Then Harry started moving again, slowly sinking the rest of his length into the waif of a blonde. It was slow going, but after a few minutes, he was gently thrusting in and out of her, the lubrication charm providing enough give so his pace was slow but steady and gentle, and soon, Luna was thrusting back to meet him, and they soon fell into a rhythm, their hips coming together repeatedly, the only sounds besides that and the splashes of the chocolate, were Luna's gasps and moans, accompanied by the sighs and whispers of encouragement of the other three girls.
Soon Luna started moving her hips faster, trying to encourage him to speed up, but he made sure not to go too fast, but Luna was persistent. She wanted him to bugger her until she couldn't sit or walk, and she made it clear she was going to get what she wanted.
Harry grunted with effort as his mind sank into bliss, and he lost track of time, all he could focus on was the sight and feel of Luna's tight hole sliding along the length of his hard shaft, and the Slap-Slap-Slap of her cute little bum meeting his thrusting hips. As he felt his climax start to build, he also felt Susan's fingers holding his balls squeeze them ever so gently, trying to encourage him to cum. He didn't even realise that Susan was thrusting against him the same way Daphne had until she moaned her own release, Daphne and Hermione soon joining her, apparently the phantom sensations they were all feeling on their clits provided just enough stimulation for them.
With a cry, he screwed his eyes shut, arched his back and thrust into Luna's tight anus as his climax finally peaked, and his cum splashed into her waiting, eager body in warm, creamy spurts. Luna went crazy with lust, pushing her hips back, trying to take him even deeper, then when that didn't work, she started gyrating them, causing his still spurting shaft to move inside her.
When at last, the spurts stopped, he slowly slid out of her and sat down, exhausted, but an idea struck him as Daphne and Hermione helped Luna down so she could recover. Popping another of the toffees into his mouth, he turned and grabbed Susan's hips, slid in front of her as he lowered himself enough, and pushed his growing tongue as deep into her pussy as he could get it, until he reached her cervix.
Something she eagerly approved of, as she grabbed his head to hold him steady as she started to thrust her hips. It didn't take her long to peak. He then moved on to Daphne, giving her the same treatment, which she eagerly accepted with a happy, tired grin.
Finally, when each of the girls had had their turn with both his dick and his tongue, the consensus was made that it was time to call it a night. Using the clear crystal, the bath was magically emptied, the chocolate vanishing, both from the pool and their bodies, though they had to use the water to get all of it off and out of them.
By the time the four stumbled, half asleep from exhaustion into the bedroom, Hermione noted on the wall clock that it was 2:30am in the morning.
But that was the last thing she was aware of as they all piled onto the bed, and finally, finally, passed out.
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As awareness slowly came back to Luna, she found herself smiling at the warmth surrounding her as she took stock of her surroundings.
She was curled up, sandwiched between two other bodies, both female, both warm, soft, and as wonderfully naked as she was. A smile started to stretch across her still drowsy face, the memories of the night before trickling into her consciousness. She sighed, letting out a slight moan as she became aware of the wonderful soreness from her bum, the arm that was draped over her waist and the hand resting against her crotch, the pair of soft boobs pressed into her shoulder blades, and the leg that was pinned between her own, spreading them just enough for that hand to go places. The smile grew.
Last night had been one of many firsts for Luna Lovegood.
And she'd already decided, she wanted more. Much more.
And the best way for her to do that was to try and arrange things so she could spend more time in bed with her new friends, or would that be lovers now?
The simplest way to do that was for her to switch to Gryffindor from Ravenclaw, but a house transfer like that wasn't done unless it was absolutely necessary. The staff wouldn't just put her in Gryffindor if she just asked. The fastest and easiest way to do that would be to have someone cast the Gift on her, or figure out a way to cast it on herself.
But that was a drastic measure, and one she doubted her current bed-mates would really approve of. Still…
There was another option however, it was more long-term, but the end result would be the same. She just needed to ask permission from the Alpha first.
Speaking of…she lifted her head and opened her eyes, looking round, noting the sea of red hair in front of her that was Susan's sleeping form, breathing deeply, though she seemed to be slowly waking. Looking over her left shoulder, Luna saw the darker blonde hair of Daphne immediately behind her, though she couldn't see Harry or Hermione anywhere.
"Mmm…Luna?" Came the tired, but happy sounding voice of Susan, who had moved so she could see the blonde. Luna turned back to face the redhead, whose eyes had opened just a little, showing how drowsy the girl was, but she looked satisfied, very satisfied.
"Good morning Susan. Sleep well?" Luna asked.
"Mmm…wonderfully. Last night was great."
Luna gave a slight nod in the affirmative as she felt the arm around her start to move, and heard a yawn behind her as Daphne roused herself.
"Mornin'." She slurred, still mostly asleep.
"Morning sleepyhead." Susan grinned as she propped herself up, not even trying to cover her breasts, letting Luna get an eyeful, which was fine, she'd seen and done a lot more the night before.
"Are your bums as sore as mine is? Don't think I'll be sitting down today." Luna asked with a yawn.
Daphne snorted as she too started to move, looking for the other two bed-mates. "Yes, it is. And that'll teach you not to demand a certain stud shag your arse raw until you can't sit down. Speaking of the stud, where is he?"
Susan and Luna looked around, the 'bed' they had all been sleeping on, which was actually more of a giant beanbag, but couldn't see a trace of their two missing companions. Their gazes went to the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar, and the sound of running water became evident.
"Well, guess that answers that. Wanna join 'em? Susan asked as she crawled off the bag and stood. Smiling, Luna and Daphne soon joined her.
"Yes, lets. I have a question I want to ask Hermione, and yes, my bum is still sore from last night. But it was worth it." Luna said, as she gave the redhead a quick hug and a squeeze, before skipping to the bathroom door and opening it.
They found Hermione reclining against the side of the bathtub, Harry kneeling between her spread legs as she moaned, the shower fixture above them dowsing them with warm water, the same ornately carved fixture Luna had put on her show under the night before, the carved visage of the goddess Aphrodite smiling down at them all. Daphne tilted her head as she looked at the statue's face, and she could have sworn the eyes flicked up to meet her own, and the pleased smile it wore turned hungry.
Come to think of it, hadn't the statue watched them all last night? She was certain the statue had regarded them all with approval as they'd showered, in both water and liquid sugar and chocolate, while having sex.
"Morning you two, I see you started without us. Hope you didn't steal all his cream Hermione." Susan said, grinning as she moved to get into the tub with her friends.
"Mor-Morning, hah! N-No…I saved…some…ohhhh." The brunette moaned.
"Good, 'cause we're hungry." Susan said. Luna paused as she finished getting into the warm water, which was about waist deep. The 'bath' was more like a small pool.
