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Harry Potter? Well, I own the books but certainly not the rights.



A/N Thanks to everyone who has reviewed. And to those who didn’t like Ginny’s inclusion, I’m sorry, but it was always planned that way.





The Unexpected Result Of. . .





. . .A Caring Friend





Harry looked over at Gabby, even as Ginny continued softly sucking on his still rigid cock.

“Was that what I think it was?” he asked.

Gabby looked just as surprised as he felt. “It was a Desmi forming, Master,” she said sounding for all the world like she believed she had to have been dreaming.

Harry felt a bit like he’d gone into a dive on his broom only to find out that the broom hadn’t come with him.

“How is that possible?” he asked, puzzled. “Is that possible?”

Gabby opened her mouth as if to say something but nothing came out so she closed it again. Harry looked at the redhead as she dutifully licked and sucked him. He was still hard, but a bit to sensitive at that moment.

“Ginny, not that I don’t like it,” he said gently, “but can you stop that right now?”

She instantly stopped, sat up on her knees, rested back on her heels and bowed her head.

“Master?” she asked, uncertain. She appeared to be confused.

Gabby, watching Ginny’s reaction said, “Master, I think you should give her orders.”

“What?” he asked. feeling as though he’d missed something.

“You asked her to stop,” she clarified. “I think you should have ordered her to stop instead.”

“Gabby,” he said. “I’m not going to order her to do things.” Ginny seemed to shrink down on herself a bit at this. Then Harry realized the incongruity between what he’d just said and what he’d been doing minutes before. “Well, outside of sex, I mean. I mean, yes, she was sucking my— but I meant— that was—” He took a breath and let it out. “I don’t know what I mean.”

Gabby kneed herself over so that she was next to Ginny and put an arm around her. Harry studied the two girls: one blond, the other redhead, one Veela—for all intents and purposes—the other human, both with fair skin, one with freckles on her face, neck, chest and arms, both nearly the same height as Ginny was petite and Gabby was quite tall for her age—only about five inches shorter than Harry was—both very naked, one with small but pert breasts and slightly rounded hips, the other with a flat chest and almost straight hips, showing only the barest signs of maturity, one with a patch of untamed red pubic hair, the other with a completely smooth, hair-free sex. Gabrielle was subservient, yet still sure of herself. Ginny was kneeling in supplication, appearing as though she expected to be physically punished yet willing and eager to bear it with quiet dignity.

“Master,” Gabby said ending Harry’s reverie. “I can’t be sure of course, but I think you have a Desmi. . . Dol— Duno— Oh, I forget what it’s called. I think she’s, well, your sex slave. If I’m right, then she’ll be compelled to follow your orders—and you really should order her, making requests will just make her doubt herself.”

Harry’s head swam with the information. He had a slave? Ginny had to follow his orders?

“How is this possible?” he repeated. “I’m not a Veela. Am I?”

“I’ve no idea, Master.” Gabby said. “And no, you’re not.”

“I mean, is it because I was already in a Desmi?” he asked, guessing. “Did I somehow gain not only the ‘pull’ but also the ability to make more Desmi? Do I have all the Veela abilities? Am I a Veela now?”

“You already asked that question, Master. No, you’re not,” she said. “Though you do seem to have gained a second Veela ability.”

He took a steadying breath. At least he was still himself—he could just do things that he couldn’t before.

“How could this happen, though? It’s never happened with any of the other girls. Am I just going to bond random girls to me?”

“I don’t think so, Master,” she said. “Forming a Desmi is normally a very conscious thing. And both partners must be willing. Was there already some connection between you?”

“She had a crush on me. And she’s a Weasley—they’ve pretty much adopted me.”

“That might have been enough to do it.” she said doubtfully.

“Oh, and I saved her life once.” How could he have forgotten the Chamber of Secrets?

Gabby almost laughed. “Sound familiar?” she asked, obviously referring to the incident that happened only four days before that had resulted in her Desmi with Harry.

Harry felt a bit better, all he had to do was make sure he didn’t sleep with any girls whose life he’d saved. That was a pretty short list—just Ginny. And possibly Hermione—he wasn’t sure if helping Ron save her from the troll counted, but then again, he had no desire to sleep with Hermione so it shouldn’t be a problem.

His thoughts turned back to his newest addition. “The book. What does the book say about the Desmi you think it is?”

From the night stand, Gabby retrieved the book that her mother had sent them that morning and opened to the front. She mumbled as she skimmed down the listing of information until she reached—

“Oh, this is it: Desmi Dulo-Didoneros. Page 137.” She flipped to 137 and read.



Desmi Dulo-Didoneros:

Not much is known about this rare Desmi. It can be comprised of Two Veela or one Veela and one non-Veela.

This Desmi forms when one partner becomes Dominant, while the other willingly becomes Subservient accompanied by an act of force during the Desmi-forming climax. The two partners of this Desmi become the Tyrannos (or, informally, the Prime) and the Doulos (or, informally, the Submissive or Sub).

The Doulos can be distinguished by the collar which identifies him/her as the property of his/her Tyrannos and by the ankle cuffs that denote the difference between a Doulos in this Desmi and one in a Desmi Dulos [see page 134]. In addition to the ankle cuffs, the Doulos may also wear wrist cuffs, though it is unclear what this differentiation means, if anything. The Doulos is totally subservient to and must follow any order they are given by their Tyrannos.

