The party in Ravenclaw went hard.
Professor Flitwick had come into the common room to congratulate the team on their victory.
"Please keep the celebrations a little quieter, shall we? We don't have to wake up the entire castle."
People thought Flitwick was serious until they noticed the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
It seemed to tell everyone to do the exact opposite of what he had just said.
He winked at Gilderoy before exiting the common room.
The party resumed immediately, louder than before after hearing Flitwick's approval, and Gilderoy was fairly certain Gryffindor Tower could probably still hear them. They likely wouldn't mind too much considering Ravenclaw had just beaten Slytherin in Quidditch.
Pandora had discarded her Quidditch vest but remained in uniform, much like Gilderoy. She suddenly pressed a glass bottle into his hands. A red liquid sloshed inside, faint wisps of smoke rising from its surface.
Gilderoy took a large swig.
"COUGH! COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!"
Fire seemed to travel down his throat before spreading warmth throughout his body.
"WHAT the hell is—"
The question died halfway through as a powerful burp suddenly erupted from him. Instinctively tilting his head upward, Gilderoy let it out.
A large ball of fire shot from his mouth.
Seeing fire burst into the air, the Ravenclaws erupted into cheers, and moments later more jets of flame joined it from students who had clearly been drinking the same thing.
"HOLY SHIT, Pandora. What was that?"
Pandora smirked.
"Firewhisky. Why? What did you think it was? Butterbeer?"
"We're all adults now, Gilderoy, so enjoy yourself."
She slung an arm around his shoulders and winked before walking away disappearing among the crowd of students.
Gilderoy suddenly remembered that he had a girlfriend.
Amelia had arrived in the common room along with him as well, along with plenty of students from other houses who had joined the celebration.
Before long, he spotted Amelia chatting with Emma Halloway.
Emma noticed him approaching and waved.
Gilderoy waved back before meeting the high five she offered.
"Fantastic catch, Gilderoy!! It's good that you thrashed Slytherin and kept your promise."
Gilderoy hadn't forgotten.
He remembered Emma, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain and one of the first members of United, whom he and Amelia had once found in tears after she had been rejected from Auror training for being Muggle-born while Amelia had been accepted.
Fortunately, it seemed the two of them had grown closer since then, and Emma no longer held any resentment toward Amelia for receiving the position.
"Emma, I think I need to borrow Amelia for a private time, if you know what I mean."
He gave Emma a playful wink.
Emma grinned.
A sharp stinging hex immediately flew from Amelia's wand and struck him squarely in the shoulder.
"Ow!" Gilderoy winced and rubbed his shoulder, but accepted it without complaint in an effort to pacify his girlfriend.
Amelia's face regained her composure a moment later, but by then Gilderoy was already leading her away from the crowd and toward the Room of Requirement.
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The Room of Requirement had provided exactly what they needed: a sanctuary of plush comfort. A massive, canopy bed with silk sheets dominated the center, flanked by a velvet sofa and a heavy oak desk, though neither of those would be used for study today. The air was thick with anticipation as Gil pulled Amy close, his hands sliding down her back to pull her hips flush against his.
They crashed together in a desperate, hungry kiss. Their tongues clashed and swirled, tasting of peppermint and raw desire. Gil's hands moved upward, gripping the fabric of her wizarding robes. With a synchronized movement, they both reached for the collars of their garments.
Gil pulled his robes over his head in one fluid motion, tossing them carelessly toward the sofa. Amy followed suit, her robes sliding over her head and falling to the floor, leaving her standing before him in nothing but a thin translucent chemise that struggled to contain her assets.
Gil groaned, his eyes locking onto her chest. "God, Amy... I can never get enough of these," he whispered, his voice husky.
He didn't wait, reaching out to cup her large breasts, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh. He groaned at the weight of them in his palms, his thumbs circling her hardening nipples through the fabric.
Amy arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Do it, Gil... please, I want you to."
He didn't need to be told twice. He pulled the chemise up and over her head, exposing her magnificent breasts to the dim light of the room. He gasped, the sight of her full, pale curves nearly breaking his resolve. He leaned down, capturing one large nipple in his mouth and sucking hard.
"Mmmph! Oh, Gil!" Amy cried out, her fingers digging into his hair, pulling him closer.
Gil moved with a feverish intensity, licking the underside of her breast, swirling his tongue around the areola before returning to suckle the peak. He switched sides, burying his face in the deep cleavage, inhaling her scent while his hands kneaded her breasts, molding the soft flesh. "You're so perfect, Amy. The best breasts in the world," he praised, his voice muffled against her skin.
"You're... you're making me wet," she whimpered, her legs shaking.
Gil guided her toward the bed, gently pushing her down onto her back. He crawled between her thighs, his eyes fixed on the glistening folds of her pussy. He didn't hesitate, diving down to bury his face in her heat. The moment his tongue flicked against her clit, Amy let out a sharp, loud scream of pleasure.
