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Special Services in the Room of Requirement Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2022-12-20 16:59:01 +0000 UTC“Are you sure you two aren’t dating?” Neville asked Harry over breakfast.
The Great Hall was a flurry of activity as per usual. As it was a Friday, all of the tables were packed full of students who were eager to get their classes over with for the day so that they could relax over the weekend. Harry and Neville were sat across near the end of the table at their usual seats while Hermione was sat about four places down around Lavender, Parvati, Ginny, and a few other girls.
“I told you,” Harry sighed. “Hermione and I are not dating, we’re not a couple, we’re nothing like that.”
“Uh huh,” Neville said, clearly not believing Harry in the slightest. “So why do you keep staring down the table at her like that?”
“I’m not staring down the table at her,” Harry protested.
“No?” Neville raised an eyebrow. “Over the last five minutes, you’ve looked over at her twelve times. Trust me, I counted.”
“Okay, so what? Hermione’s my best friend,” Harry pointed out. “Can’t I look over at her if I want?”
“Yeah, but its how you’re looking at her,” Neville emphasized.
Harry set down his fork on his plate and leaned back slightly. “I’m not looking at her like anything.”
“Right,” Neville said sarcastically. “So the puppy dog eyes and lovey-dovey looks are just nothing at all, huh?”
Harry wanted to groan. How many times did he have to tell Neville this. “You’re going mental, mate.”
“Am I?” Neville replied with a little heat in his voice. “You’ve been like this for quite a few days now, and I’ve caught Hermione staring back at you with that same damn look. I don’t want there to be any troubles if the two of you start coming to the Room and Requirement with the rest of us. There’s already been a few people who’ve gotten upset over someone they like partaking in some harmless fun; I really don’t want to have to break up a fight again.”
“You won’t,” Harry assured him. Honestly, why would he care if Hermione fucked someone else? They were just friends, and friends can do whatever they want. It wasn’t Harry’s place to police Hermione’s actions, nor was it hers to police his.
Neville held Harry’s gaze for a moment. “Alright,” he nodded. “Now, this is the last time I’ll ever ask this, but I just want to know if something is going on between the two of you. I’m asking this as your friend.”
Harry couldn’t take any more of this. “We fucked, okay?” He hissed out, doing his best to make sure no one else overheard them.
Neville clearly hadn’t been expecting that response as his eyes widened. “Oh.”
Harry snorted and huffed at Neville’s response. “You happy now?”
It was nice to see Neville on the back foot finally as he fought to find the words he wanted to use. “Well, yeah, I guess I’m happy for the two of you. I mean, all of us always wondered . . . and we did think that you two would be a good match.”
Harry groaned. “Look, let’s get this straight. Me and Hermione was a one-time thing. We aren’t together, we aren’t dating, we’re just friends.”
“Alright,” Neville replied, holding up his hands in defeat. “I won’t say anything more.”
“Good,” Harry said curtly as he picked back up his fork and returned to eating.
Honestly, Neville should have just left it alone. He and Hermione were just friends, and that was that. He didn’t know what Neville was on about with the looks he was giving Hermione—Harry obviously wasn’t doing that, otherwise he’d know about it.
“So,” Neville said after a few minutes of silence. “We’re having another meet-up in the Room of Requirement tonight.”
Now, that perked Harry back up a bit. He’d be able to lay Neville’s questioning to rest once he went there and showed that he was willing to be with any of the girls. But, there was still one minor issue. “Did you and Hannah talk about everyone signing the contract?” Harry asked.
“Mm hmm,” Neville nodded as he swallowed his mouthful of pancakes. “We agreed to it, and Hannah met up with Hermione last night to go over the specific wording. She said that the two of them would be making the actual contract this afternoon, just in time for the meeting tonight.”
“Brilliant,” Harry smiled. Perfect, that was one less issue to worry about. “Did they say what the punishment was going to be for breaking it?”
At Harry’s question, Neville cringed slightly. “Trust me, you’re better off not knowing,” he assured Harry. “Needless to say, no one is going to even consider breaking it if they ever want to have sex again.”
