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Chapter 8- A Curious Affair

Harry woke to the rest of the Gryffindor’s making their usual din in the early morning of a weekday. He lifted his head and noted Ron was still not in his bed from the night before. I was sleepy but trudged out with the rest of the boys to grab a bite before Charms. Hermione stood at the portrait hole entrance blocking everyone’s access. People were beginning to complain when she cleared her throat and asked for everyone’s attention.

“Last night someone tried to sneak up the girls dormitory steps, we know this because the steps have an enchantment on them that if any un-authorized people go up them they turn into a slick slide that prevents you from getting higher.” Hermione said as she looked around at the waiting crowd. “We know this intruder was a male, since that is why the charm reacted this way,” at this a large group of first years giggled until Hermione shot them all a very serious look. She continued, “This is a serious offense and I will be conducting an investigation, I would like to remind everyone that boys are not allowed on the girls dormitories and if caught they will be punished.”

Harry’s mind flashed back to last night seeing Hermione spank Rachel, in his daydream he was just beginning to be punished by the girls in a similar way when the crowd surged forward toward the portrait hole. Hermione had let them pass and her eyes caught his as he followed Seamus out past the portrait of the fat lady. Harry sat with the 7th year boys during breakfast and they all were discussing the attempt at climbing the girl’s dormitories. He noticed Hermione, Ginny, Rachel, and Demelza sitting down the table whispering to each other with their heads together.

Harry stayed out of the conversation until Neville mentioned his invisibility cloak, he quickly responded that despite wearing the cloak the enchantment would still apply and unless they could levitate he didn’t see how to get past it. Seamus said he could fly a broom up the stairs but most of the boys scoffed at this since brooms were typically not good at slow precise movements which is what navigating the circular stairs on a broomstick would require. They continued this argument as Ron showed up to the table, his hair a bit disheveled.

“Ron’s a Keeper, keepers are good at subtle movements on a broom, I bet Ron was the one sneaking up the girls stairs!” said Seamus.

“What the bloody hell are you on about Seamus?” asked Ron.

The boys filled Ron in on the details of what happened with Hermione that morning. Jimmy asked Ron where he had been all night.

“Well, if you must know I was with Lavender in the room of requirement,” retorted Ron.
Jimmy, Seamus, and Neville wolf whistled and clapped.

Ron cracked a smile and said softly, “Didn’t get much sleep though.”

The boys all pounded the table and got looks from the surrounding tables including Hermione who scowled at them. Ron then whispered the graphic details of how Lavender prefers to give oral sex to Ron blindfolded and with her hands tied behind her back and that she loves it when “Ron-Ron” cums in her tight bum. Ron pulled a chocolate from his pocket and popped it in his mouth while enjoying Cootes, who shot milk out of his nose at this point and the boys, laughed so hard McGonagall had to yell at them that they would be late to their first class.

Charms and Transfiguration both went well for Harry and he was just settling down for a night of studying when Hermione tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to take a walk with her. He agreed and even though his stomach was now churning with guilt as Hermione and him walked through the Portrait hole and out into the school. Harry remained silent, and followed Hermione’s lead as they walked through the darkening corridors. Finally she ducked into an empty classroom and he followed.

“Where was Ron last night?” Hermione blurted out.

Harry was taken aback at her directness and looking at her closely, her anger.

“Why don’t you ask Ron?” said Harry.

“Because that git won’t tell me, I know he was up to something last night, he wasn’t with you this morning and he showed up for breakfast in the same robes he was in last night. I also know that Lavender never came to bed last night, was he with her?” she looked on the edge of tears.
Harry’s answer came in the form of silence.

“I can’t believe that fucking prat and his little whore, how could he go back to her?” she muttered through her hands which now covered her face.

“He told me you two had been fighting,” said Harry.

“We were fighting because he can’t keep his wand in his robes,” she sobbed, “I’m sorry Harry, you know I’m usually not like this but I thought we would be going steady, getting ready to spend our lives together, you know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I do. Your both still very young though, you don’t have to decide your futures together right now, do you?” Asked Harry.

“No, but do I want to know if he see’s a future with me, and honestly Harry to go with Lavender is like me dating Malfoy,” she winced at the name. “We had a long discussion about how Lavender and I don’t get along and how jealous I was when he was dating her two years ago.”

Harry laughed, but at Hermione’s reproachful look said quickly, “I’m sorry Hermione, I was just thinking about you dating Malfoy and besides making my skin crawl it makes me laugh. Besides, you wouldn’t want to date that wanker; I hear his wand is too limp to be of much use.”
“
Unlike yours then?” she said laughing, “You could club a baby seal with that thing!”

Harry smiled at her, “well you always taught me that it’s how you use your wand, not how big or powerful it is, or do you forget when you broke mine?”

Hermione laughed and looked into Harry’s deep green eyes, they had been through so much together the two of them, Working out the clues to find the Sorcerer's Stone, saving Serious from being kissed by the Dementors, battling Deatheaters, and even Lord Voldemort himself. The two had become as close as friends could be, but Ron was always there, either in body or in her mind.

“Harry, why would Ron choose Lavender over me?” asked Hermione, her eyes again filling with tears.

“No idea Hermione, you are the smartest girl I know, your funny, and if you ask me your absolutely beautiful.”

“Oh, Harry,” Hermione whispered as she hugged him tightly around his chest, “your just saying that.” Her head rested on his shoulder and her hair was just under his nose. She smelled of Lilacs, and her warm body against his was blissful. He hugged her back breathing in her scent, letting it fill his lungs.

“I’m not just saying that Hermione, I mean it,” said Harry.

Hermione looked up at him with her tear filled eyes and smiled. “Thanks Harry, you’re the best,” and she kissed him on the cheek. She then turned away and walked toward the door. She had left Harry before he had a chance to realize she was leaving. By the time he got out into the hallway she had vanished.