"Last night was lots of fun. Thank you." She said, smiling. Hermione smiled back at her, her face flushed, and not just from the humidity of the bath.
"You're welcome."
"Actually, I have a question to ask." Luna said.
Hermione blinked, trying to focus herself and concentrate past the wonderful work her boyfriend was doing. "Sure."
"May I start Bonding with Harry?"
Hermione blinked as she opened her mouth to respond before snapping it shut, and the orgasm her lover was rapidly pushing her to wasn't helping her concentration either.
"Its not rea-really up to…meee!" Hermione gasped as her climax finally hit, she clamped her thighs around the mop of black hair between them and the three other girls all smiled as they heard a gulping noise from the boy sat in the tub, the water coming up his shoulders.
"Well, I figured I'd ask you since you are the Alpha." Luna said. Daphne quirked an eyebrow as she brought a hand up to her full breasts, giving them a little heft, slightly surprised at how quickly they'd refilled.
"Didn't realise we had a ranking system." She commented.
"We don't." Hermione sighed as she pushed Harry's face away from her well-licked labia before sinking down into the water and kissing him. "The rest of your breakfast is here."
Harry snorted after their kiss and he turned to smile wistfully in greeting at the other three girls as they smiled back at him, and he moved to hug each of them. "Morning ladies, sleep well?"
"We did, we slept very well." Susan said, drawing him in for a deep kiss, not caring that she could still taste Hermione on him. "Hope you're still hungry, 'cause the girls are full again." She said with a giggle.
Harry rolled his eyes, giving Susan a quick kiss on the lips before moving to Daphne then Luna. "At this rate, I might as well just go an a full liquid diet and let you lot eat all the regular food, and I'll just stick to sucking your tits and fannys."
"That's a wonderful idea!" Luna said as she reached down into the water, taking hold of his hard shaft, and cooing as she felt him tense up. "But neither of you answered my question. May I Bond with you?"
"Is that what you want?" Harry asked, taking Luna's face in-hand, looking deep into her silver-grey eyes as Daphne and Susan embraced him from behind. Luna held his gaze for a moment, then nodded firmly.
"Last night was truly magical, and I mean that. Not just the sex, but the dance, what you all did for me after mummy's dress was destroyed, I will never forget that, and the acceptance you showed me here in this room last night after the dance, that was wonderful, and I want more of that."
Harry thought her words over as Daphne and Susan started to kiss and lick his neck from both sides, it was sort of distracting, but not by much. Bonding with Luna, without the Gift being in play, would take most of the year, or at least 9 months, meaning they'd be ready to fully Bond by the start of the next school year. Could he really handle having an extra girl to service? He already had his hands full with Daphne, Susan and Hermione on a daily basis, but the more he thought about it, and remembered the night before, and how enthusiastic Luna had been…
He'd honestly never pegged the shy, reclusive and rather aloof little Ravenclaw to be so eager. While she had been a bit shy at first, she'd taken to it rather quickly.
"Well, if that's what you want, I guess I don't really see any harm in it. I'm gonna have to be careful though, at this rate, people will think I'm trying to steal all the girls." He snorted. The others laughed with him. Then Luna leaned forward and kissed him deeply.
"Thank you. Now, while you help relieve Susan and Daphne of their morning pressure, I'll get started." And with that, she pushed him until he was sitting on the side of the bath, and sank down into the water between his legs, looking up at him as she closed her mouth around his still swollen glans as she saw Daphne and Susan move in once more, each lifting a breast for him to suckle on. His moan was quickly silenced as a nipple was pushed into his mouth and he started to drink from Susan, who sighed as the pressure started to ease up.
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When they finally all emerged, refreshed and well fed, and in Harry's case, very well fed, they were all pleasantly surprised to find their school clothes neatly folded and waiting for them on separate hampers, the large beanbag they'd all slept on was still there however.
"I wonder how the others are doing." Harry muttered as he started pulling on his trousers, noticing that there wasn't any underwear set out for him. 'Guess I won't be needing it anymore.' He thought.
"If what we heard last night is any indication? Probably very well indeed. I still don't understand the point of making the walls so thin we'd be able to hear the others shagging Luna." Hermione said as she moved to slip on her blouse, noting that her bra wasn't among the set out clothes. Her periwinkle blue dress that she'd worn the night before was gone, presumably to be washed and laundered, as was the dresses and suit the others had worn, the only exception being the ice dress Luna had worn. That made Hermione pause.
Luna had asked the room to give them something to sleep on that wouldn't disintegrate while she slept on it, so it had given them a beanbag made of synthetic fabric.
'Hmm…I wonder…'
"Luna, we need to see if that jinx on you has warn off yet, and if it hasn't, I think I might have an idea how you can still wear clothes. I know you like being naked, but the rest of the staff likely wouldn't approve." Hermione said, turning to the younger blonde, despite the fact she herself was still naked from the waist down, having not put on her knickers, socks or skirt yet.
Five minutes and the loss of an old cotton nightie later proved the jinx was still very much there, so Hermione asked the room to create a set of school robes and a skirt for Luna that wouldn't deteriorate.
When the group stepped out into the small atrium and met up with their friends, they were surprised to find Luna fully dressed in her school robes.
"Oh, that jinx on you wore off Luna?" Hannah asked, the girl looking very satisfied, and well rested. Next to her, Neville also looked well rested, and very happy. Harry was happy for his friend. He wasn't sure how far he and Hannah had gone, but if the moans they'd heard from Hannah the night before, along with the other girls present, it was clear the two of them, indeed, all the couples, had greatly enjoyed their night.
"No." Luna said aloofly, her eyes once again rather wide. "I'm wearing something made from what Hermione calls Polyester and Nylon. Apparently, they get really uncomfortable in warm weather, though by the summer, clothing won't be an issue for me." Luna replied casually.
"Huh, I wonder how Fleur and Viktor got on last night." Seamus said, drawing chuckles from the others.
"Considering he was with Fleur, rather lucky I'd say." Dean grinned. The others chuckled.
"So, how did the ton tongue toffees go down?" Fred asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
Hermione, Daphne, Susan and Luna all blushed fiercely.
"Um…very well, thank you Fred." Hermione said, suddenly feeling oddly embarrassed.
"Huh?" the others asked. George grinned.
"I'll give you some later Neville, you guys too if you wanna have some fun with it. We originally designed it to be a prank toffee that makes your tongue long, and we figured Harry and his lovely ladies might enjoy it last night, so we gave them some of our latest batch."
Neville, Hannah, Seamus, Dean, Padma and Parvati exchanged looks, grind, blushed and started giggling, at least the three girls did. Alicia and Angelina blushed fiercely. As they had been on the receiving end of that toffee's effects the previous night.
"We're thinking of opening a Joke Shop in Diagon when we graduate." George said. "Though with this toffee, maybe it should be a sex shop."
