Chapter 13: My Life, My RulesChapter TextChapter 12: My Life, My Rules
After a quick apparition trip, and a bit of a longer stop to allow Cammi to finish dry-heaving from the nauseating form of magical travel, they arrived at her flat without much fanfare. The farewell between her and Harry was melancholic, to say the least. Though they'd only been apart a scant few months, it felt like years. The emotional turmoil certainly didn't help things, and after all that they had really only gotten a handful of hours together.
Hours filled with all sorts of fun, both loving and kinky alike, mind you, but few nonetheless.
Eventually, they did part, with Cammi wrapped tightly around him in a fierce hug as she sniffled into the crook of his neck.
"See you soon yeah?" She murmured, voice wobbling the tiniest bit.
Harry squeezed her even tighter and nodded. "Before you know it"
Cammi giggled watery and pulled back to look him in the eyes. Those familiar green orbs of his were downcast and sad, their usual gleam now dulled, yet he still smiled back. With a sigh, Cammi forced herself to perk up, splaying her regular teasing smirk upon her lips.
"Kiss me like you'll miss me?"
And he did- dear god he did.
She couldn't stop the small whimper from escaping her lips as their tongues joined. Heat flushed around her core in seconds, the hormones in her body acting on pure instinct at this point as they revelled in the passion of their lip lock. If Cammi didn't know he needed to return, she very well might have kept Harry there for the remainder of the day, if not for the rest of the school year. As it were, they were very much not alone standing in her apartment. A small cough from Tonks broke up their little moment.
"Sorry love, but this one has a meeting with the Headmaster he needs to get to." Tonks butted in with an apologetic smile.
Cammi sighed and pulled away, placing one last small peck against his lips before she stepped back.
Harry smiled and whispered a quick goodbye. Together, he and Tonks hooked arms and disappeared with a soft ' crack!'
She didn't know how long she stood there, in the middle of her living room staring at the spot where her lover had been just moments before. It was only when her kitchen phone rang was she finally snapped free from her wanderlust-like state.
"Hello?" She said, quickly picking up the ringing receiver. "Oh! Hey 'Ness!" She said recognising the voice of her best friend on the other side "A drink? You know what?" Cammi asked, looking towards the spot Harry had been a few minutes prior. "I'd fucking love a drink!"
After saying goodbye to Tonks outside the castle gates, Harry began his long trek back. The early morning sun was now high in the sky, soon to shift to full midday before long. Though the sky was cloudless, a rare occurrence this close to winter, a brisk chill still hung in the air that would last the remainder of the day.
Harry sighed as he walked along the familiar beaten path. Reaching into his jacket, he pulled free a cigarette and placed it between his lips, lighting the tobacco-filled stick with barely a thought. As he walked, he let his mind wander, mulling over the events of the past day or so as he breathed out a small cloud of smoke into the air.
It had been one surprise after another. Good surprises, of course, he never really got many of those. But with it came a new set of problems. Having Cammi in the know about the Wizarding World… it complicated things to say the least. Part of his mind itched in discomfort at the thought of having his two worlds collide in such a way, but a much bigger part couldn't help but coil uncomfortably in worry. Cammi was supposed to be his escape from it all. His small corner of the world where there was no prophecy- no Voldemort- no Boy-Who-Lived. With Cammi, he was just Harry, a normal bloke who didn't have his own prophesized death looming on the horizon. Yet now Cammi knew everything, not just magic but Voldemort as well- hell even the prophecy, if just the barest details.
Harry flicked some ash from the end of his cigarette and took another drag.
Nothing good could come from Cammi knowing about the prophecy. She'd want to get involved, she was too stubborn to sit on the sidelines after all. But that would only serve to put her in even more danger. If Voldemort or his Death Eaters EVER got wind of her…well, needless to say even with Tonks' training Cammi wouldn't stand a chance.
He reached the castle before long, mind still abuzz with what ifs, though with slightly pink cheeks thanks to the cold. As he approached the entrance hall, a familiar stern-faced figure met his approach, almost forcing Harry to groan in annoyance.
"Good of you to join us Mr. Potter." McGonagall said with a clipped tone. Her face was set in a sharpened frown while her eyes bore into him with authoritative fury. "Come. The Headmaster is waiting and I will not allow you to dally any longer. And throw that disgusting thing out." She finished, eyeing his cigarette in distaste before turning around to lead him inside.
Harry scoffed quietly and rolled his eyes, taking one last puff from his cigarette before flicking it away. The but burned to ashes before it hit the ground, courtesy of a small pulse of wandless magic.
Following McGonagall, he was soon led to the gargoyle statue standing watch over the Headmaster's office. McGonagall stepped forward, clearing her throat before speaking.
"Acid Pop." She spoke clearly. At once the stone gargoyle stepped aside, allowing the Transfiguration Professor access. "Wait here Mr. Potter." McGonagall ordered with a quick glance over her shoulder.
Harry slumped against the wall and nodded, watching as the deputy headmistress stepped up the staircase and into Dumbledore's office.
"Bloody figures…" He muttered to himself, taking out yet another cigarette and lighting it without a word. The animated paintings around him grumbled in annoyance at his casual display of rulebreaking but left him be for the most part.
He stood there for some time, not terribly long mind you, but long enough that by the time the gargoyle jumped aside once more, he was already almost done with his smoke. Looking up at the noise, Harry was surprised to be greeted by a stoic-faced blonde beauty instead of the stern one of Professor McGonagall. It took him a moment to recognize the girl who stood before him. From her blonde, almost silver, blonde hair braided perfectly down her back, her crystal blue eyes that shone with an icy coolness, to her pale porcelain skin and plump pink lips, Harry would be an absolute idiot to NOT recognize the ethereal beauty before him. Daphne Greengrass was not a face anyone forgot after all.
"Potter." She said cooly, blue eyes flicking up his form in rapid assessment.
"Greengrass." He greeted back with a nod, taking another puff from his cigarette.
Daphne stared at the lit cylinder in his hands for a moment. The impassive look on her face told him nothing of her true thoughts, only that- if anything- she at least wasn't annoyed by the action. Seemingly making up her mind on who knows what, Daphne stood a bit straighter and looked him directly in the eyes.
"Spare a smoke?"
