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Harry Potter: Not mine, but if they want to give it away, I’m not averse to taking it.



A/N It wasn’t until Belthazor2 on FicWad made a comment about “another closet girl” that I realized I’d seen the same thing in GinnyMyLove’s Searching for the Power. I didn’t intentionally take the idea from that story—sex in a dark cupboard merely solved a problem for me—but I can’t deny that, subconsciously, it was probably rattling around in my head from that story. So I give much belated credit to GinnyMyLove for the idea of “closet girl”.



Still haven't figured out who “mystery girl” (or “closet girl”) is? That's too bad. ’Cause Harry knows who she is. It was never really meant to be a mystery. I’m really surprised so few guessed her identity; all the clues are there. . .





The Unexpected Result Of. . .





. . .Being Observed





After they’d sent Ginny back to her own bed, the remaining trio fell asleep with Harry holding Gabby in his arms and Fleur curled up at the foot of his bed.

In the morning, after Hermione came up to wake them and help get Harry ready for the day, they asked about the new Desmi.

“The iron tag on her collar indicates that it’s a Desmi Theros,” she explained. “She’s your Meli or Pet. The book didn’t say anything about two Masters, however. And nothing at all about a Sub also being a Master to a Pet. There’s also nothing about two females in a Desmi. Or a three-way Desmi. I find it difficult to believe that the book could be that thorough if it leaves out something that significant. I would be happy to check some other books if you’d like, Master.” She looked at her Master with such a hopeful expression.

Harry sighed. He looked down at Fleur, who was still curled up at the foot of the bed. He then looked at Gabby and then back to Hermione.

“Not just now,” he said, making his decision. “I want you to go to the Library this morning and find anything you can in the Hogwarts by-laws that allow or disallow our little. . . situation.”

“Master,” she said. “I will follow your orders of course, but I already know that it is not against the rules. I took the liberty of checking last night.”

Harry smiled at her. “Of course you did,” he said, his tone indicating his pride. “I shouldn’t have expected anything less from my Hermione.”

She beamed at his praise.

“In that case,” he continued, “Hermione, I want you to go wake slut and then the two of you join us in the showers.” Hermione smiled, clearly happy about being allowed to perform her function at last. She immediately turned and headed for the door. “Oh, and Hermione,” he added. She turned back.

“Yes, Master?” she asked.

Harry concentrated and made Ginny unnoticeable.

“Have her leave her clothes there. She’ll be naked today.”

Gabby threw her arms around Harry and hugged him tightly.

“There’s something different, this morning, isn’t there, Master,” she asked.

He nodded against her head. “I think there is,” he said. “I feel different. More accepting, if that makes any sense.”

She pulled back and look him in the eye as though trying to discern his meaning.

“You know how I feel about you,” he said, trying to clarify. She nodded tentatively. “Ever since that day that I was stupid and almost lost you I’ve tried to show you that I not only accept, but love you.” She leaned back in and squeezed him. “But the others were unexpected and something of a shock in their own way. I think it took me a while to come to terms with them. That’s why I kept sending Ginny and Hermione to their classes.”

“But now?” she prompted.

“I don’t know for sure,” he said, “but something’s changed. I want to walk down the halls with my girls beside me. All of them. Even—” He jerked his head at their latest acquisition. “Which reminds me. . .” He turned to Fleur. “Get up.” Fleur was instantly on her knees with her chin on her chest. Harry put his hand on her shoulder. “From now on, until I say different, your name is Bitch, understand?” The newly christened Bitch nodded without looking up.

Gabby watched as Harry pulled her arms behind her back and clipped them together. He found it surprisingly easy. He then retrieved her lead and clipped it to her collar. He handed Gabby the lead whilst he slipped on his boxers and dressing gown. Then He took it back and tugged gently.

“Come along, Bitch,” he said. She followed the pair, shoulders back and breasts thrown out because of the clips holding her arms behind her, but her chin still rested on her chest. Harry stopped her.

“Are you ashamed, Bitch?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“Then hold your head up,” he said. “Be proud that you’re a pet.”

She did as he commanded. He had to admit to himself that a naked Fleur Delacour on a lead was fairly arousing, whatever his feelings for her had been over the past few days. He gently pulled again and they continued their way to the showers.

To say that Hermione was delighted to be included in Harry’s morning ritual would be an understatement. Once she had arrived with the naked Ginny—and then retrieved Harry’s shower kit which he’d forgotten back in his room—she took great pleasure in disrobing Harry and setting his shower to the proper temperature. She then disrobed, took his soap and a sponge and began to lather him from head to toe.

To say that Harry was dubious about allowing Hermione to help him shower would be an understatement. Once she was soaping him up, however, all his hesitation flew right out the window. Her hands were soft and smooth and her touch delicate. She lovingly washed every part of his body, even the parts that, as a boy, he tended to neglect. There was nothing sexual in the way she performed her duty, but to imply that there was nothing sensual about it would be a lie. The distinction between those two words was something that Harry had never given any thought previously and even now, as he grew hard as a result of her careful ministrations, he was having a difficult time doing so.

Noticing his condition, Gabby dropped to her knees in front of him and took his soap covered cock deep into her mouth. The sensation of her writhing tongue and the moist heat of her mouth combined with the extra slipperiness provided by the soap had him biting his lip to keep control.

As the euphoria of the sudden pleasure that had threatened to overwhelm him slipped into what was, for Harry, becoming a standard, pleasurable round of fellatio, Harry looked down and the girl attached to his cock. He smiled in wonder at her enthusiasm.

“Not that I don’t appreciate it,” he said, “because I really do, but doesn’t the soap taste bad?”

It was not Gabby that answered, however.

“As a Veela,” said Hermione without missing a caress of his body, “she has the ability to neutralize most foreign substances that enter her body during sexual acts. It’s a defence mechanism.”

“Ah, that would explain how she can give a blow job after. . .” The image caught up with him and he couldn’t finish the sentence.

“. . .after you’ve buggered someone?” supplied Hermione.

“That’s what I was trying not to think about, yeah,” he said.

“Sorry, Master,” she replied.

