Chapter 27: Chapter 26 – A Very Sexually-Charged Ball

When I descended the boys' dorm staircase, it was to gasps and a murmur of 'woah's breezing through the crowd gathered at the bottom. I beamed my signature charming grin and waved delicately as I held my dress up with my other hand. 

"She's really outdone herself this time." I heard a sixth year mutter to his friend. 

I knew I had. My face was glowing; my hair was tamed into soft ringlets that shone under the light with a potion; my lips were luscious and pouty from the lip balm I'd applied generously (for Fred and George's benefit); my dress hugged my curves and flared out into a ballgown-style poof, and it glittered gold; I'd popped my little wings out and they were radiantly white and fluffy; and to top it all off, I was wearing a golden circlet atop my head. All eyes were going to be on me tonight. 

"Holy fuck, babe." Fred breathed huskily as I joined him and George at the bottom of the stairs. He was shamelessly checking me out, his eyes lingering on my chest. 

"Just letting you know, you're not hogging her the whole night." George warned him, his eyes on the same place. 

"Er, both of you will be with me all night, don't be worrying about that." I said, flipping my hair over my shoulder. "Anyway, are we going or is the entirety of Gryffindor House going to stare at me some more?" 

"Definitely going." Fred slid an arm around my waist, steering me away as he glared at a younger dude who was licking his lips as he stared at me. 

I was really going to miss the attention I got when I moved through the common room, down through the castle, and descended the main staircase to the Entrance Hall. Then I remembered that I’m Daisy Potter, I’m of course going to be invited to multiple events, parties, and balls every year for the rest of my life. I beamed as people from all Houses stared at me, talked excitedly to their friends about me, and yelled out greetings as I passed them, hoping to get a response from me. Celebrity life was so exhilarating. 

“Little Miss Celebrity over here.” Fred voiced my thoughts. 

“Hi, Harry! Hi, Suzanne!” I cheered as we congregated in the Entrance Hall, waving our friends over. “Godric, Suzanne, you look gorgeous, babe!” 

“Thanks.” Suzanne grinned. “You look fucking radiant and stunning, as per usual.” 

“No funny business with my sister tonight.” Harry warned the twins, who were grinning identically at him. “Everyone’s going to be watching her. She doesn’t need you two touching her inappropriately -“ 

“I always need them two touching me inappropriately.” I cut Harry off. 

“Yeo!” George crowed. “In your face, Harold!” 

“Preferably not in his face.” Fred said. “I’d rather do it in Softpaw’s.” 

“Oh my Godric.” I said. 

“But you know who would prefer Harry’s face?” Terry bounded up next to us, dragging a flustered Draco by the arm. “Or - well - he likes both, actually, so it wouldn’t really matter which of the twins’ -“ 

“Shush!” Draco hissed at his fiancé. 

“You guys.” I beamed around at them all. The rest of our friends were joining us; Ron, Kylie, Hermione, Blaise, Ginny, Louis, Colin, Shannon, Pansy, our Gryffindor classmates… all still alive, all still here despite everything that happened half a year ago. And all looking so radiant. “You are all so beautiful. I love you.” 

“We love you too, Daze!” 

“Love ya, girlie!” 

“Someone’s soppy.” Terry grinned, nudging me. 

“I’m just grateful.” I said quietly, smiling back at him. “So grateful for what I have.” 

Terry smiled back at me. Then the doors opened, and Fred and George extended their arms to me. In between them, I took Fred’s left arm and George’s right arm and allowed them to march me into the Great Hall. 

The boys looked so handsome in their tuxedos that I barely looked at anyone else as we danced. We waltzed, we grinded against each other, and we slow danced; Professor McGonagall had planned our last school ball perfectly, from the band playing right down to the finger-food buffet along the side of the Hall. I danced with the twins, giggling as they twirled me around, snogging them each in turn; I couldn’t keep my hands or mouth off them, I couldn’t help it. They just looked so good; their fiery shoulder-length hair was tousled and pushed back from their faces, their shirts tight-fitting, their black blazers hugging their toned bodies so perfectly that I just wanted to sneak off with them and not return for ages until I was satisfied that I’d touched every part of their bodies. 

