Having drunk a lot of that honey himself only the night before, and over the course of the day, he could relate.
Her voice was thick with arousal, which he knew from experience was a side-effect of drinking a lot of that stuff in one go. He felt her allure wash over him, almost causing him to freeze up as it clashed with, then merged with Gabrielle's, the cold sensation he'd felt from that started to change to something warmer, more gentle, but also predatory. He felt his cock twitch again, and again, he felt Gabrielle grind against him more insistently. This time, yep, that was definitely deliberate. He looked down at the little girl, who was looking back up at him, her eyes still yellow and stilted, but the terror was mainly gone now, replaced by a look that…
'Okay, I gotta get these two out of this lake. NOW.' He then looked down at Fleur's wand in his hand, noting how it kept resisting, even if it had lessened a little.
'Look, I'm trying to save Fleur…stop resisting,' he intoned mentally. It felt stupid to ask a wand for compliance, but at that moment, it was better than fighting it.
When he felt the wand stop resisting, he resumed casting, only this time, it came a lot easier, almost as easily as with his regular wand. As the water demons scattered, even letting go of him, he took stock of Fleur's injuries. The honey seemed to have done its job rather well; apparently, what Cedric had said was true. Almost all the minor, more superficial wounds had already closed, and the bigger ones had stopped bleeding but still looked raw. He wasn't sure if the honey could stop scarring on really severe wounds, but it had clearly saved Fleur's life, and she was still relatively weak from the blood loss.
Far above them, he could see the water getting lighter; they were nearing the surface. He checked his watch: 7:15 pm. They had 12 minutes to get back to the dock. In the distance, behind them, he could hear the distant shouts of the merpeople getting louder.
They were closing in.
He looked around at his lovers as they kept pace with him, even Myrtle. His gaze went to Fleur, who he saw had closed her eyes, seemingly passed out, likely from exhaustion or blood loss; he wasn't sure. He then looked back down at Gabrielle, who was looking up at him, her eyes wide with an expression he didn't want to put a name to, he could feel her hips moving back and forth as he swam, her mouth was open, she was panting, her face was flushed, he could feel the tiny pin-pricks of her claws on his skin as she held on to him, he did his best to pretend he couldn't see her bare little hips moving back and forth, or feel her grinding and pressing against his many-times-damned curse-induced erection that had refused to recede even in the freezing water of the lake.
Though his own wounds stung, he did his best to ignore them. Turning to the other girls, he gave them a once-over glance, but they thankfully seemed okay.
"You girls hurt? Did they get you?" he asked, doing his best to ignore Gabrielle's increasingly erratic squirming.
"I'm fine, but we need to get to the surface. Now. Fleur's passed out; she lost a lot of blood," Hermione replied. The others agreed. Harry nodded; he was more than ready to get out of this lake. And if he never set foot in it again, it'd be too soon.
Handing Fleur to Hermione, she smiled and kicked her feet, propelling herself upwards quickly. Harry nodded to the others and gestured for them to go with her. Susan, Daphne and Luna paused for a moment, then nodded and swam on. Myrtle gave him a worried look before eyeing Gabrielle curiously, her face darkening in a ghostly blush, before she floated upward, quickly catching up to Hermione. He didn't even know ghosts could blush.
Harry looked down at Gabrielle, who stared back up at him with a look that was far too hungry for his liking. Gently, he took Gabby's face in his hand and looked into her wide, dilated eyes, "It's okay, Gabrielle, I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?" The little girl nodded, then mumbled something in French. Harry smiled, "It's okay, I got you." Then, inside his own head, he added, 'Now please stop humping me!'
"Stop!"
Harry paused and turned, seeing a group of Merpeople closing in, looking very angry, brandishing weapons. At their head was a rather fierce-looking mermaid. Harry scowled. It was the same mermaid who had yelled at the others to kill them.
"The Veela can not leave here alive! And you must face judgement for the blood you have shed!"
"All the blood shed today is on your hands, not mine. This all could have been avoided if you'd just let us go. Gabrielle did not ask to be here; she did not volunteer to be a hostage. And I'll be dead before I let you kill her, after your pet demons tried to eat her sister! If you really want to make an issue of this, take it up with Dumbledore!" He quickly rechecked his watch. He had only 5 minutes left to reach the surface.
"Now, if you'll kindly excuse me, Fuck. Off!" With that, he kicked off, kicking his legs as fast as he could as he headed for some rock formations, hoping to lose them, clutching Gabrielle to him as hard as he could, though her added weight and drag in the water were slowing him down somewhat.
"Stop him! And kill the Veela!" came the cry from behind. Without looking back, Harry, still holding Fleur's wand, fired off a Stupefy, not sure if he hit anything. He just kept swimming, doing his best to ignore the yells.
-=-=-=-
Harry panted as he knelt on the dock, water dripping from him, his body aching from exhaustion and the bleeding wounds he'd suffered, all the exertion of the past 24 hours finally catching up with him. His limbs ached, and in a way that had nothing to do with the injuries the Grindylows had dealt. Around him, his lovers huddled, each of them had a thick towel wrapped around them. Hermione had just finished draping one over him and the adorable little blonde limpet that was still clinging to him, and much to his embarrassment, still grinding against him.
Susan had quickly returned his wand, and he had traded Fleur's. He couldn't see Fleur, but judging by the people gathered around a magical tent that had been erected next to the stands, he had a pretty good idea where she was.
They were quickly surrounded, and each was given a warm mug of hot chocolate. Harry was helped to his feet by Neville and Ron, the former of whom gave him a big grin and a thumbs up, before he looked down at Gabrielle, still clinging to him.
"Looks like you've got a fan, Harry," he grinned.
"Shove off, I need to get her to Fleur," Harry muttered.
"This way," Neville said, guiding them towards the magical tent. Harry did his best to ignore the gawking faces and the cheering students, as he stumbled tiredly towards the tent, only to be intercepted by Maxime, Pomfrey and McGonagall. Dumbledore moved to the edge of the lake as the Merchieftainess and a sizeable group of her guards broke the surface and started shrieking. Harry cringed as he increased his pace, trying to put as much distance between her and the lake as he could.
"Cedric and Viktor make it out okay?" Harry asked as his teeth started to chatter. Neville nodded.
"Yeah, Krum's not happy his little brother was down there, haven't heard from Cedric or Cho though, the Puffs were all over him until Sprout dragged them to the tent, as for Fleur, well, she's in the tent with, I wanna say her mum, and boy, she is PISSED OFF!"
"Who was the brain-dead genius that came up with the idea to have the Task set in a freezing lake at the end of February?! Or taking a FULL FUCKING TWENTY FOUR HOURS?!"
"You'll have to ask the brain-dead geniuses," Luna said, gesturing as Ludo, the Minister, his Undersecretary and Percy Weasley approached. Fudge looked pompous, as always. Umbridge scowled at him, or at Gabrielle, who had, thankfully, finally stopped grinding against him. Bagman smiled warmly at all of them. Percy was there also, though he wasn't smiling either.
Harry and his friends were quickly drawn to the tent's door and ushered inside. He was greeted by the sight of Madam Pomfrey, Professor Sprout and Karkaroff fussing over Krum, a young Durmstrang boy, Cedric, and Cho, all of whom were wrapped in thick blankets. There was no sign of Fleur. Ludo, Fudge, Umbridge, Percy and Maxime followed Harry and his friends into the tent, then closed the door, but when Ludo opened his mouth to speak, movement to the side cut him off and caught Harry's attention. He looked, drawing to a stop as an absolutely gorgeous woman who looked like an older version of Fleur emerged from what appeared to be a private ward room, letting him catch a brief glimpse of Fleur within, and locked eyes with him, then looked down at Gabrielle as she rushed forward. This had to be Fleur and Gabrielle's mum, and she looked like a mess, her expression a mix of fear and fury.
