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Authors Note: I normally do not put notes ahead of the chapter, but I want to make certain everyone is clear on one point. This is a Romance/Humor fic and as such, the Plot consists of Romance and Humor. Additionally, this is a Harem fic, crossed over with an Anime/Eroge visual novel game; this means that often times the term "plot" can be loosely used to mean "fan service".
Hogwarts Shuffle! Chapter Twenty-One
10/29 – Tuesday
Harry had a very fitful night trying to sleep after Gin left him frustrated and aching. It was impossible to take his mind off of the events of the night, because the naked Gabby-cat had wrapped herself around his leg, drooling on his knee, in her pleasure induced slumber. Soft flesh molded itself against his thigh, and her knee was bent to drape over his lap; toes tickling at his side.
… It had been a very long night
He sighed after waking for the tenth or so time that night and noted the time as 4:30; in the morning. Entirely too early to wake up, but at this point he figured he wouldn't be getting much sleep anyway. He pulled the pillow from behind his back (where he had fallen asleep sitting up, unwilling to chance a more compromising position with the sleeping girl), and in one quick move, replaced his leg with it. Gabrielle frowned in her sleep, but was soon snoozing peacefully again.
He decided to start the morning with a cold shower and quietly snuck out of the room, carrying his shoes and wand. Each time he'd woken up he had still been painfully hard. He suspected his erection had not flagged much the entire night, but he was unwilling to do anything about it with both of the girls laying right next to him. He walked along the quiet balcony in the dark, wearing just his boxers, and entered what used to be his room. He went to the closet and pulled out a uniform to wear for the day; along with new socks and boxers from the drawers.
Exiting the room with a new pair of boxers in hand, he headed to the bath. Removing his old underwear, he placed it into the laundry basket, putting his new pair into a basket cubby along one wall of the changing room. He figured that he would grab one of the fluffy bathrobes on his way out, but not wanting to meet anyone on his way back to Gin's room to change for the day.
He stepped under the shower and turned it to lukewarm; trying to cool off his libido. After standing there for five minutes, he turned the temperature down again; since lukewarm wasn't cutting it. He washed his hair and scrubbed his body in the chilled water, but it wasn't doing any good. After 10 minutes of cool water he forced the faucet all the way to cold and nearly shouted at the sudden icy blast of water that drenched him. He bared it as best he could for a minute and then shut the water off; panting and shivering. His erection still hadn't gone down; in fact it might even be harder now than when he started.
He growled, thinking about stubborn redheads and blonde playth … 'little girls' he corrected himself, and decided he'd just have to take himself in hand.
Harry did not have a whole lot of experience with wanking; it had been beaten into him, almost literally, that only freaks would do that. Not that he didn't still sneak one in during a shower from time to time, but these events were very few and far between. He might have been touched more by Gin in the last two months than he had himself in his whole life. That didn't stop him trying; though it was a very mechanical thing. For some reason it almost hurt to try doing it himself; he was so hard. His balls were aching slightly as well, due to the pent up release, and yet after ten minutes of wanking against the wall; all he got was a sore forearm and shoulder. He tried switching hands, but that was an uncoordinated nightmare.
He gave up finally, walking over to the jacuzzi tub, which was steaming as usual and incredibly inviting. He slid into the hot water with a sigh of relief; after his cold shower experience the warm water was especially soothing to his abused man parts. As he lay back against the edge, his hand brushed against knobs inset on the side nearest the wall; close to the taps. Come to think of it, he'd never seen the tub drained, but he assumed the elves probably took care of it. He examined the controls and found a dial for the temperature, another dial, and a button. Curious, he pushed the button, and was rewarded by several jets of hot water in his back; moving slightly up and down or side to side. He noticed jets set at other places along the walls as well and lay out along the bench seat so that several of them were hitting various muscle groups. He groaned in contentment and lay back so that he was nearly floating; having to hold himself to the side of the tub with one arm, and hot water nearly up to his nose.
He turned the mystery dial, and was rewarded by the appearance of bubbles in the jets, causing a completely different sensation. They tickled his skin as they floated toward the surface, and in his current state that was actually rather arousing. Not that he could tell by looking.
He wasn't sure how long he was enjoying the bath, he had flipped onto his sides, and his stomach a few times just to hit the different parts of his body with the jets … especially that one jet … where his hand hadn't worked; the water seemed to do wonders. But he was well aware just how disgusting it would be to cum in the water. This bath was supposed to be for relaxing, the water remained clean because you showered first. So he had turned away after several pleasurable moments.
He sighed peacefully as he sat up in the tub, turning off the bubbles and jets, and leaving the water calm again. His line of sight had not been above the walls of the tub for quite some time, so it was rather a shock when he looked up to find Hermione washing her hair with her naked back to him.
He gulped, trying desperately to figure out how to extract himself from this situation. The last time this had happened she'd nearly thrown him out the tower window; but then … they had talked about how it shouldn't be a problem to take a bath together ...
"Um … Hermione …" he said softly.
She froze and looked toward the exit, "I'm in here right now Harry, I'll be out soon if you just wait."
He cleared his throat and turned his head away from her, "Actually … I was in here first."
She spun suddenly, only too happy his back was turned to her when she realized she was naked. She grabbed her towel from the bag and held it over herself to hide her modesty. "Harry! What are you doing in here? How did you even get in here?"
He swallowed his fear, "I was uh … laying down in the tub. You must have missed me when you came in."
"It is nearly six Harry, when did you wake up?"
That was an odd question, why wasn't she berating him for being in the bath with her again … though possibly she was trying to keep the subject away from that; since it was technically her fault this time. "I think I woke up about half past four ... couldn't get back to sleep. Decided to bathe instead."
"Harry." She called quietly and he cocked his ear toward her, "Yo-you can turn around if you want. It isn't anything you didn't already see at this point … a-and we did say bathing together wasn't strange for siblings ..."
He turned slowly … and looked directly into her eyes, "Yeah … we did talk about that didn't we ..." he noted where her eyes were and realized he was still standing up in the tub; glorious boner waving proudly for all the world to see. He sat down quickly in embarrassment, splashing some water out of the tub.
