The Halloween Feast (Halloween Special)

A short little one shot to celebrate the season. Happy Halloween everyone!

(Hogwarts starts at 13 in this story.)

The Halloween Feast

The Great Hall was once again thoroughly decorated for Halloween. Floating Jack-O-Lanterns, carved from Hagrid’s giant pumpkins, hovered above the tables, lit from within by everlasting candles. Bats chattered and squeaked as they swooped between the rafters, dipping and diving through the clouds that mirrored the night sky. The full moon would occasionally appear through the thick, puffy clouds, throwing spooky shadows into sharp relief.

But the residence of Hogwarts didn’t feel much like celebrating this year, and the reason for that was a short, squat witch in a pink cardigan. Even as the students sat down for the annual Halloween Feast, any joyful atmosphere they’d managed to build was shattered by the pounding of Filch’s hammer.

He stood on a tall ladder precariously perched against the wall, hanging yet another Educational Decree next to the two dozen others already there. Umbridge stood at the bottom of the ladder, her hands clasped in front of her with a simpering, self-satisfied smile. The students glanced over occasionally, grimacing and glaring at the back of the much-hated Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.

With one last resounding smack of his mallet, Filch set the metal spike firmly into the ancient stone wall and descended his ladder.

“What’s that one say?” Neville asked curiously.

“Students are not allowed to dress up as magical creatures or beasts for any reason,” Fred said, his voice pitched high in imitation of Umbridge.

“What did you do?” Hermione asked exasperatedly.

George gasped and held his hand to his chest.

“Hermione,” he pouted. “I’m offended you think this has anything to do with us.”

“They dressed up as a werewolf to scare some Ravenclaws,” Angelina said. “Earned themselves a week of detention, lost fifty points, and got us a new decree.”

“Of course they did,” Hermione said, rolling her eyes. “Still, she’s getting a bit ridiculous with all these decrees.”

“We’re way past ridiculous and entering outrageous,” George said.

“If this keeps up, we’ll be at ludicrous by Christmas,” Fred added.

“Maybe we’ll get lucky, and the curse will get her before then,” Harry muttered.

“Mr. Potter.”

Harry tensed and slowly turned around to look up at Professor McGonagall.

“Er, evening, professor,” he said.

“Good evening,” she said. “I need to speak with you for a moment. Come with me.”

She walked away toward the Entrance Hall, and Harry followed after her. Stopping near the front doors, McGonagall turned back to him after a quick glance around to make sure they were alone.

“Professor Sinistra needs to see you in her classroom after the feast,” she said surprisingly softly.

“But I don’t take her class anymore,” Harry said.

“I’m well aware of that,” McGonagall said. “She has requested your… assistance. I’ll let her explain. Neither the headmaster nor myself are happy about this, but we have little other choice.”

“Professor, what-”

“It’s not my place,” she interrupted. “Professor Sinistra will explain it better than I can. Just… be discrete.”

Harry gave her a puzzled look as she suddenly walked past him and headed back into the Great Hall. Shaking his head, he followed after her and retook his seat at the Gryffindor table.

“What did Professor McGonagall want?” Hermione asked.

“Professor Sinistra wants me for something,” Harry shrugged. “It was pretty odd. She wouldn’t tell me much about it.”

“But you don’t even take Astronomy anymore,” Ron said.

“That’s what I said.”

“Well, you better see what she wants,” Hermione told him. “It could be important.”

Harry shrugged again and returned to his meal. After he’d eaten his fill and students began filing out of the hall to return to their common rooms for the night, he bid his friends goodbye and began the long trek up to the Astronomy Tower. The Astronomy Tower sat at the opposite end of the castle from Gryffindor Tower, and thanks to all the food he’d eaten, Harry had a stitch in his side before he was even hallway way to the top. The air around him grew cooler the higher he climbed, but thankfully, he was heading to Professor Sinistra’s office and not the Astronomy Tower itself, whose entrance was just across the hall.

Stopping outside her office, he knocked lightly on the door.

“Come in.”

Harry pushed the door open and stepped inside to a curious sight. The classroom looked as it usually did, except for a couple of chairs that had been moved around. One sat across from Professor Sinistra’s desk, where she currently sat, while the second sat next to it. It took him a moment to recognize the girl sitting in the chair as Lilith Moon. She was a Slytherin in his year. Unlike some other members of that house, Lilith was a quiet girl who kept to herself.

“Close the door and come have a seat,” Sinistra said.

As he did, she raised her wand and locked the door. Harry sat across from Professor Sinistra’s desk and glanced at Lilith. He’d never spent much time around her before and didn’t understand why he was being asked to do so now. Looking at her more closely, he noticed she looked paler than usual. Her light green eyes seemed dull, and her long, dark hair hung limply in front of her face as she hunched forward in her seat. She exuded an air of such tiredness that made him wonder if she was ill.

Professor Sinister folded her hands and watched him for a moment. She was the youngest professor at Hogwarts and easily the most attractive. Her face reminded him of supermodels he’d seen on the telly, and her ample bust and wide hips were easily visible despite her thick, crimson robe.