Harry saw no sign of Hermione in the common room; he sat at the table with Seamus, Neville, Rachel, and Demelza. He kept thinking back to what just happened with Hermione, he had wanted to kiss her so badly, but it seemed she was still hung up on Ron. He did his paper on memory charms which they were now learning. He was able to write quite a good essay on that because of his experience with Professor Lockhart in his second year.

Harry noticed Ron and Lavender who had been sitting off on their own get up together and look around the room, as if to see if anyone was noticing them. They began to move towards the portrait hole. Harry decided in a second what he was going to do. He closed his books and told the table he was off to bed, he ran up the stairs to his dorm where he threw his book bag on his bed, grabbed the invisibility cloak, and had it on and was in the common room by the time the portrait hole was closing. He stuck over to it, passing behind Demelza who he overheard whispering to Rachel “Wish I could go to bed with Harry,” and then giggling. He was able to sneak out the hole without anyone noticing mostly because a couple of fourth years had started a game of exploding snap that had drawn most everyone’s immediate attention away from his direction.

Harry stepped out quickly and ran down the corridor toward the closest staircase. He heard giggling from above and snuck behind Ron and Lavender as they made their way toward the 7th floor corridor that housed the room of requirement. He followed them as they paced back and forth in front of it and once the doorway appeared he snuck up just behind Ron who was holding the door open for Lavender and before the door closed Harry squeezed inside. The room of requirement had taken the form of a small circular tower room, much like Hermione’s dorm room. A fire was roaring in a large stone fireplace that dominated one side of the room, there were also candles lit around a ledge that ran around the room at mantel height.

Opposite the fireplace was a large four poster bed that instead of the usual dark red curtains hanging around it had a delicate lace which looked like mosquito netting. Lavender slipped on to the bed and Ron got them two full wine glasses that were sitting on the mantle. By the time Ron had turned around Lavender was already throwing her robes aside and was left dressed in a lavender colored baby doll night gown that was mostly see through and matching bikini style panties. She looked good in it, but it was a little frilly for his taste. Lavender smiled at Ron, who was looking her over with a smile on his lips. She quickly pointed her wand at Ron and uttered a spell which hit him right in the face. His eyes went slightly out of focus and he looked at him quizzically. She smiled and told how great he was just then.

“What do you mean Lav, what did I do?

"What did you do, well you did me of course, we just fucked sweetie, don't you remember?" she replied.

"Oh yeah, well of course we did, and you loved it, didn't you?" he said slowly, like he was not quite sure it was true.

"Oh yes Ronald, you made me cum again and again, it was magical." Lavender replied smiling again.

Ron perked up and strutted towards the bed.

“Ron- Ron, can you rub my feet?”

“Of course I can Lav, darling,” replied Ron in a somewhat sickly sweet voice that Harry had never heard him use.

“Please hand me some wine before you start darling” said Lavender sweetly.

He handed her a goblet and she lay back with her head on the mountain of pillows stacked at the head of the bed and sipped as Ron eagerly began to rub her toes. Some lotion practically appeared from this air and Ron began working it onto Lavender’s feet. This was strange Harry thought to himself, Ron seemed to be bragging about how Lavender was this naughty minx in bed, but from what Harry was witnessing it seemed to be quite the opposite. Lavender then got a back rub, Ron painted her toes and finger nails, and to finish he sang her a soft 80’s style ballad as she fell asleep. Harry almost fell over laughing when Ron went into a long Hall and Oates medley. He finished once she fell asleep and then he quite happily curled up and spooned her. Harry left as the heavy sound of breathing filled the room as both Ron and Lavender slept.
Harry walked back to the dorm slowly, thinking over what he had just seen and what he was going to do about it.

Chapter 9- A Plan Forms

Ron was absent from the dorm room again that morning, Harry did see him however in the Great Hall, but he was sitting with Lavender again. Harry ate his breakfast without joining in on the conversation the other boys were having, which was something about which Quiddich team has the best looking women on it. Harry had begun to formulate a plan, but he needed to be sure of what was going on with Ron and Lavender first. They were both in Potions with him next, so Harry made sure and sat at the same table along with Rachel. He kept an eye on how Ron and Lavender were interacting, he noticed Ron was cutting up some of the ingredients for Lavender as he did so and he wasn’t really paying much attention to his own cauldron. Occasionally his eyes glazed over a bit but whenever he did so Lavender would come around and whisper in his ear and he’d perk up a bit.

Harry had a tough time keeping up with his own work; they were working on Tepidus Venenum, a warming potion that could keep the drinker warm even with no clothes on in the coldest night. It had a lot of ingredients and required strict adherence to the stir count. While he was not the champion potion maker he had been with Snape’s old textbook, he had gotten much better at it under Slughorn. His potion was just turning the correct color of orange when he saw something he had been looking for; Lavender had whispered in Ron’s ear and had procured a chocolate from her pocket which he took at once.

Harry spent the next couple weeks watching Ron and Lavender closely, she kept giving Ron chocolates as rewards for doing things, and Harry’s suspicions seemed to be confirmed. In the meantime Harry was doing well in classes, his special sessions with Professor Wood were going well, she was very good at teaching Harry attacking curses, defensive spells, and generally giving him her expertise on being an Auror. Her tales reminded him of Mad Eye Mooney, although without the constant paranoia and obviously she was much better looking. She revealed to Harry that she knew Tonks and Kingsley, but she was never an in the Order of the Phoenix because she had been on an extended assignment overseas tracking down a Deatheater who had gone off recruiting in South America for supporters. She had ended up killing him in Peru and by the time she got back the battle was over and order had been restored. She had been so upset over the deaths of her fellow Auror’s, she decided the best thing she could do was train the next generation while there was no imminent threat. So she decided to come back home full time to teach. She told him all of this after their fourth session together while they were chatting after a particularly vigorous workout. She was wearing a black sports bra with matching tight spandex shorts that hugged her athletic legs and ass. She actually broke down and cried, Harry provided her support, his arm around her small frame.

