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Chapter 9: Downward Spiral and Deviant Dreams



Downward ever downward the path of decadent debauchery we go! Never more to restrain our exaltation with remorse shall we be! Oh fear us ye who hate we proud in our dreams that deviate from your docile dogma! For we shall live on embracing our lust of life!-- Dora smashed out of her mind at her final parting with Andromeda Tonks.

Really I always knew that her mother’s denials would cause problems. Still even if she did marry a more open minded muggleborn there was the twisting self hatred her own mother instilled. Personally I think that Andy is mostly jealous of being able to do somewhat openly what she barely does in secret.-- Alice Longbottom on Andy ’the Randy and Handy’ Black.



After the nervous Tonks had delivered their orders, the pair had snogged her senseless before retreating leaving the blushing Tonks to scurry to her room for relief with her new toys that she had snuck past them. Since that day they had done more than snog enough to get her worked up. Still they were grateful that she was now willingly kissing them back and was more and more hesitant when they asked her if she was ready for more.

The routine of go to class, find Tonks, snog her mad and leave when she gets reluctant for more was pleasant and had led to them breaking in nooks and crannies as well as unused classrooms and closets to sate their ramped up hormones while Tonks bolted to her room to get relief. Still they knew that they would need to buckle down in their somewhat overzealous sudden sexual spree. Well maybe not yet as they were getting plenty of sleep and they were still ahead on classes as well as spending the night devouring as much of the main library as they could. So until the rest of the students even their own housemates caught up there was little reason to rush to soon.

Kiki was wandering the halls at night finding things that no living magical could easily find as well as gorging herself on the rats and other non safe prey she finds. The inbuilt notice me not charm was a godsend and as she had a real magic castle to explore was acting like the child she had never lived to be. Some would wonder why the House Elves never mentioned her, but their mutual service made sense to each and they passed without bothering each other besides the elves liked the way that she removed the vermin similar to the wizards’ familiars. Mostly Kiki was grateful not to have to follow them to classes as her boredom would have led to people believing Peeves was willing to disturb classes when he would bother people in the halls but never ever interrupt classes.

The increased activities of the pair led to an increased appetite and plenty of time was spent trying to find the kitchens as the amount they were eating at meals was becoming more noticeable. Given the odds of who had explored enough of the castle, Harry had started to ponder how the Weasley twins pulled off their pranks and how they avoided Filch. Harry knew how he did and was wondering how they did as well as observing their pranks to see what ideas to add for the plan to use on Ronald ‘Foot in the mouth’ Weasley and Draco ‘My Father’ Malfoy.

Harry was aware of rumors of certain hidden areas and things in the castle and while he had no inclination to investigate the blatant trap on the third floor the known fact that there had to be an entrance to the Kitchens was becoming more pressing unless they started to go and hunt in the forest more than scouting the edges. Fang had been rather informative on that as he had wandered enough with Hagrid to know where the non safe areas were. It had not really surprised Harry that there were giant spiders as well centaurs in the forest. Still if push came to shove and the Weasley stake out didn’t lead to the kitchens and more food soon they would need to do more than pick off the common prey animals to compensate their habits. If it had not been for the knowledge of mermaids being in the lake there would have been plenty of sea animals to snack on while not antagonizing the squid.

On the Dora-Tonks situation, it was as if each time they could tell the no was becoming a yes or more likely the yes was going to stay one soon enough. Then they might get to try the toys that they had the flustered and flushed girl buy for them that while were overlooked by wizards and some witches something that the muggleborn or raised might associate with sex or sexual activities and games. Tonks had neglected to confess to the entirety of what her trip had been and the two had not pressed for too many details yet.

All of that had passed through the waiting pairs minds or at least parts of it as each had a different view on the situation. While they enjoyed the games they were playing, the time spent involved could be used more efficiently once the conflict in their reluctant lover was resolved. A little more time on work than play would be needed even if they were overcompensating for how often they had forgotten to play with their work. Still the pair had some time to kill before dinner and thus they were hidden in one of the numerous spots along the corridors waiting for their prey so they could play...

“So what do you plan to do now?” Hermione asked as they waited at the end of the day for Tonks to walk by. “We have been slowly working to get her more open and already she is more than willing to snog one or both of us.”

“Have you ever wondered how the Twins pull off what they do?” Harry asked with a wry smirk. “Ever notice how they never really get caught when it is important though they let themselves get caught in little things.”

“It is an interesting question,” Hermione said after a moment’s thought. “So how did they do it? We have an idea how the Headmaster is able to know what happens here, but the twins seem unlikely to have the necessary capitol to gain the influence of those involved.”

“They could tell when we were around and it took some effort but it turns out that they have a map,” Harry said with a bit of humor in his eyes. “It shows people, ghosts, animals as well as shows what the passwords to various areas are there is however something that it does not pick up…”

“Kiki,” Hermione said with a start. “Somehow she doesn’t show on this map does she?”

“Oddly enough she doesn’t and with how good she is at not being spotted,” Harry began with a positively diabolic grin.

“You were able to get reliable information on where the twins go and several passwords and triggers that we hadn’t found yet,” Hermione said with realization. “So what did you find out that was so useful?”

“House Elves,” Harry said with a purr in his voice. “Despite the work that Filch does most of the unnoticed stuff is handled by House Elves. They cook, clean and otherwise maintain the castle although it seems odd to have a human do a job like mopping by hand except if potion residue was involved.”

“Something to investigate about Filch than,” Hermione said with a smirk. “A good example of not just what you know or who you know…”

“But of what you know about who you know,” Harry finished with mischief practically oozing from him. “There has to be a way to either create something similar or make a copy of that map. The most useful thing at present is that we now know where the kitchens are…”

“Popcorn?” Hermione asked in realization. “You think whoever is not actively winding Tonks up should be able to enjoy the entertainment. Though I would prefer something else when we finally give those two gits what they have coming to them!”

“It doesn’t have to be popcorn though it seems that it is a purely muggle thing the poor dears,” Harry said with what actually sounded like pity in his voice. “Still there is the fact that getting our hands on the map would make this game a bit easier than again where is the fun without a challenge?”

“It would allow us to see what has been found by whoever made that map as well as the twins,” Hermione conceded. “Though I do have to wonder about these House Elves…”

“They seem to be dependent on someone to serve to survive as well as function,” Harry said as he thought over what he had found on the subject. “They are generally found in the older families and are in part a sign of status as the family thus does not need to exert their own magic or muscle to maintain things. I had been tempted to pick one up but given that the Potters were at least an established family that there may be one somewhere and I am just unable to claim it as I am not officially the head of family. Given the information though one should have appeared at the Dursley’s long ago given how things were.”

“Perhaps they were informed that you were not ready and whoever it was guaranteed that you were safe,” Hermione added in conjecture. “Considering what you said about your accounts at Gringott’s…”

“That would seem reasonable,” Harry said as he turned to see Tonks coming down the Hall. “So I think snog, snack and some more fun after that?”

“Works for me,” Hermione said as Tonks passed in the back of the group. “Still got to snag our snogee…”

As soon as that left her lips Hermione smirked and reached out and snagged the still daydreaming Dora. Dora’s eyes went wide as she felt a strong hand wrap around her before her mouth was covered not with a hand as she had first feared but a very tender set of lips pressing to hers. She blinked as she settled into the darkness of the nook and felt a second pair of lips start to tease her cheek before nipping a slow and gentle trail down her neck.

With her lips open in shock at first she had been unprepared for the sudden delving of a tongue intent on tasting her mouth. Two different pairs of arms wrapped around her in a hug. The soft lips wrapped around to rest on her hips after having copped a quick feel of her ass before a definitely male presence was felt behind her. From the feeling of a pair of excited extended nipples being rubbed against her the person currently plundering her mouth to drive her from distracted to desirous was female.

‘Is there no where I am safe from these two?’ Tonks thought in shock as she surrendered into the rising passion induced by the mutual kisses and teasing. ‘They started with giving me chase kisses and asking if I was ready for more. To make matters more difficult they did so when they got me worked up enough to almost beg for them to make me cum! They keep grabbing me and kissing me to the point of needing to get off and they just leave when I am almost ready to tear my clothes off and just surrender to get some relief.’

“Oh delicious delectable Dora,” Harry whispered into her ear. “We know you like this. We know you want more, but we really do need you to tell us what you want. While it is entertaining watching you try to deny what you want and need you will eventually admit that you cannot stay in denial.”

As her mouth was busily being shared with Hermione, all Dora could do was moan into the kiss as their hands teased her clothe covered form always approaching but never fondling her enough to grant release. So worked up was she in this current session of the pairs mutual and separate encounters of pounce and persuade, Dora didn’t notice that instead of her hands pushing away they were pulling Hermione to her. Her right hand was fondling Hermione’s ass while her left was pressing her head to her to keep their lips touching.

When Harry wrapped both of them into his arms, he pulled them close squeezing Tonks between them and pressing their hips together while he ground into her flushed ass. So far they had not directly touched her since that morning as they had allowed her to set a pace and slowly drive her to the point of allowing more. There was no point to the game if she surrendered immediately and let them take turns fucking her face before cuming over her face and tits even if they would have enjoyed that the anticipation was thrilling. Now as they were as worked up as she was, they proceeded to take care of each other while Tonks was left to try to find a place to masturbate to get some relief. Still when they did so when they didn’t have time they tended to be less aware during class though they never showed how distracted they would rather be unlike Tonks who was left high and dry or wet as the case was more often than not.

