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Chapter 18: Ginny, Draco and Cissy



Author's note: Myrtle is possessing Hermione's body; Hermione is somehow in control of an essensential(commonly known as a dementor). The Hermione/Myrtle combination will simply be known as Myrtle from now on, with an occasional reference to her being in Hermione's form. The Noir/Hermione symbiot will be known simply as Hermione, or the symbiot. I hope this cuts down on the confusion.



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Bill dropped the lash and walked to his baby sister, tied ankle and wrist to a naked man.



"Ginny, this thing raped you everyday for two months," he said, trying to remain calm.



"While you were raping Fleur in the room across the hall?"



"That wasn't rape, we are abonded couple who love each other!" Bill screamed. Then he caught what his little sister was saying and the look on his face was sheer horror. "No!"



"When have you ever heard me use the word 'rape' to describe what Draco did to me, or rather for me?"



"No!" Charlie said, refusing to believe it "he's got you under some kind of spell, or potion!"



"Must be the same potion you used when you were in school then, I've heard from people who know that you slept your way through half of Hufflepuff and most of Ravenclaw while you were at school."



"That's different," he insisted.



"Why?" she asked, "because you're a bloke?"



She fixed her gaze on Bill,"and you, putting your initials on the inside door frames of all those broom cupboards - along with tick marks - keeping score?"



Bill's face went pale, "how do you know about. . ."



"Oh /puleeze/, I topped your score by the end of my fourth year!"



Both brothers looked horrified.



"I know why you did Hufflepuffs Charlie. All loyal to the core; they don't shag and tell!"



Charlie advanced on the bound couple with the cruel-looking hooked knife.



"Stop Charlie," she screamed. "He's innocent! He did not rape me because you cannot rape someone who is willing!"



"No!" Charlie screamed as he brought his arm around in a wide arc - determined to disembowel Malfoy.



No less than six stunners shot out. One struck him dead center dropping the redheaded berserker like a sack of flour.



Bill checked his brother's vitals, pulse, breathing okay. Then he looked at his baby sister, the darling of the Weasley family. "How? Why?"



As Draco and Ginny were lowered one of the aurors disenchanted their bindings. Ginny covered his naked body in her thin grey prison cloak and answered.



"Draco kept me alive this summer; if he hadn't petitioned Voldemort for exclusive rights to me I would have been raped to death. In the beginning I did what I could to please him because Iwas grateful for my life, but after several weeks of being together we grew on each other." She looked at the assembled crowd. "He saved all of you too. Draco delivered the key bit of intelligence that let the side of light win the war, and this is how you repay him?" She spat in disgust.



"Sharptooth?" Harry asked



"Yes Harry?"



"I need to pay the fines on Draco, Ginny and Narcissa, can I afford it?"



The goblin grumbled, "Barely Harry. You're going to need to start cashing in on your celebrity pretty soon though."



Draco grinned lopsidedly, "See Potter, it took a pureblood girl to save the day this time!"



"Actually, son, Lord Black fired the stunner that felled the Weasley. Everyone else was too slow, and no one else hit the mark."



"Mother?" he asked, finally recognizing the woman with the close cropped platinum hair.



"Yes Draco. Now kneel with me."



"Mother?" he repeated disbelieving, but did as he was told.



"I Narcissa Black" she indicated Draco repeat her words.



"I Draco Malfoy"



"Draco Black, there is no more Malfoy" his mother corrected.



"Draco Black," he dutifully repeated.



"Do offer fealty to my liege lord Harry Potter-Black"



"Mother!"



Narcissa looked coolly at her son and hissed, "Lord Harry has saved your ungrateful life twice. Moreover he has granted us freedom twice; first from that reptile Voldemort and then again from Azkaban, if you will not show due gratitude, fine, on your head be it! But you will obey your mother in this!"



Draco numbly repeated, "Do offer fealty to my liege lord Harry Potter-Black"



Then mother and son both declared: "To support and defend his person and those of his house as long as Ishall live. Upon my life and my magic I so swear, so mote it be!"



