Chapter Twenty-One

Harry arrived on the Isle of Black with little fan fare. It was raining, which rather suited his mood. He had just had a bitch of a day and was not looking forward to the next part at all.

Silently he trudged into Black Castle, his mood as sombre as the weather. In truth, he was not sure how Cissy was going to react to this news. It was, a victory for him in a way, but she would most likely feel differently. He was, after all her son that was thicker than any bond known to man, one would think.

Silently he walked into the Grand Hall, feeling a little upset about what he was about to do, especially since he could hear Cissy's voice raised in laughter. It was a nice sound, a very nice sound and he hated to be the one that had to ruin her mood so.

Cissy replied and Harry then heard Bell's voice raised in laughter as well, her throaty chuckle quite different from the insane giggle he had heard not long before. There was another situation he had to deal with this evening Bell and the changes he had made.

Then, if he had time and was not dead, he would go get Thisiliar.

Oh no, his day was not busy at ALL!

He cleared his throat just loud enough to attract the two sister's attention. Fleur was not around; he strongly suspected that the Order would be keeping her busy as they tracked down the inner circle.

Cissy's face broke in to a smile, "Harry!" she said and got up, running towards him. She was brought up short when she looked into his eyes, "What is the matter?" she asked, coming to a stop not far in front of him.

"I want to hug you more than you know; I just don't think you'll want to hug me when I've told you everything that has been happening."

"Come and sit down, and we will talk through it then." Cissy said with a slight smile, reaching for and hooking her arm into his. She wanted to show him that there was little he could do to make it so she did not want to hug him.

Harry walked with her, giving Bell a slight smile when he reached her. "I have some stuff to talk about with you too." he told her.

Bell nodded at him, but otherwise remained silent. She sensed that Harry's first piece of news was for Cissy alone.

Cissy sat Harry down next to her, turning in her chair to face him, "What is it Harry?"

Harry blew out a breath, "This morning I had a duel with your son."

Cissy stiffened, "Is he dead?" she asked her voice tightly controlled.

Harry shook his head, "I didn't hurt him that badly at all actually, but it's the fallout from all that had happened this morning."

"You had better begin from the start then."

Harry nodded, "I was on my way back into the castle when I was - grabbed and pulled into a classroom. It was Pansy, who looked mortified and was dressed in a way that would normally be sexy. If she did not look like she wanted to cry."

Cissy raised her brow, "Oh dear," she said having a horrible feeling she knew what he was going to say.

"Draco set her up, to set me up. Normally, I am ashamed to admit it might have worked. The idea was apparently to have Pansy seduce me, shag me and then call rape. If not for the fact, she could not go through with it then I would probably be having a much different conversation right now. I offered to take the fall in the end, she was so cut up and worried I did not see a way out for her. In the end we came up with one."

Cissy nodded, "He is so much like his father at times, oh Draco," she said with great disappointment in her tone. "I knew when I left that something like this may happen eventually. He was always so headstrong, which is a good thing, but blind to the pit falls along the road to his goals. What happened exactly?"

"He called rape at breakfast, Pansy denied it, and has pressed formal charges, some pure blood stuff. Apparently Draco threatened her family name or some such thing- That looks bad from your expression."

"It is, go on please." Cissy said, now once more worried for her son's continued health.

"I also called him out, to not done so would've painted me badly. I had to do that I am sorry; I didn't make the duel to the death though. I beat him, fairly badly but I didn't hurt him in any permanent way, he is already back on his feet."

Cissy smiled warmly at him, "Thank you. Was he found guilty?"

"He was," Harry said with a nod of his head.

Cissy turned white, "Oh dear."

"I kept him out of Azkaban, he is expelled and he is to stay in Malfoy Manor for the foreseeable future. I managed to stop Mr. Parkinson from killing him, but Gloria got past me."

"Gloria?" Cissy asked with a slight smile on her face.

