Chapter 10: A promise and a bet.
Friday, November 25, 1994.
Just after lunch break.
Neville moaned as he looked down into the beautiful brown eyes of his girlfriend Hannah, her head bobbed forward and backward at a tortuously slow pace as she gently, lovingly, suckled him.
He gently cradled her head with one hand, while the other was pressed against the wall, if for no other reason than he simply didn't know what to do with it.
Hannah smiled at him around the penis in her mouth, her eyes burning with hunger, but also shining with love. She knew her parents would not be too happy with her if they knew she was Bonding with Neville before they were technically allowed to, but…what they didn't know, wouldn't hurt them.
"Ha—Hannah…" Neville moaned as she drew back, his shaft leaving her mouth with an audible 'pop'.
"My my, Mister Longbottom…this is quite an impressive wand you have here." She said in a low husky tone, as she pressed her lips to his urethra in a loving kiss, flicking the tip of her tongue against it a few times, then she tilted her head and leaned in, one hand coming up to gently cradle his balls as she started to inhale, then she opened her mouth and blew warm air over the two orbs she held in her hand, then planted an open-mouthed kiss against each one, grinning to herself as she felt him jerk. Then she pulled back, her tongue trailing the underside of his shaft in a long broad lick.
"Yes. A very impressive wand. And I have two warm, tight and wet holsters that I think this will fit in perfectly." She then winked up at him as she made a show of repositioning herself on the floor, then, making sure he was watching her left hand, she moved it up and under her skirt, between her legs, the rapid moving of her arm and the faint wet sounds that could be heard a clear indication of what she was doing.
Then, pressing her lips to his tip in another kiss, she then started to lick his crown. Then she briefly pulled back, and whispered, "Did I say two? My mistake, I meant three." And with that, she opened her mouth and engulfed his entire length, not stopping until her lips and nose were pressed into his pubic hair, and his tip was at the back of her throat.
For his part, Neville's brain nearly flatlined as he felt his girlfriend's throat constrict as she swallowed to overcome her gag reflex, as she started to breathe heavily through her nose, then she moaned and closed her eyes.
His head lolled back against the wall of the broom cupboard they were in, and he fought desperately to stop himself from thrusting, she'd already taken him into the back of her throat, he figured she wouldn't appreciate it if he started forcing his dick down her throat, even if he could get any more in, though he figured his shaft wasn't that flexible anyway.
But by Merlin, what she was doing felt amazing! He wondered how she was so good at this, since this was their first time doing this since agreeing to try the Bonding process a little earlier than was customarily allowed, after their talk with Harry and Hermione. And although they hadn't been dating that long, Hannah had said she was ready to try it, and he'd agreed, and after their talk with Harry and Hermione, the two of them had sworn to keep an eye on Draco, and if either of them found themselves in a similar position to his housemates, then they promised each other that each could count on the other for everything.
That, and that they would brutally murder the one responsible for using that curse on them, whoever it would be.
Then she started to bob her head in earnest, and their little private space was soon filled with the sounds of sucking, quiet slurping and gulping, with the occasional gulping, and the heavy sound of her breathing through her nose.
His body tensed, he was getting close, but he desperately tried to will himself not to cum, he wanted this to last forever. He reached down and took hold the hand that was gently stroking his sac, gently interlacing his fingers with hers as she looked up at him questioningly, their eyes locked, and he smiled, panting as he swallowed, trying to wet his suddenly dry mouth. Then he felt his balls tighten and he knew it wouldn't be long, then, with a grunt and an involuntary thrust, he pushed his hips forward a little as his body locked up and he cried out.
"Ha—Hannah…! I'm…I'm…!"
That was all the warning Hannah Abbott got before her mouth was filled with a thick slightly salty, and slightly bitter liquid. The first spurt it the back of her throat and she almost gagged, but resolutely kept going, she clamped her mouth down, swallowing to close off her throat and stop herself choking, and she pulled back, just as a second spurt hit the roof of her mouth, then a third, then finally, just as she drew back, until just his glans was in her mouth, a final spurt and trickle hit the underside of her tongue.
"Mmmph! Mmmph…Mmm…Mmmmm…Hhhmmmmm..."
Hannah let out several muffled surprised yelps which quickly turned into moans as the taste of Neville's cum fully registered, and she mulled the taste over in her mind as she gently suckled on his sensitive tip, extracting the last few droplets of semen from her boyfriend.
'Hm, a little salty, but also kind of sweet…I like it.' she thought, then she tilted her head back and opened her mouth, letting him see the pool of white that filled most of it, then she closed it and swallowed, then shuddered as her own climax finally crashed over her, and she stiffened, sucking in a quick breath as her body shook in small tremors, and she slowly sucked his softening length back into her mouth as a high pitched cry, that was muffled down to a moan, emanated from her. Then she sagged against his legs as hers finally gave out.
She found herself being pulled unsteadily to her feet, her left hand still between her legs, now covered in her own juices as Neville drew her to him with his free arm and kissed her, evidently not caring that he could taste himself on her, which scored him some points in her book.
Pulling back, she panted and looked at him, her lips swollen and her face flushed.
"How was that stud?" she panted. Neville grinned.
"Amazing." He panted, as he started to tuck himself away, only to look down and catch a glimpse of where her left hand still was, her skirt bunched up behind it.
"How did you get so good?" he asked. She smiled and winked.
"I asked a few of the older girls for some tips."
"Urm…" he felt his face flush even more, and he looked away, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. "Sorry…"
"What for?" she asked, tilting her head slightly and smiling at him, her eyes half lidded with affection.
"For urm…looking?" he asked awkwardly. Her answering laughter was gentle and warm, not condescending or mocking in any way.
"Nev, darling, I just gave you your first blowjob, swallowed your cum, my first mouthful of cum ever, and on top of that, you're my boyfriend. If anyone on this planet has the right to see that part, or any other part of my body, at anytime, anywhere, it's you. Want a closer look?" she said, her last question came out as a husky whisper.
Mutely, Neville nodded, and she gently patted him on the shoulder, coaxing him down to sit on the bench, then she moved in front of him, and holding her skirt in place with her right hand, she pulled her left away from her slit.
Her fingers were wet and covered in moisture, she then turned her wrist, until her palm was facing him, and she extended her middle and ring finger towards him, the two that had been inside her.