Gabby redoubled her efforts on his cock as though to make him forget about the previous conversation. Not surprisingly, it worked as all Harry was aware of were the lips, tongue, mouth and throat that were driving him towards his first orgasm of the day.

Hermione, now finished washing Harry, had simply moved on to washing Gabby, diligently lathering her even as she rested on her knees with a cock in her mouth. In one of his more lucid moments—as the pleasure of Gabby’s expertise kept driving Harry’s eyes farther back than they normally went—he noticed that Ginny had taken it upon herself to wash Bitch. Although she washed every part of Harry and Gabby’s new pet, she seemed much more interested in cleaning the girl’s more sensitive parts, paying particular attention to the blonds cunt. There seemed to be something off about Bitch’s reactions however.

“You like that, Bitch?” he asked of the girl. “You like what she’s doing to you?”

Bitch looked at him with a glazed look and there was no hesitation before she nodded, but still, something was off. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. He was distracted, however, as Gabby chose that moment to take him down her throat and swallow repeatedly. The action sent him over the tipping point and he had to brace himself on her shoulders when his knees threatened to give way as he unloaded straight down her throat. He took a moment, relaxing under the spray of the shower to recover from that wonderful climax. The look on his face and the reactions of his body were all the thanks that Gabby needed.

After a job well done, Gabby stepped into the streaming water and rinsed herself off. She then took over for Ginny who was now being washed by Hermione and rinsed Bitch off. Harry moved over next to Gabby and slid his hand in between Bitch’s legs, cupping her sex. He fondled and stroked and caressed but something was somehow off about her. He asked Gabby if she noticed anything. She didn’t

“It’s because she’s a Meli,” said Hermione matter of factly without her hands so much as pausing in their movements over Ginny’s smooth skin. At Harry’s prompting, she continued. “Fleur is a pet—”

“Bitch,” interrupted Gabby. “Her name is now Bitch.”

“Oh,” said Hermione, accepting the new name without question. “Bitch is a pet. According to the book, she’s something to be used, mocked, humiliated and denigrated. She’s considered nearly sub-human. You—or anyone for that matter, with your permission—may have sexual contact with her, but she will feel no pleasure in it. She is incapable of arousal or orgasm. She knows how to fake the signs of pleasure and arousal and can imitate arousal and orgasm perfectly, including the release of vaginal fluid, but it is an act on her part.

“So, why is it that Master noticed and I didn’t,” asked Gabby. “I’m a sex toy. Sex is instinct to me—like breathing. It didn’t look like she was faking to me.”

“You can’t tell because she can fake it so perfectly,” said Hermione. “The only reason that you, Master, can tell is because you’re a Tyrannos. You can sense what will most arouse any partner at any given time and that helps drive your desire. Since a Meli cannot become aroused, what you normally sense from a partner is missing. I would imagine she seems a bit less than human to you. Am I right, Master?”

Harry looked at Bitch, now clean and dripping wet. He realized with a shock that what Hermione said was true. He felt nothing from her. It was subtle, something he likely would have never noticed had she not pointed it out to him, but she was right nevertheless.

“I think you’re right as usual, Hermione,” he said. He felt bad on some level for admitting it, but Bitch didn’t seem to care one way or the other.

“That’s just perfect,” said Gabby as Hermione guided Ginny out of the shower and began towelling her off.

“What’s that?” he asked as he stepped out of the shower himself. He reached for a towel, but Hermione immediately abandoned Ginny and took his towel and began drying him. He was obviously her priority. She would serve the others willingly and without being asked, but she would always serve him first. He realized he liked that.

“The reason my sister initiated the Desmi was because she wanted to come,” Gabby explained. “You wouldn’t let her come during the completion and now that she’s a Meli, she’ll never come again.”

Hermione diligently towelled off everyone in the room (though simply casting a drying charm on herself) except Gabby, who refused to be dried as normal.

“Master likes it when I’m dripping wet,” she said before prancing off to the dorm.

The rest of the group followed along in her wake and, after arriving at his wardrobe, Harry had to insist that, although he didn’t mind Hermione selecting his clothes for the day—especially since all he ever wore was standard Hogwarts black—he was more that capable of dressing himself. There were just some things that Hermione would likely never do for him.

Once he was dressed—Hermione being the only other dressed person in the group, and she had simply put her diaphanous blue robes back on before they’d left the showers—they made their way down to breakfast, Gabby holding tight to Bitch’s lead.

Harry expected to make waves walking into the great hall trailing a nearly naked Hermione Granger, not to mention Fleur Delacour nude and on a lead, but he received no more attention than he normally did. Even the professors already present at the staff table seemed to see nothing out of place with the entourage making their way down one side of the Gryffindor table.

Hermione—who sat on one side of Harry, whilst Gabby sat on the other and Ginny and Bitch sat on either side of them—insisted on serving Harry breakfast which simply meant that she fixed his plate for him. He was grateful that she didn’t try to feed him as well.

Never a morning person, Ron stumbled into the Hall with only fifteen minutes before class and loaded up his plate with enough food for three people. Harry watched him carefully but he seemed to pay Hermione not attention at all and failed to even notice Fleur. Harry still had Ginny unnoticeable and, of course, Gabby did nothing to call attention to herself. After Ron and Harry said good morning to each other, Harry left for History of Magic—trailed by his girls, of course. Ron said that he’d be there in a few minutes.

On their way up the stairs to the first floor, Harry turned to Hermione.

“I don’t remember you saying anything about a Meli being unnoticeable,” he said.

“It wasn’t in the book, Master,” she said. “It’s possible that, because she has also has Gabrielle as a Mistress, she may share some of the same. . . attributes.”

He thought about it. “Makes sense,” he said.

“It’s just a theory, Master,” she said. “I could do some research if you like.”

“Not just now,” he said. “After class. I want you with me. You don’t mind taking notes for me, do you?”

“Of course not, Master,” she said.

“I won’t have you do it for every class, but History is a different matter altogether.”

Once they were settled in class—sitting nearer the front this time, as he had no plans to finger fuck Gabby to an earth-shattering silent orgasm this time—Hermione pulled parchment, quill and ink from his bag and prepared to take notes. Gabby leaned over and whispered a question in his ear. He nodded at her and beckoned Ginny over.

