Chapter 17: Parvati & Padma Patil
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Harry Potter sat in his new common room, a smile on his face and a song gently being hummed. He received a summons from the headmaster earlier that morning and when he reached the office he was met with the said headmaster. From there they went to the new rooms for Harry and his ladies.
It was on the 3rd floor, next to the staircase that would be the best route to classes and the great hall. It was behind a painting of the four founders, unfortunately, a non- magical one, and was spelled so only a select group of people could go in. Obviously, he and his ladies were amongst those, as well as a few professors and house elves. He sat in the large cushy chair, looking around the new space with a smile.
It was done in the colors of all four houses, and it seemed the elves and the headmaster went out of their way to make it as comfortable as possible. A couple of large couches, a few cushy chairs, and plenty of space for studying and relaxing. There were two levels, the one he was on had 8 sides and there were 7 rooms and one bathroom. There was a large hearth adorned with the crest of Hogwarts and complete with a crackling, warm fire. There were a few bookcases on the walls between room doors, and then there was a spiral staircase towards the back, replacing one bookcase for its purpose.
The second floor had 10 sides, 8 of which were rooms and two that connected to the same large bathroom. There were no bookcases on that level, but there were a few windows that looked out onto the grounds. Right now it was February, so it looked out onto the snow-covered forest and the flat grounds around the lake and in front of the castle.
Harry was so pleased with this, he even joked with the headmaster that he might never leave. He was currently waiting for his girls, at least the ones in school, for them to arrive and pick up their rooms. The doors had blank plaques, and when they arrived and chose, a simple touch of their wand would signify who the room belonged to.
It wasn't long before the first of his ladies arrived, and he was not surprised to see it was Hermione. She did love arriving at places, old and new, on time. He smiled at her and gave a small chuckle when he realized she was not really.. paying attention to him. She was too enthralled with the room itself. The decorations, the shelves of books, everything. She went over to the nearest bookshelf and gasped when she saw that they were books not from Hogwarts, but from the shelves of the Potter and Black libraries. Hermione let out a soft sigh and went to pluck one from the shelves before she was interrupted by a soft clearing of the throat from behind her. She turned sharply, a spell on her lips before her wand hand was dipped and her lips were taken in a sweet, familiar embrace. She froze for only a moment before melting into the kiss and returning it. She broke after a few moments and blinked.
"Oh… It's you, Harry." She smiled and he gave her another kiss.
"I take it you like the new place?" He smiled and she nodded, taking her away from the shelves as he sat her on one of the couches.
Dobby brought them both tea as they waited for the other girls. Idly chatting with each other while the time went on. It was about half an hour before the next lady showed up, and it was Luna this time.
Hermione went to get a book, one with the Potter crest, and then sat in a large chair. Hunkering down with the large tome and snuggling into the chair, ready for a marathon reading session. Luna spotted Harry immediately and then took into a sweet, lingering kiss.
Smiling and then going to the second level to gaze out the window. Harry blinked softly shaking his head, sitting in his spot still and smiling as more of his girls came in soon after that. The last persons in attendance were the headmaster and the four heads of house. Harry grumbled softly at Snape being in his new Hogwarts dwelling, but he could always lock him out later.
"So, this is what being a celebrity gets you? Just wait, Headmaster, his ego will inflate and the castle will lift off." He snarled as he glared at Harry, but was even sourer in the face when Harry only smiled gently as a response, not rising to the bait.
"Now, now… Severus, behave." The headmaster smiled and then with a soft swish of his wand there was a cushy chair and couch right next to each other. The four heads sitting on the couch while he sat on the other chair.
"I hope everything is to your liking, Mr. Potter-Black?" Harry nodded, smiling softly. "I would assume that this is still to be kept a secret?" Another nod. "Yes.. yes. Though I do believe that next year it will be more open. I am sure your… ladies would rather not hide their affection." Harry smiled and nodded, yet again before talking.
"I quite agree, Headmaster, Thank you for that. We are still part of our appropriate houses though, are we not?" Dumbledore nodded, smiling in the way he did.
"Of course, my boy.. of course. You are all still part of your house, you just live out of it. There is plenty of time to mingle with friends during the day and over the weekends. Now, your head of house has a few rules for these quarters, I trust you will oblige with them?" Harry stroked his chin and sat up straight.
"What are the rules, Prof. McGonagall?" He looked at her and she looked right back at him as she spoke.
"They are simple, Mr. Potter-Black. You are to still abide by the curfew, as are any visitors. The professors are allowed to come and go as needed, but will not intrude if there is no reason." With this, they both glanced at Snape, who had a small smirk on his face. She continued. "If curfew cannot be met, you are to send a message to either me or the head of house of any visitors. There will also be no…" She paused then let out a sigh. "Intercourse while in these rooms.
If there is, we shall be alerted and you will be appropriately punished. Last but not least, the rules are subject to change, removal, or addition. Is that agreeable?" She had Harry's attention, and that of his girls, when the second to last rule was mentioned.
"I am afraid, Deputy Headmistress, that the rule of intercourse cannot be followed. You se-" He was interrupted by a snarling Snape.
"Insolent brat! You will do as you are told! You were not given these rooms so you could have a private place to rut like some kind of wild animal! I told you, headmaster, this was a mistake. You sh-" It was then Snape's turn to be interrupted.
Harry turned to him with an icy glare, but with a voice that dripped sweetness.
"I apologize, Severus Snape, but I do not believe I was talking to you. As a matter of fact, I do not believe you were even invited into the conversation. Please, do us all a favor and kindly mind your own business." He smiled, that sweet tone polite before he turned to Prof. McGonagall as Snape seethed.
"As I was saying, Deputy Headmistress, it cannot be followed. As these ladies are my Consorts and Mistresses' I am charged with taking care of their needs. Monetary, emotional, and of course physical. To not do so would be me going against my sworn duties as the Lord of my houses. We shall, of course, keep it private and be responsible… but it will be done. We shall not brag, or bring it out into the open, but eventually, it will get out." Prof. McGonagall looked agitated at this, but he did have a point. Before Snape could erupt, Dumbledore spoke, and he knew better than to interrupt Dumbledore.
"I must agree, Minerva. It would not be right to have a Lord of two houses go against his duties. I trust Mr. Potter-Black will do his best to do as he mentioned. As I have told you already, Mr. Potter-Black, the room will respond to your wishes and your elves are welcome. Keep to your studies and do not cause mischief, and we shall have no problems." Harry nodded and then after the heads of house, save a sour Snape, bid farewell to the house members they left. Harry immediately banned Snape from the room. He would not put it past the greasy git to barge in and be a bothersome arse.
