7. Funerals part 2
As most of those who fought at the battle and most of the students had already left Hogwarts, dinner was a small, unceremonious event, which fitted Harry just fine. He then checked the schedule of the remaining funerals, making sure he could attend them all.
Harry noticed that the Weasleys had already left. "Don't you want to go and be with Ron?" he asked Hermione.
"He needs his family now and they need him. I would only be in the way. Besides, you seem to need my help much more."
Harry was not sure why, but he felt as if there was something more to this, something that Hermione didn't say, but he didn't know what that could be.
Harry was surprised to find Susan waiting for him as they returned from Dinner.
"How may I help you?" he asked.
"Can I move here?" she asked. "My home had been destroyed by Voldemort last year, and Hanna's family can't take me in now. I don't like staying alone in the Hufflepuff dorms either."
"I don't know if we have a spare room, but you're welcome to join. At most you'll have to share with one of the girls until we can find new quarters," Harry replied.
"Don't you know? Hogwarts will add accommodation as needed. I'm sure we have a room for her already," Hermione told him.
"How can you know?"
"It's written in..."
"Hogwarts, a History," Harry completed the sentence, gaining an elbow in his ribs and making the other girls laugh.
Sure enough, once they got in they found another bedroom ready and before they all retired to bed, Susan's trunk appeared at the foot of her new bed.
Harry wanted to hear some more of what had happened to his friends during his absence and Susan was eager to fill him in. Daphne, though, preferred to continue her task with the marriage contracts, feeling it was more important to rid Harry of them than to hear the stories.
A few minutes later, Harry was startled as Daphne cried "How dare they!"
"What is it?" he asked her.
"My parents! They sent you a marriage contract without even telling me. I knew they intended to make arrangements for me to marry somebody rich and powerful, but they had always let me feel as if my opinion would be considered before any such contract was offered, yet they sent you this..." she was waving the letter from her parents,"...and even added that horrible photo...", she clutched a photo of her wearing a swimsuit, being at least two years younger, "...without even bothering to tell me!"
"They could have felt it necessary to offer as soon as possible, before somebody else caught his eye," Hermione suggested an explanation.
"Would it be so awful to marry me?" Harry asked.
"It could be wonderful, had you been in love with me," Daphne answered, "but you're not and never will be, as far as I can see. I don't want to be forced into a love-less marriage, nor force you into one."
"My opinion exactly," Tracey added, holding her parents' contract proposal with the same disgust on her face.
"Are there any others we may know?" Susan asked.
"There are. Abbot, Brown, Vane, Spinnet, to name a few. Almost every eligible witch from fourteen to forty was offered to Lord Potter for marriage. Some even offered evaluation periods, so he could 'check the goods' before signing the contract."
Susan blanched at hearing her friend's name, yet felt thankful that having no living relatives to offer her in a contract, she was spared the humiliation.
"We should reject all the offers just the same. Whenever I marry, it will be with someone I love, someone I care for, someone I want to spend my life with, and not with some commodity offered for sale," Harry told the girls.
"We shall phrase the answers accordingly, but I also intend to write my parents a letter about the way they acted, that's sure!" Daphne said.
Tracey joined Daphne once again and they were busily writing the response letters, while Hermione and Luna found an interesting book to talk about.
"Would you help me set-in?" Susan asked Harry.
He looked around, unsure of the right answer, only to notice both Hermione and Daphne nodding encouragingly. "Sure, why not?" he said, following Susan to her room.
As he had already suspected, the help Susan wanted concerned two heated bodies mingling with each other. Susan was eager to repeat the act of that first night, and he wasn't really reluctant about it either. He was even glad to experience sex with the busty Huffelpuff when fully in control and not when awakened from deep slumber.
"I just want to be sure you made me pregnant," she told him while undressing. "Besides, I also liked it a lot. Even when half asleep, you were still tender and considerate. It's just right to let you fully enjoy it, while I'm eager to try it again."