“Until the end of class,” he told her quietly before anyone else had entered the room, “if you need to come, ask me silently, slut. I will nod or shack my head, but you must be silent. Understand?” She nodded.

Gabby handed Bitch’s lead to Harry and dragged Ginny up to the front of the classroom, near Binns’ desk, where Harry would have a good view of the show.

Slowly, but surely, the other student’s began trickling in, each sparing a glance—or more—at the naked Veela standing near Harry Potter. Harry wasn’t sure why, but she seemed to be noticeable now, though none of the students showed any emotion beyond curiosity or mild, fleeting surprise, however, which surprised Harry just as much as the fact that they saw her at all. He reckoned that they simply saw her as his pet and not the naked, alluring Veela that she actually was. Harry pulled his pet down so that she was sitting on his left leg, facing the front of the class.

As Binns drifted through the blackboard and began the lesson for the day, Harry’s attention drifted over to the two girls a few feet to the ghostly professor’s right. Ginny was lying on her back with her legs spread wide and Gabby was lying on top of her in the opposite direction. Each was slowly and casually licking the other girl’s pussy—licking lips, kissing flesh, teasing clits. The fact that it was happening in the middle of a class made it all the more erotic. Harry found himself sliding his fingers through Bitch’s delicate folds, just enjoying the feel of pussy sliding beneath his hands.

“Mr. Perkins, I must ask you why you have that creature sitting on your lap,” said Binns to Harry in one of his more cognizant moments.

Feeling bold, partially from whatever switch had been thrown in his brain the previous night and also because of the gratuitous sex act being performed practically right under Binns’ nose, not to mention the naked, willing, and rather sexy girl allowing him to publicly fondle her most private parts, he replied, “She’s my pet, sir. I just got her. It’s a bonding thing, sir. It won’t be all the time. I promise.”

Binns seemed somewhat less than satisfied with his response, but acceded all the same, returning to his monotonous tales of bloodthirsty goblins and hapless, innocent witches and wizards.

Ginny and Gabby hadn’t let the pellucid professor interrupt their reciprocal stimulation. Gabby was using one of her hands to stroke along the fleshy outer lips of the girl beneath her, driving Ginny to rake her fingernails across the Veela’s lower back leaving angry red lines criss-crossing porcelain skin. Far from deterring the girl, it seemed to spur her on to increase her lover’s pleasure.

Harry was rock hard and wishing he could join them. His hand had begun slipping fingers into his pet’s slippery sex of their own accord, the sight before him forcing all other thought from his mind. Next to him, Hermione’s note taking was completely ignored, and, though no one in the class was even glancing at the young woman seated on his lap, they could have been drooling over her and masturbating for all he noticed.

He watched as Ginny appeared to take an interest in Gabby’s arsehole. He couldn’t tell for sure at the angle the were lying, but it appeared that the redhead was driving at least one finger into the younger girls back door. In response, the tempo of Gabby’s tongue as it danced across the sex slave’s cunt increased dramatically. She began plunging two fingers in and out of the girl’s now dripping sex, delighting in lapping up the copious fluid that the motion of her fingers and tongue prompted.

Bitch’s most intimate flesh was becoming hot and almost too wet. Harry took to licking his fingers off regularly in a futile and not very practical attempt to dry out the Veela’s sex. He was pleasantly surprised that Bitch tasted very much like her sister—very sweet and nowhere near as musky as some of the other girls he’d tasted.

Binns droned on, Hermione’s quill scratched and skipped its way across the parchment and students daydreamed and dozed and drooled on their desks as Harry saw Ginny raise her head so that she could see him. Her “May I come, Master?” was only mouthed and Harry nodded in response. She buried her face in Gabby’s crotch and her body twitched and spasmed with her release. Gabby licked and fingered and sucked through it all until it passed and Ginny returned to work on the blond’s own pussy.

Gabby was nearing her own release, Harry knew. He could feel it. He feared that when it came, his would accompany it, which would be quite messy and potentially embarrassing. The fact that Bitch’s right leg was innocently touching his rigid cock through his robes only increased his problem. Perhaps Ginny or Gabby could slip unnoticed under his robes and suck him off. But for now, all he could do was bite his lip and clamp down on his need to come.

His hand never stopped stimulating her sopping cunt, however. He’d had to slow down his fingering as she was now quite wet, which caused his ministrations to be quite noisy if he wasn’t careful. He watched as Gabby’s tongue and lips and fingers tried desperately to stimulate Ginny to another orgasm even as the girl lying beneath her attempted to do the same to her. At one point, Gabby stopped her licking and raise her head, panting with arousal and approaching climax. She abandoned the older girl’s cunt altogether, raised herself up on one arm and began grabbing and pulling and twisting at her own chest. Harry imagined seizing the girl’s nipples and pulling and twisting and making them snap back painfully. Gabby was attempting to do just that.

She used her weight and ground her pussy down on the teasing mouth of her partner trying desperately to eke out that last little bit of stimulation to push her over the edge. She finally raised herself up onto her heels and, with her one hand still abusing her own chest, used her other to pull and pinch her clit. Harry felt a kind of euphoric thrill pass though him as Gabby bit her lip, threw her head back and came all over Ginny’s face. He held his breath as his cock throbbed and twitched dangerously but he managed to hold off his orgasm.

The rest of the class passed in a similar fashion, with Gabby and Ginny working themselves into a sexual frenzy—Ginny occasionally asking for permission to come—while Harry did his best to stop himself making a mess, at least with his cock, Bitch was another matter altogether. Hermione paused in her note taking more than once to discreetly dry Harry’s robes where Bitch’s fluids had soaked them through. By the time the bell had rung, Ginny and Gabby were pleasantly sated and Harry had a raging erection and desperately wanted to shag the closest willing pussy he could find.

Before the quintet left the room, Gabby had taken Bitch’s lead from her Master and people seemed to forget that their pet was even there. It seemed to Harry—and Hermione agreed, though she said she would like to research it with Harry’s permission—that if Gabby was in control, Bitch went unnoticed but if Harry had control of her, she was merely accepted as the pet of a fellow classmate. They decided to walk Hermione to the library on their way up to Gryffindor tower as Harry had free time until lunch and he was in desperate need of release.