The others chuckled.
"We'll be sure to keep our eyes open for it." Susan said with a grin.
"Ya know, I realised something this morning." Harry said, the others turned to look at him, "I haven't seen or heard anything from Peeves since the night of the Champion Selection."
"The Author forgot about him." Luna quipped casually.
The others blinked, staring at her in confusion.
"Who?" Daphne asked.
"The Author." Luna replied as if it made all the sense.
"What author?" Fred asked, slowly backing away from her.
"The guy making this whole thing up of course. The guy who just had all of us shagging in various ways for hours on end."
The others exchanged looks, before Susan just shrugged and mouthed to the others 'It's just Luna being Luna.'
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In his room, Ron sighed miserably as he dragged himself out of bed. He hadn't seen anything of Harry or his partners after the incident with Looney Lovegood's dress, though he had got a brief glimpse of her small tits, then she'd been escorted out by Hermione, Daphne and McGonagall, and returned about half an hour later wearing some sort of weird dress that had reacted rather oddly to the lights. That had been interesting.
But last night had been awful, not only had he failed to secure a date, so his own sister had decided to take pity on him, at least that was the story he would tell to anyone willing to listen, assuming he ever told it.
Neville hadn't come back to the dorm, neither had Seamus or Dean, and he hadn't seen the twins either. Oddly enough, he hadn't seen Bill or Charlie around the previous night. He assumed they'd be there, as Percy had been, and that had been odd. Mister Crouch had also been absent, though he couldn't really remember why, he figured that was why Percy the Prat had been there. Percy hadn't really interacted much with anyone, just sat at the head table and kept quiet, and glared at Harry and oddly enough, the Seventh Year Ravenclaw Head Girl, Penny-something? If Ron remembered right, she'd been Percy's girlfriend before he'd graduated.
She'd ended up dancing with a boy from Durmstrang, one of Krum's friends, though Ron forgot, or better yet, didn't know his name. Nor did he really care to.
It was just so UNFAIR!
Not only did Potter get the monopoly on all the hot girls in their year, and, Ron was certain, getting multiple blowjobs every day, Viktor Krum had also landed the Veela Fleur Delacour! Whereas he had been saddled with his baby sister!
Even Katie Bell had wound up with Jordan. He'd heard her moaning from the 6th Year's dorm level. The only other boy of note Ron could remember who hadn't secured himself a date was McClaggen.
As he finished getting dressed, Ron thought back on how things had gone with Harry and Hermione since Harry's name came out of the Goblet. In truth, he did feel bad for giving Harry the cold shoulder following that night. Then there had been that curse Draco had used. He'd written to Bill, asking him what he knew about it, and Bill had sent him a reply back saying he'd heard of it, but only in passing, and that it hadn't been used in a very long time, falling out of favour centuries ago, though he wouldn't say why, but had promised to look into it and report back.
Since there had been nothing to report, he'd neglected to mention it to Harry or Hermione that he'd contacted Bill at all. Then the incident with Draco had happened, and Hermione's two friends had taken hits meant for Neville's girlfriend Abbot and the snake's younger sister.
Now Malfoy and his cronies were in Azkaban where they belonged, which was good, but also denied him his usual target.
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As Harry and his friends settled in for breakfast at the Gryffindor Table, he looked to the Ravenclaw table, where Fleur sat. Fleur and Krum had arrived in the Great Hall for breakfast walking side by side, but it was clear to all present and watching that the date that had happened between them likely wouldn't develop into anything. A few whispers among the students had started to circulate. Viktor's fans had glowered at Fleur with jealous, yet smug looks on their faces, but Fleur ignored them.
Fleur smiled as she settled down with her schoolmates, choosing to ignore the jealous glares she was getting. The night before had been decent enough. She could already hear and see the whispering, pointing and snickering of the students around her as Krum gave her a polite nod and headed for his own house-mates, several of whom were giving him congratulatory smiles and grins, though only the boys. The girls were scowling, mainly in her direction. She ignored them.
Viktor had been decent enough as a date. He hadn't been as useless on the dance floor as she'd feared, he'd mostly been immune to her allure, or at least, he'd shown considerable strength of will to resist it, something that had sparked the interest of her more primal side, which had started to stir at the prospects of a potential mate.
He had been…adequate. Not disappointing by any stretch, but nothing to write home and brag about either. Needless to say, nothing would really come of their night together, and it seemed he could tell that morning when they had woken in his quarters aboard the Durmstrang ship.
Though he had been mature enough to recognise and accept the fact that nothing more would come of their time together, and they had parted ways amicably, she still caught the brief look of longing he gave her as they separated, but he quickly mastered himself. Though she was sure the rumour mill would get to work quickly enough.
The fact that Viktor seemed to realise and accept that there would be nothing more between them so quickly spoke a lot of his maturity, and Fleur found part of herself lamenting that fact that he was so 'average' in all the ways that really mattered to a Veela, apart from his strength of will.
And yet, in other ways, she was relieved that he wasn't going to get attached to her like all the others she'd slept with. Nothing annoyed her more, and turned her off faster, than a male who who didn't know when to take the hint that 'No' meant NO.
More than a few times, she had made the mistake of sleeping with boys in her year and sometimes older, and younger, only for them to become hopelessly besotted with her after only a few trysts, and a few times, even just the one. The last thing she wanted though was to be tied down to some brainless boy who was doped up on hormones and lust, utterly convinced that what the two of them had would last forever.
She wasn't like her mother or grandmother; willing to settle down with the first male to get her pregnant. Though in her grandmother's case, she and her mate had genuinely loved each other, the issue was, was that he had been claimed, or was about to be claimed, by one of her grandmother's rivals.
So when her grandmother, Marie Delacour, started courting her future husband and eventually married him, or as some had said, for lack of a better word, poached her rival's mate, things had got ugly.
Her gaze drifted over to the Gryffindor table where Harry and his girls now sat. The girls were all eating heartily, but Harry was barely touching his food, likely already having a full stomach.
The other girls in the Hall were already glaring balefully at her, but she ignored them. That was nothing new. As she had told Harry and his friends when she gave her little history lesson, she had friends before her Awakening, but once it had started, and her true nature had begun to assert itself, most of those friends had quickly turned on her, as the ones Gabrielle had would one day do so.
These days, the few friends she still had were lesbians, who had no interest in boys, but also spent their time lusting after her, something she found cute and endearing, but never pursued. While Veela were no strangers to same-sex relationships, it wasn't something they practised often, as Veela by their very nature were heterosexual.
As for her detractors, well, they stemmed from the string of lovers she'd had and then tossed aside when they'd started getting persistent, or in the case of some, had shown themselves to be utterly horrible people, as the taste of their sperm had revealed.