Having already gained some experience and not being overly excited by her nudity, Harry made sure to give Susan utmost pleasure even before plunging in. His hands roamed her body, caressing and teasing all her sensitive spots, followed closely by his lips and tongue. He made her reach orgasm even before penetration. Susan thanked him by caressing his body with her ample tits and giving his manhood some extensive licking and sucking, before directing it to where she wanted it most.
Harry was engulfed by her moist tightness, enjoying it just as he had the first time. Susan was much more responsive, though. With no hymen to worry about, she moved freely, making Harry feel more of her with every move and letting her enjoy the act in ways she couldn't previously. They didn't rush it, though. Both wanted to get as much as possible out of their union. Susan was already enjoying sex as she had never dreamed possible. She was now hoping it would get her pregnant, if she wasn't already, and also hoping for many repeats, at least until Harry would find the one he wanted to settle with.
By the time Harry finished "helping" her, the other girls had already retired for the night.
Harry got ready for bed and then slipped between the sheets, ready for sleep. He was surprised to find another warm body in there. "Tracey! Why are you here?"
His question seemed to wake her from slumber. "I just thought I'd like to wake up besides you. Daphne said it was very nice," she mumbled, turning around and falling promptly asleep again. Harry didn't really mind. He spooned close to her and fell asleep feeling content.
The following days went quite the same. Harry and Hermione would attend two or three funerals each day, usually accompanied by Luna and Susan, and sometimes by Daphne or Tracey as well. They would return to the castle for lunch and then go to the afternoon funerals. Luna took it upon herself, and was soon helped by Susan, to cheer Harry at Lunch, while Daphne and Tracey did the same during the evenings.
Harry was surprised when the Patil twins joined. "Harry, we need your help," they told him at dinner, a few days later.
"What kind of help?"
"Our parents want to send us to India to get married to men we've never met before. We feel that's not right."
"But how can I help you? They're your parents."
"Take us under your protection. We shall pay with our virginity, making us unfit for that contract marriage."
"Won't that make me practically betrothed to you?" he wondered.
"Only if you want it. Virginity is a magically recognized price for protection and as such, no retribution is expected."
It was a no-brainer. Just having the opportunity to see these two gorgeous girls naked was more than worth it. Yet they also wanted to shag...
His quarters adjusted, just as Hermione said it would. Two additional bedrooms appeared, and the dining area was also enlarged.
The Patil twins didn't trust the Slytherin girls at first, yet were willing to help them with writing the response letters for the marriage contracts which kept arriving each day in a seemingly unstoppable flood. It only took a few days for the twins to warm up to the other girls and they soon became good friends.
Harry didn't rush consuming his new rights with the twins, yet they seemed very eager. Parvati, having known him better during their studies, was the first to invite him to her bed.
"I want you to destroy my hymen completely, making it impossible to repair," she told him.
"Daphne told me there are ways to restore it nevertheless, so she wanted me to make her pregnant, assuring her unfitness for a marriage contract," Harry told her.
"I hope I don't need to go to such extremes. There are ways to identify magically or surgically replaced hymen and the Indian magical community is very strict about virginity. My parents wouldn't dare fake my virginity if I tell them I've lost it."
She then started undressing in very sensual motions. She was still half dressed when her teasing made Harry as hard as he could remember ever being. Noticing his predicament, Parvati removed the rest of her clothes at once and cast the contraceptive spell on herself before starting to undress Harry.
He was entranced. Nude Parvati looked like an exquisite bronze statue, with perfect tits, perfect hips and a perfect, glistening opening just below an untrimmed triangle of black hair. She was simply delicious. Any hesitations Harry might have had would have vanished at the sight.
He made love to her with passion and tenderness, almost worshiping her perfectness. She didn't even flinch when he broke through her barrier. She just urged him to move deeper and faster until they both reached climax.
Padma repeated the same performance a day later. The only difference Harry could find was Padma's trimmed pubic hair, compared with Parvati's untrimmed. They even felt exactly the same once he was within. Had he not felt the barrier, he could have thought it was the same girl once again.
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