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RS- Transforming Harry
Part IX – Bonding & Glory

Harry and Hermione bond. Draco finds . . . someone. Ginny takes more risks. Bisexuality & slash.

The Harry Potter canon and characters are owned by She-Who-Must-Be-Mentioned and many minions. This fic shows what hormonal teens wished they could get away with.

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Chapter XVII

The next five weeks flew by for Stella/Harry in some respects, and dragged very slowly in others. School work, Quidditch, the DA, and the personal training seemed in retrospect to fly by nearly without effort. As Harry had suspected, Stella's basically near-execution of Bellatrix Lestrange had greatly enhanced her standing with both Bulstrode and Malfoy. Both Slytherins were playing on the knife-edge of destruction, but neither Stella nor her friends or lovers (other than Hermione) worried too much about that.

"They've decided how they want to play this out," Stella told Hermione. "We can help them, but it was their decision, not ours." Hermione had to admit that was true, even if she didn't like things being out of her control like that. The somewhat unlikely pair was slowly exerting power in Slytherin, steering things away from Voldemort and towards a stricter neutrality.

Things were changing in Gryffindor, albeit in lesser ways. While Harry had been a respected member of the Gryffindor common room, Stella was coming to be held in respectful admiration by the students in general. She was much more out-going than Harry had ever been. She worked with any of the students who came to her with problems, and many did. She entertained the students with her guitar, and tutored them in Defense and Charms. She was the very model of a student leader.

She also had a number of offers for sexual companionship, or at least serious snogging and cuddling, from a number of the students, especially the girls, of all ages.

Stella, of course, did not stray from the three declared future bondmates of Harry Potter in any serious way. The girls who paid attention to such things all knew that Stella spent most nights sleeping with Hermione, and those other nights with Ginny. She was also seen holding hands and even kissing Luna, and walking arm-in-arm with Sarah and Ron.

None of the girls took Stella's kind refusals to heart, and the only boy who seemed to was Colin Creevy, who usually kept both his distance and his eyes on the older girl.

Unknown to all these outsiders, there was one serious hole in Stella's happiness these five weeks. While Stella and Hermione had slept together most nights, they had not had any sexual contact, not even on the Sunday morning get-togethers. Hermione had made love with both Ginny and Luna both on the Sunday mornings, and at times during the week. Hermione and Luna (not to mention Ginny and Luna) had always in fact scheduled special times to be together.

Hermione wasn't trying to punish either Harry or Stella. She just wasn't ready to be that intimate with a killer until she could resolve her feelings.

The situation was actually made slightly more tense because Voldemort was not an immediate threat. After the drubbing his Death Eaters had been given in Hogsmeade, he and the remaining Death Eaters disappeared, and Snape had no clue as to where they were or when they might be back.


Sunday, October 27, 1996

"Where are Luna and Ginny?" Harry asked, surprised. He had been working out in his own form for the previous hour, while the three women had been talking. He came into the meeting area part of the Room of Requirement suite freshly showered. Hermione was seated on the sofa.

"I asked them if we could have some private time," Hermione admitted. "I hope that's alright with you."

"Of course," Harry answered. "What did you want to talk about?"

"I'm not going to apologize for the last month," Hermione said. "I do hope you understand that I wasn't withholding sex as a punishment or anything like that."

"I do," Harry said, standing next to Hermione. "It's not as if you withheld affection, companionship, or friendship, or love."

Hermione looked up at Harry. "I do love you, Harry."

"I know. I love you, too, Hermione. I know accepting my role in the war is hard for you." He gave her a wry smile. "It's not easy for me to accept, either."

"I know, and that's why it's been easy to keep loving you while hating what you have to do. Knowing you had to do it was one thing; watching you carry it through was hard." She slipped off the sofa to her knees. She undid Harry's trousers, first the button at the top and then the zipper. She pulled down Harry's trousers and boxers.

Harry cock was half-hard. He was far from sexually frustrated. Luna and especially Ginny had made certainly of that. Still, Harry did love all three of his women.

Hermione leaned forward and breathed in Harry's scent. Her tongue flicked out, and she licked and flicked the head of Harry's cock. When Harry was nearly hard, she sucked and pulled the head into her mouth. She let it lay in her mouth, on her tongue. She bobbed her head down, and then let Harry's cock pop out. "Merlin," she breathed, "I've missed the taste of you, Harry."

Harry bent over and kissed Hermione deeply. "How can we please each other?" Harry asked.

Hermione stood and dropped her robe, showing, to Harry's surprise, that she had been nude underneath it. "You are beautiful," Harry said lustily, his eyes roaming over Hermione's nudity, complete except her shod feet.

Harry kicked off his trousers and boxers, and knelt down and untied Hermione's well-shined black shoes, and pulled them off, followed by her ankle socks. Hermione placed her hand under Harry's chin, pulling him up to his feet. "How do you want me, Harry?" she asked.

"H'mm?" Harry asked as he nuzzled her neck.

"How do you want me? Make love to me, fuck me, anywhere you want. Fuck my mouth, fuck my arse . . . you can even take my virginity if you really want to. Take me how you want me."

Harry stepped back and finished stripping. He sat Hermione on the sofa and had her lean back against the arm. He propped her right leg on the sofa, while her left foot braced her against the floor. Harry leaned over, and sucked her erect right nipple into his mouth.

