harry potter- the woes of dumbledores army

Only you wriggled out of that one, didn’t you Potter?” Umbridge
cackled, advancing on Harry with her wand drawn. “Not today, though,
not now… Crucio!”

Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna all watched as their friend dropped
to the floor. Each held by a member of the Inquisitional Squad, they
were powerless to prevent the torture, but winced nonetheless upon
hearing their friend shriek in anguish. Both Weasleys were too overcome
with emotion to watch, and turned away as Harry writhed and spasmed
under the horrific pain.

At last finding her infliction sufficient, Umbridge lowered her
weapon and ceased the incantation, smiling with extreme satisfaction as
victory drew near. “Warrington, grab the boy!” she commanded wickedly,
stepping aside so the tall Slytherin could approach. “We are going to
see if Snape can somehow weasel the answer out of Potter here.”

The two began to move out of Dumbledore’s office, much to the
surprise of Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. They had obviously been expecting
to be a part of this up until the end, and the expression of betrayal
on Malfoy’s face was exquisite.

“But what about *us*, Professor?” he asked shrilly, worry peaking
every syllable.

“Well…” Umbridge replied waveringly, halting at the top of the
spiral staircase as her charge continued to drag Harry down. “I suppose
my most trusted students *do* deserve a commendation for such a heroic
display of loyalty to the Ministry.” Then, with a devious smirk that
was immediately mirrored by Draco, she pulled her wand out and repaired
the recently-picked door.

“I trust that you’ll be finished by the time I return…” she
announced grimly before vanishing, sealing the eight teenagers inside.
***

Draco brightened up straight away at his good fortune, and trotted
over to Hermione without delay with the most evil grin on his face she
could ever recall.

“It’s about time you learned the proper role of a mudblood…” he
snickered, poking her middle with his wand and causing just the
distraction he was looking for. She reflexively drew back, restrained
by Goyle’s arms, and exposed herself below the waist. Without wasting a
second, Draco jabbed his hand forward into the cleft between her legs,
savoring the warmth emanating from her concealed womanhood.

At first stunned, Hermione let him fondle her genitals with
impunity. Once anger set in, however, she responded quickly and with a
fury that surprised even him. Though gagged, she spurted out what the
other could only assume were outraged muggle expletives while kicking
forward until her assailant withdrew.

“Now, really, Granger…” Draco answered mockingly. “I was going to
have my way with you first and be done with it. But now I’m afraid
you’ve made me… lose interest. Looks like we’ll have to orchestrate
something to get me nice and ready for that dirty mouth of yours!”

Hermione glared belligerently at him, but said nothing to risk him
changing his mind and violating her on the spot. Instead, she watched
as his eyes sized up both Luna and Ginny.

“I say you let the little redheaded tart do it first…” Bulstrode
interrupted with a snicker, pointing to Ron’s little sister.

“Why, yes!” Draco announced cheerfully, turning to his companion.
“You should tell *all* of them what we found out…”

“Of course!” the heavyset girl sang in tune with his derisive tone.
“See, on that first Hogsmeade weekend, I was supposed to follow her and
that Corner kid from Ravenclaw. And you know what I saw?”

“What?” Draco asked dramatically, not even noticing that Ginny’s
head was turned to the wall, hot embarrassment filling her face.

“They were… doing it!” Millicent shouted jovially, pointing at
the flushed Weasley girl. “In one of the inn rooms at the Hog’s Head!
When the big mess of you got turned down trying to order firewhisky, I
almost wet my knickers laughing, but as soon as the two of them came
back later I just had to investigate!”

Ginny was on the verge of tears now, not even attempting to deny
the story. Ron, on the other hand, had been transfixed by the tale up
until the pause. Now, he turned to his sister, thoroughly expecting to
see a defiant counter to what he assumed was a bald-faced lie. Her
crestfallen face, though, betrayed his confidence in a heartbeat.

“How could you?” he bellowed loudly, enraged with himself the
moment he spoke for losing control. Millicent only absorbed the
emotional outburst in stride, anteing up the narration.