The Tyrannos’ sex drive is known to be increased and they seem to be habitually unfaithful to their Doulos, having sexual relations. . .



“The rest of this looks identical to the information it has about our Desmi, Master,” she said. She skimmed the remaining text. “. . .increased sex drive. . . . . .knowledge of sexual partner’s desires. . . . . .selectively infertile. . .”

“OK,” Harry said. Gabby looked up from the book. “How do we tell if this is what’s going on and not something else?”

“Try handing her her clothes, Master,” Gabby suggested practically.

Remembering what had happened with Gabby’s nightgown, Harry eyed Ginny’s robes as though they were a snake about to strike. He stretched out a hand and touched it. Light flared and suddenly her clothing had transformed—Her shoes had become two leather ankle cuffs, her socks had become leather wrist cuffs, her knickers had become several short lengths of chain, her vest became a lead about a metre and a half in length and her robes had become a leather collar.

Without lifting her head, Ginny asked, “May I put your gifts on, Master?”

Still somewhat wrong-footed, he tried to remember the bit about giving orders. “Be quick about it.” he said as firmly as he could.

Within 10 seconds she was wearing collar and all four cuffs and had returned to her supplicatory position. Harry studied her new adornments a bit closer. Each ankle cuff was about two inches in width and had a small metal d-ring on the outside. Each wrist cuff, also about two inches in width, had a similar d-ring on the outside and a small metal clip on the inside. The collar was similar to Gabby’s except that it had two small metal d-rings, one on each side. In addition, the medallion appeared to be bronze instead of the silver of Gabby’s and, instead of being attached directly to the collar, was fixed to a small metal mount which had a hole in it, though it did have the same “P” that Gabby’s had.

“Well,” Harry said after a few moments, trying desperately to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. “I guess that answers that question.”

Gabby looked at Ginny who was sitting reverently, waiting for a command from her master.

“What do you know of your position?” she asked.

Ginny looked at Gabby for a moment and then turned to Harry. “Master?” she asked, apparently requesting permission.

“Answer her.” he commanded.

“I must obey my Master’s commands,” Ginny said to Gabby. “I will receive a certain amount of—” She tried to fight a blush and failed. “—sexual pleasure in doing so. I will service my Master any time he requires it and whenever I feel he needs it unless, of course, he orders me not to. I will be unable to receive sexual pleasure from sexual contact with anyone apart from my Master and likely with you as well. . .” she hesitated, then turned to Harry. “Forgive me, Master, I don’t know what to call her.”

“I told you what her name was,” Harry said.

“Am I to address her by her name, Master?”

Harry opened his mouth but realized he was thrown by the question so he closed it again. He looked to Gabby for help.

“I don’t call you by your name, Master,” she said simply.

“Oh, right,” he said, understanding. He turned to Ginny. “We’ll cover that a bit later. For now, just call her ‘miss’.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied.

“How is it you know these things about the Desmi?”

“I’m not sure, Master,” she said. “I didn’t a few minutes ago. Now I do.”

“The Desmi gives us some information, Master,” Gabby informed him. “Enough for us to fulfil our role.”

“Well that’s helpful,” he said lightly. Though not as helpful as if it had given him any information, he thought a bit bitterly. He returned his attention to Ginny. “What can you tell us about the cuffs?”

“The ankle cuffs indicate my sexual subservience to you, Master,” she said blushing again. “They symbolize the ability for you to lock my legs in an open position so that I cannot deny you. . . access to me. Sexual access,” she clarified unnecessarily. Harry swallowed hard at this and Ginny’s blush deepened. “The wrist cuffs indicate my total subservience to you, Master. They symbolize the ability for you to lock my arms apart so that I may do nothing without your permission. They can be locked to my collar for a similar effect. They also indicate that I am unable to pleasure myself.”

Harry’s eyes went wide. “Unable?” he asked.

“I may touch myself, of course, if you allow it, but—” She seemed to be fighting her growing embarrassment. “—I cannot have an orgasm, Master, ever, unless you give me express permission.”

Harry was shocked, but at the same time, something about that bit of information turned him on. Despite having had many sexual encounters over the last few days, he managed to be a bit embarrassed when his erection, that had faded with the revelation of the new bond, returned rather quickly at the thought of this level of control. Some part of his mind was amused that things he would have found repugnant a week ago—sex with an eight-year-old, owning people, having a girl he’d known for years become a slave—now aroused him.

He noted with more amusement that Ginny, although clearly embarrassed at having to reveal her new dependant nature to him, was clearly turned on by the thought as evidenced by her arousal-slicked sex. Harry suppressed the sudden urge throw her back onto the bed and drive into his new slave for as hard and long as he could and bring her right to the edge of orgasm but not give her permission to come. His cock gave a twitch.

“Any other information you have?” he asked. “Will you be unnoticed like Gabby?”

“If you wish, Master,” she replied. Gabby, seeing Harry’s hardening cock, kneed herself over to her Master, bent over, engulfed him in her soft, wet mouth and began sucking and swirling her tongue expertly. Harry saw Ginny’s eyes drift down to the sex act now brazenly taking place in front of her but she continued on without missing a beat. “You may also wish for me to be seen. I can even go about my normal daily routine and pretend to live my old life should you so desire. My cuffs and collar, however will always be unnoticed by all but you, your bond-mates and any current sexual partners.”

Harry was doing his best to concentrate on what Ginny was saying, and Gabby was doing her best to distract him. The feel of her lips and tongue stimulating his cock was quickly becoming the only thing he could think about, though the thought of Ginny, sitting in class as though nothing were different while wearing ankle and wrist cuffs and a collar was clamouring for second place.

