CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE MATRONS
TUESDAY, JUNE 25, 2006. Potter Manor.
Harry, Hermione and Remus spent the next couple of hours visiting with the projections of his parents and grandparents. Harry learned that this special pensieve was made just for that purpose and was made just before his parents were sent off to Godric's Hollow. His grandfather did not trust Dumbledore and was concerned that the move would one day bode ill for his family. James had agreed in principal and managed to convince a reluctant Lily to participate. Harry's grandparents had made it a point to update their projections each year after Harry's parents' murder just in case one or the both of them passed away before they found him.
The other point to the pensieve was to allow Harry's Grandfather to "train" Harry as he was the new Lord Potter. This would entail teaching him the secrets of the Manor, his role in the Wizengamot and other things that are not taught anywhere else. Harry agreed to add almost daily visits to the Pensive for him and Hermione to learn the ins and outs of his heritage.
Eventually, the real humans felt the need for sustenance and bade the projection farewell for the time being. Remus left the Manor for the house he now occupied some miles away. Harry and Hermione dined with Tonks. They discussed summoning the other two concubines that evening. Tonks thought it was prudent, but asked permission to leave the Manor as she had been invited to visit with her parents. She agreed to await the arrival of the other two women and escort them to the Library before leaving for the evening and much of the next day. She cheekily confessed that she was going to miss her Harry shag.
After dinner, she explained to Harry exactly how to summon the two women. He touched their stone with his wand tip and said either "To me," which would bring the woman to wherever he was or "To the Manor" which would bring them to the Conservatory on the Ground Floor. It was agreed that they would try the latter for now. Hermione stated that she needed to change and left for a time before returning in a silk robe and slippers. She told Harry that he should probably bond with Mallory first. Then he could bond Mallory to the Potter line by having a good time with Hermione. Harry would then bond with "MGM" and use Mallory to bond her to the Black line. With the plan in place, Harry activated his ring.
Healer Mallory Grant had just returned to her London flat after a particularly long shift at St. Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies. All she wanted to do now was soak in a bath for ages and then get some sleep. Fortunately, she did not have to work the next day so she could sleep late. She was so looking forward to a long night's sleep. To her surprise, she felt the black collar around her neck vibrate. Someone was summoning her.
Her first thought that it had to be Remus. Her Lord and Master was recently reported dead, killed in a desperate fight with Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic itself. No new Lord Black had been named so the sharing her old Master allowed probably remained in effect. She didn't mind. Remus was once good to her.
Her second thought scared her, however. The rumors were already circulating as to who the new Lord Black would be. The prevalent one was a young man named Draco Malfoy. His father was a known Death Eater and it was said he was even worse than his father. Mallory was a Muggle Born witch and knew the attitude those bastards had toward people like her. She hoped this was not her new Master because the best she could hope for from him was a short and unpleasant life. Still, she had to answer the summons. She did her best to put on a brave face as she touched her invisible collar and was immediately transported away.
It had been a long day for the older woman. She sat at her desk going through yet another pile of paperwork. All day, she sifted through reports, lists, invoices, and other documents in need of her attention. It was a tedious yet necessary task. Still, on days like today, she wished her immediate superior took a greater interest in the day-to-day administration. The truth was, he had little or not interest in such mundane chores and left it all in her "capable hands."
Years ago, after a day like today she could look forward to an evening in the arms of her Master. While she was a concubine, her two Masters had always treated her kindly and with affection. With them she had felt loved. After decades as a slave, her only real regret was that she had not been afforded the privilege of children. Her first Master's wife had flat out forbidden it and by the time she passed to his son, it was too late for her.
Her last Master had died almost eight years ago. She knew he had an heir, she actually knew the lad. But it would be at least another year before the young man could hope to inherit his family estate. Besides, she was fifty-three years older than the boy. She doubted he would take any interest in her.
As her mind wandered remembering her times in her first Master's bed, she felt her black collar vibrate. This cannot be possible, she thought. The boy lives with Muggles. He does not know about his heritage or his inheritance and certainly has been forbidden access to knowledge about our culture - especially our slave culture. But the old concubine was being summoned and the slave bond compelled her to comply. She went to her bedchamber and changed her clothes into something more flattering and less boring. She dressed as if she was about to go on a date. She also let her long hair loose from it's normal bun and spent a few minutes brushing it out. She then touched her invisible collar and was gone.
Mallory watched in dread as the familiar sights of her flat disappeared and a new place appeared around her. She was in a huge room, not unlike a lobby of an old and fancy hotel. There were exotic plants all around interspersed with couches, tables and chairs. She knew this was no hotel. It was the residence of whomever had summoned her. It told her one thing: whomever had called was extremely wealthy.
This merely confirmed her worst fears. The new Lord Black was rumored to be Draco Malfoy, the only son of one Lucius Malfoy. The Malfoy's were notorious supporters of You-Know-Who and claimed to be the wealthiest family in Wizarding Britain. Since no one said they were not, their claims were seen as truth and this place she was now in screamed of wealth.
