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TITLE: Twenty One Nights of Paradise
PART: 06 of ??
Chapter Six – Many Bondings, Part One
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.
SPECIAL AUTHOR'S THANKS: To Radaslab for the idea of a South Wing at Hogwarts.

Pizza Express
Charing Cross Road
London, 4pm Sunday Afternoon

Their cheeks rosy from the February cold, Harry and Luna laughed as Harry held the door open for her, and they both sighed in relief as they walked into the warmth inside. He and Luna had left Hogwarts, courtesy of a portkey that the Headmaster provided them, and arrived in Diagonal Alley, after they went into a secluded area and turned the Time Turner back 7 hours, they made a quick stop at Gringotts for Harry to exchange some of his galleons for muggle money, and to make an appointment for him to speak with the Potter account manager the next day, they hurried through the Alley and out into London. They had spent the afternoon walking around the Charing Cross area, exploring the shops and just talking, getting to know each other. Luna told him about seeing her mother dying, and explained why she was willing to join the Coven. Harry, in turn, told her about the only memory of his mother's voice was when he was around a Dementor. He had to admit that he was surprised at how comfortable she was in muggle London, but Luna just laughed and told him that she and her father spent a lot of time in the Muggle world, because you can't get pizza or Godiva chocolate in Diagon Alley!

Of course, the fact that Luna and her father spent time in the Muggle world led to a very uncomfortable several minutes for Harry.

They had just left the warmth of a second hand book store, when Luna spotted a figure walking toward them, his arms full of packages. A wide smile crossed her face and she hurried forward, pulling Harry along with her. Reaching the figure, she released Harry's hand, and with a joyous “Daddy!” she leapt forward and wrapped her arms around him. The man was so startled he dropped the packages he was carrying, fortunately, Harry had seen what was likely to happen and rushed forward and was able to grab them before the hit the ground.

“Thank you, young man, thank you very much, there are some breakables in a couple of those sacks, and I'd hate to lose them!” Straightening up, but keeping an arm around Luna, he stuck out his hand and said, “Xeno Lovegood, and you are?” Luna giggled, and said, “Daddy, don't you recognize him? It's Harry Potter!” Xeno blinked owlishly behind his glasses, then whipped them off and cleaned them, before putting them on again. “Oh! Terribly sorry, I couldn't see a thing through those lenses.” Harry laughed, “I can certainly understand that, I have the same problem at times.” he said gesturing at his own glasses.

“So I see,” Xeno replied with a chuckle of his own, before turning to Luna, “I didn't know you were friends with Harry Potter, Moonbeam. I know I'm a bit forgetful at times, but I'm fairly certain I would remember you mentioning something like that.”

Luna giggled again, and said, “We actually are just getting to know each other this afternoon, I'm on my first date!” Then, she grew serious, and said, “There's been a lot of things happening today, Daddy, and I'm glad I saw you here so we could tell you about it.”

Xeno looked at Harry suspiciously, “You just meet my daughter and you are taking her on a date into London? I'm looking forward to hearing exactly what is going on here!” Leading the two teenagers into a sidewalk cafe, the three of them went inside, where Xeno purchased Hot Chocolate for all of them. Placing their drinks down, he took his seat across the booth from them and said, “Okay, now could you explain what's been happening? I'm sure it's quite a story.”

Harry was trying to think of what to say to prevent the man from trying to kill him when Luna came to his rescue.

“Glaring at Harry really won't solve anything Daddy, he was mostly an innocent bystander in a lot of the events.” Taking a sip of her hot drink, she began to speak, telling him about everything that occurred at breakfast, and the meeting on the Seventh Floor. When she reached the point of all of them agreeing to join a coven, Xeno stopped her.

“Luna, while it sounds like an amazing thing, and I'm pleased that you were chosen and that you chose to respond, I hope you don't mind if I check you for any charms, because this is rather sudden, I'm sure you would agree.” Turning to Harry, he said, “My apologies if this offends you, Mister Potter, but we are talking about my only daughters happiness here, and I would never forgive myself if something happened to her because I didn't do my best to protect her.”

Harry nodded, “Actually, I'm relieved to see that you are concerned and not just taking our word for it that there is no compulsion of any kind involved. To be honest, I've learned some things today that make me question the parenting abilities of the majority of my parents generation!”

Xeno nodded, and slid his wand out of his sleeve. Putting his hand under the table, he muttered a spell, and Harry saw Luna glow with a purple tinge for a split second. Xeno slipped his wand back in place and sat back, relieved. “Well, you were telling me the truth. And, to address your comment Harry, you don't mind if I call you Harry, do you? After all, I'm going to be one of your Father's in Law fairly soon. Anyway, if you are referring to your parents time at Hogwarts, what you need to remember, is that the War was heating up at that point, and people were getting killed, so there was a certain laxness about things, a feeling of letting them get as much enjoyment out of life as they can, because who knows if they will get a chance again.”

He paused, and his eyes grew distant as he looked out the window. “There was another reason, and I'm afraid this may make you uncomfortable, but, it happened, and it was part of the reason that some of the Pure bloods finally turned against the Death Eaters. They were kidnapping girls who were virgins, and sacrificing them in unspeakable rituals, and raping them, all to increase their bastard of a master's power!” He picked up a napkin and wipe his eyes under his glasses. He was struggling with a strong emotion as he continued, his voice hoarse with pain. “I had an older sister, Jasmine, she was three years older than me, she disappeared in 1976, and when the Aurors finally found her body, she didn't even look human anymore! Those monsters had brutalized her for days before they finally let her die! I still think of her, Selene and I were already dating when she disappeared, and she was as torn up as I was, because we were going to ask her to be the godmother of our children when we had them.”

Luna had slipped out of her seat and was sitting next to her father, her arms wrapped around him as he cried. Harry followed her over, and put his hands on each of their shoulders, offering what comfort he could. A few minutes later, Xeno straightened up, and, wiping his eyes again, he took a drink of his now cooling drink, and said, “Sorry about that, I thought I was done crying over her, I certainly cried enough when I was younger. Anyway, the monsters didn't abuse the pure blooded girls who weren't virgins, they may have killed some of them, but that was a mercy compared to the fate some others suffered. So, despite what some may say, I'm not unaware of the nature of the Coven bonding, and, if this is truly what you wish Luna, and I know you are doing it of your own free will, then I give you my blessing, even though you don't need it, there may be a time when you are glad to have it.” Turning to face Harry, he said, “Harry, I give you my only daughter, treat her well and I will be in your debt for the remainder of my life, do otherwise, and you will find out what I learned as an Unspeakable in the final two years of the war! Do you understand me, Harry?”