Hermione got up from her stool and walked over to the tub; still holding her towel in front of her. However, just before she climbed into the water, she pulled it away, laying it at the edge of the water. Giving him an up close eyeful of her assets. He struggled not to turn away or blush; since she hadn't.
There was nothing wrong here; they'd both agreed. So why be embarrassed … at least he couldn't let her see that he was embarrassed.
"So ..." he began.
She smiled softly, "So umm ..." She licked her lips, "How was your night? You said you didn't get much sleep?"
He sat back and tried to concentrate on the conversation, not the lovely way Hermiones large c-cup breasts bounced and swayed on top of the water. She wrapped an arm across her chest to hold them down, though if it was out of embarrassment, or to help him think he wasn't sure. "Right, uh … things got a little out of hand with Ginny and Gabby last night, and I couldn't … er … get comfortable in the bed with both of them in it."
She nibbled her lip slightly in thought, just enough to make his erection ache, "What do you mean … out of hand?" She asked finally.
He didn't want to go into detail … but he also didn't want to lie to his sister. They were supposed to share everything. "They wanted to play dress-up before bed, Gin was dressed as a fox … and Gabby was a cat-girl." He blushed slightly as the memories surfaced.
"Vixen, a female fox is a vixen."
He shrugged, "I kind of think that is beside the point … seeing as how they were wearing what they bought on our last trip ..."
Her eyes went wider at that, but all she could say was, "Oh ..."
A silence fell on the room for a few moments, as both were lost in thought, Hermione finally broke it though as she scooted closer to him … their knees now touching, "And … what did you do?" She asked in a whisper; as though anyone else could hear them.
He squirmed a bit, in his seat as her shaved leg rubbed against his calf for a moment, doing nothing for his aching crotch. "Gin was very insistent that I pet them … she didn't say anything, she just pouted and nipped at me until I played with her hair."
Hermione nodded, leaning in toward him again, causing her breasts to sway in the slight current. "What about Gabrielle?"
He shifted slightly, actually trying to get away from his supposed sister, as her vicinity was not doing anything good for their sibling relationship in his current state. "Gin basically made me pet her too … I didn't want to ."
"You didn't want to?
He shook his head, "Of course not … she's like a cute little sister, I mean … wouldn't it be weird if I started petting you?"
She frowned at that, "Of course … I didn't realize you thought of her that way … you two seemed closer than that."
He laid his head back on the side of the tub, "Why though? What have I done to make it seem like I want her like that … I don't see her that way!"
Hermione slid around the corner, into the seat next to him, placing her hand on his thigh and causing him to jump defensively; she pulled her hand back like it had been burned, turned her head, and coughed nervously. She'd forgotten for a moment that they were both nude. "Um … yes; you've said that. I guess maybe we all just thought you were still being defensive about it because of how she looked when she first joined us."
"Well, of course I'm defensive, she's still a little girl. I'm not a pedophile."
Hermione turned to him, and placed her hand on his thigh again. This time ignoring his sudden nervousness. "Harry, look at me."
He turned his head toward her, and glanced down at her chest, before remembering himself; quickly looking back up into her eyes, "I meant look me in the eyes, pervert." She snapped at him, though she was smiling slightly.
"Sorry ..."
She squeezed his leg sympathetically, the same way she would if he had trousers on. "She is a girl and she may still be small, but she isn't a 'little girl'. I don't think she sees you like an older brother."
"After last night, it might be hard … err … it will be difficult for me to keep seeing her that way." He admitted.
"What do you mean?" She asked, relaxing back against the tub, with their legs and outer thighs touching lightly in the water. Much like they would sleep or sit on the couch together. She seemed to be trying a bit too hard to prove that there was nothing strange going on by them bathing together.
"Well … Gin … I mean … I was 'petting' her, which was weird with Gabby there, but not really wrong. Just her back, shoulders, hair … nothing weird. I was still petting Gabby too, though I made sure it was only her back. I didn't even touch her bra …"
"But?" Hermione asked.
"Well … Gin rolled over and wanted me to pet her belly … she was very convincing …"
"Oh Harry, you didn't …" she asked; suddenly very interested in the story.
He smiled a bit, "I don't think I can help myself … my hands seem to have a mind of their own now …. So I ended up getting her off … and, well, somehow she got me out of my boxers …" He had not realized that one of his hands had a mind to put itself on Hermione's thigh; a handspan above her knee.
The brunette gasped a bit, "In front of Gabby?"
"I was pretty far gone at that point, and she did turn the lights down … but the problem was after all of that … apparently Gabby was incredibly turned on, and Gin said I had to take responsibility."
"S-so you did?" she asked him; out of breath suddenly.
"Hermione." He stated suddenly, "are you getting off again?"
Her first instinct was to deny it, but they were supposed to be pillow friends … they were telling secrets … like siblings of course. "Wh-what if I am?"
"I didn't know my sister was so kinky, I don't know how I feel about that …"
His hand squeezed her thigh, and she shuddered just a bit. She really wasn't positive he didn't know what he was doing to her, but he seemed oblivious, "You are getting pretty kinky yourself from the sound of it. We're just too much alike. That's why we wouldn't ever work in a relationship."
He nodded at that, "Oh, okay ... then I guess you should know that Gin has had her first taste of another girl."
Hermione closed her eyes as her back arched, just a bit, thinking of the two girls together. "She … licked her?"
Harry's brain nearly shut down at the thought, this was NOT helping! "No … when I wouldn't take responsibility; Gin did. She taught Gabby how to get herself off … but Gabby's hand got tired … so Gin finished it for her ..."
"But you said she tasted her ..."
He nodded. Harry was very suddenly feeling the urge to take himself in hand again. Unlike the painful experience he'd had earlier that morning, he was fairly certain he could get off quickly at the moment. "When Gabby passed out, Gin licked her fingers."
Hermione began rocking slightly; as a tiny orgasm shot through her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but a small moan escaped her anyways. Her hand slid higher up on his leg, and for a brief moment, he actually wished she would wrap it around him. Very brief, that would be incredibly wrong, and it would ruin their friendship. Still … the thought by itself had merit. "Then she stuck a finger in my mouth too … so I've tasted her as well."