Wordlessly, he reached up and pulled her hand to him, and took her fingers into his mouth and started to suck. He let out a slight moan at the taste, not quite able to place it, then he looked at her slit more closely, noting with interest how swollen, puffy and wet her smooth lips were. They were also slightly parted, allowing him to see what lay beneath.
This close, he could also feel the heat radiating from her, and he could smell her, and not just her hand either.
And in his humble opinion, he'd never seen or smelt anything so beautiful.
Then his eyes tracked up and he froze, his eyes widening and he stopped sucking her fingers, even though he was pretty sure they were clean now.
"Surprise." Hannah said with a smile in her voice.
There, just above her slit, where her pubic hair should have been, was a tattoo. A magical tattoo, that was animated. He recognized it of course.
A stylized medieval shield split into two colors: blue on the left, red on the right, bridged by a yellow chevron. Layered over the chevron, in a triangle patter, were three depictions of a rope, tied in a knot, from which hung a horn. And on either side of the shield, stood a grey eagle, each tall with their heads raised and beaks open, their wings unfurled.
As he watched, the eagles occasionally fluttered their wings and clicked their beaks, letting out silent cries of challenge.
Neville stared, shocked and fascinated, and more than a little flattered, for there right in front of him, right above his girlfriend's smooth and very wet fanny, was an animated tattoo of the Longbottom Family Crest.
His Family Crest.
"Urm…Wow…" he said, as she pulled her hand away.
"You like it? It's only temporary, it'll fade in a month or two. Though I am planning to get a permanent one."
"Wow…" he said again.
"I know it's a bit early for that kind of step, but I figured I might as well send a message to everyone else around me, even if no-one besides you will ever see this. I am yours. And even when I'm in bed at night in my dorm, you will still be with me." Hannah said as she released her skirt and it fell back around her legs, and it was then that Neville finally realized, she had gone commando.
"Wow…" Neville said a third time. Hannah giggled and pulled him to his feet, kissing him again.
"Come on Nev, we've got classes to get to."
And with that, she turned and unlocked the door, and they headed out.
"Oh sure, like I'd be able to concentrate on lessons after that." He joked.
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Hermione worried her lower lip as she made her way down to the Dungeons for double Potions after lunch, she was feeling…horny. And on top of that, she was feeling slightly guilty. During lunch, she'd thought about the talk that she and Harry had had the night before, and how she hadn't mentioned her little 'encounter' with Krum in the library, and that she'd promised him a second round.
Obviously, she couldn't now, since she now had a boyfriend, it wouldn't be right.
'No more right than you encouraging him to go muff-diving with other girls?' her inner voice asked, Hermione slowed, but didn't stop.
'That's different.' She replied.
'How so?'
'My period is coming up, and I don't think Harry wants to run the risk of getting a mouth full of blood. I'm fairly sure he wouldn't like it, unless he was a vampire.' Hermione reasoned.
'There are charms and spells for that. You know this.' Her inner voice replied.
Hermione sighed. 'I know that, but those charms are meant to keep a witch's knickers clean. My bleeding doesn't run on a schedule. Nothing would kill the mood faster than him suddenly getting a mouthful of blood and choking on it. So better for him to get what he needs elsewhere.'
'You're assuming he would want to. You're assuming he would not see it as cheating. And what if he insists that you feed from others?'
'I don't need to though.'
'What if he insists? What if he refuses to go to someone else if you won't? What will you two do during the summer months while he is staying with you and your parents, assuming you can arrange that? Whose fanny will he dive into then? Your mum's?'
Hermione stopped. She hated to admit it, but her inner voice had a point.
What was she going to do during the summer months? Especially if she couldn't, or if McGonagall couldn't, arrange for them to spend the summer under the same roof.
And even if they did spend the summer together, what would they do when her time came around again?
After several minutes of trying, and failing, to come up with some solutions, Hermione sighed.
"One thing at a time. For now, find Harry and tell him about Krum, and hope he won't be too mad. Besides, we've started Bonding now, so with the curse boosting it, I should start producing milk in a few weeks or so, so he could just use that."
'You're assuming that will work.' Her inner voice replied, 'And what happens in the event one of you just isn't in the mood to give head?'
'What do you mean?' Hermione asked, somehow not finding it strange that she was having a silent conversation with herself.
'Simple. There will no doubt be times or even days where one of you just isn't in the mood to dive between the other's legs. Or anyone's legs for that matter. What will you do then?'
'We'll manage.' She replied. Then a thought occurred to her as she turned a corner, heading towards the Charms classroom. 'Besides, the Curse also causes elevated arousal in its victims that is almost constant, so not 'being in the mood' is probably irrelevant, at this point. Besides, the book said there is a chance the frequency of our feedings may go down eventually, probably after we've finalized the Bond.'
'There's no guarantee of that. Just because you're drooling like a leaking tap and he's probably as hard as a baseball bat, doesn't necessarily mean you two will mentally want to do it. Never thought I'd have to explain that to you, and anyway, the book also mentioned animals as a possible source. Could you and Harry really take that step?'
Hermione paused, thinking, trying to imagine a situation where she or Harry would have to resort to that. She tried to ignore the mental image her inner voice had created of what that would entail, but she couldn't.
And while she did feel uncomfortable as she started to picture herself doing something that normally she'd never consider doing, she was so surprised at the sudden spike in her own arousal that she stumbled forward and braced herself against a wall.
"Argh!…You're too damn horny for your own good Granger." She growled at herself as a shiver of lust rippled through her, and she felt her core pulse at the mental image of her on her knees next to a Centaur. Of course, she doubted any of the centaurs would ever allow that to happen. They were a very proud and private people, and not too fond of humans, after all.
Then her mind betrayed her again, and another image, of her on her knees next to a Unicorn stallion, doing the same thing, came into her mind, and hermione bit her lip to suppress the slight moan escaping as another pulse of arousal shot through her, and she screwed her eyes shut and bowed her head in shame as she felt moisture start to trickle down her thighs.
'God damn it!' she mentally cried in frustration as a single tear trickled down a cheek.
'You think it's bad now.'
'What do you mean? Are you my libido or something? And shut up! This, right here, is YOUR fault!'
