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Story TITLE: Twenty-One Nights of Paradise

PART: 02 of ??
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (red.jacobson@gmail.com)
WEBSITE: http://luwriting.co.uk/harem
DISTRIBUTION: Seraglio, My Yahoo Group
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to JK Rowling and her publishers.
SUMMARY: Fleur rewards Harry

FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
CATEGORY: Lots of Women
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Fleur/Multi
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT:
SPOILERS: None - The story starts at the end of the Second Task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest. There isn't any planned bashing in this story. Also, I'm going with a Good Dumbledore in this story.

AUTHORS NOTES: Just A random Idea I had for a Harry Potter/Harem story. This is not meant to be taken seriously, there are going to be a butt-load of cliches in the story. Hope you enjoy the story in spite of them, because I am going to be trying to do something different with the cliches.

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: To Avoid the Under age Sex issue, Hogwarts students start the September 1st after their 14th Birthday. Just to be clear, at the start of the story, Harry is 17 years old, Fleur is 19 years old, and the youngest girl appearing is past her 16th birthday.

YET ANOTHER AUTHORS NOTE: Readers with long memories will recognize 'Helga's Gift' that is mentioned in this story. For those of you who don't, it's something that I came up with in my Harry Potter and the Betrayal of the Phoenix, to explain the rampant female bisexuality in most Harry Potter smut fics. Basically in the founders days, Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw were lovers, and, one time, after a particularly great romp, Helga idly wished that all the girls in the castle could experience such a wonderful feeling. Being a Magical Castle, Hogwarts heard and responded, And, from that time forward the female students at Hogwarts had, at the least, bisexual tendencies.


The Three Broomsticks

Room 217

Immediately after Last Chapter


Harry leaned back against the couch, enjoying the feeling of Apolline's mouth on his cock as she knelt between his legs. He would have been surprised, earlier that evening, at her enthusiasm, but, after sending the burst of his power to her while he was shagging Fleur, he had a greater understanding of the older woman. He knew, without her saying anything, how much she wanted this, and how she had been forcing her desires away since that morning. He had just sat down after carrying Fleur into her bedroom, letting her sleep for a while to recover, when Appoline had jumped him and took him in her mouth. When he had time to think about it later, he realized it was the fact that he didn't even question her that drove home the fact that she had been telling him the truth about his heritage. He had been resisting the idea, because he didn't want to be forcing women into having sex with him, but he hadn't changed that much. Deep inside, he was still Harry Potter, basically a good person, doing the best he can to get through this thing called life. He just had an additional ability, to be able to tell if a woman was interested in getting nasty with him, and, if the interest was there, he knew how to bring out the nastiness for both of their enjoyment.


He groaned in pleasure as she ran her tongue all along his length, and, knowing one of her quirks from the earlier contact, he said, “Do you like the taste of your daughter on my cock, Appoline? Does it make you wet, knowing that you are sucking the juices of your daughters fanny off of me? And knowing that I'm going to have her do the same with your juices?” He smiled as she moaned around his cock, and started sucking him harder, bobbing her head to take more of him inside her mouth. “Aaaah! You like that don't you! You like the idea of having sex with your daughter while I watch, don't you? vous êtes une putain méchante aren' ; t vous, Appoline ? Mais vous êtes ma putain méchante ! (you are a nasty whore aren't you, Appoline? But you are my nasty whore!)Vous savez I' ; m allant vous lambiner tous les deux ce soir, don' ; t vous ? (You know I'm going to be buggering you both tonight, don't you?) Obtiendrez-vous votre fille prête avec votre langue et les doigts si je te demande à ? Et I' ; le ll la font faire la même chose à vous (Will you get your daughter ready with your tongue and fingers if I ask you to? And I'll have her do the same to you)

He didn't even notice that he was speaking French fluently, he was so caught up in Apolline's excitement, and it fed his own arousal, which fed Apolline's arousal until they were working themselves into a frenzy!


Appoline could barely think from her excitement, and the last suggestion he made was all it took to send her over the edge, she pulled her face away and started moaning as her second climax of the night washed over her, and she started babbling, “Oh MERLIN, maître ! Oui, I' ; le ll font cela et plus pour vous, I' ; m votre putain méchante, et toujours sera ! I' ; le ll sucent votre robinet hors de son cul si vous me voulez à, I' ; le ll font n'importe quoi, mais satisfont, baisent votre putain maintenant ! I' ; m vous priant, me baisent maintenant !” (Oh Merlin, Master! Yes, I'll do that and more for you, I'm your nasty whore, and always will be! I'll suck your cock out of her arse if you want me to, I'll do anything, but please, fuck your whore now! I'm begging you, fuck me now!)


That was all it took for Harry, and he stood up, and lifted her onto the couch. She grabbed the back of the couch and spread her legs apart as he gripped his cock and slid right into her, making her gasp as she was filled up in a way she hadn't been in years! As soon as he was inside her, he felt her tighten around him, and felt her hitting another peak through the bond. Using one hand, he started rubbing her pussy, while the other toyed with her nipples, making her moan in appreciation.



Fleur was watching in fascination from the doorway, seeing the young man she subconsciously referred to as 'Master' drove her mother to the heights of ecstasy over and over again, and she felt herself getting turned on watching the two of them, the candlelight throwing shadows against the wall, as she saw the sweat gleaming on both of their bodies, making them look almost animalistic, but still oddly beautiful. She had been woken by their conversation, hearing Master ask her mother questions, and then her mother's response. She could hardly believe what they were saying, but her juices were flowing as she pictured the scene. She moaned when he pulled out of Appoline and turned her around so she was seated on the couch, as he started stroking himself and, with a roar, exploded all across her mother's face and breasts. He must have heard her, because he gestured for her to come to him. She was in a daze at what she had seen, and moved forward without even realizing it. He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to, she knew what he wanted, and she moved to where Appoline was sitting, her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Moving closer, she started licking his cum off of her breasts, taking her nipples in her mouth and sucking them, before moving to the other breast until they were both clean and Appoline was moaning in renewed pleasure.


Seeing there was still some of him left on her face, Fleur licked up the gleaming wetness on Apolline's cheeks, gathering it in her mouth. Appoline had mostly recovered by then, and was watching her, and when Fleur finished, Appoline grabbed her and pulled her into an open mouth kiss, taking the remaining seed from her daughters mouth and swallowing it, moaning in pleasure as she did so. Fleur's eyes widened as she felt her mothers' tongue entering her mouth, but was quickly caught up in the moment and started kissing her back.


Harry watched, fascinated, as two of the most beautiful women he'd ever known were snogging in front of him, and he knew that, with a thought, he could have them in a 69 position, doing their best to make each other climax. It was probably the most erotic thing he'd ever seen in his life, and he was determined to make it happen before too much time had passed, but he was still fully erect, and wanted to do one more thing before they gave themselves over to sleep. Getting their attention by clearing his throat, he said, “Appoline, it's time for you to get Fleur ready for me, you can go back to snogging her later!”