There was a slight breeze and she heard a woman's voice say: "Interesting." The woman was standing not to far behind her and Mallory turned around. Although the taller woman was older than Mallory remembered and the hair was different, far more feminine than Mallory every remembered on this woman, she recognized her. "P-Professor McGonagall?" she asked.
The older witch turned to the younger one. McGonagall recognized her as a former student from years before but could not place a name with the face to save her life. It was almost embarrassing for her has she almost always remembered her students. "Aye," she replied.
"Mallory Grant," the younger witch said. "I did my last two years at Hogwarts, finished in '75. Hufflepuff." McGonagall picked up a slight hint of fear in the younger witch's voice.
"Ah yes!" she said with a genuine smile. "I remember now. Sorry, but it's been so long and, well, I'm not as young as I once was. You wanted to become a Healer, right?"
She could see the younger witch relax just a little. She could also see a sense of pride on her face. "And I did. Board Certified in Obstetrics and Gynecology and I also practice pediatric Healing. I trained at St. Mungo's but got my Certs in the States."
McGonagall nodded. "I always enjoy seeing former students who truly put their talents to good use."
"W-Why are you here?" Mallory asked.
"Probably for the same reason as you," McGonagall replied.
Mallory almost gasped. That meant that McGonagall was also a concubine. She obviously was not a Black concubine. Mallory would have known that. That meant she had to be…
"H-Have you been here before?"
McGonagall nodded. "Until about eight years ago, this was my home." Mallory noted McGonagall was tearing up a little.
"Is this … Is this Malfoy Manor?"
"Goodness no!" McGonagall almost laughed. "I would not be caught dead in that pauper's shack!"
"Then where are we?"
"I cannot say." The concubine bond prevented her from revealing more. The questions were enough to show that Mallory was unaware of the Potter Estate which was one of McGonagall's former Master's secrets. Likewise the bond prevented her from revealing that she was, in fact, a concubine and to whom she was bound.
"Why did you think this might be the Malfoy Estate?" McGonagall asked.
"I cannot say." It was also obvious to Mallory that her former teacher was unaware of the Black Estate or its secrets.
"There you are!" a new voice called cheerfully. The two woman turned to see the new arrival. They both saw a young, well endowed woman with shoulder length light brown hair. They both knew who she was and she them.
"Merlin's Beard!" the new woman exclaimed and then began to giggle.
"Is something funny, Auror Tonks?" McGonagall asked.
"I would say something is, Professor McGonagall," Tonks replied. "Oh I would die to see the expressions on their faces when they see you!"
"What are you talking about, Dora?" Mallory asked.
"You'll see," Tonks giggled again. "I'd like to stay and chat, really I would. But I'm just here to see to it you get to where you need to go. His Lordship has allowed me to leave to visit my folks. Of course, had I known about this - er - development, I would have gone some other time. But I didn't and I did promise Mum and Dad I'd pop 'round and spend time with them. Maybe I can ask for a pensieve memory when I get back?"
"Dora, please? Where are we?"
"You'll see, Mal. Professor? I assume you know your way around this place?"
"It's been several years but I think I can manage."
"Do you remember where the Library is?"
"That I do. My second favorite room in the Manor."
"Hmmm. Well, I think you'll find it's her Ladyship's favorite. Please lead Mal there and have a seat on one of the couches. His Lordship will join you momentarily."
The walk to the Library stunned Mallory. The Manor was more like a palace and larger than any "home" she had ever been to or even imagined. After passing through a few large rooms, all elegant and furnished in a manner that screamed "wealth," they arrived at a large set of double wooden doors that had to be more than twice as tall as she was and intricately carved. McGonagall opened one of the doors and led Mallory into one of the largest libraries she had ever seen. Even here, the solid wood paneling, book cases and furnishings were far more than purely functional.
"Sweet Morgana!" she gasped seeing the countless books and rich appointments of this huge room. Fortunately, there were reading couches near the door and she followed McGonagall over to one of them. The couch faced the door and there were two high backed chairs facing the couch.
"It's said to be the largest in all of Wizarding Britain," McGonagall said. "Its magical collection alone is larger than either Hogwarts or the Ministry itself."
"Goodness," was all Mallory could say in reply.
Harry and Hermione descended what he now thought of as the Grand Stair to the "Public" rooms on the Ground Floor. Harry was dressed in a Polo shirt, a nice pair of trousers and loafers while Hermione wore only a light blue, silk robe and matching slippers. Harry had told her she looked "really hot" in her robe and that he could not wait to get her out of it. But Hermione told him to behave, so Harry did.
They reached the doors to the Library and opened one of them. Sitting on a large, leather couch facing the doors were the two ladies they had come to meet. One of them they recognized instantly. Hermione gasped in surprise while Harry's jaw merely dropped. Then he began to chuckle a little.
"W-what?" Hermione asked.
"Past few days, every time I thought my life could not get any more surreal, it does," Harry admitted. "I have to bond with Professor McGonagall?" It was a rhetorical question. They both knew that he did.
