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When Harry came to, he felt the delightful sensation of Hermione’s rough cat-tongue cleaning off his stiffening again erection. He grinned as Hermione slurped, but he was amazed that she still had any energy left--and that he did too, especially after the previous night’s romp in the Room of Requirement.

Hermione stopped licking for a moment and grinned back at Harry. Sensing his puzzlement she answered his unasked question.

“I’m not really certain Harry. I... I think I just get a real thrill from riding on your broom with you. I suppose being scared of heights just adds a bit to the excitement of holding you--and feeling safe with you as the wind rushes by--and feeling the broomstick vibrating in just the right place... and... and...”

“Oh bother it--I’m over-thinking again...” Hermione shut-up and went back to sucking Harry’s penis while the squirrels watched, chittering in agitation.

Harry reached out both hands and stroked Hermione’s furry ears as she knelt between his thighs, her lips encircling the base of his shaft. Despite having recently concluded a quite robust sexual encounter, it didn’t take long for Harry to feel the surges of euphoria take him again.

Harry gasped, gripping Hermione’s tawny tresses and thrusting his loins as he released himself into her humid throat. Hermione’s bushy ginger tail waved happily, her naked bottom jutting out from the skirt gathered around her waist as she hungrily swallowed Harry’s seed.

A thundering of hooves broke the moment.

Hermione shrieked, and the last spurts of Harry’s ejaculate spattered against her rosy cheeks. She propelled herself into Harry’s arms and shivered, her furry tail bristling in horror. Harry’s eyes bulged and his gasps of pleasure caught. He held his breath and stared in trepidation at the centaur who had entered the clearing.

Harry gulped anxiously and held his trembling Hermione tightly. It was the last centaur in the world that he had ever wanted to see again.

Bane loomed over the pair darkly, his face displaying consternation and bewilderment. Hermione flushed and with shaking hands she pushed her skirt between her quivering thighs to cover herself.

The centaur with wild black hair didn’t seem to know what to make of the situation. He had angrily entered the clearing with an arrow strung in his bow, prepared to unleash it into whomever had disturbed the forest--grown wizard or student, he didn’t care. Firenze or Ronan weren’t around to restrain him today.

Bane’s rage battled his confusion as he peered from Hermione’s wagging furry tail and wilting furry ears to Harry’s fear-filled green eyes and back again. Bane’s nostrils flared and he pawed the ground with his hooves. He had witnessed the last moment of the pair’s coupling, and the air was heavy with their scent.

The atmosphere of the glade near the lakeshore seemed different. Bane’s skin prickled as he sensed the presence of magic surrounding him. But this was unlike the magic he usually sensed when wizards were near, which more often than not felt like a threat of violence. This felt more like... Spring.

Bane glanced in wonder at the green shoots of new growth and the blooming wild-flowers poking up through the underbrush. They hadn’t been there when he had passed through the clearing earlier that morning. The black centaur peered at Hermione’s fluffy ginger tail again, still bristling and thumping the ground in fright, and he stared at Harry once more.

The pounding of the boy’s heart caught Bane’s ears as the wizard-boy protectively clutched the cat-girl. Bane swished his black horse tail and began to calm, unstringing the arrow from his bow.

“You are a very unusual wizard Harry Potter... most unusual indeed.”

Harry let out his breath heavily, relief filling him as the fierceness departed the centaur’s countenance.

“You and your beloved are welcome in this forest at any time Harry Potter. My apologies for disturbing you...” Bane swallowed and a brief look of sorrow crossed his features.

“It is my sincerest hope that our interpretation of the Movement of the Heavens is wrong--the world needs more wizards such as yourself. May fortune shine upon you... young wizard.”

~o0o~

“Bloody Hell Hermione--that was scary! I thought we were done for... Bane always hated me! I don’t understand... What just happened?”

Hermione stopped walking and turned to face Harry. She reached out her hand to caress Harry’s cheek, adoration filling her golden-brown eyes.

“He... he saw you for who you really are Harry,” she replied, her own features filled with perplex as she tried to make sense of the roil of emotions she had discerned in the centaur.

“I was terrified when he found us--Bane was filled with such a hate for wizards. But... but then he saw you ... with me... loving me and trying to protect me...” Hermione paused. She smiled and gave Harry a kiss.

“And I... I’m still not entirely certain, but I think... I think suddenly, in that moment, Bane saw me as an equal; as... as being someone like him,” Hermione continued, “and... and I think that he finally realised that you’re different from most wizards--like the Dragon did.”

“You made a new friend today Harry,” Hermione concluded.

Harry blinked, then a smile crept to his lips and he shook his head in amazement. He leaned in and tenderly returned Hermione’s kiss before continuing the trek back up to the castle, his broom in one hand and Hermione’s hand in the other.

“Well... who would’ve guessed?” Harry said with a laugh after a few steps. “All I had to do to make friends with the centaurs was put on a sex-show for them with you.”

“Prat!” Hermione giggled, swatting Harry playfully with her free hand.

As they drew closer to the massive doors of the Main Entrance, Harry and Hermione were spotted by the Headmaster and the man with a walrus moustache. They appeared to be exiting the castle to take a stroll around the grounds.