Hermione felt a larger orgasm rip through her, her hand squeezed his thigh almost painfully, as she rode it out … as she began to relax again, she let go of his leg, her fingers brushed against his erection. Once again, she pulled her hand away, as if burned.
"I see … the memory is making you all sorts of randy as well …" She said with a blush. She scooted away from him; trying metaphorically to put some distance back in their relationship.
Harry frowned, "Yeah … but then Gin refused to help me finish … said it was evil, what I did to Gabby … I think I've been, er … aroused … since about eleven last night. I couldn't sleep."
Her mouth formed an 'O' as she realized why he hadn't been able to sleep. "Is it that bad? You couldn't just … um …"
"I tried … it isn't working …"
"Not working? Maybe you should go see the nurse …"
"No!" he nearly shouted at her, "I didn't mean … IT … isn't working, I meant I can't … um … get off."
"Perhaps a spell to reduce swelling …" Hermione couldn't help herself … she began with a chuckle, but it soon turned into a full on laugh. Harry pouted at her, suddenly finding her much less attractive, this was definitely his sister.
"Oh Harry," She said mirthfully, "I don't mean to laugh … but here I sit, getting off on just the story; and you can't even take yourself in hand? You have to admit it is a bit funny."
He gave her the evil eye, "Laugh it up know-it-all; this is really uncomfortable for me to talk about, okay?"
She nodded, but the laughter was still in her eyes, "I promise not to say another word about it." She did chuckle again, and had to stifle it with her hand. "I'll, um. I'll go ahead and get out, so you can … uh … take care of that."
She got out of the tub, without much thought, close enough for him to see every inch of her; bringing his arousal back at full force. He groaned and she turned to him; as she stepped out of the tub. "Like what you see, Harry?" She teased.
He groaned again as she turned away from him and bent at the waist to pick up her towel. "Hermione. You are evil and mean; and I hate you; and I wish I was an only child again. I'm un-adopting you."
She stood back up with a smile and wrapped the towel around herself. "I love you too, Harry. Though I'd take care of that, and get out of here if, I were you; as Gin should be waking up any minute."
-~Hogwarts Shuffle!~-
Harry chose to eat breakfast with Ron, rather than face Ginny's ire for dressing himself; and Gabrielle's accepting, slightly inquisitive eyes. It bothered him that the smaller of the two seemed to have either forgotten what happened the night before, or was completely unconcerned with events that had unfolded. He was bothered, and it wasn't fair that she was not. Hermione appeared on the verge of laughing every time she looked at him; eyes twinkling away merrily. He really disliked her at the moment … but of course couldn't help loving her as a sibling; despite her teasing.
Down the table, Seamus was speaking loudly to Dean, "Did you notice Nott isn't at the Slytherin Table, again?"
"Meh, why would I care what a slimy snake gets up to?"
"Cuz Malfoy has been gone a lot lately too. He wasn't even in class yesterday, was he?"
"He's over there right now though, you're just getting itchy from lack of drama."
Seamus bristled a bit, "We could always go back to figuring out which girl Harry's gonna end up with."
Harry tuned them out at that point, maybe he'd ask Ron what the current consensus was later. He went back to his crowded thoughts.
The only ones who made him feel guilty were Sia and Rina, as he had barely spoken a few words to either of them this morning; before escaping from the tower. They kept throwing slightly hurt and questioning glances his direction. Lavender kept stealing looks at him when she thought he wasn't paying attention; trying to figure out what was going on with the Royal Romance.
Harry adjusted himself for the 'nth time, and sighed into his pumpkin juice.
It was going to be a long day.
-~Hogwarts Shuffle!-~
"Potter!" Snape spat, "What is fourth rule of international dueling etiquette?"
His attention snapped back to the professor from wherever it had wandered. He wracked his memory quickly for the answer and was surprised he came up blank. Had they been assigned anything on dueling etiquette?
"I … don't know, sir." He answered honestly; hating every word.
Snape smirked, "Perhaps if you paid attention in class, rather than daydreaming about Angels and Demons, you would know that it is 'The loss of a wand typically signifies the end of the duel'. Now can you tell me why it is pertinent to our current discussion?"
He closed his eyes and searched, but still couldn't remember a word spoken by the man all morning. His memory had been nearly crystal clear for the past few months.; now he couldn't even remember the last few minutes. "No … sir … I can't."
"Step up on the platform Mr. Potter; and I shall … demonstrate."
The Slytherins snickering as he walked past them, and up to the front of the classroom, did not bode well. He turned and faced his Professor with dread forming in the pit of his stomach.
"Now … as I was saying. In a duel, the loss of the wand typically signifies the end of the match. However, I am not here to teach you how to duel an honorable opponent. I am here to teach you how to survive an encounter with people or things which are intent on killing you. A Werewolf or a Death Eater, both have little use for honor, they will kill you all the quicker if you are unarmed."
He turned to face Harry, "Now, Mr. Potter, I will allow you to disarm me. After which we shall see if I am beaten …" The smirk on the mans face made Harry nervous. There were times in the past when he thought he could easily take the man one-on-one; now though …
"Well!? I am giving you the chance to use your wand on me, Potter. Are you too much of a coward to face someone head on; rather than hiding behind your friends?"
Harry saw red, "Expelliarmus!" He shouted; his wand barely twitching in the required movements. However, the near-coherent beam of white light, which emerged from his wand, was far more powerful than he had intended. He barely registered the shock on the professors face before he was flung through the stone wall, and out into the air, four stories above the grounds.
He put just as much power into summoning the falling professor back through the hole in the wall. Outside, the free falling stones reversed their course immediately, and came crashing back into the classroom, along with a few unrelated stones from the surrounding area. Those nearest the door scrambled to get out of the way as the stone missiles began impacting against the inner wall of the castle.
