Chapter Five
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Dan Granger wandered into the kitchen on a dreary Sunday morning in November just after sunrise and started a kettle boiling. He went to the front door and opened it to find the Sunday Times in the portico. He smiled; simple pleasures were in fact the best. As he stood up two owls flew past him into the house. Dan smiled; that was so cool! He hurried to the kitchen to find the owls perched on Emma's chair and Emma preparing a strainer full of orange pekoe, pouring the water through it into an antique teapot of hers, just like she did every Sunday morning.
Dan had to laugh as he moved to start a skillet heating. It was just like every other Sunday morning since Hermione had left for school. The beautiful snowy owl sat watching Dan start a pan of streaky bacon. He split a piece and tossed half to her and half to her companion, a regular barn owl.
Emma took the pot to the table, opening the kitchen window on the way, and removed the letter from the barn owl first. She gave it a smile and a pat and it flew off happily. Hedwig got her letter removed next and was fussed over endlessly. Hermione had introduced the owl to her parents the first time she'd sent a letter by Hedwig on that first lonely Sunday.
Dan wondered if he should set a third plate. Emma finally got settled with the style and entertainment sections of the paper, Hedwig apparently reading over her shoulder. Dan put a plate in front of Emma containing two eggs, sunny side up, and two rashers of bacon and sat behind his own plate of the same. It was an indulgence they allowed themselves only the one day a week and a habit they'd picked up in America during a six-month working holiday there after graduating from university. During the week they ate healthy foods and exercised daily.
Emma put the paper down and unfolded the parchment from Hedwig. She read Hermione's letter as Dan read the other. "It's from Hermione's head of House, Em."
Emma grunted, already absorbed in Hermione's letter. Mother (and you too, Dad)--
Professor McGonagall? will be sending you a letter with some information, reference magical bonding, in it. Please know that I am entering into this relationship with Harry of my own free will.
Harry is without question the most powerful wizard of his and perhaps any generation. He grew up in less than fortunate circumstances, without knowledge of who he was until this past summer. He is an orphan and is now an emancipated minor, head of a noble house--a Duke in fact--in the magical world. He is apparently rich beyond the dreams of avarice. He needs to become emancipated in the mundane world in order to keep people from attempting to control him. I've asked him if he feels that some benign guardians would serve as well as emancipation, as I think it unlikely that an eleven-year-old would be able to achieve emancipation. I suggested you and Dad as the mundane guardians; Harry is thinking about it.
I tell you these things so that you won't be worried about him or me.
A girl named Katherine Clyde will deliver a trunk to you today. Please place the trunk in the lounge. If you will be home this evening Harry and I would really like to meet with you and Dad and talk to you. Please send a note with Hedwig as to what time this evening would be appropriate.
Hermione
Emma frowned. The letter was very serious but said next to nothing. What was this about? She looked up. "Dan! Are you all right?"
Dan sat frozen, white as linen, fork halfway to his mouth in one hand and Professor McGonagall's? parchment in the other. "Dan?"
Emma leaned back as Dan turned a deep red and dropped the fork and letter. He stood and walked out the kitchen door and onto the patio surrounding the pool in the back garden. He immediately began to pace and wave his arms. Emma sighed. He only did that when he was mad about something he had no control over, like NHS regulators.
Emma picked up Professor McGonagall's? letter. Doctors Granger:
I am writing to you in order to explain something very important. I would normally send a form letter to Muggle-borns' mothers after their daughters' first year. Normally this would not be an issue until their daughters' third year in early cases, or fourth year in most cases, when their daughters begin to consider physical relationships amongst wizards and witches.
Emma started and thought, Oh my! No wonder he's railing in the garden.
Normally, after the onset of puberty witches are attracted to wizards as girls are to boys in the Muggle world, the difference being that contact with the wizard's semen, without a magical contract signed in blood between the witch and wizard involved, can cause the formation of a bond--the more intimate and frequent the contact, the stronger the bond. The wizard's and witch's levels of magical power is also a factor.
Hermione is a powerful witch. Emma was chuffed; she knew it! Mr. Harry Potter, a fellow year mate and House mate of Hermione's, is a very powerful wizard. Uh-oh!
Harry and Hermione, being respectively Muggle-born and Muggle-raised, have not taken the precaution of a contract but have apparently had enough intimate contact for Hermione to be bound to him as his fiancée.
Oh my! Dan will go--hah! he's already gone--nuclear. Well, the boy did ask first, points for that. We just didn't consider it to be more than puppy love.
This circumstance is highly unusual, as you might realize, because normally young first year wizards are not ready to enter into relationships, much less physical acts of the required level of
intimacy for bonding. Young witches are also normally more reticent about conducting this type of activity.
Did this witch just call my daughter a slag?
I have spoken to them both and they seem very much in love--an adult kind of love. Mr. Potter defends Hermione and all other weaker students against all comers and, while quick to anger and ruthless in his punishments, has never to my knowledge intentionally offended, much less injured Hermione or any other student other than his intended target.
Who was this boy, Attila the Hun Junior? I remain available for your questions any time. //Signed//
Minerva McGonagall? Professor of Transfiguration Head of Gryffindor House Deputy Headmistress Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Yeah, except your owl left as if we were going to salt its tailfeathers. Emma looked out the window and sighed. It was going to be a long day.
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At Hogwarts, Susan looked daggers at Hermione. "You'd better go get him. That's his third lap of the lake--he'll get frostbite."
Hermione chewed her lower lip. Daphne rolled her eyes. "Gryffindors charge in! You made this mess, Hermione. You should have talked to Harry and us before you and McGonagall? started firing off letters. It wouldn't have changed anything, but Harry and we wouldn't have been blindsided."
Padma threw in, "I can't believe Ella and the Squib Squad bought this."
Tracey laughed. "Ella said something about 'jerking off a Band-Aid'?, and 'best to get it over with in one go'."
Hermione drew herself up and headed for the stairs to go outside and get Harry. The other witches turned back to the window and watched.
Hermione trudged down the path to the lake that Harry had made through the snow this morning and they all had trampled flat and firm. She got to the open trampled area and waited. Harry came steaming around the bend and dropped to a walk as he neared Hermione. He looked at her nervously chewing her bottom lip and smiled. "Walk with me as I cool down, Ne?"
Hermione nodded and Harry put an arm around her waist and led her around the perimeter of the trampled circle. Hermione watched the steam curling hypnotically off of the sweaty Harry. Finally, in a small voice, she said, "I'm sorry."