“Hello again, Harry.” They were nearing the library when the shy voice stopped him in his tracks. He turned to look at the girl.

“Hello again to you too, Cloyssa,” he said with a smile. She was dressed in her Hogwarts uniform of course and her hair was pulled back into a short ponytail. “How’ve you been?”

She blushed a bit. “Fine,” she said. She looked embarrassed and Harry was pretty sure he knew what was on her mind. His suspicions were confirmed when, after a short pause, she leaned close to him and whispered, “I can’t get the library out of my mind now.”

He grinned and glanced around but the hallways were clear except for the six of them; there were classes going on for most of the school.

“Are you asking for a repeat?” he asked knowingly.

She appeared to fight with her sense of propriety and win. She nodded.

“The library again?” he asked. He noticed Gabby watching the conversation with rapt attention.

“I guess,” Cloyssa said. “I just wish there was somewhere a little more. . .” She couldn’t seem to bring herself to complete the thought.

“Public?” he offered. “Without being caught?” She nodded vigorously. “Hermione,” he said, turning to her. “Would you be so good as to go get my invisibility cloak?”

“Yes, Master,” she said, though, instead of heading up the the tower and his trunk, she simply reached into his bag, pulled it out and handed it to him. At his look she said, “My purpose is to make sure you’re prepared for anything, Master. An invisibility cloak is useful for many situations.”

Cloyssa looked from Hermione to Harry and back a few times. “Master?” she asked.

“It’s a long story,” he said.

“I belong to him,” Hermione supplied.

“. . .Which gets even more confusing if you try to shorten it,” Harry said.

“Hermione,” he continued, “go ahead to the library. Gabby, take Ginny and Bitch up to the dorm.”

Hermione departed with a “Yes, Master.”

Gabby, however, handed Bitch’s lead to Ginny and instructed her to go up to the dorm. “There’s no way I’m missing this a second time, Master,” she said.

“Gabby, we’ll be under the cloak, you won’t be able to see us and it won’t fit three.” Technically, that was a lie as he, Ron and Hermione had been under the cloak together more than once. However, with the need to move underneath it whilst having sex, plus the imperativeness of not being caught, meant that it just couldn’t be done. Cloyssa was watching the interchange with a bemused expression.

“I don’t have to be under the cloak,” she said. “No one is going to notice me.”

“You won’t be able to see anything though,” he said. “We’ll be under an invisibility cloak.”

“I don’t care, Master,” she said. “I want to come.”

“After all that coming you did in History of Magic?” Cloyssa’s eyes went wide and Gabby blushed.

“You know what I mean,” she said determinedly.

“All right,” he said. He turned to Cloyssa. “So, where did you have in mind?” he asked cheekily.

The Ravenclaw seemed to take a moment to get her brain working after listening to that conversation. She pointed at Gabby. “Is she going to watch us?” Harry simply grinned and nodded. Cloyssa’s own grin slowly turned lusty. “How about right here?”

Harry threw the cloak over them.

“No, wait!” she said. He pulled the cloak back. “I have an idea. . .”

What eventually happened was that Harry slipped into a disused classroom and stripped, stuffing his clothes in his bag and donning the cloak. The bag he had hidden under a dusty desk back in the corner of the room. Harry and Gabby then followed Cloyssa to the Ravenclaw common room and over to the stairs to the girls dorms. Cloyssa slipped up to her dorm, stripped herself and, when it was clear, sneaked back down the stairs to Harry and the safety of the cloak. She was quite lovely, he noticed as he took in her naked body for the first time—ample breasts on her average frame, flaring hips, tight, flat stomach, and a mound of light brown pubic hair that, while clearly untrimmed, covered only a small patch just above her labia. The pair then made their way over to stand in front of the couch where Gabby had planted herself and was already running her hand over her bald little cunt.

Cloyssa looked over at Gabby and watched her finger her pussy for a few seconds before turning and attacking Harry’s lips with her own.

“You have no idea just how hot this makes me,” she breathed once the kiss was broken.

Harry slipped a hand down and gently cupped her already very aroused sex.

“I think I have some idea,” he said cheekily. He looked around at the common room. It was by no means full as most of the Ravenclaws were in various classes or the library, but apparently the fifth and third years had a free period as there were several from each group quietly studying.

Cloyssa was looking at Gabby again, and breathing hard. “How is it that she can be doing that and nobody sees her?” she asked.

“Gabby can’t be noticed unless something calls attention to her,” he replied. She looked dubious—despite the evidence in front of her—without taking her eyes off the self-pleasuring girl.

“If that’s true,” she whispered, “then I envy her.”

“Really?” Harry said into her ear. “Right now you’re standing naked in the middle of your common room about to have sex where anyone could bump into us, or hear us. The cloak could slip and give us away. And the cloak isn’t perfect.” She looked at him with wide, hungry eyes. “I know for sure that professor Moody can see right—” He kissed her cheek. “—through—” He kissed her mouth. “—it.” He kissed her neck. She stifled a moan.

“Take me, Harry,” she said huskily. “Fuck me right here, right now.”

He took his cock in hand but instead of placing it at the entrance to her cunt, slipped in between her thighs. He pushed so that it slid along her dripping sex and poked out from her legs beneath her arse cheeks. At the same time, he moved his hands around and allowed them to glide softly over her thighs and arse and hips, tickling and teasing and titillating. Cloyssa gasped as he lowered his head and nuzzled her neck, kissing and licking and gently sucking—not enough to leave a mark but certainly enough to send chills flitting through her body. She buried her own face in his neck and bit it to keep from crying out at the things he was doing to her.

He continued to thrust slowly back and forth with his cock, just lightly grazing her desperate sex and she clung to him and finally lifted her head and looked around the room. He followed her gaze as it moved from Gabby—who’s eyes were glazed, her pussy wet and her fingers busy—to a group of her fellow fifth years working on homework near the stairs to the boys dorms, to a pair of third years playing a game of chess, to a lone third year girl apparently reading a newspaper.

