Chapter Eighteen!
9th of September 1994
Harry was heading up to Professor McGonagall office and he didn't quite know what to expect. Arriving at her door he knocked and waited.
"Come in Harry." He heard thought the door, opening it and walking in he sat in the chair Professor McGonagall was pointing towards as the door closed automatically behind him. "Before we begin I want to say that I'm proud of you for defending Luna, I think you could have handled McQuillen differently but -" Stopping and holding her hand up to stop his outburst, she lowered it again and continued, "I think you could have handled McQuillen differently but considering how you came across them, I can understand your reaction." She paused to gather her thoughts and allow Harry to think about what he had done. "I don't agree with Dumbledore assigning you a month detention, no other student has been punished this harshly for harming another student. As I can't rescind the punishment I've decided rather than have you doing pointless things I'm going to teach you how restrain or capture another person, so we don't have any more of these punishments."
"Now, moving onto Mr McQuillen and his accomplices, Dumbledore won't allow me to expel them but I can assure you that they will be keep busy in detention for a long time. They will also be monitored so that nothing like what they were attempting will happen again..." Harry sat there thinking on what he'd heard, he was glad Professor McGonagall had attempted to have them expelled, and once this had been blocked was monitoring them, it still didn't mean he wouldn't be paying them a visit, he'd just need to be careful.
For the rest of the evening she had started to explain spells used to restrain and capture, as well as reminiscing about her late husband with Harry, trying to justify her actions to him. As he left the office that evening Harry decided he understood his Head of House a bit better, she'd explained that he reminded her of Matthew and herself, how when they were younger they were willing to do anything to protect the people close to them, like Harry was now. It was only with Matthew's death and her own foolish belief in Dumbledore doing the right thing that she'd become soft and allowed things to get as bad as they had. She was pleased with him, as it was because of his actions that the fire in her had been reawakened, given her renewed energy to make the changes what were needed.
Walking out of the office Harry was glad with his progress and the tentative friendship he'd started with his Professor, hopefully she was starting to see him as a friend, not just a student. Those thoughts were pushed aside however, he was going to find the Maine Coon again. Well, if she'd recovered from last night that is...
Thinking back to last night he'd been angry and frustrated and after leaving Dumbledore's office and had wandered the corridors, marking them as his territory. He sprayed his scent everywhere, declaring Hogwarts as his to every other cat and a smelly 'fuck you' to the headmaster. He knew it would be gone by the morning as the house elves would clean his piss as soon as they found it, but until then it allowed him to calm his frustration to a tolerable level as he looked for the Maine Coon. His searching paid off and he found were the Maine Coon had rubbed herself against some amour, he could smell she was still fertile and quickly tracked her down in short order.
He pounced he second he found her, she'd struggled at first but she must have realised it was him as she submitted and allowed him to work his frustrations out on her. He wasn't sure why but he'd marked her as his just as he was pumping a load of his seed into her womb. It had felt right, just like marking Hermione had. It had taken her several minutes to recover enough to stumble behind him as he lead her wobbly legged back to where he slept, once there he'd proceed to fuck her for the next four hours on and off before collapsing on a sofa, as she curled up next to him.
24th of September 1994
Laying in his bed Harry stretched and relaxed smiling as he thought back over the last two weeks, the Maine Coon had been coming to the Gryffindor Tower every other night for a good mating, all on her own. He'd been training her using growls, hisses and other noises along with some body language. At first it was hit and miss but after discovering that if he showed her what he wanted, or physically pulled her about into the right position or action, and then reinforced it with a noise he could quickly teach her what he wanted. She seemed very intelligent and learning speed had doubled when she discovered he wouldn't mate with her until she learnt what he wanted that night. He was pleased her progress however and always rewarded her by wearing her out.
During these times he discovered a new skill of his Kneazle form; he was able to get images from the Maine Coon, instead of just flashes of instincts and emotions. It was like Legilimency but instead of only thoughts and memories he could see what see wanted him to, mainly. She seemed to have a one track mind when around him, only thinking of mating but occasionally he would see a few other scattered images, not much, mostly various halls of Hogwarts that she'd explored.