“Anything else?” he asked, his voice becoming hoarse with arousal.

She dipped her head again. “Nothing that I can think of, Master,” she said.

“OK, first thing,” he said. “I don’t want you acting quite so. . . afraid of me unless you believe you’ve done something I’ll disapprove of. It makes you look guilty.” She popped her head up and looked him in the eye. “Better,” he said. “Now, tell me, you’re quite aroused right now, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” she said.

“And I never did let you come when we were fucking earlier, did I?”

“No, Master.”

“Would you like to?”

“Yes, Master.”

He flashed her a grin that managed to be half mock-evil and half lascivious. She shivered in anticipation of whatever he had in mind.

“I seem to remember telling you you would have to earn my cock,” he said, still grinning. She seemed to be waiting breathlessly. “Let’s start of easily. Lay back and masturbate for me. Show me how you would touch yourself whilst lying in bed at night.”

She immediately lay back and spread her legs wide. She licked her middle finger and began running it along the cleft of her pussy. She slid it down, gathering her flowing fluids and using them to further lubricate her finger. She brought her finger up and began teasing her clit, rubbing it in little circles, occasionally returning to the entrance to her cunt to gather more of her juices. She used her other hand to caress her breasts and flick and roll her hard little nipples. She had what Harry thought of as medium-sized nipples, about the size of a muggle pencil rubber, which were light pink and surrounded by small, wide-set, pale tan areolae, currently crinkled with her arousal. In no time, Ginny was moaning in pleasure and perhaps a little embarrassment. Harry was very turned on by the sight and was rapidly approaching his climax.

“Gabby,” he said quietly. “When I’m about to come, I want you to lay back, all right?” She looked up at him and nodded around his cock. She was in the process of sliding her tongue along the very sensitive underside of his cock while intermittently moaning, sending shivers of delight through his manhood and right up his spine. He turned his attentions to Ginny. “Describe what your fantasies were like. When you masturbated in your bed or in the shower or wherever you did it, what were you thinking of? Who were you imagining?”

“I would imagine you most often, Master,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing with shame and lust. Her finger was starting to dip down to her opening more often. She was also allowing it to slide deeper inside. “I had several fantasies involving you, Master.”

“Tell me one of them.”

She moved her finger back to her clit and began flicking and swirling around it while her other hand moved from her breasts down to her cunt and slipped two fingers inside, pumping them in and out, fucking herself with them.

“I always thought you were quite sexy in your Quidditch robes. I liked to imagine you wearing nothing underneath them. In one of my fantasies, you’ve spent the day flying by yourself and I go out to let you know it’s time for dinner.” She was pumping her fingers faster and letting the occasional moan escape. Gabby’s mouth and tongue were driving Harry ever closer. “You fly down to the locker room to change and I decide to wait for you. Just after you go in, I hear you ask for me to come in and give you a hand. I go inside and ask you what you need and you just start unfastening my robes. I’m so shocked that I don’t say anything at first. Then once my robes fall to the floor I ask you what you’re doing. You say ‘something I should have done a long time ago’ and then you start to take off my bra and knickers.”

She was panting now, having trouble keeping the story going, but unable to stop until she’d finished. Half of her words sounded quite moan-like and she was glistening with sweat as her fingers drove her ever onward, up along the mountain of her arousal that had no peak until her Master allowed it. She was far past the point where she would normally have orgasmed. Harry was struggling himself, he wanted to last until the end of the story but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to. The sensations he was receiving from Gabby and the imagery from Ginny combined with the knowledge that she was sharing something so private—so intimate had his cock twitching, begging for release.

“You’d lay me down on a bench and then you’d open your Quidditch robes. You’re naked underneath and already hard. You rub your cock on my fanny and then slide into me. I’m a virgin of course, because I’ve waited for you, but it doesn’t hurt, it just feels wonderful. You’re there with your robes open just enough that I can see your body and you’re fucking me and I love every second of it.”

She was clearly beyond desperate for her orgasm because most of the end of her fantasy was almost too difficult to understand as she panted and moaned and mewled more and more, likely reliving the fantasy even as she told it.

“Master,” she begged. “Please, may I come?”

Gabby, hearing that, opened her throat and shoved her way completely onto his cock, the muscles in her neck milking him to orgasm.

“No,” he panted. “Not just yet. Oh. Oh. Ah. Aahhhh!” he cried. “Now, Gabby!”

She pulled her mouth off of him and lay back as quickly as she could. He exploded all over her body, several shots landing from her neck down to just above her knees. He hadn’t counted them but it felt like there’d been nearly a dozen good sized spurts of his seed before he was done. Ginny was nearly ramming her fingers into her cunt in an extreme need for release.

“Stop masturbating and come over here and lick Gabby clean,” he said.

She instantly did as she was told, licking and sucking the strings and puddles of come from wherever it had landed on Gabby’s body, her tongue snaking out and tickling the younger girl. He slipped behind her and looked at her cunt and found it red and visibly throbbing. He had been going to keep her from coming for a long time, but he just didn’t have the heart at the moment.

He slipped his hand in between her thighs and up to her dripping slit. He plunged two fingers inside of her and found her channel almost inconceivably hot. She moaned loudly. He could feel her heartbeat as her cunt pulsed around his probing digits. He ran his other hand over the exterior of her pussy and found her clit. She nearly screamed at the feeling. He noticed that she had cleaned all the sperm from of off Gabby but continued to lick, possibly too distracted by what he was doing to her to notice.

