Chapter Twenty-Five
Harry managed to make it to breakfast the next day, though he was unsure how he did. Tracey and Daphne were now actually snoring in his quarters. The night had been just exactly what Daphne had predicted, in fact he was fairly sure some of the things they had gotten up to were in fact not legal in some countries. Needless to say he now had a new room in his mental construct labelled 'Halloween, Tracey + Daphne' and he intended to visit it when he was feeling down for some reason. No way on earth would he be feeling down after remembering that night that's for damn sure. He walked to his place on the Gryffindor table to a few glances from the men all somewhat jealous and to some glances from the females that were more along the lines of admiration. It was an odd feeling to be sure to know that the entire hall was fairly sure they
knew what he had gotten up to the night before but it didn't do his reputation any harm, but he wasn't so sure about Tracey and Daphne's reputations. He would deal with that one when he came to it, or if it came to it. He had a feeling that his recent actions had brought him and anyone around him a certain latitude for a short amount of time. That said, if they hadn't he had an entire island he could populate if it came to crunch time.
He slid into place next to Hermione with Ron the other side of the table pointedly ignoring his presence and smiled his greetings as he piled food on to his plate.
"Worked up an appetite Harry," Dean asked with a barely concealed smirk on his face.
"Uh huh," Harry replied with a similar expression on his face. If no one asked him outright he wouldn't answer either.
Dean guffawed slightly into his breakfast causing Hermione to glare at him and then roll her eyes, "Men," she said in just about a breath.
"What would you do without us I wonder," Harry asked her with a grin.
"Well, the world would be an orderly place, and very peaceful," she paused thoughtfully, "yes it would be extremely boring forget I said anything."
It was Harry's turn to laugh, which he did and damn near choked on some bacon in the process. Dean backed away from the table suddenly as Hermione patted Harry on the back bringing them both up short.
Dean grinned at them, "I've noticed that every time Hermione 'helps' you of late I end up falling off of my chair, so I thought I would just cut out the middle man."
"I notice you didn't throw yourself on the floor though, perhaps I can remedy that," Hermione noted with a threatening move towards her wand.
Dean held up his hands with a big smile on his face, "I think I'm fine - thanks for the thought though Hermione."
Harry snorted a laugh and was brought up short when he noticed some commotion at the end of the hall where the teachers where. A ripple of shocked laughter went across the hall and all eyes turned towards the headmaster who was sporting a literal blue beard and appeared to have some birds nesting in it.
Harry nearly choked again and had to admit that Snape was better at this than he had thought he would be. The headmaster actually seemed fairly pleased by the roost in his almost royal blue beard and was trying to coax out one of the finches that had taken up residence there.
"Harry!" Hermione said whacking him on the shoulder.
"What? Hey now how do you think I had time to set anything up exactly. You may not have noticed but I've been a bit busy."
"Hmmm, that is true" she replied wryly, "Very busy and I did notice that neither of your 'guests' are here this morning, so just how did you manage to pull that off?"
"Wasn't me, I swear."
"Who else would dare prank the headmaster of the school, good grief he's actually petting one of the birds." Hermione cut herself off and looked at the mad old coot that masqueraded as their headmaster. "Shouldn't he be angry or something?"
"No one has managed to prank the headmaster since the days of my parents in the school as far as I'm aware, I expect he's been rather bored." Harry said with a big fat grin on his face, "Besides what's the fun of being a headmaster that everyone respects so much they wouldn't and I quote, 'Dare to prank'"
"Hmm, interesting observation," Hermione said with a smile then appeared to totally change track on him, "So we're going to visit the twins today and then you do remember what you promised to me don't you Harry?" the last was said in a tone that Harry had not heard from Hermione before, it was feminine and alluring and Harry liked it a LOT.
"I could never forget something like that Hermione," Harry said his own voice a little deeper than normal.
The two shared a heated gaze for a long moment and then Hermione broke it to look over to the headmaster who was conjuring a bird cage and coaxing his little friends into it. She shook her head at the supposedly venerable mans actions and then went back to her breakfast.
Harry let his gaze sweep the table and came to a sudden and abrupt stop at Ginny. He blinked a few times before looking around to see if anyone else had noticed. It appeared he was the only one which was freaking him out more than a little. Could it be that she had planted the little devil of lust in him even more deeply than he realised or had she really forgotten to change back her school uniform from the sexy version it had been the night before. After a few more looks around and catching Ginny's amused eyes he realised there was some sort of trick going on here and relaxed slightly. It had to be an illusions but when he focused his 'eye sight' to try to make sense of the spell or even see straight through it he had absolutely no luck in doing so.
As soon as breakfast was completed he quickly walked over to Ginny after making a quick excuse to Hermione about changing and telling her to go for smart casual clothing. Though in truth he had no idea exactly where he was taking her or what they would be doing as yet.
"Urh - Gin, a quick word if I may," Harry said pulling Ginny to one side which got him another mean glare from Ron. For once Harry totally ignored the man and instead was totally focused on Ginny.
"Of course Harry," Ginny replied with a feminine smile she allowed herself to be led to a quiet nook of the great hall. "Something the matter," she asked once Harry had constructed a silent space around them.
"Not wrong, per say."
"Then what Harry - don't you like it, you seemed to like my outfit well enough last night after all." Sh told him with a tone that was as sexy as it was teasing.
"Gin, I don't know how you are pulling this spell off but you can't keep it up, or I will be and I may be forced into rash action, because it's obvious not everyone can see that you're taller than normal and that's only the least obvious of the change to your attire."
Ginny smiled at him, "I've got you thinking of me the way I want you to now. What makes you think I want you to regress. That wouldn't do either of us any good and I am sure this outfit had a lot to do with your weakness last night so I'm keeping it on. No one else can see, no one at all. It's immune to most forms of seeing through spells and illusions that I was able to research in the library."
"You did all this last night?"
"Not all of it, but the majority of the spell work yes I did as well as making sure the changes to my uniform were permanent of course." Ginny said and trailed a finger around Harry's jaw, "I was thinking of flashing you on a regular occasion if my kissing plan failed so I cooked up that spell."