"Yes! Right there! Oh god, Gil, yes!"
He worked her with superhuman precision, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of a cock, licking deep inside her and then circling the sensitive nub of her clit. He used his fingers to spread her wide, ensuring every inch of her was drenched in his saliva. Amy's hips began to buck wildly, her heels digging into the mattress.
"I'm close... I'm so close! Gil, please!" she wailed.
He increased the pace, his tongue vibrating against her clit in a rapid-fire blur. Amy's body stiffened, her toes curling as a massive orgasm ripped through her. "OH! OH GOD! YES!" she screamed, her pussy pulsing violently against his mouth as she shuddered in a prolonged, toe-curling climax.
As she drifted down from the peak, panting heavily, Amy reached up and pulled him upward. "My turn," she whispered playfully. She made him sit back on the edge of the bed, and she knelt before him.
She reached for his trousers, stripping him bare to reveal his thick, throbbing cock. Amy didn't go straight for the shaft; instead, she leaned forward, pressing her large breasts against his thighs, using them to frame his cock. She began sliding his length between her heavy breasts, rubbing the sensitive head against her soft skin.
Gil let out a low, manly grunt, his head hitting the headboard. "Fuck, Amy... that feels incredible."
While he was distracted by the sensation of her breasts, she leaned down and took him into her mouth. The combination was lethal; the warmth of her mouth and the friction of her breasts grinding against his sides pushed him toward the edge. She sucked him deep, her throat tightening around him, while her hands continued to massage his balls.
Gil's breath became ragged. "I'm... I'm going to... Amy!" With a final, powerful thrust of his hips into her mouth, Gil let out a guttural roar, his body shaking as he erupted. He came in thick, hot bursts, filling her mouth. Amy didn't pull away, swallowing every drop of his seed with a satisfied hum.
However, thanks to his superhuman stamina, the refractory period was non-existent. Within minutes, he was hard again, his desire reignited by the sight of her.
He pulled her close, but instead of penetrating her, he kept his clothes-less body pressed against hers. He maneuvered her so she was facing away from him, her back to his chest. He pressed his cock firmly between the plush cheeks of her ass, grinding the head of his member against the entrance of her pussy and the crease of her backside.
He reached around, his large hands finding her breasts again, squeezing them with possessive force. He began to slap her ass, the sharp smack echoing in the room, causing Amy to gasp and arch her back.
"You like that, don't you?" Gil whispered in her ear, his voice a dark rumble.
"Yes! Harder, Gil! Please!"
He continued the rhythmic grinding, the friction between their pelvic bones creating an intense heat. He slapped her ass again and again, the stimulation sending Amy over the edge for a second time. She let out a series of high-pitched moans, her body trembling as she came hard against the pressure of his cock.
They shifted, sliding into a side-spooning position. Gil held her tightly, his chest pressed against her back. He began to grind slowly, a more intimate, sensual pace. His hand traveled upward, once again finding those breasts he was obsessed with. He kneaded them, his fingers pinching her nipples.
"I can't stop thinking about these," he murmured, kissing the nape of her neck. "They're so soft, so heavy... I'm obsessed with you, Amy."
While he ground his cock against her thigh and pussy, he slid two fingers deep inside her, his thumb working her clit in perfect synchronization. The dual stimulation was overwhelming. Amy leaned her head back against his shoulder, her eyes rolling back.
"Oh, Gil... you're the best... the best in the world..." she whimpered.
The combination of the grinding and the fingering brought her to a third, crashing orgasm. She sobbed into the pillows, her internal muscles clamping tight around his fingers as she shook with pleasure.
Finally, Gil rolled her onto her back for one last bout of intimacy. He hovered over her, their eyes locked in a gaze of pure affection. Amy wrapped her legs lovingly around his waist, locking him in. Gil didn't enter her; instead, he pressed his cock firmly against her clit, grinding in a circular motion that made them both hiss with pleasure.
As he ground against her, his mouth found her breasts again, licking and biting her nipples, while his fingers worked her pussy into a frenzy.
"You're incredible, Amy," he whispered between kisses.
"Gil... please, make me come again!"
He accelerated the friction, his cock sliding over her wetness, his fingers driving deep. Amy screamed, her body arching off the bed as she hit a fourth, explosive orgasm, her entire frame vibrating under his weight.
As she came down, Gil felt the familiar pressure building again. His stamina had held him long, but he was finally at his limit. "Amy... I'm close... I'm really close this time."
Amy smiled, sliding down his body. She took him back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before she sucked him deep one last time. Gil let out a long, masculine grunt, his muscles locking as he came violently into her throat. Amy swallowed every bit of him, cleaning him off with a lingering lick.
Exhausted and sated, they collapsed into each other's arms, pulling the silk sheets over their tangled bodies. They cuddled close, Gil's arm draped over her, his hand still resting possessively on one of her large breasts.
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