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Harry looked at her for a moment, puzzled, and then his face softened. "You're forgiven, I told you that earlier. I won't keep saying it, Ne."
"I just didn't realize you'd be so mad, Harry! I thought I was doing the right thing. We need to get this sorted." Harry kind of jerked and then started to laugh. "Hey, don't laugh at me, Harry!"
"I'm not, Ne--well, maybe a little at you, but more at all of this. This isn't me being mad, it's me being nervous. The girls are mad at you, aren't they?"
Hermione nodded miserably. Harry chuckled. "Sorry, that's my fault. I'll talk to them. I'm not mad, Hermione Granger. Scared nearly witless, but not mad. I just can't sit still while we wait for the time of my execution."
"Hey! It won't be that bad, Harry."
"Ne, if you were having sex with someone I would kill them--and I'm not your father, just your boyfriend."
Hermione frowned and then smiled a little Mona Lisa smile. "I'll handle Daddy, Harry. He'll love you."
"Poached on toast, bollocks first, no doubt."
"Harry! Eeeewwww. Now come inside. You'll freeze out here, and we want to go to Camelot and maybe Potter Castle."
Harry rolled his eyes. "You want to go to the libraries, Hermione, just admit it."
Harry led her back to the castle, stopping occasionally to do his stretches. Just as he stepped through the door a cascade of water appeared, headed for them. Harry waved and froze the water. He waved again and it vanished. Harry looked around quickly and suddenly Peeves found himself stuck to a wall upside down, silenced and Petrified. Harry never broke stride and led Hermione up the stairs while it was all still registering with her.
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Angelina, just exiting the Great Hall, saw the whole thing and turned to Alicia. She arched a brow and Alicia shrugged. Angelina dragged her all the way to their room.
Up in the witches' dorm Alicia flopped back on the bed. "Morgana! How powerful can the little blighter be?"
After a moment of silence she raised her head and looked at Angelina. "Ange? Hey, Angelina!" "What?" "You aren't thinking of doing anything, are you?"
Angelina snorted. "You said it, Alicia--how powerful must he be? He only has eyes for Granger, though. The most we'll get is a roll in the hay." She grinned. "The next four years should be fun, though."
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Alicia though about it for a moment. "We should join their study group." Angelina frowned. "Why? They have first year courses."
Alicia looked at her ."And all those fourth, fifth, and sixth year tutors, all witches, all top of their years."
Angelina looked thoughtful. "Didn't we just cover covens in history?"
Alicia snorted. "Binns glossed over it to get to the next Goblin war. I've DONE some extra research."
Angelina groaned. "So spill already."
"Covens, under a warlock, are free to do almost anything. Like a noble house." Alicia smirked smugly.
"Hey, Harry is already the last survivor of a noble house." Silence reined after Angelina's observation.
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In Little Whinging, Jennifer Clyde was starting her car to give her daughter Katherine a ride down to Crawley over in Sussex to deliver a trunk, of all things, for Harry. Not that it was a problem. Katherine was now the girl Jennifer had always hoped she would be, and much of it was down to Harry Potter and his group of friends. Katherine was confident, poised, and smarter than average at least. She was very fit and becoming a beautiful young lady. Her hair was still the same dirty blond but somehow seemed to fit her, and she was filling out nicely. No, Jennifer didn't mind doing a favor for Harry at all, especially since the boy was paying for the petrol. Jennifer would let Katherine keep that twenty quid. She could afford the petrol and it was only a couple gallons at most back and forth in her diesel Golf.
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In Crawley Emma had gotten Dan back inside after a half hour. She made him another breakfast and more tea, having let Hedwig have his first plateful rather than waste it. The breakfast, anyway; Hedwig apparently wasn't much for tea.
She handed Hermione's letter to Dan and he growled. Emma chuckled. "You did tell him he could date her, Dan."
"Date doesn't mean shag!"
"Dan! I'm sure they haven't gone that far. We need to tell them a time. I'm thinking eight this evening."
"How are they going to get here from school, Em?"
"I'm sure Professor McGonagall? is arranging something, Dan. Remember, the Muggle-born guide said they have instantaneous methods of travel."
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"Grrrrr."
Emma rolled her eyes. "You aren't going to be an idiot about this, are you, Dan? The girl is almost a teenager. She'd be experimenting sooner or later. We raised her well; just trust her. Her reports of this Harry boy are--well--glowing, too good to be true, even."
"Grrrr."
"Ass!"
Emma sent a note back to Hermione with Hedwig telling her to come at eight that evening.
The front doorbell sounded and Emma rose. "That will be Harry's friend Katherine with this trunk of his. Be nice." Emma opened the front door and was proven correct.
"Mrs. Granger? Katherine Clyde. Hermione asked me to deliver this trunk to you. This is my mother, Jennifer."
Emma greeted the ladies and led them into the lounge. "Dan, this is Jennifer and Katherine Clyde."
Dan stood and greeted the women and looked at the trunk. He took it from Katherine and put it against the wall under the windows.
Emma looked at Katherine. "You said Hermione asked. Did she owl you?"
Katherine cut her eyes to her mother and Emma paused. Jennifer said, "Isn't that Harry clever, training his owl? Training--having an owl for a pet in the first place. Then training it to deliver notes to the girls! That's one smart bird, and Harry isn't bad either. George and I are always happy to see him and the girls at our house.
Dan perked up. "Girls?" Jennifer smiled. "Oh, you don't know? Harry has lots of little girlfriends."
Emma watched Dan carefully. Jennifer continued, "You see, a few years ago we started having trouble with some bullies around the neighborhood and at school. This little gang of hooligans was terrorizing the younger kids and all the girls. Harry somehow put a stop to it." She leaned in close to Dan. "I think he beat them up, but it's hard to imagine. He was so small back then, a real little waif."
Emma took a chance as Dan seemed enthralled. She looked at Katherine. "I'll get some tea." Jennifer started to rise to help but Katherine said, "I'll help!" and quickly rose and followed Emma. Dan looked back at Jennifer. "So this Harry boy is small?"
Jennifer nodded her head and now that her daughter was out of the room leaned in and confided, "Harry is an orphan. He lives with his aunt and uncle near us. They starved the boy until our girls started feeding him. The boy had no clothes of his own, can you believe it? Only hand-me-downs from his cousin Dudley, his aunt and uncle's boy. Harry is a great child. His cousin Dudley was running that gang, we think. Harry somehow put paid to that. All the older boys in the neighborhood are terrified of him. Well, the rounders anyway. Harry and the girls run the
neighborhood now and it's a tight, clean place, a great place to raise kids. Not as nice as this area, but we're all working folks. Harry has made it a lot better in the last three or four years. He and the girls take care of the park. The girls all get along famously, better than sisters even. They're all top of their forms at school. They think we don't know but Harry eats round our houses and they club up together to get him clothes and things.