Harry looked directly into the older man's eyes, and Xeno flinched at the power he saw displayed. “Xeno, I swear to you that I will treasure your daughter, and the precious gift she has chosen me to receive, and if I ever do otherwise, I will welcome your visit, because I will no longer be the man I believe myself to be!”

Xeno nodded, “A father can't ask for more than that, I suppose,” he said with a tired chuckle. “But that brings another subject to mind. Luna, you know that I loved your mother, and I always will, but, it's been seven years since she left us, and I'm still a young man...” he trailed off, not sure how to continue.

Luna looked at him in understanding, “You want to find another wife, don't you?” He nodded, “and you're afraid that I will be angry at you, aren't you? Don't be, I'm starting something new in my life, and you should have the right to do the same thing!”

After a few more minutes of casual talking, they were too worn out for serious conversation, but Xeno asked if he could speak to Luna in private for a moment. Harry nodded and went to use the loo, and , when he finished, he came out, still wiping his hands on the paper towel, and saw Luna take something from her father's outstretched hand, and smiling, give him a hug. Figuring that whatever he had wanted to talk to Luna about, it didn't upset her, so he didn't need to worry about it, Harry headed back to the table Xeno was leaving as he arrived, saying that he needed to get his purchases home, and Harry and Luna left to continue their date. Before he left, Xeno got a wry smile on his face at the somber expressions on their faces, and said, “That's no mood to continue a date in.” and he hit both of them with a Cheering Charm, and they were laughing as they walked out of the cafe.

They were still laughing as the two of them walked down the street, although Luna seemed a little more excited than she had been earlier, and, when she spotted the entrance to 'Agent Provocateur' she picked up her pace, practically dragging Harry along for the ride. He was curious, to put it mildly, never having heard the name before, but the curiosity turned to arousal when he got a good look at what the store was selling. There were over a dozen women, most in their early 20's to early 30's, although there were a couple who appeared older walking casually throughout the store, dressed in nothing more than the skimpiest lingerie he had ever seen outside of one of Dudley's magazines. Luna turned to him with a grin and said, “There are some chairs against the wall so you can wait and enjoy the show, I'll be back in a little while.” Allowing her to lead him to the chairs, he sat down and tried to get himself under control. After a few minutes of concentration, he was able to calm down enough to look around without gawking. He laughed lightly at his reaction, especially considering that he had spent last night and then most of the afternoon completely surrounded by nude women, not to mention having vigorous sex with two of them, and still got turned on by the sight of the women in lingerie. 'Amazing! I know Luna had mentioned that she and her father spent time in the Muggle world, but I can't imagine that they spent a lot of time here, but Luna sure seems to know her way around! Looking around the store, he spotted her talking animatedly to one of the (fully dressed) sales clerks, a rather matronly woman who reminded Harry of Molly Weasley, in the sense of giving off a 'motherly' attitude. The woman beamed and reached out a pulled Luna into a hug, and then, following Luna's pointed finger, looked over at him and smiled happily. It wasn't until Luna and the woman walked out of his line of sight that he noticed the sign over that section of the store. In stylized lettering, and surrounded by doves and bells, the words 'The Bridal Corner' were visible.

“Bloody Hell!” he whispered to himself, “She's right, it is our Wedding Night! Although I doubt that Aunt Petunia would consider it a wedding, I still ought to let her know. I'll need to do something special for Luna, and all the girls actually, although I'll have to do it on different nights. Better see if they have any catalogs I can take back with us, I'm sure that Fleur will want to do some shopping, most of the others too, probably.”

He was still thinking about what to do for Luna when she came over to him about 20 minutes later. He was slightly disappointed to see that she was still in her street clothes. He looked at the shopping bag in her hand, but couldn't make out what was inside the bag. Luna followed his gaze and laughed merrily, and said, “You'll get to see it tonight. Don't be so anxious Harry!” Harry stood and pulled her into a hug, and gave her a (relatively) chaste kiss, as several of the models looked over at them and smiled warmly. After breaking the kiss, he lowered his voice and asked, “Do they have a catalog? Because, just from seeing what the models are wearing, I'm sure that we both know several girls who would love to own some of it themselves.”

Luna tapped the bag with her free hand, “Got one of each of their catalogs, so there will be lots of mail order being done over the next few days.” She started to say something else, but was interrupted by the grumbling of her stomach. “Well, I guess that means we need to get something to eat!”

After arriving at the Pizza shop, Harry let Luna order for him when they got to the counter, and he was mildly surprised when she settled for pepperoni and extra cheese, he had somehow been expecting something more exotic from the blonde. Luna felt his gaze on her and she turned to him with a smile, and said, “I'll save anchovies and pineapple for our second date, okay Harry?”

Harry laughed and agreed, and, taking their slices and cups of soda to a table in the back, they sat down and started to eat, Harry cursing as the cheese burned the roof of his mouth! Luna laughed merrily as she handed him a napkin to wipe his mouth and gulp down some of his soda. “I thought you were a man of the world, Harry, I can't believe you don't know how to eat pizza!”

“Well, my cousin always had trouble with his weight when we were growing up, so my Aunt insisted we always ate healthy meals, and pizza wasn't on the menu. I have to say it worked though, he's my height, or thereabouts, and weights 3 or 4 stone more than I do, but not an ounce of flab on him. I found out the hard way when we were wrestling last summer and I tried to elbow him in the belly to get him to let go, damn near broke my elbow! And then the prat had the nerve to laugh at me!”

Before they left the restaurant, Harry excused himself, telling Luna that he need to call Dobby, and went to the men's Room. Seeing that the room was empty, Harry cast a quick 'Notice Me Not' charm on himself and called for Dobby. When the elf arrived, Harry gave him instructions on how to prepare Luna's room for that night, and the elf nodded happily, assuring the Great Harry Potter that Dobby would do exactly what he was asked, before popping out again. Dropping the charm, Harry left the room and rejoined Luna so they could continue their date.

The rest of the afternoon passed in laughing conversation, and the two of them got to know each other, with the knowledge of what was to happen later an unspoken fact in their time together. Harry was happy to see that Luna was truly relaxing in his company, knowing that he wasn't thinking of any of the other girls, but only of her for the time they spent together. Checking the time, Harry saw they still had 3 hours before they could go back to Hogwarts, so the two of them went to the cinema down the street and spent the next 2 and a half hours making the acquaintance of Forrest Gump and Jenny. They got very strange looks, along with a bit of amusement from the onlookers when they walked out saying “I've got to pee!” to each other, and bursting out laughing.