Thankfully, Hermione had been fast enough to cast a cushioning charm on the wall and door when she heard him shout, "Accio". Having realized his magic was acting up again as it had the day before. However, there was no Snape in the rubble and Harry quite suddenly came to the realization that he had just killed another professor. His legs didn't want to work, but he forced himself to walk toward the gaping hole in the classroom wall. Just as he was going to look over the side he felt an ominous presence looking down on him from above. Professor Snape was hovering just above the hole: six meters out and twenty meters high; black robes billowing around him like a Dementors Cloak and cold eyes settling on him like the icy stare of death. "I shall see you expelled for this Potter!"
'Professor Snape can fly …?' was his first thought, quickly followed by, 'Professor Snape is a scary bastard' and concluding with, 'I am so dead.'
His long day had just gotten a lot longer…
-~Hogwarts Shuffle!-~
Harry waited patiently outside of Dumbledore's office; at the top of the spiral staircase. Inside, he could hear Snape ranting at the Headmaster, who was speaking in low and consoling tones. After everything that had happened in this school, he was certain this would not be the thing to get him expelled, however he had a nagging doubt at the back of his mind. After all, Voldemort was no longer a problem. They didn't need their weapon quite as badly as they had in prior years.
There was a time when he had thought Snape weak. The image of the sniveling potions master he had held in his mind for so many years had been shattered when he witnessed the man blown through a wall, only to end up flying back in without a broomstick. His respect for the man had shot up several points in an instant and caused him to reevaluate his attitude toward the man. He wanted to be angry, but all he could muster at the moment was awe. It was a strange battle being waged in his head, and he was half tempted to repress it, as he could feel a whopper of a stress headache forming.
He was wrenched from his thoughts by a summons, "Harry, if you would please join us."
Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open, and entered the room. Fawkes trilled a greeting, which eased his headache a bit, and he mentally thanked the friendly fire being. "You called for me, sir?"
Dumbledore, while not quite the intimidating man he had been a few months ago, still managed to look grave. "Professor Snape has given me his version of the story; I should like to hear yours."
"What?" Snape snapped out, "Why do you question my recollection? I would happily submit a pensieve memory of the event!"
The old man looked over his half-moon glasses at the Defense Professor, "Severus, we are both aware that a master occlumens can edit a pensieve memory. Even an apprentice is able to make a ham-fisted attempt at it. As it is, I do not believe we need to go to such extremes to reach the truth of the matter, in this case." He turned his gaze back to Harry, "Now, Harry, if you will."
Harry didn't even know where to start, he had obviously overpowered the spell, but he thought he had taken care of that problem yesterday. He wasn't even certain what lesson Snape was trying to teach; since he hadn't been paying attention in class. He prayed to anyone listening that he would be able to find his way out of this situation.
As though summoned: a purple line split the air and a traveling window spun into being. Eustus stepped through into the office and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. " Now~now, what is all of this about?"
"Your presence is neither wanted, nor required here … milord." Snape said; almost managing to sound respectful.
Professor Dumbledore's eyes twinkled however, "Actually, Severus, as this is a matter of parental concern and I am acting in my capacity as Headmaster, therefore unable to act as his Head of House, I believe Harry's position as ambassador would qualify Lord Eustus to act en loco parentis."
Snape stared daggers at the old man for half a second, but when his gaze was met with steel, he relented, "Very well, Headmaster. It changes nothing."
"Now, my Lord, it seems Harry has had a bit of a magical incident. Professor Snape claims he was attacked with lethal intent during class. Harry has yet to recount his side of the story."
Eustus nodded solemnly, "Very well then, Harry, why don't you tell us what happened?"
Harry swallowed and took a breath, "Well … I admit my mind was not on class today, Professor Snape was making an example of me for not paying attention, which I grudgingly admit I deserved. I was instructed to disarm him as part of a lecture on the fourth rule of international dueling etiquette."
He paused for another breath, and a chance to clear his head, "I'm not entirely sure what happened next, sir. I attempted to cast the disarming charm, but it was much more powerful than I could have anticipated. Professor Snape was thrown through the outside wall of the castle, I attempted to summon him back before he could strike the ground, but was only successful in summoning pieces of the wall. Luckily … it seems the Professor is able to fly… without a broom …"
He turned to look questioningly at the former Potions Professor, "Sir?"
Snape did not comment on the observation, "Potter attempted to kill me; he has admitted it!"
"Harry," the Headmaster began, "Would you recount yesterday morning's Charms lesson, or to be more precise, how your magic was behaving?"
He nodded, "Ever since the girls healed me, my magic has been … wonky; for lack of a better word. However, last night I was able to cast enough high powered spells to get it back under control. We figured I just had to bleed off what was left of their magic. I was overflowing with energy, sir."
Eustus grinned, "Ah, a story I have heard many times from minor Gods; as they come into their magical maturity." Snape snorted derisively, "It sounds to me as though you did not bleed off the excess magic this morning before classes began. Am I right, Harry?"
Harry nodded, "I didn't think it would still be a problem."
"You couldn't have known … the girls would have likely thought of it though …"
"See!" Snape exclaimed, "He knew what he was doing. He is a danger to me and everyone else in this school."
"Actually, sir," Harry said quietly, "I was … avoiding the princesses this morning. I haven't spoken to them today; so I could not have been forewarned. That charm was the first spell I have cast since this morning."
"I'll have my crew here in minutes, to repair the classroom, no lasting damage has been done." Eustus said; with a nod. Though a sidelong glance told Harry he was curious as to why he had been avoiding his daughter.
"Now, see here! Potter put me through a castle wall! I demand he be expelled!"
Though Harry's recollection of the class prior to Snape getting his attention was vague; his memory was just as sharp as ever when it came to the memory of actually casting the spell. "To be fair, sir, you were merely pressed against the wall by the spell. The spell itself is what forced the wall to be blown out around you … I had absolutely zero intent to cause you harm. You were completely within your rights to demand I participate in the demonstration; in order to teach me the lesson I was not listening to. I truly am sorry for what happened … sir."
Snape looked like he wanted to retort, but Harry had shut him down quite succinctly just as he had Mrs. Weasley in Diagon Alley. Harry had to stop himself from smirking; as Snape gaped a bit like a fish, began to turn a shade of Vernon Purple, and eventually turned to the headmaster.