“Oh, yeah!” Bulstrode continued, clearly enjoying it. “I climbed up
to the balcony to get a better look, and there she was! Lying on her
back like a slut while he did it with her!”

Tears began to drop from Ginny’s eyes as her secret was let out,
and even Hermione let her mouth drop open at the revelation of such a
private act. Neville, however, reacted in an entirely different fashion
than anyone one else expected.

“Make you randy, eh, Longbottom?” Draco snapped, leering at the
Gryffindor boy’s noticeable bulge. “Well, I guess if you want to fuck
her that much, you should go right ahead.”

Neville gave his longtime nemesis a curious look as his own urges
began to battle for control. On one hand, he had always had a crush on
Ginny and would have liked nothing more than to slam her silly. On the
other, he knew she would be diametrically opposed to such an idea,
especially under such circumstances.

Ron sensed his friend’s hesitation in courageously telling Malfoy
to piss off, and grew steadily angrier at the thought that he could
even be considering the offer. Finally after a few intense seconds, he
could take no more.

“Don’t you dare touch her…” the redhead boy warned both
teenagers, stepping forward and snarling just enough so that Crabbe
felt the need to pull him back by the neck.

“Come on, Longbottom…” Draco whispered suggestively, turning his
back on the elder Weasley. “This will probably be your only chance. Why
not go for it?”

Blinded by lust, Neville took a few steps towards Ginny, who had so
far been too busy crying to notice the others talking about her. His
eyes scanned her maroon-accented robes, wondering excitedly what her
exposed figure would look like. And, even with the subtly hidden snide
remark from Malfoy, he found himself nodding, silently thanking Draco
as a servient mongrel.

“Neville, stop!” she pleaded, picking up her head upon seeing him
approach. “Stay away!”

“I’m sorry Ginny…” he babbled, reaching to caress her chest
through the thick vestments. The young girl instantly recoiled at his
touch, spinning out of Crabbe’s grip with surprising speed. Malfoy’s
big brute had enough sense to reach out with an one arm, snatching a
corner of her robes while keeping a firm grip on Ron with the other.

Though the fiery redhead probably had enough momentum to barrel
down both Millicent and Draco, the sudden pulling sensation stopped her
dead still for a moment. She pushed ahead hard, yelping in surprise
when the tie about her waist inexplicably came loose. Horrified beyond
words, the shocked teenager wrapped her arms about her body as she fell
out of the robe, landing stomach-first on the stone floor wearing
nothing but her pink underwear and bra.

“Oh, Ginny…” Neville croaked, pouncing without a moment’s
hesitation. Kneeling down behind her, he lowered his partner’s homely
panties and undid his own garments in one fluid motion. Before the poor
girl had any idea what was going on, she was naked, and almost everyone
in the room could see the red tuft peeking out from below her upraised
bottom. Without further delay, he thrust his genitals forward,
miraculously finding the tight, fuzzy opening on first attempt.

Both Ron and his younger sibling stiffened up as she was
penetrated, each too absorbed in the gravity of the event to do
anything more. Had she actually been able to suffer a deflowering,
there would be no doubt that her brother would have lashed out and
fought to the death to protect her chastity. But, the tragic blow of
discovering his sister had already relinquished her maidenhead in a
meaningless fling with a mere crush seemed to have tempered his anger.

“So… warm…” the delirious Longbottom blithered, holding dearly
as Ginny unconsciously moved to her hands and knees in order to
counterbalance the force of his slamming shaft. She groaned as the
realization that not only was someone being intimate with her without
permission, but the most eclectic mix of her friends and enemies were
brazenly watching them go at it!

Neville erroneously took her vocalization for arousal, and allowed
a victorious chocolate-frog eating grin to spread across his face.
Ginny shrieked as his weight began to press further onto her back,
still too flustered to do anything more than grunt and wheeze in time
with their coupling. By the time his hands made their way to her
covered breasts, all the violated female could stand was to close her
eyes and let him have his way with her.