It reminded him of the dream when he found out he was a Battle Unicorn. He could feel another fully sentient presence when he was experiencing these images, but it never talked to him. He had tried himself to initiate communication but had failed and so was stuck to meowing. That's when he realized that this must be how Kneazles talked to each other. As his mastery of this skill improved he was almost certain the meows, mewls, and yowls of the Maine Coon became words on occasion. At the time he thought he was only hearing things, but now he was thinking otherwise. Out of the two skills, he had decided to learn to master the image skill first, purely because his unicorn form had the same skill, and so it would be better to master it first, if he wanted to completely master his equine form quickly. Bane had yet to make a push for Sarah's betrothal, but according to a bit of spying he'd done in the forest in his Kneazle form it wouldn't be long.
Luna had begun to master her Basilisk from, thanks to Slytherin's potion and his knowledge of how to transform. It had taken her a lot less time than he expected, only the two weeks. Today she was down in the Chamber with Medusa for one-on-one lessons on how to become a Lamia, as she'd wanted to learn how to do this as quickly as possible.
His thoughts turned to Hermione, who was sleeping next to him in bed, her training was going even better then the Maine Coon's, thanks mainly to the fact he could tell her what he wanted. She had been correct about reverting to her old mindset while in her human form, and for the first week he'd made sure he had sex with her at least once a day, be it over a desk in an unused classroom or in a broom closet, he always made sure they were alone and normally in a secluded location. Each time she would resist but once he was in a dominant position with his cock in her she quickly capitulated and spurred him on.
That had continued until last weekend, when his quick fuck had turned into a slow love-making session with plenty of affection shared between both of them, that lasted well into the evening in Harry's bed, which had been warded to the best of both of their abilities. This seemed to be the breakthrough Hermione needed, because until then she admitted that she had felt hesitant about submitting to him. After that she trusted him completely and eagerly submitted to his desires in all of her forms, while still retaining the ability and attitude needed of a Mate in her human form. She had a bit of trouble not submitting right away from his mere presence alone in her Catgirl form, but she was able to as long as there were other people around. Her Kneazle form was a lost cause however and they had both acknowledged this within two days. Granted, neither was particularly unhappy about this discovery, as the second she had transformed into a full feline she wanted nothing more than to submissively follow Harry around, be dominated and ordered about.
Progress on his own training was going well, when he had the time anyway. Normally after helping Luna, on his free period Monday and during the few nights he wasn't fucking the Maine Coon and was able to sneak out of the Gryffindor Tower, he'd mastered his Unicorn and his Unicorn/Centaur form. He was now was beginning to learn to fight in these forms, learning how to use the lightning skills and teaching himself how to use his shadow skills.
During the day he'd taken Neville under his wing, at first it seemed impossible as no matter how hard they tried, none of the spells he tried to teach Neville would work. As Harry pondered on what to do about this, he hit on an idea why the spells weren't working for Neville; his wand. When Harry asked him about it, Neville explained that his wand belonged to his father, as his Gran wanted him to have it as a reminder. Talking with Neville more he found himself somewhat irritated by his Gran, she seemed to always be putting him down, making it so that he had to live up to be like his parents. In a way he could understand that she wanted them to live though him but she didn't seem to understand that Neville wasn't them and didn't have the skills they had. When he wasn't able to convince Neville to stand up to his Gran and demand his own wand because his father's wasn't working for him very well, Harry sent a somewhat rude letter to the Elder Longbottom. The letter implied heavily that she must have really hated her grandson to try and hold him back, by belittling him and worse still, giving Neville a wand that wasn't a match for him.
Neville's Gran's letter back was dismissive, informing him that he had no right in telling her, or Neville, what she should and shouldn't do. Replying Harry sent another letter that explained he was a friend of Neville's and only wanted what was best for him, so he had every right to enquire why she was handicapping him, preventing him from becoming a better wizard, to become like his parents. This must have done the trick because the next day Neville's Gran turned up at Hogwarts and pulled him out of classes for the day. When Neville returned he had a new wand; eleven inch cherry wood and dragon heart string which was better suited to him.
With the new wand Neville revealed himself to be a better wizard. Although his true skill would forever be in Herbology he improved in his other subject remarkably. Harry suspected he would never be as good as himself as he didn't have the power or skill required but he was still an improved student, even if his bad memory was an issues at times.
To Harry's surprise the new professor for History of Magic had arrived shortly after he started his detentions and he was very impressed with the new addition to the staff, he could remember the first class well.
13th of September 1994
After so long without History of Magic it was once again starting up, and many of the students wondered what it was now going to be like, some hoped that they could still nap - although many knew it wouldn't be the case. Harry and the Gryffindor's would be the first to find out what the class was going to be like.