In those instances, the encounters had ended then and there, and never made it to actual sex. As it turned out, those same boys then proven themselves and her judgement by starting malicious rumours about her, that her rivals were eager to spread. As a result, she typically had a low opinion of most girls her own age and older, though they were cordial to her when it was required. The rabid fangirls that Krum seemed to have amassed were already sending rather unpleasant looks in her direction. She mentally rolled her eyes. If they wanted him, they could have him, she wasn't going to stop them.
"So, already making a move to get one over on Durmstrang I see." One of her classmates said haughtily in french. "I guess you'll be going after Diggory and Potter next? Or will you continue to string Viktor along?"
Fleur stopped eating. It had started sooner than she'd expected.
She turned to level a glare at the black-haired girl, Charlotte Monet.
Charlotte had been one of those friends she had had before her Awakening, but who had then turned on her when her then boyfriend — who would soon lose that title — had shamelessly stared at Fleur on Valentine's day that year, rather than pay attention to his girlfriend.
And that hadn't been the only such incident.
Now however, Fleur felt she couldn't just ignore the slights against her that she knew were coming.
"I asked Viktor to the Ball because I didn't find any of the boys here cognisant enough to do more than drool around me, and the boys of Durmstrang make me uncomfortable, Krum, and a couple of others, being the exception. And no, I'm not 'getting one over' on Durmstrang, or Hogwarts. And no, I won't be going after Cedric or Harry. Cedric has a girlfriend, and Harry has several, as you may have noticed, if you weren't too busy drooling over the magazine cutouts you have of him in your room." Fleur said levelly, causing the other girl's face to flush brightly with embarrassment.
Quickly mastering herself, Charlotte smirked, "So, thinking of adding yourself to Potter's harem then? Wasn't aware Veela were the type to share."
Fleur outwardly didn't respond, deciding it was best to ignore the other girl. She would have to get involved with that group eventually, especially once they started Bonding. She had told Susan the night before that Bonding with Harry would be a life-changing experience, and then-some. She still hadn't told them what would happen, and she knew she should, but part of her wanted to see the looks on their faces when it happened, at least the first time, she just hoped they'd wait a bit longer, give her more time to prepare. She needed to tell her mother what was going on, after all.
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The rest of Boxing Day passed rather uneventfully, the students enjoying the snow, Daphne spent a lot of it with Astoria, thankfully, the rest of the Slytherins had left the young girl alone, at least in the sense she wasn't being bullied. Though the fact that Tracey Davis and the Sallow twins were also keeping an eye on Astoria also likely contributed to that. Indeed, there seemed to have been a marked improvement in the mood among the girls in Slytherin, with the absence of Draco and his ilk, though Snape was still an ever present downer, wearing his habitual sneer and scowl.
Harry and the girls had mostly recovered from the previous night's activities, though it was evident that Hermione, Daphne and Susan were still a little sore when they sat down, Luna though seemed to act like she didn't care, as for Harry, he was utterly exhausted. He was starting to wonder if sex was a better form of workout than Quidditch or walking all over the castle.
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The day after Boxing Day however, Tuesday the 27th, was when the Fates decided to remind Harry that they still very much had him by the Family Jewels. Or rather, that his own special brand of luck, which he'd privately taken to calling Potter Luck, was in fact, contagious.
Daphne was running, she didn't know where or for how long, and she didn't care. All she knew was that she had to get away from Draco. The sight of him leering down at her, his fetid, unwashed flesh just in front of her face twisted her stomach and made her want to wretch, but she'd fought that down and took advantage of his momentary lapse in focus and dropped the son of a whore!
Then she'd gotten the hell out of there. And now she was working her way through the castle, dodging and weaving around people, until she made it out to the transfiguration courtyard, and was able to take a breather of the cool winter air to clear her head.
"Hello Daphne. I was just talking to Fleur a short while ago, she wanted to know if Harry enjoyed his Christmas present from all of us. I told her he did. Very much so, as we all did."
Daphne turned, eyes wide, fearing she'd been pursued and found, only to realise that instead of an angry Draco, it was a curious looking Luna. A fierce blush coming to her face as the younger girl's words registered, and she looked around, thankfully noticing they were alone.
"Are you alright Daphne? There seems to be a swarm of Wrackspurts buzzing about your head."
"I…I…I don't know." Daphne mumbled.
A frown of concern crossed Luna's face as she stepped a little closer. "Did someone else attack you?"
"I was…something weird is going on. Over the past couple of weeks I've been getting these weird flashes, images, fragments, of things happening but I don't remember it. It first started that day Draco tried to assault me with his little group of monkeys."
Luna blinked owlishly at her, but said nothing, patiently waiting for the older blonde to continue.
"Anyway, Draco said something about me being 'as good as last time' or something like that, but I don't remember ever being in a situation where I'm about to give him a blowjob, certainly not willingly."
A frown crossed Luna's features. "Sounds like you might have been memory charmed. Flashes like that are usually an indication of an improperly cast Obliviate that is starting to wear off."
Daphne's face paled, her mind raced as she remembered what just happened, and her eyes went wide with guilt as she shuddered. It hadn't been Draco she'd just dropped. He was in Azkaban.
"I think, I think I might have just really hurt Harry." She mumbled.
"Oh?" Luna asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"I was about to… well, you know, and I looked up at his face, but I saw Draco's instead, I freaked, jumped to my feet, kicked him in the balls and ran!" she shivered again as that image passed through her mind.
Luna regarded her for a moment, before she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the other girl in a tight hug.
Daphne stiffened for a moment, before she returned the hug, sniffling as she tried not to break down.
"Come on, lets get the others." Luna said.
-=-
Pomfrey frowned as she ran her wand over Daphne's head, the diagnostic spells feeding the information into her head as she did so.
Near by were Harry, Hermione, Luna and Susan, all looking worried, and behind them, was a rather worried-looking Minerva. Poppy couldn't help but empathise; Minerva had been running around getting these two latest Gryffindors settled in, then the mess with Luna Lovegood at the Yule Ball, now this.
"Well, what is it Poppy?" Minerva asked.
Pomfrey sighed and lowered her wand, turning to her friend, then looking at the assembled teens.
"I've checked the readings three times, and it seems there is evidence of Obliviation, though how severe, I can't say. I'm not a qualified mind healer. I suggest you call her parents in Minerva," she then turned to Daphne. "I'm sorry Miss Greengrass, but there isn't much more I can do for you here."
"Great…" Daphne muttered as McGonagall made her way to Pomfrey's office with a pensive look on her face.
A few minutes later, Dumbledore, Eleanor and Erikson walked into the Hospital Wing, the elder Greengrass's faces anxious.
"Poppy? Minerva? What's happened?" Erikson asked as his wife moved to their daughter's side.
