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That night his dreams were tormented by images of Eve, her tear-stricken face, Draco Malfoy and his smirk as he made fun of Harry and Ron, Celine Malfoy and her arrogant, divine gaze as she stood with her friends and mocked him. "Did you really think you were my first? You actually believed me?"

"No… no…" Harry responded silently, restlessly, tossing and turning in his hospital bed, his injuries healing but he was more exhausted than ever.

Madame Pomfrey had been horrified to see the state of Harry and Ron when they had stumbled in. Malfoy and his minions were hurt as well but not nearly as bad as the two Gryffindors. But still, their injuries were mild compared to what she was used to dealing with, as she used a healing salve as anesthetic and some spells to easily cauterize their wounds and stitch any remaining openings up.

Being an experienced mediwitch and used to dealing with the aftermaths of brawls that occurred after inter-house grudges and rivalries, she separated the two groups with the Gryffindors on one side of the wing and the Slytherins on the other side. There were some younger-year Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors in the middle there after a Potions accident and an older Ravenclaw who had been cursed by his ex-girlfriend. All in all though it was just another normal day in the hospital wing.

Both Professor Snape and McGonagall had come around earlier, each of them deducting 50 points for the other professor's house and detention for a week for all of them. They nearly came to blows themselves as they argued about which of the two groups should be punished more – Snape maintained that Ron Weasley had instigated the fight, whereas McGonagall contended that he was provoked, and that since there were more Slytherins involved she ought deduct more points from Salazar's house.

During all of this Harry was too exhausted and pained to respond with anything other than "yes" and "no" answers when they questioned him (since Ron was still unconscious this entire time, he really had been pummeled pretty badly). Eventually Madame Pomfrey noticed the strain they were causing Harry with their incessant arguing and shooed both the Professors out, the two of them still bickering.

When they finally left Harry was enormously relieved, and later on Madame Pomfrey notified him that they had some other visitors but she told them they couldn't visit Harry and Ron until the morning, and no, Evelyn Potter was not one of them.

It was early morning, probably 4 or 5, when his restless sleep, plagued by nightmares, was interrupted when suddenly he felt a female body slide on top of his. At this he woke up so quickly that his aching muscles and wounds complained harshly, forbidding too much movement from any part of him.

His heart leapt as he tried to open his eyes to see the female figure who was now sitting lightly on his lap, but in the darkness he could not make out anything. But somehow, somewhere, some part of him was hoping desperately that it was her…

"Eve?" He croaked out hopefully.

"Shhh, Potter." The girl shushed him, and then spoke in a low voice. "I'm not Eve. I'm Jasmine. Jasmine Rosier, we met yesterday – well, two days ago now."

"Oh… hi Rosier." Disappointment washed over him, as images came rushing back to his mind, Jasmine's dark hair and her attractive, fox-like, stunning appearance, she was the fifth-year Slytherin prefect and had no siblings, he recalled from the previous evening. "…What are you doing here? How did you get here?"

"I'm a prefect so I have the privileges of going out after hours," she replied softly, putting up a small silencing ward. "Celine sent me to comfort you. She mentioned that you have a tendency to misidentify girls that get into bed with you." She giggled.

Harry snorted in pain, his upper body protesting as he tried not to laugh. "That may be the case. But why me, Rosier, why aren't you 'comforting' Malfoy and his buddies over there." With his head he gestured bitterly over to the other side of the room.

"Hmm… well… the kind of 'comforting' that I had in mind would not be appropriate for them," Jasmine said slowly, her voice tinged with playfulness. "Plus, Celine cares about you, you know, probably even more than her own brother. You are really important to her. She told us about your very… interesting morning."

Pain shot through him as he nearly sat up in surprise. "What, she told you? We were planning not to tell anyone."

"Don't overexert yourself, Potter." Gently, Jasmine pushed him against the bed to prevent him from moving too much. "She told Ella, Olivia and me every single detail," at this she giggled, "it was so hot to listen to. But don't worry, Potter, we won't tell anyone. The four of us are closer than you might think."

Harry hoped that Celine did not reveal to her friends the initial reason why they had kissed in the first place, because he thought she was his sister – she wouldn't would she?… Just the thought of Evelyn made his heart hurt. He tried to focus on talking to Jasmine.

"Really? Why is Malfoy your leader anyway, how come you three just listen to whatever she says?" He recalled the previous day in the carriage, when Celine ordered Jasmine and Olivia to make him feel "welcome," and the two of them had complied without protest, Jasmine being especially enthusiastic.

"That's a good question, Potter." Jasmine shifted so that she was lightly straddling him, her hands running along his chest. He didn't know how she was balancing her weight but he felt very comfortable in this position... and safe. "I guess I need to educate you a little about Slytherin politics. Celine is important to Olivia and me because when we first started here we quickly realized that the Slytherin house is a bit… hierarchical."

