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A/N Once again, thanks to those who have reviewed the previous chapters. I love reading your reactions to what I’ve written.

My writing may slow a bit since I’ve begun rehearsals for The Music Man (I’m playing Ewart Dunlop—should be fun) and as such I’m now busy 2½-3 hours more per day than normal. I’ll try not to let it slow me down too much, however. We’re on the home stretch—only 3-4 more chapters left anyway.

Now without further ado:





The Unexpected Result Of. . .





. . .A Crush





Harry realized that he was more disturbed by their session of pretend rape than he’d thought. As they’d returned to Gryffindor tower, cleaned up and settled in the dorm room, Harry kept finding himself looking at Gabby to make sure that she was all right. He had noticed that she was walking a bit gingerly; something she’d never done before, even after their first time, which hadn’t exactly been gentle.

“Are you sure you’re OK?” he asked again as he watched her get comfortable in his bed.

She smiled up at him, but it was clear that she was beginning to grow weary of his concern.

“I’ll be fine, Master,” she said patiently. “I’ve already healed. I’m just still a bit sore. Please don’t worry any more. It’ll be as though it never happened by tomorrow.”

“I’m not sure it’ll ever be like it didn’t happen,” he said, a bit haunted. He feared he wouldn’t be able to forget injuring her and taking pleasure in it.

She climbed onto her knees on the edge of his bed and placed her arms on his shoulders to focus his attention solely on her.

“I am fine, Master,” she said forcefully. “There is enough Veela in me that I am physically healed. Yes, I’m still a bit sore but that too will be gone by the morning.”

“But. . .” he began.

“But nothing,” she interrupted. “You did nothing to me that I did not want you to do so you didn’t harm me mentally. And you did something for me that you weren’t comfortable doing because I needed you to do it, so emotionally I couldn’t be happier that it happened. All right?”

He slowly realized that he really hadn’t harmed her, so there was nothing to feel guilty about. When he let go of the guilt, there was nothing there but happiness and pride that he’d pleased her. He gathered her in a hug which she returned with enthusiasm.

Eventually, they decided, since Gabby was so sore, that she would stay in bed instead of following Harry around, at least until later. She was planning on finishing the section of the book they’d received about their Desmi. Harry was headed to the library after Gabby suggested that he find a way to test his sperm to he if he was indeed infertile since it would be good to know for future—and past—encounters. Though as Gabby had pointed out to him, Katie, Angelina and Alicia were already sexually active and therefore had probably made sure they were protected themselves, while Vicky was likely too young to get pregnant even if he wasn’t subject to the selective infertility aspect of their Desmi.

Harry made his way down to the library after promising to bring Gabby up some lunch as he didn’t want her to have to walk down so many stairs to get to the Great Hall.

The library was not normally full on a late Saturday morning, but it seemed even emptier than normal. He slipped down aisles and between shelves covered in large heavy tomes as quietly as possible. The last thing he wanted was to attract the attention of someone wondering what he was doing.

He had to search a bit to locate the section that dealt with human reproduction and discovered it was in a back corner of the library. The portion that contained information on fertility was not large, perhaps two dozen volumes total, but to find the right book might take him some time. He wondered briefly why they weren’t in the restricted section given the sensitive nature of their subject but was thankful that they were not.

The first few volumes contained nothing but rites and rituals having to do with fertility, he found one book that contained seemingly every spell that might increase fertility or cure infertility, but oddly, nothing about detecting infertility. As he was pulling out the seventh book, he caught some movement out of the corner of his eye that he took to be someone walking by the end of the row. When he turned to look, however, he saw no one there. He flipped open the book and searched through it.

Halfway through he heard a quiet noise in the same spot where he’d seen the movement. He turned to look again, expecting to see no one but instead, saw a girl peeking around the end of a shelf. As he watched, she seemed to gain some courage and stepped out into the aisle before approaching him a bit timidly.

Most students at Hogwarts took to wearing their uniforms even on week-ends simply out of habit. Harry generally did simply because he didn’t like the thought of wearing Dudley’s old cast-offs around the castle. This girl, however—and she looked familiar though he couldn’t place her at the moment—was wearing a dark, almost knee-length skirt and a pale lavender sleeveless jumper over a white long-sleeve blouse with a book-bag thrown over one shoulder. She had soft looking shoulder length light brown hair and blue-green eyes. She was cute—not gorgeous or even very pretty; she had likely been one of those children who are adorable when their young but grow to be rather plain as adults. She was still just youthful enough to be cute, however; Harry’s age or a year older.

“You need some help?” she asked quietly. “You seem a bit lost.”

He realized he had been staring at her, trying to remember how he knew her.

“Um, no,” he said. “I’m fine. I just. . . I’ve seen you around the halls, but, forgive me, I can’t remember who it is you hang around with.”

She smiled, rather sweetly, he thought, and suppressed a giggle. “Most likely because you only had eyes for Cho.”

“Ah!” he said as it came to him. “Fifth-year. Ravenclaw. I knew I’d seen you around.”

“Cloyssa Tugwood,” she said offering her hand which he shook. His eyebrow went up a her last name.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said before he could respond. “And yes, I am related to the Sacharissa Tugwood on the chocolate frog card. She was my great-auntie.”

“Harry Potter,” he said, trying not to smirk at her misreading his reaction.

“Oh, I know that of course,” she said. “But it’s nice to meet you properly.” She looked up at the shelf next to him. “What are you looking for? Perhaps I can help?”

“Er,” he said dumbly, unsure of how exactly to respond.

She noticed the books lining the shelf he was perusing and her eyes widened for a moment.

“Must be some interesting project you’re working on,” she said

He awkwardness must have been very evident as he fumbled for a reply.

“Personal?” she whispered, sounding shocked.

He couldn’t help but blush a bit. It must have been obvious.

“Thinking of performing a, er, ritual ?” she inquired smirking.

He shook his head absently.

