Not Go Gentle

by cloneserpents

As the world and everything he knows dissolves into chaos and anarchy, Voldemort's plan to destroy Harry Potter is realized. Post HBP VERY DARK/DEMON HARRY – HAREM HP/HG/SB/DG PLEASE READ WARNING!

11. Chapter 11

Not Go Gentle

by cloneserpents

Part Eleven

Standard Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters are property of J K Rowling, Warner Brothers, Bloomsbury Books, Arthur A. Levine Books, Raincoast Books, Scholastic publishing (et al.) and are used without permission. This work was written purely for noncommercial entertainment; no money is being made.

Title comes from a Dylan Thomas poem: "Do not go gentle into that good night"

WARNING: this work contains depictions of sex (heterosexual, lesbian, bi-sexual, and group acts with both consensual and nonconsensual sex scenes), graphic violence (including but not limited to torture, murder, mutilation, rape, and more). These actions will happen TO and be performed BY major canon characters (both protagonists and antagonists). This is a horror story so readers should expect evil activity from canon characters.

Summary: War wages on and Voldemort proves why he is the most feared wizard. Harry struggles against Voldemort's tyranny even with something horrible lurking inside him. Post-HBP. Pairings HP/HG/SB/DG DARK HARRY.

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While Pansy was still unconscious, Draco walked briskly through the halls of his Master's castle. As he passed his fellow Death Eaters, he greeted them with a curt, yet respectful, nod of his head, which they returned. The blond wizard took great pride in the fact he had earned his compatriots' respect. When he had first arrived at the castle, he lived his life in fear from the other Death Eaters and their threats. But now, after a series of successful attacks on Muggles as well as being selected by the Dark Lord to accompany Him in the attack on Hogwarts, Draco was finally treated properly by his peers, as was his due.

He continued his trek deep into the dungeons of the castle. A strong odor of various potions brewing assaulted his nose. Draco knew Professor Snape was in his laboratory.

The greasy black haired wizard was hunched over a cauldron as it gave off a faint bluish glow and had not noticed Draco entering. The young wizard rapped his knuckles lightly on the door frame to announce his presence.

A ghost of a smile graced Snape's thin lips.

"Draco," the Potions Master welcomed him warmly. "Come in, please."

"I'm not interrupting, am I?" Draco asked politely.

"No, these are relatively simple potions," Snape said, glancing over his different caldrons. He looked back at his former student. "It is good to see you, Draco."

"It's good to see you too, Professor."

"You are no longer my student, Draco. Please feel free to call me Severus."

"Thank you, Severus." Draco beamed with pride. His former Head of House, a wizard whom Draco respected immensely, was treating him as an equal. "May I ask you some questions regarding potions, Severus?"

"Don't you wish to catch up first?" the wizard looked down his hooked nose at Draco. "I haven't seen or heard from you in months. Perhaps we can discus the weather or some other trivial aspect of everyday life?"

Draco eyed Snape suspiciously. The older wizard had a bitter tone to his words.

"What is it, Severus?" he asked. "What's bothering you, old friend?"

"'Old friend' am I?" Snape openly laughed. "I never knew you could be so pretentious. I was blind not to see it before."

Draco was stunned into silence.

"I overlooked your arrogance at school, mistaking it for confidence. But now I see that you are nothing more than a spoiled little boy thinking he is a man," Snape said with a sneer.

"I am a man," Draco snapped back.

"Why? Because you snuck into my laboratory to steal a love potion so you could use Miss Parkinson like a toy?" he asked incredulously. "Or do you consider yourself a man because you've become adept at Muggle Hunting? Tell me, Draco, is it the raping of the weak and powerless what makes you a man?"

"How... how did you know about that?" he asked, shocked that Snape had discovered such personal things about the young wizard.

"Rumors," Snape said with a disapproving frown. "Even down here in my dungeon, I hear things. I had hoped they weren't true; that you weren't low enough to sneak into my lab and steal a love potion like a common rapist. And I had hoped you would only participate in Muggle Hunts when it would cause our Master's enemies harm, not merely for your own sick pleasures."

Recovering from the initial shock, Draco snapped back; "I'm a Death Eater! I'm neither 'sick' nor 'low'!"

"You are a thug," Snape retorted poisonously. "You're nothing more than a mindless weapon. That is not what your parents and I were honing you for."

"I am doing our Master's work!"

"Are you really?" Snape chided. "Do you think the Dark Lord appreciates your actions with Miss Parkinson? That you turned one of his servants into a personal sex slave? And tell me; how is going out on random Muggle Hunts and raping prepubescent Muggles beneficial to our Master? Are your targets crucial to the Muggle government? Do their deaths cause the Ministry of Magic grief? Or do you perform these hunts just to satisfy your personal desires? Clearly the latter is the case, for if you had done the hunts for our Master's honor, you would've cast the Dark Mark and the targets would have been more than little girls and their families!"

Draco could no longer bear to look at his former mentor. The wizard he respected was berating him as if Draco was a petulant child. Snape's tirade was not baseless; Draco knew this. The things Snape reprimanded him for were indeed done for Draco's own pleasure, not for the Dark Lord.

"Your parents and I trained you to be a true servant to the Dark Lord. Someone he could rely on, not some cannon fodder of a brute that he would send out to simply to be killed," Snape continued. "Personally, I had hoped you would've turned out more like your mother, a skilled and valuable Death Eater, rather than your aunt who is nothing more than a crude weapon."

"How dare you say that Bellatrix isn't valuable to the Dark Lord?" Draco asked, surprised to hear anyone speak in such a way about his aunt.

"Bellatrix is a rabid dog, nothing more," Snape said venomously. "Her sole purpose in this world is to cause harm. It just so happens that our Master uses her passion for his own needs. In counterpoint, your mother is a true benefit to the Dark Lord. She is intelligent and graceful; capable of carrying out our Master's wishes in a more precise way. She operates with surgical precision, whereas Bellatrix is a common thug, granted a skilled one, but a thug none the less. If the Dark Lord requires information, your mother could procure it through skill, cunning, grace, and charm. Whereas your aunt can't gather any useful intelligence as her only ability is killing."

Draco suddenly remembered the most recent task the Dark Lord had ordered his mother to do: prepare witches for Potter. The young wizard did not think this showed poorly on his mother. However, Draco knew anyone could've prepared witches to be the demon's sluts, including the witless Crabbe and Goyle. There was no skill, cunning, charm nor grace in training witches to lie on their backs. Clearly, Snape had an exaggerated view of Draco's mother and her place in the Dark Lord's ranks.

The blond wizard then recalled the fine work Bellatrix had performed on Potter in order to prepare him for the ritual. The artful scars on the half-blood were nothing short of a masterpiece. In Draco's mind, it took far more skill and talent to cut those intricate designs in Potter's skin than it took to teach witches to be plowed like whores by a demon.

Draco also recalled his pride when the Dark Lord himself requested that he should join his inner-circle in the attack on Hogwarts. Their Master had chosen Draco that day. Any of the new recruits could have picked out virgins for the sacrifice, but the Master had picked Draco. Clearly, the Dark Lord valued Draco as a Death Eater.

With these thoughts in his mind, Draco found his strength. He looked boldly at his former professor and said; "Obviously, you and I have different opinions on what it takes to be a good Death Eater."

With a newfound sense of pride, Draco walked out of the dungeons. He was a Death Eater; he didn't need Snape's help.

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The sun filtering through the windows of the hut woke him up well before Susan. Harry watched the witch for some time as she slept. The wizard knew he was now more than strong enough to sit up without any exertion. Instead of sitting up however, Harry propped himself up on his elbow so he could watch Susan sleep.

She looked so peaceful and beautiful; he reasoned with an internal chuckle that was what angels must look like. Her lips fascinated him. Susan had large, full lips that begged to be kissed. The way the corners of her lips curled up slightly told Harry she must've smiled a lot. But tiny, faint lines on the edges of her mouth gave Harry the impression she spent a fair amount of time frowning as well.

Slowly, the witch began to stir. She wiggled her body, partially to shake her sleep off and yet, at the same time, to fight the urge to awaken. Susan, with her eyes still closed, opened her mouth wide for a long, drawn out yawn. When she finished her yawn and closed her mouth, Harry leaned down and kissed her lips. Susan moaned in surprise, but quickly recovered and returned his kiss. The two worked their lips and tongues on each other for several moments. Susan's body tingled with excitement as did Harry's. He could also feel his demon feeding.

After finally pulling away, Susan commented while wiping the sleep from her eyes, "That's not a bad way to wake up."

"No, it isn't."

"How long have you been up?" she asked, looking up into his bright eyes.

"A while now," Harry answered casually, "maybe fifteen or twenty minutes."

"And what have you been doing all this time?" she asked, grinning. "Have you been playing with my titties while I was sleeping? I wouldn't blame you. Hell, I'd do it too if I were in your place."

"No, I've been watching you," he replied.

"Just watching?" she asked. She realized his eyes had not left her face the entire time they spent talking. He was looking intently at her eyes, lips, nose, and cheeks. Susan started to fidget nervously. "No, don't... don't look at me."

"Why not?" he asked with his eyes locked on her face.

"Because I look wretched," she stated. "My eyes are all puffy and my make-up is runny."

She made to get up, but Harry placed a hand on her shoulder and gently held her in place.

"Harry, please, let me get fixed up," Susan pleaded.

"Why? You're perfect the way you are right now," he said smiling softly.

She was about to argue, to say that he did not mean what he said and was just being kind. But then she saw no lies or cover-ups in his eyes, those soulful eyes that Hermione had boasted about so often. He was telling the truth.

With her own eyes sparkling, she said; "You are so getting bonus points for that."

"'Bonus points'?" asked Harry with a chuckle. "We're working on a points system here?"

"Oh, yes, definitely," she returned his laugh.

"And what do these points get me?"

"Rewards," Susan said. Her face was so warm that she was positive that she must have been blushing madly, "such as a new set of robes, books, sweets... blowjobs."

"Robes and blowjobs, huh?" asked Harry slyly. "What kind of reward can I get with the points I have now?"

Cocking one eyebrow, Susan replied "It ain't gonna be a set of robes."

She placed her hands on Harry's shoulder and pushed him gently back so he was lying on the bed. She got up and straddled his stomach. Slowly, she crawled backwards. Her large breasts dragged down his torso and belly. The cruel scars that crisscross his skin tickled her nipples, making them hard. The red head didn't stop crawling until her face was over his genitals.

Susan took her time playing with Harry. She first started out by kissing every inch of his skin around his groin. Then she placed soft, gentle kisses on his testicles and growing manhood. Next, she began licking him in long, slow motions. Harry groaned when she finally took him in her mouth.

After of few bobs, Susan removed herself from his rod. While she stroked his shaft with her fingers, she eyed the organ with respect.

"Remind me to fetch a measuring stick next time, Harry," she requested.

"Why?"

"I want to be certain of your size."

"You want to be certain?"

"Yes; it's all about bragging rights, you know," she said smiling before returning to the task of stimulating the wizard.