Hermione's left hand lightly held the back of Harry's neck, while her head went back, and she moaned in pleasure. Harry's lips and tongue concentrated on pleasuring Hermione's breast, while his right hand started to stroke her flank and outer thigh.

After Hermione had let go another deep sigh, Harry's tongue started making longer, broader strokes, taking in the underside of the breast, while his hand started to include Hermione's lower inner thigh. Finally, Harry's tongue made its way down to her navel.

After tonguing her belly button, Harry started licking her lower belly, and his hand had moved to her upper inner thigh. Hermione spread her thighs wider.

Harry moved to lick her inner thighs, and then the crease of her inner hips. Her closed labia revealed very little, although her clit was poking out from its hood. Harry started licking her outer labia.

Hermione grabbed her breasts and started kneading them. The very tip of Harry's tongue slowly licked its way from the base of Hermione's vagina to her clit. The inner labia peeked out.

"Suck it!" Hermione pleaded. Harry licked and sucked her clit. Hermione pulled on her nipples. In less than a minute, Hermione came with a soft scream.

Hermione dragged Harry onto the sofa and kissed him deeply. "Harry."

"Yes?"

"Would you deflower me next Sunday?"

"Of course, if that's when you want to."

"Harry. . . ."

"Yes?"

"Would you mind if Luna and Ginny are with us?"

Harry blinked a little at that, but realized the four of them had done everything else within sight of each other. "Of course not."

"Harry?"

"Yes, beloved?"

"I need to swallow your cock."

Harry sat back, assuming a position mirroring what Hermione had held. She bent over and quickly sucked his mostly soft cock into her mouth. Hermione head bobbed fast, and her fist moved in the opposite direction. Then she lifted her head up. "I've really missed your jizz, Harry. I love your semen. Give me all you have." Her mouth went back to work, and soon Hermione had her reward.

*

"You're a lucky bastard in some ways, Harry," Ron said that evening. They were relaxing in a sauna created by the Room of Requirement, after a strenuous DA session and a heavy dinner.

"Is it worth the bad parts?" Harry asked.

"No," Ron admitted. "Remember, most people don't see the bad parts."

"True," Harry admitted.

"So, how's the ferret doing?"

"Bulstrode has Slytherin pretty-well whipped in shape, and Malfoy's backing her is one reason why it's working. The pro-Death Eaters are cowed, and they really hate the fact that Riddle is a half-blood. At least until Voldemort makes a personal appeal, which would be pretty threatening, they'll at least be neutral."

After a long pause, Ron tensed and asked, "Harry. . . ."

"Yeah?"

"Neither you nor Stella will be having sex with Malfoy, will you?"

Harry made a face. "That's a price I would prefer NOT paying," he said.

"Because he's a guy, or because he's Malfoy?"

"Both, especially the second." Harry turned to Ron. "Are you trying to ask me something?"

"I love Sarah, and I love licking her, and even more love what she does to me . . . and it looks like Stella . . . would be at least as good."

"Go on?"

"Harry. . . ."

"Sucking you like this would be weird," Harry said. "Very weird."

"I don't want you to suck me, Harry. . . . Could you fuck me?"

"Really?"

"I'd like to try it once. Please?"

"Ron. . . ."

"I'm not your 'Wheezy' any more?" Ron asked, half begging and half teasing.

"Ron, you're my best friend. But it would just be too weird doing that with you."

"You do it with the girls, Polyjuiced as you," Ron pointed out. "Why is this any weirder?"

"This might not be any weirder, or even as weird," Harry admitted. "I shouldn't have even kissed you as Stella. I should have known it might lead to us wanting more."

"So. . . ."

"Ron, I have three lovers. I have no intention of adding a fourth, not even you. Not you, not Sarah, and certainly not Malfoy or Colin. Okay?"

Ron thought about it. "Could you just do one thing for me, Harry?"

Harry looked at Ron, eyes narrowed. "What?"

"Scrub my back?"

Harry splashed his friend instead. "Git."

*

Thursday, October 31, 1996

Stella, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Sarah, Neville, and Susan gathered near the entrance to Ravenclaw. When Luna came out, she was escorted by some of the younger Ravenclaws, along with Padma Patil and a few other girls from the Sixth and Fifth years. Luna really wasn't acting much differently this year than she ever had in the past, but her role at the Ministry in June and her relationship with Harry had made her eccentricities more acceptable to many in Ravenclaw, although not all. The group escorted her down to the great hall for breakfast. The students from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff congratulated her on her sixteenth birthday before some started to head back to their own tables.

At that moment, a four-tier birthday cake appeared in front of Luna.

"Thank you!" she said, looking around and wondering who had done such a nice thing.

Everyone else looked around, too.

It was then that Stella noticed there were no candles on the cake. She started to draw her wand.

At that point, the top three tiers sprang into Luna's face. Some of the girls surrounding Luna screamed. Stella cleaned Luna's face off with a sweep of her wand. "Are you alright?" Stella demanded anxiously.

"I . . . I don't know. . . ." Luna said, still stunned. Her nose throbbed and Luna grabbed it with her hands. Then she looked. "It looks as if that hurt my nose more than I realized." Stella saw there was blood on her hands.