Appoline quickly broke the kiss and slid away from Fleur, moving the younger woman so she was in the same position Appoline was in earlier. Kneeling behind her daughter, she reached out and spread her cheeks, and, gathering a great deal of saliva and spit right on the ring of muscle. Before she started using her tongue to loosen Fleur up, she heard a murmured spell from behind her, and saw that Fleur had been completely cleaned out, and she turned and gave Harry a smile. Turning back to her work, she formed her tongue into a point and moved it around the ring, relaxing it, and drawing a pleased sigh from Fleur. When it was relaxed enough, Appoline slid one of her fingers inside Fleur's pussy, getting it wet and working it into her arse, moving it around to loosen the ring even further. She kept going, eventually adding a second and third finger to Fleur, who was moaning in pleasure and pushing back against the invading fingers as she rubbed herself frantically. She whined when the fingers were removed, but froze when she felt her Master's hands on her hips, and the fingers were replaced by something larger and harder.


Harry paused as he put the head of his cock at Fleur's rosebud, not wanting to hurt her, because he knew she was a virgin there. Applying gentle pressure, she stretched around him, and he worked the head inside. He held still as she accepted him, and pushed forward a bit more, sending small bursts of power to her to help her relax. The power worked, as she sighed, and started moving back, pulling more of him inside her, as he moved forward. He noticed that Appoline had left the room while he was taking her daughter, and briefly wondered if what was happening made her uncomfortable. He extended his senses, and found Appoline was still extremely turned on, and anxious to feel him take her arse, but she just went to brush her teeth before it was her turn. Turning his attention back to Fleur, he saw that she had fully accepted him, and he started pumping her, leaning forward so he could toy with her breasts while he buggered her. “Appréciez-vous ceci, ma belle fleur ? Faites-vous aiment avoir votre Master' ; robinet de s en votre trou dégoûtant ? Est-ce que sachant que je vous prendrai là toutes les fois qu'et là où je veux ? Sachant qu'I vous possèdent, et ne vous laissez jamais partir ? (Are you enjoying this, my beautiful flower? Do you like having your Master's cock in your filthy hole? Knowing that I will take you there whenever and wherever I want? Knowing that I own you, and will never let you go?)


Oui ! Oui ! Maître ! Je l'aime, it' ; s si sale ! Je n'ai jamais fait ceci avant, mais le ferai pour vous toutes les fois que vous voulez, vous peux même me plier au-dessus de la table de dîner chez Hogwarts et me lambiner si vous voulez ! Il obtiendra aux autres filles l'observation cornée, et à I' ; le rampement de ll sous la table et lèchent tous leurs chats jusqu'à eux écrèment partout mon visage ! aimez-vous observer cela ? Je savez-vous que Hermione sera là, voulez-vous me voir faire son cri perçant dans le plaisir ?


(Yes! Yes! Master! I love it, it's so dirty! I never did this before, but will do it for you whenever you want, you can even bend me over the dinner table at Hogwarts and bugger me if you want! It will get the other girls horny watching, and I'll crawl under the table and lick all of their pussies until they cream all over my face! Would you like to watch that? I know that Hermione will be there, do you want to see me make her scream in pleasure?)


He froze as he pictured the scene, and was momentarily at a loss for words, but his body wasn't, as the pressure building deep inside him boiled over, and he started blasting inside her, cumming even harder than he had before, and seeing spots before his eyes. He blinked to clear his head, and saw Appoline back on her knees before him, as she pulled his cock from Fleur's' arse and started sucking on it, swallowing all of his cum that was still inside him.


He could feel Fleur was still recovering from her own orgasm, and completely lost to the world. He extended his senses and found that she had meant every word she had said, that her entire being practically vibrated with happiness and eagerness to do whatever her bonded Master would desire. Shaking his head at being the recipient of such devotion, he looked up and saw James and Lily watching him again, although there was a change this time, as they were naked as well, and Lily was holding onto a tree branch, and he could see James moving behind her, as Lily swayed with his thrusts. He felt dirty watching them, because he felt himself getting hard again looking at his mother's body. But it was even worse when he saw that she was looking at his body and licking her lips.


He could tell that James was close to his own orgasm, because he pulled out of Lily, and she dropped to her knees in the grass and started sucking him. After they had finished, James picked up his wand and conjured a piece of parchment where the the words “We Love You, and are proud of you Harry!” were printed, Harry wasn't able to say anything before they faded away again. Harry wiped the tears from his eyes, and wondered what was causing him to see his parents. When he looked down, he saw Appoline had released his cock, and was looking up at him curiously. “Harry, who were those people, and why were they watching us make love?”


The Ministry of Magic

Department of Magical Law Enforcement

Earlier


After interrogating Barty Crouch Jr, Amelia and Albus returned to the Ministry to get things back under control there. It was the start of a very long evening for the two of them, as well as the Aurors they could trust, as they overrode Fudge's bluster and arrested all those with the Dark Mark, including those who were released after the first war for being under the Imperius Curse. Curiously enough, several of those who claimed to be under the Imperius were not showing any signs of pain at all, and, when they raised their sleeves, their arms were completely unblemished, which caused several of them to break down sobbing in tears of relief. Of course, there were those who claimed to be cursed who were suffering the agony of the damned from the pain in the Dark Mark, and they were all stunned and stripped of all their wands, plus any other magical items they had on them, before being placed in cells in the Department of Mysteries, where Fudge was not able to gain access. It didn't stop him from being enough of a nuisance that Amelia ended up stunning him as well and tossing him in a cell next to Lucius Malfoy, to be interrogated with the rest of them. Once the last of the Aurors arrived with their prisoners, the remaining members of the Wizangamot were summoned for an Emergency Session.


Once the Wizangamot was seated, Barty Jr was brought in in chains, and interrogated under Veratiserum, and was quickly sentenced to be executed through the Veil as an escapee from Azkaban, as well as an accessory to the murder of Bertha Jorkins, employee of the Ministry of Magic. After the sentence was carried out, Barty Sr was brought in, and received a similar sentence for helping his son escape, as well as long term use of an Unforgivable Curse.


Amelia and Albus managed to use a memory of Barty Jr's to show that Peter Pettigrew was alive and an active Death Eater to get Sirius exonerated, and an official apology from the Ministry. Once that was completed, Amelia went into the well of the chamber to address the members.


