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Slytherin won both scrimmages, mostly because Ron wasn't really able to defend. However it was fantastic training for the Weasley boy and definitely would help him place onto the team the next year if he wanted to. After showering and changing, Harry said bye to his team and returned to the library.

Instead of returning to the books that he read earlier that morning, however, he explored a different section of the library. Here was a section dedicated to enchantments, runes, and some of the more arcane magical arts.

There was an entire litany of magic that they did not teach at Hogwarts. Harry almost felt overwhelmed, and stunned. The kind of basics that he and his friends knew, was nothing compared to the vast amount of magic that was out there.

He made a mental note to return to this section in the future. But for now, he decided he would read up on dueling, so that it would not be a complete embarrassment the next night when he went to train with Celine Malfoy.

xXx

That night, he dreamed again of Eve. Again, they were in the fields, kissing, and it felt so real and so vivid that he thought she had actually forgiven him and they were back to the way they were before. Like the previous night she was in his arms again, as they slept like they always had.

But then he woke up, on the early Sunday morning, breathing hard, and he realized it was just a dream.

He spent the day in the library, reading up on dueling, potions, charms, enchantments, history of magic, anything and everything he could lay his hands on. There was too much to learn and too little time.

At one point Eve and Hermione came by again, they were on their usual study period. Now that Eve was no longer hanging out with him, she and Hermione seemed joined at the hip. Every time they walked by him and his books, Eve would offer him a small smile, while Hermione would just glare.

During dinner he went down to the Great Hall and sat with Ron, Seamus, and Dean.

"Mate, what's going on with you? You've been reading an awful lot!" Ron said, while shoving mouthfuls of chicken and meatballs into his mouth.

Harry shrugged. "I guess I just discovered my passion for reading." He picked at his food. For some reason he was not very hungry. He felt a bit nervous, as he would soon go up to the 7th floor for his first dueling session with Celine, and who knows what she had planned for him?

Seamus grinned. "Maybe you are there for a girl? Who could it be, a Ravenclaw?" The Irish boy had a crush on Lisa Turpin, a lot of people knew.

Harry shook his head. "Nah Seamus, I don't go there for the view. Although," and he thought about Celine Malfoy, "there are some pretty cute chicks who go there often."

"Tell me about it. Lisa Turpin, she's hella cute." Dean Thomas said, while Seamus blushed. "But also I heard her sister hangs out there a lot too, Melinda Turpin, the head girl. She's pretty hot as well."'

"That's true Dean, but she is nowhere as hot as… you know who I am talking about." Seamus said, wagging his eyebrows. They all knew the girl, but saying her name almost felt like it was too much.

Ron was blushing now too. "Fuck her! She's a bitch." He said, trying to eat a bunch of steak to show off his manly rejection of Celine Malfoy. "Personally, I think your sister is the most beautiful of all the library dwellers, mate. Sorry, I hope that doesn't offend you."

Harry laughed uneasily. "Uh… it's fine." Eve would never be interested in Ron, but still, he didn't like the fact that the red-haired boy crushed on her so badly. Then again, what right did he have to influence his sister's dating choices?

Looking across the Great Hall, he noticed that Celine and her friends had stood up to leave dinner. She didn't look at him, but he knew that she would be waiting in the 7th floor corridor, and it was up to him to get there as soon as he could (but not so soon that it might be suspicious to passerbys).

xXx

Saying goodbye to Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Neville (who had joined them later, complaining about stomach flu), Harry wandered up to the 7th floor corridor by himself. He was a bit lost and not at all sure where they were actually going to meet, he imagined it would be some kind of broom closet or something.

The corridor was rather empty today as there were no classes, but Harry still felt very awkward as he paced around the corridor. It was already after 7, and he did not know how long or when Celine would show up, if at all.

Suddenly, however, a door opened right behind him, and a hooded figure ran out, and grabbed him, pulling him into the room and slamming shut the door.

"For christsakes!" Harry swore, as he looked to see who his hooded attacker was.

She turned towards him and removed her hood. It was Olivia.

"I'm sorry for surprising you, Master." She said, looking slavish and beautiful.

He smiled at the sight of her. "It's alright, Nott - slave. It's good to see you again." This whole master-slave simulation still felt very awkward to Harry.