Noting his silent confusion she continued. "As you probably can guess, blood purity is valued very highly in Slytherin, but not just that, usually people are segregated based on how important their parents are to You-Know-Who or whatever Dark Lord is out there at the time. And so if your parents are important, you are important, and you, along with your friends, can pressure other lower-influence Slytherins to do almost anything you want. So because of this, guys like Draco Malfoy and Warrington and Flint last year, are very powerful since their fathers are top lieutenants of You-Know-Who."

"Voldemort," he grunted in annoyance. "Say his fucking name."

"I can't, Potter. You can because you are Gryffindor's golden lion, and the Boy-Who-Lived. I'm just the daughter of a low-leveled Death Eater, who's now in Azkaban. If I say his name they will hurt me, or possibly even kill me." She took a deep breath, it seemed like she was smiling bitterly. "Anyway, as a Malfoy or a Warrington, you take on a group of lower-ranked Slytherins as your 'subordinates' or whatever, and they are willing because they need your protection. The Nott's aren't very powerful either, so Olivia and Theo don't have much choice but to follow the Malfoys."

"I know this just sounds like silly Slytherin bullshit to you, and it is – but during Livvy's and my first year, we didn't know anything and was pressured by a lot of different groups to join theirs. And some of these groups are not fun, Potter, especially for the girls. In order to maintain their position they frequently have to perform sexual acts from an early age, for the leader and his friends. Peer pressure is taken to a whole another level in Slytherin."

"That's fucking messed up." Harry said, this was all news to him. "But you guys always seem so cohesive when you are interacting with the other houses, especially us Gryffindors."

She gave a small laugh. "Of course, we never show this, none of the professors know about it, well besides Professor Snape of course. But in our house there are a lot of rivalries, especially between the leaders, jostling for more influence and power. Sometimes members will be traded around like common servants. Worst thing for the females in Slytherin is, that almost all of the leaders are guys. Except one, you can guess who by now of course."

"And so, during our first year, Livvy and I were picked up by Celine, and it was the best thing that ever happened to us. Our roommates in our same year – were picked up by other leaders, who almost immediately subjugated them to start running errands for them and doing favors for them. Some of them started performing sexual acts in their second year."

"Bloody hell. That's awful." Harry almost felt a pang of pity for girls like Parkinson and Bulstrode, who threw themselves at Draco Malfoy. "So how come Malfoy was a leader in just her second year?"

"Well, the main reason of course is that she is a Malfoy, not to mention that her father absolutely adores her. You can imagine how threatened the other leaders in Slytherin were when she showed up. In her first year she took Ella under her protection and then the next year she took me and Livvy. I think she's considering taking in Greengrass and Davies in your year, but those two usually just do their own thing, or at least they try to. Not everyone plays into this Slytherin bullshit game, sometimes it feels like it's in the background, but you have enormous peer pressure if you don't."

"So you three just willingly let Malfoy tell you to do whatever she wants? I can see how it's better since she's a female, but wouldn't it be just as bad if she forced you guys to kiss someone… like me…" He felt bad about the carriage ride yesterday now, both Jasmine and Olivia had kissed him without a second thought simply based on Celine's command.

Jasmine giggled. "Potter trust me that is NOTHING compared to what some of the other leaders order their subordinates to do. And also Livvy and I didn't mind since you are pretty cute. She's never ordered us to do that before – I mean she usually doesn't order us to do anything, Celine is really cool like that, and yet she protects us. She's one of the best duelists this school has ever seen, and on top of that she has enormous social power, not just among the Slytherins but all the houses and the Professors. You can imagine how difficult it is to maintain that careful balance of power so that almost everyone respects her, or at least fears her."

"Fear" would be the correct word for how he, his sister, and his friends viewed Celine Malfoy the past three plus years, although for his sister it would be more like "loathing" now. Celine was well-known for out-dueling many Gryffindor and Hufflepuff upper-years. Not even Fred and George Weasley were willing to prank her – they had done so a few times in their third year and had suffered immensely for it.

"Anyway. I'm talking too much." Jasmine giggled. "You must be bored to tears."

"No Rosier, it's fine. It's helping to take my mind off of things… and this is pretty interesting."

It was still dark but he could tell that she was smiling. "Good, Potter. I figured you should know since you are very important to us, well Celine mainly. I mean, you are her first, which is quite incredible… you won't believe the number of guys that have thrown themselves at her over the years."

Harry did not know if that was true, after his earlier argument with Eve. "How can I know if that is true? Did she send you here to remind me that?" He asked suspiciously.

"It's up to you Potter if you want to believe me or not. But I know Celine has never even kissed anyone else, I've never seen her do so and Ella who is her best friend has confirmed the same. She 'dated' but she never let anyone do more than hold her hand and sit next to her at dinner. Unfortunately that gave her the reputation in other houses of somehow being a slut, but everyone in Slytherin knows the truth."

Harry did not know whether to be relieved at this revelation, it would prove he was right earlier with Eve, but of course it would not help to bring her back. At this thought he felt immensely sad once more.