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During her shift at the Ministry, Hermione ignored the reports that kept gliding onto her desk. It would do no good to file them; nothing was ever done with the reports. So instead, she spent her time going over the books she retrieved from her flat. Some of the tomes covered charms and potions intended to increases one's strength of will or self control and resolution, but these were simple things. With their limited effectiveness, Hermione doubted they would do any good for Harry's dilemma. But she was willing to try everything, no matter how small, to help Harry.

One of the books she read intently. It would not help Harry in his predicament with Voldemort, but it did cover how to cast the Fidelius Charm. During the previous night, as she lay in bed with Daphne, Hermione came to the conclusion they were not safe in Hagrid's hut. If Voldemort decided to thoroughly check the grounds of Hogwarts despite the threat of Acromantulas, they would be easily found. And Harry would be captured. She decided that the "security" the giant spiders provided wasn't enough and an extra level of protection was necessary to keep Harry safe. In her mind, the Fidelius Charm, which would magically hide the hut and everyone who was in it, would do just that.

Once her shift was over, Hermione made her way to the lobby and waited for Daphne to join her. As she waited, Hermione went over the Fidelius Charm once more, which was redundant as she had already memorized it.

Fifteen minutes later, Daphne finally showed. Hermione closed her book and smiled at her lover.

"You ready to go?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah," Daphne returned with a smile of her own.

As they made their way to the community floo, Hermione remembered how they had made love the night before. Each of their touches and kisses were frantic and desperate. Both wanted to show how much they loved one another through their actions. After a particularly long love making session, the two fell asleep in each other's arms. It was a bittersweet night; their fears and doubts had hung in the air about them.

The two witches arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, waved at Tom and headed straight for Diagon Alley. Hermione and Daphne walked directly to Flourish and Blotts.

"Okay, let's split up," Hermione suggested after they entered the magical bookstore. "We'll look for anything that deals with strengthening the will, Occlumency, and exorcism or anything that might expel a demon. I know getting rid of the demon is a long-shot at best, I don't want to rule anything out just yet."

"Got it," Daphne said and headed to the back of the shop.

Hermione browsed row after row of books. Picking up any that might help Harry sever his connection with Voldemort or even expunge the demon from her friend. After half an hour, Hermione had eight heavy tomes ranging from exorcism to Occlumency cradled in her arms.

"Are you picking up more reading material to waste even more time at work, Granger?" a cold voice sounded behind her.

Hermione turned to find Martha standing a few feet away.

"Oh, hello," Hermione said nervously. "What a pleasant coincidence to see you here, Martha."

"Don't give me that," the older witch sneered. "I followed you here."

"Why?"

"To reprimand you, silly girl," Martha said coldly. "You wasted an entire day with your nose buried in books. There's a stack of reports as tall as me that piled up today because you were too busy catching up on your leisure reading."

"Does it really matter if they're filed or not?" Hermione shot back. "It's not as if anything will be done with them. The reports just sit and collect dust while the people we are supposed to protect are suffering."

"It's not your place to question your duties," Martha snapped. "You're paid to do a job, and you are expected to do it."

The older witch looked at the books in Hermione's arms and warned; "I better not see any of those at work tomorrow. Or by God, I'll toss you out on the streets."

Hermione eyed Martha angrily as the older witch walked out of the shop. The brunette huffed and grabbed "Occlumency; Myths and Facts; by Pius Wormington" off of the shelf and added it to her stack.

A few moments later, Daphne joined Hermione, and the latter's mood improved greatly. The dark haired witch had six large books floating behind her. She was holding something behind her back, obviously hiding it from Hermione.

"What do you have there?" Hermione asked.

"A few books," Daphne said, knowing full well that Hermione was not asking about the books floating behind her. "A few on Occlumency, one on will exercises designed to help increase spell power, but I thought it might help. And one book on exorcism."

"That's nice," Hermione said with an eyebrow raised. "But what's behind your back."

Daphne smiled broadly and pulled a small book out and showed it to Hermione. The brunette's eyes widened.

"Sapphic Tales; Journeys in Witchly Love?" Hermione read the title in a whisper.

"It's brilliant!" exclaimed Daphne. "It's chock full of poems and stories." She paused and opened the book to a marked page. "And a few inspirational pictures as well."

Hermione eyes bulged even more. A small painting of two very attractive women intertwined graced the page. The image made the brunette's heart race excitedly.

"I figure we can try this tonight?" Daphne offered with a knowing grin.

"Um, that would be nice," Hermione admitted.

Daphne sauntered up to her lover, leaned close so that she was a breath's distance away from her ear, and whispered; "Or we could try it right here."

Hermione was about to protest when Daphne kissed the soft spot right under her ear. She let out a soft moan as her lover pressed her lips on her sensitive flesh.

"No, baby," Hermione whispered, "we can't. Not here."

"C'mon, the book got me randy," Daphne protested and looked deep into Hermione's eyes. The brunette's nose crinkled cutely in disapproval, just as Daphne had wanted when she suggested the ludicrous idea of public sex.

A startled gasp alerted the couple to someone nearby. They spun around and found Ginny Weasley standing at the end of the row. Her face was beet red in embarrassment. Her wide eyes darted from Daphne, to Hermione, and to the books in the brunette's arms and in particular, the book dealing with lesbian erotica Daphne held.

"What the hell are you doing here?" snapped Daphne.

"I'm sorry... so sorry! I was... I was shopping for a baby shower gift for Mafa-" Ginny blurted out before dashing out of sight with her face buried in her hands.

Hermione was bursting with conflicting emotions. Seeing Ginny had brought up the pain of their lost friendship and memories of her brother Ron, which made Hermione both sad and angry. But Ginny's slipped news of Mafalda's pregnancy cut through her. Ron was going to be a father. Hermione could not find words to describe her rage and sorrow. The rapist was bringing a new life into this world. Adding to her pain, she remembered, at one time, she had wished to have been that child's mother.

"Let's just go," Hermione sighed.

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For the last hour and a half, Susan had busied herself by making everything 'presentable'. She conjured some simple clothes for Harry: drawstring trousers and a baggy jumper. Even though she knew Hermione had accepted the fact that she and Harry were shagging, Susan didn't want to flaunt it. And having Harry remain naked seemed like a reminder of their new situation. Susan then made damn sure her appearance wouldn't give away any hints. She made it a point that her hair wasn't mussed in the slightest, make-up was clean and un-smudged. She went as far as to magically press her robes, so they didn't look like they had been chucked to the side during a shag-session —which they practically were. Harry chuckled as Susan readjusted the sheets covering his body for the fourth time in ten minutes.

"It will be okay, Suze," Harry said comfortingly. Harry spent the better part of the afternoon trying to reassure Susan. But the witch was still nervous. "You'll see."

Hermione and Daphne approached the door of the hut. The brunette was relieved she did not hear any sounds of love making coming from the small house. She been worried she would've heard Susan groaning loudly in the throes of passion. With a deliberate, loud knock, Hermione announced their presence.

Susan opened the door. Harry could immediately feel the tension between the three witches. Just by their expressions, he was able to discern they were apprehensive; each worried about what to say around each other. He could also tell that Hermione and her lover were on edge. The way they stood next to each other, within inches but not touching, gave Harry the impression they were slightly nervous around each other; as if they just had a fight and were sharing an uneasy peace.

"Hi you two," Susan greeted them with an anxious smile.

"Hey," Daphne returned, just as nervously.

Hermione opened her mouth to say hello, but a frog developed in her throat. When she opened her mouth again, she didn't greet Susan, but rather said; "We need to talk... in private."

"Um... sure..." Susan muttered.

Susan turned to Harry and he reassured; "Don't worry. I won't listen in."

"I'll stay here," Daphne offered. She knew what her girlfriend was about to do and knew that Hermione would not want an audience.

Once the two witches were outside the hut, Hermione turned to Susan saying, "I'm sorry. I was out of line yesterday. I lashed out at you because... it reminded me of what happened... It was unfair of me to do so. What you did with Harry was nothing like what … like what had happened to me.

"We all felt the demon calling; Daphne, you, and I all had desires. I'm still embarrassed by some of the thoughts I have..." Hermione blushed madly. "Had! I meant 'had'. In all honesty, it was only a matter of time before one of us would've given in to it."

A weight was lifted from Susan with Hermione's words. The red head knew her friend was still upset over the incident with Harry. But hearing Hermione not only forgave Susan, but admitted she too might have done the same thing made Susan feel happy and a little justified.

"And I've realized that my anger didn't just come from that. I... I was a little... this is very difficult for me to say," Hermione said with shame. She felt as if she had to explain her actions. Hermione knew it was irrational to be jealous of Susan; she herself was with Daphne now. But she still felt a pang whenever she thought of Harry with Susan.

When she had admitted being jealous of Susan to Daphne the previous night, it been done in the heat of the moment. It had simply slipped out. But now, talking calmly and rationally with Susan, Hermione found it hard to express herself. "It wasn't just anger over you sleeping with Harry when he was comatose... I... there was..."

"You don't have to say it," Susan said softly. She felt tears well up in her eyes. What Susan worried about had come true in a way. It was clear Hermione admitted, to herself at least, she was in love with Harry. Hermione was clearly trying to tell Susan that she was jealous because of her situation with Harry. Susan was filled with conflicting emotions; she was happy over the fact Hermione had forgiven her and that the brunette had come to admit her feelings for Harry. At the same time, however, Susan felt low and dirty because she was with the man Hermione loved.

Hermione, too, had tears shimmering in her eyes. With a small, sad pout, she asked, "So, are we still friends?"

Susan let out a happy sob and cried, "Can we please?"

Inside the cabin, Daphne smiled as the two witches hugged. She still felt angry over Susan's molestation of Harry. But she, like Hermione, came to realize it was going to happen, one way or the other, thanks to the pheromones or magics pouring off of Harry. Daphne also came to realize she too was jealous, not so much that she wanted Harry — which she'd be a fool not to admit; he was gorgeous, brave, and kind — but because she still wanted Susan deep down inside. She loved Hermione more than she loved anyone before; but a part of Daphne still held out hope of being with Susan; her dream witch. And now that the beautiful red head was with Harry, Daphne was jealous of the wizard.

"Are they arguing?" asked Harry from his bed.

Daphne was pleased to see him sitting up. He had gained a few noticeable pounds since the previous night. Hermione was right; it was for Harry's health to allow Susan to be with him.

"You can't hear them? Didn't you hear the Acromantulas in the castle?" she asked in response.

"Yes, but I didn't want to pry," Harry replied. "So I'm focusing in on you so I can't hear them. Hope you don't mind."

"No, they're not arguing. Hermione and Susan are reconciling," Daphne told him with a genuine smile. She didn't like to see Hermione overly angry.

She was about to comment on Harry's sudden weight gain when her thoughts became lost as she looked at him. The bed sheet was pulled up to his waist and he was wearing a loose fitting pullover; obviously conjured by Susan. A part of Daphne yearned to tug his top off and devour him with kisses. She wanted to take in his masculine scent while batting the tip of her tongue over one of his nipples. At first, Daphne tried to convince herself these thoughts were created by the Pryapux Demon inside Harry; that the demon's power had made the desire. But the black haired witch quickly acknowledged she was lying to herself. The demon aspect of Harry was only encouraging these lustful thoughts. He was, after all, a very attractive young wizard.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked when Daphne's expression went blank. When she didn't respond, Harry grew concerned for a moment until he could smell her arousal, wafting to his nose like an exotic perfume. It was intoxicating. He wished he had enough strength to walk to the slightly built witch, take her into his arms, and crush his lips to hers.

