Hermione had two major worries on her mind. Well, more than two, she was also worrying about why her book list had not come yet, who would be picked prefect, if Harry was happy with her, if her boobs would ever get any bigger, if it was even humanly possible for Ron to eat that much and not get fat, if the universe would end in a heat death or in a big crunch or if it was all a computer simulation somehow, if she was damned for premarital sex, if she was damned for being a witch, if she gave a damn about being damned at all – anyway Hermione had two major, current issues on her mind.

Issue number one: Harry's hearing – slash – trial. It was closing on the noon, and they had heard nothing yet from Arthur or Harry. What if he had been expelled, his wand snapped, and obliviated already? Would he even recognise her?

Issue number two, her period had not started. That was worrisome, it had been reliable as clockwork thus far, and she should have expected it by now. But it hadn't. And that was worrisome – oh wait she had already used that word in her internal monologue. Troubling? Yes, troubling sounded good. That was troubling.

The brunette was working herself into a nervous wreck and was slowly muttering to herself, much to the bewilderment of Ron, and the amusement of the Weasley twins. Finally Emmeline Vance, one of the older Order members who was currently in the house, took pity on the young witch.

'Hermione was it? With me,' the stern-faced witch ordered the frantic brunette. They moved to an empty room, and Emmeline order Hermione, 'spill. You're driving everyone mad with your mumbling, so either tell me what is bothering you, or I'm going to give you a Calming Draught and send you off to bed.'

Hermione took a deep breath, and blurted out, 'Harry is not back yet and I am so worried something is wrong with him, and I don't understand why I don't have my period yet, the doctor didn't say anything about the pill doing that, and I know I took precautions, so that can't be it, and why is Harry not back yet?'

Emmeline blinked, and deciphered the mad ramblings, 'Okay Harry's first – no news is good news. If anything had gone wrong, Arthur would have called in and we'd know by now. He is probably either caught up in work and had no chance to send Harry back, or they're celebrating.' Hermione let out a sigh with relief, and Emmeline continued, 'and how long have you been on the pill... I am assuming you mean the contraceptive one?'

Hermione blushed, 'six days now. I started Sunday.'

Emmeline thought a bit, 'well I do remember that it can really mess up your hormones if you only just started, so it's quite possible your body is simply not used to it yet. As long as you are being careful you shouldn't have anything to worry about dear,' she tried to smile at the younger witch. Emmeline was an only child and her own childhood had been long before the invention of the Pill, and since her husband had been killed in the seventies she had no children of her own, so she was not exactly an expert on this – but she thought she probably was right.

'Oh thank you,' Hermione hugged her, and Emmeline responded after a second, 'that must be it. I was mortified at the thought of having to go back to the pharmacy or talk to my GED about this.'

So my hormones are out of whack, that means the Pill must be working, Hermione thought after she let Emmeline go, therefore I am safe, and that means that I don't have to worry about Harry cumming inside me... oh he will like that, she giggled.

The 'crisis' averted, a much calmer Hermione and a relieved Emmeline rejoined the waiting crowd. Hermione picked up a book and sat down calmly to read, and Emmeline received thanks for restoring the quiet.

Ginny had a fair idea what Hermione was so worked up about, and didn't quite understand why she worried. If Master wanted his girls to get pregnant, who were they to object? A little sadly she reflected on her own situation, while she was under the Slave bond her body actively prevented her from ovulating until ordered to do so by her Master. So Ginny was hoping Hermione would get knocked up soon, maybe the sight of her swelling belly would make her Master want Ginny to carry a child of his as well...

A bit after eleven, the floo suddenly roared up, and Arthur stepped through. He had just barely taken a step to the side, when Harry shot out like from a cannon, and crashed against Fleur, who had arrived to take her lunch break. They stumbled to the ground, Harry ending up with his face between Fleur's breasts.

'And bonjour to you as well 'Arry,' Fleur laughed, as she took Bill's hand to get back up. 'You seem in zee high spirits, non?'

Harry grinned sheepishly, 'I won! The entire trial was dismissed, and Madam Bones was able to provide evidence someone in Fudge's office was probably behind it all. I am officially free to return to Hogwarts!'