As they left the cinema crowds, Luna looked down at her hand that Harry was still holding, and said, with a soft smile on her face, “Thank you for this Harry, it's been a wonderful day, even seeing Daddy, as upsetting as it was, was wonderful because we helped him heal a little bit, and he gave us his blessing. I'm ready now, take me back and make love to me, please?”

“Of course, Luna, and I enjoyed the day as well. We'll have to go on another date soon.”

Luna grinned, “Better talk to Pansy first, I'm sure the others will want their dates as well.”

“Good point, and, as long as I'm not expected to do anything too strenuous the next day, I'm sure there are enough locations that I can take all of them to different places so we don't run into each other on our dates.”

Hogwarts
South Wing
9:30pm

Harry stopped in front of the door, and looked down the hallway, a little freaked out to see so many exact duplicates of himself standing at their own designated doors. In fact, he wasn't completely sure he was even the original, but shrugged, it wasn't important at the moment and he had something that was important to do. Reaching out, he twisted the door handle and the door opened quietly. Stepping into the room, he saw that it was just as feminine as he had expected, although he was slightly embarrassed to see the Poster of him on his broom with the dragon behind him on her wall. Turning to the girl sitting on the bed, he smiled warmly, “Hello Lavender”

“Hi Harry,” she said quietly, looking at the floor.

Concerned, because this was quite a change from the bubbly girl he knew, Harry sat down and put his arms around her. “Is something wrong Lav, are you upset about my heritage?”

She shook her head, “Merlin no! I'm looking forward to having sex with you, it's just...” Taking a deep breath, she released it and continued in a rush, “I'm just afraid you'll be disappointed in me, I'm sure you've realized I'm no virgin, not like Parvati or Susan or Hermione was, and I don't want you thinking I'm some kind of tart because I like shagging!”

Harry reached out and took her hand, deliberately suppressing the knowledge that appeared in his mind to concentrate on reassuring the nervous girl. “Lavender, I meant everything I said when we discussed this before, the past is the past, and it doesn't matter to me in the slightest. So you've got a bit more experience than some of the girls, that's fine, some of the others have far more experience than you do! Do you want to get into a discussion of notches on the bedpost with Apolline or Jane? Hell, you know as well as I do that Pansy wasn't a virgin, and I still made love to her and tried to satisfy her to the best of my ability!”

She laughed a bit, “I guess I'm just being silly. I've always heard that guys like virgins, and they have a name for girls like me.”

“Not anymore they don't!” Harry growled, “Lavender, you are a member of my Coven, and, once we are bonded, can legally and magically consider yourself my wife! Do you honestly think I would let anybody say something like that about you?”

With a shy smile, she turned to face him, and said, “Your wife, huh? So this is our wedding night?”

He nodded, wondering where she was going with this.

“I've been dreaming about my wedding night since I was a little girl. Of course, the dreams got a lot more interesting as I got older,” she grinned, “but there are some parts of my dream that I'd really like to make happen if you don't mind?”

Harry smiled at her, glad that there was something he could do to help. “If it's in my power, you know I'll get it for you, Lav.”

She shook her head, “It's not that, I can get anything I need from one of the elves, it's just that I had a perfect ensemble selected for my wedding night, and it'll take me a few minutes to get everything ready. Would you mind leaving for about 15 minutes? I promise I'll make it worth the wait?”

Grinning, he leaned in and gave her a quick kiss before getting off the bed. As he reached the door, he turned and said with a smirk, “I really hope you aren't going to make a habit of kicking me out of the bedroom Lav, my feelings might get hurt.”

With a laugh, he ducked the pillow she threw at him and slipped out the door.

The Rookery
Ottery St. Catchpole

Xeno approached his home with a jaunty step, his packages magically shrunk and lightened in his pocket, a sack of groceries in one hand, and a bottle of white wine in the other. He waved as he passed Percy Weasley and his girlfriend, walking hand in hand toward the Burrow, looking like they were having an enjoyable conversation, based on the bright smiles he saw. Xeno smiled to himself as they waved back, he'd always liked the Weasley lad, because he could tell that Percy never quite fit in with the rest of his family, but was determined to follow his own path, much like Xeno himself. His family never quite understood his decision to leave the Unspeakables and start up the Quibbler. He chuckled, if only they knew!

Rounding a bend in the path, he saw the Rookery, and, as usual for the past several months, except over the Yule Holiday, there was a welcoming light shining from the bottom floor. He was glad that Luna had been so accepting of things this afternoon, but then, considering her own situation, he really wasn't surprised. He hoped that he hadn't made them suspicious with his relatively easy acceptance of the Coven, but he didn't think he had. The skills learned over years as an Unspeakable are not easily shaken, after all. It wouldn't do for anybody to suspect that he had been aware of probability of the Proto-Coven from late the previous evening, when he had been informed of the magical outburst at the Three Broomsticks centered around young Mister Potter. It wasn't twenty minutes later that he received a copy of a new prophecy that was given that seemed to be referring to Mister Potter again.

He was amused at how straightforward the prophecy was, or seemed to be, considering how vague they usually were. He was slightly less amused when he was informed of the events at Hogwarts that morning. He knew Luna was 16, and old enough to make her own decisions, but he still wasn't ready for the knowledge that his daughter was going to be losing her innocence in the very near future. He was not unaware of the Potter men's' reputation as excellent lovers, so he hoped that, if it was going to happen, that she enjoyed herself. He snorted again, Selene had often teasingly complained that her betrothal to him had kept her from experiencing the Potter touch, and she wondered what she had missed out on. Of course, that invariably led to him doing his best to demonstrate that she hadn't missed anything, to their mutual enjoyment. It was a wonder that Luna was their only child, as much time as they spent making love. He sighed, he had truly loved Selene, and she him, but it had been several years and it was time to move on.

Opening the door, he smiled at the smell of baking bread, and he heard her singing along with the wireless in the kitchen. He knew this was going to be a very special evening, especially once he told her about his conversation with Luna. When he walked into the kitchen, he knew the evening was going to be even better than anticipated. His lover was at the stove, keeping an eye on the pot of stew that had been simmering all afternoon, and she was naked under the apron she was wearing to keep from getting splattered.

It was funny, they had been friends for years, and lovers for the past several months, but the sight of her still took his breath away. Setting his packages on the counter, he walked up behind her and pulled her into his arms. She turned around and smiled happily, returning his kiss with passion, and, after they broke apart, Rosemerta Christie asked her lover what had put him in such a good mood?

