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Chapter 46:- Failed ResearchA/N: The normal, Malehorntaildragon, thanks, you had to wait a little for this one sorry! GML yet another one and thanks for your excellent input.

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Luna watched as Harry and his now normal group got up and left the table. She noticed that Ron was carrying both his broom and Harry’s so that must mean that the pair had practice this evening. She had to inwardly smile at this as it gave her the time she needed. She was always very spontaneous but when possible she liked to make sure she was ready. She too rose from her seat as they left knowing that she had a few hours at least to find somewhere suitable and then get everything ready. Smiling and whistling to herself she started the trek around the castle to find an empty classroom and one that she hadn’t used before. Inside she knew that Harry was special and she didn’t want any reminders of her past to intrude.

She wasn’t the only person who saw Harry and the group leave, another set of eyes followed them; well they followed one person in particular. Draco had left the hall just ahead of Harry and the rest. He was with Pansy and was contemplating what he was going to do with her this evening. She was now his; she would do anything he asked of her. It had taken a good bit of work, but now he just had to touch her and she would utterly comply. As he started to roam the corridors for inspiration the approach of soft footsteps made him stop. He didn't know why he did but was thankfully that he did as around the corner walked none other than Gabrielle Delacour.

His mind had almost blocked her out since the start of the school year but now that he was looking at her all of the images and thoughts came flooding back. She looked nervous and a little afraid walking on her own but it was her body that he was more interested in. The loose fitting uniform did little to hide her beauty. Her figure, her face everything seemed so perfect and he wanted it. His eyes continued to drive into her and he started to imagine her being like Pansy, his. Pansy would be good for him, she was of the right breeding and came from a respectable family but that little girl would be special. Virtually no-one in England owned such beauty. He would be recognised as being powerful if he owned her.

She would be his, she would please him to no end, he could imagine her body writhing under him in ecstasy as he pleasured her but more she would be his to command she would perform for him when necessary. Many a family would pay him homage to see her and have her, he just had to get her. He started to feel his lips go dry at the thoughts of her naked body as she continued to walk towards his unseen position. She was only a few meters away before she spotted him and came to an abrupt stop. Draco saw her frantic glances but knew that no one else was around.

“We meet again it seems.” He drawled as he took a step forward into the light of the corridor.

“I ...um...” stammered Gabrielle suddenly feeling very alone and very vulnerable.

“Come to find me have you...Potter not giving you what you want?”

“No!” she replied defiantly.

“But you are here now. I can show you so much.”

“G...g...get away from me.”

“Oh but why, you and I are destined to be together, isn’t that right Pansy.”

“Yes.” Replied Pansy without emotion as she came out of the shadows and stood next to Draco.

Gabrielle could not only feel the emotions coming off the pair but could literally read it in their body language. She was now getting even more worried; somehow she had to get away.

“I think it’s time for a party.” Continued Draco, taking another step forward.

Gabrielle started to shuffle backwards wanting nothing more that to run, but wasn’t she a Gryffindor and supposed to have courage?

“Run if you want to, it will make the final event ever so much more pleasurable.”

Gabrielle blinked and didn’t understand but a faint noise in the background caught her ear. Without thought of how it would look she turned and ran, she had suspected that they would chase her but no sounds followed her. As she dashed around a corner she ran straight into the sound that she had heard. She almost lost her balance but a strong yet gentle hand gripped her arm and steadied her.

“You shouldn’t run in the halls Miss Delacour.” Said Professor McGonagall.

“I...um....” stammered Gabrielle trying to bring her emotions back under control.

“Is everything alright Ms. Delacour?” McGonagall asked kindly, as she looked at the first year. The moment their eyes locked she realized something was amiss. She’d lived through one Wizarding war and fought in the current and she seen that look all too many times. She knew almost instantly that something, or someone, had upset the girl.

“Fine Professor, I...I...just lost my way.” Gabrielle replied still fighting with the overwhelming terror she was feeling.

“Oh...where are you heading?”

“B-Back to the common room.”

“No, you were going the right way. Actually Miss Delacour I’m heading that direction myself, perhaps we can talk as I show you the way?” McGonagall stated kindly.

“Yes, of course Professor.” Gabrielle was barely able to reply in a steady voice. She followed McGonagall silently back they way she came, she breathed a silent sigh of relief when there was no sign of Malfoy.

Gabrielle was led to a portrait of an office; McGonagall whispered a password and the portrait opened silently and McGonagall indicated for Gabrielle to enter. Gabrielle sat down and waited patiently for McGonagall to begin the impromptu meeting.

“Biscuit, Tea?” McGonagall asked politely. She took in the first years appearance she couldn’t help thinking that she would be a perfect poster child for every etiquette book possible let alone her looks. She shook her head slightly and started into what she actually wanted to talk about.

“As both the Deputy Headmistress and especially as your Head of House, your safety, well being, and even a portion of your happiness fall under my responsibility. When I was informed of the situation between you and Mr. Potter, I became…conflicted.

“Hogwarts, as with any similar teaching institution, frowns upon sexual relations between males and females. There of course, isn’t anything we can do against people engaging in them, especially since 15 is the age of consent and people 17 or older are considered adults. It isn’t even all that unusual for a few couples to have conceived by the time they finish their 7th year. As long as they don’t advertise it or are caught doing it, there isn’t anything we as staff can do to stop people.

However given your age, I had reservations about what was going to take place especially in my own house.” McGonagall paused.

“No, let me be honest I was against it, there are simply too many repercussions that could very well destroy the school and its staff, not to mention the students. So I took the liberty to contact your parents, and we have been communicating regularly since the beginning of term. When I enquired about what was going to take place, I was both relieved and disheartened.” McGonagall sighed.

“I’m well aware that Veela are different and mature quicker than normal humans do.” At Gabrielle’s stiffen the transfiguration professor continued quickly. “I know that you don’t feel young Miss Delacour, but when you live as long as I have, when you look at a 12 year old you will see nothing but a child. To further complicate matters, I’m ashamed to say that I also realize I haven’t always been there when Mr. Potter needed me. So given everything I wanted to speak to you. If nothing more than to simply let you know that I hope, if anything happens and you need someone to turn to, that you could turn to me, for anything.”