"It was a bit dodgy when Harry left for school. The girls were shattered. Little Whinging was awash in tears for a fortnight. But the girls settled. Dudley Dursley--Harry's? aunt and uncle are named Dursley--tried to start up again after Harry left but he suddenly stopped again. I think Harry reminded him he would be coming back."
Dan nodded. "So you like Harry?"
In the kitchen Emma looked at Katherine as she laid a tea service. "Your mother doesn't know? Are you a witch? Why aren't you in Hogwarts?"
Katherine displayed her poise and chuckled. "You're Hermione's mum, no question. Uh, let's see.... No, Mother doesn't know. We think they know something is going on but we're not sure what and we don't feel like pushing for an answer. No, we believe Harry's magic made us the best we could be, and when that wasn't enough it made us into Squibs. Because the best we can be said to be is Squibs, we can't cast magic, only use it in rune-activated objects and potions."
Emma frowned in thought. "So how many of you are there?"
Katherine smiled. "Fifteen in the Squib Squad--that's what we call ourselves. Harry has probably twenty or more witches affiliated with him at Hogwarts right now. The Squib Squad is fairly constant, as older girls move on younger girls come in."
"So Hermione is just another girlfriend for this--this--little playboy, then?" Emma was getting mad.
Katherine smirked. "Oh no. Harry is completely head over heels in love with Hermione. We can all tell--well, those of us who've been with him for years. Disappointing really; I mean, none of us ever got that reaction from him. Sure, a snog or two, but nothing like this. He's all the way gone."
Emma settled. That had been a heartfelt and honest answer and you could see, hear, and even feel the girl's disappointment. "Uh, you wouldn't--erm, well--"
"Try to break them up and get Harry for myself?"
Emma had the grace to blush lightly but this was, after all, her daughter's beau they were discussing. "Yes."
"No, not that it would do any good if any of us did. We had years with him. The witches might, but it won't do them any good either. From what we've read, they'd be lucky to share him, and only if Hermione agrees--and I don't think she's a fool. She'll have us sign contracts if they decide to go that way."
The pot whistled and Emma asked, "How can we talk? I want to know more."
Katherine reached into her pocket. "Put this in the tea. Mother will fall asleep--you all will. I'll give you the antidote and we can talk, and then I'll wake Mother. She'll think she passed a pleasant Sunday getting to know you and your husband. It won't seem strange to her because I'll reinforce it,
and I don't normally drink tea. Erm...and no, we've never DONE this before and hope to never again, but it's a bit of a situation."
Emma smiled. "I'll say."
Fifteen minutes later Dan and Emma popped back wide awake with the impression of just having spent a pleasant Sunday morning.
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At Hogwarts, the witches and Harry disappeared down into trunks in their own or their House coven leaders' dorm rooms and met in the trunk mansion, Camelot. The group immediately moved to Potter Castle.
A pleasant morning was passed talking to each other, Harry's parents, and Harry. The group reviewed the History of Magic study guide that was nearing completion, the interactions table for potions ingredients--a kind of periodic table of elements for potions--galleries from the printer, and Daphne's receipts and orders. A group went back to Camelot to pull orders for Daphne, including a lot of the books with the Italian Jesus on them, as Harry called the Muggle bodice-rippers that were selling so well, especially to the female Professors after Bathsheba and Charity had confiscated like books from Muggle-borns. Harry didn't even want to know how that trade had started.
Lavender whispered to Parvati, "Why isn't Harry afraid of us being here? Everyone knows we gossip."
Parvati looked scandalized. "You wouldn't say anything about Harry, would you, Lavender?" "Of course not, Parvati. I just wonder why he trusts us."
Emma, the Hufflepuff coven leader, leaned into their conversation. "Because he's Harry, and he wouldn't betray you. He assumes you wouldn't betray him. We made him perform a loyalty charm on you anyway, though. We aren't Harry." She gave them both a penetrating look and pulled away.
Parvati and Lavender looked at each other, wide-eyed, and quietly went back to studying quietly.
At noon the group broke for lunch and went to be seen in the Great Hall. They would meet here again at two.
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Back in Little Whinging, Katherine was frazzled but very happy. The Grangers had questioned her for two hours and then they had woken her mother and talked to her for another hour, Jennifer as always trying to pump Katherine for extra information about Harry to share with the other mothers. Now she was going to eat, shower, nap, and meet Harry at Potter Castle at two. Her mission, as far as she could tell, had been a total success.
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At twelve thirty Minerva entered the Great Hall and took her seat for lunch. Albus refused to be in the castle on a regular schedule nowadays, being much more interested in his politics, so it was left to Minerva to show the flag, as it were. The Potter Coven--bah! Where had that thought come from? Well anyway, they were all sitting at the Ravenclaw table smiling, giggling, and laughing as
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you would expect young witches to do. Harry sat amongst them with a slight flush, as you would expect from a young wizard surrounded by the top witches in school. A few other wizards sat nearby or with the group, but one look told a witch where the attention was focused, and that was on the witch and wizard Harry and Hermione Potter. What? Hermione Potter? Minerva, you're going soft in the head, gel.
"Do you think it's the Occlumency, Minerva?"
"Eeeek! Morgana's rusty chastity belt, Pomona, you scared me out of a century! Make some noise or something when you approach a witch."
Pomona smiled. "Especially one hypnotized by her power kind, eh?" Minerva glared at Pomona. "What did you mean about Occlumency?"
"Emma Cadwallader, that tall brunette with the big chest next to Hermione Granger, told me that Harry suspects Severus of using it on students and filed a complaint with the DMLE. Dumbledore thinks he's made it go away, but what he really did was drive the investigation underground. Amelia is a Hufflepuff, after all; not afraid of hard work, that one. Anyway, Harry ordered books on Occlumency and they've been studying the art. Emma recommends it to all the witches. She says it makes school easier--something about an ordered mind."
Minerva started. "But that would mean at least one of them is a Legilimens."
Pomona nodded. "All of them are practicing that on each other, too. I've had no complaints so I assume they keep it all in the coven."
Minerva hissed, "Pomona! Don't use that word!"
