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TITLE: 21 Nights of Paradise
PART: 03 of ??
Chapter Three – Meetings and Plots
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (red.jacobson@gmail.com)
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DISCLAIMER: All characters you recognize are the property of JK Rowling and her publishers. I only own my perverted imagination.
SUMMARY: Harry discovers a MUCH more pleasant way of getting rid of the Horcrux in his scar, unfortunately it leads to discovering some Potter family secrets and his life just got more complicated!
FEEDBACK: Constructive criticism is happily accepted. This is going to be a Harry/Harem story, with absolutely no claim to being realistic, this is just for fun, and if you don't enjoy stories like that, you might as well give it a miss.
CATEGORY: Harem/Just a lot of Women
RELATIONSHIPS: Harry/Fleur/Many
RATING: NC-17
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SPOILERS: None; I'm certain anybody reading this is at least familiar with the Harry Potter series and the major Characters and events.
WARNINGS: This story contains people engaging in activities that are frowned on by Rick Santorum and James Dobson and many other people, but, Screw 'Em! If you are familiar with my stories, you know what to expect. Oral, Anal, Dom/Sub, Femme-Slash, Femme-cest, Bondage, Spanking, all the fun things in life!
AUTHORS NOTES: This is my 2011 Entry for National Novel Writers Month (NaNoWriMo) and has not been beta'd other than by Spell Checker.
AUTHORS NOTE THE SECOND: This is an au, Obviously, and I'm going with a Good Dumbledore, still a MOB, but honestly trying to do the right thing. This means that Harry's childhood, while not a paradise, was not the Dickensian nightmare that a lot of fics have. Honestly, there are Hundreds of Evil Dumbledore stories out there, but I really don't feel I have anything that interesting to add to the collection, so I'm trying to do something different.
IMPORTANT NOTE ON CHARACTER AGES: To avoid all the issues with age of consent, all the major characters are considered to have been born 2 years earlier than in canon, and Hogwarts students start at age thirteen. Thus, Harry is 16 in his 4th year, and the age line on the Goblet Of Fire is set to prevent anyone under 18 years of age from entering themselves. Also, Luna is 16 as well, her birthday, in this story, is September 21st, so she missed the September first cutoff to be in Harry's year.
FINAL NOTE ON TRANSLATION: At the request of several of my readers, I've eliminated the french dialogue, and simply replaced it with the English translation in italics.

The Room of Requirement
Immediately After the Last Chapter

Hermione's eyes widened as she followed Pansy through the door. In the center of the room, was a circular stage, with a metal pole going from the stage to the ceiling, and a wooden chair sitting against the pole. Following Pansy's whispered instructions, she went around the stage to a curtained off area, and stripped out of her clothing, and covered herself with a plain black robe. Slipping her feet into the slippers that were waiting, she strode proudly back to the stage and joined Pansy. She was amused that Pansy had changed clothes also, into something resembling a stereotypical stripper's costume. The Slytherin Queen was wearing a costume reminiscent of a female Indiana Jones, with khaki shorts, a brown shirt tied across her midriff, and a beat up leather jacket and fedora. She briefly wondered where Pansy would have learned about Indiana Jones, but shrugged it off as not important at the moment.

Hearing murmured voices, she looked up and saw the rest of the girls had filed into the room, and chairs appeared around the stage, enough for each of them. Resolving to find out everything she could about the room, she walked over to the chair on the stage and sat down, watching Pansy to see if she would really go through with what she was planning. She needed to make sure she talked to Pansy when they were done, though. She was only going along with this, because Harry wanted her to, she wasn't going to be submitting to Pansy or the other girls, that was for Harry alone!

Looking at Pansy, Hermione saw no sign of nervousness on her face, just a slight smile, as if everything that was happening was part of her plan, and she had it all under control. Glancing out at the audience, she saw that most of them were talking among themselves, but Fleur was watching them intently. She didn't really know anything about Veela, and hoped that Fleur wouldn't mind her questions.

She didn't have time for any more reflection, as the lights in the room dimmed, except for one light that was shining on the stage, and music started playing from somewhere in the room. Hermione didn't recognize it, but the beat was very catchy, and she started tapping her feet in time with it. Seeing movement, she looked over at Pansy, who had her back to the stage, and was dancing in time with the music, moving her hips from side to side as she removed the leather jacket.

Tossing the jacket to the side, Pansy turned around to face Hermione, who was watching intently. Meeting the other girl's eyes, Pansy untied the shirt and popped the buttons, pulling it apart. She moved toward Hermione, and smirked at the way the girl's eyes were locked on her unfettered breasts. She knew she didn't have the largest breasts in her year, that honor went to Susan and Lavender, but she was quite satisfied with her C cups, and judging by the amount of drool that was gathering at the corner of Hermione's mouth, she liked them as well!

Turning back to Fleur and the others, she locked eyes with the blonde Veela and slid her shirt off, leaving her naked from the waist up, except for the battered fedora perched on her head. She grinned at Tracy and Daphne's wolf whistles, and she turned to them and blew them each a kiss, to laughter from the other girls. Turning back toward Hermione, she unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her toned legs, and walked toward the squirming girl, wearing nothing but a pair of sheer knickers. Hermione licked her lips as she looked at the wetness across the cloth. Deciding to really give Harry a show, she turned back to Fleur and slid her hand inside her knickers and got her fingers wet before licking them clean. She was sure she heard a couple of the girls moan, as well as the rustle of clothing as a few of them sought some relief.

Moving closer to Hermione, she reached down and pulled the string ties on either side of her knickers, letting the flimsy garment drop to the floor. Remembering Harry's instructions, she lowered herself to her hands and crawled over to the center of the stage, where she pulled her wand from the hatband of the fedora, and vanished the robes that Hermione was wearing. Looking up, she was surprised that Hermione wasn't trying to cover herself, in fact, she was sitting casually in the chair, her legs slightly spread and her hands at her sides, looking at her with a slight smile on her face. Pansy was slightly aroused to see that Hermione was cleanly shaven, and already extremely wet, her lips were wet and swollen and she couldn't wait to taste the girl.

In the audience, Fleur licked her lips as she watched Pansy dancing, proudly displaying her body to everyone in the room. She had to admit, she had almost never seen a girl that confident in her looks before that wasn't at least part Veela. Watching her dancing, especially when Pansy locked eyes with her, made it very difficult to keep an impassive expression, when she really wanted to strip out of her robes and toss the girl to the floor. She managed to keep control of herself, knowing that Harry was counting on her to provide a clear memory for him.

Fleur's eyes widened slightly at Hermione's reaction when her robes disappeared. She would have expected the girl to be embarrassed and try and cover herself, but instead, she sat there calmly, letting all of them look to their hearts content. It didn't seem to fit what she knew of the girl's character, especially when she remembered some of the girls from Ravenclaw referring to her as a buck-toothed nightmare. Thinking briefly, she remembered Pansy saying that it was her Master, and Fleur understood, she was confident because she knew her Master found her attractive, and the opinions of the others really didn't matter.

She watched as Pansy crawled to Hermione, following Harry's instructions to the letter, and she stopped between the seated girl's thighs. Raising herself up onto her knees, Pansy moved Hermione's legs apart and lowered her face to the other girl's fanny. She must have been extremely good with her tongue, because Hermione almost immediately closed her eyes and let out a moan. Pansy lifted Hermione's legs and put them over her shoulders, and Hermione slid down in the chair, giving her better access.

