Chapter Seventeen
Round about the cauldron go
On the morning of the twenty second of December Neville rose and looked out the window. Snow still blanketed the grounds from the earlier blizzard and the forest and lake sparkled and gleamed in the rising sun. Neville watched for a moment and then shivered; too cold for PT out there. Hmmm. Oh, the map--he could find a classroom. Wait, he could go to Camelot and use the workout room. Harry wouldn't mind.
Neville closed and warded his bed curtains, opened his trunk, and climbed down inside. Ron's snoring was soon echoing round the now empty room.
Neville arrived in the hall of doors and went through to Camelot. Whistling a jaunty air, he opened the door to the workout room and his whistle went shrill and then died on his frozen lips. A veritable garden of derrières, well shaped and covered in skintight red spandex bike pants, waved at him. Christine Mulligan, one of the Squib girls, waved and smiled at Neville from her position on a raised dais at the front of the room. "And clench, one, two, three, release and clench one...."
Neville put his hand over his heart as the butts did as instructed to a booming bass beat. He never even felt the hand in his collar drag him from the room. Harry grinned like a monkey. "That's why I do PT in this room, Nev: too distracting, that. Heartstopping, isn't it?"
"Harry! Harry, did you see them?"
Harry studied Neville for a moment, hand still over heart, eyes round, pupils dilated. He smirked evilly. "Yes, I did. Ginny was looking especially fine. Nice choice there, mate."
"Ginny! Ginny was in there? Hey, wait a minute, how do you know?" Harry grinned. "So--want to duel a little?" H
In the ladies' gym the girls broke up in giggles as soon as Neville was hauled away. Ginny pouted. "Oh yes, so funny torturing my Neville!" She couldn't hold it, though, and broke up laughing. He had looked so cute even upside down between her legs like that. Hmm, possibilities for later. Ginny caught herself and blushed and the others laughed. Ginny was glad her mother wasn't there. Hey! Wait a minute--why wasn't her mother there?
The wards had tripped, warning Harry that Neville was in the hall of doors, and Susan had come up with this in seconds. They were, after all, in their Camelot workout clothes, bike pants and sports bras, and getting ready for aerobics.
They watched through the one-way transparency-charmed wall as Harry talked to Neville for a moment, then the two boys began their stretches. It wasn't that the girls would have minded Neville, but he would have been distracted. There were acres of toned, taut, tanned female flesh on
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display. Including the mothers. They liked the freedom of this girl-only time for exercise.
Susan looked at her aunt, her prematurely grey aunt now that her platinum blond hair had lost the last of its color with the smoking hot prime-of-life-haven't-had-children-yet body gained and maintained through years of hard training. Susan smiled; it was great to be a witch. Aunt Amelia looked like she was maybe thirty, really late twenties with a hair color charm and without that monocle. "You can if you want to. Do Harry, I mean. He would love to, for some reason we can't discover. You should be proud; you're a serious temptation for him."
Amelia sighed. "Please, Susan, don't tempt me like that. Give it a few year, then I'll see if our lord is still interested in me. The scandal if it got out would take me right out of the DMLE, and I can serve him best there for now."
Susan giggled. "And later he'll be very happy to reward you for years of service."
Amelia slipped. "Morgana, I hope so, otherwise all this grunting and thrusting for all these years has been for naught. He's the only wizard who's ever made me w--uh, never mind."
The giggles turned to laughter as Amelia Bones blushed for the first time in memory.
Narcissa smirked in the back row. Amelia would find out just how "worth it" it really was someday. Guaranteed, she would be back for more. It was in fact the best sex ever. That he cared for you was even over and above that, or maybe was what made it so good. She desperately wanted her bonding to improve; she was just getting a mental taste of him now, but Melba said she would probably get all of him soon and then she could find out what really made him happy and do it to or for him as he did them. Narcissa's eyes glowed an odd icy blue.
Emma, wearing a Lily brooch, sidled up to Melba Jones. Melba eyed her and chuckled. "Yes, your daughter is a little dominatrix. A fairly good one, too, if her dominating Narcissa M--erm, Black-- is any indicator. Yes, it is partially driven by her need to be the dominant female, and the Potter magic helps her. It had to come from her, though, at least most of it. They seem happy; don't worry about it."
Emma blinked. "Uh, that wasn't the question. The apple didn't fall that far from the tree after all. Dan has enjoyed several of my adventures with some of my girlfriends. I understand that completely. What I don't understand is this thing with Ginevra."
Lily nodded. "Me either."
Alice Longbottom joined in nodding from a row behind them.
Melba looked thoughtful. "Neville is a vassal, both familial and personally. The Weasleys have an ancient vassal bond but the parents are personally sworn to Dumbledore. Harry won't take Ginny. I doubt he would even play with her with her consent. Hermione, however, is busily turning her to Neville, or was. What we didn't realize was that Ginny has been trained to be the--or a--wife of the Boy Who Lived, Neville in this case as Harry was hidden. I think it will all work out. I wonder if the girl has discussed her interest in Neville with her mother? If he contracts her, Harry and Hermione will have to bring the parents in or exclude Neville and Ginny. Or maybe the parents if Ginny and Neville are sworn to him and he decides to give her to Neville."
Alice frowned. "I'll try to find out. So what was that on the train yesterday?"
Melba shrugged. "Two dominant females fighting it out, and one of them made a mistake. Ginny got caught in the wash from Harry and Luna just as Hermione said. I would trust Hermione's judgment in this. She can, after all, read the girl through skin contact now."
The discussion continued quietly amongst the mums.
Ginny looked over at the group of them and blushed. Hermione looked at her and chuckled. "You're fine. We talked about this; you made a tactical error."
Su snorted. "Tactile, you mean." She got a look from Hermione and grinned impudently. It had been a while since she was on the cross; she was feeling slightly neglected. A small whipping followed by a belly full of Harry would be good later.
Hermione shook her head. "Later, needy thing. Ginny, so you got a monster orgasm for free, or several orgasms. It's like a fantasy: just keep it and remember it. You know Harry won't touch you physically and Neville will know you know when you're in each other's heads if it ever happens for you. He'll also know you're committed to him. So relax and let it go. I'll handle the mothers. Have you spoken to your mother about Neville?"