Harry huffed out a small laugh in surprise. Reaching into his coat, he pulled free his packet of cigarettes and offered them up to the blonde. This earned him his first smile from the blonde. It was small, fleeting really, barely an upturn of the lips, but a smile nonetheless as she took the pack from his hands and retrieved one for herself. As the blonde brought it to her lips, Harry lit the end with a quick snap of his fingers.
"Mmm." Daphne hummed, sucking in a breath of nicotine-filled smoke. "Thanks." She nodded, leaning against the wall a small distance away from him. Not enough to appear rude, but enough to avoid being mistaken as friendly. From this distance though, she was still close enough for Harry to spot the small purpled bruises that marred the pale flesh of her knuckles. He quickly made note of them, before quickly turning his gaze back to the blonde's face.
Daphne was quicker though, catching him before he could fully look away. The blonde cocked an eyebrow at him as if challenging him to mention the bruises. Harry was smart enough to back down though, simply shrugging as he threw away the spent butt of his cigarette.
Daphne hummed in response and said nothing, instead reaching out to hand him back the carton of smokes.
"Keep 'em." He said, holding up his hand. "I brought plenty to last me the rest of the semester. 'Sides-" His eyes flicked down briefly towards the purpled splotches on her knuckles. "-I have a feeling you need 'em more than me anyway."
The Slytherin Ice Queen hesitated for a moment, an unreadable look passing over her features before she nodded. "A kind gesture. Seems you have my thanks again Potter."
Harry waved her off. "Don't mention it Greengrass." She looked at him still, that same unreadable look in her eye still lingering behind her ice-blue irises. For a moment it seemed as if she were going to speak, yet before she could the gargoyle before them jumped aside, allowing both the deputy headmistress and headmaster through.
"Ah Harry my boy." Dumbledore smiled. "I do apologize for the wait, it seems a somewhat urgent matter came to my attention." The old wizard's eyes flicked over to Daphne for a moment causing the blonde witch to scoff. "If you'd come with me now my boy. I feel there are a few things for us to discuss."
Harry pushed himself off the wall with a sigh as the aged wizard retreated back up the stairs.
"See you around Potter." Daphne called after him.
Harry turned, levelling the blonde with a small smirk before winking. "Only if you're lucky Greengrass."
If he had bothered to wait just a moment longer before ascending up the stairs, Harry would have bore witness to the usually stoic witch's facade crack just slightly, enough for a pinkish blush to form over her cheeks. With a small cough, Daphne threw the spent cigarette away and hastily made her way from the hall.
She had something to think about it seemed.
"Sherbet lemon?"
"No thank you sir." Harry responded. Sitting opposite of the aged Headmaster, the raven-haired teen leaned back, forcing himself to stamp down the irritation he felt by merely sitting in the man's presence.
Dumbledore must have sensed his attitude, however, as the usually calm and serene wizard seemed to almost deflate with a tired sigh. "Of course. I suppose it would be best if I simply stated why I wished to see you." At Harry's nod, the headmaster continued "I understand you must be quite displeased with me Harry." Dumbledore began. "The burdens placed upon you are heavy indeed, and I have been very much remiss in my duties as your magical guardian and mentor to alleviate those burdens."
"Remiss?" Harry snorted. "Professor, with all due respect, you've been the bloody cause of a good majority of my burdens!" He exclaimed. "The philosopher's stone, the basilisk!" He stood with a snarl. "The dementors! Sirius's exile! For Merlin's sake, you practically made me compete in one of Magic's most dangerous fucking tournaments! And that's just in the last few years! Should I even mention the Dursleys?!"
Dumbledore nodded, his twinkling eyes having lost much of their lustre as Harry spoke. "I know my boy. I fear I let the worry of Tom and his return blind me to that fact. Perhaps I allowed myself to rationalise my mistakes through the lenses of a greater good- a foolish notion I assure you."
"You can fucking say that again." Harry bit harshly. From behind Dumbledore, Fawkes trilled upon his perch. The magic of a phoenix's song washed over him at once, soothing his frayed nerves and stealing the temper he felt rising in his gut with each second he was in Dumbledore's presence. The swirling magic he hadn't even noticed around him abated as well, leaving the faint smell of cinder and ozone within the room as his anger cooled.
Harry took a breath and turned back to the bearded wizard. "You've taken a lot of my choices away from me over the years, Headmaster. I don't know if I can forgive that and I most certainly will not forget. But-" He began, slumping back down into his chair. "-No matter my feelings towards you, we both know Voldemort is the real threat. So I'll help, but I'm going to do it my way."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Dumbledore nodded with a small smile. Pausing, the headmaster sighed and leaned forward. "I do, however, need to express my concern for your relationship with Miss Lawrence." Before Harry could respond Dumbledore held up his hand and continued. "I will not begrudge your efforts to find happiness, my boy- truly. You more than most deserve to find someone you care for and who in turn cares for you. I simply wish to urge caution when you next visit her. There are eyes everywhere Harry. In Hogsmeade, Diagon, even in this very castle." Lifting his gaze Dumbledore smiled knowingly as his twinkle returned. "Even at the bus stops of Upper Whinging."
Harry peered towards the older man and crossed his arms. "You knew?"
"About your adventures this summer? I did. At least a few, but it is as you say my boy, I have taken away far too many decisions from you. Whether I approved of your actions this summer or not, they were still yours to make." Dumbledore explained. "But please do understand that I would have only ever intervened if you were in real danger. Your safety is paramount my boy."
"And Cammi?" He asked, his face twisted into a look of suspicion.
"As long as Miss Lawrence is…amenable to a few necessary changes to the security of her home, I see no reason why the headmaster of a school should interfere with the relationships of one of their students." Dumbledore smiled. "On that note however…" The aged headmaster's mood shifted somewhat as he sat up just a bit straighter and riffled through a stack of what looked like various brochures upon his desk. Clearing his throat, the bearded wizard levelled Harry with a stern gaze and began to speak in a practised voice. "As I am a member of the faculty here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it is my duty to inform you of certain biological changes your body may be going through."
Harry audibly groaned as Dumbledore slid forward a brochure of two smiling teens with the words 'SEX: HOW TO KEEP IT MAGICAL AND SAFE' emblazoned over the top.
"...you may have noticed hair growing in certain places on your body. Or perhaps you've begun to feel strange new urges around your female peers…"
Harry could only slump back into his chair and cover his face in despair as Dumbledore began to explain the biological process of reproduction, joined in by various transfigured models and diagrams floating in the air…
…It was going to be a long day.
