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Chapter 14: Christmas Part 1: Holiday Departures

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There comes a time to know when to do things directly and when to be subtle. This happens to be a time when both are needed to confuse. – MN HJP to Dora regarding the current plan.

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Christmas means many things to different people and to one who was out of the ignorant and indifferent actions of a supposedly well meaning elder placed with people who were so hypocritical and run by their own misconceived self worth a time where he would spend more time just being with his surrogate family. Oh his sort of family knew that some things were already coming to a head even if some of their long term plans were still a ways off. Harry was aware that his girls had some plans of their own and he knew that in certain matters it was far easier to go along with their plans.

‘Really why they put so much into a matter they already consider inevitable is quite confusing,’ Harry thought as he descended the stairs to the common room alone for once as both of his fairer sex friends were getting their necessities ready. ‘Oh I do look forward to this last bit of drama between the lot of us, but I do have some business interests that need to be met before the pleasurable part of break can begin. Finally being able to resolve the dilemma at Gringott's proper as well as the matter of Dora’s familial needs is a bit more pressing than finally experiencing the last forms of sexual and sensual relations that I have yet to undergo with my property. A shame that her mother seems to be so odd though considering how some of the society relate to their children there is little concern for it being more odd than not. Still regardless of Sirius Black’s status he is technically as good as dead and settling the Black Family matter will be quite beneficial besides opening doors for Dora. A way to bring Malfoys to task is always welcome after all. Still with the availability of that cabinet sheer chance allowed me to acquire from the room the future will be a bit easier to travel with although I would prefer not to be limited to the single destinations. Perhaps we can dissect the spells without damaging the cabinet… eh something to contemplate later.’

Harry’s thoughts were interrupted not with the hoped arrival of his girls though the exact proper term for their relationship was one he tended to avoid thinking about as well. He turned to see several other people that were heading home instead of staying here for the holidays. It was a time for family after all. For a moment the notion of an early sample of their future being applied to the ones who had failed so much in their relation to him crossed his mind. No these were unimportant people here and with the room there was less reason to simply practice more than psychological torture on his fellow schoolmates though after the whispered rumors that Davis and his ilk had spread there was little need for that.

“Potter,” Roger said with the terror still fresh in his mind.

“Davis,” Harry said dismissively.

“Are you two boys done posturing yet?” Penelope asked as she saw the two and the tension that spiked in the room. “I would rather not have to deal with any situations this close to the holidays and either having detentions during or right after the break is not something any of us want to deal with.”

“Course not Penelope,” Roger replied trying to flirt with the disinterested girl. “We wouldn’t want to cause any trouble.”

“As much as I am loath to ever agree with Davis,” Harry said once more making the boy feel even more like a brat, “there are times and places for such matters and I would rather prefer to relax as I wait for my friends to get ready to go.”

“Thank you Harry,” Penelope said with a smile even as she thought, ‘It is nice that he is so reasonable. If he continues to be this way even without losing his somewhat aloof manners and cold disposition, he will be rather use to women throwing themselves at him for reasons other than his fame. Still he is maturing nicely both physically and mentally if not socially. Hermione is a lucky girl considering how enough of the less mature girls would likely do almost anything to secure his fortune similar to whatever plays they would make for any of the other prominent heirs. He does have manners and doesn’t act like the Malfoy brat at least.’

“It was no problem Miss Clearwater,” Harry said with a very slight smile and slight inclination to her. “I do prefer not to cause either a scene or inconvenience any of the lovely ladies around. It seems a shame that some of my contemporaries lack such responsibility.”

“You are such the gentleman,” Penny said with a giggle again wishing that any of the males closer to her age had half the manners that he did. “If only fate were not so cruel as to have us born so far apart, we could be something. Alas it cannot be for only a fool would stand between you and your most faithful friend. I must morn and lament the sad lot I have been dealt in this life.”

“Ah alas our time cut short,” Harry said a real smile tugging on his lips. “Behold as two descend from the heavens to grace us poor mortals with their presence…”

Penny was open mouthed as the two descended the stairs. She had seen Tonks in the all together, but there was something about the way that she looked that made her want to whimper. It didn’t help that the firstie next to her looked almost the same age if not closer to her own. Besides the both were not in any way dressed in the form hiding robes that they had to wear when attending classes.

‘Oh my ready body,’ Penny thought as she tried to memorize every visible inch of the pair. ‘To be with one is wonderful, but both would be heavenly. There is no way that anyone her age should look like that. Dora is bad enough in being every hormonal teenager’s wet dream without a honey haired seductress walking next to her when they both have their legs showed off like that. I am amazed that Roger hasn’t creamed himself and passed out considering that I get soaking wet just reminiscing about our first mutual encounter. Oh my; was it intense when we woke up and Dora drove me out of my mind over and over again.’

Dora ignored Roger, even as she wanted to stomp him until he died, and turned to Penny and said, “Hello Penny, do you like the new look?”

“You look great,” Penny said smiling at her friend and contemplating some alone time with her again. “I didn’t know you two were friends.”

As Harry and Hermione were watching the discussion between their pet and their prefect, Davis was rather lewdly looking the two over. Penny was right in that he was very affected by their clothing or lack thereof. Now with the curse they had put on him, Roger Davis was riding a very agonizing line between arousal and excruciating pain. If he was aware of anything that the three had done let alone with what Penny and Dora had gotten up to he would have died from the stimulation. As it was, the innuendos the two were about to engage in made him grateful that the layers prevented the seeping blood from showing. It had been a very well thought out curse on their part and he likely would suffer it for the rest of their life.

“Oh we are good friends,” Dora said with a smile between her different lovers. “Besides I feel somewhat responsible and it will be good practice in a couple of years.”

“Ah planning to be a Prefect already,” Penny teased her friend even as part of her wanted to ogle both of them. “Still from what some of the teachers say, these two are rather likely to be picked for their year. Both of you have been a credit to the house unlike some people.”

At Penelope’s glare, Davis scoffed before he retreated at a look from the rest. He was smarter than to talk about what those three were up to; considering he was grateful that he hadn’t been gelded that came as no surprise. Even as much as he wished he could get even with those three, he could now tell that they had at least one prefect in their confidence or would soon so that made things less certain. It was complicated enough with how the two were almost teacher’s pets with how some of them doted on the two, let alone what Potter’s fame and charisma could have resulted in. Since he had not been seen much before coming to Hogwarts, there were a lot of people that would easily take his word for things out of gratitude.

Davis was well aware of these problems and seen firsthand how quick the tides could have turned against him. His boys had come close to disclosing almost everything and setting him up to take the fall for all of their actions. He had seen what some of the boys that had tried to convince the girl to cooperate when Potter had not been around had undergone. She was even more vicious than he had been. Luckily they had enough favors owed that they hadn’t needed to go to the hospital wing to get the wands removed. None of them wanted to be at whatever nonexistent mercies that the nurse would have. There were rumors that even they didn’t want to get involved in.

“Thank you, Miss Clearwater,” the two first years said with a smirk at the prefect before Hermione approached her and added a little more. “I’d also like to thank you on both our behalf’s for looking out for Dora here. We were quite worried that with her other friends being busy and mostly in other houses that there was a lack of someone to keep her safe. A prefect should have enough authority to keep the more subtle yet stubborn from getting into trouble.”

Penny blushed at the praise the two were giving to her. She really didn’t want to tell them why she was likely to be even more protective of Dora than most of her other charges. It never really entered her mind that the two were the ones that Dora had questioned her about. Sure they looked at least thirteen if not more mature physically, but it was rare that a girl would go for a younger male at their age unless they found enough material to work with and were willing to spend longer training them to not be as disappointing as most of the males around them were.

“She is my friend and it would be wrong to let things happen that I could prevent,” Penny said before leaning over and whispering to Hermione, “Truly it is good for her to have more friends and it would be good for her to be friends with the both of you. Harry is a very good example of how I wish more of our schoolmates let alone housemates were. Sadly, I fear far too many are like Roger, and he is considered the less perverted type of male here.”

“Why thank you for the glowing praise, Miss Clearwater,” Harry said from where the two girls had flanked him. “It is always good to see our mutual friends happy. A shame that some of my fellow males, well one would be remise to call them gentlemen, but that is sadly the closest to it save to call them boys, would be in such a way lacking in their regards to you and the rest of the more gorgeous sex. Still it depends what one means by pervert though, if they were at least somewhat respectful of your needs and wants than it wouldn’t be so bad. Now would it?”

“Perhaps,” Penny said with a slight smile and nod. “It would be nice to be able to date a boy without him neglecting any of my concerns unless it gets him something. Still there are enough friends to spend time with regardless of the lack of suitable dates. It does seem that you two have got your heads on straight and are able to have such a close and secure friendship. I do hope that neither of you take what you have for granted. Still a girl likes to know that she is attractive. It looks like you will be quite the heartbreaker regardless of what you wish. It is nice to see that there will be some positive role models even after I leave. It will be nice to have mentored someone though.”

“I look forward to that,” Tonks said as she looked at her friend as she knew who the last was referring to. “Still with Hermione here there is little worry that Harry will ever turn out like Davis. It would be such a shame for so much potential to degenerate into the likes of him. Besides I think I already see who the prefects for their year will be.”

“Oh yes they would make the perfect representatives for Ravenclaw,” Penny said with a nod of appreciation as she reviewed what she knew about them. “They both have some of the more academically minded professors thrilled with the opportunities that they will have in their fields. It is a shame that there is not as many willing to delve into the more esoteric and interesting aspects of magic let alone life. I have the feeling that the two of you will be quite sought after for many a field when you graduate regardless of the Potter family standings.”

“Yes there is that as well,” Harry said with a soft sigh. “Still there are enough ideas to keep us occupied years from now. I just do not ever see me settling into an administrative role in the future. Sure there will be things to manage but I hope I never have to spend all my time overseeing instead of doing. There is just still so much left to know, if you know what I mean?”

“Of course she does,” Hermione agreed as she had researched their past and current Prefects as well as Head boys and girls. “It is something that most of our house has in some way or form. We need to know and understand things. Still we need to get ready soon. It would not do to miss breakfast before we leave. I hope you have an enjoyable holiday. I know that we are planning on that.”

