Stay for a Spell
"Lovely... perfect. This time it shouldn't fail me. We'll just see how this works this time." Slughorn mumbles to himself under his breath as he exits the back room of his gathering parlor where he normally holds his gatherings for what he calls the Slug Club - a group of exceptionally talented students.
Closing and locking the back room, he carefully holds onto a rather bulky box. Inside, ten small bottles rattle and klink together.
"Oh, bloody rats, what time is it?" Slughorn looks unto his rather immaculate grandfather clock, seeing that there are only fifteen minutes until the guests begin arriving.
Everyone is seated in their reserved spaces as Slughorn prepares a new wine that he wishes to serve.
"So!" Slughorn pipes with his back to the group as he pours wine into fine crystal glasses. Carefully and quietly, Slughorn uncorks all ten of the tiny vials containing his newest brew - a potion of binding.
The ingredients for this potion were rare, and even to wiser students like Hermione Granger, unheard of. Gypsy Tears and Pixie Dust were normally only heard of in kids' fairy tales - so nobody ever seeks after them.
Only Slughorn would know where to find these, being as hungry for power as he is. He's captured his ingredients, brewed them, and even added a dash of unicorn's blood to ensure a long, long lasting effect.
Having added the potions to the wine, Slughorn is left with two vials left over.
Serving the wine on a silver platter, he paints on his happy, innocent, fun-loving face and takes his seat at the table.
"Good of you all to join me today!" Slughorn announces, "You all may notice that Miss Granger has joined us, that is because her grades in Hogwarts and her intelligence suggest she is rather gifted. And so, I'd like to welcome her officially into the Slug Club!"
Around the table, Harry, Hermione, Draco, Luna, Susan Bones, Romilda Vane, and the Patil twins all raise their crystal glasses.
In a small nod of a toast, everyone simultaneously takes a sip, leaving Slughorn to smile as he watches all of his precious guests transform into his personal gophers.
Slughorn's need to dominate and come out on top has pushed him over the years. With the disguise of the Slug Club being for gifted and honorable students, he's never once been caught in his wrongdoings.
The actual purpose of the club was more for Slughorn to be paid his dues. Students would come to him for under-wraps favors, and in return, his sexual frustrations would be more than satisfied.
Sadly, it never lasted long. Most of his little disciples would end up not needing his help anymore, and therefor cut him off, leaving him almost insatiable.
Not this time. This potion was indeed the cure-all for this little dilemma.
A strange idea came to Slughorn's mind, looking out over his club members, watching as they all fade from energetic and awake to almost drone-like, all looking to him as if awaiting some kind of command.
Even Harry and Draco weren't bickering and exchanging dirty looks. Hermione, however, looked as she normally did - awaiting orders from the professor.
The idea Slughorn ponders on is strange, daring, and albeit a bit stupid, but to have someone that powerful do his every bidding... why, he could become the most powerful wizard in the world.
I do have two potions left... I do believe another two in the back room... perhaps this could work. "Harry, my boy! Might I have a word with you in private, please?"
"Of course, Professor," Harry says, compliant.
Taking Harry away from the group, he smiles as he gives Harry a taste of his idea.
"What would you say if all this... he-who-mustn't-be-named jargan was over and done with, hm?"
"Sir, if I'm allowed to say..."
"Of course!"
Harry smiles, "It would be brilliant, Sir."
"Yes!" Slughorn whispers, "And Draco, as I understand, his father works with Voldemort, does he not?"
"Yes, Sir." Harry nods.
"All I need you to do, is give this to Draco, tell him Slughorn commands that he have it fed somehow to Voldemort. Don't ask why... just have it done."
"Yes, Sir," Harry says, taking the two vials from Slughorn's hand.
"Very good. If this is successfully done, Potter, you will be rewarded graciously."
Returning to his spot, Harry smiles at Draco. Draco, in a trance, smiles back.
"Come here, please, Draco," Harry says, looking to Slughorn, "You and I need to work on something for Professor Slughorn, would you mind?"
"Not at all," Draco says, all-too-monotonously, standing up and walking over to Harry.