Harry then turned to see his girls picking their rooms after just enjoying each other's company. He chuckled as Hermione picked a room that would allow her to pop out, pick a new book, and pop back in. Luna chose a room upstairs right by a window. He had a small smirk on his face when he saw the Patil twins pick a room.. together. They were living together again, after six years apart.. they missed it. He chuckled softly, they did like to share things… he found that endearing about them, not to mention sexy.
September 10th, 1996, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Outside Ravenclaw Tower, 7:45 pm
Parvati Sangeeta Patil was currently waiting for her sister to come out and meet her, she had something she wanted to share and was not about to give up the opportunity. She had asked another Raven to fetch her sister for her, even though she could have probably used a Patronus message, though those were more for emergencies. She was glad she didn't have to wait long, as soon her sister was out of the tower. Parvati immediately grasped her arm and started walking with her. Padma blinking in surprise but going along with her.
"Sister, what? What is so… urgent?" Padma asked her excited younger (by a minute) sister. Parvati gave a wide grin and still walking spoke.
"There is something I have come across that I want to share with my sister. Something.. amazing." She sighed and then they were going up the stairs to the fourth floor. "I wouldn't be tugging you along if it was not amazing, would I?" She grinned at her sister again and smiled in relief at her sister's return smile.
"Alright… Sister, but it had better be fantastic. Ok?" She was confused at the shudder from her sister but went along with her. It was about five minutes later when they reached a nondescript, but rather new, door on the fourth floor. The castle was… well, a Castle, so the floors were large and expansive. Parvati pressed a hand to the door and seemed to listen for something before she grinned. She opened it and tugged her sister in. The room was not a normal classroom, but it was set up like a studio apartment. A nice comfy couch to one side, a desk to the other. There was a cushy chair across from the couch, and closer to the back of the wall there was a bed. It looked like heaven to sleep on, but Parvati brought her sister to the couch and sat her down.
"What is all this, Parvati? Why did you bring me here?" Said twin grinned and giggled. Padma fought to roll her eyes, goodness sometimes she hated the influence Lavender had on her sister, yet she was glad she was happy and had friends. Parvati put a finger to her lips and shook her head, silently telling Padma to wait. The two of them heard the soft chime of the clock striking 8 pm that ran through the magical announcement system and Padma frowned.
"We won't be here long, will we? Curfew is at 10." Parvati grinned and her eyebrows rose a few times before she spoke.
"Oh, if everything goes well, we won't be leaving tonight at all, sister." Now Padma was really curious, and not a minute later she heard the door open and then close. She looked back and saw no-one, that is until none other than Harry Potter came out from under an invisibility cloak. He folded it and put it to the side, taking his wand out and casting a myriad of spells all around the walls, ceiling, and floor of the room. He turned to see two heads peeking from behind the high-backed couch. Smiling and coming to the ladies.
"Sorry I'm late, sweety, had to avoid the garbage disposal." Parvati giggled and waved it off, leaning up for a not-so-chaste kiss before Harry sat down on that chair opposite the two sisters. Padma's jaw slacked as she saw that. Before she could speak, however, she was surprised as Harry tapped his chest three times and his normal visage vanished. In its place was a man she had only seen on beaches and in magazines. He leaned back, legs crossed, and winked.
"So good to see you, Padma. I hope you are well?" She nodded and her mouth was closed by her sister.
"I brought her here, Harry because I figured we could share you." At her words Harry let out a long, suffering sigh, that was about as genuine as his glamoured self.
"You mean you want me to continue buying your silence by giving myself to your beautiful sister? I don't know, what kind of man would I be if I said yes?" He grinned and winked, and she surprised her sister when she purred out her response.
"A smart man, Harry. But first, I must talk with my sister." He nodded and winked, leaning back and taking a potions book from his pocket and reading. Parvati turned to her sister and then started to talk with her in their native Marathi.
[AN: Not translating or anything, just using Italics for the language change.]
"What the hell is going on here, Parvati?" Padma hissed out in their native tongue. Padma smiled and wriggled
in her seat softly, responding in kind.
"I've been… intimate with Harry for the past week or so, sweet Vishnu is he amazing!" She blushed and giggled, going on.
"Lavender got to him first, she caught him without that glamour he is wearing, and things went from there." She looked at him, eyes half-lidded in undisguised arousal. "He is a very attentive lover and well… I want to share with my sister." She looked back with a large grin on her face, her sister looking surprised.
"You gave him your body?" She nodded softly, smiling still. "What would.. what would father say!? Or mother? You know more likely than not we are to be promised to someone from back home! We were already lectured for losing our purity last year, to continue in such a path… oooh! You make me so mad sometimes, Parvati!" She was really heated, she did not want to attract the ire of her parents. She was surprised when her sister giggled at her anger.
"Oh stop it, Padma! Of course, mother and father would be upset, would you expect anything else? We are two young, beautiful women, and Harry is a virile, handsome young lord." She shuddered and Padma could tell it was from arousal, she shuddered the same way when she was in physical need. "He won't mistreat us, he will be gentle and kind… do you think mother or father would really object to that?" She huffed at her sister's look. "Don't look at me like that. We'll tell them.. eventually. I was thinking around the yule holiday." She nodded and got a scoff from her sister.
"And what if father wants us married immediately should he find out? On top of that, I do hope you have not slept with anyone else! Last year was bad enough, but to add an extra male." She huffed softly.
Like Lavender, Parvati was not a slag, but they enjoyed the taste of male every now and then. Also like Lavender, she was not against a little female attention. Padma shuddered, her sister had been her first foray into that form of intimacy. It wasn't that she was against it, but she could honestly say she would only feel comfortable doing that with her sister.
"Listen, Padma, why don't you let Harry take care of you, hmm? He'll be as gentle and sweet as you want him to be. And when you are a puddle of caramel-skinned woman on the bed he'll take me nice and hard just the way I like it." She smirked at her sister's blush and kept going. "I know you like how I touch you and lick you, Bahana." She was whispering in her sister's ear now, stroking her side.
"But Harry has this… little trick that is magnificent. The speakers back home could learn a thing or two about it." Her sister gasped and looked at her, surprise on her face. "Oh yes.. .that kind of speaking, Don't you want to try it?"
It was like Parvati and taken the roll of the little devil on her sisters shoulder. Whispering terribly naughty things, bringing up past experiences. She bit her lip with a soft shudder and a wriggle, looking at Harry who was just reading and gently humming to himself. If she didn't know better she would think he looked smug, but he was just… enjoying the soft tones of the twin sisters as they spoke and he read.
He blinked, noticing that he was being stared at and looked up at her. He gave her that damned brilliant lop-sided smile of his and she returned a sheepish grin before looking at her sister.
"F-Fine! If this gets us into trouble with mother and father I am putting all the blame on you!" Parvati nodded and then gave her a sweet, less than sisterly kiss. Harry blinked and smiled as he watched the two twin witches making out. He closed his book and leaned back, Parvati smirking as she saw this. Whispering into her sisters ear as she stroked up her sides.