Cammi threw back her 5th shot of the night with barely a grimace. At this point, her tastebuds were far too dulled to even taste the bitter alcohol washing over her tongue. Slamming the glass back down she quickly chased down the tequila with a small dab of salt and a lemon wedge.
"Whoa! Slow down there babes! We've barely been here for an hour!" Vanessa exclaimed.
Cammi waved her friend off and gestured for the bartender to pour another. The older 30-something-year-old waitress instead slid forward a glass of water. "She's right, Cams. You need to pace yourself."
"Ugh! Don't you start too Dacey! I'm celebrating!"
"Honey the only time I've ever seen you drink like this is when you've just dumped some tool of a boyfriend." Dacey replied, pushing the glass even closer towards Cammi.
From beside her, Vanessa snorted into her drink. "She's not wrong love."
Cammi rolled her eyes. "Fuck the both of you! I'll have you know I actually just got back from a night of the raunchiest shagging the likes of which you two cunts have never experienced!"
"Rebound sex doesn't count Cammi." Vanessa said with a roll of her eyes.
"It wasn't rebound sex! I was with Harry for fuck's sake!"
At once the two women's teasing evaporated, Dacey's morphing into an excited smirk and Vanessa's into a look of shock and overwhelming curiosity.
"Oh really?" Dacey cooed. "Mr. Tall, Dark, and downright Delectable? I'd thought the two of you split months ago seeing as how I've seen no hide nor hair of him since the night I caught the two of you shagging in the back storeroom.
Cammi hid her blush behind the glass of water. That night both she and Harry had drank a few too many. She barely remembered their little romp in the storeroom, much less when she tried to convince Dacey to join in only for the bartender to laugh and close the door to give them a bit of privacy to finish.
"Scratch the water Dacey." Vanessa muttered. "Bring the fucking good stuff out."
"You got it love."
As Dacey stepped away to fill their order, Vanessa leaned in close so that only she could hear.
"So I take it you got some answers then?"
"A few." Cammi nodded.
Vanessa hummed to herself and pursed her lips. "And judging by the poorly hidden hickeys on your neck, we…liked these answers?"
"I- You could say that."
Vanessa's look of curiosity and mild suspicion shifted into one of smug justification.
"Well then looks like we are celebrating! Oi Dacey! Where's that fucking bottle?!"
The night passed on with drinks and laughter shared between friends. Through it all, Cammi shared a highly edited version of events with the two women, mentioning nothing of magic, prophecies, or a sexy pink-haired shapeshifter who she planned to 'gift' Harry for Christmas. In the end, it was a very drunk Vanessa who called it a night first. Cammi managed to help her friend into a cab without much difficulty despite her own drunken state. The reddish-blonde woman slurred a goodbye as Cammi settled her into her seat.
"Yeah, yeah goodnight to you too you weirdo." Cammi giggled, placing a small kiss on her friend's forehead. After paying in advance for the fare, Cammi stood and stumbled back towards the bar. The world around her spun, forcing her to grab onto the wall for support as she made her way inside. Nausea soon followed, only redoubling the tattooed woman's effort to pay her tab and then get the fuck home as fast as she could.
"Whoa!" She slurred as she nearly bowled over a young couple walking out into the night. Before she could, however, a hand suddenly appeared, wrapping roughly around her wrist and pulling her out of the way. The sight she was met with was of a tall blonde man with a chiselled jaw and green eyes that stared leerily down her shirt. A cocky smirk was splayed across his lips in a way that only made Cammi want to vomit all the more.
"Hey there beautiful. Looks like I saved you." The man chuckled.
Cammi grunted in discomfort and yanked her wrist free from the stranger's grasp, stepping back with a small glare. "I've got it thanks." She bit out. "How 'bout next time you ask before grabbing me like a fucking ape."
The man didn't bat an eye at her venomous tone, his smirk only growing with each word she spoke. "Oh next time? Making plans for our second date already?"
Cammi scoffed and turned to leave. "It'll be a cold day in hell before I even agree to the first arsehole."
Just as she was about to step away, the hand on her wrist returned, its grip even more rough this time.
In an instant, Cammi's brain went into overdrive. Faster than one would think possible in her current state, she rounded on the prat, her fist already swinging in a wide arc and crashing against his face with a meaty ' Thwack!'
"Argh!" He cried pulling back with his hands clutching his now bleeding nose. "Yo-You bitch! You fucking broke my nose!"
Cammi scoffed and adjusted the collar of her denim jacket. "And I told you not to fucking touch me. You should've listened."
The blonde-haired man reared back as if she'd struck him again. His mouth contorted into an ugly grimace as angry veins pulsed in his forehead. The blood pouring down his face only made the visage all the more unpleasant.
His mouth opened to retort just as he stepped forward threateningly, yet before he could so much as take a step, a voice shouted out from the darkened street.
"Oi! Arsehole!"
Before the oaf could turn, twin beams of light slammed into his chest, propelling him backwards into the brick wall of the bar. The man gasped as the air was driven from his lungs, yet his would-be cry was cut short as in moments his entire face was covered in bulbous puss filled boils.
The blonde stranger grunted, hauling himself to his feet on shaky legs. Almost in a daze, he reached up, patting his face in confusion before a panic seemed to set in. At once the drunken idiot screamed as the boils began to burst one by one in what had to be a very painful experience.
Thankfully his screams were cut off by another jet of light slamming into his chest, causing the man to crumple into the ground unconscious.
"Jeez what a wimp. Taken out by a bloody second-year spell." Tonks muttered, appearing from the dark as she stuffed her wand back into its holster. "Alright there Cams? He didn't hurt you did he?"
Cammi shook her head with a scoff. "Please. I've dealt with my fair share of drunken baffoons. What are you doing here?"
Tonks shrugged. "Would you believe me if I said I was just in the neighbourhood?" At Cammi's disbelieving look, the woman chuckled and rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly. "Alright yeah, shite excuse. I just had to be sure ya know? That you wouldn't go blabbing to the media the second we left."
"Yeah because a woman ranting and raving about a hidden world of witches and wizards is always taken seriously." Cammi snorted. The tattooed woman ran a frustrated hand through her hair and sighed. "Look I don't know if you've noticed- but I'm a little drunk right now. So can we discuss all this-" She gestured towards Tonks. "-later?"