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Just over an hour before curfew, dozens of students met in the Room of Requirement. Unlike the normal DA sessions when Harry and Hermione were at the front of the room, however, Neville and Hannah now took up the prime positions. Hannah had a scroll of parchment in her hand, and she was holding it up to the audience to see it.
“I can assure you all that this is for everyone’s protection,” Hannah told the room. “We decided that this was the best path forward as we continue to introduce more and more people into the group.”
Immediately, all of the eyes in the room fell onto Harry and Hermione, the two new members. They were standing awkwardly in the middle of the group, and Harry was doing his best to try to look as unbothered by the stares as possible.
Before anyone could say anything, Neville cut in. “It’s not about them,” he called out to the crowd. “Harry and Hermione are both good people who we trust wholeheartedly. But you all know that when people come of age, we invite them in if we think they’d be a good fit. Our judgments might not always be perfect, so this contract will help us all stay protected.”
There were some grumblings at this announcement, but Harry was pleased to note that the majority of the room seemed in agreement with Neville’s reasoning.
“We understand that this may seem a bit over the top to some of you,” Hannah said. “And we don’t want to force anyone to sign who doesn’t want to, but signing this contract is going to be a requirement to participate going forward.”
Thankfully, no one seemed to back away from that. As mutterings between the students grew, more and more people seemed to come on board with the idea of a contract keeping them all safe.
“All right then,” Neville nodded. He closed his eyes in thought for a moment, and then a table appeared before him. Hannah unraveled the scroll and laid it out on the table, alongside a quill and ink she took out from her bag. “Now, once everyone has signed or decided not to, we can continue with tonight’s activities.”
A rough queue quickly formed as everyone hurried to sign the contract. Harry and Hermione hung back, as was decided when they spoke with Neville and Hannah a couple hours ago. Their eyes scanned the crowd, looking for anyone who was going to refuse to sign. Thankfully, they never had to put their contingency in place as everyone signed after a few minutes.
Harry and Hermione were the last two up to the table, and they both signed the parchment neatly before Hannah rolled the parchment back up, sealed it tight with a ribbon, and stuffed it, the ink, and her quill back into her bag.
“Okay you lot!” Neville called out as the table vanished from sight. “All the men over to the left side and the ladies to the right.”
Harry could sense the nervous jitters coming off of Hermione as everyone started to move. Her face looked like it was torn between excitement and anxiety. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Harry whispered over to her as students made their way to either side of the room.
Hermione bit her lower lip before nodding her head. “Yeah, I am.”
“Alright,” Harry replied. “But, if anything comes up, just let me or Hannah know.”
Hermione smiled at Harry. “Thanks,” she whispered back before heading on over to the right side of the room.
Harry went over to stand with the rest of the men, leaving just Neville in the middle of the room. Neville closed his eyes tightly, focusing intently as he ordered the room to bend to his will. Harry nearly jumped as a thick, black curtain suddenly appeared in front of his face, cutting off all noise from the other side. However, everyone else seemed at ease and settled in for a brief wait.
“Surprised to see you here, Harry,” Dean Thomas said from behind Harry.
Turning around with a smile on his lips, Harry came face to face with his old dormmate. Dean had been on the run from the Death Eaters during the war, and he was at Malfoy Manor when Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been captured too. He later fought at the Battle of Hogwarts and, like Harry, had turned down Kingsley’s offer to go work as an Auror at the Ministry.
“Dean,” Harry greeted him happily, shaking his hand. He’d been so busy this year that he had barely any time to visit his old dormmate. “How’ve you been?”
“Oh you know,” Dean shrugged and rolled his shoulder. “Madam Pomfrey worked wonders to help me even keep my arm after the battle, but it’s still pretty sore. It’ll take at least another year before its close to normal, but I’ll still always have a scar.”
That truly was one of the worst parts about coming back from a war: dealing with the fallout of the battle. Harry wasn’t alone in coming out of it with another curse scar.