“Of course,” Penny said with a nod to the group with a slight smile at seeing such a happy group that she could find comfort in their being well. “Perhaps we will meet on the train? I have to do a few patrols of it and I would prefer not to intrude if you wanted some privacy.”

“If you feel like stopping in and talking, we have no problem with that,” Harry said after a quick look over his girls. “While we will likely be sharing a compartment, Tonks will likely want to spend some time with her non house friends. This year would have been annoying if we had ended up in different houses…”

“I can understand that,” Penny said as she moved aside to allow them to soon depart. “There are stories about childhood friendship nearly destroyed do to house divides. It is one reason that people tend to group with similar interests as they fear to be parted.”

“True enough,” Hermione said with a sad sigh. “We will see you on the train. In the mean time we need to have something to tide us over on the trip home.”

As Penny watched them depart, she was able to reminisce about that wonderful morning with Dora and all that had been settled between them. The conversations had been in depth for more than just a discussion in their analysis of their techniques in ravishing each other. Though Penny felt like reminiscing about that with a good amount of time teasing and enjoying her body, she knew she would need to get down for breakfast as well.

‘Why do you make things so complicated Dora?’ Penny wondered as she made her way for a quick change in her room. ‘Sure you seem to be the best lover I have ever had, but even the fantastic job you did to screw my brain out there are limits. If this continues, I am not sure I will be anything more than a sex addict that even Davis would find easy. As wanton as I was when Dora ravished me, I find myself reluctant to do anything but that at times. Who else have you driven to madness with your needs? Or was it that you were serious in the punishment whoever your masterful lover is? Was this your reason for being so passionate? I don’t regret it, but I know that far too soon I might be far too conflicted to resist loosing myself to do what I must.’



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The train ride was normally a time for reflection and spending relaxed times with ones friends. Penny however was a Prefect and it was only through a rather excessive number of favors that she as a mere fifth year avoided the drudgery of patrolling the train for the whole duration. There was a lot for her to contemplate. The increased interest in the Boy-Who-Lived was but one of those. She had some heavy things on her mind she vaguely recalled someone saying. For someone not as interested in muggle culture as her that was a relatively trendy notion. Unknown to her even the more aware of the non muggle born were decades behind most things as their muggle counterparts. Still it was better than the Victorian ideals currently espoused by the Wizarding World Leadership. Certain things were better for them than their muggle counterparts, but some things had been reversing more so do to the loss of families and the constant attacks on what they viewed as their culture by outsiders.

Still there were many debates in the various compartments on the train, oddly enough a large number were again contemplating the enigma that was Harry Potter. He was a celebrity do to his survival, but was well on his way to being famous for his actions already as a first year, and those were just the known actions that he had done. He had thrown them for a loop when he had been sorted into Ravenclaw. The Slytherins option would have easily been exploitable to label him as dark and dangerous and yet he had that same aloof manner at times. He was not a Gryffindor and yet was more than willing to jump head first into action if he saw something that offended him. His almost Hufflepuff devotion to his few and they were very few friends was a given from what they had observed. Already the team of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were already rising to the ranks of information brokers as well as rumors of other ventures.

Rumors that had been easily dismissed pegged them as the ones responsible for defanging Slytherins Silver Serpent and declawing Gryffindors Golden Boys. That most members of their own houses had slowly been beginning to think of ways to get them out of their problems was not something that needed to be told. The two were brats that seemed insistent on furthering the split in the school and making things difficult to any that did not join a side. It was unfortunate that the positive rumors around the dark haired boy were growing and for him in how much they were doing so among the female portion of the school. He had enough worries without groupies, fan girls or whatever one wanted to call them.

A discussion of one of the very exuberant members of one of the Harry Potter Fan Clubs was currently occurring. Now unlike the vast majority of would be stalkers, they had both met him and even, if not having long meaningful conversations to measure any compatibility, had at least talked to him. In fact, one of them had often been required to repeat word for words the nom almost mythically romantic moment when he personally saved her life.

“Oh Hannah, tell me about it again?” Susan Bones asked when they had managed to get settled in the compartment. “You were so lucky!”

“I was wasn’t I?” Hannah asked back with a sigh. “Still I wish I had been aware enough to kiss him! Then things would have been perfect.”

Susan giggled in response before smiling whimsically at the way her friend was almost sedated from the recollection of that experience. Oh she tried to explain to her friend how romantic it was even peripherally to have seen it, but it was something that they both knew words did not express. Sure he seemed a bit of a bad boy with his attitude, but he didn’t tolerate what others that tried to be that did. He seemed to be rarely inclined to interact with others outside of Hermione who she had learned had been a childhood friend and it seemed likely to become more in the future.

“Yes, it would have,” Susan agreed as she watched her friend come back to herself. “So I think I know who you plan to be your first true kiss, not that a lot of girls are also thinking likewise.”

“So true,” Hannah said with a shake of her blond hair as she lay back on the seat with her knees pulled up as her shoes rested on the cushion next to the door. “Despite all the stories we have heard, there is a palatable… intensity about him when he decides to act. Normally you just want to get lost in his eyes, but when he is like that you don’t just get lost in them. You practically feel like you are drowning; it is that potent. It is so hard to describe…”

“Tell me about it,” Susan said with a sigh at how it bothered her that Hannah couldn’t find a way to describe it. “You have tried, but I guess that you are right that it is something that one has to experience to understand. Still you have come close though.”

“If he had asked me to do almost anything I would have,” Hannah admitted with a sigh. “And it was not just saving me. I think that if he told me to take a broom up and dive back into that tree that I would have. When he looked at me I wanted him to tell me to do something. I didn’t want him to ask me anything at that moment. You heard some of the older wizards talking about Vela allure right?”

“Yeah, Auntie Amelia talked about it one time,” Susan said with her face scrunched up in confusion highlighting her adorable appearance even as that made her look almost too cute in Hannah’s eyes as she fought the urge to scream out cute and hug her friend like a stuffed toy. “It is like a wizard looses all sense of reason and would do whatever he could do to impress her. That they would readily duel to gain her favor, or even do foolishly reckless things even possibly fatal to do so. Why do you ask?”

“It was like that or perhaps more so,” Hannah answered as she moved to rest her head on her arm. “There was something when he looked at me that made the world feel different. It was as if I had been in perpetual drizzly fog and then the sun came out.”

“Why couldn’t something like that happen to me?” Susan asked as she let her mind drift to what she would do in such a romantic scene. “Still it would be better if he talked more to you.”

“He didn’t need to,” Hannah said with a sigh as she replayed the feeling being pressed to him had caused her. “His eyes said it all. He may be indifferent to everyone else but her, but for a moment however brief it may have been; he looked at me with concern and caring. He may not be as physically expressive of his emotions as we Hufflepuffs, but he cares in his own way. I know that if someone like Malfoy or the Weasley git was picking on someone that he would do something!”

With a sigh, Susan walked over to her friend and lifted her up from where she was sprawled. Carefully she sat down and let her friend rest against her. If it was something the two had embraced about being Hufflepuffs, it was the casual comfort they shared with each other. Sure they may have been prone to hug each other and confide in each other about their problems, but that led them to have less stress than the other three houses. They could see the stress that their fellow schoolmates had and each exasperated their house in their own way. The Slytherins constant political fights led to uncertainty as each tried to survive the social wars of allies, neutrals and enemies at each opportunity. The Gryffindors seemed to be driven to fight the Slytherins because they were the ‘evil’ house when it was more often they were driven to it by the Gryffindors and their issues. Last but not least, the Ravenclaws were far too likely to go crazy in their quests for knowledge.

“A shame that so many seem to be like that,” Susan said as she soothed her friend. “Still you got saved by someone that was not a git, and to make matters better if even for a moment you got to be saved by a heroic knight. It is nice to see that there are boys like that in the world. It is something that Auntie complains about more often now. So since he handled it, there was no reason to call the house to help out.”

“A Hufflepuff is never alone,” Hannah said with a sigh. “When you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us!”

“That’s right!” Susan agreed pulling Hannah closer in a hug. “Although why the Slytherins seem to like picking on us, I do not know. Still they never mess with us when we are in groups; I guess we just have to never get separated. Besides if they did more than taunt than we would react.”

“So true,” Hannah murmured under Susan’s care. “Still the other houses tend to overlook us as we are not out there being confrontational…”

“Someone has been studying more,” Susan teased her. “Then again we are hard workers who know when to keep working.”

“Hmmm,” Hannah said as she drowsily talked back. “I think he is too. He just seems so determined…”

“Just rest, Hannah,” Susan said as her eyes started to flutter. “You’re safe here.”

“He said the same,” Susan with a yawn, “and then he looked at me and I just sobbed in relief.”

“I would be too,” Susan whispered as a sudden thought was voiced by her. “Still I wonder why nothing came of that…”

Soon the two were drifting off together in each other’s arms. They were friends and they trusted each other. Still Susan had a number of questions to ask her aunt when next they met. Far too many things were not adding up. If her friend could almost die like that, Susan was worried about her other friends as well as what would happen if a real hero was not around. A shame that the Gryffindors constantly claimed to be heroes when they were quite often the instigators and left innocent bystanders caught in there conflicts.

While that was going on, Penny was making her rounds on the train. Thankfully she hadn’t had any disastrous encounters in the course of her patrol. Still with the increased hostility of the two warring houses, she did not think that would last for too long. The train did have more than enough of the instigators on it, and it would only be a matter of time before one of them was no longer content to leave their rivals, enemies and victims alone. That the Weasleys all were on the train for some odd reason was strange. She had thought that they were originally staying at the school, but when for some reason she had heard that they were going to visit one of their brothers there was a moment of wonder at the sudden change. With the presence of Malfoy and his allies as well as the Weasleys on the train, Penny was very much aware that, lacking the mediating of teachers as well as the sanctity of the common rooms, that they would have at least one confrontation.