Hogwarts
South Wing
Sunday, 9:45pm

Harry hadn't been quite sure what to expect when he had opened the door to Tracey's room earlier, but it certainly wasn't to see the brash Slytherin kneeling by the bed, her long auburn hair piled on top of her head, exposing the silken collar around her throat! It seemed so out of character from what he knew about the girl that he moved forward at touched her on the shoulder. Seeing that she was doing exactly what she wished to do, he took a seat in the nearest chair and said simply, “Explain.”

“I'm not certain I can, Master, without revealing certain Family Secrets that I am forbidden to disclose without permission from my Grandfather.” Tracey said hesitantly, “But what I can say, is there is something in my Family background, from the time of my Grandfather's grandparents, that ties in with your Incubus heritage. I had felt some kind of a connection with you from the minute your Patronus touched me this morning, but I wasn't sure what it was until you revealed yourself earlier. As soon as you did, I felt a change come over me and instantly understood what it was! I said what I did because the others expected a comment like that from me. I've never made any secret of my desire to see two guys together, but other than seeing McMillan in Hufflepuff with his friend Justin one time, and neither of them did anything for me, I just haven't had the opportunity.”

Harry nodded, “I see what you are saying, and, if I look for it, I can see the connection between us, but it's not clear exactly what it is. I'd appreciate it if you would contact your Grandfather tomorrow and ask for permission to explain it to me. I'd prefer if you did not specifically tell him my secret, because I don't want to risk that information coming out at the moment, but I'm sure you can phrase things so he will understand.”

“Absolutely, in fact, all the females in the family have certain code phrases we would use if this situation, or something similar, where we encountered an Incubus, happened.”

“So what does this mean for you Tracey? Not that I don't find you extremely desirable like this, and I'm struggling not to order you to service me, but, you'll forgive me if I'm having a hard time accepting that you truly want to give yourself to me this way.”

She laughed lightly, “Yes, I can see where the change would be jarring to you. But, if I can use my wand for a minute?” He nodded, and she pulled her wand from where it was holding her hair up, and raised it, tip pointed toward the ceiling, “I, Tracey Rose Davis, swear on my magic and my life, that I truly desire, to the core of my being, and of my own free will, with no outside compulsion, to give myself to Harry James Potter as his personal Slave in this world and the next! So mote it be!” There was a flash of light, and then Tracey cast the light spell, and her wand tip lit up brightly.

“Well, that answers that!” Harry chuckled, “I should know better, I guess, but every time I think my life can't possibly get any weirder, it does, just to prove me wrong!” Turning back to Tracey, who had been watching him hopefully, he said, “Knowing you are doing this because it's what you truly want makes a difference. Because, honestly, the idea of anyone keeping a slave involuntarily goes so far against my beliefs that I can't express it!”

Taking a deep breath, he released it and said, “But, on the other hand, there is a part of me who finds what you are offering to be extremely arousing, and I'm really having a hard time finding a reason to say no to your offer.” Sitting in silence for a moment, he spoke again, quietly, “Alright, with one change, I will accept your offer. That change is not negotiable, and is that, if any point, whether it be five minutes from now, or 500 years from now, if you ever desire to be released from your collar, just tell me, and I will release you instantly. With that change, are you still willing to give yourself to me?”

Tracey thought for a moment, before nodding emphatically, “Yes Master, I am!”

“Very well then, I accept your service!” With those words, a visible strand of magic shot from Tracey to Harry, and a tattoo of a chain appeared around his right wrist, at the same time that the collar Tracey was wearing faded away momentarily, revealing that she had a tattoo of a collar around her throat. The tattoo faded, and the collar reappeared, at the same time, the chain around his wrist faded as well.

Tracey smiled widely, before schooling her face into a more demure expression, “What is your desire Master?”

Spreading his legs, he said, “Stay on your knees and come to me, and take me in your mouth and service me until I cum, and then swallow what I give you.”

“Yes Master!” she said, moving forward eagerly.

Pansy's Room
The Same Time

Harry was laughing with Pansy as she described some of the various humiliations Draco had endured in the Common Room over the past several years, usually after whatever scheme he had going against Harry had blown up in his face. She had just finished telling him of the hexing he and his goons received after the Dementor fiasco during the Quidditch Game the previous year when she frowned, looking at her wrist. “What the Hell?” she said, as first one, and then two more chains were tattooed around her wrist, before they faded away, but she could still feel them there, a slight weight pulling on her. “Three of the women have just sworn Slave Bonds to you Harry! Who would do that?”

“I can think of two of them who would, and that's Cho and her Mother, they told me that was what they wanted this afternoon. I have no idea who the third one is, as far as I know, nobody else is that submissive, not even Hermione!”

Getting up from her chair, Pansy grabbed her bathrobe and wand and said, “I'll be back in a minute, I need to check on this.” Striding to the door she stepped into the hallway and saw that two of the strands of magic lead straight to the room where Cho and her mother were bonding with Harry. Following the other strand, she was stunned when it went to Tracey's room! Wanting to make sure that her friend wasn't being harmed, although she doubted Harry would hurt her even if she asked him to, she tapped her forehead with her wand and focused on the door. The wooden door faded into transparency, and she saw Tracey on her knees, with Harry in her mouth. She was getting concerned about the submissiveness of her kneeling in front of anyone, until she noticed that Tracey was bouncing in place, and rubbing her thighs together, a sure sign that she was completely engrossed in, and enjoying what she was doing. Relieved, she figured that she'd get the story later that night, or tomorrow, and canceled the spell, thankful for her parents for teaching it to her, it was extremely useful for picking up information, and turned back to her room.

As she reached her door, she was almost overwhelmed by a burst of pleasure coming from one of the Chang women, curious, and more than a little turned on by the second hand orgasm, she crossed the hall and cast the spell again. What she saw had her reaching inside her robe and rubbing herself frantically. Harry had somehow suspended the women in mid air, Cho on the bottom, her arms and legs spread wide open and hanging from invisible restraints from the ceiling. Cho's mother was on top of her, her face between Cho's thighs, and Cho's face between hers, with Harry switching between Lin's quim, and Cho's mouth. She wasn't sure who had climaxed, but thought it was probably Lin, judging by the flush on her skin. She had just canceled the spell and was heading back to her room when another second hand orgasm hit her, this one felt a little different from the first, so she figured that Cho had gotten off too.