Harry slips Draco the two vials, whispering, "Slughorn would like you to somehow get Voldemort to consume these."
"Okay," Draco says, feeling a deep resentment for Harry, but strangely unable to express it.
After the meeting and the club dispersed, Draco decided he should carry out his task for Slughorn.
Draco sees the Mafloy's house elf carrying a tray with a wine glass.
"Who is that for?" Draco asks.
"It is for the Dark Lord, Master Draco," the house elf replies, "Voldemort, of course."
"Voldemort has asked me to add this to his wine," Draco lies, opening the two vials, pouring them into the glasses, "There. Now do take it to him."
"Yes, Master Draco," the elf replies, disappearing into the dining hall, where Voldemort and his followers are seated, talking and plotting.
"If we can keep the horcruxes out of Potter's reach, we should be... oh?" Voldemort stops himself, looking down to the house elf.
"Your wine, Master," the house elf says humbly.
"Indeed, thank you, elf." Voldemort says, gently taking the glass in his neatly clawed hands, bringing it to his lips, unsuspecting.
Nothing appears to change in him.
Draco peeks into the dining room and notices that nothing changes at all. Immediately, he sets off on his broom to report back to Slughorn.
"What?! What do you mean the potions did not work?" Slughorn says frustrated.
"We did as you commanded, Sir." Harry says, his voice low and obedient.
"Indeed. I saw everything. He drank, and nothing happened, Sir."
Slughorn sighs and yet another crazy idea pops into his mind. I can call him here, I suppose. The potion is binding... it should work on anyone!
Turning his back to Harry and Draco, Slughorn closes his eyes.
"Come to me, Voldemort... I'm calling to you! Come to me!" Slughorn's voice grows louder, "Voldemort! Come to me! Now!"
The room grows dark and suddenly very cold. The members of the Slug Club all team up behind Slughorn, watching as a puff of dark, stormy clouds form before them.
Voldemort appears, looking very unamused.
"Horace... I should have known it would have been you who dragged me into this... poorly decorated room."
"Did you enjoy the wine at Malfoy Manner?"
"I did... however your potions... as mediocre as they were, dull the flavor," Voldemort says, drawing his wand from beneath his robe.
Likewise, every person in the room slowly drags out their wands.
"Oh?" Voldemort smiles a bit, "Slughorn, I see you've got... Mister Potter in your lovely gathering. Is this... is this where you attempt to take me down, Potter?"
"You're here for me, Voldemort," Slughorn smiles, "So come... winner takes all, then."
"A duel," Voldemort sighs, "Oh, if we must, I suppose..." Voldemort says, swishing his wand powerfully without a word, allowing an explosion of neon-colored electricity to zap out of his wand.
Slughorn watches as the attack nears him, smiling and whispering to himself, "Right on time..."
The attack hits Slughorn immediately, knocking him and his student posse to the floor.
Immediately, the attack reflects, zapping Voldemort in the chest, leaving him weak and astounded, "Slughorn..." Voldemort gasps, "Very clever, I must say."
Voldemort is left a bit out of breath, "I suppose... I suppose this is your attempt at binding me... to use my power for your own? Not this time, I'm afraid."
Slughorn stood up slowly, unscathed, "Perhaps not this time, but... as you can see," he laughs softly, "your attacks can't harm me. I simply wanted to test this. You may not be fully bound to me, but... you cannot harm me."
"Will we defeat him now, Sir?" Hermione asks, aiming her wand at the weak, gasping wizard.
"No, not just yet, my dear," Slughorn said, lowering Hermione's wand, "I do have a favor to ask of you later, however. Voldemort, you may go."
"Go? Why... I... I... agh!" Voldemort begins to fade away, unwillingly, through his storm-cloud-like magic.
I've done it... I've become immune to Voldemort's magic... splendid! Now... to reward my two little helpers...
"Hermione, Dear," Slughorn smiles.
"Yes, Professor?" Hermione answers obediently, stepping forward.
"Do see that Draco and Harry are comfortable in the back sitting lounge, will you? And... do collect Luna and Padma Patil for me. Then you shall join us in the back as well."