She turned back to Harry and stared in his eyes. She didn’t need to say anything. Harry simply slipped back a little farther, wedging his cock at her eager entrance. With a gentle push and a shift of his hips he slid inside her. She gasped and one of the chess players looked in their direction. They froze with him throbbing inside and her squeezing him in her excitement. He gripped her arse and kneaded the fleshy globe as the boy regained interest in his game.

“You want to be caught,” he said. She shook her head but her eyes displayed overwhelming arousal. “You want someone to come over here and rip this cloak off.” He began thrusting into her—slowly, deliberately. “You want all these people to see you being fucked right here in your common room.” She wrapped her arms under his and gripped his shoulders tightly. She bit her lip and shook her head again but her eyes were now dancing between the others in the room. “You want them all to see my cock sliding in and out of your cunt.” She took a deep breath, releasing it slowly and shakily. Her grip on him tightened. “You want them to see you orgasm—to see your juices flowing down your thighs whilst I fill your hot, tight, slick pussy full of come.”

She buried her head in his neck again to stifle a squeal. This time it was the girl with the newspaper that directed her attention towards them. Cloyssa looked up and her eyes seemed to lock with the other girl’s—though Harry knew that they couldn’t actually be seen. Still he thrust into her slowly, carefully, deeply as she lived out her fantasy of semi-public copulation. He watched the girl’s eyes drift from approximately their direction over to the couch where Gabby was now busy sliding three fingers in and out of herself—her smooth, hairless cleft glistening in the light from the windows.

“You think she sees us?” he asked, nodding at the girl. Cloyssa shivered and her cunt spasmed. “You think she knows we’re here? You think that she’s just being polite and not saying anything?” Cloyssa’s inner walls contracted around him suddenly. “You think that she’s just watching us, perhaps trying to pick up a few tips?” Cloyssa moaned so softly that Harry barely heard it. She clung tightly to him as her knees were apparently threatening to buckle. “You think she can smell you? Your arousal? Your steaming, twitching cunt? You think she’s going to tell all your house mates just how you’ve been using your common room?”

Cloyssa tried to say something but all that came out was a “shhh” noise as she unexpectedly came. Harry slowed his thrusts a bit, just to keep her orgasm going without overstimulating her. The noise she’d made was louder than Harry would have liked as both chess boys were now looking in their direction. The newspaper girl had gone back to her reading but kept throwing glances towards the couch, apparently convinced that whatever she was hearing was coming from that direction.

Still Cloyssa trembled against him as her climax washed over and through her and he continued to slide and grind into her as her knees shook and threatened to give way. Eventually, her orgasm subsided and she regained her footing so Harry picked up the pace a bit, pushing deep into her with every stroke. Cloyssa planted kisses all over him but watched the others in the room intently.

“Oh, gods, Harry,” she breathed. “That was so good. Don’t stop.” Harry had no intention of stopping. He thrust into her as he caressed her arse with one hand and sought out her breasts with the other. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around him, pulling him even deeper into her depths. He stroked and teased her nipple, gently rolling it between his fingers. He desperately wanted to put his mouth on it and suck, but within the confines of the cloak, such a move was impractical to say the least. He settled for licking up along the artery in her neck. She gasped as he did so and he pulled away instantly.

They looked at each other in fright as her gasp had been rather loud. Newspaper girl, the chess boys and one of the study group were all looking in their direction. They froze and held their breath. Gabby had stopped finger fucking herself as well and had raised her eyebrows in their direction, making lazy circles of her clit with slick fingers. One of the chess boys stood and, never taking his eyes off their general direction, made his way over.

“Lift your other leg,” he breathed in her ear. As she did so, he interlocked his fingers under her arse. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she left the ground, wrapped around Harry’s waist, still impaled deeply on his cock. He could feel her inner walls rippling and twitching as the boy grew closer. He carefully and slowly walked nearer the statue of Rowena Ravenclaw in an effort to get out of the boy’s way.

Cloyssa’s breathing was irregular and shallow as the muscles in her belly tensed and relaxed at seemingly random intervals. She may not have wanted to be caught, but the idea certainly excited her. Feeling suddenly bold, he gently pulled, raising her up off his cock a bit only to let her slide back down. She gripped his neck tightly and breathed on his shoulder as she watched the boy snoop around where they’d been standing moments before. Her pussy pulsing and grasping as it was, Harry was afraid that she was going to have another orgasm with her fellow Ravenclaw standing not 5 feet away. The sensations he was feeling was driving him nearer the edge as well.

The boy looked around, occasionally taking a step this way or that, as the others in the room—including Harry, Cloyssa and Gabby—looked on. Again, Harry lifted Cloyssa up an inch or two before dropping her back down on his cock. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood. He repeated the motion and her hands clenched into fists and shook with the effort to remain silent.

“You see anything?” the other chess boy asked. There was a moment before the one standing almost within reaching distance of the mating couple looked back and shook his head. Harry lifted and dropped again. Cloyssa bit his shoulder. The boy turned his head and sniffed the air.

“Smells kind of funny, though,” he said. Cloyssa’s eyes went wide and her pussy clamped down on Harry’s invading cock. One of the fifth years stood and walked over, his nose clearly working as he moved his head around.

“Smells like sex,” he announced.

Cloyssa’s teeth dug into the skin on Harry’s shoulder as she came hard, clutching his neck as if her life depended on it. Adrenaline coursed through Harry’s veins: he was standing in the Ravenclaw common room, wearing absolutely nothing but an invisibility cloak while an equally naked girl orgasmed around his rigid cock, not more than a step and arm’s reach away from two of her fellow house mates. The muscles in her cunt undulated and massaged and teased him to the very brink. He managed to hold off, however; he didn’t think he could hold Cloyssa up through his own orgasm and she was currently in no condition to help.

The fifth year sniffed around some more, smelling various pieces of furniture, ending up with the couch on which Gabby was currently sitting.

“I think it’s the couch,” he said to the group. “Maybe someone got lucky last night.” Newspaper girl giggled. Harry wondered if, perhaps she’d been lucky on that couch.