She looked up into his eyes, tears dripping down her cheeks, “Harry, I could have helped, I could have saved lives, but I wasn’t there.”

Harry understood the guilt, everyone who had been in battle that day had felt the same way; they could have done more, prevented another person on the good side from being hurt or killed.

“We all feel that way Carling, remember I had given myself up and been killed no one would of gotten hurt at all, said Harry.

“If that had happened we’d all be servants of Lord Voldemort by now, or we’d be dead,” said Carling, “Harry, you saved us all from either of those horrible paths.”

“Yeah, but I still feel regret, just like you,” Harry replied.

She smiled, nodding up at him and told him she’d see him the next week.

“Quiddich Match versus Slytherin in just two weeks,” Reminded Harry.

“I know Harry, I look forward to rewarding you,” said Carling, and with that she turned and went into her office.

Professor Heartstring was also giving Harry lots of hands on training, but with her she tended to have her hands on him and was doing something rather profane. Over the last four weeks she had transformed herself into several different amazing looking women, and in turn had her way with him. Harry would do a couple of small changes to himself and for his reward she would usually be on her knees sucking his cock or bending over and inviting him to fill her up. Harry couldn’t understand why she was this way, but to be honest he was happy he was getting O’s (outstandings) for each lesson.

Hermione, who had been spending most of her time with Ginny, Rachel, and Demelza was in the library one Sunday afternoon alone when Harry spotted her alone at a table most students referred to as “Hermione’s table”. He sat down and admired how the sun shined through the nearest window lit upon her hair and face. She looked beautiful.

“What’s up Harry?” Hermione looked curiously at him.

“Love Potions and Memory charms,” said Harry in a soft whisper.

“Excuse me, what are you talking about?” replied Hermione, now looking thoroughly confused.

“You asked me a few weeks back why Ron would ever choose Lavender over you, he isn’t
Hermione, Lavender has been feeding him love potions this entire time.” said Harry looking her directly in the eyes.

“But you said something about memory charms,” Hermione asked.

“She’s using those on him as well, she has been modifying his memory and making sure he thinks he is doing things he has never done.” said Harry, already dreading the question that was going to be asked next.

“What kind of things?” Hermione asked Harry bluntly.

“Well, I’m not entirely sure, but based on what Ron has said, he thinks he has been doing things, sexual things with Lavender and I don’t think he has,” Harry trailed off while speaking.

“How do you know this Harry?” her voice shaking a bit.

“I saw them, I spied on them in the room of requirement,” answered Harry.

“So he thinks he’s been fucking Lavender, but he hasn’t. So what has he been doing?” asked Hermione.

“I saw him paint her toenails, give her a foot rub, then a back rub, then he sang to her,” said Harry.

“What!?!” said Hermione. Her face went from surprise, to anger, to a mischievous grin in the span of several seconds as she looked down at a diagram in her book showing a group of witches standing around a cauldron. Hermione Grainger was not a girl who you wanted to cross, ask Rita Skeeter, Harry thought to himself.

She again looked directly at Harry and said, “Well then, I think we have to think up a proper revenge, Let me take care of this Harry, don’t say a thing to Ron until I tell you to.”

“You mean let him keep taking love potion?” asked Harry.

“It’s not killing him is it?” quipped Hermione.

“And the Memory charms?” Harry said.

“It’s troubling, but she seems to be doing a good job of it so I don’t see any long term damage, not like Lockhart,” she said.

Harry thought of Ron painting Lavender’s toes, suppressing a smile he looked back at Hermione, “I suppose not.”

“How did you spy on them, oh wait… your cloak,” Hermione said answering her own question.

“Yeah, I followed them the night after we spoke, I wanted to see if I could find out anything for you,” said Harry. “I’ve been spying on them ever since to make sure my facts were straight.”
She smiled and leaned over the table and kissed him on the cheek and told him thanks.

“Let me borrow the cloak tonight? Or we can both go?” she asked.

His heart leapt at spending some time in close proximity with Hermione, but he also had Quiddich practice and was usually exhausted afterwards.

“We’ve got practice tonight, but I’ll give you the cloak before I go and if you want to check on them go ahead.” Harry told her.

She nodded and replied, “I’d like that Harry, and I want to know how badly I need to punish Lavender.”

Harry smiled at her and left the library to get ready for practice. After delivering the cloak to Hermione in the library, he walked down to the pitch with Ron and hour later and the weather was still warm and sun was shining over a blue sky. The team had really been practicing well over the last few weeks despite the lack of experience of some of the team. Dorothy and Jimmy worked as a team of Beaters as good as Fred and George minus the shenanigans; and they seemed to be building a great connection on where to place the bludger. Harry wondered if it was because they had started dating. He ran some drills where the beaters tried to unseat chasers who were flying at top speed doing maneuvers and they were picking the chasers off about half the time which is very good for a beater.

He had the chasers wearing pads and helmets so they wouldn’t get injured. After they had knocked Demelza, Ginny, and Rachel off their brooms about half a dozen times each Harry had them play a half field version of Quiddich which had Harry joined the Beaters on defense against the Chasers who tried to score on Ron. This proved difficult but his Chasers were excelling at misdirection plays that increased scoring opportunities. Harry enjoyed this part since he usually was on his own during games, now he was trying to shut down Ginny so he marked her while she flew around looking to get a pass. She kept knocking into him trying to get the Quaffle, and he’d knock her right back. He could tell she was getting frustrated, so he started to add some trash talk.

“Jeez Ginny, can’t you fly past me, I thought you were the best chaser on the team,” Harry said after knocking the Quaffle away as Ginny tried to catch a pass from Demelza.