"That's bloody brilliant."
"The flashing idea, I thought it was."
"Well, yes, but I actually meant the spell. I think your brothers and I definitely have use for someone with the ability you have at creating spells."
"As pleased as I am to hear you say that, this wasn't an effort to get me recruited." Ginny said with a half pout.
Harry flashed a smile at her and backed away, "Bloody brilliant Gin, it's going to be interesting to see if I can keep my hands off you for the rest of term." He said and with that left her contained within the silent space as he walked off.
Ginny growled slightly, "Could have at least have given me a snog for the effort," she bemoaned. Just then Harry burst back in on her and kissed the heck out of her for a solid twenty seconds and meandered off like he hadn't just kissed the breath out of her body.
-#-
"I hear there will be fencing lessons on Hogwarts curriculum," a familiar voice said from near where Harry was waiting at the entrance to the school.
Harry half turned and was surprised to find that Susan Bones was standing there looking oddly nervous. As conversation starters went it wasn't that bad, as Harry replied, "Yes there will damn that old man to heck."
Susan rose an eyebrow at that proclamation, she was hoping he wasn't in fact talking about the headmaster and one of the most powerful wizards of their time. But then, if anyone could get away with it, it was Harry. "Not happy about that Harry?" she asked, flicking a stray strand of auburn hair over her shoulder and angling her head to the side to look at him semi seriously. She was embarrassed to be talking to Harry she had to admit to a large crush that had only grown since he had saved her magical existence. The fact that her Aunty had contacted her and told her to strike up some sort of 'relationship' with the boy-who-lived was even more pressure that she didn't need. That said if she was going to talk to him she may as well get to know the man behind the power, words and the public image.
She had a feeling she knew why her aunty was suddenly so interested in making her talk to Harry. It was all far too political for her liking quite frankly but it had been part of the reason she had worn such an outrageous costume at the ball. Though she hadn't have worried too much her choice of a slightly saucy looking Helga Hufflepuff hadn't even raised a brow when compared to some of the other costumes that had been on display.
"Not terribly no," Harry said sardonically, "I've been roped into helping with the class."
"Is that a problem you seem to know how to handle your weapon."
Harry rose an eyebrow at the unintended double meaning of that comment and replied, "I may have picked up some skills but I'm in need of training myself and now apparently I'm to be teaching others instead."
"I'm sure you're more than up to the task Harry"
"Thank you Sue, how are you by the way, no after effects I trust?"
"No, I'm well thanks to you Harry. By the way my aunty sends her best regards to you."
Harry half smiled, "That's kind of her, hmmm," he said trailing off and laughing slightly, "She put you up to talking to me didn't she?"
Susan blushed prettily at that and Harry nodded, "She's sneaky what house was she in just as a matter of interest."
"Hufflepuff," Susan replied.
"Hmmm, just goes to show you can't base an opinion on house alone I suppose."
"Why would you want to?"
"Exactly, but she is very sneaky you have to give her that. Tell me what are your aunts aspirations in politics?"
Susan blinked, and half frowned before replying, "Why do you want to know?"
"I like the way she thinks, sort of, and I like the way she was willing to help me so I'm thinking that it would be good to help her with those aspirations if it's in my power to do so."
Susan smiled at him, and then began to talk and was talking without really realising that she was chatting to Harry until finally Hermione came down and brought the conversation to a halt with her arrival.
Harry had stopped mid sentence so Sue knew something was amiss and turned to find out what he was staring at. It didn't take her long to find out as Hermione was standing there with a warm smile on her face and dressed to the nines. Sue had no idea where the other woman had gotten her Muggle looking smart casual clothing from but it was very nice to look at and she had apparently had some help doing her hair as it was much sleeker than usual. The skirt she was wearing was just above the knee and showed some nylon coated legs a smart looking blouse of a light color to compliment her darker coloured skirt and quite high heels adorned her feet.
"Just wow," Harry said and waived a hand down his body to make sure his clothing match which after it looked as if a wind hit it, it did. "I'm thinking of ignoring the twins meeting now."
Hermione smiled at him and nodded to Sue, "Hello Sue, I hope you don't mind if I steal Harry now."
"Of course not," Susan said with a slight smile and then realised she had been talking to Harry heart throb Potter for about an hour. It came as a bit of a shock since apart from the start she had hardly blushed at all.
"As for you Mr Potter, you need to have this meeting and I assure you you're worth the wait."
"I'll make sure of it," Harry said with a flirtatious tone that make the air shimmer with promise for a second. He turned to Sue, "Thanks for the chat and your company and please pass on to your Aunt that I'll be taking great interest in her career now and next time we meet we have much to talk about."
Susan blinked but flashed a slight smile that was as shy as it was strangely alluring. Harry flashed her a smile and a little wink as he held out an arm for Hermione.
Hermione walked to Harry and took the offered arm, "Flirt," she told him in an aside.
"You love it."
"Don't I though."
-#-
The journey to Fred and George was in much less Fan fare than before and the two young Griffindors stepped out of the same alley way, both in wizarding cloaks to cover their Muggle clothing.
"Why did you want to see the twins anyway," Hermione asked as they neared the luminous green shop front.
"Nothing major, just wanted to see how they were doing and give them some ideas for the phones." Harry replied with a slight smile on his face. Hermione knew from that smile alone that the twins would have their work cut out for them shortly. Then Harry continued, "I also wanted to check on the status of the CD resale chain they're trying to set up. I'm hoping that we'll get a lot of this set up just before Christmas to boost the sales throughout Christmas."
Hermione nodded, that seemed sensible to her. They entered the door to find that the weekend crowd was by order of some magnitude more busy than the weekdays and Harry smirked and turned to Hermione, "What's the betting they make enough money at the weekends that it eclipses their weekday sales so much they need not even open those days."
Hermione smiled and nodded her agreement with that and they walked to the main counter of the shop together to see George working the crowd and the till with the flair of a true salesman. He spotted them almost straight away and smiled widely. "Harry," he called out over the slight din the crowd was making and then entire place turned to look at the savoir of the wizarding world.