"Let's give him a little show, Padma. I'm sure he'd love it." She winked and Padma nodded gently before she moaned out as her sister started to kiss, suckle and nibble in all her sweet spots on her neck. Parvati learned quickly from Lavender where all the best spots on a woman were, and was more than eager to show her sister this. Harry watched as Parvati was doing a damned good job at stripping her sister, and making her moan out in sweet soft tones of delight.
As much as Padma loved getting lavished in attention, Parvati was not one for patience in the bedroom, and she showed as much with her aggressiveness. Her lips and tongue quickly on her sisters pussy, doing everything she could to give her sister the pleasure she needed. So involved in doing this she did not even notice her sisters gasp of surprise as Harry moved out of the chair and behind her kneeling sister.
Padma watched as Harry took out his wand, put a finger to his lips, and then silently removed her sisters skirt and knickers. She could see them put off to the side, and she blushed at the wetness on the crotch of said knickers. Harry winked and then when his wand was away he made Parvati gasp as he started to kiss and lick not only her pussy, but the globes of her ass.
She felt the delighted moans vibrate through her pussy as her sisters was being eaten, and decided to just.. go with it. Parvati had wound her down anyway, why not enjoy it? She let out slightly louder moans of delight when a finger went into her, and then gasped when she heard soft hissing coming from Harry. The pleasure from her sisters fingers making her buck slightly, and she was partially distracted as her sister came off her pussy with a loud gasp.
"Sweet Merlin, yes!" Her sister was not above being loud and letting her lovers know just how much she enjoyed herself, and this was no different. She was bucking and groaning, her walls no doubt clamping no Harry's tongue as he worked it in and out of her. It took a few moments, but she was soon back to the task at hand. The three of them lost in their own little world, one lost to pleasure, one lost to pleasing, and one caught right in the middle. Both sisters were clearly enjoying the pleasure they were receiving, but Parvati was a bit more vocal with her extra desires.
"More… Harry, give me more! Merlin I need more." She shuddered and was being watched by a surprised sister who looked up, through her own soft moans, to see Harry undo his trousers. He took out a rather thick, and very erect dick and slid it right into her sister. Parvati stopped her tongue and lip service completely. Just holding on to her sisters legs as Harry started to plow into her with little warning.
Parvati looked up at her sister with lust filled eyes, hands on her thighs squeezing tight as she was rocked back and forth by the green haired wizard behind her. The lewd moans and sounds of skin on skin contact made for a very naughty and erotic sight for the more reserved sister. Though she was on longer being serviced, she still held onto her arousal as she watched the sexy scene before her.
Harry enjoyed all of his witches, and while the mature ones that he had over the summer were simply fantastic, there was little to compare to the tightness of a young, eager witch. It was with that in mind that he continued to plow into the tight pussy of the quivering witch underneath him.
His grunts and groans letting her know just how much he was enjoying this, that was if his pace had not already. He looked up from staring at their bodies where they continued to connect, to stare right into the eyes of Padma. He said nothing to her, but his eyes conveyed the message just fine 'you're next'. He then looked back down and continued his near brutal assault of her the extroverted sister. With a startling cry they both went over the edge, and Padma was even more surprised when Harry did not pull out.
He rested inside of her, no doubt filling her with everything he had. He kept pumping and then she slumped of her sister onto the floor, or at least that's what it seemed like. Padma watched her sister vanish with a soft ~pop~ and appear, in the same face down ass up position, on the bed. Recovering with a smile on her face that told the whole how she was feeling. Meanwhile Harry had moved between Padma's legs. Stroking her thighs softly before he spoke, a soft tone to his voice.
"My apologies, Padma. I didn't mean to cause your sister to leave you hanging. How about I finish what she started?" Padma let out a low breath, biting her lips before she spoke.
"Maybe a kiss first, Harry? No need to clean your mouth." She blushed softly, Harry had been about to do just that with his wand. He rose an eyebrow but gave her a soft grin before nodding. Leaning forward and giving her a deep, but sweet kiss. Letting her taste her sister on his lips and tongue before he broke apart and stroked her thighs lightly.
"Let me show you how well I treat my girls." She blushed and nodded, getting another kiss before he started to trail kisses and tongue strokes down her body. He made it his business to completely avoid her nipples, and she let out a gentle whine at that. He winked up at her and then decided to give her what she silently asked for. His tongue and lips taking one of her nipples into his lips and giving a soft, gentle caress. Suckling ever so slightly as his hands roamed her body, doing what he could to extract as much pleasure from her as possible. He went between both of her breasts with his soft, talented tongue, and made sure to give them each equal amounts of attention. His hands stroking her thighs and then going further up her body. Cupping her pert, perfect handfuls before breaking away and giving her a deep kiss.
He caressed them for a few extra long moments before he let go and after another kiss made his way further down.
He made a few stops to tease her body, but he eventually made it to her glistening pussy. He looked up at her with his own hungry look, and then he went right for her core. His tongue nearly lashed out to her lips and clit, and he started to work her over just as he had her sister.
Harry's tongue and fingers slipping into her to get those sweet moans out of her, and the sensations made her buck and groan sweetly. She was not loud like her sister, but her cute, almost squeaking moans held their own form of arousal to be given to the green eyed man betwixt her legs.
Soon his finger was gone, and replaced exclusively by his tongue, and it was then that she felt the starting of something fantastic. It started off slow, teasing, but it soon escalated her to new heights of pleasure. She did not know, nor did she really care what he was saying, but whatever it was she was hoping he would never stop. The warm, magical vibrations of his tongue as he spoke the language of the snakes made her moan and shudder in nothing but pleasure.
Harry did love pleasing his witches, he was sure there would never be a day he didn't enjoy it, and this was no different. Licking, suckling, and giving this Indian beauty every ounce of pleasure he could muster was something he was more than happy to do, and repeat at a later date should she wish. His talented abilities soon had her bucking and gasping, trying to pull his head away but he would not have it. She whined gently in soft protest at the pleasure, and was embarrassed to redness as she let her orgasm take over her.
The reason for her slight change? Well that could be explained by the powerful gushes of juices that sprayed into his mouth. She was a sprayer, just like Narcissa… he liked that. He kept up his oral onslaught until there was nothing left for her to give, for now at least. She bucked gently as he gave her clit a final flick before he licked his fingers and cleaned his face.
"Well.. that was delicious." He looked up at her with a low growl and a wink. "Not spicy like Parvati, a subtle sweetness to your juices. And the extra surprise at the end? Oh… so wonderful." He saw her relax, having been anticipating a bit of revulsion from him, instead she got more desire from him. He leaned up for a kiss and shared her taste with her before he stood up. He took off the rest of his clothes and then helped her up. "I would prefer my first time with you to be on the bed, don't you think?" She nodded, blushing at the reminder of what Parvati had said to her. He gave her another kiss before he took her to the bed. Her sister was not passed out, but still in a partial daze. Apparently Harry had gone harder than it seemed. He grinned softly and kissed her neck from behind.