As Harry and Hermione eagerly entered the History of Magic classroom early they sat in front waiting for the Professor. They didn't have to wait for long, as a middle age Witch, with black hair, wearing equally black robes entered the classroom and sat behind Binn's old desk and waited for the other students to arrive. Once everyone had entered the classroom, the Witch said, "Greetings everyone, my name is Professor Melony Helling. From what I've been told almost every one of you have a habit of falling asleep in this class, this wont happen anymore," Professor Helling stated calmly. There were groans of disappointment from some of the students around the classroom at the declaration. "You're way behind in what you should know about the Wizarding World, about past Dark Lords, Dark Ladies, significant events and the decisions that made Wizarding Britain what it is today. So you know, this class won't be you all listening to me whilst I talk about the past, no, we shall also be debating on what you'll learn." There were more groans from some of the class, knowing that there would be more work because of this. "Because as the Muggles saying goes, history is written by the victors, we'll debate about why the opposing side or sides did what they did. Was it for their own version of a better future, or, if it was simply because they were evil for evil's sake, why they acted that way. Was it they were already evil, or did something happen to them to make them the way that they turned out? So let us begin with the first recorded evil witch; Morgana…" Professor Helling then started to talk about Morgana and the war between her and Merlin. Even the laziest of students got into the lesson by the end of the class, thanks to her enthusiasm for teaching history.
24th of September 1994
The History of Magic classes for the next two weeks were spent talking about the Dark Witch Morgana, speculating about the way she behaved, her life, how she turned into an 'evil' witch and about the battles between her and Merlin. The first week they discussed her life and history, talking about how Morgana Pendragon was the daughter of Uther Pendragon, half-sister to Arthur Pendragon. How she had once been the doting ward of Uther, but was increasingly drawn to the use of dark magic. Professor Helling explained it was thought that Morgana originally turned to dark magic because within Uther's court she felt like an outsider having to hide her abilities from Uther, so as not to draw his hatred, still raging because of what had happened to his wife. They then went to learn about her attempts to seize the throne of Camelot, only for her plans to be thwarted by Merlin, leaving her to attack the kingdom from afar.
Once they had learnt the background material the class debated if she was 'evil' and if so, was it her fault or was it the only path left to her. Many within the class though she was truly 'evil' but Harry thought otherwise. He had argued that Uther Pendragon was partial to blame for the path she had taken, as if he had put his hatred for magic and magic users aside she wouldn't have felt excluded and so wouldn't have turned to dark magic. Professor Helling was pleasantly surprised that she had received multiple viewpoint, including her own but she went on to explain that the view Harry had was controversial. He could see it in the looks he received from some of his class mates, there were whispers that he must be going dark, to side with Morgana, after all everyone knew that 'Merlin was good and everybody who opposed him was evil'.
It went without saying that Harry liked the class immensely and cancelled his plans to self-study history in favour of taking the class. Harry never realized it but this decision earned Professor Helling a lot of respect amongst the majority of the staff.
For the rest of the week many of the Gryffindor's gave him strange looks because of what he said in History of Magic, but he didn't care. He just thought they were fools to think that everything was black and white as most of the time everything is a shade of grey. Although some of his fellow students thought he was going dark, it seem having a controversial view gave him a 'bad boy' image which some of the female students liked, and he thought it was the reason he'd had gotten a date with the three Gryffindor Chasers aka The Crimson Vixens.
Thinking about the day ahead he felt a bit excited about his date, he would be taking three hot women out after all. He didn't know what was going to happen but if the opportunity presented itself he was going to fuck one or more of them. He knew he would need to worry about Hermione because she wanted to go to Hogsmeade by herself anyway to get a few personal things. He was a bit worried about her going off on her own, but they had discussed it and he understood that although he was her Alpha, she needed time by herself on occasion. He knew it wouldn't be often, hell Hermione had said as much, but once in a while they would need some for themselves.
22th of September 1994
Harry was sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor Common Room feeling really relaxed. Hermione had gone up to her dorm room to clean herself up after he'd emptied his balls into to her twice over a desk in an abandoned classroom before returning with her to the common room. It had been a while since he could just sit and relax on a soft what with his training, helping Luna, Neville, or training Hermione and the Maine Coon it was nice to have a break. There were a few younger years huddled in groups talking about classes, homework and him becoming dark scattered around the room. There were however three older students in the room that were making him sort of nervous.