‘If those two houses would cease there useless squabbling they might actually accomplish something,’ Penny thought with frustration at the reoccurring conflict that seemed to be with a life of its own. ‘It would explain why they tend to marry either Hufflepuffs or Ravenclaws unless they are in an arranged marriage. All that passion wasted on such petty things while generations of witches are left frustrated; it is enough to drive many a witch to dalliances with a few muggle men if not turn them to seek for the other team as it were. I should really see about finding a fall back if Percival keeps up his current idiocy. It is unfair to Dora to use her as stress relief, instead of letting my finger and wand ease the buildup that those brief encounters have caused. Still it had been the best I have had for too long. Shame I have to keep focused or I could spend all this wasted time reminiscing on better occasions. It wouldn’t do for one of the less desirable to get ideas. At least unlike muggle girls, a witch has some way to resist an overly amorous and unwanted caller. Still the creation of the memory charm is disturbing, I find it to be especially as even as it seems that whatever the original reasons; it is now and for too long been used to cover up indiscretions and especially with muggles. It would cause quite the stir if far too many muggleborns were really half bloods who were someones forgotten dalliances results. Still how many shoddy memory charms led women to either suicide or atoning for a sin they never really remembered having committed.’

Having managed to work herself up to a state where the air was permeated with her ire, Penny managed to cow most of the usual troublemakers just by passing by. While Hogwarts motto referred to a dragon, it was a little known fact that it had been one of the female founders that it also referred to. The muggle idiom was to leave sleeping dogs lie; however, it should have also been one that most knew with that being: when a lady was in a mood, one should deal with it and when that mood hits to either not be there or to go unnoticed.

Now that left unsaid that if one was in a relationship with their significant other in that mood, one should do whatever they could to sooth the ire that had been raised; however, Percival was not the brightest wizard that had ever been. He had in fact managed to miss every single lesson on how to sooth an angry witch that his parents interactions should have taught him. The case in point was made clear when the two crossed paths in the midst of their patrol. Considering that the quick prefect meeting before the patrols had started had been rather disastrous, one would hope that Percival would have learned his lesson, even if it was solely for the survival of his future fatherhood potential.

“Hello Penny,” Percy said when she came close in her march even as he ignored the severe display of irritation practically emanating from her. “You never answered if you were doing anything over the holidays…”

“I am spending time with my family, Percival,” Penelope said in irritation as her wand was a quick twitch from her fingers. “Why do you inquire?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere,” Percy said even as he recovered from wincing from the stress she put on his name. “There is the Yule Ball to consider…”

Penny started twitching in fury at that. He hadn’t asked to meet her parents or offer to introduce her to his. He had basically asked to be seen at a social event with her, and that was not the kind of thing she was in the mood for. This was not about her, but what being with her might mean to his image.

‘Now how best to deal with this little shit,’ Penny wondered as she began to contemplate hexes or even curses to use. ‘Maybe I should just cut them off…’

Her thoughts were interrupted by Percival as he took her silence as agreement to kiss her. He may be a lousy boyfriend, an anal retentive prefect and an all around prick, but he had at least managed to become a more than passing kisser. It was one of his few redeeming points; now while they were becoming less compelling daily, they were still enough to pull her from the one wrong action and her wrath be upon you state that she had been in.

When Percy had backed off, Penny was flushed and it was no longer with rage or irritation. She had been willing to tolerate a number of his flaws. Now if he managed to actually stop being as unconcerned with her own needs as well as actually have the balls to admit anything about them, she would have been more interested in exploring their relationship. Still as with every encounter she had with him, she felt her hopes go up as his hands explored and quickly drive and excluded her irritation from her mind.

‘Ok, let’s see how it goes this time,’ Penny thought with a sigh as his hands started to reach under her clothes, ‘and maybe this time I won't to seek release with Dora afterwards. Well at least he doesn’t just maul about or cream himself when his hand brushes my thighs.’

As they were no longer in the direct line of the walkway, Penny readily accepted Percy’s interest. The nagging voice in her head was however quite insistent that she might agree with him if he actually got her off first or at least once before leaving. It would be a small consolation, but she did want the attempts at a relationship work. Still there were other concerns in her life besides her would be boyfriend.

Soon enough, Penny was leaning against one of the walls as she allowed his hands to stir her passions. She eagerly reciprocated and let her hands wander as their tongues dueled between their joined lips. Soon enough she moaned into his mouth as his fingers actually started to build her towards release. Smirking into their kiss, Penny let her hands drift under his clothes as well. Her left hand was fondling his backside while her right was teasing his front.

Deciding to do everything possible to make sure that he didn’t finish too soon, Penny was taking care not to overwhelm Percy this time. She planned to back off whenever he got too excited so that there was more time and thus opportunity to peak. She was tempted from time to time just to find a modified body-bind charm so that he couldn’t move or cum until he finally got her off.

Still he was doing a good job so she slowly stopped paying attention to how he was starting to throb more in her hand. He was starting to be less meticulous in his kisses and caresses, and as she was quite enjoying it, she was more than willing to enjoy things. Besides the odds of him just going off when she was so close was patently ridiculous. Penny felt herself starting to pant into his mouth as she thrust back against his fingers.

‘A little more,’ Penny thought as she felt she was getting there as her face was flushed and her heart was throbbing and her body was humming. ‘So close… just a little more…’

Penny felt her body drawing ever closer to release as the slow clenching of her muscles matched the beating of her heart. Her hand had moved slightly so that she could easily stroke Percy as he was actually doing a good job with his fingers with the exception of seeming to still be ignorant on what his thumb should be doing. Penny was aware that her thumb was no longer resting on his vein so she was no longer able to get that clue on when he was coming to close. Her other hand was massaging his lower back to thighs and was sadly not close enough to his balls to notice them start to contract.

“Oh, Merlin!” Percy shouted as he broke the kiss while he twitched and spurted before quickly falling to dribbling on Penny’s still moving hand. “You’re so good to me Penny!”

‘Ok,’ she thought while attaching to his neck once her lips were freed as his fingers were still sliding inside her and yet his thumb still seemed to miss her clit. ‘You can do it Perce. So close…’

Penny was still slowly working his softening member up until it went and slipped from her fingers. She started to contemplate cleaning her hand and him up without charms this time since he actually seemed to be going to pay attention until she came. Penny was contemplating how to thank him if he did so.

‘Oh Perce,’ Penny thought as she felt the warmth of release approaching. ‘I thought it would take more to actually train you. Just for this, I think I am going to actually go farther. Maybe next time you can see how long you last in my mouth before cuming there and on my tits. Just don’t you dare fucking stop, or I will find a spell to make sure you live a damn long time with blue balls…’

Just as Penny felt she was there, Percy pulled his fingers from her slick folds and wiped them on her thigh. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek as he walked away. She stood there dumbfounded at what was happening. She felt her rhythmic contractions around a now empty space with a slight dissipating heat where he had kissed her cheek. Hell her lips were still moving as if his neck was there.

“Later beautiful,” Percy said as he gave a wave to the blinking girl as he believed he left her speechless with his attention even as he vanished his cum from his pants and her hand. “I got to get back to patrolling…”

Shock. That was what she was in. There was no way that this was happening. Not after what had been occurring. This was just a nightmare brought on as she drifted on his fingers as she soaked them. That had to be it. I mean why else would her current boyfriend just walk off after covering her hand in cum. I mean he could have at least waited for her to have a taste and see if that got him hard again. She swore that this had to be one seriously messed up dream where no matter what she did, he was barely more than a minute man.

“Argh!” Penny shouted as Percy left. “That... that… Boy! I try and I try and he just can't seem to get it! He gets me worked up and just scuttles off after I try to keep him from spurting like a complete virgin. He has no control and no concern after he cums! Please Morgana be merciful and send me some help!”

Mere moments later, Dora sees the distressed prefect sobbing in irritation on the ground. Sure she planned on going to see her master, but her friend needed her. She already was willing to accept whatever punishment for being late earned this time. She had before and would willingly do so again. Besides the muttered descriptions were something she really didn’t want to know. She did pick up on castrate, flay and make the bastard stop going off like a hair trigger. She really did not want to know how Penny could not get a good man let alone lay when she was so nice. It just defied the natural order of things.

“Penny?” she asked as she squatted next to her friend and touching her shoulder to get her attention before tilting her head to look eye to eye. “What is wrong love?”

“That boy!” Penny said with a sob. “Why is it he has to keep disappointing me?”

“You still won't tell me who it is so I can give him a good hexing,” Dora said with a sigh at her friend’s predicament as the air hung with her lingering arousal. “So what are you going to do now? I sure hope it isn’t just sit there and cry about what a disappointment your current intended is. So tell Dora what it will take to make things better.”

“I don’t want to keep using you like this,” Penny admitted reluctantly. “Still every damn time he stops before I cum. Is it so damn much to ask that he gets me off first or at least before he leaves?”

“No love,” Dora told her with a sad look on her face. “You just wish that he would be considerate. So just lean up against the wall there and Dora will make it all better…”

“Thanks,” Penny said as she leaned against the alcove and once more concealed by the quick charms from earlier. “Ah, now that’s the stuff! Suck my pussy, Dora!”

Dora would have responded but she was far too busy with her mouth driving Penny crazy. Considering how worked up Penny was, Dora was fairly certain that she would not be getting any reciprocation from her attention. There were a few things more important to her than her own release, and that was that her friends were happy.

‘I really need to find out why the idiot seems to have such odd notions,’ Dora thought as her tongue ruthlessly and rhythmically prodded Penny’s oft neglected center. ‘Still it was nice to hear that she is no longer going any further than he does. I wonder what he will say if she ever tells him that he has to do a better job or he has to wait till she has her fun first. Well that and do something to get him to properly ravish her.’

Turning her attention to her work, Dora was planning on how to best apologize for being late again. Well that was before she decided she wanted to try something new. A little maneuvering and she had no worry that Penny would pitch over part way through as her legs were seated on her shoulders while her hands were able to tease her.

Penny was no longer able to form coherent thoughts let alone words. She had no idea where Dora had learned to do this, and frankly she no longer cared. Still she was tempted to find out so she could thank them. A vindictive thought lasting a few moments passed through her mind where she tied Percy down and made him learn to do this. A few similar ones passed through her mind and they were mostly on things to do to retrain Percy from being Percival and how to drive it through his skull that the notions his mother had instilled in him in this matter were wrong.

With the two of them aware of Tonks visiting her friends as well as possibly seeking out whomever it was she was not telling them about for a quickie, Harry and Hermione were left alone and undisturbed in their own compartment. They were both reading several old and decidedly well cared for books. The train ride would provide ample opportunity to study without Tonks or others bothering them. It had been a sudden surge of people trying to enter his chambers that had made them add a few temporary wards to the door to keep idiots away.

