Chapter 12: Making a Home Together

Harry woke with the dawn, on his side, absolutely smothered in hair. The first thing he noticed, was that the hair was not uniform. There was the bushy brown curly mess his face was currently buried in, the attached neck smelling of 'girl' and 'exertion'. Said girl was pressed head to toe to Harry's front, and his hands wrapped warmly around what was clearly Hermione. One arm being used as a headrest, the other sleep fondling her right breast. It was the other hair, straight and impossibly silky smooth, that was currently draped all around him that gave him pause. He knew it was Gabrielle, but he wasn't sure where he was, or why he was in bed with both of them yet. Gabrielle also had quite inconveniently found the optimal spot for her head as she slept wrapped around Harry's back to be his head, cheek to cheek, with her chin tucked neatly against his shoulder, cute soft snores disturbing Hermione's hair, tickling Harry's nose.

Yesterday slowly coalesced, and the vividness of last night with Hermione came wonderfully back to Harry, who flushed anew in wonder and satisfaction at the beauty of Hermione's face, shagged until she lost the ability to speak, and the inherent male pride that came with the fact that he, Harry, did that to her. For all his titles, and accolades, this one took the cake, and it wasn't even a proper title. Just a knowledge: 'I Harry Potter, shagged the brightest Witch of out age into non-sensical blubbering and multiple screaming orgasms'. He wondered briefly if he shouldn't try and petition the Daily Prophet to change his moniker to The-Boy-Who-Shagged, no not boy, Man-Who-Shagged, no not that either... What had Gabrielle called him that one time almost in jest? Oh yeah, "le dieu qui baisée" The-God-Who-Shagged, but perhaps that was a bit much.

Gabrielle woke not long after Harry had. Rather than freeing him from his pleasurable prison, she somehow nuzzled even closer, sighing a little, "'Arry, you were a beast last night. Eet took me an hour to recover enough to be able to walk up here. Oh, and I soaked zhe sheets. Might even 'ave ruined zhe mattress."

Harry yawned and asked quietly, "Hermione wore me out," he said with a low chuckle, then added, "couldn't sleep?"

He felt her blush, "Non, not wizhout you."

Harry just sighed contentedly and wrapped Hermione tighter accidentally waking her. With a groan she turned to face him, "god Harry, morning already? I'm so sore in places I-" she realized with a shriek that Gabrielle was there and were it not for Harry's firm grip would have fallen out of the bed, "good lord Gabrielle, you startled me!"

Gabrielle giggled sweetly, "Pardon, I waited until you boze were asleep, but I could not sleep wizhout my 'Arry."

"It's fine," said Hermione mid stretch, several audible clicks in her spine and neck, "after last night it's understandable. I'm not sure how I feel about not getting anymore of that until after break."

"Oui, ee iz so passionate, non? And you Hermione, next time I want more zhan a leetle teasing before-hand and Harry's vicarious experiences."

Hermione blushed bright red, but Harry suddenly remembered what had drawn him back to the castle so quickly, "that's right," said Harry, a little awe sneaking into his voice, "you two snogged," he finished in a lecherous growl.

"Just trying to get your arse in gear Potter. I'd been waiting all night for that," she said in a carefully level voice.

"I would very much like to see you two snog, or more," said Harry, his gaze boring into Hermione's.

"After break," she replied with a smirk, "consider it something to look forward too."

"Tease."

"Extended foreplay."

"Semantics," added Gabrielle groggily.

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Harry made his way quickly down to breakfast. Gabrielle would have to go see McGonagall so she could 'meet' Harry at Hogsmeade, though in the mean-time she was still blissfully asleep, almost immediately unconscious the minute Harry and Hermione had left the bed. There was actually no rule about non-students utilizing the train as long as they had a ticket, and Harry for his part was glad that she would be there for the long journey back to London, not that he would be doing much besides sleeping.

At breakfast, Harry sat, still trying to shake the sleep from his eyes, next to Hermione, who seemed barely able to lift her arm enough to reach her mouth, and lazily chew her eggs. Despite the softness of the food she chose, her chewing was slow and listless, and her eyes still half closed. When Harry sat down she grumbled, "three bloody times..."

"Sorry Hermione, personally I think it was worth it."

"Seen Ron?" she asked dully.

"Not since last night. Wasn't in his bed, or the common room... not here now. Lavender looks beside herself."

Hermione just made a noncommittal grunt.

"I hope he didn't stay out all night..."

Hermione looked over at Harry, concern written on her face, "you don't think he'd actually do that?"

Harry shrugged, "he's... I don't know. I don't know," he finished softly.

"I'm sorry Harry. Everything is just a mess now. I didn't mean to mess up your friendship."

"What about your friendship?" Harry asked sadly.

"Are me and Ron still friends?" Her eyes glistened.

Harry wanted to immediately say yes, but he couldn't just lie like that, even to make her feel better, "I think so," he said instead. Hermione nodded, understanding immediately what Harry meant. "I think the break will help a lot."

"We've both been so cruel to each other."

"I'm never going to stop being your friend Hermione, I don't care what happens with Ron. If he makes me choose between him and you I'll choose you."

Hermione's expression died, "I think that's... terrible."

"What do you mean?"

She flicked her wand, "Muffliato, you shouldn't have to choose at all. Tell me it's not the sex-"

"Nothing to do with it."

"Then why?" She sounded mystified.

"Because you would never make me choose, and despite how much I care about Ron, and want to be his friend, you've never stopped talking to me because you were jealous."

A single tear arced from the corner of Hermione's left eye and trailed down her cheek. Before it reached her jaw she launched herself into a fierce hug with Harry, who responded warmly. She whispered, "I love you so much Harry, you're the best friend I've ever had."

"Hermione," Harry chuckled lightly and soothingly, "Hermione, you showed me what it means to be a true friend."

Hermione pulled back and gave Harry a wide watery smile, "I'm going to miss you over Christmas."

"Me too."

"WOULD YOU JUST SIT DOWN AND TALK TO ME!?"

Harry and Hermione jumped along with most of the Hall. Dean was standing and had just yelled at Ginny who was about ten feet from the table on her way towards the main staircase. Colin was staring wide eyed at Dean, fork held halfway between his mouth and the plate, whatever had been on it fallen and forgotten, oblivious to Dennis poking him in the side to get him to stop staring. Most were staring nearly as overt as Colin was, and the other tables were a bit more polite about it, but no less intrigued.

"DAMN IT GINNY! DON'T YOU FEED ME THAT CROCK AND WALK AWAY! YOU KNOW THIS HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH-"

Ginny spun, her wand suddenly in her hand and aimed at Dean's face, "ONE MORE WORD AND I'LL REPLACE YOUR DRAWING HAND WITH YOUR BOLLOCKS!"

"Ms. Weasley!" McGonagall barked over their shouting striding swiftly from the head table to where Ginny was standing, "that will be ten points from Gryffindor, mind your language or I'll have you in detention for the entire return week after break."

"Sorry Professor," Ginny said stiffly lowering her wand, "wont happen again."

"See that it doesn't, now perhaps you should take your breakfast somewhere else, lest you find yourself unable to control your temper."

"I think that's a good idea Professor. Would you mind if I had a word with Dean before I left? I just want to make sure there aren't any misunderstandings. I promise I'll mind my language."

McGonagall rolled her eyes, "if you must."

Ginny looked over at Dean cooly, "Dean," she started sweetly, "what you were about to say, if you actually say anything about what I said, revenge will be swift and merciless. Remember who my brothers are."

Dean gulped and sat down. Ginny walked back up to the table and leaned over it on her hands.

"Furthermore, I told you that in confidence, and only after you badgered me about it for MONTHS! Now, I'm about to say something you're not going to like. Just remember, you forced me to say this, and that having this conversation in public was your idea. I am not breaking up with you for anyone else, despite what you may believe. I'm breaking up with you because you're an overbearing, over-protective, egotistical jerk, who only seems to care about himself and how far-" she actually used air quotes with the word 'far', "your girlfriend will let you go. It's things like pulling my chair out for me after the third time I asked you to stop, or," she stopped to laugh quickly, "or how no matter what I said, ever, you just agreed with me, no matter what. Did you know that sometimes I said absurd things on purpose just to see if you were really listening, and you never were!"

Absolutely no one was talking, students at other tables leaning and cupping their hand to their ear to better hear what Ginny was saying.

"We're just not right for each other Dean," she said almost pityingly, "and someday you'll find some dainty girly girl to fawn all over, but not me."

Ginny sighed standing up straight again, her anger appeared to be mostly gone, but when she looked at Dean again it was with a dangerous glint in her eyes, "however, if you even have a dream where you tell someone something I told you in confidence, you better wake up and owl me an apology, because if you break my trust, I will find you and hex you. Oh, and try to remember, my Bat-Bogey works on any orifice," she finished in a growl. "All done Professor," she added at the end as she spun around neatly and walked neatly out of the great hall.

McGonagall just held one hand over her eyes dismissing Ginny, and as she started walking back to the head table she added derisively under her breath, but just loud enough that Harry heard her, "over-dramatic teenagers..."

Harry looked over at Dean, who looked shell shocked, and stared at the door that Ginny left by. Harry honestly didn't know what to think.

"Wow... I've never seen her like that," Hermione finally said.

"Scary," Harry added quietly.

"Scary?"

"A little."

"You're scared of Ginny?"

Harry smiled, "more... a little intimidated."

"Ginny?" she asked, disbelief clear in her expression.

"What you're not?"

"Well, I mean, a little, but, I've never fought Voldemort. Also, you taught her how to fight."

Harry chuckled, "Voldemort hath no fury like a woman scorned, and I never taught her any of her best tricks."

Hermione shook her head, "well, I'm not surprised anyways."

"No?"

"Not at all, everything she was saying is stuff she was complaining about for ages. She probably thought she could rid him of his bad habits, but honestly, if you're complaining about the way someone acts from practically day one..." she trailed off.

"I suppose." Harry was really smiling now.

"I guess you're happy as can be now aren't you?"

"What gave it away?"

"That ridiculous smile."

Harry laughed again, "well, I mean, I don't think she could have timed that better. I'm about to spend almost an entire month at the Burrow, and now I wont have to steal her away from anyone."

"Harry, don't get so full of yourself."

"I'm not, I'm actually really nervous. I just figured if I acted confident, it might make me feel more confident."

"I find my confidence by making sure I know everything I can. When I'm confident for a test it's not because I act confident, but because I am confident."

Harry had a thoughtful silence, "that's a good point, though this isn't exactly a Charms exam."

"True. I really do hope for the best, and if you and Ginny get together over break, don't think for one second you're beholden to me. I've really enjoyed our... closeness... but I'll gladly give you up for her. I care far more about Ginny's friendship and our friendship than the ridiculous orgasms you give me."

"Thank you Hermione," replied Harry, his grin now so wide it hurt.

"No problem. Come on, I'm done eating, and if we leave now we can get to the train and get some sleep."

Harry grabbed a few more pieces of buttered toast and followed Hermione out.

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Harry awoke several hours later to soft dainty hands brushing his hair from his brow. He opened his eyes to see Gabrielle leaning over him. He lay with Hermione across one bench in the last compartment of the last car on the Hogwarts Express.

"I didn't expect you to be already on zhe train."

"M'sorry, we got here early and just drifted off," Harry responded contritely if a bit sleepily.

"Eet's fine, I sensed where you were, so eet was no trouble."

"How did you get through the wards?"

"Took zhem down, walked in, and put zhem back back up again, wizh a few additions."

Harry gurgled out a 'thanks' sleepily burying his head back into Hermione's neck and thicket of hair. This had the unintended side affect of waking Hermione, stretching languidly knocking Harry's hands out of place, and then quickly getting up, "Oh, I feel all rested, that was a lovely nap."

Harry sighing at the loss of Hermione grabbed Gabrielle by the hand and led her down beside him on the bench. He pulled her in against his chest, one hand going to her soft belly, the other to her right breast from under her bottom side; wrapping around her. Gabrielle giggled drawing Hermione's attention. She scoffed, "you're still randy?" His reply was muffled by Gabrielle's neck and hair that Harry was gleefully nuzzling. "What was that?" Hermione asked again.

"I said," Harry replied as he extricated himself just enough to clear his face, "that I don't need to be randy to enjoy a good fondle."

