Harry M Oneshots

by TheCourageousReader

Petunia Dursley is frustrated. No, beyond frustrated. Her sexual life with her husband has never been amazing. But what if around her is somebody who will give her what she wants?

9. Voldemort's Gift Bobbyr44

Chapter 1: Taste of Power

Notes:

This Portion will be a short foreword so people will know what they are getting into with this fic. I really do advise people to actually read this as this fic deals with some very heavy topics that Will Not be for everybody.

Firstly, the basis of this fic works on the premise that the Horcrux inside Harry's mind presents itself in a way that is almost like a parasite in his mind. Harry's soul and the portion of Voldemort's soul he left inside Harry fight for control of the host body. This expresses itself much like schizophrenia or schizoaffective disorder would in a 'muggle'. Harry will be effected with things like visions, hallucinations, irrational thoughts, paranoia, as well as drastic and sometimes violent mood swings. I am in no way saying that people suffering with Mental Health disorders are violent, but someone with literally the most evil wizard of all time sharing their mind would be. I will also be working on the basis that we all know the canon Harry Potter story, so some things will be somewhat glanced over in favor of keeping the story moving towards the smut scences.

Secondly, this fic will be Very Dark. Please read all the tags and make sure you're comfortable with everything that it says, as I try to be very thorough with them so nobody gets shocked. If you see any I am missing I would appreciate it if you let me know. Also if a tag is there, do not take it lightly. For example Rape/Non-Con is one of the main tags on there, please do not come complaining to me because one character rapes another, tags are there for a reason, and I don't condone anything I write.

Lastly, the main pairing in this fic will be Harry/Hermione, but will work its way into harem with Harry always alpha, and some more unique parings along the way. Even I don't really know what the future will hold for this fic at this point, as most of my writing is flow of consciousness but you can expect a plethora of kinks. The only kinks I can think of that I can say with like 90% certainty will not be explored is, heavy scat, lactation, anything solely m/m, vore, inflation…..but no promises. Also this being an obviously AU fic the timing of some things will be different such as the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and Luna already being friendly with the 'main characters'.

For the time being please keep any criticism to yourself, suggestions and questions are welcomed, but I am really not putting this work out there so I can be criticized by everyone that reads it. I am judgment free and will hopefully respond to everyone. I hope you all enjoy, and continue to do so as this story continues to evolve.

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Chapter Text

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In the late hours of a warm summers night in Surrey, a sole occupant of number 4 Privet Drive, lay sleepless atop the shabby duvet of his lumpy hand-me-down bed. The creaky, ever compressed springs in the center evidence of its former owner, did little to help the young man's already ongoing battle with insomnia. His weary body lay quiescent, while his mind mixed into a medley of disorder. He wished for nothing more than to be normal, If only for a short moment. Harry Potter was however, not normal. He was in fact the furthest thing from normal one could feasibly be. A perfect example of an anomaly.

It started when he was just an infant, swaddled in warm bassinet, gently swinging. A Dark Lord determined to kill would unknowingly deposit something in his tender mind. A piece of his own soul, his own evil, would latch on to the young Harry like a parasite, and as the messy haired boy began to grow, so did the thing still rooted on to his very soul. It was this thing, this covert stain, that went years unnoticed and dormant that had been the cause of his recent lack of sleep.

The evil attached to Harry had begun to wake from its own long slumber. Slowly over the past few weeks it had begun to seep into his psyche, forcing his mind into truly dark places. Violent visions, ideas, and even unnatural desires some may call fantasies would find themselves clawing at his innermost self. Urges to control people by force, or even hurt those around him had begun to make Harry feel as if by some sick twist of fate, he was destined, or perhaps doomed to be somehow similar to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Perhaps what made young Harry most uncomfortable was the fact that these dark flashes as he had taken to referring to them as, usually resulted in the common teen male problem of an embarrassingly hard to hide erection. As Harry lay there, completely unaware of what was currently stirring in the recesses of his mind, he closed his eyes slowly in an uneasy attempt for sleep. Like a switch being flicked by an unperceived being, Harry was immediately assaulted by another one of these unwanted visions.

Harry was standing in the center of a poorly lit, unkempt stone room that looked like it belonged in some tucked away unwanted part of Hogwarts. He was holding an outstretched arm perfectly unwavering as he pointed his wand directly at the backside of a naked female. The young woman was bent forward over a solid wooden desk, with her face out of view. It was evident in the haphazard way they hung around her calves that her white panties had been yanked downwards, forcibly exposing her rounded ass. Harry took note of one thing as he studied her body, just above her right buttocks was a series of fresh cuts dug into the skin. The cuts, though more than just superficial, were not bleeding. They instantly struck him as being done by magic, due to the fact that they seemingly burned red, like they were being branded from the inside. More of note than just the cuts themselves were how they were positioned, as they clearly spelled out a single word in all capitals, MINE. Reading this, Harry realized that it was his outstretched wand that had just carved into this poor brown-haired girls exposed ass. He heard the girl whimper in pain.

Immediately Harry re-opened his eyes to rid himself of the disturbing vision. His heart was racing as he found himself laying there in bed with an outstretched arm, wand in hand, mirroring what he saw when he closed his eyes. Harry knew the things he saw in these dark flashes where not real or tangible, but they made him uneasy all the same. He wanted nothing more than to comfort the poor girl as the vision felt so concrete. He could still smell the dingy stone walls, still hear her ragged breaths.

Harry sat up, letting his legs hang off the side of his bed. Taking his wand in both hands he began to rotate it in his fingers, studying it. Surely the wand he was looking at would never cast magic so foul as to mark one like property.

Still spinning the wand idlely, Harry's mind wandered to the recent train ride back to Platform 9 ¾ from Hogwarts. Ron had fallen asleep, leaving Hermione and himself mostly alone. As Harry looked languidly out the window at the passing hills, Hermione had asked him if he had been getting enough sleep. Like usual she could read him like a book, so he admittedly said no. Though he went no further in telling her why, she offered him all sorts of techniques and tricks on how to relax and fall asleep easier, like she was reading them straight out of a self help book.

Harry had tried some of her suggestions before, but with the disturbing visions becoming more and more common every time he would make an attempt at resting, he decided that it was worth another shot. Anything was worth a shot at this point if it would get him sleep.

Setting his glasses and wand on his nightstand, Harry scooted himself backwards on his bed so his back was pressed against the wall comfortably. Trying to clear his mind completely, he exhaled all the air he could find in his lungs. Only once he could no longer continue to exhale, did he take a smooth deep inhale, refiling his lungs with oxygen, and closed his eyes. He focused only on the breathing, counting backwards from ten as he tried to block out all external stimuli. The gentle rattle of wind on the windows, a hum of a TV left on by Dudley hours ago, an ever so slightly earthy odor of left open owl food, the feeling of his chest rising and falling, and then nothing. Harry's eyes shot open expecting to be standing back behind the poor girl with the marked ass, yet all he saw was a white formless mist. Turning to look in all directions he could see nothing more than the velvety whiteness around him, yet somehow, shapes and forms began to become visible in it, like the more he looked the more his brain was able to recognize. It was only when he got the vaguest idea that he was in some sort of train station did something break the quiet of the white emptiness. A whimper sounded out from just behind him.

Spinning quickly around, he could see something strange on the floor. Whatever it was, was curled tightly on the ground under a pure white bench. Harry wished to himself he could get a better look at the odd thing. Then suddenly as the creature whimpered out again in what seemed to be pain, Harry could immediately see it clearer, as if his wish was granted. He was less then ten feet away now, as the fleshy looking thing rolled to its other side, now facing directly at him. It was an odd naked amalgamation of a small horrible looking child. Harry looking at its face thought for a moment he recognized it, like a face that had been in his mind since birth but he had never known until this very moment. Still trying to figure out what the creature was, it suddenly opened its eyes, staring directly at Harry. He knew it could see him, as it opened its mouth in a tortured attempt at speech. All that came out was another feeble whimper.

Harry stepped forward, he could tell the poor thing was in pain. The creature reacted by stretching a withered grotesque hand towards Harry. Without a thought Harry responded by reaching back as if to help the miserable being. The moment the two hands met Harry felt what could only be described as a surge of magic unlike anything anyone had ever experienced burst through him. It was the single most intense feeling Harry would ever feel. Every inch of his body was in simultaneous agony and bliss, an orgasmic crucio. He could feel his soul being severed inch by inch, messily yanked apart only for portions to be replaced by this creature. Whatever it was it felt cold, the kind of coldness that come from a lifetime of never knowing love, or happiness, or even friendship. As these two souls melded inside of Harry, his own and the copy Voldemort fortuitously deposited, Harry could feel the Dark Lord's foreign forbidden magic mixing with his own…becoming his own. In that instant Harry Potter understood everything. He understood his connection to the Dark Lord, and he understood magic on a primal level the pain, the pleasure, the emotion it was all apart of it. Harry silently cried out once more as the magic enveloped him, shooting through every inch of his body.

Then just as quickly as it had began it was over. Harry sat upright on the same old bed in the spare room of privet drive, staring at the wall across from him, panting as small beads of sweat formed at his hairline. As the raven-haired boy began to collect his senses he realized his dick was tenting the inside of his pants. Not only that but it seemed as if his recent experience had caused him to finish, multiple times from the feel of the mess. Being a 14 year old boy this bothered him very little. He was far more concerned with the new gift he had found inside his own psyche. Things we different now, clear, concise, as if he could feel himself operating on a higher level. That and he was sleepy, actually tired for the first time in a long time. Noting this Harry cast a quick scourgeify on his slowly un-swelling crotch and closed his eyes for sleep.

It was only in the moments just between awake and elsewhere that Harry realized he had just nonchalantly cast his first non-verbal spell and as a minor not in school. Interesting he thought, could the ministry detect non-verbal infractions of the minor magic rules? The answer seemed not to matter that much to Harry in the moment as his eyes were figuratively opened, and literally closing for sleep.

It was only in the moments just between awake and elsewhere that Harry realized he had just nonchalantly cast his first non-verbal spell and as a minor not in school. Interesting he thought, could the ministry detect non-verbal infractions of the minor magic rules? The answer seemed not to matter that much to Harry in the moment as his eyes were figuratively opened, and literally closing for sleep.

The following days of school break were quite interesting for young Harry, and he noted plenty of changes in himself. The first major change was his physique. Though Harry had sat through a gruelingly awkward puberty talk with Madame Pomfrey, he was sure there was something more to what was currently happening to him. If Harry had to take a guess he would say the new powerful magic flowing through him was actually shaping his body to what appeared to be his own personal idealized form. Though no-one could have realistically called the 14 year old seeker prodigy a chump, lately his body simply looked and felt better. His muscles a bit more springy, a bit more solid, a bit more defined. Not just his muscles but he had grown in height as well, and not just toe to forehead which was almost matching that of his oaf of a cousin. There was no way else to say it, Harry was becoming quite the hung young man and he knew it. Since the 'event' as he'd been calling it Harry could tell his masculine parts had been growing quickly. He had begun the habit of measuring himself up to his wand at night like most young wizards and muggles alike. Though Harry currently saw himself as a decent size, guessing to be about seven and a half inches and extremely thick, this was at least an inch improvement from only a couple months ago and he knew he was only continuing to grow.

The second overall change Harry noted was the feeling of power Harry felt regularly. It was almost as if he could feel the magic oozing out of himself. Even the Durseleys seemed to be affected by this. Vernon once even found himself in a stuttering fit as he tried to yell at Harry one night until he just sort of shuffled off mumbling something about the 'Loony Bin'. Harry began to truly understand the potential of his new found gift, as he had began calling it, with the effect he seemed to have started taking on Petunia. Though she never really shown had the out right meanness Vernon consistently did. Lately she seemed to be, for lack of a better word shy around Harry. One afternoon as Harry finished up the last of the Dursley's daily dishes he heard Petunia step into the kitchen. As harry gave a quick look back he could see she was carrying a glass fished from the haystack that was Dudley's room. As their eyes met Petunia froze in place for half a second, just enough for Harry to notice. Her eyes immediately averted Harry's gaze, and either she had a new make-up regiment or her cheeks were filled with a slight excess of blood in that moment. As Petunia stepped toward the sink to deposit the glass Harry noted from his peripheral that Petunia's eyes were no longer averted, in fact they were looking at Harry and anywhere but his face, lingering for moments in not so subtle locations.

Petunia's voice nearly wavered as she spoke, "Make sure you get all the way inside this one, Duddies seems to have let something dry up in there."

"Yes Petunia, is there anything else you'd like from me?" Harry replied without so much as as glancing her way.

In the brief silence before she responded, Harry made a discovery with his newfound power. As he stood there, hands idly scrubbing a plate, Harry could feel his magic seeping out of him, slowing permeating. Mentally, the same way he would focus a spell, he let this presence wash over Petunia, and the result was curious as he noted her her unfaltering sneer drop momentarily. Her knees grew ever closer and her free hand shot out to grasp the counter. Harry did not know how he knew this but at that moment something in the back of his mind yelled, "The bitch is wet". This realization gave Harry a shudder, not simply because he was a 14 year old exponentially maturing male, but the thought of the power he must now possess to do something like that to someone otherwise so cold was extremely enticing to him. In this moment of inner reflection Harry noticed he had taken his right hand from the sink and was currently grasping the wand in his pocket. Small shiver sprang from the tip of his finger to the back of his skull.

Without further acknowledgment of Harry's presence, Petunia hurried out of the kitchen. Harry silently gagged to himself as the picture of Petunia and Vernon hot, sweaty, and naked flashed into his mind. Luckily the last of the dishes took his mind elsewhere.

Later that night Harry found himself once again in bed with a restless mind. For some reason he could not get the thought of what happened in the kitchen out of his mind. The thought of his genuinely awful aunt becoming wet and excited because of him, was tantalizing to his hormone addled mind. Surely he could not find her attractive right? He was not some old lady fetishist. He had never jerked off to thoughts of Petunia before, usually thoughts of Cho, Ginny, the entirety of the Holyhead Harpies, that younger muggle neighbor girl that Dudley liked to pick on, the very attractive weather lady Vernon liked to watch, all the ladies from the swimsuit magazine he had hidden under his dresser shelf, and just about every other young witch from Ravenclaw to Slytherin. Then Harry had a realization, it had nothing to do with Petunia and all to do with himself. The power is what did it for Harry. It's what he always really craved, the power to defeat Voldemort, the power to keep his friends safe, the power to see his family, and apparently this included the power to influence. What about the power to rule?, to dominate? Harry's imagination took him far that night edging until his fantasy eventually turned to him on top of Cho, bottomed out into her slick pussy. His strong hands aggressively tightening around her neck as her pussy tightened around him and she grasped at his hands in search of oxygen. Harry's orgasm was powerful that night and as he came he could feel his magic, his power burst out of him as well. What he could not feel or could not know was at that same time down the hallway Petunia awoke at the very moment with ragged breathes and wet fingers. What she could remember from her dream was two powerful hands gripped around her throat pinning her to the bed. The sounds of wet flesh on flesh filling her ears, a fullness she had never felt before, and lastly her sisters eyes, Harry's eyes, staring into hers as she lost control of her extremities from the most intense orgasm she ever had.

As the break neared its end Harry continue to test the range of his new magic by testing Petunia's limits. One night just days before his return to Hogwarts Harry decided to see exactly how far he could go. This night the Dursleys were settled around the television like usual, watching some muggle reporter go on about a cheating scandal in the latest local rugby game. Vernon took the sofa per usual as Petunia, Dudley, and Harry took the couch, Petunia in the middle. As they sat there Vernon pointed things out to a Dudley face down in some new muggle gadget. This is when Harry started to let go of his magic, slowly at first, just enough to tickle Petunia's senses. Never looking at Harry, but now also not looking at the screen Petunia began to play with the hem of her summer dress, flattening invisible wrinkles in her lap. Harry pushed a little more. Petunia's knees met and began to grind together. Harry pushed a bit more. A small squeaky inhale slipped out of Petunia. Harry pushed again, focusing his magical energy straight to Petunia's core. A sharp "oh" delighted his ears as Petunia stood up and quickly left the room. Without enough care to turn his head Vernon said "Yes yes goodnight dear".

Harry quickly slipped out of the room without a noise, stopping only to notice the almost imperceptibly small wet spot where Petunia sat not 2 seconds ago. Harry followed her up the stairway, his mind was racing and cock throbbing from his little test and he knew he had to do something about it. For weeks Petunia had been walking around him in an almost constant state of want and he made up his mind right there in the moment what he was going to do. He heard the bathroom door close as he reached the final step. Without hesitation he cast a quick wordless alohomora and opened the door quietly. Inside he found Petunia her back towards him, bent over the sink one hand on the counter and one hand furiously plunging into herself. She had not heard him enter and Harry used this moment to silently cast a quick Confundus charm with a very specific message, "if you want it, all you have to do is beg, nobody will know". With his suggestion in place Harry did another thing the old him would have been mortified to do. He unbuttoned his trousers, letting them slide to the floor, letting his rock hard member spring forward. With wand in one hand he used the other to close the door with enough purpose to rouse Petunia from her lustful daze.

Petunia turned around and almost with one motion was on her knees, hand grabbing Harry's upper thighs. "P-p-please Harry, please I need this, please just let me. Please."

Somewhere, in the brief moment as he relished the sight of Petunia on her knees ready to serve him, the old, true Harry came through, and he felt fear. Fear that what he was doing was immoral, and wrong. A fear that this was not him, it was this thing that had awakened in him, that had been tormenting his sleepless nights, yet had now given him the power to be in this situation. Most of all it was a fear that he would not be able to stop himself, that he would need more, and he was willing to take it, in fact he wanted to take it. Petunia was only the start, he would use whomever for his own pleasure as he saw fit, because he had the power to take it.

"You're a whore Petunia, aren't you?" Harry asked her coldly. She shook her head much to girly for her usual self. "Then suck it whore," Harry barked at her, an aggression in his voice he had never heard before. Immediately his aunt had his cock in her mouth. Harry was instantly in bliss. He could not tell if his aunt was extremely good at this or if it was always such a feeling of elation, either way the old whore seemed to be enthusiastic. Between the influence of Harry's aura and the gentle push of his Confundus Petunia had no thoughts of her husband and child just downstairs. Her one thought was Harry and what she could do to please him. She tried her hardest to take her nephews cock into her throat. Though she could easily take all of her husbands 4" member, she was gagging herself on Harry's cock.

Meanwhile Harry hand leaned back against the door and closed his eyes savoring his first blow job. As he listened to the slurps, ahhhs, and gags coming from his aunt, he wished it was one of the many tight pieces of wizard ass from Hogwarts, though couldn't deny her hot wet tongue dancing around his cock was the best thing he had ever felt. As Harry began to feel his climax approach he decided Petunia could do better so he grabbed the back of her head for encouragement and shoved into her. Harry decided it was a good time to do another test so he used all his focus not taken by his cock to attempt to push more of his magic into Petunia. This time he concentrated on her pleasure solely.

Petunia was dutifully slobbering on her nephews shapely cock when suddenly a wave came over her more powerful than anything she had ever felt. It was like 100 simultaneous orgasms all held just on the brink of release. It was torture beyond belief, mind meltingly blissful, and it brought her to tears. Taking the cock out of her mouth, tears in her eyes she cried, " oh God, oh God please, oh"

Harry knew what she needed. "Play with your self... now whore!" Harry yelled. With no hesitation Petunia's right hand dove back under her panties and Harry let his magic go. Petunia was racked with orgasmic elation beyond close to anything she'd felt in her lifetime. She could feel the magic running through her, something she had fantasized since her sister got her letter while herself, the stupid little muggle whore got nothing. It was to much the energy electrifying her cunt, orgasm after orgasm ran through her, with the taste of magic she'd always desired.

As Harry watched his aunt becoming a wet mess below him, he continued to fuck her moaning face. Harry went for his final few pumps as he grew to climax as he shoved himself further than she had been able to take him before. Flattening his balls against her now struggling chin. This caused Petunia to gag stronger that she had already, arching her back yet not daring to pull away from his dick. Harry drove his dick deeper in his aunts throat as she heaved. He could feel her mouth and throat filling with globs of hot saliva as it began to ooze down her chin. He continued to push further and harder as he finished in her throat pumping his seed directly into her stomach. Pulling out of her throat, watching his mess drip from the two of them and puddle on the floor.

Petunia hungerly swallowed the leftovers of Harry. It was strange, as if she could taste the power in his cum, it fueled her orgasms further. As she scooped more of the powerful wizards cum from her chin into her mouth she saw it began to form a small puddle on the floor. Like a starved animal she dove into it, lapping it from the floor. Her one deepest fantasy, the taste of magic she was denied at birth. She lost all sense of reality as she succumbed to orgasm after orgasm. Petunia never even realized harry left the door open as he left her there a passed out, wet quivering mess on the bathroom floor.

Harry went to bed that night with a smile on his face, wondering whether it would be Vernon or Dudley who found Petunia laying on the bathroom floor, with their illicit evidence ingested. He knew without a doubt Petunia would never admit to what she had done, and he trusted the other two would believe what ever fainting spell story she gave them. For just a moment as Harry lay there with his own thoughts dissolving into dreams something deep, buried away in the most inaccessible recesses of his own mind a voice shouted out "You monster, stop this before its to late!". The smile did not waver on Harry's own face as he knew this was simply the old Harry, the weak, un-needed Harry. The new Harry Potter was here, the one who unlocked the gift Voldemort left inside him and things were all the better for it.

Chapter 2: Ebb of Influence

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The following few days before the Weasley's arrival were much less eventful for Harry. Petunia was staying out of the house a lot which gave him quite a bit of time to his thoughts. He knew this thing inside of him was given to him by the one man who hated him more than anything. He knew he unlocked it in a sense and was getting better at figuring out how to use it for his own gain.. The more he thought about it the funnier it was to Harry. This gift, his now most powerful aspect was given to him to by his would be murdered. Though Harry noted there was a possibility this thing was actually part of his mother or father but some how that seemed unlikely. The power he felt rippling through him was immense yet somehow it felt cold, calculated, it made him feel the same. He figured it must of been the way Lord Voldemort had always felt.

This was not the time for thoughts like this however as today was the day the Weasley's came to pick Harry up for the Quidditch world cup. The Durseleys would not be there however as Petunia had begged Vernon to take the family out as she claimed she did not want to meet those 'Insane people'. Harry knew the truth. The moment that his aunt regained her senses that night in the bathroom, and Harry's influence over her was released she felt regret and shame in her actions. Shame not only with the her own wanton depravity, but the simple fact that she wanted more and if given the opportunity she would do it again. What ever sick twisted magic Harry performed on her that night somehow seemed to linger long after the orgasms subsided, causing her much trouble behaving normally whenever her nephew was near, therefore she thought it best to be out of the house when he would be picked up by another group of odd wizards.

Harry had been completely packed and ready for nearly forty minutes at this point as he sat diligently by the fireplace. Not only did he long to see his friends and fellow students again after the short yearly break, young Harry was practically tingling from excitement brought on by the wondrous new possibilities his latest powers allowed him. Just how much would his unique influence and seemingly overnight mastery of all things magical, be able to satiate this new craving for forbidden enjoyment? Harry had always seen Hogwarts as a home, and essentially it still was to him, but to the new part that had taken over his mind it was now a veritable smorgasbord of possibility only matched by the day he first walked into those halls, yet to even cast a real spell, eyes wide with wonder and heart fluttering with anticipation.

When the red headed bunch began walking out of the fireplace single file Harry stood there with, Hedwig, his trunk, his cloak, his map, and his firebolt already in hand. It was everything he cared about in this world sans his friends.

"Harry! Howv'e you been mate?" Ron said as he went in for a one arm hug.

"Glad to see you lot, I'm ready to get out of here" Harry responded, unable to return the gesture with his arms full of his worldly possessions.

"Blimey mate, been working out av'e you?" Ron sad as he ended their short embrace.

Before Harry had the chance to respond, Arthur stepped out of the fire and said, "Ah Harry my boy!" Arthur smiled as he put his hand on Harry's shoulder "Hows the muggle life been treating you?"

Harry responded with an awkward smile and a short shrug of the shoulders. He found this first interaction with the magical world in some time to be welcomed, but somehow he felt odd, out of place in a sense. It was like he was fighting an internal battle to be the Harry Potter they all expected him to be. Even with all the newfound bravado he had conquered Petunia with, he felt nervous and out of place, as if the fellow wizards could see into his new true self.

"And wheres your muggle family gone to?"Arthur continued, obviously unaware of any discomfort in the young wizard.

"Oh yea they had something come up... muggle stuff, you know" Harry shrugged again.

"Well that's that then I suppose. Harry you'll sleep at the Burrow tonight then tomorrow its off to the World Cup nice in early." Arthur said in an exciteful voice. And with that Ron, Arthur, The Twins and Harry stepped back into to the fireplace each disappearing in puffs of emerald green flame.

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In the outskirts of England nestled somewhere in the breezy countryside, The Burrow stood bathed in an atypical calmness it had not seen in many days. Four of its usual rowdy residents were out leaving its current count at three lovely witches, three owls, one cat, a pen full of pigs, a family of busy garden gnomes, and one ghoul, all of witch were grateful for the temporary peacefulness. The youngest two witches were nestled away in a bedroom on the first floor landing. Ginny and Hermione both practically hummed with excitement. Hermione had talked Ginny into quizzing her from Magical Mishaps, a 6th year book containing some very gruesome descriptions of spells gone wrong. In between various quiz questions Ginny would slip in her own questions about Harry.

"What was the spell that rebounded and caused Peony Rosewood to literally die of laughter in 1884" Ginny asked dryly.

"Oooh ummm,...Ridickulous?" Hermione answered as a question even though she was sure of the answer.

Ginny pushed a lock a strikingly red hair from her face as she switched to the next card quiz card Hermione had written for herself. "Do you think Harry will notice how much we've grown over the summer?" Ginny asked teasingly. She gave a quick look down at her own barely noticeable breasts that looked even more non-existent at the moment as she lay chest down on her bed, head propped on one hand, knees bent so her bare soles pointed towards the ceiling.

"Oh come on girl you know 'little Harry' will be excited to see you." Both girls giggled as Ginny's freckles were shadowed by her reddening skin. "And you know nobody seems to know I have any, no matter how much they keep growing." Hermione feint an expression of exhaustion as she grabbed at her own chest which was at least two good handfuls.

"Well hopefully my prat brother takes notice soon, one of us needs to be getting attention at least." Ginny with a smile as she lazily tossed the quiz cards on her bed beside her.

"Oh come on you hussy, I think I hear the floo" Hermione retorted.

As soon as Harry made it through the floo he saw Ginny, Hermione, and Molly waiting with bright smiles. All three of the ladies took immediate notice of the new Harry. No longer the scraggly young boy, he was most definitely a young man. From the thickness of his forearms and chest to the extra 2 or 3 inches of height. They also noted something else harder to pin down. It wasn't as if Harry had been anything but a good looking kid, but now his face seemed to be more angular, more masculine and there was something else. Some sort of pull they felt, buried deep down somewhere was a need. For what, all but Ginny would never dare to admit out loud.

Hermione was the closest to the fire place and therefore first in Harry's round of hugs. Harry caught a mouthful of brown fluffy curls as she brought him in tight. "Oh it's so good to see you Harry, we all missed you." Said Hermione. As she pressed against him Harry got the feeling of warmth, safety, and true happiness radiating off of Hermione as if he could read her emotions like a book. It felt so good to Harry that the rest of the Burrow seemed to just melt away. In fact it was so comforting that Harry forgot all about his new gift. Letting his control go for one moment he felt the power ooze out of himself once more, yet this time it was not intentional. Scared and confused Harry quickly jerked out of Hermione's embrace, leaving her standing there wide eyed and slightly slack jawed from Harry's sudden reaction. At least Harry hoped that was the reason and not because she had felt a taste of his influential aura. He would rather no-one know, but the risk of jeopardizing his friendships was even greater. Harry knew if any of his friends, better yet if any student at Hogwarts could get a read on him, it would be Hermione. He took a small swallow and moved on to the next of his greeting. Both Molly and Ginny gave him, friendly hugs as well. Both also lingering a bit longer and hugging a little tighter than he last remembered. During these hugs Harry made a new discovery about himself, and his new abilities. He was somehow able to smell a person in a whole new way, as if his nose had been opened for the first time. Not only was he able to smell the small nuances like their body-wash, and even what they had to eat today, it was as if he could smell their emotion. Harry had heard the phrase animals can smell your fear, and he was sure in that moment, that with practice he could to. He wondered to himself if that was something he inherited from Voldemort's bond to snakes.

As Harry mulled this over in his head, Molly Weasley looked him over and said, "Oh Harry I'm just so glad those Muggles finally decided to start feeding you right. You know I'm always telling Arthur that I think they starve you over there, don't I Arthur."

"Yes yes dear, always saying you think he needs to put some meat one those bones. But look at you now boy, you're growing up as fast as Fred and George did." Arthur replied. The conversation continued similarly for a while there in the Burrow's living room, half the time about the next day's Quidditch game, and half about Harry, his growth spurt, and what he did over break.

Later that day once the excitement of his arrival had passed Harry and Ron headed up to Ron's room to discuss the upcoming world cup game. A topic that would quickly deteriorate into a heated discussion on which of the many female Quidditch stars would be the best in bed, or in short, boy stuff.

Down one floor and across the hall Hermione and Ginny were deep into a conversation of there own. "Oh Merlin, did you feel his arms?" Ginny squealed, "its like he did nothing but work out all summer! And his eyes were they green-er? I swear they were. Ahhhhh Mione I can't handle it he's to much!"

"Whoa there, Down girl." Hermione laughed. "I don't know what it was, but something was definitely different" she smiled. Behind the veil of her smile hid a sinking feeling of worry. She was sure she felt something when she Hugged him, something that scared her. Somewhere even deeper inside herself, the part of her subconscious she uses to store no good things that don't need to be dealt with, lay a hint of something that excited her in that single hug, maybe that's the very thing that scared her. The wanting.

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The next days festivities went by like a blur. Between the cheering fans, being with his surrogate family, and more butterbeer than he'd ever had, Harry was able to forget about the rest of the craziness in his life. For once he felt like just a normal wizard, a normal kid even. Nobody could know at the time but it was the last time Harry Potter ever felt that way.

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Harry felt as though he had barely lain down to sleep when he was shaken awake. Though the tent was quiet Harry knew for certain danger was close. His new primalistic animal like instincts could smell it in the air. Quickly Harry grabbed his wand, his blankets flew off of him as if yanked by an invisible hand. As Harry went for his robes he heard a titanic crack echo through the sleepy campground. Springing into action immediately he exited his tent room, yelled through the rest of the tent for Arthur to wake up, and proceeded into the night through the canvas opening.