“So how do you think we both have been advancing in our search?” Hermione asked even as she turned a page in her book. “There is a rather large amount of data to sort through before we can be sure of what is truly required. Still an informed opinion would be useful…”

“Our practices have allowed you to at very least catch up with where Anne was,” Harry said as he seemed to rapidly read, analyze and cross-reference his own books contents. “As for myself, I had hoped to have further analyzed and perfected the new avenue that necromantic fire has provided. The basic fires seem to be simple enough, and yet there seems to be some mystery in what this almost legendary or even mythic silver flame is capable of. I can find records of what it can do and yet even the book seems adamant in remaining mysterious in this information!”

“Who would have thought that a somewhat aware book would require something to release information,” Hermione commented as they heard the thump of yet another unwanted being repulsed from the door. “Do you have any idea how many more people will need to get repelled?”

“Not too sure how many will try considering that our rooms in Ravenclaw are quite secure unlike most of these compartments,” Harry offered as the muffled curses of the most recent smacking by the wards occurred. “Still it is frustrating that this in particular seems to elude such an easy solution, I can get the Book to give definitive information on almost any subject otherwise that is interesting and yet it seems quite adamant about this. The only thing that it is even close to restricting is information on true resurrection instead of revitalizing. It seems that it is a good thing from the tangled and sparse information that Voldemort still exists at this point. As with raising a significant undead, a significant sacrifice will be required for a resurrection. Still that thrice be damned killing curse seems to prevent necromantic revitalization though certain so called dark arts will allow a similar creation.”

“So there was more to the killing curse than it would mean from its surface observation,” Hermione said as her eyebrow rose at a certain passage. “I do believe that is to be expected, and it would appear that we will need to delve into more than conventional or restricted information. Considering the ties that the Black Family has with the Art, would it be possible that there would be such information in their library?”

“It is possible,” Harry conceded as he found something that seemed to make things click. “Now this is odd…”

“What is?” Hermione asked in interest as another meddler actually tried to force the compartment door open. “Hmm how long will this one last I wonder?”

“Not long,” Harry said as the specifically winy voice started to shriek. “It is Malfoy after all. Still I suspect that Ronald would try soon as well. Those two are definitely not the sharpest tools in the drawer. Oh right the oddness; well it would appear that there are unconfirmed reports, but enough to indicate the kind of necessity for someone to gain the Silver Flame.”

“Really as much as listening to Malfoy repeatedly electrocute himself is,” Hermione said even as the distinctive sound of Malfoy wetting himself again sounded from the hallway, “there are more important things to hear. So what is this certain kind of need than?”

“Due to being technically dark, there is a need to be balanced,” Harry said with an awed sound in his voice. “What few bits of slightly more than speculation shows is this, a purely light creature donating a piece of themselves of their own free will; now that is difficult considering that normally any light creature would likely be distrustful by our presence. I guess that it is a good thing that neither of us have been called to Dumbledore’s office and that his familiar does not loiter in the great hall. Even if I did get my hands on such material it must actually not just be freely given, but given to me personally. I cannot ask for it nor can I trick whoever into it let alone bargain for it in exchange for any service.”

“That would make it difficult and sadly far too many people take a dim view of the Art,” Hermione said with a sigh as the sound of Malfoy’s minions dragging him off were heard. “Have you had any luck in removing the difficulties that curse will cause?”

“Well it thankfully cannot dissipate a construct, but it can prevent one from being summoned,” Harry said as even the muffling charm did little to conceal the laughing over the Malfoy scions appearance. “It does give an idea of what creatures are necromantic constructs. Vampires, zombies and Dementors are unaffected by that curse for instance. This may be useful though, don’t you think?”

“Yes, it could be quite useful but would likely need to be kept quite or the sheep would revolt,” Hermione said as she twitched at the shriek of stalkers wondering where their eye candy was passed by. “We already know that if they find out about certain gifts most would think the only reason that ass went after you was as a future threat to his power and not as their savior. Still such abilities will be useful especially if the goblins are less than amicable in their business matters.”

“Everyone knows things or they think that they do,” Harry said with a slight chuckle. “Goblins may be greedy and willing to off their own to get ahead, but they do tend to stick to the letter of their agreements. It’s not necessarily their fault that the Ministry makes them have so few choices. Still I do hope that there have been no breaches, it would be bad for the Goblin Nation otherwise…”

“How would it be so?” Hermione asked in interest. “I still don’t get why wizards are willing to entrust their entire financial matters to a group that they have repeatedly and even recently had armed conflicts with. That just does not make sense to me. Considering that there are far too many things that are restricted or considered obvious, I must ask is this one of them?”

“In some ways it is to those that deal with goblins,” Harry said as he almost absentmindedly absorbed the text in front of him. “Goblins do have odd notions of things to most people’s beliefs. This does make some interactions difficult. Their sense of ownership for one among many is an example of this. Goblins do; however, hold an almost unimpeachable regard to contracts and completing them to the letter. From what I have gathered, there is an agreement and despite the persecution and loss of necromancers in general; they will keep to it. Now it turns out that necromancy has been intertwined in several of their ventures. To be blatant, their more profitable ventures have almost always been with a joint necromancer effort. Sure there are taught necromancers out there, but they are unable to reach the level that I will be able to do. Besides most of those are those that are closer to druidic or shamanistic leanings. Now while calling on the spirits or the dead is not solely a necromancer’s pervue, there is a higher difficulty and cost for those that do so without that gift.”

“So do you plan to use that in your concerns at Gringott's?” Hermione asked as they heard a few louder confrontations outside the compartment again. “Hmm… it would appear another unwanted attempted visitor approaches again. Remind me to see if a modified muffling charm to filter out his horrible speaking would be a good seller. I do think most of his own housemates would be willing to spring to block him out or given the rumors cut out his snoring at the least. A very good thing we didn’t end up in that house or we would have had roommates to contend with.”

“Yes that is a very good thing and if I had to share my room with him it is quite likely that he would have been suffering from amputation for all the attempts to ‘borrow’ my possessions,” Harry said with a twitch at the noise the youngest male Weasley made. “I do hope that he eventually injures his voice to be silent for some time. Perhaps next time make it were if he cannot say anything intelligent he cannot talk considering that preventing him from insulting anyone did not work.”

“Something to consider for next time indeed,” Hermione said as she almost wished he would be skilled enough to get the door open so she could curse him again. “I do believe that it is likely that when he is older and no longer able to claim he is a child that he must be held assuredly for his actions. He and Malfoy both seem to think that anyone cares for their opinions. A shame that their little duel did not occur and that one did not at least result in time spent under the tender care of dear Pomfrey.”

“Yes, that would have been nice,” Harry said with a slight smile. “Do you think anyone that we wouldn’t mind visiting will show though?”

“That would be what,” Hermione asked as she thought about it, “Gred, Forge, Dora and Penny? That is not a very long list though some of our housemates are not too bad.”

“The ladies are not that bad you mean,” Harry countered as he thought about the boys in his house. “Thankfully they are intelligent enough that overt force has not been needed too often. I do have to admit that unlike the Gryffindors that most of our housemates are not the stalker type, especially in our year.”

“Image does play a decent role in that,” Hermione admitted as she reveled in the sinister specter that he played at. “That a number of the girls are either shy or not yet ready for such in any seriousness does come into play. A number of the older years especially the second year girls do give me reason to pause.”

“Considering that any relationship with a Wizarding raised girl would leave many uncertainties,” Harry offered with some annoyance showing in his voice. “Groupies and gold diggers are the least of our worries. Wizarding law has some of the most convoluted mess there is. Thankfully a few interesting things stuck out if you remember; although I would like to get them confirmed when at Gringott's as to their continued applicability.”

“Yes, I can see where those points would be useful,” Hermione said while in part disgusted by those laws. “Only thing I can agree with is their consent laws or at least how they were originally written. It was far better than muggle women at the time being little more than property; first of their father’s than of their husband’s. Still it seems the general age of consent for female’s remains as twelve though the caveats on vassals and similar ties make things simpler.”

“If it has not been struck from the laws you mean,” Harry said with a slight teasing to his voice. “Though there are some rumors of marriage contracts and those involved being little more than their future husband’s chattel. I thought you would be offended because it is not a willing servitude.”

“It would be offensive for that reason though given what you and the elves say,” Hermione said with a sigh, “it is not that bad in some matters. Hard to believe what happens to unbound elves though. That has to be worse than death…”

“Is it any different than any other terminal condition?” Harry asked as the question brought a shudder to her spine. “Still the archaic laws do provide us with a way to protect what is ours.”

“Yours you mean, master,” Hermione said honestly with a respect that was entirely freely given. “I cannot begin to imagine what life without you would be like. It would hardly be called living though. Still this protects all of us from some of the less savory purebloods, I shudder to think what would happen if they were still able to claim we lowly mudbloods as their serfs or slaves. That if that wanker had succeeded, I likely would have been some purebloods slave, pet or toy is a harrowing thought. They wouldn’t care for me at all. Not like you do and despite how you act to others; you do care for us.”

“I find that most purebloods are the worst sort,” Harry said with disgust practically oozing from him. “The best way to judge someone is not how they treat their superior but their inferiors. Truer words have been spoken on the character of someone.”

“Dora will show up soon,” Hermione said with a sudden certainty. “We had best remember to all be presentable when we disembark from the train though. I would hate to tip your hand before securing things.”

“Yes,” Harry said with a slight nod. “Dora will need something to tide her over while I deal with the Black matters. She does want to spend some time talking with her other friends though…”

“True,” Hermione agreed with a bit of longing in her voice. “Perhaps we should get a slightly better detailed schedule in the future?”

“I see how it is,” Harry suddenly said with a hint of teasing. “Someone is worried about either having too little Harry time or too much where we lose any future time.”

“As if you could tell me that you would be able to completely suppress your own needs,” Hermione almost scoffed at the notion. “I find that highly laughable. Balance is far too important for your own well being to do that.”