"Gabrielle! Mon bébé! Mon ange! Ça va? Tu es blessée?" she said rapidly in French, coming to a stop and kneeling in front of him as she reached out, she gently brushed a hand against Gabrielle's cheek, which caught the girl's attention, her yellow stilted eyes widening, as the woman's did as well.
"MAMAM!" Gabrielle cried as she pulled away from Harry, causing the towel covering both of them to fall briefly, which gave the woman a brief glimpse of his naked front. He didn't miss the quick raking glance she gave him before her attention turned fully to the girl now leaping into her waiting arms, not caring one wit that she was stark-naked, and giving Harry a full unobstructed view of her back.
Apolline enveloped her youngest daughter in a tight hug before pulling back and looking down into her daughter's upturned face, her eyes narrowing as she saw the claws, the yellow eyes, and the slit pupils. The girl started babbling in French, occasionally looking back at Harry with a look of pure adoration, her gaze fierce and longing.
Apolline just held her daughter, letting her babble as she surreptitiously let her allure wash over her daughter, feeling Gabrielle's, and how it connected back to Harry. Gently, Apolline reached out with her own allure and, as gently as she could, 'disconnected' it, gently breaking the almost vice-like hold Gabrielle had on him with her allure. Now was not the time for that; her daughter was also partially transformed, her allure had activated, and her Awakening had been triggered earlier than was ideal.
The very thing she and Fleur had been worried about since she'd first gone to Hogwarts had happened. Apolline knew how to help her daughter, but she couldn't do it out here, and gently breaking her daughter's hold on the boy who had apparently saved both her daughters' lives — multiple times if what Gabrielle's rapid-fire recounting was accurate — would allow her to do that without him being affected. She would have to be properly introduced to the boy at a later time and then thank him personally.
Once she was finished releasing Gabrielle's hold on him, she turned to Maxime and the Matron, "I will be only a few moments." She stood, turned, and carried the little girl, who kept her eyes locked on Harry, into a private cubicle, giving Harry a brief glimpse of Fleur lying unconscious in a bed before the curtain was closed, and Harry heard her cast a privacy spell.
Harry turned to Krum, Cedric, Cho and the young Durmstrang boy, all of whom looked back at him curiously.
"Hey guys, you doing okay?" Harry asked, and three of the four nodded.
"Yeah, Viktor and I got to the surface pretty much at the same time, so we're probably about tied for scores. Although I'll probably get docked some points for forcing everyone to watch Fleur fuck me after she went full Harpy." Cedric said with a rather stupid grin on his face. Harry blinked, Viktor and the others snorted, except for Cho, who whipped her head between Cedric and Fleur so fast they were all surprised she didn't break her own neck.
"You had sex with Fleur?!" she thundered, face turning red with rage and jealousy as she stood and backed away from Cedric, a look of betrayal on her face.
"Well, I didn't really have any choice. Besides, I don't know what you're so upset about, since we aren't dating anymore," Cedric snapped, giving her a sharp glare of his own. Cho held his glare before throwing a scornful look over her shoulder at the closed door to the room that held Fleur. She walked into another, came out with her wand a moment later, gave Cedric one last dirty look, and then stormed out.
"Anyway…Fleur was unconscious when she was brought in. Maxime and her mother took her and brought her in here, not sure how she's doing though," Cedric said. Harry scowled.
"The Grindylows tried to fucking eat her. And the Merpeople tried to kill Gabrielle, and then all of us," Harry snapped, turning to glare balefully at Bagman, the Minister, Percy and Umbridge, the latter two matched his glare in return.
"Yeah, we saw some of that through your goggles until you took them off. Not sure what you did to patch her up, but she seemed less hurt when she was brought to the surface by Hermione, who was also naked for some reason. Her mum, Apolline, I think she said her name was, went ballistic when she saw your screen, only calmed down, or seemed to, when Hermione brought Fleur to the surface, along with a ghost," Neville added.
"That's Moaning Myrtle, she really saved our asses down there," Harry said.
"Viktor and I saw the tail end of your trip. We saw the injuries Fleur had before you gave her that flask. I'm guessing there was enough of that Dryad Honey, then? That looked rough." Cedric said, and Harry nodded. Umbridge made a "hep-hem!", as if clearing her throat, Harry ignored her.
"Yeah, the honey helped, stopped the bleeding and closed the wounds, but didn't fully heal her; there wasn't enough left."
"Vould not have helped. She needed medical attention to repair ze injuries fully," Krum pointed out.
"Hep-hem."
"When did Fleur's mum get here?" Hermione asked. Ron was the one to respond.
"About lunch time, and no, we didn't stay up all night and all day, just after breakfast time, Professors Dumbledore, Karkaroff and Maxime used a Time-Turner to take us all back to the night before, and let us get some sleep, so we'd be fresh for today, they even had more screens in the Great Hall."
"Well, I guess that makes sense," Harry said. The sound of the door to Fleur's private room opening drew their attention, and Fleur's mother once again stepped out. She eyed them all before approaching Maxime and pinning her with a furious glare that even the large woman seemed to shrink back from.
"I expected bettair from you, Olympe. Eef eet were up to moi, I would remove Fleur from this… Tournoi Imbécile, and zis country, and take bof of my daughters back home. You are also lucky zis ees Fleur's final year at Beauxbatons, or I would be pulling 'er OUT!" the woman snarled, the occasional French word slipping into her vitriol, before she turned her gaze to Harry, and her expression softened considerably.
She stepped forward and eyed him up and down. Harry's eyes travelled up and down her lithe figure in turn, her robes hiding very little. When she stood at her full height, his head was about level with her rather large breasts. When his eyes travelled up to her beautiful face, green eyes met crystal blue, and he got the impression he was being studied.
Then she smiled at him, leaned in and planted a gentle, chaste kiss on each of his cheeks, making his face turn scarlet, an embarrassed smile adorning his face, making her giggle, a sound that made him shiver. He wanted to hear more of that laugh. Then he felt something sweep over him; it felt almost like a blanket of warmth that made his skin tingle, unlike what happened with Gabrielle, which had been cold, abrupt, aggressive, fearful; this was gentle, warm, affectionate, almost like a caress.
He realised, with a start, that it was her allure; he shivered as he felt the heat it was causing within him, seeming to flex over him, almost like roaming fingers over a blanket gently massaging him. He shivered and pulled the towel tighter around him, trying desperately to hide the raging erection he now sported. She spoke, and unlike when she'd addressed Madame Maxime, her tone was almost musical, her voice like liquid chocolate being poured into his ears and down his spine to his crotch, "Bonjour, Je m'appelle Apolline Delacour, merci for saving my daughters, Fleur and Gabrielle, Monsieur Potter, zey are bof very important to me."
Harry swallowed thickly as he stared into those gorgeous pools of crystal blue that he just wanted to drown himself in. He longed to rip the towel off, bare himself to this goddess and worship her, obey her every command, he—
'HARRY!' Hermione's voice snapped through his mind, jolting him back to his senses, and he shook himself, wallowing again as he felt that incredible sensation enveloping retreat. He almost whined in protest at its departure, but the echoing giggling laughter of Daphne, Susan, Luna and the mental huffing, 'Honestly…boys…'
He blinked in confusion as his senses came back to him. He looked around to see Ron staring stupidly at Apolline, his face completely vacant, his mouth open, and a line of drool hanging from his mouth. Bagman wasn't much better. Percy was red-faced, and the Minister looked decidedly uncomfortable. Cedric was blushing fiercely. Krum was smiling, looking less affected; his little brother just looked confused, yet a little awkward.
Maxime, Pomfrey, Sprout and McGonagall looked uncomfortable.
Umbridge, however, looked furious and disgusted, the latter expression Apolline matched when her eyes flicked up to the toad-like woman, and she visibly flinched back.
"Hep! HEM!" Umbridge made a show of clearing her throat, drawing everyone's attention to her, "Champions, the Judges are ready to announce your scores. Please make yourselves presentable and be outside before the Judges in no more than five minutes."
With that, she turned and marched out of the tent. Harry scowled. After all this, he just wanted to grab dinner, then go up to the Room of Requirement with his companions, take care of their needs, and then sleep for a week.