The two ladies now noticed the young couple slowly approaching them. They both knew who Harry was. McGonagall had known him for years as a student and Mallory from all the pictures of him in the press. McGonagall was not surprised it was Harry, after all he was the only person who could possibly lay claim to the title of Lord Potter. McGonagall was more than a little surprised to see Hermione with him dressed in what she knew were a Consort's Robes. Mallory was surprised to see the famous Harry Potter. Everyone believed that Draco Malfoy was destined to be the next Lord Black.
The couple walked up to the couch and Harry looked at Mallory first. "Good evening," he said trying his best to maintain his composure. "You must be Mallory Grant." He extended his hand to her and she took it, surprised at the gentleness she felt in the innocent touch.
"I am," she replied softly.
"Sirius never mentioned you to me before," Harry said. "I was told he was going to introduce us this summer but…"
Harry noticed there were tears in Mallory's eyes.
"He left me several letters regarding things," Harry went on. "You were mentioned prominently. Based upon that had what Dora has told me, you're quite an impressive woman."
"Thank you," Mallory replied.
"In case he didn't tell you, Sirius loved you very much."
"Thank you," was all Mallory could say.
Harry turned to the older witch. "Professor McGonagall? If I didn't know better, I'd say my ancestors pranked me but good!" There was a laugh in his voice.
"Mr. Potter," she replied curtly, trying to maintain her professional demeanor. "Might I ask what is going on? And why is Ms. Granger here?"
"Given your manner of arrival, I think what is going on should be fairly obvious. It's clearly a surprise to me, though. Your initials are 'MGM,' are they not?"
McGonagall nodded.
Harry touched his Potter ring brining the MGM face to the fore and showed it to his Professor. "Just out of curiosity," he said noticing her eyes widen just a little, "what does the 'G' stand for?"
"G-Grace," McGonagall replied.
"Minerva Grace," Harry thought aloud. "That is a nice name, really!"
"Th-thank you, Milord," McGonagall replied with a slight smile breaking her usually stern face.
"I should introduce myself properly," Harry went on. "I am Harry James Potter, Lord Potter and Head of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter by birth and emancipation and Lord Black, Head of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black by law and pursuant to the provisions in the Will of my predecessor in title, Lord Sirius Orion Black."
"I thought Draco Malfoy was to become the next Lord Black," Mallory blurted.
"Disappointed, are we?"
"N-no, Milord. Not at all."
"And what made you think that ferret would be Lord Black?"
"It's the rumor of the day. Everyone thinks it was to be him."
"A rumor he started no doubt," Harry said. "'Fraid he's in for a huge disappointment when the Will is made public in about two weeks. Malfoy has been disinherited. Something to do with being Death Eater spawn, I believe."
McGonagall could not help but chuckle at that. "Sirius said he had big plans for you," she said. "For once he wasn't joking."
Harry nodded. "Which is why you two are here," he went on. "You are both bound concubines, one to the House of Black and the other to the House of Potter."
"And Miss Granger?" McGonagall asked.
"My apologies, Love," Harry said to Hermione kissing her cheek. "Ladies, this is the love of my life, my Consort, Hermione the Lady Potter."
"I didn't even know you two were a couple," McGonagall said stunned.
"That is a recent development," Harry replied. "We began 'dating' about a week ago."
"And you're already bonded?" Mallory asked.
"Little over two days," Harry said with a smile. "We'd been denying our true feelings for one another for years. So once we finally owned up to them…" Harry shrugged.
"Hate to tell you this, you two," McGonagall said, "but everyone has known you two had strong feelings for each other for some time. I wonder who won the pool?"
"Pool?" Hermione asked.
"There's a pool as to when the two of you would stop evading the obvious and get together. Person closest to the date you two finally figured it out wins. I think the pool was up to two hundred Galleons. I figured it would be sometime next year, so…"
"People were betting on that?" Hermione sounded almost insulted.
McGonagall nodded.
"Honestly!" Hermione huffed as she sat in one of the chairs facing the women. Harry took the other one. Hermione looked at Harry questioningly.
"I didn't know about the pool, love," Harry replied. "Had I known, I would probably have bet on either 'tomorrow' or 'never'."
"Why?"
"Tomorrow, because maybe seeing what everyone thought, I would have seen the truth. Never because until you were hit in the Department of Mysteries, I was not going to tell you how I felt for fear of ruining the relationship we did have. It meant that much to me that I would not take any risk to harm it."
"I am glad you told me," Hermione smiled. "I'm not sure I could have told you unless … unless I believed one of us was dying."
"Best impulsive thing I've ever done," Harry laughed. "But enough about us. Mallory? Dora told us a fair bit about you. Specifically, that you were a birthday present and that Sirius shared you with my father and Remus Lupin for some time. Still…how'd you become a concubine and how'd you become Sirius's concubine?"
"I was a Muggle Born," Mallory began. "I was born January 23rd, 1957. My family was fairly comfortable. My Dad was a Doctor and had a good practice. I was the oldest of four children. After me there were my brothers Michael and John and my younger sister Allison. They were magical like me as well."
