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Harry Potter: Still not mine. I'm willing to trade a used car for it though.



A/N Hey everyone! After a long absence, I'm back! Did you miss me?

Sadly, none of my reviewers pointed out the Monty Python reference in the last chapter. There's a sentence in the last chapter that basically says that Harry didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition room. ("The room seemed straight out of the Spanish Inquisition and, despite Filch’s penchant for going on about hanging students from the ceiling by their thumbs, he never would have expected a room like this to exist.") It's there for two reasons: One—Monty Python is brilliant and the Spanish Inquisition sketch is one of my favorite sketches, and Two—It is believed (though I don't think it's ever been confirmed) that JK herself created Chocolate Frogs and Cockroach Clusters as a tribute or nod to the Monty Python sketch "Crunchy Frog".





The Unexpected Result Of. . .





. . .An Apology





Harry stared at Hermione for a moment; she was quite lovely but also quite naked—or near enough—and they were down in the dungeons, eight floors below the entrance to Gryffindor tower. There was no way that she wouldn’t be noticed on the long walk back, not to mention the fact that the common room was likely to be quite crowded at this time of the evening.

“Hermione,” he said carefully, “is there some way you can make your. . . uniform more like a, er, uniform?”

Hermione looked down at herself as if seeing herself for the first time.

“Don’t worry, Master,” she said. “Few will pay me any attention and those that do will see nothing out of the ordinary.”

Harry sighed. Seeing no other alternative, they left the room and started heading back up to the tower with Hermione keeping pace at his side, a half step behind him. They passed less that half a dozen people on their way, only two of which seemed to notice his newly acquired shadow; they gave her quick looks but their eyes didn’t linger at all.

As they walked, Harry went over the events that had taken place down in that room over and over again in his mind. What the hell had he been thinking? He’d already condemned one of his friends to a life of slavery—which showed him it was possible—and now he’d done it again, despite the fact that he knew he was taking a huge risk when he had given in and fucked her.

On the other hand, he told himself, he had, in fact, done exactly that: given in. She had asked for sex—nearly begged for it—and refused to take ‘no’ for an answer. And he had been horny—actually, he still was—and she’d seduced him. How was he supposed to stop her?

Yet, he told himself, she had not been aware of the possible consequences, had she? Or had she? Hadn’t he told her it could happen? He did, didn’t he? Had she said she didn’t care? He couldn’t remember now—the nearly hour long session of sex and subsequent bonding, had served to riddle his memory of the time between dinner and locking Hermione to that table with so many holes he couldn’t be sure one way or the other.

Silently, he railed against the carelessness and lack of foresight that he’d demonstrated in allowing her to have her way. Perhaps he would just have to ‘keep it in his trousers’ where girls outside the bond were concerned. Surely Gabby, Ginny and Hermione would be enough to keep him satisfied.

Right?

Who was he kidding? Ginny might not say anything about it, but Gabby would be very vocal on the subject. Hermione. . . well, he just didn’t know what she would want—he didn’t even know what kind of Desmi he had with her. Alicia would be most disappointed to learn that they wouldn’t be shagging any more. And what of Cloyssa and Vicky who’d both either hinted or said outright that they wanted another go?

By the time the pair had returned to the tower, he was so conflicted that he didn’t know what to think any more. Hermione followed him as he climbed through the portrait hole but was forced to stop quickly when he was brought up short. Gabby sat next to Ginny, who was seated at a table with homework spread around it. Ginny, however, was paying her homework absolutely no attention whatever. One or two of the fastenings of Ginny’s robes were undone creating a gap just large enough for Gabby’s hand. She was clearly stroking the redheads pussy as Ginny’s eyes were heavily lidded and she was breathing rapidly and biting her lip. Gabby noticed the pair enter and her eyes widened at Hermione’s state of dress.

With a quick gesture, he instructed Gabby to follow him and for Ginny to remain. He crossed to the stairs to the boys’ dorms and headed up to the door marked “Fourth Years”, trailing two of his three girls.

“OK,” he said as he closed the door behind them. “First things first. Hermione?”

“Yes, Master,” she said.

He handed her the Veela Desmi book. “Take this back to your dorm and read this. I want all important information about your Desmi and all of it in general by tomorrow.”

“Yes, Master,” she said again. She bowed a bit as she took the book and left.

“Gabby,” he said after the door had shut behind Hermione. “Go down, tell Ginny to go to her dorm and strip, then come up here. I want her in my bed, naked in less than five minutes. I need to work off some. . . frustration.”

Gabby grinned ferally. “Yes, Master,” she said excitedly.

Harry concentrated for a moment, making Ginny unnoticeable, then he pulled off his clothes and climbed into bed, charming the curtains to stop any outgoing sound. Two minutes later, he was casually stroking his erection when he heard the door open and close again followed by a very evil giggle from Gabby.

The curtains parted and the two girls joined him in his bed. Ginny had been clearly worked up by Gabby’s ministrations down in the common room as she was quite wet, her mostly bald pussy and inner thighs coated in her secretions. He gave her no more time to prepare.

“Lay back, slut,” he commanded. She did so and he spread her legs and got between them. He took himself in hand and rubbed up and down her dripping slit, coating his cock with her fluids. With no other warning, he placed himself at her entrance and thrust, burying himself completely inside her. She grunted.

“You like that, don’t you slut?” he asked as he began to piston in and out of her.

“Yes, Master,” she said as she pushed back up to meet his inward strokes. “Use me, Master. Let me please you.”

Gabby kneed herself over next to Ginny and bent over, grabbing one of Ginny’s jiggling breasts in her mouth and sucking on the nipple. Ginny moaned and arched her back, pressing her chest up to the younger girl’s mouth. Harry supported his upper body with one hand and seized Ginny’s other breast with his other, kneading the firm yet pliant flesh. Another moan escaped Ginny’s lips.

The squelching sound of Ginny’s overly wet sex filled the small area bordered by the curtains and Harry groaned as her cunt gripped and massaged his cock.