Hermione laughed, "Gabrielle how did you get through the wards?"

"I took zhem down?"

Hermione sounded stunned, "those were my best locking and sealing charms!"

"No ward charm eez foolproof."

Harry looked up again to see Hermione sitting across from them now, with a disgruntled look. "Did you replace them?"

"Sort of. I replaced zhem wizh a notice-me-not. Having zhe door locked and zhe compartment silenced iz a target."

"I hadn't thought of that," Hermione muttered to herself, lost in thought now.

Harry sighed into Gabrielle's neck, "how about you drop it now, so friends can find us. I know! Can you make the notice-me-not work on anyone wearing, say, a green tie?"

Gabrielle laughed sweetly, "Non, zhat iz not possible. I can condition a notice-me-not for anyzhing zhat applies to race, like muggle, magical, elfin, goblin, etcetera."

"Damn," Harry grumbled.

"However!" Gabrielle said dramatically, "a punching 'ex ward can be keyed to say, a green tie."

"How?" asked Hermione.

"Well, a punching 'ex ward uses line of sight to activate anyways, so eet's a simple matter of presenting eet wizh limiters. Make eet so zhe ward can see only green ties."

"Hermione looked bewildered, "how does one do that?"

"Focus on green ties, and a leetle twitch 'alfway zhrough zhe flick when you cast."

Hermione tried it once, twice, and on the third time got the faint shimmer on the door she was waiting for.

"Parfait," said Gabrielle dropping the notice-me-not.

"That will really hit anyone with a green tie?" asked Hermione.

"But of course."

"Fascinating. Though, I do have to wonder why the farther one goes into the mechanics of magic the less it makes sense."

"When has magic ever made sense?" asked Harry, still barely paying attention to the conversation.

"Well... it just does. I mean, how else have we discovered spells if not experimentation, observation, and concrete measurements?"

"Magic and science are not zhe same zhing."

"I know that," replied Hermione softly.

"Do you really though?" asked Gabrielle, "were you aware zhat most magical advances are discovered zhrough very undisciplined experimentation?"

"That sounds... foolish."

"Eet iz for the most part. Eet's why magical experimentation iz so risky, and why zhe Department of Mysteries iz so well... mysterious. Magical experimentation results in a lot of accidents and deaths."

"Luna's mum," Harry added quietly.

"What?" asked both Hermione and Gabrielle.

"Luna told me her mum died when a spell she was building went wrong."

There was a long quiet pause until Hermione had to break it to ask, "then how do we get new magic? It seems like new spells come out all the time. Not particularly relevant spells, but all the same. Every year there's new editions for spell books."

"Well, because despite zhe dangers, people are foolish, and want zhe money and fame zhat comes wizh creating magic. Also, a lot of times eet iz accidental."

Hermione was quiet now, lost in thought. Both Harry and Gabrielle recognize the expression so left her to her musings. After a while though, Hermione pulled out some parchment and rather than an ink and quill, she used a fountain pen.

"What are you zhinking?" asked Gabrielle quietly, not wanting to disturb Hermione if she could help it.

"I refuse to believe that scientific method wont work on magic, so... I'm going to conduct some experiments over break, amongst other um..." she blushed, "research projects."

"Science and magic don't mix though," said Harry.

"Not science Harry, scientific method. The process of meaningful experimentation. I refuse to believe the scientific method and for that matter the design process wont work on magic. If it doesn't then... well... I'll have to rethink my view of how the universe works actually, but if magic does follow certain rules, even if they are arbitrary non-sensical rules, then I can find them."

"I know you're smart Hermione, but how can you be so sure?"

"Because, I'm not talking about science in general, just the method of discovery. If it does work on magic, than it could be that I'm just the first person to think of it. It makes sense, despite all the hate mongering, Muggleborns are more accepted now than ever before."

"I think I'm confused, are you talking about science or not?"

"Scientific method."

Harry sighed.

"Oh right... um... so... scientific method is pretty simple; question, research, hypothesis, experiment, analysis, results."

Harry and Gabrielle stared at Hermione blankly until she decided to elaborate.

"Good lord, Harry you grew up with this stuff," she sighed dramatically and got the next bit out on a single deep breath, "first you need a question. So... let's see... well I've always wondered why electronics wont work around magic so let's go with that one. The next step is research, but so far no one has looked into why muggle technology wont mix with magic. Then you need a hypothesis, so let's say for arguments sake that magic contains some sort of radiation that destroys circuit boards or something. Then the next part, experiment, I suppose I'd get some geiger counters to check for radiation levels, and try different spells, and use them on various electronics, or if I wanted to be really thorough the same type of electronics over and over again and examine the results. That's analysis, and then when you've come to a conclusion you have to express it so others can understand, that's results. Oh and of course sometimes your hypothesis is wrong and then you need to go back to step three."

"That sounds very time consuming."

"It is."

"Boring too," added Gabrielle.

"To some I suppose," Hermione admitted reluctantly.

"You've thought a lot about this haven't you?" asked Harry.

"Of course I have. I'll have you know I won every science fair in primary, and after I finish out summer assignments I catch up on Muggle advancements in technology and science. Did you know that last July a Muggle laboratory in Scotland successfully cloned a sheep for the first time?"

"No I didn't," Harry replied, laughing.

"Still, I'm sure that magic can be applied to the same rules of experimentation. It's absolutely irresponsible that magic research hasn't kept up with Muggle experimentation. I mean, the basis for the scientific theory is fundamentally the rules of alchemy, even Muggles know that, even if they don't know alchemy was eventually successful. It came from the same place, and eventually lead to the creation of chemistry, that's like, the Muggle version of potions."

"Muggles studied alchemy?" asked Gabrielle astounded.

"Oh, yes, though they were entirely unsuccessful, they did discover the properties of a number of elements and new alloy metals, as well as what I said before, the beginnings of the scientific method. Their end goal was the same as well, turning baser metals into gold, but of course with out actual magic nothing ever worked like that. Oh, and of course the elixir of life was thought to be entirely myth."

"Amazing, I didn't realize we and Muggles had such a shared history aside from the obvious."

"We do, a lot of it is just hidden, or downplayed."

"I wonder if Flamel is dead yet. I know the stone was destroyed, but I have no idea how much elixir he had stored. Dumbledore just said it was 'enough to set his affairs in order'," wondered Harry out loud.

"Why would that matter?" asked Hermione.

"Because, if alchemy was the beginning of scientific method, and Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's stone, then wouldn't it make sense that he used scientific method to figure out how, and why no one else has? Oh, and Dumbledore's 12 uses of dragon blood! Dumbledore apprenticed under him at some point."

It was not often that Hermione was left speechless. It was even more rare that it happened not because of her reaction to someones stupidity or foolishness. Harry relished it silently, Hermione would probably not take it like the compliment Harry considered it, after all the only reason he noticed at all was because it happened so rarely.

When Hermione finally responded it was quiet and contemplative, "that... is a very astute observation Harry." She sat quietly for a moment thinking something through, obviously, then addressed Gabrielle, "do you think it would be possible for you to catch me up to where you are with Runes and Arithmancy? I'm- I think this is going to end up being really important. I mean, I don't want to get ahead of myself but, this could fundamentally change Magical Research."

"Of course, anytime Hermione."

The rest of the ride was spent in companionable silence. Hermione reading through notes and making corrections of new observations, Harry and Gabrielle laying comfortably on the opposite bench, barely talking, more letting themselves get drowsy under the rhythmic swaying of the train. Draco had, much to Harry's general unease, stayed at Hogwarts for the break, no doubt doing whatever it was that snake was up to. Nothing good definitely, thought Harry. In fact, his general silence and quiet nature this year only worried Harry more, and he decided firmly that after break he would look into what ever Draco was doing. Harry was almost positive that the neckless that cursed Katie had come from him, but lacked proof. Well, next term Harry would just have to find some proof.

When the train had finally come to a stop in King's Cross; Harry, Gabrielle, and Hermione slowly made their way off the train with their trunks, staying at the back of the herd, trading time spent waiting to get off the train for comfort. When they finally arrived Mrs. Weasley made a big show of welcoming all of them, but Hermione wanting to avoid the situation (Harry couldn't blame her really) left almost immediately and crossed the barrier to meet her parents.

"Harry! You- you look fantastic, I swear you've already grown an inch since summer, and Ron, you really need to stop growing," she added in mock seriousness, "soon you'll even be taller than Bill! Ginny, come hug your Mum hello."

"Leave it Mum," said Ron quietly, "least till we're off the platform, I've got a rep to maintain."

Mrs. Weasley laughed loudly, "a rep he says, Harry dear, now you're sure you don't want to come straight back to the Burrow? I've got-" she stopped suddenly, her eyes landing on Gabrielle, who's presence she had apparently missed at the excitement of both her Hogwarts bound children returned for a time, as well as Harry, who's presence always seemed to leave her beaming. "Oh, yes well I understand now," she chuckled. "This must be the mystery girlfriend Ron told me and Arthur about, oh my, but you do look familiar Ms.?"

"Mum, Dad's in the car right? I'm going to go say hello." Mrs. Weasley waved Ginny off, her attention still on Gabrielle, while Ginny, not waiting for a response started walking quickly towards the barrier.

"Delacour, Fleur iz my sister."

Mrs. Weasley looked stunned for a moment, "Gabrielle? Merlin's beard you've sprouted."

Gabrielle gave a tinkly little laugh, "Oui, eet's been a long two years."

"Well, that's actually quite the relief, I was wondering where we were going to put you up, but this simplifies things, as we were going to need a place for you anyway for the wedding. Excellent, excellent," she trailed off clearly descending into wedding planning land.

"Um," started Harry a little anxious to get home, he had a number of plans and he'd see all of them again by next week, "Well, uh, it's nice seeing you, we're only spending the week and we'll be at the Burrow by next Friday."

"Of course, of course, just give us a floo first this time, unless Dumbledore decides to just drop you in again."

"Bye Mrs. Weasley, tell Mr. Weasley hi from me, bye Ron."

"Later," said Ron sullenly, though Harry couldn't tell if it was because Ron was still angry from last night, or because he just wasn't looking forward to only having his parents and Ginny for company, all the next week.

Harry and Ginny made their way to the main road, called the Knight Bus and left for Grimmauld Place. For Harry it was the usual bone jolting ride, though with the added bonus of a cute girl sitting in his lap in one of the large squashy chairs. Gabrielle seemed quite taken with the whole thing, acting like it was some sort of amusement park ride. When they arrived, her hand in his, Harry lead them straight into the house. Once inside Gabrielle became quite disoriented. "Where, where are we 'Arry?"

"We are at Number 12 Grimmauld Place," he waited for it to sink in, but it didn't and Gabrielle was getting more distressed.

"'Arry, I- I can't focus," she was holding her head like she had a headache, and keeping her eye's closed."

"Damn, that's right! I'm not the secret keeper am I?" He shook his head at his own stupidity and went to the fire to hopefully call Dumbledore when an uplifting lilting croon swept through Harry and visibly calmed Gabrielle. Harry looked to the source and saw Fawks sitting serenely on the chandelier above them. He flamed and disappeared, a small slightly burnt piece of parchment fluttering towards the ground. Harry caught it with a practiced hand and saw, in Dumbledore's loopy slanted writing, 'the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix are at number twelve Grimmauld Place'. Harry handed the note to Gabrielle and said, "here, read this."

She did and the note vanished in a painless burst of bluebell flames. Her head seemed to clear immediately and she smiled brightly now, "ah, Fidelius Charm,finally. Oh..." she sounded disappointed as she looked around. "How... dreary."

"It is, but hopefully we can rectify that a bit over the week."

"We can?"

"Yeah, want to help me redecorate?"

"Really, you would let me 'elp you decorate your 'ome?"

"First of all, not my home just my house, this is Sirius' home, well familiar home, and he only left it to me, it's not like I grew up here or anything. Second, the Order uses this place so, really only the upper floors are private, though many of the rooms have standing claims including but not limited to one Remus Lupin my Dad and Sirius' childhood friend and third year defense teacher; one Nymphadora never-call-me-by-my-first-name Tonks; and finally Fred, George, and Bill Weasley plus parents along with your dish of a sister, that being said I don't see why we can't re-decorate the whole place, and third, even if this was my home, it would most certainly be our home, so yeah, I'd love to have you help decorate. Actually, I'm probably gonna end up pretty useless on the whole, so you may be doing most of the actual deciding what stuff looks like, and what not."