“Just because it is a given for us to indulge in sensual and sexual pleasures does not mean that I have no care in the matter,” Harry said with a hint of teeth showing more. “I would prefer to be better than some pathetic fledgling vampire that enthralls any passing women before shagging her before he feeds on her. Just because I can do something does not mean that it is the best thing or even the right thing to do at that moment. Now to set your mind at ease, my dear pet, I know what you are planning for Christmas. I know that Alice and Anne have their own desires to be met that day. Business will have to come before pleasure though. Now considering that we need to keep ahead that means that there will be no excessive play while we are on the train. Just content yourself with the knowledge that when the time comes that I will do what you have all but begged for.”

“You don’t have to be cruel about it,” Hermione said almost pouting. “I know Dora will likely be content to suckle you while you continue to read. Once things are settled, I can tell that she will want you to take possession of her in as many ways as possible.”

“I thought that was a given,” Harry said with a sigh of frustration. “It is still amazing that I have managed to avoid any of you ladies wiles as much as I have. I know that Anne has this need to cleanse herself and for some reason considering her past wants me to be the one of all you girls to be sodomized by me. Considering that I have, so far, managed to use the justification that I don’t want to harm any of you from doing either that or outright shagging the lot of you. Irregardless of healing magics, I will not do such a thing at this time.”

“Considering some of the things we already like, I can see why you added that qualifier,” Hermione said with a smug grin. “You just lucked out in having girls that are so willing to do so many different things. You can at least say that your life is boring. Now if only you didn’t have this need to make sure that we are not torn up internally, we could have been properly reaffirming your dominion.”

“I do have to wonder which of your parents that you really take after,” Harry said with a shudder. “Still I don’t think that you would like to find out whatever they have been up to…”

“I am not a child and I can proudly say that while I have no inclination to see them intimate,” Hermione began as she was so worked up into a tirade that she placed a bookmark, as she would never dog ear a book, to keep her place and set her book down, “that I can say that I am glad that they care for each other as much as they do. Besides what they do is there business not mine and I will not act like those immature brats that ignore that my parents are people with their own needs too!”

“Did you know that you are positively entrancing when you get worked up?” Harry said as he placed his book, likewise marked, down so he could gaze at her with the sudden hunger and need that her current state was causing. “I do hope that I can see you get worked up like this on any number of causes; because if it had not been for that one circumstance, I would have you pinned to the seat and be thoroughly ravishing you!”

“We have done a fair bit of studying haven’t we?” Hermione asked with a flush face and eyes lit with her emotions that could cause almost any man to envy him for being the recipient of it. “I do wish that we could do that right now, but I do expect a proper ravishing later. Now in the mean time, there is the fact that we have been on the train how long and yet to do anything naughty on it…”

“Why I do believe that is an invitation,” Harry almost purred as he pinned her with a long and hungry gaze. “Does my naughty little Kitten need some attention?”

“Why don’t you come over here and put that tongue of yours to a better use,” Hermione replied as Weasley once more was slammed away from the door even after his friends had left after the first few jolts. “Your kinky kitten needs you bad, sir!”

With a growl, Hermione was against the cushions with a very eager Harry kissing her thoroughly. He knew that they needed to find a balance between work and play again, but he was willing to accept that he needed a bit of playtime with all the business that would need to be dealt with before they could enjoy and celebrate the holiday.

While things unfolded elsewhere on the train, Dora had finished her discussion with her friends and it had been nice. After that, Dora had run into Penny. Thinking back it had been a good thing even if she had been let wound up from it. She had thus decided to seek out her future and she hoped to have it officially, Lord and Lady.

‘At least that would be the case in polite society,’ Dora realized with a flush of contentment. ‘Still in private, they will treat me like I need and want to be treated; however, I have a slight worry that even if the embarrassment would make me cum like mad, that I will be mortified when my friends find out. They do tell me that I should be more outgoing socially, but there is a difference between dating and having fun, and being the pleasure pet for two underclassmen especially when they are a sort of couple. Still it is nice to spend some time with them…’

Dora realized a bit more as she made her way down the train in search of them. Some of these were rather profound to her and some were not as much. Still each one was necessary in their own manner, and she could reflect on her life better with them to allow her to understand the wonderful changes she was having in her life.

As she did not exactly know which compartment they were in, Dora had stopped and knocked on a few that were likely with those being the ones not claimed in the previous years or now vacant from formerly being claimed by seventh years. This left her with the ones claimed by the first years and thankfully as houses did tend to gather near each other she would just need to find the area the first year Ravenclaws claimed. Oh she was aware that there would be spillover as the train was like the Library, a neutral ground where those in various houses could once more intermix with those friends in other houses much like she had done with her friends in their exception to the house clustering tendency compartment.

Poking her head in on one of the unlocked compartments she saw a pair of first year Hufflepuffs. She recognized one of them as being related to Madame Bones from the few times she had been a tag along when either of her parents went to the Ministry. She smiled for a moment at the now dozing pair. They seemed to be rather close and given the ruffled clothes been doing something fun. As she was leaving, Dora overheard the mutterings of a very strong crush from the other.

‘So that is Hannah Abbot,’ Dora thought as she recalled the incident. ‘Well considering she lucked out and was personally rescued by Master, I don’t feel bad for her crushing on him more than others. Besides it is not my place to decide who he is with. Still I hope that I don’t need to search through too much of this train. Though I hope that my friends are not gossiping in why I chose to go look for something. I know that they wouldn’t buy even for a moment an excuse of needing to go to the bathroom, especially if I do not return before we get to the station…’

That she had confessed that she had some other friends she wanted to talk to had been daunting for her. Thankfully she had avoided anything which would have implicated that she was planning to find one of her lovers to scratch an itch or more oft than not servicing one of them. The encounter with Penny had been helpful in it had eased one of her concerns while frustrating as she looked back on it.

As she checked the unlocked compartments, she suspected it would have been embarrassing and got her hexed to disturb those seeking some privacy in intermingling. Still the number of houses mixing made her smile. She was grateful that she had not encountered any of the nastier factions and that none tended to drift from whatever compartment they eventually claimed. There had been the obvious compartments with the Slytherin first years as well as the Gryffindors. They had the Hufflepuffs as a bit of a buffer between them; however, Dora knew that they would get into some fight before the trip was over. It always happened although it depended on the situation at the school on how confrontational it got. The holiday would tend to make them less prone to more violent hexes, and that was something she was thankful for.

Stopping at a compartment a little past the last where she had shuddered at the trampy beauty makeover she had witnessed, Dora turned to knock on the door. It was rude to just open the door and head in and one thing that her lovers had seemed to show a fondness for was manners and courtesy when in public. Sure Harry and Hermione were sarcastic, but they had their own standards of civil behavior.

“Yes,” Came the voice from inside the compartment. “Who is it?”

“Tonks,” Dora said in answer with a sigh as she tried to place the name. “Do you mind opening the door?”

In answer the door opened and she saw who was inside. They had yet to change out of their school attire unlike some people. She glanced at the house crest and was relieved that she had managed to find the right area.

“Thanks,” Dora said with a smile. “I wasn’t sure if I made it into ‘Claw territory yet. Sorry for disturbing you.”

“It’s alright,” Su Li said shyly. “Not to be rude, but was there someone you were looking for?”

“Yes, there is,” Dora said to the shy girl. “Although thinking about it, I probably should just look for a rather warded compartment. I just was rather reluctant considering that the Lions and Snakes seem to be agitated for some reason.”

“Oh,” Padma said as she thought about it. “I heard Weasley and Malfoy along with their associates make their way further down the corridor. They were rather unhappy when they came back. They were not really quiet in their sulking though.”

“Thanks and that does help,” Dora said with a nod as she realized what that meant. “So I should be off. I hope you both have a good holiday and all.”

“You’re welcome,” Padma said as Dora departed the doorway. “Well that was odd. I wonder why she was looking at me like that.”

“Could she have run across your twin?” Su asked as she considered what would set the girl like that. “Parvati does have some odder habits…”

“Especially with her already trying to attract boys,” Padma groaned as she closed the door. “I really am worried what could happen…”

Dora sighed as she heard what the two said as she went to the next compartment. The door was open and she glanced in. It was Morag McDougal, Lisa Turpin and Mandy Brocklehurst along with Megan Jones inside. They were chatting amicably and a pang of sympathy for friends and acquaintances in different houses passed through her. With a sound of a thump down the corridor, she knew she was getting close and walked swiftly towards her goal. So focused was she that she paid no attention to whatever they were talking about.

Now while it was good to spend time outside of Hogsmeade and the odd gatherings as limited as the damn Gryffindor/Slytherin feud allowed with her friends in other houses, she had been feeling very needy again even with the Penny encounter. Besides she knew in the depths of her deviant decadent desires that she would soon be under her seemingly too prudish and controlling mother’s tender care. It would be a hell almost as bad if not worse than her recent punishment had been.

‘I really hope she doesn’t get even the slightest hint of what I have been up to,’ Dora thought as she walked down the corridor to where she knew her owners were since she was close enough to tell from the obvious signs. ‘I just know that it would end badly even if I know that they would take me from there at the first opportunity. Still somewhere I want to know what drives her to do what she has done. Do you fear me doing something that you did and whatever disaster it may have had to your life? Regardless I have made my choice and will stick to it! Even if it was that you made a mistake in who it was that you trusted, I have made a far better choice and when he takes his legacy; I will gladly serve him. I have been more cared for under their tender mercies than you have for the past too long.’

Dora had been unknowingly working herself into a thundering and passionately headlong experience. She was letting her frustrations as well as her bubbling emotions consume her. The quick encounter with Penny had only managed to stoke the fire that had been building ever since she suffered listening to her girlfriends discussing their own relationships. That she had someone that would take her into their arms and make slow sweet sensual bliss until she surrendered to unconsciousness or drive her to the heights of pleasure or even the depths of depraved decadent sensations of delirious dark passions without regard for her overtaxed body was something she needed. She needed one of those things now and she really didn’t care which it would be. Hang her from the ceiling and ply her with sensations or coax her into a thousand deaths of subtle bliss, she didn’t have a care as she knew one of those was her soon to be experience.

Looking at the slightly singed and repeatedly battered form of Ron Weasley slumped across the hall from a door; Dora immediately knew she had found their compartment. With a slight rap on the door, she waited to be called in. With a sigh, she opened the door without incident and saw the two in a heated embrace. Blinking at the lack of sound emanating from the now open door, Dora crossed into the room and closed the door behind her.