The two were brought out of their thoughts as Susan and Hermione, both with puffy eyes from crying, came back into the hut.

"Are... are you two alright?" Harry asked, forcing the idea of Daphne to the back of his mind.

"Yeah, loads better," Susan said wiping tears from her cheeks.

"You'd better head to work, Susan," Daphne said, shaking her sudden arousal off. "You're already late."

"Oh, don't worry. My boss loves me," Susan said casually. "We chat all the time. If I'm late, I just apologize and he'll accept it."

"That would be nice to have a supervisor who doesn't hate your guts," Hermione commented. "Martha despises me."

"She's a cunt," Daphne added.

"Sorry about that," Susan offered. "Do you want me to start a rumor about her? You know, say she's been skimming off the top of the Muggle Relation's budget?"

"No, she isn't worth the effort really," Hermione replied. "Before you head off to work, I have to tell you something. We'll be casting the Fidelius Charm on the hut tonight just as an extra precaution."

"That sounds good," the red head agreed.

"I take it I'll be the secret keeper?" asked Harry.

"Yes," Hermione answered. The brunette addressed Susan. "It will take a few hours to cast. When we're done, I'll have Daphne drop off a note from Harry so you can return here when your shift is over."

"Okay, I'll see you three later," Susan said to her friends and Harry.

As Susan walked out of the hut, she felt a slight tug. The pull wanted her to be close to Harry. It wasn't strong or even demanding, but it was there, like a thought in the back of her mind. The red haired witch closed her eyes and Apparated to the Ministry.

"Is the Fidelius Charm difficult?" Harry asked, ignoring the small yearning to have Susan back in his arms.

"Not overly," Hermione said as she pulled a book out of her bag. "It does take some time to set up, placing runes about the area affected and such. The spell is complete when the secret keeper performs six incantations. The first five deal with blocking the hut from the senses; hearing, sight, sound, touch, and just to be on the safe side, taste in turn. I honestly don't think anyone will be looking for you using their tongue, Harry, but its part of the Fidelius Charm, so it has to be done. The sixth incantation is a little difficult; it removes the hut from everyone's memories. No one will have any recollection of this hut once the charm is in place. And since our memories; mine, Daphne, and Susan's, about this place deal with you being in it, we won't remember you being in here until you tell us the secret. The Fidelius Charm won't activate until you finish the sixth and final incantation."

Over the next four hours, Hermione coached Daphne on where to place the runes and instructed Harry how to perform the different incantations necessary to cast the charm. While Hermione demonstrated the proper wand movement to Harry, Daphne's actions had caught the wizard's eye. She had squatted down to draw a rune by the fireplace and in the process, exposed a length of her shapely leg to him. Her milky white flesh seemed so inviting; Harry wanted to kiss her thigh and run his tongue up the inside of her leg, up to her sex. His organ quickly rose up while he imagined holding her legs open and licking her flower.

Hermione noticed Harry's distracted state. She followed his gaze, which was fixed on her lover's leg. A familiar tingle spread through Hermione's body when she saw his manhood rise up out of the corner of her eye. It pressed up against his trousers proudly. Idly, she thought she couldn't blame Harry for being turned on by Daphne's legs; they were gorgeous after all. The shiver grew in her, and she licked her lips as an image of Daphne's wonderful legs wrapped around Harry's waist entered her mind. An ache formed in her as she wondered what Daphne would taste like with Harry's cum mixed inside her.

Daphne looked up, feeling a pair of eyes on her, to find both Harry and Hermione eyeing her lustfully. The dark haired witch gulped in fear. She was not afraid of those stares, but she was overcome with some kind of anticipation. A part of her wanted Harry and Hermione to have their way with her. That was what frightened her.

With a slight wobble to her knees, Daphne stood up and decided it was time to place the runes that went on the outside of the hut. After the distraction of her lover was gone, Hermione returned to tutoring Harry.

Once the runes were in place and both Hermione and Harry were confident he had memorized the incantations, they began casting.

"Daphne, you better stay outside," Hermione requested. The dark haired witch had not yet returned to the inside of the hut for fear of giving into temptation. "I'll stay in here with Harry. Once he tells me the secret and after he writes a note for you, I'll come out and give it to you.

"Now I don't know how Daphne and I will react," the brunette said to Harry. "The Fidelius Charm will effectively remove the hut from our minds. And, as I said earlier, we won't know why we're here." She turned back to Daphne and said in calm voice, "Just try not to panic when you're out there."

The dark haired witch nodded and left the hut. She stood just on the other side of the door and leaned against it.

Hermione sat next to Harry and handed him her wand. She said, "Start whenever you're ready."

"All right, here goes," Harry replied and began to wave his wand about just as Hermione instructed. He went through the first five incantations with relative ease. The sixth one, the part dealing with memories, was far more difficult. It took eight tries to accomplish, even with Hermione's help.

Once he finally finished, he felt a wave of magic pass through him and then through the hut. The runes placed in specific points throughout the inside of the hut began to glow brightly. The runes appeared to be on fire. The light they were giving off hurt Harry and Hermione's eyes. Then runes disappeared, as if absorbed by the small building. Everything returned to normal. That is, everything returned to normal for Harry.

Daphne found herself standing in the field just outside of Hogwarts. Panic started to set in. What the hell was she doing there? This was madness! Acromantulas were crawling all over the place and she was just standing there like some damn fool. She was about to bolt, when she remembered she and Hermione came here together. They had come to help Harry, but that didn't explain why they had come to the Acromantula infested castle. Hermione was nowhere in sight. Had she gone into the Forest? Or worse yet, had she gone back into the castle where the giant spiders were in force? Chewing her lip and wringing her hands in dread, Daphne began to look in every direction, trying to catch sight of her lover.

Inside the hut, Hermione was looking around in a growing panic. She didn't know where she was and couldn't focus on anything. All the colors and shapes were marred and blurred into a headache inducing mess. Her ears were filled with an annoying buzzing sound. The only thing that she could see, the only thing her mind could focus on, was a door several feet away. She felt a compelling, almost terrifying, urge to leave this place, whatever it was. With her heart pounding away frantically, she made to get up, to somehow find a way out of this nightmarish place, when she felt a slight pressure on her face.

Harry cupped Hermione's face gently. Her eyes were wide with fear and doubt, looking about the room frenziedly. As he held her face, Harry wondered if she had the same look of terror and uncertainty when Ron hurt her. Had she begged him to stop, whatever it was. Did she wonder why he was doing it? Bile crept up his throat at the thought of what Ron must have done to Hermione. It pained Harry to see her this way. How could Ron, his best mate, do something to such a wonderful person?

"Hermione, you're in Hagrid's hut," Harry said comfortingly. "We're in Hagrid's."

Suddenly, everything snapped into focus. Hermione remembered everything. She looked into Harry's bright eyes and she smiled.

"It worked?" she asked.

"Yeah, it worked," he answered.

Hermione was taken by the look in his eyes. They were full of concern and compassion, but also a touch of anger. She could tell, somehow, his compassion was for her, but the anger he felt was directed at someone else.

"Are you okay?" she asked and placed her hands on top of his which were still cupping her face.

Harry took in a breath and inquired, "What did he do to you?"

Hermione didn't need to ask whom he was referring to. She didn't understand how Harry knew something had happened; she knew neither Daphne nor Susan would've said anything. With painful memories of her rape filling her mind, the witch tried to pull away, but Harry held onto her face; his grip was surprisingly strong, yet gentle.

"What did he do?" he repeated.

Tears sprang up in Hermione's eyes. "I... I... not now, Harry. You're too weak..."

"Balls," he said firmly. "What the fuck did he do to you?"

Hermione's lip trembled pathetically. She couldn't bring herself to tell him; as if the act of speaking about the rape would be as bad as the assault itself. She knew it would not only hurt her to speak about it, but it would hurt Harry as well. No, she realized, she wouldn't tell him, not at least now. With a newfound resolve, the witch stopped her lip from quivering, but still unable to stem her tears. Hermione stated, "I won't tell you. Not until you're healthy."

"Hermione-" he pressed.

"HERMIONE!" a frightened voice screamed from outside the hut, interrupting Harry. "WHERE ARE YOU?"

"Oh, hell," Hermione muttered. She shot up and dashed to her bag. After rapidly retrieving a quill and parchment, she begged Harry, "Here, write the secret so I can give it to Daphne."

As he scribbled a short note, Harry said, "We're not finished with this."

"I know," Hermione said with worry. Not only for her girlfriend wandering around outside, but also finally telling Harry that Ron raped her.

x

x

Susan knew she was lucky. Most supervisors in the Ministry were utter bastards, like Hermione's boss. But Susan's supervisor, Albert, was a complete sweetie. When she arrived for her shift, a full twenty minutes late, the elderly wizard brushed off her excuse and said with a wide, toothless grin; "It's okay, young lady, it's not like there's much to do around here nowadays."

For the next four hours, Susan worked on filing reports. It was a pointless job now that the Ministry had severed all ties with the Muggles. She hadn't been on a call to Obliviate any Muggles for months. But if the government wanted to pay Susan for not really working, she'd gladly take the money.

As she mindlessly went about the mundane aspects of her duties, Susan noticed she could still feel Harry, even though he was hundreds of miles away. If she focused, she could that he was getting aroused; she smiled, wondering if Hermione or Daphne had done something to attract his attention. Perhaps a bit of cleavage had been accidentally revealed, maybe his eyes lingered on one, or both, of their bottoms. It was odd; she didn't feel jealous Harry was attracted to either Hermione or Daphne, which puzzled Susan. Normally, if she was with a bloke like she was with Harry, she'd be mad as hell if she caught them even glancing at another witch. She reasoned as long it was Daphne and Hermione, she'd be okay with Harry looking at them. They were her best friends after all. But then she realized he wasn't just looking, he wasn't just aroused. He was so turned on that his manhood was becoming hard. Through their connection, she could feel his pressure grow. And yet, Susan still wasn't bothered. She frowned as she tried to evaluate her emotions. Was the reason she wasn't upset over Harry's arousal was that Daphne and Hermione were lovers and therefore wouldn't do anything inappropriate with him? Or was it something else?

Just when Susan was about to take her meal break, she suddenly forgot where Harry was. It was as if someone had reached into her brain and snatched the memory right out of her. She could remember the time she spent with him, but she couldn't recall anything about the place itself. She couldn't think of anything useful about the location Harry was at. All she knew was that it had walls and a bed; she couldn't even recall the color of the walls or even the size of the bed.

An hour later, Daphne showed up in Susan's office. She handed Susan a note, which she quickly read.

"Harry is in Hagrid's hut."

Susan let out a shuttering laugh as the memory of the hut returned to her. Turning to her friend, Susan said, "That was weird... almost scary."