"How about I lean on the headboard, and you sit on me, facing your sister? Give her a show just like she wanted to give me, huh?" Padma shuddered, and with a blush nodded. He sat against the headboard as he said he would and held his eager erection at the base, giving her a target. She blushed again, looking rather cute as her skin was flushed, but made her way over and crouched on him. He placed a hand on her hip to help guide her along and then let out a low sigh when he felt her heat against his tip.
With a slow, deliberate movement, she started to slide down on him. There was a bit of resistance at first, he was a thick man, but after that it was nice and smooth. Her moans and clenching tightness already pushing him towards the edge of release, but he endured. Soon Padma was on his lap, sitting with her back against his chest as she panted and ground a bit on him.
"You're so… thick, Harry… much thicker than my first." She was rewarded for that little tidbit with a nibble and suckle to her neck. She turned her head and got a sweet kiss before she slowly, with his help, started to rise off of his length. When she got to his tip she slid right back down, eliciting a groan from the both of them.
This was the scene that Parvati came back to cognitive thought to. Blinking softly and shaking the cobwebs from her head, looking to the two slowly moving couple next to her and grinning. Thanks to her short rest she was able to move a lot better than anticipated, and she was soon straddling the knee's of Harry and placing her hands on her sisters sides while his hands were on her hips guiding her. She leaned up, and thanks to the slow thrusting, was able to make out with her sister while she rode Harry.
Harry leaned back just a bit and to the side, so that he could watch the two sexy Indian witches make out while one rode on him nice and slow. He let out a growl and caused Padma to gasp and break the lip lock as he started to go a little harder. Parvati moved to give him a kiss and then spread his legs before kneeling between them. Harry slowed down just a bit when he got an idea of what she was about to do, and he let out a groan when he felt her tongue and lips kissing and suckling his shaft when it was not inside of her sister.
When he had Padma on his lap Parvati would lean up and flick her clit, which caused her to clench sweetly. It was an unorthodox method of pleasure, and a bit complex, but it did it's job.
Between the licking and suckling tongue of Parvati, Padma and Harry could not last very long. They were both sensitive from earlier orgasms, and soon they got to enjoy another one, but together this time. He let her lean back onto him as her orgasm hit her, her spray coming out in tiny rivulets around his length, only to be lapped up by her sister. Soon it was not just her juices, but the mixed taste of Harry as well. Padma convulsed softly, but turned her head for a nice, heavy kiss from her green eyed lover. They made out for a few moments before they both got a taste of sweet covered lips from the more enthusiastic Parvati. They then slumped together and panted gently. Harry the first to speak with a low groan as Padma climbed off of him, having a witch on either side.
"Alright then… and hour, and then we go for um." He counted to himself. "Round three." He grinned and Parvati nodded, giving him another heated kiss but Padma did not respond. She was fast asleep, and Harry snickered softly, whispering to the still roused witch. "Well, I'll give her round three tomorrow." With that they kissed again and then lulled into comfortable silence. Harry was not against this kind of payment for their silence.
~End Flashback~
The witches he had just been remembering were now currently sitting on one of the love seats, reading a large tome from the Black family library. All of the books from said library had been de-cursed and dispelled, so he was not worried about that. He looked around to see a good portion of his witches reading, those some like Luna and his chasers were doing homework or staring out the window. He leaned back in his chair with a low sigh, this was going to be a good rest of the year, and he knew the next year would be just as fun.
Chapter 18: You don't know who you're dealing with
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It had been a week since Harry and his girls got their new rooms, and it had been a damned good week. Between quidditch practice, classes, and tending to his ladies, he found little to complain about. He got into a bit of a small argument when it was discovered that Prof. Snape was banned from his room, but seeing as he had been trying to barge in for absolutely no reason other than to be a pain in the ass, it was not held against the young lord.
Not only that but he was not demanded to place the greasy-haired professor back on the allowed list. He rose bright and early, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun on his face, and the warm body beside him. He sat up and stretched, kissing the cheek of Susan before snickering lightly as she rubbed her face and snuggled under the covers. He shook his head and got out of bed to do his morning routine.
After a quick run around the lake, thankful for heating charms as it was still winter in Scotland, he had a relaxing shower with Hannah Abbot who was up as early as he was. Hermione was also up, but she was reading in the common room and was far too enthralled to join them. He came out, dressed and ready for the day, and came up to her as she read. He waited until she flipped the page before putting a bookmark in the middle and closing the book. She yelped softly and glared up at him, though it was only half heated.
"It will be here when you get back, 'Mione. It's breakfast time and I will not have my ladies missing meals. The other girls will be woken up by Dobby and Winky, so don't bring them up." He helped her to her feet and further quenched any arguments with a nice kiss. She sighed and nodded and then took his arm, Hannah on the other, as they made their way to the great hall. It was a nice, peaceful walk, especially as it was a Saturday. The great hall was not empty, but it was not completely full.
There were plenty of students (and a few professors) sleeping in. The trio sat down and started to enjoy a good Hogwarts breakfast, Hannah on his left, and Hermione on his right. He was busy enjoying his meal and a conversation with Hannah to notice the morning post come in.
"Oh dear…" He heard Hermione from beside him say softly, and then he turned with a raised eyebrow. She frowned softly and handed him the Daily Prophet, making him frown as well at reading the headline.
"Harry Potter… Black? Is our Savior nothing but a Dark Lord in training?"
The headline was bold, huge, and plastered on the front page. He quickly read through it and as he did so his frown turned into a deep scowl. It was filled with all forms of the defaming of his family name, both of them, and it was not something that filled him with happy feelings. It went on to speak of how dark his family was, and how he was disgracing the good Potter name. It had quotes from the former Minister for Magic and his senior Undersecretary, at that, he felt his left hand unconsciously twitch. The scar was all but gone, but the memories were still there. He then looked at the article's creator, and the paper nearly burst into flames.
Rita Skeeter.
That… hag had the balls to write about him. Either she hated her job or thought that he had forgotten about his fourth year. He stood up, took a deep, shuddering breath, and made his way to the head table.
"Headmaster, I am politely informing you that I am going to be leaving this day. I have family business to attend to."
Dumbledore frowned but had a feeling this would happen when he read the morning paper. He let out a soft sigh and nodded.
"Very well, Mr. Potter-Black. I have no idea how it got out, I assure you it did not come from me." Harry nodded and took a glance at Snape before looking at the headmaster.