"Yes, Professor."
Hermione does just as she is asked, gathering the small group into the back room.
Hermione slowly enters the lavish back sitting room, where Draco is seen on his knees and Harry is mounting him. Both the boys are naked.
Harry looks up at Hermione, lethargic under the spell of the binding potion. Draco's face is quite similar as Hermione enters the room with Luna and Padma.
"Ah, Hermione," Slughorn says, undoing his pants as he sits on his lavish, antique sofa. "Good of you to come so swiftly. The activities today include rewarding our own Draco and Harry for carrying out a task for me."
"What shall we do, Professor Slughorn?" Luna asked, sounding as dazed as ever.
"I'm glad you asked, my dear," Slugorn says, letting his pants fall around his ankles as he sits back down, his erection standing tall from his lap.
"Would you like us to please you, Sir?" Hermione asks, a bit eagerly.
"Oh, goodness! Well, first, I would like you to wait patiently for our two honorable guests to finish exchanging their gifts of teamwork to one another," Slughorn says, rather matter-of-factly, "Meanwhile, why don't you lovely ladies have a seat next to me. Padma, Dear..."
"Yes, Professor?" Padma asks.
"Do come here, my Dear."
Padma obeys, taking her seat next to the pantless professor. She feels her stomach flutter as she watches Slughorn's cock twitch with arousal.
"Very good... now why not grab ahold there and stroke for me, hm?" Slughorn says, his heart beating a bit faster.
Padma obeys, looking over to Harry and Draco on the floor.
Harry moans softly as he thrusts quickly in and out of Draco's ass, gently running his hands down Draco's sides.
Draco closes his eyes, soaking in the feeling of Harry's cock slowly pushing deeper into his ass. Harry's grip tightens around Draco's hips just as Padma's tightens around Slughorn's cock.
Padma strokes Slughorn's cock with eagerness, smiling at him and biting her lip.
"Come now, Ladies... don't feel left out," Slughorn smiles, looking at Hermione and Luna as they scan over the two boys on the floor.
"I'm going to cum..." Harry moans quietly, thrusting a little faster, making Malfoy moan as his cock drips his cum onto the floor.
"Don't cum just yet, Potter!" Slughorn calls from the sofa, leaning back and thrusting up slowly into Padma's grasp.
"Yes, Professor," Harry says, pulling his cock slowly out of Malfoy's ass.
"Come! Come have a seat near me, and these two lovely ladies will help you satisfy those needs."
Malfoy and Harry both stand, sitting naked on the sofa.
"Miss Lovegood!" Slughorn says, "Why not give Harry here a relaxing massage?"
"Oh, of course Professor. Shall I use my hand?"
"Oh, poppycock, dear. On your knees, there you go! You as well, Hermione - go on and give Malfoy his reward."
Hermione and Luna both lower onto their knees. Luna smiles to Hermione and immediately does as Slughorn asks of her.
Taking Harry's cock in her mouth, she gladly begins bobbing her head, sucking firmly and taking Harry deeply into her throat, tasting his precum.
Hermione follows suit, licking slowly up Malfoy's cock, catching a dripping bead of precum.
Padma smiles as she continues stroking Slughorn's cock, biting her lip a little more.
Slughorn notices Padma's expression looking more eager, and definitely more aroused.
"My dear, how's about you have a rest... come, why not get rid of that silly skirt, hm?"
Padma obeys, standing up and slipping off her skirt and dropping her panties. Straddling Slughorn's lap, she eases herself onto his fat, thick cock.
Entering her slowly, Slughorn moans and lays his head back a bit, feeling Padma's hot, damp pussy swallowing his aching cock.
"Oh, that's a good girl," Slughorn says, running his hands slowly down to Padma's hips, helping her rise and lower, making her ride him.
Luna smiles as she takes Harry into her throat, licking and slurping up his precum, she grows more eager. Harry moans as Luna bobs faster, sucking harder and faster.
Hermione joins her, taking Malfoy faster, watching him close his eyes and breathe faster.
Luna reaches over to Hermione, reaching up her skirt and gently rubbing the front of her panties.