“Suck it Harry,” said Ginny.

“Oooh, I’d love to, would you like me to lick it too?” laughed Harry.

Ginny laughed as well, which was the first time he had heard her do so for ages. The two continued bantering back and forth the whole game and to Harry it reminded him of when they were dating, in fact the whole team seemed to take to talking trash to each other, but it was playful and cheeky. Harry could hear Demelza and Dorothy flying past, Demelza who had just scored on Ron after flying past Dorothy saying “I just scored on you again Selpot, better keep your eyes on Jimmy or I’ll be scoring on him too.”

“You naughty minx, I bet you would, I’d have to spank you if you did!” retorted Dorothy streaking after Demelza.

Harry laughed to himself, after an hour of this drill the sun began to set over the forbidden forest; he decided to call everyone in.

“Great practice everyone; we’ll meet again on Thursday. Now hit the showers,” Harry told them.

The team went into the locker room and undressed, the girls went on their side of the wall of lockers to take off their Quiddich robes. There were two large shower rooms which had a wall dividing the boys and girls sides but the walls were thin so you could hear the water running and the voices on the other side. Harry stripped off his clothes and got under the pounding water and let the warm water relax his muscles, he had bruises on his legs and back from jostling with Ginny while flying. Jimmy and Ron joined him in the room and they were both still taunting the chasers in loud voices.

“You ladies won’t score against Ravenclaw with shooting like that!” yelled Ron.

“Go fuck yourself Ron!” screamed Ginny giggling.

“Yeah Ron, a first year could score on you the way you were forgetting to cover your left hoop!” Yelled Demelza.

Ron looked a bit taken back at that comment and stormed out of the showers.
“You got to him Demelza, nice job!” Jimmy yelled.


“I give nice jobs all the time Peakes, maybe you should ditch Dorothy and find out how good they are.” She retorted.

“Bitch,” yelled a playful Dorothy and a slap was heard, “told you I’d spank your ass if you kept it up.”

Peakes laughed and turned off his shower; he left the room and grabbed a towel drying his large muscular body.

“Oooh, thank you Dorothy, I need to be kept in line, I can be a naughty girl sometimes.” Demelza replied.

“We all know that, don’t we Rachel?” laughed Ginny.

“Oh yeah, Demelza’s the biggest tart in the school,” said Rachel cackling.

“You calling me fat?!” yelled Demelza.

“No baby, you are fine, I’m calling you a slut!” said Rachel.

All four girls burst into laughter at this and quieted down. Harry shut off his shower and walked down a hall to a sauna room wrapped in a towel. He walked into the wood paneled room; it was small and had large padded benches that wrapped around three walls. In the center of the room was a stone table that had rocks that were being kept red hot by magical fires. Harry poured a bit of water over the rocks and stream quickly filled the room. Climbed to the second tier of benches and lied down with his back against the wall facing the door, a leg propped up and the other dangling down resting on the first bench. He closed his eyes and let the stream open his pores and relax his muscles as the sweat began to pour out of him. He heard more voices in the locker rooms and soon it was silent, a few minutes passed and someone opened the door. He opened his eyes and was surprised to see Dorothy Selpot standing there in just a skimpy white towel.

“Watcha Harry!” she said in a way that reminded him of Tonks.

“Hey Dorothy,” said Harry moving his leg slightly so his cock wasn’t blatantly visible.

She seemed to notice what he had done and smiled. “Mind if I join you?” she asked.

“Sure, good flying today, you would make a good seeker,” Harry said.

“Thanks Harry, that’s sweet of you to say,” said Dorothy as she walked over to the bench next to him and climbed up.

“I just love this team, the girls are so fun and sweet and you and Ron have been great,” she said.

“You and Jimmy have gotten close too,” Harry said, “everything going well?”

“Sure, but we are trying to be casual,” she said sitting next to Harry, her towel barely covering her upper legs. “I mean we get along great and all but next year we have very different ideas of what we want to do.”

“Yeah? So what does a soon to be N.E.W.T. graduate like yourself fancy for her future?" asked Harry.

"I'm studying to be a healer like my Grandmother was, so I will go to work at St. Mungo's for a few years before I can get my license." she replied.

"That's wonderful that your going to become a healer, so your Gran was too?" asked Harry.

"Yes, Gran was and my mother was a Squibb who married a muggle. When I was born it was assumed I would not have any magic at all, but I was showing magic abilities by 3 months. My Gran was very happy; she died when I was 8, so she never got to see me go off to school. She was very well respected though; St. Mungo’s named a ward after her. Anyway she would have been so proud of me following in her footsteps." she said.

"I bet she would be Dorothy, and what does Jimmy have planned?" asked Harry.

"He wants to do a world tour, go to Egypt, South America, China, visit other Wizards and find himself. He is unsure of his future and seems ok with going with the flow." she said and looked at Harry with a hollow smile.

"Yeah, well if I've learned anything in my life Dorothy, it’s to live your life to the fullest. Don’t let a second go un-cherished,” said Harry.

“I think your right Harry Potter, which is why I want to tell you something,” Dorothy replied in a soft whisper. “I want you, I don’t want to be your girlfriend or anything, but I want you in a completely carnal way.”

“Right,” Harry said looking at her a bit confused, “so you want.”

“I want this,” she said interrupting Harry and moving her hand up his inner thigh and grabbing his semi hard cock.

“Okay,” Harry said with a bit of a laugh.

Dorothy smiled and pulled Harry’s towel away at the same time removing her own. Her tits were
spectacular; they must have been D cups. Her tan skin covered every inch, no tan lines, he looked her up and down, and she reminded him of a Barbie doll with her long legs. He wondered where she was able to lay out in the sun naked, but her grasping his cock and beginning to stroke it quickly brought his thoughts back to the present. She leaned over him and kissed his lips softly, then traced a path down his chin to his neck and then chest, over his belly and abs and finally down to his cock.