Once outside Harry noted the cold nip to the night breeze, and he quickly shoved it into the cabinet labeled, 'Things to worry about later'. As if on instinct alone Harry set off in a determined pace towards the commotion. Harry knew there was no physical reason for him to know exactly where the ruckus was coming from, but he did. He knew exactly where it was coming from and he knew it was danger... no, no it was excitement he corrected himself. The corners of his mouth shot up in a short smile.

Harry was upon the scene quickly. Seven full grown wizards, garbed in full hooded robes with masked faces laughed and cackled as they trounced through the campsites. One sent tent poles flying with a swish of his wand while the others pointed theirs upwards. Above the small crowd was 2 adults, and a girl just a bit younger than Harry. The three, muggles as Harry concluded, were in various stages of disrobement, while being contorted and stretched in all manner of obscene angle, for the wizards entertainment. The older female, looked as though she was held up by an invisible rope tied only around her ankle. Her other leg bent awkwardly at the hip and knee, the free foot almost touching her butt. The lady's breasts hung unnaturally upside-down, occasionally being violently jerked invisibly by the nipple one way or the other, whatever her captors found funnier that second. The older male was bent forward in half as if being pressed down upon with great force. His captors had managed to get his own cock into his mouth. Something the muggle had tried about 30 years ago to no success then. The young girl was bent similarly forward. Her small elbows nearly pinned together behind her back, head nearly pinned to her knees. As the wizards spun her around they yanked what remained of her torn panties from her ass. With more quick movements from their wands the captures took turns throwing small items with great force at her ass. Seemingly whoever caused with the loudest smack was the winner. The whole scene look reminiscent of something harry would conjure up in his own mind during one of his dark flashes. Both the scene and the chance to test his magic excited him in a twisted way.

Harry attacked. In succinct harmony with the gift inside him, he was like an artistic weapon of magic. His wand strokes painted a brilliant canvas, in perfect balance with the two sets of joined power flowing through him, his own and Voldemort's. Two of the masked wizards were suddenly and violently ripped from where they stood, weeds plucked by an unseen gardener. The three muggles were dropped from there invisible bonds as the remaining five wizards turned, wands at the ready. The muggles exposed bodies ever so gently hit the mud as Harry caught them all with a cushioning charm. Following their safety Harry immediately went back on the attack, not thinking twice that it was 5 fully grown wizards that now stood before him and were slowly realizing his presence. An underhanded and non-verbal bombarda hit the first one in the shoulder, causing him to fly backwards into a tent. Three spells of green and purple hurled back at Harry, though he had been moving out the way as soon as the wizards twitched their wrists. Turning out from behind another tent Harry shot a stupefy into the group. A well built wizard stepped forward as he blocked the spell, stumbling back as if not expecting the force. Harry noted silvery white hair under the hood. As Harry ducked behind a nearby tent he threw two powerful Flipendo spells in quick succession, aimed at their knees, resulting in a loud snap followed by a scream from the one wizard not fast enough to block it. Harry's smile grew wider, as he gained more determination fueld by the sounds of pain.

As Harry stepped back out from behind the tent he realized his mistake, a spell was already headed straight for him. Knowing with certainty he could not get his shield charm up in time Harry focused inwards on his gift. Projecting his magic forwards he tried to create a defensive barrier with it. The stunner exploded around him sending a shower of red sparking magic around his body. Harry exhaled a quick sigh of relief as he felt no pain or effect. He wasn't sure that was going to work. Another Bombarda from Harry sent one more of the wizards flying over the many tents. The remaining 3 non injured wizard made the snappy decision that the fun had ended for the night. Bursting into a swirling cloud of smoke they apparated into the night, stopping only to grab their injured comrades.

Harry's mind turned towards the abused muggle family, running forward to see them. As he approached he could see all three unresponsive, naked, face down in the mud. Harry knew the parents were dead their contorted bodies un-moving. He sensed a hint of life in the young girl however. She lay there in a half fetal position brown hair matted with mud to her forehead and cheek. Her her bare ass was already starting to take shades of purple as he could see small trickles of blood start to roll down into her crack. Shoving his wand into his pocket Harry dropped down behind the girl. Grabbing her under the arms and legs he scooped her limp body into his own arms. Holding the little girl gently he stood up and began walking her over towards a large table set up near one of the tents. He cast an unseen accio, causing multiple blankets and pillows to come flying from a few tents, laying themselves down in a perfect makeshift bed. As Harry pulled the covers gently over the naked girl he started to realize the crowd of awestruck and still frightened wizards that began forming around him. Looking through the crowd he eyed Arthur, and the rest of the Weasley pack all dressed haphazardly with whatever they could throw on quickly, all with wands in hand seemingly ready to come to his un-needed aid.

It was when Harry saw both Hermione, and Ginny standing there with looks of fearful admiration, that Harry began to take notice of his own stark nakedness. Dressed only in his night-time sweatpants, as he forgot to put on a shirt as he dashed out the door. Harry noted
the redness on the females faces, only then realizing the bulge growing in his pants fueled simply by his own display of pure power. Though he was not fully erect, his lack of underwear and the sheerness of his sweatpants left little to the imagination of any wandering eyes. Deciding quickly that he was not the least bit ashamed or worried about it at the moment he began walking towards the group. Ginny was first to lose the battle of adverting her eyes as Harry walked their way. His now nearly eight inch cock shifted tantalizingly from side to side as he strode purposefully their way. Multiple other witches young and old, including Hermione, tied for a close second behind Ginny as the boy who lived moved heroically through the campground.

During this brief walk Harry quickly began to feel more and more aware of his own situation. It was like the piece of Voldemort inside of him was satiated by his domination of the other wizards, allowing for the old Harry to be brought closer to the surface. Suddenly the whole situation seemed like he had just woken from a bad dream. Two muggles lay dead just a short ways behind him, and he was the one who rescued their daughter from the same fate by somehow not being blasted to bits by no less then seven adult wizards. As he reached the Weasley's he was at a sudden loss for any meaningful words.

Hermione was the first to break the silence, "What in the blazes were you thinking! I,I,I...I am just so glad you're okay Harry, I saw you casting spells and other wizards and I,I,I…" she cut herself off as she threw herself into a tight embrace around Harrry. Ron and Ginny were wide eyed with the same nervous energy as The Twins, and Arthur kept glancing around, as if expecting more assailants to come springing out of a nearby tent.

"Come on then" Arthur began, "You all best head on home, and quickly. Harry I'm sure the ministry will have an endless supply of questions for you, but for now get back to the Burrow and get some rest, I will do my best to answer their questions and hopefully you can get to Hogwarts tomorrow before they can bombard you with nonsense. No go on all of you, I will pack the tent… oh and Harry, put a shirt on, its freezing out here." The group hustled off without need for another word. Both Ginny and Hermione silently volunteering to keep Harry warm as they sandwiched him between them as they walked.

Chapter 3: A Friendly Face

Summary:

Forewarning this one gets dark quick. Take it as a sign of things to come, so if it offends you, don't expect it to get any more tame.

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Harry lazily twirled his wand in playful circles. Above him silently floated the young brown haired muggle girl he saved at the world cup. She was completely nude except a pair of torn and mud-stained cotton panties with little red hearts. Harry added a small jerking motion to the soft circles of his wand tip. The cute panties were pulled violently to one side. The white hems bit into her skin as the soft elastic was stretched to its limit, eventually ripping off her completely. Swollen red markings began to form at her hip and inner thigh where the elastic broke against her. The unnamed girl was floating there, toes just barely off the ground in front of the couch where Harry currently sat. Her arms bound together behind her with unseen rope and forced upwards towards the ceiling in an angle that bent her forwards with putting great strain on her shoulders. Now completely nude Harry could see the young girls battered ass fully. With another spin of his wand Harry brought the floating muggle closer so her ass cheeks were perfectly at his eye level. He then brought back his hand and smacked her little firm ass with all his might. If her ass was not already a collage of reds and purples, there would have been a bright stinging hand print that covered the entirety of her right cheek and more. With both hands Harry forced the little girls ass cheeks apart. He was meet with the cutest little puckered ass hole he had ever seen. Resting his thumb on her little rosebud for a moment, he enjoyed the contractions that reacted to each bit of gentle pressure he applied. Without warning Harry gave a sharp push and penetrated her tightest hole with his dry thumb, quickly beginning to pump in and out of it.

Satisfied with his molestation of her tightest hole, Harry yanked his thumb out and gave the little ass a few more hard stinging slaps. With out even touching his wand this time Harry spun the floating brunette around to face him. As he did this Harry was met with two very scared brown eyes that darted up and down himself in fear. Harry realized that the girl must actually be awake, just under a spell similar to a Petrificus Totalus, only able to move her eyes. This meant not only was she conscious, but that she could and has been able to feel everything Harry was doing. If anything this only excited him further. Cupping the side of the girls face gently, he saw her eyes react in shock at the sudden gentle caring. She pleaded Harry with her eyes. He responded with an open palm hard across her cute little face, defeat was instantly present in the girls eyes. With this Harry lowered his pants and fished out his thick member and began stroking his hardness just inches under the dollish features of her face. With dick in one hand Harry smacked the girl again before running both hands through her perfectly straight brown hair. The girls body was perfectly pliable in Harry's hands allowing him to grab a tight hold of the girls hair and move her head at his complete will, something that would not have been possible if this was simply a Petrificus Totalus like he thought earlier.

Holding her limp head in place he guided it downwards until her lips were gently resting on the tip of his swollen cock. Harry enjoyed this the soft sensation of the poor girls lips for a moment as he began to rock her head back and forth across is tip, letting her delicate lips tease his most sensitive spots. Taking his right hand away from this girls silky hair, Harry slid two fingers into the girls mouth. What was originally done to make sure the girl was incapable of biting down, quickly turned into Harry seeing how far he could fit his two fingers into her mouth, enjoying the sensations of her wet tongue trying to expel him from inside. Content that the muggle was incapable of clamping her jaw at the moment, Harry began to push his dick inside her mouth. Deeper Harry continued until he felt the head of his cock buried inside her tight little throat and then he began to thrust. Her throat fought back as it tried to hack, gag, spit, and push out the dick currently buried inside it. The feeling of her throat milking him was beyond comprehension for Harry. Looking into her eyes he was sure he could see tears, even though it would've been impossible in her current predicament. His hands still clutching her hair tightly, he laid back his own head, closed his eyes and continued to fuck the little throat, enjoying the sounds of wet low gurgles. As he felt his climax reaching near he tightened his grip on the poor muggle girls curly hair and increased his thrusts until there was a soft rhythm of his balls slapping against her saliva wettened chin. Harry bottomed his cock out one more time when he realized the girl he was currently using did not have curly hair. Opening his eyes he looked down and saw his dick fully buried in the mouth of a mascara tear stained Hermione. The sight alone was enough to make him empty himself in her throat as he stared into her eyes.

"Harry" Hermoine's voiced echoed around him. He looked back down at her mouth still occupied by his dick.

"Harry wake up," Hermione's voice echoed again.

Harry felt a hand placed on the top if his left knee and was quickly jolted awake. As he opened his eyes he was greeted by a rather flustered and extremely red looking Hermione. Quickly removing her hand from Harry's left knee she gave a quick nervous glance out the window, to Harry's crotch and back out the window unable to meet his gaze. Harry noted the bulge easily visible in his lap. He wished he had been wearing his robes already.

"I, errr, um... I'm, s-s-sorry to wake you up Harry. The, um, were getting close to Hogwarts, and, and I just thought you would want to see this, sorry " Hermione said as she stole the briefest of glances once more. She held out a copy of the daily prophet with a headline in large that read.

Hero of the World Cup,
Krum or Potter?

Two large moving pictures also dominated the front page side by side. The one on the left was of Victor Krum and his game winning snitch catch. The picture followed him as he made a truly dazzling dive-bomb on his broom grabbing the golden snitch just moments before it would be to late to pull up on his broomstick and avoiding a sickening crash with the ground. Krums picture would then fly up close to the page, very obviously showing off a fluttering snitch, before letting it go to repeat the process over without fail.

The picture on the right was of a shirtless harry standing in the field of tents where he defeated the death eaters. Harry found his own picture to be much to smug looking as it stood there in his sweatpants with crossed arms. As Hermione handed him the paper Harry had the very peculiar feeling that the person on the front of the paper was not him. Though his body had over-gone a lot of masculine changes from even half a year ago, it was more then just a physical thing. It was like looking at a Bogart in his own form, as if something in his mind was trying to disassociate from himself entirely. "I just hope that muggle girl is okay." Harry said calmly. He truly did mean this to, even if his own personal fantasies and dreams were an indicator otherwise.

"Last I've heard, St. Mungos was taking the best of care for her. She should be clear to leave soon." Hermione reassured him. She looked around the compartment with a slight nervousness. At the moment it was just the two of them, Ron apparently occupied elsewhere. "Harry, I, umm... I've been meaning to ask you...". She continued as her eyes meet Harry's for the briefest of moments only. "Did something hap..."

The compartment door was slid open with a dull bang. In stepped a beaming Ron, carrying what appeared to be at least 15 chocolate frogs. "Look!" Ron exclaimed. "Won them in a game of exploding snap with Seamus and a couple of loaded Ravenclaw first years!". "Help yourself hero," He said with a teasing wink, nodding to the paper Hermione held, as he dumped the armful of angular boxes into the seat beside her. Picking up a box Ron gestured it in Harry's direction.

"No thanks mate, maybe back in the common room" Harry responded to his friendly offer.

"Right suit yourself, more for me I suppose," Ron said as he bit into a frog head first. It's body stopped struggling to escape his grasp shortly after. Harry noted the cold savagery of it. A simple thing to wizards really, but to a muggle Ron must have appeared to enjoy his food eaten still alive. Harry brought his attention back to Hermione. She was lost in thought staring out the window at the hills gently rolling by. Harry usually attributed her current look to when she was doing charms homework 4 grades to high, or serious issues like the time she spent all those countless nights researching Nicholas Flamel their first year. Her gentle brow line slightly askew, eyes narrowed by mere millimeters, a minuscule purse to the tips of her lips. Though her face seemed as if it had been screwed on just a quarter turn to tight, the rest of her body said other wise. Her posture was loose and relaxed. Her soft shoulders lacking there usual tension. It seemed to Harry that her mind was so distracted elsewhere, that she simply forgot about her body. Harry had never found Hermione to be quite so beautiful. What worried him however was the fact she was thinking, and Harry knew with absolute certainty that he was caught. When Hermione set her mind to something it was not if, but when she would figure it out, like a simple math problem. He wasn't sure what all she knew about what was happening with him, but he was sure, it was more than anyone should be able to figure out with such little clues.

Harry figured it was better late than never to talk to her, but didn't want to talk about his gift so openly in front of Ron. He loved the goofy redhead like a brother, but didn't trust that the whole school wouldn't know in an hour that Harry had 'bonded' to a portion of you-know-who, if he talked openly about it in front of Ron. Deciding it was time to test the limits of his power once again, he closed his eyes and focused on the part of him that was not entirely him. He let the foreign magic pulse out of him. Turning his focus towards Ron he tried to give him a subliminal nudge out the door.

As Harry continued to focus he heard Ron exclaim, "Oh look at that a Grindlewald card!", standing up Ron continued, "Dean was wanting one of these, maybe i can trade him for his Gwenog Jones. I'll be back." He said over his shoulder as he closed the compartment door behind him. Harry wasn't convinced that his attempts had anything to do with Rons departure really, just a seeming coincidence.

"So you wanted to talk, Hermione?" Harry asked as if he didn't already no the subject of her question.

"Ummm yea," she answered sheepishly. "Did something happen with you over summer break Harry? I, I, I'm not saying its bad or anything I just... I don't know. Look at you." Her eyes bounced quickly down to his body then back to meet his gaze, "and the world cup Harry, i mean, what... how, that was 7 Death Eaters from what you described and you just rushed in and came out looking like the hero on the cover some romance novel, carrying the damsel to saftey!" She practically spit out the last few words. Immediately Hermione wanted them back, wanted the words to be unsaid.

"You think I could be on the cover of a romance novel huh?, I was think more like an action movie star, you know like a young Harrison Ford!" He teased, ruffling his raven black hair as he spoke.

"Harry please! I'm serious!" Her tone was direct but her face burned red hot.

"I know, I know I'm sorry Hermione, I just don't really know what it is." This was not the whole truth, but he thought it better to ease her into the idea of him having a copy of Voldemort's powers locked inside of him. Harry took a deep breath as he waded through the options of how best to go about it. "Something... changed in me Hermione, it was like an awakening. I was doing some of those breathing exercises you taught me and something just clicked. It was like I tapped into something that was always inside me, just sleeping. From that moment I can almost feel the magic flowing through me." Harry took a breath as he played with his messy hair again. This time it was his eyes that could not meet Hermione's as she stared at him intensely astute. Harry continued on, "I don't really know how much I can explain it, but I can do things. Things I don't know if anyone else can do." Again another not false, but not the whole truth statement as Harry was fairly certain his new 'empathic' abilities were something he now shared with a certain Dark Lord.

"You mean like survive a killing curse?" Hermione said in an attempt to break the tension with a joke, smiles appearing on both their faces for just a moment.

"How about I just show you Hermione" Harry finally said

"What do you mean by that?" She asked in a voiced that was serious and curious but trembled towards the very end.

"I don't know really, but if you trust me I can show you what has changed with me in a way. I can show you a bit of what I can do" Harry said calmly.

"You know I trust you Harry, but I don't understand" she said.

"Ok look just relax, I'm going to close my eyes and you watch, if you feel start to uncomfortable just let me know and I'll stop. Ok?" Harry asked for her assurance. Hermione nodded. She was a potion mixed two parts curiosity, one part anxiety, and the smallest drop of lust.

Harry closed his eyes and focused himself once more. Every time he did this it seemed to come easier. It was like every time he tapped into Voldemort's powers the bond was strengthen a little bit more. Keeping his eyes closed he let the feelings of comfort, friendship, and love flow from his very essence. Focusing on his Bushy haired friend he tried to envelope her with these emotions. Harry continued to do this for he was unaware its effect on Hermione. That was until he felt the most delicate pair of lips imaginable meet his. Harry's eyes sprang open and he was staring straight into Hermione's brilliant brown eyes. She seemed to be as shocked as he was at the kiss she planted on Harry. Hermione let out a sound like a yell, but was much to high pitched to be called one. Crimson faced she spun towards the door threw it open and darted down the corridor without bothering to close the door behind her. The last couple of minutes before the train reached Hogsmeade were filled with worry from Harry. He didn't mean to push her that hard, he didn't mean for her to be that effected, and he surely didn't mean for her to kiss him. Harry hoped he had not just thrown away his friendship. As the train came to a swaying stop Harry's mind went back to his earlier dream and of him deep inside the muggle girls throat, that turned into a crying gagging version of Hermione's face he was fucking. Harry seriously debated going to the first cabin full of young witches he could find and just dumping as much of his influential aura into it as he could. Sure that would have its own serious consequences, but it would be a great way to stop worrying about Hermione.

Chapter 4: Words Unspoken

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The great hall was lively with young witches and wizards, jovial to be back with friends, as well as newly sorted first years filled with nervous excitement. The observant onlooker may note two individuals with much less light-hearted spirits. Harry sat at the trio's usual spot, yet the party was split. Hermione sat at the far end of the long table seemingly refusing to look Harry's way. That was it, Harry thought to himself. She fucking hates me. Harry stabbed at his food in a wave of self-loathing. Looking around the Great Hall for a visual distraction Harry eyed Dumbledore stand from his seat and give two gentle taps of his wand to his goblet in the other hand. Two magically loudend twangs rang out, quickly silencing the rambunctious students.

"My dear students, I welcome you all to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I wish each and every one of you, the most of luck in your pursuit of magic and journey of knowledge." Dumbledore said to the now still room. "To began the year I have a few announcements i would like to share with you all. Firstly I would like to introduce you all to your newest Defense Against the Dark arts Teacher, Professor Allister Moody." Dumbledore gestured his hand to the open main doors of the Great Hall. There stood the rugged old ex Aurour, blue eye spinning from table to table. Alarm bells went off in Harry's head, the little gift in the back of his mind sensing danger once more. 'Curious' he thought to himself. After the half-hearted applause subsided, Dumbledore spoke again.

"The second announcement comes at great pride from my part. I am happy to announce that the famous Tri-Wizard tournament will be hosted here at Hogwarts this year." At this point all ears hung on his every word. "I wish all of you who are of age the best of luck if you are chosen to participate in this most momentous of challenges." Dumbledore continued, "With this announcement also brings new guests, from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. I hope you will all treat them as if they were your fellow classmates while they share these halls with you all." Dumbledore motioned to the Great Hall doors once more in time too see a congregation of male students entering. They marched more than walked in, with the trained precision of a military squad. The young men all seemed hyper-focused, intent on nothing less than being their schools champion.

Following shortly after the Durmstrang students was the lovely ladies from Beauxbatons. Harry was impressed that such a large group of people could move with such silent grace. It was as if they floated in only moving there legs for show. The front most girl stood out immediately to Harry as he recognized her as being a least some portion Veela. Not only was it evident in her angelic appearance, but it was clear as every males jaw seemed to loose the ability of tension as she passed them. Harry remembered this same thing from the world cup, and just like then he didn't really see what all the fuss was about. Sure he could recognize she was a beautiful specimen of a human, but she was just never really the type he had any sort of fantasy for. As the Veela girl passed Harry she gave him a quick unseen sided eyed glance. Why was this boy not ogling over her? How could he just sit there and pay her no attention! Was he refilling his pumpkin juice as she passed! Pumpkin juice was more important than her! Fucking Pumpkin Juice!. Fleur closed her eyes momentarily, and focused inwards, letting her Veela allure fill the room again, noting that she needed to keep the hot headed bit of her Veela side to a minimum while she was here... Fucking Pumpkin Juice she thought to herself.

Harry was more focused on other women letting the Beauxbatons ladies pass him by, as he took the momentary distraction to study Hermione. Surprisingly what he thought he saw was a look of intrigue. Surely this half Veela was not having the same effect on Hermione as it seemed to take on all the other slack jawed men in the room. Before he could get a further read on her she quickly stood up and hurriedly left the Great Hall without being seen, by anyone other than Harry and the large spinning eye of their new professor. He saw her turn left out the doors and he immediately knew she was headed to the place she felt most comfortable, the library. Harry followed closely behind, hoping he could somehow find a moment to talk to her.

When he caught up with Hermione she was already in the library. Silently entering he could see her looking at books in the section listed Magical Creatures. Harry saw her reach a slender arm up towards a book just inches out of reach for her. Her determination fueled her movements as she stretched trying to find a hidden extra inch in her arm. Every time she reached for the book her dress shirt was pulled upwards flashing bits of skin seldom seen from Hermione. Harry couldn't help think just how beautiful she was, struggling and stretching with no success other than the few gentle bounces her breast and ass made. As Hermione went for the book ladder Harry decided to make his presence known now that the show was over.

"Hermione" Harry started to speak before he was cut off by a panicked Hermione.

"Oh Harry it's you." She said with more anxiety than anger which Harry thought was a good sign. "Look Harry..."

"I'm sorry!" The two said in perfect unison.

"Wait you're sorry? I'm the one who," Harry said as he was cut off again.

"Harry you have nothing to be sorry about don't be ridiculous." Hermione said in her most matter of fact voice, as if Harry had just told her the wrong answer to a piece of charms homework.

"I'm sorry I couldn't control myself, I just... that thing you did Harry, I have felt it before you know. Not in the Burrow, I mean the pure emotion and love you showed me in that one moment, its always been there. Like the troll, first year when you saved me without once thinking of yourself. I had never felt so loved by anyone other than my parents, i know what you did in the train was different and I think I may have an idea on what's causing that kind of empathic ability, but I just wanted to say I'm sorry…. I'm sorry I made you feel uncomfortable, and most of all I'm sorry I have no self control I, I, I... just don't want to ruin our friendship" Hermione finally stopped to breath as she held back tears.

Wow that was alot Harry thought to himself. Harry tried to comfort her the only way he knew how at the moment, and pulled the curly haired girl in for a tight hug, trying to squeeze the anxiety away. "You know, I'm pretty sure you are the most incredible girl I've ever met, Mione, one silly kiss isn't going to change that." Harry said as he released the hug. Taking only half a step back he looked at her. She had that Hermione look again, pure unfaltering, unwavering determination... merlin did she wear it well.

"Do it again Harry" Hermione whispered now as the two were closer than ever between the rows of books. Harry immediately went in for another hug. "Well that's nice to but the other thing Harry." She giggled

"What do you mean..." he stopped his sentence short.

"Try it again please Harry." Hermione whispered softly. "I want to prove I'm strong enough this time". She knew that was only half the truth as a portion of her longed for the sensation again. On the train it was like a flood of dopamine had washed over her when he did it. It felt as if Harry had hugged her very soul.

"Mione please you don't need to do this" Harry assured her, reaching out to lovingly rub her arm.

"I do Harry... if not for anyone but myself" Hermione said with her unmistakable assurance. She stared a hole into the seem of his robes, not daring to look at his face for fear of faltering.

Harry stood there for a moment trying to get a read on Hermione without assistance from his new gifts. She still had that same look in her eyes. He knew she was serious about this. Reaching out with one hand he placed the outer side of his pointer finger under her chin. Gently he tilted her head upwards forcing her gaze to meet his. His hand was strikingly masculine in contrast to the soft feminine angles and curves of he face.

Staring into her eyes he spoke with a calm yet somehow forceful presence. "Ok Mione, I'll do it. But you have to promise me if it gets to much, or you feel uncomfortable you'll stop me, okay?"

"Phoenix." Hermione said succinctly.

"I'm sorry?" Harry responded in confusion.

"Phoenix, it will be the word I use to let you know if you need to stop." Hermione explained, "if I don't say Phoenix then you continue."

"Okay" Harry said. A single word the sign of their trust. In the back of his mind Harry noted that Hermione came up with that word fairly fast. She seemed far to sure of it, for it to be off the cusp. Hermione had thought of it before... little Hermione Granger had a go to planned safe-word.

"Ready? I'm just going to try and project my emotions onto you just like before." He asked.

Hermione nodded her head while noting the pairs already close proximity. "Ok here i go" Harry closed his eyes and once again focused on his gift. Ever so slowly he began to let this wave of power start to leak out, similar to what he had done with his aunt. Like trying to adjust a volume dial that was much to sensitive, Harry notched up the intensity hair by hair. For a small bit Harry thought Hermione would be successful in her attempts to resist his influence. If he could have seen the struggle painted on her face, he would have been much less confident in that. He then felt Hermione's bushy hair brush up against his chin and shortly there after her head gently rested into his chest. Not hearing any protest or Phoenix he continued. Hermione pushed herself against him with a bit more force. At this point Harry took a half step back with one foot so he could have his back against the bookshelves. As he did this Hermione's body followed. As it did Harry felt the unmistakable feeling of a Hogwarts skirt pressed up against his now slightly bent knee.

Unsure whether he should keep going Harry dropped his focus for a moment to ask Hermione. Before he could get the word out, Hermione whispered strenuously, "I didn't say Phoenix". Harry obliged by pushing his focus on Hermione again. This got an immediate reaction out of Her as she sank her weight down a fraction. Just enough so that Harry could clearly feel that his knee was pressing directly up against Hermione's most delicate of spots. His bodies reaction was instant as blood began to flow to his cock, and his mind raced with all manner of ideas that should be kept away from the library. Testing the waters Harry changed the emotion he was clouding her with ever so slightly.

Hermione was glad her face was buried in Harry's chest as her soft mound met his hard knee. Sparks shot into her senses lighting up all the pleasure centers of her brain. Filled with the most overwhelming, feeling of Harry's inner emotion she lost the fight she never really intended to win. The complete sense of pure love radiating over her, the feeling of Harry's strong arms now holding her, the pressure his knee placed on her little pussy, it was to much, the need inside her burned to hot. Hermione's hands met the edge of her skirt, grabbing it she pulled gently upwards until Harry's knee made its way under her skirt and now pressed firmly against her moistened panties. Her breathing began to grow heavier the moment Hermione began to grind her pussy into Harry's knee like the needy little slut she knew she currently was, but Hermione didn't care. For the first time in her life Hermione didn't care, because it didn't matter. All that mattered to her in that moment was Harry, and whether or not that was do to some sort of magical 'allure' wasn't important

Harry was surprised when he felt Hermione's skirt pulled above his knee. Though it killed him inside Harry knew he should let Hermione be in charge of the action, this time at least. Soft whimpering breaths began to fill their little corner of the library. Hermione's rhythm increased a she rocked back and forth with that patent determination. One side of Harry felt glad the entirety of Hogwarts was off in the Great Hall at the moment, but some deeper more illicit part of him wished they would get caught. Wished some teacher or even first year even would stumble in to see little miss perfect Hermione Granger making a greedy mess of herself there on Harry's knee.

Hermione's soft moans began to quicken as she reached her crescendo. Now all but straddling his knee Harry felt her hands shoot out to grab him as her body went rigid. No longer using his influence Harry reached out to grab the back of Hermione's head and neck, running his fingers partially through her curly hair. Pressing her face deeper into his chest he pressed his lips to her forehead. Harry wanted more, he wanted to tear away her little red and gold uniform and shove her head down into a pile of books. He wanted to use her for little more than a piece of fuckable meat. However the Gryffindor Harry inside him that screamed out to protect her was winning... for now.

The two held each other there in the back of the library for some time. The newest Hogwarts arrivals the furthest subject from their silent conversation. Surely the Great Hall was erupting with the sounds of new friendships being formed between the three schools, but it matter not to them, they had enough in each other here in the back of the messy library. It should have been odd or awkward really as Harry and Hermione had really ever only showed genuine friendship towards each other and never outright lust, but the moment felt perfect like they had done it 100 times and they would continue to countless more.

Hermione was the first to break the silence as she said in a wholly satisfied voice, "Well I guess failed huh?" As Harry debated whether he should try to comfort her, she continued, "That means we will have to try again I suppose."

Harry chuckled as he replied still holding Hermione in his arms, "I think we could do that, but don't expect me to take it so easy on you next time."

It was at this point that Hermione pulled away from him so she could look at his face with a playfully stern pout and say, "No, no, no I refuse to believe you were taking easy on me Harry Potter! Do you understand how hard I had to fight to hold out as long as I did?" Harry just replied with a smile and a kiss on her forehead once more. "If you're being serious Harry, do you understand what that means? No other wizard I've ever read about could do what you just did and call it easy. It was like somehow you were making every inch of my body, all my senses, and all my thoughts feel loved. Even more than that it was like you poured the very essence of love and everything happy over me."

"Well I guess I sort of tried to show you what you mean to me Hermione, and I kind of just let that energy flow out of me. Like I said before, it doesn't really make sense, and I don't know how it works, but I guess I just know how to do it… ever since that night over break" Harry told her.