“Would you like to come, slut?” he asked, slipping back into the pet name he’d called her before.

“Oh, God, Master, yes, please!” she pleaded.

“Very well then,” he said as though bored. “You may come.”

He suddenly felt her cunt clamp down on his fingers more than he would have thought possible. She screamed. Her entire body convulsed and spasmed with her orgasm. Harry had no chance of keeping his fingers on or in her as she jerked almost as though she were having some kind of seizure. An intense, high pitched sound emanated from her throat as her climax enveloped her. It seemed as if every muscle in her body was tensing in time with her climax. The high pitched sound slowly devolved into a rhythmic moaning that peaked with each twitch of her body. Finally, after nearly a minute, she lay exhausted, weak and panting, face-down, half on Gabby, half off. Gabby reached down and started stroking the redhead’s hair in an odd echo of what Ginny had been doing to her earlier that evening.

Harry was curious if she’d ever come that hard or long before, but she looked so out of it that he didn’t want to disturb her just now, so he let her drift off to sleep.

He lay down next to his two girls and found Gabby’s cunt. He slid a couple fingers inside her and gently stroked in and out. Instead of working her up, it had a strange soothing effect on her, relaxing her almost to the point of sleep. It was still early, though, not yet gone ten, and there were far too many thoughts vying for attention in his head for Harry to drift off. What was he going to do with Ginny? How would the rest of the Weasleys react? Would they hate him? Would they try to take her away from him? How had it happened in the first place? Was Gabby right in that it was some connection the two had shared before from his saving her from the diary? Or had he intended to bond with her—perhaps subconsciously? He didn’t think so. Gabby’s theory made sense. He hoped she was right. He wouldn’t want to have to avoid sleeping with other girls for fear of depriving them of their freedom as well. After all, as much as he loved fucking Gabby—and would now also have Ginny to fuck whenever he wanted—he knew for sure that Gabby and likely Ginny would be disappointed if he refused to seek out new partners. And, of course, he would be disappointed as well. In the mean time, how would he handle Ginny? Did he want a second girl following him around all day? One was distracting enough; he wasn’t sure he could make it through a potions class with two sexy, willing girls begging for his attentions. By the time she had awakened at nearly midnight, Harry had made at least a preliminary decision about Ginny.

“Sit up, slut,” he commanded after she’d groaned and her eyes had fluttered open. Almost faster than he could imagine, she was back to what was becoming her standard position—on her knees, resting on her heels, arms behind her back. The only difference being she was now looking at him instead of bowing her head. “Very good, slut,” he said. She smiled. “Now, after I finish giving you your instructions and tell you to go, you are to slip out of my bed, sneak down to the common room and up to your dorm. You are to go to bed and sleep. In the morning, you will stick to your routine as much as possible; go to your classes, do your homework, talk with your friends—that kind of thing. You may sit close to me in the common room and at meals, but not next to me unless I tell you to do so. Understand?”

She nodded. “Yes, Master,” she replied.

“You are to maintain, as much as possible, the illusion that your old life continues. However, you may interact with me as my Doulos if you are able do so unnoticed. You will also sleep in the nude and wear nothing under your school robes except for shoes and socks.” He looked down at the crimson curls topping her pubic mound. “And, trim your pubic hair. I want no more than a small shape right above your cunt, and keep that short; I want my slut to look nice.”

He stopped for a moment. “Do you have any questions, slut?”

“Two, Master,” she said. “What shape would you like my pubic hair to be?”

“Whatever you like, just nothing larger than about two inches,” he said, holding his fingers up so that there would be no misunderstanding. “Your other question?”

“Is ‘slut’ to be my name now?”

Harry laughed at a brief mental image of Ginny in her collar and cuffs sitting in class while McGonagall said, “Five points to Gryffindor, slut, for that excellent bit of transfiguration.”

“In order to maintain the illusion of your normal life, you will continue to answer and introduce yourself as you always have. In private, however, I believe I’ll continue to call you ‘slut’, for now at least,” he answered. “Any other questions?”

“No, Master,” she said.

Harry bent down and whispered in Gabby’s ear. She nodded when he finished and slipped out of bed between the curtains.

“Are you ready to sneak back to your room, slut?”

“Yes, Master,” she responded.

“You may be my slut, but I don’t want you to have that reputation so you are not to be caught,” he warned. “If anyone sees you I will be most displeased and I assure you that you will not like the punishment. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied.

“Then you may go.”

She kneed herself over to the edge of the bed and peeked out through the curtains. Once she was sure that the way was clear—Harry’s dorm mates had all come up and gone to bed while she was dozing—she slipped off the bed and tiptoed across to the door. Harry slipped out after her and into the invisibility cloak that he had asked Gabby go get out of his trunk again. The pair followed his new bond-mate discreetly as she sneaked out the door, both hidden beneath the cloak so that Ginny wouldn’t be aware that she was being watched.

She made her way down the steps and slowed as she neared the bottom and peered around to make sure the room was empty. She suddenly snapped back against the wall. Harry craned his neck and noticed a lone seventh-year still studying by the dying fire.