"I'll get you for that," Harry mouthed to the smirking George as the crowds surged towards Harry with parchment appearing as if by magic in hands and shouts for his autograph.
Hermione was jostled to one side away from the crowd and was watching almost agog as she saw Harry could actually handle a crowd quite well. George, now free from his salesman duties, walked to her side. "He's got the gift, shame he rarely uses it." He noted to who he was coming to think of as Harry's girlfriend, or at least Main Squeeze.
"He does, I wonder where he was hiding that."
"I think he's just gained in confidence this year and that's showing now. It gives me hope that Fred and I will be able to persuade him to head up HGF after all."
Hermione smirked, "Still calling it HGF then?"
George smirked back at her, "Of course, Harry's the main wizard there, he's had most of the ideas and I suspect he'll have many more. He sent us a parchment outlining some of the ideas he has for the company and the main aims for it and - well - wow is all I can say. The wizarding world doesn't stand a chance with hurricane Harry on the loose."
"He didn't tell me about sending you a plan," Hermione said mildly.
"You don't sound upset," George noted with a little surprise.
"Do I really come over so controlling as all that? I'm just happy he's happy, I don't want to control Harry in any way and frankly anyone that does is in for a rude shock and that's just from me, never mind what he does to them. Also, I'm his girlfriend for sure but that doesn't mean I want to limit his options either."
"Ahhh," George said with a slight nod of his head, "Ahh" he said with a more worried look on his face, "If he invokes that old law, and I suspect he will. My sister is going to be at the head of the queue."
"What old law?"
"Someone with his status in the wizarding world is entitled to more than one wife, there's this big ceremony and everything. I can see you being primary and then if she has her way Ginny would sign on in a heartbeat. Tell me, and forget I'm her brother for a second, do you think she's done what she set out to do?"
Hermione blinked away a little of her shock, she wasn't used to the twins, even singularly being so sensible. She then replied, "If you mean does Harry think of her like a sister I would say I don't think he ever did." She paused, "Now tell me more about this old law."
-#-
"So, how goes the CD resale plans?" Harry asked as he slumped into a spare chair in Fred and Georges backroom. It had taken a very long time to free himself from the crowds of well wishers and Autograph getters but he had gotten there in the end. Fred and George had left employee's in charge of the shop itself and joined Harry and Hermione in the backroom for a mini meeting of HGF.
"Very well, we should be able to sell a selection of artists in the next week or so, and we have instructions for the charms on special parchment that helps show through animated diagrams how to do the CD-charm. That we'll sell very cheaply or perhaps even for give away," Fred told him.
Harry nodded, "Good idea because the charm is spreading fast and I happen to know some of the older Purebloods, and by that I mean set in their way, students at Hogwarts are interested in the charm. I taught two last night myself."
Hermione let out a snort of amusement at that.
"I meant I taught them the charm"
"Was that before or after you wore them out?"
"Wore them out?" George said with the beginnings of a smile. He turned to his twin, "Our Harry - I'm so proud."
"He's all grown up," Fred said with a sniff and then a snigger.
"The point is they are old family purebloods and interested in the charm and of course what it plays. So the market is a bit bigger than I thought it was." Harry said with a slight smile and a mild glare at Hermione for starting the twins off.
"That's good news, so we'll give away the charm sheet then. The CD's will go for we think about 3 or 4 galleons and that's a good 2 galleons prophet for us per CD."
"You're kidding!"
Fred shook his head picking up where his twin had left off, "There is quite a large mark up for CD's, that said we were thinking of starting at a few knuts below that as an opening sale anyway."
"Okay I like it, now that's settled where are we putting it?"
"There is an empty shop next door not very big but nor are CD's and can be placed in magical storage easily."
"What about having a shop in Hogsmeade as well?"
"We where thinking the same," George said with a smile, "We'll look at opening that one when though?"
"Hmm, Just after the first one, okay next item the phones I had an idea for an emergency tracking charm. Some of the modern Mobile phones can be 'tracked' I won't go into detail because you wouldn't get what I was saying and frankly I don't know a lot myself. But the idea is that there is a tracking spell on each phone that can be activated. That way if someone goes missing they may be tracked using the phones. The Phone number storage device could keep the security of that information and we'd be the only ones other than the Aurors to know that. I think it would be important to only use that information in the cases of missing children and perhaps missing adults. Using it to track criminals if we absolutely have to. I know that sounds odd but we have to stop somewhere."
Fred turned to his brother and they shared a long look, obviously communicating through secret twin method number two as Hermione just shook her head with a slightly turned on smile on her face. "I love it when you use your mind," she said her voice a bit of a purr.
The twins chuckled at the tone of her voice but carried on 'talking' for a long moment, "We think there are problems inherent in that Harry we really do, but the benefits seem to outweigh the problems. We could end up with a society of watchers and watched if we're not careful."
"That's why we HAVE to secure the information and stick to our guns when it comes to the information being shared with the Aurors. I also think that there should be some sort of notice on the newly sold phones to warn and inform about the charm."
"Well then I think we can do that, truth be told scrying for an item isn't that hard anyway, so having a spell that 'stands out' to a scrying spell isn't hard to do."
Harry nodded then grinned, "Hermione thinks we should add a pleasure spell to the ring tones as well, ring, ring, oh my god, I think she said it should be."
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed as the twins folded up.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Hermione let out a small sigh as Harry's lips caressed the skin on her neck. Their date had been wonderful, a dinner
in Hyde Park and then watching the sun go down over the lake. All the time they were enjoying each others company
with good conversation and better company. She couldn't have imagined a better first date with the man that was,
and had been her best friend. He was so much more than that now though. As evidenced by the fact that he was
kissing her neck. She would've been far too scared to have made this move last year, but now she was lapping up the
attention as if it were her given right. Her hands were flattened against his pectoral muscles, not to push away but
just to feel the rigid muscle there. Her leg curled around one of Harry's which had the side effect of pressing her
lower body harder against him and driving up her skirt.