Harry shrugged, "She and Mr. Parkinson seem to like me for some reason."

"Oh, I don't know why that could possibly be," Cissy said sarcastically, "This is why you were scared I wouldn't want to touch you?"

Harry nodded, "It is, I am sorry- He went too far and something had to be done."

"You idiot," Cissy said and dived on him hugging him like crazy. "You think I am angry? I am, not at you though. Draco and more so his Father, them I am angry with. Not only did you act honourably towards someone you had little reason to, you did your best to limit the harm Draco came to. How the hell did you keep him out of Azkaban? A Family Slur is a serious charge. The entire Pure Blood society is based around two things in that respect. The ability to carry on lines in whatever form, and our good names, such charges are accompanied with hefty charges and long prison terms. Line theft, or removing the ability to procreate and further a line are punishable by death. This should give you an idea as to how bloody surprised I am."

"Well, that sort of brings me to another item of news. I am guessing that you've not heard from Fleur in a while."

Cissy shook her head, "She was called away the other day and hasn't returned. We're starting to get a little worried about her."

"Don't be worried, she's just very- very busy right now. The Ministry and The Order are chasing down the Inner Circle."

"Why would they do that, if they go after them Voldemort will be on them in a flash."

"He's suffering from the lack of a head right now and is in no position to make anyone's life difficult ever again."

Cissy and Bell looked at him for a long moment before Cissy kissed the ever-living heck out of him. In truth, Bell was in two minds as to how to feel about that. For one thing, she was one of the inner circle. It would be Fleur's job to 'bring her in'. Secondly, she had been Voldemort's follower for many years, hearing of his death made her feel- oddly devoid of emotion actually, which struck her as odd. The other thing was a worry though.

"You did it; I knew you could do it." Cissy said once she had stopped kissing him. She then proceeded to lay kisses all over his face.

Harry smiled, and pushed her back a bit, he looked at Bell steadily, "If you're upset about Voldemort- Sorry. If you are worried because the Ministry is so hot for the Inner Circle- Don't be. I accidentally sorted that out."

The two sisters shared a look, "Accidentally sorted that out?" they repeated in the form of a question.

He smiled sheepishly; at least they were not asking how he had killed Voldemort. That still made his stomach rebel when he thought about it. "I urh- did a spell, the details of which I'm still not entirely clear on"

The two sisters exchanged another look, "What's the basic aim of the spell then?" Bell asked her tone was curious and her face a little set.

Harry smiled, "Basically you are in the clear, free and clear. Not that I don't have something for you to do though."

"Do?"

"Yeah, the way I see it- You do this for me, and I will settle up your scorecard as it were."

"Are we talking more sex? Because I'm more than willing to do that."

Harry smiled, "No, we're not- That's not to say the idea doesn't have merit" he told her with a wink, "No, this is something different. Something serious really, you see I have a friend; I have stolen his revenge from him and in the process taken away a chance for a little peace. I want to give that back to him, and the way I've come up with will be good for all parties."

"What is this way?" Bell asked with mounting worry.

Harry smiled, "We're going to take a little trip you and I, because you have an ability that I think will be perfect for a little healing."

Bell looked confused, Harry blanked that and looked to Cissy, and "I'm likely to be getting a lot of owls from now on asking me to go places. Would you mind taking up your role as social secretary?"

"Of course not," Cissy told him with a smile, "Do you wish for me to say no, or pick the ones that would be more useful to you and forward them on?"

"The useful ones, as much as I hate all that crap I think I may need to be making contacts from now on."

Cissy nodded her agreement to that statement, "Finally you see the light," she said with a smirk.

Harry stuck his tongue out with a gleam in his eye, "For now, I'm going to borrow your sister."

Cissy nodded, "Just don't forget me Harry; I have something to finish with you. Fleur and I both."

"You know that reminds me," he said looking embarrassed, "This Harem thing seems to be becoming real and-"

"I want in." Both Black sisters said at the same time, then looked at each other and laughed.