Ginny slid along the wall and looked around at the boy, likely wondering if she could get by him. The problem was, although he wasn’t watching the stairs, he was sitting facing them. Harry watched with bated breath as she glanced around the room and considered her options. He was growing more and more aroused at the though of Ginny trying to make it across the common room while completely nude; he thought he could almost feel the pounding of Ginny’s heart as she prepared herself to sneak by the older student.

Harry watched as the boy looked up from his book, glanced at his watch and, closing his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose. Ginny decided to take her shot and started forward. No sooner had she taken a single step however, than he dropped his hand from his nose and opened his eyes, blinking them owlishly as though fighting to remain awake. Ginny, quickly jumped back to her hiding spot, pressing her hand over her heart; she knew she’d nearly been caught. The look of mingled fear, excitement and frustration on her face said it all.

From somewhere up above, Harry heard a door open and close. The jerk of Ginny’s head told him she heard it too. For all Harry knew it was just someone heading for the loo but it could also be a seventh-year coming down to check on their room-mate. Ginny seemed all to aware of her suddenly very precarious position; she kept looking alternately between the student by the fire and the curve of the stairs above her.

Harry looked back at the late-night studier and saw him bend over to retrieve something from a book-bag at his feet. Ginny had seen her opportunity as well because she quickly darted down the remaining stairs and ducked behind a chair to the left of the stairs peeking around it to keep her eye on the older boy. It seemed her timing couldn’t have been worse, however, because at that moment, the portrait hole opened and the two sixth-year prefects climbed through grumbling about having to patrol till midnight on a Saturday. Ginny took the distraction offered her and used it to slip across a space to dart behind another chair. She was within striking distance of the girls’ stairs, however if she couldn’t make it to them before the sixth-year headed up to her dorm, there would be no place for Ginny to hide as her current hiding place was almost directly between the seventh-year and the stairs.

Harry watched as the seconds ticked by until she was caught. She was breathing hard, likely with a great deal of adrenaline pumping through her veins from the fear and excitement. He also noticed that she was aroused enough that her entire sex was covered in her slippery fluids. Perhaps it was the thrill of possible discovery, perhaps it was the pleasure she was getting from following his orders. Perhaps it was both. Harry himself was aroused from watching the scene playing out in front of him. He wondered if his encounter with Cloyssa that morning had given him a bit of an exhibitionist streak as well. Then he remembered Gabby’s little lunchtime blow job and how much he’d been turned on by it and reckoned that whatever streak he had was already there.

The boy’s prefect said goodnight to the others and headed for the stairs. Ginny cringed as far as she dared around the chair behind which she was hiding to lessen the chance that he would see her. Once he was gone, she turned her attention—as did Harry and Gabby—to the remaining pair. Harry was surprised to see the girl slip into the arms of the seventh-year and begin kissing him. They were apparently a couple, which, Harry realized, was probably why he was up so late—not to study, but to wait for his girlfriend. Ginny used the distraction to slip into the girls’ stairwell and climb to the third-years’ dorm. Harry and Gabby retreated to his bed and spent the next hour fucking themselves to exhaustion. They fell asleep with her laying atop him, still impaled on his softening cock, planning on dealing with the ramifications of owning Ginny in the morning.

The next morning they awoke to Ron’s voice again. This time he was calling through the curtain telling him that he wasn’t going to risk seeing Harry starkers. Harry’s wand was on his night stand so he couldn’t cancel the one-way silencing charm and by the time he’d managed to get his shorts on and poke his head out to say that he was decent, Ron had gone.

Harry was particularly randy that morning, but he and Gabby were also very hungry after the workout they’d given each other with and without Ginny’s help the night before and as they’d had a lie in after staying up past one o’clock, if they didn’t want to miss breakfast, they would have to skip a wake-up shag.

All through breakfast, Harry kept thinking about Ginny walking around with nothing on under her robes. He was anxious to get her to a semi-private location—an alcove, an empty passageway or something—so that he could have her open her robes and prove that she was naked underneath. He also wanted to approve her new grooming procedure. As he was walking from the Great Hall back up to the tower, however, he heard someone call his name.

“’Allo ’Arry,” said Fleur. Gabby tensed beside him. She was apparently still angry with her sister.

Harry turned to the older Veela. “Fleur,” he said rather coldly.

Fleur poured on the charm but didn’t use her “pull” at all, thankfully; he didn’t like to think what he would have done to her if she had tried that again. He also didn’t like to think what Gabby would do to her, come to that.

“So, ’Arry,” she said as seductively as she could. “’Ave you zought about my request at all?”

“Fleur—” he started but she cut him off.

“I could make it worth your while, ’Arry,” she said. “You could ’ave my virginity, I would give it willingly to you.” Harry nearly recoiled from her. While under other circumstances, he might have taken Gabby’s sister to his bed willingly, he found the fact that she was offering to whore herself to him in return for a bit of pleasure was surprisingly disturbing.

“I am Veela,” she continued. “We know ’ow to please a lover.”

Despite the fact that the hall was empty, Harry lowered his voice to just above a whisper. “I am perfectly aware how talented Veela are, Fleur. I don’t need you to demonstrate.”

“But you do not need my seester when you can ’ave me, ’Arry,” she said. She had slinked up to him and was nearly rubbing herself against him in an effort to seduce him that was failing miserably. Harry put a restraining hand on Gabby as he could tell she would like nothing more at the moment than to pound her sister into a puddle of pink goo. Gabby glared at him venomously.