Septima Vector sat down on the other side of Minerva after dragging the Headmaster's chair out of the way. "Open your eyes, Minerva," she chided. "You have the warlock of the coven and the last survivor of his noble house in your House. Unless everything that squats to pee in the castle is wrong, you also have his chosen. The next seven years are going to be so much fun!"
"Oh gods, I'm too old for this! It's not true!"
Poppy Pomfrey sat down beside Pomona. "Well, good afternoon, Cleopatra, Queen of de-nile."
Minerva very maturely stuck her tongue out at Poppy and the Professors broke up laughing.
Poppy looked at Minerva once the Great Hall had settled again after freezing in shock at the laughter from the staff table. "Have you talked to them?"
"Who, Poppy?"
"Oh, an owl too? Mr. Potter and his lovely fiancé, Ms. Granger. Or are you denying that you can sense her all over him, too?"
Minerva gave her a glare. "I've spoken to them. It was too late, unfortunately; they were already bound."
Aurora Sinistra nodded her head. "Not your fault, Minerva. I mean, who would have thought an eleven-year-old wizard could? I mean really, how powerful must the little blighter be?"
"Aurora! Really!" The Great Hall paused again as the teachers laughed. Harry smiled. "Glad we could be entertaining." Hermione fretted. "You don't really think they're talking about us, do you, Harry?"
Tracey snorted. "What else would they be talking about while looking at us? You and Harry are the talk of the castle, the females anyway." Harry looked down the table at a familiar-looking older witch, a sixth or seventh year to judge from her shape, as the conversation shifted to other topics.
George, Fred, Angelina, and Alicia showed up and Lavender turned to Harry. "That reminds me, Harry. What was the idea of eating the Snitch yesterday?"
"Like I meant to, Lav? The crazy thing attacked me! I opened my mouth to yell in surprise and the thing flew right in."
Fred frowned. "Odd, that. The things are supposed to be charmed to avoid players at all costs. Never heard of one attacking someone before, but it sure looked like that one did."
Hermione was lost in thought. She remembered watching Harry but with her idactic memory, now made even more accurate by their Occlumency, she could also remember seeing Snape behind Harry watching Quirrell, who appeared to be watching Harry and murmuring--at least his lips were moving. It was odd. But why would Quirrell attack Harry? And with a Snitch, of all things? Curiouser and curiouser, as Dad says. Oh, Dad and Mum, now where was--
"Hey, Hedwig, how are you, girl?" Harry handed Hedwig a piece of beef from the tray of sliced roast beef and she nibbled his ear and then flew over to Hermione.
Daphne cracked wise. "The first Mrs. Potter has something for you there, Usurper." Hermione poked out her tongue at Daphne and took the letter from Hedwig's leg.
Hedwig flew over to a surprised Daphne and nibbled her ear before flying back to Harry for a moment and rubbing her head on his cheek, then leaping off his shoulder and flying out the owl port at the top of the Great Hall. Hermione gave Hedwig a pink tongue too. Harry laughed. "Jealous of my owl, Ne?"
"No, but she shouldn't rub in that she's known you longer so much ."
Harry looked at Hermione and laughed. He reached across the table and squeezed her hand. "So when do I die?"
Hermione simply said, "Eight." Fred and George weren't listening, though.
Harry nodded.
The early afternoon passed with a walk round the frozen lake and of course some horseplay out on the ice. Fred, George, and the giant squid enjoyed a game of catch separated by six inches of clear ice. Harry was having fun making himself skid across the ice by casting wind charms behind himself.
Neville looked out the windows of the fourth floor corridor and suppressed his longing to join them. Ron voiced his, however. "Looks like fun, Neville. We should go down there."
"I'll not be Potter's sycophant. I am the Chosen One."
Ron mumbled, "Yeah, and I'm failing out of here. I need some help from Harry's witches, or at least less time spent with Neville and more on my studies."
Neville snapped his head around. "What was that?"
Ron's Gryffindor chose that moment to step up. "I have to go study, Neville. I can't hang out in the halls watching Potter. I can't fail, Mum would go spare. She'd kill me."
"Fine, Weasley!"
Ron turned away. "Sorry, Neville, it's just that hating Potter isn't a career. Sure, you're set for life with your fame and your rich noble family, but if I'm going to have anything I'll have to make it myself."
Ron turned and walked away, leaving Neville grumbling by the window. Neville never saw Percy step out of the shadows at the end of the hall. "Good work, Ron. I was starting to worry about you. Now let's go get your homework for Monday done."
Ron smiled. "Thanks, Percy. I appreciate you telling me how stupid I was being."
Percy nodded. "Family looks after family, Ron." He didn't say that helping to keep Longbottom down nearly guaranteed him a job in the Ministry in a couple of years, and not in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office, either. Poor Ron...so unaware of how the game was really played! He would probably get all maudlin and want to suck up to Potter next.
Phhttt. Potter--sure, the boy was a powerful wizard and a dominant personality, but he would never notice Ron with all his strap-hangers around. Ron needed to become independent, stand above the fray of popularity and extracurricular activities that couldn't lead anywhere. Ron needed to be more like Percy and Bill and less like the twins and Charlie. And now was the opportunity to even the score--errrh, change Ron for the better.
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Harry and the witches wandered into the school at a quarter to two and the group broke up, only for them to meet at Camelot at two.
Harry was shivering. "I'm going for a shower."
Eliza nodded. "Well, back to good ideas then--about time! Trying to freeze yourself to death with sixty-mile-an-hour winds in subzero weather without even a warming charm! Silly boy!"
Harry came and hugged her. "I love you too, Eliza." He scampered away as Eliza blushed for the first time in anyone's memory.
Hermione smiled and looked at the fainting couch. Katherine had come through earl,y apparently. She moved over and hugged the sleeping Katherine. Katherine sat up groggily. "Hermione?"
"Thank you, Kath." "For what, Ne? I told the truth. Your parents will love Harry. Mainly because you do, I think."
Hermione stood and pulled Katherine away in the direction Harry had gone. Ella growled. "So all we have to do to get some Harry time is leap on a parent grenade?"
Emma sighed. "You again? Morgana, witch, you have hands!"
The others laughed at Ella's scandalized face and rolled around on the ground when she pouted. "Like that's the same!"
Daphne and Susan followed Hermione out of the room and stopped her and Katherine at the doors to the master suite. Daphne cleared her throat. "Hermione, Katherine needs to sign this." She held out the open-ended (at least as far as what service the witch offered) contract they had hammered out.
Susan held out an ugly black quill. "With this."
Hermione sighed. "Really?"