Tonight, was the night.
They both knew it; it was there in the air of the room that Harry had brought them too. It was a quite different room
than his quarters at Hogwarts. When asked he had only told her that it was somewhere safe, somewhere they
wouldn't be disturbed. The room had an old feel to it, and the dust sheets around did little to deter from that
impression. To Hermione it seemed to be a wonderful place to be with the man that she realised more and more that
she wanted to spend her days with. True, it wasn't the most conventional of relationships. She would be in amongst
a Harem of other girls; she knew that right off of the bat. But there seemed to be more than enough of Harry to go
around and boy when he was focused on one person, namely her, it was all she could do not to moan her throat out.
Harry's hands shifted Hermione's skirt further up her thigh, continuing his slow torture of her, but he was well aware
that it was a torture that she was happy to endure. His lips where trailing fire on her skin and the breath from his
mouth was making her come up in goose bumps wherever it touched.
Hermione let out another sigh as Harry managed to push her skirt up to her waist, and then frowned when he went,
"Huh?"
"What's the matter?" she asked her voice low and throaty.
"Urh - nothing just something urm tricky," Harry said with a hint of amusement in his expression and tone.
"What?"
"Tights, not something I've had to deal with before."
"Really," Hermione asked, her tone slightly annoyed and part curious. Annoyed because he wasn't doing that
wonderful kissing thing to her neck, but curious because most of the girls she knew wore tights, especially during
school term.
"Really, the elder generation in the Wizarding world wears stockings and it must just timing but I've not come across
tights on the younger."
"I can take them off Harry," Hermione said with a roll of her eyes and some amusement showing in her tone as well
now. It was just like a man to be thrown by something so simple.
"Nah, I got it," Harry said and promptly vanished her tights with a negligent wave of his hand. "Much better,
Hermione flesh naked to the eye and more importantly - the touch."
Hermione let out a soft smile as he attached himself back to her and entwined herself around him and held him close
as his hands glide on the naked flesh of her leg and then thigh.
"You've got great legs, just so you know."
"Hmm," Hermione purred.
Harry smiled against the silk of her skin and then captured her lips in a searing kiss straight from the loins; putting
them straight back to the intimacy levels they had attained before the tights had stumped him. He should be
embarrassed by that he was sure, but he wasn't. He felt totally at ease with Hermione, which is not something that he
would normally admit.
"Harry?" Hermione purred out.
"Yes, Hermione"
"Are we alone?"
"In the room, yes, there is no one watching us this time."
"Good, because I don't want my first time to be watched."
Harry smiled against her neck and then pulled her in for another knee knocking kiss.
His hands glided around her body as they kissed sending tendrils of pleasure through her system that she could not
quantify for a change. It was unusual for her to be letting herself go to a feeling like this, normally she analysed
everything to death almost, but she was determined not to do that in this case. She just lapped up all the attention on
her body as if it were her due. She did realise though that she wasn't living up to her end of the affair though and
soon was tugging on his shirt for him to remove it. He did so while still kissing the breath out of her and soon it
fluttered to the floor off to one side.
Slender hands slithered across his muscular chest and stomach as Hermione explored her lover's chest. He felt unreal
to her almost and she couldn't quite believe this was even happening to her. She had not thought of herself as a
sexual creature but with Harry there kissing her for all she was worth and the way that he looked at her she felt sexy
and powerful in a female way. It was intoxicating and she loved it. Now, she had something new to learn as well,
she had to learn what pleased him and what was good for them both and this was one area that she swore to herself to
fully learn to the utmost of her considerable ability for learning something new. Of course it wasn't the sort of thing
you learned from a book, it was better learned by doing and she was more than happy to do her home work when it
felt so damn good.
Harry finally broke off the kiss, just when Hermione was sure he would never stop and smiled at her sexily, though
she was unsure he knew any other way by that point. His hands went to her blouse and eyes begged an answer to an
unspoken question. Her eyes held all the reply that he needed and he began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Then he
tugged the tails of it out of her skirt and parted it over her black lace bra. "Like I said before, a very sexy image," he
noted wryly.
Hermione just looked at him with liquid eyes begging him to touch her, so that's exactly what he did as he caressed
her breasts through the black lace bra and almost seemed to weigh them in his hands. They were a good size, which
he had to admit was a slight shock but then school robes sucked in his humble opinion as they hid so very much from
the eye. It wasn't like she went out of her way to dress provocatively outside of class either but she had a certain heat
that could not be denied despite that. She leaned into his touch enjoying the sensation even while she did a little
happy dance in her head that Harry was touching her in such a way.
She wondered at that point what she was thinking before going after the 'other one' when Harry had been right in
front of her all the time. He was intelligent, he had proved that to her without a shadow of a doubt. The fact he had
so much knowledge in his head meant very little without the sheer brain power to use it. So sue her, but she found
that very sexy. He was loving and kind, and so very sexy that he made her knees knock with a simple kiss. She was
almost worried about what was to come because she doubted that she was going to be able to stand it all. He was so
very much more experienced than her and had, according to the legend in the school now, managed to tire out two
women and still make breakfast. The two girls in question had just smiled demurely when asked about it but the look
in their eyes was answer enough for Hermione.
Harry stepped closer and reached behind her, making her breathing catch in her throat for a moment. He had a
powerful aura and it was something else to be standing so close to him like she was at that moment, almost
intoxicating really. She felt her bra sag and then it was taken off of her and Harry stepped back slightly and cupped
her breasts again.
"Such a man," she joked, "Always about the breasts."
"What can I say, they're fabulous."
Her heart just skipped a beat at that she had to admit. Plus the feeling of his strong hands on her was driving her to
distraction. Her nipples distended into his palms and pressed against his skin and he smiled sexily at her before
stroking the flesh on her breasts and then toying with her nipple further teasing it to hardness and darkening it
significantly.
She was shocked when he ducked his head down and gave her left nipple a long hard suck that forced a gasp out of
her and her knees went weak. She knew her nipples were sensitive but this was something else. Her hand
automatically cupped the back of his head keeping him in place as he teased her with his mouth. Harry's tongue
swirled expertly around her nipple making her moan in delight and breath just that little bit faster.