“Worried you’re shooting blanks?” she asked him. She must have been a muggleborn.

“Worried I’m not,” he said without thinking. He grimaced as soon as he heard himself say it.

“So you think your girlfriend. . .” She trailed off.

“Not exactly,” he said. “I don’t actually. . . have. . . It’s complicated.” Doubtless telling her about his eight-year-old Veela sex toy in addition to his shagging half the Gryffindor Quidditch team at the same time would not be the smartest thing for him to do.

“I’m sure it is,” she said mirthfully. “I’ll wager you must have more women than you can handle after you, as sexy as you are.” Now it was her turn to be embarrassed.

He merely raised an eyebrow and looked sideways at her.

“I’m good with books,” she said suddenly, apparently keen to change the subject. “I can help you if you’d like.”

He looked at her and saw a hopeful look in her eye. He shrugged and she took that for assent.

She dropped her book-bag at her feet, pulled a book from the shelf and opened it. “I suppose you’re just looking for a charm or something to test your. . .” She blushed and ducked her head.

“Er, yeah,” he said. “Something like that.”

Silence reigned as they busied themselves flipping pages, rejecting spell after spell that wouldn’t do what he needed.

As they perused the books, Harry kept noticing that she would look his way occasionally while trying to be discreet about it. Of course, he couldn’t help but throw a few glances her way as well. She was well developed, with average sized breasts and a nice body. It was difficult to get a good look at her arse through the skirt but what he could see of it looked nice. She may not have had a chance in any beauty contest, but she was certainly not unattractive.

“Ah ha!” she said quietly, after several minutes of searching. She held the book so that he could see what she’d found. “It’s a simple Charm.” He looked at the entry in her book and noticed—

“Though it does require a, er, sample,” she said.

She handed him the book. “Thanks for your help,” he said. “You were right, you are good with books.” He flashed her a sideways grin She bit her lip as she seemed to be summoning her courage for something.

“That’s not all I’m good at,” she said rather coyly.

His eyebrows rose at the implication but he decided not to jump to conclusions. “Good with Charms, are you?” he asked cheekily.

“Among other things.”

He liked where this seemed to be leading. “Are you offering to help?”

She chewed her lip nervously and nodded.

“OK,” he said. “Any particular place you have in mind?”

She looked over her shoulder for a moment then returned her gaze to him. She took a step towards him, closing what little distance there was between them.

“How about right here?” she whispered.

His eyes widened a bit momentarily but he said nothing. This girl either had a bit of an exhibitionist streak or she really liked libraries. Either way, he thought, he certainly wasn’t going to discourage her.

He felt her hand searching for him through his robes. After a moment, she found her objective, grasping the hardening bulge in his shorts. He stifled a moan.

She gazed into his eyes as she stroked him gently through his clothes. Her eyes were bright and dancing; she was clearly enjoying the public nature of their contact as much as he was.

His hand found her hip and began sliding down the side of her upper leg, searching for the hem of her skirt. She partially unfastened his robes—just enough to get her hand inside—and moved to stroking him through his boxers only. His hand worked her skirt up and found bear thigh; it was soft and silky smooth. He ran his hand around and cupped a cheek of her bum, kneading the taught flesh gently. She pressed her lips to his suddenly to smother a groan and he felt her pull his shorts down enough to release his erection from it’s confines.

She broke the kiss as she began to stroke him and looked around to make sure that they were still unseen. He moved his other hand, took hold of her hip and pulled her closer so that they were almost touching, then manoeuvred it so that it discovered the waistband of her knickers. Slipping inside, he found her ample bush and, just below that, her dampening sex. He stroked up and down the outside of her pussy a few times before slipping a finger inside to gather some of her moisture and bring it up towards her clitoris. She was pinching her lips between her teeth to keep herself quiet as she picked up the pace with her hand.

Once he had her little nub sufficiently lubed, he began teasing it; lightly brushing his fingers over it. He would occasionally slip down and slide his finger just inside her entrance before returning to her clit. She was smearing the fluids from his now leaking cock around the fleshy head. He could only assume that she’d done this a few times before because she seemed to be an expert at it. He was rapidly approaching his orgasm.

He began working in earnest on her most sensitive spot, stroking and flicking and rubbing. She was panting and her fluids had all but soaked the gusset of her knickers. She leaned forward to kiss him again and in doing so muffled most of a moan. Her hips had begun to thrust involuntarily and he was sure that she was just as close to orgasm as he was.

He slipped his kneading hand over, under her knickers in the back and found the cleft of her arse. Sliding down, he found the pucker of her arsehole and grazed it with his index finger at the same moment his other hand was slipping just inside the entrance to her cunt. Her hips jerked forward of their own accord forcing his finger deeper inside her and his arm back to bump into her stroking hand. He quickly reached up with his thumb and dragged it across her clit. An almost quiet, very short, high-pitched squeal was wrenched from her throat as she came around his invading finger. Her stroking of his cock slowed and became uncoordinated as she was overcome by the sensations flooding her from her spasming pussy.

As she came down from her climax, she leaned her head on his shoulder and tried to catch her breath. After a few moments, she brought her head up and looked around again for witnesses. Finding none, she returned her attentions to his cock which she began stroking in earnest once again.

She alternated between grasping him quite firmly and so lightly that her hand was almost sliding across his skin. She would sometimes slide up far enough to collect a bit of fluid for lubrication and she had a wonderful way of tickling the sensitive underside of his cock head with the knuckle of her thumb. Soon enough, Harry was panting and nearing release. Somehow, she knew this—though how she did, Harry didn’t know—and slowed her pace to keep him on the edge. He opened his eyes which he had closed in sheer bliss to find her watching him intently; her eyes sparkling with mischief, clearly delighting in the fact that he was enjoying her ministrations so much.

“Ready?” she asked.

Nodding was all he could manage without loosing control and crying out into the silence of the library.

