Harry Potter: Sex Oriented Hogwarts

Flashback

Lucifer awoke to the sweet smell of Hermione's hair, and his arms wrapped around her waist.

He spooned into her more, trying to keep himself in the moment before it would inevitably end up going for a shower just a couple of minutes later.

You see, today was the day where the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would board the Hogwarts Express and return to school after the summer holidays.

Hermione had woken a while ago, but she, too, had the same idea as Lucifer and had snuggled herself deeper into his embrace.

This was most likely one of her favourite unsexual position to be in with Lucifer, since she loved the feeling of his breath on the back of her neck.

The ripples of electricity that it sent through her was thrilling - not to mention the package that would rub against her when she shuffled around.

She would often tug Lucifer's arms around her tighter, acting like a shield and a blanket in one, protecting her from the bad dreams she would normally get when she was without her Lucifer.

Ginny, like normal, was lying in the bed directly opposite theirs with some second hand earmuffs Mrs Weasley had bought after many requests.

Hermione and Lucifer would always ignore like she wasn't there, or it didn't matter, only resulting in Ginny to feel even more awkward when they shared passionate kisses or romantic cuddles in bed.

Ginny had no way of completely blocking out the sight even after using curtains, and would politely ask them both to refrain from starting anything until she had gone to sleep.

"That is disgusting! Would you not!?" Ginny would like to say when she stumbled across the couple acting as all intimate couples do.

Very polite... compared to Ron, who only dared to exclaim one day of telling them both to 'shove off' 'get a room' when he saw lips touching lips.

But after being warned by Lucifer and Hermione to curse him, Ron most days kept his mouth shut.

Harry just getting second hand embarrassment when he was spotted with them at certain times.

He would usually awkwardly wait next to them, swaying from side to side as if dancing to some imaginary music, until they separated from each other.

Fred and George weren't afraid of pulling pranks on the couple... well, for the first week.

They cowered at Hermione's glare these days if they got too close.

She had had enough of the twins' many attempts to make Charlie secretly perform the lip locker curse on her, especially after under the table fiasco. 

The lip locker curse would usually just stop people from talking, but the twins had managed to adapt the spell so that it would freeze people's lips together.

One time, Lucifer was in deep sleep, while Hermione on the other hand very busy snogging the boy's morning prick to death for the past ten minutes or so.

But, then she suddenly had her whole face awkwardly pressed against Lucifer's crotch so tight, with his prick deep inside her oesophagus.

There was practically no room left for her to breathe, Hermione could have really died!

It was a miracle that Lucifer woke up ejaculating inside her stomach just minutes later, and performed the counter curse.

When she came down for breakfast,

the 3 Weasley brothers had been rolling around on the floor laughing until Hermione started chasing them, threatening to do to them what she had done to Malfoy in first year.

Even Percy had broken a smile when he peaked through his window to see Fred and George scurrying up a tree with Hermione shaking a fist at them from below.

Currently, Hermione rolled over in the bed, now facing Lucifer with a tired smile on her face.

He returned the smile and placed his forehead against hers.

"Good morning," Lucifer muttered, getting lost in her fudge brown eyes.

"Good morning," Hermione replied, pecking his lips. "Do you have to go for a shower this early again? I know you don't feel good being here, but I just want to stay here, with you."

"You can stay here, but I'm still going in the bathroom."

"Perhaps you misheard me..." Hermione said in a teasing voice, snuggling closer to Lucifer and wrapping the blanket tighter around them both.

"But I said, 'with you'. Which means, I want you here with me."

"Five minutes?"

"Ten." Hermione tried, intertwining her legs with his.

"Seven minutes?"

"Ten minutes, I blow you."

"Four minutes."

"Seven minutes for a blowjob it is!" Hermione said, rolling on top of Lucifer and gripping him like a baby sloth would to its mother.

"I'm going to make the most of this seven minutes....."

Hermione pressed her lips against Lucifer's and lost herself in his embrace, with her slowly going down his chest leaving butterfly kisses her way to his.....

She breathed in the familiar scent of her boyfriend's enchanting pubic region, and found herself thinking about the future again.

Ever since the conversation she had with him of her being a slave, Hermione had been thinking about it.