"I do not want him back in my class. He thinks he is good enough to teach that club of his; then he obviously has nothing left to learn from me."
Eustus spoke up, "He will not be required to attend your classes; however you will still grade his homework, fairly mind you, and you will allow him to sit in for both practical and written exams in order to complete his education requirements."
Harry gaped at the man; that was like something he'd dream of. He honestly did not need to attend the class, as he was far ahead of the material. Snape likely had a lot he could teach, and Harry now respected him far more than he ever had in the past, but he knew the man would never purposely teach him anything useful. Even the stunt with the Patronus had not been meant as a lesson; in anything but humility. It was as though his prayers had been answered …
Eustus suddenly winked at him.
"Fine!" Snape spat, "As long as he does not enter my classroom, other than as specified, I will withdraw my request for expulsion. I'd be rid of the whole house, if I could trust them to learn how to defend themselves, on their own."
The king nodded, "I believe between Harry and Hermione, my girls would be best served by his tutoring than your bias. I accept on behalf of Sia and Nerine; as I am certain Forbes will agree. Headmaster?"
Dumbledore looked confused for a moment, having completely lost control of the room, "I … that is, as Head of the Royal House, and as the Headmaster, I can agree to allow any Royal House student to tutor under Harry; so long as their marks do not begin to slip. Harry, should you have any questions please feel free to come to me."
He turned to the potions master, "Is that acceptable, Severus?"
Snape looked like he didn't know if a prank had just been pulled on him, or if he had just won the lottery, "I find this compromise … acceptable. Assuming, that is, Potter holds up his end of the bargain in regards to grades. I will not have students unable to defend themselves due to his incompetence."
"Very well then," Dumbledore nodded, "It is agreed. You are dismissed, Harry."
-~Hogwarts Shuffle!-~
Harry was given leave to skip Charms, in favor of ensuring his magic was under control, and he managed to avoid speaking at length to the King of Gods; other than to express his gratitude for the man's timely arrival and subsequent assistance. His initial thought had been to beat up some training dummies as quickly and powerfully as possible, but by the time he reached the seventh floor he had changed his mind. He had no clue how long this magical power boost might last, and he wondered if perhaps he might use the overflow as an aide in discovering his magic so-as to begin building the metaphysical restraints he had discussed with Sia.
He was currently attempting to meditate in the Room of Requirement, attempting because he was trying desperately to concentrate, yet failing miserably. He could not calm his mind, nor his body, enough to maintain the focus needed to fall into a trance. Images of each girl close to him plagued his mind; each in a further state of undress than the last. Nerine in bed, only half covered by the sheets; Sia in only a pair of panties, as she tripped on her way to the closet; Hermione bending over teasingly to pick up her towel; Gabrielle writhing naked on the bed, with Ginny's hand between her legs; Gin sitting on his lap in the nude, playing with Gabby and his aching cock just barely pressing inside of her ...
He shook his head once more, to try and redirect his thoughts, but it seemed to be of little use. Even when he managed to clear the images out of his head, his thoughts would return to the ache between his legs; which in turn lead him back to the reason he was so annoyingly and incredibly turned on. He was half tempted to attempt fixing the problem himself once more, but the thought held almost no appeal; as he knew just how frustrating it would likely turn out.
After trying, for what felt like hours, he was beginning to feel especially restless. He stood and faced a row of training dummies; beginning to cast one spell after another. He only worried about effects; going for as big an effect as possible that mimicked the curse or hex he was thinking of. He poured his frustration and anger into his magic, forcing the spells to fly faster and more powerfully, as he continued. Within a few minutes his wand became too hot for him to hold and in frustration he threw it on the cushion he'd been using to meditate. Turning back toward the training dummies; he pulled up the images of naked girls and the confusion at the way his body and brain were reacting to them. Eyes glowing green, he screamed, as he pushed his hands forward.
Green light collected along his arms and encased his hands before the magic shot out at the dummies, destroying each one in turn, before he really realized what he was doing. At his sudden realization, the otherworldly light left his body and eyes, he collapsed to his knees panting from the exertion.
'What the hell just happened?' he asked himself; as he stared at the remains of his targets or what was left of them.
That had not been uncontrolled, accidental magic. That was undirected, destructive, intentional magic.
He had no clue how he had accessed the power, beyond being incredibly frustrated, and it scared him that he could do that; even after pouring enough power through his wand to cause blisters to form on the tips of his fingers. Bleeding off all the excess magic was supposed to make his magic normal again, but whatever power it was that he had just unleashed, it was anything but "normal".
He wiped the sweat off of his brow with the back of his hand and settled back into a semi-lotus position on the cushion; legs crossed slightly and the backs of his hands resting on his knees. He closed his eyes, and reached for his wand with his mind, attempting to will it into his hand. He tried not to think the word "Accio", instead concentrating on the image of his wand flying through the air and snapping into his right hand.
Somewhere, in his attempts, he felt a stirring of magic; of his Will taking form. He could almost see the strings of magic connecting his hand to his wand; much like the strings on one of Rina's new panties held the cloth on her hips in place. Sia's hips were slightly wider than Rina's, an overall more balanced shape to her body, though her waist was also thicker. Gin was by far the most athletic build of his girls, narrow waist and narrow hips complimented her small c-cup breasts which had a very light smattering of freckles. Proceeding up in a flush, to increase in number at her shoulders, and disappearing again as they ran down her arms. Hermione might have the most "womanly" frame, with wider hips and larger breasts. It was easy for Hermione to look frumpy in a school uniform; in the bath though her true beauty was revealed. But no, she was his sister, he didn't really notice those things except when she was teasing him … like when she got out of the bathtub earlier. She had to have known exactly what she was doing; exposing herself like that.
Hermione was evil, she knew they could never have a relationship because they were too close; so she, more than anyone, had the most chance of teasing him without it becoming something more. It wasn't like he didn't find her attractive, and her teasing definitely had its intended effect on him, but it was all just for fun. As long as they didn't do anything more than look, it would be okay, he really didn't want to ruin his only normal relationship because he was a horny bloke; though maybe he should start teasing her back?
