Others in the dorm, he knew, were in a similar state. He could occasionally hear Ron panting in the bed next to his. Though no one talked about it, Seamus was particularly shameless about masturbating in the shower. He always checked carefully before he entered.
"No need to be embarrassed," she continued. "Your hormones must be raging, with how powerful you are. I've seen you watching me when you thought I wasn't looking. We've all seen you staring at Cho Chang too."
He tried to keep his embarrassment from showing. He thought he had been keeping those glances subtle. Apparently not. It had been a constant struggle for the last year to keep his eyes to himself. Even Hermione was invading his dreams at night. He hoped she hadn't caught him stealing looks at her breasts in the library.
Katie laughed at the look on his face. "Don't sweat it. The Pride is a place for you to satisfy those urges if you want. Some people will tell you that they're shameful, and shouldn't be indulged. Others see no harm in it, as long as no one gets hurt. That's what our little club is for."
To his mortification, Harry grew aroused at the thought. He didn't have his robes on yet, and if she cared to look, she could easily see his erection pressing hard against his uniform trousers.
She did care to look. She glanced down and then smiled knowingly at him.
"Who else is in the club from my year?" he asked, hoping she wouldn't comment.
"Dean Thomas, Parvati Patil, and Lavender Brown. They were the only ones everyone thought would be a good fit. They've been members since the start of the year. Fourth years aren't all that common unless everyone agrees they're ready."
Dean, Parvati, and Lavender. That made sense, he supposed. The other boys would cause a scene, and the girls—oh Merlin, he didn't want to imagine what Hermione would make of this. He wasn't even allowed to tell her, he suddenly realized.
Katie's waving hands made him realize he was staring off into space. "I know you're shocked, Harry, but really, this is not a big deal. I was shocked too when Angelina told me about it. Now I wouldn't give it up for anything in the world."
"So, er, what happens next?" he asked, wondering if she were about to proposition him. He had fantasized about all three of the chasers, especially Katie, and would never have imagined being in a situation like this in real life.
"It might be easier if I just showed you our room. There's a private alcove above it, where you can look down on everything. That's where we take new members when they're considering things. You can say no, and that will be that. You just won't be able to tell anyone what you know."
He tried to think clearly. He had no idea what the proper response to such a situation was.
"Why don't we go get dinner in the Great Hall?" she said. "Then I'll tell you where to find the entrance in the boys' dorms. No one will even know you're there, and I'll explain more. Okay?"
She rose from the bench and extended a hand. He took it, but his nerves suddenly threatened to overwhelm him.
"Katie, I—I don't have any experience. I don't think I'd be a good fit for this."
She slowly pulled him to his feet. He blinked when she closed the distance between them, standing just a few inches away. She was a tall girl, and could look straight into his eyes.
"Don't worry about that. Not everyone joins with experience. It's a place to have fun and learn."
She paused and looked down at the obvious tent in his trousers. "But if you want some experience before you join—well, that's one of the reasons Angie wanted me to approach you. We thought you might be interested in me, seeing as you can't keep your eyes to yourself."
"Sorry, I didn't mean—"
She smiled at his consternation. "Stop, Harry. I'm flattered. And I'm game to do anything you want together. But if you'd prefer someone else, I guarantee that Angie is up to the job, and I think that Parvati would—"
"No," he said. "That's fine. I mean, you're fine. I mean, I'm not agreeing to anything, but…"
Katie laughed and placed a finger on his lips to stop his babbling. "Just stop talking. I know you're a little freaked, and that's okay. All I'm asking is that you let me show you the room. Then you can take your time and think about it. Not everyone at Hogwarts is out to get you, Harry. You deserve to have a little fun, don't you?"
He took a deep breath, scared but thrilled. "Yeah."
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Later, he could barely remember eating dinner. He somehow managed to eat a few bites of something, ignoring the scowls sent in his direction from half the school, particularly Ron and the Hufflepuffs. He did his best to politely fend off questions from Hermione, who thought he looked peaky and might have a fever. He couldn't take his mind off Katie's proposition. If nothing else, she had succeeded in sending his Tri-Wizard tournament anxieties very far away.
After the meal, he walked slowly to his dorm room, his mind whirling. He brushed his teeth and examined himself in the bathroom mirror before finally making up his mind. He covered himself in his invisibility cloak and exited the room.
Harry walked up one flight of stairs, in between the fourth and fifth year dorms, and noticed an alcove that he had never seen before. She had told him that there was a very strong notice-me-not charm on the club door, as well as an aversion charm that would target non-members in the vicinity. If they got too curious, they would suddenly remember they had urgent business elsewhere. A similar charm existed on the entrance in the girls' dorms.