She slipped her other hand into his robes and cupped it in front of his throbbing cock. A few more strokes and he was done; splashing his hot, thick jism into her waiting palm. She continued to stroke him as his climax deposited several powerful spurts into her hand.

When he was finished, she dexterously removed her hand from his robes without spilling a drop while her other hand pulled his boxers back into place. She looked at what she’d collected.

“Wow,” she said quietly. “That’s a lot.”

“Really?” he asked. “It’s about normal for me.”

She retrieved her wand from her bag and performed the incantation on the contents of her hand. It glowed a deep blue.

“I’m not sure if it’s good news or bad,” she said. “But it looks like you’ll never have to worry about being a father.”

He relaxed visibly. She noticed.

“With this,” she said indicating his sperm, “you may as well be spraying girls with a hosepipe. Though, I’m sure they like your ‘hosepipe’ better.” She smirked at him, then lifted her hand and smelled his fluid. “And I bet this tastes better.”

He watched in fascination as she began licking it out of her hand and continued to do so until it was all gone and her had was clean. He found the sight very erotic.

“God, that’s sexy,” he said, his expression one of unadulterated lust. “I don’t suppose you’d be up for another round.”

She looked at him in surprise and anticipation.

“Are you. . . up for another round?” she asked.

“It shouldn’t be a problem,” he said. Moments later, they were back at it—her with her hand inside his robes, stroking his hardening member, him with his hands under her skirt and inside her knickers, fingering her still slick mound.

As he reached full hardness, she leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me right here in the library.”

He manoeuvred her a few steps away so that she was backed up into the corner with him standing in front of her. He opened his robes a bit more and pulled his boxers down to mid thigh. He pulled her skirt up and grabbed the waistband of her underwear. Instead of lowering them, he gave a sharp tug and ripped them off of her. She gasped but managed to catch most of it and keep it quiet. He slipped the torn garment into a pocket of his robes for safekeeping.

He leaned forward and brought his lips to hers, their mouths opening and tongues dancing. He could taste the remnants of his earlier efforts lingering on her breath but he wasn’t turned off by it, to his surprise. He took himself in hand and aimed between her legs, sliding up and down through her cleft, gathering her fluids and lubricating his cock in anticipation. As he slid the head of his cock over her clit, she drew in a breath and lifted her right leg, wrapping it around behind him.

It took a bit of change in their positions but with her rotating her hips a bit and him shifting his feet forward a couple inches and approaching from a slightly different angle, he managed to slide into her. She slipped her hands inside his robes and around his back, pulling him closer to her. He began rhythmically thrusting into her as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again. Perhaps it was the angle of their union, but she seemed very tight to him. Not as tight as Vicky, but certainly tighter than any of the trio he’d fucked the previous night.

Her breath was starting to come in quick, panting inhalations that matched time with his thrusts. He slid one arm down to her waist and pulled her lower half tightly to him so that he could penetrate her as deep as possible. She was trailing little kisses along the side of his face when she suddenly stopped and tensed.

“Harry,” she whispered urgently in his ear. “There’s someone. . .”

Harry paused in his thrusting for a moment and turned to look in the direction Cloyssa was looking. There, not more than 20 feet away, was Emma Dobbs, walking slowly down the row while looking up a the shelf next to her.

Harry turned back to Cloyssa. “Put your leg down,” he whispered. When she did, he quickly flattened what he could of her skirt and arranged his robes so that Emma wouldn’t be able to see any evidence of their clandestine activities. She kept her hips in the same position and he remained inside her. Instead of thrusting, however, he was buried deeply in her cunt and slowly grinding in tight little circles that wouldn’t be seen through his robes.

“Don’t stop kissing me,” he said and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. Their tongues caressed each other as he continued grinding their sexes together. Emma was still walking slowly towards them, still intent on finding whatever tome it was she was looking for.

Cloyssa broke the kiss long enough to whisper, “Oh, gods, Harry,” before diving back onto his lips. She was panting through her nose and he could feel her inner walls spasming every few seconds. The kiss became more urgent as though she was trying use it to communicate her need. She clamped her lips around his probing tongue and sucked and he gave a particularly hard grind of his pelvis on hers. Her eyes, which had been very lidded, snapped open and she broke the kiss with a quiet, though audible, gasp. She moved her head beside his.

“Stop, Harry,” she said voicelessly though her panting. He didn’t. “Please. Harry—if you—don’t stop—I’m going to—going to come.”

He kept grinding. Her channel was spasming regularly with every rotation of his hips.

“Then I suggest,” he said boldly in her ear, “that you do so quietly.”

She whimpered and raked her fingernails along his back.

“Oh, gods, Harry,” she said. “Oh, please. I—can’t. . . I’m going to. . . Oh, shit.”

Emma was closer now, nearly to the break in the shelves that provided a little aisle. Cloyssa seized his lips with hers and kissed him fiercely. She closed her eyes and then almost immediately opened them again, focusing on the girl walking methodically closer to them as they continued their concealed yet public coition.

He kept up his incessant rhythmic grinding as she broke the kiss and bit her lip, still staring at the approaching girl. Harry decided that, while Cloyssa might like libraries, it was probably a bit of exhibitionism in her that made her decide to be so public. He turned to look at Emma to find her looking at the last couple of books on the shelf. As he watched, she reached the end and turned to either walk across the aisle or turn around to look at the opposite shelf. He would never know, since she stopped in mid-turn having spotted them.

Harry turned back to Cloyssa who, having realized she’d just been seen, clamped her lips onto his and mewled into his mouth as she came. She did her best to make it appear as though her involuntary movements were a result of the kiss and not an orgasm but neither of them would ever know exactly how successful they were.

Her orgasm was long and powerful. It seemed she liked being seen. Harry kept up the grinding even as her clenching, grasping cunt was driving him nearer his own release. As she came down from her climax, she broke the kiss and whispered haltingly into his ear on the opposite side from Emma, “Oh, god, Harry. She saw me come.” Harry turned his head enough that he could just make out Emma out of the corner of his eye. She was still standing there, brazenly watching them as they fucked.