"'Appily," she sounded excited.

Harry thought for a moment, "actually, seeing as we can't do magic this might be a losing battle really."

Gabrielle laughed lightly, a tinkling pretty laugh that Harry couldn't help but smile at, "'Arry we're inside ze Fidelius."

"Meaning?" asked Harry slightly bemused.

"Eet blocks everzhing, including ze Ministry's trackers."

"Really!?" asked Harry, realizing he had been a bit too loud when Mrs. Black's shrieking voice carried easily from the hall.

"IS THERE NO REST FOR ME!? HALF-BREEDS AND MUDBLOODS ALIKE RUNNING THROUGH MY HOUSE AT ALL HOURS! THE SHAME! THE MOST ANCIENT AND NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK IS NOT MEANT TO HOUSE SUCH FILTH!" she shrieked, sounding crazed.

The minute Harry had heard her start yelling he had stalked straight out into the hall and towards her portrait. "Oi!" he shouted when he was standing right in front of her. "Maybe you need a courtesy-call, but this is my house, and the House of Black is no more."

"Oh yes," Mrs. Black addressed Harry cooly and with a great deal of venom, "the half-blood Godson of my greatest failure. I have no doubt that he left the name to you, a filthy Mudblood sired ruffian, just to humiliate me beyond the grave, and drive my once proud family further into the muck," she ended in a growl, "so you see filth, my house is not dead, just ruined. The death of my house would have been a reprieve in comparison."

Harry stared her down for a long tense moment, trying to figure out how to word what he wanted to say. Gabrielle stared with rapt attention, a bit to intimidated by the fierce woman to add her two knuts.

Finally Harry spoke, "you are a foul and unpleasant woman, and had I grown up here I'd have left long before Sirius did." Mrs. Black looked stunned so Harry continued quickly to avoid her inevitable retort, "this is my house now. Sirius left it to me and I'll do whatever I want with it, including letting my friends stay here, even if my friends include Half-bloods and Muggleborns, and Werewolves, and Veela, and Goblins, and Trolls, or bloody Giants if I want to!" Harry was quickly working himself up into a rage, remembering that this dark place and her ill presence had been a large contributing factor to Sirius' cabin fever all of fifth year, "I'm going to redecorate too! I'm going to replace all the snake stuff with lions and ravens and badgers after the three GOOD houses! I'm going to paint the whole thing in bright lively colors, and install muggle lighting and and get a fucking satellite dish and a TV! I'm going to turn this god damn place into a SHRINE to Muggles and half-breeds!"

Harry took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Mrs. Black had begun to speak but Harry talked over her, "very first thing I'm going to change though, is your portrait. I don't care if I have to take a bloody sledgehammer to the wall I'm destroying you. Then the House Elf heads, then the troll umbrella stand." Harry paused, "then I think we'll look at paint colors. I'm thinking a nice autumn theme for the entrance hall."

Gabrielle giggled at Harry's mention of paint schemes and it broke the tension nicely. Mrs. Black had drawn herself up into her most regal pose and fixed Harry with a calculating gaze, "perhaps," her voice the most pleasant Harry had ever heard her be, though still not very, "we can come to some sort of agreement rather than have you destroy my portrait."

"Perhaps," said Harry, not sounding at all like he meant it. "You've done nothing but make living her more unpleasant, so you'd better have one hell of a bargaining chip."

"I do."

Harry cocked an eyebrow, "and that is?"

"The full secrets and capabilities of this house."

"What, buried treasure in the crawl space?" asked Harry, laced with sarcasm.

"Hardly, all of our treasure is in Gringotts."

"Then what?"

"I want your oath as a wizard that you wont destroy my portrait before I tell you."

"How do I know it's worth it?"

She smiled, and it was the first smile Harry ever saw on her. It was cruel, and menacing, and Harry was forcibly reminded of Bellatrix and her taunting grin. "It's very worth it."

"I have two conditions," Harry said after a moment.

"And they are?"

"First, you don't harass anyone, that includes insulting, screaming, or name-calling-"

"Yes, yes, I assumed as much."

Harry spoke over her again, cutting her off, "second! I want to move your portrait.

"Where?" Her eyes narrowed.

Harry hadn't thought that part out yet, and said as much, "somewhere, more out of the way."

"What, so you can stick me in the attic?"

"Actually, the attic was converted into a hippogriff pen."

"Whatever, the point being that having my portrait destroyed and having it put into storage somewhere amount to the same thing."

Harry mulled it over for a moment, "how about the drawing room with the tapestry and Phineas' portrait?"

"Acceptable," she said quickly. "However, I have a condition of my own."

"Being?"

"Bring my family back to its former glory. I had high hopes for my sons when they were young. Regulus was a bit too reserved, and Sirius a bit too rambunctious. I had hoped they would have had a positive influence on each other, but their rift only grew, and then Sirius left."

"What do you mean, bring the house to it's former glory? That's not very specific."

"The Black family has always had a hand in shaping Magical London if not the whole of the British Isles, play your part, use your prestige and wealth and power to create change. What change matters not to me. I still hold true to my ideals, but I am dead. So, whatever you want done, do it, but do so wielding the name Black. Make the name Black on the edge of our society's lips for all time as it should be. Also, one of your sons must bare our surname."

Harry took a moment to think over what she had said. Either way, it seemed like a good deal, and there were, admittedly many things Harry would like to change about the Wizarding world. "Deal, under the conditions said I swear on my magic not to destroy you. You were really worried weren't you?"

"Agreed," with a clunk her portrait detached from the wall, hit the ground and settled back against the wall. "The enchantment protecting my portrait wont work if the wall is destroyed. Actually, I'm surprised Dumbledore didn't think of it, the old fool. I had a good time watching him fail to remove me."

Harry bent to pick her up ignoring her disparaging remark about Dumbledore, but then remembered what Gabrielle had said. "You're sure the trace doesn't work through a Fidelius?"

"Positive," she said quickly, her eyes still wide watching the exchange.

"Wingardium Leviosa," Harry said lazily and floated Mrs. Black's portrait to the drawing room. There was a convenient empty expanse of wall opposite the family tapestry, so Harry quickly affixed her there.

"Much better, oh, hello Phineas."

Phineas woke with a grunt, "oh my, Lady Black... my my, did someone finally figure out how to break your sticking charm?"

"Hardly," she said in a bored tone, "no one has ever broken one of my enchantments."

"Yes, yes, you're a world renowned enchanter, I know," Phineas replied with a bored tone. "Though here you are just the same? What happened?"

"The Potter boy threatened to destroy the wall like a Muggle."

Harry and Gabrielle watched them like a cricket match, back and forth, and back and forth.

"How droll... so why aren't I hearing the lovely sounds of construction then?"

"We struck a deal, I'm giving him access to the rest of the house."

"What!" That had caught Phineas' attention. "You cannot! He isn't a Black!"

"Actually, I rather think he is," she turned her attention back to Harry. "I'm almost positive Sirius made Harry a surrogate scion of the house."

"How can you be sure?" asked Harry.

"Yes, what he said!" added Phineas in outrage.

"Because, if there's two things I can count on from my eldest, it's laziness and pranks," she said the word as if it were a half crushed cockroach beneath her boot. "Potter clearly has ownership of the house as he can direct Kreacher, and legally it would have been much simpler to make a simple line extension will than separate the house from the title. I also rather think he would have been quite amused by this. He had no love of our family, or our... political leanings."

"You mean being Death Eater sympathizers," Harry added darkly.

Mrs. Black fixed Harry with a stern look, "he did not start out a terrorist. His beginnings were political. It wasn't until after he had a loyal power base that he started to kill and destroy to extend his goals. I make no apologies for supporting a man who forwarded the beliefs I feel strongest about. We may have come to an... accord Potter, but I have not changed my world views. Pure-Blood Witches and Wizard are better than those of lesser births. Muggles have their own nobility do they not, and we are the Lords and Ladies of the Wizarding world, and our society was being destroyed by Muggleborns and blood traitors."

"That's hardly an ex-"

"He also was not as he is now. He was young, and handsome, and charming. We initially backed him as a politician. It was not until well after... after Regulus died that his true colours began to show."

"I know how he used to look and act."

"How could you possibly-"

"That's definitely none of your business. In any case, it may surprise you that I don't blame you for falling for his act, lots of people did, people I look up to. Your world views however disgust me."

She waved her hand as if Harry's disgust meant nothing to her, which Harry assumed it didn't.

"Oh, quit your bellyaching, the both of you. If you're truly the scion of our house, you better start acting the part. The Black's are a proud and noble house."

"Says the least popular Headmaster in Hogwarts history," said Harry with a shake of his head. "Honestly, I think by just being me I've brought more glory to the house than you."

Mrs. Black actually laughed, a real honest to god laugh. "You have some bite to you Potter, or should I say Potter-Black? Let us not tarry, I have much to show you."

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Mrs. Black had directed Harry and Gabrielle down into the basement. It was a foul thing, barely more than a root cellar, with a rough stone floor and torches spread too far apart to create more than a menacing and dreary gloom, only made worse in that they bore flames of Slytherin green. The ceiling was covered in spiderwebs and seemed to be leaking something foul.

"Well... what a glorious secret we've unraveled," Harry said drearily earning a giggle from Gabrielle, who was clutching Harry, a little uncomfortable being there. She was not as bad as Ron was, but she didn't like spiders at all, and made Harry very aware it.

They made their way to the far wall and just as Mrs. Black had described there were four torches affixed to the wall that had all lit when they entered. Harry stood in front of the second from the left and tapped it with his wand, "Purity."

Like the doorway to Diagon Alley behind The Leaky Caldron the stones and moved and shifted to create an archway. The room beyond was absolute pitch black, again just as Mrs. Black had described. Harry and Gabrielle walked tentatively through the archway, and it was as if a barrier made of shadow had been in place, the darkness immediately gave way to startling brightness. Keeping his eyes open to force them to transition Harry took in his new surroundings.

The room was immense, and made entirely of a shock white stone. Two rows of massive pillars carved to look like giant snakes coiled like springs ran down both sides of the room. There were no torches, the light seemed to be emanating from the walls themselves, backlighting the pillars, adding to their menacing presence and forcibly reminding Harry of the Chamber of Secrets. They stood in awe for more than a few moments, this single chamber was bigger than the rest of the house by far, extending well beyond what would have been the edges of the property-line. Harry didn't know if it was simply magic, or if they were far enough down to bypass the normal house's cellars, but either way it didn't matter.

"Mr. Potter, over here." Mrs. Black called from the far end of the room.

The duo made their way over to the back wall. Three massive wooden doorways stood equidistant from each other, and from wall to wall in-between and on the doors themselves hung dozens of dozens of portraits of wildly different sizes; each with a little placard with the subject's name and the years they served as the head of House Black.

Mrs. Black was the only portrait not slumbering quietly, "Welcome Mr. Potter, to the true ancestral home of the family Black. The house above has been continually rebuilt throughout the ages to represent the current time, but this place has existed since Brutus of Troy defeated the giants Gog and Magog, and was his familiar home until the Romans claimed and renamed the region Londinium in the year 43. My family is directly descended from the Roman general Calliopious Black who claimed Brutus' haven as his own where his descendants have resided ever since. If you are truly to regain the glory of this family, you will need to use the collected wealth of knowledge available to you. Every Head of house from 1270 to my husband Orion has a portrait here. Murcurius Black is particularly fascinating. It was he who dictated that London have seven city gates to guard from the Saxons. I'm sure I don't need to explain the significance of that number."

"This is... this is amazing. What else is here, and... wait, why do you have a portrait here when Orion was the head of house?"

"This is Orion's portrait. He is currently... indisposed in his other portrait. As for your other question, the center door leads to the living quarters: common room, bedrooms, reading room, library which is the same found in the upper house with a particularly unique bonding charm that remembers which hall you entered from, trophy room, servants quarters which are currently abandoned, sitting room, ballroom, dining hall, breakfast room, wine cellar, smoking den, music room, the lounge, the study, a sun room, and of course the kitchens and three bathrooms, and four water closets."