Harry swapped hands and found Gabby’s slippery pussy with his now free hand. Gabby moaned into Ginny’s tit as he glided his fingers up and down her delicate folds. Once he’d coated his fingers, he brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean and Gabby whimpered in loss as he did so, stopping only when he’d returned his hand to her sex.

“God, Gabby,” he said. “You taste so good.”

Gabby looked up from the breast to which she was currently paying homage.

“Thank you, Master,” she said impishly. “Are you ever going to eat me out, Master?”

Harry realized that he still had yet to do so and greatly wanted to. Now was not the time though—when he finally did so, he wanted to devote the time to pleasing her—now he just wanted to be selfish and please himself.

“Soon, my sweet,” he said. “Soon, I’ll go down on you and please you until I drown in your fluids.”

“Oh, yes, Master,” she groaned.

“For now, though, why don’t you make slut do it?”

Gabby seemed to like this idea. She got up on her knees and straddled Ginny’s face.

“Lick me, slut,” she said.

Ginny seemed to hesitate for a moment.

“Do it,” Harry ordered and watched as her tongue snaked out and licked through the Veela’s folds. “In fact, for the rest of the night, you are to do anything that Gabby commands you to do. And you will call her ‘Mistress’. Understood?”

She paused in her licking only long enough to say, “Yes, Master.”

Gabby ground her cunt into Ginny’s face.

“That’s it,” she said. “Make me come, slut.”

Harry heard, “Yes, Mistress,” from between Gabby’s legs, spurring him to thrust faster and harder into Ginny’s hot, wet, flesh.

“Use your fingers, slut,” said Gabby. “Put some effort into it.”

Ginny’s hands moved up to Gabby’s folds accompanied by another “Yes, Mistress.”

Still, Harry pounded into Ginny’s recently deflowered pussy working out his frustrations and driving himself towards orgasm, caring little if Ginny felt any pleasure from his actions or not, though, from the way she was moaning into Gabby’s slit as she licked and fingered, she was either experiencing quite a bit of pleasure or she was a good actress.

“Oh, yes,” moaned Gabby. “Pinch my nipples, slut. Do I have to give you instructions?”

Ginny reached up and did as she was ordered, with another muffled “Yes, Mistress.”

Harry could feel Gabby’s pleasure trickling through the bond as Ginny inserted first one finger, then two, then three into the young Veela’s hot cunt.

Ginny’s own cunt was twitching mightily around Harry’s thrusting cock as she had been quite worked up by the fingering she’d received down in the common room.

“Oh, yes,” Gabby said, throwing her head back as visible tremors of bliss travelled up and down her nude form.

Ginny, still pistoning her fingers into the girls pussy, removed her tongue long enough to say, “Please, Master. May I come?”

Harry waited a few moments as though thinking about it before he answered, “Not just yet, slut.”

Ginny whimpered a bit in response but dutifully returned her attentions and her mouth to the dripping sex above her.

“Ooooh,” Gabby moaned as a particularly visible shiver ran up and down her spine. “Faster, slut. Deeper, deeper. Can’t you go any deeper?” Ginny added a fourth finger allowing her to fit most of her hand inside the girl, stopped only by her thumb. Harry was surprised it fit, but then again, with Gabby’s Veela nature and her control over her body, he reckoned he shouldn’t have been.

Gabby threw her head again back and cried out as she came on the redhead’s fingers. “Unh, unh, unh,” she chanted in time with her orgasm as she ground down on her lover’s face.

Harry, already quite worked up himself, had to fight for control of his own orgasm; he didn’t want to come just yet and it was not an easy thing to do with the delightful combination of Ginny’s hot, moist, grasping cunt and the pleasure flowing over the Desmi from Gabby. He actually stopped his movements to prevent himself from tipping over the edge. He reached down and flicked over the little mubbin that was Ginny’s clit. She violently shoved her head back into the pillow and panted, “Please, Master. Please let your slut come.”

Harry closed his eyes and bit his lip; in a desperate need to orgasm, her cunt was doing amazing things to his cock even as he held still in her overstimulated sex.

“Not right now, slut,” he said.

Apparently realizing that Harry was no longer thrusting, Gabby leant back, resting her upper back and head on his chest. Ginny’s four fingers were still working their way in and out of the girls widely distended channel.

“Deeper, slut,” she said, huskily. “See if you can get it all in.”

Harry gulped and his cock twitched. Surely, even with a Veela’s body and abilities, an eight-year-old girl couldn’t be capable of handling what she seemed to be asking for, could she? He watched in erotic fascination as Ginny pulled her hand out and tucked her thumb into her palm, bringing her other fingers into a kind of point. She pressed in, twisting back and forth as she tried to work the hand into the girl. Harry’s cock twitched and Ginny’s cunt spasmed.

There was a moment when Ginny’s knuckles reached the very entrance of the sex toy and seemed to refuse to go any farther. Harry was on the point of telling them to stop so that Gabby wouldn’t be hurt, when, with an almost audible pop, Ginny’s hand slipped in. Gabby’s head pushed back against Harry’s chest as she cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Ginny immediately began working her hand in and out of the girl’s obscenely stretched sex.

Gabby made a funny little “Hugnh” noised in the back of her throat and came around Ginny’s hand. With her head tilted back, Harry leaned down and brought his lips to hers, kissing the girl even as her orgasm washed over her, drenching Ginny’s arm with her juices. Harry’s and Gabby’s tongues duelled and danced, a novel experience considering the upside-down nature of their kiss.

And still, Ginny’s cunt was pulsing and massaging and spasming with an ever increasing need for release, edging Harry towards his.

“Oh please—Master,” she panted, breathing hard as she was racked by random, almost violent contractions of muscles. “May—I come, Master. Please—may I—come?”

Harry ignored her request and kept kissing Gabby and allowing Ginny’s wildly convulsing channel to drive him right to the brink.

He opened his eyes, having closed them when he’d kissed Gabby and the first thing he saw was Ginny’s arm driving into the girl.