After dancing with my boyfriends for several songs, Terry grabbed me and the two of us danced wildly along to an upbeat pop song, laughing hysterically and holding hands. I was span away by Ron after, then Ginny, then Louis, then Blaise, all of us just dancing and having fun together. I couldn’t believe that we were all still here, still having fun, despite everything that happened. And still here so many years after our first school ball. 

And halfway through a romantic dance with Fred and George, the twins sharing me by swapping each chorus, I saw the ghost of Tom Riddle lurking in the shadows of the open doors, sulking. I rolled my eyes, sighing. 

“Sorry, guys. Back in a bit.” I told the twins, detaching myself from a slightly tipsy Fred, and made my way across the dance floor to the Entrance Hall. I grinned and fist-bumped people as I went past, declining several dance requests, and eventually made it to the double doors where less people were milling about. I slipped out, leaning against the wall behind the door with a hand on my hip. 

“What?” I said. 

Riddle glided up to me with a frown on his face. 

“What do you want?” I raised an eyebrow at him. 

“I just do not fancy watching you dance with other men.” Riddle said sullenly. 

“Then don’t watch.” 

“But I cannot help myself. I have to see you. Especially when you are looking this ravishing.” 

I spluttered with laughter as Riddle’s frown deepened. 

“Why do you laugh?” 

“How can I not?” I grinned. “Dude, you seriously think any of your lines will work on me anymore? You’re delusional.” 

Riddle scowled. “You forget that I died as your husband. I will forever be yours.” 

“Oh, get over yourself. That’s kinda pathetic, my guy.” I said. “Move on! Aren’t there any sexy ghostie ladies here?” 

“None as sexy as you, my love.” Riddle purred, gliding closer. His shimmery grey eyes were locked intensely on mine, and there was a certain powerful ring to his words. “Tonight… you look simply beautiful.” 

I stared at him. A triumphant smirk unfurled slowly on his face; he clearly thought he’d gotten me with that line. 

“So,” I said, internally sniggering, “I don’t look beautiful any other night?” 

“Oh, keep on poking fun, my love.” Riddle’s smirk dropped. “Go back to your silly little ball. Do me a favour, however, and stop dancing with those blood traitor twins.” 

I scoffed. “Er, no. I’ll dance with whoever I like. Why should I listen to a word you say?” 

“Because they have hurt you, Miss Potter.” Riddle said urgently. I blinked at him. “You have told me yourself that they are cold and cruel.” 

“They’re all better now, I fixed it.” I said. “Dunno why you’d care anyway.” 

“Because, my love,” Riddle rolled his eyes, “despite you being the one to end my life, I still love you.” 

I smirked at him. “Damn right I ended your life. Right, I’m off to enjoy my evening; you should go enjoy yours. Stop watching me, mate.” 

“I am afraid that I cannot do that.” Riddle said. “I have to watch.” 

“Why?” 

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“To make sure that they… that they do not…” Riddle sighed in frustration. 

“Go on, spit it out.” I raised an eyebrow at him. 

“I have to make sure that they do not hurt you.” Riddle said, raising his eyes to meet mine again. 

“No, because that’s your job, isn’t it?” I pushed myself off the wall, stalking forward back into the light spilling from the Great Hall. “Have a good night, Tommy.” 

I made my way back into the ball, plastering a smile back on my face and greeting people as I swept past. But inside, I was taken aback that Riddle still cared about me. In his own bizarre, twisted way, but in a way nonetheless. 

I rejoined Fred, George, and Terry in the middle of some upbeat electronic song, and the four of us danced with each other, laughing and throwing our arms up in the air. When the chorus came on, we swayed our hips to bump our butts against each other’s and did some cringe Fortnite dances as everyone around us whooped and cackled. 