Kids, a home together, having a wedding.....

Of course she hadn't told Lucifer about any of this, she didn't want to come off as weird or scare him off.

So ten minutes later, Lucifer got himself washed and made his way down on the couch to reach the Standard Grade Book of Spells.

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Present

The next thing Lucifer knew, Hermione had knocked over her goblet of Pumpkin Juice, which began to spread over the tablecloth, but he non-verbally and wandlessly used Scourgify to clean it up.

"There are house-elves here?" She asked, staring, horror-struck, at Nick, "Here at Hogwarts?!"

"Certainly," he said as though it was completely obvious to everyone, "the largest number in any dwelling in Britain, I believe. Over a hundred at least."

"I've never seen one!" Hermione yelled, causing a few Gryffindor around them to look at her.

"Well, they hardly ever leave the kitchen by day, do they?" Nick asked without waiting for an answer, "They come out at night to do a bit of cleaning... see to the fires and so on... I mean, you're not supposed to see them, are you? That's the mark of a good house-elf, isn't it? That you don't know it's there?"

Hermione stared at him in utter disbelief, "But they get paid? They get holidays, don't they? And - and sick leave, pensions, and everything?"

Nick then chortled so much that his ruff slipped and his head flopped about, dangling dangerously on the skin and muscle that held his head connected to his body.

"Sick leave and pensions?" He asked, pushing his head back into place and securing it once more with his ruff, "House-elves don't want sick leave and pensions!"

Hermione looked back down at her plate of hardly touched food, then placed her knife and fork down upon it, pushing it away from her.

"Oh, come on, Hermione," Ron said, making sure to swallow his food before speaking, "You won't get them sick leave by starving yourself!"

"Slave labor," she said, breathing hard through her nose, "that's what made this dinner. Slave labor!"

Lucifer sighed, causing her to look at him curiously, "I hate to say it, but Weasely's right, Hermione," he looked at her, "starving yourself won't help them, it'll only make you incapable of helping me help them."

Her eyes lit up like a Christmas Tree, "Y-You mean...?"

"I do. Together, we will help them, in some way," Lucifer said and pulled her food back towards her, and filled up half of her Goblet with half of his, "but I need you at full strength."

She looked at him with so much compassion, she was incapable of holding it all in, and gave him a passionate kiss, earning some hooting noises around the table.

"Ugh!....get a room!"

But, Hermione just muttered "Thank you" after letting him go, she did continue eating, but only because he got her to see reason.

Tomorrow, she decided, they'd start their research towards helping the House-Elves, getting to know more about how once very proud and Mighty Warrior Elves now turned into this....

Started eating faster than Ron, and that's saying something.

"Hey, hey, Hermione, slow down," Lucifer thought it was incredible seeing her eat like a pig, "You're going to make yourself sick. And no one wants that!"

Hermione slowed down, but still made towers of potato, turnip, and everything that she could reach, not that that stopped her, she went up and down the table taking anything that looked like people weren't going to eat.

It got worse when puddings came along.

She had seven servings of spotted dick before resting her head on the table.

"I don't feel so good, Lucifer," Hermione mumbled.

"Don't worry, I know a spell to clean your stomach after Dumbledore's made his announcements," Lucifer said, while comfortably rubbing her back.

"But I think you've saved a lot of house elves today...."

"So!" Dumbledore rose to his feet after the puddings disappeared. "Now that we are all fed and watered-"

"Eugh..." Hermione moaned.

"I must once more ask for your undivided attention, while I give out a few notices.

"Mr. Filch, our caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it out," the corners of his mouth twitched ever so slightly as he continued.

"As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below Third-Year. It also pains me to say this, but it is my duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year!"

Lots of surprising and complaining voices were heard across the Hall.

Lucifer had predicted this, as the Tournament was naturally going to take precedence over the Quidditch Cup.

He glanced at Katie and saw her looking appalled as she glanced around.

"This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy - but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts, we have the Honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century."

"It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year!" Dumbledore said in an almost magnanimous tone.

"You're JOKING!" Fred Weasley said loudly, and the silence that had presented itself when Dumbledore stood up to talk was broken by raucous laughter from all four tables, surprisingly.

"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore said, "though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar..."