Without another word, she filled his vision and kissed him furiously, their lips touching in a lustful matchup. Her tongue was aggressively seeking entrance from the moment their lips met, and soon they were engaged in a heated make-out session.

"I've missed you, master." Olivia whispered, in between their kisses and gropings of each other.

Harry was not quite sure how to respond to this declaration. "… I've missed you too, slave."

"Ahem." Another voice in the room cleared her throat. "You two did not snog enough the other night?"

Breaking the kiss Harry had a chance to scan the room for the first time. It was absolutely gigantic but empty, there was only a fancy rug covering a large area of the floor. And in the far corner of the room, there were a few chairs, and a huge, luxurious sofa, with one occupant sitting on it – Celine Malfoy.

With her legs crossed and wearing her dueling outfit, she looked regal and powerful, intimidating and deadly and absurdly sexy. She casually fingered her wand, twirling and spinning it around her fingers, as if there was nothing else in the world that was more natural.

"Hi Malfoy," Harry acknowledged, looking around the room in approval. "This is a great room. Where are we?"

"It's the Room of Requirement, Potter" She said imperiously, standing up and walking towards him and Olivia. "It's a room that adjusts itself exactly to what you want. That's all I'm going to say. If you want to learn more about it, read fucking Hogwarts: A History."

He glared at her, it seemed she was incapable of withholding her obnoxiousness. "Fine Malfoy, I was just emphasizing that you made a good choice." He smiled at Olivia who beamed at him. "Is Oliv- my slave practicing with us too?"

Celine rolled her eyes. "Once she heard I was going to train you, she begged me for the rest of the day to let her come watch. I guess you two can practice some… master-slave dueling tactics." She said disdainfully.

Olivia nodded eagerly. Harry was still quite dumbfounded at why the gorgeous blonde was so willing and eager to be his slave, but he decided he would save that discussion for another time.

"Very well, Malfoy. Let's begin then?" He unholstered his wand.

She smirked. "So eager to fight me, aren't you? Fine. Let's have an initial duel to see exactly where your capabilities are. Livvy, start us off."

The two of them were standing on opposite corners of the rug, about twenty feet away from each other. Olivia was on her knees on the side of the rug, watching them, smiling contently.

Harry and Celine both bowed to each other, hers a stern, brief curtsy that impressed him because of how stylish yet unassuming it was. She was clearly very experienced, and this would not be easy at all.

"Begin!" Olivia chirped.

Immediately three spells came flying at Harry and he barely had enough time to shield himself. Deactivating his barrier he shot two stunning curses at the Malfoy girl and she easily dodged them.

He conjured a hail of pebbles that flew at Malfoy, who with a wave of her wand turned all of them into snowflakes and they fell harmlessly to the ground. She cast a huge spell in a wide arc, forming a wind twister that gained power rapidly as it flung towards him.

"The hell!" Harry cursed, this kind of advanced elemental magic was not even taught at Hogwarts. Not having enough time to conjure anything, he summoned a chair and transfigured it into a large steel wall, throwing him against it as the twister slammed into him.

As soon as the twister passed, his wall disappeared and he found him staring at a large snake striking towards him, two Incendio flame beams and a stunner. He vanish the snake and a blast of water headed off the flames, but the stunner hit him on the right arm and he fell to the ground, his wand arm stunned. Before he could react he was disarmed as his wand flew towards Celine.

Catching it haughtily she banished it back to him. "Not bad, Potter."

"Are you kidding me? You basically destroyed me." Harry exhaled out, catching his breath. He was astonished at how easily she had defeated him, clearly he was in desperate need of improvement.

"No, you actually did a few things right. Your wall was effective and you have good reaction time. Also letting the stunner hit you was a smart choice, since that hurts the least." She smirked. "However, you have a lot to learn before you can even hope to match me."

"Yes, that's why I'm here." Sneaking a look at Olivia he could see the disappointed look on his slave's face, and he felt a rush of embarrassment. He did not want to be seen as weak in front of Olivia, but he had no choice. Perhaps Celine brought Olivia here only to show off how weak he was.

Celine smoothed out her robes. "Alright Potter, a few words about dueling strategy. Listen carefully because I will only say this once." She smirked. "Dueling is based on two basic principles. Power and timing. That's it. Everything you do has to be either stronger than the opponent or faster than them. However, even underneath that, there are many layers."

