"How so?"
"With Hermione, we're both getting what we need, it's equal give and take. I know she said she's okay with me getting 'help', but I can tell she's not. She's chosen not to feed from anyone else. So why should I?"
Pomfrey didn't say anything, she just waited for him to continue. When it became apparent he was waiting for a response, she pursed her lips and thought carefully.
"I honestly can't think of any reason why you should, baring the fact that Hermione was only thinking of your comfort. She could have easily not made any arrangements for you this week. But she did, because she cares."
Harry nodded. "I know, I know. Well, hopefully, once she starts producing milk, which will probably be soon, this 'arrangement' will be a moot point."
"Perhaps."
"Her cycle started Sunday, so it should end tomorrow or Thursday, surely you can give me something to tide me over 'til then?" He asked. She sighed.
"As I said, I doubt there's much I can do, but it seems to me you're not going to leave until you get what you came for." And with that, against her professional judgment, she turned and walked towards a cabinet, and returned with several vials of potion.
"Have either your or Hermione experienced anything else unusual recently?" She asked.
Harry uncorked one of the vials and downed the potion, steeling himself as he felt its effects wash over him, but to his mounting frustration, he didn't feel the fatigue, hunger or arousal he was feeling fade.
"Well, I have been getting more, urm...well..." he paused, not quite sure how to voice his recent findings.
"Yes?" She asked, "Don't worry Harry, Doctor Patient Confidentiality is in effect. This conversation won't go outside this room."
Relaxing slightly, Harry sucked in a breath and held it, before letting it out. "I've been getting horny round about mealtimes, well, hornier. I think Hermione has too, but she's not said anything, and I didn't ask, I just noticed it since when she 'feeds' after meals, over the past couple of days she's been more...enthusiastic lets say." He blushed at his next words.
"I felt for sure she was trying to swallow either my dick or suck my testicles out through it last time, she was that…insistent."
Pomfrey frowned.
"Why didn't you bring this to my attention sooner?" She asked, running another diagnostic on him. He shrugged.
"I mean, it could be part of the curse, right?"
"That is a possibility, but still, it's a change we didn't account for. From now on, I want you and Hermione to report anything you consider unusual to me or Professor McGonagall as soon as you notice it, alright?"
Harry thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Alright. How do I check out?" He asked.
"Hm, your levels are getting low again. I really wish you'd reconsider. The fact that there has been a noticeable decline in your condition means I am obligated, by medical ethics, by school regulation and by law, to inform at least your Head of House."
Harry winced, he figured as much, then shook his head. "I'll be fine." He said, heading for the door. "And thanks."
Pomfrey watched him go, sighing sadly. The potion hadn't worked, just as she warned him it wouldn't. She only hoped he wouldn't come back for more. She had to tell Minerva.
Wednesday November 30, 1994.
Early Morning, Private Quarters.
Harry was brought out of his pleasant warm sleep by the wonderful feeling of his girlfriend's tongue slowly and leisurely licking his balls.
He did his best to not react, trying to keep his breathing calm and even, as if he were still asleep, but it became increasingly difficult when she licked up the underside of his shaft, until she reached the tip, where she gently kissed and licked his frenulum, before taking the very tip of his crown in her lips and suckling gently, before going back down to where she'd started, and resumed worshiping his balls.
He wasn't sure how he didn't groan when she gently sucked one into her mouth.
'Does she know I'm awake? Or is she trying to wake me up? Damn...either her penchant for fast learning extended to sex, or the curse gave her some kind of innate skill, or she's just always been a natural at this...' he thought.
He finally lost his battle with the moan he'd been holding back when Hermione sucked both of his testicles into her mouth and started to lick and suckle them, while her hand closed around his hard shaft and she started gently stroking.
"Mmmm..." she hummed, alternating between gentle suction, and slow licks as she traced over the orbs resting against the back of her lower teeth. Idly, her still-half asleep mind wondered at the taste, and she began to wonder if the curse was affecting her perception of not only the taste of Harry's semen, but his actual body now; because now, her taste buds were telling her that she was licking and sucking Cauldron Cake, but she clearly had his balls in her mouth.
As her mind woke up a little more, she moved up his shaft again, kissing and licking it, before tracing her tongue round the ridge of his crown, before she started to lick it hungrily.
This time, he moved, squirming and thrusting his hips up a little.
Yep, something had definitely changed.
"Morning." She said quietly, catching a drop of precum on her tongue, following it up with a kiss.
"Mm...Morning." He sighed with a smile, pulling back the covers to look down at her, reaching down to run his fingers through her hair as she started to rub her face against his shaft, almost like a cat.
"It's different now..."
"What is?"
"The taste."
"Hmm?" He hummed in inquiry, as she ran his tip over her lips as if she were applying lipstick with it.
"Your penis and balls, they taste different this morning. The same as your cum does."
Harry raised an eyebrow, curiously. "Did the book mention that?"
"Hm, not really. But I suppose it makes sense. The change in taste is supposed to to be an incentive to keep doing it, so it would make sense that the perception of the taste of skin would also change. Have you noticed anything with the...others?"
"Not really, I only really noticed a taste change when they came, but their actual bodies? No." He replied, thinking. The last girl he'd fed from had been Luna, and she'd tasted like, well, Luna.
"Hm, maybe it'll happen soon with you as well then." Then she giggled, "Hm, eating pussy that tastes like your favorite food before the girl it's attached to cums." She idly thought back to the day before, when she'd cornered and made out with Susan, her face flushing.
'Where the hell had THAT come from? I need to talk to her. God, I hope no one saw us!' She thought.
She still could not believe what she'd done to Susan in the corridor. She'd practically molested her friend!