Pansy kept up her licking, and soon Hermione was panting and Fleur could see a sheen of sweat covering the bushy haired girls' body. The panting turned into moans, and she reached down to grab Pansy's hair, holding her close. Fleur lost track of time, she was so transfixed in watching the two of them but eventually Hermione threw her head back and started moaning, with occasional exclamations of “Sweet Baby Maeve!” as she fell into back to back orgasms. When Hermione finally collapsed in her chair, Pansy lowered her legs onto the floor and raised herself to her feet, before leaning in and kissing the smiling girl.

She was surprised when Hermione sat up in the chair and started kissing Pansy back. Hermione stood up, still kissing Pansy, and started walking forward, forcing Pansy to back up. When they were clear of the chair, Fleur saw Hermione say something to Pansy, and Pansy lowered herself to the floor, laying on her back as Hermione loomed over her. Hermione lowered herself on top of the prone girl, and started kissing her fiercely, before sliding down and kissing and licking her neck. Fleur could hear Pansy's moans and cries of pleasure as Hermione teased her nipples with her tongue.

After a few minutes, Hermione continued her journey down Pansy's body, eventually stopping at the other girl's pussy. She lowered her face and the audience saw Pansy's back arch as she cried out her pleasure. Fleur wished she had a better view, because she was sure Harry would want to see this, when, to her surprise, the stage started rotating. It went about a quarter turn, so, instead of Pansy's head being toward them, the audience could see Hermione laying on her stomach, her face between Pansy's legs as Pansy tossed her head and clenched her fingers in the air.

They watched for several minutes, until Pansy finally collapsed from sheer pleasure, and Hermione climbed to her feet and smiled at the audience, which started applauding. Fleur wasn't sure who started it, but she suspected Tracy, but suddenly there were Galleon coins flying through the air to land on the stage. The noise must have gotten Pansy's attention, because she sat up and looked around, before Hermione offered her a hand and pulled her to her feet. Pulling Pansy into a hug, Hermione kissed her again, before the girls broke apart and curtsied to the audience and walked off stage, laughing.


The Headmaster's Office
Later that Afternoon

Harry sat back in a comfortable chair in front of the Headmaster's desk, wondering what the Professor wanted to talk to him about. He was surprised when, instead of taking the seat behind his desk, the old man took the chair next to him and moved it so they were facing each other. Harry sat quietly, waiting for Dumbledore to speak, but, instead of saying anything, he handed Harry a folded slip of paper, and a sealed envelope. “I received these from your mother right before she and your father took you into hiding. It will answer some questions, and probably raise several more, which I will answer to the best of my ability. The folded paper was a note your mother addressed to me, and the letter is to you. I have not read the letter, but I am aware of some of the contents.”

Harry opened the note, his hands shaking slightly as he held something from his mother for the first time he could remember. He raised an eyebrow when he read about his magic being bound, and murmured, “So that's what Appoline meant,” before going back to the note. Finishing it, he handed it back to the Headmaster, and picked up the envelope. On the front was written in the same handwriting as the note, “To Be Given to Harry James Potter no later than July 31st, 1995” Flipping the envelope over, he saw that it had been sealed in wax, and there was an impression in the wax of a coat of arms. Looking up at Dumbledore, the old man smiled and said, “Yes, that's the Potter Coat of Arms, it was made by James pressing the family seal in the wax. The seal and the Family ring are waiting in the Potter vault at Gringotts, unfortunately, you have to be 17 years old to access it. If everything had gone as originally planned, you and I would have gone there on your birthday this year to retrieve it, and you would have been given the letter then.

“Fortunately, things changed dramatically yesterday when I had a very interesting conversation with Madam Delacour. I'm sure she gave you the highlights, but I will say, looking at your scar, that I have rarely been happier to be proven wrong in all my life!” The smile widened, “And, unless you are completely different from every other 16 year old male I've met in my life, I'm sure you greatly enjoyed getting rid of the scar as well!”

Harry looked at him in surprise, before laughing, “Oh yeah! I'd tell you all about it, if I thought your heart could stand it, Sir.” Harry teased, before growing serious, “It was once again driven home to me that I will never be 'Just Harry', and I've decided that I'm actually fine with that. I'm going to enjoy myself, and live my life without worrying so much about things I can't control.”

Albus nodded, “A wise attitude to have, it will cause you less headaches in the long run, I believe.”

Turning back to the envelope in his hands, Harry gently broke the seal, and withdrew a couple of sheets of folded paper. Unfolding the paper, Harry sat back and began to read.

Hello my Darling Son;

If all goes well, you already know a great deal of the information that this letter contains, but, if not, and things go badly for us, I've written this letter to send to Albus so he can give it you on your 17th Birthday. I have so many things to tell you, but time is short, so the first thing I want you to remember is that your father and I love you very much. The day you were born will always remain one of the happiest days in our lives. I'm just sorry we weren't able to be there to watch you grow into the fine young man I'm sure you are.

There are some things that I need to tell you, and you may find them hard to believe, but I swear they are true. When your father was playing Quidditch, he was injured severely in a game against Hufflepuff, nothing suspicious, he just got hurt when he tried to distract one of their Beaters. Anyway, as a result of the injury, your father was sterile! Naturally, this was kept quiet because of the difficulties it would cause him, his parents knew of course, and help set us on the course of research that lead to us having you. Never doubt that you are James Potters' son! It was just a little different than most suspect. You see, in our research, we came upon references to Fertility Gods and Goddesses, and, buried in the back of the Potter library, we found, in one of the Grimoires, a ritual to request a boon from one of them. We were desperate enough to try the ritual, and got far more than we bargained for! We gained a being's attention, but it wasn't one of the Gods we were attempting to contact, but instead, it was an incubus! Fortunately, the Incubus, who insisted we call him Giacomo, and spoke with an atrocious Italian accent, was relatively benign, and agreed to help us. He took possession of your Father, but submerged his personality, so it was still James, and the two of us made love that night, several times, and again for the next three nights, which was my time of peak fertility. I won't bore you with the details, but, by the time we were finished, I was pregnant with you.

“Now, I'm sure you are wondering how this will impact you, and all I can say is, once you come fully into your heritage, you will find some things changing about you, both physically and mentally. Physically, your body will start to develop, until you are in the peak condition for your age, and you will find your libido will go through the roof! That, combined with your magical core, will almost guarantee that you have a large number of willing lovers to spend your last 3 years of Hogwarts with. Mentally, you will find yourself developing mental protections as well as losing a great deal of your inhibitions. Of course, since you are James and my son, I doubt you have many to lose! If we aren't there, Sirius or Remus or Peter could tell you stories about some of our adventures while in school. I honestly think Sirius wanted to build an altar to us after the weekend we managed to seduce all three of the Black sisters at one time! That was a hell of a time, none of us could walk right for the next several days!”

Harry laughed again, “I'll be damned! The mutt was telling the truth!”
“Of course, that was before things went bad for the family. Somehow the girls parents got wind of what had happened, and were not pleased, to put it mildly. They pulled all three of the girls out of school, and Andi ended up being cast out of the family, but something happened to Cissy and Trixie, when they came back, they were completely different people, and wouldn't even acknowledge our existence.”

