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Ending up on a Horcrux hunt had never exactly been planned for you. You’d been there at the Weasley wedding, enjoying the party-and when Death Eaters attacked, you ended up apparating away with Harry, Ron, and Hermione; by pure accident but you were grateful to get away from the danger nonetheless.
Unfortunately, now that you were with them, you couldn’t really just…leave. It was too dangerous, too risky. So you stayed, joining their hunt for Horcruxes.
The first found was by you, long before the hunt had even begun, you’d been In Ginny’s room, staying with her while the wedding was approaching; when you found a curious diary, one that was untouched with a curious name on the back.
You asked Ginny about it and she only shrugged. She’d never touched it after finding it with her school books back in her first year and it was just collecting dust in her bookcase, so she let you have it because it was vintage and had good paper.
When Harry told you it was a Horcrux after you pulled it out to write in it, you went white. “Seriously?” you asked, flipping the diary over in your hands. Harry nodded grimly.
“Don’t use it anymore,” Harry told you, and you nodded, putting the diary back in your bag, though your fingers itched to dip a quill in ink and write in the yellowing pages.
Months passed and slowly, you found more Horcruxes. Stealing a locket from Umbridge, finding a ring beneath the floorboards of an old shack, a diadem buried within a large old tree, tangled within the roots, and a cup within a vault. All of them dangerous to get, getting the cup nearly cost your life; you’d been following Harry onto the dragon-a guard caught your foot and you nearly fell.
The cup had been held tight in your right hand, and suddenly a hand gripped your wrist, pulling you up onto the dragon. You looked up, feeling the hand still but seeing no-one attached to it, Ron, Harry, and Hermione all facing away from you, gripping onto the dragons spines tightly.
And now all the horcruxes sat in a bag, all together, untouched currently; Harry, Ron, and Hermione all sat outside the tent, talking about what they should do, how they would even destroy the horcruxes; while you sat inside, guarding the horcruxes, listening to the radio-the bag in your lap.
You glanced down at the bag, trying to ignore the pinprick feeling in the back of your head, the itch in your fingers to hold one of them. The four of you used to trade the locket around, guarding it when it had been the only Horcrux you had. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had always gotten so…irritated, when wearing the locket, getting mad, easily pissed off, and rotten towards each other.
It had taken Ron running off to realize the locket was poisoning them, and so-the locket had gone into a secure bag.
But when you’d worn it, those months ago, it was a different feeling. Hands ghosting across your body, down your legs, and up again, ghosting around your waist and hips-squeezing your breasts.
You’d sat outside the tent, wearing the horcrux, eyes clenched shut as you shifted, breathing heavily as that set of hands kept moving, one felt like it slipped beneath the hem of your trousers, brushing against your clit as the other moved up beneath your shirt.
Hermione stepping out of the tent to take over for you broke you out of the trance; quickly standing, taking off the locket and handing it to her as you walked back into the tent-collapsing in your cot, eyes wide as your face flushed, hugging yourself as the ghostly hands slowly ebbed away, but the tingling still there.
That was months ago, and now, you stared at the locket again, it was on the top of the small pile. You slowly reached in, curling your fingers around the silver chain of the locket, pulling it up towards you, letting it dangle from your hand-the locket turning side to side.
The itching feeling in your fingers was back, egging you to put the locket on. you glanced towards the tent opening, the voices of Harry, Ron and Hermione muffled as they sat outside in the snow.
You took a breath, and slipped the locket over your neck.
For a moment, nothing happened.
“Such a good girl,” A voice whispered in your ear and you jolted forward, looking for the voice-but saw no one. “Wha-“ you breathed out, gasping as a cool hand caressed beneath your jaw, bringing your head back. “I’ve been waiting for you to put the locket back on, those three, their desires, are so boring.” The voice continued, and you found, not of your own volition, your hand reaching for the bag, dumping the horcruxes out onto your cot.
“And yours, taste like honey,” the voice whispered, and you shuddered, the voice was like warm molasses being poured down your spine to your belly.
You wanted to say something, went to reach up and take the locket off but it was like your voice was gone, your limbs heavy. “shh don’t do that darling,” the voice chuckled, you could feel his breath on your ear as those hands ghosted up your sides, fingers dipping beneath your shirt. “not when we’ve barely started.”
“We?” You managed to say, your voice quiet and thick, your eyes fluttered as your arm moved on its own, grasping your wand.