Myrtle whispered, "You are now a liege lord, it's a great responsibility. Their station in life will be whatever you declare it to be. Draco could be the stable boy and Narcissa the scullery maid if that's what you want."



Harry smirked. "Gratifying as that might be it would be an awful waste of potential." He looked down at the newly minted Blacks and said "Please rise you two, I'm not comfortable having people kneel to me"



"You'd better get used to it milord," Ginny said. Kneeling before him she pledged her life to his as well.



"Mrs. Malf, um Miss Black ah, Narcissa," Harry was a bit out of his element, "what do I call you?"



She was enjoying his discomfort but took pity and said, "Miss Black will do in public. Narcissa in our own home or you may call me Cissa."



"Cissa?" he asked.



"I was born when Andromeda was three years old; she had trouble wrapping her tongue around 'Narcissa' so she would introduce me as her 'sister Cissa' only it came out cissa Cissa. You understand? Cissa meant sister as well as Narcissa.



"You may also address my by my position, I believe Lady Potter suggested 'Scullery Maid'?"



"Sorry Miss Black, a bad joke."



"Not to worry milady, I've been called worse."



"I believe your position will be advisor as well as social secretary. I need to be taken seriously in wizarding society and you are best suited to teach me the ins and outs."



"May we await you at Black Estate, milord?" Narcissa asked.



Harry nodded and she gathered her son into a tight embrace before apparating away.



Judge Vance clapped Harry on the shoulder, "that was a noble thing you did Harry, I know you don't fully understand yet, but you've just given three people their lives back, and achance at a better future than they could have realized."



"I can't help myself sir, apparently I have this 'saving people' thing." He smiled at his wife and realized that Myrtle wouldn't understand the reference. His smile fell, only slightly, but she noticed.



"Harry?" she asked solicitously.



"Just something that my best friend told me a couple of years ago" he said and shrugged.



She nodded her understanding but felt a slight frission, like something had changed in their relationship.



"Ginny" Harry asked "would you like to go straight to the Black Estate or maybe get something from the Burrow first?"



"I-I'd like to get my clothes and such from home, but. . ."



"I can take us there. I've apparated to your parent's home several times now."



"Ginny, is it your parents, your family?" Myrtle asked.



Hanging her head low she nodded.



"If there's one thing the Weasley's have taught me, it's that nothing is more important than family, c'mon."



He gathered her into a hug and looked at his wife, "Sweetheart?"



"You go ahead love. I need to speak with our solicitor. I'll meet you at home in say, an hour?"



Harry side-along apparated Ginny to the Burrow appearing in the back yard just outside the kitchen window. Molly had been doing dishes by hand, the repetitive motion comforting. So much had happened over the past week she was nearly at the end of her rope. She looked up to see Harry and Ginny appear not ten feet in front of her, their arms around each other.



The Weasley matron squeezed her eyes shut for a few seconds and opened them carefully. The embracing couple was gone.



She shook her head and went back to work scrubbing a large round pan when she heard Ginny's trembling voice say, "Mum?"



She spun around still holding the dripping pan to see her baby girl standing in front of her, in prison garb with her head shorn, Harry at her side.



"Ginny?"



The young woman nodded and tears flowed freely as the two hugged each other fiercely. "Oh Ginny, Ginny, Ginny. Are you real? Are you really here?"



"Yes Mummy, I'm here, I don't have to go back to that awful place, Harry. . ."



"Harry?" Molly squealed, "Harry, got you out?"



"Kinda. Mum, Harry's my liege lord and my warden now."



Molly looked at Harry over Ginny's shoulder. "You paid her price?"



He nodded and she mouthed, "Thank you."



"I'm just going to run upstairs and change and get some more clothes Mum, could you put a kettle on?"



As she disappeared up the stairs Molly turned to Harry. "Will you be taking care of her from now on?"



"After a fashion," he said. "She wants to work with Ron and the rest of the Kissed; she's made some real progress in just a few days without a lot of support from, well, anyone. I think this will be good for her."



"You'd be good for her Harry." Molly said earnestly.