“Oh Harry, there is so much more I wish I had time to tell you, about the things that you did when you were small, how you saw Peter in his Wormtail form, and, having just seen a Mickey Mouse cartoon, changed him to look like Mickey! Peter laughed about it, of course, we all did, but considering how strong Peter is, it still took him almost twenty minutes to reverse what you did accidentally. I shudder to think how long it would have taken your father if you had changed him into Rudolph!”

I'm sorry, Harry, but I have to end this now, your father sends his love, and says that there is a letter from him in the Vault waiting for you. We will see you again, eventually, but try not to make it too soon, okay?”

Love

Your Mother,
Lily Potter

Harry smiled sadly as he gently folded the paper and slid it back into the envelope. Wiping his eyes, he said, “Thanks for giving me that, it's nice to actually have something of hers. And I already knew the what, but now I know how I became what I am. But I am curious about something, Mum talks about Pettigrew as if he were some powerful wizard, but he didn't seem very impressive when we saw him in the Shrieking Shack.”

“Ah, and that just proves how deceiving appearances can be, of the three boys who were your fathers' friends in school, Peter was actually the most powerful magically, and he was always one of the first to learn a new spell, it was just his lack of confidence, mostly based on his appearance, that kept him from asserting himself. I know it may seem hard to believe, but consider his animagus form, he was able to compress his body into the size and weight of an ordinary rat, and, as you will learn when you study the animagus transformation in your NEWT Transfiguration classes, that is extremely difficult, and only the strongest wizard or witch is able to do so, and to hold his form for so many years? Remarkable! Also, in your one encounter with him in human form, he was wandless and both Sirius and Remus had their wands pointed at him, it wasn't a position that would show anyone at their best, don't you agree?”

Harry nodded, “Good point, I guess it's just hard to take the image of the sniveling little man and realize he was a more powerful wizard than my dad.”

“Well, he is, and if you are ever in a situation where you are facing him, don't hold back, do not give him a chance to cast at you, because you will almost certainly live to regret it! He is a remorseless killer, witness what happened when Sirius confronted him, he caused the explosion that killed those 12 people without a second thought.”

“While I don't plan to go hunting for the rat anytime soon, since you were able to get Sirius exonerated without him, and thank you for that! If I do encounter him I will keep that in mind.”

Albus nodded, then sighed, “I'm afraid that the next bit of information is going to be fairly unsettling for you, Harry. It's a series of Pensieve Memories that have taken place in this office over the past several years. The first is from the night after your parents were killed, and to be honest, I don't particularly like the way I acted, either then, or later. You will understand what I mean when you finish watching.” Gesturing with his wand, a cabinet behind the desk opened, and an ornate stone bowl floated out, and Harry could see that it was filled almost to the brim with silvery liquid that he knew to be memories.

When the pensieve was resting on the desk in front of him, Harry took a deep breath and released it, knowing that if the Professor was that nervous about showing it to him, it must be something terrible! Steeling himself, he stood and approached the bowl and touched the memories. His body immediately stiffened as he was immersed in the memories of what had happened all those years ago.

By the clock on the wall, Harry had been standing there, motionless for close to twenty minutes, but Albus knew that inside the memories it would seem to be a lot longer. Knowing that Harry's reaction when he exited was likely to be extremely unpleasant, he retrieved several calming potions from his chambers and sat down to wait for Harry's return. Another fifteen minutes had passed before he noticed that Harry was starting to tremble. Knowing he was about to exit the memories, the old man, who suddenly felt every one of his 152 years downed the first of the calming potions, knowing it was imperative that he keep his temper under control.

Setting the vial down, he looked up to see a glowing wand tip inches from his face. Tearing his eyes away from the green glow, he looked into the face of the young man who he had loved as a grandson, to see absolute fury and hatred marring his features. “You motherless, goat raping son of a bitch! You've tortured that man for the past 15 years! And for what? To keep up an act that was tearing him apart? You've destroyed the dreams of how many students, because of the way you forced him to behave? How many compulsion charms did you cast on him over the years? Did you even keep count? Because I did! Starting the night he confronted you about my whereabouts, until just after the Yule Ball, there were 173 separate compulsion charms! Every time he tried to go against you, to treat the students in the other houses fairly, you hit him again. Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now for what you've done? And if you try to tell me it was for 'The Greater Good' those will be the last words you ever speak!”

Albus sighed, “Believe it or not, I started it with the best of intentions, and yes, I am aware of the phrase 'The Road To Hell is Paved with Good Intentions', it was to save Severus' life. You saw how distraught he was that first night. If I hadn't stopped him, he would have gone out and gotten himself killed tracking down the Death Eaters that were still on the loose. I couldn't allow him to do that, I owed him too much after the way I had wronged him when he was a student, and, I guess you could say I was chasing my own redemption. I just went about it the wrong way. And then, after the trials, where I was forced to identify him as my spy inside the Death Eaters, in order to keep him safe from retribution, I hired him to teach, but he had to be unpleasant, to raise doubts in the darker families that he may have actually been a double agent for Voldemort.

“You see, I knew that Tom wasn't truly gone after that night, because I was aware of the nature of your curse scar. Knowing he would eventually come back, I had to keep Severus acting the part, so he could resume his activities as a spy, and hopefully bring a quick end to the war that was coming. And, while I knew about your connection with Tom through the scar, and I searched every resource I could get access to, I still couldn't find a way to remove it without killing you, and it was tearing me apart, and, I guess some small part of me didn't want to be alone in my misery, so I left Severus in his agony as well.

“I don't think I can adequately express the joy I felt yesterday, when Madam Delacour confronted me about your scar, and told me that she could remove it without harming you. When I realized you wouldn't have to die to destroy Tom, I also realized that we didn't need to fight a delaying action against the Dark families, and Severus didn't have to play his role any longer. Harry, he was relieved! He is looking forward to getting to know you and your friends without having to play the Greasy Bat of the Dungeons, and he wants to apologize to you for the way he has treated you. And that was even before the events of last night. I'm assuming that whatever ritual Madam Delacour used to remove the connection to Tom also severed his connection to any other anchors he had made, because all of the Death Eaters we interrogated said they felt a pull on their magic through the Dark Mark. It may interest you to know that several former Death Eaters were not affected at all by the ritual, and, when their arms were examined, there was no sign that they had ever been marked. That includes Severus, his arm was completely free of any blemish, and it appears that several of his followers had been marked unwillingly, or truly turned against him, and the mark no longer had a hold on their magic.

“As I was saying, we interrogated all the captured Death Eaters, and they were given fair trials before those that were convicted were executed. What was not released to the Prophet was that Madam Bones sent a squad of trustworthy Aurors to Azkaban to question the prisoners there under Veratiserum, and those that were loyal followers of Tom's were given the Dementors Kiss, and their bodies burned to ashes. I don't know, at the moment, how many of the prisoners were loyal followers, but I should know later today if you are interested.

“So you see, I followed the only plan I could think of that would keep the deaths of innocents to a minimum and still allow us to win the war that I knew was coming. I didn't do what I did out of some deep desire to hurt people, but I weighed the happiness of one person, against the Wizarding society as a whole, and unfortunately, the one person came up short!” By this time, tears were flowing down the old mans cheeks, and, that more than his words, was what stayed Harry's hand.

