Love At First Sight - H/R - NC-17
Title: Love At First Sight
Author: shocfix
Pairing: everyone
Words: 1200
Rating: NC-17

Written for mctabby’s Not Going To TWH, Blame Each Other Challenge.

My prompt, which I happily blame on joelie, is Fawkes, saddened at the loss of the love of his life (Dumbledore), goes on an angst filled song flight, which just happens to turn the students on a "love at first sight craze".

So, it could have been a lot worse.


Love At First Sight
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Bright, white flames had erupted around Dumbledore's body and the table upon which it lay: higher and higher they rose, obscuring the body. White smoke spiralled into the air and made strange shapes: Harry thought, for one heart-stopping moment, that he saw a phoenix fly joyfully into the blue, but next second the fire had vanished. In its place was a white marble tomb, encasing Dumbledore's body and the table on which he had rested…

The plaintive sound of a heart-broken phoenix echoed across the congregation, across the lake, across the grounds.

Harry felt something hot and molten rise up from deep inside him, felt every hair on his body stand erect as his veins were flooded with sparks.

Looking around to see if anyone else had noticed what had happened, Harry was stunned to see Professor Slughorn turn in his seat and clumsily throw himself on one knee before Blaise Zabini. Harry expected Zabini to recoil, but he was leaning down and tenderly stroking Slughorn's cheek. Beside them, Crabbe had pulled Goyle into his lap and was nuzzling at his neck and Pansy Parkinson was parting her legs and letting a stringy-looking boy kneel between them.

Harry shuddered. He could easily believe that the Slytherins would behave so terribly at a funeral, but what was happening behind them?

Behind them, Professor Sprout was lying flat along the row of chairs, with Ernie Macmillan unbuttoning her robes; Hannah Abbot was cupping Susan Bones's breasts through her robes and Susan was moaning.

Appalling. Hufflepuffs behaving badly?

He tore his eyes away, but then oh, how he wished he hadn't. Susan and Hannah were the stuff of perfectly normal fantasy, but this?

Madam Pince was sitting astride Filch's lap with her head tipped back and Filch was licking her neck. Harry wished he could scrub his eyeballs clean.

He tentatively looked over at the rest of the adults and flushed red.

Kingsley Shacklebolt was sprawled wantonly in his chair, his oiled chest was showing between his open robes and Mad-Eye Moody had removed his eye and cupped it in his hand, plunging it between Kingsley's parted thighs.

It seemed that Tonks's powers really were in full flow, judging by the vivid pink curls he could see as Remus Lupin's head bobbed between her thighs.

Mrs Weasley had turned in her seat and was kneeling up and leaning on the curved backrest, and God, Mr Weasley was standing behind her, lifting her robes.

Bill's breath was shallow and Harry was concerned for him, not sure he should have Fleur ducking her head under his robes like that, when he was just out of his hospital bed.

And Fred and George were wrapped tightly around each other, freckled hands roaming. Harry frowned. Actually, it might be George and Fred.

Behind them, Madame Maxime seemed to be alone, but then why were her eyes rolling back in their sockets? Why was her mouth hanging open? Oh, there, trapped between her breasts was, Tom, the landlord of the Leaky Cauldron.

And, wow, Harry had never seen Arabella Figg look so alive, but the hairy bass player from the Weird Sisters had released her pendulous breasts from her sensible robes and was sucking greedily on her nipples – Harry could see her toes curling in her slippers.

Old Ernie Prang was sitting with his pants around his ankles and Madam Malkin was sitting beside him, apparently using his penis to change gears.

On some level, Harry knew he should be shocked; maybe there was Dark Magic involved? But on another level, he was nearly seventeen-years-old.

The barman of the Hog's Head had stood and parted his robes, revealing an impressive erection and the witch who pushed the trolley on the Hogwarts Express was sitting before him, slowly pulling it towards her, looking as if she was pulling a pint. Keeping her eyes on the head.

Harry dragged his eyes away.

Neville! There was Neville, with Luna standing before him, plunging her fingers between her legs as he kneaded her breasts. Go, Neville. He looked as if he was recovering nicely.

Harry was smiling as he looked towards the front of the crowd and then flinched.

Cornelius Fudge was down on his hands and knees, his robes folded up round his waist and a look of agony on his face as Rita Skeeter thrust a long-nailed finger up his arse. That must surely be rock bottom.

Or not.

Dolores Umbridge was sitting astride Firenze, her fat stubby legs sticking out on either side of his bare torso, as she reached around his body and played with his nipples. Just, no. That was so wrong. So, so wrong.

Harry looked around wildly and gasped. Rufus Scrimgeour looked more like a lion than ever, his shaggy mane of hair standing on end as Professor McGonagall, in her Animagus form, daintily lapped at his cock.

Well, didn't that beat everything.

Um, no. Because Hagrid was in the back row, still sniffling, but struggling to free Grawp's terrifying cock from his trousers.

Very possibly. Very possibly Dark Magic was at work, here.

Harry shuddered and whirled back round, finally looking at the Gryffindors surrounding him.

That was more like it.

Dean and Seamus were standing back-to-back, hands clasped, fingers entwined, as Lavender and Parvati knelt at their feet, sucking hungrily on their cocks.

Now, that was hot.

Harry grinned and turned to look at… oh.

He went cold.

And then very, very hot.

Ginny was sitting on one of the hard chairs, her hair loose, her robes opened and pushed off her shoulders, trapping her arms by her sides and baring her freckled body to his hungry gaze.

Well, some of her freckled body. Because quite a lot of it was blocked by Hermione. By a naked Hermione, who had one hand buried in Ginny's hair, tipping her head back, and one hand thumbing the erect nipple of Ginny's heavy, freckled breast.

A naked Hermione who was straddling Ginny's lap and tossing her hair with abandon as she ground down against the other girl.

Well, nothing could beat that sight.

Nothing could be that hot.

Nothing.

Harry turned to the boy beside him.

Nothing but the look on Ron's face.

The look as Ron whispered, "Harry?" and came closer and cupped Harry's face in his large hands.

The look as Ron's eyelids fluttered closed and their lips met.

Nothing could be this hot.

Nothing but the feeling of Ron's tongue stroking his own; nothing but the sound of Ron groaning; nothing but the clumsy way Ron bore him to the ground, fumbling with their robes and freeing their erections; nothing but Ron's weight on top of him; nothing but the friction as Ron thrust against him, whimpering as their cocks rubbed together.

Nothing but the sound Ron made as he came.

Nothing but the frustration he felt as he writhed beneath his friend, his cock slipping easily through the come gluing their bodies together.

Nothing but the stars he saw as he climaxed and arched his back, throwing back his head as Ron sucked hungrily at his throat.