“Fleur,” he said, “I’m only going to say this once. There is nothing to can offer that will allow you to come between me and your sister. The fact that you would even think you could proves that you know nothing about Veela Desmi. You are also doing nothing but harm to your relationship with Gabrielle and that hurts me more than you can know. She’s already so angry with you that I’m not sure she will ever trust you again. Stop this now before you ruin your relationship with her permanently.”

Fleur seemed to pay no heed at all to his words.

“But, ’Arry,” she said just as silkily. “Surely zer is some way—”

“No, Fleur,” he interrupted. “As I said yesterday, there will never be a right time for this.” He turned abruptly and strode away, pulling Gabby along with him. Two turns and a secret passageway later, he slowed his pace.

“I’m sorry, Gabby,” he said.

“For what, Master?” she asked, an edge to her voice. They stopped walking altogether.

“For holding you back,” he said softly. “I was afraid you might do something in anger that you would regret later.”

“I would only have killed her, Master,” she said. He knew she didn’t really mean it, but there was still a current of underlying rage in her tone. When he didn’t respond she gave him a worried look.

“Gabby,” he said seriously, “my parents were killed when I was fifteen months old. I never had any family. Now I have you. And Ginny. But you still have your family in addition to me. I just don’t want to see that relationship end or even be permanently damaged if I can help it. So if I hold you back, it’s not because I don’t think you can handle yourself or I’m trying to keep you from speaking your mind, it’s because I love you and I’m hoping there will always be a second chance with your sister.”

There were tears in her eyes as Gabby threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. Then she hugged him and sobbed for a minute.

“I love you too, Master,” she said wetly after she’d recovered a bit. “Thank you.”

“Any time, love,” he said.

They started walking again.

“What did you mean you told her yesterday?” she asked after a few minutes.

“Oh, she tried the same thing yesterday,” he responded. “Only without offering me her virginity as a reward.”

“Why didn’t you say anything about it?” she asked, sounding a bit hurt.

“It was when I was looking for you,” he said. “I had other things on my mind.”

“Oh,” she said simply.

“What I don’t understand, is why she’s acting like she’s addicted or something. I just, well, used it on her once and that wasn’t even full strength.”

“It’s probably because you’re human and she’s not.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Agein is not as effective on Veela as it is on other races so it’s likely that Veela are more susceptible to a human with the Agein. And Veela who grow up in the colonies are exposed to it from an early age and are nearly immune to it before they’re Fleur’s age. Our mother grew up in a colony but Fleur and I did not so she hasn’t developed the resistance to it that other Veela have.”

“Oh.”

“It may also simply affect her more than it would a full-blooded Veela, or she may have a natural susceptibility to it,” she said.

They walked on in silence for almost a minute before—

“Harry,” a voice called.

Harry and Gabby stopped and turned to see a redhead standing at the doorway to an empty classroom. It was not the redhead that he’d been looking for, however.

“Yes, Susan?” he responded.

She crooked a finger at him. “Could I speak to you for a minute?” she asked. There was something in her voice that told him this wasn’t a completely friendly meeting but she didn’t seem threatening at all.

“Sure,” he said. “Something wrong?”

She closed the door behind them after they entered the room, but instead of saying anything, she appeared to lose her nerve.

“What is it, Susan?” he asked.

She opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again and closed it again. Finally, she took a deep breath and let it out.

“Did you—” she said, then she seemed to falter a bit and the rest of her question was barely more than a whisper. “—do something to Hannah, on Friday?”

“Did she tell you I did?” he asked.

When she answered, her voice was a bit stronger.

“Well, she was acting strangely in Charms,” she said. “And then she refused to talk about it. When I pressed her later, she said that you had cornered her and apologized to her for some stupid thing or other. She didn’t seem to really understand what you were talking about, but she said you were being big-headed or something.”

Harry’s eyebrows went up. Hannah apparently did not remember him talking about his “pull”.

“Now, I’ll admit you and I don’t travel in the same circles here at school,” she said. “But I can’t believe you were acting big-headed. I thought maybe you did something to embarrass her and she just didn’t want to admit it.”

“Well,” he said, “as a matter of fact, I did do something to embarrass her.” He put his hands up defensively when she stepped towards him in anger. “Purely accidentally, I give you my word.” She stopped and backed down.

“It’s an ability that I just acquired recently and I was trying to control it. It got a bit out of hand that day and unfortunately, Hannah paid the price. When I realized what I’d done, I felt awful and tried to apologize but I guess I didn’t explain myself very well.” She looked at him as though she didn’t believe him.

“I have control over it, now,” he said. “But I haven’t used it much since then as it seems to keep getting me in trouble.” He thought not only of Hannah, but of Fleur as well; the only two girls he’d used it on intentionally and they’d both been embarrassed by it—Fleur was still embarrassing herself because of it.

She eyed him critically. “Have you been messing about with Charms or something that you shouldn’t have?”

Harry couldn’t help but glance at Gabby who still had traces of anger on her face from the encounter with her sister, but was watching the scene developing in front of her with interest. “No,” he said. “It’s something I acquired, er, naturally.”

She looked at him sceptically. “Naturally, huh?” He began to feel a bit uncomfortable under her scrutiny. “Is it dangerous?”

“No,” he said. “At least not yet. As I said, I haven’t used it all that much.”

“But you used it on Hannah?” she asked, her anger rising.

“I told you that was an accident.”

Silence stretched on but her gaze lost none of it’s intensity.

“Use it on me,” she said abruptly.

“What?” he asked, shocked. “No!”

“You said it wasn’t dangerous,” she said.