Harry blinked back his surprise, "I have to wonder why so many amazing women want to be a part of this."

"You wouldn't understand Harry, because you're far too modest for your own good." Cissy told him, "When you make it official we will have to have a ceremony of course."

"Official?"

"Oh dear, you have no idea do you. Well, it is very simple we do a modified hand clasping ceremony with you to show our commitment to you. This legalizes the harem in the eyes of the Wizarding world."

"Well, blimey- I have to tell you some stuff actually, I suppose both of you. So gather around and let me fill you in."

-#-

A short while later found Bellatrix and Harry standing in a small ward in St Mungo's looking down at a pair of occupied beds.

Bell glared at him her dark eyes half-angry, half scared, "You have got to be joking me."

Harry shook his head, "You recognize them then?"

"Yes!"

"Didn't mean to offend you Bell, I was just wondering if the spell effected you at all, it didn't seem to for Cissy either, weird. Anyway, this is really a very simple task."

"There is no way to bring them back Harry,"

"That's not true, there is a way to bring them back and your particular skill will be the way to do it."

"What skill?"

"Obliviation."

Bell frowned, "I fail to see what that has to do with anything, or how you knew I could do that."

"When I removed the mark we connected for a while, I know you pretty well Bell, which is one of the reasons that you and I are getting along so well."

She looked at him steadily for a long moment, "Tell me what you want me to do."

Harry smiled at her and began to explain his theory to her.

By time, he was finished Bell was looking at him as if he was something amazing to say the least. "That might actually work!" she exclaimed in shock.

"I think it will definitely work. It is going to take you all night though Bell, and maybe into the morning as well. I am going to stand guard and keep an eye on you. If I feel that your magic is waning I will feed some more into you. To do that, I will have to touch you, and you need to be aware of that. It wouldn't do to become surprised while you're working."

Bell nodded her agreement, "Indeed it would not, for them or me."

"Exactly, now I'm just starting to find out I like you. I don't want anything happening to you now."

Bell smirked, "Of course it has nothing to do with my ability to deep throat?"

Harry just smiled at her, but his eyes were lidded and the look in them told Bell tomes of information on how much he had enjoyed that.

"If this works, after I have recovered- I want another shagging, just so you know." Bell told him seriously, though her eyes were laughing at him.

Harry smirked, "Then we had best begin, but after today I'm busy for a few days."

"If this works, I will be flat out for a few days; if it fails I may be out a lot longer." Bell said with a heavy sigh, she glanced at her patients and back at Harry. "If I do this, you and I are good?"

Harry nodded, "We'll be better than good, we're already good."

She smiled at him, which just went to remind him how lovely she really was. Then she nodded and squared her shoulders, "Okay, let's do this."

-#-

Harry idled along on his board through the silent hallways of Hogwarts. It had indeed taken Bell all night to do the task he had set out for her. She had then collapsed through magical and mental exhaustion. Harry had then taken her back to Black Castle and gotten Cissy to look after her sister. He had topped up her power levels of course, but she would be asleep for some time. Cissy had laid into him about 'hurting' her sister despite his claims that she was not hurt. It had to be done though, more for his own peace of mind than anything else.

The spell he had performed gave her a chance at a new life, free from the stigma of her past life. That said it had essentially wiped the slate clean and it was not really his place to do that. What he had done, he had done out of a sense of trying just a little to make up for that.

It was not much, but at least it was something. He sensed Bell had known that too, and for her joking he felt that she wanted to do it for the same reasons as he did. In truth, he would have been able to do that himself. It was not as if he did not know how to Obliviate someone after all, it was just better that Bell had done it.

He weaved the board a little, sending a Banishing charm at the back of the board and speeding it up a little. He had a fair bit to do that day, not the least of which was get something to eat. He suspected that he was not going to get much sleep in the next few days. It was Friday already, meaning tomorrow he had a party to go to and that tonight he intended to see Parvati.