"I am sure I know who it was, Headmaster, but as I have no proof, I can do nothing. Excuse me." He then turned and made his way back to his room, the two girls who had joined him at breakfast having trouble keeping pace with his long, angry strides. He was quick to change into his Lord's robes and then had Dobby pop him to the edge of the Hogwarts wards before he apparated to Diagon Alley and the home of the offices of the Daily Prophet. Due to his seething anger at his family name being so… smeared it did not dawn on him that he should be here with his solicitor, or at least a trusted professor.
He entered the offices of the Prophet and made his way to the receptionist. Holding in his ire as much as he could, yet his tone was still biting and cold.
"Where would I find the owner of this establishment?" The receptionist looked up and let out a soft gasp as she saw the angry lord in front of her.
"Third floor… m-my lord." He nodded and then noticed her slowly take out her wand before she glanced at the lift-off to the left, then back at him. He was confused for a moment but pushed it away. He went to the lift and entered it, making his way to the third floor. It dinged softly and he stepped out onto the floor… the deserted floor. He glanced around and started to walk, his anger slowly subsiding as apprehension slowly took its place. The hairs on the back of his head stood on end and he moved to his left just as a spell fired at him from one of the cubicles, and then he saw several Death Eaters emerge from more cubicles. His pupils constricted as he let out a low growl and his wand were in his hand. The receptionist had been warning him. He didn't have much time to think about this as another set of spells was fired at him.
Harry was quick to throw up a shield and then ducked behind a makeshift wall. The tones of Rodolphus Lestrange cutting through the spell fire.
"Don't use those spells, you idiots! The Dark Lord wants him alive!" He snarled and the spell fire stopped. "Come on out, Potter! Give yourself up and we'll make sure when we grab the school your mudbloods are killed quickly." There was a chuckle before Harry responded.
"No, I don't think so. Tell me, Roddy, how is dear Bella?" He heard a low growl from the angry man, silently casting a revealing spell so he knew where they were.
"Where did you take my wife, Potter!" Harry rolled his eyes.
"Ex-Wife, Lestrange. She is a Black now… I thought you knew." As he spoke he cast several silencing and disillusionment spells on himself. Starting to creep around, casting a charm on where he was before speaking from there, much like a ventriloquist. He came up to the closest death eater and instead of casting anything he came up behind him and grabbed him in a chokehold. The death eater got a hit to his face but only one before Harry started dodging the blows. They came weaker and weaker until he was out for the count. An enervate wouldn't wake him from that, so Harry went to the next one.
"You dissolved my Marriage!? I'll kill you, Potter!" He started firing spells, not taking heed of his own warning to not hurt Harry.
"Like you cared for her, Roddy. I hear you preferred the attention of Antonin." The spell-fire stopped and he laughed.
"Ooh.. was that not supposed to get out?" He smirked and then took out another death eater with a shot to the temple. He got number three after some more threats and then cursed when number four turned and bumped into him.
"He's over here!" He grumbled and after a scuffle, with the death eater, he put him down with a stunner and then bound him with a spell in parseltongue. He dropped his concealment charms and started sending less-than-harmless spells out. Nothing too dark, or even gray, but they were not stunners and disarming spells. The third-floor editing office was a mess of papers, spellfire, and collateral damage. it was getting worse and a lot of the cubicles were down.
Harry was moving to the side, to avoid more spell fire, when he was clipped by a high-powered cutting curse. He screamed and dropped to the side, avoiding more spell fire as he healed himself with some parseltongue spells. He was glad he kept that particular trait from that dark piece of magic that was taken from his head, as spells spoken in parseltongue were rather strong as it was a magical language.
After healing himself Harry decided it was time to stop playing around. He took a deep breath and then rolled out from where he was sitting. The first Death eater that saw him got the first taste of Lord Potter-Black as a well-aimed 'Reducto' took his head off. He was quick in the momentary stillness to take out another death eater with a Ribbon cutter straight to the chest. The rest of the startled death eaters were quick to start retaliating, and they were also using the less-than-pleasant spells. While ducking, weaving, and trading spells Harry found himself able to send a Patronus off to the head of the Auror department. Soon the only ones left standing were Dolohov, Lestrange, and Harry.
The spells they were trading and shielding against were the darkest you could get without casting the unforgivable's. He hit Dolohov with a familiar purple fire and found it poetic justice when the death eater fell to the curse he had used on Hermione almost a year ago. Harry was dodging spells when the Aurors finally arrived, not paying attention until he heard the familiar deep tones of Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"Aurors! Wands on the ground!" Harry barely dodged the killing curse, as did the Aurors, but he was not quick enough to dodge the next spell. A Bombarda behind him sent the Aurors flying back and him forward toward Rodolphus. As he went to stand up he was hit by the Cruciatus and let out a scream of unprepared pain. Rodolphus let him go, fired more on the Aurors, and then applied it again on Harry.
"You're still just a little boy, Potter. Maybe I'll beg the dark lord to have you replace Antonin as my bed boy." Harry did not respond, trying not to scream too much, writhing under the curse. "Oh, what's the matter, Potter? Does it hurt? Here… Have a breather." He laughed and let go of the curse, and Harry mustered what he could and pointed to Lestrange with his wand. He took a deep breath and right before he was hit with the torture curse again he let out a strangled incantation from the Potter tomes.
"Sanctum fulgura! "
From his wand burst a bolt of pure, white lightning. Pushing him back a few meters and doing the same to Lestrange. Rodolphus screamed lightly in pain before he shakily got up.
"Is that it, Potter? I let you get a free shot and you-" He cut himself off by screaming in searing pain. The effects of the spell only known to Potter heads of house. It was a bolt of Holy Lightning, destroying darkness within one who was truly sinful. It didn't take long for the death eater to scream himself hoarse and drop to the ground. His body was not charred as with normal lightning, so his Dark mark would be visible. Harry shuddered as the aftereffects of the Cruciatus swept through him. Kingsley was first to get to him, and he found a wand under his chin, a stuttering voice speaking to him.
"How did we get to headquarters last summer?" Kingsley blinked before leaning to whisper.
"We flew because Mad-eye is a lunatic." Harry grinned and nodded, getting to his feet with the large dark-skinned man's help. He spotted Yaxley approaching and then shifted so his wand was in his hand properly.
"Excuse me, Kingsley." The man was not confused for long as Harry quickly bound the man with a parseltongue spell, after dispelling the glamour on his arm that was also in parseltongue. Speaking loudly as the other Aurors pointed their wands at him, his own wand vanishing up his sleeve. "Check his left forearm… I remember him from the Department of mysteries." Dawlish checked and saw that the Dark Mark was indeed there. They picked up the traitorous Auror and took him back to the ministry while Harry walked, being supported by the head Auror. He twitched softly and then they were off to St. Mungo's.
Harry Potter sat in his fancy, partially blood-stained robes in a room in St. Mungo's, looking at the attending healer with undisguised loathing. Oh… he wanted to slap the man silly, but he refrained.