Her traitorous mind played the sordid details of that encounter over again, and she recalled how she'd kissed, groped and ground against her buxom friend until finally she'd drawn back to take a breath, and Susan had asked her what was going on, and she'd snapped out of her delirium.
A cold sweat had come over her and she'd backed away from Susan as if she'd been electrocuted, then, white faced and panicking, she'd blubbered an apology, before turning and running, ignoring Susan's call for her to stop as tears of humiliation had fallen from her eyes.
"Speaking of..." he said, an inquisitive note in his tone.
"Sorry baby, still out of commission." Came the apology. And from the sound of her voice, she was really unhappy about that.
"Any idea when?" He asked. Hermione thought for a moment, sitting up a little, letting him get a full view of her creamy, firm and perky breasts.
"Well, if not later today, then it should be done tomorrow. Hopefully I'll start producing milk soon, and if that can supplement your new 'diet', then you shouldn't have to rely on others from next month on."
'Hopefully.' he thought. He was still feeling tired, dead tired, like he had the Saturday after they'd been cursed, but not quite as bad, for some reason. He still felt like he could walk, though if he recalled, he'd felt that strong the previous Saturday.
The potion he'd taken in the infirmary hadn't worked, just as the book and Pomfrey had warned him, but he didn't care. He refused to feed from anyone but Hermione now. Had what he said to Pomfrey been stupid? Maybe, but still, he couldn't help feeling like he was just using them for his own benefit, the fact they got screaming orgasms out of it was immaterial, right?
Hermione seemed to pause for a moment, a thoughtful look on her face.
"Have you noticed any feelings in your mind lately?"
"Feelings?" He asked.
"You know, like a presence, or feeling that you know isn't your own mind?"
He thought for a moment. He hadn't sensed Voldemort for a few days now, nor had he had any dreams about the bastard, which was a plus. Usually, when ever he got a feeling from Voldemort, it was a sense of coldness, anger, hatred. But...
Now that he thought about it, he could feel something on the very edge of his mind, but he couldn't quite 'reach' it, but what ever it was, it didn't feel malevolent or cold, it felt...warm, friendly even.
"Yeah, I can, sort of. You?"
She nodded. "Yes, I first noticed it last night. If I'm right, it's the earliest stages of the telepathic/empathic link that forms during the Bonding process. I didn't think it would be this soon though."
"How fast do you think it'll develop? And just how...connected will we be?"
"We'll be able to communicate telepathically, probably over any distance, and we'll be able to find each other, no matter where each of us is. As for how long it'll take, and in what order it'll form? How long is a piece of string? Same with the Bond and when I'll start lactating. With this curse being a factor, it could happen any time."
"Then it's just a question of waiting then." He said. She nodded.
"Pretty much, now, don't distract me, I've got a job to finish." And with that, she lowered her head and engulfed him.
-=-=-=-
Draco sat on his bed as he leafed through the book he'd taken from McGonagall's office during the weekend, while she'd been gone. Breaking into her office had not been easy, fortunately, his father had taught him a few things to help him get into places where he wasn't necessarily allowed to be.
He was going over the Gift curse again, memorizing it's incantation, as well as reading up on a few other curses. Yes, he was definitely going to use the Breast Engorgement curse at some point, though, he reasoned, Bones didn't need it, she was already carrying a nice pair of pumpkins on her rib cage, though Daphne and Granger could probably do with being bigger.
Well, until their breasts exploded, anyway.
A painful and messy way to die yes, and a real shame to destroy what would probably be rather nice breasts, but still, one was a Mudblood, and the other, his own personal plaything, not that she remembered any of it.
He briefly considered using the spell that would give him an extra penis, so he could make both Daphne and Bones, or Granger, suck him off at the same time, but then thought better of it. One of the apparent caveats of that spell was, according to the text, reduced 'fuse' so to speak. He wouldn't last as long, and Draco decided that he wanted to draw out any encounter for as long as he'd be able to enjoy it.
He thought back to what Parkinson had told him the night before, about what she'd seen.
Granger cornering and groping Susan, even kissing her, rather passionately.
That had been something he had not anticipated, he didn't particularly care if Granger fancied girls as well as guys, he just couldn't remember any instance where she hinted at that over the past few years.
He'd also been informed of Susan and Daphne hanging out with Potter, though whether they'd let him feed from them or not, he didn't know. He grit his teeth. It was bad enough that Greengrass, a girl who portrayed a cold ice-queen exterior to the rest of the school, would be so friendly with the number one enemy of every decent Pure Blood in the school...
Worse, she was potentially even helping keep the scar-faced bastard alive! She'd have to be reminded of her place, Susan and Granger would also have to be made an example of...yes...
All he had to do was wait for the right time.
-=-=-=-
Charms Classroom.
"Alright children, since Mister Potter was able to demonstrate perfect use of the Summoning charm during the first Task, I think it is necessary for the rest of you to practice it today, as well as it's counter, the Banishing Charm." Professor Flitwick said as he stood on his stack of books behind his desk, observing his Fourth Year students.
What followed had been an exercise in chaos, with objects flying everywhere as students tried to successfully cast the Summoning charm.
Neville struggled the most, barely able to summon the pillow across his desk, Ron was only slightly better at it.
When it came to practicing the Banishing charm, Depulso, Neville was barely able to move his pillow across his desk.
The most exciting, and potentially hazardous thing that happened, was when Harry tried the charm.
Unfortunately, he misjudged just how powerful he'd gotten over the last week, since unknowingly performing the power boosting ritual on himself.
He aimed his wand at the white pillow on his desk, intending to banish it off the desk and across to Flitwick's.
"Depulso!"
No one in the classroom was entirely sure what happened next, but only Hermione's quick reflexes potentially saved Flitwick's life.