“She’s still watching,” he whispered back. Her fingers clenched on his back and she peaked again, moaning softly in his ear. He couldn’t believe that she could come twice so quickly but she apparently really liked being watched.

“She’s just standing there, staring at us,” he said, deciding to ramp up her arousal by giving her what she wanted. In addition to his slight grinding motion, he began moving in and out by the barest of millimetres. “I don’t think she can believe what she’s seeing. She probably thinks we’re just snogging. I wonder what she’d do if she knew that I was fucking you right in front of her.

Cloyssa’s second orgasm was just starting to let up when she peaked again. She breathed in his ear, a stuttering breath as she tried desperately not to moan out loud.

“Do you think we should give her a show?” he asked. “I could pull back my robes and let her see that I have my cock buried in your dripping cunt. Would you like that?”

“Oh, gods, Harry,” she said quietly. “I can’t— Oh, shit—”

Her cunt clamped around him again with another orgasm, or perhaps a reawakening of her last one. The feeling of her massaging his prick as she was was driving him closer and closer.

And still, Emma watched.

Harry lowered his head and trailed little kisses up from Cloyssa’s neck to her ear.

“She’s just standing there,” he said in her ear. “I think she knows we’re fucking right in front of her.”

She came again. She moaned quietly in his ear as a small surge of fluid washed around his barely thrusting cock as the walls of her sex contracted around him once more. The sensation was too much for him. He held his breath to keep himself from groaning or crying out as he came, spilling himself deeply inside her, spraying the inside of her pussy with spurt after spurt of his infertile semen.

When she realized that he was coming inside her while they were being observed, she came one last time. As their orgasms subsided, he slowly stopped moving and they kissed each other again.

“Oh, gods, Harry,” said Cloyssa as she broke the kiss. “That was so hot!” She looked over at Emma who apparently decided that the show was over. “She’s leaving,” she whispered to him.

Eventually, they separated and straightened their clothes as much as possible. Harry repaired her knickers and tried to return them to her but she refused them.

“Keep them, Harry,” she said. “They can be a souvenir or something. Besides, I want to see if I can walk all the way back to Ravenclaw tower without letting anything run down my legs.”

He raised his eyebrows at her at that statement.

“I almost hope I don’t make it,” she said smirking at him. She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. “Thanks, Harry,” she said. “For everything.”

“Thank you,” he said. “For helping me out. And for—” he gestured towards the corner where they’d had their little tryst. She smiled at him and leaned back to whisper in his ear.

“You can have me any time you want me, Mr. Potter,” she said.

He leaned into her and whispered, “I look forward to the next time, Miss Tugwood. Perhaps some place a little less private?”

She shivered in anticipation and they left the library to go their separate ways.

Harry slipped down to the kitchens and picked up lunch for himself and Gabby from the elves.

When he returned to the dorm room, he found Gabby lying on his bed looking as though she’d recently been ravished. As he closed the door, she looked up at him with slightly glassy eyes.

“Someone had fun,” she said with a knowing grin on her face.

He couldn’t help but grin back. “I take it you enjoyed that?” he asked.

“Very much so,” she admitted. “I couldn’t stop masturbating the entire time I felt you fucking.” He had moved to her and the two of them were spreading out their lunch on the bed. “Who was it?”

So he told her the story of meeting Cloyssa and her helping to find the book and test him and then their decision to have sex right there.

“. . .so there we are,” he finished, “fucking right there in the library when this girl walks up and watches us. I’m not sure if she knew what we were doing or not. She might have thought we were just really passionate kissers.”

Gabby had taken to eating with one hand and touching herself with the other while listening to Harry speak.

“Oh, God, I wish I’d been there,” she said dreamily. “Even just to watch. That sounds so sexy!”

Harry reached into his robes and pulled out Cloyssa’s knickers which were still damp with her fluids. He tossed them to Gabby, who caught them and delighted in their moist state.

“She said she wanted to see if she could walk all the way back to the tower without dripping,” he said nonchalantly. “I wonder if she made it.”

“Oh, God, Master,” said Gabby breathlessly. “Please tell me you’re going to fuck her again!”

“She said she’d like to,” he responded. “And I certainly wouldn’t mind another semi-public shag.”

Gabby’s eyes shifted out of focus, apparently imagining watching or participating in public sex. Harry ate his sandwich with a grin on his face at her reaction.

“So,” he said after a few silent minutes. “Find anything new about the Desmi?”

Gabby blinked and seemed to gather herself.

“Not much, Master,” she said. “Just that the Tyrannos is selectively infertile— Are you, by the way? You said you tested it but didn’t say. . .”

He nodded.

“I thought as much,” she said. “Anyway, while you are sterile normally, if you choose to impregnate your partner during sex, then she will get pregnant, no matter what time of month it is.”

Gabby then had to tell him that normally women are only fertile a few days out of the month, since Harry hadn’t known.

“The book goes on to talk about the Tyrannos a bit more but with it’s limited information, it seems to make the assumption that the Tyrannos is Veela since it says that their Veela abilities like forming more Desmi, summoning Ardor and their Aléktorsoma or Alktorisoma are not affected.”

“Their what?” he asked.

“You really haven’t studied Veela yet have you?”

He shook his head. “The level of instruction at Hogwarts in some subjects is iffy at best.”

“It would seem so,” she said rather disappointedly. “You said you’d seen Veela before.” He nodded. “Have you seen them angry?” He nodded again. “Have you seen them throwing fireballs?” Another nod. “That’s Ardor. All adult Veela can summon it, though it’s far more often seen from females.”

She paused to take a bite.

“Have you seen them become bird-like?”

“Yes,” he said. “That was rather shocking.”