Stunned silence followed, "there's... there's a whole underground mansion here?"

"Quite."

"That's... that's a lot of rooms."

Gabrielle giggled, "my fazher's chateau has a similar set of rooms."

"Wow... I'd have been plenty thrilled with a two flat," said Harry shaking his head side to side in bewilderment.

"That, Mr. Potter, was just the center door."

"Right... I'm almost afraid to ask."

"The left door leads to the cellar-"

"I thought this was the cellar."

"Don't interrupt me, the left door leads down to the cellar, containing the potions room, the dueling hall, the unlistenable room, and the dungeons."

"This place has dungeons?"

"Yes."

"Like... a dungeon, like with iron bars and torture stuff."

"Yes, well, it did. Most of the torture devices were sold to museums. I think we kept the iron maiden and put it in the library. It was... decorative."

"What's an unlistenable room?"

"A room where secrets cannot be overheard by any means."

"That sounds useful."

"Quite."

"I can't believe Sirius didn't know about this place."

"He didn't. We lived upstairs for the most part. We, that is my husband and I, only used a few rooms like the library which can be accessed from the house proper."

"What about the third door?"

"That," Mrs. Black smirked, "that, is the room myself and Orion added. It is our... play room. I don't know how much use you will get out of it, but regardless it and all that's inside it are yours now."

"Play room?"

She was truly smiling now, "our sanctuary if you will, where we... expressed ourselves. Go on, see it."

A little wary, Harry and Gabrielle walked to the right door. With a glance back at Mrs. Black's portrait Harry turned the handle, rolling his eyes at yet another bit of snake motif, and opened the door. What greeted them was the last thing Harry had expected. It was a large square room, with just one door at the opposite side leading into a large lavish bath, the tub more along the lines of the prefects bath at Hogwarts. The room itself was brightly lit and filled with all manner of strange objects, four things immediately dominating the room. An enormous four poster bed, the biggest Harry had ever seen lay in the center, the curtains, lush and deep green hung closed. Off to one side four large brass balls, perfectly smooth hung side by side in mid air supported by nothing Harry could see. To the other side a confusing series of leather loops and cords hung from the ceiling. On the third wall an immense ornate series of shelves stood, filled to the brim with all manner of objects, many of which looked very similar to many of the things sold at Wanda's. Paddles, whips, chains, crops, floggers, gags, and all manner of exotic fare lined the shelves.

Harry quickly felt his face grow quite hot, the point of the room glaring and obvious. Gabrielle squealed in delight and ran to the shelves, looking over the many implements with an excited eye. Her squeal had drawn some attention though when a deep voice called out, "Who goes there?"

Harry and Gabrielle jumped and turned towards the source of the voice, a portrait hanging to the right of the door they entered. Just as quickly as they looked, they both looked away embarrassed, for the portrait showed an older man, stark naked, tied to a bed.

"Um," Harry began, one hand over his eyes, "who are you?"

"I'm Orion Black, but more importantly who are you and how did you get into my sex room?"

"S- sex room! Mrs. Black called it your um... play room... right..."

He laughed eerily similar to the way Sirius used to laugh, "yes well, she's always been a bit more... proper, so she let you in here then eh? Why would that be exactly?"

"Well, um... Mr. Black, I'm Harry Potter, Sirius was my godfather, and now this house is mine."

"Oh my! Walburga! Be a dear and unchain me so I can clad myself and greet the master of the house. Sorry about my state Harry m'boy, my little 'Burga is a harsh mistress."

"I heard that," said Mrs. Black darkly, striding into the frame and unchaining him.

"Well, it's true dear, and I've got the scars to prove it," he replied while throwing on a robe and sitting on the end of the bed. "I'm decent now, you can uncover your eyes."

They did, and were greeted by the far more welcoming sight of Mr. and Mrs. Black sitting warmly against one another on the foot of the bed. Orion was stern looking, and perhaps mid-fifties. Dark grey hair and romanesque features along with those grey eyes that had been so uniquely Sirius. It was not hard at all to imagine Sirius at that age, and Harry saw the resemblance immediately. Walburga Black on the other hand seemed to have transformed. Her expression was warm and loving now in the presence of her husband, and made her look years younger, though still looking every bit the powerful matron.

"So, you're James' son, the resemblance in striking, except for your eyes."

"That's what everyone tells me," replied Harry dryly.

"Ha! I'm sure you've heard that a lot. Shame really that we couldn't get James into the family. I had such hope for him and Andromeda."

"My father and Mrs. Tonks!?"

Orion snorted, "Merlin no, we encouraged the pair quite a bit, but both had eyes for others. Muggleborns both of them no less," he added in a weary sigh.

"How horrible," Harry noted dryly, the sarcasm obvious.

Orion harumphed, "oh, another one, well I suppose it can't be helped. What's done is done, and any hope of a... Pureblood cultural revolution probably died with the Dark Lord. I wanted to make him minister and get new laws passed, but nooooooooo, he had to start killing people. Shame really, charming lad."

Harry sighed and buried his face in his hands, "really, can we leave the positive commentary about Voldemort behind? He's sort of my sworn enemy."

"I suppose," said Orion with a shrug, like he didn't care much either way, which being dead, he probably didn't.

Mrs. Black had been eyeing Gabrielle for a moment and said, "I think I spoke to soon Mr. Potter, judging from the barely contained excitement coming from your friend there, you may have some use for this room after all."

Gabrielle who had begun examining the items on the shelves again said, "you bet your ass eet will get use."

Harry laughed and Mr. and Mrs. Black looked pleasantly shocked, and Mr. Black felt the need to say, "oh good, I mean, what use is a sex room if no one is using it?"

"Orion! Must you be so crude?"

"Here? Why not?"

She sighed, "that always was a losing battle."

Gabrielle had made her way to the floating brass balls, "what are these?"

Mrs. Black ginned, "those are an invention of mine that I'm... particularly proud of. They weigh almost nothing, and wherever they are moved they will stay fixed. Each one attaches to a limb, hands and feet. It let me immobilize and position Orion however I wanted. Ingenious really."

Gabrielle put her hand close to one and as if drawn to a magnet her hand flattened against it and stayed there despite her struggling.

"Tap it with your wand dear," said Walburga watching her.

Using her free hand she did so and found her other hand immediately released. "That is so cool," she said, "'Arry, you 'ave to use zhese on me!"

"Sure," said Harry a little distracted, the possibilities blooming suddenly in his mind.

Gabrielle walked over to Harry and wrapped her arms around him and spoke into his chest, "mmmmmmm, just imagine it 'Arry, totally helpless, you can put me in any position you want and do whatever you want. I'd be totally at your mercy," she nearly purred.

"Yeah," Harry replied thickly, "Mr. and Mrs. Black, thank you for showing me all this. It's a little overwhelming at the moment, but I'll definitely make use of this place... um, not just this room I mean, the whole thing. I'm going to do as I said I would, and bring the Black family's honor back, though it may take a while. I do have a bit on my plate at the moment. For now though, do you think you could give us some privacy?"

"Of course," said Mrs. Black succinctly. "Come Orion, let us adjourn back to my portrait."

"Of course dear," Mr. Black followed his wife out, but not before giving Harry a wink, "have fun."

"Something tells me Sirius took after his dad more than he ever wanted to admit," said Harry thinking out loud. His mind was awash in vague plans and wonderings. What he was going to do with this newfound expansion to a house he hadn't even gotten a chance to settle into yet. How he was going to fix the legacy of the Black family, which he was apparently now a part of. Exploration would have to wait. The underground mansion wasn't going anywhere, and the house proper was still in desperate need of a good redecorating. At the same time however, Gabrielle was giving Harry 'that look' and her arousal was cascading through the bond. The room had amped her up considerably, and the prospect of an entire day to frolic and redecorate using magic at the same time was more tempting than Harry was able to deal with. "Gabrielle."

"Yes 'Arry?" she stepped up to him and looked Harry in the eyes up through her hair in a thoroughly demure look, "what are you going to do to me?" she finished in a whisper, sounding almost a little scared, though Harry could tell it was an act, albeit a sexy one.

Her tone and demeanor did powerful things to Harry.

"As far as I'm concerned," started Harry pulling her against him and wrapping an arm around her, the other gently lifting her head by the chin to make full eye contact, "we have two things to do today."

"What?"

"First, we have a house to redecorate."

She looked a little disappointed, "and second?"

"Second, we have all day to play, and a big empty house, and lots and lots of toys to try out. I see no reason we can't combine the two activities."

She lit up, "ooooooo sounds like you 'ave a plan 'Arry."

"I do, but first I want to clarify some things, and make sure you're on board."

"Okay."

"So, I get that you want to be controlled to a certain extent-"

"Non, completely, well, at least when we are... playing."

"Alright," said Harry chuckling at the serious tone she had employed, "completely controlled, and dominated yes?"

"Yes."

"Gabrielle, I'm going to tie you up and tease you mercilessly, all day, while we redecorate, and you're not going to come once the whole time. I'm just going to let it build, and build and then, when we're all done I'm going to fuck you and suck you off until you come so much you feint."

Harry could feel her reaction to his words. Her knickers soaked as she stared at Harry, her eyes flicking between his eyes and his mouth. She licked her lips and Harry descended on her, pulling her hard against him, and plundering her mouth. She groaned and ground her pelvis to Harry's leg. "I take it you approve of my plan."

"Very much so," she replied breathlessly.

"Why?"

She looked confused, "what do you mean why?"

"Exactly that, I'm not questioning you, I mean, I'm not worried about your answer, I'm just curious and I think it would heighten everything for me. I mean," Harry struggled to explain, "before all this, before I had sex with you and Hermione, it just didn't occur to me that different girls would have such... different desires. I'm not sure if I was sheltered, or just not imaginative, but I assumed there was pretty much one way to have sex, different positions and what not, but ultimately rather similar. You, my dear, have been quite the eye opener, especially compared with Hermione who seems to have somewhat more... standard tastes, and I find it's not enough to know you want this stuff, I want to know why, not to make sure you're, um... sure, I know you are, but I think the why is important. And sexy, I want to know how your mind works, and why you want the things you want. I feel like it will make it better."

Gabrielle smiled and bit her upper lip, clearly thinking it over and Harry waited patiently for her response. "Eet's...eet's freeing. I don't 'ave to zhink or worry about anyzhing, I can just feel. Part of eet iz you az well. I love you and trust you, and eet feels good to leave my wellbeing een your 'ands, knowing you will protect me and pleasure me, and... and I can zhink of no better gift to give zhe man I love ozher zhan my submission. Like I've said before, I've known from when I was young zhat I wanted zhis."

"How did you know?"

She blushed prettily, "well, um... when I um... started," she looked away, "started touching myself, I discovered zhat eet felt better eef I was restrained."

"How did you discover that?" Harry was finding her slight reluctance paired with her willingness an enormous turn on.

"Um..." she bit her upper lip again, "well, one day I woke from a... particularly arousing dream. Een zhe dream I was being 'eld down, but eet ended before I... finished. When I awoke I was completely tangled een zhe sheets, and was so close I didn't want to wait until I untangled myself, so I just wormed my 'and down and finished. At zhe time eet was zhe best orgasm I'd ever 'ad. After zhat I started experimenting wizh binding my legs or binding one of my 'ands while I... pleasured myself and eet only got better, and my dreams and fantasies only got more intense."

She paused, but looked like she had more to say so Harry waited patiently, running his hands up and down her back, holding her close, taking in everything she was saying.

"And zhen you saved me, and all zhose fantasies now 'ad a face to put to zhose once anonymous imaginary partners, and I knew you would be zhe only man I would submit too. Zhat zhe bond 'as... enhanced zhis only makes eet better. So, understand zhat when I say I am a fan of your plan for today, including torturing me wizh pleasure, you are quite literally making my dreams come true," she finished in a quiet yet impassioned voice.

"Gabrielle, it would be my pleasure to make your dreams come true... literally. Kreacher!"

The sour-faced elf appeared with a crack, "Master calls?"

"Kreacher, I have something to tell you, and some new rules."

Kreacher looked like he wanted to kick something, but bowed low until his nose brushed the ground, "of course Master."

"For your information, Mrs. Black's portrait has been moved to the drawing room with the tapestry."