Hermione stepped forward and took a look. "It's broken!"

Stella helped Luna to her feet. Luna looked around the Ravenclaw table, and said quietly, "To whomever did this . . . that was very mean." Hermione took Luna out of the great hall and towards the Infirmary. A jerk of Stella's head sent Ginny off to inform Professors Flitwick and McGonagall, who were on their way to the scene of the incident.

Stella looked over the table, zeroing in on the grinning Cho and the equally smiling group around her. Cho raised her eyebrows in mock innocence. Stella looked into each of their eyes, and nodded. The group, three girls and two boys, had planned the prank.

Stella glanced down at her left sleeve. A First year was looking up at her with very worried eyes. "Will Luna be okay?" she asked.

"Of course," Stella said. "It was either an innocent prank pulled by someone with even less skill than brains, or it might have been a nasty attack disguised as a prank. Don't worry, Sanda, Luna will fine." The last clause was directed at the now no-longer grinning group. The threat was clear. Stella patted the little girl's head. "Luna will be back in the common room tonight." Then Stella strode from the great hall.

*

"Luna's fine, Stella," Hermione said, intercepting her at the door of the Infirmary.

"It was Cho," Stella spat. "Cho, Marietta, Su, Corner, and Cornfoot."

"I don't think they meant to hurt her," Hermione said.

"Nonsense," Stella retorted. "They wanted to hurt her feelings, and embarrass her. They just didn’t care if they broke her nose."

"You never seemed to get angry at Fred and George," Hermione pointed out. "You don't think they never hurt someone's feelings?"

"Of course they did," Stella admitted. "They certainly embarrassed nasty gits. What was the worst they ever did to someone really innocent? Turn Neville into a canary? And then they owned up to it, and laughed with Neville, not at him. And I don't think they ever broke anyone's nose."

"Well, they were better at it than most people. I doubt if Cho and her bunch would have to guts to apologize in public, but they might in private. Don't plan anything against them until they at least have the chance to apologize."

Stella thought about that a moment. "Alright," Stella agreed. Only then did Hermione let Stella in to see Luna.

They saw that Luna was sitting on a bed, with Ginny hovering. "Ginny, I'm fine," Luna was insisting.

"Let me look," Stella said, coming up to them.

"I don't like fuss," Luna said, pouting.

"But we like fussing over you," Ginny pointed out. "Just like you like fussing over us."

"True," Luna had to agree. She lifted her face to Stella's hands.

Stella looked at Luna's face carefully, and then smiled and kissed the tip of her nose.

"You know who did it, don't you?" Luna asked.

"I do," Stella acknowledged.

"Cho Chang, and her friends?" Stella nodded.

"I'll gut 'em," Ginny spat.

"No," Luna commanded.

"Stella has agreed that we'll at least give them a chance to apologize," Hermione said.

"You are not to hurt them," Luna stated. "I mean that, to all of you."

"You mean I can't break their perky little noses?" Ginny asked.

"No."

"How about their taut little arses?" Stella growled.

"No. Do you promise not to hurt the girls?"

"We promise," Stella and Ginny both said reluctantly.

Madam Pomfrey bustled in and looked at Luna's nose. "All set. Off you go to class!" The four girls left, and then split up to go to their classes.

"You know," Hermione said, "I did say we had to give them a chance to apologize."

"I know," Stella agreed.

"You know," Hermione added, "I didn't promise not to hurt them if they didn't."

"I know," Stella agreed. "And I didn't promise not to hurt those two idiot boys." She and Hermione looked at each other and grinned in a most evil way.

*

Only one of the five conspirators had apologized to Luna by that evening, when Luna had showed up to their private place behind the mirror to celebrate her birthday by making love with her three lovers. Sixth year Su Li had made her private apologies without fully confessing, and certainly not letting on who else might have been involved in the prank.

Luna's previous plans for 'hot oral sex and Harry's biggest cock up my bum' were replaced by gentle massaging and slowly-induced orgasms. Luna had been very shaken by the prank. Over the previous months, she had forgotten what it had been like to be the butt of vicious jokes and malicious gossip. No one had taken her books or her clothes or even her candy this year.

Luna had hoped that this meant her persecutors had finally grown up. Certainly one of the chief tormentors had finally left school. Her dorm mates had actually apologized to her during the first week of school, and one of the silver linings of this day had been that her dorm mates had for once not joined in the attack. All had come to Luna and denounced the planners of the prank, although they all claimed they were uncertain who had actually done it.

Luna was therefore happy to lie on comfy cushions, with one lover on each nipple and the third on her labia and clit until she orgasmed, at which point they rotated and brought her off a second and then a third time. Then Luna Polyjuiced into Harry, and her three lovers again brought her off orally. Then, after opening presents, she enjoyed watching Ginny suck Harry off, while Hermione nuzzled and caressed her to yet another orgasm as herself.

Despite the morning, it was a very successful and happy birthday after all.

*

Sunday, November 3, 1996

Harry, Hermione, Luna, and Ginny sat in the swirling, relaxing hot tub that the Room of Requirement had provided. They were luxuriating in the comfort. They had been there some time when Ginny asked, "Hermione?"

"H'mm?"

"You've probably researched everything there is to know about Polyjuice, right?"

"As much as I could, why?" Hermione responded, curious.