It was with this that Hermione's expression changed into the familiar, 'I've just had a spark of brilliance' look that Harry loved so much, as she stepped away from him and said, "Oh right! That reminds me." She pointed towards the book she was struggling to reach when Harry first walked in on her. "Can you grab that book there please?" she asked him. Harry easily reached up ad past her leaning into her slightly as he did and pulled down a book with a slightly pinkish cover. As he turned the book around he could see the front read in a pretty yellow font, 'The Veela Allure'. As Harry looked at the book Hermione continued, "I realized something when the Beauxbatons girls walked in. The one in front was a Veela... obviously, and I remembered a book a read on them in the second year that I think may have something to do with you Harry."

"What does this have to do with me Hermione?" he asked quizzically, looking at the very feminine writing.

"Don't you see it, you obviously have some sort of Veela blood in you. I'm not sure if it was your mum or dad's side but, you should read the book Harry."

"Hermione that's not what it is, I can explain later, but for now I think we should start heading back to the common room before people start getting worried about us.

"Please read it Harry" she said again as she placed a tender hand on his chest. Without a further word the two began to walk from the library and towards the common rooms, arms brushing together as they walked.

Looking at the book he thought to himself about telling Hermione right then in ther that she was wrong and it had nothing to do with Veelas, and all to do with Voldemort and the piece of him he left in Harry. Strange though that Hermione was wrong, it might be the first time he could actually say that.

Continuing through the castle to Griffindor Tower another thought came to him... maybe there was a chance Hermione wasn't wrong. He couldn't say with any certainty Voldemort didn't have a Veela mother or even grandmother. Could it be that the Veela Allure was part of the gift and power Voldemort gave him. Either way Hermione was right, Harry should read that book.

Chapter 5: Dark Desires

Summary:

Another forewarning with this one, as the title alludes. Anyone with any adversion or triggers to the 'Rape/Non-Con' story tag should probably sit this one out

The upcoming chapter will mainly focus on him dealing with his actions here, so this one gets pretty graphic, showing truly how much the horcrux is affecting him.

Enjoy

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"Where in Merlin's Beard have you two been?" Ron said loudly even thought it seemed he was trying his hardest to whisper.

"Harry had to take me to see Ms Pomfrey". Hermione lied as they stepped into the common room, "I got sick during the feast." Harry noted to himself that Hermione had one hell of a poker face.

"Oh yeah right, I guess I should have uhhh, checked there" Ron said as he rubbed his neck and looked at at the two of them.

"I'm sorry Ron, but I need to head to bed. Goodnight" Hermione said before she retired to the girls dormitory, bushy hair bouncing as she hurried up the stairs.

Harry caught Ron staring at her backside as Ron turned back to him and said, "You know I would have brought her mate...it was just that the Beauxbatons girls came in and well i guess I was just kind of uhhh, distracted. Harry heard a small note of jealousy in his voice. He was wishing that it was him who came to Hermione's rescue instead of Harry.

"That's alright mate, she got just what she needed. All better now" Harry replied truthfully.

Ron continued on about the Tri-Wizard Tournament, the Goblet of Fire, and how Fred and George were going to get past the age barrier. Harry listened only enough to convince conversation, though admittedly a tournament to test his new magical prowess did peak his interest. Ron usually did not get on his nerves but tonight it was damn near painful the way he talked up his brothers, while boasting that if he could just get his name in the cup he'd be a sure fire win. Ron had a better shot at sweet talking his way into Professor McGonagall's robes than he did at winning that tournament, Harry thought to himself. As Ron continued on, Harry could think of nothing else but the release he desperately needed after watching Hermione get herself off on his knee. Harry pulled out the book Hermione gave him and began to flip pages in search of little more than a distraction when Ron interrupted him with another infuriatingly dumb question.

"You think Hermione would help me get across that age barrier mate? I reckon she'd help you to if she did," Ron said earnestly.

It was with that very question that something happened within Harry. His simple irritation suddenly shifted into to anger, directed not only at Ron but at seemingly everyone, and everything he could see. An inferno was burning out of control in an instant, and Harry wanted to let it free. If there were now truly two split pieces of Harry Potter, his own true self and the portion of Voldemort's own soul inside of him, then what remained of his portion had just been quickly snuffed out without warning. Voldemort' soul was in control, taking Harry's feeling of things like friendship, love, simple kindness, and everything else Voldemort himself never understood and locked them away in the deepest reliquaries of Harry's psyche.

Harry was done, done with Ron, done with being blue balled, and most of all done with fighting against his dark urges. He needed someone to fuck, scratch that, he needed someone to use. Sitting there on the common room couch Harry clasped the wand in his robe pocket. Concentrating he attempted to cast a powerful silent dis-illusionment charm on himself, hoping to melt into the background noise of the buzzing room. Harry watched Ron to see how the spell was working, and much to his pleasure it was as if Ron simply forgot about their conversation mid sentence. With a sigh of relief he sank back into the soft common room couch. Sitting there Harry began looking around the room like a muggle in a used car lot, making the tough decision of what model suited his needs best.

Angelina Johnson stood in the corner by Fred and George. Her mocha skin enticed Harry, and he knew that with a chasers body like that she could definitely keep up with him. A decent choice but maybe not what he was looking for. Continuing his scan of the room his eyes fell upon Lavender Brown talking to Parvati Patill. The two best friends were deep into conversation when Parvati leaned into Lavender and whispered something in her ear. Lavender rolled back her head and let out her signature awful shrill giggle. Merlin it was hard to listen to. That was all it took, Harry had made his choice, he would make her regret the squealing she filled the common room with for the past three years.

Harry grabbed his wand again, using it and his gift he attempted to shift his current disillusionment charm to envelope Lavender as well. He did not know how much that would even be possible, but anything seemed simple enough when you have that much power flowing through you. Slowly it happened. Parvati began to hang on her words as if struggling to remember what she was talking to Lavender about. Eventually Parvati simply got up from the table and walked off towards the girls dormitory, leaving her friend sitting there puzzled and a little offended. Harry took this moment before continuing further to study Lavender for the first time. A ravenous beast in the shadowy brush perfectly still moments before it pounces on its oblivious prey. He memorized each curve of her slightly chubby cheeks, the softest pink color of her small lips, the dazzling blue of her unsuspecting eyes.

Lavender couldn't understand it, it was the first time she had seen Parvati in two months and she just gets up and leaves. Was it something she said? As she sat there replaying the interaction in her head something odd happened to her. It started like a small sputtering fire just below her navel that made her squirm in her chair. Quickly and suddenly the blaze turned into a roaring inferno inside of her filling both her mind and body with a burning desire so strong it was almost incomprehensible. Lavender began to look around in a semi-panic for someone or even something at this point to satiate the lustful torturous need. Her nails began to dig into the chair, as she was afraid that if she let go of it she would not be able to stop her hands from plunging under her robes right there in the common room. And then salvation.

Harry's voice echoed through her head like a lullaby, "Come to me Lavender". In that moment she knew her greatest desire was to be Harry's, whatever that entailed. Her everything was his, body, mind, soul, he could have it all as long as he touched her. That would be enough. Guided by need, Lavender stood up and walked straight over to Harry, taking the only place she now knew fit, on her knees in front of him.

Merlin this girls mind is weak, Harry thought to himself. He didn't even have to push that hard with his gift and she was kneeling in front of him like a good little pet. She didn't even know about the disillusionment charm, she must not even care if the whole common room was watching her right now. Harry leaned forward and grabbed Lavenders face and jaw, partially covering her mouth, staring straight into her eyes with unblinking ferocity.

"I'm going to hurt you tonight Lavender... do you understand?" Harry asked her flatly. Lavender shook her head like a little girl being scolded by her parents. "Very good, now stand up and walk out into the corridor with me, and if you are a good girl I will let you finish." Harry said as he let go of her face. Lavender without hesitation stood up and headed for the common room door.

Once outside the portrait Harry threw his invisibility cloak over them. Standing just behind her Harry reached up and grabbed a rough handle of Lavenders hair, so he could easily guide her where he wanted. As she began to start down the hall Harry gave a strong yank stopping Lavender in her place with the sharp pain. "Before we go any further I need something from you Lavender." Harry spoke with absolute coldness. "Hand me your panties." The young witch slowly reached down and began lifting her skirt to grab her underwear. "Now!" Harry barked in her ear as he gave another sharp yank to the back of her head causing her chin to be forced upwards. In an instant Lavender was handing over a pair soft pink little panties over her shoulder to Harry. Grabbing them with his free hand Harry held them up to Lavenders mouth. "Open" He commanded her and began stuffing Lavenders panties into her mouth. Satisfied she could no longer accidentally make a sound to get them caught he guided her down the corridor. Harry was headed to a secret passage that Fred and George showed him the year prior. This one would be perfect for his needs as it was out of the way and in one portion opened up into a small room. Most importantly it was deep enough inside the castle walls that he was sure even a screaming mandrake couldn't be heard.

Once inside Harry ripped the cloak off of them and threw it to the side. "Look at me slut," Harry ordered. Lavender dutifully turned around to face him. Staring at him Harry could see that the panties in her mouth were causing her to drool excessively down her chin. Without a word Lavenders hand made its way to the front of her robes over her mound and she began to rub. Harry grabbed her by her long curly blonde hair once more and shouted, "Did i say it was okay to touch yourself slut? Hands behind your back until I say otherwise." Lavender followed the order without question, still ready to do anything for Harry to bring her to completion. Body still burning with nothing but pure desire.

Without as much as touching his wand Harry conjured up a chair behind Lavender. It was a simple wooden chair, not meant for her comfort in any way. "Strip" Harry told her. With no sense of grace or shame Lavender removed all of her clothing that was not currently shoved in her mouth. Now with his puppet bare fleshed in front of him Harry looked up and down her curves, studying them to memory. She was quite a bit thicker than what Harry often imagined under her robes. This did nothing at all to sway Harry's libido. If nothing else he was brought to a new height when he realized she had quite the ass on her. Harry had only one issue, and he was going to make sure she was aware of it. Shooting his hand out he grabbed a tight handful of the blonde pubic hair covering her mound.

"Next time this better be gone." Harry spat as yanked, not enough to try and pull any hairs loose but enough to make her wince and grit her teeth as her entire hips were pulled forward by her mound. Harry's cock was as hard as it had ever been at this point but he continued to push her. Making his way up to her surprisingly large tits he began to paw at them. He then pulled the soaked underwear from her mouth as he wanted to be able to hear her next cries of pain. Moving to her nipples Harry grabbed ahold of one between his pointer finger in thumb. At first he gently twisted and played with it causing silent moans to show in Lavenders face. Without warning Harry clamped his fingers down hard and yanked her nipple towards him and upwards. A sharp scream escaped Lavenders lips, but her arms stayed unmoving behind her back, Harry's word her law. For awhile Harry did this pulling and twisting both nipples, more blood rushing to his cock with each of her pathetic yelps.

Once Harry decided the girls nipple were abused enough he ordered her to kneel on the floor and bend over the chair. Again Lavender did so without question. Her knees dug into the hard stone floor of Hogwarts and the chair pushed into the underside of her tits as they hung off the other side of the seat. Harry admired Lavenders body for a moment, ass in the air and her large tits hanging of the other end, her hands still behind her back as he instructed. Merlin she was an obedient little fuck toy, and Harry like to break his toys when he played with them. Squatting down behind her Harry grabbed a handful of both her large ass cheeks from behind, thumbs digging towards her smooth pussy lips peeking out from between her legs. Forcefully Harry spread both her ass and pussy at the same time, exposing her slightly browned asshole and her perfectly pink little pussy. Harry was delighted to find that the girl still had her hymen intact. Harry ran his thumb from Lavenders asshole all the way down to her clit and back again, each time spreading around the juices flowing from her.

Harry couldn't hold back any longer and moved to position himself behind Lavenders needy body. Undressing he stroked his engorged cock for a moment staring at his toy. "Are you ready slut" Harry asked with a deep growl to his voice. As Lavender opened her mouth to answer, Harry brought a swift open palm down across her exposed pussy. Rewarded by a wriggling yelp Harry thrust with all his might before she could even stop yelling. Lavenders screams bounced around the cold stone room as Harry tore threw her hymen and began plunging in and out of the tight little virgin pussy, heavy balls smacking into her clit. Again Harry grabbed a hand full of Lavenders hair for leverage as he tried to shove every last inch of himself into her, like trying to put on a shoe that was 5 sizes to small. As Harry pulled the screaming girls head back he could she her face was wet with tears and it made him want more, he wanted to lick them off as she cried in both agony and bliss. Harder and harder Harry pounded her tight hole as the room was filled with wet fleshy smacks in chorus to Lavenders screams. Harry saw Lavenders legs shake, as he felt her pussy clamp around him even tighter, all her muscles clenching in orgasm. Looking down at Brown finishing below him he could see streaks of crimson blood coating his cock, payment for the removal of her hymen.

As Harry watched the poor girls ass bounce off of him, he felt himself reaching the end. Speeding up his thrusts he gave Lavenders ass two hard smacks, causing her pussy to contract around him with each one. This was enough to do it for him and he bottomed out into her cunt and came as hard as he ever had, there inside of Lavender. Pulling out of the little abused hole Harry stepped back and spread her pussy once again, admiring the blood streaked cum leaking out of her. Lavender lay there a broken mess on the chair, still under Harry's influence she was in an odd state of fugue nirvana. Harry begin to dress himself once more as he watched the blonde lay there, arms still behind her back as instructed, redden nipples, wet face, hair in disarray, pussy leaking. Debating how long to leave her like that Harry grabbed his wand and cast a quick scourgeify on both of there messy crotches, knowing that the spell would remove all traces of his cum and therefore any chance of pregnancy.

"Get up and put your clothes on" Harry told her. As Lavender stood from the chair Harry noted the soreness already developing in her as she slowly pushed herself up from her scrapped knees and began to reach for her clothes. "Not that!" Harry snapped as she grabbed for her little pink panties still soaked in her own saliva. With a quick swish of his wand Harry floated the girls underwear into his hand and stuffed them in a robe pocket. The two walked back to the common room under Harry's cloak in total silence. Once inside the portrait Harry was relieved to see that they were the only ones left awake.

Harry stepped away from Lavender pulling his invisibility cloak off of her so she appeared to be the lone occupant of the Gryffindor common room. Just before Harry released the girl from his influence he brought up his wand with a hand steady as a sharpshooter, pointed it at the base of her skull and spoke one word.

"Obliviate"

Chapter 6: Unforgivables

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Though Harry's body was tired and satisfied, his mind did not find sleep that night. Laying in his four poster bed he listened to his housemates snores, as his mind went wild with emotion. Much like the time just after beating the Death Eaters at the World Cup the portion of Voldemort's Soul inside him seemingly was satiated by Harry's sexual domination and abusement of Lavender. Minute by minute, Harry was allowed more of his own feelings, and he quickly wished he did not have them. He had raped his fellow classmate Lavender Brown. He was a rapist. His stomach felt as if the whole organ was ready to jump out of his mouth. Laying there trying to convince his self it was a dream he felt something soft and lumpy in his coat pocket. Reaching inside he pulled the object out. Held in his hands were a pair of perfectly pink little panties, the kind that oozed cute girlish innocence, yet they were still wet with Lavender's saliva.

Harry threw up over the side of his bed, tears filling his eyes. Between heaves he stuffed the evidence of his evil under his mattress. He was no better than You-Know-Who. Hell he might as well be just another version of him in a body that looked like Harry Potter. This felt like the first time weeks that he was truly thinking clearly without the posion that was Voldemort corrupting his mind. He couldn't do it, he couldn't live with himself. He knew that if or when he went to sleep this parasite in side of him would rest to, and when he awoke it would be in control once more. "Until what?, Harry thought to himself, "Until I rape again? Until I kill someone? A friend? A Teacher?". No, Harry knew he could not let that happen. His hand grabbed his wand. Slowly with tears still running down his cheeks he put the tip of his wand against his temple... he knew the words. His hand was shaking so strongly that he had to struggle to keep hold of his wand. Beginning to hyperventilate now Harry opened his mouth to speak, "A..., Ava,". He cried with his whole body at this point. Digging his wand into his temple he opened his mouth again, "Avada... Avada Ke..." he couldn't do it, he was weak, he was worthless.

Harry wasn't quite sure how he ended up in their first class that next morning. His mind was blank, he knew Hermione and Ron sat to either side of him but he had not the faintest inkling of what class they were currently in. He didn't really care to be honest, he wished he had his invisibility cloak. Sitting there wallowing in self hatred he felt a sharp jab into his ribs, he cared not to acknowledge it. Again harder he was jabbed in the ribs. Looking down he saw the back of Hermione's wand pointed at him ready to attack his ribs again. Looking over at her he opened his mouth to tell her to knock it off when he realized not just her, but everyone in the class was turned to meet his eyes, Hermione's filled with worry.

"Ahhh there you are boy! I thought I would need to send you off to Madame Pomfrey for a moment." Professor Moody said with his deep husky voice that seemed to fill the class room.

"We were talking about the unforgivables boy" Moody continued, "Your real familiar with them ain't you." Gesturing towards Harrys scar. "Now young Neville here has already covered Crucio for us, can you please tell the class one of the other two Mr Potter?"

It took every ounce of Harry's Gryffindor courage to muster up words loud enough for any sort of audibility. Only thinking of the actions of the night prior Harry said. "The killing curse, sir."

"Avada Kedavra! The most evil of all the unforgivables, snuffs out all traces of life, unavoidable and unfalable. The only know survivor sits hear with us today" Mad Eye said as his magical blue eye stayed locked onto Harry. The entire class seemed breathlessly captivated by his theatrics.

"Now who can tell me the final curse" he said looking around the room. Hermione's hand shot up above the rest as usual. "Yes, Granger please enlighten us."

"Imperio, the control curse, places the victim completely under the caster's control" Hermione described perfectly.

"Right, right, Imperio. Another favorite of the Dark Lords, and the curse we will be getting familiar with today in class." Moody said, pausing for a moment. "Now Albus has given me specific instruction to prepare the lot of you from the current threat he feels is on the rise. That brings us to your first test this year in my class. I will teach you all how to better defend yourselves from these spells, starting with the ladder." Moody continued as all of the faces in the class grew a few shades whiter. "Now do we have any volunteers?" Other than a few uncomfortable shuffles, nobody moved or even looked his way. "Fine then we will go by random...Ms. Brown, please join me in front of the class."

Harry froze, his heart in his throat, knuckles white into the desk. The memories of his evil flooded him again. As Harry watched his former victim nervously get up from her seat to take her spot by the professor he could clearly see the soreness in the girls body as she moved much less chipper than her usual self.

"Right then, ms Lavender if you would please turn and face your classmates, I want you to resist any suggestion I give you, if you can your house will get points" Moody instructed.

Harry stared at the scene, fighting back the urge to vomit or cry. You could hear a nargle sneeze the classroom was so quiet. Professor Moody stood behind Lavender, pointing his wand at the back of her head. Harry saw himself standing in the exact position the night before.

"Imperio" Moody broke the silence. Lavenders eyes glossed over as the entire class waited to see the results of the spell. "Ms Lavender if you could now take a bow to the class before your performance" said Moody as he gave a snarky chuckle and tipped his wand forward, her body following in an odd clumsy bow. Harry and the rest of the class getting small peak down the front of her loose robes. Harry knew her nipples must still be reddened and sore. He stared at his desk, wishing he was successful in his own unforgivable curse the night before.

"Ms Lavender would you please show the class your tongue." Moody said with what almost seemed like giddiness. Lavender showed no hesitation as she opened her mouth to its limit and stuck her little pink tongue out as far as she could.

What Harry saw was her mouth filled with her own underwear, drool covering her chin. He saw himself shoving his cock into her taunting mouth. Harry vomited all over his desk and textbook, causing both Ron and Hermione to jump back in suprise

The next thing Harry knew he was opening his eyes to be greeted by Madam Pomfrey and Hermione's caring but fearful gaze

"Ah there you are dearie," Madame Pomfrey said in the most matronly tone of voice, "Feeling better now are we?" Harry responded with a yes, even though his heart said no. "A bit more rest and you'll be just fine I think" Pomfrey said as she patted his leg through the blanket and walked to the other side of the hospital to check on some poor kid with a serious case of sparking sneezes. Harry tried not to meet Hermione's gaze now that they were essentially alone in the large room.

"Harry are you ok, does this have something to do with what happened to you over the summer. I know you've said you've shown me, but, Harry... there's more isn't there." Hermione worriedly questioned him as she sat in a chair beside the hospital bed. How was she always right. Harry layed there without response, the concern Hermione was showing him bit into his heart like a knife. Hermione looked over her shoulder before leaning in to Harry close enough not even an extendable ear could catch her voice. "This isn't because of what we did is it Harry?" she asked.

Harry finally answered, "No its not that".

"Harry please, I am missing Potions for the first time in my life to be here for you, please, please, please just talk to me. Whatever it is we can go at it together." Hermione said with tears just barely filling the corners of her eyes.

"Hermione I, I, I,..." he couldn't hold it from her any longer, "something happened over break. Voldemort, he left something inside me that night when he killed my parents, i don't know what or how but I know it woke up, and now... it... I " Harry could barely form the words at this point. "It changed something in me, I have these thoughts Hermione" tears rolled down his cheeks. "I want to hurt people Hermione, ... I, I, I.. have hurt people Hermione" Harry turned away from her, clutching his pillow he began to cry ashamed of what he had become. He didn't think he even deserved to let go of his self hatred in the form of tears. He was just as bad as Voldemort. Hermione leaned in and clutched him as he cried. "Please Hermione" Harry begged, he did not think he deserved her loving touch.

"We will find out how to beat this Harry, I'm here for you, we." She was cutoff by Harry

"You don't understand Hermione, these urges... they are more like needs, I don't think I'm even in control." Harry told her.

"Then we learn to control it Harry, together. "You have beat Voldemort every time up until now, and you will again... we will."

"Hermione you need to go, I will hurt you Hermione... I want to hurt you." The piece of Voldemort inside of him seemingly spoke with cold sincerity.

"Then hurt me Harry, I'm not going anywhere" Hermione whispered in his ear.

Somewhere in the proceeding silence Harry Potter drifted off to sleep for the first time since his short nap on the Hogwarts express. Though he could not bare to look at her, he was comforted by the fact that Hermione was there by his side. The singular bit of hope where all was seemingly lost for him

Chapter 7: Saved by Sin

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Harry Potter awoke in an empty Hospital Wing. Sitting up he pulled the scratchy blankets aside and reached for his glasses on the small counter siting beside the bed. As he grabbed at them he noticed a small folded piece of paper that had been neatly tucked away underneath. Affixing the glasses to his face he picked up and unfolded the note. Before he even started reading the note the new animalistic portion of his brain caught the subtle scent of Hermione coming from it. Opening the note with trepid anticipation Harry read 'After classes, where you first watched Erised, Lets talk more" signed 'Hermione'.

Harry folded the handwritten note and stuffed it into a robe pocket, stretching as he took small consolation in the feeling of a short rest. With this rest Harry could also tell that the presence of Voldemort's curse was growing once again in his mind. He was able to think a bit more clearly with less focus on the weaker emotions like remorse. Harry immediately disliked the fact that he was able to change like that so quickly, but he had to admit that he was a much better Harry when he was not a crying puking mess.

From the golden light beating on the large windows of the Hospital Wing Harry could tell it must be late after-noon. Very much desiring to talk more with Hermione, Harry got out of the bed, put on his shoes and headed out into the castle. As he began his journey to the room where the Mirror of Erised once stood something caught his eye between the crowds in the Great Hall. It was the famed Goblet of Fire sitting alone on a pedestal, blue flames radiating from the top. For the first time the thing seemed to call to him, not the Goblet itself but the challenge it presented. Though he left the Great Hall to chase Hermione before he could hear Dumbledore further explain the intricacies of it, he knew just from the fact that these two other schools seemingly sent there best and brightest that it must be a true wizarding challenge. Harry yearned for this challenge.

Entering the Great Hall Harry immediately noted the curious eyes that all snapped his way. Ignoring the unwanted attention Harry looked only at the cup as he walked purposefully through the hall. As Harry approached the Goblet he saw what appeared to be to be a soft wispy blue ring surrounding it. Stopping in front of this obviously magical ring Harry could feel that there was now not a single eye in the Great Hall that was not locked intently on him. Caring not for the attention Harry simply raised out his right hand and slowly pushed it inside the blue circle, assessing the magic. To Harry's and everyone else in the Great Hall's surprise, nothing happened. Nothing at all, no big theatrical reaction befitting of Dumbledore, no sneaky trap or curse left by Professor Snape, absolutely nothing. Deciding it was safe Harry stepped completely into the odd circle, and still nothing happened. Satisfied Harry took the note Hermione left for him back out of his robe pocket, ripped a small corner off of it, quickly scribbled his name on the portion and tossed it into the cup. The blue flames that emanated from the cup turned a fiery red for a moment as his note landed inside. The entire Great Hall was perfectly silent as Harry turned and walked back out the main door. Only as he crossed the threshold out of the Great Hall did Dumbledore's statement during the first feast ring through his head, "I wish all of you who are of age the best of luck if you are chosen to participate in this most momentous of challenges.". "Interesting" Harry thought to himself, "That must have been an age barrier". Harry's thoughts quickly faded from the age barrier he had just inexplicably passed, to Hermione who was waiting for him in an unused classroom.

Continuing through the halls Harry listened to the way his footsteps seemed to echo off of every surface of the short corridor he was in. Even before the changes this summer, he was used to the side eye glances he got from every passing group of witches or wizards. Focused on his destination, he tried to ignore the new and familiar faces that passed him by, not wanting any distraction. It was as Harry reached a short flight of stone stairs that he heard a voice shout out from somewhere behind him, "Without me you are nothing! I hope we understand that now". Quickly Harry spun around to see who was shouting at him, wand at the ready in one swift moment. There was nobody but a small group of cute giggling girls all dressed in pale Beauxbatons blue. Realizing they were obviously not who was shouting, Harry then recognized that the voice that had just shouted out behind him was his own. It was an odd tormented version of his own, but his own voice all the same, and he knew without a doubt it was the portion of Voldemort's soul, still waking from it's temporary slumber.

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After the short stroll through the slightly more crowed then usual castle Harry arrived at the familiar door. A quick check of the handle revealed that the door was locked, most likely of Hermione's doing. Looking around to make sure he was unseen Harry silently cast an Alohomora spell and entered the room, casting Colloportus as it closed behind him. Once inside he saw the room had changed since he last sat on the cold stone floor, staring into a mystical mirror. It appeared as if the room was currently being used as an excess storage room, things like old wooden desks, cabinets, and other unused school equipment was pushed against the far wall. Hermione sat crossed legged on a small rug, books and large pieces of parchment on each side or her. Harry immediately recognized the open book by the soft pink hue of the cover as a copy of 'The Veela Allure'. Harry gave Hermione a warm smile as he admired her natural beauty highlighted by her being in her most natural sate of study.

"Are you doing better Harry?", Hermione asked him sweetly.

"Yes actually", Harry responded truthfully, "I guess I just needed a bit of a rest"

Hermione gave a genuine smile at the news of her friend feeling better, before she flipped the page of her open book and said, "About what you said in the Hospital Harry, I've been doing some research… naturally" She giggled as she said the last part. Harry noticed that even though she seemed happy and normal on the outside, he could smell a hint of nervousness in the air. Hermione's strong poker face showing again. "Well, I guess I'll just come out and say it then" Hermione continued, still trying hard to hide any signs of anxiety. "You know how I said you must be part Veela? And then you said that thing in the hospital, about well… you know… wanting to hurt people" Hermione said, her words almost trailing off into inaudibility at the last few words.

"Yes, and I meant it Hermione." Harry responded, no longer feeling the need to be bashful. Harry knew he spoke sincerely as well as he could feel the portion of Voldemort inside of him wanting nothing more than to ravish Hermione there on the floor. It had been growing stronger ever since he woke back up just a short while ago.

Hermione could not hide her anxiety any longer as Harry's words reached her ears. Swallowing to clear her throat Hermione spoke again, "Well Harry I just want you to know…. It's okay, It's okay Harry…. From what I could find in the library, Veela or even Veela ancestors can have these type of urges as they mature. You see Harry, as I'm sure you recognized already, Veela are very well, err… sexual creatures." Harry's ears perked up at this point, he was pretty sure that was the first time the letters s-e-x had ever left Hermione's mouth in that order. "As Veela mature Harry, these urges start turning into needs, and if these needs go unmet… well… the urges can turn violent." Hermione said as she looked at Harry expectantly waiting a response.

"And what does this have to do with me Hermione?" Harry asked her.

"Oh Harry don't you see, like I said before, you must be part Veela, and your a maturing boy and I think that these urges are expressing themselves as violent ones." Hermione said. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment before continuing. "So I think all we have to do is satisfy your more basic urges."

At this point Harry put two and two together, slightly ashamed at himself at how long it took him. "You said we Hermione" Harry said as he stood above her sitting on the floor, taking a step closer so he was on the same rug as her, his hips with a few feet of the top of her head.

Hermione mustered every single ounce of pure Gryffindor courage to look up at Harry as she said, "Yes I did Harry".

If the Voldemort side of Harry cold be enamored, it was in that very moment. Looking down at the curly haired slightly frail looking girl, he wondered if Hermione had any idea what she was really saying. "Did she really want to do this? Doesn't she realize that I will ruin her", Harry thought to himself. "Are you sure you want to do this Hermione?", Harry asked her.

"Yes Harry, I am… even though I am not really sure what that means, but I know I am willing to learn with you Harry, together, we can do this." Hermione said to him.

Harry reached his hand down towards Hermione as an offer to help her to her feet. As she accepted the gesture he could feel just how tender and soft her little hands felt against his. Harry helped her stand up facing him, but did not let go of her hand. Harry studied the seemingly perfect features of her face as he said, "If we do this Hermione, I don't know how much I will be able to hold back, as I said in the Hospital, it's like someone else takes control."

"I can handle it Harry, as long as you go slowly. I'm not ready to do everything Harry, but I think I can at least satisfy those urges if you will just let me try. I want to try. I need to try this, you've saved enough people now please let me try and save you" Hermione whispered to him.

Harry leaned in, intimidatingly close, his lips nearly touching Hermione's ear as he whispered, "You will fail". Those three words echoed a challenge inside Hermione. Hermione Granger does not fail, Hermione Granger has never failed in her life. For just a moment she was rightly offended at Harry's ill-mannered declaration.

"How dare he say something like that, I am here telling him I am willing to help him like this, and he acts if I am not good enough!" Hermione thought to herself angrily. Taking a breath she reminded herself that this was exactly why she needed to help him in the first place. This kind of rude forwardness was not Harry. With this thought Hermione's feeling of being offended turned into fuel for her to continue. Harry standing before her, the Boy-Who-Lived needed a hero of his own, and she stood next to him, ready to fill that spot. With this Hermione reached out and grabbed at the hem of Harry's pants. Though it was unexpected to him, he did not react, instead sat their and savored the raw lust her trembling little adorable hands caused him as she she slipped two fingers into his belt line. Her beautiful brown eyes peered up at him seemingly asking for some sort of visual approval of her actions. Harry only looked at her expectantly, as he placed his left hand possessively on her hip.