He grunted and came, spraying Ginny’s still twitching cunt with his seed.

Gabby, who was only just coming down from her last orgasm, exploded into yet another one, feeding Harry even more pleasure and extending his own, which in turn extended Gabby’s.

Ginny, who could feel pleasure from Harry’s orgasm tensed with the undeniable need to climax.

“Oh, Master, please!” she begged. “Your slut needs to come.”

Again, Harry ignored her and she simply whimpered as it became obvious that he still had no intention of allowing her any release.

Harry fell to the side and lay on his back. Gabby, seeing his slowly deflating cock and the fluids covering it, detached herself from Ginny’s fist and took him in her mouth, licking and cleaning.

Harry looked over at Ginny and saw her masturbating herself, in the vain attempt to come. The sight of the girl manipulating her own sex—her fingers glistening with a mixture of her lubrication and his sperm—along with the thought of denying her an orgasm and the feeling of Gabby’s mouth and tongue served to keep him from ever actually going soft.

Once he was hard again, he had Ginny straddle his waist, facing away from him. He grabbed her hips, lifted her up and settled her back down on his cock, letting her sink all the way down before lifting her up and off. He then positioned himself at her tight little arsehole and pushed. Knowing what her Master wanted of her, she relaxed her sphincter, allowing him to slip through and plunge all the way inside with a grunt as he bottomed out in her.

Harry then pulled her back so that she was lying on top of him and began thrusting into her backside. Gabby nearly jumped between two sets of legs and began diligently trying to suck all of Harry’s come from Ginny’s overstimulated cunt. The new sensation of the blond’s lips and tongue on her most sensitive flesh drove poor Ginny to new heights of desire and need.

“Master, come,” she said incoherently. “I need— I— please— May come?”

Harry moved one guiding hand away from her hips long enough to shift some of her crimson locks away from her ear and out of his way. He brought his head up and nibbled her lobe for a moment before whispering, “Not just yet, love.”

Ginny stifled what appeared to be a scream of frustration. Harry knew she was beyond anything she had felt before. The human body simply wasn’t made to be so aroused and yet denied release. He could feel her entire body as it lay against him, crying out for an orgasm that it could simply no longer provide on it’s own. It needed it’s Master’s permission and without it, it simply continued building—ramping up pleasure—trying to find that now elusive climax. Harry considered seeing how long she could go without—could he order her to masturbate all night while he slept so that she was unable, not only to come but to even ask for it? Was there a point where she could be so overstimulated that it might hurt her? She already seemed to be having difficulty breathing; if he let it go indefinitely, could she be harmed? Or would she simply pass out and come down from her arousal?

He slammed into her arse even as it clenched and spasmed and convulsed with the rest of the muscles in her body. Even though he’d just come a few minutes earlier, he was soon well on his way to his next.

From between Ginny’s legs, came the sucking, slurping sounds of Gabby carefully licking up all of the second-hand semen and first-hand fluids flowing from the teen’s core.

“Do you like that, slut?” he asked her, raising his voice a bit in order to be heard above Ginny’s now nearly constant moaning and mewling. “Do you like what your Mistress is doing to you?

“Y—yes Mas—ter,” she managed between pants, spasms and impacts of his groin with her arse.

“Do you?” he taunted. “Do you like the feeling of her tongue on your sex?”

“Yes—ss Ma—aste—er,” she said.

“Do you like the fact that I’m not allowing you to come?” he asked.

She took a moment to answer as though she was thinking hard about what exactly to say. Perhaps she didn’t want to risk him denying her orgasm permanently if she told him she didn’t like what he was doing to her. In the end, however, she was compelled by her status as his slave to tell him the truth.

“N—no, Mas—ster—r,” she admitted. “I d—don’t li—ike it. I nee—eed to c—come.”

He continued pounding her arse as Gabby licked her sloppy, wet cunt.

“If you’re very lucky, slut,” he said, “I just might let you.”

She groaned

The contractions of the muscles in her colon were driving him mad. Part of him was shocked that he could be on the edge of orgasm so soon after having one, but then again, the fact that he was a teenager coupled with the magic of the bond had seriously shortened his recovery time.

He heard Ginny cry out in a mixture of pleasure and surprise and moved his head over far enough to see the way Gabby was moving her arm. It appeared that Gabby was either fingering Ginny or simply using her fingers to scrape the last of his come from her pussy.

He picked up the pace, using his hands to guide her hips and slamming the two of them together with a rhythm that spoke directly to his cock and bollocks.

And talking of bollocks, he felt a hand begin to grasp his and gently massage them. The added pleasure was quickly driving him to the point of no return.

The sounds of mewling and grunting and lapping and slapping flesh was interrupted by Ginny asking yet again if she could come. She was so incoherent by this point that if he hadn’t known what she wanted even before she asked, he would have had to ask her to repeat it as the only word he could even partially make out was “Master”.

“You want to come, slut?” he asked, panting with effort and his own need to orgasm.

She said nothing, merely nodding haltingly.

“You want me to allow you release?”

This time she managed a shaky “Yes”.

He pounded into her back hole a few more times before he said, “Not just yet, slut.”

She convulsed once and appeared to stop breathing for a moment before she gasped and began making a noise that was somewhere between a whine, a whimper and a groan. She went nearly limp, almost turning to a jelly on top of him. It seemed her body was starting to give up hope of coming.

Something inside him responded to that reaction and he tipped over the edge, painting the inside of her arse with his sticky seed, jet after jet shooting from the head of his cock and further lubricating their union. A few more thrusts and they both stopped, her still lying on top of him as though she had no ability to support herself.

After a couple of minutes, his cock, now nearly sore from the use it had seen that day, softened enough to slip out of her arse and flop down. Gabby was waiting for it though, and gently took it in her mouth, carefully cleaning it of the evidence of their encounter. A few more minutes and Harry helped Gabby move the limp, but still whimpering and twitching Ginny off of him and onto the bed next to him.