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly.

"Er - but maybe this is not the time... no..." he said, smile ever present, "where was I? Ah yes, the Tournament-"

Before he could go on to explain more, there was a deafening rumble of thunder and the doors of the Great Hall banged open.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning upon a long staff, shrouded in a black travelling cloak. Every head in the Great Hall swiveled toward the stranger, suddenly brightly illuminated by a fork of lightning that flashed across the ceiling.

He lowered his hood, shook out a long mane of grizzled, dark gray hair, then began to walk up toward the teachers' table.

A dull clunk echoed throughout the Hall with every other step the man took.

He reached the end of the top table, turned right, and limped heavily toward Dumbledore.

Another flash of lightning crossed the ceiling, and Hermione gasped at what she saw.

The lightning had thrown the man's face into sharp relief, and it was a face unlike any that she had ever seen.

It looked as though it had been carved out of weathered wood by someone who had only the vaguest idea of what human faces are supposed to look like, and was none too skilled with a chisel.

His face was scarred horribly, the mouth looked like a diagonal gash, and a large chunk of his nose was missing.

That wasn't what made Hermione gasp, though, it was his eyes; one of them was small, dark, and beady, but the other eye was large, round as a coin, and a vivid, electric blue.

How could she hadn't noticed it before at the World Cup?!

The blue eye was moving ceaselessly, without blinking, and was rolling up, down, left, and right, quite independently of the normal eye - and then it rolled right over, pointing straight into the back of his head, leaving nothing but a whiteness for all of them to see.

The stranger reached Dumbledore and stretched out a hand that was as badly scarred as his face, and Dumbledore shook it, muttering some words none of them could hear.

He seemed to be making some sort of inquiry of the stranger, who shook his head unsmilingly and replied in an undertone.

Dumbledore then nodded and gestured the man to the empty seat on his right-hand side.

"Well, this seems like a good time to get these two announcements out of the way; Firstly, I would like to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Alastor Moody!" Dumbledore said, clapping for the man.

Few others clapped, most students being either afraid of the man, or still in shock at his entrance.

"The one who stopped Mr. Crouch at World Cup, and your dad went to help this morning?" Harry muttered to Ron.

"Only one man named Alastor Moody. That's him," Lucifer said, eyeing the man with interest.

"Secondly, it pains me to announce this, but due to some... unforeseen actions from the previous Year, Professor Trelawney has been let go as Divination Teacher," Dumbledore said, causing surprise among the students, but none were more surprised than Lucifer.

"Instead, taking her place as Divination Teacher for the time being until a suitable replacement is found, one of the Centaur's that lives in the Forbidden Forest by the name of Firenze will be hosting the Class outside near the edge of the Forest at the appropriate times for each class."

"It will be different from how Sybill Trelawney taught it, that much he assured me of. For those still taking Divination, you will be seeing how a Centaur studies it."

Hermione was silently in glee that Trelawney had been sacked, but a little peeved at the class still being available.

"Firenze is a nice Centaur, he'll be a good replacement until a better one is found, someone who is maybe actually a Seer," Lucifer said, glancing at a very confused Ron.

"With those two announcements out of the way, please allow me to continue with my explanation; the Tournament, well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely."

"The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang."

"A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities - until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued."

'Lucifer said as much back on the Train,' Hermione thought to herself, 'and they still want to bring it back?'

"There have been several attempts over the centuries to reinstate the Tournament," Dumbledore just continued.

"None of which were very successful. However, the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and the Department of Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time, no champion will find himself or herself in mortal danger."

"I find that hard to believe," Lucifer said quietly.

"The Heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the Three Champions will take place on Halloween Night! An impartial Judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, The glory of their School, and a Thousand Galleons in Prize Money."

"I'm going for it!" Fred hissed down the table, his face lit with enthusiasm.

"I wouldn't get ahead of myself, if I were you," Lucifer glanced at him.

Fred didn't seem to hear him, though.

A buzz of Whispering was heard at every table, until Dumbledore spoke again.

"Eager though I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts, the Heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students of age - that is to say, Seventeen or older - will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. This-" Dumbledore had to raise his voice as some unruly students began voicing their frustration.