Daphne hoisted a brow. "Would you rather lose him? It is possible, Hermione."
Hermione nodded and Katherine smiled and signed, at least until the quill bit into her skin. "Hey, ouch!"
Hermione rolled her eyes and dragged Katherine into the room.
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Harry was in the shower. The girls stripped and crawled into the bed. Hermione cast Nox to kill the lights.
Harry came out of the bathroom, all tousled wet hair and athletic body, and smiled at the dimly lit lump in the bed. He went over to the bed and crawled in.
Harry felt a warm body and pulled her into him while he snuggled closer. Harry's hands tracked over her abdomen and then her chest as he spooned her. It suddenly dawned on him that Hermione had grown more than a few cup sizes overnight. The blinding light of reason hit him and he was out of the bed scrambling for his clothes in an instant. He heard laughter and looked back at the bed to see Hermione's head pop up over someone's shaking shoulder, Katherine was laughing herself silly, she was inordinately pleased that Harry had reacted that way.
"Thank you, Harry. Now come to bed. I want to thank Katherine for helping us out and you need a nap before we go to my house."
Harry blinked stupidly. Hermione sighed, climbed out of bed, and led him back into it. Nervously she put Harry and Katherine together and then took comfort in his very hesitant responses to the other girl. Finally she had to take charge a little, not only telling both Harry and Katherine what to do but offering them encouragement, and when that failed just instructing them. That worked, and Hermione was thrilled. She watched and occasionally gave orders. Katherine seemed to really enjoy herself, and when Harry filled her mouth Hermione knew he was.
Hermione told them both to go to sleep after they had pleased each other orally, and she curled into Harry's side, slightly shaken by the deep gratification she had gotten from--well, from using Harry to dominate Katherine.
Out in the sitting room the Squib Squad-plus was tense. Eliza finally looked up and laughed. "Are we all worried that he will fall in love with Katherine or he won't?"
Kristine Thomas grinned. "Yes." "Ouch." Ella rubbed her head.
"Gryffindors! If Harry loves her like he loves Hermione, he might love us the same way. Yikes! Scary, yummy, potentially fiery goodness. Unfortunately shared with all of you. While I love you like sisters, I--erm--love you like sisters. Sisters in bed? Euuuuuwwwww. If he doesn't love her like that, what are we? Slags, Harry's party girls, what?"
Emma laughed from her overstuffed armchair. "You bints are mad. Why aren't we the same girls we were an hour ago? Girls who really, really like Harry and might, if offered the opportunity, do a little exploration of sexuality with him? Why do we have to be all in love or slags? Drama queens much?" Emma went back to reading her book.
The others looked at each other sidelong and blushed. It was a tempest in a teapot, given that they were talking about Harry. Harry, who they had all trusted with every detail of their lives, who had never betrayed that trust, and who had weathered countless estrogen-driven storms of the older girls who had moved on with boy- or girlfriends by now. They still kept in touch.
The group settled, embarrassed and thoughtful. Hermione woke Harry at half seven and sent him and Katherine to the shower. She dressed and
then laid out some clothes for Harry and picked up and laid out Katherine's clothes.
She managed to get Harry dressed after he returned and while reassuring him that everything was fine. Harry wasn't really troubled and he settled nicely. He was turning over the events in his mind.
Harry led Hermione and Katherine back to the sitting room and went through the room talking to the other girls. Hermione came and got him when it was time to go. He took her arm and led her to the door now marked "The Grangers" in the long hallway of doors and into that unfurnished trunk.
Hermione showed her nervousness by checking the trunk and commenting, "Mother will love this space, Harry. There's so much she can do with it. Dad will like the extra storage, too."
Harry pulled her into a hug. "It'll be fine, Ne. Now come on. Let's go up." He nodded toward the ladder and led the way up.
The Grangers sat in their lounge, quietly thinking after a long, full day of discussions. The antique long case clock in the entryway sounded the full Cambridge chimes and then struck off the hours. At the stroke of eight the lid of the trunk Katherine had delivered opened and a black-haired, bespectacled youth stepped out, turned and reached into the trunk, and handed out their bushy- haired daughter.
"Mum! Dad!" Hermione hugged her mother and father tightly. "This is my fiancé, Harry."
Harry blinked but gamely offered his hand and shook Dan's hand firmly while looking him straight in the eye. Dan sighed. The boy was confident. Hermione was talking a mile a minute, answering her mother's questions, and somehow Dan and Harry found themselves following along behind the women back into the trunk. Dan watched as Harry let Hermione and Emma go first and then followed them down.
He followed along, asking a few questions and watching Harry be polite and courteous. He was disgruntled that there was no fault to be found with the boy. Hermione, chattering away, led them through the rooms hidden in the trunk and out into another space that was also apparently a trunk but was a mansion owned by Harry.
They met a roomful of girls--nice-looking, intelligent seeming girls--in Harry's mansion trunk and then Hermione led them back into the hall full of doors. Dan noticed doors labeled with girls' names and also doors with addresses on them. They stopped by one labeled "Potter Castle". Harry opened it and led them through a trunk that was identical to the one in their lounge. He led them through the hall, past the store and workrooms and the studio apartment. He continued up a ladder into the entry hall of a magnificent castle.
Dan wondered why Harry let Hermione go down the ladder first but went up the ladder in front of her. He asked Harry about it. Harry blushed. "Hermione has a skirt on, sir."
Dan stood dumbstruck for a moment and then smiled. A teenage--hell, preteen boy missed an opportunity to peek--on purpose? He even noticed what Hermione was wearing and considered what that meant for him? Dan thought he might be able to like this boy after all.
Harry led the Grangers through the castle after keying them to the wards and took up his station next to Hermione in the library, gently herding her through the distracting stacks. Dan had to stop twice to turn around and retrieve Emma. Finally they arrived in front of a pair of portraits and Dan watched sadly as Harry introduced his parents. Poor boy, obviously not over being an orphan. Dan
yelped in surprise when the portraits greeted them in return.
Harry chuckled and withdrew slightly as the two sets of parents began talking to each other. He and Hermione sat side by side at a nearby table and watched as the parents talked and were served tea by Otto.
Harry had been sweating bullets when he met the Grangers but Dan had shaken his hand and looked him in the eye and then acted perfectly normal. Harry was confused. This didn't fit any of the Horror stories the older girls had told of their dads meeting their boyfriends.