"I was wondering, when you go off of all the potions and spells, could Luna or I get you pregnant, if we had sex with you when we're Polyjuiced into Harry?"

Luna said "Yes," while Hermione said, "No."

"Well, that's clear," Harry teased.

"She could, you know," Luna said.

"Not as such," Hermione protested, "and that would be almost impossible!"

"Almost," Luna replied.

"Would one of you explain?" Harry asked.

"Alright," Hermione said. "First of all, if Harry had sex with me while Polyjuiced into someone else, I could of course get pregnant. However, it would biologically be Harry's child, not whomever he had been Polyjuiced into."

"That makes sense. Go on," Ginny said.

"So, for you to get me pregnant under Polyjuice, several things would have to happen. First, you would not only have to get me pregnant during the time-span of the potion. . . ."

"An hour, and we don't last an hour while having sex," Ginny pointed out.

"Yes, but the pregnancy doesn't usually fully start, I mean the cells reproducing and fully attached to the uterine wall, et cetera, in just an hour. An unimplanted zygote wouldn't be stable enough, apparently, and doesn't survive the change when the potion wears off. Second, it would have to be a girl. After an hour, any XY chromosome would be replaced by an XX, and that would destroy the embryo. Third, it would still have to withstand the magical transformation, which is unlikely, but possible. So, it is possible for me to have your child, or for you to have mine, but it isn't likely. Why?"

"I was thinking about the oaths we swore. Would my having sex with you while being Harry be a breaking of the oaths on either of us?"

"I wouldn't think so," Luna said. "If it were, I would think our sex-play would have already violated the oaths, and we would have suffered the penalty."

"There's a penalty, other than the oaths being voided, I mean?" Harry asked, surprised.

The three girls rolled their eyes. "Sterility, at the least, and usually the guy becomes dysfunctional if he's the oath-breaker, while the girl becomes menopausal," Hermione said.

"While, I certainly have been far from menopausal," Ginny complained. Of the three girls, she suffered from the worst periods, and the last had been particularly cramp-filled.

Harry quickly tried to change the subject. Hermione, however, said, "Don't worry. We are all pledged together, and pledged to Harry. Just like Harry and Ron could have sex if they wanted without violating our pledges, so we can have sex with each other without penalty."

Finally, Hermione felt ready. She sent Harry out of the bathing area to the bedroom. There really wasn't much for Harry to do. He didn't even have to light the scented candles Hermione had selected, they popped on automatically. All Harry had to do was sit and wait.

So he sat, and waited.

Finally, Hermione came in, escorted by Luna and Hermione. All three were wearing soft sandals. Hermione was wearing a very thin, gauzy blue, very transparent gown. It hid nothing, and highlighted all the most interesting bits. Ginny was wearing a dark green gown and Luna a lavender one. These were just a shade less transparent than Hermione's.

Luna went over to Harry, who was wearing a plain off-white cotton dressing gown. She untied the belt and helped Harry out of it, while Ginny did the same for Hermione. Ginny seated Hermione on the side of the bed. She kissed Hermione gently. "Are you ready to fulfill your oath of bonding with Harry James Potter?"

"I am," Hermione said. Harry could see that she was very sexually aroused, and wondered what the three girls had been doing over the previous fifteen minutes.

"Are you ready to fulfill your oath of bonding with Hermione Jane Granger?" Luna asked Harry.

"I am," Harry said.

"You might be willing, but you do not look quite ready," Luna said, looking at Harry's half-erect cock.

Harry wasn't certain what to say or do. Hermione took control. "Ginevra, will you prepare our bondmate?"

Ginny sank to her knees and took the end of Harry's cock into her mouth. She licked it very slowly and thoroughly, and then slowly moved her mouth back and forth for a few moments. Then she stopped and said to Hermione, "He is ready."

"Support me," Hermione requested. Ginny climbed onto the bed, and Hermione laid down, her head in Ginny's lap. Hermione pulled her knees up, and then opened her legs.

Luna gave Harry a slight push on his shoulder. He climbed onto the bed.

"Luna, will you guide our bondmate?" Hermione asked.

Luna knelt by the side of the bed and reached between the prone Hermione and the kneeling Harry and lightly grasped his cock. Luna pulled gently, and Harry carefully levered himself downwards. Luna carefully guided the tip of Harry's cock between Hermione's labia and into the entrance of her vagina.

"Do it quickly, Harry," Hermione pleaded. "Don't worry about it hu. . . . Arrgh!"

"Are you alright?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Hermione said, breathing hard. "Please, Harry, move!"

Harry moved. He kissed Hermione deeply, while leaving room between himself and Hermione, since both Ginny and Luna were manipulating a breast. Harry had had a blowjob from Ginny the day before, and Luna and Ginny had brought Hermione to the brink of orgasm three times before bringing her to the bonding bed.

Harry therefore had no problem holding back his orgasm, despite believing that the hot tight wetness he was plunging in and out of was the most wonderful feeling he had ever had. Hermione screamed out in orgasm after just over a minute of their joining. When she hit her second orgasm not quite a minute later, Harry joined her, collapsing atop of her as he kept a now very irregular pumping inside her.

Hermione blindly sought out Harry's mouth, and they kissed deeply for over a minute. They only slowly came out of their own little world and remembered that they had two other lovers with them.