"I was sold at Auction in July of 1972 when I was fifteen. At the time, I had no idea about any of this. I was sold to a man named Chance Virola, who was one nasty piece of work. My bonding was violent and I was violated in every way by the man that first night. He also gave me a good beating. Nothing too serious, but I was sufficiently battered and bruised that sending me home was not an option. As a result, I've never seen my family since. I spent the rest of that horrid summer with him being gang raped by him and his friends and whored out for money.
"Fortunately, the law required him to send me back to school through my Fifth Year. As I had brothers and sisters in magical school, he could not send me to the same school they were attending. I did my first four years and St. Georges School of Magic near London. I was transferred to Hogwarts for my last three years.
"During the fall term of my sixth year, my first Master fell on hard times. My Christmas Hols were spent on my back, knees or belly as he whored me out in an attempt to pay off his debts. I was servicing at least twenty men per day. It didn't help him a bit as many of my 'customers' were his friends and acquaintances who refused to pay.
"I was sold the following March. I was purchased by Lord Orion Black as a birthday present for his young son who had just turned thirteen. It was a Friday night just after dinner when I was summoned. It was March 18th as I recall. I found myself in a small flat. There was a kitchen, bath living room and two bedrooms. I later learned it was atop Honeydukes in Hogsmeade. The Honeydukes had lived there when they were younger, but as their family outgrew the place, they built a nice house on the edge of town and rented out their old flat. Lord Black was renting it for his son.
"I arrived and there was Lord Black and a boy. He told me he had bought me from my former Master and that he was giving me to the boy as a birthday present. I was to make a man out of him and teach him all about women and sex. He then signed the papers over to his son Sirius and left."
"Where did you live?" Hermione asked.
"During the Hols, with Sirius. At first that was mostly Grimmauld Place, but after his falling out with his Mum the summer after his fifth year it was with James Potter and his family. When I started Healer training, which was before Sirius moved to the Potters, I lived in our flat above Honeydukes.
"After Sirius was sent to Azkaban, the older Potters allowed me to stay on at the estate. They had moved into the Manor when James's Grandfather passed and I was allowed to stay in their old place. I tried. It was too hard. Too many memories.
"In 1983, I took a job at a magical hospital in the States and left Britain. I then decided to get a Muggle degree and became a Muggle Doctor as well. I thought at the time it was for good. In early 1993, I got a strange urge to return. I moved back during the summer, getting a job at St. Mungo's and renting a nice flat in London. A month after I moved back, Sirius escaped from Azkaban.
"He summoned me a day or so after he escaped. He was hiding in a cave, dressed naught in rags. He was emaciated, sick, filthy and stank to high heaven. When I saw it was him, I ran into his arms and snogged him senseless. The cheeky bugger said he was glad to see me too.
"I took him back to the Potter Estate, to the house where he lived until he was sent to prison. I helped him get well and did my best to fatten him up a bit. I wondered how he managed to escape and he told me. Honestly! After all our years together! He never told me he was an animagus. Useful skill that.
"Two weeks after we got back together, for that's how we thought of it, he began going out on his 'missions.' I worried for him, but he always told me what he was doing and why and I agreed it was more important than a lot of things. He had three immediate missions and one long term. First and foremost was to locate and look in on his godson. Second was to find his goddaughter, third was to find and capture Peter Pettigrew and prove his innocence, finally was to bring Dumbledore down once and for all. To the best of my ability, I helped him. I knew my way around the child laws and adoption as a pediatric Healer, but I lacked the clout to get my hands on sealed adoption records. I was only able to confirm that your sister had been adopted through Ministry Child Welfare in March of 1982 following a placement in November the previous year."
"So she's being raised as a witch?" Harry asked.
"So it would seem. Where and by whom is another question altogether."
Harry nodded. "So - er - Professor?" He was now looking at McGonagall. "There were some reference materials from my Grandfather that referred to a 'Minnie.' Is that you?"
McGonagall nodded.
"Would you mind if I called you that? In private, of course."
"N-no, Milord."
"Was Great-granddad your first Master?"
McGonagall nodded.
"And you loved him very much, right?"
Another nod.
"And Granddad?"
"I was fond of him. His heart belonged to Sammy, though. Still, he was kind to me always and took me into his bed from time to time when he inherited me. I have no complaints there.
"And my grandmother?"
"She and I were close friends. I'm pretty sure if that was not the case, she would have taken issue with me. She was not the kind of person who would willingly share her husband. She made an exception for me given that I would have had to have been sold."
"Where did you live?"
"Until Charles and Sammy passed, here in the Manor."
"Even after you became a Professor?" Hermione asked in shock.
McGonagall nodded. "Only Dumbledore, Professor Trelawney, Hagrid and Mr. Filtch call the place home year round. Porfessor's Flitwick, Snape, Sinestra and Vector and Madam Pomphrey are there from September first until the Summer Hols. The rest of us have three to four nights a weeks when we can live somewhere else. The Headmaster as a way of getting hold of us if we are needed on our nights off. I moved out of this Manor after your grandparents died. It didn't feel right. But I took a place in Pottersport because I enjoyed the sense of a home. Besides, Dumbledore thinks I have a family - which is sort of true as I am a Potter in all but name."