“My goodness this is big, I wonder if I can take the whole thing?” she whispered to herself.

She licked it from its base to tip several times, looking back up to Harry’s green eyes. She winked at him and then took his entire length deep as her lips wrapped around his girth and sucked on him hard. Dorothy attacked his cock and began bobbing up and down while she began grunting with each bob of her head. Harry ran his fingers through her blond and pink hair, which was damp from the steam and the shower trying to slow her pace but she resisted and continued her frantic sucking. It felt great, but Harry was still surprised at her tenacity. He had been lying back and she was kneeling on the bench below him, now Harry sat up and faced the kneeling Dorothy to allow her better access. One of her hands grabbed his ass and the other started to squeeze his balls softly, she was quite skilled at this and Harry was soon moaning and grinding his hips into her waiting mouth.

A few minutes of this and Harry was about ready to explode, he warned Dorothy of this and she just looked into his eyes and continued sucking him as he orgasmed and came in her mouth. She swallowed every drop and finally released him from the vacuum of her lips. His wet cock slid from her mouth and she smiled at him.

“You taste yummy Harry, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, but even more after I saw Rachel doing it to you that night of tryouts,” she said.

“My pleasure, literally,” Harry laughed.

“I hope I wasn’t to forward, I sometimes get a little excited,” she giggled.

“I’m glad you get excited, maybe I can do something for you now?” Harry asked.

Dorothy looked down at his half hard cock and smiled again, she then climbed onto the bench he was on and stayed on her knees. Harry got onto the bench she came from and knelt behind her. Her cute ass was on display as he ran his hands up the back of her legs and ran them over her curves. Her pussy was bare and wet and his fingers brushed her slit as he licked her inner thigh. She shuttered as his tongue reached her clit and her began to lick her deep and slowly. She tasted sweet and tart all at the same time and his hands squeezed her ass as he licked her in a slow methodic rhythm. She moaned loudly as he gave her oral and soon was pushing back towards him trying to get his tongue deeper. Harry’s face was soon covered with her wetness as she came while he licked her.

“I want your cock Harry,” Dorothy cooed.

Harry stood up, his cock had hardened again and he quickly slid it into Dorothy’s tight pussy. He
fucked her hard and fast, really pounding her deeply.

“Oh Merlin yes Harry, your filling me up!” she yelled into the steamy room.

Harry held her by the hips and watched her tits shake with his every thrust; she soon screamed another orgasm and Harry knew he was not going to hold on very long himself. After her cries of pleasure subsided, Harry pulled out of her and she rolled onto her back. She spread her legs wide and put a foot over each of his shoulders. He slid inside her again and with the same machine like precision the two athletic bodies fucked hard for several minutes, this time Harry pinched her nipples as he finally came hard, pulling out just in time to blow his cum all over her tummy and chest.

“Wow Dorothy, you are one amazing woman.” Harry panted, his body covered in sweat and glistening.

She just smiled up at Harry, "Thanks Harry, now lets go shower off," and she got up and led Harry out of the Sauna. He enjoyed following her down the hallway staring at her tight ass into the girls shower and they both got under a rainfall of hot water and kissed and soaped each other clean. They both got dressed and made their way up to the castle through the now dark grounds. Harry let her enter the common room ahead of him, so as not to alarm anyone paying too close attention to how long it had taken the two of them to come back after the rest of the team.

Chapter 10- Under the Cloak and into the Water

“Harry, wait!” a voice hissed from behind him.

“Who’s there?” Harry said spinning around.

“It’s Hermione silly, Ron and Lavender just went down the hall, please come with me Harry!”
Hermione whispered and her hand appeared from thin air and grabbed his, pulling him back down the hallway.

Harry ran along as the disembodied hand dragged him down the hall and up the stairs. Soon Harry could hear giggling from ahead and Hermione’s hand finally let go and the cloak was thrown over him as well. Hermione was dressed in some pajama’s, they were a two piece full length maroon silk set with gold trim, a gold lion embroidered over a pocket on her right breast. They were clingy and the neckline were they buttoned dipped down to show her cleavage. Harry’s quick glance also showed no bra visible underneath. She fixed the cloak over Harry and they snuck behind Lavender and Ron as the two walked in front of the room of requirement three times. A door appeared and Harry and Hermione came through it just as it closed behind Ron, they immediately snuck over by the fireplace, Harry walking behind Hermione and guiding her with his hands on her hips. Harry had to stoop behind her so the cloak would fit over the both of them, his head almost resting on her shoulder, he could smell her perfume and could feel his chest against her back, the barely there silky material gliding over her skin underneath. Harry quickly realized this may get a bit uncomfortable if they stayed too long.

Ron and Lavender were practically reenacting the same scene they had when Harry had spied on them before. Lavender had thrown off her robes to reveal herself in a white lacy bra and panty set that looked appropriate under a wedding gown, Ron was offering Lavender a glass of wine, and just as Lavender flipped her wand from the band of her underwear Hermione quickly jerked her own and shot two quick curses at both Lavender and then Ron. Both had a dazed look on their faces, and Hermione did a couple more flick of her wrist and they both seemed to shake off whatever had just happened to them.

“What did you just do?” Harry whispered into Hermione’s ear.

“You’ll see,” she mouthed back at him.

Harry looked up and saw Lavender taking the goblet of wine from Ron and down it with not even a blink of her eye. Ron smiled again and refilled her glass which she again downed. He had barely finished his own when she grabbed him by the front of his robes and pulled him towards her, she scrambled to pull them off of him and soon he stood there in just a pair of boxers. Harry tensed up; did Hermione just cast a charm that would make Ron and Lavender actually have sex? Lavender was on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed pulling down Ron’s boxers and revealing the quickly hardening cock from underneath. Hermione now gasped as Lavender quickly started to suck Ron’s cock.