“Fellow Members,” she began, “As the sworn testimony, as well as the memories presented have shown, the Dark Wizard known as Voldemort is not truly dead, but is, in fact, attempting to gain physical form again, to resume his campaign of terror against the Wizarding World. We all remember those dark days, and none of here, I am certain, wish to see those days come back. This is why I, with the agreement and assistance of the Chief Warlock Albus Dumbledore, have taken the steps I have this evening. We have contacted all those who were accused of Death Eater activities and were released after the last war, several were suffering from the burning in their Mark, and were taken into custody, those whose marks had faded completely away were not. This includes Hogwarts Professor Severus Snape, who served as a spy for the side of Light during the last conflict. I personally examined him, and there is no sign that the Dark Mark was ever there.” She paused to take a breath, this is going to be the tough part. Taking a drink of water, Amelia continued, “I have also sent a delegation of Aurors, led by Senior Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt to interrogate all of the imprisoned Death Eaters. Those who are bare of the Mark will be questioned again under Veratiserum, and either moved into the lower security wing of the prison if they committed crimes of their own free will, or transferred to Saint Mungo's prior to being released. “ There was no objection to that part of it, 'So far, so good' she thought. “However, those who were not under the Imperius Curse, after being fully interrogated to confirm their guilt, those prisoners will immediately be given the Dementor's Kiss and their bodies burned to ashes and scattered in the ocean.”


As she expected, the room exploded at that bit of news, fortunately, she was prepared for the objections. She stood patiently for several minutes, her face impassive as the members of Wizangamot seemed to be holding a competition to see who could shout the loudest, but there was no clear winner. Eventually they all had shouted themselves hoarse, and she spoke again.


“As I said, the prisoners who confess to truly heinous crimes, and the Veratiserum confirms they are telling the truth will be executed. The fact remains, if Voldemort succeeds in regaining a physical form, one of the first things he will want to do is free his faithful followers from Azkaban. Ask yourself this, do you really want Bellatrix Lestrange or Augustus Rookwood free to pick up where they left off? The two of them were responsible for over 300 deaths between them, some of us lost members of our families to their wands!” There were some nods in the seats at that, including Dame Longbottom. “As the Wizard General Sun Tzu famously stated several thousand years ago, and I am paraphrasing, 'In War, it is crucial to deny your enemy anything that can be used against you.'


“I realize that this is a very dangerous step, but it is necessary, especially in light of other information that has come to light. In interrogating several of the Inner Circle Death Eaters who avoided punishment after the last war, we discovered that there were already plans in place to take Azkaban and slaughter the guards, before freeing the prisoners and turning the Dementors lose to feed on the general population.” She saw that more and more nods were visible in the audience, so she moved to the final portion of the evening. Turning to the Auror at the door to the Chamber, she called, “Bring in the prisoners!”


Amelia and Albus had spent some time before summoning the Wizangamot deciding on the order of the trials, as well as allowing the accused to contact their solicitors, so they would be able to defend themselves, even though the pensieve memories of the questioning under Veratiserum made the verdicts a foregone conclusion. Albus suggested contacting the spouses of the accused, and letting them attend the trials as well, so they would have a chance to say goodbye.


The sun was rising by the time it was finished, and The Daily Prophet had headlines for the next several weeks dealing with the fallout.


CORRUPTION IN THE MINISTRY!


Fudge, Umbridge Convicted and Sentenced to Azkaban


Barty Crouch Used Unforgivable Curse on His Son, Sent Through the Veil!


Death Eaters in the Ministry


Malfoy, McNair, Others Convicted and Executed


Rufus Scrimgeour Acting Minister


Sirius Black Exonerated!

Peter Pettigrew is Death Eater, Order of Merlin Revoked


Hogwarts Great Hall

The Next Morning


The Hall was filled with students having breakfast when Harry and Fleur entered and took their seats. Everyone noticed how close they had been walking, and several of the girls noticed something slightly off in Fleur's' stride, and the more experienced among them grinned knowingly at each other. Pansy turned her face slightly toward Daphne who was sitting to her left and whispered, “He must have shagged her bow-legged! Can you imagine what it takes to do that to a Veela? We aren't going to be able to walk for days!” Daphne and Tracey (who were listening in) both blushed and giggled, but didn't argue.


Hermione had been watching Harry as he came through the doors, and she immediately realized something was different about him. It wasn't just the confident stride, although that was slightly surprising, until she thought about it and realized he had slept with Fleur last night. She was surprised that she wasn't even slightly jealous about it, having expected it after the dream (fantasy?) of the night before where she watched and fingered herself madly as Harry shagged Fleur and her mother for hours. She knew that Harry wasn't going to leave her behind, based on the conversation of yesterday afternoon, although she was looking forward to him claiming her properly later that day! It wasn't until Harry was right next to her that she finally figured out what had changed, it was his scar, it had disappeared! She also realized that he was far more powerful than he had been just the day before, and wondered how the two were related.


Harry smiled at her as he took his regular seat next to her, although the way he rested his hand on her shoulder before rubbing his thumb behind her ear was different. Parvati had been sitting across from her roommate this morning, Ron still hadn't gotten out of bed, and she watched as Hermione's eyes closed and she gave a small sigh of pleasure. She may have been a virgin (something she had been planning to change the night of the Yule Ball, if her date hadn't been such a prat!), but she was very well read, and she recognized the way Harry touched Hermione as the beginnings of foreplay as described in one of the supplements to the Kama Sutra she had stashed under her mattress.


Parvati, even though she was hurt by Harry's behavior the night of the Ball, had forgiven him after the apology he gave her and Padma, including an arrangement of flowers that were native to the Chola Nadu region, where they were born. She and Padma had both been impressed that he had managed to find out what part of India they were from, and had gone to the trouble of finding the flowers. The sisters had a very long conversation after Harry had left them that day. It was not something that was widely known outside the Tamil culture, but Identical Twins are known to share a deep connection, even deeper than the connection found in the Anglo races, and the two of them had known from earliest childhood that they could not bear to be separated for any length of time, and had decided that, when they chose to marry, they would be joining to the same man. With Harry's gesture, he had recaptured his spot at the top of their list.

However, watching his behavior with Hermione, and seeing that he had walked in with Fleur Delacour, she would have to have another discussion with her sister to decide if they were willing to be part of a nascent harem, instead of being a triad. She didn't think Padma would object, especially since the two of them were raised, until they started their schooling, in a seraglio, their mother, Sira, was the 6th wife to Rajab Patil, and she had raised them to understand the secrets of getting along in a Harem, and what spells to cast on themselves and their sister wives to avoid any jealousy. Of course, the night last Summer when she got tipsy and started telling about how the wives 'entertained' themselves when it wasn't their night to spend in their Husbands' bedchamber were more than a little embarrassing, especially when she said that she sometimes 'entertained' herself with her younger sister, who was Rajabs' 8th wife.


While they hadn't quite worked up the nerve to 'entertain' each other, they were both fairly certain that they would end up doing so with Harry, or whatever man they married, but they weren't quite ready to take that step. However, Parvati had found Lavender quite willing to experiment, and Padma confided that she had gotten very close to a girl in the year below them, who was actually only about a month younger than they were. Parvati had been introduced to Luna Lovegood, but wasn't quite sure what to make of the blonde. She was certainly attractive enough, in a fae sort of way, but her conversations tended to go off on unusual tangents.