Damn, but that girl could kiss.

-#-

Harry sat at the breakfast table, eating enough for three. With all that had happened recently, he had not eaten very much. He was drawing some amused glances for sure. His eyes tracked an owl as it flew overhead, it was not a normal post owl, and they had been and gone. He hoped this was a specific owl; it went to Professor Dumbledore who took the note and read it quickly. A smile graced the old teachers face and then he stood up, "Neville Longbottom!"

Neville looked up, worried that he had gotten into trouble already though he had no idea how. His school life was quite relaxed of late; even Professor Snape was not laying into him anymore. Dumbledore crooked a finger at him and for the first time in his school career Neville approached the head table.

Harry watched as the young man and elderly Headmaster spoke for a long moment, a bright smile appeared on Neville's face and he virtually ran from the great hall. Whispers followed in his wake but Neville was too far gone to listen to them at all.

Harry meanwhile had a vaguely serene smile on his face. They were awake and sane- there was a long way to go until they were 'well' since they had lost 16 or so years, but Frank and Alice Longbottom could once more be with their son.

Harry just wished there was more he could do.

-#-

Parvati could not believe how nervous she felt, standing outside Gryffindor common room late at night waiting for Harry. She had wanted this, did want this. Now she came to do it there were butterflies in her stomach. In truth, had she stayed kissing Harry for a moment longer the other day she would have had sex with him. No two ways about that, and that was also making her a little nervous because she knew that if they started kissing again- She was his.

She had a small satchel on her shoulder filled with a few things she was going to spring on Harry. Things that she was sure he would like as well. She would like it for sure, she longed to see what he looked like with no clothes on, to feel those hard muscles of his under her hands. She repressed a delicious shiver at the thought and wondered if he would want to see her naked. She suspected that he would not be adverse to it at all, he was after all male and she was attractive. She knew many of the blokes in school would like to get to the point Harry had done. They never would, Harry was different, special in ways no one else really measured up. Not in her eyes at least, she had been utterly crushed that he had shown no interest in her back at the Yule Ball. Now it appeared he was showing interest and she had a second chance.

It honestly did not bother her that he saw other women, not in the least. Her father had more than one wife and a few mistresses; it was not an alien concept to her at all. She suspected that her father would like it if she did become one of Harry's wives, or a member of his Harem. Harry had political power, magical power and a lot of money and fame. These were desirable traits in a future husband after all.

She felt the air move beside her and looked in that direction worried that Filch was active or something. Her face split in to a beautiful smile when she saw Harry standing there, his eyes intent and seeming to sear into her soul with emerald fire.

She opened her mouth to say hello when he held up a hand, looking backwards. Then suddenly she was in his arms and standing somewhere else entirely. The feel of his magic around her had turned her on by itself. God alone knew what it would be like when he began kissing her again.

"Sorry about that," Harry said with a charming smile, "I thought one of the prefects was on the way."

Parvati smiled at him, "That's fine." Her eyes drifted away from her own personal wet dream and looked around the area they inhabited. It was very Slytherin in colouring, but she was not worried about that. She knew she was safe with Harry and that he would not trick her or anything. "Nice place."

"Thanks, I like it I will admit. These," he said with a grand gesture of his hands, "are Slytherin's private quarters. You can only remember this place if you are a Parselmouth though. Still, I think it's pretty cool."

She smiled again, putting down her bag and taking off her outer robe. Harry's eyes took her in and a smile stretched his lips, "Damn Parvati"

"What," She asked him with a smirk, "I KNOW you like this sort of clothing."

She was dressed much as she had been when they went clubbing, in other words a blisteringly tight top and short skirt and heels that made her legs impossibly long and toned. He smiled at her sexily, "It sure brings back a nice memory."

"Perhaps you could make me another statuette to celebrate the occasion," she told him, her voice dropping in register slightly, and her eyes fixed on his.