He looked at her properly. Even just lying there, her body’s convulsions and twitches gave her the appearance that she was fucking some invisible someone. He thought he’d never seen anything quite as disturbing and sexy at the same time as her form at that moment. She was coated in a layer of sweat that was beading up and running off her. As her body twitched it made her small breasts, topped with nipples that looked as hard as rocks, jiggle erotically to Harry.

He reached out and gently cupped one of her tits. She threw her head back and opened her mouth in what looked like a silent scream. In actually, she was still whimpering and mewling and moaning so it was not actually silent. As she relaxed again—as much as she could relax in her current hyper-aroused state—he asked, “Do you like that?”

She didn’t speak, but instead nodded for a moment, then shook her head. He wasn’t sure if she meant that she did and didn’t like it, or if she liked it so much it hurt, or if she was just so out of it she didn’t understand the question or if she meant something else entirely. What he was sure of, however was that seeing this girl like this so completely over-aroused yet under his control did something to him that he didn’t really understand himself. It spoke to something deep within him—something primal—and he found himself fighting to keep from jumping on her and fucking her until he broke her. Of course, Gabby wasn’t helping at the moment.

Gabby had long since finished cleaning his cock and was simply giving the flaccid penis a gentle caressing with her mouth and tongue. The sensations he was receiving from that in combination with his desire to thoroughly abuse Ginny was causing him to harden again.

He didn’t think he could manage to actually fuck her though. He was exhausted and his cock, despite the magic that allowed him to fuck so often and with so little time in between was simply not ready for another pounding. He also didn’t really want to break her. He liked Ginny and now with the Desmi he shared with her, he was developing deeper feelings for her, much the same as he had with Gabby. The feelings he felt for Ginny were different, however; they were more feelings of wanting to control and possess her—wanting to use her for his own desires—than the feelings he felt for Gabby. Yet in it’s own way it was a kind of love, since he knew that, not only would the Desmi cause her to crave that kind of treatment, but he knew that deep down, somewhere in her psyche, she’d wanted those things even before she’d first come to his bed.

Harry broke off his musings when he could no longer ignore his erection. He positioned himself between Ginny’s spread legs and penetrated her. Then, after bringing his legs around so that she was lying back between them, Harry had Gabby help him bring Ginny up so that she was sitting facing him with his cock inside her with their hips pulled as close together as they could be; he was buried in her to the hilt. He wrapped his arms around her and gave Gabby one simple instruction. The Veela worked her hand between them and down to Ginny’s sex and began gently massaging.

Ginny—still twitching and convulsing and practically vibrating in Harry’s arms, yet somehow at the same time as limp as putty—reacted immediately. Her eyes snapped open and she met Harry’s gaze with a piteous look that told him she didn’t know how much more she could take. She opened her mouth and tried to speak but her voice broke and scratched as though she hadn’t had anything to drink in a couple of days.

“Master,” she finally managed to say with a gravelly voice. “Will you allow your slut to come?”

Harry held her tightly, expecting her to be quite violent if unintentionally so.

“Yes, you may,” he said simply.

She lurched forward against him shoving her breasts, topped with their rock hard nipples, into his chest. Nearly every muscle in her body seemed to tense equally, locking her in position. She cried out with the most primal sounding half grunt, half scream that he’d ever heard. The only muscles in her body that hadn’t seemed to lock completely taught were those in her groin. Harry’s cock was on the receiving end of the most perfect massage he had ever felt. Her cunt was spasming and contracting and clenching around him in rhythmic patterns that defied all sense of what should be possible, setting him on what would likely be a very short road to another orgasm.

Gabby continued to gently caress Ginny’s throbbing sex, extending the redhead’s climax past the one minute mark. Ginny had yet to breath in, however and the lack of oxygen finally caused her to pass out. Her cunt did not stop performing it’s delightful little dance, however; she was still coming, even while unconscious. She was breathing again, though.

“Gabby,” Harry said, “get my wand, quick.”

In a flash, she’d grabbed his wand from his night stand and was back in position with her hand on Ginny’s sex.

“ Rennervate, ” Harry said.

Ginny’s eyes snapped open and she locked gazes with Harry again. Though her cunt was still spasming, it had lost it’s urgency; her orgasm had died when he’d revived her. She was still on the edge, however.

“Master,” she said. “May I come?”

“Yes,” he said simply.

The process repeated, driving Harry even closer. This time, Harry rennervated her just as she passed out, and it was enough to get her to take a breath, but also enough to stop her orgasm again.

Again she asked and again he gave his permission.

Twelve times she came and passed out, until finally her orgasm was not so overpowering that she couldn’t breathe and she just kept on coming. She clung to him as much as her weakened arms would allow and the pulsing, rippling inner walls of her sex brought Harry right to the brink of orgasm, then pushed him over. His balls tightened and he spent himself inside her, coating the entrance to her womb with his come. Less than a minute later, her orgasm finally slowed and ended as well.

He held her for a while as she relaxed in his arms and caught her breath

He shifted her legs and pulled her with him as he laid back on the bed, still buried deep in her tender flesh. The pair fell asleep almost immediately, with Gabby following them soon thereafter. None of them cared that it was not yet half nine.

Harry woke early the next morning. At some point during the night, he had become hard again and, never having slipped out of Ginny, had begun fucking her in his sleep. She had been fucking him right back in her sleep as well, waking shortly after he did. Both woke on the brink of orgasm.

“Master,” she said half sleepily and half lustfully, “may I come?”

“Yes, slut,” he said.

She moaned and came around his gently thrusting cock. The feeling of her rippling, grasping cunt, tipped him over the edge as well. His climax washed over him leaving him feeling very relaxed. Ginny appeared to have had a similar reaction to her own. He looked over to see Gabby watching them with a smile as she gently fingered herself.

Not two minutes later, Hermione pulled the curtain back far enough to reveal herself to them. She was again wearing the see-through blue robes and, of course, her collar.