Not only did the pillow launch itself from Harry's desk and fly towards Flitwick so fast the short Professor was barely able to track it with his eyes, but Harry's desk was also sent flying towards him.
By the time Flitwick realized Harry's desk was hurtling towards him at worryingly high velocity, it was nearly upon him. If he didn't dive out of the way, or otherwise stop it, there was a good chance it would kill him on impact, or at the very least, land him in the hospital wing or St Mungo's.
"Arresto Momentum!" Hermione yelled, wand aimed at the desk, stopping it mid-flight, just a few inches short of crashing into Flitwick's desk and potentially crushing him.
Harry stared slack-jawed at his desk as it hovered in the air. At the table to his left, Hermione stood, her wand arm extended as she breathed heavily with the amount of effort she put into her spell.
Flitwick stumbled backwards and almost fell off the pile of books he stood on. He then used his wand to cancel Hermione's spell and levitate the desk back to where it should be. He then smiled at his class, trying not to let show how frazzled he was.
"Well, I appreciate your diligence to your work Mister Potter." He said, smiling a little, the rest of the students, who had started to recover from the show of almost seeing their Professor getting flattened, chuckled.
Harry's face was white, his eyes wide.
"I...uh..." he said, not quite sure how to explain himself. He had no idea what had just happened, he honestly hadn't meant to throw his table at one of his favorite teachers. If it had been Snape, then fine, but not Flitwick.
"Please try to exercise a little more restraint in the future Mister Potter. Miss Granger, 10 Points to Gryffindor for your quick reflexes and quick thinking."
Harry looked down in shame, then to his left at Hermione, who was looking at him with a questioning but stern gaze. He smiled sheepishly.
-=-=-=-
Later that evening, after dinner, Hermione found herself wandering through the halls, her body moving as if on autopilot, she was barely aware of anything other than the burning, almost painful heat and…pulsing…between her legs.
She'd lost track of how many times she'd climaxed already today, it seemed she was almost on a hair-trigger now, the slightest caress or stroke from another living being would set her off into a quivering, whimpering wreck.
She'd also lost count of how many times she'd had to apply a drying and cleaning charm to both her legs, skirt and knickers, though now, she'd given up trying.
It had slowly gotten worse since Sunday, it had been annoying at first, then tolerable by late Monday/earlier the previous day, but now…?
She grit her teeth as she staggered up a flight of stairs, thankfully ones that did not move, as she soon found herself on the seventh floor, heading towards Gryffindor Tower, that was, thankfully, deserted for the moment.
Because if she ran into any of the Gryffindor boys, or girls…
If she had still been capable of thinking rationally, she might have realized she needed to go to see Madam Pomfrey. Had she still been thinking rationally, she would have decided to go take a long cold shower, preferably in liquid oxygen.
Unfortunately, she wasn't thinking rationally. She was only consciously aware of two things:
One. She was more desperate and aroused that she could ever recall being before she got cursed.
Two. She needed to be fucked. A tongue, even a magic one like Harry's wasn't going to cut it anymore. She needed something more substantial than a tongue. She needed a dick.
'One in particular...' she thought as she stumbled to the tapestry of the dancing Trolls, and started pacing.
Through the lust-filled haze clouding her mind, she managed to form a coherent thought, that would tell the room what she wanted, while the rest of her mind was being filled with images of naked bodies, only visible from the shoulders down, both male and female.
Had she still been able to think rationally, she would have argued with herself; protested, and denied that she did not have any bisexual leanings, tendencies or curiosity, but everything lower than her sternum and higher than her knees didn't really care. And in her current state, she did not care who or even what the room created, as long as it was able to fuck her.
The door finally appeared and she almost ripped it off it's hinges as she opened it.
The room had taken on the appearance of a forest clearing, a waterfall a short distance away fed down into a small pool, which fed a small stream that led off into the distance. The pool was wide and deep enough to swim, but she had no intention of swimming today. The rest of the clearing was a wide space, grass under her feet, surrounded by trees, and a light warm breeze blowing.
In the center of the clearing, were several figures, all either naked or half naked. They all turned to face her, and she felt her nipples and breasts tingle almost painfully in anticipation, and she actually whimpered with need as she felt her clitoris throb with need.
"Nngh..." she moaned, her hands going to her breasts and squeezing them as she then started to frantically tear her clothes off, her body trembling as a climax washed over her.
'Finally!' was the last thing she thought as her mind finally gave in to the lust clouding it.
-=-
Harry was also idly walking through the halls, and like Hermione, he didn't feel so good, but not for the same reasons. A few more girls had approached him, but he'd turned them all down, and as expected, they'd all been disappointed. Thankfully, Ginny had not tried to make a move on him a second time. In fact, he was pretty sure her brothers had gone out of their way to make sure she wasn't left alone with him, if she managed to get near him, which she'd tried to do, but had failed. And if the look on her face last time he'd seen her was any indication, she was NOT happy about that.
Luna had tried again, but he had declined, rather insistently. Susan and Daphne had also approached him again, with offers to help him this time, rather than just talk, but he had declined as politely as he could manage. Even though doing so had been very difficult, with Susan's rather obvious attempts to sway him by making sure her cleavage was clearly on display.
Daphne had not been so blatant, but he had definitely seen the look in her eyes. Parvati had also come for a second round, along with Padma, but again, he'd turned them down, saying he'd found an alternate solution. The two had quizzed him, eventually figuring out what he was doing, and had warned him that it wasn't going to work, and that once it failed, Hermione was going to be very upset with him.
He'd just have to grin and bare it, and try and keep up his strength as much as possible. As he remembered, after their initial cursing, by the third day, Sunday, he and Hermione had barely been able to move, but by the second day, Saturday, they had still been able to, if he remembered right. So the way he figured it, he had until Friday before his plan potentially failed, but by then, Hermione's cycle would hopefully be over, so it'd be a none-issue.