The fifth year had had no way of knowing, of course, but his nose had been less than a hand’s breadth away from Gabby’s dripping pussy at its closest point. She’d held her breath until he’d stood up and walked away. Now, having been so unbelievably close to being caught masturbating in public like that, the over-sensitive sex toy exploded in her own orgasm, flooding the bond with a sudden wash of pleasure, sending Harry over the edge without warning.

Harry’s knees buckled but he somehow kept his feet as his cock throbbed and he spilled himself deep into Cloyssa’s still twitching sex. His orgasm seemed to be impossibly long as he kept pumping and pumping his seed up into her channel. Cloyssa must have realized he’d climaxed as she hissed in a breath over her bitten lower lip. Her cunt contracted a few more times but Harry didn’t think she’d actually had another orgasm.

She slowly and shakily lowered her legs, taking a moment to find her balance.

“Oh my gods, Harry,” she breathed in his ear. “That was perfect.” She stood still for a moment, trying to catch her breath and Harry was grateful for the time to catch his own.

Eventually, they worked their way over to the girl’s staircase and, making sure that no one was coming, Cloyssa slipped out from under the cloak and darted up the stairs. Even though she moved quickly, there was no mistaking the huge glob of semen dripping down the inside of her right thigh.

A few minutes later, and Cloyssa had returned, fully dressed and looking, to Harry anyway, like she’d just had the shag of her life. She opened the door for them, so that Harry and Gabby could sneak out, then met Harry in the empty classroom he’d used to remove his clothes. Not feeling the need to be modest, he dropped the cloak before reaching for his clothes. Cloyssa was on him in a second, kissing and licking his face and neck and chest.

“That was amazing, Harry!” she exclaimed. He smiled at the ebullient girl.

“Yes, it was,” he said. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Liked it? I loved it! It was the best ever!” she said. “Not that there have been many times, but— Oh, wow!” She pulled away from Harry and practically spun in place. “After that little firstie watched us in the library, I’d never though it would be that good again, but this—” She grabbed Harry back in another hug as he was in the middle of slipping his shorts on. “This was better!”

Her enthusiasm was catching and Harry laughed with her. She broke away from Harry and pulled Gabby into a hug.

“And you,” she said, “sitting there watching us, but not— And rubbing yourself like that? Oh, gods, I envy you. I’d be fucking all the time, in every public place I could find— In the middle of Diagon Alley right at noon! A Hogsmeade weekend, right on top of Madam Rosmerta’s bar! On top of the teacher’s table during the welcoming feast!”

Harry had finished dressing and picked up his bag.

“We can do this again, right?” she pleaded, looking at Harry. “Please say we can do this again.”

“No promises,” he said with a smile. “But I don’t see why not. It was pretty exciting.”

“And next time,” she said, “can we include. . .” She looked at Gabrielle.

“Gabby,” Harry supplied.

“Gabby,” she said. “Next time can she be, you know, involved ? She looks young and that should be kind of weird, but it isn’t.”

Harry didn’t have to say anything as Gabby just nodded furiously. Cloyssa swept the girl up into another hug and then said goodbye and thanks again to Harry before she left the room.

Both stared at the door for a few moments after she left.

“That girl really likes public sex,” said Gabby. Harry could only nod.

As the pair of them entered the common room a few minutes later, Ron handed Harry a note.

“This came for you not too long ago,” he said. “Some first year brought it in.”

Harry took it, opened it and noted the loopy handwriting.



Mr. Potter,

Some information that concerns you has been brought to my attention. Please come see me in my office as soon as possible.

And do bring your partners with you.



Professor Dumbledore

P. S. The password is Acid Pops.



Harry gulped.

“What is it, Harry?” Ron asked. “I couldn’t open it.”

Harry’s heart was pounding, despite the fact that Hermione had said that he’d done nothing wrong.

“It’s, erm—” He fumbled for something to say. “—private,” he finished lamely.

“Come on, Harry,” he said. “You can tell me.”

“I’d like to, Ron,” he said. And he really would have like to have been able to talk about it with his best friend. But how in the world could he explain Ginny? Or Hermione for that matter. And what would Ron say if he discovered the girl he’d drooled over all year—made a fool of himself in front of her asking her to the Yule Ball—was now his pet. Harry knew he’d seen her in History of magic, but like everyone else he seemed to just see her as a pet, not Fleur Delacour. “I just can’t. Maybe later.”

Ron seemed to accept this, but grudgingly.

“Want to play a game of chess?” he asked hopefully.

“Can’t,” said Harry. He held up the note. “I have to go. See you at lunch.”

Ron just nodded and walked back over towards his chess board, likely hoping to get Neville or Seamus interested in a game.

Harry gestured at Ginny, still holding Fleur’s lead, and the four of them set out for the library and Hermione.

Not fifteen minutes later, the quintet found themselves riding the spiral staircase up to the heavy wooden door with the griffin knocker. Harry took a deep, calming breath and Gabby rubbed her hand along his back comfortingly. He reached up to knock but was stopped by a voice on the other side.

“Come in, Harry,” called the Headmaster.

He pushed open the door and stepped inside, followed by his girls.

Dumbledore gestured towards a seat in front of his desk and Harry walked over and sat. Gabby seated herself in the chair to his left, directing Bitch to kneel at her feet. Ginny mirrored Bitch’s pose but in front of Harry. Hermione stood next to Harry, ready to serve his every need.

Harry looked up at the ageing headmaster and waited for the gavel to fall. He always felt like he’d done something wrong when he was summoned to that office, whether he had or not. Fawkes trilled a long note and flew gracefully over and landed on Harry’s leg.

“Hello, Fawkes,” he said as he ran his hand over the bird’s smooth feathers. Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled. Once Fawkes had flown back to his perch, Dumbledore spoke.

“I think you know why you’re here this morning,” he said.

Harry made no move to confirm or deny so, after a pause, he continued.

“Imagine my surprise when, as Headmaster of this school, I was notified—very discreetly, I might add—that you had entered into a Veela bond.”

Again, Harry made no move of any kind. However, he felt sure that the guilt on his face would be all the confirmation that was needed. Again a pause.