Kreacher looked shocked, but didn't say anything, though his eyes bugged.

"We, that is Mrs. Black and I have come to an accord. I am to rebuild the glory of the house of Black, in my own way. I plan to remove the taint that is Bellatrix Lestrange, and use the wealth and power of this house to help the Magical world. How does that sound to you?"

Kreacher's mouth fell open, and he gaped at Harry, "Kreacher is not knowing what to think Master. Kreacher will of course do anything Master wishes, but is being glad that his former Mistress is... helping?"

"Was that a question Kreacher?"

"No?" he replied with uncertainty in his low croaking voice.

Harry sighed.

"Master?"

"Yes Kreacher?" Harry asked, and realized that this was the first time Kreacher had ever asked him anything, let alone spoke to him with out loathing laced through his words.

"What are Master's new rules?"

"Oh, well, first of all, absolutely no hate speech. I don't want to hear the word mudblood or blood traitor or anything of the like coming out of your mouth."

Kreacher nodded, but looked unhappy.

"Second, I don't know if you've noticed, but we are currently in the true House of Black."

Kreacher looked around and jumped, belatedly realizing where he was, "Mistress Black has told Master how to get here?" he asked in awe.

"Yes Kreacher. Like I said, we came to an accord. This is my house now, and while I'll probably be using the upper house a lot more, there are... some useful things down here. Specifically the potions lab and this room. I would like both cleaned regularly, and for that matter, the house proper needs to be cleaned as well. It's in a right state, and we're going to be fixing a lot of that today, and after that I would like it to stay clean. Do you think you can handle that, or do I need to get more help?"

Kreacher pulled himself to his tallest and puffed his chest out, "Kreacher is needing no help Master, Kreacher will clean again."

"Why did you stop?"

"Mistress bade Kreacher to stop, so as to make the house less welcoming to... the undesirables."

"Hmph, well, I want the house clean now, and we're going to be redecorating. Tell me Kreacher, do you have access to gold from the Black vault?"

"Yes Master, Kreacher can access Black gold to procure food and goods."

"Good, because I don't, and my trust is almost tapped out. How much gold is there?"

"Kreacher does not know Master, Kreacher was not being permitted to know previous Master's finances."

"Well, I mean I want you to completely redecorate, and I don't want to run out of gold..."

"If Kreacher can be making a suggestion Master, Kreacher is not thinking gold can run out."

"Of course it can."

"Yes Master, of course Master, but though Kreacher is not knowing particulars of Black gold, Kreacher is knowing much gold comes from property owned. Rent is still being paid Master, Goblins would not let flow of gold stop."

"Interesting... well ok then. Please bring my trunk down here, I have something to attend to and then we'll start in the entrance hall upstairs. I'll call you when we're there. Oh wait! One last rule."

Kreacher's fingers froze in mid air about to snap, "yes Master?"

"You under no circumstances are to have any contact with anyone who has the slightest chance of being a death eater. That includes the family of those people, and anyone t hey associate with unless I say otherwise. That especially includes the Malfoy's, the Lestranges, the Notts, the Goyles, and the Crabbes. Furthermore, you are expressly not to leave the boundaries of this house or make floo calls again with out my express permission, and even then when you leave you are only to accomplish what I asked you to do, nothing else. Is that clear?"

"Yes Master," Kreacher replied quickly.

"Oh, and when I ask you to leave the house for something I will be very, very specific, just saying something like 'get out' doesn't count. If you're unsure, feel free to ask me to clarify any orders I give you."

"Yes Master."

"Good, please bring me my trunk now."

With a crack Kreacher disappeared and Harry's trunk replaced him. Harry opened it and took out all the things they had bought at Wanda's and Gabrielle's trunk returning it to it's proper size. "Why don't you change into the corset?" Harry asked with a smile. She really did look lovely in it, and it did marvelous things to her breasts.

Beaming in anticipation Gabrielle took the corset, "anyzhing else?" she asked, her voice in that sotto purr again.

"Stockings and kickers, but don't put the knickers on yet."

"Back in a second... sir."

Harry's eyes glazed for a moment and a stupid grin crossed his face at the honorific. The title 'master' still made Harry squirm, and he would order Kreacher not to call him that if he didn't think the result would be a stroked out house elf, but for some reason 'sir' worked really well. Maybe it was because he called his professors sir. It was a title of respect he used, and hearing Gabrielle say it, directed at him, made Harry feel heady with power. He noticed belatedly that Gabrielle had already adjourned into the luxurious bath so he turned to their toys and found shelf space for them, then selected the ones he wanted to use for today.

There was a handy rolling table tucked into a corner, similar to the ones Muggle doctors used, but it was wood and ornate. 'More snakes' Harry thought exasperated. He placed the metal balls Gabrielle had picked out, and the leash Wanda had given him there and turned towards the extensive shelves of toys now at his disposal.

He knew what he was looking for from having seen them at Wanda's, though he hadn't bought one. Also, the book Wanda had sold him had a number of very intriguing spells and concepts. Things Harry hadn't considered before, but once the idea had been planted, stuck. Point in fact, Gabrielle was still a virgin in one place, and Harry wanted to rectify that. Sensual Magicks had painted an intriguing picture of buggering, and insisted that if done right, it would be quite pleasurable to both parties. That, and Gabrielle's desire to be dominated, well, Harry could think of little that represented total submission more than that. Still, Harry might not have had the nerve if Gabrielle herself hadn't been dropping hints that he was underutilizing her available assets. He also knew from from experience that when she climaxed, her whole body clenched in pleasurable contractions, and the thought of experiencing that first hand in another way; a decidedly naughty way, was intriguing.

Through his musings, Harry had found what he was looking for. A slender metal plug sitting on a burgundy velvet pillow, narrow at the tip, gently widening, before shrinking again and ending in a flared flat base. It looked quite clean and was polished to a near mirror shine, but Harry cast a few scourgifys anyways. After, he picked it up and was surprised at the heft, and was sure it would feel heavy and solid in Gabrielle's delightful bum, and would be unlikely to forget it was there.

He tapped it experimentally with his wand and saw it worked the same way as the ones at Wanda's. Every time he tapped it, the plug grew slightly thicker, maxing out at seven taps, and ending up thicker than Harry's penis. Five seemed to be closest, so he would stop there, but everything the book had said indicated he should take this very slow, and be very gentle.

He placed it on the small table, and grabbed the paddle Gabrielle had chosen as well; he'd have to ask her about that one. Turning back to the shelves he looked over for anything else he might want to use today. Not a blindfold, she'd be useless in redecorating. He looked over all the floggers and whips and crops, but decided that was a bit much for now, and perhaps ever. The idea of whipping Gabrielle held no interest for Harry; he was not a sadist.

There were nipple clamps and weights, and again Harry was not sure exactly what they would accomplish sensation wise. He rather thought it would hurt far too much to be enjoyable, and besides with the corset on, her nipples were not accessible anyways. Gags were out too, he wanted her input for decorations, and he especially wanted to hear all the sexy noises she made.

He decided to also grab the glass dildo he had bought and shrunk it, and dropped it in his pocket for later.

A little disappointed there was nothing else he wanted to use, Harry turned to the bed and pulled open the curtains. Like everything in the room, it was pristine and the sheets looked crisp and clean. They were a stark white and Harry was quite glad it was not more green. There were no pillows, and no blanket; this was a bed for sex and nothing more.

Looking at the bed, Harry realized it was actually quite tall. It would take a little hop for him to get in, and Gabrielle likely would have to jump or have help. The moment he made contact with the mattress however, it lowered instantly. Harry jumped back in shock, and realized it has resized itself to be the perfect height if Gabrielle were to bend over it at the waist. Harry smiled, "I love magic."

Just then Gabrielle emerged from the bathroom looking radiant in her corset and matching white stockings, and of course the ever present choker Harry had bought her. Somehow wearing all that, but with out her panties which were currently hanging from a finger made her look just that much more debauched, the little crease of her pussy all the more a target of Harry's attention as a field of bareness in-between her stocking clad legs and constrained belly and chest.

"You look divine Gabrielle."

"Zhank you 'Arry. Now, what are you going to do wizh me?" she asked a bit cautiously eyeing the objects set aside on the rolling table.

Harry gathered her into his arms and kissed her, "I'm going to use and violate every... last... inch of you."

"Good," she replied saucily with a devilish smile.

"Bend over the bed pet."

"Yes sir." She did so, and Harry had to stop again to admire her form. Everything she did was graceful, and seemingly designed to drive Harry wild. He wasn't sure if the little sigh as she settled on the bed was involuntary or directly for his benefit, but either way it didn't really matter.

Quite a bit shorter than harry was, her legs dangled a bit, and rather than use her toes she simply laid the back of her feet flat on the floor, and put all her weight on the bed, settling in comfortable with her arms stretched out in front of her, and her head to the side, eyes closed; a serene peaceful smile gracing her face as she waited for Harry to do whatever he was going to do.

"I have another question?"

"Yes 'Arry?"

"Why a paddle?"

She looked back, "why not?"

"Well, I mean, do you like pain?" he asked as he got on his knees and drew the small table over to his side. He began by simply caressing her backside softly waiting for her to answer.

Gabrielle sighed at Harry's attention and then answered, "sometimes. Not a lot of pain, but, my nipples are very sensitive, and eef I'm not aroused pinching zhem 'urts, but eef I'm really excited some'ow zhe 'eat of zhe pain blends wizh zhe pleasure. I've always enjoyed pinching and twisting zhem while I... touched myself."

"Interesting," said Harry, grabbing his wand, making as little noise as possible. "And being paddled?" He asked, as he started to gently stroke her sex with his left hand, never making contact with her clit, just light teasing strokes to the puffy outside, and occasionally dipping a finger gently inside to run from from to back, testing to see how aroused she was, though of course he could feel for himself; some things just had to be done by hand though, Harry thought.

Gabrielle gasped and spread her legs a bit wider, "um..." she was clearly having a bit more trouble concentrating, "I'd say eet's equal parts zhe blending of mild pain and pleasure, and submission. Eet's also like you're punishing me, like a spanking. Like I'm a bad naughty girl zhat needs to be punished.

Harry laughed lightly and started to stroke her clit direct, with little tiny light circles, "a bad naughty girl who needs to be punished, I like that."

"Oui 'Arry, I just can't 'elp myself around you. You make me so 'orny, please punish me so I can earn my come."

"Hmmmmm," Harry pretended to consider her request, "perhaps later. You've been very naughty, for a very long time, and I've yet to punish you, so I'm thinking we'll need all day for you to learn not to be so selfish with your needs." Harry smiled, he liked this game, and if the way Gabrielle was now flowing over his hand was any indication, so did she.

She started wriggling, trying to increase the pressure, "No pet, be still. This is your punishment remember?" Harry was finding he had to push the sensations coming from the bond back, or he'd fall into temptation. He kept them at a simmering level, so he was consciously aware of where she was at, and gained some pleasure from it, but the need was deadened almost entirely, at just about the same level as his own need, which while causing a painful hardness in his pants, was still controllable.

She stopped, and choked back a groan, "Oui sir, sorry sir, I'm just so close."

Harry stopped just as she was about to crest and she let out a mournful croon, "I know," he said gently stroking her back calmingly, "but we're just getting started, and there's other things I need to warm you up for before we start decorating."

She stiffened slightly as if she had briefly forgotten just how long this was going to last and then started wriggling again.

"Gabrielle," Harry warned, "you're squirming again, maybe I should paddle you so you learn how to stay still for your punishments?"

"Maybe you should?"

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you, you're so close to the edge that if I paddled you it might just push you over, thought you'd get a free come out of it, yeah?"

She cursed softly in French.

Harry laughed, "well, we can't have that, then it wouldn't be a punishment for being such a naughty little Witch would it?"

"Non sir."

"Well, lucky you, that book Wanda sold me, you remember? The one I wouldn't let you look at?"

"Oui!" she was sounding a bit desperate as Harry had reached back under to tease her directly again.

"Well, I learned a handy little spell, that's absolutely perfect for this situation, Pirfici Nox," he incanted drawing a tight circle on Gabrielle's skin with the tip of his wand.

She jumped, "what was zhat?" she asked turning her head back to look Harry in the eye's over her shoulder.