Hermione felt Harry grab a hold of her side as she put a third and fourth finger into the front of his pants. She could feel Harry's thick curly pubic hair brushing against the back of her fingers. Hermione could feel her heart thumping in her ears as she inserted her thumb into his waistband as well and began to slowly push her hand down towards his manhood, both nervous and fascinated at what she was about to do. As her thin fingers brushed against Harry's cock a small gasp unintentionally slipped from her lips. Hermione was shocked by the large girth of his semi erect member. "Merlin's beard, this thing can't be designed to fit inside somebody, I can barely fit my hand around it.", Hermione thought to herself. As Hermione took a hold of him she used her other hand to pull at his pants again attempting to free his manhood from the confines of his pants. She continued to tell herself that she was doing this for Harry's benefit, but in her heart she knew she was yearning to pleasure him.

Harry watched intently as Hermione struggled momentarily to free his cock from his pants. Though the looks of shock painted on her face when she got her first look at his size, delighted him, Harry began to get frustrated with her timidness. If it was anyone else in the word standing there now gently running there hand up and down his length, he was sure, he would have thrown them to the floor and used them as he saw fit. Hermione was different to him however, somehow able to speak past the thing that clouded his entire mind, and reach the true Harry deep inside him. This privilege would only get her so far however, as Harry's dark desires burned fierce.

Hermione could not take her eyes off of Harry's cock now that it was free and seemingly fully erect, protruding perfectly solid. Hermione began to stroke her hands up and down him, hoping she was doing it right. For the first time since starting Hermione took her eyes off of Harry's manhood to look up at his face for some sign of approval. His eyes burned back at her, fierce with lust. As Hermione stood there stroking his length somewhat clumsily, Harry reached for the bottom of Hermione's shirt. Pulling the shirt up enough to expose a bit of her pale stomach, Harry slipped his hand underneath grabbing at her warm skin.

Hermione flinched slightly as she felt Harry's hand grab at her exposed skin. It was like his hands were electricity as shocks of pleasure shot up her side from the simple gesture. Enjoying the sensations of the pair of them rubbing each other, Hermione felt Harry grab the other side of her shirt. Now with both his hands holding each side of the bottom of her shirt Harry began to lift it, meaning to pull it completely off Harry said to her, "Let go, and lift your arms Mione."

Hermione froze, "does he really expect me to undress?" she thought to her self

"Hermione I am not going to use my gift on you." Harry told her flatly, "You said you wanted to satisfy me Hermione!" He barked.

It was true, she really did, and his short temper proved why. The old Harry would never shout at her like that. Hermione made the decision right there as she let go of his cock and raised her hands above her head, like a kid letting their parents dress them in the morning. As Harry pulled off Hermione's cute Gryffindor dress shirt, he threw it aside atop her stack of books. Hermione's bra was a very simple black one. Harry instantly realized that she must wear them a bit to small in an attempt to hide her girlish features from the outside world. Harry assumed this was less to do with being shy, and more to do with simply not wanting the distractions that came with boys attention. Either way he was pleasantly surprised with her gorgeous breasts.

Without warning Harry wrapped his arms around the now very coy Hermione, and pulled her in for the pairs second ever kiss. Hermione forgot all about being bashful as Harry's strong arms wrapped around her, and his mouth met hers passionately, his tongue gently probing her mouth. As Hermione did her best to return his intense kiss, she did not even feel his hand unclasp her bra in one fluid motion. Harry pushed her softly back against one of the many large stone pillars that dotted the room, and took a short step-back, taking his own large cock in his hand, beginning to stroke it slowly. As this happened Hermione suddenly became astutely aware of her own nakedness as she stood there bra unclasped, Harry staring at her as his balls slowly swang as he stroked himself.

"Take it off Hermione, and put your hands behind your back." Harry instructed her.

"But Harry…." Hermione trailed off her argument as she saw the fierce look in his eyes. She felt in over her head at this point, but she told herself again, "I have to do this, he needs this, he needs to be saved". Hermione's bra dropped to the floor, and her hands went obediently behind her back as she lifted her chin in an attempt to feint courage. Harry continued to stroke his straining cock as he surveyed the half naked Hermione. Her tits were seemingly perfectly pert as they gently bounced slightly each time she moved. Her soft pale skin lacking of any muscle tone was the most beautiful thing he could imagine. Still stroking himself with his right hand, Harry reached out with his left and squeezed the soft curve of her young hips. He watched as Hermione's eyes softly closed in pleasure and anxiety as he ran his masculine hands up and down her side, from hip to ribcage.

"I am going to ask one last thing of you Mione." Harry said as he rubbed himself and her side. Without wanting to make a sound, Hermione simply shook her head 'yes', determined to do what he asked. "Good, now pinch your nipple as I do this." Harry said, continuing to stroke.

"Pinch…..my…. Nipple?" Hermione asked in a nervous whisper.

"Yes, I told you I want to hurt people Hermione, so this time I want you to do it for me." Harry said callously.

Knowing this was the repressed Veela side of him coming out in violent urges, Hermione breathed deep and took one of her own stiff nipples between her thumb and pointer finger, giving it a gentle squeeze that sent a shiver down her spine. Her eyes returned to Harry's manhood, as she began to tease her own nipple with one hand, her other hand still behind her back. As Hermione started to lose herself in the sensations she was causing, she was interrupted by Harry saying, "Do I need to show you how to make it hurt Hermione"

Hermione blushed as she realized she had forgot about the reason she started doing this in the first place. Continuing she pinched down on her own nipple, until she could feel the pain coming from it. Seeing the small discomfort on Hermione's face, Harry sped up his own strokes of his cock. The fact that this perfect little girl was debasing herself so outwardly for him drove him wild. "Harder", Harry nearly shouted at her, as he continued on himself. Knowing that it would satisfy him, Hermione pinched down even harder on her own nipple causing her to grit her teeth in pain, without ever taking her eyes off of Harry's large cock.

As Hermione continued to abuse one of her nipples, Harry reached out and grabbed the side of her face, with his thumb resting on her chin, not breaking rhythm with his other hand. In response Hermione finally took her impure eyes from Harry's cock to meet his seemingly loving gaze. As the two stood there in the unused room, Hermione's back against large stone pillar, one hand aggressively tweaking her nipple, Harry moved his thumb from her chin to her lips. For a moment he rubbed them, appreciating the delicateness, before he began to push his thumb into her mouth. Immediately as if on instinct only, Hermione began to lightly suck on his thumb. Harry began to run his thumb over her wet tongue as she did this, occasionally using his thumb to stretch her cheek much like a fishhook, exploring her mouth as he saw fit.

"Twist it, make it hurt Mione!" Harry snapped at her again, as he wrenched her head slightly to the side with his thumb against her cheek. Hermione responded silently by adding even more painful twisting motions to her already painful squeezing of her nipple. Her breathing became heavy as she tried not to scream out in intense pain. No longer sucking on Harry's finger she held her mouth obediently open for him to molest.

"Now touch yourself you little slut!" Harry ordered her aggressively. It was odd to Hermione, Harry was yelling at her like he hated her, but for some sick twisted reason his words seemed to fuel the deepest parts of her libido. It was like up until this point she hadn't even thought about her own desires, but now that he had ordered her, or even give her permission to do so, she realized she was practically dripping wet with want.

Still wrenching on her own nipple, Hermione quickly dove her free hand down the waistband of her skirt. The immediate pleasure was matched, and somehow even heightened by the great pain she was causing herself. With his thumb still in Hermione's panting mouth, Harry took a small step closer to her so that his large pink cock head was resting against her soft tummy as he continued to jack himself off. "Harder!" Harry yelled at her again, as he jerked himself against her, spreading pre-cum around her small stomach just below her navel.

Hermione cried out in both pleasure and pain as she plunged deeper into herself while further torturing her own nipple to her absolute limit. "Ah Mione you perfect little whore", Harry cried out as his body was thrown into the blissful pleasure of an orgasm. Hermione felt Harry's hot seed began slowly leaking down her stomach and even making its way onto her hand and fingers as she rubbed herself. The pure depravity of it was to much for her as she succumbed to her own powerful orgasm, her hand inside of her soaked in both her own and Harry's bodily fluids.

Hermione layed her head on Harry's chest as she recovered from her orgasm. Neither of them had released their holds on themselves, Harry still slowly stroking his shrinking cock against her bare stomach as Hermione played gently with her sensitive nipple and massaged her clit slowly. Eventually Harry wrapped his arms lovingly around Hermione's nude body and pulled her in tight, his flaccid cock still out of his pants and pressed flat against her stomach, while her bare breast pressed against the rough cloth of his Hogwarts shirt. As Hermione removed her hand from her skirt she returned the gesture by hugging him tight around the waist, Harry leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Thank you Hermione… You were right I think… I feel much better." Harry said honestly. "Are you okay", Harry asked her, now truly worried about her well being, as well as feeling a bit ashamed in his own actions.

"Yeah…. I am… That was just... intense", Hermione said with an exhausted laugh. "But do yo really think it worked Harry?" She inquired.

"Yeah I do", Harry spoke truthfully as he could actually feel the hold Voldemort's soul had on him seemingly temporarily, slightly repelled. Harry came to the realization that, even though Hermione's original hypothesis of Veela blood was flawed, it seemed that the out come was still the same. With conquest, sexual like this, or even non-sexual like at World Cup, Harry could push the evil clouding his mind a side momentarily. "You amaze me you know that Mione?… Everything… your right about everything" Harry said as he kissed Hermione's temple.

Hermione chuckled happily at Harry's sentiment as she squeezed Harry tighter. She felt as if she had just vanquished some great beast within Harry. The only evidence of battle one very sore nipple and a still tingling pussy. "You know I was a serious when I said we are going to beat this thing Harry", Hermione said still holding on to him, face buried in his chest. The two stood there for a while in each others arms, enjoying the privacy the locked unused room afforded them. After a few minutes of this, as well as the occasional shared kiss, Hermione felt something twitch against her still exposed belly. Hermione quickly came to the realization that it was Harry's cock hardening against her again.

At first Hermione was amazed that he could be getting excited again after only a short few minuted. Then the fear of realization set in, "Of course he was ready, even somebody only a tenth Veela would be a hyper sexual creature." Hermione thought to herself. How in Merlin's Beard could she possibly keep up with those urges.

Chapter 8: Consequences of Conscience

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As Harry and Hermione finally separated their embrace, Harry slid his somehow still semi stiff cock back into his pants as Hermione gathered her discarded shirt and bra from the floor. Harry adored the natural beauty of Hermione as she un-abashedly leaned over to grab her clothes, letting her small but well proportioned perky tits to bounce as they hung openly. Without the need to even grab his wand in his pocket, Harry cast a scourgeify on the both of them, cleaning his mess that dripped from the bottom of her belly button to the very top of her mound. Hermione felt an odd warm sensation as he did this, telltale of a scourgeify, but she knew she didn't hear him cast one

"Did you just…" Hermione questioned him, giving him a surprised look as she re-clasped her tight bra.

"What", Harry said with a sly smile, knowing very well what she was asking.

"And I assume what, you've been doing wordless magic since this break then?" Hermione continued to question him curiously.

"Wordless?" Harry chuckled, "How about this". Harry showed Hermione both of his clearly empty palms turning them back and fourth theatrically like a muggle magician would do. He then cast a wordless, wandless Wingardium Leviosa on the shirt she had yet to put on.

Hermione let out a sharp, "Harry!" as her shirt was pulled from her loose grip and floated above her head. Her voice filled with both shock and playfulness. Hermione jumped and reached for her hovering shirt causing her breasts to bounce with each attempt. Enjoying the show, Harry lowered her shirt to just within her reach. Just as she jumped Harry pulled it away from her teasingly, as a sly smiled spread across his face. After a few repeats of the same maneuver, Hermione pulled out her wand and said, "Accio Shirt!", causing it to shoot down towards her. As soon as it reached her hands, Harry let his hold of it go and allowed Hermione to get dressed. Patting her hair down after pulling her head through her shirt Hermione looked at Harry and said, "Do you honestly realize how impressive that is Harry? There are teachers who can't even do that sort of thing!"

"Well like I said Mione, ever since I tapped into that thing inside me, it all just comes naturally suppose." Harry replied

"You know, maybe you should talk to Dumbledore about it, I'm sure he would like to know that you have suddenly…" Hermione started to say before she was cutoff.

"No!" Harry shouted loudly, surprising even himself with the outburst. Harry did not know why he was so quickly, vehemently adverse to the suggestion, but he soon realized it was most likely Voldemort's gift answering for him. "I mean… no," Harry said in a much softer tone of voice, "It's fine, it's not like me doing wandless magic is hurting anybody". As Harry said this he immediately thought of Lavender Brown naked, bent over a wooden chair with her hands behind her back, crying. The sickly feeling of needing to vomit began stirring in the bottom of his gut.

"Fine, fine…" Hermione said trying to hide her worry, "Just promise me Harry if you start to think about you know…," Hermione shook her head trying to say the remaining words without having to speak them.

"Dark things?" Harry tried to finish her sentence.

"Yes exactly, and if you do, I want you to talk to me or Dumbledore, Okay Harry?" Hermione asked him.

"Come on, it's almost curfew, we should head back." Harry said without answering her question. He then began to grab the books and parchment she had layed out on the small rug before he entered, and started to put them in her bookbag for her. Hermione wanted to grab his arm, to stop him and make him explicitly promise that he would go directly to Dumbledore or herself if he had anymore urges, but something told her it was not the right time. Maybe it was because it was just a short while after the single most intense experience of her young life, or maybe it was just the simple look on his face. His smile was the same old Harry Potter smile she had become accustom to the past three years, and not the stern piercing gaze she had seen on his face since he came through the floo in the Weasley's fireplace only a few days ago. Feeling somehow defeated and victorious at the same time, Hermione accepted her bookbag from Harry as he handed to her, and began to follow him out of the room.

Out in the hallway, the pair both realized that it was much later than they previously assumed. Their shared moment having lasted much longer than they realized. Just as they started to make their way quickly back to the tower, Harry grabbed Hermione by her arm and said, "Wait one last thing." He then pulled her in close, put one hand on the side of her face and kissed her passionately. At the same time Harry used his gift, for the first time that day, to dump the feelings of love and caring over her. The experience was surreal for Hermione, it was like a lullaby being sung to her while she was still in the womb.

Harry broke the kiss after a few moments, not wanting to reduce Hermione a drooling mess of happiness like he knew was possible from his experiences with his aunt. "Sorry, I just had to say thank you again". He told her with a smile. Hermione was elated as she smiled lovingly back at him. It was in that very moment that Hermione finally began to admit to herself that she was truly smitten. As the two continued down the hallway, Hermione slipped her hand into Harry's, and gave it a small loving squeeze. She was enamored and did not care if the whole world knew, not Ron, not Ginny, not Dumbledore, not anyone.

Just as Harry and Hermione reached the landing before the Grand Staircase, Professor Snape's unmistakable cold voice cut through the hall, "Potter!". The two turned around to meet his unfaltering sneer. Harry without even realizing instinctively took a small step foreword, putting himself between Hermione and Snape, as if Snape may lunge at them at any moment.

"Miss Granger, that's ten points from Gryffindor for being out after curfew, now make your way back to your common-room, Dumbledore would like a word with Potter and I'm sure Mr. Potter can make it there with-out you needing to hold his hand along the way." Snape spat.

Hermione took a step foreword as if to start a rebuttal, but Harry quickly put his arm up to stop her and said, "It's okay Hermione, don't wait up for me". Hermione gave him one last worried look before she turned and headed up the moving stairs.

"Now Potter, come along" Snape said in a tone that almost seemed as if he was excited, like he was expecting Dumbledore to issue out some great punishment. As Harry began to follow Snape to the Headmaster's office, he was suddenly hit by a wall of anxiety. At that moment one name rang in his head, "Lavender Brown". Harry knew there must be a group of wizards in Dumbledore's office ready and waiting to haul him off to Azkaban for his crimes. He wanted to run, to curse Snape in the back and flee into the Forbidden Forest, to go and find Sirius so the two could live together as fugitives. He wanted nothing more then to somehow call Voldemort's gift to the surface, because it that moment he was sure that it would be much more cool headed in such an adverse situation. They had reached the Headmaster's staircase, it was already down, awaiting there arrival. Harry could not stop his hands from trembling. Snape stood in front of the staircase and gestured Harry towards it as if to say he was to go alone. Harry could feel himself having to remember to breathe as he walked foreword into the staircase. Immediately the staircase lurched as it began its small helix movement upwards.

Harry forced his legs to walk him into the familiar room of Dumbledore's office. Inside Harry saw only Dumbledore. The Headmaster stood in front of the Phoenix Fawkes. In one hand Dumbledore held a small pouch the size of a coin purse, in the other hand he held a silvery spoon he would dip into the pouch, scoping out a fine powdery pink substance. He then held out the spoon and let Fawkes peck and eat from it. Seemingly noticing Harry's appearance Dumbledore turned to him and said, "Ah Harry my dear boy. I was just feeding Fawkes here his favorite, crushed pink Chrysanthemum petals." Adjusting his half-moon spectacles to the very end of his nose he continued with a smile, "You know they say they should only eat the yellow Chrysanthemums, but alas I just can't tell him no."

Harry couldn't help but let out a short giggle, in both sudden relief and the simple absurdity of it. Here he was sure that he was about to be hauled off to Azkaban for his sexual assault on a fellow student, and Dumbledore was talking to him about spoon feeding his Pheonix flower petals. Though the portion of Voldemort inside him seemed to be semi dormant at the moment, Harry could almost feel it laughing as well. It was as if Dumbledore had an allure of his own the way he was able to quickly shift Harry's entire demeanor.

Dumbledore then turned towards Harry, placing the pouch in on of his many robe pockets, and without any further delay asked calmly, "Harry, did you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

A twinge of anxiety leaped into Harry's throat momentarily. Pushing it back down, Harry decided that with everything that had happened in the last few months, he really just couldn't worry himself over this, so he looked at Dumbledore and said, "Yes sir I did".

For the first time since entering the room Harry saw a small hint of worry on Dumbledore's face. "Oh Harry…" Dumbledore said as he took the spectacles from his nose and began to wipe them on his robe. "To be young and full of vigor" Dumbledore continued, "Now Harry, I want you to know I am not angry, nor can I say I would not have done the same at your age, but I am not sure you realize what you have done." Harry chose to stay silent as he listened. "Now I know you missed my speech at the feast because you followed your young friend out, and I do not blame you for that either, but you may have missed some important information."

"I'm sorry sir, I just", Harry started to say.

"Quite alright my dear boy, quite alright, as I just said, to be young and full of vigor." Dumbledore assured him. "Now as I was saying, this tournament Harry, many of its rules are binding, and now that your name is in there, I'm afraid we just have to let things take its course. If you are selected as Hogwarts Champion you will be forced to compete."

Harry wanted to tell him not to worry, to tell him that whatever the test he would handle it with ease, but he chose to bite his tongue. Dumbledore continued on, "These challenges will most definitely be very dangerous, and if you do get chosen I do not want you to hesitate to come to me, and though strictly speaking I am not allowed to help the champions, I'm sure you could use someone to talk to if that time comes…. Now with my part said I am sure you are wanting to get back to your common-room, so I will not delay you any longer." Dumbledore said with a smile. "Unless you have something you wish to me Harry?" Dumbledore added, giving Harry a look that shot another twinge of adrenaline into his system. Harry knew he must keep a calm exterior no matter how much his inside were riddled with worry.

"Thank you Sir," Harry said as he returned the smile and turned to head for the staircase again. Just as Harry reached the staircase he turned and asked Dumbledore, "Sir, did you bring me here because you think I will be selected?"

Dumbledore tilted his head down to peer over his half moon spectacles at Harry and said, "I think any one that could get around my age line could be chosen as the Champion of any school my dear boy,"

Harry laughed to himself as he turned and headed down the stairs, He didn't even know himself how he got past that line. As Harry stepped out of the staircase and into the corridor, he heard a familiar voice shout out from seemingly everywhere at once, "We should have lied to the old fool, he would have believed it!". It was the same twisted version of his own voice ringing in his head. Ignoring this Harry continued on through the quite halls and into the empty common room. Though he wished he could talk with Hermione more, he promptly retired to the boys dorm and found sleep rather easily.

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Before Harry even fully opened his eyes the following morning, he could feel the dark magic was once again potently pumping through his veins. That same calculated, ruthless, angry energy clearly indicative of Voldemort's soul clouded his mind. It was not nearly at the same level as the night he forced himself on Lavender Brown, but it was definitely strong. Pulling back the curtains of his four poster, he saw that Ron and a few other of the boys were already awake and getting dressed for the day. He could immediately tell that something was up with Ron as he seemingly ignored Harry's presence all together, turning his back to him as he pulled a pair of black socks from his ad started to put them on. Though usually Harry would question his friend to see what was bothering him, at the moment he really just could not be bothered, and began to get ready as well.

After finishing up the basic morning routine, and dawning the usual Gryffindor outfit, Harry headed down into the common room. As soon as he entered, Ron, who was sitting by Hermione, got up and began walking towards him. It was evident that he was still upset with Harry.

"So is it true then? Hermione says I'm crazy but the whole school says otherwise." Ron said in an obviously annoyed tone of voice.

That dark part of Harry wanted answer his first question with, 'Yes it's true me and Hermione are involved', but decided to bite his tongue, if nothing more than for her sake. Instead Harry answered with, "Well what Hermione says is usually true, but what is the whole school saying?"

"That you put our name in the Goblet of Fire you git!", Ron said in a near shout. The majority of the common room looked their way at the sudden noise. Harry's anger flared at the insult but his exterior stayed perfectly unwavering. In a way he could see how Ron would be upset, the pair did basically everything together since the first time they met on the Hogwart's Express.

"Look Ron, there were these Beauxbatons girls, and they were all putting their names in, and you know the really pretty one… I mean you know what its like when she's around…", as Harry spoke he let a bit of his calming allure trickle out of him. "It's like she's Veela or something, and she asked me my name, and next thing I knew I was standing inside the age line and putting my name in the goblet." Harry lied in such a way that he knew would speak to Ron's own easily manipulated emotions, since he knew that Ron could not possibly claim that he was immune to stupidity in the presence of any of the girls from Beauxbatons. As Harry spoke, the realization was clearly visible as it washed over Ron.

"Oh… right,… errr, I thought you were just trying to get your name in there…. without me, you know." Ron said as he started to look at the floor in shame over his anger. "But how in the bloody hell did you do it Harry? You must have heard what happened to Fred and George when they tried." Ron continued on curiously.

"Mate, I have no idea, ask that Veela girl." Harry said with a chuckle, knowing very well that Ron would never be capable of forming coherent questions in front of her.

"Well, you know Hermione didn't believe me when I asked her, you should probably let her in on it before they pull your name out of the Goblet tonight.", Ron said skipping over the apology he knew he should make.

"Right, thanks mate" Harry said as he walked towards Hermione sitting on the couch, book in her lap like usual. Coming up behind Hermione, Harry placed a hand on her shoulder, and asked, "We should head down for breakfast you ready?"

"Yeah we were just waiting for you, did you to make up already.. that was fast." Hermione said as she slipped the book she was reading into her bag. As she did this Harry saw that the cover read, 'Wandless Wizards and Wordless Witches', an odd title for a book about non verbal, and non-wand magic.

As the trio headed out of the portrait hole, Harry said in the most matter of fact tone of voice "Oh yeah I put my name in the Goblet of Fire."

"WHAT!", Hermiones shout echoed though the stone halls.

Chapter 9: School Work

Notes:

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Chapter Text

From breakfast all the way up until the dinner feast where Dumbledore would pull the names from the cup, Hogwarts was wild with rumors about The-Boy-Who-Lived. From his seeming total defeat of seven adult wizards just a few days prior to the large group of witnesses who saw him casually walk into the age line set up by the famed Dumbledore. It seemed the whole castle had an opinion about Harry at the moment that they felt obliged to share. Some were already convinced he would be picked as Gryffindor's Champion that night, while others like the entirety of Slytherin thought that he was a right pompous ass that had no business in the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Either way all the attention Harry was getting throughout the day, positive or negative was not good for anyone. With Voldemort's influence continually growing again within him, the negative comments and people staring side-eyed while they whispered to their friends only fueled the emotions that used to be so foreign to him like, hate, and rage. Multiple times that day, Harry made use of the powerful disillusionment charm he discovered he was capable of the night before last to simply disappear within it all.

At one point during the school day as Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked from Potions to History of Magic, Harry was not using the spell. As the trio walked, Ron began steering the conversation towards the Tournament as everyone that day seemed to do. "You know, Fred and George told me that in the last tournament a long time ago, they had to catch a twelve foot cockatrice!" Ron exclaimed, gesturing his hands excitedly.

"That's absolutely ridiculous Ron, cockatrices don't get that big." Hermione stated bluntly.

"Well of course not Hermione, they were obviously enchanted don't you see." Ron explained to her as if it was the most obvious thing ever. Hermione rolled her eyes in exasperation as Ron continued on, "I betcha they have you face something that cool for a task Harry."

"If it's a Hippogriff I will win for sure." Harry said jokingly. He enjoyed the casual conversation with his friends, even if in the back of his mind he knew he would be victorious in dominate fashion, and he craved the chance to prove it. To prove his power.

"IF, you even get selected that is Harry." Hermione said in the most, not afraid to spoil the fun Hermione fashion.

"Oh bugger off will you Hermione! We both saw seven!" Ron held up seven of his fingers towards Hermione, "seven full grown wizards running away from him. If that's not champion material, nobody is." Ron said as he put a robed arm around Harry's shoulder.

"I just don't see why the Goblet would pick him if wizards under seventeen are not allowed in" Hermione argued.

"I for one hope it picks him. I hear champions die all the time in these sort of tournaments" Draco Malfoy's cold arrogant voice called out from behind the group.

As the three turned around to see the silvery blonde haired Slytherin followed closely by Crabe and Goyle, it was Ron who was first to speak, just as Harry opened his mouth to say something as well. "You know Draco, I've heard they've never had a Slytherin Champion, something about them always being to scared of the challenge!" Ron said aggressively with fists clenched, indicative of a younger sibling constantly standing up for himself the muggle way.

"Shut it Weasley, the only challenge you've ever know is trying to force milk out of your mothers dried up old tits!" Draco said with hatred in his voice. It seemed as if all the attention Harry was getting over putting his name in the Goblet only fueled Draco's usual snarky attitude into anger.

Though this insult was aimed at Ron, Harry took it to heart. It was as if in that moment he realized that Molly Weasley was the closest thing to a living mother he had ever had. That familiar voice echoed through Harry's mind as his anger quickly spiraled to the point of no control, "Kill them, here in the courtyard, kill them for all to see!" the voice said, only audible to Harry. Quickly and visibly he pulled his wand out of his robe pocket, brandishing it foreword. "Turn around and leave now Draco, and take the oafs with you, before I end you." He spoke clearly through the hall for all to hear. Students from all three of the schools spaced themselves from the confrontation as everybody watched with bated breath. Ron looked side eyed at Harry, unsure of what to expect next, slightly frightened by the sudden outburst. Hermione stepped up behind him and placed a singular hand on his upper back, in an attempt to defuse the situation.

Draco just stood there as if he had not expected his words to have consequences and now did not know how to handle them. His usual sneer covering up a face of growing nervousness. Becoming ever more angry at Draco's refusal either run or fight Harry yelled again. "Turn around or grab you wand Draco!" His wand was foreword but pointed at the ground as he yelled again, "Grab it!. The cold hatred of Voldemort evident in his voice.

Out of sheer stupidity or a simple act of unwarranted bravery, Crabbe was the first to act. His hand dove into the loose fabric of his robe pocket and he began to yank out his wand clumsily.

Before Crabbe's wand was halfway out of his pocket, Harry's voice cut through the corridor, "Stupefy!". The spell hit Crabbe directly in the center of his chest causing him to be forcibly shoved backwards as he lost consciousness and fell to the floor. As Draco and Goyle heard Harry's spell they quickly went for there own wands as well. Harry quickly put down Goyle with a matching Stupefy. This gave Malfoy just enough time to shout "Confringo!", sending a powerful blast towards the trio. Before the spell was even halfway to Harry he had already put up a wordless Protego. The spell hit the shield causing a loud rinning blast to echo through the corridor as the force of the explosion rippled off the shield and around Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

As Harry went to cast a third Stupefy, he heard Hermione's voice shout out from beside him fiercely, "Expelliarmus!", Malfoy's wand went flying up into the air.

Harry felt a hint of pride at Hermione's actions but, he still went further into the attack. Silently Harry grabbed the end of Draco's tie with a Wingardium Leviosa. In one fluid motion Harry spun it around Draco's skinny neck and yanked it tightly into the air. Pulling tight enough to cause Draco to be only able to stand on the tips of his toes, while his fingers started to claw at the tie in search of air. The crowd around watched in shock as Malfoy's face slowly started to turn red and into purple.

As Hermione began to pull at Harry's arm in a desperate attempt to get him to stop, Professor Moody's voice shouted through the corridor, "All right Harry that's enough, let the boy go!". Harry only pulled the makeshift noose tighter, causing Malfoy's feet to be lifted completely of the ground, his entire weight hanging by the fabric of his tie. "Diffindo!", Moody growled as he cut Malfoy's tie clean off with a severing charm. As Malfoy was cut free he fell to his knees, coughing and gagging with two hands still clutching his own throat. "What in the blazes do you think you're doing boy! You can't go strangling each other! Have some more respect for the magic and transfigure him into a toad or a ferret if you're really wantin the message to get 'cross Potter." Moody said to Harry as his real eye studied Harry's face, while his blue eye was locked onto Harry's wand. Not saying anything Harry stared back at him. He wanted to curse Professor Moody as well for interrupting him. "Well then, what are you waiting for, off to class now, all of yuh, I'll handle this mess," Moody said gruffly as he turned towards the two unconscious students and Malfoy.

"Come on Harry, we really should go...please," Hermione said as she now clung to his non wand arm.

Harry wanted more, it wasn't enough. Like an animal who's prey slipped just out of reach, he was hungry. He also began to feel the telltale signs of an erection, brought on from the public domination of the three Slytherins, much like the night after the World Cup. Unlike that night however, Voldemort's soul wasn't quenched, the morsels of sustenance not enough. Hermione tugged on Harry's arm again, pulling herself close into him. Still holding his wand tightly, he looked over into her beautiful brown eyes staring back into his. Half of his brain saw love and salvation. The other half saw only more prey. He wanted to attack her as well. Stun her there in the middle of the corridor, and use her body as he saw fit, for everyone to witness. To mark her with his seed, claiming her before the watching eyes. Hermione only stared back at him, holding on to his arm, pleading him to just go to class and forget this whole mess. In that moment she was the singular person on that planet who knew most about him, about who he truly was, and she was scared. What she didn't know is that her look of compassionate petition was the sole thing repelling the might of Voldemort's power within Harry, and it was winning.