The girls looked puzzled for a moment as they ran that whole thing through their heads, but Ginny got it and smiled. "Thanks, Ne." She leaned over and forced Hermione to the mat and kissed her thoroughly. "Mum always told me Neville was the one for me; she'll be very happy if I'm with him."
Hermione fought her off. "Off, crazy cow!"
Christine looked over from her dais. "Well, if you all have all this energy." She reached down and the music changed track and picked up tempo. The girls and women groaned and then grinned. It was actually fun when it was tough.
H The fathers and brothers filtered into Harry's room and everyone got back to their exercises. Afterward, during cool-down, Harry looked at Neville. "So how's the Polyjuice potion coming?" Neville shrugged. "It's a little off. Weasley was watching it after he turned on me. I think it will be
fine, though."
"Don't use it if you aren't sure, Neville. Oh, and I'll take the Cloak and watch over you two when you do use it, so let me know. I wish you'd reconsider. I don't know why you're working with Ron anyway."
Neville looked at Harry. "Future brother-in-law. Percy is a lost cause, but I can save Ron." George looked at Fred, then said, "Future brother-in-law, eh?" Fred took over. "Here's your warning, then." George continued, "Since Dad isn't here."
Neville nodded and cut them off. "Yes, yes, hurt her and die." The dads laughed at the twins'
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pouting. Neville continued, "I'd rather hurt myself. You Weasleys can rest easy."
Harry laughed. "Hey Nev, we're going through to some of the other properties. The girls want to work on their tans. We'll leave a note on the door of the one we're using so you can find Ginny." He looked at the twins speculatively. "Never mind. I'll charm the door; you'll know which one."
Neville grinned, he twins pouted some more, and the dads laughed. H
Neville made it back to the school after a few minutes with Ginny and was just stepping out of the shower when Ron stumbled into the bathroom. Neville grinned and went to get dressed. Ron managed a quick morning routine as he recovered from the wet dreams over every one of the claimed witches in his year. What the hell was wrong with him? They were claimed, what was wrong with the others? Hey wait, what was wrong with the others? He could do them all in his dreams! Thank Merlin the wand had actually managed that Scourgify. Now this could be good. He left the bathroom and they left the room to stop Ron's growling stomach. "You've a badger in there, mate."
Ron blushed. "Sorry."
After breakfast--full English for Ron, fruit and fish for Neville--the two went exploring about the castle as they talked, laughed, and joked.
Dumbledore watched, still slightly disgruntled. Longbottom was entirely too forgiving. He would have to talk to young Neville, get him turned toward Draco, who was coming along nicely.
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That evening Neville begged off from Ron and went to bed early. Of course he didn't really go to bed; he climbed into his trunk and found the door Harry had charmed. It wasn't obvious, but Neville knew it was the one. He entered and climbed out of the trunk into a large open space facing a green lawn that segued to a white sand beach leading to a turquoise sea. Neville smiled and walked to the beach. Just as he stepped off the grass he realized all the women there were topless and he tripped, apparently over the sand, and went face-down in it. Ginny raced over and helped him up and Neville had no idea what to do with his eyes. He settled for staring determinedly into the eyes of Ginny or whichever female spoke to him. He did wonder at Ginny's slightly disappointed look, but only for an instant. He was handed trunks by his topless mother and shooed off to a cabana to change and then returned.
Ginny rubbed him down with some kind of potion, nearly causing an embarrassing incident. Harry finally rescued him and they went swimming.
Ginny folded up Indian-style near Hermione. "He hardly looked, Hermione!"
Hermione sighed. "And he didn't look at the rest of us at all if he could avoid it, Ginny. Give him a day or two. Then he won't even think it's odd any more and will look all he wants."
Ginny nodded uncertainly. Hermione sighed.
Gwenog and the unattached Harpies, who came through the Jones trunk, got a game of beach volleyball going and soon everyone had relaxed again. Well, except for Harry. The Harpies were
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working their plan hard now that Leyland had appeared. Harry was weakening. Hermione and the Coven were watching, very amused. Not least the inner circle, who got to listen to Harry's inner pirate prattle on about the Harpies. They were rather spectacular; Gwenog was toned, tanned, hard- muscled, long-limbed, and big-chested. Those bouncing breasts could hypnotize you if you watched them too long. How did she get them to bounce in those short strokes like that? They must be tight as a haggis. Gwenog didn't know what she was wishing for; she was going to be a sacrifice to a volcano of lust soon and her teammates were going to be right behind her. Meanwhile the Coven reaped huge rewards from the Harpies' hard work. Having Harry drag you under the waves, install some weird Bubble-Head?, and shag you in the near weightlessness of the undersea world was a new and very different, fun experience.
Ginny was very pleased to catch Neville looking quite a lot in the days to come. At the other women too, but he always came back to rest his eyes on her. That was immensely gratifying. So were the snogging sessions in the edge of the surf. Lavender was right: dry-humping was fabulous, better than your own fingers could ever do.
After a few hours in the sun everyone packed up and headed back home. This would become a routine around the social engagements. The island was actually a warded Potter property in the Caribbean. The Potter elves had placed the trunk and Harry and Hermione had found it last summer. The native witches and girls going topless had tipped the Coven to the habit, and Emma following right along had made it a semi-challenge. It was hugely liberating unless you were a son, father, or mate and didn't know quite what to do with your eyes. Fortunately they all got over it fairly quickly, even the twins. Angelina and Alicia noticed and nodded. Those two were coming along quite nicely.
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On the twenty-third of December at lunch Dumbledore sat at the head table looking out at all the students who remained for Christmas sharing a table. It was time to talk to Neville. He rose and made his way to the students. "Mr Longbottom, could I speak with you?"
Neville, still energized from PT and a few stolen moments with Ginny, bounced to his feet. "Certainly, Professor."
H An hour later a stunned Neville left the Headmaster's office. Ron was waiting for him. "So, mate?" Neville very nearly sneered. "He trusts I'm not the Heir. He trusts! You know, sometimes...." Ron nodded. "Not very with-it for the most powerful wizard in the world. I mean, really, I knew
you weren't the Heir." Neville just looked at Ron, who had the decency to flush slightly. Ron continued, "So what else?"
Neville shrugged. "He told me about the first time the Chamber was opened. Essentially the same story Binns told. Oh, and Fawkes, his Phoenix, burned. That was weird. Whoosh, big flame, pile of ash and then this really ugly little bird comes up out of the ash. Cool but weird."
Ron was looking at him wide-eyed. Neville grinned. "Let's check the potion." Ron snapped back to reality. "Uh, you go ahead, mate. That Myrtle creeps me out and I've got a chess tournament lined up with the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs."
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Neville nodded and thought, For which I will no doubt owe the Coven a large debt. "Okay, see you at dinner then?"
Ron looked a little flustered. "They said something about playing until it's finished and the elves delivering food. I'll see you tomorrow."
Neville smiled. "No worries, mate."
Ron turned and left and Neville maintained his walking pace until Ron was out of sight. He then ran to Myrtle's bathroom and threw the trunk on the floor after glancing at the potion. He flipped the lid open and dove down the ladder. Myrtle followed along. Neville found the door to the island and went through, with Myrtle ghosting along silently behind him as he ran for the beach.
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Myrtle followed some sounds deeper into the house and found Harry with Hermione tied to a bed, lashing her semi-gently as he shagged her doggy style. Harry blinked and the lash froze in midstroke. "Myrtle?"
"Harry? Oh, very nice, Harry. Do you mind?"
"Uh, well, uh--" Harry appeared to think a moment, then smirked. "Hermione, let Myrtle have your body until I say otherwise."
Hermione nodded. She was biting her lip to keep from screaming as Harry swelled in her. Hermione found herself pushed aside in her own body and Myrtle took over. Myrtle was just settling in when the lash fell and Harry thrust hard. Myrtle squealed and came. She then got completely dominated in every way and Harry used her hard. Harry ordered Myrtle out and the ghost flowed out of Hermione, who then had some serious "wild magic" healing applied and was gently held down while she was made love to. Myrtle couldn't speak and Hermione could barely form coherent thoughts. "Suggestions" my bottom! was one of them. The other was how thrilling it had been to be held captive in her body while Harry used it to please another woman. Gods, she was a pervert! Who cared, though? Cho wasn't having that fun again. Myrtle was hers!
The inner circle had had to retreat to the house and a bedroom. Nym was ever so grateful she wasn't at work for this. She would have had to leave. Myrtle loving to be dominated, and Hermione discovering she like to be confined and forced while Harry was in a mood and all three of them coming in the bond so hard and so often was just too much for public consumption. Especially when she started to come uncontrollably. It was just as well they liked each other and could feed some orgasms back to the others; really, if you didn't like your sister bonded, licking them to orgasm would be difficult. Of course, being able to move would be nice, but whatever; them having collapsed in this daisy chain was sufficient.
Emma, wearing Lily's brooch, found Harry and Hermione an hour or so later, Harry still in Hermione and Myrtle poking out of the couple in odd places where she had crawled onto them and drifted down into them. Myrtles face was visible in Hermione's ribcage.
Lily laughed; the room was destroyed. Emma shook her head. "Well that's me beat--a threesome with a ghost. I don't know whether to be proud or terrified."
Lily chuckled. "Let's let them sleep this one off."
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Emma nodded. "I wonder what happened? They were using the Chang girl for Myrtle."
Lily laughed now. "I wonder how Myrtle got here. She shouldn't be able to travel so far from where she haunts."
"We'll ask about it later, Lily."
Narcissa smiled, left Leyland with Constance Lipardi, one of the Squibs, and brought a few of the witches to clean up and ensure the master and his witches were comfortable. She had felt him shagging the mistress completely to pieces.
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On the beach, or rather out past the breakers, Ginny was grinning like a maniac with her legs wrapped around Neville's trunk and her vulva firmly pressed to his hard cock. Lavender was so right! Oh, if she wriggled just right these bottoms would move over and she would be home, dry and stuffed full of cock. Uhhngh. "Aiiiee! Mrs Longbottom!"
Alice smiled at her. "Sign this, dear."
Ginny went cold and her lip trembled. "I don't want to be in his service, ma'am. I want to be his and he mine."
Alice looked at her, "You've known Harry and the witches a full semester now, dear. If that's going to happen it will happen. This protects you as much as Neville."
Neville stood like a tree trunk, resisting the surge of the waves. "I'm not going anywhere, Ginny. I think you should sign. Like Harry and his women, I won't do anything you don't want me to."
Ginny pulled herself up and kissed Neville. She took the document, read it quickly, put it on his chest above the water, and signed with the ugly black quill. Neville very sweetly kissed the back of her hand where her name appeared and the pain faded immediately. Alice smiled. "Remember to tell your mother, Ginevra." She turned and a huge splash went up as the water rushed into where she had been standing. Ginny hugged Neville and rested her head on his chest. Neville hugged her back and put his chin on top of her head. The waves gently rubbed them together and they got lost in it.
That night in Potter Castle after the latest social event where Neville had had sixteen glamours thrown on him when Dumbledore showed up, the extended Coven, adults included, worked on how Myrtle could be here with them. Myrtle shrugged. "I don't know, Padma. It feels like Hogwarts to me."
Lisa rolled her eyes. "It's the trunks, I'm telling you. Those doors are really portals and so they connect the spaces. That's why Dumbledore doesn't worry about us and has never caught us out of the school. The portals are fooling the charms or wards into thinking we're just on the other side of them and they're physically located in our dorms. Halloween and a few other days each year are the only days ghost can venture far afield from their haunts. Remember Sir Nicholas's deathday party and the Headless Huntsmen?"
Harry snorted. "I try not to, actually, although the afters were fun. As for charms or wards, that's if he even has them in place."
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Hermione turned and looked at Harry. "So I wasn't the only one who got their brains shagged out, then?"
The Coven snickered. Harry looked puzzled. "What?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Sometimes, Harry! Really, why are you acting a boy all of a sudden? You have access to the wards and the castle itself. Go check."
Harry looked surprised for a moment. "Uh, right. Sorry." He smirked. "Thinking of something else, I guess." He was, too. He was remembering that last orgasm of his and hers. Hermione had passed out for a moment. Hermione blushed very prettily and Harry lost focus for a moment.
He snapped back shortly. "It's not a ward. It's Hogwarts. She knows who's there and who isn't. The portals in the trunks did fool her for a while but now she works around it. She doesn't or didn't tell Dumbledore the work-around, though, so he thinks we're there like she used to."
Lisa frowned. "So do we or do we not have to go through with putting your trunk at the Dursleys'?"
Frank Longbottom snapped his fingers. "Tracking spell on your trunk, Harry. That's why he didn't notice. Have you ever seen all those doodads in his office? Those are tied to tracking spells, I would bet."
Harry shrugged. "Never been to his office--well, only the once, and he was keeping me BUSY by threatening Nym."
Frank nodded. "I'll teach you all the detection spells." H
The twenty-fourth dawned bright and clear. Neville used the detection charms his father had taught them the previous night and Harry's trunk showed three bright dots. Neville's showed the same. Neville sighed. Now the girls would have to check theirs and Dad was going to hit the ceiling. Christmas Eve, too. Bog-headed Dumbledore. Wait--three dots? Hmmm, how did Harry say to do that scan thing? Okay, there it is, and just in time. "Finite! Morning, Ron."
"Grrggh."
Neville shook his head and watched as Ron stumbled to the bathroom. On a whim he hit Ron's trunk with the detection and scanning spell: just one dot. Then he hit random objects round the room. All of them but the trunks came back clean.
Ron came from the bathroom, managed to dress, and then waved at Neville to come on. Neville followed in awe as Ron's stomach led them to the Great Hall while Ron slept. Neville shook his head again when Ron began shoveling whatever was in front of him into his mouth. Neville let him eat until he was finished and then sat back and got ready. "So how was the chess, then?"
Neville ducked as Ron sprayed, "Great!" at him. Neville stood and backed away. "Really, Ron, some table manners, please." Ron closed his mouth and swallowed what had to be a small pig. His neck looked like one of those
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anacondas with a javelina on the Discovery Channel Neville liked to watch in Camelot or Potter Castle. Neville winced. "Sorry, Nev. Chess was great. I won, of course, but some great games."
Neville smiled. "So what do you want to do today?"
Ron looked a little sheepish and leaned close. "Check the potion and nap, if you don't mind. Then tonight if it's ready we can get some hairs. I've thought of a way."
Neville nodded. "Okay, Ron," he said, while thinking, Yes, a nap is just what you need and I'll be seeing to your sister--well, not seeing to but seeing. Maybe seeing to, hehehe.
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Chapter 23
Ginny, meanwhile, had leapt up, run to Camelot for PT, and now had Hermione trapped on Harry's bed. "So how do I do this again?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. Lavender sighed and reached into her bag. She came out with a stick-on and stuck it right over her clitoris. "Come here, Ginny." Lavender stood and motioned Ginny over.
Harry watched with one eye. "Lie down or sit down, Lav. If she does this to Neville with him standing up his legs will collapse and he'll crack his skull. If you teach her to do it like you all do, that is."
Lavender beamed at Harry, nodded, and backed into a wingback by the fireplace. Ginny pursued the bobbing stick-on with a determined look. Daphne gave commentary in the bond. Determined little thing. Think she realizes that's a model of you, Harry?
No, and don't tell her. If she can get that down she can do Neville easy. Luna? Yes, Hermione?
Harry got distracted as Luna being in the bond suddenly occupied a lot of their time. Turned out she was touching Susan and could access the bond that way, but otherwise only got some thoughts that were driven by high emotions. Still, that was very fast. When he next looked Ginny was three quarters of the way down Lav's stick-on and bobbing in short strokes. Harry flexed his PC muscles and a very svelte brunette Mandy Brocklehurst smiled down at him. "Like that, Harry? The redhead or those short strokes?" She rose until he was just barely in her and then short-stroked about four inches of him in and out of her. Mandy was as muscular as the others and Harry loved watching the long belly muscles flex under her skin. Lighter busted than Susan, Lavender, and Hermione, she was still very well developed for a second year, well past the the norm. Hell, well past the top of the scale in physical and mental development, not to mention magical ability. Harry smiled. He loved that his magic or their combined magics made the girls all they possibly could be.
Padma laughed. Yes, well, we like that too. Now pay attention to Mandy.
Lav almost outlasted Harry but soon grabbed Ginny's head and held her in place as the stick-on filled her mouth and throat with Harry's come, or the magical equivalent of it, as Lav grunted out an orgasm from the stick-on transferring the stimulation to her clitoris. Harry groaned, yanked Mandy down, and filled her as she collapsed, clenching on him as her legs wrapped round his trunk and she pulled him to her and bit down not too gently on his shoulder to muffle her scream. Ginny swallowed desperately and got it all. She opened her mouth and that same warm musky smell from Luna on the train filled her nostrils and she came. When she stopped she looked at the stick-on and realized who it was modeled on. She smiled brightly.
Hermione groaned. You could just see Ginny thinking she could have both Boys Who Lived this way.
Susan sighed. Greedy little witch. Let her have her little Fantasy, Hermione. We can break her of it later if she doesn't snap out of it. Or you can beat her and Harry can full-on take her. That will put
paid to her little romantic dreams of Harry.
Padma nodded. I expect more from her in study group. She made that cognitive leap very quickly and with very little data.
Hermione nodded. And this was her last training session, too. Now she gets to practice discovery learning with her master like we did.
Harry closed his eyes and groaned; this would only be trouble later. Nothing was going to make him too unhappy, though. Mandy was clamped on him like a warm, wet velvet vise.
Neville entered Camelot and found most everyone in the sitting room a little later. His face fell. "No beach?"
Harry laughed. "Sure, Nev, but we were kind of waiting on your results. You do know most of the women there are claimed, right?"
"Oh yeah, sure, Harry. Well, except for Ginny. Well, she's claimed too--uh, well, you know." Neville held out his wand as he blushed and the scans transferred themselves to a signature reading device that the pixie-like Squib Joan Sterns stuck on the end of it. Neville wasn't really paying attention as Ginny seemed to be concentrating on the tonsil exam she was giving him.
Joan read the device. "Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, and Charles Hayden? Who is Charles Hayden?"
Ella Caldwell supplied, "The owner of the shop where the trunks were built. It's probably a charm to make him able to find the trunks. They did say they recovered lost high-end trunks if asked."
Eliza nodded. "But why Dumbledore and his pet?"
Daphne frowned. "Snape apparently wasn't as domesticated as Dumbledore thought. I bet we find those Snape tracking charms on all the first-borns' trunks too. You know, there haven't been as many first-borns as Padma thinks there should have been in accordance with Mendleson."
Hermione frowned. "Mendel."
Harry grimaced. "We'll have to check when we get back to school. So the Castle and then the beach?" He looked around, but Neville was gone. "Hey, where'd Neville go?"
Hermione smiled and led Harry out. "Never mind, Harry." "Oh. OH!" "Boys!" Neville arrived on the beach later with a goofy grin and smirking girlfriend. Harry laughed.
Ginny dropped Neville off with him and went to find Hermione whose How did I get to be her confidant and chief trainer? rang round the bond to a chorus of snickers. Harry took Leyland from Cissy and he, Leyland, and Neville walked into the ocean. The three boys spent the next twenty or so minutes with Harry Bubble-Heads? installed, exploring the shallows near the beach. Leyland loved it. When they surfaced Neville looked at Harry. "Uh, how do you get your sigils, Harry?"
Harry smiled. "Ginny, then?"
Neville blushed and nodded. Harry chuckled. "I know her brothers told you, but I like her, Nev. No idea why, and apparently Hermione is going to be all long-suffering about it, but there it is. Don't do anything to make me not like you, okay?"
"Now sigils, I make mine. I take a piece of silver wire, concentrate on a mark for them, and it appears when I release the magic on the wire. I found the wire." Harry summoned the wire and showed it to Neville.
Neville looked at the coil and rubbed his head. "Well, that's right out for me then. That's not silver, Harry, it's too white. I bet it's mithril. I think the mundane call it plotimum and as such it's impervious to magic. Well, normal magic. Apparently you and high elves are beyond that restriction."
Harry frowned. "Platinum. I'm sure it's silver, Nev."
Neville smiled. "Has Remus shaken hands or handed the girls from their seats with the girls wearing those sigils?"
"Yes, Nev, of course he has...oh, I see." Neville nodded. "Not silver, then."
Harry rubbed his had through his hair and caught the escaping Leyland under water with a foot and steered him back in toward the beach. "Gold, then?"
Neville shrugged. "I'll try it. Hard to get it to take a charm, though. It can be DONE by us mere mortals, at least."
Harry raised a brow. Neville laughed. "Wait, wait, don't tell me you've been conjuring or finding gold and doing things with it?"
Harry flushed and herded Leyland, now playing "escape from daddy", some more. "Just concentrate on what you want, Neville, and release the magic like the wandless magic."
Neville smiled and nodded his head. "Harry, I have to go back soon and after the noon feast tomorrow Ron wants to do the Polyjuice thing."
Harry nodded. "All right, Nev. I'll be there."
Neville walked up on the beach, leaving Harry to disappear under the waves, and Frank met him. "You might want this, son." He passed Neville a plain gold ring.
Neville smiled at his father. "Yes, thanks Dad!"
Frank nodded gravely. "Big step, son. Be mindful that our liege cares for her, and the Matriarch is apparently her confidant."
Neville nodded. "He already left one of those open-ended Harry statements to that effect with me, Dad. Ginny is apparently adopting Hermione and the Coven as big sisters or something. It's a little
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Ginny was positively glowing. "Hermione, it's so much better than the stick-on! He's a little smaller and I can take him all like Luna does Harry. And he pulses! I can feel his heartbeat in my mouth! Oh gods, he taste so good, too! Harry makes me come if I smell him but Neville keeps me coming the whole time! Well, the whole time I have his come in my mouth. It's so warm in my belly too, like porridge. I can't wait to get him in me." Ginny paused, looked at Hermione, and blushed. "Not that he's better than Harry."
Hermione rolled her eyes, then laughed ruefully. "A little too much information there, Ginny, but he'd better be, at least for you. So, contracted?"
Ginny frowned and nodded. "Alice made me."
Hermione smiled and hugged the other girl. "Don't worry. If it was meant to happen it will. Be glad you have witches looking out for you. Imagine--if Harry had turned out to be more Bilius-like, I'd be stuck with him. You have time; go slow."
Ginny nodded. "I have to get you to show me how to shag, too."
Hermione flopped onto her back. "Ginny, you've watched Harry shag Pansy and Mandy."
"I was a little distracted, Hermione."
"You just want to watch Harry."
Ginny smirked. "Well, he is good looking and he does have that huge magical cock."
"Slag."
"Yes, mistress. Oh, that's something else you have to teach me. I might need it for any other witches Neville wants."
"SLOW, S-L-O-W?, means not fast, Ginny. Read a book, rent a porno from Daphne. Steal your brothers' pornos or magazines. I'm sure their mattresses rest on piles of Playwizards."
"Neeeeee!" "Oh, hell no!"
The wrestling and squealing began immediately. Hermione nearly forgot herself when she had Ginny in a headlock between her thighs. She pulled the younger witch in tight and got nipped on her sex. She released Ginny quickly and Ginny turned sparkling eyes on her. "That too. I'll need to know how to teach the others Neville needs to take."
Hermione blushed crimson. Ginny laughed and towed her into the surf. The inner circle of the Potter bond shook their heads; why was Hermione a pushover for Ginny? They joined them, followed by the other girls. Hermione floated and sighed. "Ginny, I know this is all exciting and new, but you have to slow down. Harry and I are bonded, as are some of the others. That should have taken years. It may with you. You won't be able to just read girls. You'll have to go slow and
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talk to them. I really can't teach you those skills, as I never really had girlfriends before I bonded." Ginny frowned. "Years?" Hermione nodded. "If at all. Talk to Melba Jones, Ginny." The girls talked some more while they floated or swam gently.
Harry sat at the high tide mark, building Leyland a sandcastle with wandless magic. Narcissa watched intently. Leyland imitated his father and Narcissa could feel the magic stirring from Leyland, unfocussed as yet but it was definitely there. Leyland would be a prodigy like his father. Lily could tell so many stories of Harry and that massively powerful accidental magic of his. Now, looking at it and hearing those stories from Lily, James, Sirius, and Remus, Narcissa wasn't so sure it was accidental. What could have been if the boy had been encouraged? Her satisfied smile dazzled Harry.
Emma looked down at Lily in her brooch. Lily shrugged. "They seem to be having fun. No question they love learning. The SSWA are making money hand over fist, even for the Weasley twins now. Narcissa has great ambitions for Leyland but they're all legitimate, not evil, mother kinds of ambitions. What are you going to do?"
Emma laughed. "Watch and pick up the pieces if it all comes crashing down. You know what the Harpies are planning, right?"
Lily nodded. "We'll see if Hermione lets them." Emma snorted. "Like she'd turn down a chance to prove her dominance." H
The morning of the twenty-fifth of December Harry awoke to a familiar sensation in an unfamiliar room. He was buried in someone's hmmm, oh my, mouth. Someone with a very talented tongue. Harry lifted his head to find Hermione sitting on his chest with a Time-Turner? in her hand. She smiled. "Merry Christmas, Harry!" And released the Time-Turner?.
When the world stopped, Hermione got off and Harry found himself looking into Gwenog's face. Gwenog looked Harry right in the eye and slid down him a good six inches where she rolled her head side to side. Harry grunted and Gwenog took the first rope in her mouth and the second in her belly after a very fast maneuver and a shocking little pain as she was completely filled. The room filled with clapping and Daphne looked down at Harry. "Open up, baby."
Harry opened his mouth and Daphne poured three potions in. "Stamina, nutrient, and strength, Harry."
Hermione leant down and kissed him. "Now show her why she really wanted this, Harry."
Gwenog squealed as she was spun under Harry and her ankles were pushed up and placed on his shoulders. She grunted when he hit bottom in her and then groaned as he expanded his girth, filling her completely. Gwenog nearly screamed as what felt like a tree dragged out of her, touching every spot in her with bumps and ridges, and then was pushed slowly, inexorably back into her. She was coming by the time Harry hit bottom again. The other Harpies watched as their captain got destroyed. Marilyn Compton, the chief trainer, slid her hands down her lush, thick, fit nude body
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and kicked off her four-inch red, black, and white heels. Julia Clark, a Chaser, raised a brow at her. Marilyn shrugged. "Sexy, sure, but I'll need the traction of bare feet, I think."
Julia laughed. "Oh, I don't know. Look, he's holding Gwen off that headboard and pounding the snot out of her."
Marilyn looked. It was true: Harry had one arm braced on the headboard and the other under Gwenog's narrow waist and was now driving into her like a freight train. Gwenog's face was fixed in a rictus of what might have been pain but was obviously pleasure. She had lost her heels but her pointed, red-fur-trimmed hat with the ball on top was still on her head. These sexy little elf outfits were cute but they wouldn't last. Marilyn nodded. "I have better things for him to do with those hands."
Crack! Harry had some how managed to let go of the headboard and crack Gwenog smartly across the ass on the outstroke before bracing his arm on the headboard on the instroke again. "Oh, like that!" Winifred Marshal, another Chaser, added.
Marilyn smiled and nodded. Nym looked at Hermione. "Three days? He'll have them all knocked up in one at the most." "And we don't deserve some Christmas cheer too, Nym?" "You are a horny bint, Ne." "Uh-huh." Hermione smiled brightly.
Susan looked at Hermione. "And who's telling Harry the mechanics of this? I mean the part where they Time-Turn? out the rest of their pregnancies and get enough time to get back in shape for the season in their two months off?"
Daphne pulled her down. "You just did, fire-crotch. We talked about this and tested the theory, or Hannah and the girls did. Those rabbits and mice did fine and the offspring had no problems. Even the Pygmy Puffs did fine, so we know magical creatures aren't affected either. Come here."
"Daphne! Daaappphhhnnneee!" Susan howled as Daphne rammed a moderately large Harry stick- on home.
Tracey laughed. "I wondered why she had been practicing so hard. Not that I mind, mind you, but between her practicing and Harry checking me I'm exhausted. I'll go last."
The Coven watched as a parade of Harpies lost their micro-skirted red-with-white-fur-trimmed elf outfits with the matching candy cane striped panties, which Harry seemed to appreciate very much, and were taken to muscle failure as Susan was taken to muscle failure by Daphne. Hermione shook her head. That had been building a while in the background; good that it was now apparently resolved. Oops, maybe not. Susan recovered and snatched the stick-on and stuck it to herself. Daphne got big-eyed and stuffed full all at the same time. Hermione giggled. She would have to add some dress-up items and role-play routines to the repertoire.
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brooch, walked in. They waved weakly. Emma laughed. "Okay, Mistress of the Harem, get 'em cleaned up and bring 'em back to life. Your Master's son is awake and it's time for breakfast, then presents."
Narcissa sat up and braced herself on Harry's stomach. Harry grunted. Narcissa smiled an apology at him and said, "I'll take him now, Emma."
"Ha! Take yourself to a bath, all of you. Gods, you'reall shagged out. Gwenog, was it a merry Christmas, dear?"
Gwenog held up a thumb. She could do little else. Lily laughed. "Hermione, let's move you all to another room, then you can turn back a day and recover."
Harry's fervent "Thank you, Mother!" brought weak laughter.
Lily chuckled. "Fine then. You all sleep. I'll get the elves to help. And Luna, let go of Harry. Rest, not sex, dear."
"Poo!" Luna collapsed face-down on Harry's bits and was asleep nearly instantly.
Lily and Emma got them moved, then turned and waited patiently. Moments later a grinning Coven and the unattached Harpies with the same goofy grins appeared, showered, dressed, and ready to go. Narcissa took Leyland. Emma looked at her. "That bad really?"
Narcissa smiled wider. "That good. It's unbelievable what he can do."
Emma just nodded. "Not if you've seen the result. That looked like the after-effects of an orgy with a Roman legion or the rape of some ancient city by the Mongol hordes."
Gwenog laughed. "Apt description. That's what it should take to shag all of us to pieces." Harry grumbled, "It's the potions."
Marilyn shook her head. "No it isn't, Harry, I keep telling you. Even with the potions you should go soft between girls at least a little, not stay hard as an iron rod. You shagged fourteen in a row that once, I counted."
Emma covered her ears. Hermione smirked. "You asked, Mother."
Arriving in the Great Hall of the castle with its fifty foot tall tree and absolute mountain of presents cut off the incipient argument. Leyland's first "word" was a delighted "Przzns!" mostly in imitation of the predominant noise he heard from all his "aunts".
Presents got passed out as they ate. Some highlights included charmed non-prescription contacts for Nym that had the thermal imaging charm as well as charms like Moody's little eye. With practice Harry had been able to focus one eye behind him through his own head--well, the magical detection part of the charm anyway. As long as it was a magical person Nym would eventually be able to do the same thing and see them even behind her. It was terribly disorienting, though, and depth perception was right out until you focused both eyes on the object. Harry wanted to see the instructors in Stealth and Tracking sneak up on her now! Nym also got a forensics kit, the
beginnings of one anyway, four books, a fingerprint kit, some collection tools and sample storage bags, and the Squib Squad's promise to analyze or genetically test her collected samples for her until they could miniaturize the now desk-sized magical devices they had come up with to do the work. And the inner circle surprised her with a lightened set of Muggle body armor with ceramic plates that the Squibs had developed that would stop a Killing Curse at least once on each plate, front and back. Susan passed this to Nym "In the hope you never need it. If you do, though, we want you home and safe. We love you very much." Nym had to take a few moments.
Frank got his leg. Hannah helped him strap it on and Alice chased him round the castle as he ran around madly for fifteen minutes. You couldn't tell it from the real one. Even Frank had a hard time telling them apart, although the thing did seem to like to run, a lot.
Gwenog and the Harpies got sigils and blushed very prettily. Magda rolled her eyes. "Oh sure, all shy and demure now! Yesterday you all were talking like fishwives about what you'd do with Harry."
She got pink tongues from her teammates. Sirius shut her up with a monster engagement ring that had to be four carats. Evangeline put her hands behind her back and felt a ring go on her finger. She turned and threw herself on Remus. Her ring was not modest either. James had seen to that. "That looks to be yes from both," James chortled proudly as Evangeline and Magda had their Marauders pinned in chairs and were kissing them speechless.
Hermione and the Coven got perfect diamond pendants, all matched for color, cut, weight, and brilliance. Hermione smiled. The diamond felt like Harry. How did he do that?
Showers of books, magical and non, drifts of clothes and warehouses of magical items and ingredients followed from Harry for each of the Coven. Hermione narrowed her eyes when Gwenog and the other Harpies were included. Harry shrugged "I'm in you every other night at the least, Hermione, I can't help it. If you know it I know it. I can't stop it when we're making love."
Dan sighed. "And now I know too much again." General laughter followed as Hermione blushed as if she would pass out from blood loss. She was grinning like the Cheshire cat at the same time, though.
Ginny got her now magnificently carved vine of climbing roses sigil and forewent all her other presents to stare at it from her position in Neville's lap. The twins opened their mouths and lost them at a casual wave of her hand. They were ecstatic; that was a massive display of power, and all to prank them. They were so proud. Now how to get her to give their mouths back?
Angelina and Alicia laughed at the same time as Majorie Paling and Katherine Clyde of the Squib Squad. The two sets of girls looked at each other for a moment, then the giggles began.
Neville sat content with Ginny in his lap. They couldn't stay much longer but her butt was pressing firmly into his rock-hard member and her little wriggles followed by giggles were very nice. Have to get her to give the twins' mouths back, though. Ginny looked at him, kissed him, and waved.
Fred and George announced, "Brilliant!" simultaneously. Neville arched a brow at Ginny, who shrugged and kissed him again.
They had gotten up this morning and opened presents at Hogwarts. It had been fun. They had escaped when Percy came and looked significantly at Ron. They twins tried to chuck a listening
charm at Percy, but it hadn't stuck for some reason.
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Ron sat on his bed, contemplating what Percy had said. Tone down your dislike of Longbottom for being a Dark wizard and get close to him. You can use that information you gain from him to your advantage. I'll show you how when you bring it to me. What the Hades was that? He never thought Neville was a Dark wizard. Well, okay, but only for a day or so. What was Percy playing at? Wasn't he doing better in school--well, since Lavender gave him the books? Mmmm, Lavender! Ron could see her breasts shifting interestingly under her robes in his mind's eye for a moment. Oh gods, not again, he was going to get blisters! Percy saying I was an embarrassment to the family and "endangering" my future too! He should talk to the twins and Ginny. They're the ones Transfiguring me. Parvati showed me it was them--not Harry, Parvati! And she has a twin! Oh my. Well, I'm alone here. Hey, he was alone. Where were the twins, Ginny, and Neville? Neville was probably doing something unspeakable to Ginny in some broom closet and Ginny was probably letting him. URRRGH No, don't think of Ginny naked! She's your sister! Okay, think of the plan. That will distract you.
Neville, Ginny, and the twins were in fact now back in the common room, Neville having come back through the twins' trunk which had apparently been converted to manufacturing and lab space. Ginny was once more in Neville's lap.
Unfortunately Ron chose that moment to come down the stairs. "Hey, Longbraack cluck cluck braack!"
"Ginny! Fred! George! Stop turning your brother into a chicken." "Don't--" "--take the--" "--fun out of it--"
"--Neville."
The Weasley siblings broke up laughing. That was a first, Ginny talking with and like the twins did.
Neville rolled his eyes. "Et tu, Ginny? Stop that, all of you, and change your brother back. We have to go to the feast."
Ginny nodded at him with her Power Puff Girl eyes. "Yes, my lord." Neville put his head in his hands. He had created a monster.
The Weasleys laughed and chased Ron from the common room to the portrait hole where George scooped him, flipped him over, rubbed his back, and chicken Ron went right to sleep. He snored as a chicken too. Neville chased the laughing Weasleys down all seven flights of stairs and finally stopped them with a well placed Impedimenta. He Finited the Transfiguration on Ron, offered Ginny his arm, and strolled into the Great Hall as if he owned it. The male Weasleys followed.
Dumbledore watched this procession and smiled. Neville had much more confidence. Obviously
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shagging the Weasley girl was good for him, or her sucking his cock, probably the latter. The girl did have Molly Weasley for a mother, after all. How the child expected to hide that ring from her mother was another story entirely. She couldn't really, though, could she? You could feel Longbottom on her, more likely in her, from here. A suggestion to Longbottom when it blew up in his face, a word to Arthur and Molly to accept a reasonable stipend for their daughter, and he could maneuver right around Augusta and Frank. Things were looking up again. A merry Christmas indeed.
