Reminder – this is a distillation of lots of ideas from lots of great fan fic authors, blended and made flesh. I make no pretence at great literature, I use too many … to denote a pause (pregnant or not), a drift off or change in direction of thought. To my mind witches and wizards are a different subspecies of human – homo magus, they develop differently, driven by forces that would be inappropriate for the rest of us… I do not own Harry Potter, that is JKR, ( but seriously JKR rewrite book 7 and the epilogue ) and this story is a parody AU take on the HP story, and no copyright infringement is intended, just playing in a wonderful sandbox created by JKR.
Chapter 2
Really?
Hermione was reeling. Sitting on her bed in her pyjamas after the witches in camera meeting, she was glad of the calming potion that was coursing through her system. Magic was alive and while not sentient had its own awareness. The full implications of that fact, with her now being part of the magical world and the reality that magic was suddenly tempering everything witches and wizards did, was being subconsciously analysed by her brain.
The full horror of what could be her fate was spelt out in explicit detail. Having listened carefully and having been forensically questioned for her account of the previous afternoon and then the incident with the troll, the senior witches present had determined she owed Harry a life debt. It was confirmed when Madam Pomfrey performed her diagnostic spell, knowledge of which was a deeply held secret amongst witches.
The witches and Poppy had also explained how witches magic reacted to that of wizards. Witches had a natural empathy that meant they could feel or sense the magic of a wizard were either inevitably drawn to them, just being with them was a comfort. Or it repulsed a witch being forever bonded to a wizard with incompatible magic would be like being constantly subjected to static shocks. This was why Life Debts were so avoided, and why magicals tended to be married young.
Another shock was that male magic and female magic was slightly different – it manifested itself in different ways. Witches being able to create and nurture life within them, were thus more open to the magic of others, and reacted to both male and female magic. What was known in the British Isles as Helga's gift was explained in excruciating detail, and had made her squirm and she was sure the blush on her face alone had raised the room's temperature, and she hoped she was not advertising her excitement too much to everyone. Sex was very interesting, exciting and worrying at the same time, and now the possibilities were ….she shook herself not to take that thought any further at the moment.
Male magic was not so empathetic, the few wizards who could feel another Wizard's magic tended to be scorned, especially if they became wizard's wizards, it was felt that there was something wrong with their magic. Male magic was both constructive and destructive, creative and conservative. There were wild differences in power levels amongst wizards a real bell curve, unlike amongst witches who tended to be generally more equal in power but a more tightly packed quartile. There were few massively powerful witches. There was an imbalance in the numbers of wizards to witches – the dichotomy in male and female magic, developing in a witches womb meant that one wizard was born for every 3-4 witches. Most squibs were male – magic took or didn't, survived the battle with the host witch throughout gestation or didn't.
It was all so confusing, then there were the very powerful wizards, Mages. Mages by the power available to them and their magic were both dangerous, but also very exciting to witches drawn as they were in an evolutionary way to find the best mates to create their own young. The excitement due to the ability to pass on magic, to create something more and better for future generations and yet the danger of having their magic overwhelmed or subsumed, controlled. Then there was the pinnacle of male magic, Sorcerers. Sorcerers were figures of legend, capable of anything their mind could comprehend or imagine. Like moths to a light a Mages or Sorcerer's magic was a beacon to witches, whether the witches liked it or not.
All of this was why Witches for millennia had done all they could to avoid Life Debts owing to wizards, most choosing to die rather than submit to a wizards capricious whims.
Without this knowledge it was not difficult to see why new witches found it difficult to find a comfortable place in the Magical world. Their late 20th Century upbringing and attitudes were constantly at odds with a society that seemed medieval, Georgian and Victorian and yet sexually liberated at the same time. Society in the magical world defied sense, was contradictory and yet had a consistency at the same time. While some wizards had all the power, witches were the glue that held it all together.
Lavender and Parvarti had comforted her once the witches had drifted off after their conference, and were waiting quietly and patiently on Hermione's bed holding her hands. They knew Hermione well enough by now to realise she was thinking and thinking hard. Anyway it was nice to hold her hand, Hermione's magic felt nice… and wondered where this evening would take them, Hermione's hard nipples were showing against her pyjama top, they both noticed. Was she excited or had they just not noticed her boobs and their finer points were just like that normally.