Gabrielle took in everything her professor had said and nodded. “I... Thank you professor, that really means a lot to me.”

McGonagall’s expression turned soft as she smiled kindly. “You’re very welcome Miss Delacour. Now I think it’s safe for you to go; have a nice evening.”

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Draco watched as Gabrielle turned and ran, he had known that she would and wasn’t really upset. He would have loved dearly to have her this evening but he could wait, not for long but he would wait and then she would be his. As his eyes watched her leave they once more undressed her and he felt his inevitable reaction but this time he had someone to do something about it for him.

He took Pansy by the hand and searched for a place to be with her. Inside of him he could feel a strengthening reaction to what just transpired, he could feel a power welling up within him wanting to take over. He quickly found a classroom and pushed the door open he scanned the interior and saw that it was empty. Letting this new power just flood through him once more he felt so different.

Pansy stumbled slightly as Draco flung her into the room a small knot of worry tried to force its way through her fogged brain.

“Um...Draco?” she tentatively asked and she turned to face him.

“Shut up bitch!” replied Draco striding towards her with a dangerous glint in his eye.

“W...w...what...” she stammered.

“Shut it I said.” Roared Draco grabbing her arm once more and flinging her towards one of the desk. The power had almost taken over his mind now and he revelled in it.

“Lean over the desk...NOW!”

Pansy on shaky legs bent over the desk not fully knowing what was happening all of a sudden. Draco had been so nice but not now, yet her mind could do anything more than obey.

Draco pushed her hard against the desk so that her face and chest was squashed against the cold wooden top.

“You’re mine, no matter how loud you scream you are mine.”

She felt a rough hand delve under her skirt; she waited for what was going to happen. Draco flipped the skirt up whilst he kept a strong hand on her back. She wasn’t struggling or anything she was just waiting for him but he was treating her like she was scared, how he had treated that girl in the summer and how he would treat that Veela.

“Grip the legs.” He commands and Pansy stretched over the desk more and complied.

Draco looked at the exposed bottom. It was covered in a dual layer of material, with the light blue colour of knickers showing slightly through the thicker material of the tights. His hand found one of the globes and started to enjoy the feel. He let his hand roam further and further around the bottom but instead of just rubbing he let it pinch and feel more.

Pansy yelped once as Draco’s fingers pinched slightly too hard for her.

“I said silence bitch, you are mine.” Hissed Draco in a voice that was strangely not his own. With a sharp movement he brought his hand down on the globe in front of him and a crack echoed through the room.

Pansy felt the breath leave her as the first slap hit her bottom, the pain was spreading fast now across her. A second slap on the other check caused her to cry out once again.

“You can scream all you want but you’re mine now, no one will rescue you, you will be mine forever!” Growled Draco as he leant over once more. He straightened up and delivered two more blows to the now wiggling bottom. When no more sound came from Pansy he felt a little of his drive depart so he grabbed the material covering the bottom in his strong hand. With a single vicious yank he pulled it tight and upwards. The material cut directly into the crack between the cheeks and Draco saw Pansy try and lift herself up to relieve herself from the pain but as she was still pinned by his other hand.

Draco could see the moisture beginning to soak into the material as tighter and tighter it was pulled. He could her soft crying of Pansy as though she was in pain. A small voice in his head tried to make him stop but his lust or something was upon him. He brought his hand down once more, and then again and again each time shouting at Pansy.

“Mine, You’re mine, you will obey me, do what I tell you, I’m your very master!”

Draco looked along the length of Pansy as could see her head as she sobbed with the pain he was inflicting. He could feel his own immense need and had to have its release. Fumbling slightly, he unzipped himself and let his penis escape. It was hard and throbbing as the stimulation and intensity of the situation overrode it. All his mind could see now was the soft controls of a young girl beneath him. Gone was Pansy; now there was just his mind’s image of Gabrielle.

He grasped the material that was cutting Pansy in two and pulled once more, this time not up but outwards. He was rewarded with another yell of pain but this just caused him to twitch even more, he could feel the wetness even now leaking from his tip. As he pulled outwards he felt the material strain against him but he continued. A satisfying sound reached his ears as the material parted and he was reward with the naked sight of Pansy’s sex. It was still framed with scraps of her tights and knickers but his target was open for him. He didn’t say anything or even give the girl a warning he just pointed his cock at the entrance and pushed, hard.

Pansy tried to buck slightly as she felt the hardness enter her, she could still fell the pain in her checks but this seemed to be even worse yet somehow better. As it slowly withdrew she started to feel the response of her own as it was thrust in once more. Draco continued on each hard thrust was accompanied by a slap as their two bodies hit each other and pain shot through Pansy as her poor abused bottom was subjected to such treatment.

After just six thrusts she felt Draco brace once more for the next it came hard unyielding but this time he just kept it there and then the warm flood filled her. Her ears could detect slight muttering from Draco as he released his seed into her but she tried to enjoy the feeling. On and on it pumped until she felt it start to deflate, she hadn’t yet come but knew that she had served Draco well. Eventually she felt his grip lesson on her and his voice return to normal.

“Thank you.” He whispered in her ear as he started to straighten up. She felt him slip from her and the sudden release from within her caused everything to start to leak out. She wanted to move but felt very spent her mind was still not her own but she felt she had done him proud. She was his, always.

Draco stood back and surveyed what he had done. Pansy was still lying across the desk her legs slightly spread. Around her bottom were the remnants of her tights and knickers. He could see a long run in her tights that went almost to her knee but that was nothing compared to the other damage. He glanced at the floor and saw the material he had ripped off of her just lying abandoned on the floor. He looked back at the girl he had just ravished as saw the redness of her bottom cheeks, they seemed to glow at him yet his eyes were drawn to the white fluid oozing out of Pansy, globs were flowing out and pouring onto the desk but Pansy still didn't move. He looked down at his own member and saw how soft and pink it was, still tender to the touch he gently placed himself back into his clothing.