"It would seem that Miss Greengrass has been the subject of at least one Obliviate, though there may have been more, it seems that the blocked memories are starting to resurface, as can sometimes happen if an Obliviate is not applied properly. Unfortunately, properly treating her is beyond my skill level, even though I trained at St Mungo's, as all Healers must. I recommend you take her there, they should be able to help you." Pomfrey said regretfully.
The two parents looked at one another, nodded, then guided Daphne towards Pomfrey's office.
"Why didn't you detect it before?" McGonagall asked. Pomfrey looked down, likely wondering the same thing.
"I…I don't know, likely because I wasn't looking for it specifically."
"Is that why you never treated Ginny after her possession?" Harry asked.
The remaining adults and girls turned to face him, McGonagall and Dumbledore both frowning with disapproval.
"As I said, treating that was out of my expertise, I recommended to the Weasleys that they take her to St Mungo's, but I was over-ruled." Pomfrey said, looking disapprovingly at Dumbledore.
"So she didn't get any treatment." Hermione murmured to herself, before looking up at Dumbledore. "That wasn't a lottery they won, after their second year. You paid for their trip to Egypt, didn't you, instead of getting Ginny the help she needed."
"Ron said that their mum assured them Ginny would be fine, and that all she needed was a change of scenery, I think." Harry spoke up.
"I did not want them to endure anymore stress, I felt a change of scenery and the chance to visit family far more therapeutic." Dumbledore reasoned, not liking how this conversation was going.
-=-
After a few hours, and much heated discussion in Dumbledore's office that frankly did not leave any of the students satisfied, Daphne returned, looking visibly upset, escorted to their private quarters where the others waited patiently.
As soon as Mufasa's portrait closed, Daphne sniffed. Before her face could even fully distort into an expression of pain and disgust, Susan and Hermione enveloped her in a tight hug. She broke down crying into the shoulders of the two other girls.
Harry felt slightly at odds. He wanted to offer his support to Daphne as well, but he also didn't want to crowd her. He also didn't want to get kicked again.
"It's okay Daph, it's okay." Susan said, as she and Hermione guided the blond to the large sofa. When Hermione pulled away, Harry stepped in and gently wrapped his arms around her in a gentle, protective hug.
Eventually, Daphne settled down enough to talk, Winky had delivered some of Daphne's favourite comfort food.
"They found evidence of multiple memory charms. At least a years worth. They managed to remove most of them, and it all came back…" Daphne said weakly, "The only reason I'm here and not at home is because I still need to feed." She shivered, and the other two girls tightened their hug.
"A year?" Hermione asked, the blonde nodded.
"Since third-year started."
"What…what happened?" Susan asked.
"Malfoy!" Daphne snarled as she continued to quietly cry, angrily wiping at her eyes and nose. "And his knuckle dragging apes."
Susan, Harry and Hermione exchanged worried looks, before they looked back at her, waiting for her to continue.
"It started at the beginning of third year, Draco started making demands of the girls, using his father's name as leverage, as many of the students in Slytherin have parents in the Ministry. He started forcing girls, mainly third and fourth year at the time, but also the odd fifth year and at least one sixth year to…give him head. Though he seemed pretty selective. I'm not sure who else, I know he just mentioned it on and off."
"That's horrible!" Hermione gasped, eyes going wide, face paling as she reached out and hugged her friend. Daphne hugged her back, sniffling as she fought to hold back tears.
"After every time, he'd Obliviate us. His friends, pretty much everyone who got arrested, helped him do it. I'm positive Parkinson was blowing him on the side daily, even then, but for some reason, he felt he could have all of Slytherin. As far as I know though, he didn't try anything with the Prefects, although, I think the sixth year he went after was, and still is, a Prefect."
"Didn't Snape do anything to stop it?" Susan asked, dreading the answer. Daphne snorted and shook her head.
"No. He…never participated, but he also never did anything to stop it. And before you ask, no, during that week of Detention I got with him, he didn't do anything other than glare at me."
"He's still a git." Harry muttered.
Hermione turned her head to admonish him, but stopped and frowned when she noticed both Susan and Daphne were nodding.
"Hate to say it Hermione, but he's right. As bad as Snape is to the Gryffindors in Potions, he wasn't much nicer to the Hufflepuffs or Ravenclaws."
"His selective favouritism begins and ends with Slytherin, though now his two favourite students are gone, I'm not sure if he'll hand out more points to the rest to pick up the slack, he hasn't seemed to since that day." Daphne added.
"Give him time." Harry snorted.
"Well, I think it's fair to say Pomfrey will be examining all the girls in Slytherin now, for memory charms, I asked her if she was going to do that and she said she was already planning to, and any others would be sent to St Mungo's immediately. We'll probably never see Draco or any of his friends again, which I'm totally happy with, at least, after his trial." Daphne said.
"I imagine that will probably still be a fair few months away, especially if they have a lot of evidence to go through. Although your aunt did seem to imply they'd try to fast-track if if more come forward, she's also looking to bring in Snape on charges of accessory." Susan added.
"So, what will happen now?" Hermione asked, Daphne took a breathe, collecting herself.
"Once everything came back, I told the healers what I remembered, they offered to reapply the memory blocks, properly this time, I refused. They said there wasn't really much else they could do, other than completely remove them. My dad called Bones and she came to St Mungo's, but she said there wasn't really anything she could do because now Susan is involved, she can't head up the investigation any longer, something about Conflict of Interest, but, as I said, she may soon make a move to arrest Snape depending on who else comes forward. She had one of her other Aurors, a woman named Singer and one of her recruits she was mentoring talk to me and take my statement."
"I know them, Ruth Singer, good Auror, very by the book, she's certainly more dependable than some others I know, like Scrimgeour, or Dawlish, that's for sure. As for that recruit, did her hair change colour?" Susan asked.
"She certainly seemed nice, very professional." Daphne replied, "and no, it was a young woman named Onai, Natsai Onai."
Susan nodded, "I know of her, apparently she's a graduate of Ougadou School of Magic, in Uganda, west Africa. Apparently, they don't use wands there, they teach wandless magic."
"Really? I've never heard of that school." Harry asked, Susan nodded.
"You would have if Binns talked about anything other than Goblin Rebellions. Apparently, the Animagus Transformation is also a taught class there, and it's taught as early as Third Year."
"That sounds real cool." Harry said.
"I've heard about it, it was founded round about the same time as Hogwarts, though I didn't know they taught the Animagus spell so early." Hermione added.
"Don't suppose she told you how to pull it off?" Harry asked with a smile, Daphne rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Afraid not, I didn't ask."
The conversation lulled as the group settled down and focused on comforting their friend, and Harry wondered to himself how this would affect them going forward, and how best to manage things.