Still aroused from what she had seen, she said “I'm tired of telling stories anyway!” and slipped her robe off as she opened the door. Walking over to where Harry was sitting, a question on his face, she said, “It was Tracey, she seemed to be enjoying herself and we'll find out more later. Now, you, bed!”

With a grin, he stood and scooped her up and tossed her on the bed, jumping in immediately afterward. There was no more talking for quite a while.

Tracey's Room
A few minutes later


Tracey grinned happily up at Harry as she swallowed the last of his cum, enjoying the pleasure she had given him. She had never really enjoyed sucking cock before, even though she was good at it, because it was the only way she could convince a guy to return the favor, which she loved. That was why she had mostly stopped dating last year, preferring to stick with Pansy and Daphne, they were just as eager to get their tongues into her as she was. Of course, that was before she discovered the connection between her and Harry. As soon as Harry had revealed that he was an Incubus, all she could think of was serving him in whatever way he would allow her to.

She knew that Pansy and Daphne would be shocked to see her in such a submissive posture, but they couldn't understand the bond that was formed, and passed down over the generations. It was a lesson that was taught to the children of the clan practically from the time they left their mother's breast, and no true Davis would ever go against it! She knew she would have to send an owl to her grandfather first thing in the morning, because she was already feeling the urge to tell her Master everything, and knew that she needed Grandfathers permission before she did.

Wiping her mouth, she licked the last of his seed from her fingers, and was surprised when he pulled out his wand and she felt the cool breeze of the mouth freshening charm clean her out. Seeing him stand, she looked up and was happy to see he was fully erect again, and he was reaching out his hand to her. Climbing to her feet, she lowered her eyes to the floor, waiting for his command. She stayed still when he moved behind her grabbing her wrists and pulling them behind her back. She moaned and tried to rub her thighs together when she felt the cords going around her wrists. She jerked when she felt a light smack on her arse cheek, and he whispered in her ear, “Spread your legs girl, I'll take care of your pleasure, not you!”

Quickly spreading her legs apart, she held still, anticipating what he would do next. She didn't have long to wait, as a strip of folded cloth was lowered over her eyes, and pulled tight, cutting off the remaining light in the room. She felt his hands moving her hair out of the way as the cloth was tied behind her head. Tracey was shivering in pleasure, she had never given any of her lovers, male or female this much control over her, but it felt so right with Harry, she doubted she would ever want anything else from him! Of course, if any of the girls tried this on her, they'd be in for a surprise.

Harry stepped back and watched as Tracey got used to the lack of light. He was still surprised at how much of a turn around she was displaying. When he had walked into the room, he had half expected to be jumped and pushed onto the bed, based on her blatant comments in the Room of Requirement and in the common area of the wing.

He was actually a little disappointed that it hadn't happened. He hoped that he was having better luck with some of the other girls tonight. He wasn't going to lie, there was a part of him that enjoyed playing the dominance games, but there was more to him than that, and he'd really like to just spend time as a man and woman enjoying each other for their mutual pleasure. He set the thought aside for now, they would have plenty of time to do other things, and tonight was about Tracey's pleasure, and she really wanted things this way.

Drawing on memories he didn't know he had, Harry conjured a metal bucket and filled it with crushed ice and water. He also created a mug of hot chocolate, and took a drink of the steaming liquid, swirling it around his mouth and tongue before swallowing. Then he dipped his fingers of both hands into the icy water, and stepped closer to the bound girl. Blowing warm air over her nipples, he grinned as they crinkled in excitement before he slipped on his icy cold fingers inside her, sending a burst of his power through his fingers at the same time. He was rewarded by a shriek of surprise from Tracey as her knees buckled and she fell against him, babbling incoherently. Gripping her by her bum, he lifted her up, and grinned as her legs automatically wrapped around his waist as he slipped inside her.

Tracey thought her head was going to explode! She could smell the hot chocolate, and was looking forward to trying some of it for herself when when she felt his warm breath wash over her nipples, which really felt good, when she was suddenly overwhelmed by a blast of cold inside her. She hadn't even had a chance to even start to adjust to the sensations when she felt Harry's magic flowing through her body, setting off fireworks in every nerve in her body! She must have blacked out, because the next thing she knew, his hands were on her arse lifting her up, and he was plunging into her. She cried out in pleasure as he filled her, the warmth of his body driving the cold away as she engulfed his cock.

Tracey struggled against the bonds on her wrists, wanting to wrap her arms around him, but she couldn't move them, so she just pressed forward, her breasts rubbing against his chest. She didn't even realize, at first that she had her legs wrapped about him, but when she did, she tightened them, pulling him deeper inside her. She let out of moan as he moved within her, managing to hit all of her sensitive spots and sending jolts of pleasure all through her. She was surprised when Harry started moving his legs, and she bounced on top of him as he managed to walk a few steps. Tracey wasn't sure, but she thought that they were near the bed, but with the blindfold she wasn't sure, and, honestly she really didn't care! She realized it was the bed, when she felt her legs start to rest on the comforter on her bed, and she heard Harry tell her to move her legs. Moving around, Harry put her legs so that her knees were on either side of his legs, and he pulled her down on top of him as he laid back. She was quite happy to move however he wanted her to, as long as he kept moving inside of her! When he was all the way down on his back, she felt the bonds on her wrists loosen, but then they were stretched out in front of her and were cuffed to the headboard of her bed. Tracey was glad that the cuffs were lined, because they could have chafed her otherwise, and she just kept moving on top of him.

It wasn't until she felt his hands pulling her bum open, and another hand on her shoulder holding her still, that she tensed up. There wasn't supposed to be anybody else in the room with them, and while she was happy to give herself to Harry this way, she hoped he wasn't going to share her with anybody else.

“Master?” she questioned, only to relax when she heard Harry chuckle below her, and then heard his voice from behind her as well.

“Relax Tracey, you know I can duplicate, just relax and enjoy the experience.”

When she understood what was happening, and it was only Harry using his abilities to please her, she did her best to relax, but she was still nervous because she'd never had anyone as big as Harry inside her.

Harry looked down at his duplicate, and saw the same amused look that he knew was on his own face. It was obvious that he was going to have to change the Potter Family Motto to Nos Don't Operor Northmanni (We Don't Do Normal). Was it only yesterday that the only thing he had to worry about, besides who had put his name in the Goblet, was getting through the second task without embarrassing himself? How things had changed! Of course, he wouldn't go back for all the money in Gringotts, just getting rid of the connection with Tom was worth all the rest of the strangeness, not that he would ever call any of his ladies strange, they'd probably hex his bollocks off. Shaking his head at the way his mind worked sometimes, he moved closer and cleaned Tracey out, stretching her around his fingers.