"She has to make her own future ma'am, and so do I. We were never meant to be anything more than good friends. She's the sister I never had."



The tea kettle sang as Ginny came down the stair dressed in jeans, trainers and a t shirt. Her hair had been charmed to shoulder length in a pixie-ish cut that framed her face nicely.



"You look lovely dear" Molly said approvingly.



They sat for tea and Harry told Molly about the progress that Ginny had made so far with the Kissed, and of their efforts to remove the Kissed of Azkaban for treatment.



"I'm sorry to say this but we have to go," Harry apologized, putting his cup down "We'll floo you with our new address tomorrow."



Molly hugged them both just before they apparated to Grimmauld Place.



As soon as Harry's world stopped spinning from the floo network he saw an angry Hermione. He knew it was her because Myrtle normally didn't hover six inches off the ground.



"What did you do? What did you say to her?"



"What? Who? When?"



"Myrtle came in not an hour ago and ran straight to the master where she's been crying all this time - she's put out enough raw emotion to feed Noir and me for a week!"



Ginny looked back and forth between Harry and Hermione, her mouth wide open, "Hermione?" she asked tentatively.



Hermione looked at Ginny and sighed, "let's go into the kitchen -- oh no, not you! You go up to the bedroom and fix whatever you did with Myrtle!"



"Myrtle?" Ginny gasped.



"Long story, I'll fill you in on the details in the kitchen." Looking at Harry she asked, "why are you still here? Go!"



Harry stumbled up the stair to the master bedroom only to find the door locked.



"Sweetheart?" he asked.



Meacham faded in and told him quietly, "You are the master of this house; no door will be locked against you unless you allow it. I don't know what you've done to mistress but I must say that I do not approve, sir!"



He was starting to get really annoyed by this point, he could understand if there had been a fight or if words had been exchanged or if he had been thoughtless or cruel, but this was too much; he didn't know what to think. "I don't know what I did, okay?"



"Word of advice sir? Whatever happens you can not win. Accept this as fact and you will, in fact, prevail. The first words out of your mouth, sir, had better be an apology; otherwise you'll be sleeping in one of the smaller guest quarters."



Harry steeled himself and gripped the door handle as Meacham faded from sight. With a click the door opened to reveal Hermione's familiar form draped over the duvet, a pillow over her head. He quietly walked to the side of the bed and sat on the edge.



"Sweetheart, um, Mrs. Potter .. . love?"



She rolled away from him on the bed and huffed. "What?"



Harry bit back a short response having remembered Meacham's words just in time. He grasped her hand tenderly and said I'm so sorry, I've been an insensitive git and I have no excuse, please forgive me?"



Whatever she had been expecting it wasn't this. Flabbergasted she began to cry again. "Oh Harry, I didn't think you realized, and you came here to apologize and I must look a right mess and . . ."



He silenced her with a tender kiss, which she returned with interest. Salty wet kisses were not exactly new to Harry; those were the only kind Cho ever gave him, but somehow kissing the tears away from Hermione's face.



Hermione's face.



Now he understood.



Part of the reason, a large part of the reason that he had mate bonded with Myrtle was because she was in Hermione's body - they were soul bonded, but her body belonged to someone else.



Harry was overcome with immense feelings of guilt. Had Hermione given him permission to make love to her body? Was he guilty of rape? Would Dan Granger have him whipped and castrated?



Myrtle was using Hermione's body to kiss and stroke him and he didn't know what to do. He knew what he wanted to do, sweet Merlin on a bike she was driving him crazy with desire right now. But it didn't seem right, now.



"Ah, um, sweetheart" he said, holding her at arms length. Gawd she looked like she was about to devour him,"do you still have the pendant?"



"Of course silly, why don't you see for yourself?" she vamped, unbuttoning the top three buttons of her blouse.



Yep, it was right there, nestled between the two most luscious breasts in the world . . . stop that!



He picked up the vial, grazing her bare flesh in the process, which made her moan.



Oh Hecate, a Moaning Myrtle sounded so good right now.