Thinking about Lavender brought a small frown to her face, wondering what her roommate wanted to talk to her about. When Parvati woke up this morning, she found a note sitting on her nightstand. It wasn't signed, but Parvati recognized the handwriting instantly.


“Hey Sleepy! I'm sorry you weren't up when I got back from the lesson. Something really interesting happened, and I can't hardly wait to tell you about it. I'm going to have a bit of a lie in in the morning, but we need to have a private conversation after breakfast sometime. I think you'll find it very interesting.”


Parvati was curious what Lavender wanted to talk about, and mildly irritated that the blonde was teasing her like this, making her wait. Just then, she felt someone take a seat beside her, and she saw Lavender sit down, and reach for a roll. She was going to start questioning her friend when she felt a hand touch her on her wrist. Jerking back to reality, she saw it was Harry who had touched her, and he was looking at her with a smirk. Moving his hand away, he gestured with his head toward the Headmaster who was standing at his seat, obviously waiting to make an announcement of some sort.


Albus looked out, and saw that he had the student's undivided attention. 'Probably hoping I'll be quick so they can get back to eating', he thought to himself, hiding a slight smile in his beard.


“Thank you, I will be brief. I just wanted to pass along some information before the Daily Prophet arrives this morning and raises all sorts of questions. First of all, regarding the entry of Mister Potter in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, it was discovered last night how his name was entered....” he paused, drawing out the tension, and saw that Harry was watching him intently. “One of the Professors had been held captive and impersonated by a Death Eater, who cast a series of charms on the Goblet, causing the artifact to believe there was a fourth school, and entered a slip of paper with Mr Potters signature on it as a student at the fourth school. As you will find out in this mornings newspaper, the Death Eater was Bartemius Crouch Jr, who was believed to have died in Azkaban several years ago. This was part of a plot to return Voldemort back to a physical form...” He had to pause as the entire hall erupted in whispers and even a few screams when he said the name.


After the Hall had quieted again, he continued, “Please, be assured I did not tell you that to frighten you, but instead, to reassure you, we, that is the Aurors and I and a few others, have already taken steps to prevent the plot from succeeding. The second item will, unfortunately, be distressing to some of you, but, as part of the questioning of Bartemius, several Ministry officials, and others who had been cleared during the Trials after the war, were implicated in very serious crimes. Those individuals were questioned under Veratiserum, and those that were actual, willing, followers of Voldemort, were put on trial before the Wizangamot last night. They were given access to their solicitors, and each of them had the opportunity to defend themselves. The men and women that were convicted were executed at Dawn today.” He looked out over the Hall, and his eyes paused on the Slytherin table, knowing that what he was about to say would totally destroy at least one young man, if not more.


“One of those tried was Lucius Malfoy.”


“No! It's a lie! My Father is a great man! You're lying to us for some reason you muggle loving fool! I won't listen to this, and when my Father learns how you are slandering his name, you will regret it!”


With those words, Draco left the table and rushed out of the Hall. Those close enough could see, under the flush of anger on his face, a very real fear.


Albus had waited impassively during Draco's rant, and, after the boy had left the Hall, he continued. “As I was saying, Lucius Malfoy was tried, and, during his questioning, he confessed to being the person responsible for the wave of petrifications that swept the school two years ago, in an attempt to purge the school of all non-purebloods. It was pure luck that no one was killed during that time, because, if his plan had worked properly, more than three quarters of the students and staff would have died. For this and many other crimes that were proven, he was executed this morning.”


There were more of course, but Lucius was the only one of those executed who currently had a child at Hogwarts. Also, by announcing Lucius' execution, and, he had to give the man credit, he walked through the veil on his own, with no groveling or tears, Albus sent an unmistakeable signal that things would be different at the school now, with the worst of the blood supremacists losing the protection of his fathers' influence and gold.


His eyes widened slightly at the reactions of several of Draco's year mates, they all seemed to be fighting to keep a serious demeanor, but he could see several badly hidden smiles among them, especially on Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe. He had been surprised, when the two boy's fathers had been questioned, that they were able to present completely unblemished arms. Perhaps the two of them were more cunning than their reputations suggested? Hopefully the sons were equally as cunning. Turning back to the rest of the Hall, he continued with his announcement.


“Finally, there is a new Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour was selected as Interim Minister by vote of the Wizangamot after the former Minister, Cornelius Fudge was removed from office for bribery and corruption, and he and several members of his staff are guests of the Dementors, and will be for the next several years. That is all my announcements for this morning, so please, enjoy your breakfasts!” With a genial smile, he sat back down and tucked into his steak and eggs.

With a start, Albus remembered one more piece of news that he wanted Harry to hear from him, and not the Prophet, so he summoned Drippy, his personal elf, and had him bring writing materials. Jotting a quick note, he asked the elf to deliver the message to Harry. A few seconds later, he saw Harry pick up the note, and look toward him. Albus smiled and nodded, and Harry opened it, his eyes widening behind his glasses as he read the note, and then read it again. Albus expected the wide smile on the young man's face, and the exuberant hug he gave to Miss Granger as she read the note, but he wasn't expecting Harry to stand up, his wand in his hand and shout “Expecto Patronum!”


Albus had heard tales of Harry's Patronus, of course, but had never actually seen it in person. But, instead of the Silver-White Stag he was expecting, the Stag was pure gold in color, and stood over 12 foot high at the shoulder. The Stag looked around the room, scanning for danger, and finding none, walked around the tables, pausing to nuzzle several different young women at each of the tables. The girls in question all got blissful looks on their faces, and soon the Hall was filled with multiple Patronus', he saw an Otter from Miss Granger, a Sheepdog from Miss Brown, and a Bengal Tiger from Miss Parvati Patil from the Gryffindor table, the Hufflepuff Table had a Bulldog from Miss Bones. The Ravenclaws had a Swan from Miss Chang, which surprised him, because she had been Mr Diggory's date for the Yule Ball, a Peregrine Falcon from Miss Padma Patil, and something that looked like a rabbit, but with a crumpled horn coming out of it's forehead from Miss Lovegood. The old man chuckled, knowing from the gossip in the staffroom that Miss Lovegood had an extremely interesting way of looking at things, and would likely keep Harry amused and confused for years. A final Patronus appeared at the Ravenclaw table, as a Phoenix was generated by Fleur Delacour, but this one was gold in color also. Albus wondered how long it would take for the significance of the Beauxbatons' champion's Patronus being gold would be understood, and who would be the next to produce a golden Patronus? If he had to place a bet, he would guess that Miss Granger would be next, based on how close she was sitting to Harry, and the way he had his arm wrapped around her. Curious to see if there would be anything from the Slytherin House, he was pleased to see that there were three, an Owl from Miss Parkinson, a Dolphin from Miss Greengrass, and, most surprising of all for the house whose symbol is the serpent, a Mongoose from Miss Davis.