“That is their ’Soma,” she said. “Actually, if the Veela is male, it’s Aléktorsoma, or Alktorisoma if it’s a female. Normally, we just call it our ’Soma.”

“Oh,” he said simply.

“The book also said some abilities like the Agein might be increased,” she concluded. “But most of it was very vague, unfortunately.”

“Agein?”

“The ‘pull’.”

“Ah,” he said. “That may explain why I have it then, if it’s increased in Veela.”

“That’s possible,” she admitted. “But with no information at all on a human Tyrannos, we can’t really know for sure—” she looked at the book now resting on Harry’s night stand as though upset that it didn’t have any real answers, “—about anything.”

They finished their lunch deep in thought about what they knew, what they didn’t know, and what they were finding out about their Desmi.

After lunch, Harry decided that he needed to get some studying done so they both headed down to the common room. Once again, Harry was struck by the sheer amount of female flesh that he’d just taken for granted before. He was also aware that he had at least the partial attention of all of the females in the room. He found a spot to sit and study near Ron and Hermione. They passed the afternoon looking up Charms and Transfiguration wand movements, potion ingredients and historical dates and names. Harry was amused that none of the girls in the common room left for dinner until Harry decided it was time to eat. Within five minutes of Harry finding a seat at the Gryffindor table, every girl that had been in the common room was also eating dinner.

Once they were back in the tower, Harry found a seat on one end of a couch with his transfiguration book open. As he read, he happened to catch, out of the corner of his eye, the fact that Ginny Weasley was sitting in a chair on his left that faced him. She had her Defense book open and was pretending to read. What she was doing, however, was watching Harry.

Harry made a show of looking up from his book and moving his head around to relieve an apparently stiff neck. He saw Ginny’s head quickly turn back to the book in her hands with some amusement. He tried to disguise his smile at her actions with a grimace as he feigned popping his neck.

As soon as he returned his attention to his own book, she returned hers to him. This game went on for more than an hour as Harry kept finding excuses to almost catch her staring until finally, he did. He looked sideways at her and she was so lost in gazing at him that she didn’t look away. There was a look of barely concealed lust on her face and he raised an eyebrow at her. When she realized that she’d been noticed, she attempted to pretend she hadn’t been, but gave it up as a bad job and just shrugged one of her shoulders at him unrepentantly. He grinned and returned to his book.

A few minutes later, he watched her in his peripheral vision as she got up, walked over to her bag which was sitting on a nearby table and changed her Defence book for her Ancient Runes book. She returned however, not to the chair, but to the far end of the couch.

Gabby, who had been watching this interplay with interest, leaned over and whispered in Harry’s ear, “You want to fuck her, don’t you, Master?”

Harry just shrugged as if to say, “why not?”

He went back to his book but concentrated mostly on a way to get Ginny into his bed without being discovered. He was deep in thought on the matter when Gabby tapped his leg to get his attention. He looked over to see Ginny reading her book with one hand, her other arm on the back of the couch, running her fingers through Gabby’s hair, apparently completely unaware that she was doing so. He caught Gabby’s eye and they both stifled a snicker. For some reason, he found himself very aroused by the sight and redoubled his efforts to think of a way to unobtrusively invite Ginny into his bed.

Less than ten minutes later, he had a plan. It was clumsy and he was sure it had no chance in hell of working, but it was all he could think of and he was getting desperate. He reached into his bag on the pretext of needing to take a few notes and retrieved two pieces of parchment. On one, he wrote a note to Ginny and on the other, a note to Gabby so that he wouldn’t attract any attention trying to whisper instructions to her in the still crowded room. Then he gave them both to Gabby.



Gabby,

Go up to my room. In my trunk is an invisibility cloak. Get it and drop both it and the other note into Ginny’s lap.



Gabby read the note, and took both notes and slipped off the couch and disappeared up the stairs to the dorms. Harry noticed that Ginny looked up at him as she unconsciously felt Gabby’s hair slide out of her fingers, but he pretended to read his book.

Not more than two minutes later, Gabby returned with his silvery cloak folded neatly in her hands. She held it up for him briefly to make sure that it was the right one and when he nodded slightly, she walked over and dropped both it and the other note into Ginny’s lap. Ginny looked up suddenly at the sudden appearance of the cloak and parchment and scanned the room, but seeing no one looking in her direction, found the note and read it. Harry remembered exactly what it said.



Ginny,

I’ve noticed you watching me tonight and I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me. If you’d like to do more than look, take this cloak up the girls stairs, slip it on and then go up to the boys fourth-year dorm and wait for me. I’ll be there in five minutes. If not, just set the cloak on the couch next to me.

HP



Harry watched her discreetly as she read the note. She glanced over at him briefly and then back to the note. She tucked the cloak into her robes and then, acting as though she were tired and calling it an early night, got up and headed for the girls’ stairs.

Gabby leaned over to Harry and whispered, “She’s cute. Do you think those freckles go all the way down?” Harry grinned as if to say, “I guess we’re going to find out.”

A few minutes later, Harry, also pretending to need sleep, gathered his things and headed for the dorm room, trailing Gabby in his wake.

As he closed the door to the apparently empty room, he said, “I really wasn’t sure if you would have the courage to come.”

Ginny appeared as the cloak dropped to the floor.

“After Ron pointed out that I could have been your date to the Yule Ball, I was hoping you’d notice that I was there,” she said.

“I always noticed you were there,” he said. “But I’ve also just noticed that you’re not so young any more.” He studied the girl carefully for a moment then said, “I hope you’re not expecting a relationship here. I was just hoping we could have some fun.”

She seemed to deflate a bit, but quickly recovered. “I thought so,” she said. “I’ll admit I really do like you, Harry, and I’d like something more than just one night of fun. But I’d be stupid not to take what I can get. You’re too hot to pass up.” She blushed brightly as she realized what she’d just said.