‘She is coming along nicely,’ Hermione thought as she indulged in tasting her current attractions lips and mouth. ‘Delicious Dora is even if I haven’t gotten to sample her sweetness since that morning. She seems to be having some sweeter foods and I can taste a rather significant increase in chocolate and fruit to her scent and taste. A shame that I don’t think she is ready for me to flip her skirt up and lick her to my hearts and her pussy’s content. Still Harry has been even more intense after these sessions and with a ready supply from the kitchen there is some more things I want to try…’

“Dora oh delectable Dora,” Harry purred into her ear as he finished trailing up to tease what he had found to be a very sensitive spot behind her ears before giving a playful nip to her earlobes causing her to make a moan easily heard even through her joined lips as well as felt by both of them as she shivered and shuddered. “Are you ready for some more this time? You seem to be rather eager to get one of our tongues down your throat while one of us teases all these spots you seem to enjoy us discovering. So are you ready for something more than kissing? Is your needy little wet pussy ready to be petted like a good pet?”

‘Oh god!’ she thought in shock. ‘Hermione nearly made me soak my panties completely earlier with her dirty talk. Hearing it from the Black Prince of Ravenclaw is worse!’

Hermione was barely able to cut off vocally swearing and pouting when she felt Harry pinch her left ass cheek while Dora was still squeezing her right. That had been the agreed on sign to let Tonks speak in something other than with her tongue dueling. Just when she had been ready to spread the girls ass so Harry could grind between to drive Tonks more into submitting or at least begging for them to make her cum before they could get her to play with them.

As soon as she let Tonk’s lips free, Hermione darted her mouth and began to neck with the older girl. She was going to make it damn hard for Dora to hide that someone was interested in her and if someone else continued to sniff around their girl there would be trouble. Still she was fairly certain only a complete hormone addled twit would try something after what Harry did to that seventh year what’s his name. Ah well as the boy had been sufficiently cowed by their actions it was unimportant. If he however tried anything she would make sure that being castrated would be the least painful physically, emotionally and socially of his problems. There had been a faint smoke to Harry’s hands when he had almost crushed the fool’s windpipe and it was something that they would need to look into.

“Oh lord! Yes!” Tonks emphatically said as the pair worked her neck over while both her hands pulled Hermione’s ass to grind their covered sexes together.

“You want Hermione to make you cum don’t you?” Harry asked the aroused girl while Hermione rubbed against her while making sure that a trail of hickies and love bites adorned her right side of her neck. “Or would you rather have me finger fuck you while Hermione watches you cum? You can even squirt on her face if you cum hard enough.”

“Yes!” Tonks said as she writhed between the two. “I can’t stand the teasing anymore!”

“So which do you want to start with?” Hermione purred into her right ear. “His fingers worming their way inside your dripping eager hungry little hole stretching you while his thumb teases your stiff throbbing clit or having me slide my thin lithe fingers inside you before tormenting your inflamed and engorged with arousal slit with my tongue?”

“Or would you rather have Hermione burry her face in your seeping sodden slutty cunt as she fucks you with her eager tongue before sliding her fingers to stroke your pussy while she sucks your clit like you wants your throbbing tits to be?” Harry huskily breathed into her ears causing shivers to run through the panting girl. “There is always the option for us to play with your tits and twat at the same time. So tell us Dora darling how far and which way you want to cum?”

“I don’t care just let me cum!” Dora shouted in a whimpering begging voice. “It hasn’t been the same since that morning…”

“You miss us more than you were willing to admit,” Hermione said as she teased Dora’s face. “Still you only want us when we get you worked up. When we get you ready the last few times you lied to us.”

“You said that it was wrong,” Harry said as his hand snaked between the two to pull her against him. “That we were too young to know what we were doing was wrong.”

“Yet after we left you cried and ran to somewhere didn’t you?”Hermione asked as her hands slowly slid under Dora’s skirt. “You went off on your own and tried to get yourself off. It just wasn’t the same was it? You most likely fingered yourself trying to stuff your sodden box with your fingers while your other hand was elsewhere!”

“I masturbated in the shower that first morning and I came hard thinking about what we did,” Dora admitted with a sob. “I tried to get myself off after you worked me up every time these past few days. I only came with any intensity when I thought about you both of you.”

“So you admit that you are attracted to us,” Harry said as he moved his hands to cup her breasts through her blouse. “But will it last after you cum? You also never said what you all did to yourself to make you cum since you wouldn’t admit you wanted us to get you off!”

“I shoved two fingers into my twat while my thumb diddled my clit!” Dora shouted as Hermione’s fingers teased the edge of her panties. “I teased my tits and even knelt ass up and spanked myself while I yelled out what you did and what I wanted you to do to me!”

“That made you cum like a firecracker didn’t it?” Hermione asked as she ran her hand across Dora’s panty covered pussy. “You didn’t just like what you did then you wanted more!”

“Oh god, yes!” Dora said as Hermione’s hand cupped her sex through her soaked panties.

“You loved feeling your ass spanked!” Harry stated as he rubbed himself against her skirt. “You came like a sex started slut when I bent you over and swatted your ass until it was aching and red all over!”

“Fuck yeah I came like a good slut!” Dora cried as her fantasies and recollections mixed. “Good sluts get to cum hard when their fucked, don’t they?”

“Oh yeah they do,” Hermione purred as her fingers felt Dora’s lips as they sucked her wet and stretched panties inward. “You came hard so many times that night that must mean you are a good little slut.”

“I am a good slut,” Dora churned as Hermione rubbed her panties roughly against her aroused mound. “What else do good sluts do?”

“They suck their master’s cock of course,” Hermione said as Dora whimpered getting closer and closer. “They do more than that as well.”

“What else should I do?” Dora mewed as she panted from their actions stimulating her mind and body. “I have only sucked one cock though I wasn’t sure it would be like it was…”

“You cum when your master wishes you to,” Harry said into her ear. “You cum because it is what I want as it makes me happy and your pleasure is my pleasure.”

“Master’s pleasure is my pleasure,” Dora murmured as her breathing became more labored and her body flushed and sweaty from her excitement.

“Master makes us cum because he loves us,” Hermione said with a happy smile on her face. “We love him and he protects us and pleasures us. Is it wrong that he finds pleasure in our bodies?”

“No!” Dora shouted in vehemously vocal denial.

“Then let yourself go,” Harry commanded as Hermione kneeled in front of the girl and barely had time to marvel at Dora’s aroused sex after peeling her panties down enough and drew near enough to kiss it. “Cum!”

That was it and the girl could do no more arching forward and cuming hard. Hermione closed her eyes just in time as Dora did more than dribble and sprayed the kneeling girl. Shuddering against Harry, Dora continued to shout out her appreciation. Most of it was disjoined but the most repeated words were Oh, God, Cuming and Master although not necessarily in that order.

Supporting the shuddering girl as her knees had gone weak and barely managed to not set her down onto Hermione’s tilted face, Harry slowly murmured reassuring words to try to keep her from backsliding. Things had not gone to plan and they had only hoped to kiss her and feel her up maybe shudder and soak her panties. There was the risk of repression and regression now.

“Hmmm,” Hermione said from where she was smiling on the floor. “That was fun and tasty too! Still we need to get some real food.”

“I know,” Harry said with a grin as he helped her up and kissed her. “I don’t think that Dora here would like to be carried off in her present state.”

“We could go to the kitchens and get some food,” Hermione proposed as soon as she felt calmed a bit and her face licked clean. “We will have to cram a bit to get to cover those things you wanted to try. I know I have been focusing too much on the wand magic and that even you don’t have enough time to practice both as extensively as you would like.”

“You mean the fact that based on the letter my apprentices sent that they are catching up quickly do to the lack of challenge at school,” Harry said with a sigh. “The main problem is the portraits finding out as they are a bit harder to control than the ghosts. I do have to admit that it is a very useful monitoring system and most overlook it.”

“Like house elves,” Hermione said with a start. “Given the Victorian notions servants are likely to not be heard or seen thus readily overlooked.”

“You forget that they cannot reveal their master’s secrets or disobey a direct order,” Harry rebuked her with. “Thus they are not an ideal spy system although if one could have a house elf among the elves than some information could be gathered. It is something to look into in the future. Now for the time being some food to quench our appetites and hopefully find some more about things considering what can be overheard that would not be their master’s secrets.”

“You’re thinking of seeing if they gossip and if indirect information could be gained!” Hermione practically screamed in realization. “How do we know that they haven’t told the headmaster of our head of house things about us then?”

“Well there are some rumors about things that they cannot reveal for certain people,” Harry said with a blush. “Now while I was not able to properly claim my inheritance outside the main office of Gringott’s that does not mean that there was not some information acquired. One of them was an incident involving my family and their house elves. Rumors indicate that a number of elves were sent here and do to the circumstances that it is likely that at least one of the family’s elves is the one cleaning up after us.”

“Well that explains the lack of professors questioning us,” Hermione said. “I take it that there are some issues with privacy here as well?”