As soon as she had crossed the threshold, Dora heard the no longer silenced moans. Licking her lips in appreciation of the sight before her, she without hesitation removed her clothes before folding them and placing them on an unoccupied seat. For a moment she was unsure of how to react now that she was there. Did she immediately join them or politely wait as she asked for permission? It was a momentary and difficult question for Dora to have to answer.

Dropping to her knees, Dora crawled next to the pair. From her position, she saw Hermione’s skirt flutter up as she moved against him. It revealed that they were doing a bit more than dry humping. She was actually watching them do everything short of penetration. For a moment she was disappointed that they were facing each other as otherwise she could have been able to readily aid both of them.

Her first attempt to get their attention was ignored. She was in a way almost like furniture or a companion; always there and thus not immediately alerted to her presence while they were playing. With a sigh, Dora gave in and joined them. Kneeling between Harry’s legs, Dora stuck her head under Hermione’s skirt and proceeded to kiss and lick their touching heated flesh.

The pair blinked as they broke their kiss to the sudden moan of Dora’s added assistance. Hermione was burying her head against him while Harry looked down to see Dora’s head draped with Hermione’s skirt. As he felt Hermione cling to him, he made a decision do to being in the position that they were in. As he was unable to move enough to pull Dora to where he could add a hand to include her, he moved his right leg such that his ankle at least was under her skirt and pressed against her.

Harry was well aware that Hermione was not going to be willing to move from her straddling and sliding. Still he was able to move his leg enough that he felt the vibration from Dora’s enjoyment. The three continued to move until Hermione arched her back and let lose a triumphant shout as she climaxed from both their attention.

“Well done, Pet,” Harry said to Dora as he felt her lapping at both of them. “Now as I know both of you quite well, Hermione never is satisfied with a single cresting and just needs a moment to come off this one. You are quite the same way as well; so I have a rather interesting spin to try.”

“Hmm,” Hermione murmured as she let Dora’s attention prolong her wave. “Dora is here and likely wants a goodbye go. Well more than just from your foot rubbing her until she soaked your pants. So what is your plan?”

“Why suspending Dora between us as we both drive her nuts of course,” Harry answered with a smile. “So one more time with her tongue until the matter with Gringott's is settled for each of us…”

“And one more time rubbing her swollen lips until they sooth any friction away,” Hermione answered with her own smile. “Only problem is that means we have to make her stop what she is currently doing.”

“Yes, there is that unfortunate bit,” Harry agreed as neither of them wanted to move from where they were at the moment. “Still the sooner we can extract her the sooner we can ravish her.”

“Just a little longer,” Hermione said as she felt Dora slither her tongue between them. “Remind me to see what her tongue can do inside after you properly fuck me and cum inside.”

“I will,” Harry promised as the thought was one he was finding difficult not to force ahead of schedule. “Still I guess you can come up now Dora. You can lavish your tongue and lick us clean later.”

“Yes, sir,” Dora said after retracting her tongue and kneeling on the seat next to them. “So who is taking me first, sir?”

“First I think we both need to give you a kiss,” Hermione said before turning and capturing her lips in a searing kiss. “Hmm… we do taste good together especially on you. Now give the girl a kiss, please.”

“Of course,” Harry said before giving Dora a toe curling and arousing unto wetness kiss. “Now Dora, I think that Hermione should rest her legs while you give her a good licking. She was bouncing a bit you see and I was just sitting here. So get yourself in position and have your legs spread. I may not be penetrating you and you best not do that to Hermione either.”

“Of course not, sir,” Dora said as she tried to look contrite as she moved to stand so she was the distance of waist to head from Hermione’s lap. “I know that you are the only one that may take our virginities. I do ask that you let me do what mistress wants and lick and suck and tongue fuck her clean after you spray her insides with your cum, sir.”

“I have no problem with that,” Harry said as he reluctantly stood while Hermione scooted off his lap. “Now I think since you have been quite good and patient that we give you a thorough ravishing. It is a shame that healing charms would leave traces or we could see about properly accenting that lovely ass of yours.”

“Yes, sir,” Dora agreed as she bent over with her legs spread and her face mere inches from Hermione’s spread and glistening sex. “Anytime you are ready, sir. Oh, sir; there are plenty of things that feel good but won't leave lasting marks!”

“You have a point,” Harry said as he set his attention to rest against her warmth. “Now put that mouth to better use!”

With a nod, Dora fastened her lips to Hermione’s lower lips. She shuddered even as her tongue flicked around the parted lips as she felt Harry slide along her length. His hands were holding her hips firmly and she felt him pressed against her legs and the warmth there and against her sex. She knew if her legs did give out that his grip would keep her suspended, and part of her wanted that so she could feel completely helpless in their grip. She already felt Hermione threading her fingers into her hair as she ground her face in between Hermione’s spread legs.

‘Oh… My!’ Dora thought as she felt herself held firm by her lovers. ‘I am in for one hell of a ravishing. I almost want to do this in front of mum when they take me away to spite her for being so controlling. Only thing that would be better is for Master to be buried inside and something sliding inside as well…’

Dora felt the pair excitedly using her even as they aroused and excited her. Hermione was riding her tongue while Harry was sliding his heat to sear and aflame her own wet and parted slit. She was torn as she thrust back and forth trying to maximize both and their pleasure as well.

Her legs left the ground and she was held aloft by his hands. She felt like she was floating as he kept his pace up and was driving her tongue shallowly into Hermione’s responsive folds. Her suction was held even as she wished she had time to try to split her tongue. Two tongues were better than one from experience when they both sucked him and they both lapped at one of their cunts.

‘I really think the only thing that could be better than that,’ Dora thought as she slithered her tongue around the opening of Hermione’s petals, ‘would be even more tongues. I think if I can ask for that for my Christmas present than it will be heavenly. Yes, a tongue swirling around each tit and delving inside my cunt while someone else is trying to use their tongue to fuck my throat; I really do think that would be as close to heaven as I can have at this time. I just don’t know if I am ready to be shagged, buggered and throat fucked at the same time. While I can admit that it would be intense, I am unsure if I can handle that without passing out. It just wouldn’t be any fun to be limp and unable to thrust back after all.’

So caught up in things and thoughts, Dora barely swallowed in time to keep from choking. With her lips surrounding Hermione’s sex, she had no choice as the suction and seal made her have to gulp quickly or have to release her lips. Dora did doubt that she could have done that as Hermione had a very firm grip as she ground herself against Dora’s tongue.

“Gods, Dora,” Hermione said as she rested for a moment with Dora gently lapping at her. “You are getting very good at that. Harry, are you ready to give our pet a good mouth cleaning?”

“Considering that so far I have almost slid into Dora’s wet and ready pussy several times already,” Harry remarked as he had to shift lest Dora’s body pull him inside. “I would say that is a given. Still considering how much she seems to be dripping and how often her cunt tried to inhale my cock, I think that she has been having some fun of her own.”

Reluctantly staggering back and letting his erection stop sliding and almost entering her twat, Harry looked at the two as Hermione affectionately ran her hands through Dora’s hair. With a sigh, Hermione tugged and pulled the reluctant Dora from where she was latched onto her already glistening and pouting with how swollen they were pussy lips. Harry sighed as he stopped himself from giving her upturned and wagging ass a quick spank to tell her to turn around. Instead he reached between her legs and slid two fingers easily into her and curled them towards his palm. Using that as a grip, Harry pulled Dora to start to circle towards Hermione.

‘I am tempted to laugh at how Dora is lengthening her tongue to try to keep contact,’ Harry thought as he felt a rumbling laugh try to bubble out. ‘Still it is odd to see Hermione push her away with a leg with that much reluctance showing in her eyes. I just know that if we could find a way to not need classes, that we would almost move her in to a room and do nothing but entertain ourselves all day. Still that does sound like a goal I could shoot for after my ambition is dealt with. Bring mum back, crush all that would ruin my life such as Voldemort, Dumbledore and the Ministry, and retire after ensuring enough returns to live very comfortably and revel in the pleasures to explore every day. Well it is a bit better of a dream than say dedicating myself to killing all of Voldemort’s followers after ruining them financially, socially, mentally and physically. I might just do that for, what was that phrase I heard on the Telly? Ah yes, shit and giggles was it. Hermione does have a dream in addition to aiding mine. Perhaps we can work on that considering how fast some things seem to be developing. It is a shame that Voldemort is a necessity until I know how to get around the dilemma that the killing curse causes. If he had used any other curse, I would have had no hesitation and likely would have solved the problem already. I do wonder where those odd thoughts I had when Snape tried to violate my mind came from. Some hormonal induced fantasy that I should not feel any identity to; at least I hope it was.’

His thoughts were driven from his head as Dora snapped her tongue from trying to not leave Hermione’s body. That it had suddenly swung around and wound around his standing and glistening with her juices, was a momentary eyebrow raiser. It was actually its attempt to emulate a complete enclosure that was strange. Sure she had done something similar when it was inside her mouth, but this just looked very odd. That she was trying to reel his cock into her open and drooling mouth added a new layer of bizarre to their life.

Hermione had touched his hand as it was inside Dora when she slid hers to take his place and continue pulling her towards her. The odd gymnastic activities that they seemed to get into when they were romping were starting to make her very appreciative of the increased flexibility they had. Dragging the circling girl toward her, Hermione contemplated trying to stand with an arm and a leg supporting her. With a sigh, she waited for Dora to be moving closer before she stopped using her leg to push Dora’s head towards Harry. Considering that she was now going mouth ward ho to his position had taken care of that.

Once Dora was open mouth aimed to swallow him, Hermione stood up and pressed herself against the wagging ass in between her legs. With a sudden thrust, she ground her sex into the older girls; that it suddenly slid Harry into her was a pleasant bonus for Dora. Once more she moved back and forth between the two as they worked to time their thrusts. This time however Dora was aware of her difficulty in thrusting back or following forward when they both pulled back.

The two were looking at each other as they found their pleasure in their joined lover. It was odd in a way that for a moment, there was nothing but themselves and Dora little more than an intermediary. Shaking their heads, they turned more of their attention to the still needy girl. A slight shifting of their bodies and their arms were able to fondle Dora’s body. As much as they wanted to do something that would linger and allow Dora to reminisce on this encounter, they knew that they could not do so.