The various Patronus' all gathered around the Stag, and, when the Phoenix landed on the Stag's antlers, they all turned to face Harry and, in unison, bowed to him, before fading away, leaving nothing behind but a good feeling and memories. As the students started talking excitedly among themselves, Harry finished his breakfast, and left the table, heading for the Head Table. Albus watched him approach, and set down his utensils, wiping his face with a napkin to get the last of the egg from his beard. When Harry stopped, he said, “Yes Harry?”


“Good Morning, Professor, I just wanted to thank you for the news about Sirius, and to ask you if we could possibly move our meeting to after lunch? As enjoyable and educational as last night was, I didn't get any sleep, and really need to take a kip for a few hours before I fall out. And, I would imagine you could do with a nap yourself, considering how busy you were last night.”


Albus laughed lightly, “Very true, Harry, I'm not as young as I like to think I am sometimes, and it was a very long night, and, while productive, not as enjoyable as yours. I will expect you after lunch, then. Have a good rest.” With a tired smile, Harry nodded and headed toward the exit, not seeming to notice the eyes on him from several different girls. When he had finally left the room, most of the students continued to eat, but, as one, the Patronus Girls all stood up and headed toward Fleur at the Ravenclaw Table.


Pansy was the first to reach Fleur, and, surprising herself, reached out and embraced the older girl. “Hello Sister, my name is Pansy, and I think that we need to talk, don't you?”


Fleur smiled happily, pleased that Harry's magic had identified those would be joining her and her mother, and she nodded, “Oui, I mean, Yes, I believe we do. But this is not the place,”


Hermione spoke up, “I've got an idea, let me try something.” Stepping away from the other girls, she called out “Dobby!”


The little being appeared instantly, “Yes Miss Grangey, youse called for Dobby?”


Kneeling down to his level, Hermione said, “Yes, Dobby, and thank you for coming so quickly. We” she gestured to the other girls who were watching in fascination, “need a place for a meeting, and none of the classrooms are private enough. Do you know a place where we can be comfortable and not worry about being disturbed?”


Dobby's eyes got even wider as he looked at the gathered women, “Dobby knew that Harry Potter sir was a great and wonderful wizard! But he is even greater than Dobby thought! Dobby knows a place, the elfses calls it the 'Come and Go Room' Dobby can takes you there. All of youse needs to be joining your handses, so Dobby can take you to where you wants to go!” When the women had all clasped hands, several with a bemused smile on their face, Dobby took hold of Hermione's arm and the group of them disappeared.



The Seventh Floor

In Front of the Tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy


With a soft “POP!” of displaced air, Dobby and his eleven passengers arrived in a dimly lit hallway. Pointing to a section of the wall across from them, Dobby says, “One of youse walks back and forth three times and thinks real hard about what you need, and the door will be's there! Youse is on the Seventh Floor of Hogwartses, so you can gets back when youse wants to. Now, Dobby has much works to do.”


Fleur said, “Wait! Dobby, can you get a message to my mother for me? It will only take a moment.”


Dobby nodded, and quickly pulling a Biro and a notepad from her robes she wrote a quick note telling Appoline everything that had happened, and what was about to happen. Handing it to Dobby with a word of thanks, the elf nodded and turned away. With a quiet pop, the elf was gone.


When Lavender looked questioning at the notepad, Fleur said, “It's to 'elp with my English, when I 'ear a word I don't know, I write it down so I can look it up later.”


Lavender nodded, “Makes sense, I'd imagine there's a lot of things said here that don't get taught when you are learning the language.”


Fleur just grinned and nodded.


While the others started talking amongst themselves about what sort of room they needed, Pansy stepped forward, and, concentrating, followed Dobby's instructions and paced back and forth three times and looked at the wall. Where there had only been blank stone before, an ornately carved wooden door stood there in the wall. Reaching out, Pansy ignored the gasps of surprise from the others, and twisted the door knob, and pushed inward. The door opened easily, and silently as if on well oiled hinges.


Stepping inside the room, Pansy smiled, the room was exactly how she had pictured it, a little bigger than the Slytherin Common Room, with a tasteful mixture of all the House Colors and symbols, a plush carpet, and comfortable couches with plenty of room for all of them arranged in a “U” shape, with ice buckets full of butter beer and fizzy drinks for the conversation. And best of all, from her perspective, the three fireplaces in the room all had fires blazing merrily in them, and the room was wonderfully warm! Sliding her shoes off, she walked in her stockings onto the carpet and sighed happily as the carpet caressed her feet. Turning to the others, she said, “Leave your shoes by the door, this carpet is way too nice to be subjected to them.” Not waiting to see if the others followed her instructions, the Slytherin Queen went to the couch in the center and took a seat in the middle and waited. She gestured for Fleur to sit next to her on the couch, and the Blonde sat down on Pansy's right side. The others filed in and took their seats, looking around the room. Pansy grinned as she saw the name placards appear on the low tables in front of each of them.


When they were all seated, Pansy said, “Well, sisters, we've got a lot to talk about, so we might as well get comfortable. To start things off, who here thinks they know why we are here? Hermione?”


Hermione looked up, startled, before she realized what Pansy had asked, and then she blushed. Clearing her throat, she said, “If you mean, why did Harry's Patronus affect each of us? Then yes, I do have an idea why we are here, if you mean something else, then I'm afraid I don't know.”


Pansy nodded, “That's exactly what I meant, care to share your ideas? I have my own ideas, but I'm curious how many of us were thinking along the same lines.”


Hermione nodded, and opened her mouth to speak, but froze, blushing again. Gathering her nerves, she asked, “I'm sorry, I'm just a little nervous, the reason I think we all are here has to do with sexual matters, and, to be honest, it's not something I'm very comfortable talking about in a large group.”


Several of the girls nodded in understanding, as Hermione continued with a strange question. “Do you know if the room creates something, or summons it from somewhere else?” Pansy shrugged, not really sure of the answer, and Hermione frowned, before taking a deep breath, and muttering “Here goes nothing!”


The others watched as she closed her eyes tightly, and her face slipped into a frown of concentration. Nothing happened for a couple of minutes, before there was a sudden “Pop!” and there was several things sitting on the table in front of her. The pure bloods had no idea what the items were, but all of the Half bloods and Muggle born knew what they were immediately!


Hermione smiled slightly at the curious looks she was getting from the pure bloods, although Susan looked like she was remembering something, and then her eyes lit up! “Hermione, is that a bong? I'd heard about them from a course Aunt Amelia took about the Muggle drug problem, and she described some of the types of smoking pipes she'd seen, because she thought they were kind of amusing.”