And then a slow, romantic ballad came on. Terry sidled off to find Draco, and I threw my arms around Fred’s neck as he placed his hands on my waist. His powerful scent of marshmallows and gunpowder mixed with a slight hint of sweat overwhelmed me, and I felt suddenly very hormonal. His deep brown eyes were gazing down at me, soft and tender, and his fiery hair was falling down gently around his defined face; his collar had been unbuttoned, showing off a hint of skin underneath, and his tie had been loosened; I leaned eagerly into him as he rocked me around gently. 

“You’re showing off almost all your best assets tonight, baby girl.” Fred murmured into my ear. 

“Almost?” 

He grinned cheekily. “I mean, yeah, your tits and waist and gorgeous little face are on show, but your ass and delicious legs aren’t -“ 

“Shush!” I giggled, blushing as Fred squeezed my love handles. He leaned down, capturing my lips in his, and he gave a low groan into my mouth. 

“You taste,” Fred purred against my lips, “fucking DELICIOUS, babe…” 

I gazed up into his darkened eyes. The pupils were so expanded I could only see a sliver of chocolate around the black circles. 

“Oh.” I said in a tiny voice. 

A pair of hands pulled me away, and I was spun around into George. He grinned at me, and I melted at his cheeky, mischievous nature. His eyes were twinkling, his smile lighting up his whole face; I couldn’t help beaming back up at him as he guided my body around in time to the music. 

“You’re so handsome when you smile.” I breathed, tracing my hand down his back. 

George’s hands skimmed my body, leaving feather-light touches over my waist, chest, and belly. “You’re so beautiful. Just, all the time.” 

I beamed wider. George chuckled, gazing fondly down at me. “And you’re adorable. So, so cute.” 

I continued dancing with the twins to romantic ballads, kissing them slowly as they slow-danced with me. I caught Riddle’s eye a few times from where he was lurking in the shadows; his expression was uninterpretable as he watched me, his arms crossed and one heel propped on the wall behind him, but I could tell there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. 

I kept catching other people’s eyes, too. Namely, faculty members. Professor Wells was respectfully glancing at me through the night, and I was returning the interest - that little black dress clung to her in all the right places, and I admired her toned body; Professor Soot, on the other hand, was not respectful at all in his looks. A total hot mess, his hair had been swept back and styled perfectly with his hairspray at the start of the night, and by now was unruly and hanging about his face. His tuxedo fitted him well, but his shirt was half-unbuttoned and his bow tie had come completely undone. He was clearly enjoying the drink too much, laughing with Professor Wells and Professor Slughorn, and the way he was looking at me was making me flush. 

He’d scanned me from head to toe several times, taking long sips of his drink every time his eyes landed on my chest. His gaze always lingered, tracing his forefinger over the rim of his glass as he smirked slightly, taking in my body. 

And then, as a sultry, lowly-sung song started, I was grabbed away from the twins by none other than the trainee Transfiguration professor himself. 

“Good evening, Miss Potter.” Professor Soot said pleasantly, with a slight slur to his words. I grinned. “I couldn’t help but come over here and steal you away from your boy toys. You look exceptional tonight.” 

“So everyone says.” I batted my eyelashes up at him. “It’s kinda a bold move to come over and start dancing with one of your students, isn’t it, professor? Especially to THIS song?” 

‘… You’re buried in the pillow, yeah, you’re so loud …’ 

Professor Soot smirked. The dark circles under his eyes were even more emphasised by his expression, but it only made him hotter. “I would like to make you bury your face in the pillow, Daisy.” 

“Oh, lordie.” I said. “My man, aren’t you worried about McGonagall see-“ 

“I’m not worried about a thing,” Professor Soot growled into my ear, “except not getting a piece of you.” 

“Well.” I said. 

“Right, come on then.” I heard a familiar voice next to me, and I jumped. Fred was tugging at my arm, and George was shoving at Professor Soot. “Go on, move. Let’s go.” 