Then his pulled back and let her fall from his mouth and then just looked at her for a moment, "You are so beautiful I
hope you realise that," he purred to her with a lust laden voice.
Hermione actually managed to blush at him at that moment because it hit her from left field. He'd been with so many
women lately she was sure she probably didn't rank that far, until he had said what he had just said. "Thank you, I'm
fairly impressed myself." Her voice was also heavy with the lust riding in her body and her eyes were hungry.
"I'm worried about a couple of things though," Harry said slowly.
"Go on," Hermione said even as he reached out and started on her skirts zipper. So obviously it wasn't that worrying.
"You'll always be my friend no matter what else won't you?"
Her smile was genuine and touched as she nodded her head and said, "Of course Harry, no matter what."
"The other thing is that I'm worried about hurting you. I don't suppose you know the 'wand trick' do you?"
Hermione laughed even as her skirt flowed to the floor and pooled around her high heeled feet. She stepped out of it
and kicked it to the side while saying, "Of course, I think we women all do."
"That's good then," Harry said with a slightly relieved smile. Then he pulled her tightly against him and whispered
into her ear, "Because I would never want to hurt you my darling Hermione."
Hermione gulped at the passion in his tone and the breath on her neck and placed her arms around him and hugged
him back, "Just be gentle," she asked though her tone belied her words with how needful it was.
They parted and Harry worked his belt so he wasn't so far behind Hermione but she had other ideas on that and was
already pulling down her black lace thong and pulling it off her body via her feet. Then she stood before him
beautifully, wonderfully naked. Her body was quivering slightly from desire for him. He finally managed to wrangle
off his trousers and his boxers followed them.
"I did that," Hermione asked her eyes wide.
"You're kidding right?"
"I'm oh god..." Her breathing was coming in fast pants at that point, "I'm so very - very horny Harry."
Harry pulled her naked form to his and kissed her senseless, his hand gliding down her body to rest on her pert
backside and caressing it lovingly. Her leg came up almost automatically and wrapped around his waist pulling him
close to her and coincidentally their pelvises were pushed hard together as well. The heat was coming off her in
waves by that point, the same heat he had noticed when he had kissed her before. She was probably quite nervous
but at the same time a passionate woman lurked beneath the librarian surface she portrayed to most.
"Take me," she said pulling back to look him in the eye. She pushed a hand between their bodies and lined up his
cock with her pussy and pulled herself upwards into his arms.
Harry turned them around and headed for the nearest wall, he was amazingly strong considering his size but even he
could not shag free standing. He pressed her against the nearest wall; they both ignored the coolness of it and he
pressed forward and upwards slightly.
Hermione's eyes actually crossed and she let out a long drawn out sigh as they became one. "Oooohhh harrrrrry," she
breathed looking him directly in the eye. Her eyes looked a little shocked and her pupils were fully dilated giving her
a very sexy but slightly vulnerable look that was really stoking Harry's fire.
"Are you ready," he asked his voice strained from holding himself back.
"Harry I've never been so ready for anything in my life," she purred at him before leaning forward and kissing him
hungrily.
Harry slowly drew out of her and then pumped back in slowly. Her eyes held a hint of wonder to them as he
continued to pump his pelvis and moved inside of her molten core. Her moans became louder and louder the longer
he continued and the sensations running rampant through her body were honestly beyond her ability to categorise in
any meaningful way. She had pleasured herself often as she had grown into her hormones, but nothing had prepared
her for the 'full' feeling she was experiencing. She could feel every bump on his shaft as he slid into her and her own
vaginal muscles gliding around his girth. It was totally amazing and she swore to herself then and there that she was
going to avail herself of the feeling as often as possible.
Harry was captivated by her eyes as he worked his own particular brand of magic with her. They were, quite
beautiful in ways he couldn't explain as they were joined and held that heat he loved so much about her. She began to
work with him at that point moving her own body in enticing and above all pleasurable ways for them both. Harry
knew from some experience that she was dangerously close; he also knew that he would be able to hold off for some
time to come. That suited him fine; he intended to make it as good as he could for her. She deserved no less after all,
she was special to him in ways no one else was. He pretty much realised that he loved all his girls for their individual
personalities but at the same time Hermione had always been with him and they shared a bond that he didn't share
with anyone else. He wouldn't exactly call it love; it was more of a soul mate thing like they were fated to be
together and not in a romantic sense necessarily. Either way he was going to do his very best for her, nothing else
would do.
"Oh sweet Merlin, Harry," she panted out in an erotically charged stream. "I think I might cum," she told him her
eyes looking quite surprised by that fact.
For some reason hearing Hermione say 'cum' really turned Harry on so he tried harder to make her. His thrusts
became faster and a little harder as she bounced against him her breasts moving in enticing ways as she moved. Her
hair was flying everywhere as he pumped into her at some speed, though still holding back lest he hurt her by
accident.
It seemed he had hit his stride just as she suddenly let out a protracted orgasmic scream and shuddered in his
arms. He didn't let that deter him however, and kept on going making her into a female jelly as he continued to make
love to her and pushing her towards a chain of orgasms that blew her away and for the first time in her life she just
ceased to be able to think a single coherent thought. Instead Hermione was floating on a cloud of pleasure that was
rocking the foundations of her core and making small magical discharges of power crawl through her hair as small
electrical looking lighting bolts. She was actually loosing so much control that she was performing accidental magic
around the place and things were changing shape all around them.
Then finally Harry came too forcibly and let out a roar of his own as he rode the white wave of it shuddering through
it and generally enjoying the sensation while it lasted. In his considered opinion the fact that only women could have
multiple orgasms sucked.
What seemed like an hour later they came back to themselves. Only to find that at some point they had fallen to the
floor with Hermione ending up lying on top of Harry. She looked down at his blessed out expression and smiled
slightly shakily. "Sweet Mauve" she breathed. "Is it always like that."