-=-
A few hours later, Daphne found herself staring at Harry's shaft as she sat on the bed and he stood in front of her, Susan and Hermione on either side of her. Susan and Hermione had already had their turns.
She swallowed nervously.
'I can do this...I can do this...it's just a penis. It can't hurt me. And the boy who owns it never will.' she thought.
Reaching up with a slightly shaking hand, she gently wrapped her fingers around him, and started to gently stroke, taking slow steady breathes as she got as comfortable as she could. It was hot, and hard, yet, at the same time, soft under her fingers.
She stared at the red, swollen glans, the sight filling her with a sudden onrush of apprehension, but at the same time, a strong, almost overwhelming sense of need and hunger that was very familiar to her now, but the trepidation made her hesitate.
She felt a surge of heat run through her, starting between her legs and flowing up, then spreading out, and she unconsciously rubbed her thighs together, feeling wetness starting to pass her labia as she felt her breasts tingle and swell with the signs of arousal, her mind and body waging a war within her as she tried to work through her hesitation.
Her mind, which was flooded with the horrible memories of what she, and no doubt others, had been forced to endure in Slytherin was screaming 'NO! NO! NO!' but her body, thanks to her prior experiences with him, and that damn curse, was screaming 'YES YES YES!'
She leaned in, her lips less than an inch from his tip.
Her lips parted, her tongue slowly reaching out, but just as she was about to take her first tentative lick, she froze up, and the newly freed memories flashed through her mind again, and out of reflex, she looked up, but instead of seeing the blushing, bashful and some-what cute face of Harry Potter smiling reassuringly down at her, she saw the twisted visage of Draco Malfoy leering at her with a cruel sneer once more and she started to shake.
With a whimper and a sob, Daphne forged ahead, and finally closed her lips around Harry's glans. Again, images flashed through her mind, and she cringed, but tried to continue.
"It's okay Daph, don't force yourself." Susan said, putting an arm round her.
Daphne sucked in a breath through her nose, and tried to take Harry deeper, but let out another whimper, and this time, Harry stopped her.
"Daphne, stop." He said gently. She pulled back and shook her head.
"I have to do this Harry..." she said, her voice breaking as another sob escaped her, and she finally started to cry.
Within seconds, Harry had pulled her to her feet, wrapped her in a gentle embrace, then sat down in her place, pulling her into his lap, resting her face against his neck as she finally broke down as the full memories of what Draco had done to her for so long finally overwhelmed her.
"Shh...it's okay...you're okay...you're safe now..." he said, as he hugged her, stroking her head, neck and back as he tried his best to soothe her.
"We're here for you Daphne." Hermione said gently as she and Susan also hugged their friend, tears in her own eyes, and in Susan's, though Hermione could see they were tears of murderous rage as well as sadness.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. I'm not him. I'll never force you." Harry whispered as he continued to cradle the crying girl in his lap. He was honestly surprised with himself, he genuinely had almost no idea how to handle a crying girl, the limited experience he'd had had all been Hermione.
"We'll figure something out Daph, I promise." Susan said, stroking the blonde's back as she heaved a sobbing sigh and tried to get herself under control.
"I…I know it's stupid, I mean, it's just a dick, not a knife or something like that. I know I shouldn't have freaked, and I know what I have to do now, it's just, after everything he did…if the fucker wasn't already in Azkaban, I'd probably murder him. And after what I said before, about rewarding you for saving me then…and then there was those weird urges I had in the Room after the Yule Ball…urges that were basically telling me to…use you! I know you felt them too!" she said, looking at Susan and Hermione, who both nodded. Neither had really given any thought to what those urges had been compelling them to do until then. None of the other three were sure exactly how to respond to those feelings, though thankfully, they hadn't surfaced agaiin since that night. Though now it had been brought up, Hermione found herself concerned about them reappearing in the future, and how she and the others would handle it.
"It's okay Daph, we understand, you don't have to do anything you're not ready or willing to do. You don't have to touch it, kiss it, lick it or suck it if you don't want to. Hell, you don't even have to look at it if that makes you uncomfortable. And most importantly of all, never apologise for something that is not your fault. And as for those urges we all felt, that's just the damn curse affecting us." Harry said. She pulled back with a snort, wiping her eyes.
"Well, I can't not look at it, since Hermione and Susan have to use it now, and Luna wants her piece. And I know I'll have to eventually, to lift this curse, it just may take time." She said, wiping her eyes. "I'm not developing a penis phobia or anything, I actually do want to do it, it's just every time I try…I'm just…"
"You're not ready, understandable. You could try feeding from Susan." Harry said with a smile. She nodded.
"I think, for now, that would be best. Though when it comes to actually breaking the curse, it needs to be you, since the whole damn thing was designed to require a penis to be involved at the end anyway."
"If it helps, I'll even let you take control of the situation, even tie myself down to a bed and leave myself completely at your mercy." Harry said with an awkward smile. Daphne smiled back, her face flushing as she tried to picture him tied to a large bed, spreadeagled, even blind-folded, and naked, ready for her, and willing to do what ever she wanted.
She tried to imagine herself taking an assertive role, what as it called? Dominatrix? She imagined her commanding him to lick her, and she shivered as heat swept through her…followed by a chill that that was like ice down her spine.
'No, that wouldn't be right, especially after what I went through.' She thought.
"Didn't you say your relatives basically treat you like a slave?" she asked, looking him in the eye. He nodded.
Her eyes narrowed in a frown, as she replied, clamping down on the wellspring of anger she suddenly felt, whether it was directed at him or not, she wasn't sure.
"Then why make the offer to me? You must hate not having control."
"I hate when control is taken from me without my consent, yes, like with my living arrangements during summer, and this fucking tournament. But what I just suggested was willingly giving you control. Something Draco took from you. I'm offering it back."
Daphne opened her mouth to argue, then paused, and opened again and raised a hand, saying, "But if I do what you just suggested, I'd be basically using you, just like Draco did with me, when he held me down all those times." She fired a glare at him and made to move off his lap. "I'd be no better than him."
"No, you'd be nothing like him. What he did to you was non-consensual, but when control is given willingly, between consenting partners, when there is mutual respect…" Harry trailed off, letting her process his words.
"When did you two have time to experiment with dom/sub role play?" Susan asked.
Hermione chuckled, "I was super horny, thanks to my period, and I was in the Room of Requirement, Harry came in and I basically yelled at him to fuck me, he said we couldn't yet, so he fingered me, and he's been ogling my bum a lot, even kissed it in the shower a few times, so he finally took the hint and licked it. That is what gave me the idea for us to give Harry his 'group present' from all of us."
Harry shrugged. "The female form is a work of natural beauty, and should be worshipped in every way, no spot should be left out." Harry said, seriously, smiling.
The blonde and the red-head exchanged looks.