“Repeat after me darling, muffliato,” He whispered, and you repeated the spell quietly, swallowing thickly, knowing now Harry, Ron, and Hermione wouldn’t hear you unless they stepped into the tent, and knowing them-they’d be outside for a good while.
“Good girl,” the voice purred in your ear, squeezing your waist. Your wand slipped from your hand, clattering to the floor. “Once more darling,” he murmured, and then said something you didn’t understand, but you repeated it anyway-a hissing sound.
The locket around your neck popped open, and smoke curled around your body, the ghostly hands became more solid, and the visage of a pale young man, with dark gleaming eyes and dark wavy hair appeared just above you, smirking.
“Good girl,” he whispered, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip.
Oh dear merlin, he was…handsome, like sin incarnate; a pie with a decadent filling, butterbeer with too much cream.
You swallowed, staring at him with wide eyes, your pupils blown. He smirked, leaning down over you from behind-your head was in his lap now. “Be still,” he whispered, one hand slowly pulling up your shirt to expose your torso-your chest heaving. His hand reached to your left, where the Horcruxes were. The locket still sat on your chest, warm and open. He grabbed the ring and put it on your collar bone-it was cold but stung hot.
The cup went on your sternum, the diary on your lower belly, and the diadem rested high up on your neck-the metal cold, but biting. He leaned down, tilting your head up just slightly, and pressed his cold lips to yours.
You didn’t resist.
His other hand traveled down your body, slipping under the hem of your trousers, and your hips jolted at the feeling of his fingers smoothing over the fabric of your panties, his middle finger; thin and long, slowly rolling over your clit.
“Untouched,” he whispered against your lips, peppering kisses to the corners, to your cheeks, and then up to your forehead. “Such a pretty little thing, and yet no one has had the pleasure of holding you like this, such an honor for us,” he whispered, and you furrowed your brow, writhing a bit from his touch; wondering what he meant by ‘us’.
The horcruxes placed down your body went biting cold, and you gasped as several new hands joined their places on your body. Out of the darkness of the sudden smoke that emanated from all the Horcruxes, you could see several other versions of the one leaning behind you. all varying in age. One looked just younger than you, kneeling between your legs, one hand holding open your thigh as the other was splayed out on your belly, finger tips on the diary; with those same dark gleaming eyes.
Another, older, held your hand, moving it up to his lips, trailing down towards your wrist, the ring seated on his finger. Cold fingers ghosted around your neck, feeling the diadem as it sat there, a smirk on his lips as he leaned down, nipping at your neck, licking a long stripe up towards your ear. You let out a choked noise, body writhing again; hearing them all chuckle.
“Such a pretty little thing,” The same voice came from your left, lifting your hand to grab the cup from your sternum, and then bringing your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles, thumb rubbing your inner wrist. “Untouched, you said?” he murmured, looking at the one between your legs that was unbuttoning your jeans, slowly rolling them down.
He smirked and nodded. “Told me herself,” he murmured, eyes locking onto yours, grinning wickedly.
Fuck. Right. Back before you knew the Horcrux was a Horcrux, you’d written in the diary; fears, secrets, and desires. Including the fact that you were a virgin.
“Perfect,” the one behind you said, curling the locket chain around his fingers, leaning down to press his lips just below your breasts, licking and sucking at your skin as he went back upwards, a flick of his fingers made your bra unclip, and with a flash of his eyes-it was gone.
“I-“ your voice cracked as you tried to say something, anything, but you were silenced, lips on yours, tongue pushing against your mouth-you let out a strangled sound, opening up and feeling his tongue smooth against yours.
“Such a good girl, already letting us do whatever we want,” was said against your cheek, his breath warm on your skin. He kissed your cheek and sat up, your jaw still being held as whichever one it was continued to kiss you deeply, taking your breath with every swirl of his tongue.
He pulled away as you reached up-pushing at his shoulder, gasping for breath as he chuckled, licking his lips as he stared down at you with dark eyes. “Oh you’ll be so fun to play with,” he murmured, kissing you again after you caught your breath. Your body writhed and rolled as the one between your legs pulled off your pants, attaching his mouth to your clothed core. Your legs snapped shut, but all five only chuckled, two holding your legs open as the one between them licked and softly sucked at your clit through your panties.