Speaking of stupid, what the hell had he been thinking when he let Gin force him to pet Gabby? Gabby was worse than Hermione; she was like a sister to him, but younger … he felt the need to protect her. He would kill anyone who so much as looked at her wrong … and yet he'd touched her … he'd tasted her! What the hell kind of brother knows what his sister tastes like? And why did she have to taste so good? He hoped Gin tasted that good … he was really looking forward to getting her alone. She had a lot to make up for, teasing him, nearly shagging him, and then leaving him to think about it all night and day!
"BUGGER BUGGER BUGGER! BLOODY FUCKING BUGGERING HELL! BLOODY BUGGERING PIECE OF FUCKING … SHIT! DAMN IT ALL TO HELL! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" He shouted at the room; once he realized he was again thinking instead of meditating.
"Um … Harry?" a voice asked.
Harry froze; eyes snapping open to find Rina staring at him in shock. A blush suffused her cheeks and her eyes were wider than his as a result of his outburst. "Oh sh-… Rina!"
He stood up as quickly as he could, nearly falling over as the blood rushed to his head, "I … I thought I was alone. I'm so sorry you had to hear that!"
Rina blushed harder, looking down and away, "N-no … no, it's okay. I didn't know you even knew how to curse like that. I mean I know those words, but I've never said them out loud …"
He stood there awkwardly; finally reaching up, and rubbing the back of his head, causing his hair to stick up. "I uh … I don't think I've ever cursed like that before … I was just having trouble clearing my head and was trying to shout the thoughts away …"
"They must have been some thoughts." She giggled quietly. She didn't seem scared of him, nor did she seem to be looking down on him.
"Well … sorry. I'll try not to curse like that in the future; alone or not. It would be a bad habit to get into."
She nodded; smiling, "So did you make any progress in your meditation? I wanted to remind you to bleed off some magic this morning; just in case … but you were already gone. And then …"
"Yeah … I'm sorry if I scared you. I really didn't mean to throw Snape through the wall. Not even subconsciously … I think … "
Rina shook her head, "It wasn't really scary; I've done things like that after all. I'm just glad you weren't expelled. We were all worried when you didn't show up to Charms." She giggled again, "Besides you should see some of Daddy's other forms, your little outburst was almost cute in comparison."
He reached down and grabbed his wand, tucking it into his belt, "How did you find me anyway?"
"We passed Gabby on our way down to Lunch; she told us to come get you or you'd be hungry. I don't know how she knew you were here."
His stomach growled as if in response to Gabby's prompting, and he smiled back at her, "I guess she was right; lets head down."
"How did you get in though?" He asked her as they exited into the corridor, "You have to know exactly what room you want to get into before the door will appear."
She smiled mischievously, "I just told the room 'I need to find Harry' until it opened. "
"Really? I didn't think it would work that way …"
This time her smile showed off her dainty pointed teeth, "I may have threatened to blow the wall out; if it didn't let me in."
-~Hogwarts Shuffle!-~
He had tried to be sociable; really he had. He'd eaten lunch with them and tried to hold conversations, but every time he looked at Gabby, he felt incredibly awkward. It didn't help in the slightest that she just looked innocently back at him; as if asking how she could help. The effort of avoiding thinking about her was making his headache worse, to the point he had asked to be alone during the free period after lunch; even when Rina and Sia had offered to help him figure out his magic again.
His entire body was tense, though it wasn't really the same as earlier. Since that morning, it had been more about his arousal than anything else, but after the incident with Snape it felt like the tension was gathering in his muscles; slowly breaking him from the inside out. Even his bones ached; and his head was almost worse than that. It wasn't as bad as a Horcrux headache, but it was a close second, especially as the rest of his body had joined in to complain.
He'd felt better for a few brief moments after destroying the training dummies earlier, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not recapture that feeling which let him direct his magic without a wand. Even going as far as purposely thinking about the girls just to make himself frustrated; only to end up with a bigger headache.
He had tried to skip dinner, but an elf had stumbled across him; looking for cleaning supplies. Apparently, they could pop into the room of requirement no matter what form it was currently taking, and a shelf of cleaning supplies had appeared at the same time as the elf popped in. After the elf was through apologizing, it had brought him a plate of food and a headache potion, though he had asked for neither. He half wondered if the Room had summoned the elf for him based on subconscious desires.
He felt slightly better after the food, and healing magic, but still couldn't shake the bone-weary feeling in his body. After dinner time, he stumbled back to Royal Tower and collapsed into one of the smaller chairs in the common room.
Hermione had just asked everyone to gather around; so he dutifully kept an eye and ear on the conversation. Though all he really wanted was a hot bath; and some sleep.
"So …" She began, "Because we have both sexes, and only one bath, I came up with a system to help keep certain incidents from happening in the future."
"Incidents?" Sia asked.
Hermione nodded with a slight blush, "I've created tiles with our names on them; the girls are pink and the boys are blue."
"Uhg … Pink?" Ginny whined.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "We can change the color if you want to. I just went with the standard gender colors."
"I like green." Gabby said quietly; all of the other girls quickly agreed with her so Hermione tapped her wand to each of the pink tiles.
"I suppose you cannot color mine octarine?" Luna asked.
Hermione actually smiled at that, "I'm afraid the color of magic is out of my experience. Any other color choices?"
Luna thought about it for a few moments, "I suppose I like Yellow; it was my mum's favorite."
Hermione tapped her wand to Luna's tile and the color changed. "Now, these have a modified sticking charm on the back sides. We can line them up on the door frame. When you are in the bath you should stick your tile on the door. That way the boys won't accidentally stumble in on the girls."
Luna grinned, "What about the girls stumbling in on the boys?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, "If it happens, it will not be on accident. Everyone will pay attention to the tiles, and will be punished accordingly for entering while the bath is in use. Accidentally, " She looked at Luna, "Or not."
Harry wasn't in the mood for her teasing, "Don't look at me; you're the one that stumbled in on me this morning."