“Yes,” Harry admitted as they headed to the kitchens. “Still at least a part of things is that what happens in private tends to stay private. No one likes to air their dirty laundry and they are quite insistent on that here as a matter of image.”

The pair stopped at a painting that had an oddly interesting pear. Watching Harry reach out and tickle it before a door opened, Hermione suppressed a groan. There were far too many secret and hidden things in the castle to explore. The library was daunting enough as it was to even attempt to get through most if not all of the books. For a moment looking for rituals to either cut back more on sleep or allow for improved mental clarity for a perfect photo recall passed through her mind. No it would be too much like cheating doing that similar to wit sharpening or memory enhancement potions for her taste.

“Welcome to Hogwart’s kitchen,” Harry said as he walked in with Hermione on his arm. “See the elves are busy and happy.”

“Is there anything we can do for young masters?” one of the elves asked with a hopeful look.

“I see that they are happy,” Hermione said with a warm smile. “So did you have something in mind?”

“I take it that there is more available than what is just at the tables?” Harry asked and when the elf nodded continued. “So what do you feel like and do you think providing some new recipes would be a good thing?”

“Variety is good,” Hermione said with a thought. “Now what we need is something with a lot of protein but lean so chicken for the meat and something flavorful that compliments yet isn’t difficult to carry. Hmmm… Chicken with a mix of spices and vegetables both grilled with a pasta something sweet in flavor served in a desert so everything is there. Can you do that for us?”

“Yes mistress,” the elf said with a nod to the other gathered elves. “Anything else mistress?”

“Yes,” Hermione said after a moment’s thought. “Do you have any juice besides pumpkin and could you blend them together?”

“Yes mistress,” the elf replied with a bob of its head. “Which juices mistress?”

“Pomegranate, apple, cherry, raspberry, peach and orange for the main juices with a slight bit of tomato, pineapple and white grape mixed,” Hermione said after a pause. “Yes that would work well and a good mix of flavors and nutrients to be enjoyable.”

“It shall be done mistress,” the elf said before joining the others in their mad movements.

“See happy,” Harry said looking at the elves and seeing them enjoying their work and thus lives. “Still a shame that most let boredom set in with the tasks they provide.”

“Hmm,” Hermione said as she drank a sip of the provided juice. “Yes they are happy and the juice is mixed quite well. Thank you.”

That brought a teary eye to the elf before returning to work with a new vigor. This one appreciated the work they did! The other elves seemed to keen under the praise and their cooking went back to full swing.

“So since they are in need of more variety in food,” Hermione said as she watched the look on Harry’s face as he cautiously sipped the juice before almost chugging it. “Perhaps we should talk about our food being a bit more specific.”

“Your parents are sending mail worrying about the food and its effect on your teeth,” Harry said in realization. “Well it is nice to see that some parents care. Besides given what we have seen in the general fair of food there is a lot to be desired.”

“High energy food makes sense considering magic is physically draining in its use,” Hermione said with a sigh. “Still eating without regard to more than filling the belly is an offensive thing.”

“You just want to see if you can try new tastes,” Harry teased as the elves were not going to talk anyways so like in private acted thus. “Still if enough eat like that it is no wonder so many have such shoddy teeth and other problems. The Weasley’s eating habits are quite offensive to everyone even his brothers.”

“I am actually amazed that the Twins didn’t see if the elves would be willing to add things to food for pranks if they don’t really harm anyone,” Hermione said as she digested the thought of the Twins only sneaking food from the kitchens and not pranks into the kitchen. “Less stress in the school is a good thing.”

“We is not supposed to be doing that,” one of the other elves said. “Still masters never said that we could not do so…”

“Well it seems that we have a better means of delivery now,” Harry said as the elves brought the requested food over in addition to a tray of snack sand other similar things. “You are all good and efficient elves.”

The praise worked as anticipated and all the elves actually blushed. It took Hermione a moment to equate the reason for it. They were like any person whose identity is based on another and in their case service to their wizard or witch masters. Given how they acted Hermione wondered if she beamed like that whenever Harry praised her. It would be interesting to have a picture of that if it was true.

After a quick discussion on the slight variety added to their daily meals, the pair again thanked the elves and made their leave. It had been interesting and the positives gained were worth it. Still the issues of balancing their objectives were creating some stress again. If it hadn’t been for all of the endorphins, dopamine and increased serotonin from the sex, it was likely that her hair would frazzle and she would have worked herself to death.

‘So good,’ Hermione thought as she nibbled on some of the snacks with her body having a sugar high from the sweets binge, ‘besides I can indulge with all the exercise and not have to deal with becoming fat though if I don’t keep up with my bodies demands I would become nothing but skin and bones and that just looks ugly. Well that and the loss of curves would such as I was just getting used to them.’

As the two made their way back to the nook where they had left Dora to recover under some serious notice me not charms, they were relaxed and grateful that it seemed that Dora this time was out and would not regress. Hopefully the division between Dora and Tonks would become less as it was scary to see how split their friend was well more like willing plaything at times but still they felt attached.

“House elves rule,” Hermione said as she continued with her snacking binge. “To think that I might not have accepted them if we hadn’t met, it seems that things have become more clear at times.”

“I thought it would be more of the notion that people would like that sort of behavior as offensive to the notions of female self identity that you had pounded into your head,” Harry said with a sigh as he nibbled on his own snack. “Add to that most adults seem to not want to talk about sex and sexual matters properly without sugar coating it or worse lying about how things are, is sadly a current part of the culture. It just seems worse here though.”

“You mean the positively antiquated norms that you noticed though it seems that Knocturn was more of an extreme than Diagon,” Hermione commented as she enjoyed her ice cream mix. “It seems from what we learn that wizards are slower to change and seem almost Victorian in their values.”

“Well given that one of the testers for OWLS is still alive and tested Dumbledore when he was a fifth year it shows why they are slow to change,” Harry said with a sigh. “Still changing quickly leads to other issues. It would be rude to walk in and try to force them to change to conform to our views. I would prefer if they would just let us be, but given how there is a rise in regulations especially if one is not a so called pureblood that does not seem likely.”

“Sad but likely true,” Hermione agreed as she let her tongue do positively indecent things to her ice cream which oddly seemed as practice for what she hoped Dora would be ready to do. “Consider how little skin being shown they think is indecent, it is no wonder though given their interest in lineage and other things.”

“You are still upset that while muggles constrained their nobilities, the wizards seemed to keep a caste system in place,” Harry said feeling he was beating a dead horse. “So what if the system sucks? It just takes time to change it and while you may oppose the system in general there are aspects that make sense.”

“If for whatever logical reasons they were originally I don’t see the need to have a patron for such matters,” Hermione said with a frown.”Not that I would have issues with that with you sponsoring me, but I rather dislike the way it limits things.”

“One likely reason was evidence in the loss of aspects of culture that they see and with those unwilling to at least view things without imposing what the people here would see as bizarre foreign notions things would deteriorate,” Harry said as he wrapped an arm to hold her closer. “Also having someone sponsoring you to make sure you understand the culture and don’t give offense by being ignorant does hold value if you view it as two different parallel cultures interacting.”

“You have been spending too much time with the dead to be so informed about such matters,” Hermione said with a frown as they approached the edge of the silencing ward they had placed before while waiting for Dora to pass bye. “A shame that we can’t extract more information from the ghosts here…”

“True,” Harry conceded again irritated at the wards and the monitoring that would alert people if they tried to be a little less than subtle in their enquires. “Still we can ask although it seems that people don’t think…”

The two grew silent as the heard the muffled whimpering that was the opposite of what they had expected. They had left Dora to awaken from the intense orgasm that had left her asleep still shuddering as she was gently placed down on the cushioned floor to recline against the also spelled cushioned wall. They did not expect anything but a rather happy girl that might be up for going a bit further this time or actually officially and without duress sexual accept their relationship.

“Oh Merlin what did I do,” Tonks sobbed as she had sat with her back to the wall and her knees held to her body. “I let them touch me again. I was such a bad girl. Good girls don’t gain pleasure from a girl kissing them. They don’t yell out at how the like a girl touching them there. Bad Tonks! You have to be a good girl! Good girls don’t do that to other girls.”

“Great,” Hermione said as she saw the complete one eighty their friend experienced. “Just when I was hoping she would be willing to give instead of just receiving. You got an explanation for this?”

“You mean besides there being two dissimilar inclinations here,” Harry said with a sigh as he looked at the girl who while looking like Dora was Tonks. “You may have been too into your verbal stimulations but recall what she admitted…”

“Oh,” Hermione said as she scrunched her nose and a frown marred her face. “Tonks repressed her first sexual stimulation and continued to do so leaving Dora at least her personality when horny to over compensate for the repression that she was suffering. This would be so much easier if you would just have shagged her silly or better yet buggered her to submission until she got over her regressing.”

“Channeling Anne and her fixation huh?” Harry asked as he saw the completely different body language radiating from their once and they kept hoping for again lover. “I can get why a good shag would have been beneficial. The body would recall even if the mind suppressed the reality of the experience. So why would it be better if I had as you would say properly, sodomized the silly dear?”