Harry pulled out of Hermione. Luna's long tongue was quickly inside Hermione, working her up to a third climax. Ginny had slid out from under Hermione, and was sucking and licking Harry clean. When Hermione had finished screaming her third orgasm, Luna and Ginny licked each other's face clean.

"I do love you," Harry said, "all three of you."

The three girls concurred.

*

Chapter XVIII

The next few weeks passed quickly. The school was, as usual, caught up in the two autumnal Quidditch games, the second of which was followed by the second Hogsmeade weekend. The new Quidditch announcer, Colin Creevy, was so effusive is his lauding of Stella in her first game that Professor McGonagall had nearly sacked him.

The Ravenclaw-Hufflepuff game had been mediocrely played, with Ravenclaw winning 180 - 30 after a three hour game marred by dropped passes and poorly aimed bludgers. Cho Chang's catch of the snitch was the only highlight of the game.

The following week's Slytherin-Gryffindor game was very hard-fought, yet surprisingly clean. The keepers were on-form, while the Gryffindor chasers outclassed their Slytherin counterparts and the Slytherin beaters outclassed the Gryffindors. Stella, however, was by far the best flyer of the season. No one was surprised, therefore, when she caught the Snitch 72 minutes into the match, with Gryffindor winning 240 - 90.

Throughout these few weeks, Cho and her three friends (Su Li had drifted away from them into neutrality) had slowly relaxed. They had thought at first that retribution for their prank against Luna would come fast. Then they had worried about being hit before the first game of the season. Then they had worried that the Gryffindors would wait until after the Gryffindor game, so that neither Ginny nor Stella would have to worry about missing the game.

When no retribution came that next week, or even on the second Hogsmeade Saturday, the quartet began to relax. After all, everyone knew that 'Harry's girls' (as they were now sometimes called) and Stella were somehow transported to meet with Harry and Sirius. The quartet would therefore be able to relax and enjoy the Sunday morning in Hogsmeade.

*

Sunday, November 23, 1996

Cho Chang and Marietta Edgecombe ran into the girls' toilet at the Three Broomsticks, angry and embarrassed. It had been bad enough that a golden eagle had dive bombed the group just outside the castle. Cho had been angry that she had been unable to fully clean the eagle guano off her robe. Her boyfriend, Michael, had not been terribly sympathetic, and Marietta's boyfriend Stephen had been even less so. Worse, an entire flock of ravens had repeated the atrocity near the village. None of the four had been spared, and Marietta had been repeatedly attacked by the biggest raven any of them had ever seen, which had kept screeching 'Nevermore' at them while the birds shat all over them.

While Cho and Marietta tried to clean each other up, Corner and Cornfoot were trying to clean each other off in the men's toilet. They heard someone coming towards them.

"Use one of the stalls," Corner said, since he and Cornfoot were blocking the trough.

"But my business is with you," came a voice both knew very well, but which they had certainly not expected to hear any time soon.

"Potter!" they chorused.

"Very good," Harry said, grinning at them very nastily. The pair tried to look past Harry, and saw that Ron Weasley was blocking the door.

"Now then," Harry snarled, "let's talk about playing pranks that injure people, shall we?" They saw that Harry had his wand in his wand.

"Pulling your wand on us?" Corner managed to sneer.

"Pull yours out, the pair of you, if you want to make this a dual," Harry said. "Please, go ahead."

Corner frowned and started to puff up. Stephen Cornfoot had a fair amount of respect for his friend's skill, but he wasn't blind. "If you do, you're on your own," he said out of the side of his mouth.

When Harry lowered his wand, however, Corner tried his well-practiced 'quick-draw'. Cornfoot stepped back to try and get out of range and Ron grinned.

Meanwhile, Marietta and Cho were hiding in two of the stalls of the girls' room, as a group of girls were in front of the mirrors, also complaining about the birds. They cleaned up and one suggested that they leave the special potion to clean bird guano out of hair, 'in case anyone else needs it,' and left.

Cho and Marietta rushed out and grabbed the potion bottle, never having noticed that the Third year Hufflepuffs had actually been unmarred.

*

Ron Weasley eased up to the table of teachers. Professor Flitwick was the senior staff member, so he asked, "Yes, Mister Weasley?"

"I must report an illegal duel, Professor," Ron said.

"And when and where was this duel, Mister Weasley?" Snape drawled.

"In the men's toilet," Ron answered, "about three minutes ago."

"I see. Did you try and stop this duel, Mister Weasley?" Snape asked.

"No, sir. I was required to act as a second."

"Required?"

"Yes, sir," Ron said. He turned to Flitwick. "I must report that Michael Corner has been well-hexed, sir. He isn't injured, but it will take some effort to put him straight."

"I see," Flitwick said. "Was Mister Cornfoot his second?"

"Yes, sir."

"And just who hexed Corner?" Snape demanded.

"Please, Severus," Flitwick stated. "I am the senior staff member on duty, and this at least partially concerns my House." He turned to Ron. "Were there any Slytherins involved, Mister Weasley?"

"No sir, nor any Hufflepuffs."

"And whom did you stand second for, Mister Weasley?"

"Harry."

"WHAT!" Snape screamed.

The entire pub went dead silent.