Hermione actually backed into Harry as the scene in front of them unfolded. Her breathing because deep and Harry almost wondered if she was going to faint. Why had she caused this to happen, did she not understand what Lavender was going to do with her wand? Harry cast the Muffliato spell and now talked to Hermione a little louder.

“What did you do to them?” hissed Harry.

“I cast a memory modification and lust charm on both of them; I wanted to get back at Lavender by allowing Ron to have his way with her. I just forgot I would have to see it’s effects,” Hermione whimpered back.

“This seems like a weird way to get back at someone considering your using someone you love to have sex with them,” Harry said in shock.

“Well, that would silly if I did love Ron, but I don’t.” said Hermione swiftly.
Harry looked at her with confusion and shock, “You don’t love Ron?”

“I don’t know who I love, but I know it isn’t Ron,” said Hermione, “I just forgot I’d have to see him naked is all, he is still a friend, and a former lover and it’s a bit difficult is all.”

“Well, he is definitely naked Hermione, as is Lavender now,” said Harry watching Ron tear off Lavender’s bra and panties. Ron started to hold Lavender’s head and fucked her deeply. Her tit’s swayed back and forth and gagging noises emitted from deep in her throat.

“Wow, he’s really going to town on her.” Hermione whispered.

Ron was at this point humping Lavender’s mouth, his body was tall and wiry, his cock a bit bigger than average and thick and uncircumcised. Lavender had a good figure, her usual haughty look contrasting the fact that Ron was fucking her mouth. He eyes were watering and looked as if she had more than she could handle, Harry almost laughed at the sight of the scene before him. It was also fairly erotic, his best mate having his way with a pretty girl. Ron had now pulled out and was slapping his hard cock against Lavender’s tongue. He then jumped on the bed and grabbed Lavender by the hair pulling her over and making him suck her again. He also positioned her so he could lick her pussy which she eagerly spread her legs for.

“So your making them actually do what Ron thought they were doing this whole time?” asked Harry now trying to control the fact his cock was very much responding to what he was watching.

“I figured it would serve her right and Ron would get his just desserts for being such a git to have fallen under a dirty and deceitful trick,” whispered Hermione.

“You showed her,” laughed Harry as he watched Lavender moaning as a thin line of precum connected her lip to Ron’s thick cock.

“Harry, this isn’t the only punishment I’ve got planned, trust me Lavender Brown will pay dearly for what she has done,” hissed Hermione.

Harry just smiled, Hermione getting pissed off over from what Harry’s perspective looked like a badly formed plan was amusing, her secretive further plans intrigued him though. They watched Lavender orgasm and then Ron got behind her and they began to fuck doggie style. They were facing toward Harry and Hermione, so they got a good look at Lavender’s face contorting in pleasure. Harry couldn’t help it; his cock now was rigid and pressed in the small of Hermione’s back. He could feel her tense up when she first noticed it, and then he couldn’t help but notice she subtly backed into him a little more.

“Oh yes Ronny, oh Merlin fill me with that thick wand of yours, make me your slut witch, fuck my tight pussy and spank me baby!” screamed Lavender.

Ron started to spank her ass as his cock rammed deeper and deeper. He then stuck a few fingers in his mouth and then fingered her asshole.

“Mmmhmm, yes Ron, Ron, fuck my virgin ass, make me your sex slave, I’ll do anything for you! ANYTHING!” she yelled.

“Tart,” Hermione hissed.

Ron pulled his cock out from Lavender’s pussy and nudged it in her asshole. It glistened with her juices, and apparently it was lubricated enough to slide in, although Ron did so slowly. Lavender had a look of pain and pleasure mixed on her face as Ron slowly flexed his thick cock inside her. Harry’s own cock was throbbing against Hermione’s back and she was practically rubbing against it. His hands moved up her arms to her shoulders where he rubbed at them slowly, he wasn’t even thinking about what he was doing. Hermione’s small moan did alert him to the fact she was definitely responding to his touch favorably. Her hands slid down to his thighs squeezed them firmly.

“Oh Hermione,” whispered Harry, “I don’t think we can continue this much longer without revealing we are here.”

“Mmm kay, Harry,” Hermione whispered.

She slowly led Harry toward the door and they slipped quietly out as Ron started to pound the young witches tight bum, the sounds of flesh slapping flesh silencing with a small click of the door. They crept quietly away and Hermione dragged Harry to an open classroom. As soon as the door closed behind them she was kissing Harry in a most urgent way. She practically climbed up his body and pulled his head towards hers, her tongue invading his mouth. The invisibility cloak was tossed aside and sexual electricity crackled between the two. Following her lead Harry drew the buxom brunette towards him and looked deep into her eyes.

Harry had never snogged anyone like this before; he felt almost out of body as his arms enveloped Hermione and held her so close. They kissed for what seemed like hours and Harry had never felt so happy in all his life. When their lips finally parted, the once dark sky out of the window was beginning to lighten.

“We better go back to the dorms,” whispered Hermione, “Harry, I want you to know, I um...”

“I love you Hermione,” said Harry jumping in as Hermione paused.

“You do?” she asked, her big brown eyes filled with tears.

“I do,” said Harry, he smiled at her and she hugged him tightly.

“Thank you Harry,” Hermione whispered, “I’ve always have loved you, but Harry there’s a problem.”

“What’s that” asked Harry, his heart beginning to drop into his stomach.

“I can’t become your girlfriend, I’m sorry.” She said, not meeting his eyes and staring at his chest.

“Err, why not?” asked Harry.

“It’s complicated Harry, and I can’t tell you everything yet anyway. You just have to trust me,” Hermione said in a weak, almost tearful voice.

