Unleashed Desire

Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table next to her two best friends. It had been a quiet, awkward lunch. Ron's attention was engrossed in the massive plate of food that was placed in front of him. Harry, meanwhile, was completely involved with making suggestive eye contact with the ever so flattered Hermione.

Hermione had attempted to ignore him, yet her eyes could not resist the gravitational pull of his. Each time that she would glance up and meet his eyes, she would embarrassingly smile, and quickly try to turn her attention back to her lunch.

"Hermione," Harry finally whispered.

Her eyes traveled up, once more, to meet his emerald eyes.

"Yes?" She couldn't help but smile.

"Let's shag! Right now!"

Her face crumpled into a state of shock. Though, Harry's remained calm and serious.

"H-Here, in-in fr...front of all these people?" she stuttered.

"Oh, I don't think they'll care, do you?"

Hermione's head whirled around and scanned all of the students who were gluttonously feasting on their lunches.

"Ye-yes, Harry, I think they will!"

"Oh, Hermione, have faith! They won't!" he winked.

Harry pushed himself away from the table. Then he tore of his shirt, exposing his luscious body. He unzipped his fly, and stripped off his pants, as well. And there he stood in the middle of the Great Hall, beneath the sky-like ceiling, in merely his plaid boxers. Peculiarly enough, not one student even gave Harry a second glance. Were they under a charm? Hermione wondered.

Harry extended his arm, beckoning Hermione to join him in his sudden stripping rampage. And although Hermione knew it was insane, she couldn't refuse Harry when he was looking so incredibly sexy!

She grasped his hand and hoisted herself on top of the Gryffindor table. It was then that all of the student's eyes were suddenly attracted to her. She glimpsed at the nearly naked Harry, who merely stood back with his arms folded, smiling.

Hermione gazed around the Great Hall. All of the boys and girls who had recently been eating were staring right at her, waiting for her to do something.

Harry snapped his fingers and a seductive stripper-type song began. Hermione looked at him with a mild shock. Though, the slow rhythm of the music persuaded her to begin a gentle sway. Her face relaxed into a sexy grin.

She looked down at Ron, who sat beneath her slender legs. His face was filled with awe. She winked at him and continued to sway to the steady rock.

Suddenly, the melody to the song began. Hermione dropped her head and began to slowly shake her curly hair. A gasp was let out of the mouths of several students. Hermione enjoyed their reaction, and felt a hunger for more praise. So she removed her cardigan. A large moan was let out by Seamus at the end of the table. Hermione giggled.

She wanted more attention, and because of this she quickly unknotted her tie. She turned to the grinning Harry and placed it around his neck, pulling him up onto the table with her.

His hands found their way to Hermione's collar. He took a moment to admire her features before ripping off her shirt in one pull. Hermione let out a falsely innocent cry, while the rest of the students began groan loudly.

"More!" some of the Hufflepuffs screamed desperately.

A crowd had now been drawn around the table where Hermione and Harry were erotically dancing together.

Hermione pushed her skirt down to her ankles and kicked it off of the table to some third years, who were obviously horny and desperate (because that's how everyone is at thirteen). And there she stood in only a bra, panties, and knee socks.

She looked around the Great Hall and found almost every student, including girls, standing around her with their hands placed inside the crotch of their pants. She glanced down at Ron, who had drool foaming from his mouth. She couldn't help but giggle at his vacant expression.

When her attention was brought back to Harry, she clawed her fingers onto Harry's muscular shoulders, and then began to savagely lick his chest. Almost every student took pleasure at this site, all but one, and that student was none other then Draco Malfoy.

Draco stood in the back of the crowd with a disgusted scowl spread across his face. He began to walk through the dazed crowd, shoving students here and there, making his way up to the stage-like table. When he reached the table, he lifted himself up onto it. He then continued to move up to the couple, who now had ceased their wild licking campaign. He smirked at them before speaking.

"Well aren't you the whore, Mudblood?" he said to Hermione.

"You just have to ruin everything don't you?!" she sneered.

"Oh, yes, sorry to ruin you're little strip show, but I just couldn't stand seeing my Harry fucking something so DIRTY!"

"What?!" she screeched, "YOUR Harry?! I don't think so! He's mine, tell him Harry!"