"And where would you like to live now?"
"With your permission, Milord, here?"
"And you, Mallory?"
Mallory nodded.
"Good. While Hermione is the love of my life, I would like to think that by bonding with me you are part of our family as well. Having never truly had that, I would prefer to have you here than all over the place. Same's true for Dora and any other concubines I acquire."
"Other concubines?" McGonagall asked. "Four women is more than most have."
Harry nodded. He looked over at Hermione. They had planned this earlier and were now going to reveal it to these two women while they still remained unbound.
"There will be twenty probably," Hermione said earning a gasp from each woman, "including me and perhaps another Consort. That's ten per House. Ideally, a Consorts, eight Concubines and a Matron."
"Is there a reason for so many?" Minerva asked.
Harry held up one finger and walked off for a bit. He came back carrying a copy of the Auction Catalog. "Either of you know what this is?"
The two women shook their heads.
"It's this year's concubine auction catalog. A fair few of our friends are in it and Hermione would skin me alive if I left them to their fates."
"You know you would have bought them anyway to spare them such fates, Love," Hermione said.
"Who?" McGonagall asked.
"Seems the Old Man is having a Hogwarts sale," Harr replied. "Hermione here was one of the lots, but as you know by virtue of her bonding with me, she's off the block. Aside from her there's: Katie Bell, Cho Chang and Leanne Tinker, age 17; Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Lavender Brown, Tracey Davis, Parvati and Pamda Patil, and Sally-Anne Perks, age 16; Teresa Murdoch age 14; Cathy Abrams, Eleanor Branstone and Laura Madley age 13; and Laurie Preston, age 12 to name a few."
"Merlin's Beard!" Minerva exclaimed.
"Indeed," Harry said. "Seems the Old Man is strapped for cash."
"And you intend to buy them all?" Mallory asked. "How will that work?"
"Yes, all or at least most," Harry said. "There are two Slytherins on that list and … well I generally don't like Slytherins so I may allow them to rot. As for the rest, we'll work out the logistics later."
"Any reason for the specific number?" Minerva asked.
"Numerology," Hermione said. "Harry is fated to face Voldemort and we need all the magic we can get."
"Fated?"
Harry nodded. "I'll explain later."
Minerva nodded.
"Including Harry, there will be twenty-one members of the combined Houses," Hermione said. "As a odd numbered multiple of seven, that's a magically powerful number."
"I see."
"You two will be Matrons," Hermione continued. "As Matrons, you are both the oldest and most experienced concubines. As such, for your houses and in addition to your other - er - duties, you will act as kind of a House mother to the younger women."
"And what about children?" Mallory asked.
"Sirius asked me to allow you that privilege, Mallory," Harry said. "I am going to extend it to all women who have completed their O.W.L.s for certain. In time, all will be allowed that privilege."
"I'd accept nothing less," Hermione added.
"Y-you would do that f-for me?" Mallory said with a hitch in her voice?
"Sirius had two requests regarding you, Mallory," Harry replied. "The first is that I snog you senseless. You may be older than my Mum would have been, but you're very attractive, so that's something I have no problem with. The second was to let you have children. Again, I have no problem with that request either."
"Th-thank you, Milord."
"The offer extends to you, Minnie," Harry added.
"Which one?" Minerva asked.
"Both."
"B-but I'm too old!"
"For what? Snogging? Sex? Children?"
"Children." There was a hint of sadness in her voice.
"Actually, you might not be," Hermione said. "According to the books I've read on bonding, the formation of a concubine bond shuts down your reproductive cycle. When was the last time you had a period?"
"I was a teenager," Minerva said.
Hermione nodded. "The magic places your ovaries in a form of stasis. While biologically you may be older, once Harry lifts the magic, he lifts the stasis field. You are still a teenager from a reproductive standpoint."
"So Minnie?" Harry asked, "Do you want to have a child?"
The older witch nodded. "I've wanted one for a long time," she sighed.
"Right then," Harry said. "We have to be up early tomorrow so let's get to it.
"Mallory Michelle Grant, I, Harry James Potter, Lord Black and Head of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black, by virtue of my inheritance from my predecessor, Lord Sirius Orion Black, claim you by right as my Concubine in mind, body, heart, soul, and magic, as master to slave, to serve my needs and do my bidding from this day forward until death shall separate you from my House and heirs." There was a brief flash of magic between them.
"Minerva Grace McGonagall, I, Harry James Potter, Lord Potter and Head of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter, by virtue of my inheritance from my predecessor, Lord Charles David Potter, claim you by right as my Concubine in mind, body, heart, soul, and magic, as master to slave, to serve my needs and do my bidding from this day forward until death shall separate you from my House and heirs." There was another brief flash of magic between them.
Harry took off his shoes and socks. "Right then," he commanded, "stand up and step away from the couch."