Tracey shut her eyes behind the blindfold, adjusting to the sensation of being entered like this. The Harry under her was holding still, and she was grateful, because it was taking all of her concentration not to start bucking against him, and, no matter how careful the Harry behind her was, that could hurt. Eventually she felt him sheathed all the way inside her arse, and she started moving against him, as the Harry below her moved gently.

It took some time, but the three of them soon found a rhythm that worked, and Tracey knew she would have a memory to last a lifetime! The two of them seemed to hit every pleasure point inside her body, and she had lost count of the mini-orgasms she had enjoyed. She had no idea long it went on, the pleasure kept building and building inside her, but finally the Harry above her stopped moving, as did the Harry below her, and she heard them groan her name as they released inside her and that was all it took as she finally hit the peak she'd been reaching for and cried out his name before he pulled her down and captured her mouth in a kiss. She barely registered the sound of flesh slapping flesh, but when she was able to think again, there was only one Harry in bed with her, and her hands were freed.

Harry lay back on the bed, his arms wrapped around Tracey, smiling softly at the happy smile on her face. He gently removed the blindfold and her face scrunched up into a cute little frown as the light hit her. Kissing her on the forehead, he said, “Come on Tracey, we can nap in a few minutes, but let's get cleaned up and let the elves change the bedding, you don't want to sleep on a wet spot, do you?” Tracey giggled but started to move, and they eventually made their way to the bathroom, where the tub was already filled. Helping her into the tub, he joined her in relaxing as the oils in the water worked their magic, and they cuddled together happily for several minutes.

Eventually they started moving again, and managed to wash each other before they dried off and stumbled into the bed. Tracey barely noticed that the bedding was clean and dry before she was stretched out, with her arms around Harry, her head on his chest as she snored softly.

The Patil's Room
Same Time

Harry wanted to pinch himself, to prove he wasn't dreaming. He had seen and done a lot of things in the last 24 hours, but the vision before him was probably the most erotic sight he'd ever imagined. He was seated in a chair watching Padma and Parvati grinding their pussies together as their tongues dueled, their bodies glistening with sweat as each of them working to bring the other to the peak. That was exciting enough, but the girls equally beautiful mother knelt between his legs and had her silky hair wrapped around his cock and was stroking him while she licked and sucked the head with a kitten like tongue. He certainly didn't want to start comparing his ladies, but Sira could probably teach Apolline a thing or two! He moaned happily as she ran her tongue all along his length, and rubbed her hair against his balls. Sira must have been getting turned on as well from the sounds coming from the bed, because she worked three fingers inside her self and started pumping. Harry was getting near the point of losing control, and, when Padma reached down and slid her fingers into her sisters pussy, he lost it.

With a strangled “Sira!” he let loose, and Sira's eyes widened briefly as she started to swallow, easily keeping up with him and not letting him out of her mouth until he had finished. When she finally released him from her mouth, she turned away and picked up her wand. A quick mouth cleaning spell and she turned back toward him. Sira smiled to see that he was still fully hard, and climbing to her feet, she held out her hand and pulled Harry up. Keeping hold of his hand, Sira pulled him until they were standing behind the chair, and Sira spread her legs and leaned forward, grabbing the stuffed back of the armchair. Harry quickly understood what she was thinking, and moved behind her, bringing the padded foot stool with him. Positioning the stool in front of Sira's shins, she lifted her legs so she was kneeling on the cushion, and still holding on to the back of the chair. She turned her head to look at him and said, “I know you want my daughters, Harry, and I don't blame you, they are beautiful women, but it is only right that you bond me first as we watch my daughters love each other. I am more experienced, and better prepared to enjoy your enthusiasm, and after we are finished, you will be able to take your time and be gentle with them, because neither of them have been with a man before.”

Harry moved from behind her, although he did take another lingering look at the delightful view she provided, and lifted her hands from the back of the chair, turning her so she was facing him. Leaning forward he kissed the older woman firmly, making her moan with pleasure, before pulling back and looking her in the eyes. “Don't sell yourself short, Sira, you are also an incredibly beautiful woman, and I am not unhappy that you want to be with me before your daughters. Don't worry though, I am well aware that neither of them have taken a man before, so I will be gentle with them. I promise you they will enjoy the experience! And they won't be the only ones to enjoy themselves tonight, you will be screaming my name as well!”

She grinned up at him, “You are saying the right things, Harry, but are you sure you can live up to them?”

“You were there when I made my announcement, you know what I am, and you still want to ask me that?”

“Oh, I'm sure you could make my daughters collapse from pleasure, or any of these other school girls, but you will find I'm made of stronger stuff.”

Amused, Harry said, “Would you care to make a small wager on that? I'm willing to wager that I will have you screaming my name in pleasure before I'm finished with you this evening. If I can't, and no, you can't cast any form of silencing spell on yourself, or ask anybody else to silence you, and you aren't allowed to be gagged in any way, I will arrange an entire weekend for you with Professor Burbage, so you can see if her nipples are still as sensitive as they once were, I've seen her in muggle clothing, and can state clearly that she's still got an amazing figure!”

Grinning at the lustful look in her eyes, he asked, “So, Sira? Are you going to take me up on the wager? And what do I get when I win?” Looking over at the bed, where the twins were watching the negotiations in fascination, he winked at them before turning his attention back to their mother.

“I'm waiting...” he teased, knowing she would take the wager, but curious what she would offer as her stakes.

“I'll make love to my daughters in front of you!” she said desperately, only to see Harry laugh. “Oh come on Sira, you'll have to do better than that! You know as well as I do that you are already planning to do that anyway!”

Sira is silent for several moments, thinking, she considers, but then discards, the idea of bringing her younger sister her, so they can make love to the twins and each other, but decides he probably wouldn't be interested in any more women at the moment. Thinking about what the rest of the evening will include she finally settles on something that she wouldn't normally do, but that she was sure he would accept.

“Have you come up with anything, or do you not want to make the wager?” Harry asked softly. He could practically hear her thinking and didn't want her to offer something that she really didn't want to do, because he already knew how to win the wager.

“If you make me scream your name in pleasure, I will suck you clean after you take my daughters arses!”

He heard the twins gasp in shock, either because they hadn't really thought about him taking them like that, or because of the very nature of the offer. He suspected it was the latter, because Padma wasn't the type to overlook something like that, and neither was Parvati. 'Of course, none of them are aware that I routinely clean a girl out while stretching her, so she will be sucking a perfectly clean cock.' he mused, as he said, “Done!”