She looked at Harry, who was eyeing Draco, as he had once eyed her.

"Harry?"

"Hurts to be rejected doesn't it?" Draco snickered, "So now that all that's understood, I'll be taking what's mine!" He coiled his arm around Harry's shoulder and led him off of the table, through the audience, and out the door.

And there they left her muddled atop the Gryffindor table, practically naked. The attention she had been receiving was now directed to Harry and Draco, and she was once again neglected.

"Miss Granger!" She heard Professor Snape's voice call from somewhere hidden in the crowd.

Immediately her eyes shot open and there she found an extremely pissed Snape glaring at her.

"Miss Granger, glad you could join us! I recommend you sleep outside of class next time," he sarcastically stated.

She turned bright red with much chagrin. "Sorry, Professor."

"As I was saying before..." he said getting back to his boring lesson.

Hermione couldn't believe she had fallen asleep! It was completely unlike her. She glanced at Ron next to her, who was looking almost embarrassed for her. She bit her bottom lip.

Hermione looked to the other side of her, yet found no Harry. She scanned the room, but Harry was not in sight.

"Where is Harry?" she silently mouthed to Ron.

He shrugged.

Odd, Harry never just skipped class; she knew he wasn't sick, she had seen him just this morning. Where on earth could he be...?

****

So where was Harry? Well... he was with Draco, standing in front of a door that led to a beautiful meadow.

In that particular meadow there was a small creek that trickled along for a distance. Wild flowers were sprinkled throughout the field. Their smell filtered the air. Two horses galloped around the pasture. And in the middle of the meadow was a large, white bed, draped with lacy curtains. It was exactly as Harry had often fantasized of in his dreams.

Harry hugged Draco, and exclaimed, "How did you know?"

Draco began to laugh. "How did I know this was your fantasy? Simple, I didn't. This room actually creates the scenery of anyone's desired setting."

Harry looked a bit confused.

"Ok, it's really simple, Harry. Here I'll show you. Think of some other setting of another of your fantasies!"

Suddenly, the serene field transformed into a sports stadium. Cheering could be heard in the seats above them. In the sky, witches and wizards flew around on broomsticks.

"Quidditch?" Draco smirked.

Harry smiled devilishly. "Yeah, it's always really turned me on!"

"Really? I always wondered why you seemed to look even more, I dare say, sexy, when playing. Were you ever hot for me during our matches?"

"Oh, yes!" Harry admitted too quickly, "I-I mean, well, I can't lie. Ok, you know when you would dive; did you ever notice I sometimes trailed a little behind you?"

Draco thought for a minute. "Yea..."

"Well, didn't you ever find that odd, I mean I have a Firebolt."

"Did it ever cross your mind, Potter, that I thought I was faster than you?"

"Um... I geuss... any ways, I was actually checking out you're arse! It looks so good on your broomstick and those pants really fit your arse well, especially when you lean forward to dive after the Snitch!"

Draco beamed. "Glad, you could enjoy the view. Truthfully, I have been horny at some Quidditch matches, I can see where you were coming from."

"Could you?"

"Of course! Something about the tight pants, the gear, and the way the broomstick rubs against my cock, it, obviously, REALLY turns me on!"

Harry began to laugh, because the crotch of Draco's pants was rising just at the thought of Quidditch.

"So Harry, let's do it here!" he said as his eyes widened with joy.

Harry's tongue appeared to dampen his lips. "Oh, yes, let's!"

Harry stepped on to the field, his heart immediately leaped with triumph when he heard the familiar cries of the crowd. Throughout the stadium banners were strung and waved for Slytherin and Gryffindor. The players above them were of their own houses.

He whirled his head back around to Draco, who was leaning on the doorway with his arms crossed and a smirk implanted on his gorgeous face. "Do you think they'd mind? I mean... are they real?" Harry asked as he stepped back toward him, and began to unbutton Draco's shirt.

"No, they're not. They're merely your own fantasy. The people in your dreams aren't real are they? Neither are they!" Draco stated as he allowed Harry to undress him.

"Well, in that case, come on!" He embraced him in his arms. Where upon he immediately pressed his lips to Draco's, for only a small, dry kiss, which would soon lead to much more.

He removed his mouth from the pallid boy's lips, and whispered, "Follow me!"