"I'm telling you, Healer Mason, that I am fine. I need to leave, I still have family business to attend to!" He held back from snarling at the man, but the healer huffed and waved him off.
"You were exposed to the Cruciatus, boy, you need at least three days of bed rest before the shivers leave you. See! You're still twitching. I have been healing for longer than you've been alive. I know what I am talking about." Harry growled again and was about to retort when the doors slammed open, his two favorite women coming in.
"Please, Healer, tell me why my Lord is still in bed. I assume he has told you he needs to take care of family Business?" Harry nodded at the beautiful Narcissa Black before grinning at the healer.
Andromeda was already at Harry's side, moving past the healer to massage his shoulders.
"What are you doing, woman? That is my patient! Move, move!" He was intercepted by Narcissa who held up a hand.
"He is the hands of his preferred healer, you may go now. Andromeda here is a master Healer, such as yourself, he is in good hands." The healer grumbled, mumbling about women and spoiled brats not knowing their place before he left. Harry smiled at his two lovelies and gave them each a kiss before Narcissa took their portkey out and whisked them away to their tropical family manor.
Almost as soon as they landed in Harry's bedroom he was stripped and plopped on the bed face down. He let out a stuttered chuckle and then groaned when both ladies started to give him a full body massage. Andromeda had been told by Rosmerta and Poppy how effective this was on cruciatus exposure, and she was not seeing just how good it was. Harry's twitches started to subside as his muscles were relieved of their tension, and Harry was soon a nice and relaxed man-sized puddle. He turned his head softly and gave Andromeda a pleased, and almost high smile.
"Thank you, Andi… and you too, Cissy." He blew them both a kiss and then slumped a bit as they continued. He was soon taking a short nap, the toll on his body from the fight he had earlier, not to mention the massage, helping him pass out. He had loads of stamina, however, the Potter spells were not something easily used. They took loads of power and drained the caster significantly, but what they took from the caster they gave in their effectiveness.
Andromeda covered Harry and then went into the next room to speak with Narcissa about what exactly caused all of this.
They were quick to discover the cause of this, and the Black sisters knew immediately why Harry had gone off as he did. While he was born a Potter, when he took the mantle of Lord Black, he also brought the Black family magic into his core. Mixing light and dark magics in such a fashion made him a Grey wizard, but there was more to it than that. The Potters and Blacks were proud families. The Potters valued the love and care of a family, there was nothing above the family you cared for. The Blacks were similar but different at the same time. While the family was indeed important to the Blacks, family honor was tantamount to how the Potters saw family. To see not only his birth heritage being questioned but his adopted one as well sent the family magics into overdrive.
The sisters decided to split up and making sure they had their concealed portkeys just in case, went to take care of business. Andromeda made her way to Hogwarts and Narcissa to the editor of the Daily Prophet. Narcissa was not alone, though, she brought a disillusioned Bellatrix with her as a bodyguard. Andromeda went by herself, however, it was Hogwarts after all. Tonks was left to watch over Harry, not that she minded in the slightest of course.
Harry woke up to the most delicious of feelings, and he could say that it was most definitely in his top five ways to wake up. He had been sleeping for three hours give or take a few minutes, but he still felt kind of tired. Magical exhaustion was no laughing matter, but his core was steadily refilling. He looked down to see his favorite metamorphmagus giving his length a thorough inspection, her purple-colored lips on his base before she slid up with a low, but lewd slurp.
Sighing as she was not yet aware of Harry being awake, taking her time to enjoy his taste. He watched her silently before she started to bob a little faster, and he could see that she enjoyed this, but needed a bit more. When she came off his tip with a pop she yelped softly and her hair and face took on the same embarrassed hue due to the hand on top of her head.
"Fuck! Almost scared the life outta me, Harry!" She growled playfully and he winked, causing her to roll her eyes.
"You looked like you were really enjoying yourself, I just couldn't interrupt." She nodded and then took his tip into her lips again, which were not a delicious red, and her hair turned back to a rich black.
Her eyes shifted to a sexy 'use me' blue as he liked to call it, and then her tongue gave his tip a nice lick.
"Well.. since you asked so nicely, Tonks." He stroked her head softly and then guided her head right back down onto his length. Letting out a shudder as he helped her gain that pace she had not been able to reach on her own. His hips thrust softly as he pumped her onto his shaft, grunting and groaning as she let him use her mouth and throat for his pleasure. She told herself, not that she needed an excuse, that this was to help further relieve stress from the day. As she had been working on him for a good amount of time prior to his waking, it didn't take much longer for him to give her his hefty load.
He shuddered in delight and painted her mouth and throat with his sweet release. Watching as she bobbed on her own power when he let go, taking her time in savoring every drop. He stroked her cheeks and then shuddered when she looked up at him and then swallowed noisily while looking into his eyes. That saucy look on her face before she climbed up and gave him a delightful kiss.
"Such… a delightful way to wake up, Tonks." He stroked her ass and was pleased to find it bare, as was the rest of her. "I must say you find the best ways to wake me." She winked and gave him another kiss.
"You better believe it, my lord." She purred out those last two words and then groaned when Harry wasted no more time and helped impale her onto his still very needy length. "Fuck that's good… you've been neglecting the ladies of house Black, my lord. That is unacceptable." She teased him softly, knowing full well he had only missed out on bedding her in the past few weeks. She was a full-time Auror after all.
"Well… let your lord Black make it up to you, hmm?" He tugged her down for another kiss and then started to thrust up into her as he helped her bounce on him. Her gasps and unladylike grunts let him know this is exactly what she needed. He noticed she was a little more… fit since they started being intimate back in August, and it made her body tight and strong around him. Her muscles milked and caressed his shaft, already on their way to coaxing out load number two from Harry.
"Oh… I might have been neglecting a daughter of house Black, but I am still your lord." With those words, he pulled out of her and put her on her hands and knees. Sinking right back into her, causing her to let out some rather colorful words as he plowed her into the much more forceful position. Harry was tired, yes, but anyone saying he should have been resting instead has never been 16 and horny. He took her body for a ride and was loving every moment of it, and so was she. The moans and groans coming from both of them filled the room, not to mention the distinct scent of sex as well. Harry paused and ground against her ass, shuddering at how warm and tight she was. She whined softly and pushed back after pulling away from his crotch, looking up at him.
"What's the hold-up? I was so close to forgiving you!" She huffed, all in teasing fun as she pumped herself on his shaft a few times, getting more groans from him.
"Just for that, my little minx, you get a little something extra." She growled at him in anticipation and then gasped as he started plowing her again. However, he did give her a little extra as he said he would. His hands were on her thighs, reaching around to help plow her, and his thumbs caressed and stroked her lips from where he held her. He put a little magic into his fingers though, sending a pleasurable fire through her body while he pounded her into submission. Her groans and grunts turned into silky, dripping moans of pure sexual desire and need as he worked her over.
