulled off my knickers.

The entire desk was shaking and then Malfoy said, “For fuck’s sake Bella, take your top off,” and she, with the one hand not on his dick, tapped her wand to her chest and stripped. At the sight of her breasts Malfoy, his face contorted in pleasure and pain, demanded, “Swallow,” but Bella just smiled, and with a final suck removed her lips.

He came all over her breasts, the cum gleaming in the candlelight.

She then leans back on her knees, hiking her skirt up, exposing her cunt to him. I can’t see so stand up. I’m very, very wet. I tentatively begin to massage my breast, squeezing my nipple and with the other hand feel the insides of my upper thighs. He kneels, lying on top of her. Both of them, him so pale and Bella so dark, gleaming in the cnadlelight. But then Lucius tries to lick her breast and she grabs him by the back of his head, arm outstreteched as his head is forced from her body.

“No. Not yet.”

He could have mine anytime he wanted, but I’d never tell him that. I think they are about to kiss, violently and forcefully and they do, in a manner of speaking. Lips on lips. Bella pushes his head and his pale hair is buried against her pale skin.

I cannot see but I can hear his tongue flicking and her, Bella’s body twisting in ecstasy on the stone floor. With her hands she cups her breasts, squeezing the nipples until they are pert, alert, ready to be taken and sucked. She kneads them with her thumb and forefinger, and I begin to knead mine, gently at first and then, as Bella’s face orgasms faster and faster and I am so pent up I’m sure I have to cum but then Bella shivers and says, “Now.”

Lucius doesn’t need telling twice. Within seconds he is straddling her, his cock centimetres from her entrance. He’s enjoying teasing her. I don’t know how he has the control, his precum already mixed with her juices. He touches her cunt briefly and Bella’s hands move as if to force him in but he’s too quick, both his hands pin her arms to the ground and they glare at each other with such hate. But I’m sure it’s only pretend. I give my cunt a tentative push. It’s damp as hell and when Lucius finally enters Bella so my finger enters me. I move in motion with Lucius, as he, gently at first but then faster and faster and faster until I emit a cry of ecstasy as I cum. I remove my finger, slowly sucking it as I watch first Bella and then Lucius explode in joy. Lucius rests himself on the admittedly gorgeous bed of Bella’s chest and breasts and they lie there in contentment.

God. That was intense. I’m boiling. It’s the dungeons, it’s never been hot here but at the sight of two of the most beautiful people in Hogwarts fucking has pushed me over the edge.

The door creaks open. A welcome draft of wind cools me but then I hear his voice.

“Ah. I see you started without me. That was very, very remiss of you.”

Not only is this the voice of the most beautiful man in Hogwarts, but the voice of the most beautiful man I’ve ever dated. Past tense, you’ll note.