Draco could not disagree, and followed him to the center of the field. Here Harry's strong hands lashed onto Draco's waist as Draco tilted him towards the ground. Harry's head hit the recently trimmed lawn softly. His jade eyes gazed into the stormy eyes above him.

This is so much like every one of my dreams! He thought to himself. Was it real? He had to touch him to make this dream a reality.

He lifted his hand from the position it had rested upon Draco's gentle, flaxen skin. The hand's destination was upon Draco's perfect face, and where upon, when it landed, was greeted with a soft kiss of approval.

Above the two boy's heads flew several Quidditch players, who paid no attention to the two lovers below them. The game continued.

****

Ron had been depressed for the entire day. For one reason, he was completely embarrassed about going to Hermione's room the previous night. He wasn't sure what his reasoning had been. All day he had seen her astonished face inside his head. He wished he could have just erased everything that had happened that night.

Though, the main reason he was disheartened was that he had yet to reveal his heart to her, and he knew she was slipping out of his grasp by the second. She was in love with Harry. He knew she felt the same about Harry as Ron did her. He saw the way her face lit up whenever Harry walked in the room; he could hear her longing for Harry every time she spoke; he knew that she felt empty whenever Harry was away from her sight, just as Ron was feeling for Hermione at this very moment. And it was this very crush that sent a dagger deeper and deeper into Ron's heart, each time he saw her.

Yes indeed, Ron's melancholy was great. He had been sitting in the common room for most of the lunch now, which was unlike him, because he enjoyed eating, perhaps more than anything else at school. But with his sadness, he couldn't even look at food. He sat next to the fire for a good amount of time, only staring at it, thinking of Hermione, and how he knew he had lost his chance with her.

As he watched the fire perform its passionate dance, leaping about the wood as it pleased, a tear dripped from on of his sapphire eyes.

"Ron?" said a bubbly voice from behind his chair.

He lifted his head as best he could to try to glimpse at who this person was. And although he could only see long, blond locks, he recognized it was Lavender Brown.

"Lavender?" he tried to say without any tears in his voice.

"Mm-hm." She walked around to the front of the chair and stood in front of him.

Lavender was a pretty girl. She had vibrant gold hair that was often set into loose curls. She painted her mundane features with a hefty amount of make-up, to create the beautiful face everyone sees. Not many have ever seen her without make-up. Her body is perfectly fit, and she often wears clothes that appear to be so tight many wonder how she can even breathe. Today, she was dressed in her school robes, yet they appeared to have been washed an exorbitant amount of times in order to shrink to such a small size. Her skirt was rolled up, exposing a sliver of her abdomen and a bit too much of her long legs.

"What's wrong, Ron?" she said as her head tilted.

"Nothing, it's just... oh, you probably wouldn't care..."

"No, Ron, I would care. Is it about Hermione?" She empathetically set her small hand upon his hunched shoulder.

"What?!" Ron blushed.

"Oh, come on Ron, we're not in first year anymore! You don't have to keep it a secret! Besides, everyone already knows, it's pretty obvious." She bent down to his level.

"It is?"

"Yea. But you know what I think... Hermione's stupid! I mean, I know she's smart and all in school, but, like, I mean in life...like, ok, she doesn't see what she's missing!" she said exposing the lack of depth of her intellect.

"She doesn't?"

"No, I mean, look at you, you're nice, funny, popular," she looked into his eyes, "completely desirable."

Ron beamed.

"In fact, I have been really attracted to you lately."

Her hands snaked up to Ron's thigh to his groin. She began to slowly move her hand back and forth on his crotch. Ron gulped.

"Ron, I really don't know what you see in her. She's not very pretty, I mean, she could do a lot more for her face and her hair. Me, on the other hand, well, I, if I may say, am very beautiful, and am very attracted to you," she "modestly" stated.

"La-a-vend-dor, I-uh, ooohhh," he said as his eyes rolled from pleasure, "I-dunno, um... w-wha-t d-do y-you w-want?" Ron stuttered from the pleasure, mixed oddly with discomfort, she was giving him.

"YOU!" she cried out, while removing her hands from Ron's crotch and flinging them onto his tie (that loosely hung from his neck) and lugged Ron on top of her with a loud 'oompf'.