He paused, thinking, deciding that some training was in order, after all, using Parseltongue during oral sex was supposed to give him a power boost, right? And he had noticed in class that his spells had been more powerful of late. His mind went back to his first successful use of the summoning charm, and how he'd buried himself alive, and during the Task, he'd intended to create a small wall to hide from the Dragon, but had ended up recreating something that resembled a section of the wall of Troy, or maybe a castle's wall.
His mind made up, he decided to head towards the Room of Requirement.
Pausing for a moment, he reached into his robes and pulled out the map, which he'd decided to stash on his person earlier in the day, just so he'd always have it with him.
Activating it, he scanned the map of the castle. He couldn't see Hermione anywhere, which either meant she wasn't on the grounds, which was unlikely, or she was somewhere that was unplottable. And as far as he knew, there was only two areas in the castle the map didn't pick out: The Room of Requirement, and the Chamber of Secrets.
He was just about to shut off the map and fold it up when he noticed a few things. In Moody's office, there was a name that said 'Barty Crouch Jr'.
Mr Crouch's son? Wasn't he in Azkaban? Or dead? And Professor Moody's name was also in the same room. Odd, why would Moody be in the same room as someone who was supposed to be in Azkaban?
Then something else caught his attention.
Several floors down, in an isolated corridor, was Daphne Greengrass, surrounding her were several name-tags; Malfoy, Bulstrode, Parkinson, Crabbe, Goyle…and Snape, a short distance away.
He scowled. Not just at what was potentially happening to one of Hermione's friends, but the fact that Snape was close enough to at least hear what was going on, or see it at the very least, and wasn't doing anything.
'He's waiting.' He thought, 'He's waiting for a student, maybe even me, to come along and break it up, so he can step in and play his part as a Professor, and issue detentions. To the wrong people. Fuck you, Snivellus.'
Harry scanned the map, looking for anyone near by who might be able to help him.
He noticed Professor Sinistra, one floor up from Daphne, on the Fifth Floor, and on the Sixth, a Hufflepuff Prefect and Ravenclaw Prefect: Cedric Diggory and Marcus Turner.
Turning, he closed the Map and hid it back inside his robes but did not shut it off, he ran for the closest stair case.
It took him a few minutes to catch up with the two Prefects, and when he did, he was panting and sweating.
Cedric and Marcus turned as they heard footfalls coming towards them, rapidly.
Cedric raised an eyebrow as he saw Harry running towards them, looking red-faced and panting.
"You okay there Harry?" he asked.
"No…Time…" he panted, "Daphne Greengrass…in trouble, Fourth Floor, Professor Sinistra is on the Fifth, find her and meet me on the Fourth."
Before either Prefect could say anything, Harry turned and ran off again, the two shared a look.
"What makes him think a Slytherin is in trouble? And how does he know where Sinistra is?" Marcus asked, Cedric shrugged.
"No idea, but I don't think he's pulling one on us, come on."
-=-=-=-
"Over the table you two." Draco's voice drifted down the corridor, sending a chill up Harry's spine... and a surge of fire in his gut. He quickly checked the Map again, Cedric and Marcus had met up with Sinistra, and all three were making their way done towards them, Snape was still there, now outside the disused Classroom Draco and his cohorts had dragged Daphne into.
He was close enough to hear Daphne pleading now, "No, No! Get off me you filthy ape! NO! I said let me go!"
"Oi, Pansy! Gag this bitch!" he heard Draco snap.
"No—" Daphne was cut off, but the sounds of a struggle could still be heard.
Harry didn't see Snape as he approached the door to the classroom, but that only meant the bastard was hiding. The Map still said he was there.
Finding the door wasn't fully closed, or even locked, Harry slowly pushed it open, so as not to alert those inside. What he saw made him want to kill every other Slytherin in the room.
Daphne was being held face down on a table by Crabbe and Goyle, her legs held open and her skirt thrown up over her back. There was no sign of her underwear, but then Harry saw a scrap of white fabric sticking out of her mouth. Her cheeks were glistening with tears.
Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode were standing close by her head, grinning. Pansy appeared to be resting a hand on her back, between her shoulders, while the other was pinning one of Daphne's hands down, while Milicent had the other one.
And Draco was standing directly behind Daphne, between her legs. His hands were already gripping her hips, and he seemed to be taking a moment to relish the moment.
A cold fury exploded within Harry, and his wand snapped up. "Stupefy!" he snarled, sending a red bolt shooting out across the room to slam into Bulstrode. The Slytherin girl was thrown back into a wall, out cold, even before she struck it.
Three heads snapped up to look at him, while Draco spun around. Even before he registered his open pants and his cock sticking out, Harry had already sent a second spell out, this one striking Pansy. She too was propelled backwards to collapse onto the floor.
"What? Potter! Get him!" Draco cried. Harry, however, was faster, and in seconds, both Goyle and Crabbe joined the girls on the floor. Draco took a moment to collect himself before his own wand came up, only to pause as Harry stepped forward, the tip of his own wand aimed right between Draco's eyes.
"Go ahead Malfoy, give me an excuse. I'd love to, I really would." He growled.
"You wouldn't dare. You don't have it in you." Draco said, though his bravado was beginning to slip, his face going pale. Harry's eyes flicked up and down, before pausing at a certain spot, his face twisting in a derisive snort.
"Oh yeah? How much you willing to bet, Ferret. And if that is the end result of keeping the Malfoy Bloodline pure, then I guess it explains why you don't have any brothers or sisters. I honestly wonder what Parkinson sees in you, after all, I doubt she's shagging you for your brains, or looks. Expelliarmus!"