Not stopping, Hermione looks over to Luna, smirking and spreading her legs a little.
"Oh goodness," Slughorn moans, noticing the two girls trying to play, "Don't you think it'd be much easier without those panties on? Go ahead and remove them, dears." Slughorn returns his gaze to Padma, sliding a hand up her shirt and cupping her breasts firmly, "Mmm... that's a good girl, yes..."
Luna and Hermione wriggle and slip out of their panties, then return to sucking the cocks before them. Harry and Malfoy watch as the girls start fingering each other while sucking the boy's cocks.
"I'm going to cum very soon..." Harry moans, "Luna... f-faster..."
Luna looks to Slughorn, who nods, allowing her to suck faster. She also rubs Hermione's clit faster along with her quickening bobbing.
Malfoy moans softly, thrusting his hips slowly, shoving himself deeper into Hermione's throat, gripping the arm of the sofa, and spraying his seed deeply into Hermione's throat.
Hermione swallows, some of the cum dripping down her chin. She gently strokes at Luna's clit, making her squirm in pleasure, moaning around Harry's cock.
Soon, Hermione's finger is dampened with soft, warm fluids - Luna cums over her finger, her juices running slowly down to Hermione's wrist.
Slughorn picks up his pace, listening to Padma's glorious moans, bucking his hips harder until he can't hold back anymore.
"Here it... agh!" Slughorn moans, spraying his seed deeply inside Padma's womb, pressing hard against her cervix. His cum slowly leaks out of her and onto their laps.
Harry bucks his hips faster as he grips Luna's blonde, wavy hair, finally cumming deeply inside her.
Luna swallows the cum, sitting up straight and smiling, "Did I do well, Harry?"
"V-very good, Luna." Harry says, smiling, panting.
Years have passed and the Slug Club has become but a distant memory of Hogwarts, but to his frequent visitors, it's a fond one.
Slughorn sits in his antique arm chair with Hermione bobbing between his knees.
Harry pets the back of Gabreille DeLacour's heads as she, too, bobs her head over Harry's thick, aching cock.
Malfoy is not left out - Luna takes pride in taking Malfoy into her throat, listening to his moans and enjoying the feel of Draco's hot, thick cock in her throat.
"Gentlemen, have you noticed how in the past decade or so... we don't appear to have truly aged," Slughorn says, stifling a moan.
"I've noticed, Sir," Harry speaks up, "I believe it's due to your manipulation over Voldemort."
"Perhaps. Maybe we've restored some kind of... time manipulation to the wizarding world," Slughorn giggles, lifting Hermione's head slowly off his cock, "Enough for now, dear."
"Yes, Sir," Hermione nods, turning, seeing the doors fly open.
Slughorn sees Romilda leading in three young girls, each of them about ten years old.
"There are my lovely daughters!" Slughorn says, standing up, his cock standing firm and strong.
Romilda says nothing, only smiles, closing the doors to the room they are in.
Draco smiles, "It's funny, Sir... they're off to Hogwarts for the first time! Time does certainly fly, nonetheless."
"Notice they're all girls - why do you suppose, Sir?" Harry asks, petting Gabrielle's head, forcing her a bit further onto his cock.
"I much prefer it this way, really," Slughorn says. "Now, children! All of you must line up by the wall there and raise your skirts."
Hermione, completely nude, gets off the ground and takes a seat in Slughorn's chair, crossing her legs over.
"Ah, I'd almost forgotten," She says. The boys look to her, scanning her naked body as she speaks, "The girls have turned ten - they're being, broken in, as it were."
"Broken in?" Draco asks.
"Yes... to train them to accept family orgies," Hermione says, waving to her own blood daughter like a proud mother at a play.
"He is their father, isn't he?" Harry asks.
"Yes, but he'd much prefer fathering his own grandchildren. That potion he gave us years ago, it seems to deflect all negative effects. Safer to protect us all, I think."
The boys watch as Slughorn begins inserting his cock into the first of the three girls, smiling in approval.
Draco and Harry close their eyes as Gabrielle and Luna continue sucking them off. The sounds of the children being broken in only add to the arousing atmosphere.