"You weren't outside the place when it disappeared," Daphne pointed out. "All I knew was there were hundreds of Acromantulas in the castle and I had no idea why I was there. When Hermione came out and gave me my note, I was about to head up to the school, thinking she went up there for some reason."

"Okay, that was scarier," Susan commented. The red head pulled her wand out of her robes and tapped it against the piece of parchment. The note disappeared in a flash of fire.

"What are you and Hermione going to do tonight?" Susan asked. What she really wanted to know was whether or not her two friends still hated her for her actions with Harry, but she couldn't bring herself to ask.

"Well, this is really the first night in a long time we can spend alone," Daphne said. "Last night, we had a row."

"About me?" asked Susan, fearing the answer. She hoped that she didn't drive a wedge between the two lovers.

"Kind of, in a way. I didn't know why she had let you stay with Harry last night. She explained her reasons, but then our argument turned down another path," Daphne said.

"You mean Harry, right?"

"Yeah," Daphne answered. Despite Hermione's reassurances, the skinny witch still feared her lover would leave her.

"Is everything okay with you two?"

"Oh, yeah, we got it all out and everything's fine. After our row, we had great make-up sex," Daphne said, not even believing the words herself.

"If you need anyone to talk to, I'll be there for you if you want," Susan offered.

With a quiver in her lip, Daphne replied, "That'd be nice. But I think Hermione and I will work it out."

She wasn't lying about talking to Susan. Even though she was still upset at the red head for succumbing to the demon in Harry, Daphne missed having talks with her best friend. And as she looked at curvaceous witch, Daphne recalled the lie she told herself the previous night; she was not over Susan. Regardless of the fact Daphne was truly in love with Hermione and would never leave her lover, Daphne still wanted Susan. The petite witch wanted to be able to make the red head smile and moan. And this want made Daphne feel low; such thoughts were inappropriate and selfish as she was with Hermione and Susan would never be with another witch.

"How about I take the day off from work tomorrow," Susan offered. "That way you two can spend some time together."

"That'd be brilliant," Daphne replied.

The two witches hugged before heading to the lobby and then Apparating to the hut. Hermione said goodbye to Harry and left with her lover.

Once they were alone, Susan pulled out a measuring ruler from her robes.

"What is that for?" Harry asked as the voluptuous red head sauntered over to his bed.

"I'm going to use it to spackle the walls," she answered sarcastically, waving the ruler around for effect. "I'm gonna measure that big hunk of meat you have. 'What is that for', honestly."

"I thought you were joking this morning."

"No, I wasn't," she smiled. "This is for prosperity and for bragging rights. If it's over ten inches, I'm going to make a magical button, flashing lights and all to show every one what an epic willy you've got."

x

x

Voldemort was in a furious mood. He just received a note from his spy; the mudblood had Potter! The spy had come across the Muggle-born in a bookshop and noted Granger had books on exorcism. The only reason Granger would have such books is if she knew about the ritual. The witch had the boy hidden somewhere. And Voldemort had no clue where that hiding place could be. From everything he knew about the mudblood, she more likely than not placed his pet in a house or building protected by the Fidelius Charm. And it was logical to assume she wouldn't be dim enough to make herself the secret keeper. So, kidnapping her in order to find Potter's hiding place would be pointless. Because of the Fidelius Charm, she'd be unable to reveal the secret. No, he'd have to lure Potter out.

He considered laying a trap for the bitch at her home. He could easily send his followers out, and the moment she appeared, they'd snatch her up. Potter, being the foolish hero he was, would reveal himself. Then, Voldemort would get his pet.

The Dark Lord smiled to himself as a wicked thought came to him. Why risk his own loyal followers when he could easily arrange for the Ministry to do the work for him. It didn't matter who flushed Potter from his hiding place in the long run, so to speak. Once Potter was in the open, Lord Voldemort would have his prize.

x

x

Over the next few days, Harry gained even more weight and strength. Soon, Harry was able to walk short distances with the aid of a cane. His stamina also increased greatly as well, much to Susan's enjoyment. The pair would have sex several times a day.

As for Hermione and Daphne's relationship, they were still on edge. Hermione tried to convince Daphne she'd never leave. But at the same time, the brunette's need for Harry continued to grow and grow.

x

x

"What a day," Arthur Weasley announced as he walked into his home. Molly, Ginny, Ron, and Mafalda were sitting at the table, waiting for the family patriarch to join so they could eat dinner. "Those silly Muggles tried to nab me while I was out investigating a call."

"What?" Molly blurted out.

"Yes, those Muggles, the ones with the ele-trik guns, they came charging at me from all sides," Arthur said while spooning some peas and corn onto his plate.

"Oh, Arthur, that's horrible," Molly wailed.

"It wasn't all that bad," the old wizard said comfortingly. "I kept my wits about me and I was able to Apparate to safety easily. No real harm done. It's not like they could've done anything to me. I did have my wand after all."

"Those Muggles are a nuisance," Molly stated. "They try to snatch up decent wizards and witches left and right when they should be hunting Death Eaters."

"They don't know any better," her husband said. Brushing the unpleasant conversation aside, Arthur addressed his daughter-in-law. "How was your baby-shower, dear?"

"Oh, it was fantastic," Mafalda said with a glow. "Thank you so very much for the bottle of Madam Beebe's Diaper Rash Ointment. And Ginny gave me this wonderful book called 'How to Speak Baby Babble'..."

As Mafalda prattled on about the presents she received, Ron noticed his sister giving him an icy glare. He shot her a puzzled look.

"Excuse us," Ginny said to the rest of the table while still focusing on Ron. "But my brother and I have to talk."

Ginny shot up and walked out of the Burrow. Ron shoveled a mouthful of kidney pie in his mouth before following her out.

"What is it?" he demanded, wondering why Ginny was mad at him this time.

"She's still free," Ginny stated.

"Who's still free?"

"That bitch, Granger," Ginny snapped. "I saw her the other day at Flourish and Blotts. Why isn't she in Azkaban?"

"What do you mean?"

"She tried to get you nabbed by those Muggles, remember," Ginny argued. "That bitch should be chucked in Azkaban."

"Listen, I'll deal with her," Ron said bitterly.

"Oh yes, you're doing a bang up job of that," Ginny replied, her voice dripping with cruel sarcasm. "I'm certain you've made the bitch's life a living hell —much like she did to yours."

"I said I'll deal with her," he repeated.

"Why don't you deal with her by reporting the cunt?" she asked. It was clear to Ron by her tone Ginny believed it was the only choice; to do otherwise was stupid. "Turn her arse in to your superiors. Remember, the Ministry passed all those laws to protect us from the Muggles and those that work for them. You're in the M. L. E., so you know the law. Use the law to make her pay!"

"You wouldn't understand," he said, turning his back on his sister.

"Then make me understand. Tell me why you won't do the easy thing and have the Ministry take care of her."

Ron blurted out; "Because I'm a man!"

Ginny leveled her eyes at him before speculating, "Let me see if I've got this right: you don't want to report Granger tried to get you captured by Muggles because it will be somehow admitting you're not a man?"

Ron frowned while nodding curtly.

"Well, then, let me inform you about our favorite Muggle-born," Ginny said with a vile smile. "She's moved on from you and is sleeping with someone else."

"Who is it?" he asked. Ron wondered if the bitch would cry "rape" with her current boyfriend like she had with him.

"Daphne Greengrass," she answered.

Ron's brow furrowed. "Wait... Greengrass? You're telling me she's with a witch."

"Greengrass may be as flat as a twelve year old boy, but she's still a witch," Ginny said with a nasty grin.

"Hermione's gone dyke?"

"With a passion," she affirmed. "I saw the two of them standing way too close to be 'just friends'. And they were almost kissingwhile reading some trashy book about witch on witch love. I've heard some rumors about the two of them around work for a while, but what I saw confirmed it."

Ron pondered over this for a moment. He realized he wasn't all that upset his bitch of an ex was now a lesbian. In all honesty, he didn't care what she did with her life. As long as she stopped trying to ruin his life, she could be the biggest whore in the land, sleeping with countless witches and wizards, and it wouldn't affect him.

"Big deal," Ron announced.

"What? How can you say that?" Ginny asked. "Don't you see what she's doing? When the Slytherin slut finger bangs her, I can guarantee Granger is thinking about you."

"Why?"

"To fucking mock you, you stupid dunderhead," Ginny scolded. "Whenever Greengrass sticks her fingers in her quim or licks her cunt, I'm positive Granger thinks about how she fucked with you. How she controlled you," she added, and Ron's blood began to heat up with anger.

"And when she cums, I'm sure the Muggle-born tramp thinks about how you're not man enough. She's probably crowing about how you weren't man enough to please her when you two were together. And how you weren't man enough to stop her from ruining your life. She's still has control over you. I'd bet that Granger not only laughs at you behind your back, but is sure to be telling tales about your inadequacies," Ginny concluded.

Ron felt like hitting something very hard at that moment. Even if Ginny was only half-right, it still infuriated him to think about how Hermione viewed him. To Granger, Ron was nothing more than a toy to be played with and mocked. And if Ginny was correct about the bitch spreading lies, Ron would be a laughingstock before long.

"The first thing you do tomorrow when you go to work is march right up to your supervisor and report that bitch," Ginny said firmly. "That way, you'll show Granger you're a man not to be fucked with. And you will look good in your squad's eyes by enforcing the law. It'll prove to them that you belong among the elite."

Ron grimaced as he nodded once more.

x

x

While Hermione read over several books on Occlumency that were scattered about her desk, Daphne strolled into her office. Leaning against the doorframe, Daphne asked, "Won't your boss be cross you're not filing those reports?"

Hermione huffed. "Like it matters what I do with these reports. It's pointless to file them. Nothing will be done with the reports anyway. Martha knows this; she just likes pushing me around. I guess it gives her a thrill to have power over someone."

"So, fuck Martha?"

"Yes, fuck her," Hermione smiled.

"I stopped by to tell you I won't be able to help you with our friend tonight," Daphne stated, cryptically referring to Harry. "Mum and Dad want me to have dinner with them."

"That's good," Hermione responded. "Do they know about us?"

"No, they don't," Daphne said with a hint of shame she wasn't brave enough to tell her parents about her wonderful witch. "They're open-minded and all, but they still want me to give them grand-babies. I think they'd freak if they knew I was with a witch."

"My parents are the same way," Hermione said as she collected her books. Her shift was about to end and was planning on heading directly over to the hut. "I'm positive my Dad's had a dream about walking me down the aisle and shaking the hand of my husband-to-be since the day I was born. Telling him he'd be shaking the hand of my wife-to-be would be somewhat hard for him to take at first."

"Well, I have to stick around past my shift today; a lot of work piled up. Then I'll pop over to my folks. And unlike some gorgeous witch I know, I can't just leave the reports alone," Daphne said coyly while gesturing to the stack of papers in front of Hermione.

"You're just jealous," Hermione returned.

"Damn right I am," Daphne chuckled. "I wish I didn't have to work."

An hour later, after Daphne finished her extra work, she headed to the lobby to Apparate to her parents home. She mashed the call button on the lift and a few seconds later, the doors opened. To Daphne's disappointment, Martha, Hermione's boss, was standing in the lift.

"Ah, just the person I was looking for," the older witch greeted Daphne.