Draco's face went even whiter, an impressive feat, as his wand went sailing from his hand, and he moved his hands to cover himself. Not a hard task in itself, as his rather puny member was wilting to an even smaller form.
A clatter of footsteps came from the corridor, forestalling any other actions. Professor Sinistra was the first to enter, with Cedric and Marcus flanking her. Sinistra gasped sharply at the sight before her, while Cedric's eyes widened sharply before he moved forward, shoving Draco aside to kneel down by Daphne, who was still crying.
Sinistra looked around at the unconscious Slytherins, then back to Draco, whose trousers were threatening to fall down. As she took in the placement of his hands, the open flies and the look on his face, Sinistra's darkened. Daphne Greengrass was her favourite student. Pure fury pulsed through her veins as she pointed at him and snarled.
"You will not be returning after the Christmas break, Mister Malfoy." She hissed, causing what little colour that was left in his face to vanish. "And do your trousers up!"
As Draco complied, Harry wondered where Snape had got to, usually the greasy git picked about now to show up and start handing out detentions to everyone but Draco. Harry suspected that Professor Sinistra's intervention forced him to change tactic.
"Professor, I noticed Snape hanging round this area, not sure why he didn't intervene, or why he hasn't shown up yet." Harry said, noting the slightly frantic look on Draco's face, and the look of betrayal on Daphne's.
"I did not see him Mister Potter." Sinistra said, moving to help Daphne up.
"He likes to hide under concealment charms and wait until the right moment to pop up and make it look like a competent teacher doing his job, usually giving detentions to the victims of what ever engagement Draco cooked up."
Sinistra raised an eyebrow, Harry got the impression she didn't quite believe him.
"Mister Diggory, Mister Potter, look after Miss Greengrass. Mister Turner, gather these...students' wands, and follow me." It was clear that the normally polite and softly spoken Professor wanted to say something much harsher. She flicked her wand and muttered a spell, conjuring a piece of parchment which she wrote a message on, then with another flick of her wand, it folded up and flew out the door. She then started reviving the other Slytherins, much as she wished she didn't have to. From the fire in her eyes, it was clear she wanted to use some other forms of magic on them. Such as potentially lethal hexes.
"You'll regret this, Scarhead!" Draco whispered harshly, thinking Sinistra couldn't hear him. "You'll pay for this...and will your slut lesbo-Mudblood!" He glared at Harry, his eyes flicking to Cedric for a moment, who glared back at him.
"MISTER MALFOY!" Sinistra snapped, whirling around. "You will keep a civil tongue in that mouth! That will be two hundred points from Slytherin! And three hundred points, plus four months detention with Filch or Professor Hagrid each, for assaulting and attempting to rape a fellow student!" She turned back as the other Slytherins began to protest.
"Quiet, or I'll see you all expelled!" Her sharp tone was made worse by her own internal frustration. She personally thought that each and every one of these…these…monsters, should be sent straight to Azkaban. But the Headmaster had set limits for punishments years ago, and only he could exceed them. Expelling a student was at his discretion, as was informing the DMLE. The only time that was usually over-ridden was in the event of a student's death, and thankfully, that had not happened since Myrtle Warren.
Though that did not stop other professors from trying. There had been several instances like this reported to the staff over the years, but she suspected, and had for some time, that it was more wide-spread, but with Dumbledore's stead-fast refusal to get the DMLE involved, they could do nothing. It was only a matter of time before Amelia Bones decided she'd had enough, and stepped in anyway, Dumbledore's rule be damned. Apparently, the last time something serious enough to bring in the DMLE had happened, it had involved one Remus Lapin, Sirius Black and Serverus Snape. McGonagall had tried for years to change his mind, but he'd remained unbending.
As she turned to head out the door, Sinistra turned to Harry and said, "And Mister Potter, that will be 250 points to Gryffindor for your quick thinking, and quick response alerting myself and two Prefects. Though I would like to know how you knew what was going on in here, and where we all were."
Harry thought quickly, he really didn't want to tell her about the Map, especially with Malfoy and his lackeys glaring at him venomously.
"A painting told me, I forgot which one." He said, hoping she'd buy it. It was clear from the look on Draco's face that he didn't. Professor Sinistra scrutinized him a little longer, before nodding.
"Alright Mister Potter, now you two go on and help Miss Greengrass, Mister Turner and I will deal with this lot." Then she turned and left.
Taking the bundle of wands from Marcus in her free hand, Sinistra looked coldly at the Slytherins, venom dripping from her voice. "Come along now. We'll see what the Headmaster has to say..." She glanced over to Harry, "You may need to submit your memories over this incident, Mister Potter." She spoke softly.
He nodded silently. Daphne was still for a moment, before nodding jerkily. Satisfied, Sinistra directed the detained students away, gesturing for Turner to come with her. As they walked away Harry turned back to Daphne. "You okay?"
"Now, yes." Was the shaky reply. As Cedric wrapped a comforting arm around her, she looked up curiously. "How did you find me?"
Harry paused, before opening his robes and pulling out the map, unfolding it, he showed it to them, and they both watched, wide-eyed, as the tags bearing the names of the Slytherins, Marcus Turner and Professor Sinistra could be seen heading away from the room they were in.
"Nice. An interactive map that tracks people in real-time. Where'd you get it?" Cedric asked.
"Family Heirloom." He said, muttering the code to deactivate the map, which he then folded back up and put back in his robes.
"I suggest you be very careful who you let see that. Some might try to steal it." Cedric said, "If that thing shows the real-time locations of everyone in the castle, and every room, it could be a potential security risk."
"Well, I'm not complaining." Daphne said, as she gave Cedric and hug and a peck on the cheek, before she turned to Harry and hugged him, only he didn't get a peck on the cheek, he got a full French kiss.