Hermione nodded, “That's right Susan, it's something that I tried for the first time last Summer. My nerves were still stretched incredibly thin from the Dementors, as well as a few other things that happened last year, and I could not relax! My mother noticed what was wrong, and she sat down with me one afternoon, and she pulled out this clear plastic baggie, and a bigger version of this bong! You could have knocked me over with a feather, I had no idea she got high, but she told me that it helped her after the car accident that killed my father, dealing with the nightmares and other problems. Anyway, she convinced me to try it, and it helped me relax over the Summer, and, to be honest, right now I need something to help me relax, and lower my inhibitions a little bit, because as I mentioned, I'm not really comfortable discussing why I think we are here with most of you, because I don't know you, and, truthfully Pansy, you and I haven't had the best relationship, and we are going to be talking about some extremely intimate subjects in front of girls who are practically strangers to us. I'm sure you can understand why I feel the need to having something to help me relax?”


Pansy nodded as she listened, “Actually, yes, it's normal to be a bit nervous, and, while I'd probably reach for a calming potion, we've all got our own methods of relaxation, and, while we are on the subject, I apologize for the unpleasant, and, if we are being honest, hateful things I've said to you over the years. I didn't mean any of them, except for maybe calling you an 'annoying know it all' in first year, but you've gotten better about that since then,” she smiled, before growing serious again, “all I can say in my own defense is that, with the Amazing Bouncing Ferret in the house, all of us had to play a role to keep him from running to his Father, and causing our families a great deal of trouble. Since you weren't brought up in the pure blood society, you probably aren't aware of just how much influence Lucius Malfoy wielded, he may not have been the Minister, but he was the one controlling Fudge, and if a family did anything to get on his bad side, they suddenly found themselves receiving a lot of unpleasant official attention. Just to give you an example, did you ever wonder why Sally Anne Perks didn't come back this year? She turned Draco down last year when he demanded 'favors' from her, and Draco went crying to his father. A few weeks later, and an investigation into Alphard Perks' business and finances was under way, and the business was closed down, and the majority of their wealth was taken in fines!”


Hermione's jaw dropped when she heard the story of what had happened to the 4th girl in her dorm, and was sputtering in indignation, trying to find the words to express herself when Pansy continued, calmly, “Don't worry Hermione, the Perks' are fine, there are several families who have been quietly helping them out, and, with Lucius off on his 'Next Great Adventure' I wouldn't be surprised if Sally-Anne came back next year. But, anyway, I got away from my subject, which was apologizing to you. I hope you accept, because I do regret the things I said, and, with Draco gone, and the threat of his father, things are going to be changing, and I'll promise you that I won't be saying those things again.”


Hermione nodded, “Apology accepted. Now, if you don't mind, while I'm a bit less nervous, I'd still like to relax a little more.” Looking around and seeing that Lavender and Susan were watching eagerly, “I do have enough to share, you know?” she grinned, as she prepared the bong for use. Grabbing a bottle of butter beer, she opened it and poured it into the globe at the base, and opened the plastic bag. The others watched as she moved with almost surgical precision, filling the bowl, lighting it, and drawing the smoke into her lungs, before releasing it and taking a deep breath.


She held the bong out to anyone else that wanted to try, and Pansy moved to take it from her. After mimicking what she had seen Hermione do, Pansy inhaled the smoke, and coughed as she let it out. Glaring mildly at Hermione and Lavender, who said, in unison, “Virgin!” before giggling, Pansy released the rest of the smoke and took a deep breath. She blinked at the feeling of lightheadedness that hit her, and passed it to Lavender, who had been waiting eagerly. Lavender lit up and soon all of the girls, following Pansy's example, had tried it themselves.


Pansy leaned back on the couch and smiled, part of her plan was already working. She had decided when making her plans last night, to be the Alpha of Harry's Harem, and had put it in practice by being the first to address Fleur, and then by taking the lead in summoning the room, as well as being the first to try the smoking. It was amusing how easy it really was to become the leader of any group, all you had to do was decide to be the leader, and act the part, and soon others were following your lead, and, before long, they would start automatically looking at you to make decisions for the group. Movement on the tables caught her eye and she looked down and saw several plates of biscuits and bowls of crisps were spread along the table. She briefly wondered who had summoned them, but was distracted by the sight of a plate of chocolate chip biscuits, and was soon munching happily.


“Well Hermione, are you relaxed enough yet?” Pansy asked in a teasing tone. Hermione shocked everyone by flipping Pansy the reversed 'V' and caused everyone to laugh, Pansy included.


Hermione took a drink from the bottle in front of her and said,


“Yep! As far as I can tell, something happened to Harry last night, and I think we can all guess what it was, right Fleur?” who grinned and nodded, “and it changed him, drastically. How many of you noticed that Harry's scar was almost completely faded when he came in this morning?”


Several of the girls nodded, the others shook their heads. “I noticed it immediately, but then, I've been so close to him for so long it's almost second nature for me to notice things about him. Anyway, I don't know how many of you are aware of this, but, I'm not actually a Muggleborn, muggle raised, yes, but, when I opened my Gringotts Vault after 2d year, I had the goblins do an inheritance test, and it turns out that my parents were both squibs, descended, through 5 or 6 generations of squibs, of a couple of minor pure blood families that were thought to have died out over a hundred years ago. The reason I mentioned that, is because one of the families, the Ganelons' had a rather unusual gift, and it manifested in me, I can tell at a glance approximately how powerful, magically speaking, a person is. When I saw Harry this morning, after realizing that his scar had faded, I also saw that his magical strength had jumped from just above average for his age into the Gandalf, Dumbledore area! Now, ordinarily that wouldn't be a major concern, but, how many of you in 4th year or above, have had your meeting with Madam Pomfrey?”


All of the girls, except Fleur, who had a similar meeting with the Nurse at Beauxbatons, raised their hands. “Okay, so you all are aware of Jeremy's Rule of Magical Inequality, but since Luna hasn't had the meeting yet, Jeremy's Rule has to do with long term relationships, sexual relationships between a wizard and a witch, and it states that, in a relationship, if the stronger partner is more than twice as strong as the weaker partner, the stronger partners' magic will change the weaker partner, until they are the ideal match for the wizard. Basically, it turns the weaker partner into nothing more than a doll, the witch's personality is totally submerged into the new personality, and there is nothing that can be done to prevent it. The sad thing is, it's not even something the wizard can control, it's all done automatically by the wizard's magic. The only way to avoid the witch losing her personality, is for the wizard to have multiple partners, so that the imbalance is spread out, and the wizard doesn't end up overwhelming the witches.”


Luna was listening closely to Hermione's explanation, and, when the older witch paused, Luna asked,

“Are you saying that we have to join a Harem? That magic chose us, and we have no choice but to go along?”