The tingling of his magic going through her pussy to caress his own arousal, along with the furious pumping was enough to get him much closer to release. He leaned onto her back and gave her neck a rather rough bite, marking her for all to see. She yelped softly at that but then shuddered and let out a muffled moan (her face was in the bed) as she felt him spilling his seed into her. His thrusting turned into soft grinds as he flooded her depths with his essence.
They rested, grinding and panting against each other for what seemed like an eternity before Harry pulled out and gently slumped back. Panting heavily as he was a little more tired than he expected.
"Damn… should have probably waited a bit longer before doing that." He gave her a sheepish grin and she rolled her eyes, barely keeping her ass in the air. She managed to crawl to him and curl under his arm.
"Yeah, well… whatever you did with your hands at the end there took it out of me. Let's go back to that nap of yours, yah?" He nodded and after a nice, passionate kiss, the both of them covered themselves and went back into Morpheus' sweet embrace.
While Harry was enjoying his sweet metamorphmagus, Narcissa Black was in the office of the owner of the Daily Prophet, the editor in there as well. She held herself proud and proper, yet her cold and angry demeanor/tone let the two men in front of her know she meant business.
"… and Furthermore, this is not the first time my Lord has been slandered! Regardless of my affiliations before this summer, my Lord has been ridiculed by this establishment before. His family name dragged through the mud because you could not think for yourself!" She let out a loud, heavy snarl. Eyes flashing for a moment in anger before she took a steadying breath and sat straight again.
"Acting for my lord, and speaking with his blessing, I ask that you print an apology to my Lord Black. It is obvious that this.. Skeeter woman does not understand that a newspaper is supposed to get facts from reputable sources. To investigate a story before deciding to pull words out of her posterior just to make sales." She then gave them both a glare, promising pain and misery before she spoke again as she stood up.
"Let me make this abundantly clear to the both of you: Should my Lord's name, or any who are under his protection, be put through this paper and covered in dirt and muck." She glared at them sharply, the room feeling a few degrees cooler. "Should that happen, you shall have the full weight of two Most Ancient and Noble houses, and any who are allies. Is that understood?" They nodded, the owner looking a little agitated at being threatened by a woman, but the editor was far from stupid. He nodded and then excused himself, he had a reporter to chew out. Narcissa huffed and then turned, nose in the air, and left the offices. She had a foot out the door and was gone in a crack before anything, or anyone could even think of approaching her.
Harry returned to school Sunday evening, having slept most of the day to help with his core… and it wasn't because he had a little more relaxing fun with two of his older women. No, that wasn't it at all. He still had some recovering to do, but it was purely magical now, not physical. He was currently sitting in his common room, watching as his three Vixens hunched over a few parchments on the table. They were discussing something and it was making Katie very agitated, very quickly. He decided to intervene before it got too out of hand.
He came up to them and cleared his throat, Angelina surprising him as she turned.
"What?!" She flinched slightly when she realized it was him, and they were not in the library. "Sorry, Harry… we're all on edge here." He nodded softly and pulled up a chair, sitting gingerly.
"What's wrong my three lovelies?" He spoke softly, letting them know he was concerned for them and obviously wanted to help. Katie spoke and took her parchment.
"It's this… damned essay given to us by the greasy git. It's our N.E.W.T. year and we had to get the snarky asshole as a teacher! We escaped him in Potions only to get him teaching us something that actually matters." She huffed and Alicia glared at her for the language, but nodded along with them, speaking after her frustrated friend.
"He has us writing on the different traits of dark spells and how they can become addicting. The problem is… well, we don't know many really dark spells. Not only that, but the only people we could even think about asking are either insane, dead, or the professor who assigned us the paper in the first place." He nodded and frowned, stroking his chin lightly and humming in thought. He then blinked and smiled.
"I got it!" They looked at him curiously and then he cleared his throat. "Winky!" With a soft pop the small female elf appeared.
"Master be calling Winky? What can Winky be doing for master?" She smiled, always eager to please. Not to mention as she knew it was already after dinner, all the girls in these quarters found themselves with cookies and milk beside them. Harry smiled at her and spoke gently, as he always did.
"If she is not busy, could you bring Trixie here? She has knowledge my lovelies here can make use of." Winky seemed to think on it for a moment before speaking.
"Why nots I bring the three Red Foxies to Trixie? Winky thinks the school might not likes Trixie being here, even if she is not tainted anymore." Harry frowned in thought before he nodded, that made sense.
"Alright, Winky. Do that, but get Dobby to help. I don't want you tiring yourself out, it's a long trip." Winky smiled and flushed softly at her master's concern, still not used to it, and did just that. After thanking his two house elves and giving his three Vixens a kiss they all went to talk with Bellatrix, though no longer insane, she still retained her knowledge. It was a win-win. He turned to see his other girls doing their own thing, and noticed that Hermione was also getting frustrated. He frowned and went over to her, the rest of his girls seeming to be ok. He sat beside her and leaned on the table gently, her cookies and milk resting there, unnoticed and untouched.
"Ugh! Self serving… greasy, bothersome shit! Why can't he give us something we can all do!" She snarled softly, taking her current written-out essay and balling it up before setting it on fire. She doused it and blew away the ashes before snatching a newly spotted cookie and tearing it into it with gusto. Sighing in slight relief as it's gourmet goodness was not easily ignored.
"You know, 'Mione, you can always study with me." He had to give her credit, she didn't yelp at his sudden words, just startled for a second.
"Merlin, Harry. Don't sneak up like that." She took a sip of her milk and then started to eat another cookie, yet a little more reserved. "I can't… not this far in the year. I have to deal with this. Merlin, I hope he is affected by the position's curse." She grumbled softly and Harry had to snicker softly. Since the start of term, she had considerably been more relaxed in her approach towards authority figures, more specifically Snape. She still did her work and was damn near always top of the class, but she knew how to relax and understood that there was more than just work while in school. She let out a gentle sigh when Harry moved and started massaging her shoulders gently.
"Ok.. how about this, 'Mione." She glanced up at him gently, nibbling on her third cookie as she listened and he massaged.
"You take a break from homework with me, and when we are done with our break, I'll help you, alright?" She sighed and nodded, tilting her head back and getting a kiss as she did so. She smiled and then he helped her up, giving her another kiss and stealing half of her cookie she had not completely finished. "come on then, 'Mione."
He took her by the hand to his bedroom and she lightly flushed at the implication. Not that she was shy about their intimacy, but she had been growing slightly insecure again. He didn't neglect her per say, but he had so many witches to tend to sometimes it took longer between their own personal time. He sealed off his room with his normal spell bundle before he sat on the higher bed. Giving her a kiss as she stood between his legs, hands stroking her sides as they kissed. He pulled away with a caress to her neck and hummed.