Sira responded with her own agreement, and got back into position. Harry moved behind her, and slid a finger inside her. Satisfied that she was wet enough to take him, he gripped his cock and placed it at Sira's lips and was about to slide into her when he noticed that the twins were still staring at them. Clearing his throat to get their attention, he said, “Weren't you two in the middle of something? Don't let us stop you!”

Parvati (he was certain it was Parvati because she was the more outgoing of the two) laughed, “Geez, you're getting pushy Harry! Just because you've got three naked and randy women in a room with you doesn't mean you can get all dominant on us!” Padma leaned over and whispered in her ear for a second, and Parvati got a look of mock surprise on her face, “Oh! Never mind, Padma just reminded me that we like that about you! Carry on then!” With a laugh, which was joined by Harry and Sira, she said, “Come on Pad, it's time to put on a show!”

After a brief conversation, the girls moved themselves into a 69 position, and, practically in unison, slipped out their tongues and gave their partner a tentative lick. Padma's first thought was that her sister tasted slightly different than Luna did, and wondered why. Putting the question aside as unimportant at the moment, she concentrated on making her sister feel good. Even as most of her attention was on the girl above her, a small part of her mind was still thinking. Her ability to think about something while most of her mind was concentrating on doing something completely different was just such a part of her she didn't even notice it.

She was mainly thinking about why she had made the offer to make love with her sister at dinner that night. They had decided, in a hushed conversation earlier that while they would want to bond him together, they were planning on waiting for a special occasion, like Harry's birthday, to give him a show! She was certain that it wasn't Harry's magic that caused the change, because she still hadn't had sex with him, and the magic only affected actual sexual partners, not potential ones. Thinking back to that dinner conversation, she remembered the lustful gaze she got from Parvati, and relaxed, realizing it was not Harry who had made the change in their plans, but her sister, and she knew that Parvati had always been a bit more experimental about things, so it wasn't surprising she was eager for some family fun, so it was all right. Putting the thinking part of her mind to sleep, she turned the rest of her attention to the girl above her and wriggled her tongue into Parvati's lotus. Remembering a trick that Luna really enjoyed, she started moving her tongue as her lips found Parvati's Jewel in the Lotus and she started humming a song she loved from childhood. Parvati's squirming on top of her seemed to indicate she enjoyed it as well! She broke off her humming for a second as her sister's tongue found a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her, and she gasped in pleasure, wriggling against Parvati's mouth.

Above her, Parvati raised her face from her sister's center, smothering a laugh as she looked at Harry and her mother. She couldn't see exactly what Harry was doing to her, because they were mostly hidden by the chair, but it must have been good, because Sira was babbling and moaning in obvious pleasure! She saw Harry lift one of his hands up, before moving it out of sight again, and she was almost dying of curiosity, because whatever part of Sira he was touching, it was enough to win him the wager as she let out a long drawn out wail, “Oooooooooooooooh! Harry! Yes! Yes! Yes! Harry, Harry! Harrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!” before collapsing against the chair she was leaning on.

Harry looked like he hit his peak at the same time as Sira, because he suddenly grunted and stopped moving for a moment, getting a rather comical expression on his face, before relaxing and grinning in apparent triumph. He looked over at Parvati when she giggled, and, when the girl asked him if he would do the same thing to her, he laughed and said, “If you think you can handle it, sure!”

Parvati laughed, “I'm not making any wagers, is that's what you....” she broke off and closed her eyes as she moaned, “Oh Padma, that feels sooooooooooo good!” Ignoring the rest of what she was saying, she lowered her face again and got back to work!

Still enjoying the show, Harry slid out of Sira and lifted her in his arms, she was alert enough to wrap her arms around his neck as he carried her into the bathroom. Blinking in surprise, he muttered, “I'm really going to have to do something nice for Dobby and the other elves!' before climbing into the bath that was already filled with water. He sighed as he felt the warm scented water work on his leg muscles, and he lowered Sira into the water as well, seating her on the bench he knew was there and held her up as the waters rejuvenated her.

Sira sighed happily as the warm waters caressed her tired body, relaxing the muscles that had just been worked harder than they ever were before. She smiled as she remembered the wonderful feelings her young lover had created in her, until her eyes suddenly shot open! Looking at Harry relaxing next to her on the bench, she said, “I lost the bet, didn't I?”

“Uh-huh” he responded with a slight smile tugging at his lips.

“Bugger!”

He laughed and said, “Yeah, that's a good way to put it, but, don't worry, you had no way of knowing, because I don't think the others noticed it, except for the girl I was with at the time, but I always, always use a trick I know to completely clean a girls arse while I'm loosening her up, so you won't have to worry about anything nasty on me when I pull out of their arses!”

Sira sighed, in relief this time, and smiled her thanks at Harry. The two of them relaxed for a while longer, until Sira paused, “Harry, I'm starting to feel things, like I'm experiencing somebody else having sex, is that normal?”

Harry paused, thinking for a moment before responding, “Thanks Pansy” he whispered, before saying “Yes, I've been told that it's the Coven bond forming, you are most of the way there, and you are starting to feel what the other girls in the bond are experiencing. From what Pansy just told me, and she's one of the resident experts on the Coven Bond, well, her and Luna are, anyway, once we finalize the bond, you'll be able to 'tune' the other girls out, unless you want to experience somebody else having a shag!”

“That's good to know, it's a bit distracting to be honest, although I can tell that Hermione is really enjoying what ever is happening to her now. But, speaking of bonding, I think I'm refreshed enough to continue, are you ready for round three?”

Standing, Harry showed her that he was fully erect again, “I'd say so, shall we go break in the couch?”

Taking his hand, Sira climbed to her feet and reached for a towel. She was pleased to find that Harry had already anticipated her, and was holding one in his outstretched hands. Turning around, she sighed with pleasure as he wrapped the towel around her and rubbed her gently, drying her off. Picking up a fresh towel, she moved behind Harry, rubbing the cloth over his back and thighs, and rubbing her hand over his bum, drawing an amused snort from her new husband, before moving around to his front and drying his chest and shoulders. When they were dry, she squatted down and ran the towel over his legs, avoiding his cock, which was right in front of her face.

After finishing with his legs, she looked up at him with a grin and opened her mouth, locking her lips around the bulb. She lightly licked the head, and smirked to herself at the moan of pleasure he gave. 'It never fails, no matter how experienced a man is, suck his cock and he'll give you the world! Of course, he's already done more than enough to make me willing to go down on him every day for the rest of his life. And now he wants my arse, I can do that for him, hopefully he's better at it than Rajab, may he rest in peace, was!' Tasting a bit of his seed coming out, she released him from her mouth and rose to her feet.