"Zhat, I mean that was a temporary enchantment that will prevent you from climaxing until I use a specially chosen code phrase."

Her eyes widened dramatically and before she could say anything Harry dived in, burying his face in her crotch, and licking and sucking for all he was worth. Gabrielle jumped and trashed and only held her place by Harry's firm grip on her bum. She screamed and pleaded for relief, but it only drove Harry on, using every trick and technique he knew to drive her out of her mind.

After only a minute, but what must have felt like forever to Gabrielle, Harry retreated. Her hands clawed at the bed spreads and pulled much of them up in her attempts to simultaneously get away and come, neither of which was going to happen. She was drenched in sweat, and panting loudly, so Harry summoned a bottle of water like he had seen joggers use and offered it to Gabrielle. She drank greedily and gave Harry a little breathless 'merci'.

Harry grabbed the paddle and made sure the softer side was aimed, "still so little control, look at how messy the sheets are?"

"Zhe sheets!?" she asked bewildered.

SMACK

She shrieked, then moaned, "oh merlin..." she said shakily.

"I'm going to do six, three for each cheek, every time you squirm I'm adding one, feel free to make as much noise as you want though. Oh, and I'd like you to count."

"Oui sir." she steadied her breathing, and seemed to focus on it, in through her nose, out of her mouth.

SMACK

She shrieked again, but didn't squirm, "deux."

"Are you going to count in French?"

"Oui si-"

SMACK

She jumped this time, "tsk, tsk, that's seven now."

"Zhat was a dirty trick."

"Well, you've been very naughty."

SMACK

"Ugh, quatre!"

Her arousal was flowing in thick creamy rivulets down her thighs, and said thighs were shaking, but she kept still.

SMACK SMACK

She made a kind of 'unf' noise, "cinq, six!" Her hands were clenched, fisting the sheets and trembling, but she hadn't moved.

"Very good," he started stroking her again with his left hand and Gabrielle let out a plaintive moan. "I'm proud of you for learning your lesson." Her bum was a light pink now, and true to what she had said the stinging of the paddle had shot straight to her sex, the light pain and pleasure swirling around in one bit arousing warm mess.

"For the rest of the day you can squirm and move all you want."

"May I come sir?"

"Not just yet, though feel free to ask as much as you want."

SMACK SMACK

She shrieked and jumped up, "what!?"

"You forgot the extra one?"

"Zhat was seven and eight, I only earned one extra one."

"Wanted to keep things even," Harry grabbed her by the backside and pulled her to him, kissing her deep. His hands on her pink tender flesh sent a new wave of warm tingling heat through her, and she seemed to melt against him, all her passion building up through her body, and expressing itself out in her little pink tongue, battling with Harry's sensuously, like she was showing him just how he affected her through their kiss.

"Over the bed again."

She bend dutifully, if a bit wary this time.

"We're done with the paddle for now, I promise. The rest is all pleasure, though, in the end you might think it's worse."

Harry took the metal balls first, and inserted them into her pussy one at a time, the inner ball rolling around already, making a soft chiming noise. Gabrielle made a kind of surprised 'oooh' and squeaked when the other one went in and jostled the first one.

"Get up and take a few steps, see how they feel."

She did so, and on her first step, they shifted dramatically and she almost fell. The weights inside the balls made sure they shifted randomly with her every movement, and each step was an exercise is teasing pleasure."

"What do you think?"

She gave him a dark look, but couldn't help but lift the corner of her mouth in a slight smile, "positively torturous."

"Back on the bed."

Once there, Harry couldn't help but take a short quick lick. She jumped and arched her back, cooing. Harry picked up the plug, currently at it's slimmest, barely thicker than a Muggle pencil at the tip, and pressed it gently against her arsehole, not pushing in, just rubbing in little circles, the self lubricating charm already activating.

"Cold!"

Harry hit the plug with a warming charm, and Gabrielle voiced her appreciation. Harry spent a solid two minutes working it in, pausing every time he felt the beginnings of a twinge of real pain. He kept up the teasing of her clit the whole time as well, figuring correctly that it would distract and relax her. Finally, it passed the widest point and sunk quickly to the base. Gabrielle sighed and shifted. It felt heavy in her, and very present. In fact it was hard for her to concentrate on anything else, and Harry could already tell, with it's more than snug fit, that every little movement would cause the plug to shift and wiggle in her. Paired with the metal balls in her cunt, every step would be a teasing, pleasurable torture.

"How do you feel?" Harry asked, stroking her back soothingly, tracing the edge of the plug's flat base. He knew of course, what the physical sensations were like, with vivid exacting detail, but he wanted her view on it.

Gabrielle shifted a bit and wiggled, "full," she finally said.

Harry chuckled, "does it feel good?"

"I... yes?"

"Not sure?"

"Um... 'aving trouble zhinking. Eet's... 'ard to ignore."

"Don't try to ignore it, embrace it. Revel in it. Can you stand?"

"I zhink so."

She stood, shakily using her hands against the bed to brace herself. When she was righted, she turned slowly and stood before Harry. Harry took two steps back and beckoned her. She took a normal sized step and swooned. Both her holes were very tight, and very full; the plug shifted dramatically when she stepped, and she contracted hard around it, which in turn shifted the balls against one another, stroking her insides. She shuddered and tried to take another step and almost fell, but Harry caught her. "You alright?"

"Eet's... intense."

Harry sat down on the bed and pulled her sideways into his lap. Her legs pressed tightly together minimized the movement of the balls, and while she couldn't ignore the presence of the plug, if she wasn't moving around much, it didn't shift. Harry simply held her, stroking her hair and whispering calming words to her, and gradually her arousal faded. Before it was completely gone though, Harry stood up, pulling her with him and asked her to try walking again.

She took a tentative step, and the sensations were far less potent. She sighed in relief and tried walking in a circle around the room. Five steps in and she was getting hot, ten and she was dripping again. A full circuit back to Harry and she was breathing hard, but the sensations were manageable. "I zhink zhat eef I am not on zhe cusp of orgasm, I can walk fine."

"Good, why don't you put your knickers on?"

She pouted but did it anyways.

"These," he said as he tugged on the waist band drawing her in close, "wont be coming off until I decide to let you come." With that Harry grabbed the leash and attached it to her choker. Gabrielle blushed, but the wave of heat heat coming from more than just her cheeks told Harry she was quite taken with the idea of him leading her around, and her widening eyes told him she realized that with the leash, Harry would be controlling the pace at which they walked, taking away any control she had over the taunting objects inside of her.

With that, Harry started walking towards the door, and quickly reached the end of the leash. Gabrielle had to take much larger strides than she would have normally, and the shifting and teasing became intense. By the time they had returned to the dreary basement and the stairs up into the house proper, she was on the verge of climaxing, and sweat stuck her hair to her face. Taking pity on her, Harry grabbed her up into his arms bridal style and carried her up the stairs. Gabrielle could do little but cling to him, panting, trying to calm herself.

Once upstair, Harry set Gabrielle on her feet, and walked to the foyer at a much more sedate pace. Gabrielle for the most part kept pace with Harry at his side, but occasionally had to stop for a second when a particularly strong twinge went through her. Once there, Kreacher popped in unexpectedly, surprising the pair. For a brief heart stopping moment Harry was worried that Kreacher would react badly to what he and Gabrielle were doing, but he figured with Mr. and Mrs. Black's tendencies, Kreacher was already used to such things, and he was probably correct, as Kreacher didn't even seem to notice Gabrielle's outfit as anything out of the ordinary.

"Is Kreacher to be starting redecorating now Master?"

"Um... yes? I thought it would be a group effort though."

"Nonsense, Kreacher is taking care of Master's house. Tell Kreacher what Master desires and Kreacher will be doing it."

"Well that's handy, isn't it?" he asked Gabrielle.

She had apparently not been listening, but she heard Harry ask her something, and responded with a distracted, "wha?"

She was flushed from her cheeks to the tops of her breasts which were heaving in the constricting outfit, and much of her hair was matted to her face. She looked debauched, and Harry took a moment to admire her before cleaning her of sweat and setting her hair right with a few charms. She thanked him weakly and leaned against him. He dutifully put his arm around her waist and helped her stand, at the same time he could feel that she had grown used to the plug, no longer feeling like she was stretched, so he sneakily reached behind her with his wand and tapped the plug, expanding it slightly. She stiffened immediately and glared at Harry.

"Oh, did I forget to mention it expands?"

"Yes, you did."

"Well it expands."

Harry responded by kissing her neck, and despite her mock anger Gabrielle leaned into him more, and sighed, arching her head back to give him more room.

"So Gabrielle, what should we do with the entrance hall?"

"I thought you said autumn colors?"

"I did didn't I? Well, that was sort of a joke I guess, I wan't being serious. Anyway, Kreacher I appreciate the help, but don't put yourself out for it."

"Kreacher is using magic Master," he responded confused, like Harry was speaking gibberish.

"Okay, well, get rid of the umbrella stand, and the elf heads for a start."

"The... the elf heads Master?" Kreacher looked devastated.

Harry sighed, "Kreacher, I know how you feel about it, and I know what the intent was, but it's... frankly it's rather creepy, and I don't think it's dignified at all, but if you really feel strongly about it, why don't you move them into your room... for... inspiration?" Harry ended weakly. He hoped Kreacher accepted it, because there was no way they were staying out in the open like that. It made the house feel like it's previous residents had hunted house elves for sport.

Apparently Kreacher was fine with it, and with a snap and series of loud cracks they disappeared along with the troll leg umbrella stand.

"Well, now I'm lost. I'm sort of, out of my element here, any ideas?"

"Not really, non."

Harry sighed and looked around, thinking about what he could do to make the place more welcoming. "More light, this place is so dark all the time."

"We could add windows," Gabrielle added.

"Kreacher, can we add windows along this wall?"

"Of course Master."

"Alright, and um... how about a nice cheery sky blue for the walls?"

"Oh!" said Gabrielle suddenly, "I 'ave an idea."

"Tell me," said Harry, who noticed that her arousal had dimmed dramatically, so he started roaming his hands again, and settled with one, tapping the plug gently, and the other dipped into her panties, playing with her pussy, but avoiding direct contact with anything too stimulating.

She groaned, closed her eyes and blew out a calming breath, "we could give zhe rooms... what's zhe word... ah, a motif."

"A what?"

Gabrielle sighed in frustration and Harry dipped a finger inside her until he met the balls, and stirred them a bit. Gabrielle arched her hips and grunted, "like, zhis room would be morning, and as we go along room to room zhey would change from morning to night."

"The Kitchen would end up being all dark though."

"True, so maybe just this room?"

"Yeah! We could paint it like the sky, and have it rise on that side, arch over and set. We could even key it to the actual day and night cycle."

"No problem," said Gabrielle quickly drawing her wand from between her breasts and pulling away from Harry; he wondered if many girls did that, so far both Gabrielle and Hermione had kept their wand there when their clothing made other options unfeasible. Harry also thought she had jumped at the chance to cast some spells as to earn an impromptu break from Harry's merciless teasing.

"You can do all that?"

Gabrielle shot him a confident look and smiled saucily, "charms prodigy remember?"

"Right," replied Harry chuckling.

She waved her wand back and forth in large arcs from wall to wall and the ceiling, mumbling a constant stream of spells. The color of the walls slowly bled white and the old and weathered dark wallpaper peeled and curled up on the floor. When the walls were bare, Gabrielle stopped, took a deep breath and started again, this time with one sweep, but her movements were much slower, with precise little deviations in her arcing motion.

From the swirl of color now seeping steadily from the point of her wand to the wall, fanning out and flattening right up to the corners, and the wooden molded archway that led into the main hall. Once settled the shifting colors settled, and slowly in the wake of Gabrielle's sweeping wand a scene appeared. On the east side a simple beach and soft waves beyond appeared, less a meticulous drawing, but more an implied scene with broad strokes of color abstractly creating the scene. At the opposite side the skyline of London as it appeared from the house.

Harry shocked to speechlessness at Gabrielle's surprisingly artistic hand simply waited to see what she would do next.

Next was the sun apparently, as she 'painted' it on the ceiling, and with a soft "lumos minimus" the orb glowed, casting a soft muted light over the whole scene.

"Zhe colors will change when eet rises and sets, zhen zhe moon will make zhe same path."

