Close Encounters Of The Sexual Kind

"Harry?" Mildred opened the door and slipped inside the room.

"Millie?" Harry looked over from where he had his feet up on the writing desk. The top button of his shirt was undone, and he was sipping from some Firewhiskey – the bottle within easy reach. "Come in and sit yourself down" he gestured at the seat that had formally been in Hermione's room. "Drink?" and he glanced over at the bottle which filled a second glass on its own.

"How much have you had?" asked Mildred. "We're fighting for our lives tomorrow" she pointed out.

"I might die tomorrow, but I'm sure as hell not going to do it sober. Its bloody dangerous I tell you!" Harry laughed and handed Mildred the glass. She hadn't had any at Christmas, but decided that as all hell was going to break loose the following day she might as well start. "So what brings you to my room at this late hour?" Harry asked as Mildred downed her glass in one and started choking.

"We might die tomorrow…" Mildred said, and she stood up and faced Harry. "You saved my life a couple of times now, and I owe you a lot and I've been thinking of ways to pay you back. You know that I don't have a lot of money, so I decided this was the best way…" and she pulled the top of her nightdress down and allowed it to pool around her feet before stepping over it. Harry's eyes had gone past the Mir space station, took a free spin past the Moon and was on course for Saturn's moon of Titan before his mouth had returned to a closed position. Mildred was wearing nothing under the now discarded nightdress but a thin and lacy red bra with a matching thong.

'This Harry Potter has encountered a terminal error and needs to be rebooted. Do you wish to send God an error report?' was the first thing to go through Harry's mind. His complete surprise was misinterpreted by Mildred, and she started crying thick and fast.

"I messed everything up again didn't I?" she asked. "I should have known you're still upset over Hermione's death, but I come in her and offer myself as some kind of… of… some kind of slut!" and she shrieked the last word out in disgust at herself. "I'm not even very pretty at all, and I should have known that. I really am the worst witch at the school… Now all I've done is ruin our friendship. I understand if you don't want to talk to me anymore…" she replaced her nightshirt and went to the door, but a hand on her shoulder turn her around. Mildred was pulled into Harry's chest as he held the girl as she sobbed at what she believed was a mistake she had created.

"Mildred, you haven't messed things up" Harry said gently. "I was just surprised – and a little shocked – at what you just did. But you are wrong you know, Millie. You are one very smart, very funny and VERY beautiful young woman" Mildred pulled away from Harry and looked at him with a frown.

"Are you playing with me?" she asked.

"I would never do that" Harry assured her. I've fancied you since the day I saw you, but it is also true that I loved and cared for Hermione deeply. Perhaps we may have gotten married and lived a long life together, but that is all in the past now and will never happen. I suppose you could call what we have had 'dates', so Mildred Georgina Hubble would you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?" Harry asked. Mildred stared at Harry in amazement before nodding softly and crying a few tears of joy and happiness.

"Yes…" she whispered quietly. "Yes please. I'd like that very much" and Harry dipped his head down and kissed Mildred on the lips for a full minute.

"I don't think we'll be needing the nightshirt" he said quietly. He led her gently to the bed as they gently kissed and touched each other's bodies in an intimate way for the first time.

Harry's clothes came off first so that he was only in his boxers, and then he slowly removed Mildred's nightshirt. He looked at Mildred and got the permission he wanted and delicately removed her bra and thereby released her breasts from their prison. They were not that large, but then again they were not too small. The cool night air hardened the nipples almost at once, and Harry lowered his head and took the left nipple into his mouth and gently sucked. Mildred gasped at the new sensation, but soon learned to like it, and she moaned in delight as Harry moved over to pay her other breast the same treatment – running his finger over the left nipple and areola. When Harry was satisfied, he ran his hands down Mildred's sides and she shivered in delight. She looked down and kissed Harry passionately, and they engaged in a bit of tonsil tennis until both were ready for a new step. Mildred could feel herself soaking wet through her thong, and she was sure Harry could see and smell it as well. She pushed Harry down onto the bed and bent down and did the same to his nipples as he had done to hers. One different thing though was that she remembered Harry mentioning he squeezed his, and so she did it to him now – eliciting a gasp at the sudden pain. When she was done, the girl's hands went south to the waistline of Harry's boxers and then they suddenly started shaking. With a look at Harry's reassuring nod and smile, Mildred pulled down the boxers and freed Harry's enlarged and hardened member. She was startled by the length and size of it, and Mildred was wondering how the hell she was going to get it inside of herself. She knew that that area could stretch to accommodate such things, but Harry's member surely qualified for its own time zone on account of the size.

"Okay?" asked Harry.

"Yeah" Mildred said, and she looked up to meet Harry's gaze.

"We don't have to do this you know" he told her. "I'm not going to force you into this" but Mildred shook her head.

"I want this" she told him, and then removed the thong to reveal her inner core.