“At least you’re on the road to recovery,” Harry said. “Besides, with your ugly mug, maybe the scar will actually help a few witches be interested in you.”
Dean laughed loudly. “Come off it, Potter,” he said, giving Harry a playful shove. “Besides, I don’t care about any other witches. I’ve been dating Lisa Turpin since June.”
“Oh, congratulations,” Harry said, his mind filling with the image of the quiet, brown-haired Ravenclaw. He had seen her in here earlier too. “Wait a second . . . you two are dating?”
“Yeah,” Dean answered.
Harry frowned in confusion. “But . . . both of you are here.”
“We are,” Dean replied.
Harry blinked and stared at Dean for a moment. “Err, I mean, I’m not judging or anything, but . . .”
Suddenly, Dean let out another laugh. “Don’t worry, Harry, I get it. Yeah, we’re dating but we still partake in the special services that this room has to offer. When we first started dating, she told me about what went on during the school year. When we came back and Neville and Hannah announced that they were starting this room up again, we talked about it and decided to give it a shot.”
“So, you don’t mind that other blokes are spending time with your girl?” Harry asked.
Dean shook his head. “Not really. I mean, it’s just sex after all. If it was more personal or romantic then yeah, I might have a problem with it. But this isn’t like that. This is just a way to relieve stress, explore ourselves, and have fun. And, trust me, after an fun time in here, Lisa’s all the more randy for me when we get out. We each talk about what we did in the room and things we liked and didn’t like. Honestly, it’s helped make our relationship even stronger.”
“Oh, wow,” Harry said. He honestly hadn’t been expecting that. He always imagined that he’d get jealous in a situation like this; after all, he remembered being jealous seeing Ginny and Dean together, and Harry hadn’t even been dating her then. Could dating someone when both of you used a room like this really work?
“It might not work for everyone,” Dean cautioned before he paused in thought. A small smile crossed his lips. “But it works for us.”
“I’m happy for you two,” Harry told Dean honestly. If they could make something like that work, then good for them.
The black curtains that sectioned them off rippled as Neville parted them and stepped through. “Alright lads, you know the drill. Drop your robes off on the hooks over there.” Neville gestured towards the back wall, and, like magic, a row of hooks appeared.
Harry followed the rest of the men over. They all shrugged off their outer robes, leaving them just in their trousers, shirts, and, for some, vests, and hung them up on the hooks. Harry placed his towards the end beside Neville’s.
“Alright,” Neville called out. “Now, line-up.”
A rough line started to form in front of Neville. Dean glanced over to Harry. “You go on ahead, I’m gonna hang back.”
“Why?” Harry frowned in confusion.
Dean grinned a little. “I like to take my turn after a few of the other guys have already gone through some of the women.”
Harry felt a little shiver run through him. Did Dean mean what he thought he meant?
Dean gave Harry a quick pat on the shoulder and slowly made his way towards the back of the line. Once everyone settled, Neville nodded to himself and stepped back through the curtains. Harry followed behind the few students who were in front of him through the curtain and back out into the open room.
Just like the first time he had seen it, there was a room within the larger room. Smooth, stone walls created a a square-ish room that had a simple open doorway that led into a winding corridor, and black drapes hung from the edges of the room towards the outer walls, preventing anyone from seeing the outside of this smaller room. The women were back there, probably already waiting for the men to start filing in.
Neville led the group to the open doorway and started inside. The narrow corridor wound its way around a short bend to the left before it opened up into the large room Harry had visited before.
Unlike last time, almost all of the holes in the wall looked to be occupied. Harry’s eyes bugged out at just how lewd the whole thing looked. There were maybe a dozen smaller holes just larger enough for someone to stick their cock or hand through; some of these holes already had open mouths waiting on the other side. Then, there were the larger holes. There were fifteen of them spread throughout the room, eleven at waist height and four at head height. All of them had a woman’s lower half sticking out of them.