Harry tuned back into the conversation the parents were having and blushed furiously as his father explained the nature of the binding he and Hermione had and his mother discussed service contracts. He finally couldn't stand it any more and in a lull in the conversation asked, "Mr. Granger, aren't you supposed to be threatening me or something along about now?"
Dan and James laughed as Emma, Hermione, and Lily listened closely. "Why yes, Harry, at least traditionally. I was going to wait, though, and try to understand a little more first. However, since you've brought it up, if you ever intentionally hurt my little girl I'll find a way to make you suffer, magic or not."
Harry blinked. "Uh...okay?"
Dan laughed. "Good. Now, I don't like this thing about Dumbledore being Hermione's magical guardian. What can we do about it?"
"Uh, what?" Harry asked, confused.
Dan frowned. "Really, Harry, after all the bragging Katherine and Hermione have DONE about you? Keep up, son!"
"Daddy, stop it. Harry, Dad and your father were having a discussion about Dumbledore being my magical guardian since I'm Muggle-born and have no adult representation in the magical world. He would have been yours too, by the way, as you're orphaned." Hermione turned to the broader group. "Harry being an emancipated head of house and me being affianced to him severs Dumbledore's guardianship. The other witches in the coven who are without parents in the magical world may be covered in the same way if we contract with them. We have to study the issue some more.
"What we need is to sever the Dursleys' relationship with Harry."
Emma smiled. "Well, we'll call our solicitor and see what can be arranged there. Harry, would you prefer to be emancipated or to have Dan and I as your guardians?"
Harry paled. "That would make Hermione my sister, so no!"
The adults all laughed and Harry blushed when Hermione leaned into him and pecked him on the cheek, then pouted. Dan said, "We won't take Hermione away from you, Harry. Just because we're appointed your guardians doesn't make you and Hermione siblings. We'd have to adopt you for that, and even then you wouldn't be blood-related. What the hell am I saying--of course she'll be your sister, and you'll keep your hands and other parts to yourself!"
"Dad!"
"Dan!"
James broke up laughing at Harry's stricken face and Emma and Hermione's outrage.
Lily rolled her eyes. "Harry, seriously, is this something you don't want?"
Harry shook his head. "No, that was just the knee-jerk reaction of caveman Harry, I think. The Grangers seem like fine folks and we should keep all this to as close a circle as possible."
The discussions took off from there, and Dan grew more and more impressed with the thoughtful young man his daughter had picked. He was faintly disappointed; he had wanted to run Hermione's first boyfriend off, but she had skipped all that and gone straight to her keeper, apparently. The girl never had followed the norm.
Dan talked to Harry about quite a few things. He satisfied his curiosity about why Dudley Dursley had stopped his activities a fortnight after Hogwarts classes began. Harry's forthright admission that he had used the trunk system to pay Dudley and his gang a visit and remind them that he was only a girl's request away was exactly--well, close, anyway, to what Dan ad thought had happened.
Harry's opinion that the magical world was full of megalomaniacs and eccentrics that walked around armed concerned Dan, but the discussions with James that followed that opinion eased his mind somewhat.
While Harry and Hermione were introducing their parents the other girls were finishing prepping orders for Daphne. "Daphne, we made a hundred Galleons profit this week. What are we doing with this money?" Tracey asked.
Daphne shrugged. "So far Harry's told me to put it back into the business. You know he isn't-- therefore we aren't--hurting for money."
Susan nodded. "We should save some of it, though, for us to use so we don't have to use his money all the time."
Katherine finally made an appearance out of the master bedroom. "Like he cares." She was immediately mobbed. She smiled and answered most of their questions. Yes she was fine, yes it was great, she didn't know as Harry was her only lover so far but it was still great. No! They had not gone all the way. And on and on.
Finally, toward midnight the girls helped Daphne and the other witches move the pulled orders to their trunks for distribution in the various common rooms and said their goodnights.
In Potter Castle, Dan and Emma got instructions on getting home through the trunk system: climb down, go to the hall, find the door marked "The Grangers" and go through that trunk, then climb up the ladder. Satisfied that they could find their way, they shooed Harry and Hermione back to school.
The two children left, pouting. James looked at Dan. "He really is a good boy." Dan smiled. "It seems so. Hermione picked a good one if she had to go through this."
Lily frowned. "You know, when I was in school there were rumors and legends of this type of thing but the most that ever happened was a couple of witches ganging up on one wizard. Or two witches using two wizards for cover. What could have happened in thirteen years?"
Emma frowned. "Legend? So this has actually happened in the past?"
Dan nodded and directed her to the appropriate place in the stacks to find the references. Emma read for a while and then looked up. "The recent past, too. Covens were common two hundred years ago; apparently the practice fell out of favor in the Victorian age."
Lily snorted. "Dumbledore then, allowing or perhaps encouraging the behaviors present in his father's age--the supposed golden age of wizardry prior to the two world wars and the rise of Dark Lord after Dark Lord."
Dan frowned. "How does one man get so much power?"
James shrugged. "People, exhausted by war, let him have it. He then assumes that it's his to keep forever, forcing us into another cycle of renewing the tree of liberty, as our American cousins like to wax poetic about."
Dan groaned. "Bloody stupid is what this is."
"Dan! But that's true, isn't it?" Emma was frowning. "Hermione's generation will have a fight on their hands."
Lily nodded. "Magical and mundane. Too many things coming together: Dark Lord rising, Communism failing, oil running out, the Ministry being taken over by pure-blood idiots. The poor kids."
Dan rubbed his chin. "So how can we best help them?"
The discussion ranged far and wide and lasted until early in the morning. Dan and Emma would meet Remus the next evening and the discussion would continue.
Harry and Hermione and the coven, meanwhile, got back into the groove of class work and refining their relationship and what they were.
Friday morning after PT and breakfast proved to be a watershed.
Draco Malfoy smirked at Hermione as they waited for the door to the Potions classroom to open. He opened his mouth and his face suddenly vanished. The children squealed in fright and fled. Harry went with them, laughing hysterically on the inside.
Severus Snape met them coming up the stairs. "What is the meaning of this?" Harry looked at the Professor. "Something happened to Mr. Malfoy, sir! His face is gone!" Snape started. "Stay here!"
He strode down the stairs, his robe billowing theatrically behind him. He was back in moments with Draco in his arms. "Go into the classroom. Read the instructions and begin the potion. If you
misbehave in any way you will be scrubbing cauldron bottoms for the rest of the year! Without magic!"