"You're beautiful" breathed Harry. He reached out a hand and ran his fingers over her outer lips, and Mildred shuddered as the sensation went up her spine. It was like the time she had turned into the crystal ice statue what seemed like a lifetime ago. Without thinking, Harry slipped one finger and then another into his girlfriend's folds – feeling the little hair that there was against his fingers. He moved them back and forth whilst Mildred was feeling slightly light headed from the pleasure she was receiving from Harry. She rocked back and forth in time with Harry's fingers – covered in her juices - until she came with an almighty scream that ripped out the room and down the corridors.

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Miss Hardbroom heard the scream, knew at once it was Mildred Hubble's voice, and transported herself to the room of the girl. When she wasn't there, she went to Harry's and found both Harry and Mildred engaged in sex.

'Well, Mildred, it seems we've got a subject you can excel in. A+ I think. That's something Ethel can't beat you in' and she transported herself away whiles still invisible.

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"Gods… that was amazing" Mildred panted heavily as she came down from her orgasm.

"Well I am supposed to be gifted in many ways…" Harry said with a grin, and then was surprised when Mildred bent her head and took him inside her mouth. As her head went up and down, she ran her tongue along Harry's length and used it to circle the tip of the even more hardened member. It twitched a couple of times as it responded to the attention given to it, and Harry could only wonder where she had learned what to do and from where. Harry just lay there with his eyes looking at the sight of Mildred bobbing up and down enthusiastically on his shaft, and using her hands to pump it at the same time. Then he felt a sensation building at the base and he knew instantly what was going to happen.

"Millie… I'm gonna cum…" he said urgently.

"Ivft mupfh knowth" Mildred spoke with a full mouth. Before Harry could pull her head off himself, his gave one last twitch and then Harry felt a release as his seed burst into Mildred's mouth. The girl's eyes widened in surprise, but she continued to bob up and down and take in as much as she could. It was too much though, and she pulled up and started coughing and spluttering. Harry's semen dripped from Mildred's mouth as the girl looked up to meet her partner's gaze. "Was I good?" she asked.

"You did it perfectly" Harry said, and he flicked his hand and Mildred's face was clean once again. "Are you alright though?" he asked with concern.

"I'll be alright" said Mildred as she nodded, "I just thought I could swallow it all" and Harry assured her that for her first time she had done better then anyone could have expected. He pulled her close to him and the pair cuddled up under the duvet.

#

Miss Amelia Cackle, Headmistress of Cackle's Academy of Witchcraft, sat in her office with the only other remaining staff member – Constance Hardbroom. Neither of them spoke very much, and this gave Amelia more then enough time to think about the battle that would take place the next morning. Whilst it was true that she had had to defend the school many times previous, the woman had to face the fact she may well be called upon to take the life of another living person. That thought had made her very much ill, but Hardbroom had pointed out that the Death Eaters and the hangers on would be under no such problems. Whilst she had been in a number of fights in her younger days, the one thing that concerned her right now was the fact that she would be facing off against her own sister. There was no doubt that Agatha would try to either enchant her or simply kill her sister and take over the school for use in the perverted Dark Arts. It was true though that Cackle's taught the pupils many of the dark spells so they could recognise them and cast appropriate shields for defence. Now the headmistress faced the likelihood that she would be using those spells in anger.

"Perhaps you should go to bed" suggested Hardbroom, but Miss Cackle shook her head.

"I couldn't sleep – not with this going on" she said. Hardbroom thought of something and then handed her friend and employer a small bottle of a bright red substance.

"A sleeping draught" Hardbroom said. "I was going to take one myself. This will give you seven hours at least of a dreamless sleep" and Cackle took it, thanked her friend and then went off to her quarters. Hardbroom finished her tea before heading off to her own rooms. Normally there would have been alarm bells ringing from her mind at the thought of leaving the castle in the hands of a handful of graduated wizards and witches, plus seven witches in training as well as Harry. Of course they had surveillance equipment around the castle, and a two hour watch put on it. They had changed Hardbroom's opinion on the more modern technology somewhat, and the normally icy teacher had been given to the idea that the cameras could stay if they won the battle. She passed those that had managed to escape the Ministry and other places, and she nodded at them politely as they did to her. As she entered her quarters, Hardbroom wondered which side her old tutor Mistress Broomhead would be on – Light side or Dark side? The answer to that question was going to come a lot sooner then she thought.

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Drusilla had offered to relieve Ruby early, and she sat watching the screens with Ethel sat on her lap. Both girls had their shirts undone and Ethel had one hand on Drusilla's chest and was feeling her soft and round breasts as Drusilla did the same to her. Ethel was happy and content to be in the arms of her girlfriend, and she was glad that Drusilla understood her and didn't reject their friendship over her revelation that she was a lesbian. It had surprised her to learn that Drusilla was bisexual and had been for a while, and it was puzzling to think she never knew that fact about her friend.

"An hour left" remarked Ethel.

"Not so much as a twitch" Drusilla said, and kissed the top of Ethel's head affectionately. "Ethel…?"

"Mmmm?" Ethel mumbled as her hair was stroked by her girlfriend.

"If we both get through this, howabout we get married?" Drusilla asked softly.

"Two girls can't get married – you know that" Ethel told her.