He walked over to her and took her hand, leading her to the bed. Gabby grabbed the discarded cloak and returned it to his trunk. The three of them climbed on the bed and pulled the curtains. Harry put up his usual silencing charm.

“God, I can’t believe I’m here,” said Ginny a bit glumly. “You must think I’m a total slut.” She ventured a look into Harry’s eyes, likely expecting judgement.

“Perhaps,” said Harry lightly. “Does that have to be a bad thing?” He leaned forward and tried to kiss her but she backed away from him.

“Is that really what you think of me?” she asked sounding hurt.

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Ginny,” he said soothingly. “We’re just two people who happen to find each other attractive and want to make each other feel good. Society would likely label you a slut and me a stud. Why? Why is slut a negative thing when a stud is not? We both want the same thing. No one knows you’re here. No one will ever know you were here unless you tell them. So what’s to worry about?”

She thought for a minute and then without saying anything, leaned forward and started unfastening his robes. He leaned the rest of the way and caught her lips in a kiss. It was light and gentle at first, but soon increased in need and desperation. Very quickly, their mouths were open and their tongues were duelling each other. Ginny was moaning, her fingers having forgotten their appointed task of stripping the boy in front of her. Gabby took over where she left off.

Harry wrapped Ginny in an embrace and pulled her close to him. He could feel his arousal pressing against her thigh and he knew she could feel it too; had he any doubts about that fact, they were dispelled by her groan at the contact.

Gabby finished pulling off his robes and started working on Ginny’s. The third-year noticed the younger girl undressing her and shot a questioning glance at Harry.

“Gabby,” was all he said by way of explanation. Gabby looked up at her Master and smiled then returned to Ginny’s robes. Ginny just watched the girl for a moment before turning an appreciative gaze on Harry’s newly uncovered body for a few seconds and then returning to Harry’s lips.

Harry brought his hands up and found Ginny’s breasts, no longer covered by her robes but still concealed by a sleeveless vest in lieu of a bra. They were small, hence the lack of said bra, but then, Ginny was rather petite so they looked good on her. Harry ran his hands over them easily finding the prominent nipples hidden by cloth and making them stiffen with gentle attention. He broke the kiss and licked and sucked his way to her ear where he dove inside with his tongue. Ginny thrilled at the sensation and tightened her grip on him, giggling. Harry reached over and found Gabby’s arse and kneaded the taught flesh, making the young girl groan.

Harry listened to the feelings he was getting from Ginny. He felt the urge to talk dirty to her so he obliged. “You’re such a slut,” he said. She shivered. “You’re a cockslut and you love it. Are you a virgin?”

She ducked her head shyly and, after a moment’s hesitation, she nodded.

“Oh, you’re a virgin cockslut!” he said delightedly. “The best kind. I’ll bet you’ve been fantasizing for a long time about having your cherry popped, haven’t you.”

Again a shy, reluctant nod.

Gabby, already having completely removed Ginny’s robes, had managed to divest her of her vest now, leaving Ginny and Harry in only their shoes and their knickers and boxers respectively. It was the former items that Gabby attacked next.

“I’ll bet you’ve thought about sucking cock,” he said to her. His hand had returned to fondling her now uncovered breasts. They were pale, covered with a smattering of freckles and topped with knut-sized areolae and two very fat little nipples. “Haven’t you?”

She shook her head. He took a nipple between his thumb and index finger and rolled it lightly causing her breath to hitch.

“It’s OK,” he comforted. “You can admit it, we’re all friends here.”

“I—” she managed.

“Go on,” he said. “You’d like to have a cock slip between your lips and bump the back of your throat. I’ll bet you could open your throat and take it all the way down, couldn’t you?”

She shook her head again. Harry manoeuvred his left hand down in between Ginny’s legs. Her knickers were soaked.

“Your head says no,” he said. “But your dripping cunt screams yes!”

She looked him in the eye with a pleading expression.

“You know what I think?” he asked. He didn’t wait for a response. “I think that before this night is over, you’re going to have my cock shoved all the way to the back of your throat and you’re going to love it.”

She groaned in clear arousal but defiantly shook her head.

He found her hand and guided it to his cloth covered cock.

“You know what else I think?” he asked as he wrapped her hand around his cock and moved it back and forth lightly. “I think you’re going to do exactly what I say. I think you’re going to follow my commands and I might think about giving you what you want. How does that sound?”

Again, she groaned but shook her head. The game was clear, Harry thought. She wanted to be forced, not unlike what he’d done to Gabby that morning, though without the pain and violence. Ginny wanted to be controlled—she got off on it. Perhaps it was growing up with so many brothers and having to be strong all the time when at heart she wanted to be told what to do. Whatever the reason, Harry was willing to what, deep down, she wanted.

He slipped his hand into her moist knickers and found her hot, aroused cunt. “You are going to do everything I say and you’re going to love it because I can make you come till you pass out.” He stroked her dripping sex lightly causing her to moan in pleasure. “But if you’re a bad girl and don’t do what I tell you—” he quickly pulled his hand out of her knickers “—you get nothing.”

She tried to pull his hand back to her crotch and when that failed, she tried to move her own hand there, but Harry was quicker and prevented her from touching herself.

“Don’t like it?” he asked. “You know where the door is. I’m not keeping you here.”

She struggled a bit, trying to get out of his grip, though not trying to leave, she just wanted some sexual contact, be it from Harry or her own hand, she apparently didn’t care.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

After a moment, she stopped struggling and nodded.

“Good.”

He laid her back on the bed and, seizing her knickers by the waistband, dragged them slowly off her. Her cunt was beautiful, with a small patch of red hair at the top that, of course, perfectly matched her crimson tresses. It was glistening with her fluids. Harry couldn’t wait to taste it.