As it was too early to get up, Harry had Hermione tell him about the Desmi they shared. She informed him that it was a Desmi Dulos and she was, of course, the Doulos or Sub, just as Ginny was; the main difference being that, where Ginny was a sex slave, Hermione was just a slave. While sex with her was not ruled out, it was not her function; she was to see to his needs—food, bathing, dressing, nearly anything that he would have had to do for himself could now be done by Hermione. In fact, she seemed beyond eager to do even the smallest thing for him. Part of him was sickened by the idea of what he’d done to her, but that part seemed somehow detached. Mostly, he just felt a desire to give her orders. It would not do, however to suddenly announce to the world that he had a slave without first thinking about the ramifications.

“Hermione,” he said after a few minutes thought. “I want you to go back to your room and dress in one of your old uniforms and attend your classes as normal.”

She appeared to be struggling to hide a combination of sadness, horror and disappointment at this command.

“Yes, Master,” she said quietly. “If I may ask, how am I to serve you if I am not with you?”

“It will just be for now,” he said gently. He somehow had a brief image of her trying to punish herself as Dobby often did. “I just want to make sure there’s nothing against the rules and that I won’t be treated too badly by that Skeeter woman when this comes out.”

So Hermione was given the task of researching the school rules to make sure that the Desmis he had with Gabby, Ginny and herself were not going to get him expelled when they became known because he could no longer pretend that no one would ever find out.

Hermione obeyed his orders, of course, but not before making it known that she was unhappy about the fact that she wasn’t to be allowed to bathe him and dress him and care for him.

After she left, Harry and Gabby slipped on his invisibility cloak again and he made Ginny noticeable before sending her up to her own dorm. It was early enough that no one was up and about yet, but Harry found something incredibly sexy about forcing Ginny to walk around Gryffindor tower in the nude.

He and Gabby showered and he dressed, then, after meeting up with Hermione, waited for Ron to come down so that they could all go to breakfast. It quickly became apparent that, even though she was wearing her normal uniform and going about her old life for the moment, Ron just didn’t seem to pay any attention to Hermione at all. Harry had to keep himself from hanging his head in frustration. And as though Hermione’s new status and the ramifications thereof were not enough weight on Harry’s mind, he had a surprise waiting for him as the quartet exited the Great Hall on their way to Herbology.

“’Arry!” Fleur said, gaining not only his attention but the attention of more than a dozen of his fellow students. He cringed. This was definitely not on the list of things he needed at the moment.

“Yes, Fleur?” he said through clenched teeth. He turned to face her and found her wearing a sheer white gown that, while not exactly transparent, came very, very close. He could tell that she wore no bra and would have been willing to wager that it wasn’t the only bit of her wardrobe conveniently missing. He closed his eyes and sighed. She practically floated up to him using every bit of natural charm she had save her Agein.

“’Arry,” she repeated as she came close enough to touch him. She trailed a finger along his chest in what was meant to be an enticing manner. “I was just wondering if you’d given any zought to my. . . proposal. ”

Harry opened his eyes and discovered that they indeed had an audience. He cursed inwardly.

“Fleur,” he began, trying to keep his voice low. It still seemed to carry throughout the now silent Entrance Hall as surely as if he’d used the Sonorus charm. Damn her anyway. “I’ve told you twice before and I’m going to tell you once again: No. It’s not going to happen now or tomorrow or the next day. It’s not going to happen next week or next month or next year. So, for the last time. Stop asking!”

Fleur looked as though she wanted to attack and hurt him and also like she wanted to strip him and fuck him right there in the Hall at the same time. Gabby was seething at her sister and Harry wasn’t too far behind. The main difference was that Harry was also embarrassed as he heard the whispers begin to spread. Ignoring Fleur, Harry turned on his heels and began shoving his way through the still crowd. He’d lost track of Ron and Hermione.

“’Arry, please!” she said piteously. “I need it ’Arry!” Harry didn’t stop. “ Bâtard! ” she yelled after him.

Harry was embarrassed and unhappy to say the least by the time he reached Greenhouse 5 and the rest of his class and found a table at which to stand. He had paid little attention to where he’d been going though, and was almost completely unaware when the class actually began. After they were given their instructions for the day, Harry heard a quiet, tentative voice from his left.

“Harry?” It was Neville. Harry looked up to realize that he’d been so in his own mind when he’d come in that he was standing nowhere near Ron and Hermione. He inhaled and blew out a breath, calming himself as much as possible.

“Hey Nev,” he said.

“You all right, mate?” he asked. “You seem. . . preoccupied.”

“Yeah,” Harry said. “Just had a bit of a confrontation that I could have done without.” He gave Neville a weak smile.

“With Ron?” he asked, clearly confused.

“No,” Harry said. “I guess you missed it. It happened right in the middle of the Entrance Hall just before class.”

“Oh. I was here early.”

“Well, don’t worry,” Harry said. “I’m sure that the story will be all over the school by the start of our next class.”

After that the pair of them got to work. Harry shot an apologetic look at Ron for not working with him to which Ron just shrugged.

Harry was startled a bit when, a few minutes later, he glanced over to see who was working on his other side.

“Good morning, Harry,” said Parvati in a rather chilly voice once he’d looked at her. “Nice of you to notice me.”

Harry cringed inside at her remark. There was more than a bit of hurt in her voice but the look on her face told him that she didn’t really want to be angry with him.

“Hey, Parvati,” he replied by way of a greeting.

She went back to her work and so did he. But Harry kept feeling this nagging desire to say something to her. Truth be told, he felt bad for the way he’d treated her at the Yule Ball.

“Parvati,” he said a few minutes later.

“Hmm?” she said distractedly.

“I, er,” he fumbled. “I just wanted to, er, apologise for the Yule Ball. I was a git.”

“Yes,” she said matter of factly, “you were.”

“Yeah, well,” he said. “I’m sorry. You deserved better.”

She looked at him appraisingly but said nothing. He figured that she was angry enough that a simple apology wasn’t going to cut it. He didn’t know what to say beyond that, however. After a moment, she went back to her work, still without saying anything.

