Harry Potter: S*x Oriented Hogwarts

Warning - Lucifer, the Devil is Billions of years old. 

Hermione with multiple personalities, her character's real age during sexual intercourse is 18+

(Hermione - Blessed by Amenadiel, time works differently for her, she has already surpassed age of 18+)

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When October had finally arrived, Oliver had walked up to Lucifer the day Quidditch practice would start and asked him to join them.

He, of course, agreed because he enjoyed Quidditch and wanted to stay on the team if he could, which was crazy to consider given that he was taking every class, but he'd make it work.

Even if he had to go back to before practice started and get more work done that way.

He stood in the locker room, dressed in his Quidditch Robes as Oliver gave them a speech.

While the speech was going on, Katie Bell was stealing numerous glances at him.

"Alright, Harry, I think we let Lucifer have at it first. That sounds good?" Oliver asked him.

"That sounds fine to me," Harry happily agreed to letting Lucifer go first.

He had his Nimbus Two-Thousand as opposed to his Firebolt, because, he wanted to keep that a secret for the first actual match he would get to play.

He was only a Reserve Seeker.

Everyone had been inspired by Oliver's speech, and went out with a renewed purpose.

They were getting the Quidditch Cup this year, and nothing, not even Sirius Black was going to stop them.

Lucifer, the Reserve Seeker, having caught every Golf Ball and/or Snitch that went flying,

After the initial evening, they had training three evenings a week, and that was presently okay with Lucifer.

He was a Reserve and was only going to allow Three because he was heavily occupied otherwise with his classes and the homework that came with them.

One evening in mid-October, Harry and Lucifer were walking back to the Common Room after training, talking about how great seeing that Silver Quidditch Cup belonging to Gryffindor's house would be.

When they got back, the Common
Room was buzzing with activity, which was a little unusual at this time of night.

"What's going on?" Harry asked as he and Lucifer stood near Hermione.

"Hogsmeade weekend," Fred pointed towards the notice board, "end of October, on Halloween.

"Excellent," George said, who had followed them there, "I need to visit Zonko's, I'm nearly out of Stink Pellets."

“Really? I'm so excited! This could be our first real date?!" Hermione said so fast Lucifer had to pause for a moment to catch up.

“Calm down, Hermione. We have all wee-”

“We could start by going to the Three Broomsticks, then we'll head over to the Shrieking Shack. Did you know it's been named the most haunted place in Britain? It'll be amazing! I can't wait!"

"We will do all of those things, Hermione. Just take a breather, all right? I need you conscious to go on a date with you."

"Okay..." Hermione stopped for a second and tried to gather herself.

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, but instantly broke into a smile. "I can't, I need to make a plan!"

She rushed off upstairs and grabbed some parchment and a quill then returned to Lucifer, then dragged him to an empty table.

For the next few minutes, Hermione started to draw a map of Hogsmeade, and list the places she wanted to visit with Lucifer.

“.....” Harry, who was quietly sitting across from both, looked at the couple pretty enviously.

Hermione obviously noticed the jealous gaze, from the black-haired boy, “Look, Harry. I'm sure you'll be able to go next time. They're bound to catch Black soon, he's been sighted once already!”

"Black's not fool enough to try anything in Hogsmeade," Ron said, with an excited mood, "Ask McGonagall if you can go this time, Harry, the next one might not be for ages-"

"Ronald!" Hermione said quickly, "Harry's supposed to stay in school"

"He can't be the only third-year left behind, go on, Harry. Ask McGonagall, go on, Harry-"

"Yeah, I think I will," he said, having made up his mind.

Hermione was about to argue when Crookshanks leapt up onto her lap, holding a dead spider in his mouth,

"Does he have to eat that in front of us?" Ron asked in a whiny voice.

"Clever, Crookshanks, did you catch that all by yourself?" Hermione asked, scratching Crookshanks behind his ear.

The cat slowly chewed up the spider, then began to stare insolently at Ron with a fixed, unblinking gaze.

Rowena flew in through an open window and perched herself on Lucifer's left shoulder.

"Hey, there," he said without looking up, getting started on his Astronomy homework.

Hermione was looking at the owl and saw that she too was staring at Ron.

“Just keep him over there, that's all," Ron said irritably, turning back to his star chart, "I've got Scabbers asleep in my bag."

Harry had pulled out his Star Chart to get to work on his as well.

Ron allowed Harry to copy off of him so he didn't have to spend so long on it.