“Anne told me why she is fixated with her ass and more accurately plotting to have you hold her down and slam your dick into her ass until she was reamed and raw even if she had to be torn up and bleeding,” Hermione said with a smirk as she tried to let other thoughts than that Dora would not be up for some action to drive Harry even more into accepting his libido and eventually having sex, fucking as well as even making love even as she clenched around her preparatory toy. “If the twit had asked her, she likely would have been on her knees with her cheeks spread and been willing to have him take her with and without lubrication. She admitted that she felt completely submissive in those moments but because of the man’s idiocy it never went from nonconsensual to consensual encounters. Hell if he had actually tried seduction as well as force there would have been no real problem besides the law.”

“Why do you think I was so cautious about the situation?” Harry asked as he looked at Tonks with a frown. “Anne practically screams to anyone looking I like to be used so please use me! The problem is most people that can understand her signals would either be unwilling to do so because of the laws or prefer to take advantage of the situation leaving her unable to cope without someone in control. Likely she would have dated young but not as young as she was and likely gone with anything the guy she was with wanted. Now while I may not be normal I do see that leaving her alone would just be like throwing a bleeding person to the sharks.”

There were several moments of relative silence as all there was the two standing there with Tonks sobbing on the ground telling herself how bad and naughty she was. If either had been willing to believe this was a plan to get a good spanking things might have happened quicker than either of the two already aroused teens would have been already comfortable with. Part of Hermione wanted nothing more than to grab the sobbing form of Tonks and grind her arousal against the girl until she was satisfied while venting at the opportunity wasted by her regression. Well it was equally mixed with the strong desire to once more flip her skirt up and yank her panties down and watch as Harry spanked her before adding to the Metamorph her own plug.

She had hoped to do something of the sort or at least get a go at that herself. They had such nice toys and she contemplated a few future ideas. It was a shame that certain shops were even more of word by mouth than their mundane counterparts. Hermione did not however know of Tonks current secret to a source of toys already enchanted. If she had Hermione would likely have hung the girl and worked her over so much that Dora would be unable and unwilling to allow her more prudish self to ever regain control.

“You know despite what the available literature says that makes sense,” Hermione said as things shifted into a clearer perspective even if it was as unwanted as it was. “So how do we handle the Dora/Tonks situation?”

“Keep on what we are doing as it is working, slowly but working,” Harry said with a sigh. “Tonks is up to kissing and hugging even with the whole girls shouldn’t with other girls besides maybe practicing thing. Dora however seems almost to the point where she was ready to be stripped and willing to play.”

“Dora seems to have a set of kinks in regards to punishment,” Hermione said as she looked at the girl and resisted the urge to simply yank her up and have her lay across one of their laps before tanning that tart’s tender tush. “There are definitely things to explore with that in the future. Alice did however say that they have a new source for information I think it was supposed to be a surprise for the Christmas though.”

“So they got someone with either a fake ID or got someone at least sixteen to get into a sex shop,” Harry said after a moment’s thought. “Shame that Dora is unable to come out for a while as Tonks would bolt if we tried to get her back into the horny enough to take me now stage.”

“Pity,” Hermione said with a frown. “I take it that you don’t think kissing her with more than a tongue involved wouldn’t spook her and set us back?”

“Unfortunately,” Harry said with a sigh. “I know you wanted to get back to having a co girl for oral fun but Dora while ready is too easily pushed back by Tonks. It will just take a bit more time.”

“We shouldn’t leave her here though,” Hermione said with a sigh. “It would be worse if we had left Dora here without the current setup. Dora would have been likely to do anything if she was randy enough. Still I almost wish the risk of alienating her didn’t keep us from just punishing her back to rights…”

“We can test both of those ideas later,” Harry said as he knelt next to the sobbing shimmery eyed girl even as she reeked of both shame and recent passionately willing ecstasy. “Tonks come back to us Tonks. You just let yourself get a little over eager. You didn’t do anything wrong and we are not upset with you nor do we think badly about you.”

“You both called me a dirty slut,” Tonks whimpered. “I wanted to do dirty things with you!”

“Tonks oh so wonderfully silly Tonks,” Hermione chided her comfortingly. “We didn’t mean it in a bad way. Sometimes when people care about each other they say things which don’t exactly mean what they seem to mean. I meant that you were having fun and by saying those things it made you feel better which made us feel better.”

“It would be different if a stranger called you that,” Harry said hugging her on one side while Hermione did the same to the other. “It was something private and intimate between us. Just because you enjoy something doesn’t mean it has to be bad.”

“But mum says,” Tonks started to say before sniffling, “that only bad girls do things like that. I don’t want to be a bad girl!”

“Now calm down and tell us what was bad that happened,” Hermione said as she restrained herself from just teasing the girl enough to bring Dora back. “It felt good didn’t it? I know I enjoyed what I was doing and Harry did as well. You were just helping your friends to feel good.”

“That night I was a very bad girl,” Tonks said almost whispering she was talking so quietly. “I let you touch me and I touched you there and even kissed you on your mouth and there as well.”

“Calm down Tonks,” Harry said as she started to get worked up and not in the way they wanted. “It felt good like getting hugged only much stronger, yes?”

“Yes,” she reluctantly admitted. “I don’t want to do bad things though…”

“It doesn’t hurt us or you so why are they bad?” Hermione asked hiding her frustration. “Did your mummy say it was bad to feel happy when you are hugged or kissed?”

Tonks shook her head at that. There was something that she wanted to confess to. She hadn’t told them all of what happened when she was in Hogsmeade or the options she had gained let alone the fact that when she was out of class she readily used the toys she had gotten to keep Dora placated. Before she could say something odd Hermione held her finger to her lips keeping her silent.

“Shh, Tonks,” Hermione chided her. “Just listen to us will you. There is more to being loved and loving someone than just hugs and kisses. Sometimes when two people really race about each other, when they feel a need for comfort or even when they just want to feel good again they do things. Do you really want me to never kiss you again?”

“No,” Tonks admitted with a sad look at the thought of that. “I like being kissed by both of you…”

“Good girl,” Hermione said before leaning in and giving Tonks a barely chase kiss. “See that wasn’t bad and there is no reason for us not to do that again.”

“It may have seemed that we were doing bad or naughty things,” Harry explained to the regressed girl softly, “but that was not the case. We were merely trying to make you feel good again. We know that you have been trying to make yourself feel as good as you did that day, but it wasn’t quite the same was it?”

“No,” Tonks said with a sad frown. “I don’t know why though.”

“The mind,” Hermione said as she rested her head against the other’s shoulder and gently drew in and savored her scent. “The body knows what it wants and needs, but at times the mind does not know why it is so. The mind as well realized the need for closeness as well as the pleasures that someone else being with you and helping you feel good provides.”

“Now stop being sad,” Harry said as he helped her up. “We understand that you went faster than you were ready for still, but we will wait.”

“Just don’t think that we won’t try to figure out how far you want to go,” Hermione said as she pressed herself against Tonks. “You can deceive yourself and others, but you can’t deceive your body. We can tell when you try to deceive us and to us your body is glaring in what it really wants and needs.”

“So dear friend,” Harry said as they helped her to maneuver the halls quickly and unnoticed. “We will wait but we will help you accept what you want.”

“Yes darling,” Hermione purred as they approached the steps. “Now get some sleep. Things will be clearer soon.”

After Tonks nodded in agreement, the two kissed her before letting her ascend the stairs to her room. Hermione had been getting frustrated and had been tempted to follow her to her room and get Tonks aroused enough to sit on her face since Tonks had squirted on hers while she had been unable to get satisfactionately sated and satisfied.

“Harry,” Hermione said as soon as Tonks was out of ear shot. “If this keeps up longer I am going to jump you and to hell with making my first real time memorable from tenderness and specialness just memorable in how exhausted and sated I am.”

“So I take it that there is no way that you think I would turn you down,” Harry said with a frown before smirking. “Well in this case you are right and I curse and bless you for helping with the easing of my libido. This would have been hell without you. Think what would have happened…”

“You mean getting so worked up by not having any release that you would have likely bypassed the wards and made your way through as many girls as possible since most of the witches here are as bad as the wizards in being lazy,” Hermione said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. “Why I do believe you would have simply returned and after getting used to consistently bedding a girl would have found us far agreeable. Just would mean that nothing would really have changed just that I would have been more practiced on cunnilingus than fellatio.”

“So there is no point in wasting any more time since our only other current participant is unwilling at the moment,” Harry said with a shake of his head. “Race you to the bed? Winner rides the others face?”

“Deal,” Hermione said before the pair raced up the stairs. “Just remember to use the crop a bit now that we have one.”

“What on your ass or your cunt?” Harry called his question out as he followed quickly on her heals. “Randy thing you are but I don’t think you would be you any other way…”

Win or lose the two would have to spend their worked up excitement since Tonks had come back. Nothing had changed since they same had happened when they had only gotten up to seek and go snog. The only difference was that Tonks was sleeping and trying to get her two misaligned ideas to not clash. The two were sure that it would be only a matter of time and they would have their Dora around. They may not have seduced many but the constant flirting they had done as well as learning how to tease and entice meant that they were certain that given enough time they could and would have Dora as well as Tonks as willing participants and be grateful to having been seduced.