'No, I'm just part of you. Face it, you're going to be in a for a rough week. You always get turned on really easily round your period, usually you deal with it alone in private. You won't have that luxury now. And judging by what just happened, I'm guessing this Curse will make it ten times worse for you. You're going to end up being so horny that you'll probably end up wanting to fuck or suck anything with a penis, or maybe even a vagina, in and around the school, Hogsmeade or the Forest, regardless of how many legs it has.'
Hermione straightened up, her face flushing with embarrassment, arousal, indignation, shame and anger as she scowled. She was so lucky the corridor was deserted right now, if anyone had approached her now, she wasn't sure if she could stop herself from pouncing on them.
'I will NOT be going into the Forest to give blowjobs to random Unicorns or Centaurs!' she yelled mentally. 'And for your information, I can keep a tight rein on my sex drive, thank you very much!'
'We'll see. Besides, I never said you had to go into the Forest. You could always use the Room if Harry isn't available. Besides, it's not really bestiality if it's a non-living magical construct, right?'
'We're not having this conversation anymore. Besides, if it's a non-living magical construct, it can't produce anything, which means it's useless.' Hermione mentally snapped, forcing the mental images her over-active imagination was trying to show her to the back of her mind. But as much as she tried to forget and burry the mental conversation she'd just had with herself, and the thoughts that had surfaced, she couldn't. She sighed. Her inner voice was right about one thing, she was going to be in for a rough week, and maybe weekend.
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Unfortunately, enduring Snape's not so subtle jabs at Gryffindor during their double Potions lesson hadn't distracted her too much, not to mention the fact that she and Harry hadn't had the time to 'feed' after lunch, since he'd gotten swept away by some of the boys, and she was starting to get hungry and a little tired again, and looking at Harry, it was clear he was in no better shape.
She rubbed her thighs together as she tried to concentrate on the potion they were making, but it was difficult.
'Never try to brew potions while horny.' She thought, it was an un-needed distraction. Speaking of…her gaze involuntarily went down to her right side, down to Harry's lap, where he was occasionally shifting under the guise of stirring the cauldron. She could clearly make out the distortion in his pants and she unconsciously licked her lips as she felt her clit throb. Somehow, she'd managed to keep herself together enough not to pounce on him or any of the other boys around her, though it was taking all of her self-control to do so.
Merlin…her inner voice was right. This damned curse was going to make her period worse! This was usually how she was at the height of her cycle, not at least two days before it even started! If she didn't get any time immediately after dinner, then she'd have to head to the Room with Harry. Because right now, she just wanted to screw the Potions lesson and eat some dick. Preferably Harry's.
A thought occurred to her, an idea; reach down into Harry's lap and quickly bring him off, then lean over under the guise of retrieving something dropped, and catch his release and quickly swallow it, but she quickly dismissed the idea. To do that properly without getting caught, she'd have to cast a Notice-Me-Not charm on themselves, to avoid being seen by the students to the back, left or right, and there was no guarantee Snape wouldn't catch her casting it and give them both Detention.
He'd been watching the both of them like a hawk since the first lesson started, and they were just into the second. The last thing she wanted right now, was getting served Detention when all she wanted to do was lean over and have a decent quick meal, and have a very important itch scratched.
Then again, he'd looked even more unpleasantly at Harry, and would probably heap a generous points deduction on top of the detention, just because.
'Merlin…I hope I can maintain concentration enough until after dinner…'
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At the Head Table, during Dinner, Albus sat eating his evening meal, contemplating. The school was still abuzz about the events of the previous day, and he reasoned, would be that way for some time.
McGonagall had come into his office later in the day, after the Task, and after getting Harry settled in at Gryffindor Tower, and had inquired as to why he had gone into the tent after the Task. A valid question, and one he'd prepared for. He knew he couldn't outright lie to her, as she'd more than likely see right through it, so he'd done the next best thing, and gone with a half-truth. Not an outright lie, but not exactly the full truth either.
~ Flashback ~
"Ah, Minerva, what can I do for you?" Albus said, as his Second walked in, a frown on her face.
"Albus, I want to know what you thought you were doing going into that tent today. It was highly irregular."
Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.
"It was my prerogative. As the Headmaster of the Hosting School, I was merely checking on the wellbeing of the Champions, not in my capacity as a Judge, but as a Headmaster, especially since one of said Champions had just done something no-one in recorded history has ever seen before. There is precedent for it, I'm sure." That wasn't completely true, while it was his prerogative to visit the medical tent after an event, as the Headmaster of the Hosting school, he hadn't been interested in the wellbeing of all the Champions, just one. And he had actually gone to the tent to find out exactly how Harry had done what he'd done, it wasn't until he was right outside the flap that he'd heard Poppy's diagnosis and he'd panicked.
"I cleared this with Igor and Olympe before I approached the tent."
That was a lie of course, he hadn't. He'd used a clever bit of spell work to make sure they didn't notice him heading in the direction of the tent.
Minerva raised an eyebrow, it was clear by her expression that she didn't fully believe him, and he mentally sighed.
"Fine then, what about Mister Potter's summer months? How are you going to make sure he's taken care of, since you're so insistent on him going back to…those people?" Minerva asked.
Albus paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts.
"You may have noticed those devices I have on my shelf over there? Each one is keyed to the wards that protect #4 Privet Drive, as well as Harry himself, so I can monitor his wellbeing. Yes, I know what you're going to say, those are not fool-proof, which is why I've also had a former member of the Order watching the house since the Christmas of 81."
Minerva blinked. That was news to her. "Who?"
"Arabella Figg. She's in #12 Privet Drive, right across the street from #4."
~ Flashback ends ~
He thought more about that conversation. After the revelation about Arabella watching Harry all this time, Minerva had seemed irritated, as if she were contemplating on asking how the woman could have missed the years of abuse he'd clearly been suffering. He was aware of that of course, but it was an unfortunate necessary evil, if Harry was living in the Magical World, and word got out, as it would, that address would quickly become known and targeted.
He'd lost count of how much mail he'd had to intercept over the years, and not all of it had been kind, some of it had been downright deadly. Letters and parcels with portkey charms on the letters that would trigger as soon as the envelopes were opened or parcels unwrapped. Curses and jinxes and dangerous potions, you named it, it was there, on some of the mail.
After Minerva had calmed down somewhat, she'd then brought up another topic that had worn on his patience.
Draco Malfoy.