"So, if one of us asked you to give us a tongue bath, would you?" Susan asked. Harry looked thoughtful then shrugged.
"Well, I technically already have, a few times." Harry said, looking each of them in the eye as he said it.
Susan blushed as she imagined him doing just that, him licking her wherever she wanted his tongue. She tried to ignore the surge of arousal that shot through her and made her crotch almost uncomfortably wet, and her nipples almost painfully hard and sensitive.
"Have you guys tried the food thing yet?" she asked after a few minutes of silent fantasising, and judging by the red cheeks, Daphne had been thinking similar things, and having a similar reaction, so was Hermione.
They shook their heads, "Honestly haven't found the time yet, somehow. I mean, besides that time in the Room after the Yule Ball the other night." Hermione said.
"Well, that's one option for Daphne, just give her snacks or slices of toast covered in Harry's cum, that should hold her over for a while. And when that isn't an option, or she needs something a bit more filling, I'll do it." Susan said.
"That could work." Harry said with a smile.
The convocation continued like that for a while longer, as they theorised possible ways to help their friend.
Wednesday December 28th
Astoria Greengrass sat at one of the Common Room tables in Slytherin, reading the muggle comic Tracey Davis had smuggled into the school and gifted her for Christmas. Being a half-blood, Tracey had ready access to the muggle world, even if her father didn't approve. Though she found it rather dull, the pictures didn't move, and the art style was all strange, and the main character? Some rich lunatic claiming to be a bat!
'Muggles are weird.'
Though she was only half-reading it though, her mind was elsewhere, specifically, on the news her sister had given her that morning in private, the same news she'd also given Tracey and a few other girls in Slytherin, all of whom were now in the Hospital Wing getting examined by a rather stressed Pomfrey.
Her friends, Anne Sallow, fellow fourth year, had also been checked, at the behest of her brother Sebastian, and she'd just returned. Thankfully Anne showed no evidence of mental tampering, not that Draco would have dared, with their uncle being a former Auror, that had likely discouraged Draco from pursuing Anne, and Sebastian was so protective of her, if Draco had tried anything, he would have regretted it.
That, and Daddy Malfoy had probably warned his spawn to stay away from the Sallows.
Anne and Sebastian had mainly stuck to themselves, they'd never liked Draco, and their house animosity towards the other houses, Gryffindor especially, which Snape had fostered, had prevented the Sallows from really making any friends outside of their House, though Anne had promised Daphne that she would help keep an eye on Astoria and the younger Slytherins.
She sighed, guilt weighing heavily on her. Though her parents had given her a brief explanation of what had happened after Draco had cursed Daphne, Astoria knew far more that she let on to either her sister or their parents. She knew what Draco and his friends had been up to, but she had been too scared to come forward, and she hadn't known who to turn to. The deep-seated mistrust of Gryffindor had ruled out McGonagall as an option in her mind almost immediately, likewise with Dumbledore.
And with Snape not doing anything, well, things had just stewed. Until yesterday, when she'd been told, privately by Professor McGonagall, what had happened at St Mungos. McGonagall had then spoken to the girls of Slytherin and strongly advised them all to get checked by Pomfrey.
A genuine worry settled over Astoria, what if the Ministry arrested more than Snape? What if they took Dumbledore? Or more of the Staff? They couldn't force the school to close during the tournament, but what about after?
She honestly wasn't sure what she would do if Hogwarts closed. Sure, there were other schools, but they weren't as well staffed or supplied. As a result, they didn't really teach as much.
She sighed and put away the comic as the girls started to return.
Friday December 30th.
The atmosphere in Great Hall was cordial and pleasant, for most at least. News of the girls of Slytherin being checked for memory charms by Pomfrey had quickly made the rounds, despite doctor-patient confidentiality. Not all the girls had been found to have been charmed however. Of the 7th and 6th years; only the Seventh Year female Prefect, Imelda Reyes had shown evidence of tampering. Apparently, she'd tried to stop some of Draco's activities, but sadly had always failed. She looked particularly incensed as she sat down at the table, turning to send a quick glare up to the Head Table where the staff sat.
All in all, about 6 Slytherin girls including Daphne had been accosted by Draco over the past year, ranging from at-the-time third years up to seventh.
The girls from the other houses had also voluntarily visited Pomfrey, but none of them had reported any evidence of memory charms being used.
Harry in the meantime, was sat between Hermione and Susan, with Daphne to Susan's left. Following her trip to St Mungo's, it hadn't taken them long to quickly work out a new feeding regimen for her. For the most part, she would now feed almost exclusively from Susan, though she did accept 'samples' from him given to her via Susan as an intermediary, or via food, which they had tried with a moffin. The five of them had also re-examined everything they knew about Bonding and the Curse, from what Fleur had told them, in relation to two girls Bonding. And while it was certainly possible for a same-sex couple to Bond, breaking the curse required the involvement of Harry, there was just no way around that.
It seemed that when the Veela had created the curse, the idea of it ever being used on a same-sex couple had never occurred to them. Though from what Fleur had explained, the Veela at that time had been driven more by instinct than rational thought, and their instincts had been telling them to fuck anything with a penis that they could find in an almost feral attempt to break it and restore their normal form. So even if Susan and Daphne Bonded, there was a chance it wouldn't break the curse on either of them, which, Harry reasoned, was a problem for Future Harry to figure out.
He looked to his left and sent Daphne a reassuring smile, who returned it, grateful for his understanding and support.
The early morning mail delivery had just arrived, Harry noticed the forlorn look on Luna's face as she red a letter, probably from her father. No doubt she was worried about his reaction to the dress being destroyed, or was worried about how to tell him. He wished there was something he could do for her. Charlie had finally sent him a letter, wanting to know exactly how Harry had pulled off what he had done during the first task, saying the few wizards who had tried doing that since, had nearly lost their arms.
Suddenly there was a commotion at the doors leading into the hall, and all eyes turned to the group of Aurors who marched in, at the head of the group was Amelia Bones, who looked grim and determined, there also seemed to be a gleam of malicious satisfaction in her cold gaze that was fixed on the Head Table. Flanking her were two male Aurors and a woman. The males he recognised as Rufus Scrimgeour and Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Aurors who had arrested Draco and his cronies. The woman he didn't recognise, but apparently Daphne did.
"It's Singer." She whispered.
The entire hall had gone silent the moment the Aurors had marched through the door, the echo of their boots hitting the floor rebounded off the high walls and ceiling. They group came to a stop in front of the Head Table.
"Madam Bones, good morning." Dumbledore said pleasantly, though his tone implied that he was not happy at the interruption. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"
It was Rufus Scrimgeour who responded, stepping forward, his gaze fixed on Snape, who stared back at him coldly.
"Severus Tobias Snape. We have a Warrant for your arrest. Please surrender your wand and come with us."