“Well, yes and no, Luna.” At the confused look on the gray eyed blonde's face, Hermione continued, “What I mean is, if you have no interest in any relationship beyond friendship with Harry, then you won't be in a Harem. However, if you are interested in him, romantically that is, then yes, you will probably find yourself as part of a harem. I'll admit, it wasn't my dream growing up, but, I love Harry enough that I'll take him anyway I can, and if that means sharing him, so be it!”


The room was quiet after that, as each of the girls was thinking about what Hermione had said, and what it meant to them. Pansy didn't have to think about it, she had know from the beginning what she was going to do, and so she decided to take the reins of the meeting again. “Thanks Hermione, I agree that Jeremy's Rule is part of what I was thinking about, there is another part, but we can set that aside for now. The question we all have to answer is, do we want to join a Harem, even one centered around Harry Potter? I've already made my decision, and the fact that Ferret Boy is gone just made it easier, I'm in!”


Fleur was the first to speak up, “Oui, I am as well, I bonded myself to 'Arry last night, and 'ave no wish to change that!” She giggled, “Arry wore me out last night, and my mère, my mother as well!”


Padma spoke up, “I think I can speak for Parv in this as well, we're in also. We had decided a while ago that Harry was the one for us, and, speaking as someone who was raised in a Seraglio, it's not a bad thing. In fact, my mother gave Parv and I some spells that will make sure jealousy isn't a problem, and we can cast them for us if you want us to.”


Parvati nodded, and added, “One other thing to consider, how many of you are open to the idea of being with another girl, both with and without Harry? One thing our mother told us, of course, she was rather tipsy at the time, is that they were often randy enough to turn to each other when their husband took one of the others to his bed. “


Fleur said, without the slightest embarrassment, “It's true, 'Arry likes watching two women togezzer, he had us making love to each ozzer last night, and we really enjoyed it!”


Pansy grinned and added, “It's not a problem for me! As Daphne and Tracey can tell you, I've been playing with girls for the last two years, and I'd have no problem making any of you scream my name!”


Cho smirked, “Feeling a little cocky, Parkinson?” she teased, “Maybe we should put that to the test? I don't have any problem at all with playing with another girl or two, in fact, that was why Cedric and I broke up yesterday, he was just too straitlaced, not a bad shag, but when I asked him to bugger me, he wouldn't do it!” Hearing a gasp of shock from somewhere in the room, she said, “The Hat knew what it was doing when it sorted me into Ravenclaw, I've always been curious about things, and when puberty hit, I started researching the different fun things that I could experience. I've found a few things that I don't think I'd want to do, but other than that, I'll try almost anything once! As far as I'm concerned, Vanilla is a pudding flavor, and doesn't have to apply to the bedroom. And, I'm sure Harry told you, Hermione, he asked me to the Yule Ball, but unfortunately I'd already told Cedric I'd go with him. I was really sorry I'd said yes, because I would have loved to have gone with Harry.”


“And there is another benefit I can see, can any of you picture Harry not supporting you in any of your dreams or goals? If we were to get married to a typical wizard, like Weasley,” Cho made a face, “Can you imagine him letting his wife work, or have a career? He'd expect you to do nothing but pop out sprogs every year, and be a housewife! No thank you! I've already been scouted by the Holyhead Harpies, and expect to sign a contract with them when I graduate. So yes, I'm in as well.”


Several of the girls were nodding thoughtfully as Cho made her last point, and Daphne spoke up, “The idea of being able to follow my own dreams and goals is certainly attractive, but what interests me the most, is how much influence Harry could have, if he only learned to wield it! I'm willing to join, if only to be able to teach him how to play the game of the Wizangamot. I realize that it's not the most altruistic reason, but, I'm in Slytherin for a reason, I'm ambitious. I want to be the Minister of Magic one day, and having the Potter block of votes supporting me would be a big help in that.” Then she grinned, “Besides, if he was good enough to wear out two Veela? I've got to get me some of that!”


A wave of laughter swept the room, and Luna muttered, “Me too!” before speaking up, “I don't really have a problem with being a part of a Harem, but I have a fairly selfish reason. Most of you don't know this, but my mother was a spell crafter, and, one day when I was nine years old, I was in the room when she did one of her experiments. It went badly wrong, and there was an explosion, I was holding her hand when she died.” Those closest to her could see the tears welling up in her eyes, and Padma leaned over and put her arm around the younger girl's shoulder, pulling her into a hug, which Luna returned, murmuring a quiet “Thank you” into her lovers' ear, before continuing “The next few years were very rough on me, because my daddy couldn't handle losing mummy, and he fell apart, spending all his time with The Quibbler, and leaving me alone. I know that I'm considered odd, or even Loony, because of my creatures, but they were all things Mummy made up when she told me stories before I went to sleep, and, for the longest time, they were my only company, and it was hard to stop when I got to Hogwarts. I want children, a lot of them, but I don't want them to grow up like I did if something happens to me, and having other women there to watch over them, and be their Mummy, would make sure that it didn't happen to them.” By the time she finished, she was shaking with emotion, and Padma pulled her closer and wrapped her other arm about the girl, offering what comfort she could.


Susan had been sitting quietly, listening to the others, trying to decide whether this was for her or not, but she couldn't help herself, at Luna's words, she was off the couch and crossing the room, pulling the blond into a hug, whispering, “It'll be okay Luna, we'll help you, and watch over your babies when you have them! But can you imagine Harry letting anything happen to you? He's Harry Potter, and he can do anything he sets his mind to, don't you know that?”


Once Luna had calmed down, Susan spoke up, “I'm in! I agree with a lot of what you've all been saying, but I have another reason, I'm the last of my family line, and need to continue it, and, with all of you to provide an heir for the Potter family, any child of mine can continue the Bones line, and hopefully I can have enough children to ensure the line won't die out. I'll admit, I'm not too sure about being with another girl, but I'm not against the idea.”


Fleur said, “I wouldn't worry about it, if it 'appens, it will be because 'Arry has you so 'ot and bozzered that you don't even think about what you are doing. Don't try to over think it, just enjoy yourself when the time comes.”


Tracey smiled at her fellow redhead, “Of course, if you decide you want to practice first, I'd certainly be willing to help you out! Ow!” She glared at Daphne who had just slapped her in the back of the head.


Daphne said, “Don't pay Tracey any mind, Susan. I sometimes think she's actually a guy who was born with a girl's plumbing. She's a bigger horndog, as the muggles say, than most of the guys in the house. If she wasn't almost as good in bed as she thinks she is, she'd be intolerable. As it is, Pansy and I have to give her a good spanking every couple of days to keep her in line!

Pansy happened to be looking across the room at Hermione when Daphne was speaking, and saw Hermione flush and start squirming when spanking Tracey was mentioned. 'Interesting, the Bossy know-it-all is a sub, is she? That will make for some fun times later on. And I don't have to worry about her trying to be the Alpha Bitch of this Harem!'