"True" replied Drusilla, "And I was thinking about this when I spoke to Harry. He said that we could get bonded to each other, and then it would be very much like being married to each other. Of course we wouldn't have some of the legal rights, but we can make our arrangements with that bank of Harry's" she said. Ethel turned her head to gaze into Drusilla's eyes, and she could feel the love radiating from them.

"You'd do that for me?" she asked quietly.

"Eth, I'd break the Witches Code for you if I had to" and Drusilla put her head down and kissed Ethel lovingly on the lips. Once they had been relieved on the watch, the pair went to Drusilla's room to explore how much they loved each other.

#

"Are you finished yet?" asked Katie.

"Almost" replied Fred. All of the escapees from the fall had gathered in the chanting room with their brooms. It was the informed opinion that they would either need to attack from the air or make a fast getaway from the school. If that was the case, then the brooms needed to be in as tip top shape as possible. Each broom lay in its component parts and was being serviced thoroughly, put back together once more and then given a coating of resin. They had a quick flight around the outside of the castle in order to ensure everything was correct before landing. Once Fred's broom was finished, he did the test flight before landing and joining his fellow Quidditch players.

"Have we heard anything else about who might have escaped?" asked Oliver.

"A few" said Alicia bitterly. "Radio Death Eater gave out a notice that all muggleborns are either to be captured or killed on sight. The Ministry issued a termination order to the Aurors who have refused to surrender. Mostly everyone we know would have been at Hogwarts when everything kicked off. Nearly all the students have been confined to their Houses – minus the purebloods of course. The place has a ring of Dementors around it, and with all those Death Eaters inside…" the girl trailed off in anger.

"If only we could get into Hogwarts and free the students" said Angelina, "Then we'd have enough people to hold the castle until we get the remaining free Aurors as a defensive measure. The only flaw is that Voldemort will come in force to retake the place and kill Harry" and there was some serious thinking going on.

"Our main problem is getting those Dementors away from the castle" George pointed out. "If we could create a diversion of some kind, then we could at least remove one problem" but Oliver hit upon a flaw.

"If Dumbledore is as good as he is supposed to be, then he'll have the wards around the castle set to not let anybody not an Order member or a Death Eater through. How the hell do we get past such a defence?" he questioned.

"Harry will come up with something" said Fred confidently.

"More like Hermione" Oliver muttered. "And speaking of which, isn't it odd that we haven't seen her at all?" and the others looked a little uncomfortable. "What's up…?" asked Oliver with concern.

"Hermione was killed by either Death Eaters or Order members dressed like them a few months ago" Alicia said sadly. "I guess you didn't hear about it" she added.

"Merlin… How did he cope?" asked Oliver. He was a little cut up at both not knowing, and the loss of such a brilliant young and promising witch.

"He didn't" George told him.

"But I think Harry should tell you about it" put in Fred.

"Lets get some rest" said Angelina.

"It's my turn on the watch" said Katie, and she headed off to relieve Ethel and Drusilla – noting the state of undress of the pair as she did so.

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Harry lay on his bed with Mildred to his left, Maud to his right, Ruby and Jadu curled up by his feet, and Enid laying in between his legs. Eventually the girls had each come to his room and given themselves to Harry freely, and Harry had been in bliss as he lay back and thought of England, Scotland, Wales, Northern Island and the rest of the Commonwealth After each orgasm, he felt a little bit more in tune with his magic, and he had a sneaking suspicion that the girls had given up their virginities in some kind of sex based magic ritual to boost his power by a large amount. For the first time since Hermione's death Harry felt secure in his life, and he realised that it was the love that the girls had given him over the previous eight hours. Slowly though, night became a grey dawn and they all woke fully and prepared for the attack. Harry and the girls showered, dressed in their armour and went down for breakfast. It turned into a meeting of everyone capable of fighting, and a series of plans was made.

"I want that shield up the moment they start firing spells" said Harry. "As for you and your team mates, Oliver, I want you to be ready to take off and distract them from the air. Make strafing runs at them, but don't put yourselves into more then reasonable danger. I want us all to come out of this in more or less one piece. Fred, George? I want you two to fly around the area and drop the runes so those bastards can't apperate or portkey away" and the twins nodded.

"What about us?" asked Harry's female former team mates.

"You three fly as cover for the twins" he said. "They'll have to fly out of here, and we have enough Anti-Aircraft fire to cover that if needed. Whatever happens, we will not be letting them get away. Leave the one that looks like Miss Cackle to her – Agatha is hers and hers alone. Take prisoners if possible, but don't hesitate to use lethal force if you need to. We're soldiers in a war now, and the main aim of a soldier is to defeat the enemy and return home alive" and with that everybody split up and went to their designated areas of the school. At precisely nine, a dozen spells flew out of the woods and hit the walls of the castle. The shield went up at the same time that the Weasley twins and their cover left to do their most important task.

The opening shots had been fired in the counter attack of the 2nd Dark War

A/N:

Before anyone comments, at the time the HP books were set, the Mir space station was still in orbit, so I am correct in that regard.

This chapter dedicated to XRadierV17, diimortal, joemjackson and Margaret Luna Sullivan