"I have read the History of Hogwarts cover to cover, but nothing of any of what you all told me is mentioned." Hermione complained.
"For those of us who grew up in the Magical world it just is and we absorb it all, it does not need spelling out for us, we learn this all at our mother's knee, and as it affects we Witches, even more so." Parvarti explained. "So what are you going to do?"
"Do? What do you mean, do?"
"What are you going to do about your life debt to Harry? Do you think you are compatible?"
In a hopeful voice "I feel good when I sit next to him – is that a sign of compatibility?" Hermione asked.
Lavender and Parvarti glanced at each other before Lavender spoke. "Hermione you now have a chance to mould Harry into being the Wizard you want him to be, by feeling good when you sit next to him that is a good sign, but make no mistake he is who he is, but this early you can guide and help him and in doing so help define your own future. But, remember he is still young and very small compared to the other wizards in our year – I like sitting next to him too, it makes me feel warm all over and I want to pick him up and cuddle him and I know Parvarti feels the same. He is new to magic like you as he grew up in the mundane world. I sense he does not have the same control of his aura that most wizards do. For most wizards it is almost a subconscious control because we grow up in the magical world. I was always being told by my mother to control myself. His magic feels different, still feels nice, really nice, but also that it almost wants to burst out and overwhelm you and everything." She paused, "may be if you do this right now your magic and his will sync more as he still needs to grow – which is odd because the Potters have always been tall and … well Harry is tiny…!"
Curious, Hermione asked "How do you know about the Potters and how tall they were?"
"The old families know each other very well, my parents drilled me in our family tree, relationships, alliances, clans, feuds and debts and the overall hierarchy in the magical world." Lavender answered.
Parvarti chipped in, "Every witch in the British Isles has grown up reading and knowing about Harry Potter and the Potter family, they are probably the most famous family in the modern magical world. There are books about his adventures we all grew up reading about him and having them read to us, almost all light and most neutral witches at least". She paused slightly shaking her head, "seeing him for the first time was abit of a shock. Most of us have dreamed of him as a dashing hero and fully in command of his magic ready to sweep us away, and I bet a good percentage of witches at Hogwart's will be atuned to Harry's magic, from just listening to the stories, their magic making them what they think he wants. The reality of him makes no difference to that, magic sees to it even if it makes no sense. The fictional Harry is not the real Harry, you know the real Harry never growing up with and knowing the fictional one. Might make a difference."
"What would you do now if you were me? What do you suggest?" Hermione asked in an uncharacteristically small voice.
Lavender glanced at Parvarti who smiled and pursed her lips in amusement. Parvarti knew exactly what Lavender and indeed she and her sister for that matter, would do, but how to tell Hermione without out shocking the muggleborn… if she was embarrassed by the Helga's gift revelations, goodness only knows how she would react to the latest cauldron explosion.
"Before I answer Hermione, tell me how you feel about sex and Helga's gift?"
"Sex? What has that got to do with this?" She squirmed.
"Err…. Hermione, almost everything…, you seemed shocked and embarrassed by the senior witches talking about witches being intimate with each other…?"
"Well in non-magical society, girls tend to be very circumspect discussing sex and sexuality so openly, lesbianism while accepted in modern society, young girls can be very judgemental and nasty to those that are different and …." She trailed off. "What?" She asked after a pause, as Lavender and Parvarti smiled at her and each other.
"Hermione, we are witches not muggles – witches sleeping together is normal, there is no societal opprobrium of something that is seen as normal, and certainly not in the Gyrff and 'Claw witches dorms. Witches can talk about sex together because it is natural and everyday and lets face it, fun! Wizards on some level know this, and young wizards especially very excited and yet fearful of it. Witches also mature faster than Wizards as we tend to be more in tune with our magic and those of other witches. Witches form covens because there are so many more of us or the alternative is to be alone or date or marry a muggle and outlive them by decades and not be able to fully share the magical world with them. We take pleasure in being with other witches because our magics meld. And here's the thing … remember they explained, witches need orgasms to keep our magic on an even keel and to stop or hormones affecting it. Our orgasms are much stronger and more intense and powerful than for muggle women. We don't shove it in boy Wizards faces because well they tend to get overexcited and their magic can become unpredictable and less controllable and they could fight each other, the boys dorms are warded to hell to keep wizards calm and avoid conflict by being so close to each other. Lots of early manifestations of magic are caused by frustration, annoyance and anger. Wizards also need to orgasm to vent their magic." Lavender stopped, thought for moment and for a witch not thought to be very insightful said, "… you know I wonder if Harry has been told the facts of life, about Wizards and Witches and how he needs to 'vent'."