"Fine," Harry finally said as he placed his wand back into his pocket, "Thank you Hermione."

"Come on mate, you know he is nothing more than a snake, lets head to class." Ron said as he gave the still panting Malfoy one last look before the group turned around and head away from the situation. Leaving Moody behind to deal with the three Slytherin boys, as well as a hall full of shocked onlooking students.

As they distanced themselves from the scene, Hermione began to think to herself, "This anger was less than twenty-four hours after we did that stuff together. Does he need it every day? Maybe more than that?", another growing pit of worry started to open in her gut.

Harry was not fully satisfied with how the hallway incident played out, the dark bits of his mind wanted more, it wanted blood. Being already close to the point of cursing the next person who tried to talk to him, Harry threw up the powerful Disillusionment Charm the moment he walked into Professor Bins painfully boring History of magic class. Even though Harry probably didn't need to continue it, because more than half the class was using the time to catch up on missed sleep, Harry kept the charm going strong, enjoying the privacy and quiet it brought him, as not even Hermione who sat next to him seemed to realize he was there. As the ethereal Professor Bins droned on monotonously about the rise and fall of floo prices in the early 1700's, Harry in search of some needed distraction pulled out his wand and began to shift and move small things around the class room silently. Sliding a book halfway out and back into its spot on the shelf, to inching someones quill slowly off the side of their desk. Doing this Harry enjoyed just how well he was now able to perfectly fine-tune the movement of things with his Wingardium Leviosa. It was as he folded a piece of parchment that was two desks away into a perfectly symmetrical paper airplane, that he got a curious idea.

Harry wanted to see just how much he could get away with manipulating somebody else without them noticing, from the relative invisibility of his Disillusionment Charm. Harry started this by pointing his wand and the back of a Hufflepuff girl he couldn't care to remember the name of, and used his Leviosa to raise a small portion of her hair gently into the air without pulling on it. With his head propped up on his hand and elbow on the desk he lazily made her hair dance for a few moments. Getting bored quickly, Harry gave the portion of hair he had levitating a tug backwards, causing her head to be pulled backwards slightly with it. The girl quickly spun around in her seat to see who pulled her hair, and seemingly looked through Harry without seeing him, before turning back around with a scowl on her face.

Turning around in his own seat, Harry looked for his next source of entertainment, in the form of one of the classes females. As if Harry had just drank liquid luck, sitting directly behind him was the pretty pig-tailed blonde Hufflepuff, Hannah Abbott. Similar to how Harry was sat moments ago, she had one elbow on the desk, balancing her head in her hand as she, like most of the students, appeared to be sleeping. Under her robes she did not wear her vest, dressed only in the standard Hogwarts white button up shirt, as well as matching Hufflepuff tie and skirt.

Harry pointed his wand at Hannah's left foot, wanting to test just how asleep she was he moved it slowly about and inch to the left, slightly increasing the distance between her thighs and knees. To his excitement, the young witch continued to dream peacefully. Resuming his efforts, Harry continued to slowly scoot the girls feet across the floor, at what seemed to be less than an inch a minute. When Harry guessed they were about halfway through the class he had the tall blondes long legs far enough apart that he could fully see the front of her cute little cotton panties. They were a basic white color patterned with cute little brown owls. The soft cotton material of them caused the imprint of her pussy to be clearly visible. At this point Harry's dick pressed hard against the inside of his pants, as he enjoyed the feeling of playing with Hannah like a puppet. Sure, Harry knew he could probably just overload anyone he wanted in the room with his allure, but it was thrilling to expose someone like this in the middle of class, knowing he was practically undetectable, but anyone, even Professor Bins himself could turn around and know exactly what her panties looked like.

As Harry started to absentmindedly stroke himself through his pants he realized that he had someone right next to him that would probably do it for him. Easily Harry shifted his Disillusionment to envelope Hermione again. This changed nothing in the class room as she was the only one giving Bins full attention, and he nor anyone else was paying her any attention. Still mostly staring at Hannah's panties Harry slid his free hand over, and placed it over Hermione's hand. As if Hermione only just remembered Harry was there beside her, she gave him a small smile, just before a hint of nervousness could be seen in her face, due to the fact that Ron sat just on the other side of her across from Harry. In that moment Harry got another semi-brilliant idea that could probably be attributed to Voldemort more than himself. Wanting to tell Hermione something silently, he remembered a spell Tom Riddle cast in the Chamber of Secrets, Flagrate. Pointing his wand at her open book he attempted this spell. Even though he had never exactly performed the spell before, he had seen Riddle do it, and knowing that he all but had a copy of his mind, or powers, or soul, or whatever it was inside of himself, he was positive it would come easy to him.

Hermione watched as small subtly glowing letters began to form on the pages of her open book.

'Don't worry, nobody can see us', Harry wrote with the spell.

Hermione gave him a look of confusion as she mouthed, 'What do you mean'.

Giving his wand a small swish he wrote, 'Disillusionment Charm. Harry then pointed his wand at the already irritated girl in front of him again and gave her hair another yank, making sure Hermione saw him do it. The girl immediately swung her head around as if trying to catch the prankster. Again she just looked on past Harry and now Hermione like they were not there, angrily turning back around when she could only see sleeping students. Though Hermione was partially annoyed at his childlike antics of pulling someones hair, more so she was impressed with his disillusionment charm working so well.

Pointing his wand at Hermione's book again, Harry wrote, 'I need your help again'

Hermione's immediate reaction of confusion quickly turned into shock mixed with a bit of fear as she realized what he might mean. "No he couldn't possibly mean right now… there is thirty minutes left in class. I guess I should have seen this coming after Malfoy, should I have tried to do something for him before class?" She thought to herself. Hermione was quickly feeling as if she was in over her head.

Harry saw the hesitation in Hermione's eyes and it angered him, "you said to come to you when I felt these urges Hermione," Harry thought to himself. With a short sigh Harry turned to face Hermione, putting both of his legs on the side of his chair facing her. Then he grabbed the front right leg and the very back of her chair and gave it a tug towards himself. The chair made a dull screeching noise, seemingly heard by no-one as Hermione was pulled to Harry and somewhat in between his spread legs. Ignoring the slight shock in Hermione's eyes, Harry gave a quick look over at Hannah as he began to fish his large dick out of his pants, right there in the middle of class. Staring directly into Hermione's brown eyes he slowly began to stroke his length.

Without breaking eye contact Harry grabbed Hermione's hand again and began to place it on his own crotch. Hermione let it happened as she gently wrapped her delicate fingers around his girth. She simply held her hand there for a moment, still frozen with the fear of being in the center of a classroom. Harry couldn't wait any longer. He needed release and he was tired of Hermione's coyness. She should consider herself lucky he wasn't forcing her to use her pretty little mouth.

Letting out a small sigh harry removed his right hand from Hermione's and placed it on the back of her neck. Pulling Hermione in close he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "You or Her".

As Hermione's head was forcibly turned to the side, she noticed the sleeping blonde girl. As she looked down, her heart sank into her stomach when she saw her legs spread unnaturally far apart, giving her a direct view at her schoolmates most sensitive parts only covered by a bit of white fabric. The outline of the girls vagina was visible through her underwear as a small bit of the fabric had pushed itself inside. Surely he couldn't be serious, did Harry spread her legs like this, did he mean he would force her to masturbate him. Hermione was scared, between this exposing of his class mate to the attack on Malfoy, she was worried about the state of his mind. In that moment Hermione accepted that she must continue, for Harry and for everyone else's sake. That and that she was in over her head if his Veela side was going to continue to need this much sexual attention.

Looking back at Harry with determination in her eyes, she began to stroke his dick, right there in the middle of class, like some dirty little slut. "Finally," Harry thought to himself as Hermione eventually started to work his dick. Her hands looked so small, struggling to wrap around its girth, it was incredibly sexy. Turning his head to continue spying on Hannah's spread open legs he noticed Hermione's gaze followed his over, for a moment before she turned to watch his cock again. Once more Harry grabbed Hermione by the back of her head and pulled her in closer, as he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Look at her Hermione…. Look at her while you play with me." Harry's voice sent a shiver down her spine. Unhappily, Hermione obeyed, turning her head again to stare at Hannah Abbot's underwear.

Harry savored the sight of his innocent best friend staring at another girls privates there in the middle of class as she jacked him off. It was incredibly sexy to him as it was so far from anything anyone would expect Hermione to do, showing just how truly she was devoted to pleasing him.

Still enjoying the sensations her hands were causing Harry grabbed his wand in one hand and again leaned in close placing his lips against Hermione's ear, he whispered, "If you look away from her, I drop the Disillusionment". He then silently cast, 'Evanesco', on Hannah's panties causing them to vanish off of her, giving both Hermione and himself a clear view of her naked slightly spread pussy.

Hermione's breath got caught in her throat for a second as she saw the smooth lips of Hannah Abbot's pussy. Her instinct was to look away in politeness, but her eyes didn't budge, she couldn't risk Harry exposing the both of them right there in the middle of class. Sure the girls dorms were fairly open, and she had caught a few accidental glimpses of her housemates, but this was the first time she had every really looked at another girls most private of parts. Only having her own as a comparison she immediately noticed the lack of hair, as Hannah was completely devoid of it, where as she had never consider the idea of removing her own. "Is that what boys like? Is that what Harry likes?" she thought to herself as she continued to diligently stroke Harry's cock.

It was depraved, it was sick, it was the middle of class and she was staring at her classmates vagina as she stroked her friend. It was not proper, or right, or okay, but she was wet. Merlin why was she wet. She was a good girl, top of her class every year, she wasn't like some of those Slytherin harlots who only talked of boys and very naughty things. Sure she was technically doing "stuff" with Harry, but that was just for his own good, to save him. He needed it not her. He was making her stare at Hannah's privates, he was making her stroke his beautiful cock in class, but he wasn't using his allure, so why in blazes why she wet, why did she feel the need to scratch that most primal of itches.

As Hermione's hand continued to run up and down his length, Harry leaned in close to Hermione's ear again and whispered, "Look at it Hermione, isn't it sexy. Think of how tight and warm it is. Imagine what it what look like if I rammed this fat fucking cock into it." Hermione couldn't help but imagine exactly what he said as he said it, no matter how sick depraved and twisted the things he was saying were. "Do you think she would scream?" He continued. "How many fingers do you think you could fit into that tight fucking cunt Mione… three?… four? Your fist?" Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her chair but did not look away from Hannah's vagina or break her steady rhythm on Harry's cock. "Think of how she would squirm in pain with your whole hand inside her." Harry took Hermione's small earlobe into his mouth and gave it a small teasing suck. It almost made Hermione moan as he did this, she could feel his warm breath in her ear as he continued "What if you did it right here in class while she was sleeping. What if we did it together Mione? I could stun her right now and we could do it. I could use my gift and have her do anything we wanted Mione. She would climb under that table right now and eat your perfect little pussy if I made her." Hermione felt like crying. The things Harry was saying were sick. They were awful and they only made him harder. Not only that but she could feel her own panties soaking through at this point and it confused her, why in the world was her body betraying her like this, she didn't want to do these awful things.

As Hermione continued to envision abusing Hannah's tight pussy like she was told she felt Harry place his hand on the bare skin of her knee. Slowly as he continued to whisper his perversions into her ear, he began to creep his hand up the inside of he smooth thigh. Hermione unintentionally but instinctively began to ever so slightly spread her legs. She anticipated his touch, she craved it, she wanted to thrust her hips foreword to meet his hand.

Harry whispered in her ear again, "Think of how sexy her little pussy would look with my cum dripping out of it." As Harry said this he stopped his hand just before making contact with her little mound, he could feel her hips strain ever so slightly towards him. He was close enough to feel the heat of her. Harry used the same hand to flip up her knee high skirt, exposing her upper thigh.

Leaning in one last time, Harry said "Keep staring Hermione… stare at her cunt while I cum on you."

Hermione didn't even blink as she felt Harry's hot spunk squirt out onto the top of her thigh, nor did she blink when she felt it start to leak down both sides. Hermione only stopped when she felt Harry remove her hand from himself and lean in one last time, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek, and she saw Hannah's panties re-appear on her. Only when she turned back around fully straight in her chair did she realize that Harry had already put himself away and was sitting normally, facing the front of the class as if he had been the whole time, like a good little student. It was almost surreal for Hermione, sitting here after hearing some of the most perverted things she ever had, still in shock and Harry was sitting across from her like it hadn't even happened

Taking a breath and trying to compose herself, Hermione tried to think of anything other than Hannah Abbot's pussy, that she had spent the last while staring at. As she looked down she could see where the sticky white cum had begun to run down her leg. Grabbing her wand from her pocket she aimed it at the mess on her thigh and began to whisper a Scourgeify spell when Harry's hand shot out and grabbed a tight hold of her wrist. As Harry held her wrist stopping her from continuing the spell, he used his wand to write in the same glowing letters above her book, "Leave it".

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Notes:

-Removed a few paragraphs of the end of this chapter as they were meant for the end of the next. Sorry for any confusion.

Chapter 10: Unique Souls

Notes:

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Chapter Text

As the days classes ended and the sun began to dip down beyond the mountains surrounding Hogwarts, the grounds were perfectly silent. Every soul in the castle, including some uninvited ones, had stuffed themselves into the Great Hall to watch the names of the Champions to be read. Not a breath could be heard as Dumbledore placed an open palm against the exterior of the Goblet of Fire. Holding it there for a moment, the Goblet's flame began to turn from a wispy blue to a roaring red. This flame was reflected by every eye, not a single one blinking as a smoldering piece of paper shot from the cup into the air. As the piece of paper reached its apex, it unfurled and began its journey downwards, slowly fluttering into Dumbledore's outstretched hand.

"Viktor Krum!", Dumbledore shouted into the expectant room. Applause erupted from the four houses as well as the visiting schools. Extra cheers and shouts could be heard by students that were most obviously quidditch fans, including a certain Gryffindor redhead. The Bulgarian Seeker promptly stood from his seat stoically, as if he knew along. Joining the three headmasters at the front of the hall the room quieted quickly awaiting the next result.

"Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore shouted out again as he caught the next piece of slightly charred paper. The multiple crowds broke out into applause once more, though it seemed as if it was somehow less spirited, as if some students, mainly females only gave it their half best. Fleur stood up and made bowing gestures as she joined Krum behind Dumbledore, Karkarof, and Madame Maxime.

As Fleur took her place and Dumbledore turned back towards the Goblet every breath was held. The fact that Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, found away to put his name into the Goblet had spread through the entire school. Students, Teachers, Ghosts, Houselfs, and even Mr. Filtch had heard the rumors of Harry's latest news worthy caper, and they all watched curiously. The blue fire then erupted in red once more, spitting another note into the air. As it unfurled and began to float down Harry noticed that it somehow looked odd to him. As if the torn piece of paper didn't float at all, it crept down, unnaturally so. Dumbledore pulled his small spectacles up to his eyes as he unfolded the third note. The Great Hall was silent as all eyes watched the old wizard, even the professors studied him. Dumbledore stared wildly at the small piece of paper, as if it held the very secrets to the universe and all it contained. His eyes did not move, or even blink for what seemed like minutes.

"Well, what are you waiting for Dumbledore!" Karkaroff asked in his typical aggressive manner.

At this point the two already picked champions Krum and Delacour shifted uncomfortably behind Dumbledore where they stood. Each of them shared the briefest of nervous side eyed glances at each other. Dumbledore then did something most unlike himself as he turned quickly to Karkaroff and put a stern hand on his shoulder, using it to draw him closer. Dumbledore then turned the small piece of paper so only Karkaroff would be able to read it. The reaction was immediate, as Harry could clearly see intense fear flash across Karkaroff's stern face. He looked like he wanted to shout at Dumbledore, as if what he just showed him was somehow offensive. At the same time Harry thought he somehow looked frightened behind the anger. Dumbledore then turned to the very large Madam Maxime, as she leaned down to read it her large hand flew to her mouth in a silent gasp.

Every person in the great hall left in there seat was on the edge of it. Some students had even begun standing on their tip toes as if it may help them get a peek. As the three headmasters all looked at the small note, the Goblet burst into red flames once more, a fourth unexpected note jumped into the air. Even Harry Potter was taken back, by the unforeseen development as he stared at the paper. Dumbledore held the third note in his left hand as he grabbed the newest with his right. Holding them his eyes bounced from one to the next. Dumbledore then stuffed the third note into his pocket, as he looked up at the students for what seemed like the first time in ages. "Harry Potter!", Dumbledore's voice echo'd into the large hall. The young witches and wizards that lined the tables and seats erupted into a mix of cheers, boos, claps, and shouts.

As Harry stood up, Ron grabbed a hold of one of his shoulders yelling while he shook it in excitement for his friend. On his other side, he felt Hermione give a gentle friendly squeeze to his bicep. Walking towards the group at the front Harry could feel all the other eyes on him. More than that even, Harry could smell the cacophony of emotions in the air, envy, hatred, pride, even hints of fear, and lust, definitely lust. As Harry reached the group Dumbledore shook his hand congratulatory, as he gave him as serious look. The other two headmasters only watched as he took his place by the other champions, it was obvious that they had already been informed about the possibility of Harry being selected, as they looked angry, but not surprised.

Dumbledore stepped out in front of the Goblet as he began to address the room. "I present you all with your three champions.", Dumbledore shouted. "Now that the hard part is over for the rest of you all, please enjoy the festivities of tonight as we prepare for the weighing of the wands in one months time." Dumbledore continued, waving his hand at the word 'festivities', causing large plates of delicious foods to appear on the tables. Turning to speak directly towards the champions, "If the three of you would come with me a minute, there is some things I must inform you of, before you rejoin your friends for food.", He said to them, as the clank silverware on dishes began to rumble behind him

Dumbledore lead the small group of champions and headmasters to an odd room filled with old medals and trophies near to the Great Hall. Once inside Harry was expecting shouts and protest over him being selected, but nothing came. He was sure that Dumbledore must have already argued with them all separately, meaning even Dumbledore had some sort of confidence in Harry being chosen. As the group formed a small circle, Dumbledore began to explain the Tournament and its many rules to the contestants. He told them all that the first challenge would be in two months time and they should all be prepared to stand tall in the face of great danger. The three of the champions listened diligently until he bid them good luck and allowed them to return to the feast to celebrate with friends. As he finished, Harry waited behind as Krum, Fleur, Maxime, and Karkaroff, headed back into the great hall, leaving just him and Dumbledore alone in the trophy room.

Harry turned to Dumbledore and asked him a single question very clearly. It was the only question that he had on his mind since it happened, "Sir, who was the third name the came out of the Goblet?"

Dumbledore gave a small sigh as he walked over to the singular window in the room. Staring for a moment in search of what to say, he turned back to Harry and said, "Harry, what I am about to tell you worries me very much. I think it is important that you know, but I do hope you chose who you share this with wisely. The name on the paper Harry," Dumbledore paused for a fraction of a second, "it was Tom Riddle I'm afraid"

The two stood there for a moment, both reading each others response. Harry looked for any tell at all, while Dumbledore searched him for signs of fear, or worry. Dumbledore found none, as there was none to be found within Harry anymore. "Thank you sir", Harry said cutting the brief silence before he turned to walk back into the Great Hall.

Turning the corner into the grand room, Harry was hit by a wall of excited noise that filled the room like a fog. He could hear a few people shout his name as many turned to face him, applauding again as he walked to his normal group, ignoring the scowls of many others. As Harry reached the long table he was pleased to see that Hermione and Ron had been joined by Ginny and Luna Lovegood. Ginny and Ron sat on the far side of the table while Luna and Hermione sat across from them. Though they still didn't talk as much as he'd like he was glad Ginny was no longer the bashful statue she once was around him. He was also glad for the fact that Ginny had introduced the usual trio to the peculiarity that was Luna Lovegood. Ginny had come to Hermione, Ron, and him late last year with the usually bubbly blonde, almost in tears. A pair of seventh year Slytherins had taken a liking to picking on her, and one night had taken it to far and broken a woodpecker feather quill that used to belong to her late mother. Prior to earlier this day it was the closest Harry Potter had ever been to being in a fight on Hogwarts's Ground, not counting anybody who was not in some form Voldemort.

"There's the Hogwarts champion!", Ron said as he smiled brightly. Luna and Hermione both scooted a bit away from each other, implying that Harry's should take the seat between them

"Yea congratulations Harry," the three voices of Hermione, Ginny, and Luna said in almost perfect unison. Ginny blushed a little at this, while Hermione and Luna both continued to simply smile brightly. As Harry took his seat he saw that the group had apparently already made a plate for him, and from the look of it they did a very good job at remembering his favorite things.

"We didn't know how long you would be Harry, so we made you up a plate before all the best stuff was gone," Hermione told him. "Ginny made sure we got your favorite stuff." She added, giving Ginny a quick teasing look, causing a gentle blush.

"Thank you girls, It looks delicious.", Harry said grabbing silverware.

"So did they tell you what your first challenge is Harry? I bet it's something exciting like a troll!", Ron said as he scooped more mash potatoes onto his plate.

"Ooooh do you have to face a creature?", Luna added in curiously, "They should make you all try and catch a Nogtail in a pigpen."

"A what?", Harry asked her.

"A Nogtail… they look like little cute piggies on the outside, but on the inside they are more like demons… I think they are just misunderstood though really.", Luna stated in her unique dreamy sort of way.

"And why do you say that Luna?" Harry asked the young girl

"Well people only dislike them because things don't grow well around them. But that's not there fault is it? It's just there nature I suppose." Luna responded with a big smile. She was not used to people actually asking her to elaborate on her unique thoughts.

"Right….", Ron said, rolling his eyes. "Did they tell you anything else interesting then?"

"Oh not really, just that the weighing of the wands would be in one month, and the first trial in two.", Harry said, still thinking of the fact Tom Riddle's name was pulled from the cup. As Ron began retelling the story of Harry's tussle with Malfoy, with some self gratuitous liberties added in, Harry got lost in the thought. He could only think of a few reasons that Tom Riddle's name would have come out of the cup. As he was deep in inner debate, he felt Luna's smooth arm brush against his. Looking over at her he was greeted by an odd but very warm smile. If Harry was not mistaken, she had just scooted every so slightly closer to him.

"And that's when I caught Malfoy's wand", Ron said gesturing his hands to demonstrate how he most definitely actually caught the wand.

Looking back at Luna again, Harry was met by a large pair of silvery irises staring back up at him. Below that, two lips, the subtlest shade of pink, bent into a gentle pleased looking smile. It was like his new gift was letting him see Luna in a whole new way. Not that Harry ever thought she was ugly, just that she was different. But now he could see that it was that uniqueness that made her beautiful. There was something in the strange twinkle of her eye. He was confused why others somehow only saw a naive emptiness, because he knew what it was. It was power, and power was very fun to play with.

"Did you really block it wordlessly Harry?", Ginny's voice perked his ear.

"What was that?", He asked, as he looked over at her. When he met Ginny's gaze he could immediately tell she had just been watching Luna and himself, stare momentarily into each others eyes. He could almost feel the nervously bashful young girl from the first couple years trying desperately to make an appearance.

"Ron was saying how you stopped Malfoy's spell without saying anything.", She said, jealousy smeared across her face.

A sly smile spread across Harry's face as he got the idea to show her and not tell her that he could indeed do wordless magic. He sneakily cast a Wingardium Leviosa on a the chocolate chip cookie laying on Ginny's plate. Without taking a hand off his fork or knife, Harry floated the small treat upwards, stopping just in front of Ginny's mouth. As Ginny crossed her eyes downward to look at the object that just sprang up in front of her, she opened her mouth slightly in confused surprise. Just as she reacted, Harry shoved the cookie into her mouth and left it there. Ginny let out an odd confused noise, that became even odder as the cookie hit her tongue. Ron, Luna, Hermione, and Harry all began to laugh heartily as they watched Ginny quickly piece together what just happen.

Ginny grabbed the cookie and took a bite as she began to laugh along with them. Though Ginny laughed with them, she did so only hide the embarrassment she felt inside. A life of being the tomboy youngest sister, always trying to match the skills of all older brothers made her hate being humiliated by them, and in turn this sort of awkward laughter at her own expense. It made her feel as if all her brothers were there pointing there fingers and laughing at their 'little baby sister'. It made her burn red hot inside, from her lungs down all the way through her belly and into her lap.

"That was very impressive Harry?", Luna said as she stopped giggling.

Harry was sure he was the only one to smell the uncomfortable shame coming from Ginny. It was an intoxicating aroma. A portion of him wished he shoved the cookie in further, only for the fact it would cause her more embarrassment.

The conversation carried on like this well into the night, with the five students. As the crowd around them dwindled, and the food slowly evaporated, the conversation swayed from, the Tri-Wizard Tournament, to Ron and Ginny sharing stories from the Burrow, to Luna's eccentric tales of wonder, and back to Harry and the things he may come up against in the tournament. Hermione was positive gleeful at the fact that Harry seemed so natural and at ease throughout the night. It meant the things they were doing was working. The group only finally disbanded when they were shooed off by Professor McGonagall reminding them that there was indeed still curfew.

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Late that night in the girls dormitory after the festivities had settled down and all the other girls were fast asleep, Hermione could not find any herself. Her bushy hair layed out on the bed as wild as the thoughts that ran through her head. She couldn't stop imagining the things Harry was saying about Hannah's pussy earlier that day in class. It was so clear in her mind, she could she her self with multiple fingers inside of her class mate, she could see Harry pumping the young girl full of his seed. Most of all she could feel the wetness still between her legs, but she did not want to touch herself when all she could think of was Harry and her forcing themselves onto Hannah. She didn't want to but she had to, she just had to pleasure herself.

In the seclusion of her four poster, Hermione's fingertips eventually found her own clit. Slowly at first she started to rub, but it was not enough, she needed more, she needed to finish. As her hand picked up its pace so did her mind. She thought of Harry stunning the poor girl like he said. She imagined Hannah completely unconscious, as Harry forcibly shoved her legs wider than they were in the class room. As Hermione's hand continued to strum her own clit, she started to imagine things even Harry didn't say, like herself and Harry standing over the now stunned Abbot as she lay slumped on the chair. Hermione grabbed the back of the girls head and yanked it towards Harry's fully erect cock. She then guided the limp mouth to the tip of Harry's cock. Hermione began to let out soft mewling breaths as she imagined shoving the blondes mouth around Harry's member. She could her the wet sounds of Hannah's mouth as she pushed harder.

Hermione hated that she was imagining these things but she couldn't stop as her one free hand made it's way to the same nipple Harry made her abuse. Her mind continued to run wild with the thought of practically using Hannah's mouth to jack off Harry as she pushed her head back and fourth. It was finally the looks of pleasure she imagine on Harry's face that sent her over the edge. Tears had begun to form in the corners of her eyes in shame of herself as all the muscles in her body tensed at the waves of pleasure from her orgasm.

Notes:

-quick thanks to dragondreader18 for their suggestion on this chapter

Chapter 11: Messy Limits

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Hermione woke hours before everyone else the next day with an idea in mind. Thinking of the prior days fight between Malfoy and Harry, she finally admitted to herself that she was in over her head and needed help. With how fast, Harry's anger and dark urges came back to him after their experience in the room of The Mirror of Eirsed, she knew that Harry's problem was going to need her full attention. All she needed now was the space to work. Though the Mirror Room didn't look like it got much traffic, it was not very out of the way, and could pose a risk of being discovered if they continued to use it.

What Hermione needed was just a room, I didn't even need to be a large one. Just one with enough space that a few people could be comfortably in it. The most important fact was that it was out of the way and would allow the occupants some form of privacy. Though, she knew there was probably magic that could be learned to help her with those things, she was also smart enough to know that Hogwarts was home to plenty of powerful witches and wizards with magic of their own to get around hers. So determined, but truly not all that hopeful the young bushy haired witch left the dorm hours before anyone else would wake.

Hermione walked somewhat aimlessly for a short while, checking every door she was not 100% sure what was behind it. Most doors she had come across at this point had been mostly old broom cupboards surely only ever used by Mr. Filtch in their entire existence. Each time Hermione would open a new door she would slowly silently peak behind it, like some sort of indecisive burglar. As she did this again, inching a large wooden door open, peering around the corner she was met by a very peculiar sight. While Hermione did not know what floor or who's door this was, she quickly discover she had found Professor Trelawney's peculiar cramped office. An odd aromatic haze filled the room, while shadows danced around the walls, cast by the flickering flames of only a few small candles. In the center of the room Trelawney lay with her back on an extremely large bean bag. Hermione could see that the old teacher was completely nude with her head layed back and her legs spread wide with her feet planted on the ground. She held her wand in her right hand was making soft stroking motions. Matching these motions was a large silvery tube about six inches around and rounded on both ends. It was clear that Trelawney's wand was controlling it as the tube pumped in and out of her.

Hermione had a clear view of Professor Trelawney's vagina as it spread with each push of the silvery object. Hermione kept her eye in the crack of the door far to long to be possibly considered polite. A she did this Hermione absentmindedly leaned against the door just slightly to much, causing a small creak to cut the silence. As Trelawney's head shot up in the direction of the door, straining her eyes as her large glasses lay on the floor beside her. Hermione quickly slammed the door and started to rush down the first flight of stairs she saw. Unbenounced to her was the fact that instead of yelling, or putting on her glasses, or even stopping, Professor Trelawney simply layed her head back down on the bean bag, and increased the rhythm of her toy. Hermione counted six flights of stairs she had run down as before she stopped for breath. Leaning up against the nearest wall Hermione breathed in heavy before even taking in her surroundings.

As Hermione held her eyes closed for a moment a small, large eared, house-elf walked up beside her, holding forward a plate of cookies, as if he had just made them for her. "Hermie comes to visit Dobby. This is a very happy day indeed!", Dobby exclaimed happily as he gestured the cookies forward to her.

"Oh my Dobby you scared me. What are you doing here at Hogwarts?", Hermione asked after jumping slightly at the surprise.

"Dobby works here ma'am, Works here with his friend Winkys." Dobby said as he pointed behind him.

It was just then as she looked beyond Dobby that Hermione had realized she had ran right into the Hogwart's Kitchen. Hermione saw what must have been around a hundred house-elfs all working in separate spots of a sprawling kitchen. Dancing in between every workstation were floating breakfast platters, dishes washing them selves, brooms sweeping the floor, and all sorts of things in a rush to get breakfast ready for an entire castle. "Since when do you work in the kitchens Dobby?", Hermione asked him curiously.

"Since this years mam, Headmaster Dumbledore hired me and Winkys both, with a real wage as well. Dobby gets paid one whole galleon a week ma'am.", Dobby answered with a beaming smile. "What brings Hermies to the kitchens on this morning ma'am, were you needing snacks?" He asked her with another gesture of the cookies.

"No thank you Dobby, I was just trying to look for something and I got lost…. Not that I didn't want to visit you though!", Hermione said as Dobby beamed at her for the polite thank you.