"Here, take mine and unscrew the top."



She chuckled. "You can unscrew a light bulb, but not a pregnant girl!"



He froze, "Um, are you trying to tell me something, Sweetheart?"



She was taken aback by his seriousness. "Oh no, I'm on the potion, I'm safe for at least a month," she saw his look of vast relief and said, "Harry, what's really going on here?"



"Sharpclaw told me about these pendants, one drop of blood from each of us and we'll know what the other is thinking, as long as we're both wearing these pendants."



"And you want to know what I'm thinking?" she asked.



"I need you to know what I'm thinking. It'll make things, well not easier but clearer. Understand?"



She shook her head. "No, but Isee that you do. What do I need to do?"



"We'll need a small sterile blade." As he was saying this, the vial cap came off revealing a tiny flat blade, perfect for the task at hand.



"All right, now to sterilize, hmmm." He went to the sideboard and poured brandy into a small flannel. Returning to the bed he took the two tiny blades out and wiped them against the alcohol.



"Two drops each" he said as he pricked his finger, one each for both vials.



She did the same. As the drops of blood commingled in the vials a soft glow, like that of a firefly, came from each vial. They capped the vials and settled in for a long silent conversation.



"I wonder when it'll start working."



"Hard to say, may be a - waitaminit, did you say that out loud?"



"No"



"Well, that answers that question"



"What did you want me to know" she asked.



Harry took a deep breath and let it out, let his thoughts flow; it was the deepest form of communication.



His absolute destitution as he held her inert body.



His indescribable joy as she stirred.



The first niggling suspicions that she wasn't who she made herself out to be.



The realization that he truly loved Myrtle.



The realization that he truly loved Hermione.



He would die for them, but could he live with them?



The self-disgust that he was using Hermione's body without her consent.



"All right mister, just stop right there!" she said aloud, quite aloud.



"But its true, Hermione did not give us permission" he groused



"Not in so many words, but twice she's sent us off to bed with the full knowledge that we would /not/be sleeping!"



"Yes, but . . ."



"And see, look at this one!"



Harry revisited his return home with Ginny and Hermione ordering him to make up with his wife.



Myrtle rolled off the bed and walked around, grabbing Harry's hand as she did. She all but dragged him down the stairs into the small dining room where Hermione sat with Ginny.



"Hermione, may I please have the full use of this body to do with as I see fit?"



"I'd prefer you not get any piercings or tattoos."



"May I use it to bear Harry's children?"



Hermione thought for a moment and said, with a small smile, "Of course."



"Mister Potter, I'm going upstairs. I expect you to be there in very short order or I might have to see just how accommodating Meacham can be!"



A slightly shell-shocked Harry looked at Hermione. "I don't know what to say."



"Thank you is a good start. Now go, she wants you and this way we both get you."



Ginny piped up. "There isn't anyone in this house that doesn't love you Harry. Now go show Myrtle how lucky she is."



As Harry climbed the stairs Ginny looked at her best friend. "Need some company tonight."



"Oh Gawdess yes!"



As soon as the door to the master closed the two girls ran to Hermione's room.



Harry closed the door and set the silencing wards around the room, then looked at the empty bed.



"Sweetheart?" he called.



"I'll be out in half a tic, love. Why not slip into something more comfortable?"



He thought about that and chuckled. He completely disrobed; cast a cleansing and freshening charm. He then put on a silk kimono, tied loosely at the waist, and propped himself up in the bed, his back against the headboard.



The door to the master bath opened and a goddess stepped out.



Mrs. Potter strode out of the room in a brilliant red bra and knickers set with matching thigh-high stockings and six inch blood red stiletto heels. Her hair was charmed so that it flowed over her shoulders and trailed behind like a chestnut colored mane.



She fixed him to the headboard with a look that was pure wanton lust. Harry couldn't help but react as the majority of his blood flowed south.



She spoke in a voice that was an octave lower than normal "You like, Mrs. Potter's mister?"



He wanted to answer with asuave, debonair, "but of course."



What came out sounded something like "Urk?"