"Think my imagination may ruin the outcome."

"How so?"

"Because currently I can't get the image of those legs wrapped around me; out of my head."

"Well, we should make your imagination come to life don't you think," Parvati said and promptly jumped up onto him, her legs wrapping around his waist and her lips attaching to Harry's. They kissed for a long moment, Harry's hands cupping her backside and holding her against him.

Parvati pulled back slightly, her mouth slightly open and her eyes filled with desire, "The things you do to me Harry, the things you do." she told him in barely above a whisper before she kissed him with great passion again.

Harry just held her up; she weighed hardly a thing, and enjoyed the feel of her kissing him like that. She was a surprise for sure. He had thought she would not be interested in him after the Lavender blow up. It was obvious from the way her long legs were wrapped around his waist that he was wrong about that. She broke the kiss again, pulling back and looking at him with a heated gaze. "Is there somewhere you could lie down?"

"I could lie down?" Harry asked for clarification, which he got in the form of a nod, he smiled and nodded.

"Show me," Parvati asked him her eyes twinkling as she got off him and grabbed her bag.

With a small smile, Harry led her to the main bedroom, the master bedroom in fact. She looked around, "Looks like you've stayed here before," she commented taking in the fact he had a few clothes and things lying around.

"The Dorm is a bit- urh- confusing at the moment," he told her truthfully, "I'm fairly sure Ron doesn't know if he should hit me again, or perhaps shake my hand."

Parvati laughed lightly, "I suspect the hitting will win out, since you did snog his sister."

"I didn't- Actually you know, I did only today, so I really can't say that anymore."

Parvati looked at him and laughed, "What possessed you to risk that?"

Harry smiled, "She was being very, urh,"

"Don't worry; I think I get what you are trying to say. We all had a betting pool once that you and she would get married before you left school."

"You're joking, please tell me you're joking," Harry said with a faintly horrified expression.

"Not the marrying kind or just not marrying one woman kind of bloke?" Parvati teased him with a big smile, so he knew it was only a tease.

"I don't know how to answer that," he admitted with a smirk. "So, why did you bring me to the bedroom?" he asked with a slight waggle of his eyebrows.

"I want to give you something, well a couple of things, but this for starters." Parvati said and reached in to her bag and pulled out a potion pot.

"What's that?" Harry asked curiously, taking the offered pot and looking it over.

"Uncork it, take a sniff," She told him her eyes twinkling mysteriously.

Harry did as he was asked, and took a sniff, "Mint," he identified, "Do I drink it?"

"I wouldn't," Parvati said with a smirk, "No, I put it on you and then lick it off."

Harry's smile became sexy, "Now that sounds like a lot of fun, do I get to put it on you afterwards?"

Parvati just smirked and took the bottle back, stepping into his personal space. "Not tonight, tonight is my little gift to you; consider it a personal thank you."

"For what," Harry asked curiously, as he could not think of a single thing.

Parvati laughed, "Oh, my Hero is so clueless to his deeds." She told him lightly mocking him, she made up for that with a kiss, and she began to work the buttons on his shirt. She did not break the kiss until they were both well and truly worked up and she had managed to get all his buttons undone. She ran her hands down his chest with a charged look in her eye, "Such a beautiful body," she breathed.

"Shouldn't that be my line?"

"Do you think I have a beautiful body?"

"Yes, I certainly do," Harry told her, kissing her gently and let his hands wander a bit running from her shoulders down her arms then onto her hips and follow the curve upwards.

"Oh god, I'm not going to be able to do this if you don't stop that." Parvati said breaking off the kiss, "I'll just throw you down and have at it."

"That doesn't sound like it's a bad thing," Harry told her moving to kiss her again; she stopped him with a finger on his lips.

"Please, I want to do this for you," she breathed, "Another time, we'll do the throwing down."

Harry nodded and smiled, "I'll behave, probably," he told her with smiling eyes.