“You had better hurry up and clean this mess up Pansy before we leave I haven’t got all night.”

He had sated his lust for that little girl but for how long? Whatever he did now he was just going to have to have her, he was going to make her his.

***

Harry had practiced hard, but no matter what he did he didn't feel that he was getting any better. For most of the evenings practice he had watched from above at how the others were doing. His eyes seemed to track Ginny as she flew tracks and circles around the pitch. Every time she slowed down he watched her closer and closer. He could almost picture her exactly upon the broom, the way her legs were, the angle of her body, everything.

He found that his mind started to fantasize more and more about Ginny the longer he watched. He wanted to clamp down on these thought but didn’t, they were about his girlfriend and so they weren’t wrong were they? He would never act but thinking was nice. Every so often he saw her lift her head up and look directly at him, and even a few times when Katie wasn’t watching she blew him a kiss. This wasn’t helping his other problem, all those thoughts and just watching Ginny fly around with the wind plastering her Quidditch robes to her body was causing him some discomfort in another place. He then understood that trying to fly a broom at high speed whilst stiff was more pain than he wanted to endure.

A small part of him wanted Katie to finish the practice early so that he could relieve his problem or at the very least stop the continued stimulation that Ginny was seemingly having on him yet an even larger part just wanted to continue to watch her. The evening sky started to darken before Katie eventually waved them all to the ground.

“Well done everyone, especially you Ginny it looked like you was flying possessed or something.”

“No I just wanted to give someone a show.” She instantly replied not looking at Harry.

He felt himself blush slightly as there was no one else around this late in the evening but realised that no one had really understood what Ginny had said.

“Oh well...ok then...Alright Harry it’s your turn to put the box away, good practice everyone I’ll see what I can get arranged for next week.”

Everyone smiled and started towards the changing rooms. Harry turned the other way and started for the box. After each session a different person was responsible for putting the box away and this evening was his turn. He really didn't mind as it gave him a chance to calm down before entering the boys changing rooms and the embarrassment that it would cause if he walked in there in his current state.

“You ok Harry?” called a soft voice from behind.

Harry spun round at the sound knowing instantly that it was Ginny. He could see a gleam in her eye as she approached him. He braced himself not knowing what the girl would do to him.

“Have fun tonight?”

“Um...yes.”

“I thought I could feel you watching me as I played.”

“I did.”

“Good.” she leant forward and pressed herself into him. She let her lips explore his and felt some of his resistance flow away but could feel his problem. Pulling back slightly she said what she wanted to say when she had initially come over.

“Don’t rush as I have to finish my Charms essay when I get back to the common room so we can’t do anything.”

“Um...ok.”

“Bye Harry.” She answered as she turned and melted away into the fading darkness.

Harry did indeed take his time putting the box back into storage. The cool night air was at least calming his body down as he walked between the storage shed and the changing rooms. It hadn’t completely removed the problem but it had lessened it.

“You want me to wait, I saw Ginny rush off?” asked Ron as he walked in, he was already showered and was almost finished dressing.

“No, its fine, She said that she wanted to get back to finish a Charms essay. You go on ahead, I might look into the library. There are a few things from today’s Law lecture that I want to read.”

“If you are sure?”

“I am and if I see Hermione in the library I’ll send her up.”

“Cheers mate.” Thanked Ron as he finished tying his shoelace and left Harry alone.

Harry took his time getting changed; he really didn't want to spend the rest of the evening in the library but suspect that he was going to have to. The Law and Society lessons weren’t bad just so boring. A little like History of Magic they didn't actually do anything and writing notes to him was more than a little tedious.

He finished dressing and saw that Ron had taken his things for him when he left and only left him with his school bag. It was these little things that Harry liked about Ron. He didn’t say anything, he just helped whenever he could.

Harry left the changing room and spelled off the lights to try and prevent the wrath of Filch. If he found that changing rooms illuminated after curfew he’d go berserk. The lights flickered out and Harry started the walk back to the castle. The night had crept in and it was soon getting very dark outside. The pathway was lit with small scones along the way. He was almost the last person outside although there were a few brave or hardy souls around but most were making there way inside.

He let his mind wander for once not really caring where it went. In the next few days he would have a great many new things to think about he was sure but for tonight he just relaxed as he walked. Pushing open the Main entrance he felt the welcoming warmth as he stepped in. Hefting his bag a little higher he turned and started to walk off towards the library but a voice stopped him.

“I’ve been waiting for you Harry.”

Harry turned and looked at Luna. She had changed out of her school uniform and to Harry looked almost normal for once. His eyes for some reason were drawn to her chest as she stood there in front of Harry. Whether it was the result of him looking at Ginny throughout the practice or that he let his teenage mind wander on the path up he didn't know, but as he looked at her his hormones once more ran thought his body. It was almost as though Luna had put something on to emphasise her chest, not in an outlandish way but something subtle.

“Oh...um... is there something you wanted?” he asked pulling his eyes upwards. He could see a slight gleam or something in Luna’s eyes as he finally focused upon them. His mind easily remembered the open way Luna talked about sex and now was definitely not the time for that.

“I wanted to show you something.”

“What?”

“Not here silly, follow me.” Luna said in an amused tone.

“Where too?” asked Harry a little worried.

“Oh come on.” Said Luna grabbing Harry’s hand and walking him through the corridors.

The simple walk affected both of them differently. For Harry it was the first time he had walked hand in hand with someone other than Ginny, his heart seemed to beat faster as they travelled. He didn’t know where they were going as they turned down odd corridors, seemingly at random. His mind started to examine the feelings that Luan was producing as she seemed to bump into him more than just a few times. It wasn’t hard it was thought she was searching him or probing him, but every time she did he could feel her and most times it was her breasts that Harry could feel.