The Crimson Vixens were all huddled together and to many this was an instant cause for alarm considering their history of teasing and flirting with the fairer sex, and if the rumours were true, the same sex too, but Harry wasn't too worried about it. They'd been talking for a while, lazily relaxing on the nearby loveseat, before one of them whispered something and they pulled themselves closer together and started what could only be described as plotting.
That's when Harry started to worry, because as they were talking they all suddenly glanced at him in eerie unison and then looked back at each other before nodding. With his new confidence and skills he thought that he would be prepared for anything, but as the three of them started to saunter over towards him, hips swaying, he wasn't sure he was ready for all three vixens, as he knew what they were like.
As they reached him, giving him no warning Angelina and Alicia draped themselves over his right and left sides, grasping his wrists and pulling his arms between their breasts, trapping him, on the off chance he did something crazy like try and escape, whilst the slightly younger Katie knelt in-between his legs, her elbows resting on his knees as her fists supported her head under her chin.
"Harrrry!" Angelina whined sexily, her tone was so over-the-top that in any other situation it could be taken as joking, but in his current situation Harry was to overwhelmed to see the difference. "We don't have anything to do this weekend."
"Yeah…" Alicia purred, picking up where she left off flawlessly, "What are we lonely witches to do?"
"Now girls, I'm sure Harry knows exactly what to do with a few handful's of witches." She said slyly, giving him a hooded look. "I'm sure you can think of something for us to do. After all, rumour has it he's had his wicked way with quite a few of the girls in Hogwarts already, so I'm sure Harry could find something for us to do…"
There were several seconds of silence, in which Harry stared at all three of them in what the Vixens thought was utter confusion before they burst into fits of giggling. Smirking at what they were trying to do, Harry pulled his hand free from Angelina grasp, before 'accidently' running the back of his hand over her left breast before reaching down to his right and pulling out a small black book. Flipping though the notes he taken on his Animagus form, he boldly announced, "Well I suppose I could fit you all in on…" He trailed off and started to flip through the book, mumbling loud enough for them to here. "Move that Slytherin girls orgy back a day… push up teaching Susan and Hannah the meaning of balls deep… reschedule the slave play with Luna..." The girls' eyes got wider and wider as he kept reading things off. He eventually snapped the book closed and picked up from where he left off, "The next Hogsmeade visit I could take you all out for a day on the town. Hermione has been telling me I should look into being with more women, seeing that I keep tiring her out." Harry finished with smirk. "You and Hermione are together?" Katie asked in shock, in which Harry nodded, "When?" She followed this up with a slowly asked, "And was any of that stuff you listed true?"
"Nah, I just wanted to see the looks on your faces," He replied with a grin. "But yes, we've been together for about two weeks now." He said with a happy smile, "We're keeping it under wraps, but we've been having fun…" His smile turned from happy to a lustful dreamy smirk, his eyes staring blankly into the distance as he remembered all the good times he had with Hermione.
The girls stared at him uncomprehendingly at first, but Angelina and Alicia both surprised him by covering his ears before they pulling themselves into another huddle right over his lap. Chucking internally as covering his ears would do them no good, thanks to his Animagus forms his hearing had gotten a lot better, so he heard everything they discussed.
"Okay I know this was a joke but we really don't have anything to do and Harry seems to have gone from cute to stud while we weren't looking. I think we should go." Katie started off.
Angelina tried to speak, but she barely opened her mouth before Alicia cut her off, "Yes Ang, we know your answer. If you were gagging for Harry's wand any harder you'd be dry heaving on the floor." Ignoring Angelina's pout, her lack of refusal being all the information either girl needed, she continued. "The fact is we've hit a rut girls, the well of decent men in this school has been tapped dry, and we may have just hit a previously undiscovered pocket of gentlemanly hunk here. We all seem to be in agreement, so I say we take him on a test date and see how he does. If there's anybody in this school I can see dating all three of us, and still managing to make all of us happy, it's Harry."
Angelina tried to speak again, but Katie cut her off this time, "And he seems to be telling the truth about tiring Granger out; it would certainly explain some of the disturbingly happy looks she's been sporting lately and how early she goes to bed."
Angelina, sick of being interrupted, took a deep breath and stage whispered as loud as she could without being heard by the other people in the room, "COCK!" Seeing the other girls staring at her, she cleared her throat and spoke for the first time. "Thank you for letting me speak, you bitches," She mock glared at them, "Anyway, I call first if we do decide to go that far with him. Aside from that, I'm in full agreement of accepting the date request." She declared.