"You'll never learn if you just copy," Lucifer said, again without lifting his head.

Hermione agreed and disapproved of copying, but she said nothing.

She looked back down at Crookshanks, petting him idly as she had long since finished her Star Chart.

Suddenly, and without warning, Crookshanks pounced on Ron's bag.

"OY!" Ron roared, seizing his bag, as Crookshanks sank four sets of claws deeply into it, and began tearing ferociously, "GET OFF, YOU STUPID ANIMAL!"

Ron tried to pull the bag away from Crookshanks, but the cat clung on, spitting and slashing.

"Ronald, don't hurt him!" Hermione squealed, quite obviously worried about her cat.

The whole Common Room began to watch everything unfold.

Ron whirled the bag around, Crookshanks still clinging to it, and Scabbers came flying out the top.

Rowena suddenly flew off of Lucifer's shoulder and soared right towards Scabbers, but she missed the tiny rodent by a fraction of a hair width and made a circular flying motion near the ceiling like a vulture, waiting for the carrion to be left alone.

Lucifer wasn't sure if his bird tried to save Scabbers or not, but he looked up at her with his eyes.

"CATCH THAT CAT!" He heard Ron yell, as Crookshanks freed himself from the remnants of the bag, sprang over the table and chased after the terrified Scabbers.

George made a lunge for Crookshanks but missed; Scabbers streaked through twenty pairs of legs and shot beneath an old chest of drawers.

Crookshanks skidded to a halt, crouched low on his bandy legs and started making furious swipes beneath the chest of drawers with his front paw.

Ron and Hermione both hurried over; Hermione grabbed Crookshanks around the middle and heaved him away.

Ron threw himself onto his stomach and, with great difficulty, pulled Scabbers out by the tail.

As he still had Scabbers by the tail, the rat was dangling, free for the taking, as Rowena swooped in and had the rat in her talons.

"Rowena!" Lucifer roared, staring at his owl.

She flapped her wings out of reach of everyone and hovered in place, looking at her Master.

"Drop. The. Rat." She was reluctant to, but when his eye glowed red, she begrudgingly dropped the rat to Ron, who was standing beneath her.

"Look at him!" He said furiously to Hermione, dangling Scabbers in front of her, "He's skin and bone! You keep that cat away from him!"

Lucifer stepped in between Ron and Hermione with how hostile he was acting towards her.

"C-Crookshanks doesn't understand it's wrong!" Hermione said through a shaking voice, "All cats chase rats, Ronald!"

"There's something funny about that animal," Ron said as he struggled to get the wriggling Scabbers into his pocket, "It heard me say that Scabbers was in my bag!"

"Oh, what rubbish," Hermione said impatiently, "Crookshanks could smell him, Ronald, how else do you think-"

"That cat's got it in for Scabbers," Ron said, ignoring the people around him, who were starting to laugh, "And Scabbers was here first, and he's ill-"

"Weasely, it's your job to look after your rat's health, isn't it? Besides, you've been calling him useless and barely paid attention to him in First and Second Year, why do you all of a sudden care now?" Lucifer asked him.

"And you!" Ron said, looking at him, "Your bird has all of a sudden taken an interest in doing what that cat has been doing. Why else would it have attacked Scabbers?"

"She. Rowena is a She, and Crookshanks is a He. They are not 'its'. And I don't know why she would, maybe it's an instinct thing? She hasn't really seen Scabbers until this year, and from what I can recall, that was her first time actually seeing the rat. Birds and Cats hunt rodents, it's just a natural fact, Wizarding Pets or not," Lucifer didn't know why anything was happening the way it did, but he wasn't going to let wild accusations fly about when one could argue that there is a basis of facts as to why his bird and Hermione's cat acted that way.

Even his lazy cat tried to eat Scabbers on the Hogwarts train.

Ron got sick of hearing them talking and stormed off towards the dormitory.

Hermione, holding onto Crookshanks, sat back down.

"Hermione... Crookshanks is half-Kneazle... he's an intelligent cat... I know you probably don't want to admit this, but it's entirely plausible that Crookshanks didn't know until Weasely said something," Lucifer spoke in a whisper that only she heard.

She didn't say anything, but let out a ragged sigh.

Lucifer didn't know what else to say, so he continued his Astronomy homework, having already gotten half of it done before that incident.

“There goes the mood of planning our first date. Why does Ron have to ruin everything for us?....” Hermione bit her tongue in nothing but annoyance.

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