Harry Potter: Sex Oriented Hogwarts

As the afternoon progressed towards beginning of the evening hours, several of their House-Mates at Hogwarts looked in on them to see how they were doing.

Seamus, Dean, and Neville were all in Gryffindor and in their year, and they came to talk about the World Cup, or in Neville's case.

Listen to them talk as he wasn't able to go to the Cup this year.

More than a few girls passed by their opened door, Katie Bell being one of them, Hermione had noticed; none of them stopped to talk, but they all looked in, and Hermione knew who they were looking at.

Lucifer had been mentioned in the Daily Prophet again, and he was responsible for the Deaths of many Death Eaters.

Naturally, if any of the dead had kids in Hogwarts, those students couldn't very well call him out, but she had no doubt they now hated him.

She huffed spitefully after the Eighth girl passed them, gawking at her Lucifer, and pulled out The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4, and started on the Summoning Charm.

Neville was still in there, and Ron was showing him the miniature figure of Viktor Krum, "We saw him right up close, as well. We were in the Top Box-"

"For the first and last time in your life, Weasley," Draco Malfoy said, appearing in the doorway.

Behind him stood Crabbe and Goyle, his enormous, thuggish cronies, both of whom appeared to have grown at least a foot during the summer.

Evidently they had overheard the conversation through the compartment door, which Dean and Seamus left ajar.

"Don't remember asking you to join us, Malfoy," Harry said coolly.

"Weasley... What is that?" Malfoy asked, pointing at Pigwidgeon's cage.

A sleeve of Ron's dress robes was dangling from it, swaying with the motion of the train, the moldy lace cuff very obvious.

Ron made to stuff the robes out of sight, but Draco was too quick for him; he seized the sleeve and pulled.

"Look at this!" Malfoy said in ecstasy, holding up Ron's robes and showing Crabbe and Goyle.

"Weasley, you weren't thinking of wearing these, were you? I mean - they were very fashionable in about eighteen ninety!"

"Eat dung, Mafloy!" Ron said, the same color as the dress robes as he snatched them back out of Draco's grip.

He howled with derisive laughter, while his two cronies guffawed stupidly.

"So... going to enter, Weasley? Going to try and bring a bit of glory to the family name? There's money involved as well, you know... you'd be able to afford some decent robes if you won!" Draco laughed again.

What he saw brought Lucifer's attention from the rain on the window, to the conversation going on beside him.

'Enter what? Some sort of competition... this is what Mrs. Weasley wasn't going to tell us...' he thought and turned to put his full attention on Draco.

"What are you talking about?" Ron snapped at him.

"Are you going to enter?" Malfoy repeated in the way you would for a child, "I suppose you will, Potter? You never miss a chance to show off, do you?"

"Either explain what you're going on about, or sod off, Malfoy!" Hermione said angrily, looking up from her book.

"Oh, he doesn't know what's going on," Lucifer said calmly, "Draco always likes to talk a big game, but he's really quite useless when it comes to actually being helpful."

"Shut up, Morningstar!" Draco said, his brow furrowing, "I know exactly what I'm talking about, but it sounds like none of you do."

"No, see," Lucifer calmly poked Hermione's cheek who pushed her face aside, and sat backwards.

It gave freedom to Lucifer, who now stood up, "I know you, Draco. I know you can't keep your fucking mouth shut about anything, so if there was something going on, we'd know about it because you can't stay quiet about it."

"I know what I'm talking about!" Draco started to sound whiny, "There is the Triwizard Tournament going on at Hogwarts because my father told me!"

Lucifer smirked when he saw the look of horror on Draco's face.

He casually walked up to him, leaned right up to his face, and said quite loudly.

"Gotcha bitch." Lucifer then took a step forward, causing Malfoy to take a step back.

"Now get the fuck back to where you came from," he took another few steps, backing Draco up to the compartment behind him, which was his own, "before I rip you limb from fucking limb!"

Draco, Hermione saw, struggled to quickly open the compartment door he was leaning against and he scurried inside with Crabbe and Goyle entering only after Lucifer walked away from the opened door.