“OK, so what do you want to do?” asked Harry, not believing what seemed to be happening.

“We need to act like this never happened Harry, let’s just go on like we never kissed and live our lives, I promise I’ll explain everything to you soon OK?” said Hermione.

“Sure Hermione,” said Harry feeling his insides turning to pudding.

“I’m so sorry Harry, I really do love you, and I want to be with you, but I can’t, not right now” Hermione whispered, “don’t be upset with me.”

She ran out of the room in a flash of bushy brown hair leaving Harry going through the nights events in his head and wondering what it all meant.

The weeks before the Slytherin match went by with Harry having an internal conflict the likes he had never had since the decision to chase horcruxes won out to hallows. His best friend Hermione had admitted her love for him, and he had told her the same only to find she couldn’t be with him for some secretive reason. He knew she was having sex with multiple women in her dorm room; she was also plotting revenge at Lavender Brown. All of these things seemed connected somehow, but who could he tell about them? No one, he had not one person to confide in that could be impartial and help him solve this riddle.

It was the night before the match when Harry decided to call upon the Prefect bath once again as a place to mull over his problems. This time the bath was empty, Harry walked in a daze to each tap turning on the magical water filled with bubbles and soaps until the large pool had filled up.
Harry dove in and swam a few laps before sitting on a submerged ledge, stretching his feet out and his arms spread out to either side on the lip of the bath and closed his eyes, thinking over what had happened so far this year. A noise from one of the toilets got his attention and his eyes flicked open.

“Hello Myrtle,” Harry sighed realizing the emotional Ghost had peered her pudgy face out through a stall door.

“Oh it’s you,” she half said half sobbed.

“Who did you think it was?” asked Harry.

“Never mind,” said Myrtle.

“Myrtle, are you supposed to be meeting someone here? It isn’t Malfoy again is it?” asked Harry.

“So what if it was, he is sweet boy!” Myrtle yelled out.

“No he isn’t,” said Harry at the same time as another voice filling the room.

Harry and Myrtle both looked towards the door and saw Pansy Parkinson standing there in a silk green robe.

“You, you beastly girl!” yelled Myrtle, who twirled in the air and slopped back in her toilet sobbing.
Harry looked back at Pansy with a smirk, “I thought only boys got that response from her.”

“She’s a cow and a pushover, I don’t know why Draco wastes his time with her, and what’s she going to do to him beside freeze his dick off?” she quickly retorted.

Harry had a quick vision of Myrtle bobbing her ghostly head on Draco’s cock and imagined the creepy feeling of when Harry had accidentally walked through Nearly headless Nick applied to his own member and began laughing hysterically.

“Wow Parkinson, that’s twisted.” He said wiping tears from under his glasses.
A brief smile crossed Pansy’s face before her face returned to her usual scowl. Harry actually thought she looked cute with a smile.

“So, come for a soak then Pansy?” asked Harry.

“I was hoping to catch Draco in here with that ghost slut, we’ve broken up as if you’d care,” she said matter of factly, “but since he isn’t here maybe I will have a soak, hope you don’t Potter.”

Pansy took off her robe and put down her wand close to where Harry was soaking and quickly dove into the water. Harry watched her closely out of the corner of his eye. Her breasts were larger than any other girl he had been with, and they almost floated on the bubbles. She did a slow breast stroke back and forth; Harry could see her round butt occasionally break the bubbles as her legs kicked lazily behind her. She stopped after a few laps and turned to face him.

“Big game tomorrow Potter, I have a feeling your team will wipe the floor with Draco’s, they seem a bit timid.” She said looking Harry directly in the eyes.

“I agree, but since its Slytherin were going against I’d expect they would make up for any lack of skill or talent with cheating and violence.”

Pansy’s eyes darkened for a second and then again she half smiled, “you’re probably right Potter, I’d watch for Goyle to hex you from behind.”

“Why the help Pansy? Don’t take this the wrong way but you’re the last person I’d expect to have help or sympathy from,” asked Harry.

Pansy took a few moments to answer, but when she did she was either the best actress Hogwarts had seen in a generation or being absolutely truthful; “Harry, I hate how I ended up on the losing side of everything, my parents were not Deatheaters, and they never took oaths to the Dark Lord. I saw Draco as the alpha male of Slytherin and I positioned myself to be at his side. He was an asshole to me, to everyone but I overlooked it as being the best I could do. I saw him rising in the ranks of the Dark Lord and I was enamored with his power. But then it all came crashing down, what was I to do?” she said with tears rolling down her eye.

“I realized I had made the biggest mistake of my life and I wasn’t even an adult yet. When the Dark Lord fell he left a stain on any supporter or sympathizers he had, even if they joined him out of fear. My father died when he was asked to join in a raid against muggles and he would not come. My mother was sent to Azkaban for simply not actively revolting against, against…Voldemort.” She said his name and a look of fear cast over her face for a split second.

Harry smiled at her trepidation, “Tom Riddle, as I like to call him was a fool, and he never understood or thought it was necessary to understand magic that didn’t interest him. That was his downfall, that was why he was killed, that is why I was able to take his life and destroy him forever.”

“To the victor go the spoils, that’s what my mother always said, she died a few weeks after she got to Azkaban, did you know that?” she asked Harry.

“I did not; I’m terrible sorry to hear that, so you’re all alone now?” Harry asked.

“Yes, because I am of age I don’t live in an orphanage, but once school is over I have no where to go.” Pansy whispered.

What did you mean the victor go the spoils?” asked Harry.

“Harry, you are now the wizard of your generation, you have replaced Dumbledore and Voldemort as the most recognizable and noteworthy wizard in 100 years. Whatever you do from this point forward will just add to your greatness, your going to become an Auror correct?” she didn’t even pause to let Harry answer, “who is going to try and step out of line when the boy who killed the darkest wizard in modern times is on the job?”