"I didn't say you had to totally behave," Parvati said, pulling her top over her head in one single movement.

Harry's breath caught in his throat, "Wow," he breathed. She had gone without a bra that day, that was the first thing Harry realized and she had the most silken café au lait skin he had ever seen, to the point that his hand was aching to touch it. It was moving of its own accord until he caught it and placed it back at his side. She looked at him, a little vulnerable, a little sensual and a lot beautiful. He looked her over, marvelling at the tone on her stomach, the definition of her curves and finally his eyes fixed to her breasts. She shifted a little under his gaze, feeling somewhat self-conscious, but she wanted him to see her as no other man had, it meant something to her that he was the first. Her breasts were modestly sized, perfectly formed and tipped with dark brown nipples that stood proud and slightly hardened.

"Harry," Parvati asked, her tone worried since he had fallen utterly silent, "Harry?"

"You are astoundingly beautiful," Harry told her, moving forward and sweeping her into a passionate kiss, his tongue roving into her mouth and toying with her tongue. They kissed passionately for a long moment, her breasts flattened against him where he had a hold of her tightly, skin to skin.

Harry broke off the kiss and smiled, "You did say, I didn't have to totally behave."

She smiled at him with a sensual look in her eyes, and then her hands went to her waistband of her small skirt. Harry smiled, and got the idea, item for item it seemed. Therefore, he quickly kicked off his shoes and worked his belt, eyes fixed to her.

She smiled, turned around and bent over slowly, taking the skirt down as she bent. A delectable pert backside was shown in its naked glory to Harry's hungry eyes. He smirked, and darted forward, giving her a playful bite on the bum.

She giggled at him, but did not turn. She waited until he backed off, arched her back and looked back at him over her shoulder, "A biter hey?" she asked, her tone low, sexy and charged with intent.

Harry was unable to talk at that moment; he was utterly blown away by her pose. She turned slowly, revealing more Parvati flesh to his eyes with every passing moment, until she was stood only in a pair of high heels and astoundingly beautiful.

'I MUST Have Her,' went through Harry's mind like a foghorn going off, and he did have to have her and right there and then would be good. He had told her he would be good though, this was her show tonight, another night though and he was going to make her scream his name, he promised himself that.

She stepped forward, her palms pressing on his pectorals and pushing slightly. He let himself fall back on the bed, and she reached to the waistband of his boxers and pulled them off.

"Oh baby," she breathed, licking her lips and her dark eyes molten with desire as she eyed him.

"That's pretty much what I was thinking," Harry told her his voice a little ragged.

"I will give you my virginity Harry that I promise you. But not tonight, is that alright?" she asked, looking deliciously vulnerable again.

"Of course it is Parv; I would never make you do something you don't want to do."

She smiled at him, moving forward enough so she could reach out and take a hold of his manhood, he gasped as she did so. "I want to," she told him in a sensual tone, "More than you would believe Harry, I want to just climb on top of you and sink onto this beauty. I want to kiss it, stroke it, own it and feel it inside of my body's heat, I want to suck it and lick it and oh god I'm wet."

Harry was breathing hard by this point, she had delivered that in such a charged tone it was taking all his self-control not to throw her over the bed and fuck her stupid. "I want you to," he told her his voice rough, "I REALLY want you to, and I want to touch you from head to toe, kiss your body and I want to see the face you make as you climax, I want to put myself into your body and just slide in and out so slow it will be torture. It will be such a good torture though that we will never want to stop. I want to explore every single one of your pleasure points and trigger them; god Parv let me- please."

She was now breathing hard as well, she shook her head her long black silken tresses moving around her head in a wave, "Soon, tonight let's do a different type of torture." She told him, reaching over with her spare hand to get the potions bottle. Then she uncorked it again, and letting go of him reluctantly she put a small amount into the palm of her hand. "Just relax," she told him, straddling his thighs. His cock was straining to get to her, apparently all of its own accord.