"I'm ashamed to admit that I have not been taking care of my best friend." He stroked her cheek, putting a finger to her lips when she opened her mouth to no doubt deny that. "No.. it's true, we have barely been together aside from classes and living together." He kissed her hands softly and then her lips. "It's wrong to do that to my ladies, especially you. You who stood by me all these years, who knew I was 'just Harry'." He smiled at her nod, always quick to remind him that was exactly how she thought.
"Let me take care of the witch who was my second-ever crush." He smiled at her raised eyebrow and he chuckled and gave her another kiss. "Sorry, love, but Gwenog Jones has the number one spot for that. To be fair, it was a month after knowing Ron and being bombarded with Quidditch facts." She huffed softly but gave him a kiss. This one getting deeper and deeper.
Their hands started to roam each other's bodies as they went from sweet affection to a need for intimacy. Hermione broke the kiss and stroked his cheeks and neck, looking flushed and lightly embarrassed, coaxing him to caress her side right under her shirt. "What is it?" He asked gently, and she worried her bottom lip lightly.
"I'd… like to try something new, please." He raised an eyebrow and nodded, encouraging her to go on. "Remember… our first night?" He smiled fondly, giving her a kiss before she went on. "I'd like… I want you to take me like you took Daphne. Not… as rough as her, but not gentle like normal. I want to see how it feels." He nodded and gave her another kiss. Whenever he was with Hermione they made love, even the first-night marathon was mostly soft sweet dancing between them. He had been a little more enthusiastic after their first romp, but he had been nowhere near as strong as he could be. He got up, giving her another kiss and then growling into her ear.
"Do you want it over a desk too, 'Mione? Nice and hard… gripping onto the desk as you let me take your sweet body for my own wicked delight?" She shuddered but nodded, earning him another searing kiss from the normally reserved book-worm. She was not about to kneel before him and start calling him master, or sir, but she needed this little bit of dominance right now. She was brought over to the desk he had in his room, there for when he needed to take care of extra serious family issues, and was bent over it. She gasped lightly before she felt her hip-hugging jeans being peeled off. Her panties soon followed and then she heard his low growl.
"Already wet for me… did talking about it turn you on, 'Mione? Are you so eager for a nice, hard dicking that you get drenched just thinking about it?" She let out a soft whimper, but it was the kind that made his blood boil in need.
"I'll take that as a yes, huh?" She nodded and looked back at him, gasping as he stroked her ass and then sunk two fingers quickly into her. Holding her by the small of her back and the very top of her ass as he started to pump his fingers into her at a nice, quick pace. Not jabbing or going too fast or too hard, but it was a far cry from his normal gentle stroking.
"OoOh… so fast!" She shuddered, already clenching his fingers as he was sure she either did it herself at this pace, or it was something she really wanted. Either way, it meant she loved it, and he was not about to deny it of her. He grinned softly and kept up the pace, enjoying the lewd slurping of her juices and his fingers made as he moved them in and out of her needy little pussy.
The sounds not only filled the room with their naughtiness, but they were also responsible for the delectable flush to her cheeks. Her moans continued as he fingered her sweet quivering lips as best as he could. Harry didn't just pump his fingers into her like a robot though, no, he angled his caresses and strokes. Much like he did when he made love to his witches, but with his fingers. Occasionally he would stop to remove his fingers and caress her outer lips, ass, and clit, then go right back in.
His fingers also occasionally splayed a bit within her for a little extra delight. Through his working on her pussy it didn't take long for her to let out a low, throaty moan as she covered his hand and part of his forearm with her sweet juices. Her hands clamped onto the desk as she shuddered and spasmed, no longer needing to be held by his hand on her back. As she twitched and bucked lightly against his fingers he used his now free hand to spell off his own attire. He removed his fingers and replaced them with the crown of his thick tip.
"Wait.. Harry, I'm still sensitive!" She moaned halfheartedly as she felt his thick tip, and subsequent length being pushed into her. She gripped the desk tighter, groaning in the very slightest of discomfort as she was still tight from her orgasm, but that was quick to be replaced by another groan of delight as he bottomed out within her.
"No rest for the wicked, love." She wanted to give him a scathing look, but all she managed was a soft groan and a look of delight. He winked and then caressed her ass and hips softly. "Hold on, 'Mione." She gripped the desk firmly and then let out a sharp gasp as he started his deep, quick thrusts. The slapping of their skin against each other echoed in the large room and reinforced to them both just how carnal and needy they were for each other. He missed being inside his sweet Hermione, and he showed it with just how quick and precise he was with his thrusts. Whimpering in delight as she pushed back slightly against his thrusts, trying to get more of him inside of her as they continued.
"You can go… harder, Harry. Please." She spoke through gasps and moans, only partially stuttering due to how sharply he was pushing into her. Any more words she would have wanted to use were cut off as she felt him pick up the pace and push into her harder, just as she asked. His grunts and groans reminded her of that first night she had seen him. So carnal, feral almost, Merlin it was amazing. She let out another gasp when one hand moved to her shoulder and gripped firmly as the other hand still rested on her hip, the pace getting a little more erratic. She decided, after a few more moans and gasps, to let go just that bit extra.
"Give it to me, Harry… every drop. I want to feel your warmth inside of me." She looked back at him, worrying her lip in pleasure before his eyes caught hers and she was sure she felt his desire, lust, and love flood her through his eyes. He let out a low grunt and pumped into her a few more times before her core was filled to the very brim with his warm release.
Her own juices coated his shaft and lap as she milked him for every drop he had to offer. He held her shoulders with both hands and ground into her ass before leaning forward and turning her head for a kiss. He suckled her neck and then pulled out of her quickly. She groaned at the lack of warmth within her and then gasped when she found herself sitting on the desk, groaning again as he filled her like that. He gave her a kiss and stroked her sides and thighs.
"My sweet 'Mione. You should know better than that… to think that I'm done with you already." She blushed but then leaned back as he started again, hands pressed against the flat top of the desk as he powered into her all over again.
Their laps and the floor would be a mess of their combined juices, and the desk would have to be cleaned thoroughly, but it was well worth it in the end.
Nearly two hours later found Hermione sleeping like a log on Harry's bed. Clean, sore, satiated, and most importantly stress-free. He would wake up with her extra early and help her with the essay. He kissed her cheek and then tucked her in, going to make sure the rest of his ladies were fine before he decided to call it a night. He was pleased to see that his Vixens were back, and they looked damned pleased as well. His Indian beauties were playing Parchisi, and they seemed very into it. His Slytherin sweeties were all talking amongst themselves but there were no masks. Everyone was themselves, in these rooms. He smiled at that, it was a good feeling. He thought, once again, that though he had lost a lot to get here.. and been through strife, his life was damned good right now. He wouldn't change that for the world.