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Deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts, Severus Snape pondered things. Oh some might think with the look on his face that he was pouting, but anyone who implied otherwise would lose at least a hundred points and get to be his minion for a month scrubbing cauldrons and potion lab with a toothbrush. Someone had been getting most of his independent brewing contracts and even trying to sell some of the more adequate students’ efforts was not helping him. Teaching did not pay well despite the prestige as well as other incentives. Severus had long been under a variety of names the lead potion supplier for Knocturn until a few years ago.

‘Who the hell is cutting supplies?’ Snape thought in confusion. ‘I know what their sigil is but not who is behind the mask as it were. My profits are dropping tremendously and someone is also providing ingredients that I was harvesting from the forest! Add to that the Potter is skilled in potions and seems to be impervious to Legilimency does not help matters!’

With his scowl increased in potency several times he glared at the glass of potent alcohol in front of him. He needed to relax and the students were either more incompetent than usual or more dangerous than normal. It was times like this that he wished that he had chosen one of the vices of his Death Eater colleagues. He had been in it for the power and potion potential that the Ministry had made difficult to acquire. If he had the vices of Lucius or either of the Lestranges he would have been more easily sated with a quick memory charm on one of the students.

‘As tempting as it is to just make something useful from the dunderheads as most of them are about as useful as a Knocturn whore,’ Severus said as he downed the glass with a sigh. ‘I am above such petty things. Really why anyone would think that I would sink to needing a memory charm and a retightening charm is irritating. Like I need to sodomize one of the children before retightening their torn open holes! So what if I have little interest in the inferior women that come through these halls. Not a one compared to the fire that was Lily Evans. The woman could have made the Dark Lord kneel at her feet if she had but chosen! Power, persuasion and passion wrapped into one package. If she had but asked I would have chosen to serve her even if she was with Potter. Still it seems that her son has inherited her will if Granger is anything to go by. At first I thought it was like seeing myself all over again with her, but it is he who is in charge with her as his assistant. I may have tried to compete with Lily but there was something that was wasted on her being a muggleborn. If she was even able to prove a trace of Wizarding Heritage she could have ruled. The boy at least seems less inclined to such matters than what records show the Dark Lord was. No at least I don’t need to worry about someone with her blood taking his place.’

“Bibsy!” Severus called as a House Elf appeared. “Fetch my hangover potion and the strong bottle.”

“Yes Professor,” Bibsy squeaked out as she popped out.

With a return pop the elf left the strong bottle of liquor its contents swirling in an almost unholy manner with a very revolting colored potion. Severus was loath to drink as his father had been an abusive drunk still given things a drink was easier than any other method of relaxing that he had available. He let his mind drift to what he hadn’t said in the meeting.

‘Potter is dangerous of that I am certain and it is a good thing that neither Filius nor Minerva are overly fooled by his appearance,’ Severus thought as he savored the most potent liquor that would not send his body to incompetency in his craft the next day. ‘Perhaps there is more cause to savor the fruit of my labor or there would be without the competition. I do have to wonder what Pomona was hiding because while I may try to portray that house as nothing but lay bouts and meek sheep there is strength in numbers and anyone to call Madame Bones either of those is a fool.’

While Severus worried about what hidden plots the head of Hufflepuff was involved in, the lady in question was as common for the house recovering from some of the eager attention of her students. Pomona was flushed and sated with a mix of male and female students in the large bed she was laying in. it was a given that by their third year at the latest that a Puff would be sexually active and without the negative implications that other houses would have they were well learned in the carnal arts and often treated such actions similar to others would any other form of comfort.

Where a Gryffindor would hug a friend the Hufflepuff would likely go down on them and while a Ravenclaw may have amassed large encyclopedias of sexual and sensual knowledge the Puffs would have learned hands on how to make one feel good and how to readily find a person’s spots. There was a reason that Gryffindor and Slytherin had been unwilling to duel while she had been present. Helga had managed to get the two founders to put their rivalry aside and sate themselves with her at the same time. Not that despite things she hadn’t dragged a resistant Rowena to her bed. It had only taken a little nudge to turn the mind of the sharpest witch in the age to devour the knowledge of the carnal delights much to the fours mutual delights.

It was a secret pride that most of the girls to pass through Hufflepuff were well skilled in pleasing their lovers regardless of sex and that to those lucky blokes to marry a Huffleslut they would never have the issues that came from the other houses girls. Slytherins were too much for appearance but more often than not were as out there in their kinks. Gryffindors tended to do risky attention drawing things that if they were caught would end ruining their family in their societal standings. Ravenclaws were while bookworms tended to be as kinky and passionate as possible to balance out their studious nature.

Such thoughts tended to pass through Pomona’s mind as she drifted down the slowly easing waves of her satisfaction. She saw the nuzzling forms of her prefects with a very eager third year resting her head on her thighs. A smile was plastered on her face drawing a warm feeling to her chest that had nothing sexual about it. Some would never understand them and thus why they were more loyal to each other than any other.

‘And they wonder why a Puff is a Puff for life,’ she thought with a sigh. ‘Hmm it is nice that we like to rest like this. I wonder if any of them will wake up feeling randy again. Still they talk better when relaxed…’

Seated around her, the rest of the recovering badgers turned to their sighing head of house. As close as their sharing brought them their talking kept them feeling close when no longer physically so. Still most of them pitied the other houses for their repression. Some would try a boyfriend or girlfriend from the other houses but most were too possessive for their tastes. Sharing was caring after all.

“Is there something you want to talk about Pomona?” Siobhan said from where her head rested on her head of houses legs. “A worry shared is a worry halved after all.”

“It’s about the firsties,” Pomona said with a sigh as she felt hands gently comfort her body as she rested form their exertion. “Albus wanted to know about them and give a good report on them. I have as always neglected to inform him of Hufflepuff only matters. He would not understand our ways and would worry and respond unnecessarily.”

“Ah I take it he is intrigued in the good Harry Potter more than he should,” Siobhan said as she snuggled against her. “My friend in Ravenclaw had much to say on the young man.”

“True enough Albus has an unnatural fixation on him more so than the fame and focus from his survival would warrant,” she said as she let a moan at the multiple massages escape from her. “Even given the eventual political clout that he will have it seems excessive. Still I will do my best as I would for any other student. I am more concerned with helping the new badgers into the den proper.”

“They will be open soon enough,” Siobhan said with a smile. “Some will take longer to wish to give more comfort than a kiss or hug as it was for us before while others will eagerly wish to aid each other sooner. You know that better than us why my friend Tonks is finally seeing things and she is a third year!”

“Ah but she is Andy’s kid and she likely indoctrinated her to keep her from acting like she did,” Pomona said with a content murmur. “I so hoped she would be here and get the complete support that she needs especially after her gift was discovered…”

“Yes the first metamorphmagus outside the badgers in far too long,” the boy recovering still inside her said with a shudder. “The hat should know better than to allow the gifted to be reviled so especially a girl. The other boys have no respect for any they would wish to lie with. I heard that Miss Tonks had to be protected from unwanted advances by the Potter scion. A shame what the other houses seem to produce.”

“Yes it is a shame,” Pomona agreed with sadness. “One can only hope that her other friends are as loyal as you Siobhan.”

“I understand why we are to address you when in class respectfully but to remove the idea that a person is also a professor seems wrong,” Siobhan said with a content sigh as she snuggled against her. “A shame that the other houses do not follow our notions as things would be so much better.”

“Jealousy and pride were the fall always,” Pomona said with a slight frown. “As it was during the founding it continues now. We are the house that is the happiest while the others are driven and forget to live.”

“So true,” Siobhan said with remorse tingeing her voice. “Katie, Alicia and Angelina are driven to compete and be seen like any other Gryffindor while my dear friend Tonks is driven to know even if it was less than some members of her house. To know and understand is the raven’s way while to plot and beguile the serpents favor.”

“But to us the badgers do we stand united and together working low do we not shirk our work nor do we turn our backs to one another,” the badgers said solemnly yet enthusiastically together. “For our friends are our strength and to our friends are our strength given!”

“A shame that the other houses become so divided,” Pomona said with a sigh. “May we never be divided for our will is united!”

“A Hufflepuff is a Hufflepuff for life ever loyal ever willing to try!” her students shouted in joy.

“You always make me proud of you,” Pomona said to her badgers. “I just hope the coming troubles do not divide us as we have so rarely been in the past. So rare for such a tragedy to occur Hufflepuff must always stand united!”

“So you are aware of the divides the others seek to bring to our house,” one of the ladies curled with her head resting on her chest said with a sorrowful sigh. “We need to keep the firsties and second years from this conflict that divides the school more so than in many a year. Do any of the firsties seem overly potential?”

“I fear that the Slytherins scheming and the Gryffindors black and white views will start to tear us apart,” Pomona said with a sob as her badgers held her shuddering form. “The younger must be prevented from that or the effects will be dire. Though I know you are hoping to share with them I see two with potential this year. Hannah Abbot and Susan Bones already understand why we are loyal and if Susan is anything like her aunt we will love her time here.”

That brought a grin to the reclining badgers. Amelia Bones was everything that a badger should be as tenacious as she was loyal and more than willing to give her all into whatever she was doing. That legends of her antics in the den persisted to this day was also something that made them feel joy. Besides they all knew of what happened to her parents and she was one of them and Hufflepuffs helped each other. Amelia was a Puff and even if they craved physical companionship that did not mean that she had slept her way to her position no it had been her ability as well as the Hufflepuff network that had enabled her to do what no female in the other houses had done since the current trend had started.