"Regarding Power, every spell has different levels of magical power. Powerful spells defeat weak shields, and vice-versa. The more powerful the spell, the more magic it takes to cast it."

"Like the killing curse." Harry said, thinking about Moody's class and how Moody stated that most of them would not even be able to harm anyone with the spell at this level.

She nodded. "Killing curses are notoriously inefficient. If you start the duel off casting a bunch of killing curses, you'll actually be much more tired than your opponent. In fact, Avada Kedavra is a horrible curse for dueling, because it is slow, extremely flashy, and is very easy to dodge. Any skilled opponent who doesn't just stand paralyzed in fear will be able to dodge easily."

"…Right." He thought about he and Eve dueling at the Quidditch Cup aftermath, and how Eve had frozen in fear, staring at the green ray of light streaking towards her, before he threw her out of the way.

"The second principle is timing. Timing is not just about how fast you can shoot your spell, it is about distribution. For example, I conjured the snake first, then the flames, then the stunner, so that they would impact you at the same time. Knowing the speed of your spells is extremely important because you can only cast one spell at a time.

Harry nodded. Some of this he knew from the dueling books that he read, as well as his very limited experience dueling in the past with Eve and a few others. But this was the first time the strategy regarding Dueling was presented in such a cohesive and insightful manner.

"So as magic users we can do almost anything. We can transfigure, conjure, enchant, charm, draw runes, or just curse the living daylights out of our opponent. But the truly great duelists of the past, Merlin, Godric Gryffindor, Grindelwald, they were not just powerful and fast, but also extremely smart. Almost any spell can be useful in a duel if you know how to use it and time it correctly. Where most people falter however is that they don't understand the counters and timing."

"The Slytherin house organizes a lot of dueling events, which none of the other houses do. Yes, I know, we are all bloodthirsty snakes trying to kill each other, but in reality we understand the importance of power and skill especially in the magical world. That is how you protect yourself, otherwise anyone can just come up to you and kill you at a moment's notice. So we begin practicing early, to be alert and ready."

"But some of the duels I watch are simply pathetic. Two people will just shoot curses at each other. Curses are popular because they are fast and easy to cast. But they have a limited range of attack, they're easy to dodge or counter and truth be told they are not very powerful. The most powerful spells are elemental magic and physical magic such as Transfiguration, these have wide area of effects, are extremely difficult to counter and can overpower most curses by sheer force."

She smirked at Harry. "This is why I always win the duels. Most people don't understand any of this, but of course, I don't talk about this strategy with most people, only with people I trust. Olivia is actually a fantastic duelist, maybe I will duel with her to show you what happens." She and Olivia grinned at each other.

Absorbing the information, Harry nodded. "How do you know you are the best duelist in the school then if only Slytherin hosts dueling events?"

She looked at him with an arrogant look. "Because we do invite the top duelists from the other houses to join us. These duels are not publicized, Potter. And usually only fifth years and up get invited, and only those we know are good. I was going to invite you and your sister last year, actually, but after the whole Sirius Black incident most people did not think it was a good idea to draw attention to us."

Harry recalled the previous year, it had been tough. The emotional toil of meeting their parents' supposed killer, only to find out that the real traitor was Ron's stupid rat, took up the vast majority of Harry and Eve's time the previous year. Back then they were closer however, and supported each other through difficult times.

"So besides you, who is the best duelist here?" Harry asked, feeling a bit competitive.

She shrugged. "Pucey and Warrington are the best ones in my house. Olivia actually is one of the top duelists as well, of course because I taught her everything. Outside, well, Roger Davies, the head boy, is pretty good. So is Melinda Turpin. Diggory, he's decent. Ella's older brother, Graham Montague, was amazing last year before he graduated, but I still beat him easily. That's it. I'm still the best."

"Yes, I heard you the first time." Harry rolled his eyes. She stuck out her tongue. "Alright, fine. Can I watch you duel Olivia?"

"Sure, Livvy do you want to?"

"Whatever my master wants." Olivia said, getting to her feet. She gave Harry a slavish smile, walking to the opposite end of the rug. He walked off to the side.