A flare of excitement went up inside me, and I forced my feet to move. I took Professor Soot’s hand, dragging him along with us as we fought our way through the dance floor. Our friends and classmates were turning and staring at us, either giggling or excitedly whispering to their friends, and Terry shot me a thumbs up from beside a scandalised Draco. Professor McGonagall was frowning at us, but turned back around to Professor Flitwick; however, with a suspicious glint in her eye. 

Riddle stared us down in indignation as Professor Soot led the way across the Entrance Hall. I shrugged at the ghost as Professor Soot moved his hand to cup my waist, guiding me through the door down to the dungeons, and Riddle’s eyes flashed. 

Before we knew it, we were in Professor Soot’s living quarters, and I was stumbling backwards towards his bed with his lips on mine. Our professor’s lips moved hungrily against mine, devouring me as he pushed me down onto the mattress. He climbed on top of me, his hands all over me, palming my breasts roughly; Fred and George joined us on the bed, Fred slipping his hands underneath my dress as George sucked on my neck. 

“Fuck,” I moaned against Professor Soot’s lips, “please…” 

“Your boyfriends and I are going to fuck you so hard,” Professor Soot said roughly, “that I’ll excuse you from class tomorrow.” 

“Oh, thanks.” I said. 

“No, not as a reward.” The Transfiguration professor’s eyes gleamed. “Because you’ll be too destroyed to attend.” 

“Oh, PLEASE.” I said desperately, tugging him back down on top of me and letting him slide his tongue into my mouth. 

We furiously made out, me tugging at his unbuttoned shirt and spreading my hands across his toned chest. Fred was rubbing hard underneath my knickers; Professor Soot gathered up my skirts and pushed them up around my hips, settling in between my legs and unbuttoning his dress trousers; I made a loud, breathy moan as my professor sank into me, stretching me out. Fred tugged the neckline of my dress down, making my tits pop out; as Professor Soot hoisted my legs up and settled them on his shoulders, fucking me hard, Fred plopped himself right down above my belly and slid himself between my tits, pushing them around him. 

“Fuck, your tits are so hot.” Fred groaned. I could feel him throbbing against my skin. “Why are you so sexy, baby girl?” 

“Freddie…” I moaned as Professor Soot slid against my g-spot. “Uhh… professor…” 

“Shh, princess…” George came out of nowhere, rubbing his tip against my lips. I whimpered in excitement, opening my mouth wide for him; he fed himself into my mouth and moaned as he dipped into my throat. 

The three men moved inside and along me, emitting low deep groans and sighs. Professor Soot felt so good inside me, hitting every sweet spot I had; Fred was hard and pulsing in between my breasts; George tasted so good in my mouth… 

And then the twins moved off of me. I spluttered and gasped as George slid out of me, a string of saliva connecting him to my wettened swollen lips, and the two straightened up on their knees, wanking off furiously as Professor Soot collapsed onto me, dropping my legs and hammering into me. I squealed as his hips slammed into mine fast and hard, whined as he pinned my hands to the bed; he was groaning my name and throbbing and rolling back his eyes - I whimpered loud as I reached my high around him, clenching and squeezing him - his thrusts suddenly got sloppy - 

“Nope.” Fred shoved Professor Soot off of me. “You’re gonna come in her mouth like the rest of us. No way are you coming in her pussy.” 

“But her pussy’s so -“ The professor said in a strained voice. “Fuck! Fine. Open wide, Daisy…”

“Yes, professor.” I purred, letting my mouth hang open and sticking my tongue out. Professor Soot swore again, tugging at himself and aiming; Fred and George aimed too, and I closed my eyes as all three of them reached their highs at the same time. 

I shut my mouth, a muffled desperate moan erupting from me as their hot liquid quivered on my tongue, then swallowed thickly. I opened my eyes again, fluttering my eyelashes up at the three men, who descended on me - again - and again - and again all night long… 

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