The hallway of Hogwarts was dimly lit, the flickering light of the torches casting long shadows on the stone floor. Neville and Seamus stumbled down the corridor, both slightly drunk and rowdy after a night of underage drinking in the common room.
"Blimey, Neville, look at this," Seamus slurred, gesturing towards an open door. "An empty classroom, just waiting for us."
Neville grinned, "And what do you propose we do in this empty classroom, Seamus?"
Seamus waggled his eyebrows, "I'm sure we can think of something."
As they stepped into the classroom, they were met with an unexpected sight. Alecto Carrow, heavily inebriated and slumped against a table. Neville and Seamus exchanged a look, both thinking the same thing.
With some effort, they dragged Alecto into the classroom and laid her on the table, her skirt riding up to reveal her thick legs. Seamus couldn't help but make a comment, calling her a "generous Slytherin."
Alecto, still conscious but too drunk to resist, tried to push them away but her weak attempts only fueled their desire. Neville, feeling bold, pawed at her ample bosom, commenting on how "well-stocked" she was.
Seamus, not to be outdone, pulled out his wand and used a charm to make Alecto's hand move up and down his growing erection. He laughed, calling her a "helpful Hogwarts professor."
Alecto, horrified at what was happening, couldn't believe she was letting this happen. But her body betrayed her, and she found herself getting excited by their rough handling and crude comments.
Neville, noticing her body's response, decided to take things to the next level. He lifted her skirt and, despite her weak protests, entered her. He couldn't help but call her a "fat Slytherin whore" as he thrust into her.
Seamus, not wanting to be left out, joined in. He entered Alecto from behind, calling her a "plump professor" as he pounded into her.
Alecto, in a daze, found herself moving her hips to meet their thrusts. She was shocked at how much she was enjoying this, and hated herself for it.
Neville, noticing her enjoyment, decided to switch things up. He laid Alecto on her back and entered her again, this time more slowly. Seamus, not wanting to be left out, entered her from behind.
Alecto, completely lost in the moment, moaned as they filled her up. She couldn't believe how good this felt, and hated herself even more for it.
Seamus, unable to hold back any longer, came inside Alecto. Neville, not wanting to be outdone, followed suit.
They both stepped back, admiring their handiwork. Alecto, still dazed, couldn't believe what had just happened.
Neville and Seamus quickly cleaned up and left, leaving Alecto lying on the table, her skirt still hiked up.
Alecto, still drunk and in a daze, couldn't remember what had happened. But she could feel the soreness between her legs and the taste of something strange in her mouth.
She tried to shake off the feeling, but couldn't help but wonder what had happened. Little did she know, this was just the beginning.
As she stumbled back to her quarters, she couldn't shake the feeling of shame and excitement that was coursing through her veins. She knew she should be disgusted by what had happened, but she couldn't deny the pleasure she had felt.
She fell into her bed, still fully clothed and reeling from the events of the night. She couldn't believe she had let herself be used like that, but she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to do it again.
As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't shake the thought of Neville and Seamus, and the feeling of their hands on her body. She knew she should be ashamed, but she couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at the thought of another unexpected encounter.
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