Tonks seemed to relax somewhat, her nervous shifting from foot to foot easing as she nodded. "Works for me. We should probably get out of here before the obliviators show up for this one." She said, nodding towards the unconscious man on the ground. "I know a decent spot down the street. Wanna head there for a drink?
Cammi thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. "I think I'd rather just head home thanks." Her words seemed to somewhat make the auror deflate. Cammi couldn't help but sigh internally and bring her hand up to pinch her nose. Oh curse her bleeding heart. Or perhaps curse her attraction to punk rock women. "You can come with if you like. Fancy a nightcap?"
"Well tonight was eventful."
Tonks snorted and dropped onto the cushion beside her. "Just a little." The auror joked, accepting the offered beer with a nod of her head. Turning, Tonk's expression shifted to one of concern as she stared into Cammi's eyes. "You sure you're okay? There's nothing wrong with being a little shaken up after something like that."
Cammi shrugged and took a sip of her own beer. "Like I said, not the first time I've had to deal with handy arseholes. I used to work part-time at this little dive bar down near Sutton back in my Uni days. It was a shithole to tell the truth, filled with all sorts of sleazebags and cunts." She paused to take another sip of her drink. "Mind you most never tried anything other than trying to pinch my arse here and there, but some got brave from time to time. You learn pretty quickly how to defend yourself in a place like that."
Tonks nodded with an impressed look on her face "Well from what I saw you throw a pretty mean right hook. Fucker looked like he about pissed himself after that hit!" The auror laughed.
Cammi laughed as well and nudged the woman with her elbow. "What about whatever the fuck you did with those boils! Made him scream like a little girl!"
They devolved into peels of laughter, giggling over the events of the night as they drank.
One beer soon turned into two. At some point during one of Tonks' more amusing auror stories those two turned into three, then four.
By the time the sixth came about, it was well past midnight and both women were far from sober. At some point, they'd shifted from sitting on the couch to practically lounging across one another on the floor, empty bottles all around them.
"And then Wonder Boy, in his infinite genius, decides he going to bloody OUTFLY A DRAGON!"
"Are you fucking joking?!" Cammi sputtered, laughing in one part humour, another part disbelief.
"No! And what's even more insane- It bloody worked! Flew circles around that beastly and snatched up the egg in record time! Only got a small scratch too!"
"God he's fucking mental." Cammi said with a shake of her head, taking a healthy gulp of her- whatever number they were on- beer.
Tonks snorted and threw her empty bottle to the side. "You can say that again babes. He didn't know me then, but I didn't know whether I wanted to do more, shag him or fucking throttle him!"
Cammi laughed at the woman's enthusiasm, cheeks flushed with mirth and no small amount of alcohol.
"From the past few months of knowing Harry, I'd say that's probably the most natural reaction to his antics!" She replied between giggles.
Tonks smirked at her with a raised brow. "Think so? Or do you really just like thinking about me shagging him."
"Him?" Cammi laughed. "I'm bloody thinking about you shagging me!"
The words left her mouth before she even realized what she was saying. When the realization came, Cammi's eyes went wide as she clamped a hand over her mouth in surprise.
It was too late though. From the way, Tonks's smirk widened and she leaned forward, giving Cammi a plentiful view of her rather stunning amount of cleavage, the metamorph had more than heard what she said.
"Tonks I-"
"-apparently want to shag my brains out? Oh I've got that part!" The pink-haired witch teased. "Not that I mind. I think I made my own feelings towards the subject pretty damn clear this morning."
The memories of Tonks staring down at her with an entranced look of intense arousal on her face while she rapidly pumped Harry to completion all over Cammi's tits came to the forefront of the tattooed vixen's mind. In an instant, her womanhood filled with an intense burning lust, brought on by the memories and something more…
As the metamorph continued to lean forward, more of her generous cleavage spilt free, leaving very little to the imagination of what was left covered.
The memories of the morning shifted, morphing into increasingly erotic and truly divine fantasies featuring her raven-haired lover and the woman before her now.
' A taste wouldn't hurt would it?' A voice purred in her mind, and try as she might, she couldn't deny how very tempting that idea sounded.
It wasn't like she wasn't already planning to convince Tonks into Harry and her bed after all. She pretty much had Christmas planned out entirely, what was one or two more nights of fun added to it? They could certainly explore all sorts of yummy roleplays with the pink-haired bombshell. Plus Cammi was already having a hard enough time being this close to the witch while intoxicated.
She's always been a more…randy drunk, and sitting so close to Tonks- one of the hottest women she's ever had the pleasure of meeting- was having disastrous effects on her libido.
Staring into the auror's eyes, Cammi could feel the smouldering heat in her core rise every so slowly in intensity. Everything, from the scent of Tonks' perfume to the way she bit her lips every so slightly with that teasing smirk of hers- Everything had Cammi on edge. What was even holding her back? Harry certainly wouldn't mind. In fact, he'd more than love the idea of a sexy vixen like Tonks tongue deep in her quim. Even more so if he was allowed to join.
Though that last part wasn't really an option right now, it certainly didn't mean Cammi couldn't make it up to him later. Hell, if Tonks were up for it, she could even snap a few pictures like she had before and mail them to her lover as a sort of surprise.
Yessss, she thought with a smirk, that sounded like a wonderful idea.
"Hmm did you now. Perhaps I need another…demonstration~?" Cammi practically purred as she leaned closer to the pink-haired metamorph.
Tonks's smirk grew, no words leaving her mouth as her eyes steadily glazed over with barely controlled lust.
Even as highly trained as Tonks was, not even she was ready for the speed at which Cammi pounced on her. An entirely unrestrained groan escaped her lips as Cammi pressed a kiss against the side of her neck, holding Tonks tight against her own body as the metamorph pawed desperately at her arse.
The taste of Tonks's lips was entirely too addicting Cammi decided. The pink-haired bombshell was trying to say something between the lust filled kisses Cammi subjected her too, but the words were all drowned out by the rush of blood in Cammi's ears as her arousal only increased. Tonks seemed to give up soon enough thankfully as she felt the witch melt even deeper against her, her own lips moving against Cammi's with equal passion while new moans joined the tattooed vixens in a lustful orchestra that echoed off her living room walls. The hands on her bum delved deeper squeezing and spreading Cammi's round cheeks while the aurors tongue delved between her lips.