Spreading her legs wide, he dove in and licked all around the cleft of her cunt, lapping up her secretions. When he got to the top of her slit, he paid extra attention to her clit which, unlike her nipples, was quite small, though very erect. She moaned and writhed in pleasure. Gabby, after stripping Harry of his last article of clothing, crawled up and latched onto one of Ginny’s fat nipples, sucking for all she was worth and caressing the older girls other breast with her hand. Ginny arched her back, thrusting her chest at the suckling girl.

Harry lifted his head and, using his finger to keep her pussy stimulated, said, “Ginny, why don’t you stroke Gabby’s cunt.”

She simply shook her head.

Harry stopped Gabby from sucking and said, “Ginny, finger Gabby’s cunt now.”

Her only reply was to try to pull Gabby’s head back to her chest. Harry moved his hand away from her sex and grabbed her arms, pinning them so that she couldn’t move them.

“Ginny,” he said, then he corrected himself, “Slut, you’re going to masturbate Gabby or I don’t lick your fucking cunt. Understand?”

There was hesitation, but she eventually nodded. He released one of her hands and she moved it over to Gabby’s folds and started fondling them. Harry looked down and saw that Ginny’s cunt was now drooling with her arousal. She might never admit it, but she really loved being commanded.

“That’s better, slut,” he said, then returned to liking her cunt.

Ginny began to moan in pleasure. “Oh, God, Harry,” she panted. “That’s heavenly. Ohhhh. That feels so good.” She was flowing quite heavily now and Harry was drinking up all her fluids. He slipped a finger inside her up to her hymen and felt her inner walls contracting. She was close.

“You like that, don’t you, slut?” he asked.

“Oh, yes, Harry,” she moaned. “But don’t call me that any more.”

He gave her another lick and she clenched around him again.

“Oh, no, slut,” he said. “I have to call you that. It’s your name now, because that’s what you are.”

“Harry,” she whinged. She was right on the verge.

“You’re going to come, aren’t you, slut?” he asked.

“Oh—oh—yes. Oh, God, Harry,” she said, “I’m so close.”

“Are you going to come for me?” he asked.

Her moans were even higher now, she was right on the cusp.

“Oh—oh God yes! Like that—oh fuck—oh—oh—uunh!” she cried.

He found her clit and gave it a pinch.

“Ow!” she shouted and jerked away from him. “That hurt! Damn it, Harry. I was going to come!”

He crawled up and got right in her face. “You come when I say you come,” he said. “Not a moment before.”

She tried to prevent the groan of pleasure escaping from her throat at that statement and failed.

“Slut,” he said condescendingly. “You fucking slut.”

Again she groaned involuntarily.

He kneed himself up between her legs, took himself in hand and rubbed his cock around her slit, collecting her juices and lubing his erection. He placed himself at the entrance to her sopping channel and just poked the tip of the head in.

“Is this what you want, slut?” he asked.

She nodded.

“How badly do you want it?”

“Oh, God, Harry,” she begged, “please fuck me. Take my virginity. I don’t want it any more. Make me a woman, Harry. Please !”

“It’s a good thing your name is slut,” he said, “because that’s what you are.”

She groaned again and tried to hump herself down on his cock, but he kept himself right at the very entrance. Gabby had returned to sucking the girl’s tits and Ginny was still fondling the Veela’s slit. Both girls seemed to be fully enjoying each others ministrations.

“Now, just so I know,” Harry said, prolonging the exquisite torture of her arousal. “We already know you’re a slut, do you want my cock bad enough for me to give you a knut so that I can call you a whore?”

She moaned and hunched down again, failing to impale herself on his cock.

He reached up and pinched her left nipple, not enough to hurt her, just enough to get her attention.

“God damn it, slut,” he said. “We fuck when I say we fuck. Got it?”

She nodded reluctantly.

“Good,” he said. “Now, do you want my cock enough to kiss Gabby?”

She appeared indecisive.

“Kiss Gabby,” he ordered. “Make it good and I’ll fuck your virgin pussy, slut.”

Gabby moved up and planted her lips on Ginny’s. They kissed for a moment before Gabby tried slipping her tongue to the older girl. There was clear hesitation before Ginny opened her mouth and accepted the sex toy’s probing tongue and even more time passed before Harry saw Ginny’s tongue join in. After nearly a minute, they broke the kiss and Gabby licked and sucked all down the girl’s jaw to her neck and over her collarbone.

“Fuck, slut,” Harry said disappointedly. “That was pathetic. That most certainly does not rate my cock in your cunt.”

“Please, Harry,” she said desperately. “I need it, Harry. Please fuck me.”

“You know, slut,” he replied. “I think I’d like it if you called me ‘Master’ the rest of the night, just like my little sex toy.” Gabby beamed at him. He looked down at her. “What do you, think, Sweetie?” he asked. “What should she have to do to earn my cock splitting this tight little slit wide open?” Ginny moaned.

Gabby seemed to think for a moment. “Well,” she said slyly. “My cunt is still a little sore from this morning. I think she could kiss it and make it better.”

Harry smiled at her. Ginny, wide-eyed, shook her head rapidly. “Excellent idea, Gabby,” he said. He slid his cock up through Ginny’s slit, stopping for a moment at her clit before sliding it back down to her entrance again, causing the girl to groan. He then turned his attention to Ginny. “If you want to be fucked, slut, you’ll eat Gabby out.” Ginny looked at him with a disbelieving expression, though her cunt trickled out more moisture at the order. “If you can make her come with your mouth, then I might let you orgasm. How does that sound?”

She opened and closed her mouth several times as though trying to think of an alternative that didn’t involve her tongue and Gabby’s cunt coming into contact. Gabby seemed to take her gaping mouth as agreement and straddled the girls face. There was a moment where nothing happened, but then Harry heard Gabby groan as Ginny’s tongue snaked out and licked around her cleft. Harry stroked up and down Ginny’s cunt again, keeping himself hard.

“How’s she doing, Gabrielle?” he asked.