Loosening the grip on his wand, the tip stopped glowing, and Harry lowered the wand, before sitting back down with a sigh. “Damn it! I don't like it, but I guess I can understand why you did what you've done. But you owe us! Not just me, but Professor Snape as well, and you'd better believe we will collect.” Still trembling from suppressed anger, Harry grabbed one of the calming potions and chugged it down, before continuing, in a quieter tone, “Before we deal with the binding on my magic, I've got a couple of questions, things that have bothered me for years, and even more since I see how you were manipulating things for so many years. My meeting with the Weasleys', was that arranged as well? It certainly seemed convenient that she was talking about Muggles in a Muggle area, and repeating the name of the platform where anyone could hear her.”

To his surprise, Dumbledore actually chuckled, “No, that wasn't arranged, but you are correct, Molly's use of Muggles and Platform 9 and ¾ was actually quite deliberate. I'm sure you are aware that the Weasleys are both a fairly poor family, and yet extremely proud, and would refuse any charity offered them? When their second son, Charlie, started Hogwarts, I could tell that fees for both of their children to attend were causing a strain, so I hired Molly to be a sort of 'unofficial' greeter for Muggleborn children, some of whom forget how to reach the platform in their excitement. And, as for talking loudly so she would be heard, she actually has a very specific form of 'Notice Me Not' spells on her and her family, and unless a person had a magical core, they would not pay attention to anything they said. I've been paying Molly out of my own pocket for this, and I think Arthur understands what I'm doing, he's willing to go along, because he's always been more practical than Molly about things. As for you befriending Ron and his brothers, while I was delighted that it happened, I had no hand in that, that was just the Weasleys being friendly.”

Harry nodded, “Thank you, I was worried that I couldn't trust my first friend in the magical world, and I wasn't happy about the thought. How about the traps leading toward the Philosophers Stone? They seemed awfully easy to protect something as valuable as the stone. Did you design those traps to play to our strengths?” He was surprised that Dumbledore actually looked offended at the question, and started to apologize when the old man spoke.

“Absolutely not! If I, or any of the staff members had deliberately done something that would endanger a student, the castle wards would have ejected us immediately! Even poor lost Quirrinus was struggling against Tom's possession, and trying not to harm students. Unfortunately, the wards didn't take possession into account, and could not eject Tom when he made his attempts. That has been corrected, let me assure you!”

“And, before you ask how I knew that Quirrinus was struggling against Tom, he was barely hanging on to life when I arrived in the chamber where you were, and he made what could be considered a 'death bed confession' and he left me his memories. His last words were to thank you for releasing him, and to say he was sorry you were hurt.”

“Okay, that answers that! And while I still have questions about other things, we can let that go for now, are then any other secrets you are keeping from me that affect me?”

“There are two things, but, in my defense, the first no longer matters, and the second just happened last night, and I had no intention of keeping it from you, we just hadn't gotten to it yet. I'm sure you remember late last year when you told me about a prophecy you heard in Divination class, and I made a comment about that was her second prophecy? Well, the first prophecy was given before you were born, and basically said that either you, or one other, would be the one to vanquish Voldemort. The first part of the prophecy was heard by Severus when he was still following Tom, in fact, it was the realization that he was targeting your parents that caused him to come to me for help. It was his warning that prompted your parents and the Longbottom's to go into hiding. Yes, the other boy was Neville Longbottom, but Tom went after you first, and put the prophecy in motion. It was fulfilled that night that you got your scar.

Sibyl gave another prophecy last night, and I was able to get a copy of it, as well as a memory of it given, because your housemate Miss Brown was there to witness it.” Getting out of his chair, Albus removed his memories of Severus and retrieved another vial from the cabinet and poured it into the pensieve. “Did you know that a pensieve can also project memories? Since I am already aware of the contents of the memory, and it's not as personal as the ones you watched earlier, we can just watch this memory.” Tapping two of the runes on the bowl, he sat back down and watched as mist boiled up from memory, until it cleared and showed Lavender and Professor Trelawney sitting at a table, and the Professor's eyes rolling back in her head and she began to speak.

“The Spirit of Lust and Lightning has joined with the Tortured Hero to destroy the Heir of the Snakes.

The Heir's anchors are gone, but he is not vanquished until the Spirit joins with twice seven to destroy the Heir and defeat the Death that follows.

The Phoenix will free the chains that bind the Spirit and help drive back the Endless Dark.

The dog star will know freedom, it's quest at an end.

The Spirit will bring upheaval, but a time of serenity will follow”

“As you can see, it was one of the most straightforward prophesies you are likely to encounter, and, the twice seven means that you are going to lead a most interesting, and long life, because it means that you will destroy Tom this time, and survive it! I'm not certain about the reference to 'The Death that follows' but it clearly states that you will be triumphant and survive that challenge as well. Parts of it have already come true, because Sirius is a free man, he is currently in St Mungo's, getting treatment for the years of Dementor exposure, as well as the year on the run, but he should be released in a few days, and will be able to have visitors starting tomorrow. It won't be any problem getting you out of the Castle to go see him if you want.”

“Of course I want to see him! He's the closest thing to a father I have left. Aunt Petunia does her best, but raising Dudley and I was pretty hard on her, and she couldn't really fill the role of a Dad. But, that can wait until tomorrow. For now though, I am going to need to move out of Gryffindor Tower, along with 3 of the girls, because 11 of the 'twice seven' are having a meeting right now, and the twelfth will no doubt be joining them as soon as a message gets to Hogsmeade, and they are forming a Coven centered on me. Naturally they will want to stay with me, so as part of what you owe, I'll need a place for all of us, and the others when we find them, to stay. Will you do that?”

“Certainly, I was actually thinking about that earlier, after your display of the Patronus at breakfast. I will have the South Wing of the castle re-opened, and get the elves to make it fit for your residence. Your ladies are actually not the first Coven to be formed at Hogwarts, although the last one was before I was a student here. The South Wing has actually been reserved for any Covens that form, and has been since shortly after the founders time. At any rate, the rooms should be ready before curfew, and I'll make sure the elves move everyone's belongings into their rooms in the Wing. And, Harry, congratulate whichever of your young ladies that came up with the idea of the Coven, it was quite ingenious. And,” the twinkle reappeared in his eyes for the first time, “If it weren't for the fact that it would be seen as encouraging 'moral turpitude' to hear Augusta Longbottom going on about it, I would happily give her house points! Alas, I'm only human and some battles are just not worth fighting!”

With a chuckle, remembering his one encounter with the formidable witch, Harry nodded and stood up. As he was heading for the door, Albus said, “Harry? Did you forget about removing the bindings?”

The old man was amused to see Harry blush, and he said, “Actually, I did. Thanks for reminding me. As you can imagine, I've got quite a bit on my mind.”

“I'm sure you do. Actually, I could tell when I saw you, that the bindings are already starting to loosen, and it will be relatively simple to remove them entirely.” Summoning a potion, he said, “Just sit down and drink this potion. It will feel odd for a few minutes, and I'd be careful about casting any spells for the rest of today, until you get used to the larger reservoir of power, but you should be fine come morning. If not, let Madame Pomfrey know. “

Harry followed the instructions, grimacing at the taste of the potion and sat quietly for about five minutes. He didn't notice it, because his eyes were closed as the potion did its' work, but Albus was stunned at the visible sparks of magic dancing across the younger mans' body. Tapping his eyeglasses with his wand, he activated one of the specialty charms he had installed, and examined Harry's core.