For Luna it was a completely new feeling. She knew where they were going and what they were about to do and it was the first time that a boy had held her hand as they walked towards that goal. Her own emotions were also building in anticipation; she purposely bumped into Harry a few times so that she could feel his arousal and also the stimulation that it gave her breast. She was getting more and more sensitive there as they walked once again knowing the out come.

She stopped in front of a door and paused for a moment. It was the last chance for her to call this off. She had talked to Ginny about doing something like this but now holding Harry’s hand she had to make sure it was right. Turning to face him she took a steadying breath and then spoke.

“Harry do you trust me?”

“Um...yes.”

“No do you really trust me?”

“Yes I do Luna. You may do or say some strange things but I trust you.”

“Do you trust Ginny?”

“Yes.”

“Do you love Ginny?”

Harry felt a wave of panic sweep over him, as he tried to formulate an answer.

“It’s alright I can see the answer. I want you to trust me and trust Ginny. I have spoken to her and I think she now understands; now I just want you to understand.”

“Understand what?”

Luna didn’t answer she just turned the door handle and pulled Harry inside. The classroom was dark but he could make out a few of the desks.

“It’s dark in here was this what you wanted to show me?”

“No Harry.” Answered Luna, who was framed in the door light. “Can you light some of the torches so that we can see?”

Harry dropped his bag but as he did so Luan shut the door close cutting off the only light. He dropped his hand towards his pocket for his wand and was about to call out to Luna when something collided with him. It was hard but it didn’t off balance him, it was just there in front of him. Suddenly his lips felt the pressure of another’s and the rest of his body started to feel Luna against him, his chest could easily feel Luna’s pressing hard against his, his mind wanted him to back away yet his hormones, and shock kept him rooted. He didn’t know what to do as Luna kept moving up and down him ever so slightly but their lips never parted.

He continued the internal wrestle with what he was doing but felt his magic respond to Luna. It was as though the greater part was purring at what she was doing. His arms were still locked to his side and he was in two minds whether he should pull Luna even closer to himself or push her away.

A blast of shock ran through his body as he felt a new sensation. Her hand was on his stomach and was moving downwards with purpose. His early problem was returning with force with Luna kissing him and in a moment that hand would find it. He started to raise his hand to push her away but the hand travelled even faster downwards. A moment of panic swept through him and then a new sensation as the girlish hand gripped him through his trousers. He felt his legs go weak and heard a moan escape from the lips still crushed against his.

Before he could gather his strength to push her away, the contact was broken and Luna stepped backwards. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness but he still couldn’t make anything out, but then slowly the torches were lit one by one in the room.

Harry still felt very breathless as he stood in the room. His bag was still by his feet but now he had his wand out in one of his hands. Luna was calmly standing there lighting each torch before she eventually turned and put her wand back into her hair. Harry was feeling a little silly holding his wand, and so put it away.

“Harry you are frustrated, sexually. It is very understandable even knowing the little about the bonds that I could find. I’d imagine that Gabrielle is even worse. I wonder how she does it?” Luna face took on a dreamy look for a moment. “I suspect you don't feel that you can or more important should do anything about it?”

Harry mouth fell open and all that he could do was grunt.

“I said that I was different. I’ve had sex, it’s enjoyable, I would like to continue. You need to see things differently and so it’s a perfect solution.”

“No...I said that....” tried to say Harry but found it hard, his mind was wracked with many differing emotions and he didn't know which one he should be following.

“Don’t try and think about it too much Harry. I suspect that eventually the five of us will get to know each other and accept between ourselves what everyone else would call perverted. For the moment just enjoy. It won’t ruin anything or anybody it’ll just allow you to relax.”

“No Luna I shouldn’t be doing this. Whether you want it or not; it’s not right especially to Ginny. You are a nice girl but nice girls don’t do this.”

Luna let a small smile spread across her lips at his words.

“You would be surprised what nice girls do Harry. But you shouldn’t be worried about Ginny and this.”

“I cannot and will not cheat on her, you are nice but she…”

“Will know?”

“Think for a moment Harry, just think about you and our connections.”

“What?”

“You cannot cheat on someone if they know. She will feel it I’m sure and if not, tell her. I would but she didn’t want to hear anything when I asked her-”

“Asked her!” blurted Harry shock running through his voice.

“These connections will make us different I’m sure. This is but one thing, by the end I think you will get to know us all.”

Harry’s face fell and his mouth dropped open.

“That’s just it you have to see it. I know I feel it, I feel the best when I’m with you or any of the others I cannot imagine being too far away from everyone now. Please let’s explore this. It will allow you to relax and you know Gabrielle say’s that’s important for your magic to work.”

Harry couldn’t stand there anymore he had to get away from Luna. He wanted to try and talk sense into the girl but not her and not alone so he started to back away but a small part of him was intrigued.

Luna tried to close the gap but Harry kept shuffling back so she tried a more forceful approach. She stopped and started to undo her blouse. Harry’s eyes seemed to fixate on her chest as she did this but she saw him still move ever so slightly backwards. If she hadn’t locked the door she would have been worried that he would bolt but she felt sure that in a moment he would stop.

When the last button was undone she shrugged off her white blouse. Her breasts didn’t spring forward as her bra still kept them contained but Harry would now be able to see them filling her chest. With deft movement she reached behind her and undid the clasp at the back. The sudden release felt joyous to her as her breasts expanded to their normal size from being cramped.

“Look Harry these are just breasts, boobies, tits, whatever you call them I don’t mind. They are part of me; I’m not ashamed to show them to you, in fact I want you to do more with them than just look. Just trust me and your love.”

Harry couldn’t pull his eyes away from the sight it was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. Vivid images of Ginny and Gabrielle teasing him flashed across his mind in comparison and now he was looking mere feet away from two freely swaying young but full breasts. It was though all of the spare blood he had was rushing south. Ginny, Gabrielle, short skirts, bending over and displaying silken bottoms, free swinging breasts everything seemed to suddenly picture itself in Harry’s mind.

Luna saw Harry’s concentration as he looked at her and so took a large step forward before he could even move she grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast. The touch of someone else sent shocks of pleasure through her but she had to wait. Harry could not be rushed but the feel of his hand was joy.