"Mister Potter is here?" Flitwick asked quietly.

"He should be back at the castle by now," Ron replied just as softly. "I'm sure he'll be totally gone any moment, assuming he isn't already."

"So, he came here to challenge Mister Corner?"

"He came and challenged both," Ron said. "Cornfoot backed down from the challenge."

"This was about the cake incident?" Flitwick asked.

"Yes, sir. There were five Ravenclaw Sixth and Seventh year students involved. One apologized. Harry came to challenge Corner and Cornfoot directly, and I believe he has a prank planned for Chang and Edgecombe."

"Really?" Snape growled.

Suddenly, there were two loud, high-pitched screams.

"Ah," Siân said, standing. "I believe I hear the successful completion of a prank."

"I had best come along," Professor Sinistra said.

"Come, Severus," Flitwick stated. "Let us investigate."

"Weasley. . . ." Snape started, but Flitwick stopped him.

"I will handle this, Professor Snape," Flitwick snapped. "Mister Weasley, report back to the castle. Wait in front of my office."

"Yes, sir," Ron said.

*

"Change to Harry this instant!" Dumbledore roared.

Harry complied as he sat nonchalantly in a chair.

"What in Merlin's name were you thinking! We did NOT want Voldemort to believe you capable of being here!"

Harry shrugged. "Tell Snape that it is impossible, and that you suspect Polyjuice. That's what I intend to hint to Malfoy."

"That is hardly satisfactory!"

"Neither was that group hurting Luna," Harry snapped. "I knew they did it, and you knew they did it. Only one apologized, and we made certain that nothing happened to her. As usual, you did nothing about the incident, or the underlying problems, or to the other four students. Therefore, I did."

"Oh, and I suppose you created and charmed that potion?"

"You may suppose so," Harry answered. Cho and Marietta were now both hairless and a rather bilious shade of green, except for the small itchy pimples that spelled out 'bitch', 'nag', and 'shrew' many times all over their bodies. Dumbledore looked doubtful. "I brewed the potion and cast the charms," Harry insisted.

"I see." Harry might have done both, but there was no doubt who had told him how to do both. "Very well. No points will be taken, since you aren't really here. However, even though Mister Corner was not really injured, Miss Chang and Miss Edgecombe have suffered enough humiliation. How is the charm removed?"

"They have to apologize to Luna in front of everyone who witnessed the cake attack."

"I see. I suspected as much. I shall inform them. Your friends are banned from the Room of Requirement for the rest of the term. However, Stella is required to go. After all, you must keep up your cover story."

"I see." Harry would be spending his Sunday mornings in isolation as his punishments. "As usual, you allow aggressors off and punish those who seek justice. Very well, Headmaster."

"You are dismissed, Harry," Dumbledore snapped, stung by the comment but unwilling to admit he was wrong.

Harry turned back into Stella and left.

*

Marietta caved in the next morning, apologizing to Luna at breakfast. The green faded away within 72 hours. Except for the pimples she had picked at, which had scabbed over, the others faded in 60 hours. Those she had picked at took three or four more days to completely disappear. Cho did not surrender for a week, but she also gave in. Neither spoke to Luna nor any of her friends for the rest of the term, which no one thought was much of a loss, except for Cho, Marietta, and Luna, who just wanted to get along with everyone.

Stella, meanwhile, still felt she had the Slytherins moderately well in hand via Bulstrode and Malfoy. She had few doubts that someone, perhaps more than one, was slipping information to Voldemort. No one was making any overt moves, however, in or out of the Slytherin dungeons.
Stella's main problem was now Colin Creevy, who had started to stalk her worse than he ever had Harry. Finally, in early December, she sat him down for a serious talk. Colin confessed that he was very confused about his attraction to Stella, since he had always been attracted to boys before this. He even confessed to having been used by several older boys over the years, which made Stella upset to say the least. Since they were all gone from school and Colin had no further contact with them, however, there was little she could do about them.

She was not very surprised at Colin's confessed libido. From the time Colin had arrived at Hogwarts, the other boys had learned to keep him away from the shower area when it was in use. The Seventh year prefect had taught him silencing and cleaning charms his first month at Hogwarts, since his noise at night was bothering the other boys. It said a lot about the tolerance of the Gryffindors that he was not tormented about his actions.

Stella, therefore, asked Colin if he would want to try something risky. Both before and after he learned the details, Colin had agreed.

*

"Where are we going?" Draco whined.

"Does it matter?" Stella asked. "Either you trust me, or you don't."

"I trust you, but I don't like it."

"You'll like this, I promise you." Stella led him to a tapestry showing a group of satyrs running around the woods. Behind it was a door.

Going in after Stella, Draco found it was just a small plain room. There was nothing unusual about it, except that there was one worn spot on the flagstones near the far wall.

"Take off your clothes," Stella said.

"What!?"

"Take off your clothes," Stella said. "At least your trousers and pants."

Draco flushed but opened his robes. "I'm not wearing either," he said, flashing his bare upper thighs.

"Then turn to the wall and open your robes," Stella said. "Trust me, I'm not going to do anything except protect your back. I promise."

"Very well." Draco turned away and did as he was told.

"Now, touch the wall right in front of your penis with your wand and say 'please please me."

"Please please me," Draco recited. A small opening appeared.