He walked back into his compartment, slid the door shut, and sat back down, his fellow members of their Quartet looked at him in awe.

Neville had seen Lucifer angry, but nowhere near the level of anger he was trying to contain.

The poor boy let out a whimper, and Hermione calmed him, saying that he was in no danger.

"Lucifer?" She got his attention, "What's the Triwizard Tournament?"

"....A horrible thing that has caused the death of many students from Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang, the three Wizarding Schools that always participated in it back when it was held regularly every five years. It was disbanded because the body count became too high... why the fuck they are restarting the Tournament, I have no idea... explains the Dress Robes now..." he trailed off.

"What does it explain about them?" Harry asked him.

"The Yule Ball. It was always held on Christmas Day the year that the Tournament took place, and the Champion's open the Ball with a dance," he explained.

"Mrs. Weasley said something about there being restrictions this year, what did she mean by that?" Hermione asked him.

"Probably an age restriction, if I were to guess. Probably only Witches and Wizards Seventeen and older... there was never an age restriction in the past. One year, Durmstrang had a Twelve Year old boy participate, and during the First Task, he died from being inexperienced with magic..." Hermione gasped upon hearing this,

"This damn Tournament should not be brought back, by any stretch of the imagination."

The whole compartment went quiet after that, no one knew what to say, and Lucifer had nothing else to add.

They soon changed into their School Robes as they neared Hogwarts, and Hermione kept looking at Lucifer's face on his lap as he read more of his Grade 7 Spellbook, by putting it over her chest.

Using her body as just a table.

She was a little worried about him, given how powerful he was, Lucifer could kill probably anyone in Hogwarts without giving it much thought, but she also knew he was never violent or angry towards someone without reason.

There was the exception for when he was still calming down and lashed out at someone that didn't let him calm down all the way, but that hadn't happened as often as one would've thought.

When at last the train stopped at Hogsmeade Station, it was pitch black outside, and Lucifer had missed seeing Rowena perched on the gate, letting the rain pelt her without a care in the world.

When he acknowledged her, she hooted angrily then flew up towards Gryffindor Tower.

"Hi, Hagrid!" Harry yelled suddenly.

"All righ', Harry?" Hagrid bellowed back, waving, "see yeh at the feast if we don' drown!"

"Oh... I wouldn't fancy crossing the lake in this weather..." Hermione said fervently, shivering as they inched their way to the carriages that were pulled by Thestrals.

She walked closer to Lucifer, rubbing her body against his, and generating some heat using such closeness.

The five of them climbed into a carriage and Hermione was so close, she could have just sat down on Lucifer's thighs, with how small the gap literally was.

And warm up from the freezing cold rain.

She saw her fingers and saw that tips were off color, but Lucifer on other hand was just being usual.... very fine.

She wondered what he did over the summer before she was at Lux.

Lucifer said he had disciplined himself with spells ricocheting off a reflective surface, but what else had he done? She'd have to ask him if she ever remembered too.

They soon arrived up at the castle and stepped back out into rain, walking quickly up the stairs to escape the cold.

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Upon entering the Castle doors and finding themselves in the Entrance Hall, Ron shook his head, sending the water in it everywhere.

"Blimey! If that downpour keeps up, the lake's going to overflow, I'm soaked."

"I hope the First Years will be alri - aagghhh!" Hermione yelled out, getting hit with something, an all new feeling of cold washing through her body as she started shivering again.

Lucifer looked up and saw that Peeves was high above them, dropping Water Balloons on people as they passed by.

"PEEVES!" An angry voice rang out in the Entrance Hall, "GET DOWN HERE AT ONCE!" Professor McGonagall yelled.

"Not doing nothing!" Cackled Peeves maliciously. "Already wet aren't they?" He asked as he lobbed another water balloon at a few Fifth-Year Hufflepuff girls, who screamed and made a beeline for the Great Hall.

Lucifer, swiftly and with ever thinning patience, whipped his wand out, aimed it up, and the Poltergeist suddenly found himself being dragged down towards them.