He didn't care about the scores at all.
He and the others were then ushered into private rooms where fresh robes were folded, waiting for them. As he dressed, he heard Hermione in the cubicle next to him call Dobby. There was a small pop, then she began whispering something.
Rather than focus on what she was talking to Dobby about, he instead focused on the events of the past 24 hours: he'd been sent into an underground maze and had to fight for his life, then fighting a bounty hunter alongside Viktor, then meeting the seven dryads, then Cedric, then finally the centaurs, and being reunited with that unicorn mare that for some reason, seemed to be infatuated with him. Then, to cap all that off, he'd had to fight his way out of the lake.
"This better have all been worth it…" he grumbled as he finished dressing, then stepped out, seeing his lovers, Cedric and Viktor, all dressed and waiting. There was no sign of Cho or Viktor's little brother, Karkaroff, or Maxime, McGonagall, and Sprout; only Pomfrey remained.
Then the door to Fleur's ward opened, and she stepped out, her blue robes hugging her figure tight, no trace of injury on her. Her eyes met his, and she smiled, then stepped forward and kissed his cheeks the same way her mother had, before hugging him. Again, Harry felt the sensation of being embraced by a warm blanket, recognising it for what it was, he shivered as he hugged Fleur back.
"Merci, Merci beaucoup…you saved my life…you saved little Gabby from zose…Feesh!" she whispered into his ear, then he heard a sniff, and felt something wet land on his neck, as she then kissed his cheeks, as her mother had, "I weel remember zis, 'Arry Potter."
His eyes widened; he didn't really know how to handle a crying woman. His last experience was Daphne, and he'd struggled then. Then, a small blonde blur darted past her and latched onto him, making him stumble.
"Pas juste, vous devez le partager!" Gabrielle babbled a mile a minute. Fleur pulled back, as Harry looked down, hearing several feminine snorts in his head.
"Gabrielle, ça suffit, lâche-le, il est temps de partir," Apolline said gently, placing a gentle hand on her youngest's shoulder, pulling her back. The little girl let out a whine of protest, but her mother just tightened her grip.
"She does not remember everyzing, shock. I told 'er she could zank you for 'elping 'er, and zat she weel see you again," Apolline explained, before stepping forward and giving Fleur another kiss and a hug, "We weel stay for ze Judges' decision, zen depart for 'ome." Fleur nodded and hugged her back.
The tent then opened again, and in walked Dumbledore, who wore a frown on his face as he looked at Harry, who glared back at him.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, "The…ah, the Merpeople Chieftainess has told me what transpired beneath the lake. She claims you used excessive force in retrieving your hostage and Miss Delacour. And considering what we saw—"
A snarl cut him off from Apolline, her accent coming through very thick, anger bleeding from every word, "What we saw, Dumbly-door, was a flagrant violation of the Merpeople-Veela peace that has been in a delicate balance for centuries. 'Oo's idea was eet to 'ave ze Task een ze territory of a Fish Colony? And why was it not changed after Fleur was selected?!"
Harry shrank back, the beautiful woman's face contorted into an expression of pure fury.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how one looked at it, Ludo decided to throw himself on the proverbial sword.
Smiling stupidly, Ludo stepped forward, "It was a joint decision. The tasks were decided before the selection ceremony. They're supposed to be challenging, even dangerous to the champions, or it's not really a tournament of skill, is it?"
Apolline glared at him; the goofy, flirtatious grin he was giving her only seemed to stoke her ire. "And after Fleur was chosen? What about Gabrielle? She did not choose; she did not volunteer. We all saw ze screens. Zat… FEESH 'ad its claws around my daughter's NECK! They robbed 'er of 'er dignity and triggered 'er Awakening several years EARLY, when ZEY STRIPPED 'ER NAKED!" she thundered. Harry noticed that her fingernails had already begun to grow into claws, and her eyes had begun to turn yellow.
"I'm…I'm sure she meant no harm," Ludo replied, the idea that he was maybe in mortal peril just starting to dawn on his empty head.
"Imbécile!" Apolline exploded, her allure flaring out, but unlike usual, anyone it touched flinched away at the painful sensations heat it induced, not the normal pleasure-inducing heat, but one that was like fire, and promised pain. "All Veela know nevair to enter Mermish territory or zey weel be attacked on sight! I know they wouldn't have just let Gabrielle leave! You tried to kill my daughters!" and with that, she stepped towards him and grabbed his crotch with a clawed hand. Everyone tensed, especially Bagman, whose eyes went wide, and his face went slack as a look of shock overcame him, which then turned to an expression of agony as the crotch of his trousers burst into flame.
With a howl of pain, Bagman stumbled backwards and toppled to the floor, hands batting at his burning groin as he tried desperately to put out the fire, only for it to become apparent that it wasn't just his trousers that were on fire.
With a derisive snort, Apolline turned to Gabrielle and Fleur, whispering something to Fleur before taking hold of Gabrielle, who was staring at Harry in a daze, with a far-away expression on her face, leading her out of the tent, pausing a moment to shoot a glare at Maxime, then giving Hermione a quick hug and thank you, which made Hermione blush, she led her daughters out of the tent.
The second Bagman hit the floor, Pomfrey came forward, wand coming up to stop the flames and prevent too much injury, though she certainly wasn't going to give the man any pain-relief potions. He'd earned a mother's maternal wrath, so now he would endure it.
"What happened to the Bounty Hunters Cedric, Viktor, and I ran into? And she's right, you know, they wanted to kill Gabrielle, or make her a 'plaything' for their young," Harry spoke up as he looked down at Bagman in disgust, then at Dumbledore, "They also said that if Fleur reached the village, the same would be true for her."
"Both in DMLE custody," Dumbledore answered.
"So you say," Fudge huffed, "Yet you clearly attacked them and used dark magic to wound several of them, some of those fatally. Merlin's balls, boy, you actually skinned one of them alive! That alone should land you a spell in Azkaban, for a month at least! Fortunately, the bylaws that protect you can't be over-ridden unless you use an Unforgivable. You've caused a right diplomatic mess for us to clean up, Potter, to say nothing of the dark magic you used in the forest, or that maze, or the dark creatures you…communed with."
"Are you just going to let that…that woman get away with assaulting a Ministry official?" Umbridge spluttered, looking furious, her face turning an unhealthy array of colours. Harry hadn't even noticed that she'd come back in, which showed how much he cared about the woman's very existence, which was to say, not at all.
"You want to go and arrest her? Be my guest, see what she does to you," Harry said with a snort. He could have sworn he heard her teeth grinding as she glared at him. He continued, "If anyone caused an incident here, it's the morons who decided to put an 8-year-old girl into a situation where her life was legitimately in danger, and her father, who, if I'm right, is the French Minister for Magic, or their equivalent, or at least very well connected within the French magical government. And you idiots just put both of his children in very real mortal danger. So tell me, Minister, who fucked up more? Me, or your drones?"
"Harry!" Dumbledore admonished, fixing him with a stern, disapproving glare. Still, that glare no longer affected Harry as it had a couple of years ago, not after staring down a Basilisk, facing over 100 Dementors, and a dragon. He met Dumbledore's look with a resilient stare of his own. After a moment, Dumbledore carried on, "Tonight, after dinner, Harry, you are to report to my office. We need to discuss your use of that cutting spell, the curse you used on the Grindylows and unfortunate youth you so cruelly skinned alive, and where you found them. Now, I suggest you all come outside, we're about to decide your scores."
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The judges were all huddled together, looking deep in conversation. Umbridge, in particular, did not look happy. They conversed for another five minutes before they all sat up straight, and Dumbledore stood.
"After much deliberation, reviewing the footage shown from the viewpoints of the Champions and their final arrival times at the surface, we can determine that the scores will be as follows: Fleur Delacour, who throughout the night, demonstrated her skin in handling dangerous situations and unexpected engagements with magical creatures of XXXX classification, along with her excellent use of the Bubble-Head Charm, was attacked by Grindylows as she approached her goal, and failed to retrieve her hostage, though she did return with a hostage. We award her 30 points."