“Thank you for coming, Mr. Potter,” Sinistra said. “Professor Dumbledore assured me you would remain discrete, but I must still ask you to keep everything you hear tonight a secret. I’ll explain in a moment, but do I have your word nothing will leave this office?”

“Er, sure,” Harry said, his brow furrowed curiously.

“Thank you,” she said, reaching over to gently rest a hand on Lilith’s shoulder. “Tell me, have you heard of Ms. Moon’s condition?”

Harry shook his head.

“Excellent,” she continued. “Lilith here was attacked and bitten by a Vampire over the Summer. Despite the fact that she can no longer use a wand, Professor Dumbledore has allowed her to remain as a student. In order to keep up appearances, she’ll still need to attend some wand-focused classes. If you hear anyone asking questions, please let Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, or myself know immediately.”

“Oh, sure,” Harry said, relaxing back in his seat. “Of course.”

“Thank you,” Sinistra said, smiling softly for a moment. “Now, the reason I asked you here. I’m sure you’ve noticed the Educational Decrees Umbridge has recently passed?”

“They’re hard to miss,” he said.

“Indeed,” she smirked. “While Umbridge has been focused on the school, Minister Fudge has been passing similar laws in the Wizengamot. Recently, he passed a law making it illegal for vampires to ingest blood within Britain, punishable by death. I’m sure you can understand the problem this causes.”

Harry nodded.

“Thankfully, he’s just as ignorant as Umbridge. You see, vampires are sustained not by the blood itself but by the magic it contains. That’s why so few Muggles are ever bitten. It also means that blood isn’t the only bodily fluid vampires can ingest to survive. Saliva contains a small amount of magic, though not enough for them to sustain themselves. Semen, on the other hand…”

Professor Sinistra looked at Harry pointedly. He swallowed thickly and shifted in his seat, adjusting his robe to conceal his rapidly hardening erection. Looking over at Lilith, he blushed, turned back to Sinistra, and blushed even harder.

“Er, are you saying you want me to…?”

“Yes,” she said, her dark eyes sparkling amusedly. “Lilith will need to feed from you until the law can be repealed, likely until the end of the year, perhaps longer. Is that something you’d be willing to help her with?”

“Seriously?” Harry asked incredulously.

“I assure you, I’m very serious,” Sinistra said.

“How would I…?” Harry trailed off awkwardly, his blush intensifying and his erection hardening.

“You could always deposit it into a cup,” she smirked. “However, I think both of you will find the experience more pleasurable if she gets it directly from the source.”

Standing up, she walked around her desk and pulled a small vial filled with a blue potion out of her pocket.

“This is a Stamina Potion,” Sinistra said, handing it to him. You’ll need it, and I’ll need to stay for the duration. It's a school rule, I’m afraid. It’s for your safety. New vampires can sometimes get overzealous. Given the feeding method, I doubt that will be an issue this time; however, the rules must still be observed. Go on, drink up.”

With a mixture of nervousness and excitement, Harry popped the cork and down the potion. He grimaced at the bitter aftertaste and handed the empty vial back to Professor Sinistra, who smiled.

“You may feed now,” she said.

Lilith was out of her chair and kneeling between his legs in the blink of an eye. Grabbing the legs of his trousers, she tore them from his body with inhuman strength. Even his leather belt was snapped clean in half. Harry gripped the seat of his chair as his boxers were rendered into two pieces of scrap cloth, and his erection sprang free. Before he even had a chance to feel embarrassed about being exposed in front of his professor and a girl he hardly knew, Lilith dove forward and swallowed him whole.

Harry grunted, his eyes nearly crossing as his length was unceremoniously embedded in her tight throat. He groaned a moment later when she swallowed around him.

“I’m sorry, she’s really quite hungry,” Sinistra said. “Don’t try to hold back. Just give her what she needs.”

He let out a strangled groan and bucked his hips lightly before he realized what he was doing and stopped.

“No need to be shy. Vampires have no need for air, and you couldn’t hurt her if you tried. In fact, it would be better if you took control. I’m afraid Lilith has no experience with this sort of thing, and she’s not in the state of mind to learn at the moment.”

Harry thought she was doing just fine, though he did wonder how it would feel if she would bob her head a bit. Grabbing her head and lifting it a couple of inches, he began bucking his hips lightly and groaned at the sensation. Lilith seemed completely unbothered when he glanced down, so he went a little faster. It felt so good he sped up even more. Her nose bounced off of his pelvis each time he sheathed himself in her throat. In no time at all, he built to a peak, and he erupted.

Halfway through his climax, he realized he was holding his length buried in her throat and let go out of instinct before remembering he didn’t have to. It still turned out to be a good decision. Lilith pulled back to the tip and sucked so hard he thought he might pass out. She sucked every last drop from him before sitting back, swallowing, and letting out a sensual moan. The color returned to her cheeks as she trembled on her knees, one hand buried under her skirt.