"Me? What for?"

"I have a message for your girlfriend," Martha stated.

"My girlfriend?" asked Daphne. To her knowledge, her and Hermione's relationship was a secret. "You must be mist-"

"Don't be coy with me, you dyke," Martha snapped.

"How dare yo-"

"Tell your finger-banging buddy she's out of a job," Martha interrupted. "I warned her before that if she didn't do her job, she'd be out on the street."

"I really don't like your attitude," Daphne shot back.

"And I really don't give a fuck what you like, rug-muncher," the older witch returned cruelly. "You can report my comments if you want, but I've got tenure here. I'll tell them it was a slip of the tongue. They'd believe me, not some snot-nose little witch like you."

Daphne stared daggers at the old bitch. She hated to admit it, but Martha was right; with the older witch's connections, there was nothing Daphne could do about her crude comments or actions. The Ministry ignored such complaints.

"Go run along and tell your labia licking girlfriend she's been sacked," Martha said with a dismissive wave of her hand. The older witch exited the lift and walked past Daphne.

The dark haired witch stepped into the empty lift and snarled "BITCH!" as the doors closed.

x

x

Hermione knocked on the hut door as she had grown accustomed to. She still feared walking in on Susan and Harry during an intimate moment. After a small wait, Harry opened the door.

"Evening," he greeted her.

"Hi, Harry," she said, stepping into the hut. "Hullo Susan."

"Hiya," Susan returned as she picked up her bag. "I have to rush off. Albert, my boss, is sick. We have a supervisor from another department covering his shift. Unfortunately this one isn't as forgiving as Albert. If I'm late, I'll be in trouble."

The red head walked briskly up to Harry and gave him a peck on the cheek. She turned and placed another light kiss on Hermione's cheek before dashing out of the hut. Susan waved before disappearing with a pop.

"What's on the agenda tonight?" Harry asked as he walked to a chair with the aid of his cane.

"Some more Occlumency training. I haven't found anything useful yet on expelling the demon," Hermione replied while digging the numerous books out of her bag. "You've been making some great progress."

"Oh, yeah, I've been able to clear my mind once," he said sarcastically. The training had been difficult, but it was still infinitely better than the lessons he had with Snape. Instead of only barking "Clear your mind!" like Snape had, Hermione had come up with a few simple exercises to help him achieve that state.

"No, you've done it more than just once, Harry," Hermione corrected. "Besides I picked up a Muggle book on meditation," she added, still pulling book after book out of her bag. "The point of some forms of meditation is to clear one's mind, so I think it could be beneficial for us to study."

Hermione paused and looked over the books stacked on the table. A second later, she curse, "Damn it."

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"I forgot the damn book on meditation," she answered. "I was planning on that book being the key point tonight, and I forgot it at my flat."

She turned and looked at Harry. "I'll be back in a second."

"Wait," Harry implored. "Let me go with you."

"Why? I'm just going to Apparate to my flat, grab the book and be back in a flash," she stated.

"I'm going barmy in here," Harry told her. "I've been locked up in here for days and days. All I see everyday are these four walls."

"Harry, I'm just going to my flat. It's nothing special," she pointed out. "Why would you want to go there? All you'd be doing is trading these four walls for the four walls in my flat."

"Yeah, but they'll be different walls."

"What if Death Eaters are watching my place? You show up there and we could be attacked," she argued.

"If Death Eaters were watching your flat, they would've made a move by now," Harry countered. "Tell you what; put me under a Disillusionment Charm. That way if anyone is watching your place — which I doubt — they won't see me."

Hermione worried her lip as she thought over his request. Harry had been getting restless and she couldn't blame him. He had been stuck in this dingy hut for a long time. Any change, no matter how small, would be welcomed.

"All right, we'll do it," she answered and Harry smiled brightly. "Not only will I put a Disillusionment Charm on you, but I'll go against polite behavior and we'll Apparate directly into my loo. There are no windows in there so there'll be even less of a chance of anyone seeing you. Once I check the rest of the flat, you can venture around a bit."

"Thanks Hermione. I appreciate it," he said, grinning even broader. It made Hermione glad to see him smile.

x

x

Ron followed his sister's suggestion. It had been difficult for Ron to admit to his supervisor that Granger tried to ruin his life again but he forced himself to do it. Once he was finished, Wright began giving orders. Wright told Ron to take two other M. L. E. offices and wait for Granger outside her flat to arrest her. Wright didn't want to do it at the Ministry because it could've caused a scene. Ron knew the real reason Wright decided to avoid the publicity. If Granger was arrested at the Ministry, people would talk. And soon, Ron's shame of being toyed with would have been known to everyone. For this, Ron was grateful to Wright.

So, Ron and his fellow officers waited patiently outside of the flat Granger shared with her girlfriend. They planned on placing her under an Anti-Apparation Charm the moment she Apparated in front of them.

"She's late," Bagshot complained. "Her shift was supposed to end a half hour ago."

"Knowing Granger, she's probably stopped somewhere to buy more books," Ron said snidely, recalling her stupid fascination with books.

"This cunt really has it in for you, doesn't she?" Stevens asked. "First she accuses you of rape, the whore. And then she breaks the law by trying to have the Muggles nab you."

"Yeah she does," Ron said bitterly. He wanted to say his coworkers didn't know the half of it. That Granger is mocking him every time her dyke slut goes down on her, he thought bitterly. But he was too ashamed to admit this degrading secret to them. "I'd be grateful if this doesn't get out, blokes."

"Don't worry, mate," Bagshot said while slapping Ron on the back. "Not a word."

"Wait, I heard something from inside," Stevens whispered and he leaned forward so his ear was pressed against the door. "She just Apparated directly into her flat."

"How rude," Bagshot commented. "No one does that, not even into their own place. Fucking Mudblood snubbing our traditions."

Ron was momentarily surprised he wasn't appalled that Bagshot had used such a foul and loathsome term. He quickly came to realize Granger, of all people, had earned the title of a mudblood.

x

x

As Tonks filled out her mundane reports, Kingsley Shacklebotl walked into her office with a concerned look on his face.

"Hey, Kingsley, what brings you here?" Tonks asked without emotion, knowing full well the answer.

"I went to talk to Wagner-Frost about going the Order, there was a Dark Mark over his house," he informed her.

"Shite," she groaned. Tonks let a bit of her emotional shield down and allowed a portion of the guilt and sorrow that constantly filled her to bubble up to the surface. Tonks hoped that it looked like to Kingsley that she was genuinely upset over the news.

It was important to keep up appearances for the witch. Otherwise, the spy Voldemort had, or rather the spy besides Tonks herself, would report back to their masters and Tonks' parents would suffer.

"We're going to hold another Order meeting tomorrow night," Kingsley said. "It looks like we've got another spy in our midst."

Tonks turned deathly pale.

x

x

After placing Harry under a Disillusionment Charm, Hermione brought him to her bathroom through side-along-Apparition. The charm did not turn him invisible, but rather transparent. She couldn't see him clearly, but she could see the blurry outline of his form. Hopefully if anyone was watching from a distance, they wouldn't be able to see Harry.

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine," Harry said, soothing her nerves.

"Let's go get the book," Hermione said and led him out of her bathroom and into the bedroom she shared with Daphne.

Harry could smell the two witches' lovemaking. It hung in the air, teasing him. He paused and took a deep breath, letting Hermione's and Daphne's scents wash over him.

"Why are you stopping?" Hermione asked. "Are you tired? You haven't moved much lately, so I wouldn't be surprised if Apparating was draining on you."

"Yeah, just a bit," he lied.

"Okay, you wait here," offered Hermione. "I'll go fetch the book. It should be on the kitchen table."

Harry watched her as she walked out of the room. His eyes were fixed on her firm bottom as he took another deep breath. The aroma was intoxicating and made him light headed. He could pick out Hermione's distinctive scent from Daphne's and he wanted to evoke that aroma from her; to make her wet.

As Hermione retrieved the book, she remembered she and Daphne had made love just that morning. And knowing Harry had a heightened sense of smell, she realized he would be able to smell the musky odors that gave proof to their activities. Harry wasn't tired from the trip; he was staying in the bedroom so he could take in her and Daphne's scent of arousal. She found herself wondering if he was turned on by it, if his manhood was swelling up just by the scent of their sex.

Reaching down between her legs, Hermione touched her cloth covered groin. The thought of Harry being aroused just by her scent was driving her mad.

Suddenly, the door to her flat burst open with a bang. Ron stormed in followed by two M. L. E. officers. The shortest of the group waved his wand and Hermione felt a slight pressure descend on her, clearly an Anti-Apparition Charm.

"What the fuck are you doing in my home?" Hermione shouted. "Get the hell out of here!"

In the bedroom, Harry began to make his way to the parlor. He knew it wasn't Death Eaters that had forced their way in. If the intruders were Voldemort's followers, Hermione would've immediately started yelling hexes. Regardless, Harry felt he had to help Hermione. However, due to his still weakened state, he had to move slowly.

"Hermione Jane Granger, you are under arrest for willfully placing another magical person in mortal danger," one of the officers said.

"What the hell are you on about?" she demanded. Hermione wanted very much to rush up to Ron and dig her fingernails into the tender flesh of his cheeks and rip his skin off.

"When you sicced those Muggles on me," Ron answered smugly. "That was against the law and I'm sending you to Azkaban where you belong."

Harry tilted his head out of the bedroom. He had heard Ron's voice. A part of him hoped he had misheard the red haired wizard and he had not just threatened Hermione. Sadly, he was wrong.

"You must be joking," Hermione said. An urge to drive her knee so hard and fast into Ron's manhood that her leg would go numb from the blow sorely tempted Hermione.

"No, it's high time that I pay you back for what you did to me," Ron stated boldly.

"What I did to you?" she asked incredulously. The anger of having her rapist accuse her of a crime made Hermione's blood boil. Her hands shook with rage.

"Yeah, remember, you tried to get me chucked into Azkaban," Ron snapped, "accused me of rape, even though you were fucking begging for it the whole time."

In a snap second, Hermione's blood chilled. She turned back to her bedroom and saw the faint outline of Harry's Disillusioned head in the open doorway. Not only didn't she want him to find out this way, but she was certain Harry was enraged. And in his weakened condition, Hermione knew it wouldn't be good for Harry to get worked up. She saw the blur begin to move.

"No, don't," she implored the transparent Harry.

"Who are you talking to?" one of Ron's associates asked.

Harry felt bile burning his throat. Rape! Ron had raped Hermione. A part of him knew what had to have happened when he realized Ron had hurt her, but he wanted to deny it. The thought was too appalling to consider.

Now, as Ron stood there, threatening Hermione, Harry felt fire in his veins. Not only had Ron forced himself on Hermione, he was now threatening her. Ron had to be put in his place. He deserved to be punished.

Instinctively, Harry tapped into the power offered by the demon. Harry dropped his cane and sprinted at the three wizards. He reached them in the blink of an eye. Like a bolt of lightning, Harry threw his fist, striking the wizard to Ron's left in the face. He could feel the wizard's bones crumple beneath his fist like the shell of a fragile egg. As that wizard started to fall backwards, Harry reached out and grabbed the other unknown wizard around his shoulder and threw him into the air.