“That’s not the point,” he said defensively. “I’ve already told another girl no today. It’s not something to be messing about with.”

“But it’s all right to mess about with it in class on Hannah?”

“How many times do I have to say it—” he began.

“An accident, yes, I heard,” she said sarcastically. Then her voice softened. “Look, Potter, Hannah is my best friend and you used this. . . whatever it is. . . on her. I want to know that she’s all right. You can understand that, can’t you?”

Harry was beginning to lose his resolve. “Did she tell you what it felt like?”

“Not really,” she said. “She was a bit vague about that part too.”

“I can’t be totally sure, but I think it makes you very, er, randy,” he said. “And it also makes you think that I’m, er, well. . . attractive .”

She flushed a bit at this. “Are you saying it will make me want to have sex with you?”

“Very likely,” he admitted.

She narrowed her eyes and stared at him inscrutably for several seconds.

“I can handle it,” she said.

“Susan,” he said, “I don’t think you understand. I—”

“Harry,” she interrupted, “I don’t think you understand. I’m telling you to do it now.” She adopted a very smug look. “Or perhaps I should go and fetch Professor Sprout? I’m sure the two of you could have a very interesting conversation.”

“Blackmail?” he asked incredulously.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure my friends are all right,” she said. “You know, Hufflepuff loyalty and all that.”

He still hesitated.

“Last chance, Harry,” she said. “You’ve given me fair warning. Anything that happens is my fault, all right?”

He sighed and felt for the tendril of magic connected to her. A bit of strengthening and it was quickly about the same level as he’d had it with Hannah—as close as he could remember anyway.

Susan’s eyes lost focus and she unconsciously opened the top two fastenings on her robes. She sauntered towards him, seductively licking her lips. She was breathing heavily and flushed. He quickly lowered his “pull” to normal levels. She continued to advance on him. He backed into a desk.

“Susan,” he said. “Snap out of it.”

“What’s the matter, Harry?” she asked. “Don’t you find me attractive?”

Harry almost snorted in laughter. Susan Bones was one of two girls in Harry’s year that had had breasts when they’d sat on the stool to be sorted their first night at Hogwarts—the other being Lavender Brown. Now, three and a half years later, it was widely accepted—by at least all the boys in Harry’s dorm—that Susan had the largest set of breasts of all the fourth-years. She was definitely into the process of becoming a beautiful young woman, but was still just young enough that most would refer to her as cute. She had a pixyish face (in the muggle sense of the word) and long, shiny red-blond hair that fell to her waist.

“It’s not that, Susan,” he said. “You look very nice, beautiful, even. And sexy.” He grabbed her shoulders to prevent her from coming any closer. “But this isn’t you. You’re just acting this way because of what I was doing to you.”

She stopped trying to get any closer and looked him up and down, ending by gazing into his eyes.

“‘Was doing’?” she asked. “You’re not still doing it?”

“No,” he said.

“Then it’s me, Harry,” she said. “I still want you to make love to me.”

She began opening her robes, revealing what was underneath. She was very trim, with a small waist and what Harry could only describe as perfect hips. She was wearing what had to be the laciest pair of knickers he had ever seen; though they matched the very lacy bra that held up her ample tits.

Robes at Hogwarts should be banned, Harry thought, as Susan’s hit the floor. The fact that her figure—not to mention her chest—had been covered up by those long black robes all this time was surely a crime against the male population of the school.

She reached up, took his hands in hers and moved them from her shoulders, placing them squarely on her breasts. Almost automatically, he began fondling them—rubbing, caressing, teasing them—through the black lace of the bra as his resolve crumbled. They had to have been double-d’s at least, though with Harry’s limited understanding of female garment sizes, double-d simply meant very large. He was enjoying the feel of them so much that he didn’t register Susan moving closer to him until they were kissing. For one last brief moment, he fought for control and to stop himself taking advantage of his “pull” with Susan, but as soon as she started unfastening his robes with Gabby’s obvious help, he gave up and gave in.

Soon, their tongues were duelling and exploring each others mouths while hands removed clothes and explored various body parts. Harry, though never having been as overly preoccupied by the size of female chests as much as Seamus or Dean, found himself delighting in Susan’s larger than average bosom. It took him little time to discover that her nipples were very sensitive; even rubbing them through the cloth of her bra, she reacted quite strongly to his touches.

Susan, looked down in surprise when she felt Gabby pull her knickers down. Her eyebrows shot up behind her fringe as she looked back at Harry with the unspoken question on her face.

Harry decided he should properly introduce the two since he hadn’t thought to do it before now and hadn’t done it at all in his other encounters.

“Gabby, this is Susan Bones,” he said.

She stood up from lowering the older girls knickers to the floor and said, “Hello.”

“Susan,” Harry said, “this is Gabrielle Potter.”

Her jaw dropped for a moment at the name and she looked from Harry to the blond girl and back. “Potter? Don’t tell me,” she joked. “She’s your wife.”

“More like I’m his sex toy,” she said brazenly.

It was difficult to believe that Susan could have looked any more shocked, but somehow, she managed it.

“Can I borrow her sometime?” she asked.

“Sorry,” he said cheekily, “but I make it a habit not to loan out my really valuable possessions.” By this time Gabby had unhooked the clasp of Susan’s bra and Harry was able to access her generous mounds directly. Susan forgot all about borrowing his sexy young plaything when he latched his lips on one of her very tan, very large areolae and began flicking the nipple with his tongue.