“When will they be ready for induction?” Siobhan purred as she asked stretching from where she was cuddled. “I notice that they are already looking close and it is likely that they have an idea of what being a Puff is about!”

“Quite right my dear,” Pomona said as she reached down and beckoned the girl to her. “I am far too tired for such enthusiasm but I don’t believe any of you would not like to help me be loved.”

“What true Puff would?” Siobhan asked as she kissed her with tenderness and care. “Just relax and let us love you and each other…”

‘Such good friends,’ Pomona thought as she surrendered her body to the hands and more of the caring badgers. ‘Oh Irma if only you had been something other than a Raven what fun we would have had… still the Hawk eyed one is one of ours. Her excitement in Harry was something else I left from my report though whatever actions that drive us will see to how things develop! A shame that young Cedric is going to Mara as he has come along nicely…’

Suffice it to say that the den was not just a place that they rutted like their name sakes but actually drew comfort from each other. It was an odd thing that the house had long since known to engrain in their members. None of them wished to have a time where they were divided or worse shunned. While it lacked the lethality of such from ancient times a Puff was no island and most would go twitchy if they were alone to long. Still others were wondering of things.

Madame Xiomara Hooch was reclining in her room having just finished polishing her own personal broom. She took religious care of it and was one thing that she was loath to share as most were disrespectful to them and took even less care than they did their wands. It was part of her daily ritual from her younger years waxing the broom in the nude as she did her wand tenderly and as often amusing with actions that the students would find full of innuendo. She was grateful that she had not needed to tell Dumbledore about Harry’s remarkable skills in flying as it would have drawn more attention to the young man.

‘He is far too serious on the ground,’ Mara thought with a sigh as she gently evened out the wax on her wand smoothing it in with a silk cloth. ‘If it was not for that I would have seriously tried to convince Filius to get him on the team just so that he could fly more. Still he is right in not wanting that attention as so much has been dulled by him not being in one of the Rival houses. It was disconcerting that he seems to already be developing like that and putting him in a locker room would cause issues. The girls would peek to see him while the boys might be intimidated. Still some extra lessons to improve his natural talent will be necessary as letting any talent waste like that would be a shame! He already looks like James did when he was almost a fifth year and drawing attention. I don’t think that the hormonal girls will be able to think in a few years time. If I was not sure that he will likely already be involved with Miss Granger by the looks of it I would not mind a go when he is in peak form. Perhaps the pair will try when he is captain though…’

A sharp knock came from the door and Xiomara turned her head to the door. She was in no rush to cover herself as she was relaxing polishing her wand lovingly as she wished the students would. Besides if it was who was to arrive near this time than there was no reason to robe to disrobe a few moments later.

“Who is it?” Xiomara asked as she worked the wax into her wand with long gentle strokes. “I am just finishing up some necessities.”

“It’s Cedric, Cedric Diggory, Madame Hooch,” he said with a happy voice. “Professor Sprout said I should ask about the schedule…”

“Oh do come in just close the door behind you,” Xiomara said returning to her wand care. “Now what aspects of the schedule need to be addressed?”

Cedric stood there watching as the toned woman worked a wand in a very erotic manner to his teenage mind. He was in fact despite used to the den rather distracted by the sight in front of him. He just zoned out watching while Xiomara worked the wand as he pictured him being in its place. It was not until he groaned with his eyes half lidded that she turned to him. She looked over and saw he was at attention and while not as well formed as his superior was at least not as bad as some of the other houses produced.

“Well now Cedric it appears that you have a problem,” Xiomara said as she watched the boy almost go off in his pants. “Can you focus on why you came here?”

“Madame Hooch,” Cedric croaked out as she continued now facing him.

“Call me Mara,” she said as she smiled slightly. “You plan on being captain soon so what aspect of the schedule needed addressing?”

“Well Madame Hooch I mean Mara,” Cedric squeaked at her sudden glare. “Pomona said to get some extra time for the pitch?”

“Ah so since she is likely quite busy with the captain you were sent,” Mara said with a sly grin. “Do you know how time is decided?”

“First come first serve,” Cedric guessed as most of his blood was otherwise in use.

“Close but not quite,” Mara said with a slight smile and a move of her hand that caused Cedric to fall to his ass. “Well you seem to get the point even if you don’t seem to get it. Whichever Quidditch captain gets me to cum first gets first choice.”

“Oh,” Cedric said before a quick flick left him divested. “Guess I better get to work than…”

“Yes,” Mara said with a smile as he crawled towards her. “Now you just need to convince me though if Harry gets Captaincy first he will have choice I am afraid…”

Mara cut off as he reached her and put his all into satisfying her. Pleased enough not to tell him that his future competition was already better prepared, she just lay back and let him please her. It might put him of his task if she told him she snuck a peak while he was showering after some intense flying. His leadership skills even if lacking enough social skills did lead her to believe that he would make captain before fifth year. She already could see the potential to go professional and the money let alone the others was not something that would concern him. She knew he would need to fly to center himself and not forget to live.

‘Flying is freedom and I have to admit that the only thing better is this while flying,’ Mara thought as she eagerly enjoyed the future Hufflepuff Quidditch Captains actions. ‘I wonder who else Pomona will send me as I cannot get to the den as often anymore. I wish Irma would just stop repressing herself as it cannot be good for her…’

Meanwhile in her room, Irma Pince was fretting. Her books were being gone through and yet whoever it was left them without harm so unlike most of the ingrates that infested her library. They were not even the slightest hint of her wards let alone anyone else’s wards being triggered. She felt a sudden desire to find who it was and ask to aid her in drilling her appreciation into the inconsiderate and at times she though illiterate students. That would make up for her worry that someone was able to sneak in after hours and disturbing almost nothing pilfer and pillage her domain.

“Yes,” Irma said as she lovingly caressed her private register. “We will get those fools who cannot respect you, my precious.”

Suffice it to say that it was a good thing that no student ever sought out her room as they would be quite frightened by her even out of her domain. Still she suspected that it was a Ravenclaw at work as a Slytherin despite supposed to being cunning enough to do so lack the attention to detail to not be noticed. So with that she let her mind drift to whom of the new Claws would be capable of it. That they seemed likely to be able to get around the wards on the Restricted Section seemed to be some concern to her and yet the level of respect calmed her ire for their impudence to invade her sanctum.

‘Now who could it be,’ Irma thought as she let the list of frequent borrowers cross through her mind. ‘Su Li is to shy even if she is respectful and she would ask before borrowing. Padma Patil would be less likely as well given family connections. Lisa Turpin as well has little reason. The two that stick out are the ones that the heads seem interested in. Harry Potter and his shadow Hermione Granger have the means and manner to do so.’

A sudden surge of irritation at the two passed through her. It thrummed through her veins that one she had trusted would dare to impinge on her authority. She chalked most of it to Harry Potter. He was quite and could blend in when he chose but the way he moved reminded her far too much of the descriptions her books had of the powerful to be at ease.

‘If it was not for the lack of pallor and his presence in sunlight I would think him a vampire,’ she thought as she carefully placed her book to its specific spot. ‘He moves like one or as close as any book described it. The hunger held in his eyes is present though it seems to be growing in Miss Grangers as well. What would have so many similarities to the more ancient vampires without being one? In a few years there will be problems from him I can feel it. I just hope that unlike his father he does not try to do that in my stacks!’

As Irma pondered these things she never suspected the real reason as even in her domain the books were hard to find and harder to understand. While her library had survived the purges that governmental and other groups had done there were still things that even her collection lacked in information. How little knowledge of proper necromancy remained was a testament to the last millennium’s purges. Such information had been hunted down by the fearful and greedy as a proper necromancer was a very powerful foe even without the legions of dead to call forth.

‘I will find your secret,’ Irma thought with determination. ‘I have all the knowledge not lost at my fingertips, I can access the Ravenclaw Private library as well as my own and the Headmasters. You will not manage to stay unknown!’

Suffice it to say that Irma’s room was soon filled by cackling oddly mirroring the Defense professor’s room. Things had not gone to plan and Quirinus Quirrell was once more suffering under his master’s displeasure. It was lucky for him that his passenger could not cast his former power onto him or he would have long since been broken by the strain to his mind.

“I am sorry master,” Quirinus stuttered under the pain his master sent surging through his body. “I cannot discover how the troll vanished from the castle.”

“You disappoint me Quirinus,” Voldemort said with his voice showing his displeasure. “You know that I do not tolerate such failures. Now accept your punishment!”

“AHHHHHH!” he screamed as the man’s very blood seemed to burn inside him. “Master I will not fail you again.”

“See that you do not,” he said his voice drawing shudders through his servant’s shared body. “Already your frail body struggles to contain my power. We will need more than simple potions at the rate you are going. Only one thing remains to sooth the consequences of your incompetence… unicorn blood is our last resort as there is no way that you can acquire freely given phoenix tears.”

Stealing himself at the slight queasiness at what his lord demanded he answered, “Of course my lord it will be done. May your humble servant ask of your wisdom to gain some insight?”

