The Lust-charm

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Note: This story takes place just days after Sirius got killed at the end of book five. Upcoming: The summer holidays.

He ran as fast as he could. It simply could not be, not on his watch. Jacob was an Unspeakable, someone who works for the Ministry of Magic. It's not any work either, it's all the secretive work. After the fiasco at the Ministry just days ago, it was Jacob's turn to guard the hallways at night. And today, he was the first one to catch an intruder. Well, hopefully in any case. The anti-apparition wards had worked, but the intruder had found another way in... and probably out, too. He was nowhere to be seen and... *crack*

The noise told Jacob the enemy had disapparated, so he must have either been just outside the boundaries of the wards or the enemy was a very powerful wizard. Who was it?
But now he had more pressing matters on his hands. The chamber of lust had been opened, a chamber that housed lust, to be studied by the unspeakables, a chamber nearly identical to the chamber of love. This was a real problem...

Back in his office, Dumbledore paced nervously.

"Oh Fawkes, I made a terrible mistake today, terrible indeed. Now my plan won't work... I opened the wrong room!"

Fawkes let out a low, sad note and hid his face in his left wing.

Chapter 1

Harry awoke very suddenly, his hand pressed to his forehead. He had had a very disturbing dream which had then turned into... well, what exactly? He really wasn't sure, except that for the first time since Sirius'... A painful stabbing in his heart told him that he still wasn't ready to think about it at this time. Yet it was true: For the first time since... the event, he had not felt completely emotionally drained. Was that a sign that he was getting over it?

He fell back in his bed and let out a sigh. It really was too early to think about all of that. Instead, other thoughts crossed his mind. Foremost among them were his friends, the way they had conducted themselves at the battle in the Ministry.

Ron was his best friend, even if he could be a prat sometimes. He was loyal, a good fighter and he had really grown the last year. Another thing had changed, too: Ever since Harry had snogged with Cho Chang, Ron had become obsessed with getting a girl of his own, so he had trained hard and now had quite the figure. Harry had to admit he was slightly jealous.

Then there was Hermione, possibly the smartest witch of her generation. Harry really found it a great turn-on the way she knew so much and learned new things. What annoyed him a little was that she always wore such long, thick jumpers so after five years of knowing her he still could not judge her figure.

Neville was a BAMF, Harry knew as much. Though he wasn't a skilled fighter yet and certainly lacked quite a bit in both looks and wits, he wasn't afraid of anyone and was as loyal as you could hope for.

Luna was Luna, plain and simple. Beautiful in her own weird way, never the way you expected her and sometimes even odder than you could imagine. And yet, she was Harry's friend and, if he had to admit it, she was even a friend he found... sexy.

But the crown jewel among those friends was Ginny. Plain little Ginny Weasly, he had never paid too much attention to her. Sure, she was around him almost constantly and she was a friend, but he had never really paid attention to her in... that way. Yet at the battle, he had suddenly noticed just how brave and quick-witted and... cute she was. Yes, cute. It certainly was an odd moment to notice it but the way her hair had waved behind her when they ran away from the Death Eaters...

Again Harry let out a sigh. Why did she always cross his mind? It was very annoying, very annoying indeed. However, it kept his mind off of... Ah, there it was again, that familiar *twang* in his heart. Not as strong as before, but he had better keep his mind off Sirius. He was still annoyed that Dumbledore had not tried his best to save Sirius.

All those feelings aside, at the very least Dumbledore had had the decency of picking him up immediately after he had arrived at the Dursleys. Not even a day had gone by and he was already in Number 12 Grimmauld place. He was the master, Kreacher had fled and Dobby and Winky were now heading the place.

Suddenly, he also felt a rumble in his stomach: He was hungry. All that reading before going to bed had had its effect. He checked his watch: 1 a.m. Midnight snack it was.

He slowly got up so as not to wake Ron, put on his slippers and sneaked out the room. It was dark so he had to feel his way. There was the first door, Mr. and Mrs. Weasly's bedroom. Just beyond that was the bathroom and just beyond that the stairs to the lower landing. Slowly, very slowly... He really didn't want to wake Mrs. Black and have the whole house awake.

On the first landing, he noticed something odd: There was still light coming from Fleur's and Bill's room. They had joined them just yesterday and started planning their wedding, something that had upset Molly quite a bit. Harry wanted to sneak past their door and head further downstairs, but he heard noises, too. Someone was moaning... Harry just had to risk a peek through the keyhole.

Fleur was on her bed, wearing only her panties, moaning in what seemed to be pleasure. Bill was sitting beside her, his mouth fastened on her right breast, his hand caressing the outside of her panties. He himself was only wearing boxer shorts, his muscular chest free of any garments. After a few seconds, he moved Fleur's panties to the side and began touching her pussy.

Fleur took Bill's penis out of his boxers and started jerking on it. After again only a few seconds, they both stood up and completely vested themselves of undergarments. Fleur then sank to her knees and took Bill's rock-hard penis in her mouth.

A soft creaking noise behind Harry startled him. He looked around and peered into the darkness for a few seconds. When nothing happened, he once again switched back to peeping through the keyhole. Fleur had lain down on the bed and Bill was between her, his face buried in her crotch. He made slurping noises, so Harry had to assume that he was...

A second noise turned Harry's attention back into the darkness. Better not risk anything, he thought. He stood up and slowly, silently made his way back to his room, all hunger forgotten in the excitement. Back in his room he quickly lay down and fell into a sleep filled with various girls either jerking or sucking on his penis.

Postscript:
"Well," a voice whispered, "it looks like we're in for an interesting summer."

"Yes, it sure promises to be... interesting," a second voice responded.7

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