Immediately, one of the men behind Neville rushed forward towards the back of the room where one of the head-height holes had a pair of dark-coloured legs sticking out of them. There were stirrups sticking out of the wall above the hole, giving the woman a place to rest her feet above her body. Her pink pussy was open and on display for the whole room to see. The man, someone Harry vaguely recognized from the year below him, quickly climbed up onto the small stool that was placed against the wall, placed his hands on the woman’s thighs, and immediately started to eat her out.
It had all happened so suddenly. All of the men in front of Harry dispersed towards different holes. The sound of zippers being undone filled the room as most of them took out their cocks and started to get pleasure wherever they could.
“Come on, Harry,” Neville said, urging him forward.
“Err, sorry,” Harry said to the people he was holding up behind him. He meandered further into the room, openly staring at all of the choices around him.
The various men filtered themselves throughout the room as Harry watched on. It still amazed Harry that they were so eager and at ease with walking up and taking out their cock in front of everyone else; no one seemed to be embarrassed or awkward at all. Well, no one except for him. He was still just standing there, waiting. And, unlike the few others who were clearly waiting to take their turns with someone, Harry was just stood in the dead center of the room.
“Aren’t you going to go find someone?”
Harry jumped and turned around to see Dean standing a couple of feet behind him. The last group of students finally made it through the narrow tunnel and were now all around the room. It was clear that there were about seven or eight more men than there were women based on the number of them who were waiting their turn.
“Ah, just getting acclimated to things I guess,” Harry said lamely.
Dean nodded his head as though he fully understood Harry’s predicament. “Trust me, all of us were like you when things first started up. Well, not all of us, but enough. Whenever new people join, you’ll see it too. You should just jump into now. Waiting around like this won’t do you any good.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Harry replied. Still, he didn’t make a move to go towards anyone yet. With so many options to choose from, where should he start? He had only been with Ginny and Hermione before, and he only had limited experience with either of them. Then there was that mysterious woman who had sucked him off a week ago. Maybe he should go to one of the holes and start with that? But shouldn’t he start by trying everything the room had to offered and go from there?
“Here,” Dean said, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder and turning him around. “Come with me.”
Harry let Dean lead him back towards the front of the room. It was a little less densely populated with holes in the walls—likely to not create a giant roadblock near the entrance—but there were still nearly ten options up here. Dean guided Harry past Terry Boot—a Ravenclaw in their year—who was groaning loudly as he gripped a handhold in the wall. Harry glanced down to see that Terry’s crotch was pressed right up against a small hole in the wall, and there were faint wet sounds coming from the other side of it. Dean pushed Harry past and to a set of legs that were sticking out of a waist-high hole in the wall.
“She’s a good one,” Dean assured Harry as he came to a stop. “Tight as anything, and she’s a squealer. If you make her feel good, she’ll let you know.”
Harry’s cheeks reddened at the information Dean shared. “Uh huh,” he murmured, glancing down. A thick black curtain obscured most of the hole, leaving only the flesh that stuck out underneath it. The woman’s creamy-looking legs were fairly slim and led up to a pair of bare feet. They were being held up in the air by two sets of chains that were wrapped around the woman’s ankles, keeping her in place with a bit of freedom of movement. Her pink pussy was glistening with wetness, and she had a trimmed bush of orange-red hair. What was really impressive though was the size of her ass. Although she was laying on a padded bench, Harry could still see just how thick the woman was.
Dean obviously saw where Harry was looking and shot him a grin. “You can ask her to flip over if you want to grab onto her ass when you fuck her. She might say no, depends on the day mostly. But, for now, just go for it, mate. I’m gonna head back and scope out who I’ll fuck later.”
“Right,” Harry said, trying his best to fight past the embarrassment he was feeling. “I’ll see you another time then.”
And then Dean was gone.
Harry turned back towards the pair of legs in front of him. They wriggled around for a moment as the woman scooted her ass to the edge of the padded bench, leaving her pussy in a prime spot to be fucked. And did Harry ever want to fuck her. His cock was hard and he was eager to go, but it still just felt so damn awkward.