Celine smiled at her friend, as they bowed to each other. Harry said "Begin" and they immediately flew into action.

Watching the two Harry was both amazed and painfully reminded of the skill level difference he needed to overcome. The two blonde girls were fast, powerful, and creative with their spellcasting and shielding. Both of them utilized transfiguration, elemental magic, conjuring, and curses, tumbling around and shielding against each other's spells.

However, Olivia was not as powerful as Celine, and for every one of Celine's spells she shielded against or countered, Celine was able to dispel two of hers just as easily. Finally Olivia was hit by a powerful blasting curse and she flew backwards against the wall at a bonebreakingly fast speed.

Widening his eyes, Harry instinctively reacted and cast a cushioning charm at the last second, which protected her from slamming against the wall. Bouncing into it, she fell to the ground in a heap.

Harry rushed over to Olivia's side, lowering himself to help her. She struggled to her knees and looked at Harry with grateful, light blue eyes.

"Thank you Master, you didn't need to do that, but I'm very grateful." She smiled at him weakly, making him feel a tremendous amount of affection for the fifth-year.

"The fuck, Potter!" Celine yelled at Harry, looking furious. "You can't fucking interfere with a duel!"

"At that speed she might have been permanently, or even killed, Malfoy!"

She was incredulous. "So? Dueling is not fun and games, Potter. Livvy knows that, once you get on the dueling field you are putting your life at risk. Even duels with no unforgivables and no intent to kill can result in death, that's just the nature of dueling! Don't be such a fucking child!"

Harry glared at her defiantly. "I don't care about the 'nature' of dueling, Malfoy. I will protect the people I care about. She is my slave. I will take care of her."

Celine rolled her eyes. "Save me your fucking savior speech, Potter." She huffed and exhaled deeply. "Fine. I'm sorry Livvy, I shouldn't have put so much power into that curse."

Olivia shook her head. "It's ok, Ce-ce. I'm fine, of course thanks to my master." She looked at Harry with adoring eyes, and they smiled at each other.

"Ugh, you two are going to make me sick." Celine complained half-heartedly, but she was smiling as well. "Potter, are you ready to begin again? We have a lot to work on, your wandwork, your aim, shielding, basically everything."

Harry nodded and stood up, after giving Olivia one last pat on the head.

xXx

They conjured targets and practiced aiming, and the speed by which he fired his curses. Then they practiced shielding and countering against different kinds of curses, physical objects, transfigurations, and elemental magic. She also taught him a few spells and transfigurations. The only spell he knew that she did not was the Patronus Charm, but it was for all intents and purposes useless in most duels.

Harry was a very fast learner, impressing both Celine and Olivia with the rapid rate that he was able to learn and internalize new concepts and incorporate them into his dueling style. He was a natural duelist, much like his father had been.

They were getting a bit tired and so they stopped and rested on the sofa for a bit, talking and reviewing concepts, what he was doing well and what he needed to work on.

"… So I would say, for the next two weeks, just learn new spells Potter, as many as you can. You can pick up on the countering and timing concepts very quickly, but if you don't understand the underlying magic it will be pointless." Celine was saying.

"Mmhmm. I will." Harry replied, a bit exhausted. Olivia curled up against him, resting her head against his shoulder as he idly played with her hair.

"Still, you are learning very quickly, which is good." Sitting on the opposite end of the sofa, Celine stared jealously at the two of them. "So you two are just going to be master and slave now? Permanently?"

Olivia looked up at Harry with adoring eyes. "Only if master wants me."

"I don't think any guy in his right mind would say no to such an amazing and smart slave." He replied, and she beamed at him.

"Hmph." Celine was looking very envious, it was unclear whether she was more jealous of him or Olivia. "Fine. I have a proposition for you, Potter." Now she had an evil glint in her eye.

"What? Do you want to be my slave as well?" Olivia giggled.

"In your dreams, fucker." She glared at him. "How about this, Potter. Let's duel one last time, to see how much you've improved over the course of the evening."

Harry nodded, withdrawing his arm from around Olivia. "Sure, let's do it."

"Except one more thing," Celine said, stopping Harry in his tracks. "Let's put a wager on it to make it interesting, shall we?"