Harry smiled as Snape flapped away with his baby bat. He led the students back to the classroom. Taking a bench in the front row, he sat down and Hermione folded in next to him. They began the potion immediately. As had become the norm, the females in the class, minus Pansy Parkinson, occupied the desks immediately surrounding Harry. Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass took up their normal table right behind Harry and Hermione.
Once they had their potion at a simmer and were waiting for the next stage, Tracey elbowed Daphne, who looked around and under the commotion of the boys' boisterous failures leant forward. "You did that to Malformed of the nine fingers, didn't you, Potter?"
Harry stopped slicing willow bark and turned to look at Daphne and Tracey. He weighed ignoring them and discarded the idea. "Yes."
Tracey sucked in her breath. "How? I was watching you. You never drew your wand."
Harry just smiled and she narrowed her eyes. "You used wandless magic!"
Harry nodded and Tracey hissed, "Tonight, fourth floor, third classroom on the right, west wing."
Hermione turned around with a smile. "Trying to make dates with my fiancé, Davis? That's going to cost you."
Daphne smirked. "Already, Granger? Very nice; all that reading paying off, then?" Hermione blushed and Daphne chuckled.
Hermione was saved by the door banging open and the scuffling Slytherin and Gryffindor boys being fined massive quantities of House points and detentions. Snape had learnt not to favor his House. Seven investigations by the Department of Wizarding Education and the Board of Governors, after anonymous tips with full details, had worn away even the Headmaster's ability to shield him.
He turned his eyes to the front row and looked at Potter sitting quietly amongst the witches, going about his work. What was it about the boy? How was it that he was the center of calm?
Severus probed him gently with Legilimency and found only fierce concentration on the work before the boy. He dared not try active Legilimency; one of the investigations had been about that very thing. It didn't matter anyway. He would find those disturbing perverse images of the Mudblood again, although from behind, that little boy-body she had was enticing. Only from the front did those disgusting growing milkbags appear. Severus shuddered.
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"Fine for you, Granger! He's around you all the time! He'll protect you--we need some help. I don't feel like being a piece of meat for all the upper years in my house to use."
Daphne nodded. "Davis is right, Granger. Slytherins aren't the only ones, either. Bones over there is going to get banged hollow with those tits of hers. They'll make her the Hufflepuff bicycle unless she finds a protector or packs up with the older witches. If she packs up, the upper years in her pack will use her, maybe let their boyfriends use her."
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Harry laughed. "Not if they want to live. You're all mine! Erm...well, I'll protect you, anyway." Daphne smirked. "Let's just go with the two of us--well, me at least--being yours, Harry."
Hermione looked at Lavender and Parvati who, instead of backing her up, shrugged. "The wizards will at least try to pressure us into sex; it's normal."
"It most certainly is not!" Hermione exclaimed.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Ne, why do you think my girls hang with me? 'Cause I hurt the people who try to hurt them. Sure, not all the males in the world are that way, but if there's even one it's too many, and apparently here there are more than one per House. You know we have rufies and GHB in the Muggle world just like they have love potions here. Same stuff, different day. Maybe you haven't seen it yet, but I have. It can happen."
Hermione was spluttering. Harry sighed and turned back to Tracey. "So you want me to train you in wandless magic?"
Tracey nodded. "Meanwhile I want your protection. I'm willing to provide oral sex and possibly full access to my body later. As the books say, a service contract."
Harry blinked. "Uhh...really? Wait--no, that's not what I meant. You don't owe me anything!"
Hermione, instead of attacking him and beating him senseless, was rolling on the ground laughing. "Ne! Help me!"
Susan Bones chuckled. "It was your face, Harry. She'll be with you in a moment. However, you have to receive some sort of service or compensation from us if you take us under your protection. You're already top of all the classes with Hermione so we can either pay you, which means that we must get the money from our families, or we can service you. It's not like we can really help you academically, since you're tutoring us."
Harry stopped his fish impersonation and narrowed his eyes. "So I'll take...uuuh...thirty Galleons a month for you. I'm sure your families can afford that."
Tracey snorted. "What about 'we must get the money' did you miss, Harry? We've decided to go a different way."
Harry was a little mad. "And that makes me better than the misogynistic assholes how, exactly?"
Millicent Bulstrode, who had come along as a witness for Davis and Greengrass, said, "Because they made the offer to you and your fiancée, you didn't take anything from them or make any request. You'll give them some token, generally a ring, so the wizards know they're in agreements with someone, and they're doing it for some service from you so they won't end up bound-- although, Davis, if you agree to oral and then let him shag you in the heat of the moment, you'll be bound. We'll need open-ended contracts that let us do anything.
"They don't have to say what service they're performing. They could be doing your laundry as far as the world is concerned. The contracts are privileged, so unless you both agree to tell what the service is it remains between you and the witch contracted with--uh, and your fiancée, of course."
Harry sat on the floor. Hermione sat down and took him in her arms. While they waited, Lavender looked around. Besides her there were Parvati, Hermione, and Katie Bell from Gryffindor; Hannah Abbot, Megan Jones, and Susan Bones from Hufflepuff; Su Li, Padma Patil, Morag McDougal?, Mandy Brocklehurst, Nymphadora Tonks, and Lisa Turpin from Ravenclaw; and Millicent Bulstrode, Tracey Davis, and Daphne Greengrass from Slytherin.
Harry looked around too. "Why don't you all club up together? I mean, you're what--a seventh year?" Harry was looking at Nymphadora.
She nodded. "Special case, though. Name's Tonks. I'm a Metamorphmagus and the wizards have been after me for years. This year I hear they're going to get together and take me. I can't watch my back all the time. I'll be happy to teach whatever I can and help with any school work. I'll also offer service for you, Harry. At least until I leave school, then we can reevaluate the situation. I intend to go to the Auror academy and might need some minimal coverage there, but if anyone ever found out...well, I don't need to tell you how they would react...."
"This can't be happening. Look, you all club up together and help each other out. I'll teach you as much as I can and give you all rings. We'll make it as painful as possible for the wizards who won't leave you alone. Tonks, you need to bring in a couple more seventh years. I don't need sexual favors."
Tonks grinned. "You have to have us one way or another, Harry, or the rings will just be rings. A hand job every once in a while at least, but we'll have to swallow the sperm or get it in us somehow. If you have us, the rings will magically denote our attachment and that's usually enough to stave off casual interest from a wizard. If we're claimed and a wizard wants us and we don't want him, we can then take action to dissuade him and be augmented by your and our magic. If that doesn't work, you can take action. You'll know when and where any one of us is in trouble--well, as long as we're here in the castle at least, I think, maybe a much wider area depending on us and you. If we aren't, uh, fully claimed then we can't take action, at least not augmented. That's why I want to train you. There's an oath, too, so no one reveals who we are."