Snape's eyes narrowed and he tensed, as did the Aurors.
"On what charge?" Dumbledore asked, his mind already racing. This was not good. He needed Snape at Hogwarts, especially if what he believed was coming was true.
"I believe you know Headmaster. And the only reason we aren't also escorting you out of here is because as the Headmaster of the school hosting this little…sham of a contest, the bylaws surrounding it protect you. For now." Amelia spoke up, her voice ice cold. "But they do not protect him. And now, neither can you. Snape. Wand. Now."
Slowly Snape stood, his dark eyes aflame with fury and hatred as he glared at each of the Aurors, who matched his glare in turn.
'Go on you bastard, give me an excuse to add Resisting Arrest to that list.' Amelia thought as her eyes met Snape's, which narrowed to slits, indicating he'd seen her thoughts crystal clear.
She was silently thankful that McGonagall had convinced the girls of Slytherin to get themselves checked. Pomfrey had immediately Flooled her as soon as she had finished the last examination, and a short while later, Amelia, along with Ruth Singer and three Healers from Saint Mungo's had arrived, followed a short while after by the families of those girls. Which had then led to more charges being pressed against both Draco and his group, as well as Snape. Amelia had drawn up and signed the Warrant first thing that morning, after spending all the previous day going over the new evidence.
She'd also strong armed Cornelius Fudge into moving up Draco's trial, though it now appeared there might be two on the same day. Fudge had tried to delay, saying having a trial so soon into the school year, where the witnesses would have to take time away from their new classes was a concern. Amelia had none of it. Draco was still in Azkaban, but his stay there wouldn't be permanent without a trial.
Amelia also noticed most of the other Hogwarts staff had also tensed, and most were also discreetly reaching for their wands while glaring at the soon-to-be former Potions Master of Hogwarts. Only Dumbledore didn't.
Snape held her glare for a second longer, before almost stiffly drawing his wand and placing it on the table in front of his empty plate, with a lot more force than was needed.
Scrimgeour retrieved it while Shacklebolt moved round the table to secure the prisoner. Amelia then turned and nodded to Singer, who turned and approached the Slytherin table and started handing out envelopes to the girls whose families had pressed charges, their parents had already been notified via Ministry owl. Once Singer was done with the Slytherins, she moved on towards Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, handing similar missives to Hannah, Luna, Neville, Susan, Daphne, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and finally, Harry.
Amelia then turned to face Dumbledore, who was looking at her rather sternly, but she didn't care. Reaching into her own robes, she drew a similar envelop, and placed it on the table in front of him.
"Just in case you haven't been informed yet, this is a notice of Summons, Draco Malfoy's trial date has been set for January 14th. I suspect Snape's will be the same day. I'm afraid you're going to have to find a new Potions Master and Head of Slytherin." She said, and with that, she turned and started making a move towards the doors, pausing only briefly to send a nod towards Susan, then Daphne, who nodded in return, giving a slight smile of thanks.
Snape was stiffly marched towards the doors, his baleful glare roaming over the students, all of whom now wore looks of shock, and in some cases, particularly the Gryffindors, euphoria on their faces. He ground his teeth in fury as his eyes met the glare of one Harry Potter, who stared back at him with a measured expression, his gaze then switched to Daphne, whose cold blue eyes glared at him with a force to match his own, then with a shove, he was marched towards the open doors, then through them. They swung closed behind him, but not before he heard the murmurs of excitement, and the first cheer, and judging from the voice, it was that little shit Ron Weasley.
-=-
As soon as the doors closed, Ron did cheer, a cheer that was soon taken up by most of the student body, including every girl and some boys from Slytherin. At the Gryffindor table, Daphne was hugging Susan, tears of relief quietly flowing down her face as Harry rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Neville also looked relieved.
The mood at the Slytherin table was one of profound relief, mostly from the girls. The final dark cloud was gone from their lives, though the ones who had received notices from the Aurors however were all quiet, considering the notices they now held summoning them to testify.
At the Head Table, Dumbledore closed his eyes in resignation. He'd warned Snape, repeatedly, but the fool had ignored him. Now he'd lost not only his Potions Master, but also the Head of Slytherin, and his spy within Voldemort's ranks. He now found himself dreading what would be Snape's interrogation. Snape being publicly outed as a spy would be a death sentence for him the moment he entered Azkaban, to say nothing of what else Snape knew, about the Prophecy, the workings of the Order. Yes, this was a complete mess, and as Chief Warlock, while he did hold a position of authority over the Wizengamot, his close affiliation with Snape meant his hands were tied, there was no way he'd be allowed to preside over the trial, and likely wouldn't be able to arrange leniency for the man either.
If Voldemort did indeed return, as the rumours claimed he would soon, then the Light would have no-one on the inside.
Right now though, his more immediate concern was not letting Snape's coming interrogation cause too much damage to what he had planned. He also suspected that once the Tournament was over, Amelia would come after him with everything she had, his only chance of staying where he was most needed was Voldemort's return. If Voldemort did return, the Ministry would either ignore it, or roll over and let him take over. Only he could stand in Tom's way.
Then Dumbledore paused, as a thought occurred to him. Harry's scar, the Horcruxes, Snape knew Harry's scar was a Horcrux, he knew the diary had been one also, but only after Dumbledore had told him about both. Dumbledore closed his eyes as he frantically tried to re-evaluate his plans, and figure out how to keep Harry from finding out that knowledge, as he certainly would during Snape's trial. The boy was too young to be burdened with that knowledge, and thus, potentially, but ultimately futilely, find a way to expunge it.
A Fidelius Charm was the most sure-fire way to keep all critical information Snape knew from being revealed, but it took time to set up, at least a day, but still, he only needed to safe-guard a few pieces of information: Harry Potter's scar was a Horcrux, and Snape was a spy for Dumbledore within Voldemort's ranks. The only person alive who knew those details for sure, besides Snape of course, was himself. Yes…that could work. He began to consider what other information he could protect with the charm also.
The issues of finding a new professor to fill the role of Slytherin Head and Potions Professor was potentially more tricky, unless Slughorn agreed to come out of retirement.
He would have to pay the retired teacher a visit later that day. For now, he would need to find a temporary replacement for Head of Slytherin. There was really only one person who fit the job.
"Well…that happened." Alastor muttered. "What a way to start the new year. I'd love to be a fly on the wall for that interrogation. Hmph."
Albus just sighed mentally, he didn't even try to immediately regain order in the hall. He was also dreading the next few issues of the Prophet.
Maxime, Karkaroff and Percy Weasley sat looking stunned, though Percy had sent a withering glare towards his youngest brother when he'd cheered at Snape's departure, clearly not impressed at the utter lack of decorum or respect. Crouch just sat there staring at the door, an unreadable look on his face.