Alicia and Katie rolled their eyes at their blunt friend's method of silencing them, before nodding and accepting her dibs; they both knew she had a crush on Harry and so, close friends they were, they would be making sure, if he impressed them enough that is, Angelina got to go first.
Once Angelina and Alicia removed their hands from Harry's ears, Angelina said with a blush, "It seems that our fun to try and embarrass you Harry, backfired. However, seeing that we really don't have anything planned this weekend, we three were wondering if you would mind taking us to Hogsmeade." She asked before continuing, "Maybe if you're a good boy, we'll teach you a few things you could try out on Hermione." She teased, trying to embarrass Harry again but like before it didn't work and Harry fired back to devastating effect.
"No my dear Angelina, if you three girls are good I'll show you some things you never would have thought possible." Harry teased back with a smirk, which widened when he saw the Crimson Vixens blush a deep red that a Weasley would be hard pressed to match. "Well ladies I bid you good night, I'll see you three at the Entrance Hall about lunch time on Saturday." With that he left three gob smacked ladies behind him as he went up to his dorm.
But as he was heading that way, he crossed paths with the Weasley Twins, who'd just entered the Gryffindor Tower. Seeing the Crimson Vixens blushing a deep and familiar Weasley Red, all staring at Harry as he walked by them Fred stopped him and asked, "Harry, mate, what happened…"
"… to the girls over there?" George finished, as he pointed over to the Crimson Vixens.
"Oh nothing much," Harry replied, his smirk still in place. "They asked me if all four us could go out on a date together and I said yes - I'm not fool to turn down that kind of deal, three hot girls wanting to date me at the same time? I would be brain dead to say no. I left them with a bit of teasing, promising to tutor them in some special skills of mine if they were good." Leaving both thoroughly stunned and speechless twins, he strolled up the male dorm stairs and entered his room.
Harry entered the dorm to find Ron and Neville already there, with no signs of Dean or Seamus. Both of his dorm mates were awake, Neville was tending to one of his plants he'd gotten enough confidence to start growing near his bed, while Ron didn't seem to be doing anything, just sitting hunched over against the wall his bed was pushed against, staring blankly at it.
Harry nodded to Neville and sat on his bed. He held up and single hand with all five fingers extended. He slowly counted down, pulling each finger into his palm as he counted down the seconds, a grin building on his face. The very instant the last finger lowered and he was holding up a fist the Weasley Twins came barging in the room. They stumbled over each other because they were going too fast and ended up in a large pile of limbs at Harry's feet.
The twins untangled themselves quickly and started bowing at his feet. "Teach us, oh great one!" they both cried in unison. This was enough to snap Ron out of his dead eyed trance, and pique the interest of Neville enough to pull him away from pruning one of his more difficult plants. "What are they worshipping you for now?" Neville asked, amused. The twins seemed to pull something like this at least once a month for something brilliant Harry accidentally mentioned or thought up offhandedly that their minds warped into prank ideas, so it wasn't as shocking a sight as two boys praising another should probably be.
"I scored a date with the Chasers." Harry said, even more amused than Neville.
"Which one?" Neville inquired, but the only reply he gained was the twin's proclamation of Harry being a god amongst men get louder and Harry's grin stretching wider. "No… no way!" The Longbottom breathed, "All three of them?"
"WHAT?!" Ron finally got the hint, only after Neville had said it, and his face coloured with naked envy and jealousy instantly. "How the hell did you do that Potter!" He demanded, "There's no way the Crimson Vixens would date someone like you."
"Well, not being a prat like you constantly helps." Harry replied with a cruel smile. He'd been meaning to really break all ties with Ron beyond repair and this seemed to be what would do it.
"So I should start being a smug prick, like you?" Ron fired back, sitting straight up now, on the edge of his bed as he glared at Harry.
"I might be smug at times Ron, but that's because I've got skill, and I'm no prick, that's your deal," Harry replied, with shrug, his smirk still in place, he added, "I just acted like myself and used my natural charm, that's what got them to ask me to date them, I did none of the work. It might sound arrogant, but with my new looks and finally being myself, I could get any women I want." With a lustful smile, he said the one thing that would make Ron react the way he wanted. "I bet I could even get Ginny. In fact, with her hang up with me being the Boy-Who-Lived it would be easy to get her to do whatever I wanted. I could probably even go all the way with her, and then some, I bet she'd be begging me to be made into my Pet once I'm done with her."
