Hermione looked suspiciously from Gabby to Harry and back but said nothing. Harry risked a glance over to the girl next to him to find her gazing up at him lustfully. She licked her lips lasciviously and his cock twitched in her hand.
The next second, Gabby had ducked under the table, paying no heed to the fact that Hermione was watching both like a hawk. As the girl vanished, Hermione looked back to Harry with one raised eyebrow and an expression that seemed to say, "Care to explain this?"
Harry couldn't have answered if he'd wanted to as by that time, the girl had wormed her way between his legs and up under his robes. A split second later and his cock was engulfed in a warm, wet mouth.
Harry gritted his teeth and bit his tongue to prevent himself from crying out. The danger, the thrill of possible discovery, the sheer blatancy of the act heightened every sensation.
Harry shoved a bit of food into his mouth and pretended to chew in the hope that no one would talk to him if he was eating.
The suction on his cock was heavenly. She bobbed her head and swirled her tongue and drove him toward ecstasy in the midst of hundreds of oblivious Hogwarts students.
He flashed on her words to him the night before (had it only been last night?) about losing control and fucking in front of everyone in the Great Hall. That thought was coincidentally accompanied by a particularly vigorous bob of her head and his cock throbbed dangerously.
He fought to keep a straight face, but it was all he could do to keep from moaning.
Hermione got his attention; he realized he'd been staring into the space between his best friends for who knew how long.
"Are you all right, Harry?" she asked. "You've been acting a bit strange all day."
Hermione had clearly forgotten that she'd seen a naked girl disappear under the table minutes before.
The fact that somewhere, in the back of her mind was the suppressed knowledge that Gabrielle Delacour was under the table and that if she somehow remembered that she would instantly be able to work out what the girl was doing there had Harry fighting to control his impending orgasm.
In as steady a voice as he could manage, he ground out, "I'm fine, Her--mione." He could only hope that she would ignore the hesitation in the middle of her name that had been caused by a sudden, involuntary intake of breath.
Gabby's mouth worked his cock expertly. He realized she wasn't using her hands, though, just her mouth. It was an obvious attempt to prolong the act and heighten the intensity of his inevitable climax. He suddenly wished he had the girl's ability to be unnoticed; he would never be able to remain silent when he finally came.
He wondered wildly if he could somehow hold out until all the students left for their afternoon classes so that it wouldn't be quite so public. Unfortunately, he was sure that there was at least half an hour still left till the end of lunch.
"Are you sure, Harry?" Hermione continued. "You look a bit flushed again."
Some fraction of Harry's focus was drawn away from the wonderful sensations emanating from just under the table to the witch across from him. Had they been speaking? Were they having a conversation? What was she talking about?
"Perhaps it was your trip in the lake yesterday," she pressed. "It might be best if you go see the nurse."
She thought he was flushed because of his trip into the lake. The absurdity of just how right she was was not lost on Harry and his sudden desire to laugh nearly cost him his control.
He became aware that he was gripping his fork so tightly that he would be surprised if he hadn't bent it.
Gabrielle had started going deeper, his cock was banging against the back of her throat with every stroke. Harry suppressed a primal grunt that threatened to tear it's way out of his lungs.
"You do look a bit flushed, Harry," came a voice two seats down from Ron. Lavender Brown was looking at him with concern and perhaps a hint of lust.
Parvatti, sitting next to her, was staring at Harry with a look on her face that said not only had she forgiven him for the abysmal date they'd shared at the Yule Ball without him having to apologize for it, but that she'd like nothing more than another evening alone with him.
Harry gulped, partially from the looks the two girls were sending his way, partially from the sensations he was receiving from a third and partially from the realization that, Lavender and Parvatti and most likely any number of girls were focused solely on him and he was moments from coming.
"No really," he said, doing his best to keep the fact that he was nearly gasping with pleasure from being completely obvious. "I'm fine."
Gabrielle's movements were becoming more insistent. The motions of her tongue were driving him to the very edge.
"Are you sure?" came a voice from Ron and Hermione's other side. It was a third year girl who's name he didn't even know. Out of the corner of his eye, he also noticed Hanna Abbot, Susan Bones, Megan Jones and three or four other girls from other years at the Hufflepuff table watching him intently.
"Positive," he managed. His breath was coming faster now and the fear that he might pass out from hyperventilation flitted across his mind.
He made another attempt at getting food to his mouth and pretending to eat, but he couldn't seem to coordinate his fork enough to actually collect any on it.
He was so close now, and the gentle twisting motion that Gabby had added to her movements aided in bringing him to new heights of pleasure. This climax was going to be his strongest yet.
There was no way he would be able to keep silent. He was going to cry out. It was going to be obvious to everyone in the Great Hall that Harry Potter was having an unbelievably intense orgasm.
He had the wild urge to call out Gabrielle's name just to attract everyone's attention to her. The thought of everyone knowing just what was happening and who was doing it was almost too erotic to bear.
His cock twitched mightily.
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