She came at him on all fours from the far side of the bed, looking like a predatory cat. No professional dancer ever exuded such raw sexuality. She crawled on top of him, straddling his torso, and then leaned down to capture his mouth in hers. Her kiss was warm, wet, inviting and full of promise. She pressed her hot sex against his torso and shuddered, evidence of a small orgasm as she pulled away from his mouth, sucking his bottom lip until their faces separated with a slight 'pop'.



He could feel the wet heat from her soaked knickers on his abdomen and he caressed her naked bum.



Waitaminit; naked bum? Thong!



The realization that she was in the barest excuse for lingerie almost had him spurting on the spot. Merlin, Morgana and Maeve she was hot!



She rose to her knees to untie the kimono and free his member from its durance vile, and then crouched down so that his manhood was nestled in her bum crack.



"Let's just see how many times you can come tonight!"



She reached behind and cupped his scrotum in one hand and the length of the underside of his cock in the other, pressing its length along her delicious bum.



"I'm gonna-"



"Its okay baby, come for me. Iwant you to come for me!"



As she said "come" the second time he groaned. The pressure of his arousal combined with the pressure of her hand along his length resulted in a white splatter pattern up her back to her hair.



"That's a good boy" she cooed,"That's a very good boy!"



She leaned forward and kissed him thoroughly, chuckling to herself as she felt his unflagging member pulsing against her backside.



"Eveready Bunny indeed!" she smirked.



She slid down, trailing kisses as she went, sucking each of his nipples hungrily as she palmed his erection. When her breasts were level with his raging boner she unsnapped the front hook and pressed her soft mounds around his fleshy pole.



"I've wanted to do this for you since I saw, um, someone bring off her boyfriend this way in the prefect's bathroom twenty years ago." She had taken off her pendant so Harry wouldn't know that it was Lily Evans tit-shagging her boyfriend at that time. She could see the attraction; to be able to control the amount of pressure and friction. When she watched the couple two decades earlier she thought, "a simple lubrication charm would make it even more enjoyable for both of them."



Indeed, her experimental results supported her hypothesis. She rolled onto her back and directed Harry to kneel so that his boner was resting between her breasts. A simple silent, wandless lubridermis charm directed to the skin above her sternum and Harry was able to slide in the warm embrace of her soft firm orbs as she scrunched them together creating a sensuous tunnel for his cock. As he stroked forward, every fourth or fifth stroke, Myrtle would place a light kiss on the helmet shaped head.



Myrtle was in heaven, she was exciting her man in ways that no one of her age would be able to. Her meticulous observations over the years had truly made her an expert in all things sensual. Harry knew that she was doing everything for his pleasure, and he wished there was something he could do for hers when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder.



He froze and looked back to see himself, grinning, holding a tiny golden disk and hourglass. "Time turner?" he mouthed silently to himself, his future self smiled and nodded. 'I wonder where and when I got a time turner' he mused to himself, then was brought back to the delightful task at hand as the other Harry motioned for him to pay attention to the naked, sweating goddess under him. Present moment Harry smiled as future Harry maneuvered himself between Myrtle's knees. He gently nudged his lover's legs apart so that he could pull her gusset to one side and begin tonguing her very sensitive cunt.



Somewhere through her euphoric haze Myrtle realized that Harry should not be able to do what he was doing for her unless he had intentionally splinched himself.



"Harry," she asked hoarsely,"what; who?"



"Its okay love, it's only us here. Me and you and me and a time-turner."



She moaned in anticipation and asked "how long?"



Without looking up from his ministrations the Harry between her legs raised two fingers.



The Harry stroking her tits interpreted "two hours."



Myrtle barely heard him as the engorged tongue tipped her over the edge and she screamed "ohhhhh, aaaaah, Ahhhhhh/! /Fuck me Harry, fuck me everywhere!"



The two Harrys embraced her where they could, her legs her arms. Tit-shagging!Harry scooted down so that he could give her a tender kiss, but Myrtle wasn't going for tenderness as she crushed her lips against his and tried to find his tonsils with her tongue.