As the activities in the room continued, more and more moans filtered in. At first, it was a lot of the men making noise, but then the women started in too. It created this loud cacophony of lust that filled the room.
Glancing around, Harry was surprised to realize that no one was looking at him. Well, not really anyway. There were a few people glancing about, but the majority of their focus was on whoever they were with at the moment. Walking in here, Harry was worried that he’d be the center of attention as he always seemed to be. But no, he was just another person here looking to take part in the room’s special services.
“Please.”
Harry turned back to the pair of legs in front of him. Had the woman just-
“Please, I know you’re there.”
Yep, she was talking to him. Obviously she didn’t know who he was, and he didn’t know who she was, but that didn’t matter.
“I’m so wet,” her needy voice filtered through the hole. Just like when he was here before, the voice was familiar, but Harry couldn’t place it. That being said, there were only a few redheads in the upper years. This definitely wasn’t Ginny’s body. Was it Susan Bones? Or could it be Alice Tolipan or Sally-Anne Perks? Harry wasn’t sure. “I need you to fuck me,” she continued.
Fuck, this was getting to be too much to deal with. The strain in his trousers was uncomfortable enough already, but the woman’s words kept pushing his own need further and further until-
Before he could stop himself, Harry unzipped his trousers, reached inside, and pulled out his cock. It jumped out, stretching straight forward, and landed right on top of the woman’s pussy.
“Yes,” the woman hissed as she wriggled on the bench. “You feel big; stick it in me so I can really see.”
There was nothing Harry wanted to do more than that in this moment. He pulled his hips back so that his cock slid down until the head was pressed right up against her slippery, wet lips. He barely had to push before his thick cock stretched open her walls.
“Finally,” the woman moaned happily as Harry slowly pushed his way inside of her. While her entrance wasn’t especially tight, Dean was still true to his word as the woman’s pussy got tighter and tighter the further inside of her he went.
The woman’s swelteringly-hot pussy sucked him eagerly, reshaping itself to accommodate his thick shaft. Harry just kept pushing further inside of her under his pelvis was pressed right up against hers.
“Fuck,” Harry groaned as he bottomed out fully. He instinctively grabbed one of her thighs tightly as her pussy flexed around his cock.
There was a little chuckle from behind the black curtain. “You must be one of the biggest I’ve had. Maybe the biggest.”
A sense of confidence filled Harry. “Hopefully its enough to sate you,” he flirted back.
The woman laughed a little louder now. “I’ve heard I can have quite the appetite. But this-” Suddenly, the curtain parted slightly as a slim hand passed through. She patted the skin above her pussy, right above where Harry’s cock was. “This might take care of my hunger . . . for today, at least.”
In that moment, Harry wanted to prove it to her that he would keep her satisfied. So, holding onto her thigh for leverage, Harry started to fuck her.
There was no need to go slow or gentle at the start like with Hermione; this woman was wet and needy and let her voice guide Harry’s movements. On the first thrust, she let out a moan that had nearby heads turning in Harry’s direction. But, unlike earlier, he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. In fact, he was happy that they were watching him rail this woman. He kept pounding his cock into her, and she kept up the lewd moans in response.
As Harry’s rough thrusts continued, the woman’s body started to lurch and shake on the bench and the chains around her ankles rattled noisily. Her hand reached down for her clit, and she started applying pressure to it as Harry fucked her.
“Yes, yes!” The woman moaned. “Just like that.”
Resisting the urge to speed up, Harry maintained his pace. Her pussy felt like it was going to melt his cock each time he plunged into her tight depths. All Harry could do was keep his breathing steady and repeat the motions of his hips over and over again.
“Quite the show you’re putting on.”
Harry glanced back over his shoulder to see Neville standing a few feet behind him. He was fully dressed, but his cock was out too, and from the brief look downward, Harry could see that it was wet and gleaming from the saliva that coated it.
“Err, sorry, am I?” Harry said as he suddenly stopped his thrusts, looking around to see if people were watching him. However, everyone seemed to be focused on their own partners instead.