Licking her lips, she said, “Well, my husband, the couch is waiting.”

Harry smiled at Sira as she walked ahead of him, his eyes drawn to the sway of her hips. He would never admit it to his ladies, even though Pansy and Hermione were already well aware of the fact that he was an arse man, in fact, he used to scandalize Petunia by playing “Baby Got Back” the summer it came out. He and Dean still had a lot of fun at times confusing their roommates with the song.

Glancing over at the bed, he saw that the twins had fallen asleep in each others arms, sticky smiles on their faces and he saw a little drool running down Parvati's chin. Wanting to let them sleep, he cast a silencing spell around their area of the room, so that Sira wouldn't wake them up. Turning his attention back to Sira, she had already climbed onto the couch, her knees on the cushions and her elbows resting on the arm of the couch. Moving behind her, he slid his hand between her legs, and slipped two fingers inside her. Pleased that she was still wet, he rubbed against her inner walls, making her purr with pleasure before sliding his thumb in as well. The purr turned into a moan when he brushed his thumb over her button and let a bit of his magic loose inside her.

Sira closed her eyes as the waves of pleasure washed through her body again. She had honestly been surprised that he was able to make her lose control the way she had earlier, although, if she had known what his heritage truly meant, she probably wouldn't have taken the bet. She had to admit, though, that he was already an exceptional lover, and she was looking forward to experiencing him getting even better as her learned her body, and she his. He was already learning to touch her in ways that only her sister Aruna had in the past. Thinking of her sister, she knew she would have to talk to Harry about Rajab's other wives, because they would be in as dire straits as she was, and possibly be forced into prostitution if they were not helped. His fingers entering her ring forced the thought away, but she would talk to him in the morning.

The sudden silence woke Padma, who looked around curiously until she saw her mother and Harry on the couch. Sira's mouth was open and sounds were coming out, but she couldn't hear anything. Tapping Parvati on the shoulder, her sister woke, and, following Padma's gesture, rolled over to watch Harry and her mother together. Padma couldn't see exactly what was going on because of their position on the couch, but it was obvious that Harry was buried in Sira's arse from the way he was leaning over her. She could see his hand working between her legs, and Sira shuddering with pleasure. She barely realized her own hand had slipped between her legs until her fingers slipped inside and started pumping.

Parvati watched Harry in fascination, she knew that she was going to have to take him in her arse at least once, and was nervous about it, but from the way her mother, Pansy and Hermione had acted, he must have made it feel really good. She knew that Harry wouldn't deliberately hurt her, but still, could something that big really fit in her tiny hole?

Harry smiled over at the girls when he saw them wake up, before turning his attention back to the woman in front of him. Sira had taken him easily when he had stretched her out, and pushed backward, impaling herself on his cock. He knew that she really didn't care for the act, but was doing her best to enjoy it, for him, which pleased him, and he was determined to give her pleasure as well.

Leaning forward, he used his free hand to move the silky black hair away from the base of her neck, and bend down to place a kiss at the point where her shoulder met her neck. Pushing his power into her lips, he pressed his lips down, and was rewarded when she tightened around him and yelled out her pleasure. Pulling his lips away, he let her enjoy hitting the peak before he started moving inside her again, drawing yet another groan of pleasure from her.

Sira gripped the arm of the couch as she felt his magic pour through her, causing every part of her body to tingle wonderfully. A part of her was amazed at how he was handling her body, while the rest of her just enjoyed the feelings. She had no idea that she could enjoy being taken this way so much, but she was glad he had others who enjoyed it more. He was pumping smoothly inside her, and one of his hands was still moving between her lips, sending waves of pleasure all through her, until it crashed over her and washed away the analytical part of her mind and left nothing but sensations behind.

She didn't even notice when he pulled out of her, and barely realized that he had moved her onto her back on the couch. She blinked when she she felt him press her breasts together and a stream of liquid from his wand landed between them. Realizing what he was doing, she reached up and held her breasts as he straddled her stomach and moved forward, sliding his cock into the valley she was making. Lifting her head, she licked the head as it slid into view, but he didn't try to slide into her mouth, which she was grateful for, even though she knew he had cleaned her first.

Padma had climbed off the bed to get a closer look at them, and was standing at the edge of the couch watching as Harry shagged her mother's tits. She glanced down at her own, and wondered if they were big enough for him to use hers like that? Her attention was pulled back to Harry when she heard him gasp out Sira's name, and Padma saw his cock swell between her breasts. She watched in fascination as blast after blast of cum shot from the end and landed in her mother's mouth and on her chest and face, before Harry pulled away and sat on the couch, panting heavily, before he waved his hand, and the silencing spell dropped away.

Harry looked up as Padma approached him, smiling tiredly. Padma smirked and said, “I really hope you aren't too tired Harry, after all, you've still got Parv and I to make scream your name before it's time to relax!”

He grinned at Parvati's giggle from the bed, and said, “No worries, Padma, just give me a couple of minutes to catch my breath and take a quick shower.”

Padma nodded, “I know I'd appreciate that, I love my mother, but I don't want you in my mouth until it's cleaned off!” Grinning, she said, “Would you like some help washing your back?”

Harry just smiled as he climbed to his feet and took her hand.

Elsewhere

Death was furious! He had been working for generations to wipe out the accursed Peverell line, and had nearly succeeded, but that nosy witch had found the ritual that allowed them to spawn once again. He thought that his pawn would have been enough to wipe out the brat when he killed the parents, but that bitch Fate had to stick her nose into things. He couldn't prove that she was the one who put that stinking prophecy in the drunks mind, but it certainly caused him some irritation.

And now the brat, who was supposed to die with his parents that night, has the nerve to accumulate a harem? Intolerable! He wouldn't be so annoyed if the brat wasn't the 20th Generation since Fate had made her snide comments, but he was, and that was the time frame they had agreed to. He would have to monitor his agent most carefully, to ensure that the brat died, and any spawn he might conceive die before they draw a breath. He would resign his office and take up origami before he would let that bitch win the bet.

Now, what could be done to assist his agent? Looking around, he saw that his pawn was still alive, although weakened, and could still be useful. Scanning the possibilities, he smiled as he saw the blonde youth dressing, his back to the girl on the bed, while the girl looked up at him, with an expression of disgust on her face. Yes, he has potential, and would be extremely grateful to assist his father's master. It would only take a couple of minor changes......

End Chapter Six