Cunnilingus!Harry gave one more wiggle of his tongue and said, loudly, in parseltongue Come for me baby, COME FOR ME! with his lingual muscle ensconced all along the length of her clitoris. The near overwhelming stimulation made her spike violently once more.



"Careful there Harry," Harry said, "She almost bit my tongue just now!"



"S'okay Harry," he replied to himself, "I knew you'd pull away just in time!"



Both Harrys laughed at the non-paradox; the one on top asked "now what?"



"Now you get on the bottom while Mrs. Potter gets on top."



"Sounds good, where will you be?"



Harry smirked "I'll be the top of this Myrtle sandwich!"



Present Harry's eyes grew wide,"and she's okay with this?"



"Are you kidding? She's wanted to do a threesome since she saw the DeLaney boys in action in the early 70's; Viva le Sexual Revolution!"



"DeLaney boys?"



"Yep, Hufflepuffs, did everything together; and I mean /everything/!"



"Messer's Potter?" she growled at her doppelganger husband(s).



"Yes Madame Potter?" they answered in union.



"Less talk, more /fuck/, we have less than two hours before one of you goes away!"



Present Harry rolled onto his back as Myrtle slid onto him, positioning her dripping entrance at the head of his rampaging stonker.



"Damn" she said "bleedin'thong's in the way!"



Future Harry deftly snapped the juncture where the three silken cords came together and neatly slipped the barely-there knickers out of the way. A simple repairo and they were good as new.



She slid down engulfing his whole length in one smooth stroke, eliciting a groan from her 'bottom'husband. Looking over her shoulder at her future spouse she asked, "well?"



He placed his hand at her pucker and intoned "/lubridermis/," before gently inserting one finger. She tightened up at the intruding digit at first but then relaxed as he slowly, gently moved his finger in and out while twisting, effectively loosening her sphincter. She didn't even notice when he pulled out and added a second finger, further relaxing her back door while present Harry slowly, methodically stroked in and out of her warm, wet cunt.



Harry future positioned the head of his well lubricated cock at the relaxed rosebud of her equally well lubricated ass and pushed so that the mushroom head popped through her anal ring. He then began to move slowly in and out, matching his strokes to Harry present so that she was alternately filled, cunt then ass, front then back.



Myrtle was beyond speech, as each of her orifices was filled to capacity she felt complete in a way that she never would have in her original lifetime. She urged her husband(s) to go alittle faster, they happily complied. When they had reached what Myrtle knew was the perfect rhythm she abandoned herself to pure, unadulterated, wonderfully decadent sensuality. She didn't notice when future Harry deftly draped the pendant over her head, but he knew the vials would allow the three lovers to truly become synchronized, and achieve that rarest of phenomena, the mutual orgasm.



Indeed the level of connection, the communication, the bond was such that Harry, Myrtle, and Harry couldn't /not/find completion in a powerful mutual climax that had all three of them screaming their orgasms to the echoing halls of the once Grim Old Place.



Meanwhile, in Hermione's room the bushy haired symbiot cuddled in sweat sheened bliss with her red haired lover.



"Oh my" Hermione smirked.



"What is it?" Ginny asked.



"If those two, no, make that three!"



"Three?" Ginny asked, even more incredulously.



"I'll explain later" Hermione promised, "If they keep this up they're going to have another essensential on their hands!"



"I don't understand."



"You know how I am really just, um, 'visiting' Noir, my host?"



"Yeah?"



"Well, she feeds off powerful emotions and making love, well, let's just say its excellent food for Noir."



"And?"



"And right now my semi-corporeal host is so full she's about to bust!"



Ginny smirked and said, "I'll bet she's not the only one. . ."



Hermione, Noir and Ginny laughed as the sounds of passion reached a crescendo, echoing down the halls.



"Should we use a silencing charm do you think?" Ginny asked.



Hermione's answer was to gather the diminutive girl into a tender embrace and kiss her completely, "oh no, Ithink we'll just let them be as loud as they want."



Ginny slid her hand down to rub Hermione's wet sex and agreed.