Insomnia made me do this! Okay let me explain the lay out of this smut fest. Italics are for things that happened in the past. Words that appear normal is what is happening now. We good? Okay let's do it!

Harry stared at his best friend. Her hands were shaking.

"Are you sure?"

She was fidgeting with her skirt.

"Yes."

He put his arms around her shoulder, pulling her closer.

"Mione, you don't have to."

She shrugged his arm off.

"I know. I want to."

He nodded, "If you're sure."

Harry kissed her, cupping her breast. He squeezed her breast, exciting a moan from her. Harry slipped his tongue inside her mouth exploring uncharted territory.

Hermione was hesitate, but returned the kiss. She battled with him, unsure if she was doing it right. His hand felt good, pinching her nipple.

"Come on Potter. Show us her tits." The blonde boy shouted. He wasn't very patient. He had fantasized about what she looked like under those robes for years.

Remus laughed at the boy's outburst, "Paitience Draco. She needs to be ready."

Whispers filled room. Hermione gulped nervously. What had she gotten herself into?

...

Last week

Hermione watched as Luna skipped happily down the hall. Where was she going at midnight? If not for her prefect duties Hermione would be in bed. Why was Luna up?

She followed the blonde, hoping to catch up to her before Malloy did. Yes, the ferret was her partner tonight. It still amazed Hermione that he had made Prefect this year. Hermione rounded the corner and frozen in her tracks.

Draco had Luna pinned against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. He was mauling her breasts. Luna moaned into his neck.

Hermione ducked behind a statue, unable to look away. Luna wasn't fighting him. She seems to be enjoying his roaming hands.

Draco gripped Luna's ass, grinding his erection against her clothed cunt. He murmerd into her ear. She nodded.

He lifted his head, "I need to hear the words love."

Luna whimpered, "You. I choose you."

Draco smirked at the witch as the door to the Room of Requirement appeared. He carried the witch inside.

...

Harry nibbled on her neck, sliding his hands higher between her thighs. He parted her legs and flipped her skirt up; showing her lace underwear to hungry eyes. Fingers massaged her through her panties.

Hermione bucked against them. None had every touched her there before. Her underwear was soaked.

"Fuck. Look at how horny she is." Malfoy smirked, rubbing himself.

"I heard she's a virgin," Blaise retorted.

Harry pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her matching bra and overflowing breasts. He unclasped it with one slick move and pulled it off. Slowly he bent down in front of her and took a nipple into his mouth.

Her hands flew into his hair. She didn't know whether she wanted to pull him closer or push him away. Butterfly flew around her belly.

"Doesn't look like a virgin to me," Malfoy sneered.

Remus laughed again, "Don't be jealous boys. Everyone will get a turn."

...

She shouldn't care what they were doing. Why was it any of her business if Luna wanted to fuck Malloy? But she did care. She wanted to know why.

"Luna?"

"Huh?"

"Umm, are you dating Malloy?"

The blonde smiled, "No. We just fuck occasionally."

Hermione coughed, choking on her own spit, "What?"

She had that dreamy look in her eyes again, "We fuck. I fuck alot of people."

"I'm sorry, I think I misheard you. What did you say?"

Luna turned and looked straight at her, "Do you really want to know?"

Hermione nodded. Her curiosity was peaked.

Luna crawled into her bed, casting a muffalo. "There's a club of sorts. We get together and have sex. Lots of sex. Usually it's one girl and a couple of guys. Sometimes, more girls if the desire is there."

"What do you mean, the desire?"

"We'll... A girl is chosen and the guys bid to be in the room."

"They pay?"

Luna giggle, "No. We're not prostitutes. It's just a way to see how many guys want to fuck you."

"And you're okay with it?"

"It's great." Luna rolled over and put her arm around Hermione's waist. "There's no war in there. No good. No evil. No light and no dark." She snuggled into Hermione's neck, "It's just a bunch of people finding comfort and release."

Hermione nodded.

...

Harry pulled her panties off, pushing her legs apart. He spread her open for them all to see. Her pussy was soaking wet. Groans filled the room.

Hermione was embarrassed. She felt like a piece of meat. She tried to shut her legs, but then he slid a finger along her slit. Hermione arched.

"Test her cunt," Malfoy yelled. "Is the princess a virgin?"

"Stick a finger in," Blaise jeered.