"It seems to get better all the time," Harry managed to reply chuckling slightly.
-#-
Tracey walked towards Harry where he was sat with his friends just before the nigh time feast was due to get
underway. She had turned up early hoping to catch him as there was something rather important that she needed to
discuss with him. She was beyond worried though as this was a big thing and could very well totally ruin their
friendship, but for that friendship she felt that she had do to it. Ron Weasley was ignoring the fact that Hermione and
Harry seemed to be sat close together even as Harry himself laughed and joked with Dean Thomas who he had
become surprisingly close to that year so far. Ginny Weasley was standing behind Harry with her arm over his
shoulder which also seemed to be driving the male Weasley to distraction and not in a good way.
She walked up to hear Harry laughing and faltered. He seemed to be in such a good mood and this would disrupt that
rather neatly. She wasn't sure she wanted to do that so she started to back up a step when he spotted her. "Tracey,
come and sit down," he said with that damnable charming smile of his.
Tracey walked up and stood next to Ginny Weasley and smiled slightly at him, "Actually Harry," she said in a
resigned voice, "Could I have a quick chat - in private please."
"Of course," Harry said getting up and making his excuses. He fell into step with her as she led him into a nearby
empty classroom. As soon as the door was shut she sealed it with every privacy and locking spell that she could
come up with and turned to look at him with worry in her eyes.
"What's the matter," he asked her softly seeing that she was worried about something and that it was obviously
serious. He leaned on a desk and looked at her with eyes full of patience and understanding which almost made her
want to cry. She straightened her back and readied herself for the fallout of what she was about to tell him.
"Harry do you remember the other night," she asked.
"Do I ever," he said with a sexy glint in his eye which cleared, "Oh no - are you regretting it?"
She smiled softly, "I could never regret that and neither does Daphne, but do you remember you were worried about
hurting Daphne and I told you not to worry."
"The wand trick," Harry said with a semi serious nod.
"Do you remember I said that wasn't it?"
"I do actually now you come to mention it."
"Well there is a reason for that, that wasn't the first time she had penetrative sex."
"This is going in a worrying direction, do you need me to duel someone?"
"No, though that might happen anyway, she wasn't forced or anything it was totally mutual in fact I was the one that
penetrated her."
Now Harry looked totally confused as he had seen everything she had to show and there was no way for her to carry
out that particular act on her own without help and he didn't think she was talking about toys.
"You see, I was poly juiced at the time. Cross gender, but all the same the potion works fine for that."
Harry nodded, it would he knew change the body just fine whatever the gender even with working equipment though
he doubted it was fully working. He would have to ask Severus as he wasn't fully finished going through the mans
memories yet and he still wasn't sure if his download technique was a 100% thing or not. "Go on," he said.
"I was urh - please don't hate me for this, Poly juiced as you."
Harry quirked a slight grin, "Okay a little flattering I suppose, surprised you managed to get a hair from me though to
be honest. But then I know it's possible I managed to get into your dorm using that potion after all."
"I'll want to hear that story later, if you're still talking to me after this."
"I will be don't worry. It's odd, but I can handle it we're friends now after all."
"The thing is Harry, that I didn't get the hair off you. I brought the hair through a contact in the
underground. Someone is selling your hairs on the black market. I only know because of my various contacts there
myself."
Harry went white, then red and then almost purple with anger, "WHAT!"
Tracey paled and backed up a step, "I'm so sorry."
Harry looked at her, "I'm not angry with you," he told her calming his voice and anger down a tad. "I'm angry
because it means someone with access to me is - betraying my trust and selling parts of me to total strangers."
"I know; I figured it was someone in your dorm but I don't know who."
"How much do I go for?"
"100 Galleons a potion," she told him.
Harry pursed his lips, "Got any of that potion left?"
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial, "It's not any good any more but I kept it anyway, then I
figured you'd want it for evidence or something."
"Thank you for bringing this to me Tracey. I'm not mad at you, but I have to go talk to a few people."
"I understand," Tracey said breathing a sigh of relief, "We're really okay?"
Harry nodded at her and then pulled her in for a brief but intense kiss, "That took some bravery to bring to me Tracey
and I appreciate it."
"I could do nothing but once I got to know you, before I thought it was harmless but now I know you I realise some
of the implications."
Harry nodded and then with a wave of his hand dispelled all her spells on the door, "I've got to talk to a few people
but we'll meet up again soon."
"Promise," she asked in a slightly small voice.
"Of course," he said giving her another quick kiss goodbye and then striding out of the room. She sagged against the
desk surprised at how much had ridden on his acceptance of that and forgiving her. He had come to mean a lot to
her, more than she had previously realised.
-#-
Harry strode back into the Great Hall and straight up to the teachers table and made a bee line for
Severus. "Severus," he said by way of greeting and quietly so it didn't spread past the table.
"Yes Harry, what's wrong?"
"I need your help with a potion. Can you trace a potion?"
"I would have thought you would know that you cannot," Severus said with a raised eyebrow.
"I was hoping I was wrong," Harry said, "I'm not sure I get total download or not," he told him seriously.
Snape nodded slightly, "Why what do you need traced. While you can't trace a potion there are some hints as to the
person who made it, or where in some cases. For instance with some potions there is magical residue left over from
the wand that made it, or the stirring sticks."
"Polyjuice," Harry asked.
"Yes, in that case we might be able to trace the ingredients. Boomslang skin for instance has slightly different
properties depending on where it was grown and that can be ascertained from the potion. Why? Is someone here not
who they appear to be?"
"No, but from now on we have to be careful when it comes to me. So we need a security word or something when
talking of something sensitive."
"Someone has gotten a hold of your hairs?"
"And they are selling them on the black market in the form of Polyjuice."
"We need the headmaster in on this conversation and to go somewhere private and secure. This is not good
Harry." Severus said his tone very serious.
"I know, not to mention potentially embarrassing as well."
Snape looked at him a little funny at that but turned his attention to where the headmaster was looking at them with
slight worry in his eyes.
