hut

"I can't believe we're doing this in broad daylight!"
Luna giggled at Blaise's obvious concern. The Slytherin was moping along behind her, treating the walk toward Hagrid's hut like a death march.
"It's the perfect time," she replied, reaching out to grab his hand. "Hagrid is supervising a N.E.W.T. study session in the Great Hall, and we're all studying in the library. Remember?"
Blaise rolled his eyes when she started swinging their joined hands. If she started skipping, he wouldn't be held accountable for what he might do.
They'd worked for weeks to perfect the spell that would give the illusion of the group studying around a large table in the library. Everyone knew not to mess with seventh-years during N.E.W.T.-prep week, and even Madam Pince wouldn't dare approach the group of diligently studying students. They'd initially set it up to work without anyone there to boost the spell, but Pansy, Anthony and Theo had all declined to join in, claiming they were still recovering from the Forbidden Forest incident. Padma had opted to stay back with Pansy, so the group of four was tasked with maintaining the illusion and deflecting any attention the unlikely crew of Slytherins, Ravenclaws and Gryffindors might attract.
So only eight of them would be sneaking into Hagrid's hut that afternoon, which suited Blaise just fine. He had no real desire to have sex with Pansy or Theo, and Padma had made it clear she wanted nothing to do with any of them aside from Pansy. He barely knew Anthony, so that was hardly a loss, in his opinion. He could take or leave Dean as well, but since he'd been forced to hear Draco prattle on and on about how including him would be the best prank on the Weasel ever, he was grudgingly glad to have the boy there as well.
Blaise allowed himself to be pulled along by Luna, the two of them picking up the pace when Hagrid's hut came into view. The door opened as they approached and Blaise pulled her back, just in case something had gone wrong with their plan and the half-giant hadn't gone up to the castle after all. Instead he saw Hermione's face appear, the door opening a bit wider as she stuck her hand out, motioning for them to come in.
"That's everyone," she said somewhat breathlessly, still recovering from her own sprint across the grounds a few minutes earlier.
Luna nodded, her eyes bright as she withdrew the camera from her bag and started setting up. The cabin was sparsely furnished, leaving them few options since none of them wanted to defile Hagrid's bed – the Gryffindors and Luna because they had too much respect for Hagrid, despite filming the scene in his house, and the Slytherins because they thought it too dirty to touch.
She took out several blankets, handing them to Harry to spread out on the floor. He layered them with several Cushioning Charms, adding a Silencing Charm to ensure no passersby could hear what was going on inside. They'd opted not to have a look-out posted outside, choosing instead to rely on luck for their last escapade. It made it a bit more exciting, at least to Harry's mind.
"How are you doing?" Luna asked Dean, who was standing in the corner looking a bit apprehensive.
"Alright," he answered, plucking at the hem of his jumper. He knew what to expect, since he'd watched the rest of the scenes they'd filmed, but he had no idea how they were all so blasé about group sex.
"Why don't we start with what we talked about," she said gently, holding her hand out and pulling him toward the center of the room. "Are you still comfortable with that?"
He nodded hesitantly, his eyes darting to his roommates. He'd seen all of them naked countless times, but this wasn't going to be the same at all. He took a deep breath, nodding again more confidently this time.
"Excellent!" Luna chirped, dashing back to finish setting up the camera while the boys undressed.
Dean kept his eyes on the blanket while he, Harry, Neville and Seamus disrobed, the sound of clothes hitting the floor the only noise in the small cabin. Everyone else had backed up against the wall to give them space, and he could feel their eyes on him. Instead of making him nervous, though, he was surprised to find it exhilarating.
"Whenever you're ready," Luna called from behind the camera, letting them know she was already filming.
Dean jumped when he felt a hand on his back, pulling him down onto the blanket. He grinned when he saw it was Seamus. These were his best friends; he had nothing to be afraid of. And just like that, Dean lost his anxiety and let his arousal take over. He groaned when Seamus's naked body pressed against his, the Irishman claiming his mouth in a rough kiss as his hand swept down Dean's body, curling around his erection.
Neville laughed at Seamus' eagerness, leaning back against Harry and rubbing his arse against the dark-haired boy's erection as they watched Seamus and Dean battle for control of the kiss. Harry licked and sucked on Neville's neck, his green eyes locked on his two roommates, his own erection growing harder against Neville's arse as he watched them begin to wank each other off.
Harry snaked a hand around Neville's waist, his fingers wrapping around the boy's cock and stroking him as he rubbed his own cock between Neville's cheeks. He paused long enough to Summon his wand, casting Lubrication Charms on both his hand and his cock. Harry groaned as his length slid easily along Neville's crack with the help of the spell and earning an answering groan from Neville when his palm slicked over his erection, spreading the cool lube along his shaft and pumping it with strong strokes.