Applause rang out from the stands, though Umbridge looked particularly irate at the score and applause.
"I deserved zero," said Fleur throatily, shaking her head. Next to her, Apolline put an arm around her and hugged her.
"Cedric Diggory, who demonstrated his well-perfected skills dealing with Dugbogs, wolves, Trolls and other unexpected elements, and his use of the Bubble-Head Charm, was first to return with his hostage, though he returned one minute outside the time limit. We therefore award him 50 points."
Cheers erupted from the Hufflepuffs in the crowd; Harry saw Cho give Cedric a glowering look.
Harry's heart sank. If Cedric had been outside the time limit, he most certainly had been.
Once the cheering calmed down, Dumbledore continued, "Viktor Krum, who demonstrated remarkable ingenuity and skill in dealing with the spider nest he found himself in, the unexpected obstacles, the use of a partial Self-Transfiguration, which was nevertheless effective, and was second to return with his hostage, less than a minute behind Cedric Diggory, we award him 48 points," Dumbledore announced, leading to an eruption of cheers from both Durmstrang and Slytherin. Karkaroff clapped particularly hard, looking very smug and superior.
Harry tensed, 'Unexpected Obstacles? Is that what he's calling those Bounty Hunters?' He had a feeling he would be awarded the lowest points.
"And finally, Harry Potter, who displayed remarkable tenacity and skill within the maze he found himself in, his encounters with Trolls and…ahem…several unexpected encounters…also used the Bubble-Head charm to great effect," Dumbledore continued, "He returned last, and well outside the time limit allotted. However, he also returned with the wrong hostage, along with his own, and attacked the merpeople, wilfully using dark magic to do so, showing a disproportionate tendency towards violence. As such, he is awarded 20 points."
Boos and jeers went up from the Gryffindors, and even the Hufflepuffs looked offended at that. The Ravenclaws didn't look impressed either, and the Slytherins were grinning, or at least some of them were; the girls who had been Draco's victims all scowled, showing they did not approve. Even the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students looked upset at that ruling.
"WHAT?!" Hermione, Daphne, Susan, Luna, all of Gryffindor and Fleur cried in indignation.
"Zat is not fair!" Fleur burst out, fury twisting her face as her pupils turned to slits.
"He nearly DIED in that maze!" Ginny yelled, getting to her feet.
'It's okay, girls, really, I don't even care about the points. I never wanted to even be in this damn tournament.' Harry said across their link, trying to soothe their ire.
Hermione turned to him, her eyes showing her anger, "But if you hadn't been entered, Harry, Fleur and her sister would likely be dead now!"
Daphne, Susan and Luna were focused on the Judges and noticed that Maxime looked just as furious as they felt. Bagman looked apologetic, Karkaroff looked smug and was grinning, as was Umbridge. Dumbledore also looked less than pleased by the results. It was clear to the girls which judges had voted to give Harry zero and which had awarded him points.
Dumbledore stood and raised his wand, letting off a canon blast charm to get everyone's attention.
"The third and final Task will take place on June 21st, and will begin at sunset. The Champions will be informed of the details a month in advance. Now, if our Champions wouldn't mind, we have several members of the Press here to do quick interviews."
Everyone exchanged looks before nodding.
"Fine, we will speak to Xenophilius Lovegood. Tomorrow." Harry said.
"Very well," Dumbledore said with a smile, though there were several protests from a couple of reporters who worked for the Prophet.
"Excuse me!" came a voice that Harry had learned to hate more than Draco's. The crowd moved aside as Rita stepped into view.
"Miss Skeeter, you have been barred from—" Dumbledore started, but she cut him off.
"I was hoping for a quick interview, perhaps with Miss Delacour?" she said, ignoring the headmaster.
"Non," Fleur snarled, glaring at the woman with a look of utter disdain.
Slightly taken aback, Rita tried again, "I was merely hoping to—"
"Non!" Fleur snapped again, her fists clenched, visibly shaking with rage.
"I weel not speak to ze mud-blood."
Almost everyone present gasped in shock, Harry raised an eyebrow, and Hermione looked particularly shocked, whether at the fact that Fleur used that insult, or that it was directed at a pure-blood, he couldn't be sure.
"Ouch," Susan whispered.
Affronted, Rita tried to put on a haughty air, turning a disapproving look on Fleur.
"Young lady, I am a pure-blood witch, and I will not—"
"Zere ez nozing 'pure' in your veins! Eef zere ez, zen it is pure merde!" The French girl snarled, her eyes turning yellow, her face becoming more angular, and her hands started to smoke.
"Ze only way I will agree to an interview wiz you, is eef you write an article publicly retracting everyzing you said about my friends and me! Including violating zeir privacy! Along wiz a written and public apology to 'Arry, Ermine, Viktor and me. Or I weel personally make sure you nevair write again!" and with that, Fleur turned and marched off, heading towards the Beauxbatons Carriage, but was stopped by her mother.
Harry sighed. It was over; he could properly rest now and enjoy the rest of the evening, have a nice meal, then get some sleep. He was stopped momentarily by Gabrielle and Apolline, who both hugged him and Hermione, Susan, Daphne and Luna, thanking them one more time, followed by Fleur, who then turned to hug her mother and sister as the rest of Gryffindor swarmed Harry and his companions, and started to escort the 5 of them up to the castle. None of them saw Apolline give a quick hug to a furiously blushing Cedric as she whispered her own thanks to him for helping Fleur after their fight with the trolls, which Fleur had informed her of. Nor did they see the murderous glare Cho Chang was giving the woman.
As they walked, Dobby reappeared and said something "was prepared" to Hermione, but Harry didn't quite catch what, his exhaustion finally catching up to him, to all of them. He briefly took a moment to get Dobby's attention and gave him the satchel, which once again contained all the potions and the sword, and he instructed Dobby to leave it in their private quarters. The elf nodded and vanished with a pop.
Dinner that night went past in a haze for Harry, for all of them; it didn't even register with him that the entire school, plus their two visiting contingents, had seen him in his birthday suit, or Fleur and her sister, or his lovers, for that matter. He didn't even notice the hushed whispers, giggles and various looks they'd each received. Then again, they'd already seen him and Hermione half-naked in the paper at least once already. Plus, he was too hungry and exhausted to really care.
Once the meal was over, Harry found himself being dragged to the main doors as the other students were getting up.
"Now come on. You might have got the lowest score, but you're getting the best reward," Susan said, giving him a wink and licking her lips, much to Harry's chagrin as several of the students around them started making catcalls.
The fact that Dumbledore had requested his presence for a meeting after dinner was ignored entirely.
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The door to the Room of Requirement slowly opened, revealing a large circular bed around mid-thigh height, with a thick mattress covered in blankets and throw pillows. The room had taken on the appearance of an ample rectangular space, with classical Greek columns along each wall supporting the ceiling, which they could all see was reflective.
"This…this is amazing! I never knew this room was here…" Myrtle said, her brown eyes wide in awe as she looked around. "What kind of room is this?"
"We aren't sure, all we know is that it can create anything the person opening it desires, or needs, within the limits imposed by the laws of both magic and physics. It can't create anything living, and it can't create food, but it can make pretty much anything else," Hermione replied, gesturing around the room, "Case in point."
Several lit braziers hovered in the air, filling the room with a gentle light and a gentle smoke, the smell of burning herbs and oils heavy in the air.
As they walked into the room, the five humans and one ghost looked around in awe, sniffing the air, several of the girls sighing, and Harry thought it was nice; the air was thick with floral scents that he couldn't identify, yet seemed to help him relax. There were also several small tables around the bed, each with small bowls and some bottles; some had fruit, others had chocolate.
"This… this is new…" Susan said, as she took a breath, "What are those scents? They're powerful…"
"Rose, Myrtle, Jasmine, Myrrh, Lavender, Ylang Ylang, Vanilla and Cinnamon oils. The bowls are full of massage oils, some chocolate and strawberries. I asked Dobby to get some before we came up here."