Hermione looked at him, then Peeves, then back to him.

She had never seen any of the Professors do this with Peeves, and wondered why they hadn't before, unless it was against the rules or something.

Peeves was unable to move in any direction as he flailed about in place, desperately trying to worm his way out of his current situation.

When he was down and in front of McGonagall, she was fuming.

"Peeves, if you continue with this insufferable behavior tonight, I will go and get the Headmaster and we shall see what he has to say about this!"

"S-Sorry, your Deputy Headship. M-Me will be leaving now," Peeves said, and the moment he was able to, zoomed through one of the walls, not reappearing for the night.

"Thank you, Morningstar, I don't think he will return tonight," McGonagall said with a thankful look towards him.

"Into the Great Hall, come along now!" She ushered everyone inside the doors that lead to the Hall, which looked as amazing as ever, with the usual decorations that came with the Start-of-Term feast.

Golden plates and goblets gleamed by the light of hundreds upon hundreds of candles that floated high above the tables.

A lot of Whispering began to ring through the Hall after a few students from each House saw them, particularly Lucifer.

Because of the Daily Prophet writing about him in the World Cup, he was now just as famous, if not more so than Harry it seemed.

Along with Neville, went and sat down at the Gryffindor table beside Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, commonly referred to as Nearly Headless Nick, in all his pearly white, semi-transparent glory.

Nick was dressed in his usual doublet, but it had a particularly large ruff, which served the dual purpose of looking extra-festive, and insuring that his head didn't wobble too much from the little thread of skin and muscle tissue still holding it up.

"Good evening!" He said, beaming at them.

"Says who?" Harry asked, clearly in a mood, "Hope they hurry up with the Sorting, I'm starving."

"Hiya Harry," a highly excited and breathless voice called down the table.

Colin Creevey came bounding down the table to talk to his Hero.

"Hi, Colin," Harry replied warily.

"Harry, guess what? Guess what, Harry? My brother's starting! My brother Dennis!" The boy said excitedly.

"Er - that's good," Harry said.

"He's really excited too! I just hope he's in Gryffindor! Keep your fingers crossed, eh, Harry?" Colin was bursting with excitement that he should in all honesty not have this late into the day, Lucifer thought, but he said nothing.

"Er - yeah, alright," Harry smiled and turned back to his friends and Nick. "Brothers and Sisters usually get in the same House, don't they?" He asked them.

"Not necessarily," Hermione said, "take Parvati and Padma, they are twins, but Padma is in Ravenclaw."

"It is bizarre, though, that they weren't both in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor," Lucifer said thoughtfully.

He looked up and down the table, noticing a lot of empty seats at each table, "Going to be a lot of new First Years, it seems."

"Where's the new Defense teacher?" Harry asked aloud.

"Maybe they couldn't get anyone?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"If that was the case, the Ministry would've appointed someone themselves," Lucifer who has now gained a real foothold of learning about Wizard, said ominously, "but only in the event of Dumbledore incapable of finding someone himself."

"That's good to know," Hermione said, having learned something new.

Hermione looked at Harry and saw him continuing to scan the table, but she didn't understand why.

"Oh hurry up!" Ron moaned impatiently, "I could eat a Hippogriff..."

If there was one thing Ron loved, it was food, to the point where Hermione found it somewhat repulsive the way he ate and the habit he had of talking with his mouth full.

The words were no sooner out of his mouth than the doors of the Great Hall opened and silence fell.

Professor McGonagall was leading a longer than usual line of First-Years up to the front of the Hall.

Hermione noticed how absolutely drenched the new First-Years looked.

'Did they end up swimming across the lake?' She thought to herself.

They were all shivering with a combination of being cold and being nervous. Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool on the ground before the First-Years and, on top of it, an extremely old, dirty, patched Wizard's hat.

The hat sat there in silence, no one saying a word or making a sound as they awaited the words that it had to say.