"- is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the Tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below Sixth and Seventh Year will be able to cope with them."

'Except for my Lucifer, he could win the Tournament with absolute ease,' Hermione thought to herself again.

"I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion," Dumbledore continued.

"I therefore beg you to not waste your time submitting yourself if you are under Seventeen. The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and will be remaining with us for the Greater part of this School Year."

"I know that you all will extend every courtesy to our Foreign Guests while they are with us, and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts Champion when he or she is selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and well-rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!"

A great scraping and banging could be heard as students from all Four Houses stood up and swarmed the Double Doors and into the Entrance Hall to head for their respective House Common Rooms.

The new Prefects leading the new First Years to their Respective Common Rooms as well.

"They can't do that!" Fred was heard yelling as girls that walked past Lucifer were giggling with their friends.

He sighed as Fred continued speaking, "We're Seventeen in April, why can't we have a shot?"

"They're not stopping me entering," George spoke up as well, "the Champions'll get to do all sorts of stuff you'd never be allowed to do normally, and a Thousand Galleons in Prize money!"

"Yeah," Ron said with a faraway look on his face, "Yeah, a Thousand Galleons..."

"So... who do you think the impartial Judge is that will decide on the Champions?" Harry asked aloud as they walked.

"Dunno, but it's them we will have to fool. I reckon a couple drops of Aging Potion ought to do the trick, eh George?" Fred asked.

"It won't work. I doubt the Judge will be a person. And no Aging Potion is going to fool it, but go ahead, be my guest and make fools of yourselves, give us a laugh," Lucifer said with a cynical undertone.

"Yeah, but whoever this judge is will clearly choose the best from each school, regardless of their age," George said.

Katie came up from behind them, her friend in tow, giggling as they did, to throw in her two Sickles.

"Then by all rights, it should be Lucifer who enters his name. He's clearly the best at magic in the world, but he might be denied entry for that reason. I'd support you, if you were to enter your name," she said to Lucifer, smiling at him.

"Well I'm not, but I'm glad to know you've got my back," he smiled back and everyone missed the murderous look on Hermione's face.

"Would be cool to enter, though," Ron said absent-mindedly.

"I suppose so... I've already got enough fame following me around, though, don't know that I want any more..." Harry said unsurely.

"Agreed, Potter, agreed," Lucifer said to another round of giggles from the girls.

They soon made it to the Fat Lady's portrait, "Password?" She asked them.

"Balderdash. A Prefect downstairs told me," George said.

The portrait opened to the Gryffindor Common Room, and it always gave off a cozy feeling, with the warm, crackling fire cozying up the whole circular room, which was full of squashy armchairs and tables.

The boys all climbed the stairs, except for Lucifer, he wanted to talk to Hermione a bit more about their proposed plan for the House-Elves.

She stayed behind as well, bidding Harry and Ron goodnight.

"Good night, Lucifer," Katie said, "I hope you sleep well."

"Thank you. I hope you do as well," he said, smiling as she ascended the stairs.

Hermione was sitting in a chair next to the fire, trying to ignore Katie as she spoke to Lucifer.

She stared into the fire, waiting for him to approach her.

She saw his presence approach her from her peripheral, and he sat down across from her, "Hermione?"

She looked over at him, "Yes?"

"About the House-Elves, obviously the Library is going to be our best bet, but what if the information is in the Restricted Section? If it's in the Hogwarts Library at all?" He asked her.

"Then you and I shall borrow Harry's Invisibility Cloak and scan the Restricted Section until we find it, then return both when we are done with them," Hermione said like there was nothing wrong with what she said.

"You want us to borrow/steal his Cloak, and then borrow/steal a book from the Library?" He asked, just to be sure they were on the same page.

She nodded ardently, "Okay, that works for me," he said without argument.

"I'm glad to hear it," she smiled widely, glad to know he cared about this as much as she did.

She didn't care that her teeth were showing to him, because he never cared about the front teeth being larger than her other teeth, especially when it gave small nibbles on his prick.

She walked over to him and embraced him as he stood up, "Thank you so much for this."

"I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't agree with your view on it," Lucifer said as he rested his chin on her head.

"Mm-hm, I will sneak into our room when my roommates are gone to sleep....."

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