"Go ahead," Stella said, "it's safe."

Draco leaned into the hole, and then gasped as a pair of warm lips encircled his small cock. "How does it mimic that!" Draco demanded.

"Actually, the wall magically thins," Stella told him. "There is only a fraction of an inch between you and the boy on the other side."

"Boy?"

"Boy," Stella confirmed. "He thinks you're drop-dead sexy, but doesn't like you much as a person. How does it feel?"

"Bloody marvelous! I can't believe I have my cock in a wall while you're watching me getting sucked!"

"Someone has to make the arrangements and protect you while you're vulnerable. Who would you rather trust?"

"Just you. Oh, Merlin! This is the best I've ever had!"

"Not your first time, eh?"

"No. Father used to arrange for Muggle whores. . . . Arrrggh!" Draco pressed up against the wall, moaning in pleasure.

It took Draco nearly three minutes to recover. Finally, however, he cleaned himself off with his handkerchief, closed his robes, and turned around.

"Do you want to return the favor?" Stella asked.

"You mean. . . ." Draco colored and he looked angry.

"Sex can be about just getting pleasure," Stella told him. "Anything more means you have to give it as well as take it."

"I've never done it," Draco muttered.

"I can coax you, if you want."

Draco glared at her, confused.

"No, I won't demonstrate or help, but I can whisper advice. If you want to try, put your finger through the hole and curl it. If not, the hole closes when either of you leave the room."

Draco hesitated, but then put his finger through. "Now take it out," Stella told him. "It will reform when he says the charm. It will be on the right level for you to get at it while kneeling."

The hole closed, and reopened a few seconds later. The stone under the hole suddenly formed into a padded surface. The surface of the stone around the hole changed as well, also becoming padded. Nearly five inches of a narrow, uncircumcised, but erect cock came through in a moment.

"Just kneel and lick it," Stella said. "Get used to the taste."

Draco knelt and leaned forward. He very lightly ran just the barest tip of his tongue along the side of the shaft.

"Be a little more determined," Stella told him. "Your tongue won't hurt him."

Draco licked harder and longer.

"Circle a finger or tow around the base," Stella suggested. "Then cover your teeth with your lips and . . . that's right. Lick and suck, suck and bob. Good job. Now move your fingers at least a little."

Draco was very awkward, but Colin was very excited in the other room. He started pumping into Draco's mouth as best he could, and he shot off quickly. Draco swallowed everything Colin could give him, just as Colin had.

As the hole disappeared, Stella asked, "So, were you right to trust me?"

"I was," Draco said. "Please, just tell me that it wasn't Weasley."

"It wasn't," Stella said with a laugh.

"Let me guess. It was a boy I can't be seen with. Someone like Finnigan or one of the Creevy brothers."

"Dennis is far too young," Stella stated sternly, "but yes, someone like that."

"And you're not going to tell me who it was, or how you know about this room, or where the other room is, are you?"

"Nope, not a chance. As long as you both want to continue, though, I'll try to arrange meetings at least once a week."

"I do. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

After leaving Draco on his way to the dungeons, Stella hurried to the private space behind the mirror. There he found Ginny waiting for him.

"Was Draco pleased?" she asked as Stella morphed into Harry.

"Very. I was a little surprised he agreed to suck Colin off. I thought he'd be too proud."

"Did you have to talk him into it at all?"

"Maybe a little," Harry confessed. "How did Colin take it?"

"He loved it, giving and receiving. How long do you think it will take him to start making eyes at Draco and giving things away?"

"I told him if Draco and he both wanted to, I'd arrange for them to meet before Christmas. Colin doesn't have a lot of restraint, but I hope he shows some here." Colin knew enough to know that Draco could not be caught with a male lover at this point, especially a Muggle-born one.

"We'll see," Ginny said doubtfully. She looked at her lover. "Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Could we go back to, what did you call that place again?"

"It's called the 'suite of glory' on the map. I understand that kind of hole is called a 'glory hole' by Muggles. And no, we can't. It's too dangerous without lookouts. Why? did you get turned on?"

"I did. Didn't you?"

"Not too much. EEEP!" Ginny had grabbed his crotch.

"Liar."

Harry smiled and stepped back. It took him three tries in two minutes, but he soon had a facsimile of the thin wall between them complete with glory hole. Harry stuck his cock through it.

Even though he usually had his eyes shut when one of the girls was going down on him, he thought this felt both erotic and odd. He decided this was because he wasn't being touched anywhere other than his cock. It was as if it was almost separate from his body, and all feelings were concentrated there.

Then, as Ginny deep-throated him and started her throat swallowing against his cock, Harry stopped thinking. Ginny pulled back, and in less than thirty seconds more, he was shooting off in her mouth.

They both admitted it had been a successful experiment for all concerned.

*

Harry and his friends and lovers had debated long where they would be spending their winter break. Sarah would of course be going to the Burrow. The real problem was where Stella would go.

The break would last between December 21 and January 5. In the end, it was decided that Stella would go with Hermione. They would floo to the Burrow late Christmas morning. The Weasleys were hosting a huge Christmas dinner. After dinner, Stella would be going with Remus and Tonks back to Headquarters. Stella and Hermione would be returning to Ottery St. Catchpole New Year's Eve, and they would be returning to Hogwarts with Luna and the Weasleys.