Setting that thought aside, Pansy said, “It looks like Tracey is in, how about you Lavender? Are you in or out?”


“Oh! I'm in, definitely! I was just thinking about how to handle the public reaction when it gets out about all of us and Harry. You know that Skeeter and the others will have a field day, 'Boy Who Lives becomes the Boy Who Shagged' will probably be the mildest reaction, and the others will probably be worse. And we need to figure out what to tell our parents, because I doubt most of them would be thrilled to find out their daughter or daughters are in a Harem. Granted we are all over 16, so we are old enough to do so if we wanted, but still, we need to figure out a way to keep some of them from pulling us out of Hogwarts and home schooling us until we get our OWLs.”


Pansy nodded, “That's true, and, while my parents wouldn't be that upset about it, my older brother has already had the Heir, not everybody is that lucky. But, I was thinking about it while we were talking, and believe I have a solution.” The others looked at her expectantly, “If you think about it, Harems are usually something you find in the Muggle world, aren't they? But there is a strictly magical grouping of several women with one male that, historically, nobody even blinked an eye at. And this grouping grants us all magical as well as social benefits.” Seeing that the Ravenclaws and Hermione understood what she was saying, she turned to Luna, saying, “Do you think the Quibbler would be interested in an article about the first Coven being formed at Hogwarts in over a hundred years?”


Luna looked at her thoughtfully, with no sign of the distraction that the others were used to could be found, before a smile grew on her face, “That would work! And I'm sure that the Quibbler would be delighted to publish that article, especially if we included interviews with each of us. And Covens historically form around Magically Powerful Wizards, so it wouldn't be surprising to see one form around Harry, and, with the awe people historically held for Coven's, even if they think we are a Harem first, and a Coven second, well, that's their problem, isn't it?”


“You know, I really hate to cast Aquamenti on the conversation” Susan said, “But has anybody figured out how to let Harry know about all of this? We sit here making plans that involve him in a central role, and he doesn't know anything about it? From what I've seen and heard, and Hermione, I'm surprised you didn't bring this up, Harry hates being manipulated into anything, so how do you think he would react if we just sprang this on him, without any warning? I'd imagine he'd be brassed off, to put it mildly!”


Hermione's jaw dropped, before she shook her head, “I can't believe I didn't think about that! I just saw that all of us are willing, and figured, Harry's a guy, he'll love the idea! I managed to overlook the fact that Harry has never been 'just a guy'. If he were, I doubt we'd be having this conversation. I'm supposed to meet him this afternoon, we have something important to talk about, and I can bring this up to him then, and try to get his approval.”


Tracey said, “Do you need a cushioning charm for the floor? It can get sore on the knees if he's tough to convince. Ow! Damn it Daphne!”


Hermione looked torn between being scandalized and blushing, and finally settled on a smirk. “Don't worry, I've got that covered.”


'Actually, 'ermione, you may not have to convince him, My mère made him aware of the necessity of 'aving a group of lovers last night, and, once 'Arry got used to the idea, it really didn't bother him that much, 'e was mostly concerned that all of 'is lovers are there because they want to be there, and are not being forced into it. 'Arry is also concerned that they are discreet, and I believe the 'Arem or Coven bond will ensure that. I can check with 'im now if you like?”


She held up her hand, “I will explain in a moment, now, excuse me.” Fleur closed her eyes and reached out through the bond, and flushed when she discovered he wasn't sleeping, he was remembering the night before as he stroked himself.


'Harry? Master?' she sent to him, startling him.


'Fleur?' then she felt him chuckle, 'this aspect of the bonding is going to take some getting used to, I think. I was just thinking about last night.'


'I could tell,' she sent with a mental chuckle of her own, 'and I can tell you that I enjoyed every minute of it! And I know that mother did also.'


'I'm glad, I'll admit that I was worried, things got out of hand last night, and I was concerned that you might have some regrets, especially about making love to Appoline.'


'No, no regrets at all, other than the fact that I wasted several months that we could have been enjoying each other. But I didn't bother you just to talk about last night. I'm in a very interesting gathering right now.....'


After explaining what was going on to Harry, he was quiet for a few moments, thinking.


'It sounds like they are deciding on their own to stay, even though it was my magic that identified them. It also seems like Pansy is setting herself up as the Alpha of the group. Tell them that I have no problem with what they've decided, and, let them know that I'm really looking forward to welcoming each of them into the Potter family in the very near future!'


He paused and said, 'I want you to tell Pansy that I'm aware of her ambition to be the Alpha and, will accept her in that role, after she does one thing for me.'


'What is that?'


'Tell Pansy that her apology will be accepted as soon as she strips naked, crawls over to Hermione and goes down on her, making her cum in front of everyone in the room. If she is willing to go down on her knees in front of a Muggleborn, that will convince me she was sincere in her apologies, and will able to fulfill the role. Anyway, that's my price to allow her to take the lead role in the Harem. And if she is unable, or unwilling, we will have to find another Alpha. Now, pass along the message, and, if Pansy does what I'm asking, be sure to watch carefully, because I'm going to want a pensieve memory of the event!'


With a laugh, Fleur backed out of the connection to see everyone watching her anxiously.


“He agrees, and says he's looking forward to welcoming each of you personally to the Potter Family.”


Hermione sighed with relief, and the others chuckled in response, not noticing that Fleur had turned to Pansy and was speaking quietly to her. The first thing anyone noticed was when Pansy stood up, and started removing her robes. She looked directly at Hermione and said, “Harry has given me a task, to prove that I was sincere in my apologies. I was sincere, and have no problem performing the task, so the rest of you might as well sit back and watch, who knows, some of you might learn something!”


Shrugging off her outer robes, Pansy stood there for a second feeling the eyes upon her. Looking back, she saw that Fleur was watching her intently. Raising an eyebrow at the blonde, she waited for her to either drop her eyes or offer an explanation. Fleur just shrugged, “Harry wants me to show him the memory, so I'm paying close attention.”


Accepting the explanation, Pansy grinned and said, “Well, if he wants a show, I'll have to give him one!” Concentrating, she thought about what she needed the room to provide her, and, when she opened her eyes, she nodded as a new door had a appeared in the back wall. Walking over to Hermione, Pansy held out her hand to help the other girl out of her seat, and, pulling her close, whispered in Hermione's ear, saying “This is what your Master wants, Hermione,” and she mentally gave herself 5 points for observation as Hermione's eyes widened and she moaned softly at the word 'Master', “but I'm not going to force you to do anything. If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say the word 'Salazar' and I'll stop. It's a...”


“Safe word, I know, I'm familiar with the idea.”


“Very good, I want you to enjoy this as much as I'm going to.” With a wicked grin, Pansy said, “Let's go put on a show for Harry!”


Smiling shyly, Hermione let Pansy lead her to the door in the back of the room, barely noticing that all the others were following them.


End Chapter Two