“See, they are part of me, they feel....?”

“Warm....soft.” replied Harry in a daze.

“Yes now move it slightly feel the weight, rub them.”

Harry’s hand did just that and Luna felt the new sensations through her chest. Every movement was slow and unsteady as though Harry was still fighting with himself but the release it would surly bring to her would be worth it.

“Feel how the nipple hardens them and they become more sensitive, play with them but gently.”

Harry found that his thumb and finger alternatively started to play with the swollen nipple. Each movement of his hand or finger seemed to bring forth a new sound from Luna. His other hand wanted to join it but he knew he should stop.

Luna felt herself rise closer as Harry played with her but she wanted more, with deliberate slowness she placed his other hand on her free breast and waited for him to start. He did so slowly at first and then getting more and more into it.

Slightly panting she stepped back from Harry, she wanted to push him as far as she could and didn't want him just to feel her breasts. If they continued she knew she would cum but she wanted to relieve him as well.

“Harry I want to have sex with you. I know at the moment that you won’t but I do. I’m not going to force you, you have to work this out yourself but I’m ready for you, please know that. Just allow me to relieve you even if only once - but I’m sure we can work something out very soon.”

Luna didn't allow him to answer she just closed the gap between them once more and started to kiss him. This time the kiss was even more intense than the last, she allowed her lips to move all over Harry’s and then opened her mouth slightly, Harry lips automatically followed her and so she was able to probe forward with her tongue. She started to rub it across his and inside his mouth. She could hear the faint sounds that Harry was making and knew that he was enjoying it.

Slowly she broke apart the kiss, Harry still looked confused and almost scared but she pressed onward. She slowly sank to her knees in front of him. His eyes didn’t follow her down as he was still thinking of that passionate kiss and the feel of her breasts. She was glad that he didn’t look at her for the moment. She wasn’t embarrassed but knew what she was about to do would shock him even more if he watched.

She let her hands play over his hardness for a moment as they sought their target. She could hear Harry’s slight moans as she did so. Her fingers found the zip she was after and slowly she drew it downwards. As she did so she could see the bulge appear as Harry’s penis was give more freedom. The coloured material of his shorts was stretched across him but before he could react she delved her hand inside.

Another streak of pleasure ran through her as her fingers found his hardness. She was actually holding Harry’s penis in her hands. For some reason it was almost like a dream come true. She wanted to just hold it examine it and play with it but knew that Harry would react as soon as he came fully to his senses. She was determined not to let that happen, she had to take him to completion this first time or all could be lost.

Manoeuvring that organ out of its confines was easy and soon it was pulled out of the opening in his trousers. She now got her first sight of it. The purple hardness literally pulsated with need. She didn’t know what had caused it but was glad it meant that Harry wouldn’t last for long and so have less time to stop her. She lent forward slightly and kissed the tip in front of her. She felt Harry shudder she did this and so slowly ran her tongue over the head. She felt the hard smoothness on her tough and ached do more but she continued on.

“Ahhhhh….” Moaned Harry as the combined stimulus of the wet tongue and the hand simulated him. Never in his life had he felt like this, his mind was just a wash with this feeling, all conscious reasoning had left him as soon as Luna and held him.

Luna opened her mouth and swallowed what she could of this purple monster in front of her. She wasn’t as experienced as people said but she still knew what to do. She started to pump Harry penis in and out of her mouth using her warmth and moisture as well as a little suction to stimulate him. After only a few moments she felt Harry’s involuntary movement in his hips as he got close. She quickened the pace but before she could really speed up she felt the penis pulse more fully than it had done before. The sticky substance hit the back of her throat and she readily started to swallow it. Pulse after pulse sent more and more into her mouth. When she thought she could take no more the shooting slowed and then stopped.

She relaxed her pressure on is organ and saw it start to deflate. As it did so Harry’s legs became slightly week as his mind was still travelling with that release. Luna got to her feet and waited for Harry to regain some of his senses. She was still aroused but it didn’t matter to her this time, to get Harry to look at her in this way would be payment enough.

“Um…ah….?” Stammered Harry his face still aglow with what they had just done.

“See Harry sex isn’t dirty, it is wonderful. I will do that or anything else that you want, you just have to ask. Try not to think about what is acceptable to society. You, me and the rest of the girls will be different. You may want to talk to Ginny about what we have done but she will explain the same thing. Sex between the two of you may not be what is right now, but later it will be. For us it is right. The others will understand, you just have to trust them, your magic and me. You just have to be careful about Gabrielle.”

Harry’s mind was beginning to focus back on what was happening and the mention of Gabrielle’s name caused a starting reaction in his penis, but she was far too young?

Luna saw the twitch and realised that the young girl must be really affecting Harry.

“It’s not wrong Harry that is not the warning I’m giving you it just…”

“Just what?”

“She is a sexual creature. She needs you and needs sex with you, I suspect. Eventually you will have to decided what is more important: the acceptance of society or her.”

“But…but…she’s too…”

“Don’t worry about it now Harry. Just enjoy what we have done first.”

Harry was once more speechless at Luna’s words they always seemed to reach the core of him.

“Time is moving on Harry and I don’t think either one of us wants to be caught out after curfew. Next week we can do more, if you refuse I’ll just drag you off or do it right in front of the other girls so no arguments!”

Luna smiled at Harry and picked up her blouse and bra, shrugging her shoulders and thinking that her common room wasn’t far she just shrugged on her blouse and left without bothering to do up any of the button.

Harry watched Luna leave as he tried to process everything that had just happened. He suddenly realised that he was standing in the middle of a classroom with its door open and his penis still hanging out. Fearing being seen he quickly stuffed himself back inside his trousers and left for the common room still basking in the pleasure that Luna had just given him.




**

Gabrielle shivered in absolute delight as Harry’s feeling washed over her. She would have had to been the most un-sensitive Veela not to feel what was coming from Harry. He was so open with his emotions it was pure bliss. She wasn’t sure what exactly was happening but she knew it to be good and that it also involved something sexual. She couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face but it didn’t matter as she was sitting alone in her normal place next to his chair.