“Merlin!” he breathed, “was he that powerful naturally, or did the prophecy cause that?” Turning off the charm, he started laughing to himself. “I wonder if even 14 is going to be enough? With a core like that he could have a hundred witches and not have to worry about being overwhelmed!” He blinked as a thought occurred to him, 'I need to make sure I am completely open with him in the the future. He was willing to kill me earlier, and now he actually has the power to do it!'

With a groan, Harry opened his eyes. “Merlin that felt strange! Like being hit with dozens of bludgers made out of marshmallows.” Stretching, he stood up and, with a final nod, walked out the door.

Riddle Manor
Earlier That Day

Voldemort waited, fuming. He had sent Wormtail out to find a newspaper and then find a suitable serpent to replace Nagini. He needed to find out what has caused the destruction of his anchors, so he could arrange a suitably painful death for who ever it was, but more important, he needed the serpent venom so this body could feed! Wormtail had been gone for hours, and he was beginning to feel weak from hunger. He finally heard a 'crack' of apparition, in the lower areas of the house, and waited impatiently, his wand in hand, preparing to punish his remaining minion for taking so long.

He called out, “Wormtail! Get up here you fool! I am hungry!” He was shocked when he heard Peter's voice from the doorway. It was even more shocking when the first thing he heard was Peter casting a spell, and his wand was ripped from his hand! He was so angry that anyone would dare attack him like that he didn't even notice the silencing spell that followed.

“I'm afraid you have far greater problems than just hunger, my lord, “ and Voldemort could hear the sarcasm in his voice. “You see, your plan is in ruins, Barty was captured last night, and he and his father both went through the Veil. So did Malfoy and McNair and all the others who escaped Azkaban but were your loyal followers. The rumors in the papers say that a group of Aurors went to Azkaban last night, and the Dementors had a feast on your imprisoned followers, and they burned the bodies immediately.”

Voldemort couldn't believe this was happening, it couldn't be, he wouldn't allow it! He was the greatest wizard the world had ever known, hadn't he defeated death? He was still raging silently when the stunning spell hit him, and he knew no more.

Peter smiled, for the first time in ages he was his own man again! Granted, he still needed them away from here, because the Aurors could be arriving at any time. He was extremely tempted to leave Voldemort for the Aurors, but he didn't think they would recognize him for what he was. And even if they did, he suspected there were still enough unmarked followers in the Ministry that he wouldn't be confined for long.

Gathering the last of the valuables he wanted to keep, he wrapped the unconscious creature that was his supposed master in a blanket to keep it hid and left the building. He was long gone before the Auror's arrived.

An Apartment on Diagon Alley
Just after dawn

Percy Weasley yawned as he slipped his key into the lock, trying to be quiet as he opened the door. He didn't want to wake Penny, he knew she was working late last night, and liked to have a lie in on Sundays. At least he had the day to recover from the late night, and Madame Bones had been very appreciative of his staying and serving as court scribe during the trials. As if he would have been anywhere else!

He was hanging up his robes when he heard Penny's voice coming from the kitchen area. “Percy? Do you want some breakfast?” He turned toward her voice, and saw her standing in the doorway, wearing his favorite of her sleepwear, that is, nothing, under a light robe that hung open in the front. She was licking some jam off of her finger, and holding a piece of toast in her other hand. Licking his suddenly dry lips, he said, “That would be wonderful! It's been an extremely long and ungodly night! You'll read about it in the papers, but, in brief, Fudge and Umbridge and a couple of others are in Azkaban for corruption and bribery, Mr Crouch and his supposedly dead son were both put through the veil, as were Lucius Malfoy and quite a few other “Imperiused” Death Eaters. Rufus Scrimgeour is the Acting Minister, and there are going to be even more changes starting tomorrow. The trials and executions went on until Dawn, and I had to finish a couple of things before coming home.” With a tired smile, he said, “So, how was your night?” She giggled, which he always loved to hear, because a giggling Penelope was a happy Penelope, which made for a happy Percy!

“Almost as busy, but not as earth shaking as yours. My shift was fairly quiet until about halfway through, when people started arriving from Azkaban on portkeys. There were almost 20 of them, people that had been thrown into prison without a trial by Crouch, or had been forced into taking the Dark Mark but were convicted anyway, because they didn't have the Malfoy gold to protect themselves with, something must have happened because none of them had the mark any more! And in the midst of all the chaos, Professor Lupin shows up, with none other than Sirius Black! Needless to say, the night was extremely exciting!”

He nodded, “This isn't going to be in the paper, so please don't spread it around, but from what I heard, Harry Potter was involved in some sort of ritual tonight, because of his curse scar, and it was a connection to You Know Who, who is still around after possessing Professor Quirrell our Fifth Year, or did you never hear that story? Anyway, the ritual severed the connection, and somehow, I'm not sure how, it caused the Dark Mark to burn. That was how they found Malfoy and the others. There is more to it than that, but that's all I really know. Now, I'd say you had the right idea, breakfast sounds wonderful!” With a playful leer at her nearly nude form he added, “Although I think I'll pass on the toast and just lick the jam off of your body!”

Penny giggled again, but shook her head, “That sounds like fun, but I think you'll need to eat something filling first, you can have me for afters.”
She slipped out of the robe just as he reached for her.

It was an hour later that they finally got something to eat.

A Manor House On the Outskirts of London
2 Hours Past Dawn

The Necromancer walked into his study, shrugging off his Ministry Robes and leaving them on a chair for the elves to take care of, he lowered his powerfully build body into his armchair and poured himself a glass of whiskey from the bottle his personal elf always has on the table. Taking a sip, he enjoyed the smooth way the liquor went down his throat, leaving a warmth behind in his belly. He hoped that his Master would be pleased with the parade of death that morning. As soon as he became aware of what was occurring in the Courtroom, he'd slipped into an empty office and conducted a brief ritual that dedicated all the deaths of the condemned to his Master's power before leaving the room and entering the courtroom to join the other members of the DMLE in watching over the prisoners. He was especially pleased to watch Lucius Malfoy walk to his doom, the slime had actually had one of the Dark Lords vilest creations in his possession for years before slipping it to an unsuspecting school child! The Necromancer had long hated the Dark Lord, but that was nothing compared to the absolute loathing that burned in his veins at discovering the monstrosity had created more than one Horcrux to avoid his Master's domain!

Finishing his glass, he put the top back on the bottle and rose, leaving the glass behind, as always. After being informed that his wife had retired after he had floo'd her the previous evening, he slipped off his boots and went up to their rooms and quietly slipped into bed beside her.

As sleep overcame him, he was not surprised to find himself in his Master's realm, but he was surprised at how unhappy his Master was. Of course, after discovering the source of his unhappiness, the Necromancer knew that he would have to move forward with his planned removal of the Potter lad from the picture. He was relieved that the boy seemed to have served his purpose by crippling the Dark Lord, because that was a battle the Ministry wasn't prepared to fight, thanks to Fudge's budget cuts.