Hermione snorted, "shall I ask him?"
Lavender and Parvarti laughed, "actually Hermione if I was in your shoes I and in answer to your earlier question as to what I would do? I would be in his bed right now, 'venting' him all night… and I am sure that Parv' would do the same …" Parvarti paused looked at Hermione, " and we would both be happy to help each other and you do Harry as we do each other…" she tailed off. There, it was out there and she and Lavender looked at each other and then Hermione hoping that Hermione would not react badly.
Hermione blushed at the ideas coursing around her mind, could she be so brave as to go to Harry's bed and … then suddenly the last part of Parvarti's comment registered. She looked sharply at them both. "You have sex with each other?" she gasped, "since when?" Her nipples hardening again did not go unnoticed.
"Well the three of us have known each other since we were babies, our parents are friends and allies." Lavender explained, "we … um…. started exploring a few years ago" she went on "we know all the important spells and charms to silence our beds and make people not notice. We weren't sure how you would react…. And if you ever go up the stairs to the older witches dorms, the only silencing spells are the ones between 1st and 2nd floors and at the entrance to the stairs. No point winding up the wizards..!"
"What about your sister Padma? Does she know?"
Parvarti laughed, "Of course, one of the benefits of being an identical twin is that Paddy and I swap a lot at night and in the course of the day, and no one notices. I am sure that Hogwarts knows but since we are not doing anything really wrong, the magic of the school will not respond."
"So some nights you 'sleep' with Padma some nights Parvarti?" Hermione asked Lavender looking intensely at her.
"Every night since we arrived I have been sleeping with them – Perv and Paddy being magical twins are able to sense each other all the time and are in each others heads. Sometimes I think they are one person in 2 bodies … when one orgasms the other does too, which means we have to be careful with timing when we …er…" she trailed off.
"Perv?" Hermione asked
Parvarti answered, lifting her chin in defiance of Hermione's perceived judgemental question. "Its Lav's nickname for me. I have no limits and no inhibitions with Lavender or Paddy or with any witch I will end up 'sleeping' with, Paddy is my reserved side, but she and I have come to an accommodation, and she allows me to do what I want, how I want, who I want, when I want so long as it does not embarrass her by making her cum in public, even if it is fun sometimes just to tease her." She giggled, "Anyway she knows my body as well as I know hers, so I can make Paddy's IQ drop dozens of points by touching my erogenous zones or hers when we are together."
"You have sex with your sister?"
"Sure why not, she is me,and I am her, its like masturbation, just with another body to do it to, and Paddy makes the most delicious noises when she comes and she is delicious. Hermione stop thinking like a non-magical person. Sexual release is needed by us to grow and develop our magic. We will end up both being with the same wizard, because no wizard is going to accept our shared magical bond have another male element to it. So we will both have to be with the same wizard, everything I feel she feels, gets abit confusing sometimes, but we have charmed jewellery that helps block it out when we absolutely have to but I don't like wearing it, she and I are in each others heads, and she is listening in on this, I had to tune her out when the prefects said the meeting was in camera to avoid any problems or magical punishment invoking that could have caused." She paused and look softly at Hermione, who was nibbling her bottom lip as she listened.
"Paddy and I like you, so does Lavender, I'd like at some point to see how bossy you really are, or if your bossi-ness is a bit of an act and really covers a need to submit to another. Being submissive does not mean losing control. Besides your magic feels good, we've been holding your hand for while we have been talking and frankly I want you at some point, but we have the small matter of what you need to do to about the Harry situation."
Hermione looked at them both face flushing bright red, nipples hardened again and said, "I'm glad that Professor McGonagall did not mention any of this to my parents, they are pretty liberal but I think if they knew what I now know my Daddy would stroke out. Still, given his porn stash and Mummy's vibrator collection and how close she is to 'Auntie' Jennie maybe not… you know what, never mind."