That did it, the moment Harry said that Ron crossed the distance between them and tried to punch him, seemingly forgetting that he had a wand. Harry was ready though, the moment Ron threw his first punch, Harry stepped to one side and caught Ron's arm. Then he kicked the back of Ron's right knee, knocking the impulsive redhead onto his knees before finally placing his wand under Ron's neck. The twins were about to do something to help their foolish brother, seeing that Harry was clearly toying with him, but one look from Harry stopped them in their tracks. With a sneer that reminded everyone in the room of Snape, Harry said, "Listen Ron, I've had enough of your shite and the way you've been acting, I know that you're only friends with Dean or Seamus to try and make me jealous so that I would take you back as a friend. That's not going to happen; especially after all you did in making people think I'm some sort of Dark Lord in training. So I'm telling you here and now, you'll stop spreading lies about me, and trying to make me out to be some Dark Lord. If you don't, well you have heard what happened to McQuillen and his friends?" Harry asked darkly, in which Ron nodded, "For once the rumours are true; I did that to them because they were going to hurt Luna."
"Oh please, like you could do that to McQuillen and his friends, I don't think so," Ron said in disbelieve, "And so what if they were trying something with Looney?! She probably deserved -"
That's as far Ron got before Harry kneed Ron in the spine and hissed darkly, "Ron it WAS me who done it them, and I'll do the same to you if you ever cross me again, more so if you call Luna, Loony again or say that it was okay for her to be hurt. No matter how much we might hate it, we share a house together for a few more years, so we have to deal with each other until then. So I'm going to say this flat out; we stay out of each other's hair until then and we'll be fine. However, should you cross me or insult Luna like that again, or anyone close to me, and I'll make what I did to McQuillen and his friends like child's play." Seeing Harry's dark look, a shiver went down the spines of the other boys, including Ron. "Now if you'll all excuse me, I'm going to bed, as I've got a date to prepare for, so goodnight." And with that Harry got ready for bed whilst the others looked at him in shock. They keep doing so even after Harry got into bed, closed the curtains and went to sleep.
24th of September 1994
That was two days ago, since then although life in their dorm room was a bit tense, Ron had left him alone and stopped spreading more rumours about him. The redhead was going out of his way to avoid Harry; even turning fully around in the halls if he came across him. Harry assumed the strong reaction was due to fear and would die down as Ron ignored his very presence as hard as possible for a while.
So here he was, after having breakfast and getting ready he walked into the Entrance Hall where he was scheduled to meet his dates only to be stunned by what he saw.
Hip-hugger jeans seemed to be the standard uniform now and all three girls wore them to devastating effect, if the amount of staring boys around the room were anything to go by. While all three girls had large bust sizes, C to D cups if he judge correctly, they all showed them off differently. Katie took the simplest approach; a black Weird Sisters T-shirt that would look more at home on a first year due to its size. Alicia took it one step further, her dark grey camisole showing off her shoulders and a bit of her tone belly. Angelina was even more daring; her burnt orange tube top ended just above her ribs and showed a decent amount of cleavage. She was also wearing arm warmers that covered her arms from wrist to elbow, probably with a Warming Charm cast on them to keep her from getting too cold. He would guess the other girls had Warming Charms cast on their clothes as well, it wasn't overly cold yet, but it would get chilly otherwise dressed as they were.
As Harry walked up to the trio, he said with a lustful smile, "I now know why they call you the Vixens; very beautiful and sexy. Any man would be lucky to be with you."
"You're a real charmer Harry," Angelina replied, pleased her outfit had done its job. "You don't look to bad either. I'm amazed that more of the ladies here aren't trying to get into your trousers."
"I think they would, but people like Ron have been spreading rumours about me," Harry explained with a hint of annoyance, "So they think twice in asking me; thinking I'll try and force myself - unless that's what they want from me - on them or something ridiculous like that. Although I think I dealt with the problem." He finished with a pleased look.
"We've heard." Alicia commented with a smile, "We're glad that you dealt with Ron, he was getting too big for his boots. Been like that since first year, thinking that because he was your friend he could do whatever he wanted."
"Yeah," Katie said darkly, "He's the reason why people didn't come near you, Ron was driving them away; saying horrible things about them, telling people you hated them and stuff when you weren't around and claiming he was speaking for you. In fact, until you became hot and decided to ditch him he was the reason why, for me at least, more girls didn't try to make a move on you."