"What is Hermies searching for ma'am? Dobby is very good at finding things that needs to be found." Dobby said with the wide smile still plastered on his face at the simple fact to be talking with company.

Hermione gave a short giggle at Dobby's politeness as she said, "Well it's not really a thing I'm looking for Dobby, its a place."

"Dobby knows all the places ma'am, all the places" Dobby exclaimed.

Hermione wondered to herself silently at the proclamation. "So Dobby, if I asked you to find me somewhere private, like really private, impossible to find private, would you be able to do that?"

"Anything else ma'am" Dobby asked with sincerity, awaiting more specific orders.

"Ummm, well, I guess, maybe… if it had somewhere to lay down?", Hermione answered, barely whispering the last two words.

"Dobby knows just the place for Hermie ma'am", he said now unable to hide his teeth due to his smile.

Hermione's jaw hung slightly slack. "Really", was all she could mutter.

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"This ma'am is what we house-elves call The Come and Go Room.", Dobby said as he held up his hand proudly, like a grand painter revealing their next masterpiece. The room in its current state had a singular comfy looking bed with only a singular heavy door the way in and out of the stone walls. "We elves use this room for when we have a need for things." He stated.

"What do you mean by that Dobby?" Hermione asked as she looked around the open room, noting the bed and the secluded look of the place.

"Well ma'am all ones need to do is walk back and fourth past Barnabas Barmys on the seventh floor while they thinks real hard about what they want, and then," Dobby snapped his fingers dramatically, "the room has what they wants".

"That's it…. And what, the room just makes whatever I want?", Hermione continued to question the elf.

"What ever and hows ever ma'am." He said proudly.

Hermione was delighted. When she set out that morning she never really expected to find the perfect place, maybe a better place but not a perfect one. If what Dobby said was correct, then this place seemed much to good to be true. Though she knew, like most new discoveries, this place needed thorough testing, but for the time being she was delighted. "Hey Dobby, I think I might go for one of those cookies now", Hermione politely asked him. Dobby's smile looked far to big for his small head as the plate of cookies reappeared in his hands with a small pop.

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Hermione was already sitting in the trio's usual breakfast spot as Harry and Ron made their way down from the Gryffindor common room. "What's got you so smiley?," Ron asked as he sat down across from her, immediately loading up his plate with sausages and biscuits.

"Oh just a good morning I suppose", Hermione said as she held off the urge to tell Harry right then and there about Dobby's discovery.

"Well if I didn't know any better I would say your just finally happy for Harry being picked" Ron said, between spoonfuls of egg.

"Oh Harry, you know I'm proud of you… I just worry is all.", Hermione said to Harry who was pouring himself glass of juice as he also surveyed the room.

"Well thank you Hermione, but you know you shouldn't worry about me.", Harry said as he spotted Ginny and Luna Lovegood sit down, towards the other end of the table with. The two were already deep in conversation as they took spots across from each other. Harry could tell by the honest smiles on each of there face that they truly enjoyed each others friendship and company. Part of him wanted to go over to them. He considered whether he could use just a bit of his allure, only enough to give them maybe a bit of butterflies in there stomachs.

"Hey Harry, I found something about the Tournament in the library this morning. Do you think I could show you before classes?" Hermione said interrupting his just starting fantasy.

"This morning! Blimey Hermione, we've only just got to breakfast, how long have you been awake?", Ron said, loudly talking through a full mouth.

"It's called preparation Ron, you really should try it some time.", Hermione said as she looked at his sloppily tied tie.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at the two, as he also noticed Ron's tie. When his mind wasn't so clouded he actually enjoyed the small things like this. "Ya, we could head there now if you want Harry said, curious about what Hermione had to show him.

"Ok great!", Hermione said springing to her feet, "We will meet you in class Ron".

"Yeah mhmm", Ron replied unsure of why Hermione seemed so excited to get to the library.

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As Harry began to follow Hermione, he quickly realized as they headed up the grand staircase that Hermione was not going to the library. Curiously Harry asked, "Hermione, would you like to tell me where we are going now that were alone?"

Hermione just turned her head and gave him a mischievous sort of smile as she turned up the next flight of stairs. "You'll see Harry, it's just up here on the seventh floor." Intrigued Harry continued to follow her, enjoying the sight of the bouncing of her skirt and ass as she hurried up the stairs.

"Barnabas... Barmey?", Harry asked her confused as Hermione had stopped right in front of the painting.

"Just watch Harry, there is a room here I think could be very useful. All you have to do is walk back and forth three times as you repeat what you want in your head, and it will have it." Hermione stated proudly, like a kid showing of there masterpiece on the fridge.

"Okay, lets see it then I suppose." Harry said not entirely sure what Hermione was getting at.

With that Hermione began to pace, up and down the short empty hall. As she walked she repeated the same thing in her head, over and over, "Somewhere private where no-one can hear us, somewhere private where no-one can hear us." As she passed by the Portrait for the third time, a door materialized on the other side of the hall from it. "Look Harry there it is! Dobby was right!", Hermione shouted gleefully as she watched the door appeared before her.

"So what did you ask for Hermione?", Harry asked her, staring at the brand new door as well.

As she opened her mouth to answer, she suddenly found herself somehow feeling almost shy. This whole time she was so excited that she had found the answer, that she had almost forgot the problem. Harry needed to be satisfied, and this room was so she could do it, more efficiently. "I asked for… privacy… where we couldn't be heard", She said blushing.

"Privacy huh? What could we possibly need privacy for Hermione.", Harry said teasingly as he stared at her. He could all but feel the sudden shift towards nervousness in her.

"For, well… Your, uh, problems Harry, so we can… deal with your Veela side." Hermione said, her face completely red at this point as the two stood close in the empty hell.

"So you found a room for me to use you in then? For me to hurt you in Hermione?…Is that what you want?" Harry asked, his cold eyes daring hers to meet them.

Hermione didn't want to answer the question, she didn't even want to look at him. Part of her was scared at the answer she knew he wanted, the other part of her was scared of what her own answer might be. She couldn't understand it but as soon as Harry started saying depraved things like this it was like something happened inside of her. Her face burned with embarrassment at his nasty words, but so did her nether regions. It was like the embarrassment and the depravity somehow fueled it. "Yes….", she finally answered his question, "and if you need to we can come here between classes as well."

"Then why the fuck are you standing hear, get in there and take your skirt off." Harry snapped at her, his voice filled with power and lust. Hermione immediately began walking obediently towards the door. She hated that he was being mean, and she hated that it just made her wetter. She had already begun unbuttoning her skirt as she opened the door. Before it closed she heard Harry shout out behind her, "Just the skirt will do"

Harry's dick was hard before he even entered the Room of Requirement shortly after Hermione. His mind was running wild with dark fantasies. If what Hermione said was true, then the possibilities were endless. As Harry stepped into the room and closed the door, the door began to rapidly shrink into the floor, Springing outwards in its place was a metal rod. Hanging from the end of this rod was a small golden bell with a string hanging out of it. Harry was brought to the assumption that all he had to do was ring the bell and the door would re-appear.

Turning away from the new bell Harry saw Hermione standing about seven feet away from him with her skirt already folded neatly on the floor. Her eyes followed him expectantly as he walked towards her, stopping within a foot from her but not touching her in anyway. She felt small there in the large room as he stood almost a foot over her. "So anytime I want to come here you will?", Harry asked Hermione.

"I will try Harry", Hermione said candidly.

"And What if I want to keep you here… as a toy to play with." Harry asked sinisterly.

"I….. Harry …. Please", Hermione said, suddenly feeling very vulnerable there in her silky panties.

With that Harry began to pull his cock from his pants ignoring Hermione's distress at his last comment. Hermione sat staring, waiting to be told what she should do. As Harry began to stroke his girth he realized Hermione's eyes had been solely locked on his cock. Stepping even closer to Hermione, the tip of his cock was now just inches from the front hem of her underwear. "Pull on the front of your underwear so I can see that pretty cunt Mione."

Hermione responded silently by grabbing the front elastic of her underwear and stretching it forward exposing her puffy mound. As a Harry looked down at his first real glimpse of Hermione's pussy he was surprised by the lack of hair as he was certain she had been unshaven when he made her abuse her own nipple for the first time. "Merlin your cunt is beautiful, Mione.", Harry said as he started to jerk himself off, with his cockhead directly above her stretched out underwear.

"Thank you Har…." Hermione started to say before she was cut off by Harry

"Tell me how much of a slut you are, Hermione."

"What", Hermione responded a bit confused.

"It's called dirty talk Mione surely you've heard of it now tell me all about your little whore fantasies before I ask this room for a fucking paddle."

Hermione seemed to catch on with that. She realized Harry wanted her to say nasty things, just like he had said to her before. A bit apprehensive, but not wanting to let him down, she gave it her best shot. "I'm a slut… I'm a dirty slut who wants you to finish on me."

"Those are just facts Mione, stop being so fucking smart for a second and tell me the deepest darkest things you think about when your all alone.", Harry said as he looked up at her eyes before staring at the front of her delicious pussy again.

Hermione was truly nervous at this point, she didn't know if she could do what Harry wanted of her. She wasn't good at these kind of things, mainly because it was Harry that wanted them. She wasn't the one who had dark fantasies, so how could she be expected to come up with them. Then young Hermione got a brilliant idea. She would simply talk about the thoughts that she had the previous night. It was almost like cheating on a test as it was Harry that made her think those thoughts in the first place but she knew it was her only shot at pleasing him in this moment.

"I… I can't stop thinking about Hannah Abbot's pussy.", Hermione said, the words practically falling out of her mouth. Some how they stang much truer than she thought they would." She noted that Harry seemed to be pleased by the way his hand continued its rhythmic pace. "I can't stop thinking about it and I don't know why. Every time I close my eyes, my mind wanders to Hannah Abbot's smooth pussy. I don't like it, but I can't help it. I can't stop thinking about what you said Harry. About putting my fingers inside her.", Hermione went on. She could feel her body becoming needy as she watched his brow began to furl and his rhythm increased. "I fingered myself last night Harry, while I thought about Hannah's pussy, I fingered myself.", Hermione said as her own breathing became a bit heavier as she could feel a heat began throbbing in her own lap

Harry could feel his own orgasm start to build in his loins, as he stood their staring at Hermione's exposed mound. Each time she whispered another dirtier thing in his ear it drove him closer to his edge. Something about hearing the most depraved things coming from what could only be described as the most innocent pair of lips. "I want to watch you expose her again Harry. I want to watch your cum drip out of her.", Harry put two fingers from his free hand, inside the elastic of Hermione's already stretched panties. As he did this he stretched the underwear even further causing the silky fabric to bite into the bottom of her pussy. He then thrust the tip of his cock just inches from the top of her slit, he knew he was close.

"I want to watch you hurt her." Hermione whispered. Moments after the words left her mouth she felt Harry's warm spunk splash against the front of her cunt. She looked down to immediately see another rope of cum hit just a bit more to the side of her burning pussy. Hermione was glad for the fact that she was holding on to her own underwear as she was not sure she would have been able to stop her hand from finding her clit as she watched Harry continue to drain his balls inside her underwear. By the time Harry squeezed the last drop of his cum onto her, Hermione's entire cunt and outstretched underwear was drenched.

"Dam your a dirty little girl aren't Mione.", Harry said, staring at her face, his cock still just inches from her mons.

Hermione said nothing, only nodded her head gently as she looked back at him. Her brain was not able to focus on anything meaningful, as her entire concentration was now focused on the feeling of her own juices, slowly leaking into Harry's.

"I think we'll meet here after next class, how that sound Hermione?", Harry said with a smile, as he stuffed his cock back into his pants.

Again Hermione was at a seeming loss for words. Here she was stretching forward her cum drenched, panties and here he was looking at her face as if nothing was going on below it, yet somehow he was already planning on when he would next use her. She only nodded her head again.

"Good," Harry said kissing her on her cheek, still dismissing the fact that she was exposing her messy pussy to him. Harry re-adjusted his pants as he kissed her on the other cheek and said, "Now be a good girl and put your skirt on… but leave the mess."

Again she was silent as her head nodded, somewhat solemnly. Hermione only finally took her hands from the front elastic of her underwear when Harry wandlessly floated her skirt to her. As she gently let it go she could immediately feel Harry's cum pressing against her crotch. "Does he mean for me to stay like this through class?", Hermione thought to herself, stepping into her skirt. Every small movement as she redressed caused the feeling of her messy panties to be exacerbated.

"You ready for transfiguration now?", Harry asked as she got her skirt into place.

Hermione, still didn't understand how he was acting so casual while all she could think of was his cum pressing against her.

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"Miss Granger, are you feeling alright? I don't think I've ever seen a day where your hand has stayed planted on your desk for as long as this." Professor McGonagall said frankly after Hermione had once again failed her usual routine of trying to reach the ceiling whenever a question was posed to the class.

"Yes ma'am, Just… a bit tired is all.", Hermione said, forcing her face into an uncomfortable smile. She had been sitting in Harry's cum for over an hour now, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't think of anything else. With every small shift of her body she could feel the large amount of semen in her underwear squish against her. It was like torture trying to get anything done in class, while her brain would simply not let her forget about the wet mess against her pussy.

Harry on the other had sat next to her a near perfect student. He even seemed to raise his hand more, to make up for the lack of Hermione doing it. For Harry, the whole class was a pleasant experience. In his mind it was as if the simple fact that he knew Hermione was sitting next to him suffering, somehow kept the darker side sated. Even more than that, Harry was pacified by the fact that he knew in about thirty minutes time he would be back up in that room using Hermione as his personal cum-rag again.

Hermione was aware of this fact as well. She was worried that she wouldn't be able to handle another class with her pussy soaking in his cum. Maybe this time he would let her clean up she hoped. As she sat there, completely convinced that the cum was now soaking through her skirt, she wanted nothing more than to ask Harry for his disillusionment charm again. To be able to hide in plain sight, would be such as stress relief. She didn't ask him though, she was just so happy every time she looked over and saw him perfectly engaged in the class discussion, even though she herself was not. She couldn't bring herself to do anything that would break the seeming progress they were making against his dark urges. For the time being she would sit there obediently in his cum, even if it meant she must suffer for him. Harry potter had suffered enough and this was just what she could do to try and carry a bit of that burden for him, by being a good little cum receptacle. That resolve took her through the end of class, though it did not do anything to help her stop thinking about her messy pussy.

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"Skirt off again.", Harry said as the him and Hermione walked once more into their hidden room.

Without hesitation Hermione began to slide out of her Gryffindor skirt. Harry could immediately see that the front of her cute little panties were still damp with his cum. As Harry pulled his thick cock out of his pants, Hermione looked over at him, neatly folding her skirt, and said, "Oh Harry, do you think I can clean up after this time?"

Harry began to stroke himself as he watched her place her folded skirt on the ground. He could feel how nervous she was to ask him that question. The fact that Hermione, the same girl who brazenly punched Draco Malfoy square in the face last year, was now standing in front of him, nervously asking his permission to clean his semen off her, made him extremely excited. "I thought you wanted to please me Hermione.", Harry asked coldly, slowly stroking his shaft.

"Harry, I do… it's just I, I… I can't concentrate at all in class." Hermione responded.

"So you can't stop thinking about you're dirty pussy, is that the problem." Harry asked, his eyes switching from starting at her face, to her wet panties, and back.

Hermione's face just started to redden in shame as she responded, "It's just… do you think at least you could cast a disillusionment charm on me again during class?"

Harry stared at the beautiful bushy haired girl for a moment before he answered, "How about we just make it so there is nothing to clean up Hermione?"

"Okay… how do you mean?", Hermione answered, hopeful she may get away with not being drenched in cum through another class.

"Get on your knees.", Harry told her plainly.

"Wh...what?", Hermione asked her heart suddenly pounding in her chest at what she assumed he was asking for.

"You're to smart to play stupid with me Mione. I know you know what I mean, now get on your fucking knees!", Harry said, his anger flaring suddenly.

Hermione dropped to her knees immediately, Harry was right, she knew exactly what he wanted, she was just not sure if she could bring herself to do it. Her mind was racing as fast as her heart. How could she have not thought about this, of course this was coming eventually, they had already done so much she never thought she would be okay with. This was just the logical next step, but was she really willing to suck on his cock like some cheap muggle concubine. As Hermione had this internal altercation there on her knees, Harry took a short step foreword, bringing his cock within inches of her face as he continued to rub himself.

Harry studied Hermione's face for a moment, enjoying the worried contemplation. She looked so beautiful there on her knees. Her eyes were now locked directly on his cock. She didn't want to do it. Prior to the recent train ride her lips hadn't ever even touched a boy besides her daddies cheek. Now here she was, bare knees digging into the stone, exposed panties dripping in cum, debating whether she would wrap her innocent lips around her best friends manhood.

Harry began to grow impatient as he stared at the indecisive Hermione. Her soft lips teased him silently. Unable to resist the temptation of her warm mouth any longer, Harry reached out and grabbed two large handfuls of Hermione's curly hair. In a singular motion he thrust his hips forward as he yanked hard on her hair. Harry's dick was forced into Hermione's unsuspecting mouth. He felt her teeth scrape against him, but he couldn't care, he just needed to be further inside the wet mouth. As he reached about only three inches inside her small mouth Harry he could already feel the bliss of her wet tongue and watched as her jaw was stretched downwards.

Hermione panicked as the large cock penetrated her mouth. She knew better than to not bite down, but as she felt the tip of his cock slide against her tongue she knew she wasn't ready for this. In Hermione's panic she placed her hands against Harry's upper thighs and attempted to shove her head away from him. Hermione felt Harry's hands relax their tight grip on her hair as he let her head free. As soon as she could talk she said, "Phoenix", not loud enough to be a shout, but still let Harry know she was serious.

When Harry heard the word, he immediately recognized it as the safe word she had come up with the night in the library. Harry could feel Voldemort's anger within him flare at her denial of his wants. Quickly, without even fully being aware that he was doing it, Harry pulled his wand from his robes. Knuckles white around the handle he pressed the pointed tip against Hermione's neck, just under her chin. She responded with two terrified eyes. Eyes that somehow looked betrayed and scared for her own safety all at the same time. She felt like she could feel his anger seeping out of the end of his wand, like hot electricity biting her epidermis as he pushed the tip harder under her chin.

Standing there for a minute with his wand placed against Hermione's throat, he stared into her terrified eyes for moment. She dared not to move, not to do anything that may anger him further. She couldn't comprehend what her best friend was doing. Just as she felt tears start to well in the corners of her eyes from sheer fear and betrayal she saw Harry began to speak.

"Scourgeify", Harry said, wand still dug into the soft skin of her neck. Hermione could immediately feel the warm sensations of the spell washing over her. She could could feel the front of her panties dry, and even the small tears in the corner of her eyes be wiped away as Harry's cleaning spell did it's job.

Still irrationally angry with Hermione, Harry shoved his cock back into his robes as he turned away from her. "Get dressed and go to class.", Harry said coldly, as if he cared not about her feelings.

Hermione, still scared and not wanting to anger Harry further, hastily put her skirt on as she stood up from her knees.

"Harry… I," Hermione began to speak, before quickly deciding against it. She gave him one last look before she rang the golden bell and quickly hurried through the large door, clutching her bookbag to her chest, still fighting back tears.

Chapter 12: Looney

Notes:

-To anyone that read the version of chapter 12 I previously posted, this one is only slightly different, but it wasn't quite where I wanted it at yet.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Harry didn't follow Hermione out of the now quiet room. Instead, he walked over to the singular bed that was placed in the very center, and sat down on it's edge. A battle raged in his head, anger mashed with empathy, turning into some odd form of self loathing. Half of him mortified for pushing Hermione so far, the other the other half enraged that it was denied. Harry sat there hanging his legs off the side of the bed, resting his arms against his thighs, still clutching his wand. He focused on the emotions, unsure of which he wanted to win out. Then, lost in thought Harry heard something. It started as an airy whisper, a trick of the mind. Another whisper, another hushed voiced suddenly responded from elsewhere. They sounded as if they were coming from just behind him, but Harry did not turn around, the room was empty and he knew it. Again, another voice echoed out. It sounded like an argument in an unknown language, heard through the walls of an apartment. As they continued, the whispers became more clear, more audible until Harry heard his own shaky voice shout out in his mind, "She's my friend!". The tone was desperate, almost pleading.

"She's a hole!", An odd voice resembling his own mixed with Tom Riddle's shouted back. This voice was much calmer. It had a cold edge to each word,

"I will never hurt her!", His voiced shouted again, ringing even louder in his ears.

"We will destroy her.", It echoed unnaturally in his mind, slightly hanging on every word as if for only sinister effect.

"I am going to beat you.", His own voiced said through heavy exhales.

"We will break her mind first… And then we will break her body", The voice said now almost chuckling.

Harry was sure he could feel his throat becoming sore as the voices continued to yell at each other in his head. Harry's eyes began to glaze as his mind clashed with its self. His body felt rapidly exhausted, as if he had just completed the workout of a pro athlete. All his muscles felt completely drained of energy. Harry wanted to pass out on top the bed, but then he found himself doing something very odd. Maybe in search of soothing warmth, and maybe just because it felt good to flex his power with magic, Harry Potter gave a flick of his wand and cast non-verbal Patronus charm. Brilliant light began streaming out of his wand, not the usual wispy strands like air, but more like water, flowing out of the tip onto the ground. As the silvery spout billowed onto the ground, it began to serpintine outwards. Then quickly, as it continued to wind back and fourth on the floor, it began to become more and more solid. The twisting and turning silvery light was shifting, a great muscular snake like jaw and body becoming apparent.

Slightly taken back Harry realized that he was staring at a basilisk forming where his stag should be, albeit somewhat smaller than the one in the Chamber. As he watched the beast materialize in front of him, the voices in his head slowly faded. When the thing finally separated the end of its tail from Harry's wand it it began serpentining its way around the room in the air above Harry's head. Watching it move, Harry thought to himself that it look strange, like the Patronus was somehow injured, and moving caused it pain. He wanted to reach out and comfort the great beast, but his body stayed affixed to the bed in the center of the room.

As the glowing beast finished a large circle around the room, it floated down to the floor just in front of Harry. The thing was bright enough for its light to bounce off the rough stone floor bellow. As it wriggled its way into an odd coil, Harry thought it looked like the beast's pain was only increasing with the more it moved. Poising its head as if to attack, the Patronus then opened its hinged jaw in a loud hissing screech that filed the room. It was the same hiss he remembered hearing just years ago as he stood over Ginny's unconscious body. It sent a cold shiver down his spine. As it let out a second, lower his, the beast suddenly locked eyes with its own, squirming tail. Then without warning the beast struck, its large head snapping as fast as a pit viper. The Patronus had its own tail firmly in its jaw.

Harry nearly disbelieved his own eyes as he watched the beast open its jaw again and bite further down on its tail. He wanted to shout out, to stop the creature in some way, but he still stayed unmoving on the bed as the creature began to slowly an inexplicably devour itself alive. Harry couldn't take anymore. For all the darkness he had corrupting his young mind, the sight still disturbed him deeply. It was as if it disturbed both parts of him now, Harry's and Voldemort's. Harry raised his wand, thinking to himself for just a moment before he waved it sharply, dismissing the twisted Patronus. Harry took a sigh as it vanished, and realized that the quarrel in his head was now silent, but he was still entirely exhausted. Slumping backwards into the bed, he let his eyelids fall closed as his head hit the soft bed. He knew he was loosing a hold of his mind. It was less than a minute before Harry's thoughts drifted into dreams.

It was late in the evening when Harry Potter finally woke. Opening his eyes the first thing he was aware of was that he was angry. Upset at nothing less than everything, Harry sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. His cock was stiff in his lap and he rubbed it lazily for a moment before standing up off the bed. As he stood to his feet he thought he heard the faint echo of Tom Riddle's voice behind him. Harry ignored it, double checked his wand was in his pocket, and headed for the golden bell that concealed the only door in the room.

As Harry stepped out of the door, he immediately recognized that he was not in the same corridor he entered the room at. In fact he was one whole floor down, and two turns to the left. There was nobody in the hall, but Harry could here plenty of echoing footsteps, suggesting that it was either between classes, or they had just finished for the day. Harry began to walk indiscriminately, not know or caring where he was going or what he was looking for. As he turned down a hallway he didn't care to recognize, his mind wandered to the Basilisk Patronous.

He imagined the way it moved through the air, fiercely slithering. He envisioned himself behind its eyes, its supremely powerful eyes. The ability to kill with a look. Harry found the power intoxicating. He saw himself slithering through the large stone halls, hunting. He could smell them, the students walking down the halls. He could smell lingering pockets of emotions, left behind by moments just past. The scent of embarrassment where a second year dropped her new bookbag, spilling the contents everywhere. A bit further down the hall, just a hint of lust where a Slytherin boy caught a glimpse up the girls skirt as she fell, trying to catch her bag.

Then his nose caught something else, something that stood out in the air like a bowling ball hidden in a deck of cards. It was tantalizingly tart. Like a pheromone it cut into his brain. Harry followed his animalistic nose, as his piercing eyes searched for the source. Turning the corner down an adjacent hallway he spotted it. Three well built Durmstrang students cornering a small blonde Ravenclaw. The largest of the three boys had just snatched a loud looking magazine out of her hands and was holding it open mockingly. "The Quibbler? Do these crazy ramblings really pass for news at this foolish school", He said to the two others boys, causing them both to cackle with delight. "And that must make you that ditzy Ravenclaw… Looney something or other."

In that moment Harry seriously consider casting his first unforgivable curse. Not even just one, he wanted one for each of them, to diversify his destruction. It was only Luna herself that inadvertently saved the three boys. "You can have that copy, you may learn something from it", She replied to them happily. Hearing her voice somehow pacified Harry's uncontrollable anger. Not much, but enough for him to change tactics. Without touching his wand Harry focused on the hatred within him. Though it was not a happy feeling Harry knew it was powerful enough as he used this raw emotion to produce his new Patronus.

The corporeal white Basilisk was at his side once again. He could feel no warmth coming from it like with his stag, instead it seemed to emanate a cold chill. It was the embodiment of his own anger, as Harry sent it fourth. The three boys distracted in their mockery of Luna never saw the ghastly beast stalking its way behind down the hall behind her. Coming within ten feet of them it began to raise its great sinister head. Harry saw all the color leave the faces of the Durmstrang students as their faces looked up in horror at the Patronus. Though this Basilisk could not kill with its gaze, the three boys were seemingly petrified out of nothing but sheer fear for just a moment. Harry heard the sound of a magazine hitting against the stone floor just before his beast let out a dreadful hissing that would send a shiver down even Dumbledore's spine. The three large students turned tail and ran, faster than they had ever moved reaching the far end of the hallway in mere moments. The Patronus at their heels reminded Harry of himself in the Chamber of Secrets.

The Patronus disappeared around the corner after the three as Harry's attention shifted to Luna alone. Just as he had come to expect, he could feel himself becoming excited at his own display of power. As Luna bent over to pick up her copy of the Quibbler now laying open on the floor, Harry couldn't help but admire her feminine legs. "She owes us", A nasty voice called through his mind. It was the same voice that was clouding his mind with anger. Harry made his decision there as she turned around and he saw her pale eyes. He would have her. She might as well be chained to the floor for him to take. He had felt it since the night before, when he stared into her eyes. Her, power… he needed to taste it, to devour it. He was all consuming.

Harry let go of his gift slowly. He wanted to watch her fall gradually into complete submission. To watch the free will disappear. He could see when it hit Luna's senses, as she turned to face him. A gentle pleasant smile spread across her face as she saw him, and began putting the magazine in her bag. He pushed his allure further.

"Oh you don't have to do that harry, you can just ask me if you'd like some company.", Luna said with her trademark knowing smile. This reaction caused Harry immediately dropped his gift in surprise.

"It is quite a nice feeling though Harry, you can continue if you'd like." Luna said again. "Its like a warm song that I can feel instead of hear.

He searched for the words to say to her, but he just stared for a moment. Petunia, Hannah, and even for a small part Hermione all became malleable, yet amorous when he used his gift. Luna however simply gazed at him, seemingly perfectly happy and unfazed. "What did you mean by I don't have to do that?", Harry asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Well I don't know really…", She said looking up dreamily, like her eyes were searching her brain for the best words, "It's whatever that thing was that you were doing. It made my body feel very warm and fuzzy and some other things. I knew it was you doing it, because I felt you pulling me, almost like you were asking me to come with you, just without words. I could tell you needed company." Luna smiled at him brightly.

Harry was almost disarmed in a sense. He didn't plan for this. "Well… would you?... like to come with me that is.", He asked, deciding in the moment to just go with it. The shock off Luna's declaration seemed to have had somehow, un-fogged Harry's mind. The pendulum swinging from the new Harry back to the old one in a moment. It felt to him like hitting a brick wall and waking up on the other side

"Of course Harry, I do always love your company". Luna responded. "So should we go somewhere, or would you like to have a conversation here in the middle of the hallway? I don't think those Durmstrang boys will be back anyway.", Luna said with out a single drop of sarcasm in her voice. The two currently stood directly in the middle of a now empty corridor.

"I know some where that would be perfect for just the two of us to talk if you'd like.", Harry said, suddenly more interested in Luna's company that he ever had been previously, but still in a state of odd perplexion.

"Oh I would Love to go on a date with you Harry Potter.", Luna said as her smile widened.

"A date?… So this is a date now huh?", Harry said, glancing her way as he begun to walk with a small smile.

"Well I do hope so, especially after what you just did for me.", Luna said candidly as she began to follow him.

"We will call it a date then… Our first date Luna.", Harry told her with a cheesy smile still pinned on his face. He was honestly not sure how they got to this point. If not for the whole, "you're a wizard", thing on his eleventh birthday, he was sure this would have been the single oddest experience in his life. He had walked up to Luna with nothing but impure, dark intentions, and less than a minute later he was apparently on a date. The whole evening was quickly turning out to be quite surreal.

"Lead the way Harry.", Luna responded.

As they began to walk, Harry thought more about what Luna had just told him. Somewhat still shocked, he wanted to test the waters again. Harry walking just a half step in front of Luna, the pairs arms made regular contact, brushing against each other. As Harry enjoyed this simple friendly sensation he began to let his allure start to trickle out of him, focusing solely on Luna. Luna in response let out a bubbly giggle, not even breaking her casual stride. "It's like you're making my insides all cozy.", Luna told him, as she felt his gift wash over her slowly.

"Do you enjoy it?", Harry asked curiously.

"Oh yes, it's like being reminded how much I like you Harry, but I never forget that." Luna said, still following just beside Harry.

Harry really didn't know how to respond to Luna at first. It wasn't that he was embarrassed by her forwardness in anyway, just that he was sometimes taken back by the way she was plainly honest about anything that flowed through her mind. It was something that he found so uniquely refreshing about Luna. "So since when have you wanted to go on a date with me Luna?", Harry asked her curiously.