"That was amazing."

"Zhank you, 'Arry."

"I mean really, it's beautiful," Harry's voice had taken on a husky quality. He found that her skill set him off somehow. He grabbed her and brought his head down into a searing kiss, grabbing her arse with abandon and lifting her into his arms. She threaded her arms through Harry's and held onto the back of his shoulders. She had clenched her behind when Harry grabbed her, and contracted around the plug she had forgotten was there. It send heat through her, pooling in her sex, which also clenched twisting the balls around making her writhe against Harry, which just made Harry more forceful, which in turn made her shift more setting off the cycle even more. It was a sudden ramping up too, and she moaned and gasped, clenching her legs around Harry reveling in the sensation, and it wasn't until she was right at the precipice and couldn't climax that she seemed to remember her predicament, and started to beg.

"Pleaze 'Arry, pleaze let me come! I'm so close," she nearly sobbed, unable to stop her writhing which of course just made it worse.

Harry found he had to dampen the sensations coming from Gabrielle to avoid falling to his knees. Rather than grant her request, wanting to push his own resistance to temptation as much as Gabrielle's limits. With a snap they disappeared entirely, and Harry suddenly felt quite empty. He gradually opened the link until it was just a simmering veneer of sensation. He then looked Gabrielle straight in the eyes and said, "not yet."

She moaned piteously, and kept writhing even though she knew what it did to her, but when Harry reached down and into her kickers and grasped the base of the plug, she froze, eyes wide and slightly scared. Then, slowly, he pulled it out to it's widest point, held it there a breathless second and slammed it back in.

Gabrielle arched, pressing her bound breasts tight against Harry's chest, mouth open in a soundless scream, eyes bugged in disbelief that she still could not climax. She was in overload, and Harry began to rapidly fuck her with the plug in one hand, and hold her against him with the other. Every time it bottomed out in her bottom she would inhale quickly and squeakily, and grip Harry's shoulders with a bit more force, trying simultaneously to arch away from the intruding plug and fuck herself back on it.

Harry hit some sort of limit however, and her body began to tighten rhythmically in pre-orgasmic ripples. It was almost pain and her eye's scrunched tight, and her expression was so unreserved, so primal and needful, that Harry couldn't help but stop, slamming the plug all the way back in and almost falling to the ground, cradling Gabrielle beneath him as he plundered her mouth and ground his groin against hers.

She lay there bonelessly, managing to kiss Harry back, but it was weak and distracted. Harry for a moment let the link between them slip open and buried himself in her need for him and his hands, or his mouth, or his cock and simply held her now, until they both calmed considerably.

When they were both coherent again Gabrielle stretched beneath him and her back popped in a series of satisfying cracks. She called Harry a bastard, but her voice was laden with lust and just a hint of awe at the sensations Harry had been able to wring from her.

Harry laughed and got unsteadily to his feet, drawing Gabrielle up with him conjuring the water bottle again and handing it to her, "we're just getting started, just think about how insane your orgasm will be at the end of all this."

She took a long drink, "We're only one room een, and zhat waz already zhe most intense thing I've ever felt. Eef I 'ad come zhen I zhink I would 'ave lost my mind, and you want to do more."

"We haven't even finished the first room."

She groaned, "what else iz zhere for zhe entrance?"

"How about two big windows on either side of the door. Let some light in. Oh, and tinted so we can see out, but nobody can see... well, I guess that actually doesn't matter now does it?"

"Sound lovely, 'ave Kreacher do eet."

Chuckling, Harry called Kreacher over and explained the windows he wanted, and Kreacher assured him that by the next morning they would be installed. With a satisfied grin and Harry's face the trio left the entrance hall, looking much brighter and welcoming than ever before, Kreacher keeping pace ahead of them, rapidly cleaning the house as they moved through it.

The hallway they decided was so laden with portraits that there wasn't much decoration to add, but they again removed the old dreary wallpaper, and painted it a bright sky blue. At midday the entrance hall and the main hall would be the same color essentially, and Gabrielle thought some happy fluffy clouds on the ceiling would look cheery. Gabrielle similarly added a charm to the torches to make them burn brighter and larger and white, filling the hall with light. The portraits complained, shielding their eye's, but Harry brushed them off and said, "you'll get used to it I'm sure."

When they entered the dinning room Gabrielle asked with more than a little frustration, "so, 'ow many more rooms before I get to come?"

"Let's finish the ground floor, so the kitchen and the den, and we can do the bedrooms that are probably going to be used most, so the master, Hermione's, Ron's and yours."

"I don't need my own bedroom," Gabrielle exclaimed, shocked that Harry would even suggest such a thing.

"Well, I don't expect you'll be sleeping there, you don't even need to have a bed in there if you don't want, it'll just be your space, but if you think I'm not going to have you in my bed every night you're crazy."

"Hmmmmm, you should take me zhere now."

"Not yet, we have six more rooms to go."

"Skip mine for now."

Harry chuckled, "impatient aren't we? Fine, we can do your bedroom another time."

"'Arry, fuck me please."

"No."

"Why?" she asked in a whimper. She pulled her needy and most innocent face and clung to the front of Harry's shirt pressing herself against him, "please 'Arry, you're so 'ard, I can feel you throbbing in your pants. Use me. Take me. Rape me, fuck me, fill me up until zhere iz nozhing left!" she was rubbing up and down against Harry's whole front, and clawing at him lightly through his shirt. It sent shudders down Harry's spine, and he arched into her movements.

'So this was her game,' Harry thought. Rather than beg to be allowed to climax, she would beg Harry to take her, obviously thinking that Harry's orgasm would satisfy her, bypassing the charm and forcing her to climax with him. Harry rather thought she was right, but in any case was determined to deny himself for as long, or possibly longer than he was denying her. "No," he said simply.

Gabrielle fell off of Harry quickly, and with a devious smirk dropped to the ground, sitting on the plug and rolling her hips in a little circle. The plug shifted and rotated in her, forcing barely tolerable spikes of pleasure to shoot up through her. Her hand dove down into her knickers and she stoked herself until a puddle formed beneath her. She moaned and screeched in pleasure and denial and shot a look at Harry who was kneeling and smiling at her display. She stopped instantly her expression dying, "why aren't you rolling on zhe floor in pleasure?"

"I can dampen the bond if I focus on it."

"What! Zhat-zhat isn't fair!" she cried.

"No, it's not," said Harry falling forward and pulling Gabrielle into his lap as he sat on the floor. He played with the tops of her breasts and kissed her, while sneaking his wand back down and tapping the plug bringing it to it's third size. She gasped and squirmed in Harry's arms.

"I'm thinking a night theme for the dinning room, any ideas?"

Gabrielle groaned, "stars?" she suggested weakly.

"Yeah," said Harry craning his neck up to look at the ceiling. "The constellations, and lots of blues and purples for the walls."

"Ugh," said Gabrielle weakly getting up from Harry's lap, "I'm so... FUCK!" she shouted stoping her foot and rounded on Harry, "I can't believe you can dampen zhe bond. I zhought I 'ad you zhere. I was just going to play wizh myself until you couldn't take eet anymore and TAKE ME! Can't you feel it 'Arry? My pussy keeps squeezing, grasping for somezhing, but eet's just zhose thrice damned balls. Can't you tell what eet wants 'Arry?" She leant over and held Harry's face in her hands, "eet wants somezhing better to squeeze around. Somezhing hot, and hard, and attached to you." She kissed him, slow and passionately and when she was done, "please 'Arry?"

"Not yet."

"When zhen!? I can't..." she ground her teeth as her whole stomach tightened again against her will, and gasped as the sensations shot straight to her pussy. Her face was flushed and covered in sweat, "I can't take much more of zhis."

Harry got up swiftly and leaned over Gabrielle, locking eyes, but not touching. "Actually, I think you can take much more. Actually, I was going to use this room as a bit of a rest. You're the one who decided to masturbate, and those 'thrice damned balls' were your selection, remember?"

Gabrielle grumbled something under her breath, then, "stars right?" she said, still panting.

"Right," said Harry, stepping back to watch her skillful charms work again, trying to figure out why he found her exceptional wand work such a turn on.

She did her wallpaper peeling spell again, and turned the walls, in alternating blocks every time she hit a seam or bit of moulding, a deep midnight blue and a dark dusky purple, and the ceiling pitch black. The torches also disappeared, and only the afternoon light streaming in through the windows all along the outside wall of the room, kept the place lit.

Pointing her wand upwards Gabrielle started making little quick jabbing motions, mumbling again. It was like she was poking holes through the ceiling. Each jab shot made several flickering pinpricks of light appear in the shape of all the constellations Harry remembered from Astronomy, and few he had forgotten. When she was done, the room was subtly lit by them, and Harry could tell, even with the curtains on all the windows closed, the 'stars' and the candle laden crystal chandelier hanging over the center of the great long table would be more than enough light to dine by.

Satisfied, Harry led Gabrielle by her leash into the kitchen and they both decided, that other than replacing the worn and cracked paint on the cabinets, and walls that little more was needed. They settled on a warm and cheery yellow, thinking about breakfast usually taking place in the room, and Gabrielle directed a permanent breeze to flow through the garden and in the kitchen window, filling the space with the smell of flowers and fresh grass, two smells Harry loved.

After a bit of thought, Harry decided that it needed a bit more, and directed Kreacher to start decorating the kitchen with vases and flowers from the garden, and to replace them when they wilted. Thinking it would brighten the room considerably, and probably give Mrs. Weasley a bit of a shock to find it so decorated, they departed to the upstairs.

By the time they got to the top Gabrielle was leaning against Harry and shaking. She was still getting random contractions in her abdomen and sex. Rather than get used to them, they had started to become more ragged, and pull louder and more pained noises from Gabrielle, though Harry could still feel overwhelming pleasure, and was always cautious to check for any real pain, though not the pain of incompletion that was flowing through her, making her clit throb repeatedly, the lips of her sex swollen, her fluids having long soaked through her panties, trickling down her thighs, starting to stain her stockings.

They went into Ron's room first, and found that he, or more probably Mrs. Weasley forcing him or having done it herself, had cleaned the room up nice and tidy. It was relatively plain, painted the same soft cream colour as all the other guest rooms. "Kreacher," said Harry, "find some time to buy every Chudley Cannons poster you can, no repeats, and wallpaper the room with them."

Ron's room done, they moved next into Hermione's. It was almost completely bare (she had never used it for more than sleeping) and Harry wondered what he could do to make it more 'Hermione' like. "Kreacher, the door to the library that can go two ways, can we add another potential door to it?"

"Kreacher not be knowing Master. Kreacher will be asking Mrs. Black how."

"Good, I'd like another door to the library put in here, and some shelves... you know, I think I know exactly what I'm getting Hermione for Christmas."

Gabrielle was leaning against the wall, eyes closed, trying to control her breathing. Harry stalked up to her trying to be stealthy, but she groaned wearily when he was almost upon her, "what now?" she whispered.

"I'm having trouble deciding what else to do for Hermione's room."

"I can't even zhink straight."

Harry pulled her into a warm hug, "try. All I can think of is books and I've got that covered."

"She's been your friend for six years, and all you can think of is books?"

"Trust me when I say there's nothing Hermione is more passionate about than learning, and books are an extension of that. Every year I ask her what she wants for her birthday and christmas and every year she says books. I've also never seen what her dorm looks like at Hogwarts, so I don't know what she likes in the way of nicknacks. I've also never seen her house. I know she likes expensive quills, it's one of the only things I've ever seen her splurge on besides books. She's not into makeup, or perfume. I guess I just don't know what she likes. We're usually discussing, deeper things."

"I zhink you should encourage 'er to decorate 'er own room."

"You just want to be done decorating."

"Non, really, she seems like a girl 'oo likes to organize, she will want to place everzhing een a way zhat makes sense to 'er. Zhink about 'ow she arranges 'er notes when she does 'omework."

"Good point, alright, I guess were done with this room. I think you've been very lucky so far, were nearly done and it's only, "Harry cast a tempus,"four thirty."

They approached the master bedroom. Harry had never been in there. Sirius had refused to use the room, and instead stayed in his old bedroom, which was untouched, and Harry planned to keep it that way, at least for now. The master bedroom was keyed to whoever owned the house, so no one, not even Mrs. Weasley had been able to get in, with Sirius' refusal to open it, so Harry had warned Gabrielle to be cautious, knowing that it had never been swept for dark objects like the rest of the house.