"Mmmph!" he grunted as he felt her tongue push against his lips, and he opened his mouth on pure reflex. His eyes flicked left, to look over her shoulder at a smirking Cedric as she held his head steady.
"Sooo…Should I go find Hermione or…?"
Right…Hermione…
"Why don't you go on Cedric, I'm sure Harry can help me get to the Hospital wing okay, right Harry?" Daphne said with a smirk.
"OK, if you're sure." Cedric said, as he left, giving Harry a wink.
Once he was gone, Daphne stepped forward and hugged him again, this time, she whispered into his ear in a low tone that sent his blood flow haywire, and resulted in her moaning in approval and secret delight at the hard length of flesh that was suddenly pressing against her right thigh.
"Thank you." She said quietly.
"Let's just get you to Pomfrey." He said.
-=-
After escorting Daphne to the Hospital wing and leaving her in the tender care of Madam Pomfrey, Harry ducked out quickly, and found a secluded alcove where he pulled out the map again. Once again, he couldn't find Hermione, which meant she could only be in one place. But he did see Sinistra, Draco and Co, and Snape in Dumbledore's office.
Making his way there, he found what he expected to see; a wooden door, he quickly opened it and stepped inside, but he was not prepared for what greeted him.
In a grassy forest clearing, with a waterfall, pond and river in the distance, was Hermione. She was naked, and on her knees, next to someone. No, she was surrounded by many someones.
Harry stopped short as his brain caught up with what his eyes were seeing, and he fully took in what he was seeing.
Hermione was surrounded, by several people, not all of them human, but all seemed to bare his face, at least, that's what he could tell when they all, except Hermione, turned to look at him.
If he were honest with himself, it was creepy as hell.
One, the one Hermione was kneeling next to and moaning while she masturbated, both herself and the copy of him, was a freaking centaur.
From the waist up, it looked like him, right down to the lean muscle he'd got from running around the school the last few years, and all that Quidditch, but from the waist down, it was the body of a horse: a barrel shaped body covered in short black hair with clear lines of muscle underneath, a black swishing tail. Judging by it's, his height, his back would be roughly level with Hermione's chest when she stood up, which meant he was tall enough for her to get under him and…
He quickly drew his eyes away to the rest of the group, and yes, they were all copies of him in some for or another.
One looked like an Olympic bodybuilder, he honestly wanted to laugh at the utter ridiculousness of his double having such a build at only 14 or 15. Since when did any teenage guy have a six pack? Though he did look strong enough to beat Malfoy to a bloody pulp.
The third was…wait, was that a wolf? A wolf with his green eyes and what looked like a white scar over it's right one.
The fourth was similar to the second in terms of build, only his eyes were blue, not green, and the scar on his forehead was completely gone, his hair, which was in a small ponytail, had blonde streaks in it, and in his right hand, he held a strange looking two-handed broad sword, one Harry had never seen before, with an ornately designed cross-guard and hilt.
And all of them were naked.
Hermione hadn't noticed him yet, she was too busy kissing and licking the tip of Centaur-Harry's shaft, which, the real Harry noticed, was roughly the same width as his, with a tip that matched his exactly, well, minus the foreskin. But the length, he figured that was normal for an adolescent horse, or Centaur. Not that he was an expert on that sort of thing.
Despite himself, Harry felt himself blushing, if he were honest, he felt rather weird looking at these copies of himself, sure, exaggerated, in many ways, but still him. He took another step forward as Hermione's mouth closed around the head of the cock she was stroking and she moaned, which made the Centaur Harry above her groan.
The real Harry watched, almost transfixed, as Hermione slowly moved her head up, taking more of the pink shaft into her mouth, until her eyes closed and her throat started to visibly bulge.
'Merlin…how much of that is she taking? How is she still breathing?!'
By his estimate, she'd already taken nearly 5 or 6 of what he was guessing where 12 inches, at least, any more and she'd probably choke, he could already see her face flushing red from effort. She then sucked in another breath, and pulled more of the shaft in, her head moving up it's length, closer to his body as she turned her head, moaning deeply and shuddering as the penis slid slowly down her throat, her breathing becoming labored.
"Oh god…" the centaur facsimile moaned, yep, that was definitely his voice.
"What about us?" one of the others asked, in response, Hermione reached back and patted her upturned bum. Harry was surprised to see the wolf step forward first, and start to lick his girlfriend's offered rump, which made her moan and wiggle her hips. As strange as this was, Harry decided that his girlfriend needed to breathe, and what he was seeing had raised questions.
"I think I'll take it from here guys." He said, stepping forward, and with a wave of his wand, stripped himself. The wolf whined, before tentatively delivering one lick right between the cheeks of Hermione's ass, making her moan again, pushing her hips back a little, the wolf went in for another pass but Harry stepped up, putting a hand on it's shoulder and pulling it back gently.
Hermione moaned a third time, and started to pull away, the wet, glistening shaft eventually fell from her mouth along with a stream of saliva as she gasped, taking in a huge gulp of air, as she turned back to look at him, her face red, her eyes dark with lust.
"You don't need these guys Hermione, you've got me." He said gently.
"Nnng." She grunted, panting as she reached back under herself to spread her lips as she focused, and suddenly, they were alone. The clones were gone.
"You'll do…" she growled, a crazed, almost manic look in her wide dark eyes that almost glowed with lust, her voice raspy and hoarse.
"You know I can't, not yet." He said, kneeling behind her, resting a hand on her back, looking at her with equal desire, love and concern.
"Nnngh!" she whined, thrusting her hips back at him, spreading her legs.
"Uh…"
"Don't just stand there! FUCK ME!" she screamed, as tears started to fall down her face.