As he did not direct the order to anyone in particular, both women stood and stepped away. Harry walked over and seemed to inspect them, devouring each with his eyes before taking Mallory into his arms. He kissed her, tentatively at first as if waiting for a response in kind. She responded and he increased the passion as his hands roamed and caressed her body. He was rewarded as she moaned into his mouth and shuddered beneath his touch. Harry noted Mallory's breasts were slightly smaller than Hermione's - he was now thinking of breasts on what he called in his mine 'the Hermione Scale.' When he broke the kiss and released her, she seemed to stagger back a couple of steps.
"Wow!" she said as she caught her breath.
Harry smiled at her and winked before moving over to McGonagall. He pulled her into an embrace and began kissing her much in the same way he had just kissed Mallory, exploring the older witch's body with his gentle caresses and being rewarded with moans of pleasure as he found particularly sensitive spots that, naturally, garnered more attention. Her breasts were noticeably smaller than Hermione's, but not too small in Harry's mind. Mouth sized morsels, he thought as he rubbed her hardening nipples. She too was breathless when he finished kissing her.
He stepped back and looked at each of the older women and could see what had to be desire in their eyes. "Strip," he commanded. Harry watched with increasing excitement as each of the women took off their clothes before him. They each first stripped down to their undergarments. Minerva was in plain, cotton bra and knickers while Mallory was wearing a sexy red silk set, or so it appeared. Not that Harry had much time to admire them as they too were soon discarded and the two women stood naked before him. Harry could tell they were both very aroused from their obviously hard nipples to their scent. McGonagall was shaved bare, Mallory however was not. Harry asked Hermione to fix that oversight and she too was soon hairless below the neck.
Harry walked around each of them, admiring their surprisingly young looking bodies with both his eyes and hands before deciding to start in on the real fun with Mallory. Standing behind her, he began kissing her neck and fondling her breasts before slowly working his right hand down between her legs and into her sex. She moaned in anticipation and gasped with pleasure as he entered her.
"Tell me when you cum," Harry whispered.
"Y-y-yes M-milord," she stuttered back, her breathing already ragged from her increasing pleasure. It was not long before her moans of passion and pleasure were filling the library, urging Harry on. "S-s-soon!" she moaned.
Harry placed his mouth next to her each and whispered to the rapidly climaxing woman: "I, your Lord Black grant you, my bound Concubine, permission to bear my children."
There was a brief flash of magic and Mallory moaned with joy and ecstasy "I'm coming!" before her legs gave out and she slowly collapsed into Harry as he gently brought her to the floor. He gave the breathless witch a kiss before turning his attention to Minerva.
Watching Harry pleasure her favorite professor was a huge turn on for Hermione. As Minerva's pleasure grew and she moaned and gasped under Harry's attentions, Hermione was beginning to squirm on her seat. She knew she would not be able to last until the bonding was over. She knew she would probably have not choice but to finish herself if her excitement kept going up as it had been. She heard Harry grant Minerva permission to have children and Minerva's near screams of ecstasy almost drove her over the edge as well. Minerva was soon seated on the couch catching her breath.
To Hermione's surprise, Harry walked over to her, still dressed. "Your turn, Love," he whispered. She leapt out of her seat and into his arms and gave him a kiss that told him about her state of desire and arousal.
"How did you know?" she asked him in a whisper as he undid her robes.
"I could sense it, I think," he said as she was now as naked as the other two women. Soon, Harry's fingers were working their magic on her. She was facing the two women and trying to watch them watch her being pleasured, but it was hard to keep her eyes open for any length of time. It did not take Harry long to send her over the edge into a mind blowing, knee buckling orgasm. Harry helped her back to her seat.
Hermione watched as she caught her breath as Harry then stepped over to Mallory and faced her.
"Blow job," he commanded. She nodded and knelt down before her Master and began undoing his trousers.
"Oh my," Mallory gasped as she lowered Harry's boxers and saw his erection for the first time.
"Seems to be a Potter legacy," Minerva giggled.
Harry gave her a questioning look as he felt the now familiar sensation of a woman's mouth around his cock.
"Your grandfather and great-grandfather were well endowed as well," Minerva explained.
Having spend the better part of half an hour arousing and pleasuring three women without a release of his own, it did not take Harry long to finish. He came hard into Mallory's mouth which had expertly pleasured his eager cock. As soon as he felt he was spent for the moment, he directed Mallory to sit on the couch and spread her legs. He knelt between them and began working her again, this time suckling her breasts as if committing them to memory with his tongue before he slid down her body to taste and pleasure her sex. As he had before, when he finally entered her he concentrated on exploring all of her as deeply as he could with his tongue. She was now thrusting into his face and it was not long before he knew she was coming.
Leaving a very surprised, sated and spent pile of witch goo catching her breath on the couch and having regained his full glory in need of more pleasuring, Harry turned to Minerva. "Suck me," he said to her. She was on her knees and in no time was eagerly attacking his cock with her mouth. Harry had to admit, she was very good at sucking cock, or at least very good at sucking his. Once again, his fifteen year old side showed itself and he came within minutes. He soon had her small breasts in his mouth and delighted at her moans and her quivers of pleasure. Having thoroughly dealt with her quite lovely breasts, he was soon working on her sex. She was almost immediate in responding to his efforts, gasping, moaning and thrusting into him. Moments after his tongue seemed to reach the back of her cave, she screamed out from her earth shaking orgasm.