You let out a choked sound, your head curling back against the mattress as several h ands began to grab and fondle your body, your breasts, stomach, thighs, arms, hands; all of you. “so beautiful, don’t think I would’ve lasted another minute waiting for this,” one kissing your knee murmurs, watching the one between your legs lick and suck at your clit, soaking the fabric of your panties with his saliva.
You let out a noise, whining and soft, needy; you hear them all laugh and your lifted up slightly-your shirt pulled off completely with your bra, tossed at the end of your cot. You hear the clink of the cup on the end table, one grabs the pitcher of water and pours it into the golden cup, and then tips the cup to your lips-wine pouring into your mouth, rich and flavorful.
“If anyone else drank from the cup, it would be poison, but for you, my dear,” he murmured against your cheek, pouring more wine into your mouth. You choked on it for a moment. “It is the richest wine.” He poured the rest of the wine down your chest, it pooled at your belly and in your navel.
He set the cup aside, leaning down to lick the wine from your skin, dipping his tongue into your navel to drink the rich wine from it, groaning lowly as he sat back up, licking his lips. The others watched with rapt attention, their eyes dark and gleaming, shifting their hips as their trousers strained below their bellies.
“Such a pretty thing,” The one wearing the ring muttered, kissing your ring and middle fingers, sucking them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your fingers, and smirking as you stared at him while he was doing it-your lips parted in a mix of awe, arousal, and confusion; still wondering if you were having a twisted dream.
You stopped mid thought, arching as hands fondled your breasts, massaging and pulling-two pairs of lips finding your nipples and sucking softly, nipping at the sensitive buds with their teeth. “Ah,” you croaked, letting out another whining sound as one of them stuck their fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your teeth.
“Shhh pet, let us have our fun, and you won’t regret a thing,” he murmured, kissing your cheek down to your neck, teeth scraping against your throat-soon leaving a sizable hickey.
All five of them were touching you in some way, one sucking your clit through your panties-holding your thighs open, two on your breasts, holding your sides, fingers digging into your skin, another lavishing your hand with attention; sucking your fingers into his mouth with a dark grin, and the last kissing and scraping his teeth on your neck.
It was maddening-you didn’t know what was up and down anymore, nor where you were. Your vision blurred, a moan pitching out your throat as the one between your legs abruptly peeled down your panties and stuck his hot and wet tongue to your clit directly, you were swollen and twitchy already, a satisfied groan emanating from all five of them at the sight.
“Look at her, all wet and needy for us,” one close by to your ear murmured, his hand leaving your breast to trail down your belly; moving around the others head to cup your cunt; fingers dipping into your hole. You made a high-pitched noise and twitched, hips jolting to get away from the feeling, but they all held you down, the tongue on your clit pulling away to watch with dark glazed over eyes, smirking a little as one’s fingers dipped into you softly, deeper with every small stroke.
“That’s it, let me in, let me see all of you, consume you.” he whispered against your ear, and you twisted against them, hands intertwining with another, his lips against your wrist. “She’s so tight,” He muttered to the others, who all cooed, chuckling and crowding closer, another's hands-wet and warm with saliva now, rubbing against your clit-you jolted again.
“She’ll loosen up, just needs some encouragement.” One to your right, down by your hip-lips pressed against your belly-murmured, hands rubbing your thigh and side, arm looped under you. Your other hand reached for something-anything to hold, and one of them found it, holding tightly as you whined, panting heavily as those fingers sank into you again and again, deeper each time-slowly stretching you out.
“Fuck,” you gasped because this felt different than your own fingers-hell you’d never been able to really…feel anything with your own fingers, but oh my merlin did this feel…molten hot, honey pouring down your throat down to your belly, building up and up until. “Wait-“ you whined, body curling and you were kissed again, those fingers working inside you as another pair rubbed your clit in that same pattern until you crashed into the wave and trembled, panting wetly as it settled in your bones and left you cold.
“Good girl,” you heard against your ear, and then you were maneuvered, a pillow put under your hips-hands gripping them tightly as your thighs spread to accommodate the body shoving between them. “Breathe easy,” he ordered, leaning over you, one hand moving just under your neck, thumb caressing the spot just below your ear.
You swallowed hard and gasped-body tensing as you felt the tip of a cock, you had no clue which one of the five it was, push against your core. You clenched your jaw and writhed but then you were kissed, fondled, caressed-body relaxing and then-
He was in.