Harry’s spent length throbbed excitedly as he watched her in the throes of an orgasm. She opened her eyes for a moment, and he noticed they had regained their vibrancy before she closed them again and scrunched her face up cutely. A tense shiver ran through her body before she suddenly relaxed and sighed as if experiencing great relief.

“Feeding usually causes vampires to orgasm,” Sinistra said, caressing Lilith’s hair gently. “Feel better, my dear?”

Lilith took a shuddering breath and nodded.

“Good. That should last you for a couple of weeks, but you should feed weekly just to be safe.”

Harry furrowed his brow.

“Er, professor, if it lasts a couple of weeks, why did I have to take the Stamina Potion?” he asked.

Sinistra looked up at him and smiled widely, revealing elongated, glistening canines.

“Lilith isn’t the only one that needs to be fed,” she said. “I trust you won’t mind feeding me as well?”

Before Harry could even comprehend what she’d said, let alone think of a response, Sinistra loosened her robe and dropped it to the ground. The only thing covering her body was a pair of black stockings on her legs connected to a garter belt around her waist. That was it. No bra. No knickers.

Her large, teardrop-shaped breasts swelled from her chest and tapered down to a thin waist before flaring out again to a set of wide hips. Her dark skin glistened in the moonlight pouring in through the window as Harry gazed at her perfect hourglass figure.

“I’ll take that as a ‘no,’” she smirked, eyeing his renewed erection.

Moving almost too fast for his eyes to follow, she dashed forward and straddled his waist. He groaned when she pinned his length between his stomach and her bald mound. His shirt received the same treatment as his trousers, rendered to a pile of tattered cloth on the floor. Sinistra licked her lips and her long, red-painted nails down his chest.

“Mmm, it’s been centuries since I’ve fed this way,” Sinistra murmured. “I try to avoid getting too attached to the living.”

Combing her fingers through his hair, she tilted his head back and kissed him passionately. Harry kissed her back, his tongue swirling around hers only for a moment before she yanked his head back, kissing and sucking the skin over his jugular.

“So brave,” she whispered, sucking hard. “Not even a flinch.”

He displayed his bravery again a moment later by trailing his hands down to her bum. Giving it a squeeze, he bucked his hips, grinding himself against her moist folds.

Sinistra chuckled, “Eager? Me too.”

In a quick, smooth movement, she lifted herself up, and suddenly Harry was buried in her depths.

“Bloody hell!” he exclaimed.

Lifting her head from his neck, she tossed her long, dark hair over her shoulder and started rolling her hips sensually in his lap. Admirably, his eyes remained on her face for a full three seconds before they dropped to stare at her bouncing breasts.

“Remember what I said about saliva, Mr. Potter?” she asked.

Harry didn’t get to respond before she pulled him forward, directing his lips to her stiff, dark brown nipple. He latched onto it eagerly and brought a hand up to cup the other one. Sinistra moaned and combed her fingers through his hair, nails lightly scraping his scalp.

“Be as rough as you like,” she encouraged. “Bite them, squeeze them, slap them.”

Biting down on her nipple, he squeezed harshly, drawing another moan from her lips as she rode him faster.

“Yes,” Sinistra hissed.

Harry sat back slightly and played with her breasts to his heart’s content. He spent several moments groping them roughly and slapping them together, fascinated by the way her flesh wobbled and shook before he eventually latched onto the other nipple and gave it the same treatment as the first.

Hearing another moan, it took him a second to realize it hadn’t come from Professor Sinistra. Glancing behind her, he saw Lilith, now completely naked, masturbating in her chair. Her perky, cone-shaped breasts bobbled and jiggled on her chest with every movement of her arm as she drove two fingers deep into her taut folds. Groaning with arousal, Harry bucked his hips, slamming his length deep into his professor. Turing his full attention back to her, he moved his hands back to her bum and used his grip to assist her movements.

“Are you close?” Sinistra asked.

“Yeah,” Harry nodded.

“Good,” she said, bringing her face close to his with a sultry look. “Feed me, Mr. Potter. I’m so hungry.”

Harry groaned and bucked up into her furiously a handful of times before he erupted in her depths. Sinistra moaned sensually, gyrating wildly in his lap as his climax triggered hers. Her folds contracted around him, coaxing him into emptying everything he had into her. Taking a shuddering breath, she kissed him tenderly and climbed off of his lap.

“You’ll come here every Tuesday to feed Lilith and every Friday to feed me,” Sinistra said, leaning back against her desk. “Both of you, no sex outside of my presence. We can’t risk breaking any rules with Umbridge in the castle. Even ones she’s unaware of. Lilith, you may come on Fridays, and if he has any energy after I’ve had my fill, you two can do what you like. I also encourage you to find a female lover in your dorms if possible. Saliva won’t sustain you, but it’ll take the edge off the cravings.”

Lilith nodded, and Harry felt himself harden again because of all the thoughts Professor Sinistra was putting in his head. She chuckled when she spotted it, her canines glistening.

“It appears Mr. Potter is intent on giving us our own Halloween Feast,” she smirked. “If you’re up for more, why don’t we continue this in my chambers?”

Harry and Lilith shared a glance and eagerly following her into the bedroom.