Minerva sat on the couch trying to catch her breath. Harry was ready to fully consummate his bond with either of his new concubines, but he could sense the frustration and desire emanating from his consort. He wondered if she was beginning to sense his desire as well as he walked over to her knelt down and spread her legs apart. What he sensed told him foreplay was not required. She was ready. He obliged and buried his face and tongue into her sex. Eventually, he left her sweaty and gasping for air, but quite satisfied for the time being.
It was now time to consummate the bonds and Harry went to Mallory first. He gently pushed her onto her back on the couch and buried his sword into her scabbard. Whatever concerns Harry may have had about not working her up to it seemed unfounded as she responded eagerly to each and every thrust, begging him to make her come and clearly lost in her mounting pleasure. As Mallory called out during her second orgasms, Harry followed right behind. There was a flash of magic and, as Harry looked at the exhausted yet blissful witch beneath him, he could now see her bacl collar with the silver scripted "B." Mallory was now bound to him.
After a lengthy cuddle while Harry both caught his breath and readied for another shag, he climbed off of Mallory and moved over to Minerva. He gave her a long, slow kiss as he slowly moved her onto her back, spread her legs and entered her. He found she was wet, waiting and at least as eager for him to bury himself inside of her as Mallory had been. What amazed Harry was how sexy the older witch really was. He had been her student for five years and had never looked at her as a sexual being, and yet she most definitely was. As he brought her to heaven, he thought that the fact that she had been his teacher, mentor, head of house at school and so forth really added to the kink factor when it came to shagging her silly. He was able to quickly bring her to a loud orgasm, yet he himself was nowhere near his own. Again, as she came for the second time, Harry unloaded into her. The black collar with the script "P" was now visible to Harry.
Several minutes of kissing and cuddling later, Harry stood up.
"Phase one of the bonding is complete," Harry announced. "Mallory? You are now bound to me and to House Black. Minnie? You are now bound to me and House Potter. You cannot betray me or your House or anyone in your House. Unfortunately, you can still betray the other House. More explicitly, unless doing so betrays me, you can willingly or by force betray the women of the other House. Needless to say, exposing each other as concubines - the one betrayal you can do - is not an option I will tolerate. I can order you not to, and you won't willingly do so. It is the compulsion magic that needs to be stopped. The loyalty bond that binds you to me and your House must also bind you to me and my other House.
"My situation is rare. It's been well over a century I am told since one man was Head of two Houses and even longer since he had more than a couple of women. But the one benefit to having the brightest witch of her age as my Consort is she can research. I can bind you two to both houses."
"How?" Mallory asked.
"Simple. First, you two will watch me shag Hermione senseless." Hermione responded with a squeal of joy. "That will bind you both to her as your lead Consort - at least if and until I find a Black Consort. It will also bind Mallory to House Potter as by ancient sex rite magic, the House Black Concubine can be bound if her Master shags a House Potter Concubine or Consort of equal or higher status. Likewise, once Hermione is good and shagged and Mallory good and bound, I will shag Mallory senseless to further bind Minnie to me. That will complete the bonding and you two will be bound to me and both of my families, unable to betray any by will or by force."
Harry had been spent and limp until now. He focused deep within, called upon his desires and newly recognized metamorph abilities and within five seconds was as ready as he ever had been, drawing a gasp from the two older witches.
"If you have not already figured it out," he said, "I've recently learned I was a latent Metamorphagus. It seems to be a talent with some rather pleasurable side effects." He then turned to Hermione. "Ready love?"
"Take me, Harry," she all but demanded. Who was Harry to deny her anything? He led her over to the large couch, laid her down right next to Mallory, for whom this act was meant so she would be bound both to Hermione and House Potter. After a few minutes of foreplay, Harry did as she asked and entered her. Just as before, Harry brought her to climax twice and climaxed himself when she called his name in ecstasy the second time. Harry did not notice the flash of magic that happened between him, Mallory and Hermione.
Harry was soon sitting on the couch with Hermione cuddled into his left side. He knew it would be a few minutes before he could complete the bonding process with Mallory and Minerva. Truth was, he was tiring a little and needed the time to recover just a bit. While he sat there caressing the love of his life, an idea came to him. He asked Minerva to cuddle up to him on his right side. Once she was comfortably in position, and after giving the two witches embraced in his arms a long, slow kiss each, he asked Mallory to straddle him. She did as asked, knelt over his lap and facing him. He now had all three witches pressing into his body at various points and he was able to kiss and suckle Mallory while caressing the others. Needless to say, he found this extremely erotic and that had the desired effect. It was not long before Mallory was able to take him inside of her and begin to ride him slowly.
Mallory's hands were on his shoulders as she steadied herself and slowly rode him up and down. Both Hermione and Minerva had an arm wrapped around either his shoulder or waist and another across his chest and he had a hand on each of their breasts. There were soft sighs of contentment to either side of him and increasing moans of pleasure from the witch on his lap. Harry thought this was brilliant. A little too brilliant, perhaps, as when Mallory told him she was coming, Harry came as well. Harry did notice the flash of bonding magic this time. He did not say anything yet, but Mallory's collar had changed. Where before it had a silver, scripted "B", it now had a silver, scripted "BP".