"Is that so?" Harry asked darkly, sending a glance at Ron. He'd been on the fence about Ginny, from what he'd heard from the twins she was the kind of girl he'd like, but from what he'd seen of her she was just another fangirl. She would need to be broken in, which might take some work, but this titbit of information was the final nail in Ron's coffin and he felt it would be worth the effort. Ginny would be his pet, and he'd be sure to flaunt this fact in front of Ron when she was properly trained. "Well it seems that I did the right thing to cut ties with the absolute ass, especially now that I can go out with hotties like you three. So what would you three like to do today? Anything goes except lunch, as I've booked a private booth for the four us at The Three Broomsticks."
The girls eyes lit up at the free pass he'd foolishly given them and the Crimson Vixens wore identical smirks as they pulled Harry off to Hogsmeade's, for a day of fun.
The day was a pleasant blur for Harry, since he'd never been to Hogsmeade before, well not without him hiding under his cloak and that wasn't partially fun, so the girls were more than happy to drag him into each store and get him to sample the products within. He asked their opinions on what they liked and got them whatever their favourite things were, which seemed to be mostly candy.
Lunch was an interesting affair, in true girl fashion all three girls excused themselves to the restroom at the same time and he was left alone for a little while. Since lunch had already been eaten, he started talking to the Inn owner; Madam Rosmerta. Surprisingly the conversation rapidly turned into flat out flirting and both parties came out of it flushed and wearing smiles. The older women was even having thoughts that would be considered indecent by most, something she thought she'd grown immune to over her long career of serving horny teenage boys making passes at her. Harry reminded her of his father and his friends, they had done the same thing but hadn't gotten as far. But with Harry's new looks and confidence, she wasn't sure if she would say no if he asked her for some private time.
The Vixen's returned a short while later, with Harry still talking to Madam Rosmerta, they were surprised that they felt jealous at this, seeing that they knew he was with Hermione and weren't bothered by it, so they surprised the him by each greeting him with a kiss on the cheek. After a bit more talking they left The Three Broomsticks and spent an hour more in the village exploring the place together, Harry also showed them the Shrieking Shack, telling them the truth about it, before they went back to Hogwarts.
As the four of them were heading back to the Gryffindor Tower, Harry pulled them into the same third floor corridor Fluffy had been in. Smirking Harry said, "Well I did say that if you were good girls, I'd show you something that you wouldn't think was possible. Sadly I haven't got the time, seeing that I've got some homework to finish, however…" With that Harry closed into Katie and, to her shock, kissed her. The kiss was full of passion and desire, as they kissed Harry reached down and grabbed her bum with both hands, lifting her up and groping her heartily, which caused her to wrap her legs around him. When breath came an issue, they broke apart and Harry put the shock girl onto the floor, breathing heavily.
Angelina and Alicia, followed before they knew what was happening. The kiss with Alicia was gentler then Katie, but contained just as much enthusiasm. By the time he moved to Angelina she was visibly exited, leaping onto him and slamming her lips into his eagerly. Their kiss quickly crossed into snogging territory as years of pent up lust and desire made themselves known. By the time the two breathless teens pull apart a thick trail of saliva connected their mouths, the other two watching the scene wide eyed rubbing their thighs together.
Regrettably, Harry had to bid them goodbye and promised to see them later, but as he was about to leave, he turned back and said, "Oh and Angelina, I wouldn't mind taking you first before the other two, if you decide to take it a step further and become a friend with benefits, but I wouldn't be against having a foursome with you three in the slightest if you all wanted to go at the same time." He announced, leaving three shocked witches as he left to do his homework.
It was a few moments later that the three witches all huddled together, more because they all wanted to feel somebody else's touch on them at the moment then to hide what they were saying from anybody else. "I'm going to fuck the green out of his eyes or die trying." Angelina promised breathlessly, still glassy eyed from the snog, and shocked that'd he had somehow heard what she said earlier. "We've experimented together before a few times and I for one enjoyed it, so I'm all for us taking him together."
"I assumed it was an unspoken agreement that a foursome would be an option if we found the right guy that interested all three of us instead of fighting over him." Katie said, internally regretting not snogging Harry as well as she wiped the drool off her dazed friend's chin. She was taken off guard at Harry's bold move, a small part of her couldn't help but be surprised he would kiss her in specific, as she would be lying if she wasn't a little self-conscious about her looks; being such close friends with two gorgeous and exotic girls made her feel a little plain at the best of times. He'd made it clear he wanted all of them though, and she herself was very interested in having another taste of him.