Ron had no time to register what was happening. First Stevens' face was crushed and then Bagshot was flying through the air like a rag doll. His body crashed into the wall head first and slid down, leaving a thick trail of blood. Then Ron felt something wrap around his neck like a vice.

Harry squeezed his hands around his old friend's neck. He wanted to crush his throat, to feel Ron's veins rupture and bones crumble in his hands. Ron hurt Hermione in an unimaginable way. The son of a bitch destroyed her trust and raped her. He had to pay.

Ron tried to gasp, but the hands contracting his airway stopped any air from reaching his lungs. Desperately, Ron tried to pry the hands off of his neck but it was futile. It was as if they were made of stone they were so rigid. Ron started to black out and felt the hands compress even more around his neck.

Hermione watched as the transparent form of Harry strangled her rapist. She found herself wanting to cheer Harry on and shout "Break that fucker's neck!" But she realized Harry was still weak and this exertion may hurt him. And she didn't want that. She walked up to Harry and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Stop it, Harry. He's not worth it," she said softly.

"Oh, but he is," Harry said with a growl. Images flooded his mind, had Ron punched Hermione? Had she begged him to stop? Did he laugh while he violated her? But in a way, Hermione was correct: Ron wasn't worth strangling, if only because it was too good for him. Harry had wanted to hurt him over a long period of time. To pay him back in kind for the suffering he had caused Hermione. Harry wanted to slam his fist into Ron's face, time and time again. He wanted to rip off the fuckers genitals off, to take away the thing he had used to violate Hermione. He desired to shove that same destroyed organ into the bastard's mouth, and force him to swallow it down.

As these feelings of rage and hatred washed over Harry, he could sense the thing in his belly, the Pryapux Demon lurking somewhere with in him, well up. As if it was egging him on, prompting that Harry should hurt Ron even more. It wanted to have Harry pummel and savagely beat Ron. Harry got the notion the demon was trying to take control. That it would beat Ron if Harry didn't.

Pushing the demon back down, Harry returned to strangling his former friend. He truly did want the fucker to suffer, but he would settle on snapping the shite's neck like a twig.

However, as he continued to squeeze, Harry felt his energy fade from exhaustion. Harry's knees gave out and he pitched backwards. His head was reeling wildly.

Hermione caught Harry in her arms as he tumbled backward. His greater weight sent both of them to the ground. She could feel him tremble slightly in her hands. Looking up, she saw Ron begin to stir. Her rapist's head was rolling back and forth, clearly trying to force himself to stay awake. The witch whipped out her wand and shouted "ATTINGO!"

Unlike the previous time Hermione hit Ron with the Clubbing Hex, she hadn't focused all her emotions into it. This time, instead of blasting Ron across the room, she had only struck him with enough force to knock him unconscious. Hermione wanted to do more damage to Ron, but she could feel Harry begin to grow cold. She needed to get her friend to the safety of the hut.

Because of the Anti-Apparition ward on her, Hermione had to create a Portkey. She tapped a nearby chair and incanted "Portus." A few seconds later, with Harry wrapped tightly in one arm, she reached out and touched the Portkey. She and her friend landed on the floor of the hut.

She canceled the Disillusionment Charm on Harry to get a proper look at him. Her friend was pale, and sweat poured off his skin. The young wizard's eyes were heavy and tired. She performed a Diagnostic Charm and discovered that nothing was wrong with him beyond extreme exhaustion. As if he had just run a marathon. No lasting damage was done by Harry's rash actions.

"You over-exerted yourself," concluded Hermione.

"Yeah, but it was worth it," Harry said.

Hermione waved her wand again, this time levitating Harry over to the bed.

"I have to go fetch Susan. You need to feed," Hermione said. Regardless of the fact venturing into the Ministry building was very dangerous — clearly the M. L. E. would be looking for her, even more so now, after the attacks on the three Aurors — Hermione had to get Susan so Harry could regain his strength.

"Why?" Harry asked simply.

"Susan bonded with you. You need to feed," Hermione repeated.

Instead of speaking, Harry held out his open hand to Hermione. The brunette paused; clearly Harry wanted her to join him in bed. She shook her head.

"Hermione, I need you," he began. "More than just for sustenance, I need you to be with me. I want you to be with me."

Again, Hermione shook her head.

"And I know you need me too," he stated.

Hermione looked deeply into his eyes and saw he, unlike Ron, would never betray her, never hurt her. She also saw love and affection, much like when she would look into Daphne's eyes. And Harry's eyes told Hermione he was right; she did want him. It wasn't just the demon aspect made her want to be with Harry. She wanted to be with her best friend, the wizard who trusted her and loved her completely and her for him. She knew she wanted to share herself with him, not just for intimacy or lust; rather she needed him in her life, every facet of it.

The world slipped away. She reached out and took his hand. With her eyes wide open, Hermione moved to the bed and lay on top of Harry, pressing her body along the length of his. He kissed her. His lips were soft, yet strong – they held a gentle strength. Hermione gave in and let the feeling of Harry's lips on her wash over her body. Almost instantly, she began to burn. It wasn't only the demon aspect; not just a physical need. This burn went far deeper and more encompassing, like it was part of her soul.

If Harry had just wanted to regain his strength and feed, he could've easily waited for Susan. He wasn't nearly as weak as he was a few days ago, he doubted he could walk, but he still could move. This was for Hermione; he wanted to show her he loved and needed her. And to help repair some of the harm Ron had inflicted.

Hermione felt his organ grow and swell. It pressed against her body. Her sex tightened. The witch's own body was imploring her to continue.

Harry ground his hips into Hermione, pressing his growing erection against her. Hermione reciprocated, rubbing her cloth covered labia against his large bulge.

Almost frantically, Hermione tugged down Harry's trousers. While still kissing Harry hungrily, she took hold of his meat and gave it a squeeze. He moaned into her mouth and hardened even more in her grip. The heat coming from his organ made her hand warm. Slowly, she guided his penis between her legs. The brunette pressed it to her knickers and began to rub herself with his rod. The heat of his cock blended with her own wet fire. She pushed it against her labia and massaged her clit through her knickers. Her wetness began to spread, coating the inside of her underwear while his pre-cum painted the outside.

"Oh, God, Hermione," he panted. Hermione took hold of his bottom lip between her teeth and tugged slightly. His hands fumbled with her knickers, pulling them down in a series of jerks. Hermione paused momentarily in her own activities, to aid Harry in the removal of her underwear. Once her nether region was naked, Hermione returned to rubbing his spongy crown against her naked flower. His crown parted her lips a fraction and her wetness coated his head.

Harry kneaded her bottom, mashing her soft mounds between his long fingers. The witch groaned. He took that as his cue to move ahead. Using the little strength he had, Harry rolled over so that he was now lying on top of Hermione. He propped himself up on unsteady arms and looked down at her. Just as he predicted, Hermione screwed her eyes shut in preparation for his entrance.

"Hermione, open your eyes," he requested as he reached down to take hold of his manhood. "Look at me."

She hadn't realized she had closed them. Under her burning desire, Hermione sensed she was still frightened. She was involuntarily recalling what Ron had done to her. How he beat her. How he raped her. Harry's weight reminded her of Ron on top of her. With tears in her eyes, she looked up at Harry.

"I'm not him," he said simply. "I would never do that to you."

Hermione nodded in silent agreement. It was silly of her to equate Harry with her rapist. Harry was kind and loving; it showed in his eyes as he looked down at her. Hermione knew if she would ask Harry to stop, to get off of her, he wouldn't hesitate. She also knew that he would understand. But as she looked deeply into his soulful eyes, she knew she would not ask him to stop. Not ever. She realized she needed this.

"Keep them open," he called for and placed his crown at her womanhood. With a deliberate slowness, Harry began to push in, centimeter by centimeter. Hermione's eyes fluttered, threatening to close when his crown passed by her labia, but Harry repeated his plea, "Please, keep them open. I want to see your eyes looking at me."

Hermione forced her eyes open wide. She gasped aloud as one of the rune stone welts pushed into her. Another bump sent another intense wave of pleasure through her. The third bump of a magic rune and the happy tears welling in her eyes forced Hermione to blink rapidly. Still, Harry inched into her. She moaned once more as he continued to stretch her out, pushing and massaging her inner walls. The witch could feel her love juices dribble out. Finally, Harry had pushed his entire length into her. His pubic hair tickled her engorged clit and intertwined with her own.

"Oh, fuck me," she groaned out. He was simply massive. She had known Harry was well beyond average but she was not prepared for the sensation of it buried in her. It felt like he had filled her up completely.

Harry paused to allow Hermione to adjust. He could feel her muscles work on him, squeezing his sex. The witch's face was flushed and dark. Her mouth was open and her breath came in heavy gasps. But her rich, brown eyes enthralled him the most. They held such passion. Once he was satisfied she was ready, Harry slowly began to move.

As he slowly pumped away, Hermione found herself wanting more of his skin on her. In the heat of passion, they had not gotten fully undressed. Hermione reached under his pullover and pressed her palms on to his chest. His cruel scars were rough on her skin but his heat and feeling of his thundering pulse under her palms made her want more of him. She tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head. The witch leaned up and enveloped one of his nipples while she tore at her own blouse. She tongued his bud as her buttons flew across the room. Frantic to have his skin on hers, Hermione pulled the cups of her bra down just enough to reveal her nipples before wrapping her arms around Harry's torso. She pulled him down and crushed her barely covered bosom against his chest. The feeling of his hair, muscles, and scars against her breasts sent wonderful shivers through her body and made her toes curl. She wound her legs around his waist, begging him to increase his pace. To which Harry gladly agreed.

In a short matter of time, his hips were slapping into hers. Each time one of the many large bumps that covered his shaft popped in or out of Hermione, the witch felt her climax grow and grow. She mewed and felt her belly tighten. Then she erupted. Every single muscle in her body clenched up as her orgasm rocked her.

She was wonderful, the way she was wrapped around him felt perfect. Hermione had her face nuzzled up to the side of his and she moaned loudly while she climaxed. Harry was with his best friend. He felt at home.

As her orgasm subsided, Harry returned to pumping away. A low growl like groan escaped his throat. He was so close.

"Do it, Harry, cum in me," she pleaded. "I want to be yours. Make me your concubine."

Harry increased his thrusting even more. The pressure was intense.

"Look in my eyes, Harry," Hermione implored breathily. "I want to see your eyes when you cum."

Harry leaned up and locked eyes with his best friend. She felt so wonderful and looked so beautiful that he couldn't hold back any longer. He cried out her name and came.

A small electrical current passed over Hermione.

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"What are you brewing?" Pansy asked as she pushed her hand into her wizard's pants.

"A Sleeping Draught," replied Draco.

"Did shagging me while I slept turn you on so much you want to do it again?" she asked and began to fondle his limp member.

"Oh, yes. Again and again," he said without emotion. He had no intention of doing such a thing. But as long as Pansy thought that was his plan, she would gladly agree to take the potion on a regular basis. And he could finally get some rest.