"So basically Malfoy lets you guys date whoever you want, is that why you guys like her?"

"Yes that's one of the reasons. We are no angels, Ella and Livvy and I are not virgins like Celine is, or was. She is truly an exception. Well, I've only been with one guy, but Ella is very experienced as you probably can imagine. Wait, Livvy might still be a virgin, I don't know how far she went with her ex boyfriend – the one before Bletchley. Don't judge us, Potter."

"I'm not, trust me. I was just curious."

"Haha, it's ok. I hate to sound like I'm bragging, because I'm really not – but it's hard to stay a virgin in this school if you are attractive you know, especially as a girl. Guys hit on us all the time, Celine the most, but Ella and I constantly get asked out as well. Olivia tried to follow Celine's strategy of dating around a bit so people stop asking her out, but she doesn't have so much power that a guy is willing to date her without kissing her. That's really something that only Celine can do."

Harry did not answer, but he was quite amazed at these revelations. He never thought about how difficult it was for a girl to balance her love life and her image, especially in a culture of slut-shaming, which unfortunately has existed since the beginning of time.

"Anyway enough talk – I have to go soon but before that… let me make you feel better."

"You don't have to Rosier – really – I'm grateful you told me about this, and talking to you is fun." Plus, Harry was still quite exhausted and recovering.

"That's sweet of you Potter, but please, I want to."

Before he could respond, she had pressed her body against his and her mouth to his lips, he could feel the electricity between their mouths as she wrapped her lithe arms around his neck.

He was too weak to hug her back, but at least his tongue was working, and the two were soon making out heatedly, Jasmine's eager lips attacking his own and her tongue snaked into his mouth, dancing with his own as she ran her hands along his hair. He suddenly felt very excited, a lustful haze entering his mind, and drowning out the events of the previous day.

Soon his crotch began to heat up, and his "wand" was soon pressing against her pelvis as she straddled him and grinded herself against him. Noticing his stiffness, she reached down with one hand to massage it, while she attacked him ferociously with her lips.

"When Celine told us what happened between you two, it was so bloody hot." Jasmine said between kisses, grinding her pelvis against his and her breasts against his chest. "The way you just silenced her, overpowered her, fucked her, and took her first everything, her first kiss, first snog, first oral, first penetration… first cream… first throatfuck… everything." Her voice was getting extremely sexy.

Her kisses and her dry-humping of his body were turning him on again, so much that it filled his mind with lust and desire. "Fuck Rosier, if you keep doing this I'm going to burst." Harry grunted, as she was putting an immense amount of friction between their groins.

She stopped, kissing him some more and licking his tongue, as she withdrew her arms from around his neck and set them on his chest.

"I've been thinking doing this all day after the night before, and especially after Celine told us what you guys did." Jasmine said huskily, as she planted kisses along his chin and neck. "Don't worry I will do all the work, just enjoy it."

Before he could react, she had retreated down to his lower regions and fumbling blindly under the blanket, she pulled down his nightwear a little so that his shaft was suddenly exposed to the cool air.

"She told me how delicious you are. I hope you don't mind if I have a taste myself." With that, she engulfed him into her mouth, the feeling of his rock-hard shaft in her warm, soft mouth as he gasped audibly in pleasure. Thank Merlin they had a silencing ward up.

Sucking and slurping on his shaft, the dark-haired prefect was eager to bring him to climax, as she massaged his spheres and ran her dainty and sexy fingers along his lower stomach under his shirt.

"Fuck Rosier, that is amazing… I'm coming…. Fuck," Harry's hips buckled as waves of pleasure washed through him. Nearly crying out, he climaxed very quickly and abundantly, shooting many glops of his milk into Jasmine's mouth, who struggled to collect all of it and swallow it.

"My goodness Potter, you really are delicious," Jasmine moaned as she collected and swallowed every last drop. "I think this is good enough for my breakfast." She cleaned him using her lips and her tongue, and then took his now flaccid member out of her mouth. "I would get you hard and make you come again, but you are tired and still recovering… so maybe next time."

Then she climbed over and kissed him, her salty mouth greedily attacking and folding against his. He noted her mouth and scent was different than that of Celine's, like that of pink roses and jasmines. "Thank you Rosier. I do feel a bit better now."

She giggled playfully. "You really should be thanking Celine, she is the one who sent me. But I'm glad you feel better."

She stood up and straightened out her clothes. "It's still dark, I should go before Pomfrey wakes up. Try to get some more sleep." With one last kiss she turned and lightly exited the hospital wing, closing the door in silence.

In the silence that followed her wake, with only Ron's peaceful snores coming from the bed next to his, Harry breathed out a deep sigh of relief and contentment. His body was beginning to feel better, his mind was beginning to clear up, and life did not seem as miserable as it did the day before. He did not even notice that the hospital door did not close just once, but twice.

It was the dawn of a new morning, and the possibilities were endless.