Hermione eeped, and blushed, quickly rubbing at the dirty sticky streaks on her face with her hanky. She had forgotten the state of her appearance after the commotion with the centaur, having just wanted to leave the clearing as quickly as possible. Hermione groaned, realising that she had also forgotten her panties and left them dangling from the branches of a bush. Hermione tugged at Harry’s sleeve and he stopped.

Harry tried very hard not to grin as Hermione hid behind him and performed a quick spell to clean and dry the sticky damp spots on her skirt. There was nothing she could do immediately about her panties though, and she hadn't the time to perform another spell to vanish the viscous fluid still leaking out and trickling down her inner thighs.

“Ah there you are,” the Headmaster said warmly as he and the man with the moustache approached. “Horace, I’d like you to meet Mr and Mrs Potter...”

Hermione turned crimson and bit her lips, keeping her thighs together and crossing her hands in front of her skirt. For his part, Harry did an excellent job of maintaining a straight face, and he immediately stuck his hand out to draw attention to himself.

“Er...Hello...” Harry began.

“Harry,” the Headmaster continued, his eyes sparkling in the sunlight, “this is Horace Slughorn. He was once one of Hogwarts finestpotions professors...”

“Albus, please, you are too kind...” Horace interjected with an air of humility--though Harry could tell Slughorn was quite chuffed at the heaped praise.

“...and former Head of Slytherin House,” Dumbledore said as Horace took Harry’s hand and shook it.

“Delighted to meet you Mr Potter... simply delighted,” Horace gushed effusively.

“Er... nice to meet you too Sir,” Harry said with a polite smile.

“I have been following your career with quite some interest I must say,” said Horace, “and Severus has told me all about you and your wife’s exceptional talents with potions.”

Horace turned to Hermione and put out a chubby hand. “I am very pleased to make your acquaintance as well Mrs Potter!”

Hermione carefully kept one hand on her skirt and shyly reached out the other to take Slughorn’s and shake it.

“Er... Likewise Professor Slughorn,” Hermione squeaked, cringing at the sound of her own voice.

“Oh, I don’t know about ‘professor’ my dear... it has been many, many years,” Slughorn beamed at Hermione, then his eyes tracked her bushy waving cat tail. “But I must say it would be simply splendid to teach two such fine young pupils as yourselves...”

“Well, I think we should be able to do something about that Horace,” Dumbledore chuckled. “Your willingness to join the Order deserves to be rewarded with a paid position and perhaps a raise.”

“Really Albus?” Horace gasped, clearly surprised and elated. “However will you manage that?”

“Hogwarts will be offering a new postgraduate programme beginning this Autumn, and we will require more professors as the number of students remaining at Hogwarts increases.” Dumbledore replied.

“Well that is simply marvelous!” Slughorn responded. “I... I don’t know what to say. Thank you... thank you very much Albus.”

Horace Slughorn glanced back at Harry and Hermione. “I thought being given the opportunity to get to know you both was reward enough I must say... I taught your mother Mr Potter. She was one of my favourite students--the brightest witch I have ever known--and certainly one of the kindest. And... I am told by everyone that Mrs Potter is another in her mould...”

“And there I thought it was the protections that Hogwarts had to offer which had enticed you Horace,” Dumbledore teased.

“Yes... well seeing that Karkaroff is still alive certainly helped matters,” chuckled Horace. “I don’t know how you managed to sway him to join forces with you, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the Potters here had something to do with it.”

“Indeed...” Dumbledore peered at Harry proudly.

Harry gulped awkwardly and glanced at Hermione, not sure what else to say.

“Well Horace,” said Dumbledore sprightly, taking Slughorn’s arm, “I think we have taken up quite enough of the Potters’ time for now. You shall have plenty of time to get to know them better.”

“Oh... er, indeed. Quite!” Horace said, looking a bit disappointed, “Bye for now then...”

Dumbledore gave the Potters a wink and Harry nodded gratefully, breathing a sigh of relief.

~o0o~

“Slughorn seemed quite nice actually,” Harry said cheerfully as he shampooed Hermione’s furry tail in the shower. “I’m not sure if he was happier to meet me or you really...”

Hermione turned around and gave Harry a soapy kiss.

“What was that for?” asked Harry.

“For trying to protect me as usual,” Hermione grinned and kissed him again under the steaming spray of water. “Thanks for at least trying to keep his attention off me Harry. That was mortifying... I thought a breeze might blow up my skirt at any moment.”

“Er... you're welcome! But if you keep kissing me in the shower we’ll never make it out in time for lunch,” Harry retorted with a smirk.

“Especially if you do that...” Harry groaned as Hermione pressed her wet soapy body up against his for yet another kiss and he began to harden again.

“Mmmm... Dobby can bring us lunch,” Hermione responded with a purr, rubbing herself against Harry, “We can meet the others in the Room of Requirement and practice Patronuses later...”

~o0o~

“Merlin, that was the blindingest Patronus I’ve ever seen,” Dora gasped as she rubbed her eyes. “Well, you lot, you’ve seen ‘ow Harry and Hermione do it. Why don’t you all give it a go then!?”