While he toiled over the potion, Pansy crawled around him and pulled his flaccid organ out. She placed it in her mouth and began to suckle like a babe at her mother's teat. Draco seemed not to notice his lover's lips and tongue working on him. He was too distracted by the potion and what his former mentor had said.

"A 'thug'?" Draco thought bitterly. How dare Snape say he was nothing more than a mindless weapon? Draco was a Death Eater, not some lowly potion maker hiding in a dungeon like Snape. Draco did his Master's bidding; he caused fear in his Lord's enemies. He even helped the Dark Lord in the ritual. And what was Snape doing? He was busy making potions like some old maid.

Draco knew he was better than Snape. This revelation caused him to smile.

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Dinner was a fiasco. Not only was Daphne in a sour mood over Martha's crude comments (Hermione's lost job was nothing compared to the old witch's in appropriate remarks about their relationship), but her parents set up the dinner as a ruse to introduce Daphne to an eligible wizard.

"Mum, I don't want to date anybody right now," Daphne argued before the wizard showed up.

"Oh, tosh, you're going to let the good ones slip by you if you wait too long," her mother retorted.

Daphne couldn't tell her parents she was involved. She knew they wouldn't understand her and Hermione's love. So the dark haired witch had to politely sit through a dinner with her folks and a wizard by the name of Hannibal Cobblepot. Daphne had to listen to her mother and father shower unending praise on Cobblepot: "He holds a high and respectable position in his job at the Department of Games and Sports." "Makes a fortune every year practically." "And if you don't mind me saying, he's dead sexy to boot."

Daphne nodded and pretended to be interested. After the meal was over, she graciously accepted the offer of a date with Cobblepot; an offer which she would later turn down just as graciously. She knew if she were to have turned the wizard down outright, her parents would object and intercede.

She bid her parents a goodnight and exited their home. As she walked the proper distance away to Apparate, she idly thought of the day she'd be brave enough to bring Hermione to meet her parents.

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Groaning in pain, Ron struggled to wake up. His neck felt as if it was on fire. Every breath was a struggle for him; the merest intake of air ripped at his throat.

Forcing his eyes open, Ron looked around Granger's flat. Stevens was just a few feet away from him. The M. L. E. officer's chest was slowly rising and falling, showing Ron that his partner was alive but taking in shallow, weak breaths. Ron's other partner had not faired as well. Bagshot's body was crumpled against the wall in a pool of his own blood with his neck twisted unnaturally and his head was lying beneath his back.

Ron knew that he and Stevens needed healing but, sadly, Bagshot was beyond help. Crawling clumsily across the floor on his hands and knees, the red haired wizard grabbed one of the many books that Granger had lying about and took it back to where Stevens was lying. Ron tapped his wand to the book and croaked "Portus."

A few seconds later, he and Stevens were whisked off by the Portkey and taken to St. Mungo's.

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He had grown soft in her. Hermione felt his erection fade a few moments after he came, but neither of them wanted to pull out. She loved the feeling of him on top and in her as much as he did. The physical connection made both Harry and Hermione feel warm and loved. A short while later, his organ finally slipped out. Both of them instantly missed the feeling of their joining. Harry spent the next quarter of an hour placing light, chaste kisses all over her face and neck.

"Oh, my God," a soft sob came from the doorway. "No... not you..."

"Daphne?" asked Hermione in shock and surprise.

"You — you promised!" the dark hair witch said painfully.

Harry moved off of Hermione, and the brunette witch scurried to her lover.

"You promised me!" Daphne repeated as she tugged at fistfuls of her own hair.

"Baby, it's okay," Hermione tried to sooth her crying girlfriend.

"It is not okay!" she snapped and pulled away from Hermione. "YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULDN'T LEAVE ME!"

"I haven't left you," Hermione declared. Tears welled up in her eyes over the pain Daphne was suffering.

"YOU'RE WITH HIM!" Daphne shouted while pointing an accusatory finger at Harry. "I can fucking smell him on you!"

His potent aroma wafted off of Hermione, filling Daphne's nose. The slender witch was panicked that if she looked down at Hermione's lower half she would see it trickling down the inside of her lover's leg. Such tactile evidence of Hermione's infidelity frightened Daphne.

"I love him," Hermione said firmly. Daphne made to turn around and leave the hut, but Hermione grabbed her around the arm and spun her back. "And I love you!"

Hermione held Daphne's face in her hands and reiterated; "I love you. I will never leave you."

"But you were with him," Daphne whimpered. She desperately wanted Hermione to stay with her, but the thought of her lover being with someone else was eating her up.

"Yes, because I love him. And he loves me," Hermione stated and a single tear fell from her eye. "To deny that would be wrong. Just as wrong as if I were to deny my love for you."

Daphne's lips quivered sadly. She looked between Hermione and Harry apprehensively.

"I won't leave you, baby. Not now, not ever," Hermione reaffirmed.

"You want me to share you with him?" Daphne asked, doubting that she could do such a thing.

"You said it yourself: 'love is not a finite thing'," quoted Hermione. "It can grow and expand without limit."

"Hermione, I was just joking," Daphne whimpered. "I said that to make you upset. I love seeing your nose crinkle disapprovingly."

"Well, regardless of the reason, it's true," Hermione forged on. "I'm living proof that someone can be madly in love with two people at the same time."

Daphne thought hard about what Hermione said. She did love the brunette completely, so letting her go would be extremely painful. But she didn't know if she could bear the thought of her being with Harry.

"You can be with us," Harry suggested.

"You don't get a fucking say in this," Daphne snapped at the wizard. She couldn't handle any insight from him at the moment.

"No, he's right," Hermione said. "Harry's wonderful, Daphne, you've said so yourself. And he needs us to survive."

"So you want me to bond with him so he can munch on my excess magics?" the dark haired witch came back.

"It's not just that," Hermione continued. "Yes, your presence will be beneficial to him. But you'll also grow to love him, I'm positive. I know you; you can love him. And like I said, your love will grow and grow. And we can be together, forever."

"I..." she began. Daphne did find Harry attractive, not just physically, but emotionally as well. "I don't know."

Hermione traced her finger around Daphne's lips and spoke, "You could be with Susan too."

Daphne's attention snapped back to Hermione.

"I can feel her, you know," Hermione said, still drawing a line around her lover's mouth with her fingertips. "Through the bond, I can sense her. She's doing something rather dull, probably paperwork."

"That's... that's silly. I don't want to be with her anymore. I told you that," Daphne lied again, hoping that she would believe herself this time. She was frightened Hermione was laying a trap; lure Daphne out with the promise of the busty red haired witch only to accuse her of infidelity.

Smiling, Hermione placed her forefinger on Daphne's lips. "I would love to see you and Susan together."

Daphne's heart began to race.

"Then I would join the two of you," Hermione added. "And then Harry would as well."

Daphne almost fainted as her desire spiked. The thought of all four being together made her dizzy and a little frightened.

"I have to leave," sobbed Daphne. "I can't handle this."

The dark haired witch pulled away from her girlfriend and walked out of the hut. Hermione made to follow her, but Daphne closed the door of the hut. Daphne had every intention of Aparating away, but the moment she two steps the witch's knees gave way and she collapsed to the ground. Sobs wrenched her body.

Tears of guilt and pain poured down Hermione's face as she heard her lover sob. "I should've realized she was going to show up," she lamented. "I knew she could've walked in on us. Oh God, what have I done?"

Harry slipped on his pants and said "Let me talk to her."

"Harry, I really don't think that's a good idea," moaned Hermione.

Walking slowly to the door, Harry said "I know, but it has to be done."

"Let me come with," the brunette said and wiped the tears from her eyes. She walked to the bed to fetch her clothes.

"I don't think that we should both go," he stated. "It may seem like we were ganging up on her and she'd reacted badly."

"But Harry, I'm her girlfriend," Hermione said as the tears continued to flow. "I should be there for her."

"Don't worry I have a plan," he said. "If it doesn't work, then you can talk to her."

With that Harry walked out the door. He sat next to Daphne.

"I really don't want to talk," Daphne sniffed angrily, "especially to you."

"Well too bad," Harry said. "I'm going to talk and you're going to listen."

The dark haired witch huffed and stood up. She began to walk away for him with her body still trembling. She was so angry and hurt and she couldn't bear to be by the man who took her lover.

"You can't leave," stated Harry.

"Oh, yeah? Watch me," she threatened.

"You can't Apparate in your condition and the moment you pass the protection of the hut, the Acromantulas will attack," Harry pointed out. "So that means you have to stay."

She stopped walking. Realizing he was right, Daphne put her face in her hands and cried.

"Why don't you sit by me," he requested.

"Are you going to try and convince me to part of your growing harem?" she asked crossly.

"I'd rather not think of it as that, but, essentially, yes I am," he answered honestly.

"You can't just stop at taking Susan; my best friend, and Hermione; the woman I love, and now you want me," she said as the tears continued to burn her eyes.

"Basically, I need Hermione. Even if I didn't have this damn demon in me, I'd still need her. She's been my best friend for years and I finally realized she means so much more than that," he explained. "And Hermione needs you. She loves you truly and deeply. And since I need her and she needs you, that means I need you."

"What am I; some kind of package deal?" Daphne asked as she stared daggers at him. "Since you bagged my girlfriend that means I have to tag along too?"

"I never meant it like that," he said calmly. "I know you're upset."

"Damn right I'm upset!" snapped Daphne. "I just walked in on my lover lying under you after you fucked her!"

"And you're jealous," Harry said.

"What the fuck do you think, huh?" she snarled. "Of course I'm jealous!"

"Of whom?" he asked. "Who are you jealous of? And why are you jealous?"

Daphne whipped her head around and was ready to shout the answer. But then, when she opened her mouth, she found that the answer wasn't as simple as she had thought or hoped.

"You're jealous of me, because I have Hermione," Harry said calmly. "I also have Susan. But you're also jealous of Hermione because she has me and through me, she can have Susan, too."

Daphne tried to deny it, to fight the truth. The witch's lip quivered as she struggled. Unconsciously, she wrung her hands.

"You're jealous because you want what Hermione has," concluded Harry.

"I admit I'm still in love with Susan and I want to be with her. A part of me is delusional enough to think she, Hermione and I can be together," she said with some difficulty. "But I don't know about you. You're good looking and an all around great bloke, but I'm not in love with you."

"Hermione and I are the opposite sides of the same coin. We share many of the same beliefs, outlooks, and passions. If you love her it would only be natural to love me," he explained.

"And what about your feelings for me; am I nothing more than another concubine to feed off of?" she asked apprehensively.

"Since Hermione and I are so alike, it's safe to assume that I'll fall in love with you just like she did," he said genuinely.

"And Susan, do you love her, too?" Daphne asked.

"Who couldn't fall in love with her," he replied with a smile that warmed the dark haired witch.

Daphne snorted a laugh and wiped the tears her cheeks. "That's true."

Harry held out his hand to Daphne.

"I'm not going to regret this, am I?" she asked, still anxious.

"I promise," he assured her.

She took a breath to try and compose herself before taking his hand. Harry led her back into the hut.

Hermione looked at her lover with pleading eyes. Daphne silently replied by nodding her head. A smile grew on Hermione's lips and she walked up to Daphne. The two kissed. Hermione's fingers slid from her lover's face, down to Daphne's blouse, and slowly began unbuttoning it. "Let me get you ready."