Several minutes passed during which Harry concentrated on his work. Then Parvati spoke again.

“You think so?” she asked. Her voice was flat, with no indication of anger or curiosity or any other emotion she might be feeling. Harry had forgotten what he’d said.

“Pardon?” he asked.

“You said I deserved better, I just wanted to know if that was really what you thought,” she clarified.

He looked at her for a moment, not knowing what she was really asking.

“Yes,” he said. “You’re smart, beautiful, friendly. . . You deserved a lot better than a git like me ignoring you all night.”

She peered at him with an expression that he couldn’t quite decipher and he carefully returned his attention to his plant. She returned to hers as well and they worked in silence for several minutes.

“You’re just saying that, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Saying what?” he asked. Again, enough time had passed that he’d forgotten what he’d said.

“That I’m. . . beautiful.” She practically mumbled the last word.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“You’re just saying that right? Because I’m not,” she said quietly. “Not really.”

“Pull the other one,” he said. “I’m not just saying it.”

“Because I know that Lavender and I have a certain. . . reputation for being a bit. . . shallow, and only concerned with looks,” she went on as though he hadn’t spoken. “And I suppose I’m somewhat pretty. But beautiful?”

“Parvati,” he said, “there are over 500 girls at Hogwarts and if I had to rate them all, you’d most definitely be in the top ten.”

She looked at him sideways for a moment. “Stop taking the mickey, Harry,” she said, but there was a trace of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“I’m not,” he said, pretending to be defensive. “I’d bet that if you asked all the blokes at Hogwarts they’d tell you the same thing. Well, except perhaps Malfoy. But then, he seems to have a thing for Pansy so either there’s no accounting for taste or she’s meant to hide that he’s seeking for the other team.” She snickered.

“Where was this Harry Potter on the night of the Yule Ball?” she asked with a grin.

“He was too busy focusing on every little thing that was wrong in his life to actually see the world around him,” he said.

“So what happened?”

“Something made me open my eyes for the first time and I realized that I like what I see,” he responded. He waggled his eyebrows at her, smiling in such a way as to let her know that he wasn’t chatting her up.

She snickered again and both were interrupted by Professor Sprout who gave them as stern a look as she could manage and admonished them for not paying attention to their work. The rest of the lesson passed quietly with only the occasional glance from Parvati.

When the bell rang signalling the end of class and time to move on to Care of Magical Creatures, Hermione was at his side nearly instantly attempting to help him clean up and pack his book bag.

“Hermione,” he said, gently stopping her efforts.

“Yes Master?” she asked.

“Harry, Hermione,” he said, keeping his voice as low as he could. “Call me Harry, not Master.”

“Yes, Harry,” she said, stumbling over his name as though she hadn’t said it hundreds of times in the past.

“I can manage myself,” he said.

She looked at him with a lost expression and opened her mouth like she intended to scold him in her usual way, but no sound escaped her and she clamped her mouth shut again.

“Gabby,” he said, “go with Hermione to Care and make sure she’s all right. I’ll catch you up in a minute.”

She nodded and took Hermione’s hand, pulling her out the door of the greenhouse whispering comforting and encouraging words to her. He finished putting away his tools and dragon hide gloves and slung his bag over his shoulder.

As he was passing Hagrid’s hut, he heard someone whisper his name. He stopped and looked but didn’t see anyone. He stepped closer and suddenly the door sprang open and a small hand pulled him inside. He whipped around and found himself staring into a pair of dark brown eyes set in a very attractive mocha coloured face.

“Parvati!” he exclaimed in a whisper. “What are you doing?”

She was on him in an instant, pressing her lips to his. He was shocked for a moment but found himself returning the kiss quite eagerly. She broke the kiss and looked him in the eyes.

“You really did mean it, didn’t you?” she asked disbelievingly.

“Er, yes?” he said, not sure what she was talking about.

“You really think I’m beautiful?” she pressed.

“Of course I do,” he said. And she was kissing him again. This time he was ready for it and held her close, pressing his body against hers. She giggled as she felt his reaction to her. Almost before he knew what was happening, he felt her hands inside his robes, fondling his growing hardness through his shorts. He groaned. “Oh, Parvati,” he said, breaking the kiss. “Please don’t start anything you don’t intend to finish.”

She placed a couple of kisses along his jawline. “Who says I don’t intend to finish?”

“Oh,” he groaned. He buried his head in her neck and inhaled. She smelled sweet from her perfume, flowery from her shampoo and earthy from her efforts in Herbology. He gently bit her neck, scraping his teeth along her skin. She moaned and stroked him through the fabric of his underwear.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, hoping that she would say yes.

She looked at him with sultry eyes. “Are you kidding?” she asked. “I don’t think there’s a girl in this school who could say no to you. Except perhaps Malfoy.”

Harry sniggered. “He is a bit of a girl isn’t he?”

Instead of answering, she pulled him into another kiss. Her fingers began fumbling with the fastenings of his robes as he began fumbling with hers. Thank God Fang is tied up out back, he thought. I can’t believe I’m going to shag Parvati Patil in Hagrid’s house!

Harry slipped Parvati’s robes over her shoulders. Like most pure-bloods, she wore nothing underneath but a bra and knickers—satiny pink and, though conservative, quite alluring.

He stepped back as his robes joined hers on the floor and admired her body. It was amazing; taut and smooth and flawless. Her light brown skin practically glowed in the darkness of the room and her hair—shiny, long and black—fell in sheets around her shoulders. She was so lovely and he couldn’t believe just how aroused he was.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed.

She performed a little pirouette for him and his breath hitched.

“Top ten?” she asked teasingly.

He shook his head. “Top five, easily,” he responded. “Right now, looking like that? Top one.”