“Oh, God, Harry!” she called out, throwing her head back in rapture. “Oh, yes. That’s so good.”

His hands slipped down and found the cheeks of her arse. He kneaded them roughly, pulling them widely apart before letting them slowly slip back together only to repeat the process. Susan was moaning in his ear as she fumbled around for his hardening cock. She pulled on it a little too roughly and he had to tell her to be gentle.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” she said rather breathlessly. “It’s just. . .” She ducked her head a bit in embarrassment. “I love having my arse played with. I don’t. . .” She cut herself off.

He removed his mouth from her nipple. “What?” he asked as he continued massaging her firm flesh.

“Gabrielle. . .” she said hesitantly. “She’s never really a sex toy. Is she?”

He looked her in the eye, nodded and said, “Yes.”

Susan moaned slightly. “I don’t suppose she could—” She whispered her next words. “—lick my arsehole?” She blushed fiercely, then suddenly threw her head back and let out a strangled cry as Gabby dropped to her knees and did exactly as she asked. Harry returned to sucking her tits and flicking and laving her nipples with his tongue. When Gabby took over for Harry’s manipulations of the Hufflepuff’s arse cheeks in addition to licking the girl’s nether hole, Harry slipped one hand up to the breast that wasn’t getting his mouth’s attention and slipped the other in between her legs, finding her surprisingly hairless sex. He slipped a finger down through her folds and then used the moisture it had collected to allow it to slide and swirl around her clit.

She came without warning, involuntarily squeezing his cock as she did so. This had the effect of killing any momentum he had as he’d build towards his own climax. Once she’d come down from her orgasm, she realized what she’d done.

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” she panted.

“It’s all right,” he said. He wasn’t happy about it, but he didn’t want to make her feel bad.

She gave him a bit of a push on his shoulders.

“Have a seat, Harry,” she said. He sat on the desk behind him. She pushed his shoulders again so he leaned back on his arms. She bent over and, holding his cock steady with one hand, she licked around the head, flicking her tongue back and forth.

She wasn’t the most talented cocksucker ever, but what she lacked in technique, she made up for with enthusiasm. She spent most of the time with her tongue darting over the soft helmet of his prick, occasionally sliding her mouth over it, though never past the head and never for more than a few seconds before she would back off and start licking again. The hand that was wrapped around the shaft would give an occasional stroke or two as though she kept forgetting that it was there. He tried to encourage her my giving her a bit of direction, trying to improve her technique and running his fingers through her gorgeous hair. It helped the sensation a bit when she would moan while she had the tip of his cock in her mouth, but it would have taken a long time to find his release that way.

After a few minutes of her spirited, yet clearly amateur attempt at a blow job, she pulled off his cock and stood up.

“I want you to fuck my arse, Harry,” she pleaded. “Please?”

He slid off the desk and had her bend over it. He knew that Gabby had been licking her puckered little hole, but he didn’t know if that would be enough lubrication, so he ran his cock through her cleft, picking up some of her free flowing juices before positioning it and the entrance to her arse. He gave a push and the head popped in quite easily. She grunted a bit when it did.

“Are you all right?” he asked, just to make sure.

“Oh, yes,” she said dreamily. “Fuck me, Harry. Pound me!”

He slid deeper into her bowels revelling in the sensation of a different set of grasping muscles massaging his cock. It was something that he’d not taken the time to appreciate when he’d done this to Gabby a few nights before; he’d been too desperate at the time.

He set up a fairly brisk pace, driving in and out of her back hole. She seemed to love it, moaning in between each little grunt that was forced from her as he collided with her arse each time he thrust in. Gabby slipped in between their legs and began licking her pussy and fondling his balls. After no more than a couple seconds of this, her sphincter clamped down on his cock as she came into Gabby’s mouth.

Harry pulled out of her, and guided her back. He lay on his back with her straddling his waist facing away from him. She sank back down on his cock and began bouncing up and down quite vigorously. Gabby moved beside them and busied herself laving the girl’s breasts. Harry managed to find the Veela’s cunt and sink two fingers in all the way. He thrust his hips back at Susan as she fucked her arse on him and he finger fucked his little toy. Almost no sooner had Gabby found the older girl’s cunt with her fingers and flicked across her clit than the Hufflepuff came again.

Harry was nearing his release and pulled his fingers out of Gabby to be able to grab Susan’s waist and increase her speed. She seemed to like the new, faster pace as she came twice more in rapid succession before Harry felt himself slipping past the point of no return. Gabby shoved her hand between her own legs and rubbed her cunt to give her a bit more stimulation in anticipation of the pleasure she would receive from her Master’s orgasm. Harry grunted and spilled himself in Susan’s bowels. Beside him, Gabby twitched and came on her thrusting fingers. Gabby kept her other hand moving in the redhead’s folds trying to squeeze another climax from the girl. After a few more quick flicks over the teen’s clit, she had one more orgasm—a small one—as she slowed her thrusting on Harry’s cock.

So into their very pleasurable encounter were the three of them that they never heard the door to the classroom open and close. What they did hear was a voice that sounded shocked and perhaps a touch hurt.

“Susan?”





And that would be chapter 7. Hope you liked it. Any guesses as to who caught them? Do you think it’s obvious or do you not have a clue? Perhaps you have a suspect? Time will reveal all.

I misspelled Hannah’s name in the previous chapters. They should all be fixed now. Until next time, keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars.