Slightly longer chapter, just want to get to the good stuff sooner rather than later.

A Wizards Life with Monster Girls:

Chapter 2

Harry, after 3 days, finally opened his front door after leaving the bakery. Though this time, he did not enter the house alone,

"Ahh, leading 5 beautiful women into your bachelor pad. Sounds like the start of a wet dream, doesn't it buddy boy?" Came the teasing tone of the dark skinned, nude changeling Doppel. Who covered her more intimate area with her ankle length white hair that curled around her petite form like rope.

"Thanks for holding the door, sweetie." Tionishia, the seven foot tall ogre with a horn sprouting from her forehead said gratefully as she squeezed in through the front door and curtseyed gently. Harry smiled softly before closing it behind her, the members of M.O.N. now loitering almost awkwardly in the corridor of his home whilst their boss seemed to have found his kitchen (and was helping herself to something).

Harry sighed,

"Drinks?"

"Please." Came four replies and he showed them to the sitting room before joining Ms Smith in his kitchen (where she was staring down smugly at a can of instant coffee).

The special operations squad Monster's New Law (or M.O.N. for short) had rescued him earlier that week from a serial killer vampire who had a knack for raping and murdering her victims. They had made their presence known at the side of his hospital bed (highlighting that he had been used as bait to draw out this Lilliana Alistane) due to the woman having developed an interest in him. Explaining that it had been too risky to approach him and warn him of such a person stalking him (as she would likely have fled), though Ms Smith did not seem the slightest bit sorry and had instead decreed that the young wizard owed her a massive favour.

Additionally, he had seen the groups handiwork first hand, as whilst Alistane had been jabbering on about how many children the two of them were to have together, the sweet cyclops on his sofa (who had timidly asked for some juice) went on to blow her jaw off with a sniper rifle from nearly a kilometre away. Leading to the rest of them storming in and cuffing the woman, before she could heal from the grievous wound.

"I'll take a coffee." Smith stated, coyly smirking as she wafted aforementioned coffee in front of them,

"Is it to go?" Harry teased, taking it from her and watching her smirk deepen.

"Oh, but if I left I wouldn't be able to tell you how you can make it up to me for saving you." She said in a slow, alluring tone that (as quickly stopped as the thoughts were formed) made young mister Potter very aware of the woman's feminine features and her, somehow, equally enticing choice of clothing. Clearing his throat and wrestling with those thoughts, he made her her drink (alongside the others).

After some biscuits and snacks were placed on the coffee table with everyone's drinks, Harry sat down in the lounge (on a dark brown wood stained stool he dragged in from the kitchen) and patiently waited for Smith to begin explaining herself as she and her team gorged themselves.

The room they were in snugly accommodated the group. A large window looked out on the small, grassy, well-kept front garden he had. The room was occupied by a long sofa and two similar looking chairs of a soft scarlet, the floor was hardwood and held the same colouration as his stool. A glass coffee table held centre stage and a large, wall mounted black flat screen TV occupied the wall across from it and the seating arrangements. Shelves showed various knickknacks and photo's that were of very little value to anybody else but him, the exception being a trophy that seemed to be carved out of a gigantic sapphire and them covered in intricate patterns with the purest silver. The women's eyes all kept flicking to it, every now and then, as soon as they noticed it and (from their seats) only the sharp eyed Manako could read that it said '1994 Tri-Wizard Champion: Harry James Potter'.

"That's a very interesting trophy, sweetie. Where did you get it?" Tio broke the peaceful silence of the room with her softer than air voice.

"I got it at school for winning a competition."

"Must have been some serious ass competition." Zombina blurted out incredulous,

"It was very dangerous. A friend of mine lost his life competing." Harry said quietly. Quickly regretting his choice of words and he physically felt the mood plummet, "Not to be rude, but how do you want your 'favour' settling."

Doppel's eyebrows waggled and she had Ms Smith's soft, manicured hand slam over her lips as soon as she opened them, with an innuendo most likely on her tongue,

"I am sure you are aware of the Interspecies Exchange Program." She more declared rather than inquired.

"Mmm hmm. Back where I grew up, I remember my uncle complaining about the Neko girl who came over to the local cat ladies, as a homestay." Harry responded almost fondly, a chuckle leaving Zombina, Doppel and Smith and lightening the mood once again,

"Lovely, you can help by enrolling and using your lovely home as part of the homestay program." Smith said casually.

Harry blanched.

"What?"

"You can help by enrolling and using your lovely-"

"Ok stop. I DID hear you." Harry interrupted quickly, eyes disbelieving and hand actually shaking as it rose to indicate his desire for silence, "Why would you want ME as a homestay?"

"I won't lie, Potter-kun. We are literally taking what we can get at this point." Smith said, tone uncharacteristically (he assumed) tired as she leaned back in her chair, "We really need more homestay hosts."

"You see, loverboy." Zombina sliced in (said nickname coined simply because of the prior vampire situation they found him in), "The Exchange program has been active for over a decade. Initially, people were super pumped to have liminals in their homes and we had loads. But now we haven't had any new hosts in the last twelve months, and dozens are signing off of the program."
"The novelty seems to have worn off." Smith elaborated, "And lots of people are finding that it is not too incredibly easy to care for the non-human guests that are staying in their homes."

Harry frowned. He had never quite agreed with the Exchange Program enforcing the idea that all liminals had to share space with a human in order to even be allowed into the country. He felt it was a bit rude, but stayed silent, instead silently seething that people were considering liminals as novelty's in the first place.

"I don't want to." Harry said quietly,

"Why not?" Manako blurted out, blushing a violent tomato red when all eyes fell onto her. Harry took a moment to collect his thoughts,

"I just… am not ready to live with someone yet. I'm not sure I want to." He said slowly, taking care to form his response without giving too much away about himself and his feelings. A skill he had perfected over the years.

"Sweetie, it is blatantly obvious that you don't enjoy living alone." Tio said, surprising him by leaning forward and placing a large gentle hand over his (that were folded in his lap), "We watched you for a while, we could clearly see how unhappy you were. Hear alone in this big house."

Harry didn't have much of a response, though his cheeks pinkened at the physical contact and the way that Tio seemed so worried for him in her expression and tone,

'Ha, who were the real stalkers here.' A voice echoed in his mind, amused. Inadvertently allowing him the confidence to speak,

"That's…" Harry tried to lie, "True. I'm not having as much fun living alone as I thought I would." He failed, But still-"

"You seem to be quite against the idea. You're not… prejudiced. Are you?" Doppel cut him off, snow white eyebrow arched and an icy undertone ran through her questioning statement.
"OF COURSE NOT!" Harry snarled furiously, surprising everyone present with the ferocity and outrage of the statement. Though Smith's voice quickly changed back to a satisfied tone,

"Excellent. Then you can take Mila off of our hands. She's a lovely girl. You know Polt, don't you? The owner of the sports club you go to. Well Mila's a kobold like her. Very polite and very excited to come over. I'm sure you'll get along beautifully."

Harry's anger quickly faded to nothing and he was left confused and feeling a bit out of sorts.

"Ms Smith, I-"
"I'm done." Doppel declared. Slamming her empty bottle of tea down and rising to her feet. Zombina following suit, all smiles and flying crumbs as she flew to her feet. Manako and Tio were far more reserved and respectful, Manako quickly sweeping all of the mess they had made together (as to make it easier for Harry to clean up after them) and apologised quietly for her co-workers brashness.

"We thank you for having us. I'll be sending some contractors along in a few days to measure up the place, then I'll come with the paperwork for Mila's imminent move in."

"Thanks for having us, sweetie." Tio said warmly, bending down to kiss his cheek and he was left blushing and confused as the group bolted for the door. Likely ignoring (over not hearing) the "Hey!" he shouted after them, as they grabbed their shoes and scarpered.

"Bloody hell." He groaned, knowing that the headache that was beginning to form at this turn of events was going to be, especially, unpleasant.

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Said contractors (the ones Smith said she would send along in a couple of days) arrived at 8:30 the next day. As Harry struggled with a hangover after drinking away the previous evening, trying to find some kind of solace in Firewhisky when he realised the crazy situation he had been forced into this time.

As he had vehemently denied the day before, he was not prejudiced and was not disgusted or repulsed at the idea of sharing space with a liminal. His mind drifted to Hagrid the half giant, Fleur and Gabrielle the Veela, Tonks, Remus, Griphook, Firenze. He was fairly certain he held no prejudice against ANYONE because of their race or species. The problem was not this Mila girls species, more that his quiet and peaceful (though lonely life), was being uprooted once again by something out of his control. He knew, in his heart of hearts, that he would not refuse Ms Smith. M.O.N. saved his life, and he had that debt to settle. This arrangement wasn't too bad on paper; offer your house to someone and show them around a bit. Likely make a new friend in the process and no longer lead a life of monotony and loneliness.

But what he also knew, in his heart of hearts, was that after everything that had happened in the war with: Voldemort, Dumbledore, the Death Eaters, the traitors in the Order, the Ministry falling and the whole debacle of his family and friends handing him over to the Dark Lords for execution. He wasn't quite comfortable opening up to people just yet, even three years after the wars conclusion.

But, as a Muggle and ignorant to his dilemma, Ms Smith stood at his front door at 11:00am. Waving the leaving contractors away after they had taken measurements, figures and left him with a pile of paperwork for expansions and installations for the new liminal friendly bathroom and bedrooms he would need to add. She stood smugly; all black tie, black blazer, black skirt, pantyhose and heels. With a pair of black shades to give her that real 'shady government official" feel to her, wafting even more paperwork,

"Here were are, everything we need to sign you on." She said cheerfully, Harry sighed. Resigned and expectant, "Ready to sign."

'What's the worst that can ACTUALLY happen?' The stupid voice in Harry's head declared. Tempting fate as it always did,

"Sure." Harry said, taking the forms and inviting her in, "Why not?"

Smith smirked. Harry sighed. He had a feeling this was how this relationship would go.

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Just to ensure we are all on the same page here. The girl referred to in this chapter is NOT Miaa the Lamia.

JUST wanna make sure that is clear and cover that base before we move on.