There was an immediate cry of disappointment from behind the curtain as the woman suddenly sped up her ministrations on her clit. “Don’t stop now you ass,” she cried. “Not when I’m so fucking close!”
“Don’t stop on my accord,” Neville agreed. “I just wanted to make sure that you were getting on alright, but it seems like I didn’t have anything to worry about.”
“Ah, yeah, it’s been bloody amazing so far,” Harry replied with a grin.
“I don’t give a fuck! Get back to fucking me with your massive cock!” The woman demanded. “Tell whoever’s bugging you to fuck off and get back to it!”
Neville laughed loudly at the woman’s words. “Better listen to her; you don’t want to make a woman angry, now do you?”
No he did not, especially not one that was as wonderful a fuck as she was. Harry pulled his hips back quickly before ramming his cock deep inside of the woman again.
“Finally, ugh,” she groaned loudly. “Fuck, that felt good.”
A pang of desire tore through Harry at her words. He wanted to make her feel that good with every thrust, and he was going to endeavour to do just that. He returned to roughly fucking her, digging his fingers into her thighs for leverage as his cock pounded away inside of her.
“Fuck,” Harry groaned, closing his eyes. Her tight pussy felt so good around him, but he didn’t want to cum just yet. Still, he couldn’t get the sounds of him fucking her out of his head. Her wet pussy kept making the most wonderful squelching sounds as he fucked her, and the sound of his balls smacking off of her ass set a perfect beat for him to keep up his thrusting to. It was all so terribly erotic, and Harry was struggling to hold on.
Judging by the moans from the woman though, Harry wasn’t sure that she’d last much longer either. Her fingers were working like mad on her clit, and her body seemed to be trembling more, and it wasn’t just from his body smacking off of hers.
“Please, please, please,” the woman’s whiny, needy voice came through the curtains. “Merlin, fuck, I’m so close.”
Harry’s toes curled and he inadvertently threw off his pace as he tripped forward and buried himself completely inside of the woman. As his cock speared as deep inside of her as it could, Harry was overwhelmed by the myriad of sensations that he was feeling. He couldn’t stop himself—not that he necessarily wanted to—from cumming inside of her right then.
“No!” The woman screamed as Harry started to cum. The first spurt shot hard inside of her pussy. “Keep fucking me! I just need a bit more!”
It took all of the willpower Harry had inside of him to reel his hips back again. He slammed back inside of her, firing off another powerful burst of cum and groaned loudly. Then, he did it again, and again, and again, and—
“Yes!” The woman screamed. Her pussy constricted tightly around Harry’s cock before spasms overtook her. Her body shook on the bench as Harry rammed his cock fully back inside of her. She screamed and cried and moaned as pure bliss overcame her.
It felt like Harry was cumming inside of her for minutes, not seconds. As her pussy spasmed around him, it helped to pump his cum inside of her. It just felt so damn good and, interestingly enough, so different to how it felt cumming in Hermione just a few days earlier. Both were wonderful experiences but different in their own ways. It made so much more sense now to Harry as to why Dean and Lisa did things the way they did.
Eventually though, Harry’s orgasm wore off. Once the woman’s pussy relaxed and he could hear her heaving breaths, Harry pulled out of her and quickly stuffed his cock back inside of his trousers.
“That’s a nice one there,” Dean whistled as he walked up beside Harry. They both watched as Harry’s cum started to drip out of the woman’s pussy. It spilled out of her and ran down her ass and onto the bench. “You don’t mind if I give her a go now, yeah?”
“No,” Harry shook his head. Why would he? This whole thing was predicated on everyone being able to fuck whoever they wanted.
“Great,” Dean grinned before moving to fill Harry’s vacated position. Harry stuck around just long enough to hear the woman moan again as Dean pushed his cock inside of her and started to fuck her.
Well, that had been just as wonderful an experience as Harry hoped it was going to be. But one question still lingered on his mind: how was Hermione handling it?