“What kind of master would I be if I did not instruct my servants no matter how feeble they seem at carrying out my will,” The Dark Lord silkily chided. “Ask your question and I will enlighten your ignorance. Perhaps it pertains to your mission.”

“Yes my lord thank you,” Quirinus sobbed in relief at his master’s mercy. “With the troll unable to provide enough of a diversion I was only able to gain knowledge of the first trap that I have not managed to enquire of the others. That leaves only the dog which is obviously that half-breeds creature and Snape’s to be known. I humbly ask your wisdom in how to acquire the knowledge to pass their safeguards.”

“Hagrid,” Slowly came the loathing voice of the self styled Lord Voldemort. “He has had one dream beyond all others. His one obsession beyond the creatures he has managed to stumble into enquiring is simply Dragons and in that I cannot fault him in being intrigued by their raw power or unwillingness to serve. How easier my noble mission would have been if my Death Eaters had been able to swoop down on dragon back and way waste to the ignorant fools.”

“I humbly thank you my master but what of Severus my lord?” Quirinus asked supplicating himself to his passenger. “He seems to be Dumbledore’s creature following his commands like a dog?”

“He is my spy in the old fool’s ranks,” Voldemort said with conviction. “He knows the price of betraying me but even after all this time he waits gathering knowledge and steering the children to our cause. Still if he betrays me he shall perish as those that denounced me shall be dealt with in time as so too shall I reward those who remained loyal.”

“You are as wise as you are powerful my lord,” Quirinus said in awe at his master. “I fear that the Old Meddler will not be as easy to distract next time.”

“A muggle loving fool he may be, but not even he would not increase his vigilance,” his master told him. “We will need to know how to get past all the safeguards as the fool will not entrust us to whatever his is and it would take time to pierce. We will strike when he is away…”

“Yes master,” Quirinus said. “What of the boy?”

“He has no interest to me at this time,” he said with a frown. “If he was not a bookworm I would say he seems far too like me for my own interest. How one such as he was not Slytherin I do not know though I believe he manipulated the hat. Perhaps in time he can be trained to serve either way the stone is the priority. I shall deal with my allies and enemies in the proper time!”

“Yes Master,” he said with fanatic devotion. “Your will be done!”

“As it should be my servant,” the Dark Lord whispered. “As it should be…”



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Tonks was alone in her room trying once more to come to grips with what had happened. She was torn on the matter. She had reveled in every moment of it and it hadn’t been till she had been left to recover still convulsing in her climax that she had started to feel the nagging of her mother’s beliefs. She had loved having their hands tease and play with her body as it was far more fulfilling than the toys she had hidden in her room. She was laying there alternating sobbing and shuddering as she tried to right her hormone driven schism.

‘Why when we were so close did I recoil so?’ Tonks asked as she bucked against the toy pressing against and vibrating her mound. ‘I know that if they had been back even a few minutes sooner I would not have backed down so much even if I hated myself for loving what they had done with and to me! I am amazed that I didn’t ask them to grease me up like I saw Hermione was. Well that and that it would have been intriguing to see her being stimulated like that while I was there. Why is it after the fact that I regret not allowing things to continue on?’

As she lay there conflicted in thought her body continued to respond to the stimulation. She had unknowingly unbuttoned her blouse and laid with it like a blanket beneath her while her hair spread in a haze around her head. Her legs were spread towards the two corners of the bed and her skirt was bunched up leaving the only thing keeping her nude body from being completely exposed was her panties with an obvious rectangular bulge that may be passed off if it hadn’t only been in her front as a pad instead of the flat vibrating rectangle it was. Arranged to her sides were other items of self stimulation each obvious yet shocking for a former completely repressive prude.

“Why can’t I just let go?” Tonks moaned out as her right hand grabbed a feather and teased herself with it. “I know that I loved every minute of it and if I didn’t let this guilt and shame at that fact stop me I could be right now being driven to several mind blowing orgasms. This is definitely not what I planned on today. Laying here thinking about this even as my body craves their touch again and that I am making poor substitutes with these toys!”

Even as she was mentally dismissing the toys in question she was like a passenger in her own body as it was once more consumed with need. As Tonks was busy with her mind, Dora was busy in using her own body. Dora sadly saw very little of the restrictions and resolutions from Tonks and was more than willing to take pain as it brought her pleasure. So putting that notion to reality she added several inconveniences to her form including to clips to snap around her aroused nipples using her free left hand.

While her right hand teased her body with the feather, her left hand had after adding the stinging clips to her tits grabbed one of the spare tools. Dora drunk in the sensations of the feather contrasting to the sting of the crop coming down randomly over her body. She was unaware of where either would be and reveled in the disconnection as the sensations slowly brought her prudish side closer to her willing wants. Red welts formed from her strikes and soon her stomach was warm as well as her thighs and tits. She had reluctantly missed her twat as the vibrator buzzed held by her snug panties.

Dora rode her waves of pleasure tinged with pain as Tonks had completely drifted into a nothingness of contemplation. In his room Harry and Hermione were readily indulging in several of the actions in her fantasies. Tonks unknowingly was lucidly dreaming of their games. A passenger in her body as Dora kept her floating in the sudden current of climaxes she was unable to look away at the actions of her once and hopefully again lovers.

Tonks felt her resistance slowly wearing down as she watched Hermione kneeling naked on his bed with her ass stuck in the air. She could make out the plug proudly being waved from where it was wedged in her ass. She looked at Harry’s form flushed with excitement and the muscles that would be able to put a large amount of force into the crop in his hand. For a moment she agreed with her nymphomaniac alter ego in wishing to be there as he brought his arm back and brought the crop down on the already dripping girl. She could practically feel the anticipation that Hermione was radiating.

So involved with the scene she failed to notice the gagged and bound red headed spirit watching with lust clearly in her eyes. The two watched on unable to either look away or grant themselves release. The moans coming from Hermione were as much pleasure and passion as they were from the stinging pain of the crop cracking on her ass. That she did not flinch away and actually thrust back into the strokes was something that intrigued the pair of aroused voyeurs.

“Oh god Master!” Hermione shouted as Harry brought the crop down between her cheeks striking the plug in her. “More more just give me more!”

“As you wish Mine,” Harry said as he knelt behind her his arousal evident and throbbing at attention. “Where should I strike you next? Where do you crave my crop?”

‘Man I have no idea where he gets the feel for this,’ Tonks thought as she watched spellbound by the two’s interactions. ‘The two seem to always know what to say to get their partner hotter.’

“Where else?” Hermione asked bending so that her stomach was curled and her sex readily reachable. “You asked me earlier where I should not be neglected my cunt or ass so stop neglecting me!”

“But of course my kinky kitten,” Harry replied sending a shiver of anticipation through Hermione and the two watchers. “You wouldn’t want it any other way!”

With that a loud crack sounded through the room as the crop struck true and Hermione’s eyes bulged from the strike. That was before her sudden shriek pierced the air as the crop dug into her slit the tip landing with force to cause her body to tense as the soothing flow of her juices ran down the crop to sooth the sharp pain of her sex. Harry watched the shuddering as the shriek of pain became a moan of pleasure as her lips throbbed around the crop.

It always seemed that no matter how he thought that there were more hidden depths and kinks to explore especially in his kinky kitten. He had grown to know what Alice and Anne were like having at one time of the other delved into their minds and seen their souls bared to his gaze. He knew them better than he realized he had known himself. If he had supped that sweet release as deeply in any previous Halloween, he knew he would have felt no reluctance in their inclinations and despite any discomfort would have gladly taken them as they begged.

‘Oh Hermione what a dark dominant presence you bring out in me,’ Harry thought as his gaze bore into her as his arm swung again and again into the oh so willing strokes eagerly accepted by her body. ‘Anne will likely worship you for bringing this side of me out to play. Still as sating as the sex has been and the magic here sustains. We both will need blood to taste it flowing into our thirsty mouths pulsing with the quickened beat of our preys’ excited hearts. So hard a line we walk to be better than that which we hunted. The little animals will not sate us even with the whole of the Hogwarts elves bringing in meat. The hunt sings in us and the lure of challenges in the forest will draw us deeper.’

Panting heavily from the exertion though more from the excitement, Harry watched Hermione slump to the bed with her ass and thighs red from his attentions. He knelt there his arousal aching in its rigidness and he knee walked to her head. Without resistance he soon let the ache be soothed by her mouth. For a moment he wished that Tonks had stayed repressed for the night and that Dora would have been there to aid and assist in their activities. He was so wrapped up in savoring his experience that he failed to feel at least the two present spirits or their reactions to the scene they were witnessing.

Tonks hung there gazing hungrily at them and vehemously loathing her unwillingness to completely commit and submit. She had forgotten the other viewer that she could see and the bound in bondage beauty was struggling to break free from the burning desires growing inside her. Oh she of red hair and burning emerald eyes looked on at the one she knew as Harry unconcerned of whatever relationship may have existed between them before she had rode those waves in what seemed like an eternity ago. He was her tie out of the nothingness. When he felt good she felt divine and she felt the pleasure of his partners as well.