“You are in a Veela bond, are you not?” he asked.

Faced with a direct question, Harry nodded. Dumbledore sighed.

“I must say that I’m disappointed, Harry,” he said. “You know that it is against school rules to have sexual relations on these grounds. Or, indeed, at all while school is in session.”

Harry felt guilty about all the girls he’d had sex with. His mind kept flitting back to Cloyssa under the cloak. But Dumbledore seemed to be implying that it was wrong to bond with Gabby and that just turned his guilt into anger.

“Why would you do this, Harry?” he asked.

“I didn’t have a choice,” he said.

“We all have choices,” Dumbledore said. “You should have been a better person and put a stop to this before it started.”

Gabby glared at the headmaster, but Harry was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“To take advantage of such a young girl—” he continued, but Harry cut him off.

“Professor,” he said. “What do you know of the Veela Desmi?”

Dumbledore looked a bit uncomfortable, but answered, “I know that they rarely happen and that their creation requires an act of sexual intercourse.”

“Are you also aware that if one is initiated without the other person’s consent that it’s considered an act of rape and usually results in a death sentence?”

Dumbledore actually looked shocked. “No,” he said. “I’ll admit that I was not aware of that fact.”

“Then, professor,” he continued, “let me tell you that Gabrielle did not initiate our Desmi of her own free will. It was a combination of my saving her from the lake and her beginning the Veela version of puberty.” Harry flushed a bit partly in embarrassment over discussing something so private with his headmaster and partly because he was angry that the man could be willing to make such decisions without all the facts. “If I hadn’t accepted what she’d done and completed the Desmi with her, she’d either be dead now or counting the days.”

Dumbledore actually looked quite startled by this.

“Well,” he said uncertainly, “if that is indeed the case then I can understand your. . . bond with the little Delacour girl.”

“Potter,” Harry said. Dumbledore looked confused so Harry clarified. “If you were notified, then you know that her name is Gabrielle Potter.”

“Of course,” he replied. “I will have to do my own research to verify your story about the consequences of a one-sided bond.”

Hermione seemed to be itching to say something so Harry nodded to her.

“Actually professor—” she began.

“Ah, Miss Granger,” he said as though she’d just entered the room. When he noticed her state of dress, however, he frowned but continued anyway. “So good of you to join us.”

“Sir,” she said. “My name is Potter as well. It may not be official yet, but I am my Master’s property so I share his name.”

Dumbledore looked disapprovingly at Harry.

“As I was about to say, Professor,” she pressed on, “at my Master’s command, I have researched the Veela Desmi and its consequences extensively.” She went on to explain all about Veela culture and their views of the Desmi and the punishment for initiating without consent, their views on part-Veela and the fact that non-Veela are not allowed to select method of punishment, resulting in a very painful death for the accused. Gabby was in Harry’s lap, shaking and nearly weeping at the end of Hermione’s speech, and Harry was doing his best to comfort her.

Dumbledore managed to look slightly abashed at the sight of the emotional Veela but after a few moments, he pressed on.

“Be that as it may,” he said carefully, “Judging by Miss Granger—excuse me—Ms. Potter’s statement earlier, Miss Delacour was not the only young lady with whom you’ve— formed a connection, shall we say?”

Harry looked up from Gabby and nodded reluctantly.

“Are there any others?” he asked tiredly.

“Ginny was first, sir,” Harry admitted, gesturing down to the girl. Dumbledore started as he first noted the redhead kneeling in front of Harry. “Honestly, we didn’t even know it was possible at the time. We thought it had something to do with Ginny’s crush on me. But then Hermione. . .” He trailed off, the rest not needing to be spoken aloud. “Her bonding to me was also a surprise.” Dumbledore simply nodded, taking in the information without commenting.

“Then, last night, Bi—er, Fleur came to me. . .”

The headmaster seemed to age several years as he noticed the teenage Veela sitting obediently on her heels with a lead firmly attached to her collar and her arms clipped behind her back.

“You bonded with a fellow Tri-Wizard competitor?”

“She had initiated a Desmi with me, also without my consent,” Harry replied, “I merely completed it. Her initiation of the bond was intentional, though she didn’t seem to be aware of the possible consequences for doing so.”

“This will certainly complicate matters,” Dumbledore said. “She still has to compete. It’s a binding magical contract. There’s no way out of it.”

“Actually, sir,” said Hermione, “She doesn’t. A Veela Desmi supersedes even a magical contract. As my Masters property, she cannot enter into any contracts, nor is she subject to any pre-existing contracts, magical or not.”

“Does this mean I don’t have to compete any more?” Harry asked of Hermione.

“I’m afraid not, Master,” she said. “You are a Tyrannos and in full command of your abilities and will. You could, however, choose to have us accompany you during the task as we belong to you.”

“Let’s not be too hasty,” said Dumbledore, holding his hands up. The twinkle had long gone from his eyes. “I’m afraid your connection with Miss Dela— with the Beauxbatons champion—” he corrected, as now she was a Potter, if not officially, “—will likely not be taken well. I will have to break the news to Madame Maxime.” He took a breath and looked at Harry again. “But I suppose that is not something you need concern yourself with.”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. It was short lived.

“Now, about the blatant disregard for the rules. . .”

“Rules, sir?” Harry asked.

“You’ve most obviously had sex on school grounds while school was in session, so, yes, you have indeed broken the rules.”

“That’s not entirely correct, sir,” said Hermione.

Dumbledore looked at the bushy-haired slave.

“My Master obviously had sex with Gabby and Bitch—” Harry flinched and blushed scarlet and Dumbledore’s eyebrows shot up but Hermione continued on without pause. “—but they had both initiated a Veela Desmi and, as it is against the law—even in Britain—to interfere with the creation, existence or function of a Desmi, school rules do not apply in that situation.”

Dumbledore nodded reluctantly. “But what of yourself and Miss Weas— Ms. Pott—” He closed his eyes for a moment, obviously thrown by the fact that there were four Ms. Potters in the room. “What of yourself and. . . Ginevra? You are not Veela and are therefore not subject to the same laws.”