Harry tried to concentrate, he really did, but the captivating view of his naked girlfriend's backside and pussy, both spread open and proudly being displayed for his viewing pleasure, had a negative impact on his capability to think properly, that, or it was the rapid loss of blood circulation to his brain that almost made him collapse as pain surged through his lower abdomen.
His trousers and boxers were suddenly very tight. Uncomfortably tight.
He'd done his best to just ignore his almost constant hard-on most of the time, making sure to cast illusion and concealment charms on himself so no-one would see it while he walked around the school in tight trousers. Sure, he wasn't 'big' by a major stretch, but still, he didn't want it to be noticed.
He noticed a small pot on the ground next to her, that he'd somehow missed when he came in. Reaching down, he dipped his finger in it.
Warm honey.
He looked back up at the rather inviting view presented to him and suddenly found himself salivating. Sure, he'd seen Hermione's arse closeup many times this past week, but he'd rarely taken the time to just admire it.
"Stop ogling…stick it in!" Hermione growled.
Harry reached out and placed a hand on her bare left cheek. Her skin was warm. Warmer than it should have been. He took a moment to just admire the smooth valley between her cheeks, the ring of muscle flexing as his fingers neared it, and she pushed her hips back. Below it, her swollen lips shined with wetness.
"Hermione, I think you're running a fever." He said, as he crawled to her side and placed a hand against her head. Yes, she was warm, warmer than she should have been in the room.
"I just need dick. I want YOURS!"
"Why were they copies of me? And why was one of them a Centaur and the other a wolf?" he asked as she turned and grabbed the pot of honey with one hand and his shaft with the other, pulling back his foreskin and leaning in to plant a kiss on his tip, making him shudder with need.
"No questions!" she growled, she then angled his shaft down and brought up the pot of honey, until over half of his shaft was submerged.
Then she lowered the pot and angled his hard shaft up.
Harry was about to respond but lost his train of thought as he saw the thick layer of gold liquid coating half of his length, and Hermione, a crazed, hungry look in her eyes, licked her lips, before she leaned in and started to lick his shaft, then took the glans in her mouth, before she opened her mouth and leaned in, taking in half of his length, and he tensed as she began to suck.
"Hngh…" he grunted, and involuntarily thrust his hips forward before he could stop himself, but all she did was moan. The vibrations traveling along his shaft and into his crotch, as he felt her suck even harder, and he felt the muscles at the back of her mouth massage his crown as she swallowed the honey.
He knew he wouldn't last long, both from how pent-up he was and the skill she had developed over the last week, he was ready to come after only a few minutes, though he wanted to draw it out. But his lover was determined to get her snack, and redoubled her efforts as she felt him tense, reaching up with a hand to gently hold his balls, and started to gently massage them.
Placing his hand on the back of her head, he thrust his ships several more times, grunting and moaning her name as his shaft throbbed and his semen filled her mouth, which she hungrily swallowed with an impassioned moan.
"Mmm…it is…Delicious." She purred, delivering a gentle kiss to his tip as the last few drops emerged onto her lips, which she licked clean.
"I'm still horny though, so I'm not done with you yet." She said, seemingly more lucid than when he'd walked in, but clearly still in the mood.
"I'm guessing I can't…" Harry said, looking down her body, she sighed and shook her head.
"No, hopefully some time tomorrow baby. Besides, you should be getting plenty of fanny around Gryffindor anyway, I heard what you did to Parvati and Luna. Nice job."
She then handed him the honey pot and turned her back, on her hands and knees, she thrust her hips towards him.
"Now…It's my turn. Put that gorgeous dick, magic tongue and talented fingers to good use…" she purred.
"You know we can't, not yet, the bond isn't ready."
"Then fuck my arse! I know you want to, I know you've been ogling it, you even gave it a kiss the other day…it felt nice…wanna try that again? Hmm?" she said, her tone becoming sultry as she swayed her hips invitingly. Harry sucked in a breath as he felt himself pulse with need, he was still hard, almost painfully so, and he really wanted to feed from her, needed to, as he was struggling to hide just how tired he was getting, he'd have to feed soon.
'Wow…she really does have a nice bum.' He took the honey, then started to pour it over her lower back and butt, watching as it made a trail of sweet gold down over her cheeks and between them, over her winking ring, and down to her swollen lips.
Licking his lips, he leaned in.
"§Lets see how just how good this tastess…§"
"Ha-Harry…Wha—EEP!" Hermione yelped as her already lust-addled mind dissolved into bliss as pleasure she hadn't felt for several days now exploded through her pelvis, ventured right on the edge of her labia, and slowly working up. Instinctively, she clenched her muscles, or tried to, but her body just wouldn't respond. That wonderful magical tongue just seemed to make her muscles relax. She let out a hoarse scream of need and pushed her hips back into his face forcefully as he went past her entrance, licking up the warm honey.
Hermione moaned and shuddered as she felt his tongue start to gently press into her, while at the same time, she felt fingers start to explore her slit.
She tried to focus, but it was difficult, her mind was filled with images of what Harry was doing to her, what she wanted him to do to her, and what she'd let him do, if only he had the courage to ask, or she had the presence of mind to ask him to do.
She whimpered with disappointing as she felt him withdraw, but that whimper turned into another moan as she felt something far firmer than his tongue start to gently push into her passage, filling her from both sides.
'That's not…too thin and hard…are those…?' she tried to focus, but soon gave up and gave in, to the pure pleasure now flooding her as she felt Harry's fingers probing deep inside her.