"How the hell did he get hold of strawberries in February? They usually only grow between April and September," Susan asked. Hermione shrugged.
"My guess? A muggle greenhouse."
"How did you even know to create all this? This looks like a Greek temple." Daphne said as she marvelled at the Greek architecture.
"I'm not sure, it just came to me so I asked the room to recreate it, a representation of one of Aphrodite's temples, that's her in the back," Hermione said, pointing.
At the back of the room was a large statue, measuring at a perfect 12 feet tall. It was a woman, her features so delicately carved that it seemed a human had been covered in white powder and frozen, her expression captured in a smile that was equal parts caring, compassionate, and lustful.
Her body could only be described as voluptuous, sculpted in perfect proportions. She was posed so that nothing was hidden. Her nipples stood erect, her labia were slightly parted, even her clitoris was prominently visible, the ornately carved detail that they could see as they approached, only seemed to showcase the precision the room displayed when creating something from a person's imagination.
Her left arm was cradling a baby to her breast, a boy, his tiny mouth sealed around her left nipple. To the statue's right stood a full-grown man, looking up at her face with an expression of adoration and longing, and on her left stood a boy, maybe 5 or 6 years old. Like her, they were all masterfully crafted and rendered in pure white marble, each of their bodies so finely detailed that even the pores of their skin seemed to have been picked out.
There were also two more details about the male figures that made them all do a double-take.
Just like the statue of the Goddess, each of the males was naked, and each of them bore an erection. Aphrodite was even reaching down for the adult male's with her right hand, but not quite touching it.
At the base of the statues, there was a bronze plinth with the legend: "APHRODITE AND ADONIS"
"Odd artistic choice, Hermione," Daphne said, eying the statues critically. "Why did you ask the room to make three versions of Adonis? And why do the younger two have stiffies?"
"I don't know!" Hermione yelped, her face going red as she tried not to stare at the statues. That had not been part of what she'd asked for!
Myrtle floated up to the statues and eyed them all, smiling wanly to herself, "It is rather odd. But doesn't the myth say that she fell in love with him from the moment she saw him? Right after he was born? I guess the Goddess of Love likes her boys extremely young, like, fresh out of the oven young," she then moved her face very close to the man's shaft, "Oooh! It looks like Harry's!"
"What?" Harry deadpanned. Myrtle looked at the baby, then at the young boy, then back at the man, and finally back at him.
"They all look like yours," she said, sounding truly fascinated.
The four mortal girls in the room all approached the statues, eyeing them curiously.
"Huh, she's right, they all do look like your willy Harry," Luna said, turning back to look at him with a big smile on her face.
Harry tilted his head as he scrutinised the sculpted male statues. He felt weird staring at stone dicks, but then he shrugged, "I don't see it."
"Oh, trust me, they do," Susan said, as she stepped up to the statue and reached out a hand, running her fingers along the man's stone shaft. She looked to the side and saw that Luna was doing the same to the young boy, which made the redhead feel a little uncomfortable.
"See! I told you!" Myrtle giggled, "Even the baby, too! I admit, that's strange, even for me, but I'm a ghost, so I'll take what I can get,"
"Well, I guess it does make sense, since his is the only penis Hermione has ever seen up close," Susan grinned.
"Hep-HM! As fascinating as the Room's interpretation of my wishes is, we did come here for a reason. There are showers over there through that doorway, you remember the bowel-cleaning charm we used before, right? Make sure to use it; there are toilets too. Once we're all showered, it's on to the bed for the group massage, then I'll start the ball rolling."
"Oooooh!" Luna clapped excitedly as she started pulling off her robes, "Haven't had a good massage since the night of the Yule Ball!"
"What do you mean? We all get massages every night," Susan asked as she too started to strip, Daphne, Hermione and Harry soon doing the same.
"Those are more like rubdowns, I'm talking wet, slippery and messy massages, I don't think we've done one with oils or herbs yet. Is the chocolate for eating or covering our favourite wizard, then eating?"
"Why not both?" Hermione asked as she dragged Harry by his tie towards the open showers; he'd only managed to get his shirt undone, being too distracted watching his lovers strip. Myrtle floated above them as she started to shimmer slightly. No one noticed her clothes begin to vanish, layer by layer, until she spoke, drawing their attention.
"Hope you ladies don't mind me watching, it's all I can really do these days," she said, sullenly.
"We don't mind at all, Myrtle, especially after the help you gave us on the lake. You deserve to be here too, it's why I invited you," Hermione said with a smile as she gently batted Harry's hands away as she loosened his tie. Susan, Luna and Daphne soon joined her as they all worked to strip him.
Hermione wrinkled her nose at the smell of the lake on his skin as she and Daphne pulled his shirt open, then off. Hermione pulled his tie off, while Susan and Luna liberated him of his trousers, boxers, socks and shoes.
Once naked, he found himself being pulled into the showers, the water coming on, already warm, and Harry closed his eyes and sighed as the fatigue and weariness he'd felt over the past night and day finally, properly caught up with him. He felt himself being pulled back against a wet, soft, slick body, and a pair of hands started to massage his shoulders. In contrast, another pair went to work on his chest, a third on his waist, and the last on his aching legs, he opened his eyes, vision blurry thanks to his glasses being removed at some point, he saw a blurred face before him, that he thought might have been Luna, but it resolved itself into Daphne as she leaned in, smiling as she kissed him.
His mind went back to the forest clearing, to the seven dryads who had been desperate for his help. He wondered where Sirius had put those acorns, and he asked if he'd have the reserves to properly breed them the next time they met, as they had agreed to.
"Oh, I'm sure you will," Daphne said, "And I'm sure seven dryads that are as long-lived as they are have plenty of skills, but they don't know you as we do, they don't know what you truly like, how you truly like to be loved, and worshipped…" her words had become a hoarse lust-filled whisper as she'd spoke, her hands starting to roam lower, as the ones on his back also started to move, the lips, Hermione's, pressed to his neck again before moving down to his shoulders proper.
"Not really sure about the whole 'worship' part, pretty sure that's my job," he said, bringing his hands round to cup her firm arse, which made the blonde moan and giggle as she guided him out from under the stream of water.
"Who's to say we don't worship you? You're perfect, in all the ways that matter, and not just your tongue or your dick."
He felt a pair of hands start to rub a bar of sweet-scented soap on him, which he recognised as the edible soap from their private bathroom. He still didn't know where Professor McGonagall had gotten that stuff from. A second bar was soon in use on his lower half, gentle hands massaging the firm muscles in his legs, working the soap in, before another pair finally, gently cradled his balls and shaft.
"Lips off his meat, Luna, save that for the bed…" Hermione said behind him, as she moved her hands away briefly, only for them to return to his head a moment later as she started to work shampoo into his hair.
Harry sighed in contentment as his lovers soaped him up. It truly surprised him how much he'd missed their touch, and it had only been one day! He wasn't sure if he'd ever crawl out of bed once they were done.
Soon, he was moved back under the stream of water and rubbed down by gentle feminine hands, before he moved to start washing them in turn, a bar of soap in each hand as he awkwardly soaped up first Luna and Susan, then Daphne and Hermione. A moan from above drew their attention, and they all looked up to see a now naked Myrtle floating above them, legs spread wide, hands busily working between her legs, a thick patch of dark ghostly hair between them obscured what her fingers did not.
"Wow…that's actually pretty hot…" Susan panted as one of Harry's hands cradled her arse, massaging the muscle as his index finger teased at her anus, his other hand was gently working shampoo into Hermione's hair, while Luna and Daphne did each other's hair.
"You think so?" Myrtle asked shyly, her pale face blushing cutely, "I've never done this in front of anyone before, and my bathroom isn't the sexiest place…I usually do this while watching the Prefects have sex with their girlfriends or boyfriends in their private bathroom, they can't see me, of course…"
"I didn't think ghosts could masturbate…" Hermione said, looking up, her eyes wide with questions and excitement as one of her own hands copied Myrtle's actions.