"Since I met you last year… When you first saw me, I must have looked like a silly crying girl, but for some reason you stood up for me, when you didn't even know me.", She said glancing over at Harry, her heart filled with admiration. Luna had thought about that very night often.

"You needed me to", Harry said honestly. His mind replayed the incident from last year.

"You didn't even know me and you almost got in a fight with three seventh years," Luna said, letting out a giggle. "No one ever has done that for 'Looney Luna' before. I knew right then that you were a very special person."

"Don't call yourself 'Looney' in front of me.", Harry said in a knee jerk reaction. He could still see her face from that night. Cheeks wet with tears at the loss of a single quill, given to her by her mother. He also remembered the rage. Even before he unlocked this evil thing in his mind, he envisioned hurting the people who tore something so special from someone so pure.

Luna responded with nothing more than a gentle smile, but Harry's reaction truly touched her. "You know, you and Ginny were the first people to ever stand up for me Harry Potter.", Luna told him honestly.

This response hurt the Gryffindor that was still buried deep within Harry. It made him want to to squeeze her tight, while a portion of him wanted to start searching the halls for students that picked on his young blonde friend. "What about your Father Luna?", Harry asked curiously, knowing that her mother passed away when she was young, but hoping that she at least got a break from the mistreatment of her peers when at home.

"Oh well he is there for me, but he doesn't really stand up for me I guess.", Luna responded. The gentle smile on her face wavered a bit, but did not disappear.

"I'm sorry Luna, you're special, and you deserve it… Does your father treat you bad?", Harry asked seriously, not feeling the need to be anything but blunt around Luna, but truly worried about her.

"Oh not really, It's not like I don't love daddy, it is just that he is not very good at dealing with bullies like you are. He says he is a pacifist but, but I tell him some things are worth fighting for.", Luna told him.

"That's very true… It gets hard to fight for those things sometimes though.", Harry replied, in someway reflecting on himself.

"Yea, but you don't always have to fight by yourself you know?", Luna responded in turn. She reached out and grabbed his inner arm gently, not enough to stop him from walking, but enough to send a friendly caring message. The two continued towards the seventh floor in quiet understanding of each other, both seemingly having learned a great deal about one another in what felt like a few short moments.

As Harry reached the corridor, he turned to Luna and said, "Wait here for just one second.". Harry held up a single finger before turning and beginning to pace back and forth past the painting. Harry thought to himself, "I need somewhere quiet, comfortable, and private, I need somewhere quiet, comfortable, and private.", over and over to himself. He was pleasantly relieved when he walked passed the portrait a third time, and a sturdy looking door exploded into existence just across the hall from it.

"Oh wow that was a neat trick Harry. Where does this lead to?", Luna asked him as she walked over close to the door and began to examine the wood it was made of.

"Oh it's somewhere H, er I found recently. It's kind of a place you can just escape into really.", Harry told Luna. He did not know why chose to abscond Hermione, one side of him ashamed of his own actions, the other still gently bubbling with anger that it was denied. Reaching infront of her, Harry pulled on the large handle, stepped aside and gestured Luna inside.

As Harry walked in behind Luna, he could tell she was already gazing around the room. It looked much different than when he just left it. A roaring fire cast a soft glow around the cozy room, Harry noted that the fire did not crackle like expected of the smoldering logs, just like he explicitly asked, the room was completely quiet. Large comfortable looking furniture, surrounded an ornate table in the very center of the room. A large glass pitcher filled with a tasty looking purplish drink, sat on top beside a pair of matching glass goblets.

"Well this room is quite lovely Harry.", Luna said as she studied the large rug that spanned the floor.

"Ya it is pretty incredible.", Harry responded as he curiously walked over and grabbed the pitcher and began to pour a glass, letting some ice fall into the cup with the liquid. As he finished pouring, he offered the first goblet to Luna. The young witch happily accepted as she took a seat on one of the large couches, choosing to sit criss-crossed instead of letting her legs hang off the edge.

"Mhmmm, this is very good Harry, what is it?", Luna asked as she happily sipped on the sweet aromatic drink.

"You know, I have absolutely no idea," Harry said as he took a sip from his own cup, "Its delicious though", he continued as he took a large swallow. He had never tasted anything quite like it before. "I think the room just invented it… we should come up with a name for it.", Harry said.

"Oooohhh that's fun!", Luna said smiling brightly as she took another sip. "How abooooout…. Quambambo!", Luna said letting out another giggle.

Harry took another sip as he sat down on the couch across from Luna. "Yeah… this is some pretty good Quambambo.", Harry said with a laugh of his own, studying the purple liquid as he stirred it in the cup.

As Harry got lost in thought for a moment, staring into the cup, Luna broke the silence by asking him, "So what were you going to try and make me do when you did that funny thing on my mind.". The words were accusatory, but coming from Luna's mouth Harry could sense she was just genuinely curious.

"How much could you feel Luna?", Harry inquired.

"Well I could tell that you wanted me to come with you…. there was something else you wanted me to do though, but I couldn't tell what is was.", Luna said, staring over at Harry dreamily. The young witch new more than she was letting on.

It was as if talking to Luna some how drained him of the ability to feel shame, Harry looked a her and simply said the honest truth, "I was going to tell you to suck my dick Luna."

"Oh is that all, of course I'll do that for you Harry.", Luna said still gently sipping on the Quambambo.

"...Really?", Harry sputtered, his jaw hanging just a bit unhinged.

"Oh yes, I was quite hoping you'd ask someday actually.", Luna said in a dreamy smile.

"So you were wanting to give me a blowjob Luna?", Harry asked, becoming increasingly aware of how much he enjoyed the way Luna was brazenly honest with him.

"Mhmmm, you're the only boy in school I think about like that.", Luna told him. "I had a dream about it just last night oddly enough." she laughed to herself.

"Well I feel quite honored Luna. I think about you a lot to.", Harry said as his left hand absent mindlessly wandered to his slowly growing crotch. "Would you like me to do that thing again", Harry asked her.

"That would be nice… Like I said it makes me feel good and fuzzy.", Luna said. Harry began to slowly let his allure free again. Focusing on Luna like a challenge. A puzzle with pieces that kept changing shape, as he tried to solve it with his gift. He wanted to see what it would take to get a reaction from his beautiful friend. Harry put his thoughts of Tom Riddle, the Basalisk, Hermione, and even Quambambo aside as he focused solely on Luna.

For Luna it started in her chest, the warmth of a hug slowly spread through her. Something pulled her towards Harry, but something always pulled her towards Harry. It was like tying a rope around a magnet. She was sitting across from the only boy she had ever really experienced attraction to and he was silently shouting at her to love him.

"Does this mean I am allowed to kiss you Harry?", Luna suddenly asked Harry.

"I would love to kiss you" Harry told her, as he beckoned with an index finger, "You're so beautiful Luna.", Harry said as he studied her dazzling features.

"Thank you Harry, you're the first person to say that other than daddy." She said, smiling as she stood from her seat and began towards Harry.

"Well at least hes got that right", Harry thought to himself as he watched Luna walk over and stand just in front of him. As he finally opened his mouth to speak, Luna interrupted him boldly, by quickly grabbing the bottom of her shirt and sliding it over her head. It was immediately clear that Luna didn't wear a bra, not that she truly needed on anyway. Her small pale tits bounced gently as they fell out of her shirt. She was somewhere between Hermione, and the near flatness of Ginny. Harry immediately wanted to play with and suck on her small pink arreola. "There amazing.", Harry stated simply.

"Thank you Harry, I know how much guys like to play with them.", She said bluntly. She seemed entirely comfortable in her own skin.

"Get down here so I can kiss you then.", Harry said. He pointed to the floor just between his feet and knees." Luna obliged, the same soft smile on her face, as she positioned both her knees on the floor. She placed a hand on each of his thighs as she kneeled there between his legs. Harry immediately leaned forward in his seat and wrapped his hands around Luna's bare body. He pulled her in close, bringing her little nipple into his mouth, and began playing with it with his tongue.

"Oh! It feels very good when you do it", Luna said gasping in pleasure. She ran her hands through Harry's messy hair, puling him in closer to her chest. Harry ran his hands up and down the gentle curves of Luna's back as he passionately sucked on her breast.

Harry finally pulled himself off of her chest, as he looked up into her eyes. He still was letting his allure wash over Luna as the pairs lips met for the first time, there with Luna on her knees. Harry opened his mouth just slightly as he began gently slipping his tongue it Luna's mouth. Luna immediately respond with her own tongue softly meeting his. Harry could feel Lovegood, almost melt in his arms, pulling her in tight as their tongues danced. As her muscles all seemed to relax and her body weight shifted into his, Harry brought his hand up to her small nipple and gave it a teasing pinch. Harry was rewarded with the vibrations of her soft mewling moan stifled by his own mouth.

When the two finally separated the intense kiss Harry's cock was straining the inside of his pants. "Merlin you're amazing Luna", He told her.

"That was breathtaking, but could I suck on your penis now?", Luna asked him directly. She stared him in the eyes as she slid an open hand on top of his crotch

Again Harry was reminded just how perfectly peculiar Luna Lovegood was. Sure he had imagined the cute little blonde sucking his cock plenty of times, but now that it was happening, and Luna was being so casually sexual, it seemed surreal. "Since when have you been such a little minx Luna?", Harry asked her honestly curious about when she became so open and willing.

"Oh I do like that word… Minx, it makes me sound nimble and cute!" Luna said through a laugh. "I suppose, I was raised to be pretty open with my body. We don't even were clothes around my house a lot of the time. It's quite freeing. Most people don't realize how much energy is absorbed through the skin."

Harry pulled his cock from his pants as he thought about Luna naked as the day she was born, frolicking around the gardens of her fathers home. Luna snapped him from this thought as she reached out and wrapped her soft hand around his thick member. Expertly she placed her left hand at the very base, against his sack and ran her other up and down its entirety.

"Ah, fuck that's good Luna", Harry said grabbing the couch as he watched her pump the first few drops of pre-cum from his cock

"You're much bigger than in my dreams.", Luna said staring at his lap greedily. Something about hearing the perfectly innocent looking little witch talk about dreaming of his cock excited Harry greatly.

"I can't take it anymore Luna, I need to be in that mouth.", Harry told her. As if she was waiting for his command, Luna lowered her lips to his cock and gave it a gentle kiss.

With her head in Harry's lap, Luna then began to speak, not to him, but to his rock hard cock. "Oh my you are so big, so so big…" Luna then placed the tip of Harry's dick against the flat of her silky tongue.

Harry watched in pleasure as Luna's jaw stretched to accommodate his girth. After Luna took him only a couple of inches inside her mouth, Harry felt her began expertly dancing her tongue around his flared tip. For about a minute Luna continued to slowly rock her head about an inch back and forth while she massaged him with her tongue. Luna then stopped rocking her head for a brief moment to look directly up at Harry. It was pure art to Harry, Luna's large beautiful eyes staring up from his crotch, while her cute little innocent lips wrapped around him. Still staring at him intensely, Luna began to slowly deliberately sink her head down onto him, forcing his dick deeper and deeper into her mouth. Harry moaned out as he felt himself began to enter her tight throat. "Oh, fuck.", was all that he could mutter as he watched her slowly began to deepthroat him. Luna didn't even blink as Harry was buried almost entirely in her stretched open mouth. Harry knew she either didn't have a gag reflex, or she was well practiced. As Luna reached almost near the base of his large cock, she slowly pulled it back out to the tip where she could take a much needed breath, and give Harry a seductive teasing smile.

"Your mouth is fucking amazing Luna, is this your first time?" Harry asked her.

"Oh…. I've done it…. Lots… of times.", Luna said, taking the cock out of mouth only short enough for some words at a time."

Harry was shocked and somehow a bit possessively angry at her statement, but he was in far to much pleasure to show any other emotion on his face. "Oh really… does that mean I am going to have to tell some Ravenclaw boy that you belong to me now.", He questioned her, running a singular hand through her blonde hair.

"No... Not … really, My father likes it… when I suck his cock.", Luna said as if it were something every young witch did.

Harry grabbed her by the head stopping her from sucking momentarily. "Did you just say your father?", Harry asked her shocked. Luna did not resist him pulling her head away, but her hands continued on his member assiduously.

"Oh yes, ever since shortly after my mother died.", Luna said, the smiling at him, no signs of any worry behind her bright eyes.

"And how old were you when this happened?", Harry said still holding her head firmly in place.

"Oh well, she died when I was nine, but I first sucked daddies dick when I was ten.", Luna said as she looked hungrily at Harry's cock just out of reach of her mouth.

Harry couldn't help but imagine the image of an even younger Luna servicing her father. In an unexpected deviation from his current normal, it was Harry's true inner-self that flared up with anger not Voldemort's soul within him. He wanted drop everything and go attack Luna's father in that moment for corrupting what could only be seen as the purest heart he had known. Harry, the real unblemished Harry wanted to unleash the darkness that he knew shared his mind with. Burning somewhere deep, deep within that piece of darkness inside him however was a twinge of unbridled lust. He couldn't explain it, he didn't want to explain it, even to himself. Maybe it was the sheer deviance of something that should never be shared between father and daughter, or maybe it was something even more disturbing, about the thought that sent an inexplicably twinge down his core. "Why are you telling me this?", Harry finally asked her.

"Because you're my friend. I trust you Harry Potter…", Luna gave him another cutely teasing smile, "and ever since your color changed this year, I guessed you might like to hear about very naughty things."

"My... color changed?". Harry asked her still firmly holding Luna's head and face with two hands. Luna's own hands still firmly holding his cock.

"Something happened with your soul, I've never seen someones color look so split." Luna said, as her large beautiful eyes stared up at him. Harry just stared back into Luna's eyes for a moment. It was the first time since the event that anyone had acknowledge the very change he knew to be true about himself. The only other person who got close was Hermione and even she didn't hit it so on the nose, just that something happened to him over the summer.

"You know, I can feel you getting harder Harry.", Luna said as she expertly stroked his cock, still unable to move her head. "Do you like hearing about me being a naughty little girl Harry?", Luna said as one of her hands found his sack and started to tease it.

With her question Harry imagined it again, pure, naive, young Luna taking her fathers manhood in her mouth. Harry's mind was wild with questions he wanted to ask her, but instead he simply shoved her willing mouth back onto his crotch. As soon as Luna started dutifully servicing him again, Harry's questions were shoved out of his brain by the pleasure. Like a classically trained doxy, Luna effortlessly switched from massaging his tip with her tongue, to burying him in her throat. Harry could feel himself rapidly reaching an orgasm as Luna continued masterfully, wet sounds and slurps filing his ears as her head bounced up and down.

"Oh Luna, you're gonna make me cum!", Harry said gritting his teeth, he placed a gentle hand on her head as he layed his own head back in ecstasy. Luna's only response was to increase her speed on his cock, shoving his manhood down her throat. Harry was sure he could see her windpipe stretch as she bottomed out on him, it was sheer pleasure. "Ah fuck!", Harry cried out again as he grabbed a hold of Luna's head again and started to forcibly hump her face. Shoving her head down entirely he could feel Luna's tongue began to expertly tease his balls. It was to much, keeping her head pinned down tight with one hand, Harry's other hand mauled at her small breast. Harry's eyes met Luna's again as his orgasm washed over him, pumping his seed directly into her stomach as they stared at each other.

Luna continued to gently milk Harry as he finished. She stared at him intently studying the expressions of pleasure on his face, she wanted to know every detail by heart. As Harry's dick started to slowly shrink, still in Luna's mouth, he caressed her head and face. She was so uniquely perfect, he wished the special room they were in could halt time, so he could enjoy this moment forever.

Luna gently licked and kissed the very tip of Harrys cock for a final moment before she looked up at him and said with a smile, "That was very nice Harry."

"No… that was fucking perfect.", Harry responded in turn.

"I'm glad you finally asked me, but…. I think Ginny might be jealous I got to do this first.", Luna said with a giggle as she gave Harry's now near flaccid cock a final tender smooch.

"What do you two talk about blowing me often then?", Harry asked Luna jokingly.

"Oh we talk about you quite often, it's something we have in common." Luna told him.

Harry leaned in to Luna and gave her one last passionate kiss, before saying "I think I'd like some more Quambambo, what about you?" Luna responded with a peck on Harry's cheek before standing from her knees and heading towards the pitcher of purple liquid. Harry watched as Luna made no intention of grabbing her shirt, letting her breasts hang naturally as she began pouring two more goblets of Quambambo. She had such a natural free beauty about her it was tantalizing. As he got lost in her feminine allure, his mind drifted to the rest of the busy days events. Between pushing Hermione to far, the surprise Basilisk Patronus, the complete anomaly that was Luna, and the rest of the madness happening in his mind, He was ready to retire to the Gryffindor tower for rest. He wished Luna was a Gryffindor as well so she could join him in the Common Room. Harry almost laughed as he thought about just how it would go if he showed up there with Luna at his side, 'Hey sorry I tried to force you to give me oral Hermione, oh and here is Luna, I got her to suck me off instead.'

Luna handed him a goblet of purple liquid before she curled up next to him on the large comfortable couch. Still half naked she pushed her weight against Harry as she rested her head on his shoulder with a soft pleased smile. Harry quietly took a small sip as he slipped his free arm around her delicate body. For all the chaos in his life right now he felt an odd grounding stability in 'Looney' Luna Lovegood

Notes:

I hope you all like my first take on Luna, as with most things in this story, I went a bit darker in her backstory. For anyone bothered by the revelation with her and her father, don't worry, Harry is to.

-3 gold stars for anyone who watches the brilliance that is Tablestory and got the gone reference.

-If you don't watch Tablestory... get over there now! They are a twitch/youtube Roleplay channel that has a huge series on Harry Potter called Witchcraft and Wizardy. WAAAAYY WAAAY WAAAAAY different vibe than this but they do well on capturing the magic and whimsy of Hogwarts. ... alright rant over, sorry, back to writing smut now.

Chapter 13: A Surplus of Fervor

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While Harry enjoyed the simple pleasure of cuddling there on the couch with Luna still half naked, his thoughts wandered. With his overactive sexual drive once again temporarily satisfied, so was the darkness in his mind. With this clarity Harry could only think of one thing. Luna had told him that she regularly pleasures her father with her mouth, and from the way she talked, Harry feared there was more than just what she had admitted to. The more he though about it, the more he realized it truly disturbed him. He knew Luna had told him in absolute confidence, but he wanted to do something about it.

"Luna… you know I have more questions about what you said right?", Harry asked looking down at her resting on his shoulder.

"Yes… I know", Luna said plainly. She had been expecting this since they started snuggling.

Harry lingered on his words for a moment. He knew the topic was delicate, and he also knew he had been anything but lately. He couldn't rely on the power of a dark lord to carry him through this one. "Have you told anyone else?", Harry finally asked her.

"No", Luna muttered. It was a single word that spoke hundreds. It meant she trusted him. Though it may seem to most that Luna did things by random or on a whimsy, Harry knew the opposite was in fact true. Telling him this dark secret may not have been planned before hand, but it was no accident. He thought about his next words wisely. The last thing he knew he needed to find out was if Luna herself had even an inkling of desire for Harry to put an end to it, and he would.

"I… I don't know how else to ask this… but, if your answer is yes, then I respect you and I guess I'll just have to figure out how to be okay with it but… do you enjoy it Luna?" Harry asked. It was the hardest question he had ever had to ask someone, but he had to know. As soon as he asked it however, he wanted the question back. It felt mean and accusatory as it left his lips, though it did not sound that way in his head.

Luna was silent, and Harry let her stay that way. Not wanting to say anything Harry leaned into her on his shoulder and gave the top of her head a gentle kiss. He could smell a faint hint of lilac in her hair. After what felt like an age of silence, Harry understood that her lack of an answer was an answer in itself, just one she couldn't bring herself to say out-loud. She didn't enjoy it, maybe she did at one point, maybe she was convinced she did all the way up until the very moment of his question or maybe she never did, either way it mattered little. Harry's mind was made, he would save her. Maybe he could save no one else any longer with this thing in his mind, maybe he could save no one from the thing in his mind, but in this moment of post bliss clarity he could set a plan in motion to save her, the purest soul he had ever known.

Harry looked down at the "It's okay Luna, you don't have to answer me right now. Just listen… I am gong to speak my mind for a minute, stop me if I say anything wrong or you don't agree with… I won't even ask you to tell me why, I'll just drop it okay." Harry placed his goblet on the small table beside the arm of the couch. He then reached over and gently grabbed Luna's goblet as well, setting it just beside his own. Reaching back over he grabbed her hand tenderly, pausing for just a second before saying, "You don't even have to tell me to stop talking, just squeeze my hand and I won't say another word."

With Luna's delicate hands in his Harry begun to speak from the heart, "You said it started shortly after your mother died. Now I don't know what it's like to lose a parent really, I was to young, but… I know what it's like to miss one… it's a cold empty feeling. Even in a place like Hogwarts it can make you feel alone, like that little light of warmth in your chest that makes you feel okay and safe and loved, has been snuffed out. Both you and your father must have felt it, that terrible, awful feeling. It's only natural it brought you two closer together. Together, that breach in your heart could be sewn shut a strand at a time. Now I won't try and assume exactly how it happened, but I would guess it grew from this shared grief. It probably even felt natural and not like he forced you into anything at all. When you bring your father happiness, maybe it even feels like your giving him something that he lost with your mother, and I am sure that feels good, repairs a bit of that damage even. The way I see it, this was your father trading your innocence and your childhood for his emptiness. He is using you, even if it doesn't feel that way in the moment or right now. Fathers are supposed to take care of their little girls, no matter how hard life gets, and instead you have to take care of him and his selfish needs. Now I'm not perfect Luna… not even a little bit, but I think you are pretty dam close to it…. you deserve so much more than him. I can't lie to you, it makes me unfathomably angry the more I think about it. It makes me want to hurt your father Luna. You told me somethings are worth fighting for, and I think I need to."

As Harry finished his speech he realized that Luna had wrapped her arms around his one arm and was holding it tight. From where her head rested on his shoulder he could clearly see that the edges of her eyes were wet with tears not yet fallen. "Okay Harry", Luna muttered as she looked up at him.

Harry could feel the anger burning in his chest as he looked into her misty eyes. It was not the same anger he had grown accustom to the past months. It was an anger that bloomed with passion instead of cold hatred. "Does okay mean you are ready to let me help you put a stop to this?", Harry asked her.

"I… I think so… I just don't want daddy to get hurt... he is all I have left.", Luna said through a shaky tone. Harry had never heard her voice waver like this. It cut him to his core. He wanted to release the beast chained inside him. The great cold blooded serpent who's hunger for domination was never ending.

Harry couldn't help but nearly shout out his response, "That's not true!… You have me… You have Ginny… Hermione… Ron too, even if he is an awful wanker sometimes, we are all here for you, no matter what."

As Harry finished, Luna turned her head up to face him, her cheek now pressing against his bicep. Harry could see that the tears previously stuck in the edges of her eyes were now freely running down her soft cheeks. Harry couldn't help it, he leaned into her bringing his lips to hers and kissed Luna more passionately than he had ever kissed anyone in his life. He could feel her warm tears pressing against his own face, it was messy and it was beautiful.

As they finally broke their kiss Harry pulled her head into his chest and held it the lovingly As he began to stroke her hair, Luna was the first to talk, "We should head back, it was already after dinner when you found me." Her tone was still not yet back to its tender normal.

"Yeah I guess you're right.", Harry said, a bit disappointed to have to let go of Luna. Harry then softly propped up her chin with his forefinger, forcing her to look at him, and said, "You know I'm not dropping this right?".

"I know Harry, that's why we all love you… your the hero.", Luna told him matter of factly. Harry didn't feel like to much of the hero anymore.

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Hermione didn't even glance in the direction of Madam Pince as she stormed into the spacious library. Madam Pince didn't glance her way either. It was as if she could recognize Hermione by only the simple sound of her footsteps after countless daily visits. Hermione's gate was determined as she walked directly towards the section labeled, 'Half Breeds and Human Hybrids'. Harry had not followed her to class that day. In fact he never showed up to any of there remaining classes. Hermione was so on edge that the usual calming effect the library always seemed to have on her was non-existent. Since the incident in the hidden room, Hermione had struggled with being somewhere between upset at, and worried about Harry after he continued to miss their classes.

As she arrived at the recognizable shelf where her and Harry had there first 'encounter', she could immediately see what she was looking for. The familiar pink book 'The Veela Allure' floated downwards with a quick swish of her wand. As soon as the book was within reach she snatched it out of the air and quickly threw it down onto the small shelf in front of the upper bookshelves with a gentle thud. This small toss was the worst she had ever remembered treating a book. Stowing her wand she quickly began flipping through many pages towards the back of the volume. She was looking for a part she had previously read. The same part that she wanted to believe really convinced her to start doing 'things' with Harry. Reaching the portion titled, 'Maturing Veela and Their Urges', she began to scan over it. It was the same chapter where she had found out why Harry and his blatantly obvious Veela heritage was experiencing violent and aggressive outbursts. Continuing to scour, Hermione found the portion she had been looking for. A small section at the end of the segment on maturing sexual urges that read;

In serious cases of a maturing Veela or part-Veela starting to become violent with repressed sexual urges, self gratification may not be enough to placate their growing bodies. Most commonly between the ages of eleven to sixteen are when these urges may become the hardest to manage and in some cases impossible to control without the help of a secondary individual. Though most Veela families are very secretive about there adolescences, it is theorized that most commonly the job of controlling these urges falls to the matriarch.

Furthermore it is also theorized that the formation of a soul-bond (see page 312) may have an effect on these urges. Along with exacerbating the impulses, in extreme cases it may cause the uncontrollable sexual urges to start earlier and last later into life. Urges brought on due to a soul bond forming, purposefully or accidentally, may not be able to be satisfied by anyone other than the bonded individual.

Hermione stopped reading, she was fairly certain Harry had not soul bonded with anyone, so the following parts did not concern her. She had read everything she needed to with the first paragraph. It was as she had feared all day, Harry needed someones help. That meant even him pleasuring himself like when he came inside her underwear may not have been enough to mollify his urges, because it was in a sense still self gratification. So what was she to do, Hermione thought quietly, degrade her self into being Harry Potters personal whore. She couldn't, she was still a good girl, a perfect student. The memory of sitting in transfiguration with Harry's mess in her underwear just earlier that day flashed through her mind again. She felt a familiar warmth stirring in her loins. Hermione swiftly slammed the cover closed and turned to leave the library a quickly as she entered. The Librarian Madam Pince glanced upwards from her parchment as Hermione walked passed her desk at the entrance. She had never seen Hermione spend so little time in the library before.

Almost power-walking through the Halls, Hermione headed back towards Gryffindor Tower. Silently praying she ran into no one wishing to chat, Hermione made it all the way into the common room before she found someone who unfortunately did. She got close to the stairway to the girls dorms, as she heard Ginny's voice call out behind her, "Did you find him? Is he okay?"

"What!", Hermione snapped back harshly, not realizing her own frustrations would come out so clearly in her tone.

Ginny looked taken back as Hermione turned to face her. "I, I, I'm sorry I didn't mean", Ginny began to say, not knowing how to respond to her friends abrupt rudeness.

Hermione became a bit red in the face as she realized how she must have sounded. "I'm sorry Gin I just… It's been a long day.", Hermione said, exasperation clear on her voice.

Ginny took a step closer and rubbed the side of her arm assuredly. "I know, I'm worried about him to. Ron said he didn't show up for any classes today and didn't even make it to dinner. When I saw you speed out of the Great Hall I figured you must have gone to look for him or ask a teacher.", Ginny said to Hermione.

"Oh right… Harry. He will be up to the common room shortly I'm sure…. He was just, busy with something else today.", Hermione said as convincingly as she could muster.

"So you've seen him then? Just promise me he's alright…. I know I shouldn't worry but, we both know somethings been… well you know, different about him lately.", Ginny said unassuredly.

"Yeah… he's just", Hermione let out a short sigh before continuing, "… Listen Gin, I'm sorry but I really just need to head up and take a long bath you know… clear my head and study." Hermione told her. She was to worried about everything else to try and convince Ginny that everything was just peachy with their raven-haired friend.

"Oh, Okay then", Ginny responded sheepishly. It was obvious that she was still worried and unsure about how to feel about the whole situation. Between everything going on with Harry, and Hermione now acting extremely strange when his name was brought up, she was convinced there was more to the whole story, but only had guesses at what it could be.

"We'll talk more tomorrow okay Gin?", Hermione said, trying to ease Ginny's obviously troubled contemplation.

As Hermione started up the stairs she paused for just a moment halfway up the fourth step. A brilliant but awful thought had just flashed through her mind. "Ginny would be happy to service Harry wouldn't she?", Hermione thought to herself. She pictured the two of them together. "He wouldn't be gentle with her", she thought. She imagined Ginny's face being shoved into a bed as Harry mercilessly pounded into her from behind. She imagined Harry mounting her like a wild animal as her tight athletic body was racked with orgasms. Hermione felt that terrible throbbing heat began to radiate from her privates.

"You okay Hermione?", She heard Ginny's voice call out from just behind her once again.

"Just fine thank you!", Hermione called back as she resumed her brief walk up the stairs. She got a sick feeling in her stomach. "How could I even think of that, She's you friend Hermione not some piece of meat for Harry's sick fantasies!", Hermione shouted at herself internally. The disgust at her own dirty thoughts did not leave her that night, though neither did the torturous aching warmth.

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When Harry finally rejoined Gryffindor Tower late that night, it was already past curfew. In the quiet darkness of the empty common room Harry began to scrawl a hasty short letter.

Snuffles,

I know you would say writing you is unwise, but I have no where else to turn. I have a friend that may need to leave her home due to reasons I would rather not explain in a letter. I wouldn't ask this if it wasn't necessary, I hope you know this, but I think she will need a place to stay in the upcoming future. Now I know you are enjoying your vacation at the moment, but you talked about me coming to stay with you, and I was curious if I could extend this offer to another. Again I wouldn't be turning to you if it wasn't the only option I had, but I do believe she may be in danger in a sense. I hope we can talk in person soon.

Oh, and I got into the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Wish me luck.

Harry

Reading the letter back to himself, he was confident that it said enough, while not saying anything that may alert others to whom he was writing. He did not wish to put his godfather in danger, but it was the best option he had. Carefully folding the letter, Harry headed up to the boys dorm where he retired for the night.

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The following day went by like a blur. Though Harry wanted to seek out Luna, he thought it best to keep in class. His absence the previous day would most assuredly be noted by the Professor's and he didn't feel like trying to create some grand story about why he missed every class after transfiguration. In Divination that day he even got the inkling of an idea to Confund Professor Trelawney and slip out back to the hidden room. He decided against it however as he figured her airy mind would be better off without any outside meddling.