She blushed at his praise and rushed him again. Lips and tongues explored their counterparts while hands sought bare expanses of flesh. She let a surprised “eep!” escape into his mouth when his fingers managed to solve the puzzle that was her bra clasp. She only helped slip it from her frame, however, before wrapping her arms back around him and pulling his chest into hers. The feel of her hardened, little nipples poking his chest sent a fresh surge of blood towards his ever hardening erection.

He felt her hands slip into the back of his boxers and push them down by sliding over his arse. He had to chuckle a bit as she struggled to free his cock from the elastic waistband. She tried to glare up at him but failed to keep a straight face.

“Finally!” she exclaimed when he bobbed free and his shorts dropped to his ankles. She took him in hand and began gently stroking him. Her hand was like velvet. He slipped his hand down the front of her knickers and found her folds. Her stroking stopped for a moment as her eyes closed and she sucked in a shaky breath at the contact. She was very aroused if the moisture flowing from her sex was any indication. He found the little nub of her clit and circled it with his finger; her knees nearly buckled.

“You like that?” he asked. She nodded and lay her head on his chest. She bit her lower lip and moaned. He slid his finger lower and sought out her entrance, pressing gently inside.

“Take me, Harry,” she said, looking up at him. “Enough foreplay. I need you inside me.”

Without moving his hand from her cunt, he used his other to slowly work her panties down over her hips and far enough that they dropped to her ankles. She turned around—his hand following as she did so—and presented her backside to him. She leaned over the bench next to the over large table and looked back over her shoulder.

“Like this, Harry,” she said.

He didn’t need telling twice. He stepped out of his boxers and up behind her. Taking himself in hand, he swiped up and down her hot, slick sex.

“Do it, Harry,” she whined. “Please. I need you.”

He pushed with his hips and slid the head of his cock into her welcoming depths. She groaned at the contact and so did he.

“Oh, gods, Harry,” she said huskily. “More!”

He pressed deeper, then pulled out a bit and then pushed in even deeper.

“Oh, that’s good,” he said.

She merely nodded with her cheek pressed against the bench. In no time at all, he was fully inside her—buried to the hilt as they say. The inner walls of her pussy massaged his hardness like none of the others he’d experienced save Gabby’s. He began a steady and slow rhythm, which she seemed to enjoy immensely.

“Oh, yes, Harry,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

He stroked in and out of her, running his hands over her soft, smooth flesh, caressing her back and arse and hips and upper thighs—anything he could reach easily. She began mewling in satisfaction.

“You like that?” he asked.

“It’s heaven,” she replied. Her voice was shaky with lust; he was surprised at just how quickly she was responding to him. He continued his slow thrusting as he reached around underneath her and sought out her pussy. Gathering some of her wetness he slid his fingers lightly over her hardened and distended clit. She shivered and came, her knees buckling a bit before she caught herself.

“Wow,” he said, not realizing he’d spoken aloud.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “‘Wow’ is right.”

“Liked that, did you?” he asked as he continued slipping gently over her clit. He was shocked at just how quickly she came.

“Mmm hmm,” was all she said. Even as her first orgasm was subsiding, he could tell there was another building.

His other hand found it’s way up and massaged as much of her breast as he could manage. “You always come that easily?” he asked teasingly.

“Don’t know,” he panted. “Never actually done this before.”

He increased his pace just enough for her to notice.

“You’re a virgin?”

“Well,” she said with a squeal in her voice; she was already nearing another peak. “Not any more.”

He dipped his finger back into her nectar and brought it to her mouth. She looked at it with glazed eyes for a moment before willingly and eagerly sucking it in between her lips.

“Mmmm,” she said as he returned it to her pussy and went back to massaging the sensitive little bundle of nerves. “I taste—” Her breath caught and as she came again she managed to force out, “—good!”

The grasping and pulsing of her soft, slick sex was driving him nearer his own release. He upped his tempo just a bit more.

“Oh gods, Harry,” she breathed, “I never thought it could be this good!”

He ran the hand that he was using to stroke her clit down into her folds—gathering moisture, caressing fleshy lips, sliding over soft skin—then returning to her clit where he ran it back and forth as rapidly as he could manage, increasing the stimulation she was receiving. She made a sound like all the air being forced from her lungs followed rapidly by a quick, sharp squeal and then she came again.

This girl is on a hair trigger, he thought. He stopped running his fingers back and forth and just slowly kneaded the area surrounding her clitoris. He slowed his pace down a bit to give her a bit of a break but it didn’t seem to matter; she was already building towards another orgasm. Or maybe, she was still on her first and it just kept being extended. Either way, he could tell that she wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long before she simply gave out; he was going to have to keep this encounter short.

He began thrusting quite rapidly and she noticed immediately.

“Oh, Harry,” she said. “Oh, gods. Oh, Harry!” It became a mantra that she repeated over and over, though she couldn’t seem to go more than ten or twelve repetitions before she’d squeal, clench down on his cock and come all over him.

He took his hands off her breast and cunt and grabbed her hips, using them as leverage to thrust faster and deeper.

Several minutes later and she was becoming incoherent; her mantra devolving into something that resembled, “Ohah, oguh, ohah, oguh.” He had lost track of the number of times she’d come as they started running together. It seemed to him as though she was simply in the midst of one incredibly long orgasm. He hadn’t known it was possible, but then again, less than a week before, he’d been a virgin himself with his only experience with girls being just one notch past platonic.

Still he plunged in and out of her hot, velvety slick sex; her muscles, controlled by the constant climax she was undergoing, milking and caressing his cock to the point of his own release.

“Oh, God, Parvati,” he called. “I’m going to come!” The pressure in his balls built to the point that they felt as though they would burst, and then he felt the first contraction. He grunted and nearly fell on top of her as he sprayed her welcoming pussy with his seed; squirt after squirt decorating the entrance to her womb. He stopped thrusting and let the fading rhythmic contractions of her sex draw the last of his semen from him.

“Oh, God, Parvati,” he said again, “That was wonderful.”

There was no response from her. He leaned over and looked at her. Her eyes were closed and she was limp. He shook her shoulder and still received no response. He pulled out of her—rivulets of white trailing down her inner thighs—and pulled his wand from a pocket of his robes.