"We can, we just don't do it often, in fact, I might be the only one in the castle who does," Myrtle moaned, lewdly thrusting her hips down towards her audience, "God, I wish one of you could touch me right now…" she moaned, her tone equal parts excitement, need and sadness.
"If we can't suck his willy, can we at least let him suck our boobs? They really hurt!" Daphne asked.
"Of course, I just don't want him shooting any until he's on the bed," Hermione said. The next thing Harry knew, his head was roughly pulled down to Daphne's chest, as one of her nipples was pushed into his mouth. He started to suckle, his mouth filling with warm, sweet milk almost immediately.
He sighed and moaned into her breast, closing his eyes as he started drinking, and he felt Daphne relax and sigh, her hands coming up from his chest to cradle his head, then he felt her gently kiss his scalp, then she started to coo, then she moved a whisper into his ear.
"That's it, stud, suck those tits…oh yeah, that's nice…"
Harry, meanwhile, just moaned into her breast as he finished the last of the milk, before switching to the other and sucking just as hungrily.
Susan and Luna, meanwhile, started on each other, each taking turns, their suckling equally passionate and ravenous. Harry soon finished his first 'meal' of the night, gave Daphne a kiss that quickly turned heated, their tongues duelling briefly, and then pulled back to turn to Hermione. He saw the look in Daphne's eyes. They burned with lust and hunger, but also a little uncertainty and trepidation. Rather than let his hands roam possessively over her body, he settled them gently on her waist, looked her in the eye and smiled gently.
"It's okay, Daphne," he whispered, their noses touching, "We'll go at your pace." He gave her another gentle, loving kiss before he turned to Hermione and claimed her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and smashed her lips against his, shoving her tongue almost violently into his mouth, which he accepted without resistance.
Soon, he was draining Hermione's beautiful bosom of its painful burden. Once he was done, he started soaping her body, working shampoo into her hair, and rinsing her off soon after. A long, deep moan drew their attention up to the ghost furiously fingering herself above them, as she thrust her hips towards Harry's face.
Soon, they were all clean, their ardour inflamed as they shut off the water, then moved as a group into the main chamber to the bed, giggling as hands caressed and shamelessly groped at exposed flesh. As Harry climbed onto the bed, he pressed his face down onto the bed, his head turned to one side on one of the pillows as Hermione's hands raked down his muscled back, her fingers gently but firmly digging in until she reached his arse.
"Grab some oils and chocolate, girls, it's time to prime this bull."
"Is it okay to mix the oils and chocolate?" Daphne asked, Hermione nodded.
"I asked the Room to make some edible massage oils, since we have the edible soap."
"Still haven't worked out what's in that…" Susan replied as she climbed onto the bed then reached for one of the bowls, dipping her hands into the strong-smelling liquid chocolate within, lifted them out, then as quickly as she could, brought them over and down onto Harry's shoulders, and started to work it in, as Luna came in opposite her, adding what smelled like vanilla oil to his back, while Daphne moved to his legs.
"Now, don't fall asleep on us, Harry," Luna giggled. Harry snorted.
"Oh, believe me, it's tempting, especially with your hands doing all that…"
"You can sleep after you've shagged us silly," Hermione said as she leaned over and started to lick a path down his back, making him sigh. Soon there were four tongues, four pairs of lips, eight hands and eight breasts working his tense, tired flesh, and Harry struggled to stay awake. The feeling was just so relaxing; he'd had massages before, but nothing like this.
He quickly lost track of time as the four girls kissed, licked, rubbed and kneaded his shoulders, back, sides, calves, feet, thighs and ass, before gently coaxing him over onto his back. Then they each leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss, before they started on his front; first the edible massage oils, which they licked off, then the chocolate.
His cock throbbed almost painfully as all five females present in the room, even the ghost, lowered down until each of their faces was just inches from it. Myrtle had arranged herself above Harry in a 69, her legs spread wide, giving him a completely unobstructed view of her ghostly pussy and arsehole, while her own head hovered just an inch above his exposed, flared glans. At the same time, the mortal girls all kissed, licked, groped and panted on his inner thighs, their warm breath washing over his crotch, almost as if each of them was silently waiting for the other to make the first move.
"It looks even better from this angle…" Myrtle giggled, "I've never been this close to one before…"
"Just a shame you can't taste it," Susan said, before her gaze flicked to the brunette, "You remember the procedure, right?"
"Yes, Harry has to climax inside me, in every way he can, at least once. That's why we all used the bowel cleaning charm; there's also that condom shield charm for Harry, for the anal part, anyway, as that will add an extra level of cleaning when he fully pulls out."
"Won't the shield stop his cum though?" Myrtle asked. Hermione shook her head.
"No, it stops non-living matter from touching the penis; it doesn't stop anything from leaving it. We've used it before."
"So that's it? He just has to fuck us 3 times? No charms or runes or anything?" Susan asked again, and Hermione answered no.
"I double checked the night before last, to be sure. No runes, we have to make sure to hold hands and say a little speech during the vaginal portion of the sex, ideally right before we both climax. As for the order we do it, as long as vaginal is last, I don't think it matters all that much, as long as Harry cums inside each of us when we each do it. And while it might be tempting to sit on his face while I suck him off and mount him, I need his full attention."
"You said 'At least once' That implies it might take more?" Daphne asked.
"That's what the book said, but it didn't elaborate. Now, I think it's time we get started…"
With that, Hermione moved in and captured his crown with her mouth, a momentary cold numbness penetrated her head, making her shiver, as she and myrtle momentarily occupied the same space, the ghost pulled back, mumbling an apology, as she watched, wide eyed, as Hermione began to bob her head, sucking with all the strength and skill she'd honed over the last few months.
Harry arched his head back into the pillow and groaned, eyes closing, but he soon looked back down, into the wide, chocolate brown eyes of his first lover as she hummed in approval and desire, her head bobbing up and down his length. His encounter with the seven dryads certainly hadn't done much to sap his reserves or his stiff shaft, which had stayed hard throughout the entire ordeal.
He opened his eyes and looked around, first at Luna to his left, Daphne next to her, and Susan to his right. Hermione had moved between his legs, and Myrtle was still hovering over them, still leering at him. Daphne, Susan and Luna each had one hand on him and the other between their legs, busily rubbing, with Luna and Susan positioning themselves to give him a perfect view. Myrtle was still shamelessly rubbing away at her own translucent slit, now just a few inches from his face, her legs on either side of his head, phasing down into the bed, and Hermione was feasting on his cock like her life depended on it.
It didn't take much longer for him to reach his first peak. Hermione accepted his gift and gulped it down hungrily, then her own body seemed to tremble, and she cried out in climax around his shaft, her own body shaking as she seemed to orgasm, which was odd as he could clearly see both of her hands on his thighs. Eventually, she came down from her high, and, after lightly papering his shaft and balls with kisses, she moved to straddle him, crouching over him as she reached for her wand and cast the shield charm on his shaft and a lubrication charm on her own tight ring, before gently positioning him, then lowering herself down until they both felt his glans kiss her anus, as they had done many times before. This was the whole reason they'd started doing anal sex months ago: preparation for this occasion.
Hermione sucked in a breath and bit her lip as she let gravity slowly pull her down, and she did her best to relax, letting his glans slowly open her up before sliding in slowly. She stopped, moaning at the sensation of just having his head inside her. Sure, they'd done this a few nights ago, but this somehow felt different, more symbolic, more important…
Harry watched, wide eyed, as Hermione's beautiful arse slowly slid down his length, her pink pussy lips were swollen, coated in a wetness that had nothing to do with the shower, her pussy was actively dripping moisture onto his crotch, her clitoris swollen and peaking out from under the pink lips of her labia, almost like it was begging for attention.