The only one watching them who was aware of all of this was trapped in her body unable to be seen or interact with these deviant dreams. The nothingness was wearing down any hesitation that she may have had. Whoever this boy was she hoped with every fiber of her being that he didn’t cut back on his activities as she found her body closer to her control and the shell more able to recall her life. She had loved her husband and wanted to return to him even though her desire to see what had become of her precious boy vied for dominance. The dream she had lived was a light in the void of nothingness and numbness. Perhaps an exchange could be arranged…

After finding relief in his lover and pet’s mouth he drew her sore form to his and held her tenderly. He had been at first uncertain of such actions as dealing out punishments of pain resulting in such pleasurable rewards. It seemed counter intuitive to his life at the Dursleys. One sought to avoid pain and where possible embrace pleasant sensations. That his girls his precious one wanted him to vent his frustrations on them even if it hurt had been a difficult idea at first, but now he knew that sensations were different to different people.

With Hermione’s form curled against him, he was no longer consumed with his need. Slow tender movements brought mutual relief and soon soothing liquid was worked into the inflamed flesh. Slowly Harry drifted off with Hermione held against him his arms holding her to him even as his hands tried to sooth the pain she had wished for. In the deepest reaches of his mind he was grateful for the healing abilities they had gained or he could feel the dread of one day going too far and permanently hurting her.

‘Oh my Kinky Kitten,’ Harry thought as his eyes slowed their blinking. ‘We will need a way to tell when we go too far. I don’t want to lose any of you. Without you three what would I have become? Would I have long ago torn the Dursleys to shreds and left she who abandoned me to bleed beaten and bruised marked forever with my rage so long suppressed? If Alice had not refused to turn from me and demand to be trained, would I have descended to complete apathy of everyone going so far as to readily break and breed the whole of my sight to my purpose? My ambition will be met but I am loath to become in so doing hated by the one I seek. Anne is so much like my devil’s advocate asking me why I should not do as I will. I have the will but what gives me the right to force my will on others. If I did that I would be no different than Vernon and his ilk. I am no savior nor conquer for the masses. I will not be their hero or their scapegoat villain.’

“I have much left to do,” Harry murmured determinately into her ear. “I will not die until after I have done so. None of you will leave let alone die until that time. Nothing will impede my ambition or my goal. Still that does not mean we cannot live in the mean time. It does not do well to exist forgetting to live.”



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In the castle there was a still present dissention in the staff the following week. Snape had managed to avoid telling them that he actually was more intimidated by the Potter boy than he had lately been with memories of the Dark Lord. Pomona had spent a good deal of time talking to her Puffs as was normal but had barely managed to not dance in joy at the changes that she had been entrusted to be quiet on. Still some people were dealing with things in a very confused manner.

“Have I done the right thing Fawkes?” Albus asked his phoenix as he sat in his chair and idly opened a lemon drop. “Family is important and no one would harm family it is just not done! Severus was the exception!”

Fawkes trilled consolingly. His companion was sadly unwilling to accept that the world was darker than he thought and that it seemed to grow darker with each passing day. It was not as it had been before with filial loyalty above all others. For when Albus had grown up it had become almost anathema to think of family fighting let alone leaving a child in distress or not caring for it as if it was one’s own.

“I thought he would be so like his parents in the limelight seen by all needing attention,” Albus said with a sigh. “Instead he is a Ravenclaw that seems to be so often unseen. At least he didn’t end up in Slytherin or I fear he would have been a second more charismatic coming of Tom Riddle. He shows no signs that I would expect from that night as well as being an almost model student. A shame that Xiomara did not see to encourage him to join the Quidditch team early or he could be better monitored.”

Fawkes gave the avian equivalent of a raised eyebrow at his companion’s mutterings. His human seemed to be going a bit out there lately. His obsession with this boy did not seem to mean well given how strange he had gotten ever since the Grindlewald debacle. If the man had checked on young Tom or realized how far Grindlewald would go to get his ideals accepted than things would have been different.

‘Maybe I should investigate this human buy,’ Fawkes thought with another disapproving trill as Dumbledore sucked more calming draught spiked lemon drops. ‘He couldn’t be any more confused or confusing than my human though there is a strange scent in the castle that seems familiar…’

With a flash Fawkes vanished in a burst of fire. This only seemed to make Dumbledore more depressed. His grandfatherly visage faded completely as sorrow consumed his eyes and years of unshed tears poured from his eyes. Sobs of heart rending sorrow escaped his throat. Everyone saw him as the great and powerful Dumbledore and they rarely remembered how and what he had lost to get where he was.

“Why does everyone leave me,” Albus said his head cradled in his hands. “Mother, sister, father and friend oh why do you leave me alone? I try so hard to make things better to make a world without the sorrow we experienced! Why do they have to cause such pain to each other? Is it not enough to have lost my sister and mother but to fight my best friend and confidant?”

Suffice it to say that he had slowly built too much of a resistance to cheering potions and was due to its sudden failing and lack of Fawkes prodding now in the middle of a sudden bout of depression. It was lucky for them that neither Quirrell nor Voldemort was aware of his temporary weakness. He was distraught enough to be unable to notice the subtle tingling in the wards that signified some minor problems. He had in fact become so dulled in his connection that he had not noticed Voldemort enter the school nor the actions of several students over the years. He would have sobbed harder if he was aware of his actions as well as lack of actions had wrought.

Raised with the Victorian values in the time of his childhood he slowly had lost most connection with the teenagers in his school. Oh he empathized enough with the Weasley twins and other pranksters as that was normal, but the sudden shift in the blatant aggression in regards to sexual matters would have offended him. Perhaps if he had caught his sister with his friend he would have accepted such notions instead he had little such interests at the time nor had his attempts to procreate met much success. Some would think his lack of interest in women meant he was homosexual instead of almost as asexual as Tom had become.

The tragedies of his youth led to a blinding belief in filial love instead of Eros love. The philosophies he had learned while wandering in his youth and time attending a muggle university had led to a strange set of notions that warred with what he knew as truth with what was accepted truth and what he believed was true. He knew better than to cry in front of others though a lone tear could be acceptable. It was not done any more than one displayed their other emotions too much in public. One may kiss chastely and hold hands in public but not more than that. He was so wrapped up in his beliefs that at times he forgot how the teenagers of his youth got around issues even if there was already an undiscussed once more potion to prevent pregnancies. That the so called fertility potion was more times than not the counter to a temporary sterility potion was never discussed anymore than the private matters of the time.

As one tends to do they romanticize their past and Albus was no exception. He no longer recalled that his brother had many a sexual escapade though it was in different matters than today. Yes Aberforth had been young and while it was frowned on to engage in sexual congress with a woman in a manner that could get one pregnant alternatives had been devised. The more precocious brother had never confessed to having as it was said at the time worshiping a girl’s alter to Venus before he was at the time to risk Hera’s wrath. It was a given of the time that if in doing so when he and the girl was at risk of getting a bun in the oven as the time implied that one would have to get married. To avoid that situation, the British had indulged somewhat in the French manner and sometime the Greek. It was a publically repressed time sexually similar to the way imbibing libations were even more popular during the twenties and the social stigma of drinking as a social disease.

Perhaps if Albus had viewed sex in a manner unlike Molly Weasley he would have long since settled down raised grandchildren and been better occupied than trying to control the degradation in the world that he saw. Albus rationalized all of the sex necessary for all their children as Molly’s desire to have a daughter to raise even in opposition or outright being regardless of the tendency of Weasleys to mostly produce males even without illegal potions or charms. Most Weasleys in generations past were often married to provide male heirs where the current generation had only females in a family.

That his mind was even functionally sane in any form was a miracle. Still dementia had not sunk in not excessive memory loss. Sadly Albus Dumbledore was still weeping like a child even as parts of his fractured psyche analyzed and cooped with things. One part was a bigamist of the highest order viewing women only as breeding machines and to ease the unnatural lusts they inspired while another dreamed of a world where all could coexist in peace where magic made the world a better place. That his better world resembled Grindlewald’s dream was best unsaid even if it lacked the muggles as serf’s notion.

As he went through his unnoticed breakdown that the Hufflepuffs would have hugged if not more to comfort him, Fawkes was heading toward the forest. He had been tempted to find the potter boy but things were calling to him. He was a light creature or at least a light aligned phoenix compared to the vengeful firebirds who laughed as they burned people, animals and villages alike with their flames. The same could be said of the unicorn’s darker relatives who had to be lured by virgin females before killing them when they went to gore the girl. Still for every dark there was light to the balance, although some were grey and only perceived by humans as one or the other and thus classified by the Ministry as such. Still somewhere a snake that equaled and was opposite to a basilisk existed one that likely could heal and the same to counter the Nundu’s deadly breath. Wither either had been hunted to scarcity or extinction was likely uncertain.

‘What could be causing this sense of a disturbance?’ Fawkes thought as he flew toward the feeling. ‘What is it that leads me toward without letting me see where to jump to?’

Regardless of his confusion Fawkes had a situation to investigate. Still he was not the only one that could feel the shudder in the natural world. The old laws ruled the world even if only some of them were acknowledged by wizards. Death existed for a reason to ease the suffering of existence and slack the hunger of life. Life was as bound to death as pleasure was to pain neither could exist without the other. Those closely tied to it were aware of that the ties of blood, sex and death. Death brings life and life needs death.



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