By the time one of Tonks's hands trailed lower, finding its way between her legs, the raven-haired woman was already soaking wet.
She didn't know who was the first to move. One second they were sloppily making out atop her couch- and the next they were rushing to her bedroom, stopping nearly half a dozen times along the way to pet, pinch, lick, and suck on various places on each other's body.
Cammi came before they even made it into her bedroom. Tonks had pinned her against the hallway wall with a domineering glean in her multicoloured eyes. With one hand wrapped tightly around Cammi's throat, the other had quickly pushed its way down the front of her pants, hilting two fingers all the way down to the knuckle deep inside Cammi's drenched pussy. Cammi wailed like a wanton slut, whimpering and begging for Tonks to keep going. The metamorph's smirk was what made her come undone, teasing and oh-so sultry as she spoke.
"Mmm, begging already baby? You're such a good little slut~"
Cammi shuddered around Tonks's fingers, her pussy quaking around the rocking digits from the sheer allure of dominance dripping from the witch's voice. Before she knew it they had shifted again, this time with Cammi being pushed to her knees between the metamorph's legs, trailing kisses down her glorious thighs as she removed her jeans.
Cammi didn't hesitate once in her movements as Tonks leered over her, pressing her tongue gently against the woman's clit, finding that she was somehow even wetter than Cammi herself was. Their moans were practically in concert as Cammi set about devouring pink-haired bombshell's delicious quim, alternating between deep, slow licks and light, fast flicks of her tongue. Tonks muttered a stream of praise and winding her fingers into Cammi's raven-black hair.
Almost as soon as she'd brought Tonks to her own orgasm, Cammi found herself being lifted onto the bed, enjoying the surprising show of strength from Tonks in a way that had her cunt throb in excitement.
When Tonks began to lower her head between Cammi's legs, the tattooed seductress had a sudden trill of authority asserted itself, albeit briefly.
"Wait." She said, her voice shaky.
Tonks looked up, the ghost of concern flashing across her features.
"Turn around~" Cammi commanded with a purr.
Tonks smirked, but did as she was bid, reorienting herself to swing a leg over Cammi's face. Cammi, however, was nowhere near patient enough to wait any longer, gripping Tonks's spectacular arse firmly as she raised her face up and buried it into the pink-haired sluts dripping sex
The loud moan of approval from Tonks was muffled by Cammi's own slick folds blocking the witch's mouth.
Cammi considered herself to be fairly lucky that she was fully capable of multiple orgasms, but she was nowhere near as gifted on that front as Tonks. Though she fully believed in her own skills at eating pussy, it seemed to take mere seconds for her to make the metamorph cum again and again. A stark contrast to the woman's otherwise dominant personality.
'Though- oh fuck- I'm not exactly far behind~' Cammi thought as her body began to shake with that oh-so familiar feeling.
Their bodies let loose together, filling the room with their muffled moans of climax and the heavy smell of their sexes gushing with their combined juices.
Tonks turned off of her perch, huffing, as she crawled around to face Cammi. The pink-haired witch wasted no time smashing their lips together for another extremely hard kiss, one that had Cammi whimpering for more. She could taste herself on Tonks's tongue and she knew that surely Tonks could also taste herself as well. An erotic thought that had Cammi's core burning with fire once more.
"I should get going." Tonks whispered against her lips, the eager witch making no move to do so as her hands dove under Cammi's shirt and began to knead her breasts.
Cammi could only gasp in approval and wrap her arms tightly around the woman's neck. " Stay~" She whispered, making Tonks smirk.
The metamorph sat up, and for a moment Cammi thought she'd really leave. Yet that fear was dashed as Tonks reached down and pulled off her worn band shirt with a single tug, freeing her large round breasts.
"Well if you insist~" Tonks giggled, easing back down between Cammi's legs once more.
Cammi moaned out in pleasure, instantly raking her nails through the woman's spiky spink locks. Yet before they could continue their fun, Cammi suddenly recalled her earlier plan with a small gasp.
"Wait! Where's my camera?!"
"Camera?" Tonks asked confused, sitting up and wiping her mouth of Cammi's juices.
Cammi nodded as she quickly reached into her nightstand drawer, throwing aside various sets of lingerie and the odd toy or two.
"Aha!" She exclaimed, pulling free her Polaroid. At Tonks confused look Cammi rolled her eyes and explained "Well it wouldn't be fair to Harry if he didn't know what he missed out on hmm?"
By the way Tonks face contorted into a wide smirk, she was very much in agreement with the idea.
Oh yes, Harry would definitely love his present.
Very much indeed.
Chapter 14: An Unexpected PartnershipChapter TextChapter 13: An Unexpected Partnership
To say things around the castle changed much for Harry after his heart-to-heart with Cammi, and by extension, Dumbledore - would be a gross exaggeration.
Classes continued as normal, students still gossiped, and the witches of Hogwarts were just as enticing as before. The only change Harry could even perceive was the steady growing chill in the air with winter's approach. That and the subtle shift in hunger for more than a few of the castle's inhabitants…
" Oh my~ It's even bigger than Katie described!"
Harry smirked down at the raven-haired Hufflepuff with a smug satisfaction. The Asian witch kneeling before him stared open mouth at his hardened length poised mere inches away from her face. Even in the dimly lit Gryffindor common room, hours after sunset, he could still easily make out the flush look of arousal stinging her cheeks as well as spot the small subtle shifts in her body as she rubbed her thighs together in anticipation.
"I'm glad I could surpass your expectations, then Leanne."
The aforementioned witch snapped her awe-filled gaze up to him, her face cracking into a small smile with part of her bottom lip held tightly by her teeth. "Mmm, you most certainly did!" She hummed lowly, one hand reaching up to wrap around his thick shaft- or at least wrap as much as she could. There was easily an inch and a half that she could not completely encompass with her slender hand. "And to think I let Katie have all the fun first!"
Harry groaned as the raven-haired witch began to stroke him with slow, measured pumps of her hand. "You let Katie?" He asked a bit confused, though to be fair his confusion was mostly tossed aside in favour of the delightful sensations of the older Hufflepuff's hand moving lazily up and down his cock.
Surprisingly, Leanne's face broke out in a small blush, her hand faltering just a moment in its movements before continuing its current pace.