Dean was too caught up in Seamus' kiss to notice what Harry and Neville were doing, though that changed when Seamus pulled him toward the other two, encouraging him to kiss Neville while he kissed Harry, his hand still wrapped around Dean's cock. Dean couldn't believe how natural it felt to have Seamus' cock in his hand, but he had no qualms about wanking him. It didn't feel that different than his own, although he noted that Seamus' length was both longer and thinner than his. Still, the moves he liked to use on himself seemed to be working just fine for Seamus, if the boy's groans were anything to go by, so Dean kept up his pattern of strokes and tugs and concentrated on enjoying the onslaught of sensations from kissing Neville while Seamus' hand worked furiously on his erection.
Harry sped up his strokes on Neville's cock as he felt his own orgasm building. He buckled against the other boy, unable to keep himself upright on his knees while his release tore through him, coating Neville's arse and back with come as he continued to rub his cock between his arse cheeks. Harry broke his kiss with Seamus, resting his head on Neville's shoulder as he focused on finishing him off, his strokes becoming faster and faster until Neville was shuddering under his hand, hot splashes of come hitting Dean's stomach, his cries swallowed by Dean's kiss.
It was enough to send Dean over the edge as well, and he panted against Neville's mouth, his cock jumping in Seamus' hand as he came. Seamus cried out when Dean's grip on his erection became tighter as he rode the waves of his orgasm, the added sensation making Seamus come as well.
The four boys were all panting, leaning on each other as they recovered. None of them noticed Hermione cry out in the corner, though Luna was quick to pan the camera over to her just in time to catch her throw her head back and moan, her hair wild as she bounced in Blaise's lap. Her shirt and bra were both undone, and Blaise's hands were cupping her breasts as she fucked him, her back to his chest and her head lolling on his shoulder as she used her thighs to drive herself up and down on his cock.
Blaise buried his face in her hair, crying out as he came, his hands dropping to help guide her hips as she rode him hard, her eyes tightly shut as she crested as well, sobbing for breath as she soared through her own orgasm.
"God damn," Dean said reverently as he watched the beautiful picture Hermione made, her long curly hair loose, just barely covering rosy pink nipples and full breasts, her face flushed with pleasure and exertion.
"Still fancy birds more than blokes then, Dean?" Seamus asked with a smirk, nudging Dean's renewed erection with his hip.
"Fuck yes," Dean said, still watching Hermione come down from her orgasm.
"Alright then," Luna said, dancing in front of the camera and pulling Dean away from his roommates, helping him stand and then plastering herself against his naked body.
He groaned, rubbing his hips against hers, nearly stumbling when she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He rucked up her skirt, surprised to find she wasn't wearing any knickers.
Draco joined Harry on the blanket, taking full advantage of his still-slippery cock, which was now at full hardness again as he watched Dean and Luna. He knelt in front of Harry, watching as Blaise started to pump his hips again, still buried inside Hermione, apparently ready for a second round. Seamus hooted, grabbing Neville and sending them both tumbling down to the other edge of the blanket, the two of them rubbing against each other as they watched everyone else.
Harry grabbed his wand again, using Stretching and Lubrication spells on Draco since he didn't think the blond would have the patience to be prepared without magic. He was rewarded with a groan as he sank into Draco's body, concentrating on finding just the right angle as he listened to everyone around them race toward release. He urged Draco up a bit, knowing he'd have a better shot at hitting his prostate if his hips were elevated a bit. He held onto Draco's hips, one hand reaching around to stroke his cock as he pounded into him.
Draco cried out, unable to keep his eyes open to watch the groups around him no matter how hard he tried. Sparks of pleasure shot through him every time Harry's cock pressed against his prostate, and paired with the way Harry was fisting his cock, sending him rocketing toward orgasm. He tensed against Harry, calling out his name before he came, bucking against Harry's hips as his release swept through him. Despite having come so recently, Harry felt himself fall over the edge as well, coaxed into coming by Draco's cries and the way his channel contracted around his cock.
Dean and Luna were lost in their own world, somehow managing to fuck standing up without benefit of a wall to help support them. Whatever Dean was doing was obviously working, though, as Luna moaned and buried her head against his shoulder, her climax shuddering through her. Dean pumped into her a few more times, groaning loudly as he came as well.
Neville and Seamus were locked in a sixty-nine, sucking each other off as they watched Blaise and Hermione fucking again. Blaise was on his back now, his hands clamped around Hermione's hips as she rode him, his thumbs caressing lazy circles against her back as he helped her rise and fall against him.
Neville groaned when Blaise made eye-contact with him, sending him a sultry wink as he came inside Hermione for the second time. He watched as Blaise's hand moved from her hip to her crotch, his fingers finding her clit easily and coaxing a second orgasm out of her as well. Neville shot his seed down Seamus' throat as Hermione fell forward, watching as Blaise covered her mouth with his own, muffling her cries of release as he kissed her. Seamus ruthlessly pumped into Neville's mouth, coming as soon as the dark-haired boy began to moan.
Luna started to laugh, sliding her legs down Dean's body until they found the floor and taking an unsteady step toward the camera.