Chapter 32

New Day, Same Den (Katie Bell and Hermione Granger)

New Day, Same Den (Katie Bell and Hermione Granger)

The next day, after class, Harry found himself walking the familiar corridor without even thinking. Just a quiet little itch at the back of his mind. Curiosity, maybe. Maybe instinct.

He didn’t really know what he expected.

It was early afternoon. Not evening. Not one of those late-night sessions where everyone slipped in without needing to speak. Just after lunch, post-Charms, when most people were supposed to be in the library or pretending to do homework.

So of course, he figured The Den might be dead.

Still, he walked anyway. Turned left past the crooked portrait, and made his way to the corridor, and of course, the door appeared to him.

It shimmered slightly, as usual, that soft hint of magic in the air. The kind that raised the hair on your arms. The charm was still active too. He could feel it pulsing.

Harry stepped forward, pushed the door open, and grinned.

The Den was not dead.

It was buzzing.

The warm, familiar heat hit him first. Not just the temperature — the energy. The sound of laughter, soft moans, the low thump of a wireless playing something vaguely rhythmic in the background.

On the main bed in the corner, Parvati was flat on her back, ankles up on Padma’s shoulders, both of them flushed and panting. Lavender was curled up beside them, propped on one elbow, clearly offering advice that made both twins roll their eyes between gasps.

On the middle sofa, Luna sat cross-legged, naked, humming to herself while painting something on Susan Bones’ chest with a brush dipped in what looked like chocolate sauce. Susan was giggling too much to sit still. Romilda was beside them, watching like she might lick it off the moment Luna was done.

Cho was on one of the cushions near the fireplace, her shirt halfway off, being snogged senseless by Hermione, who had a hand firmly between Cho’s legs and absolutely zero shame about it. The two of them broke apart only briefly — just to laugh at something Ginny said as she walked by with a drink in hand.

Katie was across the room.

And she locked eyes with him the second he stepped in.

Nothing subtle about it. Her legs were crossed, body relaxed in one of the armchairs by the far wall, and her gaze tracked him like a Quaffle in mid-air.

She didn’t smile.

Didn’t wave.

Just watched him.

Harry grinned.

The charm had done its job, obviously. Clothes weren’t a thing in The Den. Katie wore only a thin silver chain around her neck, nothing else. Her skin was flushed in that way that said she’d already had some fun today — and maybe wasn’t done yet.

Harry shut the door behind him and stretched casually, pretending not to care that half the room had already glanced his way.

“Busy day,” he said to no one in particular.

Ginny waved from the drinks table without turning. “Told you it’d catch on.”

Harry wandered in slow, letting the door vanish behind him. The Den felt different during the day — lighter, somehow. Still charged, still wild, but less shadowy. More open. Like it wasn’t hiding anything.

And still, Katie didn’t look away.

Harry tilted his head. “You alright there, Bell?”

She stood.

Didn’t answer. Just started walking toward him.

Katie reached him, close enough that he could smell her — warm, faintly sweet, just a hint of sweat and something else. Her eyes didn’t leave his, even as her fingers drifted lightly down his chest, right over the old scar there.

“Took your time,” she said, soft but sharp.

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t know I had an appointment.”

“You do now.”

She pushed him, just enough to make him sit back onto one of the long couches behind him. He went willingly, hands resting on the cushions, watching her every move.

Katie stepped forward, one knee sliding between his legs. She didn’t rush. Just climbed into his lap like it was nothing new, thighs straddling his, arms looped around his neck.

Harry smirked. “You’ve been waiting for this.”

“Obviously,” she said, rolling her hips just once, slow. “I’ve seen what you’ve been doing in here, Potter.”

“And?”

“I want my turn. I’ve literally been dripping thinking about this all day”

Her mouth found his. No warm-up, no teasing. Just full, messy heat. She kissed like she had something to prove — and maybe she did.

Harry’s hands gripped her arse, pulling her tighter against him. He was already hard. Had been from the second she looked at him.

Katie groaned into his mouth, grinding down again. Her nails scratched at his scalp, not hard but enough to make him hiss.

“Fuck,” she muttered. “How do you always feel this good?”

“Magic,” he said against her lips, grinning.

She reached between them, found him, lined him up, and just… sank. Her pussy engulfed him. She was so fucking tight.

No pause. No hesitation. One motion. Down, full, deep.

Harry let out a breath that was half-groan, half-laugh. “Shit, Katie—”

She didn’t let him finish.

She was riding him before he could even blink. Slow at first, just getting the angle, but then faster. More focused. Like she knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t interested in small talk.

Her tits bounced with every roll of her hips. Her head tilted back. Her mouth hung open.

Around them, The Den didn’t stop.