It took only a few moments for Hermione to undress herself and Daphne. As the brunette kissed and suckled her lover's small breasts, Daphne locked eyes with Harry. He was watching the couple intently. It wasn't obscene; he watched with adoration and affection. Then Hermione knelt in front of her and began working on her womanhood. Daphne ran her fingers through Hermione's hair while still watching Harry. Slowly, she saw him become aroused. The familiar large tent in his trousers rose up. The sight of it made her even more excited.

Once she was good and wet, the three moved to the bed. The witches lay next to Harry. Hermione continued to stimulate Daphne. Harry watched as tiny beads of sweat blossomed all over Daphne's slender body. Instinctively, Daphne reached out and took Harry's hand and gripped it as a wave of pleasure shook her.

"Your turn, lover," Hermione told Harry and she licked her lips. The brunette pushed Daphne's legs wide apart and beckoned Harry to come to her. With his knees still a little weak, Harry stood and moved to stand between Daphne's legs. The wizard knelt down and Hermione took his organ in her hands. Holding her breath in excitement, Hermione played out a fantasy she had recently developed. She slowly guided his large member into her girlfriend. Daphne gasped as his crown pushed into her. Hermione watched in wonder as it slid in. Every vein and bump amazed her as it disappeared into her girlfriend's vagina.

"Oh, fuck!" Daphne exclaimed when he successfully buried himself into her. Again, Harry gave the witch time to become accustomed. However, Hermione did not. The brunette reached for her girlfriend's clitoris and began to massage the small bud. Harry groaned as he felt Daphne's muscles twitch around his organ.

"Shag her, Harry," Hermione called and bit her lip. "Make her cum for me."

He leaned down and passionately kissed Hermione before submitting to her request. In a matter of seconds, Daphne was almost screaming, thanks to Hermione's fingers and Harry's organ.

Daphne's clit was pinched between Hermione's fingertips and one of the rune stones in Harry's shaft with each thrust. Every time the lump hit her clit, the witch cried out in ecstasy.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Hermione asked the witch, tweaking Daphne's nipple with her free hand.

"Oh God yes!"

"You're about to cum, aren't you, baby?" the brunette asked, recognizing the telltale signs. "You're going to cum for me. For Harry."

Daphne didn't respond in words. But every muscle in her body suddenly tensed up. Her skin burned a bright red and she hiss a long breath out between her clenched teeth. Harry felt her clamp down around him and he slowed his pace, allowing her to ride out her orgasm. But again, Hermione didn't let her lover rest. Daphne's orgasm only seemed to encourage Hermione to rub the inflamed bud and taut nipples even more.

Harry continued to move in and out of the petite witch after she had regained her breath. Hermione, while still stimulating Daphne, looked up longingly at Harry. The wizard leaned down once more and kissed her again. At first, it proved more difficult than before, since Harry was pumping into Daphne this time. But Harry forced himself past any discomfort. His tongue slid across her lips and she opened her mouth. He could taste Daphne on her lips and tongue. Their tongues played while another orgasm built in Daphne.

Her body was turning red again, and judging by her previous reaction, Harry assumed she was going to climax again. He leaned down and kissed Daphne hard. His teeth scrapped against hers as their tongues pushed and played with each other. After a moment, he leaned back up; a thin string of spittle connected their lips for a moment before breaking.

"Kiss me, Hermione," Daphne pleaded after licking her and Harry's spit from her lips. The brunette moved so that she could place her lips to Daphne's. The slender witch cried out into Hermione's mouth as her orgasm struck. Her inner walls clamped down again, this time sending Harry over the edge. With a grunt, he came.

Hermione knew what it felt like for Harry through their bond. The witch could feel how good Daphne's cunt felt, wrapped around his willy as he shagged her. She could feel the ring of muscles at the base of his penis contract and spasm as he came. She felt his semen flow through his urethra and into Daphne. It made Hermione shutter in pleasure.

Daphne let the bizarre sensations roll over her. She could now feel Harry and feel how satisfied he was. She could sense Hermione, who was filled with curiosity and desire. And Daphne could sense Susan, far off, accepting Daphne and Hermione were with Harry now. The new feeling, combined with her own sexual excitement, drove Daphne to want more. She looked up at Hermione and begged with her eyes for a kiss. She needed her lover's lips on her own.

Hermione saw the pleading look in Daphne's eyes. She reached between Harry and Daphne and gently pulled his organ out of the witch. The two's love juice was dripping from his rod. The brunette opened her mouth wide and engulfed Harry's still rigid member into her mouth. Harry's seed and Daphne's wetness mingled on Hermione's tongue and lips. She rolled her tongue over his manhood, lapping up the mess, and savoring their combined flavors. Harry gritted his teeth; he was so sensitive from his climax, making Hermione's mouth feel that much more wonderful.

Once she was satisfied that she had picked up every bit of fluid on Harry's member, Hermione pulled herself away and dove on top of Daphne. The brunette finally fulfilled Daphne's wish and kissed her. Hermione's cum and pussy juice covered tongue rolled over Daphne's lips and tongue. Harry watched as the two witches kissed passionately, passing the liquid between each other. Both of their lips had a thin film of his seed and it sent shivers up his spine.

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While Susan worked on a stack of meaningless paperwork, she felt Harry become enraged. She could feel the anger burn through him. But as quickly as it came, the rage subsided. Then, a few moments after his rage, Susan felt Harry's arousal. Susan became wet at the thought of his erect member. Through her connection, she felt Harry ejaculate. Another odd sensation came to Susan shortly after that; she could feel Hermione. Susan wasn't able to discern how she knew it, but she could somehow tell Hermione had bonded with Harry.

Susan became perplexed. She was not bothered in the slightest Harry had just had sex with Hermione. She reasoned it was probably the effects of the demon quelling her innate jealously. But beyond that, she also knew a part of her was glad Hermione had bonded with Harry; she loved the brunette witch dearly and was happy to share Harry with her. Another part of her jokingly reasoned Harry, whose virility and stamina had greatly increased the past few days, needed another witch or he'd wear the red head down with his sexual appetite.

Less than a half hour later, Susan felt Daphne join. And she smiled. She felt oddly complete.

An hour later, her shift was over and Susan Apparated to the hut. She walked in on a naked Harry watching Daphne and Hermione make love. Susan consciously looked away from the two witches on the bed and waved at Harry.

The wizard got up and walked over to the red head. "You are woefully overdressed, Miss Bones," he said playfully. "I'm going to have to insist that you remove those pesky clothes right now."

"You can't be ready to go at it again. Not after cumming twice such a short time ago," Susan said while Harry pulled her robes open.

"I'm not," he admitted, discarding her garment to the floor. "But that doesn't mean I can't pleasure my witch."

"Oh, what do you have in mind?" she asked eagerly while he unbuttoned her blouse.

"Well, my fingers aren't tired."

Once he had stripped her, Harry took his place behind Susan. He draped his arms around her and began playing with her breast and her folds. He positioned himself and Susan so they were facing the two witches making love on the bed a few feet away. Susan began to look away, but Harry reached up and held her face in place.

"Harry, no," she pleaded. "You can watch them, but I don't get off on witch on witch action."

"Why not?" he asked and thumbed her clitoris.

Susan shuttered and tried to look away.

"Look at them," Harry whispered. "They're beautiful. They love each other and we should cherish that, not look away because we're not into it."

He deftly slid a finger into her wet cunny as a moan came from Daphne. Clearly Hermione was about to bring her lover to orgasm. Susan's face heated up even more; this time however, it was not caused by embarrassment.

"Watch, Daphne's about to cum," Harry said softly into Susan's ear, flicking her tender bud again. "Isn't she beautiful?"

Susan nodded. Harry rewarded her by sliding another finger in. Like before, Harry's fingers caused a heightened reaction out of Susan. In a short matter of time, the buxom red head was bent over, half lying on a table, while Harry pumped his fingers in and out with one hand. He was gently holding her head in the other so she was looking directly at Daphne and Hermione making love.

The three witches' cries of ecstasy and pleasure filled the hut. And Harry felt the beast in him feed off of the three witches. It was like a banquet for the demon.

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The chilly night air woke Hermione up, the sweat that still clung to her body made the air even more brisk. She had been asleep with her head on Daphne's taut belly, her hand resting only a few inches away from Susan's fingertips. She recalled looking up from her lover's sex before she became too exhausted to even stay awake to see Harry fingering Susan from behind. Obviously, after Susan had fallen asleep, Harry had laid her down on the bed with the other two witches.

Looking around, Hermione found her best friend standing, still naked, in the open doorway. Harry's scars seemed to glow in the silvery moonlight.

After standing up and as gently and silently as she could, Hermione conjured blankets to cover the other two nude witches. With goose-flesh prickling her skin, Hermione padded over to Harry. She wrapped her arms around his chest and pressed her body against his, basking in his warmth.

He had gain even more weight in just the past few hours. The wizard was at least twenty pounds heavier with strong muscles then before he was abducted by Voldemort. Hermione nuzzled her face into his chest, letting his scarred flesh and nipple tickle her brow, nose and cheeks, and she breathed in his scent.

"Thank you, Harry," she whispered.

"No, thank you," Harry said earnestly.

"I'm serious," she continued. "You were wonderful, and not just on a physical aspect... which was amazing, I must say," she felt him heat up at her compliment. "But also on a spiritual level as well. You made me feel marvelous in my heart."

"You deserve nothing less," Harry said and leaned down to kiss her softly.

"And thank you for bringing Daphne in with us," she added. "She means the world to me and I couldn't bear to be without her."

"Now, there, I'll have to thank you," Harry retorted.

"You like her?" she asked with a proud smile.

"Of course I do. Daphne's gorgeous and loving," he replied. "So thank you for letting me share her with you."

"Harry, I have a request," Hermione began bashfully. "Could you... well... could you try and convince Susan to join us."

"Actually, I starting doing that when you and Daphne were making love," Harry said with a grin.

"Thank you, Harry. Susan means a lot to Daphne."

"To be honest, pleasing Daphne wasn't the only reason why I did what I did," he admitted. "It was selfish, but I just wanted to see her with you two."

"You cheeky sod," Hermione playfully chastised.

"I was watching two beautiful witches make love and I thought that it couldn't get better. Then I realized that it could be in fact better. I could watch three beautiful witches make love," Harry said with a chuckle.

"And then you'd join in, right?" she asked with a rosy bloom to her face.

"Of course, it only the gentlemanly thing to do-"

A loud screech coming deep within the castle drew Harry's attention away from his conversation. The Acromantuals were fighting for food once again in the school.

It made his blood burn with anger. Hogwarts was his home and now, monsters had overrun it. Made it a mockery of what it once was. His heart pounded away and he felt the beast in his belly stir. It pushed at him, demanding to be let free and take control. This time, the thing didn't want to feed off of the witches; it wanted to rip and tear things apart... and so did Harry.

"Stay here," Harry told Hermione. He pulled himself away and walked out into the cold night air.

He took five steps away from Hermione and the hut and unleashed the demon.

To be continued…