"… what do you have in mind, Malfoy?" A foreboding sense of dread came over him. The last time Celine Malfoy had proposed a wager, things had gone simply out of control. It all went horribly, horribly wrong… actually it went obscenely well for him, depending on which angle one looked at it.

Celine's smile was getting more evil by the second. "Here's the deal. I will duel you with my non-wand arm. My left one." She spun her wand around her fingers, just as naturally as she had done on her primary arm. "Don't underestimate me, Potter. I can still defeat Warrington and Diggory regularly without using my right hand."

Harry shook his head, underestimating her was the last thing he could imagine doing.

"And while it is highly unlikely, if you defeat me," she blushed, a reddish twinge appearing on her cheeks, "you can fuck me tonight. Actually, Livvy will probably want to join," as she looked at Olivia who nodded eagerly, "so if you win, you can take both of us, at the same time."

The prospect of having a threesome with Celine and Olivia was more exciting than he had ever imagined. Feeling his heart race a bit faster, Harry spoke as coolly as he could manage. "And what happens if I lose?"

"If you lose, Potter, well, first, you don't get to shag anyone, and second, you have to give up your slave to me. Livvy will become mine." She stuck out her tongue at Olivia, who mock-glared at her.

Harry was not even aware he was allowed to bet Olivia. How was he supposed to bet something that he did not even fully realize he owned in the first place? But he did not voice those thoughts. "Slave, are you okay with this?"

Olivia pouted at him. "Master, it's all up to you, if you're willing to risk it."

Harry nodded. The stakes were high, and a rush of excitement flew through him. "Very well, Malfoy. I accept your wager, but only on one condition."

Celine grinned excitedly. "And what is that, Potter?"

"We duel naked." He watched the look on the Malfoy heiress's face, which turned from surprise to a lecherous smile.

"Be careful what you wish for, Potter." She said imperiously, as she stood up. With a wave of her wand, all of her clothes vanished.

Like the previous time, Harry's eyes nearly had a heart attack. Celine Malfoy's naked body was so ridiculously hot and statuesque that he felt a burning desire to tackle her and just begin ravaging her.

Which he could do, of course, but he had to defeat her first. She was using her non-wand arm, which was a large loss for most wizards, but he knew better than to underestimate her even at less than full capacity.

With a deep breath he vanished his own clothes. Cool air rushed against his skin, as he realized to his annoyance and embarrassment that he was already at full mast.

"Oh my, Potter, I didn't realize you were going to be dueling with two wands." Celine snickered, while Olivia giggled from the side. "I almost feel bad for you now, if you lose you have to walk out of here with that."

Harry glared at the two of them. Olivia had also vanished her own clothes, as she kneeled at the side of the rug watching them. Her exquisite, naked body was also enticing and sexy. The sight of the two naked girls turned him on to no end, as his rod became more and more stiff.

He was beginning to question his bravado earlier, perhaps fighting naked was not such a good idea. Instead of being focused on the duel his mind would now be filled with lust and desire. He could only hope that Celine was affected as well, but she seemed awfully better at hiding it than he was.

Glancing at Olivia, he noticed she was waving around two big fan hands, one of them saying "Go Master Harry!" and the other one was "Master is #1!" Seeing him look at her, she beamed at him, then pointed one of the large hand fingers at her mouth, simulating oral.

He chuckled at his slave's antics, feeling grateful as this provided him with a small boost of confidence. The psychological game between duelists was the often unsaid, "third principle," which Celine had either accidentally or intentionally chosen not to mention.

Bowing to him, Celine gave a small jiggle, causing her ample, breasts to bounce up and down in an almost hypnotic fashion, smirking lecherously at him. Harry felt afraid that he might get a nosebleed at this point, as he tried his best to focus.

He bowed back, trying not to share at her. However staring at the ground meant his full sail was just as obnoxiously in his face. It was a very uncomfortable situation to say the least.

However he did not have any time to overthink, because at that moment Olivia shouted "Begin!" and the two began dueling for the final time that evening, completely naked and both burning with lust and competitiveness.

As an onslaught of curses and elemental magic streaked towards Harry, he had the all-consuming desire to do whatever was necessary to win. Not just for the reward, but for himself, if he could not even defeat Celine using her non-primary wand hand, how could he face her again, or even Olivia, or anyone… especially Eve…