“I don’t know, Master,” she said dubiously. “Truthfully, she’s pants at it. I’m probably going to have to have to hump her face to get off at this rate.”

He watched as this had the effect Gabby had intended and Ginny redoubled her efforts.

Deciding that he just didn’t want to wait any more rather than any thought that she had really earned it, he gave a push with his cock and slid into her a bit. She grunted and paused in her licking when Harry came into contact with her maidenhead. “Keep licking, slut,” he said harshly. “No one told you to stop.”

She immediately ran her tongue back out and through the Veela’s soft folds and Harry reached down to tickle the redhead’s clit. He started thrusting back and forth, just up to her hymen but not past. Soon the girl was nearing her orgasm again, panting and moaning and trying to keep her probing tongue busy. Harry could feel the entrance to her cunt pulsing with her approaching climax.

Just before she tipped over the edge, however, Harry thrust deep into her, ripping her virginity away. She cried out in pain and her cunt instantly stopped contracting.

“Oh,” she said under Gabby’s pussy. “That hurt, Harry. Give me a minute.”

“Only if you keep licking, slut,” he commanded. “And it’s ‘Master’ to you tonight, remember?”

Going back to orally pleasuring the girl atop her, she answered between licks, “I’m not—going to call—you ‘Master’—Harry.”

Harry gently stroked her clitoris to help soothe the pain from her broken maidenhead away as he responded.

“You want me to fuck you, slut? You call me ‘Master’,” he instructed. “You want to come—you make Gabby come first. That’s how this works. We’re not here for you, you’re here to make us feel good. If you do a really good job, we may reward you. Got it?”

She sighed heavily in resignation and paused long enough to mumble, “Yes.”

“Yes, what, slut?”

She took a deep breath and forced out a reluctant, “Yes, Master.”

“That could be a lot better, slut,” he said. “But I guess it’s good enough for now.”

Ginny moaned into Gabby’s slit and continued lapping away. Harry felt her fluids flowing more freely around his cock. He gave an experimental thrust and she moaned again. Deciding that her pain had passed, he began fucking the girl in earnest, sliding his length in and out of her once virginal channel.

He set up a decent rhythm and was coming to enjoy using Ginny as she wanted him to do, and she was clearly enjoying being used; in no time at all, she was nearing her orgasm again. Harry reached up and began massaging her breasts, gently stroking the nipples and smiling at her reactions to his efforts. She was moaning and licking and writhing beneath Harry and Gabby just at the point of her climax.

“Ow!” she suddenly cried into the pussy above her as Harry tweaked one of her nipples roughly. She pulled her head back enough to be able to speak. “I was about to come, Harry,” she said irritatedly.

Harry stopped thrusting and said sharply, “What did you call me, slut?”

Ginny seemed not to understand the question for a moment before she quickly said, “Oh, Master! I’m sorry. Master. I meant Master.”

“Too late, slut,” he said. “You’ll have to earn my cock again.”

He pulled out of her, laid back and manoeuvred Gabby so that she was straddling his waist.

Gabby ran her tongue slicked sex along the length of Harry’s erection and then raised herself up and sank down on his cock, moaning in pleasure all the way. She soon began a slow up and down motion that felt great to Harry. Ginny found her way onto her knees beside them and seemed to be of two minds about recent developments—she looked angry and appeared to want to vent at Harry and Gabby for ignoring her, but at the same time, she also looked unwilling to say anything for fear of missing out altogether and not being able to earn the right to be included again. Finally making her decision, she bowed her head and asked almost supplicantly, “How may I earn your cock, Master?”

Harry allowed her a slight smile and responded, “For now I think you must follow my toy’s instructions. If you obey properly, we’ll think about whether or not you’ve earned anything later.”

Ginny gulped and turned on her knees to face the bouncing Gabrielle.

Gabby eyed Ginny with apparent disdain for a few thrusts and then said, “Lick my clit, slut.” Ginny immediately lowered her face to the blond’s crotch. “But keep your tongue off my Master’s cock. You don’t deserve it yet.”

Ginny did her best to comply, licking and sucking the smaller girl’s clit as well as was possible with her bouncing up and down on Harry’s arousal. Harry soon noticed that Ginny was moaning and realized that she was stroking herself and ordered her to remove her hands. She did so, though with obvious disappointment.

“Finger my arsehole, slut,” Gabby said. Ginny reluctantly complied Gabby was moaning now as she slid herself up and down her Master’s cock. The pressure in Harry’s balls was building.

“Shove it in, slut,” she commanded and judging by the volume of her moan, Ginny had done as she was told. “Oh, yeah, slut. Fuck my arse with your fingers. Oh, keep licking my clit, slut. That’s it.”

Harry could feel Gabby’s pleasure building in the bond as his own orgasm was mere thrusts away. Another few bounces and she came around his thrusting cock. The added pleasure of her orgasm pouring through the bond was enough to push him to the point of no return. Without warning, Gabby leapt of his cock, grabbed Ginny’s head with both hands and shoved her mouth—which was open in surprise—down onto Harry’s pulsing manhood. He erupted in her mouth, spurt after spurt splashing from his cock into her waiting throat. She reflexively swallowed, though by the time his climax was nearing it’s completion, she was sucking and stroking him, eagerly milking his semen from his prick.

As Harry was beginning to settle into the afterglow, while Ginny still nursed his cock, an aura of bronze coloured light flared from their union and encompassed the two of them for a moment before fading.

Harry broke the long, stunned silence that followed.

“What the fuck,” he said, confused, “was that ?”





And that's chapter 6. Cloyssa Tugwood is an OC, however, the name Tugwood is canon. Saccharissa Tugwood appeared on a Chocolate Frog Card designed by JKR. Since Saccharissa is similar to the word ”saccharine”, which means very sweet, I named her great-niece Cloyssa from the word “cloying” which means the same thing.



What’s up with Ginny? Only time will tell. So tune in next time and remember: Be sure to drink your Ovaltine.