She'd demanded that he expel the Malfoy Heir and call in Amelia Bones and have him arrested for using a borderline Unforgivable Curse and Attempted Line Assassination. Saying that if he didn't, he ran the risk of Draco doing something like that again, or worse.
And if he did, she would call in Amelia.
He'd put his foot down at that. Technically, as Headmaster, he was the only one who could call in the DMLE, the only time the Deputy Head could do it, was if he were out of the castle or otherwise indisposed.
He could not allow Draco to be expelled, that would set him on the path to Voldemort. The same path his father had taken.
He knew Voldemort was still out there, it was only a matter of time before he resurfaced, and the last thing they needed was Riddle being handed new recruits on a plate in the form of expelled, disgruntled students.
So he had denied her demands, and had said that the punishments he'd already handed out should be enough of a deterrent.
She'd scoffed at that, her expression making it seem she was bout to blow her fuse.
"Point Deductions, Detentions, being banned from the Ball and losing his Candidacy as a Prefect is NOT enough!" She'd argued, getting angry. But he'd held his ground.
She'd huffed, then turned and stormed out, pausing just long enough to tell him that she was certain Draco would act up again, and if he did, she would do what needed to be done.
Just before she'd left, he'd asked her to give him the book she'd confiscated, so he could look through it for information on the Curse, she'd begrudgingly agreed, then left, returning a few moments later with the book.
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In the Room of Requirement, Harry sighed as he basked in the warm afterglow of both his second climax, and the warm feeling he got after a 'feeding'. This was the first time that he and Hermione had gone multiple rounds in a single session. He kissed his girlfriend's head as she nuzzled against him, her naked warm and soft body moulded perfectly to his own as he wrapped an arm around her, a thin sheen of sweat covering them both.
Harry would have been perfectly content to spend the night on the lush 4 meter wide bed that Hermione had conjured when she'd literally dragged him in through the door, and before he'd even known what was happening, she'd started tearing his clothes off, almost frantically, before pushing him to the bed and climbing onto the bed, lifting her skirt, showing she wasn't wearing knickers beneath it, and pushing her hips back towards him and ordering him to attend her by saying "Harry James Potter, get on this bed and EAT ME!"
In that position, on all fours with her skirt round her waist, her bum thrust back at him and her legs spread wide, she'd looked very inviting, and, if he were honest with himself, so had her butt. He'd briefly thought of paying some attention to that, but decided against it, as he wasn't sure yet how she'd react. So he'd stripped, climbed onto the large circular bed, laid down behind her and given her what she'd wanted.
After her first climax, she'd turned around and pounced on him, using her wand to remove the rest of her clothes.
Then they'd sixty-nined, though it she hadn't been as aggressive second time round.
Now they lay together, just enjoying the warmth they both felt.
Part of him started to wonder what it would be like to adopt a nudist/naturist lifestyle, sure, there was nothing inherently sexual about it, but a body as beautiful as his new girlfriend's deserved to be fully kissed by the full light of the sun.
'Speaking of kissing her full body…' he thought as an idea struck him.
"Harry…" Hermione said, her voice quiet. He looked down, she seemed very nervous suddenly.
"Hmm?"
"There's…something I need to tell you."
"Yes?" He whispered into her hair, running his hands slowly down her back to gently caress the firm cheeks of her bum. She really did have a nice bum.
"A couple of days ago, after our little session in that corridor where I was rather persistent…well, later that day, I went to the Library and ran into Viktor Krum…"
Harry raised an eyebrow, he remembered that day, he'd been surprised that she'd been so adamant, that he'd been nicely surprised at her enthusiasm. Had that really been Tuesday? He and Hermione had had so much sex, yes oral still counted, that he couldn't quite remember.
"Oh really? How'd that go? Was he still getting your name wrong?" He asked, smiling with amusement despite himself, he knew he shouldn't find it funny, but he couldn't help it.
Hermione nodded, smiling a little herself, then forged ahead. "It went…ok I guess. Not much happened, though I did urm…'feed' from him in the Restricted Section."
Harry looked down at her, as she turned her head to look up at him, her eyes full of emotions he wasn't sure he could place.
"Really? You must have been really worked up then."
"You're not mad?"
"Why would I be mad? You needed to feed."
"Well, I AM your girlfriend, and I just basically admitted that I gave some other guy head only a short time after giving you some. Worse, I promised him a second round at a later date, obviously that can't happen now. But there's also the issue of how that would make me look if rumours started going around, the last thing I want to be seen as is a whore, which is exactly what Draco wants to happen. When it eventually gets out that I'm your girlfriend, the last thing I want is people thinking I can't be faithful."
Harry paused and thought for a moment. A slight frown creasing his face. Yes, a small, very small part of him was jealous, but, his rational mind reasoned that Hermione had needed to do what she did, and he hadn't been present. He knew he couldn't always be there for her, just like she couldn't and wouldn't always be there for him, though they would both try.
By that same token, could he feed from other girls during her cycle, without feeling any guilt over it? Without feeling like he was cheating on Hermione in some way? He didn't have an answer.
'I'm sure I'll find some way to manage.' He thought.
"I'll just have to tell him that the second round I promised isn't going to happen. Hopefully he'll understand." Hermione said as she snuggled against him, sighing as Harry's left hand trailed slowly down her back.
"Good idea, just let him down gently." Harry said. Hermione nodded.
"You sure you're not upset?" She asked, looking up at him, her brown eyes filled with affection and a little trepidation. Harry smiled and leaned in, planting a small kiss on her temple.
"I'm sure. If this had happened after we'd agreed to be together, I would have been a little more upset, but I understand why you did it, and that it wasn't entirely of your own choice."
Hermione smiled as she felt a warmth swell within her chest, and she leaned forward to kiss him, her arms going around his neck as she pressed her breasts to his chest. Their eyes closed and they both moaned as their tongues started to dance.
"I love you." She whispered, her eyes half lidded and filled with love and adoration. 'I really don't deserve him.'
"I love you too, 'Mione."
"Hmm…I like that." She whispered again. She then giggled as she felt his hand caress her ass again. "That tickles!"
Harry chuckled as Hermione straddled him and he cradled her face with his right hand.