Whatever Harry was going though could only help her and eventually all of them she mused. Ginny wasn’t with him as she was still sitting at one of the tables writing her essay, so that only left two real candidates and she suspected that the frank talking Luna was the one causing his emotions. Her Veela side literally purred at the knowledge that Harry was at last finding a release. She wanted that to be her job - that was some of what Veela’s wanted or need from their chosen. If they were able to be that release then they would be kept close and safe, but Harry still didn’t look at her in that way but this experience might change him.

She stroked Chantal again as she lay neatly between her and the side of the sofa. Stroking the rabbit seemed to easy her emotions a little but she could still feel them bubbling in the room. Gabrielle watched as Ron got to his feet as the portrait opened to admit another student. The hour was getting late and Harry still hadn’t returned but Gabrielle suspected that it wouldn’t be long now. She saw the new arrival and shivered once more but this time not from pleasure. She looked directly at Hermione’s face and could read it instantly. A small nudge by her hand broke her concentration as she looked down.

Midnight had climbed onto the sofa unnoticed by her and was nudging her hand that was stroking Chantal. She lifted her hand and watched as the cat brushed noses with the rabbit. There pair seemed to do this a lot it was like a greeting message between them. Never would she have suspected that such a huge cat could be so gentle. Surprisingly this time her rabbit moved. Normally they would greet and then part but this time she saw Chantal wriggle a bit before eventually hopping onto her legs and then off onto the floor. Midnight followed the rabbit and the two moved away from Gabrielle towards the fire. Once they were a little way away Midnight curled into its customary circle but this time with the rabbit safely in the centre. It was like midnight was protecting it.

Gabrielle looked at the two familiars and felt the emotions within her come forward. She had hopped that she had misread the look on Hermione’s face as she was talking to Ron but evidently the two familiars thought the same as her: the time had come. Gabrielle closed her eyes and braced her mental shields, she didn't want Harry to feel what was coming because she suspected that it wouldn’t be nice. The common room wasn’t empty. There were only a few students left and all of those who were there were of the older years and so knew a lot about Harry, Hermione and Ron. Coupled with the fact that Harry still hadn’t returned, it would be the perfect time to confront her.

Almost as soon as these thoughts had finished she felt as well as saw the shadow cross her and so she looked up into the face of Hermione. The way the eyes looked into her Gabrielle felt very scared. Hermione was a powerful witch, everyone acknowledged that she was the smartest around but what was worse to her was that she was Harry’s longest ‘girl’ friend: she could drive a wedge between them if she wanted too, as she was certain that Harry respected Hermione’s knowledge as much or even more that her own.

“I said that I would find you out and I have. I’m going to put a stop to all of this nonsense you have been weaving.”

“I haven’t....”

“Oh the old argument won’t work with me; I’ve done the research I know exactly what you are doing.”

“Doing?”

“Yes, you are just like all of the other girls around him; you want his money and power. Don't deny it, I can see it in your face, but unlike them you are used to getting your way. See I’ve looked into you and know all about you, how you came to Hogwarts as part of the Tri-Wizard tournament but stayed on after you were needed presumably after finding out about Harry. That’s when it all started; you stayed at home manipulating people with your ways until you have got them and now him under your spell.”

Gabrielle glanced around at the sudden silence in the common room. She saw Ginny stand up and start towards her, she didn't want Ginny to join as she was afraid of what would happen but no matter how much pleading she put into her eyes Ginny moved inexorably closer.

“Now come on Hermione...” called out Ginny getting closer.

“No Ginny, for once you have to see the truth. You are my friend or were until she came along.”

“I still am.”

“Are you, are you really? You spend so much time with her and Harry that you can’t see it! She’s affecting you, affecting Harry, only I can see it. Even Ron can feel it slightly he told me so.”

“Hermione!” hissed Ron, trying to stay out of the argument but she took no notice.

“Ginny you just don’t want to face the truth and this little Veela has you believing in your fairytale. We’ve spoken, lots of times I know of your feelings but you have to realise the truth. I’ve known him the longest I know what he thinks. I should have told you long ago but didn't. I didn’t want to hurt you but now I have to, you have to see. So you can help me to protect him.”

Ginny felt suddenly confused. She had come over to help Gabrielle, Hermione had sounded so insistent but now she was almost attacking her.

“Ginny, Harry doesn’t love you; he doesn’t even know what love is! It’s just your fairy story, you were brought up on stories of the Great Harry Potter, remember you told me. You were told of the tiny boy managing to defeat the evil wizard and you fell in love. When you first met him you eyes only saw that knight that saved the word, and then he did it once more. He saved you, came to your rescue and you loved him even more. I let you have your fantasy but I should have stopped it then. He didn't save you because he loved you, he did it because you were Ron’s sister and student. If it was Parvati or Lavender, or heaven forbid Parkinson, he still would have done it, you weren’t, aren’t special to him.”

“But he’s now my....”

“That’s just it, please Ginny see through this deception. You saw how he was with Cho and any girl he comes close to. He’s not like Seamus or even Dean or Ron he’s different but suddenly over the Summer he fall’s head over heels in love with you. It’s just not Harry! I know you want it but let it go. Let the story your mum read to you go and see her for what she is.” Said Hermione pointing directly at Gabrielle.

“Gabrielle?” whispered Ginny feeling her insides crumble at the words Hermione was saying. She didn't want to believe them yet Gabrielle was saying nothing in defence.

Hermione pounced on the silence. She saw that Ginny was beginning to listen to her reasoning and so focused on Gabrielle.

“A young girl couldn’t possibly help Harry, it’s impossible. Yet you claim to be helping him. How could any parent let their child leave the country if it wasn’t magical influence? How long did it take to befuddle them? Yes I know about the Veela I’ve read the books, all of them, you are using your powers to get what you want and so destroy our greatest hope.”