Soon her hips met his gently, almost delicately, as she took him to the root. All of the tightness was around the base. He twitched his shaft inside her, making her gasp, moan and suck in deep breaths. Then she opened her eyes, looked down at him, and smiled. Her pupils were dilated, her gaze heated, full of lust and determination. Harry reached up, gently taking hold of her hips, but she intercepted them and manipulated their hands until their palms were together, their fingers interlocked. They locked eyes, panting, as she balanced herself on her feet, before she slowly started to rise.
"Oh god, that is so hot!" Myrtle groaned, "I really wish I could touch you guys right now, I'd love to have a warm, living finger or dick in my own fanny or arse…You have no idea how lucky you all are…" Then, before anyone could stop her, she moved forward and plunged her whole head into Hermione's abdomen.
"Myr—Myrtle!" Hermione gasped in shock as an almost ice-cold numbness suddenly spread through her lower abdomen, filling her womb, upper vagina, cervix and even her intestines. She gasped in shock, jerked her hips several times, almost falling off of Harry, but Daphne and Susan quickly took hold of her arse cheeks, holding her steady. Then Myrtle pulled back, looking sheepish.
"Sorry, I just couldn't help it! When you can pass through solid objects, you see things on the inside of them, even people. Right now, I just saw Harry's hard dick in your colon, from inside your colon. It's quite fascinating, really."
The three girls, not currently stunned by a wave of near ice-cold numbness in their guts, all stared at each other in morbid fascination as they tried to picture what she had just described.
"Just…ask next time…" Hermione said, as she shivered, her body warming up as she once again began to move, quickly building up speed as she clenched her muscles around the intrusion within her.
Soon she had built up a steady pace, her arse meeting his hips in heavy, meaty slaps of flesh as Daphne, Luna and Susan supported her. Her breasts bounced nicely on her chest as she worked her hips, her head arching back, eyes closed as she gasped and moaned. Harry even started to lift his hips off the bed to try and get deeper on each downward stroke, which only made her clench tighter around him.
After maybe another 10 minutes or so, Harry felt his climax start to build. He groaned out a warning to Hermione, who opened her eyes and looked down at him, "Oh…god…yes!…fill me baby…fill my arse baby…" she cried, then suddenly, with a powerful downward thrust, she locked their hips together as she climaxed, her clenching muscles, and a shower of warm wetness flowing from her lower lips, pushed Harry over the edge and he joined her.
They were followed soon after by cries and moans of bliss from their three living companions as they each orgasm ed in turn. All of them now sheathed in sweat, their skin flushed, the scent of both sweat and sex filling the air, mixing with the smell of the candles and oils. Myrtle, who had resumed pleasuring herself after her little stunt, had yet to reach a climax, and it seemed she was starting to get frustrated.
After panting for several minutes, Harry and Hermione seemed to recover, and slowly Hermione eased herself up and off of him, turned to Susan and boded to her wand, signalling for her to remove the shield charm.
"You…don't want me to clean him?" Sue panted from her own climax. Hermione, face flushed, her body covered in a layer of sweat, shook her head.
"He's clean, just hold him in position…we're almost there…"
Susan did as instructed, and Hermione sank slowly onto Harry's cock, moaning decadently as she felt her pussy clamp down on him as it tasted his flesh for the first time.
When their hips once again met, they locked gazes again, both smiling and panting with residual bliss. They were finally doing it, finally having actual, proper sex for the first time. Hermione felt a surge of lust run through her. She finally had her Harry, her male, her stud, her mate inside her, where he belonged…
'Wait…where did that come from?' she thought privately. Still, her thoughts were soon drowned out as she started to move her hips, first in a circular motion as before, then in small side-to-side motions, then a figure-eight, her internal muscles massaged and squeezed him, mapping every square millimetre of his shaft as she pressed down, pushing him as deep as he would go, pressing her hard, throbbing clit against his smooth warm flesh.
She started to move, raising herself, then letting gravity pull her back down, until their hips met with a slap of flesh, and her clitoris was slammed deliriously against the base of his cock, and his glans kissed her cervix.
They all watched, transfixed, as Harry's stiff, glistening shaft slid in and out of her body the way nature had designed it to, her inner flesh briefly flashing as her lips opened and closed as she bounced, Hermione began to grunt as she steadily built up a new rhythm, faster and faster she thrust her hips, her brown eyes locked on Harry's green ones, drool even started to flow from her mouth as she began to rigorously fuck him in earnest.
He tried to lift his hips once more to meet her, but a few snarling grunts from her, and a few rather aggressive, almost violent downward thrusts of her hips soon put a stop to that. If she didn't want him to move, he wouldn't.
"God…you're so big…so hard…so…breedable…" she gasped, "Such a perfect lover… a perfect boy… a perfect male…" Hermione continued to gasp and grunt as she bounced faster, clenched harder, she felt her climax start to build, she could also feel his approaching too, his cock twitching inside her, and she knew he wasn't far off.
It was time.
"Repeat…after me…I accept you as you are…and I will always hold you close to my heart. I will walk beside you always…"
"I accept you as you are, and I will always hold you close to my heart. I will walk beside you always."
As soon as the words finished leaving Harry's mouth, he felt a surge of pleasure wash over him, and he groaned as the strongest orgasm he'd ever felt washed over him. His balls seemed to swell, then twitch, as his cock swelled and twitched inside Hermione's clenching vagina, and he erupted into her, his hot, thick semen bursting from his glans like a fountain, washing her twitching cervix and bathing her vagina.
Hermione gasped, her body hummed and rippled as she felt Harry cum, and she clenched her muscles; his orgasm seemed to trigger hers. She arched her back and let out a loud, long moan as her third orgasm of the night, seemingly the strongest yet, washed over her. She shook, crying out as she ground her hips down into Harry's crotch, pressing her clitoris almost painfully against his pubic bone, her hips gyrating in ever-tightening circles, occasionally jerking in either one direction or the other, nearly as if she couldn't quite find the right spot.
Then her entire body seemed to seize up. She froze, her mouth falling open in a cry of rapture as the oddest sensation spread through her, spreading out from just above her vagina, moving through her body, leaving behind an intense heat that was almost overwhelming. It was all over her body, but it seemed to be strongest in her bones; her spine, her skull, her shoulders, her pelvis, her fingers and feet…
Then a wave of what she would later describe as pure bliss washed over her, spreading out not only from her bones, but also just above her vagina once more, but also spreading out from her vagina itself this time, which suddenly started throbbing, writhing, squeezing, almost as if it had took on a mind of its own as it began to flex, ripple and for lack of a better word, massage Harry's stiff shaft. A sudden throbbing heat right at the end of his dick, where her cervix was, suddenly flared up, becoming so intense it was almost painful, yet all it did was trigger another orgasm, then a second, and a third. Soon, she was experiencing one long, constant string of them. She was vaguely aware of Harry's moans as he also came, and each time he did, it seemed to trigger another for her. It was almost as if her vagina had started milking his penis like a cow's udder, practically sucking the semen right out of him.
But she soon lost the capacity to focus or think as the wave of ecstasy flowing through her seemed to get more intense, almost too fierce suddenly. She arched her back, tilting her head back, letting out a scream as the heat radiating out from her bones suddenly intensified into a hot throbbing series of waves that spread out through her muscles and skin, and had she been able to focus, she would have been aware of the sources of intense heat within her, where her ovaries were.
That would have alarmed her at any other time, but she was too far gone at that moment, too overcome by pleasure, as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever felt in her life up to that moment consumed her body, mind and soul, leaving her floating in a sea of bliss and heat.
Hermione's mind went blank as her entire being, her senses, everything became one incoherent blur of sexual lust and physical rapture. Her nerves sang as she was overwhelmed with pure sexual desire and pleasure. Physically, emotionally, and mentally. It was far stronger than anything she'd ever felt before, her body exploding as another climax engulfed her, this one more powerful than the last, standing out compared to the constant chain of orgasms she'd been having up to that point, and seemed to radiate from everywhere. And as the moments passed, the sense of euphoria and pleasure steadily grew more intense, and somehow, she was aware of the fact that if certain things didn't happen soon, that pleasure would turn to an all-consuming hunger and even turn to pain.