'Oh Harry!' Hermione jumped him, hugging, kissing, and climbing him. Harry put his hands on her skirt-covered bum, and lifted her up as she snogged him heavily.

'Well, erm, yes while I am sure we're all very happy, I don't think it needs to be quite so enthousiastic,' Molly Weasley stammered, but Harry and Hermione seemed to ignore her.

'Allow me mum,' Bill grinned, and aimed his wand at the two, 'Aguamenti!' A cold of ice cold water hit the teens, and they jumped apart with a yelp.

'What the bloody hell was that for!' yelled Harry, then he looked at their audience, and blushed, 'oh, erm, yeah.'

'Quite,' Molly drily said, then got a happy tone again, 'congratulations Harry dear! I knew you could do it. Here, I baked a cake to celebrate!'

And celebrations were had.

Harry and Hermione had a private party that night, where he learnt that Hermione suddenly was no longer afraid to let him put his cum where it belonged. She remained in bed with him until morning, waking him up with a deepthroating blow-job, needless to say Harry was one happy teen the next day. Especially so when Arthur gave him a letter at breakfast, 'Susan Bones handed it to me, said it was about yesterday, son.'

When he got a little private time he read the letter, it was basically an invitation for more fun with Susan and Hannah once school started again, and a request to have a 'chat' on the Hogwarts Express. Harry penned a reply agreeing to both, and sealed it in an envelope with his Potter ring as an insignia, then asked Arthur to hand his reply back to Susan the next day.

With his girls, Harry began to notice a pattern. Tonks would 'have a talk' after lunch with Hermione in Ginny's room, then afterwards a differently dressed 'Hermione' would ask Harry to screw her in his or Hermione's room, only for Hermione to re-appear with her first outfit later, and usually Tonks heading off for her upcoming Professor job. Subtle, the girls were not any longer.

This set the pattern for the following days. The kids would study or otherwise kill time in the morning, Harry and Tonks would have a nice screw after lunch, and he and Hermione would 'sleep' together after the kids were sent off to bed for curfew by Molly. Ginny would get a shag every now and then, but the little red-head was content just to give Harry back rubs or serve him food most of the time, and despite his seeming capability to have sex nearly non-stop, it was tiring on Harry so he gladly slowed down a little. It must have been his magic helping him there, he thought.

The Prophet stopped slandering Harry, instead more and more articles appeared about Fudge's incompetence, and the firing of his Senior Undersecretary Umbridge over an unspecified legal issue. The paper was speculating not if, but when Fudge would resign, and who would take his place.

Monday the 23rd of August Harry decided he had had enough of pretending to be fooled all the time. He waited for the girls to head into Ginny's room, then burst in unannounced.

'Hermione, have you seen Ginny?' he asked, and saw Hermione and Tonks-Hermione standing before him, both girls with wide eyes as they were caught.

'Oh Morgana... Harry it's not what you think,' a panicked Hermione said, and looked at Tonks for help. Tonks shifted back to her own form, also looking scared, 'oh fuck...' was her idea of a reply.

'It's not what I think?' Harry pretended to be angry, and glared at the girls, 'so I'm not being tricked by someone who seemed happy to be my girlfriend and one of my future teachers?'

'Harry, I – she – that is –' Hermione sought an explanation, then gave up, and blurted out the whole reason the changing had started, and that she was so sorry to have fooled him, but it was sort of Tonks' fault as well – Tonks added her own two knuts, adding that it was mostly Hermione's idea but that she loved Harry as well and it was too hard to give him up just like that, and both girls wanted to know if he could please forgive them?

Harry smirked, and looked at the two bound witches, 'I don't know girls... I thought you loved me, but you've been making a fool out of me here. How can I trust you again?'

Hermione rushed to him and whimpered on his chest, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'll do anything if you forgive me...' Tonks was just looking miserable.

'I am quite angry,' Harry told them, 'so I'll have to punish you both before I will forgive you. Clothes off, both of you.' The girls quickly stripped, and Harry saw that Tonks was already getting wet. Either she had been looking forward to Harry Time, or she was actually getting off on the idea of being punished...