"We…may have made an agreement back in our fourth year…an agreement about… sleeping with you?" She explained with no small hint of embarrassment.
"Oh?" Harry said, intrigued. "And part of this agreement was that Katie got first dibs on sleeping with me then?"
Leanne bit her lip, a small bashful smile now splayed across her lips as her hand began to increase its speed. "Mayyyybe…"
Harry groaned quietly and leaned back against the soft couch where he sat. "And how did you two- fuck!- determine who got to go first?"
Leanne giggled, her earlier embarrassment slowly fading as her own arousal took over with every stroke of his cock. "Now that would be telling! Although…I suppose you could say it involved 'practising' some necessary skills for when we finally worked up the courage to lure you into our bed."
"Skills?" He asked with a barely suppressed gasp as the Asian witch added her other hand to the mix, softly massaging his balls in sync with her strokes.
In lieu of answering, Leanne merely giggled and shot him a suggestive wink. Without warning, the raven-haired witch surged forward, her soft, velvety lips wrapping around his engorged member with a hungry enthusiasm. Immediately, the hot wet feeling of the petite girl's mouth around his cock had Harry groaning out in pleasure. While not the best he's ever had, her quick, rapid movements paired with the almost obsessive enthusiasm with which she swallowed him proved to be an extremely enjoyable experience.
Only twice did she falter. The first time when her excitement overruled her capabilities and she accidentally forced too much of his cock down her throat. With a sharp gag, Leanne was forced to pull away, coughing into her hand while small tears trailed down her porcelain cheeks. The Asian seductress said nothing as she regained her composure, only taking a quick, determined breath before returning to her work. The second time her eager bobbing ceased was when the sound of a door opening and closing echoed down the stairs from the girls' dormitory.
Both she and Harry immediately froze- Leanne with her mouth still very much wrapped around Harry's spit-soaked cock, and Harry with one hand fisting a large bundle of the witch's hair while the other held his wand aloft in preparation as the sound of soft footfalls quickly grew closer.
Thankfully, before either could move to conceal themselves, a familiar voice whispered out from the stairwell.
"Harry?... Leanne?"
Cock still in her mouth, Leanne audibly sighed in relief through her nose before pulling off his length with a slurp.
"In here Katie!" The dark-haired girl whispered back.
The familiar sight of the blonde-haired Gryffindor chaser appeared as she happily bounded into the common room clad only in a pair of pink lace panties and a loose-fitting tank top. Harry's eyes followed the hypnotic jiggle of the blonde's braless tits as she practically skipped over, not even batting an eye at her friend lazily lathering her tongue all along the underside of his shaft.
"Hope I haven't missed too much of the fun!" Katie breathed as she all but threw herself against Harry's side.
Below, Leanne hummed and gave his cock head a quick peck before pulling back. "We were just getting started, actually. Why? Planning on joining in?"
Harry felt his cock unconsciously lurched at the thought of the two older beauties atop him, naked and moaning as one bounced freely on his cock while the other shuddered in pleasure as his tongue flicked between her folds.
Beside him, Katie seemed to consider the proposal for a moment before- disappointingly- shook her head. "Nah, not tonight. Got a charm's exam to take in the morning and knowing this one-" She said, nudging Harry with her elbow. "-I'd be positively knackered come sun-up. 'Sides, it's your turn for a solo ride. I'll just stay for a bit and…watch." The blonde finished with an almost breathless whisper, her eyes locked intently on where Leanne's mouth now bobbed rhythmically up and down his cock.
Leanne giggled, the sound muffled by the thick meaty pole inside her mouth as she stared deeply into her friend's eyes- all the while keeping steady in her movements of sucking Harry's cock.
Harry groaned out as Leanne picked up the pace. On instinct, he pulled Katie closer to him, snugly pressing the blonde into his side with her head on his chest and one hand on the chaser's toned arse. Katie herself was content to allow him to grope and paw at her juicy bum. She was far too enraptured by the sight of one of her best friends' throating his cock with all the enthusiasm of a lust-drunk whore to care. Though- if she had to admit- she did always love when Harry played with her arse like that…
The Asian witch below was moving at a blazing speed now. Where before she used her mouth and hands together to stroke and suck his cock at a steady pace, now the Hufflepuff girl was moving erratically. With both hands on his thighs, Harry watched as Leanne all but threw herself forward, forcing her mouth to take him as deep as possible.
"GLURK GLURK GLURK!"
The rhythmic sound of his cock slamming into the back of the petite witch's throat filled the otherwise quiet room. Tears and spit both coated Leanne's flushed face, dripping down to coat her white sleep shirt and revealing her perky breasts hidden beneath. Harry cursed sharply under his breath as he could feel himself growing steadily closer to an explosive end. With a groan he gripped Katie's bum even tighter, using the supple flesh to ground himself- what little he could- as the excitable witch below fucked him with her face.
"Kinda reminds me of our own time in the shower, remember? When Ginny was spying on us while I let you hammer this big beautiful cock down my throat?" Katie purred against his chest as one of her hands rubbed small circles on his abdomen. "That was fun. We should really do that again sometime." She finished offhandedly.
Harry couldn't respond to her even if he wanted to. He was too close- too close to erupting inside the raven-haired vixen's mouth from her vehement worship of his cock.
"Leanne- !" He began, the word strangled with a gasp.
"Ooo he's close Annie!" Katie said excitedly. Sitting up, the blonde moved quickly down to the floor, sitting mere inches away from her friend. "Let him cum on your face! That'd be fucking hot! "
The Asian witch hummed in acknowledgement, whether agreeing or not was a mystery, only that- if anything- she seemed to only move even faster, throating Harry's cock with loud squelches of her gullet.
In the end, she followed through with Katie's suggestion. At the first sign of his climax via a pulse of his cock, Leanne quickly pulled herself off Harry's length and settled herself in front of it, mouth open and tongue out as she rapidly stroked him to his violent eruption.
The first spurt of cum shot out like a bullet, splashing against the Hufflepuff's chin with a wet 'splat!'. The second and third were far less volatile but no less fast as they rained down atop her forehead and left cheek in twin heavy ropes of sticky white liquid. Over and over again his cock pulsed, releasing more jets of cum until, finally, the girl kneeling before him was positively painted with his warm sticky seed.