“I’m afraid we are. We are clearly in a Desmi with our Master as he was obviously gifted with the ability to create Desmi with non-Veela. The law does not specifically state that there must be a Veela in the Desmi, only that it, in fact, be a Desmi.”

Harry was content to let the two of them hash it out as he was in way over his head. If Hermione could get him out of this without a loss of points or a detention, he’d already promised himself that he would do anything she asked in thanks.

“But you were also obviously not in a Desmi the first time you were. . . intimate on Hogwarts grounds,” said Dumbledore.

“On the contrary,” said Hermione smoothly, “we cannot be sure of that at all. A normal Veela Desmi requires an initiation and completion. I don’t know about Ginny’s but mine seemed to be spontaneous. Since it was two humans forming the Desmi, however, and as a human-human Desmi is unprecedented, there may have been an initiation phase that none of us were aware of. If that was the case, then we would fall under the protection of the law and not be subject to school rules.”

Dumbledore looked dubious. “ If that were the case. There’s no proof that it is the case, Miss G—” He sighed. “—Ms. Potter.”

“As Chief Warlock of the Wizengammot, I would think that you would be willing to err on the side of caution. The only way to prove that there is no initiation phase is to have my Master try to form another Desmi and have someone attempt to detect the initiation.”

“Out of the question!”

“Then, sir, you will agree that it is best for all concerned that these incidents of sexual contact be allowed—or at least ignored—in this instance.”

The headmaster sat for what seemed to Harry to be a very long time looking at the collection of people arrayed in front of him. Finally, he slumped down as though defeated.

“Very well,” he said. Harry thought he just might faint. Here Dumbledore had concrete evidence that Harry had had sex against school rules and he was getting away with it! “However, I cannot allow you to simply have sex with just anyone. You must restrict your activities to your bond-mates alone. Understood?”

Harry was just about to nod, accepting this small concession for what amounted to a free pass from what would likely have been his greatest punishment to date, when Hermione spoke again.

“Actually, sir,” she said. “The law still applies. The nature of My Masters first Desmi increases his sex drive and allows him to. . . attract the opposite sex. It is now in his nature to bed numerous females. Restricting his ability to do so could conceivably fall under the law prohibiting interference with the function of a Desmi.”

“That’s pushing it.”

“We could always take it before the Wizengammot, sir,” she said.

This time, Harry was sure he was going to faint. Hermione had just suggested that he and his assorted bond-mates drag his sex life out before dozens of strangers! Perhaps even the public! Was she insane? Too afraid to actually say anything at the moment, he shot her a look that, in his mind, clearly said that they were going to talk about this later. So deep in shock was Harry that he almost missed the headmaster’s reply.

“That won’t be necessary,” he said. He turned to Harry. “I trust you can be discreet?” Harry nodded, still too afraid to speak and perhaps break the spell Dumbledore must be under to agree to this. “I will arrange for a suite of rooms in the Married Quarters section to be opened for you. They haven’t been used in over a hundred years, so I’m not sure how long it will take before they’re ready. Can you confine your. . . activities to them once you’ve been moved?” Harry nodded again. Dumbledore sighed as though defeated. “Do an old man a favour, Harry,” he said.

“Of course, sir,” Harry replied quietly.

“Don’t go looking for partners?”

“I promise, sir,” he said.

“I’ll take care of filing the status of your new. . . acquisitions with the Ministry. Do not worry, I will endeavour to be discreet.”

Harry nodded. “Thank you, sir.”

“And I’ll figure out some way to break the news to the Weasleys and the Grangers. I believe you can handle informing the Delacours about their eldest daughter?”

He nodded again.

“Anything else, Harry?” asked Dumbledore.

Harry thought for a moment, then decided to voice what he’d been thinking since the night before. “Yes,” he said. “Hermione and Ginny will no longer be students here.”

Dumbledore looked as though he’d been expecting it and merely nodded in acceptance.

After they were dismissed, it took several minutes for it to sink in. He had not only got away with having sex in the castle, but he was actually given permission to continue to do so as long as he didn’t go looking for it. In truth, he hadn’t had to look for it yet, girls had come looking for him.

“Hermione,” he said, turning to her as they descended to the sixth floor on their way to lunch in the Great Hall, “you were brilliant!” He pulled her into a hug which she eagerly returned. “I can’t believe you got him to agree to all that!”

“Thank you, Master,” she said blushing at his praise. “But it was the truth. The law does exist and it could be interpreted that way.”

“Well, no matter,” he said. “I’ve decided to give you anything you can ask for. Just ask. If it’s within my power to grant it, consider it done.”

She blushed a bit and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“That’s a great idea,” he said. “I’ll stop by and visit the house elves and see if I can set it up.”

“Thank you Master.”

They rounded a corner and found someone waiting for him.

“Hello Harry Potter,” she said. “I’ve been looking for you.”

All thoughts of Hermione’s request were driven from his head as he recognized the speaker.

It was newspaper girl.





A/N Aarrrgh! It’s a cliffhanger! Not really. I’m sure everyone has figured out who newspaper girl is. (Though I thought everyone would know who “mystery girl” was and only two got it right.)



On a more serious note, I just wanted to really thank everyone who has left encouraging reviews. I’ve had very few negative reviews for this story for which I am thankful. I did however receive a review yesterday from someone who had read, as (s)he claimed, part of the first chapter, and instead of deciding that the story was not for them and moving on, left a review calling me a “sick prick” and inviting me to “take a bullet”, which I read as suggesting that I kill myself. (http://www.ficwad.com/review/209843)



I understand that not everyone’s tastes in entertainment are the same, but to suggest that an author kill themselves if you dislike their subject matter is reprehensible and irresponsible at the very least. At most, it could be classed as criminal. Now, I feel no anger toward this person as I didn’t take the review (or the advice) seriously. However, I strongly suggest that anyone disagreeing with the content of a story think seriously about simply clicking the back button on their browser and finding a different one (there are many, many thousands from which to choose, after all) instead of calling names and suggesting suicide (whether in jest or not).



So, again, a huge thank you to all my readers who have been nothing but supportive to me and another, equally huge thank you to those who’ve found my story deeply offensive and merely looked for something else to read.



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