The Lust of Gryffindors

Chapter One: Locker Room Surprises

Disclaimer and Warning: I don't own the Harry Potter franchise. It belongs to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers. I'm just having some fun with it.



"Hey, Potter!"

Harry tossed his dirty quidditch jersey in his locker and looked up at the sound of Angelina Johnson's voice.

"Keep your chin up, yeah? We know you're not the type to cheat."

He nodded and smiled weakly at his captain as she exited the locker room. Now alone, he slumped on the bench, his face a picture of misery. Everyone else had showered and left, but he remained at his locker, unable to summon the energy to wash up and face the castle.

Things had been going so well. No Dark Lords. No basilisks. No escaped convicts. A normal fourth year at the school he considered his home. Even the quidditch season had been restored after the Captains rose up en masse, demanding that the teams be allowed to play despite the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Last week Gryffindor had trounced Ravenclaw and he had been carried into the common room on the Weasley twins' shoulders, celebrated by all.

But now all that was gone, an illusion shattered by a stupid magical cup.

Just like his second year, it seemed as if the entire school had turned on him. Liar—Cheater—Coward. Those were the words he heard whispered about him in the hallways. Even his supposed best friend was getting in on the act. Ron had publicly berated him in the Great Hall and insulted him with more venom in private. It stung Harry more than he was willing to admit.

Though Ron had not disowned him, only Hermione stood closely by his side now. He didn't want to know what Hogwarts would be like without a single friend. But perhaps he had others. If Angelina's words were any indication, maybe not everyone believed the worst of him.

That cheering thought gave him the energy to stand and undress. Moments later he was standing under the shower and letting hot water run down his body, willing it to wash his worries away.


Two girls stood just outside the building that hosted the Gryffindor locker room, a room they had recently exited. The evening sun was setting, reflecting brilliantly against the windows of the castle.

"You really think he's ready?" Katie asked.

Angelina shrugged. "Dunno, but I think he damn sure needs it. He looks like someone just burned his broom."

"What if he freaks out?"

"Don't let him. Just go slow. You know how many times we've caught him staring at you. He'll listen to you, at least."

"Yeah, but…"

"What? You think it should be someone else?"

"No, I want to do it, but I don't want him to get the wrong idea. What if he thinks I'm a slag? I don't want Harry to look at me like that."

"It'll be fine. Just be straight with him. Help him realize how much he needs this, and then he'll be just as much of a slag as you are, won't he?"

Katie snorted at her captain. "Says the Queen Whore herself. Merlin…I'm about to corrupt The-Boy-Who-Lived, aren't I?"

"Consider it an honor, girl. I have a feeling he'll be very popular in our little club. I'm pretty damn curious about him myself."

"He might be terrified."

"You were terrified too, and look at you now. My gut tells me this is exactly what he needs."

Katie looked back at the door to the locker room. "I hope you're right."

"I am. Go get him, tiger. Let's hope you miss dinner tonight."

Angelina slapped her on the ass and walked toward the castle, leaving the younger girl staring at the door.


Harry had just finished donning his Hogwarts uniform when he heard someone enter the locker room. He looked up to see Katie Bell standing in the doorway, watching him with an uncharacteristically nervous expression.

"Hey, Harry."

"Katie. Forget something?"

"No, I wanted to talk to you. Have you got a minute?"

He shrugged and closed his locker. "I've got lots of minutes."

"You've had a rough few days, haven't you? That's sort of what I wanted to talk about."

He sat back down on the bench and watched her curiously. "What's up?"

She joined him on the bench. "I believe you about the tournament. The whole team does. I'm sorry you're getting treated like shit."

He smiled at her. "Thank you. I wish everybody felt that way."

"I just wanted you to know that you've got friends outside of Ron and Hermione and—"

"I wouldn't exactly call Ron a friend at the moment."

She winced. "He made quite an arse of himself in the Great Hall, didn't he?"

"He did."

She didn't speak again for a moment, and the silence grew awkward. She stared up at the ceiling. "Merlin, why is this so hard?"

"What do you mean?"

She took a deep breath. "Harry, do you think I'm a bad person?"

"What? Of course not."

"Good, because I'm not. Do you trust me not to do something that would hurt you?"

"Er, yes, I do. What's this about?"

She pulled some parchment from within her robes and unfurled it. "There's something I want to talk to you about. But it's something secret. I can't tell you much unless you're willing to sign this contract."

She placed the parchment and a jet black quill between them on the bench, and Harry looked at it warily. His only experience with a magical contract was the Goblet of Fire, and that one was the source of his present misery.

"What kind of contract?"

"Nothing bad," she said hurriedly. "It's just to ensure the privacy of the others in the club. I—I didn't even tell you it was a club, did I? Shit."

"No, you didn't."

"Merlin, I'm botching this. I'm talking about a club within Gryffindor, Harry. A secret club. I can't tell you who's in it or what…what we're about, unless you sign this parchment. It's to protect people's privacy, and only that. There are strong charms on it, but there aren't any bad consequences for breaking it, because you literally can't."

"What does that mean?"

"It means the charms will stop you from talking about, er, events within the club with people who aren't a part of it. I've tested them, and it's nothing painful. The charm just reminds you of its existence."

Harry stared at the parchment. He was almost afraid to touch it. "I don't understand. Why all the secrecy if this is nothing bad?"