"Oh? You mean…this?" He whispered, as he slowly brushed his fingers over the firm mounds of her butt, gently and slowly wiggling his fingers against her skin, paying particular attention to the valley between them, though he couldn't get his finger in too far. Hermione giggled again and wiggled her hips then brought her knees up until she was putting her weight on her feet, her knees by her chest, which allowed his middle and index fingers to go deeper. He felt her stiffen, as she gasped, then she lowered her knees again, until she was once again kneeling, trapping his questing fingers.
"Yeeesss..." she breathed.
Harry chuckled. "What can I say Hermione Granger, you have a very nice bum."
"Oh? So you're an arse man, are you?" She asked as she started to run her hands over his chest, tracing the faint lines of muscle built up over years of Quidditch practice.
'Who'd have thought riding a broom would be considered good exercise?' she thought. 'Then again, it could be just all the running round the castle we do.'
"I guess so, I mean, I've been within kissing distance of it quite a lot over the past week, and I even have kissed it once, and you seemed to like it."
"Hm…I did." Hermione purred, them she smirked as she felt something start to harden against her stomach. "And let me just say, Harry Potter, you have a very nice dick."
"You mean this one?" He asked, clenching his muscles, making his shaft twitch against her, she hummed and pressed down against him.
"Yes, that one."
"Good, 'cause it's the only one I've got. Can't exactly trade it in for something bigger." Harry quipped.
Hermione rolled her eyes. By Morgana, she wanted him inside her! She wanted to feel that part of him that was so gloriously male filling her in a way nothing else ever had. To feel it swell and throb as he thrust it deep into her, she wanted to feel him come inside her. She even wanted to feel her belly swelling with a growing baby inside her.
She paused, blinking. 'Again? Why am I thinking about that now? I'm nowhere near ready to be a mum. Though it would be nice…one day.'
But she wasn't ready for that yet, and from what she'd read about the Bond, having intercourse too early, before it was fully formed, could have unexpected side effects, though what, it didn't say. But that was just the regular Bonding, not taking any extra modifiers, like this damned curse into account. She also wasn't sure if anal sex counted, though she wasn't quite comfortable with the idea of that just yet. While she did enjoy his fingers back there, she wasn't sure she was ready for something as thick as his shaft back there.
'Although, this coming week, I'll probably be so horny I won't care.' She thought.
"I'm surprised you…want another round…what would that make? Four for you, three for me?" Harry asked as he moved both his hands up to cup and gently massage her breasts, tracing his fingers over her hard nipples.
She nodded as she shifted, then reached down as she raised up, taking hold of his shaft, she ever so gently slid back his foreskin, exposing his sensitive glans, which she started to rub slowly and sensually through her vulva, pressing the crown against her hard clit as she started to rock her hips.
"Actually, three for both of us." She replied, as she sighed with pleasure then stiffened, letting out a gasp as she positioned his tip at her entrance and pressed down a little, pressing the head of his penis a little way inside her vagina.
She arched her back, her eyes going wide at the sensation. Through sheer force of will, she managed to stop herself from slamming down on him and impaling herself.
"Holy shit…" she gasped.
"Merlin, that feels tight!" Harry said, his body tensing at the truly fantastic sensations on the tip of his shaft. He looked down, watching as Hermione pulled his shaft out of her vulva with a keening whine, the glans dark red with blood, and glistening wet with her sweet juices.
Her lips were swollen, dark reddish pink, her inner lips also visible, and at the top of her slit, he could see the hard little nub of her erect clitoris, also shining with wetness as Hermione pushed his shaft down against his body, then sat down on it with enough force to make them both grunt.
He could smell her too, the air was thick with the scent of sex, the thick, heady and sweet scent of Hermione, and if he was honest with himself, he'd never smelled anything more gorgeous, more delicious.
"God Harry, I want this beautiful dick inside me! I never realised just how thick you were…it's gonna feel soooo good when I eventually get you inside me."
Harry nodded. He knew she was tight; she'd felt tight on his fingers the few times he'd gently probed with them.
"Like I said, I'm surprised you wanted another round."
"Heh…get used to it. This is what I was like during my period before the Curse, now, well, I'm honestly worried how…ugh…oh yeah! How I'm going to concentrate on my class-classes!" Hermione gasped as she started to grind her labia against the underside of his shaft, grunting every time her hard clit pressed against and moved along the underside of his shaft.
Harry then gently pulled her down until she was laying on top of him, as she stared into his green eyes, her own dilated pupils so wide her irises almost gone. Their noses bumped, then their lips met in a passionate kiss, and their tongues started duelling. He wrapped his arms around her in a tight, loving embrace, and gently squeezed, pulling her full weight down on himself.
She moaned into his mouth and started grinding against him with a bit more aggression.
When they broke the kiss, Hermione started lavishing attention on his face, ears and neck, pressing her lips against the beating pulse in his neck as she mewled in pleasure.
As he started to kiss her neck in return, he changed his focus from her neck to her face, and to her ears, which he gently started to lick, making her giggle. He held her tighter as she shook with laughter at his actions. Then he put his mouth on her neck, formed a tight seal with his lips, and bit.
"Aaah! Aooohhh! Mmmph!" Hermione gasped as she pressed her lips to the base of his neck, breathing heavily, she delivered a firm bite of her own.
Harry grunted and moaned as he thrust his hips up in response, pressing Hermione pressed her clit against him with a particularly forceful thrust.
Then, in a move that made her squeak in a very cute way, he suddenly tightened his grip on her again, then rolled. He didn't stop until she was on her back, then he pulled back, kissing her mouth once more as they gazed into each other's eyes, then he started kissing down her front.
Starting with her collarbone, he took a moment to admire the rather nice and vivid love-bite he'd just given her. She'd need a glammur charm to hide that, assuming she wanted to. Tracing his tongue over her collarbone, he felt her shiver as he moved down, and started to slowly lick her left breast, hissing in Parseltongue as he did.
"Ooohhh…Haaarrrryyy!" she keened as her head fell to one side.
-=-=-=-
Sometime later, they both lay, sated and spent, at the centre of the bed.
"Consider that a preview of things to come this week, lover." She said, before leaning down to kiss him. When she pulled back, he smiled.
"This is what you were normally like…before?" Harry asked.
"During the peak of my cycle, yeah…just not quite so…intense…during the build-up, I usually did get a little more antsy, have some cramps and maybe some moodiness, but nothing like…this…which is why I think this is the Curse…" Hermione replied.
"So…during your period next week…" Harry asked.