That is not to say that they really wanted to parade Dora about with it obvious to the world that she was theirs. Sometimes Hermione wanted to have her wander the dorms in nothing but a collar, having a property of tag on it, with all the love bites and marks visible. Well she really was Harry’s and so was Hermione, but the specifics really didn’t matter. Hermione was in a way finding her own Anne to her Alice. She was aware that the complication in the group dynamic was stable for the moment, but that the two of them might try to gang up on her again.

‘Dora does have the ability to have any marks linger for however long she wants,’ Hermione thought as she contemplated on having her go home properly marked and claimed. ‘Still those would be visible when she goes to her base form, and that is something that would tip her mother off. I know that given how often Master doles out a good spanking, that he was hard pressed not to leave it a rosy red color, and I find myself having similar thoughts. How I managed not to scratch up her back, neck and head I am unsure of now, when I want to do more than feel up her wagging tail. Hmm… now that is something to try in the future. I wonder if partial animagus transformations would be possible. Ooh Dora! You just had to go and start nibbling with those quivering lips.’

Hermione stopped her internal debate as she started to grip and grind faster and harder against Dora. A momentary thought, to try having Dora shift her clit and enlarge it like her tongue or more like that was currently along with her tits swinging about like that, passed through her mind while she ran her sex from peak to apex along Dora’s own slit. That she was rubbing their clits against each other whenever possible as well as running them between each other’s paths was only adding to her excitement.

As for Harry, he was having his hands full with her weight resting on her ridiculously enlarged tits. That Dora was swinging with her arms wrapped around him while squeezing his own backside was exasperating things. He had been drawn into her throat while her tongue practically milked his cock; that he could see her tongue stretching her caved in cheeks was not helping him not be visually aroused even more. He was sorely tempted to move and let her support her front weight with her back killing breasts, and to return to having a nice grip so he could resume being in control of the pace of fucking her throat.

All of them were aware that Dora was going to lengths to make this encounter as mind blowing as possible. Dora was aware that she was going to be forced into celibacy for a period of time and was trying to stock up on memories as well as orgasms. Hermione was aware that she was almost fucking Harry through Dora as her thrusts were about as energetic as she planned her virgin ride to be. Harry was aware that Dora was using a number of tricks to both increase his sensations, but to maximize how much he ejaculated. He had a feeling that he would be drained both physically and mentally from this, and to be at the point where further activities would cause pain from tenderness as well as having drained his balls.

It took some maneuvering, but Harry managed to get enough of a grip to join the double ended pounding that Hermione was giving her. Dora was once more suspended by her two lovers’ sexes. The only thing in her mind that would be better was if both ends were being penetrated. Well, there were also them having a rougher hold than they were currently and the lack of lingering sensations from hands and tools. Still Dora was barely thinking as she responded to their attention. It was only through practice at making automatic reactions to things that her body was responding instead of locked up under the sensory bliss she was experiencing.

Suddenly the two thrust forward and stilled. She felt the reciprocating beat under their skin. She felt it as Harry throbbed and flowed into her. With some effort, she moved her head enough to stop letting him flow down her throat and to fill her mouth. Dora was aware that both of their thighs were coated with their flowing wetness. It had mixed where they were joined and sprayed each other when their most recent and climactic climax occurred.

It took some effort to untangle from Dora’s octopus like limbs, but with some caresses and comforting words they managed to extract themselves from her shivering and shuddering form. Sure they had both cum, but Dora seemed to be one of those lucky ones where their orgasm was enhanced and extended when their partner found release with them. They had slowly lowered her to the floor, but had succeeded in not placing her ass up, or they were sure that the compartment would be having a very soaked and ground in stain.

They had continued to caress her lightly as she calmed down. Harry and Hermione were aware that Dora was so out of it that they would need to clean themselves off. While they could use a spell, that would be less fun. Even if Dora had done her best to lick him clean, Hermione was left with almost enough to cake her inner thighs and legs. They had actually alternated in using Dora as a seat and trying something new, a standup sixty-nine. Still the two soon found themselves cuddling on one of the benches as they watched Dora come down from her experience.

It was a nice sight to watch. Dora as she slowly stopped panting and her eyes start to show signs of thinking again. As it was, Harry was there with Hermione resting her head against him while sitting in his lap. With the both of them smiling at her, they tried to describe the look of Dora at that moment. Her hair was sprayed and mussed up. Her skin was flushed and shiny. Both sets of her lips were puffy and swollen in a sexy manner. The smile was alluring and compelling as it danced with mirth. In a simple name, Dora looked well and properly ravished.

‘If Penny saw me now,’ Dora thought as she started to come back to herself, ‘she would think that I was one lucky bitch. Gods was that fucking awesome or was that an awesome fuck. All that’s left is to enjoy my recovery…’

Now after the thorough ravishing that Dora had just received, she lay there recovering as nude as the day she was born. She felt that this encounter more than made up for the short encounter with Penny, where all they had time for was Dora to tongue fuck her until she was too tender to do more than hobble the rest of her rounds. Still Dora took time to bask in the afterglow and contemplate on how to make it better next time.

‘Next time I think master will take me,’ Dora thought in anticipation. ‘Sure I have to wait until they get things settled at Gringott's, but it will be worth it. It is a shame that I cannot be their pet all the time during school. Still I will take every opportunity to serve them and the pleasures that doing so gives me. I do wonder if I will be as sore as Penny was after he takes me. Given what they have said about Anne, I should really see about that trick. Twin tongues might be useful after all.’

“Well Dora,” Hermione purred at her. “You definitely look better now. I hope that tides you over until we call for you. Just think if things go to play you will be spending all of the holidays nude and ready to serve.”

“Still, was there a reason that you were so aroused this time?” Harry asked as he sat next to the nude Hermione as he absentmindedly sent cleaning charms at their clothes and air freshening charms to slowly reduce the scent they had left. “You said you were just talking with your friends. Perhaps there was talk about a prospective significant other for you, they could be talking about that as well as discussions regarding who it is they are dating and all those sorts of gossip. That does sound plausible, does it not Mine?”

“It does for the most part,” Hermione said as she looked over Dora with half lidded eyes. “Did you notice a slight difference in how she tasted when we kissed her?”

“Do you think that our Dora has been playing with others again?” Harry asked as he saw her fidget under their gaze. “It would appear so. Now what should we do and why were you left in such need?”

“I admit it,” Dora said with her head bowed down. “I saw a friend in need and considering her sort of boyfriend left her hot and bothered, I willingly chose to help her reach her denied release.”

“I take it that there is a reason that you keep doing this,” Hermione said with her voice a mix of disappointment and understanding. “You must really care about her as a friend to repeatedly do so. Sir, I know I would do the same in her place and that you did the same for us when you needed to do so. Please…”

“I see,” Harry said with a sigh as he weighed the situations in his mind. “You will continue to do so and it is something that has to be discussed. So considering all we have offered you, what do you think we should do about this situation?”

“I failed to inform you about it,” Dora said kneeling and speaking with sincere repentance. “I will accept any punishment that doing so requires; however, I ask that you permit me to continue to do so and I will gladly as always take whatever punishment you feel that I need.”

“So you would do this even if we told you not to,” Hermione said as she looked over the squirming girl over. “You would do it even if it meant being suspended and used as a plaything for whatever we wanted including trying out my whips on.”

Dora nodded at that and shuddered as she said, “Yes, Master, Mistress. I would do so and accept without hesitation my earned punishment.”

“This does create a problem,” Harry said as he maneuvered so that Hermione was napping on his lap where he could run his fingers through her hair. “This relationship is based on trust far more so than any ordinary relationship, and yet you tell me that I cannot trust you. This is a very difficult dilemma indeed. You will also be unable to completely give your time to us do to this obligation.”

“You could treat it similarly to Quidditch practice and club meetings,” Hermione offered from where she snuggled against him, “as an extracurricular obligation that Dora offers something in compensation for doing. I take it that you are not comfortable telling us which friend it is you are helping.”

“Yes, mistress,” Dora said with a fidget. “The situation is complicated with the fact that I owe her for her advice helped me decide to join you.”

“A very good friend than,” Harry said as he contemplated what to do. “From your point of view, she is directly responsible for the opportunity you have now and thus in a way you feel obligated to help her through her own difficulties. I take it that this is in part of why you were less affected by your recent punishment. Is she aware that you are in a relationship?”

“Yes,” Dora admitted instantly. “She is however not aware of whom it is with and I did admit that I would be doing something in penance for doing as I have done. She has however offered compensations for this matter.”

“What would this compensation include?” Hermione asked in interest as she absently reached up and traced Harry’s face. “Did she perhaps offer her own body to our uses, something she is in a position to offer to ease our situation, or any other things along those lines?”

“She was rather happy that I am in a relationship where sir cares about me far more than her current trainee does,” Dora admitted with a somewhat cute scrunch to her face as she thought on it. “She told me that if I ever had the chance at even someone like Master that I was to take it with both hands on not let go. I am trying to do this, but I know that I owe her.”

Harry looked at Hermione and tried to discuss things as nonverbally as possible. With the knowledge of eventually having someone with Legilimency to interact with, Harry had spent time learning a variety of mental defenses. While it did not allow telepathy, the methods combination did allow the sending of mental pictures where many flavors such as emotion could be added to it. To Dora, she was watching the two stare at each other in a moment that seemed to last forever as she worried that they would keep her or not. Her mother had left her a nagging pit of doubt in herself and life in general. Her greatest fear was to be alone. To her developing mindset, it was better to experience agonizing pain than to be alone. For these two, her closest of friends to shun her would almost be worse than dying.

“We have come to a conclusion,” Hermione said from where she was. “Do you freely accept whatever punishment that we give you in this as all matters?”

“I do.” Dora said as she fervently hoped that they did not, especially after that, merely tell her to be gone from their presence and never bother them again. “As you command so it shall be!”

“Your punishment will be two fold,” Harry said as he ignored her and paid attention to Hermione as they lovingly caressed each other. “You will not indulge in certain actions with her. You will not be penetrated by her save kissing. You will not engage in anything that is our sole providence. That includes any actions that blur the lines of pleasure and pain, and that means that despite your seeming love of spanking that she is not to spank you.”