She blushed as the other girls looked at her in interest, "Yes … well … there will be no more accidents; in any event."
"Thank God," Neville sighed in relief, "something tells me I'm the only one who might be caused great bodily harm if I accidentally walk in."
"I don't know about that." Luna said as she hugged his arm; causing him to blush. "Though I do hope Harry doesn't make a habit of stumbling in on me. I wouldn't want things to get awkward between you."
Harry noted with concern; that she did not seem opposed to him walking in on her, only that she didn't want Neville to be jealous. Not that he didn't like Luna, but he was suddenly very glad that Neville had elected to move to Royal House with the rest of them.
Neville shook his head, "I'm sure that won't be a problem for Harry; though I do hope you don't decide to stumble in on him …" He trailed off as he saw the dreamy smile on Luna's face; he really wished he knew what that meant.
Harry had had enough of pleasantries. He was at the end of his rope and really just wanted to relax in the tub; then go to sleep. "If nobody minds, I have a splitting headache, and my entire body is sore. I hate to be rude, but I've tried being sociable, and it has only gotten worse." He turned to Ginny, "Tonight is your night; so I'll be going there afterward to sleep." He knew he was being an arse; he could see it in Hermione, Rina, and Sia's eyes, but he couldn't help himself.
He grabbed his tile off the table, and headed up to the bath, slapping his tile on the door; undressing quickly in the changing room. He showered as fast as he could without feeling guiltily dirty; and practically dove into the pool of hot water. Hissing in pleasure, warmth began seeping into his weary muscles. When his headache hadn't diminished after a few minutes; he sighed painfully. It was too much to hope for; that the water would take away all of his aches and pains.
-~Hogwarts Shuffle!~-
"I feel so awful for Harry. I wish there were more we could do to help him." Sia said; after he'd left.
Rina nodded sadly.
Hermione looked at the group; abashed. "I'm at a loss as to what to do here; he has been moody in the past, but never to this extent. I have absolutely no idea how to help him with his headache either."
Gabby grabbed her tile, and headed for the stairs, Hermione's eyes narrowed as she realized what was happening, "Gabby, wait, where do you …"
"Leave it alone, Hermione." Ginny said quietly.
Hermione turned accusing eyes to the redhead, "You do realize she is part of the problem, right? You forced him to include her in your little game and he is beating himself up with guilt. I'm sure that is why he couldn't concentrate in class this morning ... and why he was avoiding everyone."
Ginny was a bit hurt, but shrugged it off with an act of willpower, "Maybe, but right now he is hurting and none of us know how to help him. Remember what happened this summer?"
Hermione looked at Ginny for a long minute; before sighing, "I still don't like this. I mean, she could at least wait for him to get in bed. Where maybe they would both have clothes on." She snapped the last sentence out more forcefully than she had meant to.
Ginny did look a bit ashamed, "Gabby knows what she is doing, I'm sure she won't do anything too forward … or untoward. Sometimes, I think she knows him better than all of us."
Sia was looking back and forth between the two of them, "Wait, what happened with Gabby last night?"
Hermione blushed at the memories, and Ginny gave her an odd look.
-~Hogwarts Shuffle!~-
He was laying back in the tub, with a towel over his eyes to block out the light, head resting on the sidewall; when he heard the changing room door open and close. "Neville, I don't mind sharing, but I'm warning you; I am very bad company at the moment." Harry called out.
He heard the inner door, followed by a quick shower, "You know, I took a quick shower before getting in, but I have the excuse of feeling like shit." Harry called into the oddly quiet room. The water stirred; as someone got into it. He was beginning to figure out that Neville must just not want to talk to him; and he didn't blame him after the comments he'd made before coming up. He was about to apologize; when he felt a weight settle into his lap. He went to sit up, reaching for the towel over his eyes, but two small hands stopped him.
He was blind; though he knew exactly who was sitting on his lap, straddling and facing him, from the feel of her pressed against him, "Gabby, I really don't think …" he began, but she shushed him with a sound; then began massaging his temples as she had done at Grimmauld Place. Suddenly, all thoughts of fighting her off fled him; as the pain began to subside. "Oh … okay …" He mumbled; relaxing his head back once again.
The sudden drop in pressure, within his head was distracting. He noted through touch alone, that she had been kind enough to keep a towel wrapped around her body when she got into the bath with him. Unfortunately, he could also tell she wasn't wearing anything under the towel; as her slight pubic hair was tickling his stomach. He was only thankful that she was not sitting further back; where his ever-hard erection was still standing proudly. He wanted to be angry or embarrassed, but he couldn't see her; and she had avoided touching him that way when she climbed on to his lap. Not to mention her magical fingers on his head.
She leaned forward, pressing herself lengthwise along his chest, in order to reach the back of his head. Her fingers continued their massaging and his eyes rolled up into his head. He was thankful for the towel, it meant he didn't have to think so much about what was pressing into his chest, he could just let her work her spell on him.
She began humming, that healing song she'd let him hear over the summer, and he drifted on the edge of consciousness; as his whole body relaxed. The headache was almost a memory at this point; she moved her fingers down to his neck. He groaned in pleasure; as knots he didn't know had formed began to come undone.
Now that he was feeling more relaxed, he realized what an ass he'd been to her all day, the guilt threatened to consume him, "Gabby, I'm sorry."
She shushed him again, "Quiet Harry, let little sis make you feel better."
He smiled at that.
She didn't feel weird about what had happened between them because she felt the same way about him that he did about Hermione. He relaxed further as some of his tension melted away. He pulled her into a hug, close against his chest, and just held her there for a few moments. For those moments, he was not aware that he was naked, she being nearly so; or that she looked years younger than the other girls; or even that she was a genetic experiment, he the lab condition. She was family; and he had precious little of that. "Thank you, Gabby." He said quietly; before letting her go.
As she sat back up, her towel came undone; beginning to float away. She moved quickly to grab it, but Harry caught her hands; somehow sensing where they were even though he was still blind. "It's okay, Gabby. It isn't like I haven't seen you naked already, and I can't see you right now anyway."
She smiled even though he couldn't see her, "Thank you; I like being close to you."