He chuckled slightly, "How am I to relax when you're so close, beautifully naked, and I ache to touch you."

She smiled at him, "You can touch me all you want Harry, but - you're not to get up."

He smiled crookedly at her, "You're evil, and you know that right?"

She laughed gaily, and leaned forward a little, a breasts moving in interesting ways. Then she rubbed her hands together and laid them on his chest.

He breathed in a shocked gasp as the potion hit his skin, "It's cool, and tingles like- oh god that feels good."

She smiled at him sexily, "Old family recipe," she told him, "It's for sensual massage, it's not actually for licking off, but it's safe to do so, it's edible. Apparently, after a while of massage, you may- urm-"

"Pop off?"

"Possibly," she said with a slight shrug that made her breasts move again. Harry's hand came up by itself, touching her soft flesh, cupping her in his palm, his thumb tracing the curve and swell. Her eyes drooped as she breathed in harshly; her hands though, kept working in the potion. She moaned as he used thumb and forefinger to gently tweak her nipple, before he just felt the texture of it with his thumb. Her hands glided across his upper body, her eyes still closed as she worked. "That's good," she told him as he traced a fingernail around the circumference of her nipple. "That's really good," she breathed heavily as he tweaked her again.

Harry smiled, watching as it got larger and harder under his ministrations. His shaft was now lying across her thigh so close to her moistness he could feel the heat of her. The tingle from the potion had worked into a dull roar now and he was so painfully hard he was aching. He swallowed hard as she moved her hands lower on his body, the slick feel of them sending thrills throughout his body. There was no sound other than their breathing and the occasional expiration of pleasure from them both. It was intimate, charged and very sensual an atmosphere.

This was a new experience for Harry in truth, sensuality was less well known to him as pure sexuality. She slid back a bit, hands moving below his waistline. His hand fell to his side, his pleasurable toy lost to his reach by her rules. She opened her eyes, smiling at him slightly, and her eyes liquid with emotion. She worked on his thighs, by passing his manhood but her eyes kept going back to it. Suddenly, she let out a groan, moving forward she just kissed the tip her hair falling down over his thigh, and then she moved away, her hair stroking his crown on the way past. He let out a gasp, as the two sensations had been a shock and they had felt good, very good.

"Sorry," she breathed, "I couldn't help that," she told him, going back to working in the potion into his thigh and then to his knee.

Harry smiled, "I assure you, I didn't mind a bit."

She smiled slightly, "Apparently, according to the notes, if I put this on your-" she nodded at his erection. "I can suck it off and that feels really good- apparently."

Harry's mind was filled with images of her doing just that and his cock jerked.

"OH!" she said in surprise, and then smiled sexily, "Like that idea do you? I'll have to find out how to suck you then, I don't know how right now."

Harry gulped, "Need practice, anytime anywhere, feel free Parv,"

She chuckled, a throat and very nice sound, "Anywhere? So under a desk, in the common room? Or will you bring me here for me to suck that cock of yours, hmmm?"

"You're driving me insane, you know that right?"

"I can stop, if you want?"

"No, no, I didn't say I wasn't enjoying the loss of my sanity now did I?" Harry replied breathing a little harder as the potion worked its magic on his body.

She chuckled that sexy throaty chuckle again, moving to his other leg as she did so, moving with erotic speed upwards. "Now who do I ask," she wondered aloud, her eyes going back to his shaft again.

Harry blinked back his lust a moment "Ask what?"

"How to suck cock."

"That just made me even MORE turned on you saying that," Harry told her with a slight laugh, "You are- so sexy Parv, damn I've never been this hard in my life."

"It is hard," she agreed, "So very big and hard, I'm not sure how it will fit in my mouth."

Harry groaned at her and she chuckled again, "Or my pussy, come to think of it, but I expect I'll stretch to accommodate you."

"Oh god Parv!"

"Because I am going to fit it in, and soon, oh god am I ever going to," she breathed.