Leanne took a moment as his orgasm finished to scoop a glob of cum from her chin and pop it into her mouth, moaning in delight as the warm substance spread over her tongue and down her throat.
"Mmm~ Delightful!" She chirped, eyes still burning with a heavy lust.
From beside her, Katie giggled and leaned forward. "Isn't it?" The two girls leaned together, lips melding together in a sloppy kiss of tongues and cum as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Katie alternated between sucking on Leanne's lips and using her tongue to lick some of Harry's cum from her friend's cheeks, before diving back to Leanne's lips, swapping the cum between them in a kinky liplock.
"Well!" Katie said, pulling back from Leanne and using her finger to scoop the remainder of him cum off her lips. "That was fun! I think I'll head up though. Exam tomorrow and all!" Standing, Katie bid the two farewell with a blown kiss and a wink before ascending back up the girls' dormitory stairs.
It wasn't even moments after the blonde left that Leanne made her move, planting herself firmly on Harry's lap with his cock trapped between her delightfully pert arse cheeks.
"If you liked that, wait until you see what else Katie and I 'practised'!" The Hufflepuff purred, rocking her bum over his cock suggestively.
Harry groaned and reached down to sink his fingers into her lithe backside. "I think I'll need to see one of these little 'practising' sessions soon."
Leanne giggled and lifted herself up, using her hand to push her knickers aside before lining his cock head up with her dripping entrance. "We can make that happen~"
It was two days later that something truly surprising happened.
While it was by no means an effect of his reconciliation with Cammi, it could be inferred that another meeting that happened that day swayed the events of what occurred later…
It was a Wednesday afternoon like any other. History of Magic with Binns had been as eventful as watching paint dry. Ron had been lucky, he hadn't drawn the short straw that day and thus didn't have to sit next to Hermione during the entire two-hour-long class. As such, it was Harry who was forced to stay awake during the ancient ghost's horrid droning of some goblin treaty or another, courtesy of Hermione's elbow digging into his ribs every time his eyes began to droop.
Thankfully, the class ended before long- though only after Harry earned himself a handful of bruises peppered along his side. Their next class, DADA with Snape, wasn't much better. Though it couldn't be said that the greasy-haired professor didn't know his stuff when it came to the dark arts, his actual teaching method was still just as vile as ever.
"Potter!" The crooked nose potioneer barked. "What, pray tell, is the most effective method of fighting a Runespoor?"
Harry internally sighed and looked the scowling man in the eyes with no small amount of irritation. "Most direct spells won't work against its magic-resistant hide. A smart wizard would use the three heads of the serpent to their advantage, either by confusing the heads with misdirection, or other distractions, or by tricking the heads into fighting one another. It's known that most Runespoors despise their right head due to its natural criticism of the other two. This would be the best weakness to exploit in order to detain the snake."
It was one of the benefits of Snape being the new DADA professor. Though the man was still just as poisonous as before, at least now he couldn't dock points from Harry for his lack of knowledge on the subject. Defence was where Harry shined.
"10 points from Gryffindor for being smug Potter!
…That didn't mean the man didn't find other bullshite reasons to take away points.
Sighing, Harry just slumped back in his seat, content to tune the rest of the man's lesson out. Beside him, Hermione gave his shoulder a reassuring pat, though in truth it did little to help his sour mood.
His attempt at peacefully ignoring Snape's droning was not to be, it seemed, as the man stalked to the front of the class and slammed his hand atop his desk with a loud 'bang!'
"Pay attention, dunderheads! I will only be explaining this once!" Snape growled. "It seems my duties outside of the castle will be taking up much of my time for the remainder of the semester, as such, I will not be present for most classes going forward."
There was an excited murmur that broke out among the Gryffindor students and even a handful of the Slytherin at the man's sudden proclamation. It seemed even the man's own students were joyful at the thought of him being gone.
"Quiet!" Snape roared with another pound of his desk. "Though I will not be here does not mean I will allow any of you to slack off! While I am gone, I will be assigning a project for the entire class to complete. Headmaster Dumbledore-" Snape sneered. "-in his infinite wisdom has suggested this project be a team effort in the name of house unity. As such you will each be separated into a team of two." Turning to face the whiteboard, Snape flicked his wand, magically splashing words across the black surface. The words 'TEAMS' and several names appeared, detailing the pairings each of them would be in. "Each team will be assigned one of the Unforgivable Curses at random. You will research your assigned curse- its history, origins, and detail the best way to defend against each one. I expect an essay of at LEAST six feet of parchment from each team and you will be expected to demonstrate your chosen defence when I return before the semester's end! Understood?!" At everyone's nod, the sneering man growled and turned sharply towards his desk. "Well then what are you waiting for? Find your teammate and begin!" Snape ordered, sitting sharply and picking up a quill.
Everyone moved towards the whiteboard, each searching for their name and respective partner. Some students cheered when they saw who their assigned teammate would be, while others groaned or outright cried out in blatant disgust.
"WHAT?! I'm paired up with fucking Malfoy?!" Ron cried with a look of unrepentant horror.
"Weasley! 25 points from Gryffindor for cursing and detention with Filch!" Snape spat from his desk.
Ron grumbled at the man under his breath before turning to find his assigned partner. The blonde in question was staring back at the redhead in equal parts horror and disgust.
"Of all the miserable excuses for wizards, he just had to assign me to the worst of the lot." Malfoy sneered. "I will NOT be doing all the work for you Weasley, so don't expect an easy grade."
"Oh shut it Malfoy!" Ron spat. "Let's just get this over with."
Draco nodded with a barely concealed sneer, both boys walking towards Snape to receive their assigned Unforgivable.
"Looks like I got Parvati. What about you?" Hermione asked, looking towards the board.
Harry hummed and scanned the list of names, finding his quickly. The name next to his caused him to pause in quiet surprise.
"Well this is unexpected." A familiar level voice intoned from behind.
Turning, Harry was met with the frosty blue eyes of Daphne Greengrass staring back at him, a hint of…something glinting behind the crystal blue orbs for just a moment before it was gone. The blonde straightened herself and nodded towards him.
"Well then Potter, shall we?"
Harry couldn't help but smirk back lightly at the blonde. "Lead the way, Greengrass."
"Granger." Daphne acknowledged cooly as they left, leaving the bushy-haired witch to watch them walk away with an air of confusion.