She then leaned forward and hugged him again. He felt the tight points of her nipples, digging into his skin, and the soft flesh of her breasts molding around them; only to flatten against him.
He tried not to care, and hugged her back.
She slowly sat back up; and began massaging his shoulders. As she got back up though, her bum came up against his erection, and he was suddenly not quite so able to ignore the fact they were both naked. She either didn't notice, or didn't care; so he tried to pretend he didn't either. After awhile he even almost convinced himself as much.
By that point her magic fingers had worked down both arms; loosening his tight muscles. She was currently giving his right hand a massage; which was much more amazing than he ever thought a hand massage might be.
She kissed his fingertips, where they were blistered from his wand overheating, and a tingle seemed to run up his arm. When she switched to his left hand, he rubbed the fingertips against his thumb, realizing the burns and blisters were gone. He set his right hand on her hip, and laid back to relax into her massage once more.
Until his erection poked uncomfortably into her leg. Now, he was having trouble relaxing into her touch; as the head of his cock was smashed into her in a very uncomfortable way.
He blushed as he figured what he needed to do, but it shouldn't be a big deal. This was his little sister; they weren't going to do anything like that. He just needed to change positions. "Um … Gabby … c-can you sit up a little bit for a moment?"
She looked at him oddly, but shifted to the side.
He was glad the towel was still over his face so he didn't have to look at her while adjusting himself. He reached between her legs, trying carefully to avoid touching her, and grabbed the base of his cock. He pulled it back toward him so it would lay between them instead of underneath her. However, as it came forward, it brushed down the crack of her bottom and then all the way up between her lips, until it settled into the slit between her legs.
Both of them shivered at the contact, but Harry was busy trying to ignore the feeling. It was definitely more comfortable …
"Harry?" She asked quietly.
He coughed to clear his throat before answering, "Yes, Gabby?"
"I thought you said not to sit on your lap like this." She nearly whispered.
He couldn't control the slight buck of his hips, but he did stop it at just the once. He ignored the sharp intake of her breath. "That was before … it's okay now ... just … yeah … I …"
'I what?' Harry thought. 'It wasn't weird as long as nothing else happened? Was that right?' He was pretty sure real siblings would never be in anything resembling this situation. 'But adopted siblings … it was okay to be a little weird … right?'
"I … its okay now." He said lamely.
Gabby smiled again, even though he couldn't see it, or possibly because he couldn't. "Okay, Harry."
She went back to massaging his chest; humming her light little tune. It was more upbeat than it had been before, but just as beautiful.
The Gabby-cat in his lap, almost seemed to wiggle more on his lap now; though he tried to ignore it. It was probably just that he was more aware of her movements than before.
When his little masseuse went to massage his back, she had him sit forward, which brought the head of his cock sliding down to poke her in the clit; to which she 'eeped' rather cutely and shivered rather … not … cutely.
Soon her fingers were digging into all the right places on his back, and he really wasn't thinking any longer.
Eventually he fell asleep, trusting her to keep him from drowning.
Gabby might have finished up her massage on his legs; Harry couldn't remember. He only knew he was relaxed for the first time all day. It might have been minutes or hours before he woke up; as she kissed him softly on the lips. Pulling away his towel so he could look at her.
And he did. He allowed himself to really look at her body for the first time: the swell of her breasts, her hard pink nipples standing out proudly; the slight widening from her small waist to her hips; and the very small patch of soft blond curls above the slit between her legs. She was beautiful … in the same way that Hermione was … a sisterly way.
He smiled at her, "What was the kiss for?"
"For letting me help you, and for not being ashamed of me any more." She said quietly; he almost had to strain to hear her over the echo of water sloshing around.
"Oh … well … you're welcome … and … thank you."
She smiled, climbing out of the bath, and he found that he had to force himself not to look away; knowing it would hurt her feelings. The doubts were starting to creep back in; now that they weren't touching anymore.
"Ginny will be waiting. I'm going to my own bed."
He cocked his head a bit, "You aren't going to have a sleepover again?"
The blonde shook her head, "I like to share, but tonight is Ginny's night."
With that Gabby left the room.
It was a few minutes later, as he climbed out of the tub, that he realized his erection was finally gone. He nearly cried in relief.
-~Hogwarts Shuffle!~-
Ginny had asked a house elf from the kitchens to pass on a request for her. She now had crisp clean sheets, bedding, and floating candles in the air; scattered around the room. Contacting her old roommates from Gryffindor had secured her a wireless; which was now playing softly in the corner.
All day long, it had been the only thought on her mind; she was finally going to be his completely.
Ginny had cursed herself when she woke up to find Harry missing that morning; having planned a special wake up to apologize for making him suffer. When he hadn't been there, she had gone in search of him, only to keep missing him; until he showed up at breakfast. Then he had the nerve to sit at their old house table!
How was she supposed to apologize to him if he kept avoiding her? Sure, she might have been pushing him a little too hard towards Gabby, and certainly it had been going overboard to punish him after teasing him so badly. But she had been teased badly as well!
So she set the room up as romantically as she could, given the circumstances, hoping to make both of their first times memorable; even if she didn't want him to love her. He still deserved a perfect first time and Ginny was best suited to attend to his needs.
She put on her best lingerie and waited for him to return from the bath. She had stopped into the library to research massage techniques, so she could help him relax, and then she would give herself to him fully.
When he entered the room she smiled seductively at him, but he seemed completely out if it. "Harry, are you okay?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah, best I've been in ... ever." He said lazily. "Do you mind if we just cuddle and get some sleep? I'm exhausted and I finally got rid of that boner I've been nursing all day."
With that he fell onto the bed with a sigh and a smile; asleep almost before his head hit the pillow.
"S-sure ... Harry ..."
"Thanks Gin," he mumbled, "night."
It was going to be a very long night indeed … for Ginny that is ...
A/N part 2: I mentioned before that I might move things along rather than drawing them out, but it seems my muse had other ideas. We are in this for the long haul, which may be another 100k words, or another 400k words.
Words and Story by Me, legibility by Dabonezone4444. Any remaining mistakes are my own.