Harry smirked but nodded.

“No one is going to stand up to you Harry, no one will challenge your power, and your potential is only limited by your own self restraint, your modesty.” she whispered. “You have no idea what that means in the magical world, hasn’t anyone told you this?” she asked, a look of fear and excitement on her face.

“No, no one has, but don’t I need political standing to become that powerful? I don’t vote in the Wizengamout.” Said Harry.

“Harry, you know Dumbledore’s history, he didn’t come from a powerful family and he rose to the chief warlock, why would it be any different to you, plus you have ancestral ties to the Peverils, a very ancient and noble house,” said Pansy. “You should ask McGonagall to discuss your inheritances and house standing, if you’d like I can help you, I was groomed from an early age to understand ancient customs and political maneuvering.”

Harry thought over what she told him for a few minutes then asked her directly; “What would you expect in return?”

Pansy smiled in response and swam closer so she was right in front of Harry, her smile definitely made her more attractive he thought to himself.

“Harry, I can’t ask for much, but for your protection. You could be my master and I your concubine. I wouldn’t expect anything other than your protection, but you could have anything I have to offer, anything Harry.” She almost purred the last line to Harry.

“Really?” asked Harry, his mind racing, “and from what I’ve picked up from Professor Binz concubines are like Mistresses, not wives but their purpose is to serve the master they have been bonded to? I’m guessing since my power is so great I would be able to take many Concubines or wives, is that your thought as well?” he asked the buxom girl.

“Yes, you would be able to have multiple wives and mistresses if you desire, and they would all be under your protection. For someone like me, my mother in Azkaban and my head of house dead, you’re my only hope for a decent life Harry,” said Pansy.

“What you’re asking for is a lot, especially since your treatment of my friends and I have been nothing short of hostile in the past. But if I learned anything from the crusty old man Dumbledore, it’s that to forgive people is a power that is rarely used by those who are considered great, but it is forgiveness that makes them truly great. Plus you are now an orphan, and if anyone can understand that it is myself,” said Harry. “I will take your request under advisement.”

“Do you mean it, of course you do you’re a Gryffindor.” Pansy smirked.

“And you’re a Slytherin, so while this deal would ultimately be benifiting you,” Harry said emphasizing the you, “I would want to take full advantage of all your assets immediately.”

Pansy looked at him with raised eyebrows, then a smile crept over her lips.

“Touche, Harry, how very Slytherin of you,” she said swimming closer to him still her breasts now touching his toned chest.

Pansy’s hand ran down Harry’s chest, grazing his abs and finally wrapping around his thick member. His half erection soon became rigid as her delicate fingers began to stroke him. Harry ran his hands up her sides and cupped her large breasts in each hand. He weighted them each , loving their fullness and shear size. Her nipples became hard with his touch and she let out a soft moan as he sucked each nipple hard.

“Oh yes Harry, I’ve wanted this for a long time, I have just but one rule,” she moaned. “Until we finalize our arrangement, no vaginal intercourse. But I wouldn’t mind you buggering my arse with this big cock of yours.”

At first Harry was going to object to any demand Pansy was going to give, but her offer intrigued him to the point that he would agree. His nod to her put a big smile on her face and he felt an even deeper desire to have her, to fuck her deep and hard and with no hibitions. She grabbed the side of the bath, and guided him behind her by simply leading him with his cock. The warm bubbly water was a natural lubricant and soon his cock was poking into her asshole. She pushed her backside backwards controlling the speed at which he entered her. It was like a warm hot vice was wrapped around his cock and wouldn’t let go. Pansy squirmed backward until Harry was deep inside her. Then she began to rock back and forth slowly, only a centimeter at a time at first, but soon Harry’s cock was plunging into her a few inches at a time. His hands found her round hips and roamed over her ample bottom.

“Oh my Merlin, your cock is fucking huge Harry, keep pumping that thing into me,” she moaned.

Harry did as he asked, and his hands moved up to grab hold of Pansy’s slippery breasts. She bent in towards the water, her lips and nose just barely staying above the bubbles in the water. One of her hands went off of the edge and ran between her legs to play with her clit while Harry continued his fucking deeper and harder. Soon Pansy reached her hand out for her wand, for a split second Harry worried she was going to jinx him, but she cast a spell on herself and submerged her head, now emcompassed with the bubblehead charm. Harry was bale to pound deeper and deeper into the completely submerged Pansy.

The feeling was unusual, like having sex in space Harry thought to himself, as Pansy was now practically weightless and he fucked her with no restraint. He could tell she had cum when a series of bubbles broke the surface and she became a little limper. She slid off his cock and he quickly felt her hands rubbing his length again. A few seconds later her mouth wrapped itself around his cock head and she began sucking him with the skill of a professional.

Not needing to come up for air Pansy grabbed his balls and played gently with them while bobbing her head deeper and deeper on his shaft. Soon Harry couldn’t hold back any more and he squirted several thick creamy loads coating Pansy’s tonsils. A few seconds later she resurfaced and the bubble around her head popped. She had the biggest grin on her face that Harry had ever seen on her.

“Harry that was the best fucking I’ve ever had, if I had know you were this big of a stud I would have been shagging you 1st year.” Pansy giggled.

“Well, that was the best anal sex I’ve ever had, so thanks for showing me all I’ve been missing Pansy,” replied Harry.

“My pleasure Harry, think about what I’ve asked of you. Go see McGonagall and have her explain what your in for when your graduate, then see me again and we can discuss our arrangement.” Pansy whispered in his ear. “Now tomorrow go pound the Slytherin Quidditch team like you did me.”

With that she climbed out of the pool, her body glistening and wrapped her ample curves up into her robe. She walked from the bath and only turned once to wink at Harry and was then gone.

“Well that was interesting…” Harry said aloud to the empty bath.