The room around her faded from her awareness, as did the other four girls who sat or floated around her. Even the bed faded from her senses. All she was aware of was a sense of incompleteness within her, within her pleasure-swamped mind, and the faint spark of knowledge that told her she needed to continue, became a profound sense of urgency, as a feeling of needing more. She had already taken him in her mouth, her bum, and now her vagina, and still, the feeling in the back of her mind slowly became more urgent, somehow letting her know she needed to do that again. The longer she waited, the more intense the feelings she was now experiencing would get, and if she didn't repeat the bonding process a second time, that pleasure would get so intense it would turn to pain.
She started to grind her hips down onto the boy beneath her; the stiff, hot shaft of masculinity that she held captive, her inner muscles working, squeezing, wringing and massaging, pressing in tightly, causing both her and the male trapped beneath her to moan as his shaft was pulled deeper, the muscles just below her cervix expanding as the part of her sheath that caressed his glans squeezed it, effectively milking it. In contrast, the space just between it and her now open cervix ballooned out, creating a sort of vacuum that sucked in his semen, her cervix hungrily constricting and drawing it in. Soon, the space between her cervix and his glans was once again filled with his seed, which was again collected and pushed up to her womb, which hungrily drank it with a gulp that was audible to those listening.
Her climax seemed to go on for ages, the heat suffusing her entire body washing over her in pulses before it finally started to recede, her climax slowly, steadily calming down as her mind slowly came out of the orgasmic fog it had sunk into, and she slumped forward, her hands automatically going to the bed-sheets to support her weight. Her eyes were closed, she panted, her body tingled, no, rippled with the aftershocks of her climax, she then sucked in a breath through her nose…
And the sweetest, most delicious scent she'd ever smelled filled her sinuses. Then she took a breath through her mouth, and she realised she could taste it…it was…she wasn't sure what it was, it was a fragrance, a flavour unlike any she'd ever had before. Without opening her eyes, she tilted her head down, following the trail to its source, until her nose and mouth bumped into the soft, hot and wet flesh of the heaving chest, and almost as if on autopilot, she parted her lips and licked.
It never occurred to Hermione that something was off, that something had changed. That she had changed. It didn't register with her at that moment, as it probably would have at any other time, that her tongue was now over a foot long, wider, and far more flexible and dexterous than it had any right to be. That her neck and head were now longer than they had been moments ago.
All that occurred to her, all that mattered, was that delicious, no, divine aroma and flavour that now filled her lungs, her sinuses and coated her taste buds as her tongue writhed and lashed across the wet skin beneath her face, seeking out and collecting more of that…whatever it was. Once she had collected enough on her tongue, she lifted her head up and back, sitting up, she tilted her body back and swallowed.
"§Mmmmmm…§"
The moan reverberated through her head, throat, and even down to her chest. Though to the others in the room, it sounded like a purr.
She still couldn't identify the scent or taste her senses were now registering, as they didn't match anything she'd smelled or tasted before, but her body seemed to respond, as another shiver of pleasure went through her. Suddenly, three words came to her mind that seemed to put meaning to what she was smelling and tasting.
Male.
Sweat.
Testosterone.
What she was smelling, what she was tasting, was sweat. Harry's sweat. A cocktail of hormones, testosterone most prominent among them, that her senses had suddenly been able to detect for some reason, and her body was now thrumming with a need that she couldn't name; she just knew she wanted more.
Then she became aware of what was happening within her, lower down.
She could feel Harry's shaft inside her vagina, far more than she could when he'd first entered her. Now, it was like the walls of her vagina were hyper-sensitive and incredibly flexible. She could feel every minute detail of his shaft in a way that should only be possible with her fingers, the inner walls seemed to mould themselves perfectly to Harry's dick, and she suddenly realised with a start, that she could actually flex and control her vagina now in a way that hadn't been possible when he'd first entered her.
She was now also acutely aware of the hundreds of tiny muscles that now seemed to make up her vagina, and she realised with a sudden thrill of excitement and wonder, that she had complete control over them. She could move them, use them to squeeze, stroke and even suck the penis they now held prisoner.
It felt…fantastic.
She tried to open her lips to smile, only for her eyes to shoot open wide and her mouth to fall slack when she felt her labia respond, rather than the lips on her face.
Then she became aware of something else. Something she never would have thought possible.
She could taste his cock, as well as the semen within her vagina. It was such an odd sensation, being able to taste something that wasn't in her mouth or on her tongue, and yet, as her mind tried to understand that notion, the flavour of her lover's essence registered in her mind, and she was caught off-guard when she realised that she wasn't tasting Cauldron Cakes as she'd come accustomed to tasting over the past three or so months, but something else that she couldn't put a name to. It was so strange.
The realisation that she could now actually taste with her vagina sent a wave of confusion, panic and euphoria through her body. Her body, specifically, her vagina, responded to the new sensations rippling through it viscerally.
Her vagina went wild, spasming and contracting, stroking, massaging, even pulling at Harry's penis, making Harry groan beneath her as his hips bucked up to try to accommodate her demanding sex.
She felt every square millimetre of his shaft in exquisite detail, every twitch, every throb, every pulse of the expanding blood vessels, and every push his glans made against her cervix as her inner muscles sucked the shaft they now held in a seeming death-grip.
Her mind soon blanked out all sound, and her mind sank into a beautiful haze of utter ecstasy as pleasure suffused her entire form the moment she felt his glans pass into her cervix, even if she didn't consciously register that fact, she reflexively clamped down on it, and a new sensation, a new sense of taste exploded within her, between her vagina and womb. Harry's own cries of pleasure and his writhing body didn't even register with her now.
She threw her head back and cried out as she felt her cervix close around his head, and, though she couldn't yet understand why, she could feel even more detail on his tip. She opened her eyes and looked down at the male beneath her, lying on his back, thrashing with pleasure, naked, sweating, panting…
Hers.
She was vaguely aware of the other four females within her presence, and her senses briefly registered them as rivals, but after a moment, that perception shifted to subordinates. She was the eldest, she was first, and they would accept her authority as Alpha.
She then became more aware of the male beneath her. Inside her, and she growled with hunger, anticipation, lust. This male…what was his name? It didn't matter; he was male, and he didn't have an identity beyond hers. He no longer had a purpose beyond being just a penis for her to gorge herself on. While she couldn't claim him for herself solely, she could at least be the first to do so.
"Her—Hermione?"
A voice full of confusion, and no small amount of shock and fear, finally broke through to her. She turned her head to look at the redhead who was staring at her in wide-eyed shock, one of the two blondes and the ghost were also staring at her, as was the male, all wearing various expressions of shock, awe and fear, then suddenly their names all came back to her…one
Susan, Daphne, Myrtle, Luna…Harry…
Susan, Daphne, Myrtle and Harry were all staring at her in stunned silence, the moment of bliss they'd all been caught in frozen, replaced by shock.
But why? She was perfectly fine! Better than fine… She felt great! She'd just had some of the best orgasms of her life!
"§Guys? What is it? What's wrong?§"
Susan, Daphne and Myrtle all stared at her in confusion before they looked at each other, then back at her. Harry, however, just stared at her in wide-eyed silence, his mouth agape.
"Uh…Hermione? You just spoke Parseltongue…" Daphne said, staring at her, her own eyes wide.
"§What?! What do you mean?!§"
Three of the four mortals and one ghost just stared at her in confusion, though Harry looked like he understood her; he was just too stunned to respond.
Luna, however, was grinning.
"Hermione, you're a Veela!"
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Notes:
And that is the end of the second task, and Harry and Hermione are now fully Bonded (just about)
Luna's line to Hermione at the end directly mirrors what Hagrid says to Harry when they first meet in the Philosopher's Stone.
I'll most likely be focusing on finishing Luna's Solution and working more on the Curse's Cure rewrite i'm doing with Dr4c41a.
Hope you all have a happy new year!