Hermione took a deep breath and asked "So you think I should go now to Harry's dorm and shag him? Start now on the bond so it is more comfortable so we grow together, influencing each other? He is so tiny do you think he is capable?"
"Hermione," Lavender said, "yes if I was you I would go to him and just let the magic sync and if you have sex sobeit. If he is not fully functional yet, does not mean you can't snog him, touch him or just 'play', you can teach him what you like, but if his magic is as strong as it feels to me, when I get close to him in the Great Hall for meals and in lessons, it is seriously distracting, I bet he is fully functional. His magic might well have protected his ability to pass on his essence, at the expense of the rest of his physical development. You might cum from just being that close to him having him in your hand, then your task is to learn control when you are not 'playing' that you don't cum so much you die from dehydration!" she laughed as Hermione blushed yet again and her nipples did their thing.
Flushed red at the thought of 'holding' Harry, Hermione turned her head to look at Parvarti. Seeing the opportunity Parvarti leant in close and said softly, " before that I want to do this" and gently kissed Hermione on the lips, then snaked a hand out to the back of Lavenders head and pulled her girlfriend in for a more passionate kiss, Hermione watched as they broke the kiss and Lavender homed in on her lips. Soon a sort of intense 3 way kiss developed, then they rested their foreheads together as they fought to regain their breath. They started giggling, Hermione from the realisation she was happy being naughty as new avenues opened for her, and Parvarti and Lavender as the realisation that their new playmate was not as prim as her outward countenance would suggest and there would be no more secrets between them.
Parvarti encouraged the other two to fall back on the bed, and her nimble fingers started working on Hermione's pyjama top unbuttoning from the bottom up. Parvarti kissed Hermione's neck and breathed softly in her ear, "Relax, as I said earlier I want you, Lavender wants you, let us help you…" With that she undid the last button and revealed Hermione's chest and 2 very hard nipples sitting proud and hard on little firm mounds. As she worried one nub, Hermione turned her head with a gasp and Parvarti kissed her again… Lavender in the mean time had found her own target with her mouth and flicked Hermione's stiff and erect nipple with her hot tongue. Her free hand was caressing Hermione's tummy and belly button, the other hand was scrunched in Parvarti's hair, pulling Parvarti to Hermione's breast. Parvarti's hand joined Lavender 's and eased down Hermione's smooth belly slowly slipping between the elastic of her pyjamas and her skin. As her slim fingers descended they were surprised when they encountered a tuft of dense curly hair, and Parvarti toyed with the soft curls for a while, unused to them as she and Padma magically removed any trace between their legs and Lavender despite being an early shower in the bust department had only a hint of the hair to come, before sliding her middle finger across Hermione's hard clitoris and down into her dripping cleft.
A single experienced finger dipped into Hermione, her centre tight, hot and very very wet… before returning to the hard nub discovered earlier and started a gentle circular motion and was rewarded with a long sigh and then a gasp, as suddenly like a coiled spring, the evenings tension and excitement exploded from Hermione's body as she came with a loud squeal, followed by a series of pants as her body thrashed and arched as the orgasm hit. The combined sensation of 2 sets of lips on nipples and Parvarti's skilled finger was all too effective. The 2 witches either side of her eased back on their efforts as they knew from their own preferences, too much pressure during and soon after orgasm could too intense and gentled their efforts to help her ride the sensations, but not before Lavender's fingers had also sought out Hermione's centre and then played with her curls deciding she like them.
In time Hermione came down from the intense feelings and pulled her companions to her, dispensing kisses to them both, "Wow, its never been that good before…", as she started to giggle with her new relaxed state of mind.
"Glad to have given you 'a hand'" Parvarti laughed. She and Lavender then gazed at each other cross Hermione's chest, "we're going to have so much fun! So … now time I think for you to go to Harry, but before you go you need to practice the Silencio spelland Notice Me Not Charm. No point calling attention to yourself if you cum as noisily in his bed as you did just then." She explained, "then Lav and I can get back to bed and have our own fun, and thinking of you with him…"
The three witches slowly untangled themselves and Hermione carelessly rebuttoned her top, listening hard as Parvarti explained the wand movements and the wording of the spell and the charm. Once she had mastered them to the satisfaction of the other too witches, Parvarti slapped her bottom and shoo'ed her out of the dorm. "Go on off you go and enjoy yourself!".