Besides getting ready for the end of term exams, the DA sessions, and other matters, Stella and Ginny also had to oversee three more get-togethers between Draco and Colin in the Glory Rooms. The night before all of them (except for Draco, who was staying at Hogwarts to avoid being called by Voldemort) left, Stella gave in to both the boys' pleadings and got them together for a personal meeting.

Ginny and Stella still had to escort them, since they wanted to make certain that no one suspected that these two were anything but very casual and not-friendly acquaintances. Stella had found a pair of rooms off the beaten-track. She conjured a large mattress and a pile of towels for the two boys in the inner room, and left a small tube of lubricant, explaining its uses, if it was needed. She also conjured a basin of water and some flannels, and cast a warming charm on the water.

"Any questions?"

Both blonds flushed. "What's wrong?" Ginny asked.

"I've only, well, I've never. . . ." Colin bleated.

Draco refused to say anything, but looked at the ceiling.

"You've never had any real contact with a boy, other than the Glory Room, right?" Stella asked Draco.

"Just some snogging," Draco said. He had had, of course, those contacts with prostitutes, but that was it, other than groping Pansy a few times.

"And you've only done oral sex," Stella said to Colin, who nodded.

"May I talk with you?" Ginny asked Stella.

"Sure." They went to the outer room.

Ginny knelt on the floor. Seeing this, Stella put up privacy wards.

"I ask if I might stay and offer guidance," Ginny requested. "This may test my bonds, but I will always be bonded to you."

"You have had doubts about permanent pair-bonding with Harry, haven't you?"

"To tell the truth, that’s not quite it. Remember, Harry wouldn’t just be bonding with me. While I enjoy making love with Luna and Hermione. . . ."

"And Sarah," Stella pointed out. Sarah and Ginny often slept together, and certainly snogged and fondled each other.

"Not like with Hermione and especially Luna," Ginny admitted, "but yes. I just feel like I need either total attention from one person, or from a number of them."

Stella whispered, "Unless you formally modify or reject our Consideration bonding, you can't take either of them inside you, until Harry takes your virginity a year and a half from now. You can't eat their cum until then, either, unless you want to puke your guts out, and touching any would likely cause a rash."

Ginny nodded. "I know."

"Then go on in, if they need any coaching. I'll wait out here with the Map." Stella kissed Ginny, and Ginny nervously went inside.

Draco and Colin were still nervously looking at each other.

"What?" Ginny teased, "do I need to coach you two how to kiss?"

"I thought Stella. . . ." Colin started.

"No, this is better," Draco said. "You have a crush on Stella, and she would distract you."

"And you don't?" Colin challenged.

"Not as much as you do, and I. . . ." Draco frowned at his lack of control.

"And you're attracted to me?" Ginny said, surprised.

"Yes," Draco said.

"Thank you, Draco. I won't tell Ron," she teased. As Draco frowned, she said, "Come on, you two. Kiss. I won't look."

"I don't mind if you look," Colin muttered.

"I wouldn't mind, either," Draco mumbled.

"Ah, a pair of exhibitionists," Ginny said. "Just a minute." She called Stella in to conjure a comfortable chair. When Stella left, Ginny commanded, "Strip, you two."

The two boys jumped to comply. They were eyeing each other so much that they were shocked to see that Ginny had stripped as well. "You two lay on the mattress and kiss," Ginny commanded. She straddled the chair, her legs spread wide. Both boys' eyes bugged out at the sight of her hairless pussy. She was very excited, so her clit was erect and her labia had spread into that perfect pink butterfly that her lovers so adored. "While you kiss, I'll please myself. So get started."

The two boys knelt on the mattress, and with some hesitations, they leaned together and kissed, tentatively at first, then deeply and passionately.

Ginny liked what she saw. Colin was short, about 5 foot 4, and slightly soft and effeminate. His wavy dark blond hair was long. His cock was small, but very hard. Draco was taller, some 5 foot 8. He was lean, and he had taken to having his hair cut short to look less like his father.

Soon, the pair was laying on the mattress, kissing deeply and passionately all over their faces and necks. They didn't notice Ginny shuddering from a small orgasm.

When she calmed down, she went over to the mattress. "Who wants to be first?" she asked.

"Do you want me to fuck you at all?" Colin asked, "or would you rather just fuck me?"

"I'd like you to fuck me, but not tonight," Draco said lustfully.

Ginny quickly explained the three basic positions for anal sex, and encouraged them to try the side-by-side position. Soon Draco was sucking on Colin's little hard nipples, with a finger up Colin's arse. Colin was moaning, and Draco was getting more and more excited.

Ginny quickly repositioned the pair. She greased up Draco's cock and placed it against Colin's clenched arse. "Relax, or it won't work," Ginny warned. "Here, let me move your hips." With that, Draco's cock slipped into Colin's rectum.

Both boys moaned in pleasure. Draco quickly started pumping. Draco's moans got louder as Ginny slipped her finger up into Draco, and she started massaging his prostate.

Draco screamed as he slammed into Colin's arse. Ginny reached over, and had Colin shooting all over in seconds. She kissed both boys, cleaned up, and let the two boys cool down by joining Stella in the other room.

Fifteen minutes later, they all left.