They approached Snape's desk together. The greasy-haired professor was scowling down at the parchment before him as he scratched off the names of each pairing as they were assigned their curse.
"Potter and Greengrass." The man growled, searching through his list for a moment. Harry watched as the man paused, the ghost of a smirk passing over his features before he glanced up towards him. "The Killing Curse."
Of course, that would be it. What else would Snape choose out of the three besides the one that Harry had more than his fair share of experience with? It was a pisspoor attempt to irk him, but Snape was anything if not petty.
In response to the man's smug smirk, Harry simply rolled his eyes and nodded. "Is there anything else sir?"
Snape's smirk morphed into a scowl as he waved them off. "Just get to work."
"He's not very subtle with his barbs is he?" Daphne asked as they walked away.
Harry snorted and shook his head. "When it comes to me? Snape's about as subtle with his feelings as a Hippogriff in a china shop."
Instead of laughing, Daphne raised a brow in vague amusement. "Indeed. Well- shall we start our research now?" She said, gesturing to one of the desks closest.
"How 'bout we first get a schedule together of when we can meet and work on the project? No point in diving into the nitty gritty now with only half an hour of class left." He supplied instead.
Daphne nodded, conceding his point as they sat.
The rest of the class went by faster than expected. Though Daphne was still closed off and reserved towards him, her ever-famous 'Ice Queen' mask held firmly in place, Harry still found the blonde to be quite fun to be around. Even with her mask, her tongue was sharp and witty, constantly making small comments and the occasional joke disguised as an observation about those around them.
In the end, they decided to meet twice a week every Monday and Thursday for two to three hours at a time. When asked where exactly she wanted to meet Daphne had hummed to herself.
"As much as our classmates are fond of unused classrooms and dusty corners of the library, I prefer spaces that offer a greater sense of…comfort."
"Do you have a suggestion for a place like that?" He asked.
"Hmm…one or two. Meet me by the second-floor staircase tomorrow after dinner and I'll show you."
With that, their planning came to an end, and so too did the class itself.
The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully. Aside from Ron's groaning about being paired up with Malfoy, there was no more unpleasantness in the form of boring ghosts and vindictive professors.
It was only after dinner that another interesting occurrence happened.
Hours after dinner, when most students were wandering back to their dorms to settle in for the night, Harry was sitting in the owlery petting Hedwig. The snowy owl preened under his touch, her vain nature always melting against a slow brushing of her feathers.
"Now be sure to hang around for a bit so Cammi can send her reply back." He murmured to the bird.
Hedwig turned her head to face him, the owl giving him a look as if to say 'Obviously, this isn't the first letter I delivered!'
Harry chuckled and leaned over to tie his letter to her leg. "Yeah, yeah. Stupid of me to assume you don't know what you're doing. Fly safe girl."
The snowy owl gave a soft hoot before taking off, quickly flying through the open window and off towards Cammi with Harry's letter in tow. Harry watched her for a while, tracking her path until she disappeared behind the horizon. With a sigh, he stood, slowly making his way from the owlery and back up towards the castle.
By the time he was back within the stone halls, it was nearing the beginning of curfew. Most of the candles lighting the halls had already been snuffed out and the paintings were well on their way to falling into their own slumber for the night. A quiet hung in the air that could only be found after the inhabitants of Hogwarts had turned in. A quiet that Harry experienced many times over the years when sleep would not find him and he'd spend his nights wandering the ancient castle in exploration.
Which is why the sound of whispered voices raised his guard almost instantly.
"...don't like this Draco!" The familiar sound of Pansy Parkinson's shrewd voice met his ears. The sound emanated from what appeared to be an old storage room hidden behind one of the many alcoves found throughout the old castle. Hearing the urgency in the girl's voice paired with Draco's name had Harry's interest piqued. Slowly he crept towards the door, making sure to stick to the shadows and out of any potential lines of sight. The closer he got, the more clearly he could hear the whispered conversation within.
"Did I ask for your feelings on the matter, Pansy?!" Draco's harsh whisper filtered out the door. "Just do as you're told and slip the package into Bell's bag during the next Hogsmeade trip. The compulsions will do the rest!"
"But-" Pansy began hesitantly. "But what if I'm caught? You haven't even told me what's inside the package. Much less WHY I need to slip it into Katie Bell's bag!"
Harry heard Draco make an angry sound akin to that of a disbelieving scoff. "I haven't shared that information with you because you don't need to know! You simply need to do as I tell you like any good future lady of House Malfoy should! Or should I tell my father to reconsider the betrothal agreement?!"
"I- No Draco…" Pansy sighed, sounding almost defeated.
"Good." Draco grunted. "Don't frown, my dear. It's a most unpleasant look for you."
At the blonde ponce's words, the sound of footfalls approaching the door signalled the end of the whispered conversation and the threat of Harry being discovered.
Acting quickly, Harry stepped further into the shadows as he brandished his wand. With a whispered incantation, a disillusionment charm fell over him with the feeling of a cold egg cracking over his head. For good measure, he cast a quick Notice-Me-Not charm over himself as well.
No sooner had the final spell been cast than the cracked door swung open fully, and Draco Malfoy stepped from the dimly lit room. The blonde cast a quick glance around the hall, his eyes roving over Harry but thankfully never stopping as he gave a nod of satisfaction. With a hurried pace, Draco left, walking down the hall and disappearing around a bend soon enough.
Harry breathed out a small sigh of relief as he mulled over the conversation he had just overheard. Whatever the two Slytherins were planning, it seemed as if Pansy wasn't an enthusiastic accomplice to it. Worse yet, was that this unknown plan involved slipping a potentially dangerous package into Katie's bag. A package with, if Draco was to be believed, was enchanted with several compulsions. Not a good sign, and not something he'd allow ANYWHERE near someone he cared for.
As it was, he had two options before him: A) Follow Draco in hopes of discovering more about this mysterious plan, or B) Confront the witch still within the room in front of him and potentially cut the proverbial snake off at the head.
Well- Harry always did prefer the more direct approach.
"Fancy seeing you here Parkinson."
"Wha- Potter?!" The girl cried, whipping around to quickly hide a thin, mysteriously wrapped box behind her.
Harry gave the bewildered girl a smirk and stepped further into the room, the door closing behind him with an echoing 'click!'
"I think you and I should have a chat, yeah?"