Ron was in as much of a daze as his sister, and in no position to
object anyway. Hermione, however, let out an audible gasp. Being far
from unendowed herself, the bushy-haired wizardress was still relieved
to find she had nothing to fear from her competition. The thoughts
flashed through her mind in an instant, almost unconsciously, once
again proving the wondrous complexity of her intellect. Even in such a
time of crisis, she was still adept at absorbing all useful data.

Ginny’s lover took a few seconds to master the clasp which kept her
twin mounds from view, but was finally successful after a particularly
deep lunge which left the fourth-year Gryffindor trembling. The pink
material fell away at once, releasing the teenager’s modest, but
beautiful orbs. Crabbe and Goyle in particular took a great deal of
interest in her now completely naked form, their eyes glazing over in a
manner that alerted Draco how perilously close he was to losing command
of the situation.

***

“Time to up the ante, eh?” he announced suddenly, voice proud and
meretricious enough to tear everyone’s attention away from the
debaucherous pair. Turning to his two goons, he halted for only a
moment to silently chastise himself for selecting clods so easily
distracted. “You two can break in the mudbood…”

Hermione had previously been complacent, but now the threat of
losing her purity flared up her most vile mood yet. “If you even think
about it…” she warned, trying instinctively to fetch a wand from her
robes. Goyle was too quick, however, pinning the limber student before
she could even remember that their weapons had already been
confiscated.

“Like I said…” Draco continued coolly, cupping the twin
protrusions in her robe while she turned away in disgust. “Show her a
good time, because *I* certainly won’t get that close to a half-breed.”

And, before Hermione could even get a word in edgewise, Goyle took
advantage of his boss’ liberty. Pinning his stunned hostage to the
wall, he opened wide and planted a very wet and messy kiss on her lips.
She attempted to fight back one last time, but Crabbe was already
nuzzling up from behind, his nose inhaling the scent off the nape of
her neck even as his thick hands began to caress her buttocks.
Realizing the bitter air of defeat, she gave herself up completely.

Draco watched the events unfolding with cautious interest, making
sure Ron was really too numb with arousal to make a move while he saw
to getting his own rocks off. In the short time it took him to cross
Dumbledore’s former office, his two cronies tore open and lowered
Hermione’s robes to the cold ground, leaving her clad in naught but an
irresistibly demure set of white undergarments.

Millicent allowed herself to step back for a moment, looking on at
her red-haired hostage with amusement. Just as he was about to slunk
down to the floor to console his anguish with the sight of his crush
getting violated in every hole, she whipped her wand out and planted it
painfully in his chest.

“Don’t think about trying any heroics…” she snapped coldly,
hiding behind a vaguely apprehensive smile. “We’re both going to watch
her get shagged, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

The elder Weasley stared back at her, dumbfounded until a growing
sensation of heat began to form in his crotch. He didn’t really think
she would dare to use any type of charm on Little Ron, but couldn’t
very well risk it, either. “Poor Hermione…” he mused silently.

***

“You’ll do nicely.” Draco announced as he came closer to Luna, who
had not even thought of escape since her warder had ambled off to
ravish another. And even though her time to participate was drawing
near, the dotty girl appeared to be more interested in Ginny’s swaying
body than anything else.

Malfoy’s eyes narrowed at being so ignored, so he brought his mouth
right to her ear. “I’m going to rail you so hard you won’t be able to
walk back up to Ravenclaw tower for a week!” he whispered delightfully,
drawing back to watch her expression.

“Okay…” Luna replied dreamily, at last turning attention to her
soon-to-be partner. Without even waiting for an invitation, she untied
her vestments and allowed them to drop, making clear she was one of the
few Hogwarts females who did not feel the need for an additional layer
of clothing over bare skin. The smarmy Slytherin was momentarily taken
aback by the display of such delightful features, and stood stupefied
long enough to fully take in her beauty.

Luna Lovegood was very attractively thin, and had obviously been
hiding a truly breathtaking body under her strange mannerisms. Her
apple-sized breasts were a bit larger than Ginny’s, but still unable to
compare with the way Hermione had filled out starting in third year.
However, the intoxicating manner in which her dirty-blonde hair
cascaded down in front framed each mound in an elegant golden flourish.