Severus nodded his head to the side and the Headmaster nodded his acceptance. The three of them then made their
way out of the Great Hall and headed towards the headmasters office.
It didn't take them long to get there and none of them spoke the entire way. Such was the Headmasters trust in the
individuals involved and the other two didn't want to say anything until they were secure.
Once they were settled into the office Albus sat in his chair and turned his full twinkling attention to the previously
unlikely pair. "What's the problem," he asked his tone serious. Lately he wasn't used to either of them looking so
severe.
"Someone is selling Harry Polyjuice on the black market." Snape said with no preamble. "I doubt I have to tell you
how deadly this is especially at this point."
"No, indeed you don't."
"Well I don't get it. I know it's an invasion of my privacy but deadly?"
Snape rolled his eyes and replied, "You are already a target, think of just this scenario. If someone wanted to ruin
you all they have to do is Polyjuice themselves and go AK'ing a street full of people. Never mind the fact that people
would let you in on sight to just about anywhere with no quibbles. For instance you could come into the school to the
headmaster's office and immediately kill him looking like that and no one would know before it was too late. Those
are just the two that come off the top of my head. How did you find this out anyway?"
"I talked to someone that purchased some for - urh - fun."
"Then there is another," Severus said with a slight look of distaste on his face, "while transformed if they were to
copulate and complete and if the sperm took a hold..."
"What I could be a father already even when I had nothing to do with it? It's an actual temporary Genetic change?"
"Indeed," Albus said gravely. "The dark rituals that could be held with your offspring alone give me shudders."
Harry was white, shock and rage warring in his body, "What about cross gender?"
"I don't think that would work, magically at least they would still be female." Severus said thoughtfully tapping his
chin with a finger.
Harry relaxed slightly; he wasn't adverse to Tracey or Daphne one day having his children but he doubted they were
ready for that yet and not for a long time.
"This is very serious, just imagine for a moment that it would take a hold and even if they meant not for a dark ritual
they could hold up the baby and claim it was your heir." Dumbledore said tugging on his beard as he thought.
"Fuck," Harry said succinctly.
"Indeed," Albus said, "We need to investigate this and find the culprit as quickly as possible I just pray we are not
already too late."
"I think it's got to be someone close to me and by that I mean physically." Harry said with a thoughtful look on his
face.
"I'd agree, your dorm mates for instance?"
"I hope not," Harry said seriously.
"Let us examine the potion for starters," Snape said holding out his hand.
"You have a sample," Dumbledore said with a slight smile on his face, "That's a good starting point at least."
Harry handed over the small vial that Tracey had given him. "This is all there is," he told them.
"Shame," Severus said taking the vial and holding it to the light and shaking it slightly, "No longer viable to use." He
noted critically, "Not that it matters for our purposes."
"What do I do in the meantime?"
"I'll have a search performed on the quiet by the house elves, of anyone in Gryffindor for starters, starting with your
dorm. It is my understanding that you aren't sleeping there anyway at the moment, I would suggest you carry on that
trend as long as you can assure me you're safe?" Dumbledore asked.
"I am, and still in the castle. Just Adfero me if you need me," Harry informed him with a slight smile.
"Make sure to remove all your belongings, now while everyone is at the feat. I'm sure the house elves would be
happy to give you dinner in the kitchens and I'm sure you know your way there by now."
Harry laughed and nodded his head, "I'll do that now then shall I?"
"Indeed Harry, Severus and I will begin work on the potion and find out what we can straight away. We will get to
the bottom of this don't worry Harry," Albus said with a kindly smile.
Harry got up to go when Severus stopped him, "Capalle asked if you would be willing to follow through on that
promise you made her tonight - I'll let you make the arrangements." He said with a slightly pained smile.
Harry nodded and put a finger to his head and jerked it away and a small dragon flew from his brow and out the
door. "I'll get that out the way ASAP," he told the potions master before making his way out of the door.
"Oh Harry," Snape said, "I believe she wants to do a reciprocal one, just a friendly warning that she won't take no for
an answer and that I'm aware and fine with it." Harry blushed and virtually ran out of the door.
"Do I want to know?" Albus asked with a twinkling smile.
Severus just shook his head with a rueful smile, aware that he was whipped already if he was letting this go
forward. He wanted it over and done with before they were to marry though and he wanted it out of her system and
this seemed like the only way to do it. If it wasn't for the fact that he was so hopelessly in love with her it would
probably break him allowing what he was allowing then again he didn't want her if she kept thinking - what if? He
couldn't live with himself with that going on in the back of his mind so he had written her a very special letting
though she didn't know the full contents of that letter. He was sure that Harry was going to be floored when he read
it, but then he had gotten to know the young man very well during their sessions on working on the clay
solution. They had talked and shared a little and it had been a cathartic time for them both, he wouldn't say they were
friends. That said, he did think that he could trust Harry to do this and for the reasons he stated in his letter to the
young man. In the meantime he was going back to his quarters and taking some dreamless sleep potion after getting
hammered.
-#-
Capalle Zabini walked into the empty Art classroom dressed as she always was in the latest Wizarding pureblood
fashion and saw Harry Potter working on something in the corner of the room almost oblivious to her presence. She
was surprised when she got his message but then she suspected that Severus had passed along that she wanted to get
this done and out of the way.
She cleared her throat and waited for him to react, which he did she could tell as his shoulder's tightened somewhat
and he stopped what he was doing. "Why are we here?" Capalle asked curiously.
"I wanted to talk to you," Harry said. "Before we get going or if we do."
"Ah, I thought you might want to back out." Capalle said reaching into her pocket and pulling out a roll of
parchment. Severus had refused to show it to her and it was secured against prying eyes with several privacy
spells. In all honesty she was worried that he had not done as she had asked.
Harry half turned to her, revealing an amazing sculpture as he did so Capalle's eyes went wide at the sight of it. "I'm
just about done, was about to fix it."