For his part, Harry was thoroughly enjoying himself, he had his beautiful bushy haired girlfriend on her hands and knees, mewling like a cat in heat as he thrust two fingers in and out of both her vagina and ass, alternating between matching paces and speed, to alternating ones. Both pairs of fingers in and out at the same time, or one in and one out, both slow then fast, or one fast and one slow, like he couldn't make up his mind how he wanted to work her over.
Then, with a grin, he leaned forward and bit her left cheek, then kissed the other. His shaft was painfully hard still, and he really wished he had an extra hand free.
"Cum for me…cum for me 'Mione." Harry whispered, before he leaned over and started to kiss and lick the cheeks of her butt, wishing, just for a moment, that he'd conjured something to help with her clit. But he figured licking her beautiful bum, as he'd thought about doing recently, while using Parseltongue, was probably all she'd need, or be able to tolerable. Any more and her mind would probably break, which probably wouldn't be a good thing long-term.
"Oh…oh god…oh fu—fuck me…yes! Yes…YES! Frig me darling, suck me, fuck me! Oh god…so good…oh baby please! Fuck my arse, my fanny, my mouth! Anything! What ever you want darling, I'll do anything you want, let you do anything you want, just as long as you use that magic tongue, and that gorgeous…delicious dic—OH!"
Harry smiled, feeling rather pleased and smug with himself as his normally prim and proper girlfriend, who was usually all about following the rules, was reduced to a gibbering moaning shaking mass on his fingers as he buried the index and middle finger of each hand all the way into her body, while he sucked, licked, sucked and even bit the firm flesh of her arse as she thrust wantonly, desperately against his mouth and hands.
Though he wanted to feed, the position wouldn't have been entirely optimal, and as he drew his left fingers out of her, he could see faint traces of pink on them, which was really not appetizing at all.
As he pulled his fingers out, Hermione rolled to one side, boneless and moaning as aftershocks ran through her. Her rump covered with small red marks from where he'd sucked particularly hard on them, and were those…? Yes, those were tooth marks.
'"Best meat's in the Rump"…indeed.' he thought, but decided not to voice it.
"You okay?" he asked, wiping his fingers clean.
"Mmm…"
"I'll take that as a yes."
-=-
Half an hour later, the door to the Room swung open and Harry and Hermione stumbled out, freshly showered, though Harry still hadn't fed yet, and he was starting to wonder if she'd noticed yet.
"That was…that was great Harry…thanks. Thanks for helping me, I'm feeling a lot better now, though still a little randy." She said, winking at him.
"Yeah, anytime 'Mione. Anytime." He replied.
"Well, I should be done by tomorrow, so you won't need to keep going to others from then on, and once I start producing milk, which could be any day now, or in a couple of weeks, that should hopefully that should suffice when this happens again."
Harry raised an eyebrow, his eyes going down to her chest, as he tried to imagine what her B cups would look like swollen with milk, and tried to picture himself nursing, he honestly wasn't sure how he felt about that.
"Guess we'll find out soon huh?" he said. She grinned, thrusting her chest out at him.
"I know I'm not very big right now, but they should grow bigger, become at most a mid to high C cup."
"They're fine as they are." He replied. She smiled at him.
"You're really sweet Harry, but I'm not blind. I saw you ogling Susan's boobs the other day, hell, I had a grope recently."
"Wait—What?!" Harry almost choked as a picture flashed through his mind of his girlfriend gently caressing Susan's rather ample bust popped into his head.
Hermione continued as if she hadn't heard him. "Anyway…since I think we're both still a little horny…I was wondering if you'd be willing to…" she trailed off, giving him a sultry look.
Harry looked around, there wasn't anyone present, and it wasn't quite curfew yet. He smiled at her. "Anything you want 'Mione."
Hermione turned her back, raised her skirt and pushed her panties down to her knees, then leans forward, arching her back and pushing her hips towards him.
"Do what you did in there…I want to feel that again."
Harry smiled, cast a few silencing charms, then knelt behind her and took her butt in his hands and leaned in.
-=-=-=-
Aurora Sinistra slammed open the door to her private quarters, then closed it with just as much force, finally letting out the snarl of frustration and fury that had been bottled up since she'd apprehended Draco and his cronies.
She'd marched them to Dumbledore, who thankfully, had still been in his office.
She had explained the situation and demanded their expulsion, citing that they had attacked one of their own House. Dumbledore had said that, since it was a Slytherin matter, then Serverus should be present. Aurora had scoffed, saying that he had been, but had apparently either been ignoring Miss Greengrass's calls for help, or had been waiting to ambush any student to come to her rescue with a detention.
Dumbledore had had the audacity to wave her off, saying Serverus would never do such a thing. Serverus had been called in to testify, and had sworn that he'd had no knowledge of the alleged assault, and even went as far as implying that Harry had set the whole thing up to ambush Draco and his friends, which Sinistra had almost drawn her wand at.
Dumbledore had then promised that he would deal with the situation and dismissed her. She'd had to bite her tongue to stop the retort from coming. She knew that if she lashed out at him, it would cost her her job, if not her life.
Though as she left the office and headed down the stairs, she could have sworn she heard raised voices coming from within, though part of her wondered if that had just been her own mind yelling at her to go back and hang the both of them.
With a groan, she sat down at her desk, with a flick of her wand, she summoned a glass goblet, and a bottle of brandy that she used to help deal with stress when things got tough for her.
'Probably not the best idea to try and drown my grievances in a bottle…We need to have a staff meeting.'
Then her thoughts turned to Harry, he'd seemed, off. He'd looked tired, as if he hadn't been getting much sleep, and Hermione, the few times she'd seen the girl, at meal times and in class, had looked…frazzled.
She decided that she'd bring that up during the meeting, once she got one organized. The staff usually held a meeting at the end of each week, on a statuary, which was not ideal, as she wanted one that did not involve Dumbledore or Snape.