Hermione was half conscious of their remarks. Harry's face was buried between her thighs. His tongue was doing marvelous things to her. He lapped her so throughly, she was seeing stars. She grabbed his hair pulling him closer.

He obliged, sucking her clit hard. Harry smiled when she bucked feverishly against him. How many nights had he masturbated to the thought of her pussy? He had lost count.

Harry slowly insert a finger into her tight pussy. He hissed when he met her resistance. So it was true.

"Fuck boys. She's a virgin." He pulled his finger out and gave her pussy a quick lap.

"I think she's ready Potter," Blaise's eager voice chimed in.

"Time to choose Princess," Remus groaned.

...

Luna was half asleep, light breathes tickled Hermione neck. "The best part is that you get to choose."

"Choose what?"

She snuggled in closer, "Who you want to fuck. Who gets to fuck you. It's your choice."

"Who's in this club?

Sleep was really starting to take over, Luna yawned. "Everyone and noone. We don't give names. Noone talks about it outside of The Fuck Room."

"The Fuck Room? You call it The Fuck Room?"

She nodedd, "Fitting, isn't it? Do you want to come?"

"What?"

"Come Hermione. I think you would enjoy it. Merlin knows, you need to get laid."

Hermione stiffened, "Luna..."

The blonde yawned again, "I know. You're a virgin. That's even better. You'll have a whole room full of men begging to be your first. You get to choose your first fuck."

"Does it hurt?"

Luna nodded, "At first, yes... but then, it feels really good. Really great. I'm tired."

Hermione contemplated Luna's offer. She was curious.

...

Harry stood, backing away from her. Hermione sat up, shaking. Harry had eaten her to the brink of an orgasm, but pulled away before she came. Her pussy was trembling. She was ready.

They all stared at her wet cunt. She smiled, opening her legs wider. These five horny men made her feel so powerful. Hermione slid her finger up her slit, stopping to rub her sensitive nub. It was time to choose.

Many had bid to be in the room. Luna told her, at least twenty, but Harry forbid it. She left it up to him to selected who would and wouldn't be invited. She trusted him.

She scanned the room, sizing up the five men.

Harry was so hot, his mouth was heaven. He was slim, but built. Years of running and fighting had been good to his body. He would make love to her carefully. They were friends, after all.

Remus, so rugged and handsome. He would probably insist on taking her slow also, but he was also a werewolf, so she couldn't be too sure. He had a taller, lengthier build than Harry. Maybe he was longer in other places too.

Malfoy, a Sex God, if the rumors were true. She could choose him. He would guarantee a mind blowing fuck, but he would probably only care about his own gratification. She didn't feel like being tossed around like a rag doll.

Blaise, the undisputed whore of Slytherin. His dick was rumored to be a monster. Gosh, he was beautiful; dark and smooth. Would she be just another notch on his belt? She would have him too, eventually, but she didn't want him to be her first.

Then there was him. He had been strangely silent, hidden in the corner. She could feel his dark eyes piercing through her. Hermione would be lying if she said he didn't intrigue her. She could imagine him panting on top of her. What would he feel like? Would he grunt in that deep voice that made her squirm?

"Him." She pointed to the man in the corner.

Remus chuckled, "You have to say the words love."

Hermione gulped," I choose Professor Snape."

...

"Malfoy, can I talk to you?"

"I don't think so mudblood."

She pulled him into a broom closet, pushing him against the wall. "I want in."

Draco grabbed her, pinning her to the wall. His sneered in her face. "In what Princess?" Hermione wiggled against him, rubbing him. "Keep that up and I'll be the one in." She squirmed, as his hands trailed up her thighs. "Naughty, maybe you want that. Do you want me, Granger?"

Hermione moaned, nodding." Yes."

Draco hoisted her up, grinding his erection against her wet panties. His mouth attacked neck. Hermione bucked, as he roughly squeezed her bum.

"Malfoy... I want in the Fuck Club."

He chuckled, "Why? I can just fuck you now."

She shook head," I want more."

Draco pulled back, looking her in the eye, "Greedy little whore." He let her down, dusting himself off. "Go talk to Potter. You're his. It's his choice."

"I'm not his!" Hermione sputtered, It's my choice!"

Draco laughed, "There are rules love. Everyone has an untouchable. You are his."

"Untouchable?"

"A person no one else is allowed to touch."

"-but you just offered-"

Draco shrugged, "I can't bring you in, doesn't mean I can't fuck you."