“ Rennervate, ” he said, pointing at her. Her eyes snapped open and she jerked a bit as though startled. “Are you all right?” he asked.

“What happened?” she asked as she shakily sat up and leaned against the bench. Her eyes sought him out.

“I think you passed out.”

“Oh,” she said, clearly embarrassed, “I didn’t mean to. It was just so intense.” She appeared to be trying valiantly to gather her bearings. “Did, um— Did you. . .?”

For a moment he was confused, then he realized that she was worried that her passing out kept him from coming. He cleared his throat and couldn’t help but glance down at the trail of his come sliding slowing down her thighs. She followed his eyes and put her hand between her legs coming up with a smear of white. She looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Inside?” she squeaked. “I could. . .”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he said. “I can’t get you pregnant.” He blushed at voicing such a concept to the naked girl in front of him.

“Oh,” she said. She seemed shocked by this bit of information. “Really? You’re sure?”

He nodded. “Tested just two days ago,” he said.

She looked around, apparently not knowing how to respond to that. Then she brightened.

“Well, in that case,” she said with an impish smile, “perhaps we can make this a regular thing? If you can make me pass out with pleasure every time. . .” She left the thought hanging.

He smiled right back at her. “As long as you don’t mind sharing,” he said just as impishly.

She slipped her knickers back on as he grabbed his shorts.

“Sharing, huh?” she asked with a small smile. “And just who might that be?”

“Oh, no,” he said as he reached for his robes. “I don’t fuck and tell.”

She seemed disappointed by this until she realized that also meant that he wouldn’t tell anyone else about her.

They finished dressing and checked each other over at the door to make sure there was no evidence of their little encounter.

“Well, I’m definitely going to want at least another go, Mr. Potter,” she said as she picked a spot of imaginary lint off his robes. “Most likely many, many more than that.”

“I look forward to that, Miss Patil.”

They slipped out the door and did their best to sneak up behind their classmates as they were all focused on the unicorns in the pen. Harry thought they’d made it until he looked over and saw Malfoy watching him. He waited the entire rest of the lesson for Malfoy to say something inappropriate but it never came.

As they entered the castle after class however, Malfoy chose to make his presence known.

“Think you can get away with anything Potter?” he drawled.

Harry choose to feign ignorance. “Just what are you on about, Malfoy?” He turned to see not only the blond Slytherin himself and his usual bookends but also Pansy Parkinson—who was hanging on Malfoy’s arm—Blaise Zabini and a weedy looking boy whose name Harry didn’t know. Harry portrayed confidence but inside he was worried that Malfoy had noticed both he and Parvati joining the class late and that he might jump to conclusions. After all, as large as it was, the right conclusion was fairly easy to land on.

“I saw you sneaking your way into that big oaf’s class, if you can call it that,” he said. “Think you can come and go as you please just because you got yourself in that tournament?” He tapped the badge on his chest which promptly displayed it’s customary “Potter stinks”.

“What’s the matter, Malfoy,” he asked. “Jealous? Feeling inadequate?”

“You wish,” Malfoy said. “I’m sure that professor Snape would be interested to know that you were late to one of your classes.”

“And I’m sure that professor McGonagall would be curious as to why you run to Snape instead of bringing it to the attention of the professor whose class it was.”

Malfoy sneered at him. “You think you’re so special just because you’ve got that ugly scar on your head. You’re nothing Potter. I’m better than you and everyone knows it.”

“Better than me?” Harry said incredulously. “Malfoy, no one likes you unless they’re too stupid to know different.”

Pansy looked over at Harry and crinkled her nose at him. “Now who’s the jealous one?”

Malfoy laughed and there were several nods of agreement from the Slytherins in attendance.

Jealous, eh? Harry thought. He glanced at Pansy, who was back to watching Malfoy with love in her eyes. Perhaps he could embarrass both of them and take them down a peg. He felt for the thread of magic that connect him to the Slytherin girl hanging on Malfoy’s every word and increased it a bit. She looked over at Harry and her eyes widened. He increased it a bit more and her grip on Malfoy’s arm slackened.

“Too bad for you that you’ll never be as good as a Malfoy, Potter,” he drawled.

It was at that moment that Pansy detached herself from Malfoy’s arm and crossed the gap to Harry. Malfoy watched with a smile, likely thinking that she was going to do something horrible to him.

“Hello, Harry,” she said shyly. “Perhaps we could go somewhere a little more private?”

Harry reduced the “pull” on Pansy and held her at arms length.

“Pansy,” Malfoy said, sounding shocked. “What are you doing?”

“What’s the matter, Malfoy?” he taunted. “Can’t hang on to your girl?”

“What did you do to her Potter?” Malfoy demanded.

“Do?” Harry asked. “Did you see me wave my wand or give her a potion? You’re just not man enough for her, more like.” He turned her around and gave her a small push back towards Malfoy. The other Slytherins had expressions that varied from shocked to confused. “I’m afraid, however, that she’s just not up to my usual standards.” He turned to Pansy. “Not that I don’t appreciate the offer, Parkinson, but I think you should stick to fawning over the crown ponce of Slytherin over there.”

Malfoy was turning red, but whether it was from anger or embarrassment, Harry didn’t know. Probably both. Pansy seemed reluctant to go back to Malfoy.

Harry turned to continue on to the Great Hall. Over his shoulder he called back, “I’d tell you that someday you’ll be man enough to keep a girl happy, Malfoy, but I just can’t bring myself to give you false hope like that.”

Malfoy just stood there, apparently unsure what to do.





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After the incredibly long delay, Chapter 10 is posted.



I had intended to keep writing while I had no internet, but, not being able to post, I lost my muse. Now I'm back, however and I am actually one chapter ahead. I intend to post the rest of the story on a regular schedule (Saturdays and Wednesdays at midnight) until It's complete (as in, once I've finished writing it). Once it is, I'll post whatever chapters remain to be posted once a day.



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