'Tonks, sit on Ginny's bed, and Hermione, sit on your old bed,' the girls scrambled to position. Harry looked at the two, and grinned. 'I'm going to need some help with this. So you two just sit there and wait for me to come back.'

'Harry? Why?' Hermione asked uncertainly.

'You need to be punished Mione. Or do you no longer want to be one of my girls?'

'One of – but I thought I was your girlfriend?' Hermione sniffled.

'You still are honey,' Harry kissed her nose, and played with her right nipple a bit, 'but since you were sharing me with Tonks already, you cannot object if I want to take more girls. As long as you obey me, you'll always be my first girl though,' he kissed her again, and Hermione sighed contentedly. Harry then stepped over to Tonks, and kissed Tonks' nose, tweaking her left nipple while he did so.

'Harry... please don't let another man touch me,' Tonks whimpered, and in response Harry shook his head to reassure her.

'I'll be right back girls. Think about your mistakes, and oh yes, I don't want to hear a word out of either of you before I tell you you can talk again, understood?' The naked girls nodded, and Harry quickly went downstairs and found Ginny, taking her back up with him. Ginny needed no further commands, if her Master wanted her, of course she would obey. Once Harry got back in the girls' room he stripped, and Ginny also got naked.

'Ginny, Hermione and Tonks have been bad little girls and now want their punishment,' Harry told his red-head slave. 'I'm going to give Hermione twenty hard spanks, while you give Tonks the same amount. I want you to spank her, and make her really feel it okay?'

'Yes Harry,' Ginny beamed at him. Hermione paled, and Tonks looked torn between anticipation and fear. Harry took out the two desk chairs and placed them side by side, then picked up one of Ginny's shoes, and transfigured it into a paddle before he sat down on the left one. Ginny sat next to him and he handed her the paddle. Then Harry beckoned Hermione over. His brunette lover lied down on his lap, looking back up at him with fearful eyes. Next to him Tonks lied down over Ginny's lap, so that she was facing Hermione.

'Have you ever been spanked before Mione, really spanked?' Hermione remembering her instructions shook her head in a negative, and Harry lightly slapped her cheek.

'Then this will be a new experience for you. Take a good look at Tonksie, she knows what is coming.'

'She's soaking wet Master,' Ginny giggled, sliding a finger of her left hand through Tonks' crevice and holding it up for Hermione and Harry to see.

'Okay, let's get started... Ginny, try to keep up. One.' Harry raised his right hand, and let it fall down hard on Hermione's left butt cheek, leaving behind a glowing red hand print. Hermione made a weird noise through closed teeth, and squirmed on his lap. Next to them, Ginny had slammed her new paddle on Tonks' butt, and Tonks let out a light moan.

'Two,' Harry said, and slammed his hand on Hermione's right butt cheek, decorating it with another red mark. Hermione hissed, and squirmed on his lap again, but didn't let out a voice. Tonks also got another slap, and moaned again.

Harry began an alternating series of spanks, calling the number out before he did, and Ginny followed him. Tonks seemed to like it, but Hermione began crying after the ninth slap.

'I'm sorry, I'm Mmm –' Tonks shut Hermione up by reaching over, grabbing her head, and kissing her on the mouth, and the two girls were snogging as Harry and Ginny spanked them.

Both girl's butts were glowing a beautiful red when Harry finally reached number twenty, and finished with a final hard slap across both butt cheeks, Ginny copying him next to him. Hermione was crying softly, and Tonks was lapping up her tears still.

'Master, my arm is tired,' Ginny giggled, as she dropped the paddle, 'and she's been soaking over my knee the entire time.' Tonks blushed heavily, as she released Hermione's sniffling face.

'Thanks Gin-gin, you did a great job,' Harry praised his red-head, 'and you earned a reward. Lie down on your bed, and Tonks will eat you out. Tonksie, make her see stars and I'll consider forgiving you, all right?'

Tonks nodded, and hopped off Ginny's lap. Ginny lied down on back on her bed with her legs spread, and guided Tonks' head between them so she could get to work.