“If she desires any of these actions,” Hermione said from where she was ignoring Dora. “She must tell you and she must meet us to discuss compensation. You are ours to do with as we please, to love, to ravish, to punish, and to experience as we chose. Do not forget that ever! As you have stated a need to keep this confidential, after most if not all encounters you are to come to us and let us taste her indirectly.”

“While this is nowhere near what we are able to do to you,” Harry said with the barest of movements to let his foot rest on her. “We find it to be sufficient at this time. Now the cost for every encounter will be that you bring her flavor to us and that you will spend a night in suspension on edge. The price for having neglecting to tell us of this will be a very brutal session when we call for you.”

“We are being quite reasonable as it is,” Hermione said as she closed her eyes to indulge in the kind care that Harry was providing. “You have disappointed us and we were tempted to release you back to the boredom and loneliness we saved you from.”

“Do not disappoint us again,” Harry said with a sudden glare that instead of making her sob had her smile at the attention. “While we were willing to grant you time for your personal reasons in the past, you will need to clear any in the future.”

“The first part of your punishment is a repeat of before,” Hermione said as she opened her eyes half way to look at Dora. “It is however amended. You are neither to bring yourself to relief nor to allow any other to do so until we tell you otherwise. You will practice both your morphing and your muscle control. You will also be the last to get any attention when we do call for you. We find this to be a small price to pay for your breach of trust.”

“Now until we have to get dressed,” Harry said as he leaned back pulling Hermione to lie against him. “You will be my pillow and you will tell us some things. No names, but you will let us get a feel for you some more.”

“Yes, sir,” Dora said as she scrambled to prop herself against the wall next to the window. “I will, sir.”

“I like that,” Harry said as he set his head between her two breasts. “Comfortable still it needs something more. Dora, either cast a slight vibrating charm or have them vibrate; I do not care which. That’s better. Hermione, anything you want?”

“Not right now,” Hermione said from where she was resting on him with his arms wrapped around her. “Dora, I think that you better learn to morph your arms and legs to hold a position for a while.”

“For what reason, mistress?” Dora asked as she tried not to moan and soak the seat from the stimulation that her body was under.

“I think we will see how good of a footstool you make,” Hermione said as she let the kinky visuals pass in her mind. “Of course it wouldn’t be any fun without some add-ons. I think dangling some weights from your nipples and clit will make things more complicated.”

“You’re feeling quite devious,” Harry said from where he was sandwiched between the two witches. “Next you will have her do that while sitting and moving in my lap.”

“What a wonderful idea,” Hermione said as she felt Harry’s attention as his fingers left soothing caresses to her exposed body. “It is for things like that that we love you. Now let’s just rest as Dora entertains us with more stories of her life…”

The two drifted off for a time as Dora told them more about her life before eventually starting to tell Wizarding children’s stories. The three spent time like this until they started to approach the station. It was a reluctant trio that pulled their cleaned and aired out clothing on. Dora was grateful that unlike when summer holidays would come that she didn’t have to drag her trunk with her. She was however mortified that she had forgotten to grab a pair of panties as her mother would suitably punish her for going bare if she found out. Still a quick charm and they were ready to depart their compartment.

They walked out together from the train. Both ladies were sad that they were unable to walk with Harry’s hand doing more than being entwined in their arms. They really wished that they could have Harry either wrap his arms around their waist, or better yet under and around their skirts where he was hooked inside them. It was something that anyone in a happy relationship wanted; they wanted to shout it to the heavens and to everyone around them. Still all things must come to an end.

The group meandered from the poorly hidden platform into King’s Cross proper. It was a shame that things required that their lift was unable to enter the platform to join them. Harry was grateful that he had not needed the Dursley’s assistance in such a routine affair. The two were well aware that Dora would have to soon leave their company for a time. They both wished that they could have dragged her with. It would have been quite useful to avoid the Tonks altogether, but it was not to be.

‘I wish I didn’t have to go,’ Dora thought as her eyes darted about with hope. ‘Please be dad that picks me up and not mother.’

“So who do you think will all make it?” Hermione asked as she pondered who all would be there. “I wonder if those two will show up.”

“Hmm,” Harry said as he scanned the crowd as he watched Malfoy ignore them in favor of greeting his mother. “It is possible that they will. Do you think they could have talked their way into coming here? That is something that I am unsure on how your parents will handle.”

“Yes, it will make some things easier,” Hermione said as she frowned at the thoughts being brought up. “Still having my cousin here next year will be interesting…”

“Why is it that the two of you have to be so confrontational from time to time?” Harry asked as he noticed someone give them the once over at how close they were to Dora. “Hey is that your mum?”

“Yes,” Tonks said with a sudden foreboding. “I don’t like the way that she is looking us over.”

“She does seem to have issues, but that would be apparent already,” Hermione said as she felt ill at ease with Dora’s mother’s body language. “Just let us know and we will be there quick.”

“Definitely,” Harry confirmed as he wanted to glare the woman to back off. “Still give us a bit and things will be settled. You are ours and I am not letting you away this soon.”

“Agreed,” Hermione said with a firm gaze. “And don’t you dare forget it!”

Reluctantly the two said goodbye to Tonks as her mother approached. They would have given her a proper sendoff, but they were well aware of the trouble that would cause their friend. Still they had plans in motion to secure their Dora’s safety and well being. They watched as Andromeda mostly ignored them before ushering Dora away. The two looked at each other as they headed towards the exit.

“That was rather uncomfortable,” Hermione stated to Harry as for most of the past moments she had the sudden urge to bludgeon Andy before running off with their Dora. “Hopefully we can get Dora to visit even if we have to neglect to mention that you are there.”

“It seems that might be necessary,” Harry said as he interlinked his arm with hers and proceeded to cross the threshold. “Now all we need to do is to find your parents.”

“True,” Hermione agreed as she started scanning the station proper for her parents. “I do miss them and I know that I would have been really homesick if you hadn’t been there.”

“What are friends for?” Harry asked with a real smile. “Oh! Hello Mr. and Mrs. Granger.”

“What have we told you, Harry?” June said with a slightly fond smile as she knew the boy had been good for her daughter and seemed like a good candidate even with the competition with her niece. “It makes me feel old and you wouldn’t want that now would you?”

“Beside every time I hear someone say that, I think they are looking for mum and dad,” Vincent said with a shudder. “Those two can be right scary at times let me tell you. I am amazed that June was willing to cooperate with them at any point considering how they met.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” June teased him. “Besides the baby pictures were quite interesting…”

Hermione was torn at being mortified and snorting in laughter at the behavior of her parents. She settled with giggling even if she was normally not one to do so. A part of her was sad at the fact that Harry would not experience that, but that was offset by the knowledge that her parents no matter how easy going they could be would never let her miss that. She even knew that they planned to take photos of all the rest of her firsts that they could. They would have wanted one of her first kiss but they had not been there as well as they had both neglected to mention it. Oh they had hugged and kissed each other on the cheek in front of them, but then so had they with Alice and Anne. Still that was not that strange among kids and as most would do; her parents had dismissed it as not being life altering.

‘If by that point I have anything to be embarrassed about as to be effected,’ Hermione thought as she pictured the composed Harry not being affected by the pictures of how she had been before they had met, ‘I wonder what could do that as I doubt the pictures would already. Perhaps it is more so my parents being parents when I am a teenager. Hmm now that I think on it, I seem to have become even more accelerated in my physical as well as mental even if it is harder to keep the emotional surges under control. Though this is something to inquire on, were we to now develop quicker and sooner do to our actions? We are already being mistaken for third years at a distance and that would put us at thirteen or fourteen. I guess I am grateful that unlike some of the other houses Ravenclaw does not have group showers or I would have been self conscious before. Not that I might worry about unwanted attention do to certain things.’

“Why do I think that is something to be disappointed in the future?” Harry murmured to Hermione causing her a momentary pang of guilt and a sudden rush of annoyance at the Dursleys for avoiding such a thing through their actions. “Sure I have some inkling to my parents leaving my baby pictures at Gringott's, but I am lacking most childhood pictures. Perhaps we should take pictures more when we are about?”

“That would be nice,” Hermione said as she watched her parent’s byplay. “Something we will need to look into when we are out doing things. Take the whole group for some experiences…”

“True,” Harry admitted even as he realized that they had been letting fun outweigh their work recently in stark contrast to the overworked stress he had been heading to. “Still I don’t think any of us are that socially inclined to know what kids our age normally do. Even Alice and Anne are in gifted classes, and that does not give one much chance to socialize with peers since they are so hard to quantify.”

“Maybe we are cramming too much in too little time?” Hermione asked as she thought things over. “We should really see the sites some time. It is odd considering how often I go with them to other places, but that we seem to have missed our own places. Although I will admit that libraries are somewhat of an exception to that.”

“So how much longer will they be involved without noticing us?” Harry asked quietly as the two were a sight to see compared to the oddness that was the Dursleys or some of the other neighbors. “I am grateful that we are able to spend a bit more of the holidays together this time.”

“True there is the fact that I do want to spend time with my parents and we have been spending some time growing more familiar than before,” Hermione said with a sigh as she started to notice her parents listening even as they continued their mutual teasing. “Before it was more of a difficulty to get my own Harry time I guess you could say…”

“Alice wasn’t that bad,” Harry tried to justify. “Though I guess it helped that I was the first boy who was not related to her that wasn’t a bully or similar brat. You two are quite similar and I realize that my life would be a good deal less colorful without either of you in it.”

“Such deep thoughts so young,” June said as she turned her attention to the two. “Why couldn’t you have been like that?”

“Hey,” Vincent said in mock outrage. “I grew out of it!”

“Yes, that we barely knew each other until later was entirely your own fault,” June said with a slight and almost too subtle glare. “Still the past is the past, and even if it seems that Hermione has managed to avoid such mistakes, we should still get going. London traffic is always a bit excessive at this time of day. Did either of you have something to do while we were here?”

The two looked at each other as they mentally weighed things. As much as they wanted to hit Diagon, there were complications to that if either of the adult Grangers came along. The least of which would be keeping them safe while the worst that they knew of was keeping the proper image to ensure the goblin cooperation, and that was without the complications of explaining where Harry got the money he currently had. Still there were things they could do before they headed home.

“Now that you mention it,” the pair said with a slight grin. “There were a few stops we wouldn’t mind making…”