When his Master showed him exactly what had caused the events of the prior evening, he had to admire the boy's stamina, of course, he was intelligent enough not to say anything of the sort to his Master. Swearing to his Master that he would proceed with the plan to remove the boy, the realm faded away and he was in a dream of flying on his broom when he played Quidditch at school.

Hogwarts
Outside of Dumbledore's Office
Immediately after the first scene

Harry paused at the bottom of the stairs, realizing he had no idea where Fleur and the others were. Searching for the bond that connected them, he sent a message to her, and soon found himself on the way to the 7th Floor. Stopping at the door across from the tapestry, he reached for Fleur in the bond to let him in. With a giggle for a response, the door opened slightly, and Fleur's head appeared, her body hidden behind the door, and she waved him inside. Once he stepped through the door into the darkened room, he turned to face the blonde, and his jaw dropped. Fleur was standing there completely nude, and he could feel her arousal in his very core! Reaching for her, he pulled her into an embrace and was soon kissing her fiercely, as he fumbled for the button on his pants.

Reluctantly Fleur broke away, “Not yet, Master, you have several other girls to welcome to the family first! They are all as naked and ready as I am, but there is one waiting who has been waiting for this day for years! And Pansy passed her test, I've got the memory saved for you to watch later!”

With a frustrated groan, Harry released the girl in his arms and turned around. The lights came up, and he was glad that Fleur had warned him, because all of the girls were sitting on couches around the room, and none them were wearing any more than a debauched smile. Judging from the smell of sex in the air, he was sure that they had a much more enjoyable afternoon than he did! Looking around the room, he saw that the Patil twins were sitting next to each other on a couch, one with her arms around Lavender, and the other with her arms around a girl he remembered was named Luna, and he managed to ask Fleur if her memory included how all the girls got those smiles on their faces. Another giggle answered him, but she said, 'Oui, but there were some times when I was distracted by the delightful Pansy! She is a lot of fun!' Harry nodded, and sent 'I'm looking forward to finding out! She wants to be the Alpha, she has to live up to the job!'

Looking over the rest of the girls, he was surprised at how much of the girls figures had been hidden by the bulky robes. When he reached the last girl, he noticed that one of them was missing. He knew, from what Fleur had said, that she was here, but she wasn't with the others. Turning to Pansy, he raised an eyebrow questioningly, wanting to see if she could read him as well as she thought. “She's waiting for you, just inside the door in the back wall.” Nodding at her, Harry headed toward the back of the room, but stopped in front of Pansy. Gesturing for her to stand, when she did, he grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her into a kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth, and tasting Fleur on her lips, as well as another girl. Pansy moaned against him, and started to reach for his trousers, but Harry stepped back, “Not yet Pansy, you may be the Alpha, but Hermione comes first this time, she has belonged to me, even if we didn't know it, for over four years now! You will be next though, so be patient.”

The brunette surprised him by getting control of herself quickly and giving him a quick grin, “Looking forward to it! But you're right, she's been waiting for this a long time, so make it good for her! And we'll know, because we'll be watching!” She finished, gesturing to the mirror on the wall beside the door.

He turned and looked, but didn't see anything because the lights were dim on the other side. Casting a quick privacy spell so the others couldn't hear them, he asked, “Does Hermione know? Because she would likely be horrified if you watched us without her permission.”

“Who do you think suggested it? She knows she doesn't have any experience, so she wants those of us that do, to watch and give her pointers for the next time.”

“As long as she knows about it, I don't mind. You'll find that I'm not particularly modest these days.”

Pansy looked him in the eyes and said, quietly, “I'm not surprised, since you became aware of your heritage last night. And no, Fleur didn't say anything, but, when you were going through your changes, all of us got extremely turned on, and most of us had to find privacy to finger ourselves until we came! I could tell it wasn't something that I came up with, because I could see the other girls in a circle around us as we shagged, and, truthfully, you aren't who I usually pictured when I took care of myself.”

Seeing the question in his eyes, she quickly continued, “Before you ask, it isn't anybody you know, and I don't know him either, he's an actor in a movie I snuck into a couple of years ago, when I was starting to get curious about the Muggle World.”

“I actually wasn't going to ask, if you know what I am, then you know that fantasies are a big part of it. Hell, if you want, sometime I'll tell you my fantasy about Lita Ford and Samantha Fox!”

She smirked, “Have a thing for big-boobed blondes in leather, Harry?”

“What did you expect? My balls had just dropped, and there wasn't a lot of wank material in Surrey! But, getting back to what you were saying, about how you knew what was happening...”

“Ah, well, you should know that, for as far back as the family records go, the Parkinson's have had a gift, I guess you'd call it, for gathering information. Certain bits of facts come to us, and we put them together, and you would be surprised at what we've learned. Anyway, my father heard about certain research that your parents were doing, and may have provided a bit of information to help with the search, because James and my father were actually fairly friendly while in school. He put that together with some of the legends he'd heard about Veela, and the odd mention of their male counterparts, and came up with what likely would be the result of your parents search. One of the signs of an awakening that I found when I went snooping for fun stuff last summer, was that when it happened, his magic would seek out all those in the vicinity who would be drawn to him. So, when I found myself starring in a fantasy with you, and surrounded by girls that weren't usually on my list of preferred bed mates, I put it all together!”

He looked at her seriously, “You know, you're a lot more interesting than I originally thought, I like it.” With a grin of his own, he turned and made his way to the door. He wasn't sure exactly what to expect when he opened the door, although, based on her fantasies, he had a general idea. He just hoped it wouldn't make things awkward between them afterward. He knew he wanted her, and her presence here proved beyond a doubt that she wanted him, but would she be able to accept being one of many? 'Only one way to find out, isn't there? Gryffindors' Forward!' as he turned the knob and opened the door.

Shutting it behind him, he saw that the room was made into a bedroom, with a large four post bed taking up most of the space. He noticed the restraints hanging loosely from the posts, but set them aside for a moment, turning his attention to the girl kneeling on the carpet before him. The fact that she was naked didn't surprise him, but he had to admit that his best friend had grown up nicely. Moving up to her, he lowered himself until he was kneeling in front of her.

“Hermione?” he said softly, bringing her back from where ever she had been. She raised her head and blinked in surprise, “Master? Why are you kneeling, you shouldn't be kneeling in front of me!”

Putting his finger over her mouth, Harry said, “I'll start doing my best to make your fantasies reality in a couple of minutes, but can you be my Hermione again so we can talk?”

Hermione smiled warmly at him, “I'll always be 'your Hermione' Harry, but sure, I guess we do have some things to talk about before we get to the making fantasies come true part of the evening.” she finished with a laugh. Relieved, Harry laughed with her, before pulling her into a hug and kissing her hair.

Hermione spoke first, “I think I know the questions you are going to ask me, and, yes, I'm okay with being one of many, because, even though I would love it at first, if I was your only, eventually you would overwhelm me, and there would be no 'me' left, just the part of me that wants to submit to you and be your sexual toy! Don't get me wrong, that is a big part of who I am, and I'm looking forward to giving myself to you in every way a woman can before we leave this room, that is not all of me, and you fell in love with all of me, even if you haven't said the words, I know it's true. Just like you fell in love a little bit with Fleur last night, and you will fall in love with all the other girls out there. Your heart is big enough to love all of us, and we will love you as well.”