Ginny was still at the drinks table, but now she was watching. Smiling. A hand slipping slowly between her legs, fingers dipping into her cunt.

Susan was licking chocolate off Luna’s stomach while Luna traced a finger down her thigh. Lavender had crawled across to join them, her tits bouncing as she moved. Parvati and Padma were tangled together on the floor now, one of them moaning loud — couldn’t tell which. It was fucking hot.

But Harry?
He was only watching Katie.

He thust upwards from his spot.

Harder.

Harder.

Again.

Again.

Katie was screaming out, and the entre room was looking over. All of them were locked onto the absolute fucking that was taking place. It was fucking hot.

She leaned forward, hands on his shoulders, sweat running down her back. His cock was smashing into her depth again and again.

“You gonna come?” she breathed.

“Not yet,” he said. “You first.”

“Fuck,” she gasped, grinding harder now, hips jerking. “You’re gonna make me—”

He grabbed her hips. Held her in place. Started thrusting up, sharp and deep.

Katie broke. Loud. Raw. Her body locked up for a second, then shuddered hard, fingers clutching at his neck as she came around him.

Harry let her ride it out. Then followed.

Not gentle. Not silent.

He groaned, hard, teeth clenched, thrusting once more before slumping back, heart hammering.

Katie collapsed against him, panting, skin slick against his.

“God,” she muttered into his neck. “About time.”

Harry laughed, dragging a hand through her hair.

“Told you,” he said. “Magic.”

Hermione then walked over like she’d been waiting her turn since the beginning. She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t ask.

Harry leaned back a bit, still catching his breath, cock still slick and ready. Katie had just pulled off him, grinning like she’d won something. Her knees hit the cushion beside him as she flopped down with a lazy breath and looked over at Hermione.

“Go on then,” Katie said, voice teasing. “You’ve been eyeing him all morning, I saw you at breakfast you minx.”

Hermione smirked. Her tits looked perfect as she moved towards him. She climbed right into Harry’s lap like she’d done it a hundred times, which she had, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Missed this,” she muttered.

Harry grinned, hands already on her waist. “You say that like we didn’t do it in the prefect’s bathroom three nights ago.”

“Three nights is a long time,” she said, and kissed him.

Their tongues fought for a bit, vying for dom

inance as they sank into it, naked bodies pressing up against eachother. She then moved her hand down and grabbed his now rock-hard cock.

Harry groaned loud. “Fuck, Hermione.”

And then she lined her pussy up with him and pushed herself forwards.

“Fuckkkkkk.” She cried out as he filled her up.

She was already grinding, slow but deep, her head falling forward for a second.

“God, I needed that,” she said, breath catching. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

Harry leaned in close, lips at her ear. “That’s the idea.”

She shivered. Moaned. Picked up the pace.

Katie was still next to them, now rubbing her clit in lazy circles, watching like it was a show made for her.

“Don’t be gentle,” Hermione panted, bouncing faster now. “You never are.”

Harry smirked, grabbed her arse, and started thrusting up into her with sharp, controlled snaps of his hips. Hermione cried out. Her hands gripped his shoulders like she needed to hang on.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, eyes fluttering. “Yeah. Just like that.”

She wasn’t shy about it. She never had been. The way she rode him was shameless. Loud. Unbothered by who was watching.

“FUCK…FUCK…FUCK!” She screamed.

Harry just shut his eyes as they fucked. He loved how fucking crazy she got when they shagged, and it was hard for him not to just cum then and there.

“Harry, fuck — so deep — so fucking good —”

“I’m CLOSEEEEEE-“

When she came, it was with a full-body shake, a string of curses, her back arched, tits bouncing as she sank all the way down on him and held.

Harry came right after, pulling her close, groaning into her neck as he filled her.

They stayed there like that, bodies pressed together, breathing hard.

Hermione finally leaned back and looked at him, her hair stuck to her forehead, eyes still wild.

“Alright,” she said, grinning. “I like this room a lot.”

She walked off without shame, grabbed a drink, and dropped herself on one of the cushions like nothing had happened.

A few minutes later, Ginny came and sat next to him, both of them just lying down next to eachother, cuddled up on the sofa.

Harry leaned back, wiped his face, and took a look around.

Parvati was on her knees in front of Lavender now, who had her hands in her hair and was moaning loudly enough to turn heads.

Katie was flat on her back, being straddled by Susan, and both of them were clearly past the warming-up stage.

Romilda was at one of the drawers again. She had something in her hand and a wild look in her eyes.

Padma was talking to Cho, but the way her hand trailed along her thigh made it clear what was coming.

Ginny kissed him again, messy and smiling.

“You did good,” she said. “The Den’s roaring.”

Harry looked around again. Naked bodies. Moans. Heat. Sweat. That shimmer at the door still pulsing.

Yeah.