He groaned lowly, mouth dropping open as he slid inside inch by inch until his hips were pressed rightly against yours.
“Oh she’s heavenly,” he groaned, staying there, for a very long moment-feeling the heat and softness of you. the others stared, heat and hunger clear in their gazes.
He stayed still for far too long, and you whined, the one inside you cooed, adjusting his grip on your hips and pulled out just to the tip-and pushed back in, grinning ferally as you curled upwards and choked. “That’s it, take it nice,” he thrust again. “and deep. Good girl.”
With every other thrust, he slowly sped up, skin beginning to smack against yours as his cock sank into you again and again-making you choke, whine, and whimper, panting wetly as you were kissed and fondled by the others around you.
You felt the head of a cock against your lips, and your mouth fell open obediently, breathing harshly through your nose as he thrust into your mouth-fingers tangling into your hair. A hand guided yours to another cock, encouraging you to stroke it as another straddled your waist, pushing your breasts together, sinking his cock between them with a low groan.
“Oh, she’s perfect all over,” The one fucking your breasts moaned, spitting downward to make it wet. They all groaned in agreement, though one was left out-pumping his cock as he watched the four of them fuck you in one way or another. In your mouth, your hand, your breasts, and your cunt-the sound of skin against skin growing louder-the silencing charm keeping the three outside none the wiser.
It was overwhelming-the feeling of it all, a cock in your mouth-the brush of pubes against your nose every other second, a cock in your hand-heavy and hard, fucking into your fist, a cock between your breasts, precum and spit making it a stringy mess, and a cock inside you, thick and hitting every spot you didn’t know existed.
Your eyes rolled back under your closed lids, moaning around the cock in your mouth as you came, jolting and shuddering. The one inside you groaned deep-head thrown back as he thrust deeply twice more, and came inside you, hot and heavy.
“Merlin, she takes it all so well,” he groaned, sliding back, lifting your thigh to allow the one left out to slide in-easing his cock inside and sinking in deep, groaning beneath his breath. “Fuck, better than I thought-listen to her,” he groaned, snapping his hips against yours, the wet sound of the others cum against his cock lewd and loud. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, leaning over you, thrusting faster than the one before, cursing under his breath as the others pulled away, watching with grins.
The one in your mouth pulled you closer, the tip down your throat as he came. “Swallow it,” he groaned and you did your best, gasping for breath when he pulled out-tapping your cheek to make you show your work, and when he found none, he kissed you. “Such a good girl for us,” he muttered, kissing your cheek and forehead, staying crouched beside your head, cheek pressed to your forehead; watching as you were fucked, the others pumping their cocks to keep them on the edge until it was their turn.
The one inside you groaned, hoisting your leg over his shoulder-driving himself deeper inside you; you writhed, arching back and crying out, feeling him cum inside you, just as hot and heavy as the one before.
After he pulled you-you were manhandled, pulled up and onto a lap-sinking down onto his cock and fucked up into, gasping at the new angle as your head fell into his shoulder, gasping and moaning with every jolting thrust.
He came inside you too-and you were yanked back, rolling backwards till you were on your stomach-ass up-face buried in the sheets of the cot as a cock sank into you again, shoving you down completely before thrusting roughly into you, not giving you a moment to breathe or even cry out as he fucked you hard and fast.
“Merlin even after three cocks, she’s still so good, shit shit shit-c’mon darling, come for me, milk my cock-make sure it takes.” He groaned in your ear, grabbing your throat with his arm and pulling you back against him-thrusting hard into you, his other hand against your clit as you cried out, tears rolling down your flushed cheeks.
He made you cum first before following suit, thrusting deep inside you, making sure it all went inside as he shuddered, holding your waist tightly. You let out a soft noise, exhausted, eyes and head drooping. “I think we did her in,” one said with a raspy chuckle, kissing you deeply, tongue tangling with yours as another fondled your breast again.
“Let her rest,” one, the oldest he sounded like, ordered, pulling you into his arms until the cock inside you slipped out and cum began to drip out of you. “Now now, can’t have any of that go to waste, need to make sure it takes.” another purred, smoothing his thumb over your cunt, and with a whisper-something kept it all from spilling out. He kissed your thigh, and another slid your panties back up.
You were fading in and out through all of this, feeling them slip you into your cot-blanket tucked over your bare shoulders, and with the rustle of the tent flap-they disappeared.
The locket still around your neck, burning warm between your breasts.
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