"It's not bad. It's just something that…not everyone would approve of. The club has been around for a long time, and the people there are like a little family. Sort of. I can't give you details, but you'd have friends there, and you'd make some new ones."

"Who are we talking about here?"

"I really can't say yet, and I'm sorry. I signed a contract too. But there are a lot of people who want to be your friend. People besides Ron and Hermione. You might not be aware of it, but you kind of cocoon yourself with those two, and it's hard to get close to you."

He frowned and looked at his locker. That much was definitely true. He was only now starting to realize how few close friends he had in the wizarding world. He was friendly with other people, but at the moment he could only trust Hermione with anything serious.

She watched him as he thought over her words. "I promise I'm not trying to trick you. And if you sign that parchment, you wouldn't have to participate in the club. But you'd know about its existence and I could explain better."

He cautiously picked up the document and examined it. Just as she said, there was some sort of oath on it. He examined the wording. If he signed, he was committing himself to keeping a secret. He could tell no outsiders about the existence of a secret society called 'The Lion's Pride,' nor could he tell them about anything or anyone that he might see there.

"So it's only among people who aren't members that I can't talk about whatever this is?"

"That's right. Anything goes among members. You won't be bound by any oaths, or have to do anything against your will."

"This is not a society of pureblood bigots or something?"

She gave him an affronted look. "Harry, I'm not even a pureblood. I love being part of this, and I think you will too. It might take some time for you to, er, get used to things, but everyone thinks you'd be a good fit if you're willing to keep an open mind."

He studied the earnest expression on her face. "Fine. I trust you, Katie."

He grabbed the quill and signed his name with a flourish, flinching as it caused a stab of pain on the back of his hand. The scroll glowed for a brief moment, then rolled up and sealed itself. Katie pocketed it.

She smiled. "Thank you. That will make things so much easier."

He raised a curious eyebrow when she didn't continue.

She cleared her throat, and he was surprised to see a blush forming on her face. Katie didn't have Angelina's forceful personality, but he had never seen her suffer from a lack of confidence on the pitch.

"The club—" she began haltingly, but paused to consider her words. "Well, it's a group of people who are interested in exploring, er, aspects of themselves. It's a safe environment, with no judgment and no consequences. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, or with anyone you don't want to. It's just a way for friends to explore and have fun without anyone's reputation getting harmed. That's why we sign the oaths."

Harry was still mystified. "What on earth are we talking about?"

"You don't even have a guess?"


"No scandalous rumors you might have heard, or jokes about certain kinds of clubs?"

"Sorry, but no. The only club I know about is the gobstones club. I'm pretty sure we're not talking about that."

She laughed, and it seemed to settle her nerves. "No, no one plays gobstones. It's good that you have no idea, I guess. It's supposed to be that way. I just wondered, because—well, you know not much stays secret in this castle for long. Even with oaths, people let things slip and there are always rumors floating around."

"Well, I have no idea what you're talking about. What kind of club is this?"

She looked him straight in the eye. "It's a sex club."

"Sex club?" he repeated in astonishment. "Is this some kind of prank?"

"It's not. Now, don't freak out, okay? Just listen. You have friends there. The entire quidditch team is a part of it, even McLaggen. I know he's a wanker sometimes, but he behaves himself there. Everybody does. There's a few others from your year as well. We didn't invite you at the beginning of the year because we thought you weren't ready for it. But things have changed and well…" She gestured around the locker room, as if it could explain what she meant.

Harry fought a losing battle against a blush of his own. She seemed to be serious, but he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. "So…at this sex club…"

"It's exactly like it sounds," she said with a little grin. "There's a secret room above and behind the common room. Only members can enter it. You can have as much or as little privacy as you want. Everything is casual, and pretty much anything goes. But you're not allowed to be mean or cause scenes. If you have issues with someone, you leave it at the door or you lose your privileges."

Suddenly something clicked for him. "So that's where you go."


"After every quidditch match, the rest of the team disappears before the party ends. You, er, celebrate elsewhere, don't you?"

She smiled brightly. "Yes. The real celebration happens in our little club, and continues late into the night."

He shook his head, still astonished. If the Weasley twins had given him this talk, he wouldn't have believed a word of it. "And everyone just…"

"As much as they want, with whoever they want," she said almost proudly, her earlier discomfiture gone. "Everything is consensual, of course. It's not really for committed couples though. Well, I mean, couples form sometimes, and not everyone sleeps around, but we try to invite people who are single, open-minded, and just want to have some fun with their friends. No strings attached."

"Merlin," Harry breathed.

"Is it really that much of a shock? We're in a boarding school. The Professors aren't around that much, and well…you know how it is. Our magic is developing and it makes our hormones go out of control. I know you've felt those urges, right?"

Harry looked away but nodded. He knew exactly what she was talking about. His libido had exploded after he turned 13, just before second year. He had begun waking up with a mess in his shorts every morning, even if he relieved himself before he went to sleep. He hadn't realized it had anything to do with his growing magic.

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."


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?"


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. Harry and Hermione will be the central characters, though they won't be a couple in the strictest sense.

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.

I'll try to include a little of everything to cater to different tastes, but there won't be anything dark or disgusting. There will be some bisexual characters as well as some slash (both male and female), but most encounters will be het. Feel free to request something, but no promises.

You might have noticed earlier that I'm aging everyone up a year. So Harry is 15 in fourth year and Hermione is 16. Seventh years are 18-19, etc. It won't affect the plot. It's just for my peace of mind. Imagine them older if you want.