Harry rolled his eyes. "So we can't just shake hands, kiss, let me rub one out for you, something else--anything else, really?"
Lisa shook her head. "We could if that formed an attachment for both of us and got your sperm into us, but the best way is probably oral."
"Ne?" "I wasn't planning on a seventh year, Harry. It's fine, though--I trust you."
"Are you crazy? Hermione, it's not that I want to do anything with anyone else, you know that. You were my first. This isn't normal!"
Hermione giggled. "Neither are 'trolls in the dungeon', I guess, but we'll be fine, Harry. What's the worst that could happen? You'd love one of them? Fine. If you're happy and still love me too, it's no problem."
Harry stood and pulled Hermione to her feet. "I can't believe I'm asking, but how do we do this?"
Tracey nodded. "We take the oaths on our lives and magics, sign our contracts, then I take you into that office and the rest of them work out an order they want to go in. After I'm DONE with you I
can share the sperm with them, and you teach us wandless magic. We meet as often as we can until we all have the wandless magic thing down. Then we'll decide how often we need to meet." She didn't want to mention the trunks and using them until the oaths were given and taken.
Harry leant against the wall and Hermione sorted out the oath with advice from them all. In an amazingly short time Harry found himself sworn, dragged into the office, and Tracey fastened inexpertly to him.
"Tracey, easy, slow. Take your time and explore. I won't last long anyway--well, not if what happened with Ne and Katherine is any guide."
Tracey nodded and backed off. She examined Harry in minute detail, licking and kissing her way up and down. Harry pulled her up for a kiss and a look at her. When she finally returned to his cock and tentatively took him in her mouth again, Harry looked into her eyes, smiled, moaned, and thrust a little with his hips. Tracey grinned and pushed herself down, all the while moving her tongue.
Harry gently held her head and tried to pull her away when, as predicted, his third experience with oral sex pushed him over the edge quickly. Tracey wasn't having it and clamped down with her teeth--not too hard, but enough to stop Harry--and he came in her mouth.
Tracey smiled at the slightly salty taste and swallowed some. That wasn't nearly as bad as some of the older witches said! She gently sucked and pulled on Harry, taking every last drop of him. Her belly warmed and she found herself very wet.
Harry pulled her up, kissed her, much to her shock, and pushed her onto the desk he had been sitting on. He spread her legs, flipped her skirt up, and buried his face in her folds. Tracey could only curl up around his head and groan delightedly around the mouthful of sperm she was holding as he ripped a vicious orgasm from her.
Harry held her through her aftershocks and then kissed her closed lips. Tracey shook her head, ran out of the room for a moment, and then returned. She reinitiated the kiss with her mouth now empty. Tracey tasted herself on him and, desperate for more, opened her mouth and went looking with her tongue.
Harry sneaked a hand down to her sex and she stopped him. "Just oral for now, Harry. I really shouldn't kiss you even."
Harry nodded and Tracey pulled herself together and hopped off the desk. She led him back to the classroom, both of them wearing huge grins.
Hermione smiled at Harry. "We drew straws. Dora goes at the end of class." "Dora?" Harry was confused. "Tonks. Now, how do you do wandless magic? What can you do?"
Harry smiled at Hermione and explained how he had found himself to be magical at four years old and how it had developed by the age of seven to the point where he could consciously control it. Then he went on to explain his cousin and how the first intentional magic Harry had DONE was to knock him away from a girl at the playground in their neighborhood. As Harry talked and demonstrated, the witches codified his magic, starting with his wandless Banishing Hex.
By the end of the night Hermione and Daphne had managed to banish a chair a few feet away. Nym (Harry said Dora was for when Tonks was older) had taught them quite a few wanded spells and hexes.
An hour before curfew Hermione sent "Nym" and Harry into the office. Harry got his first chance to inspect a nearly nude older girl, and he used it well. Or so he thought, at least until Nym grew her breasts even as he was looking at them. "Is this the real you, Nym?"
Nym's breath caught. "Uh, well, no."
"Could we do this with the real you?"
Nym blushed and morphed. She looked at Harry and smiled. He was obviously fascinated with her small, high, hard breasts and their slightly upturned pale pink nipples, nipples that reddened as they hardened painfully under his attention. "Harry, sit on the desk."
Harry stepped back and sat on the edge of the desk and Nym knelt before him. She took him out and was amazed. He was easily seven inches, and an inch and a half across. She had thought a first year wouldn't have grown into it yet. Harry blushed and she felt it. Nym smiled and took him in her mouth as she had seen described in the trashy romances and heard some of the witches talk about.
He was warm and smooth and softly hard on her tongue; it was amazing. Oh gods, he tasted good too.
Harry was in heaven but he didn't intend to wait this time and pulled Nym up and around as he slid back on the desk. She ended up astride his face, as he had planned, and he pulled her panties to the side and leant up into her.
Nym moaned around her mouthful and lost her place. She struggled for a minute and they regained a rhythm matching his. They came quickly, together and hard. Nym never stopped sucking and Harry went back to work. The second orgasm took a while. His, anyway. Her second bled into her third through sixth.
Nym finally swallowed the second mouthful, sat up, and popped her jaw. She looked down and realized just exactly where she was sitting and hopped up, apologizing.
Harry laughed, sat up, and kissed her firmly. "Thank you, Nym!" "Ha! Thank you, you little demon."
Harry smoothed his clothes and looked in the desk drawers. He found a long piece of silver wire and concentrated on it. Nym watched in amazement as three plain rings formed in his hand.
Harry coiled the length of wire and stuffed it into his pocket. Then he dragged Nym back into the classroom, where he put the rings on Hermione, Tracey, and Nym. The rings glowed for an instant and changed into Celtic knotworks. Nym shared kisses with all the girls and then the girls all went their separate ways, misty-eyed. Hermione dragged Harry back to the Gryffindor tower and they met at Camelot.
Hermione couldn't wait and pushed Harry onto a love seat, Vanished his clothes, and took him in her mouth in front of all the other girls.
Eliza cracked, "That must have been an interesting meeting."
Emma shook her head and waited until Hermione finished Harry. "Hermione, go to a room. Your parents and Remus just show up here, you know that."
Hermione nodded and dragged Harry and a beaming Ella away. Susan sighed. "Good thing we all signed those contracts. Oh, Eliza, this is Tonks's. Harry needs to get her a trunk."