"I was under the same impression. It's agreed then," Alicia said firmly, her voice full of resolve and anticipation in equal measures. Although shocked, she liked what happened and didn't care that Harry was with somebody else. He was more than willing to touch them, and that was all she needed to know. That he seemed truthful when he said Hermione had given him permission was just a bonus. "Next Hogsmeade weekend we'll drag Harry down to the team showers with us, I know I've always had fantasies of shagging there. Any complaints with this plan?" The other two shook their heads in unison, and the motion was carried. "Now let's get back to our room, Ang looks like she orgasmed from that kiss and I think she needs some new panties." She joked, only to blush, her eyes widening as Angelina looked away and bit her lip, too embarrassed to reply.
"This is going to be a long week…" Katie sighed, saying exactly what Alicia was thinking.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Authors Note: Here ends another chapter of this story, I hope you like this and how the story is going so far. Now if you like, (even you didn't) please spare a few more minutes and let me know what you think and any ideas you might have. It's thanks to you all that I can write this story, as without your thoughts or ideas, I wouldn't be able this much.
Omake by CatWriter:
This is something that CatWriter from fanfiction (dot) net lift me in a review, and thought you would like to see it. I've changed a few bits here and there to fit into what happened in this story, but most of the work was done by CatWriter.
Harry had just finished with Maine Coon and was walking wobbly down the hall, when he stopped to rest.
'Bloody hell, I may fall in love with that cat.' Harry thought to himself with a smile. He turned to get a last look at the new object of his affections, only to see it change into professor McGonagall. He nearly fainted and with renewed strength, most likely from shock and terror he ran back to Gryffindor Tower. When got to the Common Room he changed back and sat on sofa in the fetal position, for the next three hours, until Hermione came down because she felt her Alpha's worry and fear, by which time Harry recovered enough to sit upright and stare blankly at the fire.
"Harry, what's the matter has something happened?" She asked, she was unused to seeing her friend and now Alpha sitting with an odd look on his face and staring off into space. Harry didn't respond. "Harry, are you all right?" Hermione asked again, she was starting to worry. Several minutes passed and still Harry said nothing he just stared off into space.
"Alpha, you are starting to scare me, say something, or I'll go get Professor McGonagall." She all but screamed.
"NO!" Harry said loudly, and then blinked.
"Harry what's wrong, what happened, talked to me." She urged.
"Hermione… I just…" He faded off.
"You just what?" She said.
"Hermione, I just… I just…" Harry started to stare into the distance.
"TELL ME, WHAT IS IT?" Hermione said in a near panic.
Harry blinked again, "I just boinked, Professor McGonagall."
"WHAT!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Well, I didn't know it was her. I thought I would burn off some energy and frustration after the meeting with Dumbledore, and figured I do this Maine Coon I'd done before." Harry said as he was then interrupted by Hermione.
"Maine Coon, Harry didn't you remember her form from our first transfiguration class in our first year?" Hermione growled.
"Well, no, I only saw it once, three years ago, do you think most people can remember what a cat look that you only seen once three years ago, I think not." Harry said indignantly. "Anyway, I had just finished with the cat, and was heading back when I turned around for a last look and saw it transform into Professor McGonagall. Oh, Hermione if anyone finds out I'll be expelled and she could be fired."
"Alpha, you getting expelled and her being fired should be the least of your worries. If she thought she was just going for a little play time with real cats then she wasn't using protection, she could be pregnant." Hermione said.
"But Patrick told me that Animagus can't get an animal that they mate with pregnant."
"He's right, they can't, but Professor McGonagall is human and so are you."
"Well, she too old though." Harry protested, a sliver of panic starting to enter his tone.
"A witch is able to get pregnant until she is a hundred or more."
"So I could be having a child with Professor McGonagall?"
"Well, it is a possibility yes, and if she is pregnant, she's probably going to kill you." Hermione said.
Harry's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his brain forced itself to shut down to avoid thinking about all the nasty thinks a Tranfiguration Mistress could do to him, causing him to pass out on the sofa.
"Serves you right, you just had me and Luna, you still wanted more. Greedy." She said with a harrumph before she looked around and smiled, laying her head on his lap. She was quickly lulled to sleep, her sensitive nose filled with his scent.
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