"It'll fit, I promise you that," Harry told her, eyes now open and looking at her with an almost wild amount of lust in them.

She worked her hands up his thigh moving to his shaft, the sensation was almost too much to take; her hand and the potion combined were a heady combination. "Hmm, I'd better use both hands," she said in a teasing tone.

"Parv," Harry growled playfully at her.

She chuckled that chuckle again, both hands moving up and down, rubbing in the potion. Harry's hips moved a little with the motion; it was getting harder to think now. Harder to control himself and hard not to just let go. "My face could do with a treatment…" she trailed off leadingly then smiled, "They say cum is good for the skin."

"That's it!" Harry said moving forward his lips attached to hers even as she still had a hold of him. She kept working his shaft even as he kissed her passionately, but harder now as she began to lose control as well. Her hands moving with less focus but faster even at the odd angle they were at, Harry hands went to her breasts palpating both with his palms. She moaned into his mouth, her tongue sliding over his as they kissed. The sensations from the potion on his cock now pushing Harry towards his climax and they had hardly done anything. She pulled back, her eyes dark and sensual; "Lay back," she ordered in a charged tone, and then added, "Please," in a softer one.

Harry looked at her for a long moment, as he pulled himself back under some control, and then did as she asked.

Her hands stopped moving and she moved up his body a bit, "I'm so hot and so moist for you right now Harry I could take you easily," she told him, moving her lower body to hover over his shaft.

Harry looked at her, mentally screaming for her to lower herself down onto him. She looked like she really wanted to, her eyes wild with desire, desire for him. Which is when he realized he could not let her; if he did then she would be upset afterwards. She might not regret it, but then again she might, she had said not tonight, she wanted to it was there in her eyes, she wanted to badly.

She began lowering down, her outer labia touching his crown, parting and she was not lying she was so wet and heated. She smiled, and breathed in starting to push down.

"Stop!"

She stopped, looking at him with a slightly hurt expression. So he pushed on quickly, "I don't want you to regret your first time," he said with a rough voice, "I want you to keep going more than I can honestly verbalize, but if you do you might regret it. You said you did not want to tonight, or rather that we wouldn't tonight, that may haunt you. When we do this and by god, we will do this, I want you do have no regrets. I want you to look back and say, that was the best sex I've ever had and I loved every minute of it with no reservations."

She came to a total stop, and then moved back upwards and back, removing herself from his crown. He felt the loss of her heat keenly, the moistness from her sex still glittering on the end of his manhood. He wanted to grab her, throw her down and bury himself into her body, but he did not. There in her eyes was shock, and gratitude, a little disappointment but some relief, so he knew he had just done the right thing.

She beamed at him, "I think I'm falling for you, just so you know," she said seemingly out of the blue. "I'd bet no other man would've done that then, I would have definitely shagged you right then, no doubt about it, but you're right, this is not what I had planned, not tonight at least, and there's something else you're right about-"

"-What's that?"

"-We will have sex, and soon, I'm going to love it, and I will look back and think dear god that was good. That said I want in your harem my darling hero, so in years to come I'll look back and think- That was the first best sex of my life with my darling hero, and god what a good long life of fucking we've had since."

Harry moved to her and kissed her tenderly and with some heat along for the ride, "Welcome to Harry's Harem then," he said with a chuckle and a smile.

She smiled, "Turn over and let me finish the massage then, master."

"Master?"

"Isn't that the correct form of address for the owner of a Harem, or perhaps My Lord?"

"I am a Lord, but I'm not lordly, nor am I anyone's master, unless you like it that way," Harry said with a wink as he turned over and lay down on the bed.

Parvati laughed happily at him, "I'll stick to Harry then shall I?"

Harry smiled unseen as his face was buried in the bedclothes. Then all of a sudden, he yelped moving up on his elbow one hand going to his bum.

Parvati smirked at him as he looked over his shoulder at him, "What's good for the goose…"