Hermione took a few initially hesitant steps to the heavy wooden door to the dorm, then looked back at Parvarti and then Lavender, "why are you so keen on me going to Harry now? Why not wait?" she asked eye's slightly narrowing, " I sense a plan on your part, tell me!", she said crossing her arms and tapping her foot.
The pair squirmed a bit, the Lavender broke, " well you see, um … nothing bad, but … ahh … if you tame him, then you might introduce us to him and then …. Er if he trusts you, you could include us, maybe we might get some time with him and well a young coven growing together will be good for us all and not just because he is the famous Harry Potter but because it means we don't have to pack up with older witches who might not be as kind to us or their wizards" Parvarti who had been standing looking at Lavender stunned as if she had grown a second head, clamped a hand over Lavenders mouth.
"Hermione, I know it sounds bad when it is put like that, but…. I promise we are not using you, I swear it!"
The bushy haired witch stalked back, thinking hard and in moments had formulated her own plan, "we will 'discuss this later'", before pulling Parvarti to her and kissing her hard and before long was dominating the Asian witch one hand squeezing a cheek of Parvarti's bottom and the other squeezing hard the stiff nipple of Parvarti's breast before breaking the kiss and saying in a hard voice, "I am bossy, I am in charge and will be in charge of any coven, and you will submit" Wild magic suddenly burst from Hermione, dominating and subduing the 2 young witches.
"Yes mistress", they said simultaneously and instinctively, as Hermione repeated her actions on Lavender who then melted under the assault, crying out as she orgasmed.
As suddenly as it appeared the magic stopped and a calm descended. " Good", she gently kissed Lavender and then handed her to Parvarti before kissing the Asian witch. "Juuuussssst so we all know".
She strode from the dorm, paused at the door as she looked back and took in the scene a shocked Parvarti gaping at her, holding up Lavender who seemed to be boneless, " that is not to say I will not submit to Harry, but for now you 2 are mine and will be his in good time" with that she started descending the stairs to the Common Room, " if this works" she muttered under breath.
A small wizard was sitting on his comfortable 4 poster bed, his curtains drawn for his privacy and to avoid awkward questions from his dorm mates. Struggling with himself he sought to control the maelstrom of wild magical energy that seemed to be leaking from him, rattling the bed and his bedside table. He had had his own discussion with a few senior wizards, who had congratulated him on his saving the young witch, all except Percy who had sat in the corner muttering about 'respecting his authority' and was still annoyed with him about giving the prefects the slip to rescue Hermione. The other seniors quite rightly were ignoring Percy.
There was lots of good natured banter amongst the older wizards about saving a witch and the joys of having a witch indebted to you, but most of it flew over Harry's head being so young and having had an isolated existence. Being so new to the wizarding world, the culture, customs and practices seemed ever more bizarre the more he discovered, at the same time he knew that his own upbringing with the Dursley's also prevented him from knowing Mundane society fully either. This frustration and intense anger the injustice of his situation was what was driving his swirling magic as he sat on his bed as he sought to control his emotions, he could also feel as if someone was trying to dampen his magic, but it was having little effect and was adding to his irritation. He never wanted to be noticed, famous or at all stand out from the crowd, feeling better being unnoticed and observing his upbringing crushing in on him, but he had the sudden realisation that just observing was not enough he needed knowledge and understanding to put it in context. He knew he needed to learn and learn fast all he could about the magical world, it seemed full of traps for the unwary.
Looking down at his hands he could see the magic bunching around him waiting for a release, he felt on a knife edge. Suddenly he sensed another magical presence sneaking into the dormitory, his sense of self preservation and awareness of his surroundings that had saved him countless times from bullies at his previous school, coming to the fore. He gripped his wand, as the presence got nearer, it is end glowing as he pointed it towards whoever was approaching…
"Harry? ... Harry?", he heard whispered harshly, a bushy head of hair appeared at the same time through the drapes of the bed, Harry's eyes bored into Hermione as she climbed on to the bed wand tip inches from her forehead. "Can I talk to you…?" she faltered.