"I think, there will be a high possibility of me probably going crazy for sex…desperate even. I might even beg for you to Shag. My. Brains. Out. Hell, I might even wind up ambushing Daphne, Susan, Luna or one of my dormmates, even though I'm not into girls, I might get so horny, I won't care if they're girls."
Harry raised an eyebrow, as he tried to will himself not to get hard again, thinking about his gorgeous girlfriend getting friendly with another girl. His wholly male brain did see the attraction of course, though it did confuse him as to why he, and he assumed most straight boys, found the idea of two girls having sex so hot. Maybe it was a curiosity of how exactly it…well,…worked. Then another thought occurred to him.
How would the curse affect him? Especially if he were in a position where he had no choice but to feed from other girls, could he stop himself from going too far? From doing something they wouldn't want him to do, or worse, that he wouldn't normally do with anyone but Hermione? If any of them offered to give him a blowjob or a handjob after feeding him, would he have the mental capacity to resist and say no?
Or would his lust override his judgement? Would he be overcome by his hormones and base instincts when confronted with a half-naked female, the curse and the situation, and as a result, be unable to stop himself from taking advantage of those offering to help him? What if some of them tried to take advantage of him? And although that seemed unlikely, it was suddenly a concern for him.
What if…merlin forbid, one of the girls was Ginny?
That latent thought drew his mind to the two youngest Weasleys. Ron still hadn't apologized for the whole "You cheated!" thing, and after his and Hermione's talk in the common room with the rest of their house, Ron and Ginny's reactions at first, hadn't been that drastic. Sure, they'd been shocked, just like everyone else, though that was more to do with the details about the curse and what it required of them.
Even during that impromptu party Gryffindor had thrown, the two of them had been lukewarm to them at best, almost cordial.
That morning though, when they were leaving for breakfast, Harry had caught sight of the two talking quietly, and they'd stopped when he'd approached, and looked at him.
With the revelation that he and Hermione had been effectively a couple for almost a week before telling them, well, he hadn't missed the furiously jealous look in Ron's eyes. There had been a look in them he honestly hadn't liked, though it had been very brief. Clearly Ron was learning to hide his jealously, at least to some extent. Unless he was around Malfoy.
Ginny had looked momentarily heart-broken, until she'd realized who was approaching and quickly schooled herself. When Hermione had appeared, an incredibly brief, so brief he almost missed it, look of jealousy, anger and resentment came over her face, that now that he thought about it, made him concerned.
He'd have to watch them, carefully, and he'd have to tell Hermione to be mindful of Ron. And if Ginny did come to him during the coming week, he's just have to refuse her offers. He just hoped she wouldn't be too persistent.
Deciding to put the two youngest Weasleys out of his mind for the moment, he focused on Hermione and asked something else that had come to mind.
"So what will happen while the Bond is…forming?" Harry asked while he slowly sat up next to her, then straddled her hips, his semi-erection resting against her bum as he leaned forward and started to gently massage her shoulders and back.
"Urm…from what Pomfrey told me, when I asked her about it, for reference against what I read in that red book…normally, it would take about a year to fully form if we stuck to the minimum required 'sessions', me giving you a blowjob and swallowing your cum 3 times a week which over time would bind my core to yours, with me starting to produce milk roughly nine months in, which you would have to drink to bind your core to mine. Over the period of those 9 months, the Bond would start to develop, starting with basic changes; first we'd…mmm…oh yeah…first we'd develop a sort of…ugh…empathic radar if you will…"
"Oh? And what will that do?" Harry asked as he gently pressed onto the flesh of her back.
"Basically…it'll allow us to…mmm…sense each other, like…oh yeah…it'll let each of us sense how the other is feeling, and where they are, not a precise location…just a general direction, at least until you get close, then it'll become more precise. And later, when the Bond is more stable, or just after it's finalised, that empathic link may turn psychic." Hermione gasped the last word as his hands moved down and he scooted backwards, his shaft leaving the warm, soft mounds of her bum, which he took in hand and started to knead.
"So we'll be able to talk in our heads?" he asked, idly letting a hand glide up over her back again.
"Yes, and there may be other benefits. Though I'm not sure what yet." She replied, closing her eyes and smiling as she enjoyed the impromptu massage. "There are caveats though, as one would expect with soul bonds…"
"Like?" he asked, pausing his massage, but not taking his hands off her back.
"We may sometimes see or hear thoughts we wouldn't want to from the other, at least, until we learn how to control what is shared. So at first, we may have trouble keeping things that we'd want to keep private to ourselves, well, to ourselves. There's also another big concern. If one of the bonded pair were to die, there is a chance the other could die too from shock, and in the off chance they don't, they're left with severe mental and emotional damage."
Harry thought, those were pretty big caveats, did he have the right to have that kind of impact on her life? No, he didn't. But they'd already started bonding, and it wasn't as if they could exactly stop now. The only way to stop the bonding process was for the oral sex to stop, and that wasn't possible in their case.
"How often was it like this before? And did you usually get so…juicy?" he asked, deciding to try a less grim subject.
She got a thoughtful look, "Usually only once, maybe twice, during the absolute peak of my cycle, but now? Thanks to this Curse? No way to know until it happens. One thing is for sure, I'm going to be horny as hell probably for most of the week. As for my squirting? No, I didn't start doing that until after the curse hit me. I think it's another of the side-effects, intended to make sure you get a good feeding. Which is odd for a curse to do, so maybe it was part of the original spell's design, I'm not sure. Just a lot of theorizing. No real way to prove anything."
"When should we expect it to start?" Harry asked.
"Well, I'm not sure, probably Sunday at the earliest, Monday or Tuesday at the very latest, first indication will be menstrual bleeding though, and possibly cramps, I do get those too. So, for now, guess I'm wearing knickers to bed again. And of course, there is the highly emotional state I'll be in, and the potential moodiness. Don't be surprised if I get insistent and…demanding."
"And you still want me to feed from someone else during the week?" he asked as he leaned over and planted a few kisses on her shoulders while his hands travelled down her arms.
Neither of them knew yet if they could get what they needed from the donations of other members of their own gender, or even their own fluids, though Harry doubted that last one, and he wasn't really in a hurry to try it if he was honest with himself.
Hermione hummed with bliss as she felt him start to massage her back again, his gorgeous, delicious cock, at least in her biased opinion, now hard again, once again resting against her bum. She gave an impish grin as she wigged her buttocks against his shaft a little.