He hesitantly approached the door. "Gryffindors Dare," he whispered, repeating the password she had given him. The door clicked, and he pushed it open.
He was faced with spiraling staircases going both up and down. The steps were covered in lush burgundy carpet and trimmed with gold. She had told him to go up, so he removed his cloak and trudged upwards until he came to a landing the size of a room.
Katie was already waiting on him, a smile on her face. "Hey."
"Hey," he replied, rubbing his sweaty palms on his trousers.
"I knew you wouldn't bail on me. I'm glad you came."
"Thanks, but I can't quite believe I'm here."
"Just remember, we're alone up here and this will stay between us if you want. No pressure."
She held out a hand and he took it. She led him to the nearby ledge. The darkened landing where they stood looked down on a spacious room below. It was almost as big as the Gryffindor common room, and was decorated similarly. Everything had accents of scarlet and gold, including the plush carpet and the furniture. At all four corners of the rooms there were huge beds with hanging covers. In the center was a group of love seats, chaise lounges, ottomans, and couches. Dotting the room were various tables, including one that was full of what could only be sex toys.
But he barely noticed the décor. His eyes were riveted on the people. There were six of them in sight, and each was naked and engaged in some sort of sexual act with a partner. Dean Thomas was lounging on a couch, looking fondly at Lavender Brown, whose head was between his legs. She held his cock in one hand—and dear God it was enormous—while slowly licking and kissing the rest of it.
On a nearby loveseat was George Weasley. Angelina Johnson sat astride him, slowly raising and lowering herself on his cock while he fondled her breasts. He could hear her moans even from this distance. On one of the beds in the corner, he could just make out another couple. He didn't recognize the girl, and he knew the boy only as a sixth year named Julian. They were so intertwined that he couldn't tell who was doing what to whom.
"Merlin," he whispered.
Katie squeezed his hand. He had forgotten that she was still holding it.
"Like what you see?"
He looked at her, not quite able to put into words what he was feeling. "Is this…?"
"Is this what?"
"I don't know."
He tore his eyes away from Katie's to look back down on the room. Angelina was almost bouncing on George now. He could see his entire length withdraw and then plunge deep inside her. The noises she made were unlike anything he had heard before.
Katie chuckled as she followed his wide-eyed gaze. "Some people want privacy, and others—well, they like to be watched or they just don't care. Angelina is sort of the queen bee around here, and she likes the attention. Alicia usually goes to one of the beds and closes the curtains."
"And this happens all the time?"
"It depends. During the week, the Pride can be empty unless you arrange to meet someone. There tend to be more people on the weekends, and things can get pretty wild on special occasions, like birthdays and quidditch wins."
"How many people?" he asked, still unable to look away from the sight of Angelina in such ecstasy.
"There are 30-something members, I think. But not everyone comes. You're technically a member now, since you know about the place. There are probably 20 regulars. Everybody has their favorites but the regulars get around. Let's put it that way."
"And you're one of the regulars?"
"I am. So is everyone else on the team and some of our friends. Your year mates have been making good use of their time here too."
He looked down and noticed that Dean's head had lolled back against the couch as Lavender took as much of his length as she could into her mouth. He was gripping her hair tightly as she worked on him. Her ass was thrust into the air and he couldn't help but stare at its perfection.
He had no idea what to say. He only knew that he was shocked silly. He would never have guessed that such a club existed in Gryffindor, or that so many people he knew would participate.
"It's okay if you don't know what to think, Harry. You don't have to make any decisions today, and you don't have to do anything you don't want to, okay?"
He nodded.
She watched him speculatively. "But if you want to have a little fun, just you and me, privately, up here…"
When he didn't respond, she squeezed his hand. "We can do anything you want. Even if you just want to kiss."
He turned to face her, and held his breath as she stepped closer. Their lips met before he was aware he was going to kiss her. Her tongue played softly with his until he was nearly out of breath. She pulled away and rested her forehead on his.
"Was that nice?"
"Yeah," he replied, still trying to process what was happening.
"Do you want to do anything else?"
Harry closed his eyes as he felt her hand rub against his erection, which was straining the fabric of his trousers. "Yeah."
She grinned and slowly lowered his zipper. "Can I see it?"
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Author's Note: Yes, I put a cliffhanger in a smut fic. I'm an ass.
Don't worry—there will be a ridiculous amount of sex coming later. This will be a long fic, featuring tons of different people, not just Gryffindors. There will be characterization and plot, especially as we reach the end of fourth year. Voldemort is still a huge issue. Mostly, though, the focus is on the sex club and its dynamics.
There will be plenty of screen time for Angelina, Katie, the Weasley twins, Dean, Parvati, Lavender, Cedric, Cho, Tonks, Fleur, and many others, including some Slytherins and OCs.
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