Hermione was still sniffling, and Harry slapped her butt softly, causing her to yelp, 'time for the next part Mione. You spoke up during your spanking, so I'll need to punish you again. Kneel down before me, I want to skull fuck you.'

Hermione whimpered, and got off his lap. She carefully knelt between his legs, trying to minimize contact with her burning bum, and opened her mouth. She hated this most kind of sex of all, but Harry had to punish her if she was to be forgiven, right?

The black-haired wizard pulled Hermione closer, and scooted forward. His hard cock slapped Hermione against her forehead. Harry took his dick in his hand and guided it over Hermione's face, leaving a slimy trail over her eye-lids, her nose and cheeks, before he guided it in her open mouth. Harry put his hands behind Hermione's head, and pushed her down all the way, making her gag on his meat as it was pushed all the way down her throat. He kept her down all the way until she began to struggle for breath, and let her back up to take a deep breath, before he began forcing her head up and down to massage his dick with her mouth.

In front of him he saw Tonks eating out Ginny, Tonks' red bum raised in the air, and from the sounds Ginny was making, she was doing a great job. Harry fucked Hermione's head hard until he felt he was lubricated enough, and pushed her off him. The brunette landed on her bum, and with a whimper rolled on her side to get her abused rear off the floor.

'Hermione, come with me,' Harry said, and he indicated Ginny and Tonks, 'make sure Tonk's arse-hole is nice and wet, and let me know when she's ready.'

Harry walked to the other side of the bed, and offered his cock to Ginny's mouth. Ginny eagerly took it in, and softly suckled it, keeping him wet and hard. Meanwhile Hermione climbed behind Tonks, and placed her hands on the Metamorphmagus' hips, then hesitatingly began to tongue her little pink rose. Tonks stiffened as she felt a tongue probe her back entrance, and drove her face into Ginny's cunt, causing Ginny to cum again. Ginny moaned around Harry's cock, doing her best to keep licking him even as she rode out her orgasm.

After a few minutes of this, Hermione moved up from Tonk's arse, and waved Harry over. Harry slid his wet and hard dick out of Ginny's mouth, getting a disappointed moan from her, and replaced Hermione behind Tonks.

'Good job Mione, she looks nice and wet for me... go sit on Ginny's face, she'll eat you while I use Tonks a bit,' he ordered the brunette, then lined his rock-hard penis up with Tonks' little rose, and pushed in her smooth tunnel. Ginny came again as Harry pushed Tonks' face into Ginny's crotch, and Harry pulled Tonks away by the waist, 'enough of that... oh Merlin you're tight here,' and he pushed Tonks down on her forearms, beginning to slam his meat into her, every time his pelvis and stomach met her abused butt Tonks let out another deep moan.

Hermione had climbed Ginny's chest, and hovered over the red-head, letting Ginny lap up her pussy. Hermione bent forward over Ginny, so her face was near Tonks' still hovering near Ginny's sopping wet cunt. Ginny skilfully used her tongue and fingers to get Hermione to her climax, and as Hermione came Tonks took the brunette in for another deep snog, letting Hermione clean Ginny's juices from Tonks' face.

Harry slammed hard into Tonks until he felt his orgasm approach, then pulled out. 'Girls, all three of you, clean me up. Whoever gets most of my cum in her mouth gets a reward.' Harry sat down on the edge of the bed, and the tangle of girly bits scrambled to the floor between his legs. With a bit of pushing and other dominance play it was decided that Hermione took the center, Tonks the left, and Ginny the right. Hermione sucked Harry back in her mouth, ignoring the taste, as she wanted her reward. Hopefully Harry would forgive her. Ginny lapped up the part of his shaft not in Hermione's mouth, and Tonks licked his balls and the section between them and his arse. Finally Harry felt he could not hold out much longer, and took his dick out of the girls' mouths and into his hand. He aimed it at the girls, all three sitting on their knees with eyes gazing lovingly up at him, mouths open and tongues extended, and Harry began glazing their faces with his cum. All three of his girls tried to catch as much in their mouths as possible. When Harry was finally done cumming, Hermione proved to be the smartest of the three, as she began licking Ginny's face and breasts, taking as much cum as possible, and quickly moving over to Tonks for more of the same, before the other two even realised what the brunette was planning. Proudly she opened her mouth, filled with his cum, and Harry grinned.