Their sleeping arrangements usually had him on his back, with her on top of him on her front, they hadn't really spooned much, so she hadn't had many opportunities to feel him against her ass over the last week, but if she were honest with herself, she really liked the way his dick felt against her bum, soft or hard.
"Better not to risk you getting a mouth full of blood. This sort of thing can't be timed, as it doesn't work to a schedule. Sure, you might be fine and get lucky eating me out one time, but the next, you get a mouth full of blood, and I'm pretty sure you don't want that, since nothing will kill the mood faster…other than you calling out a guy's name when you cum." She said with a smirk as she made a move to turn over and sit up.
"Oh Merlin no!" Harry said, cringing as he sat up and reached for his own wand. Yeah, that would super awkward.
"Aren't there charms for that sort of thing?" he asked. She nodded as she sat up and started combing her fingers through her hair, her head back and breasts forward, and Harry took a few precious seconds to admire her natural beauty as she knelt there, letting him see everything.
"Yeah, but it's only for keeping our knickers clean. The charm is applied to the fabric and vanishes away any material that meets them. And before you ask, no, there's no charm to stop the blood coming out, like a reverse contraceptive charm or something. Those are placed at the cervix and are designed to stop matter flowing into the uterus, not out. Having something stopping the menstrual lining from coming out when it needs to would not be good for me."
She then crawled to the edge of the bed and bent to start retrieving her clothes which she tossed over the side of the bed as she closed her eyes, and Harry took another brief moment to fully admire her fully displayed bum and labia, before he felt a temporary sensation of vertigo as the Room shifted, and another door appeared along one of the walls. "So yes, I want you to accept any offers of help you get from Daphne, Susan, Luna and anyone else in our house who offers. And I will not be happy with you if I find out you've been skipping Mister Potter!" she said, wagging a finger at him.
"Yes dear." Harry said, as Hermione smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"Good boy, now come on, I just asked the Room to create a shower for us to use. Then when we get back to our quarters, you can write a letter to Sirius."
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Saturday, November 26, 1994.
Late morning .
Harry smiled to himself as he stood on the front lawn of the castle, watching many of the students playing in the new dusting of snow that had fallen the night before.
The first snow of the year.
He was still getting funny looks and even some awed looks now from some of the Beauxbatons students, particularly those who had an interest in exotic animals. A few had asked him how he'd done it, and he'd told them exactly what he'd done, that he hadn't used Parseltongue, but yes, he could speak it, and no, it wasn't a form of dark magic, it was just a language, like French.
He'd done as Hermione suggested, and sent Sirius a letter the night before, letting him know he was ok, and that he hadn't said anything to Skeeter, and that the woman wouldn't know hard facts even if someone beat her over the head with some. And he was honestly tempted to try next time he saw her.
He idly wondered how and why Rita hadn't been let go by the Prophet by now. Or why they hadn't been sued by people she'd slandered in the past.
'Then again, they probably have, but she's probably their bread-winner, so they probably won't let her go unless she's arrested.' He thought.
His thoughts went back to the First Task, and he sighed in lamentation at the loss of his Firebolt, that was one thing he hadn't wanted to put in a letter, but say in person. But since it was in the paper, he reasoned Sirius had already read it, and knew. Then he thought about his encounter with the Horntail.
Merlin, that really had been reckless, and stupid.
If it hadn't worked, she would have killed him, and Hermione, Remus and Sirius would have been devastated, and it would have been even worse for Hermione, as she would have had to find someone else to help her deal with the curse, and probably the only other boy she trusted that much, was Neville, and he was dating Hannah Abbot.
He thought about the dragon again, and something he'd seen briefly before turning his attention to the watching crowd during the task. He hadn't mentioned it to anyone yet, but he'd noticed something about the Horntail that he had not expected to see. He'd have to find some books on dragons or ask Hermione about it. He briefly thought about asking Hagrid, then decided not to, as his largest friend would probably turn red faced and clam up out of embarrassment. He couldn't ask Charlie Weasley either, he didn't even know the guy, and asking a question like that would be awkward.
Then his thoughts went back to Hermione, and he smiled. He could always ask her about it. Yes, they'd both gotten lucky on Thursday, though he couldn't help but wonder what she would have done had his hastily put together plan failed. Who would she have turned to? Would she have turned to anyone? She had mentioned to Neville and Hannah at the beginning of the week, then to some other boys who had approached her during that impromptu party, to offer their 'help' if she ever needed it, that Harry was her only choice now, since they were now a couple, and the only reason she was insisting on him accepting help from other girls during the upcoming week, was so there wouldn't be any…complications.
But…was that fair? Hermione had said that her time of the month was coming up, and she'd encouraged him to look elsewhere to get what he needed during that time, but, he reasoned, as he was now her boyfriend, then if he did anything with anyone else, then that would be cheating, wouldn't it? And besides, she should be allowed a to get what she needed from someone she trusted if he was not available, as there was no guarantee he always would be. Sure, she'd had that one encounter with Viktor in the library, but that was before they'd agreed to be a couple.
'Besides, I can make do in the meantime, I mean, I could still feed from Hermione, no real reason why I can't, I'd just have to be careful. And I know the books say Pepper Up potions don't work but…if I take enough…' He thought.
He once again thought his concerns that he'd had the day before in the Room of Requirement, about the coming week, and sighed. He'd just have to try and figure it out as he went along.
Then he smiled as he saw Professor Flitwick emerge from the front entrance of the castle, and raise his wand to stop several small snowballs that suddenly came his way, then with a flick, sent them flying back to the students that had thrown them, who giggled and laughed as they dived out of the way.
He thought about what would happen at the end of the school year if they didn't figure out how to cure this damn thing before then.
"Well, Hermione said I can't go back to the Dursleys, or I'd probably be dead in a week, and she's right, I probably would be. Question is, would her parents really allow me to stay once they find out what's going on?" He thought aloud.
"I don't think they'd have a choice once they know the consequences. But I do think they may try to stop her returning to Hogwarts for fifth year." Came a soft voice behind him.
Harry turned and saw Luna standing there, looking at him with her large owlish eyes.
"Er…hi Luna, how are you?" He asked, a little embarrassed at being caught thinking aloud.
"I'm ok." She shrugged.