“I’m not using any Veela....”

“Stop lying, you do it all the time. Your face, your body, it exudes the Veela magic far more that your sister ever did and she was much older. How long did Harry take? You were with him alone - a young girl in a foreign country alone with a boy. It sounds so impossible that it must be. You’ve changed him and all that come close, Harry told me you are trying to help him improve himself yet months later he is no more than when you began, except that now he has ideas which are unbelievable planted in his head. Ideas you’ve planted!”

“I am helping him.”

“So you claim but there is no evidence. You have just manipulated him and Ginny and anyone else who came close so that you could get what you want, his money and power. That’s what Veela do, they want to control. They use their magic to control to rule. You see him as a way to rule, but I won’t let you. Even now you are failing; I bet you didn’t count on his nature when you started. Veela have always used sex and you can’t because you are too young!”

Gabrielle could not keep quiet anymore, she just wanted to ride the storm out but she to fight back.

“I’m not too young!” she spat back.

“Oh, but you are. He just sees the little girl’s body. However much you profess that you are old enough your body is that of a little girl, your final weapon is useless.”

“My body may be young but I can be legally of age.”

“Oh yes more lies and deceptions to try and entice him or anyone listening. You are beautiful that I can see but the simple facts you aren’t even close to fifteen!”

“But I’m a Veela they mature far earlier.”

“You may think you are, you even use their magic but you, my wayward little girl, are still a witch and that is why you are failing.”

Gabrielle voice dropped to almost a whisper as she replied.

“No Hermione that’s where you start to go wrong. That is how I came to this country, that is why I can help him, and that is why I can never have his power or money.”

“What?”

“For one so smart, you haven’t realised you can’t research something so close to your heart. You have indeed read the books but you have not understood them. I’m a Veela, I’m as close to a Veela as a witch can become without actually being one, how or why I don't know but I know that eventually one day I will have to choose to be a Veela or not.”

“See.” Responded Hermione with a small note of triumph.

“He doesn’t see me as a Veela. I wish with all my heart that he did but he doesn’t. He as you put it, is too much of a gentleman. If he would look at me that way then I would take the test I would get myself declared as Veela for him!”

“Then you can control him even more!”

“Hermione I know that you love him, not in the same way as Ginny but like a sister but listen and understand. You have read the books but little is said about us and most of it is untrue - written by those jealous of us. You, the one people say is trying to champion magical creatures, have fallen into the trap of not knowing. Veela are like your precious elves, we are commodities to be bought or sold by our masters. We are to satisfy them or to have something pretty to look at or both. We cannot own anything nor have ‘power’ as you keep claiming, we are nothing except a possession.

We are given positions in the household to hide what we really do. Some call us mistresses, or whores or prostitutes but we don't get paid, we just survive. Kindly houses may take on Veela as Governesses to look after the children to educate the young but we are still a possession to the master to be used how he sees fit. That is true nature of Veela. You cannot see it, but I am helping Harry. He is changing and developing even though through choices not his own he has been restricted, But now those barriers are being released. He is no longer the Harry you knew, he is now becoming the Harry he should have been.

Look at him, truly look at him and tell me that he is not happy. You can lock me far away but it won’t stop what is happening. He will need your help, all of his friends help, I haven’t taken him away from you, I have joined you. ”

Gabrielle could feel the changing emotions within Hermione and the look of concentration on her face as she sought to shuffle through everything she had said so far. She turned to towards Ginny but noticed that the Common Room was now empty and Ron was standing at the back of it. Obviously he had cleared it a little while ago to give them privacy.

“Ginny, Hermione is wrong. She didn't mean it, he does love you, and you know it. Feel it deep within you. Don't be hurt from what she said. It is hard to watch someone you care for change so much after a new person comes into their life. She looked for the answers she wanted rather than the ones that were out there. Whether he came for you in the chamber because of love is neither here nor there, he loves you now, we both know that.”

“This can’t be true, this can’t be right.” whispered Hermione shaking her head “You must be affecting me you’re using your magic.”

Gabrielle got to her feet lightly grasped Hermione’s hand.

“You have to believe in what I’m saying. Look into it again, talk to me and I will answer your questions but just look at Harry and see the changes and then you will understand. Or better yet, explain how Harry was able to find Susan. The death eaters had an entire day to find her but didn’t, Harry only took minutes. He led us right to her.”

“She’s got a point there ‘Mione.” Ron said softly, Hermione whirled on him and he merely shrugged. “Harry just sort of closed his eyes and pointed, we followed him. We didn’t actually search for her at all really.” He finished shrugging.

“See, there’s all the proof you need, I’m just trying to help, really I am. That’s all I care about.”

Hermione wanted to argue more but the fight was leaving her. The calm attitude, and simple proof that Gabrielle was showing made her feel embarrassed.

“Alright but I’m still keeping an eye on you.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way. He is going to need all the help he can get, and you are a big part of it. I’m going to bed now. See you all in the morning.”

Ginny watched Gabrielle leave. She could feel the emotions coming from the girl but she had her own to deal with. Now she understood that Gabrielle had been right. Hermione was frightened even more so than she was when she was first told about sharing Harry. She crossed to Hermione and pulled her into a hug. She felt the older girl stiffen slightly but they held onto each other nevertheless for a long time. As they broke apart she still held her at arm’s length before saying.

“Keep looking out for us Hermione because without you he wouldn’t be where he is today. I think I’m going to go to bed as well, it’s been.... See you both in the morning.”

She turned and walked to the bottom of the staircase where she paused once more saying with a hint of mischief in her voice,

“Don't do anything that Harry and I wouldn’t do…on second thoughts just make sure he doesn’t walk in on you. Night.”

Hermione still felt a little shocked by what just happened. She had been so sure that she was right but the way Gabrielle spoke with that calm assurance told her that she was wrong and perhaps dangerously so. If Harry had been here it would have been even worse, she almost lost the one thing she was trying to keep safe. Harry’s friendship.