The first thing Harry thought when they first entered, was that he was starting to get really, really tired of the colour green. The four poster bed was immense, bigger than the one in the 'play room', and was far more ornate, with snakes still the driving motif of the house. They were everywhere, the handles of the doors, the embroidery on the curtains, the edge of the expansive mirror astride the double vanity tables. The taps in the connected bathroom, which was also huge. The tub could easily fit 12 all along the circular edge, and it had many holes and spouts, and reminded Harry strongly of a hot tub, that he only remembered due to a series of irritating commercials with some garishly dressed Muggle shouting about low prices and low interest rates. He also remembered, it was one of the few things Dudley had asked for and not received.

Harry looked a bit closer at the bed. There were four separate curtains, rather than one long one on a track above the bed. The gaps were covered by four narrow strips of cloth threaded through twin brass rings attached to the top and bottom of the posts. Harry grinned and pulled aside the curtain on the foot of the bed. Sure enough, the four rings were repeated on the inside at the top and bottom as well, but had no cloth running through them. Harry was almost positive what they were for. It seemed that Mr. and Mrs. Black's escapades had extended beyond the 'play room', but in a far more subtle way, that would probably go unnoticed if say, one of their sons, when they were children, came running into their room having woken from a nightmare.

He looked around the room with a slightly more careful gaze. There, a padded trunk sat at the foot of the bed and also had four smaller brass rings, one on each thick wooden leg. 'Those are for wrists and thighs,' thought Harry. He began to hit everything in the room with colour changing charms, copying the pallet of the Gryffindor common room and dorms. The room was soon all dark reds and wood coloured, and Gabrielle had set about changing all the snakes into lions, badgers and ravens. Raven's wings now adorned the edges of the large mirrors, and the taps were the outstretched paws of lions.

When they were done Harry gathered Gabrielle up into his arms and said, "all done," with a broad smile and tapped the plug bringing it to it's fourth stage.

Gabrielle jumped, and groaned, but it was anticipatory this time, "finally," she leapt into his arms, forcing Harry to grab her delectable arse, "fuck me."

"Get on the bed and draw the curtains open."

She bounded onto the bed, giggling excitedly, and settling into a kneeling position, bum on her ankles, legs spread as her hands traced her thighs, "'ow do you want me?"

"Kreacher, we're done for today."

"Yes Master," he popped away with a crack.

Harry summoned the padded chains and tossed them on the bed before climbing on and forcing Gabrielle down on her back. He pressed her into the bed and dove into her mouth, tracing her teeth and gums, and wrestling tongue against tongue. Gabrielle moaned piteously and clutched at him, begging him with out words to finally take her to the end of this game, that it had been long enough, and that she had lived long enough with this pressing need.

Harry slowly laced his fingers through hers and pulled her arms over her head until she was stretched out, never breaking their sensuous kiss. He held the there with one hand, and reached for two of the chains with the other. He brought them up and locked them around Gabrielle's wrists. She groaned, clearly realizing that Harry meant to continue teasing her.

When both her wrists were shackled, he leant up on his haunches, "you know the book where I got the spell you're currently suffering under?" asked Harry conversationally.

Gabrielle glared at him, "non, I 'ad forgotten."

Harry leaned back in and got very close to her face, "what are you?"

Gabrielle looked confused so Harry amended his question, "what are you, to me?"

Understanding dawned in her eyes, and she smiled naughtily, "I'm yours," she purred.

"More specific."

"I'm your slut."

"And?"

"Your whore," her breath was becoming ragged."

"And?" Harry asked softer this time, caressing her face.

"Your plaything."

"Yesssss," Harry hissed and kissed her, "that book, is far more than spell work. It has many interesting ideas about, restraint for instance."

Harry grabbed the ends of the chains and affixed them to the posts at the foot of the bed, drawing her arms downward, and eventually stretched taught. She looked confused again, and Harry not bothering to explain attached the padded cuffs of the remaining two chains to her ankles. Harry got up and moved to the head of the bed, pulling the chains with him. He stood at the end of the bed and drew her legs up and over, pulling the chains farther and farther past her head. She realized, her eyes going wide, what Harry was doing. He pulled until her legs were straight and bent over her head, spread wide and affixed to either post above her.

She was stretched and quite immobile now, her entire body taught and pulled tight. Harry went back to the foot of the bed and gazed at her center, entirely exposed and pulled open. The position of her legs forced her pelvis to curl invitingly, the plug visible and off the bed, the lips of her pussy pulled open; he could see her contract over and over, and he stared until she blushed, then made the plug grow larger.

Then with a flourish Harry released all the bindings on her corset and pulled it roughly from her body. Her blush extended to the tops of her breasts and down her neck at the new exposure. Her breasts heaved as her breathing increased, and Harry reached over, and with a gentle touch, rubbed her clit in a slow sensual circle. She tensed even more if that was possible, and tried to thrash in the bonds and press her body upwards, but her positioning prevented her from raising more than an inch, and Harry kept up with her movements, preventing her from increasing the sensation.

"I'm paraphrasing, but the book had this to say on restraints," Harry continued as if they were discussing it over dinner, and seemingly in deference to her squirming and soft cries, "when you come, it's so intense that the body craves to pull inwards, every muscle tensing. You want to find purchase on something while your mind and body explodes. Of course I've felt the way you cling to me when you come, so now you wont be able to. The last time I had you tied to the bed, you were spread eagle, and could raise your hips to fuck me back, and you had a lot of movement for your arms and legs. As you can see, in this position you are far more restrained."

Harry increased the pressure, but only slightly. Gabrielle's legs were nearly vibrating, and she was pounding the mattress with her fists.

"It said, that the clenching and clutching were actually distractions to the feelings of climaxing, and that we naturally seek to reduce the intensity because it becomes overwhelming, but when you're restrained like this, it makes it so you can't alleviate anything. It forces you to experience everything and can't get away no matter how intense the sensations get. And I'm going to make you experience every exquisite detail."

She was clawing at the sheets. Harry gazed at her hands, clenching and releasing every time she clenched inside. Stopping his ministrations Harry reached down for both her hands and turned them palm up, and gently flattened them, then charmed them petrified. Gabrielle's labored breathing froze for a moment, and she lifted her head and gazed at her hands in horror, then at Harry, "oh, oh, oh nooooooooo," she moaned, she tried flexing them, and they twitched slightly. "You bastard, you unbelievable bastard," there was a touch of awe in her voice.

Harry removed her knickers by severing them and pulling the scraps from her body. Reaching into her he fished out the balls. She thrashed and pounded the back of her hands uselessly against the bed, grinding the back of her head restlessly, a keening cry pulled uncontrollably from her. When they were out Harry stuck two of his fingers inside her and slowly massaged her g-spot. Gabrielle panted and wailed, pulling uselessly at her restraints, pumping her pelvis up and down as much as she could on Harry's fingers. Her fluids were streaming out in a continuous flow.

Harry pulled the dildo from his pocket and enlarged it. He placed the tip at her entrance, and her head shot up and stared, gaping. In one fluid motion he pushed it in to the base.

Gabrielle screamed. The ripples of the glass rubbed in random waves, and the slickness of the glass made the movement overly fluid. Gliding more than sliding in her. He could feel her insides gripping the toy, but there was no purchase, and every movement, in and out, was smooth and silky. She shook in her restraints, tensing, trying to close her legs and her most sensitive bits from the overstimulation.

Harry tapped the dildo and it began to move on its own, in and out, at its slowest speed. It was precise and relentless, Gabrielle shaking like she was crazed, "ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck."

Harry tapped the plug. It grew to stage five. Gabrielle lifted off the bed as far as she could and held there, tensed completely mouth open in a soundless scream. Harry, using the last spell in his current repertoire, made the plug start vibrating, intensely, and as quick as he could, set the dildo to it's highest setting.

It pounded in and out of her at an unbelievable pace, and Gabrielle couldn't keep still any longer. She screamed and screamed, utilizing every bit of movement available to her, to jerk and shake uncontrollably on the bed. Harry stood from the bed and removed his clothes and took a moment to admire her toes, and the way they clenched and released, and flexed out sometimes so every toe was separated. He watched the way the arches of her feet flexed and stretched, then her whole foot would squeeze shut again trying to curl into a ball.

With a wave and a finite everything stopped and Gabrielle collapsed. She tried to lift her head but couldn't, "please," she said quiety.

Harry leant over and smoothed his hands soothingly over her belly and her breasts. No teasing, just calm reassuring pressure, "shhhhh pet, we're almost done." Harry reached down and slowly worked the plug out of her arse. She whined at the widest point, then sighed dramatically when it was free.

He positioned himself, and gently set the tip of his cock against her arsehole. He ran his hands up her legs and felt them trembling. "Ready?" he asked.

Gabrielle shouted her reply, "yes fucking yes, just fuck my ass already!"

Still slick from the lubrication the plug had been producing Harry slipped the tip in. She was gloriously tight, and hot. Unbelievably hot. They both groaned deeply at the sensation, the tight slick heat, and the rigidity of Harry's manhood.

He slid in slowly, too slowly for Gabrielle, who thrashed anew, "'Arry! Just fucking do eet!"

Shrugging, Harry slid home with a wet 'shlick' and gasped as she tensed around him. Feeling no pain Harry started to thrust, in and out at a medium pace and Gabrielle's struggling increased, "Merde! Oh fuck, zhats so fucking good! I love zhis!"

Harry couldn't help but pound into her, and she started to chant 'oui' over and over, her pitch rising higher and higher until she was simply squealing. Harry set the dildo vibrating again and her squealing transformed in an instant to wailing cries while Harry fucked her as fast as he possibly could, slapping against her legs.

Her stomach rippled with exertion as she was held on the precipice of climax, contractions rippling through her rapidly in false orgasm, her whole body shaking and twisting as much as she could in her bonds and beneath Harry. He leaned over and nibbled her ear and said in a whisper, "come for me," while allowing the bond to bloom into full.

She sucked in an enormous breath, tensed entirely for barely a second, and crashing into oblivion screaming something like 'UNGAWDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'. She pulsed around Harry at a speed and intensity he couldn't believe. Her orgasm was full body and utterly rapturous. Her eyes were wild and unseeing while she screamed uncontrollably. It was absolutely true what the book had said. Gabrielle's lack of movement intensified and focused the pleasure. Her clit felt on fire, and the unescapable buzzing extended her come, and forced it to go on and on, and Harry, unable to focus at all any longer dove into her sensations entirely and let go, climaxing instantly, his orgasm wrenched from him, and he felt the furious pounding of her heart and nipples and clit and pussy all in time; her whole body thrumming with sensation, and his piled on top of her, and the restraints became even more denying as Harry's climax merged with Gabrielle's forcing her body to come wildly again and again with each blinding shot from Harry.

Both were sent, shouting and incoherent, sounding for all the world like they were being murdered; shuddering, thrusting, and shaking through a solid half hour of fuck-bliss.

When it was all over, Harry ended the vibrations and the spell on her hands, and pulled out of Gabrielle weakly, barely any strength left in his limbs. He managed to tap the restraints, freeing Gabrielle who's legs flopped down onto the bed bonelessly. Her eyes were still wide, and she seemed to stare at nothing, but Harry noticed her flexing her hands open and closed, and her breathing, labored and deep, was never the less evening out.

Harry had just enough strength left to fall onto his side and pull Gabrielle to hers. They wrapped around each other, each finding purchase. Gabrielle who had been denied being able to clutch and feel Harry's body though the whole ordeal rubbed her hands harshly against the skin of his back and neck, like she was making sure he was still there.

Both so drained and sated they quickly began to calm and fade into a deep dreamless sleep. Two thoughts ran through Harry's head just before he lost consciousness. The first, that he was awed and slightly humbled at Gabrielle's submission to him, that she would let him put her through such an ordeal in the pursuit of some sort of super orgasm; and the second, that here, with Gabrielle in his arms, at the conclusion of a long and satisfying bout of kinky sex that left them both immensely fulfilled, in a house he owned and had spent the day decorating with a woman he loved and cherished, that he had never in his left felt more at home and at peace with himself.