Then a long tear near the brim opened wide like a mouth, and the hat broke into song:

A thousand years or more ago,

When I was newly sewn,

There lived four witches and wizards of renown,

Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,

Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,

Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,

Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,

They hatched a daring plan

To educate young sorcerers

Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders

Formed their own house, for each

Did value different virtues

In the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were

Prized far beyond the rest;

For Ravenclaw, the cleverest

Would always be the best;

For Hufflepuff, hard workers were

Most worthy of admission;

And power-hungry Slytherin

Loved those of great ambition.

While still alive they did divide

Their favorites from the throng,

Yet how to pick the worthy ones

When they were dead and gone?

'It was Gryffindor who found the way,

He whipped me off his head,

The founders put some brains in me

So I could choose instead!

Now slip me snug about your ears,

I've never yet been wrong,

I'll have a look inside your mind

And tell where you belong!'

The Great Hall rang with applause as the Sorting Hat finished, "That's not the song it sang when it sorted us," Harry said after the applause died down.

"Well, you did miss the Sorting the past two years, remember?" Lucifer roughly pointed out to him.

Professor McGonagall began unrolling the large scroll of parchment that had the names of the new students on it.

"When I call out your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool," she said to the First-Years, "When the hat announces your House, you will go and sit at the appropriate table."

She began to call out names, and when it got to Colin's brother, Dennis, the Hat called out, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Lucifer clapped a little at his joining of the House. It was always nice to see some new First Years for Gryffindor.

"Colin!" Dennis yelled as he got closer to his brother, "Colin, I fell in! Something massive in the water pushed me back into the boat!"

"Cool!" Colin had said, sounding just as excited, "It must have been the Giant Squid!"

"Wow," Dennis said, proving that he and Colin were definitely brothers.

The Sorting continued on, with many students going to each House. "Oh, hurry up!" Ron groaned in famished agony.

"Now, Ron, the Sorting's much more important than food," Nick said, clapping for the newest Gryffindor so far.

They bickered for a moment while Lucifer looked at the First-Years, and his eyes wandered back to the Gryffindor Table.

He saw Katie Bell talking with one of her friends in Fifth Year.

She was one of Gryffindor's Chaser's on their Quidditch Team, and someone he called a friend.

He looked back up and saw McGonagall pick up the Hat and Stool, carrying them off.

It wasn't until she came back that Dumbledore got to his feet.

He was smiling around at all of them, his arms opened wide in welcome,

"I have only two words to say to you," he said in his usual deep voice as it echoed around the Great Hall, "Tuck in!"

Everyone began filling their plates, and Nick watched mournfully, as he wasn't able to eat anything being a Ghost and all, "Aaah, 'at's be'er," Ron said with a mouth full of mashed potatoes.

Lucifer looked up at him just as he was about to put his bite into his mouth, "How about you wait to fully chew your food before talking?"

Ron didn't get to respond, though, as Nick spoke next, "You're lucky there's a feast at all tonight, you know," he said with a sigh, "There was trouble in the Kitchens earlier."

"Why? Wha' 'appened?" Harry asked, also with a full mouth.

"I swear to fucking Dad, if either of you talk with a full mouth once again, I'm shoveling food down your throat until you stop breathing," Lucifer said in a tone that meant he wasn't playing around.

"Peeves, of course," Nick continued, unfazed, and shaking his head.

"The usual argument, you know. He wanted to attend the feast - well, it's quite out of the question, you know what he's like, utterly uncivilized, can't see a plate of food without throwing it. We held a ghost's council - the Fat Friar was all for giving him the chance, he always is - but most wisely, in my opinion, the Bloody Baron put his foot down."

"Yeah, we thought Peeves seemed hacked off about something, then Lucifer put him in his place... so what did he do in the Kitchens?" Ron asked, going for another bite of food.

"Oh, the usual," Nick said with a shrug, "wreaked havoc and mayhem. Pots and pans everywhere. Place swimming in soup. Terrified the house-elves out of their wits-"

The next thing Lucifer knew, Hermione had knocked over her goblet of Pumpkin Juice, which began to spread over the tablecloth, but he non-verbally, and wandlessly used Scourgify to clean it up.

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