It was of her, full sized and a full nude posed with her brush to a sculpted canvas with a half done imagine of him in
his dragon form on it. It was a work of highly fine art and she wasn't quite sure how he had done it. He had shown
no real artistic talent before that point. He had even said that he had to work from memory in order to be able to
make a sculpture of any sort. She was, however, fully aware that he had not seen her naked. Even when he had
walked in on her and Severus she had been part dressed. She walked over idly handing off the scroll to him as she
passed a critical eye over the sculpture as she did so. She had asked for a nude it was true but this was not the pose
she had in mind when she had requested one. It was then she noticed some things were incorrect. Such as the exact
size of her chest, the musculature of her stomach and other slight differences. Apparently he had managed to get
around the imagination hurdle he had mentioned before when creating these works. This meant that she had a
potentially mind blowing artist on her hands. He was not up to Dean's standards and certainly not to hers, but he had
just begun but with her teachings he could be amazing.
It amused her that he had done this to get out of the promise. Not realising what he had let himself in for from her.
"What the fuck," Harry said reading the scroll/letter with a totally shocked expression on his face. He pulled out his
wand and shot every spell he could think of at the letter to find out if it was fake or not even measuring the magical
signature on it but at the end of the day there was no denying that Severus Snape had written the damn thing. The
things he was talking about though boggled the mind, the things he was asking for went beyond the pale and frankly
Harry was beyond shocked to the core. He looked over to the bent over form of Capalle who was inspecting his work
and then back at the letter then back at her form again. He wanted to, he had no doubt about that and apparently so
did she, but Severus was asking for something beyond a one night stand. It didn't make sense to Harry while at the
same time it did, especially with Severus detailing it in great detail following the thought process. He wasn't
surprised that he hadn't wanted to talk to him directly on this matter, they would both die of embarrassment of that he
was sure. He was curious to know what Capalle thought of this herself though.
"I think you should read this," Harry said holding out the parchment for her to take.
She turned to him with amusement in her eyes but curiosity as well. She took the letter and began to read when it
suddenly changed on her. The writing completely changed from the letter Harry had been reading and it was
addressed to her.
Harry watched her as she read, her eyes moving back and forth across the page for a long while. Her eyes filled with
tears at one point which he did not take as a good sign and at times she looked angry and amused so it was hard to
gauge her exact emotional state at any particular moment in time. Then those beautiful amber eyes cleared of
emotion and she glanced up at the young draconian sat watching her. She then folded the letter and put it away in
her pocket again, "I will have to kill him you understand, but he's not wrong either."
"I had no idea your - fascination went that far," Harry said seriously.
"It does, I'm surprised that Severus realised just how much though. I'm no such thing as in love with you but rampant
lust is quite correct. The question will remain then am I to become a satellite member of your fledgling Harem? Are
you and Severus to share my affections?"
"I really don't know about this at all Capalle, I find myself not wanting to do anything to hurt him. But he's already
told me that it would hurt him more to have you... wondering from afar."
Capalle smiled thinly, "He knows me far too well for my liking or he knows the family rather too well for my liking
at least."
"I'm not sure I follow that, not sure I want to."
"My sister has had rather a lot of husbands, she has loved each and every one of them but somehow she always ends
up becoming bored. I am much the same, but I don't resort to killing them when I become bored."
"Interesting insight," Harry mumbled.
"Her aspirations were always monetary, while mine have always been my art. She doesn't have that, and I would
appreciate it if you keep all this to yourself. I doubt Blaise would like you knowing. He is the only constant male
presence other than my father that she has no desire to kill for their money."
"Remind me to stay the hell away from her," Harry said with a slight smile.
"She would never poach from me," Capalle said with a slight smile.
Harry looked at her, "You want this?"
"This way I will admit I get to have my cake and eat it too," she said with another smile, this one wider than before.
"This is so very strange for me you understand," Harry said seriously. "I know Severus is serious, he made sure of
that, I'm sure you realise as well."
"Actually no, the letter changed for me."
"Oh, interesting..." Harry said having nothing else to say on the matter.
"This will make the night go easier and in a much more fun direction too," Capalle said turning to face the door and
spelling it shut and locked.
Harry's draconian nature was screaming at him at that point. He had a willing female that was all for having sex with
him and frankly he had wanted her as soon as he had laid eyes on her. He had doubts but his nature was sweeping
them under the carpet of morality. "I can't believe I'm contemplating this."
Capalle looked at him with a hooded gaze, "I'll make it more than worth your while Harry."
"Last year I would have done this to get back at him, this year I'm doing it for him... The world is a very strange
place," Harry noted. "What do you think of the sculpture then?"
Capalle waved her wand at it and it turned back into base material, "Shoddy - though I am very interested in how you
have apparently used imagination to fill in the blanks."
"I realised," Harry said with a sigh, "That you can remember a dream."
"So," Capalle said not getting the point.
"A dream is not real, so I brought forward a memory of a dream and made an experimental sculpture. I then reset it
when it worked and imagined you in that pose. I then focused on it for a while committing it to memory and presto
you saw the result. Though I will admit I didn't think it was shoddy."
"My breasts are larger, my stomach flatter and I am shaved."
Harry gulped through a suddenly dry throat.
"Now imagine my on my knees in front of you sucking on your man hood. Hold the thought, take off my clothes in
your mind," Capalle said her tone quite serious so Harry did as he was asked. Despite how strange it was.
"Now fill in every detail. My mouth is wet from where spit has spilled onto my lips; my head is bowed over your
lap. My hands are wrapped around your shaft. Have you got it?"
Harry nodded, painfully hard at the image.
"Now cast," Capalle told him.
Harry did as he was asked and the sculpture formed beside him. He opened his eyes to find Capalle was on her knees
in front of him with those wonderful amber eyes filled with lust looking at him. He looked over at the sculpture and
saw it was perfect in every detail.
"Now animate it," Capalle told him.
Harry half frowned but did as he was asked, "Is this the Wizarding world's idea of porn?"
Capalle smiled slightly and began to unbuckle his belt, then pulled down his fly and finally freed him from his
boxers. She looked to the side and then replicated the statues movement herself.
Harry let out a slow breath as her skilled lips moved around his crown and wondered at the strangeness of his life.