"So…you think Hermione's parents really would be ok with us…ya know." He asked.
Luna just blinked slowly at him, her gaze slightly unfocused in a way that unnerved him a little. "As I said, once they know the full situation, I think they may be more amicable, though don't expect them to give you an easy time over it at first."
Harry sighed. "You've got a point. I mean, how would your parents react to something like this?"
Luna tilted her head as she considered her answer. "Daddy would be very angry, possibly even declare a Blood Feud against which ever family who had inflicted the curse on me, but I'm not sure how well that would go." Then she looked down, her expression and demeaner turning sad.
"My mum died on my nineth birthday. February 13. Four years ago."
"Oh, uh, I'm sorry. What happened? If you don't mind me asking."
"She was a spell crafter. She was trying to create a spell that would stop the Killing Curse, that would stop death itself, but it didn't work. I wasn't in the room when it happened, as I wasn't allowed in her lab, but I do remember her scream, then there was a loud bang, and I ran in and found her. She died in my arms."
She sniffed, her eyes getting wet. Sighing with irritation at himself, Harry stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her in a hug, which she returned.
After a moment, he pulled back. He tried to imagine the reaction the elder Grangers would have, and none of the scenarios he came up with were very pleasant.
"What does your dad do exactly?" Harry asked.
Luna reached into her fur-lined school robes and pulled out what looked to him like a magazine, she handed it to him.
"He's the owner and editor of The Quibbler. A monthly magazine."
Harry nodded, then remembered what he was saying about Hermione.
"I don't even know if she's written to her parents yet." Then a thought occurred to him. "What exactly is a Blood Feud anyway?"
"Basically, it's a declaration of war between two families, as opposed to two nations. Politically, they would become opposed on pretty much everything, and any encounters between members of the two families have a much higher chance of turning violent, if one of the two's political leanings is 'Neutral', neither Light or Dark, and the other is Dark for example, then the 'Neutral' family would then be considered Light orientated, as far as the Wizengamot would be concerned anyway. If there is any loss of life on either side, the ones responsible for taking that life have a lot more legal protection from persecution by the law, though there are exceptions. Adults cannot target the children of those they declared the Blood Feud with and get away with it, for example."
Harry nodded in understanding, that made sense. "So, I could declare a Blood Feud with the Malfoys?"
"You…could, provided you were the Lord of your family, the family Head." Luna said.
"But I'm the only Potter left." Harry said.
"But you are still a minor and have not yet taken up the mantle and claimed your Lordship ring, which would be in your family vault at Gringotts." Luna said, "Therefore, you cannot legally declare a Blood Feud against the Malfoys. Or anyone else."
Harry sighed. "And Hermione's parents can't do it because they're muggles."
"Correct. There are also other matters involved with Feuds. For instance, the allies of the two warring families would put all of their support behind each one, both legally, practically and politically, which is why I say I'm not sure how well it would go if daddy called a Feud against someone on my behalf, since the Lovegood family does not have a lot of influence, and we do not have many friends to support us, apart from maybe the Weasleys, and they aren't very influential either…" she trailed off, her expression going unfocused, like she'd just forgotten what she was saying.
"You do now." Harry said. Luna looked at him, blinking owlishly. He decided to elaborate.
"You have the Greengrass Heiress and the Bones Heiress as your new friends, and now the Potter family, plus Hermione. Sure, there's only one Potter, and I'm not very politics savvy, but if you ever need my help with anything, I'll do what I can. Friends help each other after all."
Luna's smile was wide and genuine, her normally unfocused silver eyes looked at him intently, and Harry suddenly got the feeling he'd just been played, that he'd just unknowingly agreed to more than their conversation implied. "Yes, they do. And so will I. It's nice to have friends."
And with that, she leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on his right cheek, before turning and walking off, heading in the direction of some of the First years, using her wand to gather up some snow.
Harry watched her go, before he turned and walked off, stowing the magazine in his robes, not really heading in any direction, he'd read it later then give it back to her. He wished Sirius were there. Even as Padfoot, he figured his godfather would love playing in the snow. Then he found himself thinking about the Marauders, and how they became animagi, and he found himself wondering what it would be like to be one, and what his animal form might be.
He'd have to ask Sirius and Remus about it at some point.
It wasn't long before he bumped into Viktor and Cedric, who were sat with a couple of their respective Quidditch team-mates on a warmed blanket.
"Hey Harry!" Cedric waved him over, and he soon found himself sitting with them.
"We were just going over his game during the World Cup." Cedric said. Nodding, Harry smiled, nodding to Krum.
"I thought it was very impressive when you took that Bludger to the face and kept going. I got my arm broken by one two years ago, came off my Nimbus 2000, though I was only a few feet from the ground by then, so the arm was the most serious injury."
Viktor smiled and nodded. "Ja, in professional competitive game, you have to stay on point, ignore all distraction, even injury. You had a Nimbus? Zose are good brooms. Vhat happen to it?"
Harry winced, as did Cedric. "It was destroyed last year, during our first game between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. We had a Dementor attack during the match, they invaded the stadium, Harry fell off his broom thanks to them, and it flew off towards the Whomping Willow." Cedric pointed towards the distant giant tree. Krum and his friend turned to regard it. Krum was about to mention that there didn't seem to be anything special about it, until one of its long, thin whip like branches suddenly swung up and tried to swipe at a passing bird, missing it by only a few inches.
"Zat is rather odd tree. You had Dementor attack? Vhy?" Krum's friend asked. Harry opened his mouth to answer, but Cedric's team-mate, Zacharias Smith, spoke up.
"Sirius Black tried to get into Hogwarts last year. The Dementors were posted as guards."
"Guards?! Zose zings? At a school? Is your Minister mad?" Krum asked.
"More like Death Eater puppet." Harry growled. Then he continued, "The Dementors seemed drawn to me for some reason, though I was able to learn the Patronus charm last year thanks to Professor Lupin."
"You can cast a Patronus?" Cedric asked, looking impressed, as did Krum.
"Yeah, a Stag."
"Wait, you can cast corporeal?" Cedric asked, his eyes going wide. He and Krum exchanged looks. Then Cedric looked back at Harry. "A corporeal Patronus at Third year? Damn that's impressive."
Harry grinned at him, "Thanks, how about you guys?" Cedric shook his head, as did the other three.