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While the feast proceeded in the Great Hall, Myrtle was trying on Daphne's body in the second floor loo. Daphne was wondering how Myrtle could get that much cock in her throat when she herself gagged every time; it was the same body, after all. Mind over matter, Daphne. Just don't let yourself gag, or if you do just go with it. It will feel great for Harry. Comfortable in there?
Yes, thank you, Myrtle. Hermione was right: this is fun. I get to feel it all and I have no idea what you'll do next. Of course this lack of control is a little off-putting, but I do look great with Harry stuffed in me.
Daphne, dear, you'd look great in a coating of dung. Myrtle was correct. Daphne had that supermodel body, even at this young age. She was perfectly proportioned, long and lean. Her chest wasn't the normal model's A-cup bust but a perfectly proportioned B, tending toward C. Her long black hair was naturally wavy and those waves fell perfectly, even now, stuck to her neck with her sweat. Her lavender eyes had not changed but they were slightly unfocused while Myrtle was running the body. I must say this is a very, very well put together body, and so sensitive and responsive. How do you stand him driving you through an orgasm? I nearly lost my mind.
Daphne warmed at the compliment. Thank you, Myrtle. The first one was hard but the reward of that extra orgasm on top of the first one is well worth it.
Myrtle laughed. Okay, I deep-throat Harry and you ride the orgasm after I can't any more. It drives me wild when you're so sensitive, I can't stay on him. Mmm, here he comes.
Daphne let herself be pushed back a little and relished the feeling of her dose of Harry sliding warmly and apparently nearly directly into her belly. Hermione needed thanking for this. That was the best dessert ever!
Myrtle smiled as he pushed her against the sinks and sank a tremendous length and width into her under the Invisibility Cloak. She came, stuffing her hands in her mouth, not knowing Harry had cast a silencing charm on them when Neville and Ron came into the loo and bent over the potion not five feet from them. The orgasm went on and on and Harry kept driving. Myrtle finally had to give Daphne control again.
Neville looked at Ron. "Okay, it worked, but who would have thought it? A tart right after Dinner?"
Ron smiled. His plan of levitating that tart in front of Crabbe and Goyle to distract them until he-- well, Neville; who knew what wonky the wand would do--could Stun them both had worked! He had had a tough day with his brothers and sister, but Nev was right with him. "Crabbe's always hungry, Goyle not so much now." He shrugged. "Let's get on with this. Malfoy will be going back to his commons soon."
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Myrtle/Daphne watched through squinted eyes as the two took their potions and screamed their way to Crabbe and Goyle. The orgasm never let up or it was a string of them, who cared? The two left and Harry moved to follow. Myrtle/Daphne swung a leg up and over, turning around without disengaging, and wrapped her legs around Harry's waist and her arms around his neck. "Please! Morgana, Harry, don't pull out. This is the best orgasm ever!"
Harry thought a moment, smiled, lightened Daphne, and ran after the two wizards. Myrtle left Daphne at that point and collapsed in a U-bend. Daphne screamed and got muffled. "Sorry, baby, you're right in my ear."
Daphne could only nod. Harry running was pounding him in and out of her. "Can't take much more, Harry. You'll have to leave me somewhere."
"Phht. Leave you, yeah, right. Let me worry about that."
They arrived by the Slytherin common room door and found the two wizards standing in the hall. Harry pushed Daphne up against the wall as the two boys argued in fierce whispers. He ground her against the wall for a moment, froze, and filled her belly while Ron and Neville were distracted. Daphne passed out. Harry smiled, waved, and Daphne glowed blue for a second, then disappeared from under the Invisibility Cloak. Harry did up his pants and Scourgified himself.
Neville leant against the wall. "So, Greg, how were we going to get in without the password?" Greg/Ron looked around. "Greg? Where?" Harry was dying laughing. "You, you idiot."
Harry was now sliding down the wall. The Neville and Ron show was killing him.
Harry snapped to attention as he felt someone coming through the wards. He looked down the passageway and Draco sauntered up out of the gloom. "Crabbe, Goyle, you idiots forget the password again?"
Neville cracked his Crabbe knuckles. Malfoy smirked. "Ah ah ah, I'll leave you out here in the hall for the rest of the break."
Neville put his hands down and Malfoy nodded. "Better. Pure Blood!" he announced to the wall.
A section of wall opened and the boys, including Harry, went in. Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Goyle. "Remember, you owe me." He walked away thinking to himself how far the mighty had fallen. Having to do favors for cretins who would have worshipped him a few months ago. Would have? Did! Dumbledore was right, though. He had to build his way back slowly now that Father was dead and Mother had gone insane and was being a fuck toy for her cousin Sirius. There had to be a way to get the fortune away from the slut.
Neville waited until Malfoy was gone and looked at Ron/Greg. "So now what now there, Greg?" Ron/Greg shrugged. "I don't know, Nrabbe." Harry chuckled. Neville would need a duel after this. Nrabbe! Good save, Geasley.
Vincent/Neville sighed. "So this was your plan? Get in here and the Heir would spring out and tell us who he was."
Ron/Greg mumbled, "Who says it's a he?"
Neville sighed looked around the dark, depressing common room and nodded. "Well, we've seen it. Let's go."
Ron actually looked at his watch. "We've got some time, Vince, let's look around."
Neville nodded reluctantly and the two poked around the common room for the next twenty minutes. Finally they left. Back in the second floor girls' loo they began their change. Harry observed. Of course something went badly wrong and they ended up stuck halfway. Ginny somehow chose that moment to enter the loo.
She took one look at the half-Neville, half-Vince monster, one vertical half Neville and the other Vincent, and passed right out. Ron started yelling and Neville went to Ginny.
Harry watched as Neville took charge and levitated Ginny to the Hospital Wing. Now sure they would be safe, Harry faded away to the castle to report what happened. He missed Ginny waking up and attacking Ron. Apparently very successfully. Ron would spend the next month in the Hospital Wing. Neville was out in a couple weeks. Of course, that may have been more related to Augusta being the one helping Poppy reverse the bad Polyjuice. She wasn't fit to be around for the entire two weeks. Dumbledore avoided her like the plague after he tried to award Neville fifty points for completing a Polyjuice potion, at least a fifth year potion, in his second year and she took the fifty points away again for not completing it correctly and another fifty apiece for filching the ingredients.