'Hermione is the winner! Give her your shares Tonks and Ginny, then Tonks you can make me hard again, while Ginny eats Hermione out to get her wet and ready for the last round.'

Tonks snowballed Hermione, giving her all the cum she had gathered, then turned back to Harry's dick and sucked him into her mouth. Ginny also gave Hermione her hard-earned cum, and Hermione swallowed it all down to empty her overflowing mouth, then got back on the bed behind Harry, carefully laid down on her back (her bum was still glowing), and Ginny began working on her cunt.

Tonks had Harry hard again after a few minutes, and he replaced Ginny between Hermione's legs. Harry flipped Hermione over, and placed her on her hands and knees, then he entered her sopping wet cunt from behind. Harry began fucking her with long, deep strokes. Ginny crawled under Hermione, and began kissing and playing with the brunette's breasts even as Harry screwed her, and Tonks took Hermione's face again, cleaning up the remains of Harry's cum and kissing her.

Harry tried his best to last as long as possible, and with the other girls' help brought Hermione to a climax before he felt his own orgasm rise again. The first splurt went inside Hermione's tunnel, then he pulled out, and coated her red bum with his jism. Harry rubbed it into her butt cheeks, soothening the burn somewhat, then offered his hands to Tonks who cleaned them up for him, while Ginny cleaned his cock. Hermione just lied down, her bum still sticking in the air, exhausted.

Harry took a while to recover, then smiled at the three, 'Ginny, thanks for your assistance. Hermione, Tonksie – you're forgiven.' All three girls looked lovingly at him, and he continued, 'now here's what we'll do. Hermione, I'm going to make you my official girlfriend, but that does not mean I won't be paying attention to other girls. Tonks, you as my teacher and the staff liaison will be able to answer this – does the girlfriend of the Lord of an Ancient and Most Noble House get to move to the Lord's quarters?'

Hermione was speechless, as Tonks replied 'Not a girlfriend Harry, but your betrothed would, in fact both of them should you have two would be eligible.'

'Both?' Harry asked.

'Yes Harry,' Tonks snuggled up to him, 'you're Sirius' heir as the next Lord Black, right? In that case you are officially Heir Black, and since you already have Lord's quarters, any girls you officially bind to the House of Black get to stay with you.'

'Wow... I hadn't realised,' Harry admitted, 'what are the limits?'

Ginny began giving him a back rub, Hermione was gaping like a fish, as Tonks continued the exposition: 'Well obviously you have one betrothed per house, and up to two bonded Consorts or other, per house again. Oh and bonded slaves like Ginny don't count, they're officially seen as property – sorry Ginny dear,' Tonks smiled at the red-head, and got a beaming smile in return. Ginny didn't mind, she loved belonging to Master.

'Damn, I should have paid more attention to that Lord stuff... well no time like the present,' Harry said. He turned to Hermione, and looked her deep in the eyes. 'Hermione Jane Granger, will you consent to marry me as soon as I turn sixteen and become Lady Potter?'

Hermione squeed, and dove into Harry's arms, 'yes Harry, oh yes yes yes!' Harry snogged her deeply, then patted her still sore bottom, getting a squak.

'I'll get you your ring Wednesday when we go to Diagon Alley,' he promised her, then released her from the hug, and turned to Tonks. 'Nymphadora Tonks, will you become my Lady Black and consent to marry me?'

Tonks smiled at him, but shook her head, 'no Harry, I won't.' At Harry's crestfallen look she hastily added, 'you need a proper Pure-blood wife for the House, it's in the family laws. I would be more than happy to become a Consort to the House though.'

Harry smiled, and kissed her little nose, 'very well then... Nymphadora Tonks, will you consent to become a bonded Consort to the House of Black?'

Tonks took his head in her hands, and kissed him deeply, 'I will, if you never use that horrible name again, Harry. Make up something else will you?' Harry laughed, and pulled his wife-to-be, his secret consort, and his pet in his arms for a group hug/snuggle.