***

The knock on the door wasn’t the first warning that Greenburg had that there were visitors; some of his wards had already alerted him before the light sound had reached his ears. He was still a little worried about reaction from Voldemort so crossed to the door with his wand draw ready for anything. Muttering a few words he unlocked the door and looked at the man that was waiting for him. Greenburg’s eyes darted around and saw that he had no backup and yet his wards had told him that more than one had approached. Still fearing the worst, he waited for the man to speak.

Wormtail hated being the delivery boy once more and especially to this man yet he knew that it was only him that Voldemort entrusted with these difficult tasks. He was just hoping that he would be able to see the day when Voldemort showed this upstart what happened when you stood up to the dark lord. Unshrinking a medium size chest from his pocket he thrust it towards the man stood in front of him.

“Here it is.” He said with as much disgust as he could muster.

Greenburg looked at the chest carefully before he stretched out and took it. Suddenly he thought that his future was getting better because by the feel of it, this was his payment.

“And this!” continued Wormtail as his hand shot out to the side and pulled something into view.

Greenburg could only stare as a young woman was dragged from the side to stand in front of Wormtail. His eyes wanted to roam over the girl at once but saw the look of fear in her face and so he relented. There would be plenty of time for that, he thought, and the landing outside of his flat was no place for him to ogle a girl.

“She will do anything you want…like you asked for, now you have better be worth it.” Spat Wormtail before he turned and walked away.

Greenburg could still feel his heart beating fast as the woman stood there. Eventually he took a step backwards and indicated to the girl to come in. As the girl walked in past him, he closed the door and took his time in examining what they had brought him. She seemed to be walking very unsteadily as she crossed to the centre of the room. As she did so he got a much better look at her.

He estimated that she was about eighteen or nineteen in age and did indeed have a very good figure, but she looked very uncared for. Her clothes were dirty and some of them had rips in them, he could detect a faint and unpleasant odour from her as thought she hadn’t washed in a few days. Her face had dirty marks all across it and her blond hair hung limply across her face. She stopped in the centre of the room as though waiting for the next instruction. Greenburg walked back to his chair and placed the chest down next to it, he wanted to see what was inside but this girl had all of his attention.

When he had asked for such a slave he could only think of one thing but now looking at the girl his attitude suddenly changed. The lost almost helpless look about her seemed to pierce him deeply.

“What is your name?”

“A…a…Ashley sir.” Replied the girl in a very quiet voice.

“Do you know why you are here?”

“The…the…Men said I had to do what you said…forever.”

“They said that?”

“Yes….after….they said I had to do what you said and make you happy or they would….”

“What?”

“Kill me?” replied Ashley with a tear slowly running unheeded down her cheek.

Greenburg just looked at the girl and tried to make some sense of what he had just done. His mind shot through a number of differing things in an attempt to avoid the obvious. As he stood there thinking he saw the girl start to move her hands. They moved slowly almost shakily to the hem of her t-shirt. His eyes were drawn to her slender arms and a sickening feeling washed over him as he saw that what he first thought was dirt marks on her arms were in fact bruises. Before he could say anything about them the girl had grasped the hem and was starting to pull it upwards.

“What are you doing?” quickly asked Greenburg

“They told me this was what you wanted, all you would ever wanted of me.” Replied Ashley as she continued to pull upwards.

Greenburg closed the gap and placed his hands upon her arms careful to avoid the bruises.

“Stop…wait.”

“But….” Cried Ashley her voice breaking “…they will...”

“No they won’t, you are safe here.” He said.

Greenburg had never seen hope fill someone before. In curse breaking he had seen the opposite too many times but this was the first that he saw hope fill someone’s face. It was though Ashley’s eyes and face tried to soak in the words he had just said and believe them. She was trying to grasp onto just a few words in the hope that they were true. Greenburg gently encircled her with his arms and pulled her towards him. She gave him no resistance and the next thing he felt was her sobs as she cried on his shoulder.

Time passed for the pair as they stood there - the girl sobbing her heart out on his shoulder. He had wanted a slave but this, this girl, was not what he was suspecting. He knew that Voldemort and some of his followers were excellent at mind magic and he had assumed that that was what they would have done to get him what he wanted. Instead it seemed, they had used a far more brutal way of doing it and one that sent a very clear message to him as well.

As the tears started to dry out he slowly stepped back, Ashley still stood rooted to the spot with tear streaks now down her face but she still looked very scared.

“When was the last time you ate?”

“Don’t know sir?”

“When was the last time you had a shower or something?”

“D…Don’t know sir?” she replied again with a slight tremble in her voice.

“Why don’t you take a shower while I get something prepared? It’s down there, the second door. You can use the dressing gown on the door afterwards.”

“Thank you sir.” She replied gratefully, before turning and still on unsteady steps walked towards the indicated door.

Greenburg waited until he heard the shower start before he turned to the kitchen. With a wave of his wand he started something cooking before he returned to the chest but mind was still on the girl in his shower. His request, nay demand, had caused it. How could he live with that? He had wanted to show the world that he was the best but now all he could show was that he was greedy, so greedy that he would destroy a life just so that he could get his pleasure.

Suddenly his mind told him that he had two people to look out for now. No matter what happened now, he had to make sure that both of them could escape. He didn’t think he could live with himself if he abandoned her to them just so that he could escape. Everything was getting more and more complicated for him.

Looking at his last gift he waved his wand to check it and found nothing so opened the chest. The contents gleamed back at him as piles and piles of gold shone up at him. Sitting on top of the pile was a letter very much like that very first one when he had started down this long road. He picked it up and slit it open, a single page of parchment fell out and he read the words on it.

The noise from the shower stopped and Greenburg felt very sick in the stomach. Everything was changing for him now and moving in a way he never wanted. He glanced between the still closed bathroom door and the kitchen. He had a greater problem to deal with at the moment, he should focus on that and let the rest just come. Turning towards the kitchen he started to prepare the best meal that he could. The parchment slipped from his fingers as he moved away and it fluttered to the ground for everyone to read, yet only he would understand.

Saturday, 4:00pm

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