Even though the bonding was complete, Harry decided that this last act was so much fun - at least for him - he wanted the other two to play too. As soon as Mallory had caught her breath and seemed thoroughly relaxed, he had her change places with Minerva. As Minerva was straddling him, he noted her collar had changed as well. The "P" was now "PB". Again, it did not take Harry long to recover and he was soon deep inside the older witch, watching the pleasure on her face as she slowly worked her magic with him while he caressed and fondled the two younger witches cuddling on either side of him. Again, when the older witch was clearly climaxing, Harry lost himself into her.
One last time for now, he thought. Once Minerva was calmed down, he asked her to change places with Hermione, whose squeal indicated she was more than ready to pleasure her lover. As she settled onto his lap so that she could kiss him and allow him access to her breasts, Harry again noted her collar had changed. Again, the silver "P" was now "PB" just like Minerva's. With the caresses of three women, it did not take Harry long to recover and soon he was inside Hermione. She was seemingly wild with desire and he watched her as her face contorted as each pleasurable sensation washed over her. It was not long before she was moaning his name and begging him to finish with her, which again he was more than happy to do.
As a very sated Hermione joined the other two witches in a three witch Harry cuddle, Harry allowed his concubines to speak freely. "Furthermore, that is the rule for you two and not the exception."
"Yes Milord," they replied.
"And please? When we are being intimate like this, can you call me Harry at least from time to time?"
"Yes Harry," they replied.
"Harry?" Minerva asked.
Harry turned to his right and looked into Minerva's eyes as she gave him a light kiss on the lips.
"If this were a class on a different kind of wand use," she giggled, "you would definitely be getting top marks from me."
Harry blushed. "Thanks," he said softly.
"Our Harry sure knows how to wield it," Mallory agreed. "You have any idea how lucky a witch you are, Hermione?"
"Yep!" Hermione agreed.
"What surprised me," Minerva said, "is how unabashed Hermione is. I would have never guessed she would make love before an audience."
Hermione giggled a little.
"It's always the smart, quiet ones," Mallory added.
Harry chuckled. "When we first made love, she told me some of her fantasies. She is definitely more - er - imaginative than I was. It seems she really gets turned on when other women watch her and she gets turned on watching as well."
"I do," Hermione admitted. "Even more knowing just how good Harry is and therefore knowing just how wonderful he's making you feel. Honestly, though? Watching Harry with Minerva got me so wet and hot that had I not been next, I would have rubbed one off right there!"
"Really?" the three asked.
"Minerva is my favorite teacher," Hermione admitted. "The whole time I was wondering who was teaching who and whether she was enjoying it as much as I did."
"Harry certainly can make this witch's toes curl," Minerva chuckled. "It's been a long time for me, but I'm certain that maybe only his Great-granddad was better for me and that may have been because I was more his wife and lover than his concubine. Harry can have his way with me anytime."
"Me too," Mallory sighed.
"Good," Hermione said brightly, "that makes it unanimous and it's a good thing too."
"Why?" the other two witches asked.
"Since this bonding session began, Harry's made love six times and is going to be sucked off three times…"
"Three times?" Harry asked.
"If you think I'm not going to suck your wonderful cock before this is over, Mister, your sorely mistaken," Hermione giggled. "Anyway, before you two arrived he shagged Dora and me senseless. Then there was this morning when the three of us woke up. Let's put it this way," she continued as she slid off Harry's lap revealing his renewed erection, "he's more than any one witch can handle and he'll still be able to give me and whomever shares our bed tonight a parting shag before we go to sleep."
As the older two gapped in amazement at this statement, Harry watched as Hermione took him into her mouth.
A/N: RELATIONSHIP SCORECARD:
If you didn't read the Intro, you missed that. This is so you can keep up with who's with who and how.
Lord Harry James Potter, Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, age 15 (born 7/31/80)
Lady Hermione Jane (Granger) Potter, age 16 (9/19/79). Girlfriend/fiancé as of 6/18/96; CONSORT, HOUSE OF POTTER 6/23/96.
Nymphadora (Dora) Tonks, age 21 (7/12/74); Title of Interest to Sirius Black 3/18/74; Concubine By Proxy (Remus Lupon) to Sirius Black 6/20/87; Bound to Sirius Black, 7/22/93; CONCUBINE, HOUSE OF BLACK 6/24/96.
Professor Minerva Grace McGonagall, age 68 (2/17/28); Sold at Auction 7/15/43 to Charlus Potter, bound 7/19/43; Bound to Charles Potter 12/20/78; CONCUBINE HOUSE OF POTTER 6/25/96.
Doctor/Healer (Dr./Hr.) Mallory Michelle Grant, age 39 (1/23/57); Sold at Auction, 7/15/72 to Chance Virola, bound 7/17/72; Sold as gift to Sirius Black 3/18/74; CONCUBINE HOUSE OF BLACK 6/25/96.