Harry smiled, “You always have the answers, even before I ask the questions, but here's one you didn't answer. You have fantasies about being my slave, and wearing my collar. Is that something you want to do in reality, or just role-playing? I can accept that you are a submissive in the bedroom, and we will both enjoy that part of your personality greatly, I can promise you, but if we take it out of the sexual area, can you handle knowing that I might tell you to do something that you don't agree with, that you think I'm completely wrong about, but will have to do it anyway, without arguing, because you have bound yourself to me so completely?”

He was pleased to see that Hermione was actively thinking about her answer, she had her eyes closed, and was chewing on her lower lip the way she always did when she was working on a problem. He sat back and let her take the time she needed to answer the question, because it was very important that she get it right.

While she was thinking, Harry returned to studying the room, and his gaze came back to the restraints hanging from the bedposts, and he grinned as he saw the leather cuffs were all lined with some type of fur, so the wouldn't chafe her wrists and ankles. His eyes widened as he saw the tube of lubricant sitting on a table beside the bed. 'She came prepared, that's for sure!' he thought, before he looked to the other side of the room, and saw a variety of paddles and what looked like riding crops hanging from hooks on the wall. He wasn't sure if they were part of her fantasy, or just something she added in case he wanted to use them, but he didn't like the idea of causing her pain. He felt Hermione stir against him, and he looked down to see her looking him in the eyes.

“Honestly, I don't know how I would react in the situation you described, so, for now, I think I would feel more comfortable if we kept it to the bedroom activities, if that's all right with you?”

Harry lifted her face to his, and kissed her gently before speaking, “Of course it's all right with me! I may enjoy the idea of playing those sort of games, but I'm a guy, it's expected!” he gave her a lopsided grin, before continuing, “But taking it outside of the realm of playing games is a whole other step, and not something to be done lightly. For now, we stay with role-playing, but if the time ever comes where you think you are ready to move it along, we can talk about it again, okay?” He saw the nervousness in her eyes fade as she realized he wasn't going to reject her for her answer, and he released her from his arms and said, “Now that we've gotten the heavy part out of the way, it's time you got what you've been waiting for.” Using a trick he learned the night before, he pulled on his magic and let it fill his voice, he deepened it slightly and said, “You've been a very good girl, and good girls get their rewards!”

If the situation wasn't so important to her, he would have laughed at how quickly Hermione fell into her role. She slid off his lap and took her position, kneeling with her legs spread apart, hands clasped behind her back, thrusting her chest out, nipples standing tall, with her head slightly bowed, eyes on the floor. All in all, the perfect picture of a fantasy slave girl. Standing, he said, “Move to the side of the bed, I will join you there momentarily.” Quickly stripping out of his clothing, he found that there was a silk robe, in Gryffindor colors hanging by the door. Grabbing it, he saw that the robe had the Potter Crest over the right breast. Sliding it on, he left it hanging open and walked over to the bed. Sitting down in front of her, he spread his legs wide enough for Hermione to move between them. He didn't need to say a word, she went right to work, although her eyes did widen slightly when she saw his size.

He sighed in pleasure as she used her tongue and mouth on him, fondling his sack gently as she sucked on the head, before working more of him into her mouth. She obviously hadn't done this before, but her enthusiasm made up for it, she was obviously enjoying what she was doing, and Harry got even more turned on by that. He didn't want to press her, so he didn't take her head in his hands this first time, there would be plenty of time for that later, but for now he let her set the pace.

Outside the Room
Same Time

“Well, she's got the enthusiasm down, that's for sure!” Tracey said, “We give her a couple of tips, and she'll be giving him the sluttiest blow job this side of Knockturn Alley!”

“As usual, Tracey has managed to lower our conversation into the nearest available gutter,” Daphne sighed, “but, she does have a point. Hermione already has the important part down, enthusiasm does make up for a lot. Harry seems to be enjoying himself.”

“Are you kidding? It's Hermione doing that to him!” Lavender scoffed, “She could have braces on her teeth and a stutter and he would still love it, because it's Hermione. Those two have been together for years, they just didn't realize it. I just wonder how the Weasleys' are going to react? Especially Ron, I doubt he'll take it well.”

“Who cares about that prat? As far as I'm concerned, if he has a problem with it, that's too bad!” Padma sneered.

“Agreed, while Harry had the guts to apologize for the Ball, and make it memorable, the walking stomach hasn't said a word!” Her sister agreed.

Luna had been quiet during the conversation, mainly focusing on what Hermione was doing, so she would have an idea what to do when her turn came, but she turned to the others and said, “Actually, I think Ron is the only one who will have a problem with it. The twins will probably want to worship him, and Ginny, well, Ginny is complicated. Can I ask that you not say anything about this? She told me something in confidence a while ago, and it could cause her problems if the word ever got back to Molly.”

“So, a Coven secret? Only shared within the Coven, and no where else? I can go along with that, Merlin knows we have enough secrets that we wouldn't want anybody to find out.” Pansy said, and the others nodded in agreement.

Luna took a deep breath, and said, “Ginny told me over the summer, that, after what she went through with the Diary, and experiencing Tom's memories, that she had no interest in boys at all, in fact, there is a girl in her dorm that she has been sleeping with for several months. She only keeps up the impression that she's got a crush on Harry so her mother doesn't try to force her to go after other boys. She likes Harry, as a friend, and will always appreciate what he did for her in the Chamber, but as far as getting naked with him, she said the idea makes her nauseous.”

Lavender smirked at Parvati, “That explains us finding her and Romilda in that classroom when we went looking for a private spot last weekend!”

Parvati blushed slightly, before smirking as well, “Well you're the one who kept talking at lunch about having a taste for curry, and running your foot up my leg under the table!”

“Hold it girls! Looks like something is happening in there.” Pansy commanded, and the others quickly turned to look in the mirror.

“Damn, look at him go!” Cho whispered in awe, “I didn't know a guy could cum like that!”

They could see that Hermione had pulled back from his cock, and was pointing it towards her mouth as Harry spurted. She was doing her best to swallow what he gave her, but they could tell she was getting overwhelmed and she pointed him at her chest and let the last few shots land on her heaving breasts.

“Bloody Hell! He's still rock hard, that's not normal, is it?” Susan gasped, her jaw dropping.

Fleur just laughed quietly at the girls reactions, enjoying their shock, although Pansy didn't seem surprised in the slightest, it was as though she expected it to happen.

Setting that aside for now, she watched as Harry drew his wand and did a cleansing spell on Hermione's face, mouth and chest, before kissing her firmly. Breaking the kiss, he bent over and picked her up, laying her on her back on the bed.

Hermione said something, she couldn't tell what, but she looked to be pleading with him, until he grabbed the cuffs and closed them around her wrists, and then did the same with her ankles, although the ankle restraints were higher that the others. Fleur nodded when she realized it would give them a better angle for penetration, and would increase Hermione's pleasure. ““For a virgin, the girl knows what she likes!”

She was startled by the laugh she heard from Cho, looking at her curiously, she asked, “Do you speak French?”

“The 'Language of Love'? Of course!” Cho laughed, and added, “Of course, when your lover doesn't understand what you are saying, it tends to lose something in the translation."

Fleur laughed and nodded, saying, “But then, when he does understand, it just makes it dirtier! Harry speaks fluent French, and he loves it when I beg him to bugger my tight little ass and treat me like a whore! And he did it so good!”

Cho moaned, and started playing with her nipples, not realizing they had an audience. “I can hardly wait to try that! I've never done it, but wanted to for a while, ever since I found out about it in one of my mothers' 'under the mattress' books!”

Fleur grinned and nodded again, “ What made it even dirtier? My mother was there, just as naked as we were, and Harry had her using her tongue on my ass to get me loose enough to take him, and, when he was done, she sucked him clean! And I did the same thing for her!”

Cho gasped at that revelation, and got a glazed look in her eyes, dropping one hand down to her crotch, she started rubbing herself furiously! Fleur watched in amazement, and getting more turned on by the scene in front of her, until Cho shuddered and moaned out her pleasure. When she came back to herself, she said, “Wow! Sorry I wasn't expecting to react like that! You see, my mother is a widow as well, and, one night last summer we broke out a bottle of wine, and she got to talking about her life with my father, and how they would sometimes go out and find a girl to share.”

Fleur nodded, encouraging her, Appoline had done something similar with her a few years before.

“Anyway, I found out that night that I can't handle alcohol, and I started telling her of some of my 'adventures' here at school, and then she told some more of her own tales, and I told her more, and by the time the bottle was finished, I'm not sure if she seduced me or I seduced her, but it was the most amazing night of my life!"

Fleur swore, trying to get her body under control, not wanting to jump the girl just yet. “Did the two of you ever, share a man?”

Cho shook her head, “No, not yet anyway, we haven't had a chance, although, if Harry were interested..."

Fleur chuckled throatily, “I'm sure he would be, after putting my mother and I together, and you know he's going to want to see the twins together sometime, hell, so would I!"

Cho smirked, finally noticing that several of the girls had stopped watching Harry and Hermione, and were watching them instead. “Are you as turned on as I am right now?”

Fleur just nodded, glancing where Cho was looking, and smirking as well, knowing where Cho was going with her question.

“Want to give our audience a show?”

The blonde didn't answer verbally, but got her agreement across quite vividly by fingering herself and sliding the fingers into Cho's mouth. She shuddered as the Chinese girl licked her juices off her fingers, and then slid Fleur's' hand into her own soaking core, and put the fingers into Fleur's' eager mouth. When Fleur had licked her fingers clean, she pulled Cho into her arms and slid her leg between the other girls' thighs, rubbing quickly.

Cho was so turned on that the feeling of Fleur between her legs had her on the edge of cumming right away, and when the older girl started teasing her nipples it was all it took, and she grabbed onto Fleur as waves of pleasure crashed through her body. When she came back to herself, she felt carpet at her back, and a mouth on her center, and a tongue doing wonderful things inside her! Opening her eyes, she saw a tuft of blonde hair above swollen pink lips glistening with dew. Reaching out her tongue, she ran it along the lips, gathering the juices. She was rewarded with Fleur's' tongue probing deeper inside her, and Cho shivered in pleasure when the tongue swiped over her nub.

They had nearly forgotten their audience in their desire for one another, but were reminded when a voice spoke up from the couch in front of them. “Fuck me that's hot! If we only had some popcorn this would be a perfect Sunday night! Ow! Damn it Daphne, will you stop hitting me?”

“That wasn't Daphne,” they heard Luna say, “She's busy watching Harry bugger Hermione now, and Hermione seems to be enjoying it the way she's babbling in there, I almost wish I could read lips, it looked entertaining. But, since Daphne is busy, I decided to fill in for her!”

Cho couldn't help herself, she burst out laughing at Luna's droll commentary. She really hadn't gotten to know the girl yet, because she was two years behind her, but could tell she was going to be fun to get to know. A smack on her arse focused her attention back where it was supposed to be, and she reached up and pulled the girls' fanny down to her mouth. Getting a wicked grin, she slid one of her fingers inside Fleur's' wetness, and got it soaked before pulling it out. Finding Fleur's' button with her lips, she started sucking gently on it as she worked her soaked finger into the blonde's rear hole.

Fleur lifted her head and moaned in pleasure at the unexpected penetration. “Oh you naughty girl! Is that how you want to play it?” she murmured, as she slipped two of her fingers inside Cho's fanny. Teasing the other girls' clitoris with her tongue, Fleur worked her fingers against the inner walls, making Cho squirm nicely. Slipping the fingers out, she spread Cho's cheeks with her free hand and pushed one finger inside the rosebud!

Cho shuddered at the penetration and felt the building climax hit her, as she fell into the pleasure, she heard Fleur cry out as well as her climax hit her. She felt something in her mouth, and she drank the sweet juices down, not thinking until later to be surprised that Fleur was a squirter. Laying her head back on the carpet, she let the pleasure fill her and closed her eyes.

Across the room, Pansy swore softly, she heard Fleur and Cho hit their climaxes, and hoped one of the others was watching so she could get a memory of it. Cho was fairly confident in her abilities to bring a woman off, and she wanted to see if there were any tricks that she could pick up. After all, it's an Alpha's responsibility to make sure the rest of the Harem (Coven she corrected herself) is happy. She had been too busy watching Harry make Hermione a very happy witch to pay attention to the two girls making love behind her. It was fascinating to see, Harry was extremely gentle with her, while at the same time completely dominating the girl!

It was obvious that Hermione had been a virgin, and Harry took his time with her, making sure she was ready for him every step of the way. She had learned earlier just what the other girl looked like in the throes of orgasm, and she lost count after Hermione had climaxed five times with Harry inside her. She had to admit, if only to herself, that Harry’s stamina impressed her, he had cum twice already, that she could tell, and he was still fully hard as he pumped into Hermione's rear, she was bucking against him, and straining against the bonds that held her spread open for him, trying to wrap her legs around Harry. She just hoped that Harry would be as gentle with her. She was no virgin by any means, but he was larger than she was used to, and it would be a challenge taking all of him inside her. Not taking him in her arse wasn't an option, not only would she not expect any of the Coven to do something she wasn't willing to do, but, from what she remembered about the formation of a Coven, the women had to give themselves over totally to the focus of the Coven for the magic to recognize them and grant them the benefits a Coven provided.

Focusing on the pair in the room, she could see they were almost done by the way the two of them were moving faster against each other. She watched Harry gesture and the cuffs fell away from Hermione's wrists and ankles, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him passionately as they moved together. Hermione actually managed to roll them over so she was on top, and kept him inside her the whole time! She threw back her head and shouted something, before falling forward onto Harry's chest. She thought Harry would be annoyed, but she could tell by the way he was moving, that he had finally reached his limit as well, and he exploded with Hermione. Pansy watched as he wrapped his arms around the cuddling girl on top of him, and she giggled as he finally went soft and withdrew from her. She turned to Lavender, who had been standing beside her the entire time, and said, “That was both the hottest, and also the sweetest thing I've ever seen! How in Merlin's name did the two of them not realize they were in love a long time ago?”

“No idea at all! It was obvious to all of us in the dorm, but she always said they were just friends. Shite! I'd love to have a friend like that.”

Pansy put her arm around the blonde, and said, “Actually, you do now, we all do.”

End Chapter Three