Though he was present all day, Harry didn't feel like he got that much done in his classes as he couldn't stop thinking of Luna, and her situation. On top of that, Harry had wanted to speak to Hermione throughout the day, but he felt as if he had been chasing her around from class to class always somehow just behind. At the end of each class she had scurried out, just a bit before him and Ron instead of walking with them like usual. When they would arrive to class, without fail Hermione had already taken a seat away from where they normally would, and every-time, the seats on each side of her had already been taken. It was clear she was avoiding him.

The final class of the day, Study of Ancient Runes, was no different. Ron and Harry shuffled in together, while Hermione had already found a seat between Lavender Brown, and some Hufflepuff girl. Harry only looked her way, hoping to catch her eye before sitting in the trio's normal spot towards the middle of the room. Harry tried his best to pay attention, though he struggled to do so in Ancient Runes normally, when he didn't have so much on his mind. About thirty minutes into class as he flipped his book to a page on twelfth century runes for muggle warding and stared idly out the second story window overlooking the forest, he felt something very light drop onto his lap. Looking down he saw it was a small torn piece of paper folded over once in what was obviously a note of some sort. Grabbing it, he took a quick look around the quiet room. From directly behind him he saw the slightly upwards pointing button nose of Pansy Parkinson. She gave him a knowing and somehow expectant look before looking back down at her textbook, that Harry noted was on the wrong page. Looking back down at the note, he unfolded it silently and began to read.

' So is it true you tried to kill Draco'

Pansy watched intently as Harry read the note in his lap, expecting it to be just crumpled and tossed aside. She was surprised when Harry slipped it into his pocket, and with the same hand pulled out his wand. Curiously she watched as Harry deliberately held his wand behind his back. She didn't have a clue what he was doing and that uncertainty seemed to somehow make her nervous. Harry tilted his wand slowly but obviously towards her without so much as looking her way. Pansy couldn't believe her own reaction as her heart began to pump faster. Surely she wasn't scared, she was a Pureblood Slytherin. Sure Harry seemed to have a bit of a screw loose now as there were rumors in Slytherin house of him attacking people at the world cup, and now nearly killing Malfoy in the halls, but he wouldn't curse her here in class just for being curious, surely he wouldn't. She could feel adrenaline pumping through her system as he pointed his wand directly at her chest.

As she reached for her own wand in an attempt for some sort of security she saw odd glowing letters began to form, hovering just above the pages of her open book, 'Taught him to watch his tongue'. As the words became clear she realized it must somehow be Harry's doing. Her hands let go of her own wand, as she exhaled in silent relief. She almost laughed to herself, as she realized how dramatic she seemed. "Of course he wasn't going to curse me here in class, it's just Harry Potter, the same Harry that fainted at the very sight of a Dementor", Pansy thought to her self. She still wasn't quite sure what had caused her to become so nervous when she saw his wand pointing at her. Maybe it had something to do with his new demeanor. Other then the obvious growth spurt, there was something else she couldn't quite put her finger on.

As the glowing words began to vanish she wished to herself she knew the spell he was using, as it would be a gift when trying to talk with her friends in class. Instead she tore of another small piece of parchment from the edge of her text book and scribbled her response on it, before grabbing her wand, and floating the note into Harry's lap with a soft murmuring, "Wingardium Leviosa".

Harry quickly unfurled the next note and read, 'I heard you knocked out Crab and Goyle, and then you choked Draco unconscious'. Harry took a look back over his shoulder as he finished reading. Pansy raised a singular smug yet curious eyebrow in response, as if to say, 'well did you'. Harry could swear she was hiding back an impressed smile behind her pursed lips.

His response appeared before her again, 'Have you come to fight his battles for him is that it?'. Draco had usually sat there next to Pansy, but had distanced himself seemingly as far away from Harry as possible the last few days. Pansy read the words to herself quietly as they disappeared. It seemed Harry had found a bit of bite back in him as she wasn't used to his limited communications with her ever being so confrontational. As she went to rip another corner from the textbook to write her third note, letters appeared before her again, 'and don't tear up the class books, it's very childish Pansy'. She stopped what she was doing. How dare he tell her what to do, how dare he treat her like a child, she thought to herself. Pansy didn't go to tear another note. Instead she crossed her arms and sat back in her chair, waiting for Harry to turn and look at her so she could tell him with her face how she feels, with an eye-roll and a scowl.

She waited for him to give her the satisfaction of just a simple peek over his shoulder, but it never came. She saw him put away his wand even, it was like he forgot about her. She couldn't help but be angry, it was Harry Potter the most insufferable Gryffindor in the whole castle, and he acted as if he was to good to even turn around and look at her. It was as she began to tap her foot in irritation that the same glowing words began to appear just above the pages of her text book. She was shocked at first as Harry was no longer pointing his wand at her, she didn't know how he could be still doing it. 'I could teach you this instead, just please stop throwing this little temper tantrum, it doesn't look good on you, you know'. As she read, her shock quickly reverted back into anger. How dare he!

As Harry wrote the words with the spell he smiled to himself knowing Pansy couldn't see his face. The truth was he actually did like it when she was upset like this. Though he knew it was extremely petty, it felt good to see a bit of her irritation after three year of her consistent rudeness, and even awfulness, towards himself and his friends. Harry heard Pansy slam her text book close before a short screeching of a chair, followed by what must have been her grabbing Draco and forcing him to follow her as she slipped out of class.

Somewhere in the back of Harry's mind that all to familiar voice spoke again, but it seemed pleased this time rather than the typical rage and anger, "Seems the bitch listens, she didn't tear that book again did she". Harry couldn't help but break another cheeky smile. For once his true self and the darkness seemed to be thinking the same thing, albeit one still with much more aggression.

After classes finished for the day, Harry and Ron found themselves in the Great Hall for dinner. As they walked through the large doors into the grand room, they both seemed to take notice simultaneously that Hermione was absent. Walking over towards their spot, Ron looked at Harry and said, "She's really serious about this whole ignoring us thing huh? You sure it wasn't something I did?".

Ron had asked this question already today as it was clear Hermione had been avoiding them. "No, no, I think you're fine mate, like I said, you know her, she would have let you know if she was pissed at you.". Harry had assured Ron of this multiple times in a few different ways throughout the day. He knew why she was upset. "Let's just move on and get some food, hopefully she'll feel like talking again tomorrow."

With that Harry and Ron took seats at opposite sides of the long table and began to grab and scoop food onto their plates in near unison. As the two hungry teen boys began to feverishly tear through their freshly loaded plates like only growing young men could they were joined by Luna and Ginny. Both of them had been so engrossed in there meals that they didn't even notice the pair of girls walk up beside them, Luna on Harry's side and Ginny by her brother. As Harry slid his fork out of his mouth his eyes lingered on Ginny as she took a seat. For some reason the wide eyed and frozen stiff little girl from the burrow flashed through his mind. She had grown up so much since then. Though her body was still what some would call boyish or underdeveloped as she lacked anything but a hint of budding breasts or the womanly curves other girls around her age had begun to form. She had grown in other ways. The way she held her head high and confidently met peoples gaze, including Harry's, as she walked around school spoke a great deal about her new boldness Still for some odd reason Harry felt as if he could see the scared little girl underneath it all. More accurately he felt as if Voldemort could see it.

"Hello Harry.", Luna said cheerfully as she took her seat right next to Harry. She was close enough that it would have been uncomfortable if it was someone Harry didn't know. Just before Harry looked over to smile at Luna, he realized that Ginny was staring at him. She had caught him staring at her and her body. Though he knew he should be, Harry was simply unabashed as he looked over at Luna, returning her warm smile and said, "Hello Luna, how was your day girls?". As Harry asked this he immediately realized that Luna had seen him ogling Ginny as well. She seemed completely unfazed.

"Oh it as okay, we got to help Hagrid with his new Bowtruckles which is always nice.", Luna told him, looking over at Ginny as well.

"Yeah they were okay I guess.", Ginny said halfheartedly as she reached over her brothers plate to grab at a sweet-roll.

Luna gave Harry a familiar sly smile as she took a bite of food and said, "Ginny just didn't like them because one of them crawled into her shirt and wouldn't come out. I thought she was going to take her shirt off in front of the whole class trying to get it out."

With that Ginny's face turned bright red and her eyes widened like saucers. It was the same face Harry had burned in his memory of his first few times meeting her. Somehow it was as if Luna had known what he was thinking earlier and had in some way brought the nervous girl out of her casually in conversation.

"Luna!", Ginny said in a whispered shout.

"My little sister better not be taking her shirt off in front of the whole class", Ron said in return. Unfortunately for Ginny he seemed to have very little control of the volume of his voice as usual.

Ginny's face looked mortified at this point as she tried not to look at anyone but Luna, or her plate. Harry felt his dick suddenly twinge as he watched Ginny squirm with embarrassment. The dark part inside him wanted nothing more then to tell Luna to antagonize her more, but his other side wanted to change the subject for Ginny.

"Oh I'm sorry Ginny… I didn't realize it was that big of a deal.", Luna told her. Ginny's eyes met Luna's and bounced to Harry and back, as if to say, 'not in front of him'. Luna understood the message clearly, but the truth was she understood it before she said anything. "Well anyway you shouldn't be embarrassed Ginny, it was just that all the Bowtruckles seemed to love you so much they wanted to come with you.", Luna continued with a smile.

"I remember working with Bowtruckles last year, cute little things.", Harry added to the conversation, still taking looks at Ginny.

"Yeah Ginny seemed to have the magic touch, she was the only one in class who could handle the bigger ones", Luna said in a completely straight voice, although Harry could swear she was intentionally making insinuations.

"Bowtruckles were the little stick things that bit me on the nose huh?", Ron added in, asking Harry.

Letting out a short chuckle Harry responded jokingly, "Yeah, yeah, seems they have a thing for Weasley's. Must be the hair that drives em wild".

While Ron responded snarkily, Harry was still more focused on his sister. While he had almost always found her attractive there was something so inciting about her when she was flustered. Though it may seem completely innocent to everyone else, to Harry it was almost erotic the way humiliation seemed to torture her inside. Harry, in a flash of true self, felt that he must surely be broken to be experiencing this much pleasure at such an odd silly embarrassment of Ginny. He could hear Ron continue on, almost background noise now as he stabbed at the vegetables on his plates and stole glances at Ginny. Suddenly without warning Harry felt a hand gentle squeeze his inner thigh up against his crotch, causing him jump ever so slightly, and drop his for onto his plate loudly and clatter off onto the table.

Luna had just casually grabbed at his crotch and brushed against his already semi erect cock there in the middle of dinner. Looking over at her quickly he saw that she was not looking back at him, only scooping a bit of food innocently, like she didn't do anything at all. Then he realized that both Ginny and Ron were staring at him. "Alright mate?", Ron asked him.

"Yeah just slipped out of my hand is all", Harry said. Ron and Ginny glanced oddly at each other as Luna still acted as if she was completely oblivious to what she had just caused him to do. As the conversation slowly started to continue and Harry returned to eating, the desire in him continued to burn. Luna had only added heat to it. It was like she could also feel his growing fascination with Ginny's embarrassment.

Harry nodded and made agreeing noises enough to fake his own continuation in the other threes conversation that had turned to another one of Hagrid's fantastical creatures. His mind was still locked on Ginny and partially Luna however. The two girls had done an amazing accidental job at making him forget his worries with Hermione for the moment. Harry tried to fight it, but the thing sharing his mind, could not get the idea of embarrassing her further out of his mind. It wanted to see that cute speckled face turn hues of crimson again. He wanted to be the one to make it turn that way. Then, like a predator waiting to pounce, Harry, or the thing inside him saw an odd opportunity. Ginny had just finished her plate and had brought a large full glass of pumpkin juice to her mouth. Harry couldn't help himself. He knew it was mean, but the darkness didn't let him care. Without the need for his wand he quickly jerked the bottom end of her glass upwards with a Leviosa as she brought it to her lips.

The orange liquid splashed around her face and directly onto her white button up and Gryffindor vest. Ginny made a small coughing noise as she brought the glass quickly back down to the table. The front of her uniform and lap were covered in the juice which was now almost half empty. Ron in reaction had jumped away from her, sliding down the bench. "Ginny, what the hell!", he shouted as he scooted away. His shout was loud enough to draw the attention of multiple people including some from the visiting schools. As a small giggle hummed across the tables at Ginny's expense Harry saw the familiar look as her face flushed.. Everyone around was looking at her now, and those in front of her could quickly see the white fabric of her button up soak through as it stuck to her skin almost translucent.

Ginny's insides burned hot with embarrassment. She wanted to break down and cry. The only reason she hadn't yet is because she knew it would make the situation even more awful for herself. It was bad enough that everyone was laughing at her, but she could swear she could see Harry smirk as the liquid began to soak into her clothes. It made her feel like crawling out of her own skin. Like curling up in a ball so tight that she simply dis-appeared forever. It was only when she caught Harry's piercing eyes that it seemed to shift ever so slightly, into something she couldn't even really describe. She knew it made her legs feel weak, like they could barely hold her little frame upright, and something else. It was like the odd sensation she got in her stomach when suddenly diving downwards on her broom, except it was more to her core and somehow felt warm and fluttery.

As Harry saw Ginny beginning to stand from the table and leave to clean herself, he said, "Wait!", stopping her where she stood, one leg already out of the bench. Pointing his wand at her chest he cast Tergeo on her uniform. The liquid on Ginny's uniform rapidly disappeared, before he stuffed his wand back into his robes.

"Right… smart", Ginny said as she went to take her seat again, still feeling quite ashamed. As she dd, Harry feel a familiar hand grab at his crotch again. It was Luna silently groping him once again, yet this time she had placed her hand directly on Harry's now stiff cock. She only grabbed gently, but Harry knew she could feel how hard he was, he just didn't know if she knew why, but something told him Luna always knew more than she let on.

Luna gave him one firm squeeze before sliding her hand back into her own lap and continuing to eat, as if nothing odd had happened during that dinner. As the conversation slowly and awkwardly picked back up, Harry had the urge to use his gift on Ginny right there in the middle of dinner. He knew it would be risky because he was now unsure exactly what kind of effect it would have on her, now that he had used it on Luna. Would Ginny become a perfectly controllable slate of a person like Lavender, would she become a crazed horny animal like Petunia, or maybe she would be just like Luna and simply be amused and delighted at the "fuzzy feeling". Harry decided against rolling the dice. Instead he went with the option he knew the outcome on. He dumped as much of his allure onto Luna as he could without having to stop eating or talking to focus. In response, as Ginny and Ron's eyes were elsewhere, he felt Luna scoot up close just like she had the day before at dinner. It was comforting and drove him even more wild with desire at the same time. Looking into her eyes he could tell she was enjoying what she described as 'a song she could feel'.

The longer he casually used his gift on Luna, the more he realized how good it felt to be dumping the allure onto someone else. It was like a muscle that he was never able to stop flexing, finally got the break it so needed. More and more he recognized how much of a burden on him this thing truly was to hold back, and more and more he recognized how amazing Luna was to be able to be a magnet of sorts for this power. Harry continued this outlet of power focused on Luna throughout the rest of dinner, until they retired to the common room. He went to bed that night horny, but feeling somehow relaxed by using his allure on Luna for so long.

Chapter 14: Silencio

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Harry dashed through the canvas flap of the Weasley's tent. As the cool air hit his chest, another awful scream hit his ears. He broke out into a run, already knowing what he would find. Seven wizards dressed in black robes with masked faces cast spells and laughed as they destroyed nearby tents. What Harry did not expect was what floated above them, the naked limp contorted bodies of Hermione, Luna, and Ginny floated unnaturally just above their heads. Harry could see there bodies were painted with streaks of mud, and large misshapen awful bruises. They

Harry had never known anger like in that instant. Never known that rage could be so consuming of his own psyche. His mind went blank, there was no Harry Potter, there was no Voldemort, there was only his body and his magic. Simply a vessel for hatred and violence. "Avada Kedavra!", the lungs and mouth shouted. The knuckles went white around the wand, as a brilliantly bright streak of green flashed across the campground, bright enough to illuminate many of the colorful tents it passed. The eyes watched the biggest man fell limp in the mud, as the legs propelled the vessel towards the crowd. Again and again the same words rang out, "Avada Kedavra!, Avada Kedavra!", each one followed by a brighter and fiercer flash of green.

The campground was silent as Harry returned. Scattered around him were the empty faces of wizards snuffed out by the wand he still held. Just in front of him in the mud lay the lifeless figures of his three dear friends. Harry fell to his knees, dropping his wand in the mud, he didn't see why he would need it anymore. What he wanted to fight for was there in front of him and he had failed.

Harry awoke with a shock. His forehead beaded with sweat as he felt his chest pounding. Instinctively he grabbed at his wand, checking to see if it was still there. He tried to clear the wicked dream from his mind. He could still feel the anger lingering, and he could still picture the vacantness behind their eyes. Through the curtains of his four-poster he could hear the snores of Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Neville filling the room. Sitting up Harry begin to quickly and quietly get ready for the day before slipping out into the common room unnoticed. He needed to be away from anyone. He could only imagine what he may do in that moment if someone crossed him. Luckily for him, and everyone else, he passed not a soul as he strode purposefully through the corridors, in search of the enticing solidarity of the seventh floor room.

As he arrived at the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy Harry was surprised to see that the familiar large wooden door that had previously only sprung into existence when he asked, was already there. Glancing down both directions of the hall, to see if anyone was watching, Harry then walked tensively up to the door and placed his ear upon it. Listening quietly he thought he could hear a faint sound coming from inside. It was too faint to discern anything but brief tones on the edge of audibility. Though nothing about it struck him as dangerous, Harry pulled his wand from his robes before pulling on the handle swiftly. His brain was still in attack mode.

Stepping inside with his wand held tight but pointed at the floor, Harry saw none other than Luna Lovegood sitting on the familiar couch the two shared the night before. "Oh, it's you, I didn't realize you knew how to get in here.", Harry said as he stashed he wand back into his robes. Some of his anger immediately diminished at the sight of her. It was only as she turned to look at him did Harry realize what the sound he heard through the door was.

Luna had been sitting on the couch, clutching a large pillow, crying to herself. A copy of the Quibbler lay open on the table next to a full pitcher of the familiar purple Quambambo. As Harry approached he could see the magazine was open to an article on some odd creature. On the left page was a colorful un-moving painting or artists interpretation of a strange pixy like animal. On the right page was a photo of Luna and her father together in a peculiar forest, apparently looking for this creature. The photo of them was striking as the father and daughter pair were smiling brightly as they held hands, peering further into the forest.

Harry's heart sunk as he could feel familiar anger growing. "Luna…", was all he managed to say as he rushed over to her, wrapping his arms around her, as he sat directly behind her on the large couch.

"I don't know if I can do this Harry", she said as she felt Harry's arms wrap around her. She clutched the pillow tighter as tears continued to flow down her face.

Harry wandlessly closed the copy of the Quibbler on the table, hiding the picture of Luna and Xenophilius. He leaned his head into hers, his mouth just above her ear as he whispered into it, "You don't have to… I will do it for you." Harry squeezed her tighter as he continued, "You won't have to go back to him ever again." Harry didn't know what else to do other than hold her in that moment in a small attempt at comfort. The dream popped back in his mind pulled her body into his. His anger shifted to Luna's father.

Luna threw the large pillow she was clutching aside as she turned to to face Harry. Wiping away her tears with her robe sleeve she took a breath before looking at him and saying, "I've thought about this all night, I didn't even sleep, and I just need you to promise me something Harry."

"Anything Luna.", Harry said to her.

"Promise me that you will always fight for me, and promise me Harry that no matter what you will always be there, even if I just need to cry all night on your shoulder because I miss momma.", Luna said, the corners of her eyes becoming watery again.

"Luna," Harry said in a stern whisper, "I promise to always fight for you, even if Voldemort himself is trying get to you," Harry stared straight into her beautiful silvery eyes, "I promise you that no matter what happens, if the world around you is burning, I will be there in the flames."

For the first time since early yesterday evening, Harry saw Luna's lips break a gentle smile. "You know you're beautiful when your crying Luna, but I'd do anything to see that smile.", Harry told her, still in a whisper.

Luna said nothing, but in response leaned in and kissed Harry just as passionately as the night before. As her soft tongue began to dance with his, Harry felt her hand grab at his robes pulling herself in tighter to him. Harry wrapped his arms around her as well, feeling protective and possessive of her all at the same time. Suddenly, without warning, he felt Luna grab at his crotch. Pulling back in shock Harry exclaimed, "Luna please, you don't have to do that."

"I know Harry.", Luna responded casually, immediately returning to kissing him as she grabbed his quickly hardening cock once again through his pants again.

He knew he shouldn't let her. He knew it was probably the last thing she needed to be doing. He just wanted to hold her and let her cry her feelings away into his arms for the rest of the day, but that little slice of darkness seemed to stir at her touch. Like a bear waking from it's single night hibernation, it was hungry. "She owes us", the crisp familiar voice came from just over his shoulder. Harry wanted to fight the voice, to shout back at it in front of Luna who would no doubt be extremely confused. He hadn't even actually done anything for her other than made her open promises. Then he felt her tongue against his, and her hand find its way partially around his shaft through his pants.

"Luna….", Harry said once more in feeble protest, between her kisses.

Luna pulled back just ever so slightly from his lips. In the inch of space now between their mouths, Luna slid one single pointer finger up to Harry's lips in a shushing motion. It was clear she did not want to hear any protests from him.

Instead of fighting like his innermost self wanted to, he grabbed at her soft hips as she continued to stroke and kiss him. As Harry began to moan softly into Luna's mouth in response to her touch, she removed her hand from his crotch. Opening his eyes momentarily he saw that she had stopped to grab her wand that had been tucked behind her ear. Slipping it out, she pointed it at Harry's thigh. Breaking their kiss for only long enough to whisper, "Evanesco". Harry's pants vanished, revealing his now stiff cock. The sudden exposure to air sent a shiver down his spine as he watched Luna promptly stick the wand right back behind her ear.

"Harry I am going to suck your dick again, but I have a request.", Luna told him, seemingly back to her bluntly forward self.

Harry was a bit taken back. Just like the day prior he was always shocked at how quickly Luna got to the point, and how okay she was being nothing but openly honest around him. "Anything Luna, just name it.", Harry responded to her candid statement.

"This may sound strange, but, could you maybe… be rough with me.

"Luna, I shouldn't even be okay with you doing this right now, I should be the one taking care of you, not using you, and now you want me to be rough?"

"Harry, I've never had the option to say how I want it. This is me taking that option don't you see, and I am choosing for you to not to be gentle… Daddy is always gentle", Luna told him as she stared up from his cock.

"Luna… Never call him that in front of me again… it makes me sick.", Harry said with absolute sincerity.

Luna responded with a devilishly pert grin. It was as if she was happy to get a little rise out of him. She hoped it would get her exactly what she wanted. Never breaking eye contact with Harry, Luna began to crawl off of him, and place herself on her knees between his legs. With the teasing smile still on her face, Luna lowered her head until her lips made gentle contact with the tip of his cock. Still never breaking eye contact, Luna stuck out her little pink tongue and gave the underside of Harry's tip a few slow laps.

Luna then tilted her head to the side and ran her tongue all the way down his length to his sack. Without hesitation, and still not breaking eye contact, Luna opened her mouth and began to suck on one of Harry's large balls. He could feel his sack pressing against her chin as she struggled to bring one of them inside her mouth.

"Fuck that feels good Luna", Harry muttered as he reached out to caress her hair. Luna responded by giving on his balls a strong suck bringing it almost entirely into her mouth, before letting in go with a popping suction sound. As soon as Harry's balls were out of her mouth, Luna returned back to his tip, Stretching her mouth obscenely wide, she was able to take his entire head into her mouth quickly. Harry let out a soft moaning grunt as she began to expertly dance circles around it with her tongue. Luna wasted no further time as she began to shove Harry's length into her mouth and throat. As Luna's nose began to brush against his pubic hair, Harry couldn't help but thrust his hips upwards in attempt to to feel every last bit of her warm throat.

Harry's thrust caused Luna to shoot her head upward and began coughing and sputtering. It was obvious she had not been ready for this and Harry shoving his cock further inside caused her to choke and gag. Harry immediately felt awful for it, saying "Luna, I'm sorry I, thought you said you…".

As Harry started to apologize Luna quickly grabbed at the wand still tucked securely behind her ear and pointed it directly at Harry's mouth. With no hesitation or second thought, she muttered, "Silencio".

Harry was cutoff mid sentence, his words no longer made any sound. He couldn't believe it. She just hexed him. He was trying to apologize and she hexed him. He knew without a doubt he could easily reverse the spell, but that was besides the point. As Harry sat there stunned as all could be, he saw the sly smile grow even wider upon Luna's face before she tossed her wand unto the couch cushion just beside him, and immediately plunged his dick back into her mouth, sucking happily. If Harry had been struggling with his darker emotions before, this pushed him over the edge. The piece of Voldemort inside him, saw it as a challenge, and it immediately accepted.

Harry even went to say 'so that's how it's going to be huh?', before realize his mistake. Instead he quietly ran his fingers through her blonde hair. Grabbing a hold tightly, Harry used her hair as leverage to shove himself deeper into her mouth He could feel her throat stat to immediately fight back as it tried to swallow or spit up the head of his cock from deep within. The effect was only pleasure as it milked his cock. Wanting to moan but finding it impossible only fueled Harry's dark desires further. The side of him that wanted to spend all day holding her while she weeped had been all but pushed aside. All that was left was the side that wanted nothing more than something that could only be explained as hatefucking her face.

Harry roughly forced her head upwards off of him, he could feel the entire length of his cock slip from her mouth and throat. Harry freed one of his hands from her hair, keeping a tight hold with the other, causing her head to be pulled to the side slightly. Luna only smiled that teasingly sly smile back at him, taunting him. With his free hand he placed two of his fingers at the entrance of her mouth, to which Luna responded by opening her mouth widely and sticking out her tongue expectantly. Even with her mouth open wide, Harry could see the corners of her eyes smiling at him. "Merlin, she has a cute little fucking tongue.", Harry thought to himself before shoving his two fingers inside her mouth as well.

She did not close her mouth even to suck on his fingers as Harry rammed them all the way to the back of her little tongue. Instead she kept her mouth open as wide as possible almost as if to say, 'yes, this mouth is yours, do with it as you wish'. Harry planned to do just that as he felt the corners of her mouth and lips it hit his palm and hand. He could feel her throat respond as his fingers hit the back of it, seemingly at their max, but Harry wanted more, he wanted to watch her gag again, and this time he wouldn't even think about apologizing.

Harry squeezed tighter with the hand that was still wrapped around her hair, as he forced his fingers further inside her mouth, causing the sides of her lips to be stretched back. Once he was confident he could fit no deeper, Harry began to flex his two fingers in her mouth back and fourth in a beckoning motion. He was delighted with the immediate response as he saw Luna's eyes tighten and began to fill with water in response to her gag reflex being forcibly stimulated. Increasing the pace and pressure with his fingers, Luna kept one hand on his cock, as she brought her other hand up to grab at his forearm. Harry felt her hand wrap around his arm, but she did not seem to be trying to pull him away or out. Harry took her lack of struggle as a sign to continue as pushed harder into her throat.

Finally, after some effort on his part, Harry got what he wanted. Luna made an involuntary small retching sound as her back arched foreword and he felt her throat tighten almost completely around his fingers. Though Luna gagged horribly, she did not attempt to pull away or stop him. Even as a solitary tear began to run down her cheek, due to how much her eyes had began to water.

Harry pulled back on his fingers slightly giving her a chance to breathe. He began to pump them softly in and out, as Luna closed her mouth around them and began to suck gently. Still holding her head in place, Harry leaned forwards towards her, bring his face within inches of her cheek. Opening his own mouth and sticking out his tongue, Harry licked one single time up the entirety of her cheek. He could taste the bitter saltiness of her tear.

Satisfied, Harry leaned back into the couch and guided her open mouth to his cock once more. He immediately began to shove her down to her limit on his cock, all but bottoming out in her throat. Now holding Luna's head in place he once again, thrust his hips into her. Her eyes stared back at him as her nose dis-appeared and re-appeared from his pubic hair. He wanted to say awful, lust filled things to her, but could not. This fueled his own frustration as he reached in and pinched closed Luna's nose, and bottomed out once again. Luna's eyes went wide as she realized her predicament. Cock in her throat, and nostrils forced shut, there was no way to get any sort of oxygen. Harry had to actually fight back an orgasm, as Luna in response, did not pull away in search of a much needed breath, instead only shoved her face harder into his crotch. He could feel her nose smash into him, as she even stuck her tongue out to tease his balls. As Harry's orgasm continued to build, he only thrust his hips faster, in short little motions that could not feel good for her, but was bliss beyond anything else for Harry. Finally just before, he came into her throat, Harry let go of Luna's nose and hair, pulling his his cock out of her mouth. Luna immediately gasped loudly as she refilled her lungs with much needed air.

Harry suddenly raised both his feet off the floor and into the air. Shifting his hips foreword on the couch so that his buttcheeks were almost hanging off the edge, Harry grabbed Luna by the top of the head and shoved downwards, forcing her face directly down towards his own asshole. For just a moment Harry thought he may have gone to far in his fulfillment of her request. His split mind debated both apologizing, and yelling at her, when he felt Luna's wet tongue push flat against his anus. The feeling was incredible as she started to massage his asshole with her saliva, and his balls rested against her nose and face. He could feel his anus began to contract slightly and hiss balls tighten as she even began to poke her tongue ever so slightly inside of him. He could feel her warm saliva inside his asshole, as she continued to obediently stroke his spit covered cock with her free hand. Harry couldn't help but try to let out a loud moan as Luna's other hand grabbed one of his ass cheeks and spread it, allowing her better access at his asshole. He could feel her cheeks pressing against his ass, as she shoved her face harder against him, her tongue dancing circles expertly.

Letting go of her head, he grabbed at the back of his own knees and pulled them higher, allowing Luna even more access to his most sensitive spot. It was this sheer pleasure, that caused Harry to finally break the silencing charm Luna had placed him under. He felt a powerful orgasm coming, as Luna pumped his cock above her own head now. "Ah Fuck Luna, I am going to cum!", Harry shouted out aggressively. Only upon hearing this did Luna break her concentration from his asshole. Pulling her head back up she continued to stroke steadily. Her now other free had let go of his butt cheek and cupped firmly around his balls, or at least as much of his balls as she could fit in her hand.

Harry grabbed at the couch as Luna looked directly back into his eyes, her sly seductive smile still evident as she opened her mouth wide just as before, and stuck out her little saliva covered tongue. Harry could do nothing but let out a loud moan as he was hit by bliss and began to shoot large ropes of cum onto Luna's cute face and mouth. Watching her expectantly take his cum into her mouth, and onto her cheeks seemed to push his orgasms even further. If it was possible to have multiple orgasms simultaneously, Harry was sure he was.

Harry didn't move for a while after his orgasm began to subside. He watched as Luna swallowed the cum that had landed in her mouth, but not remove the other its that still clung to her cheek and chin. She only continued to softly massage his slowly unswelling member happily as she stared into his eyes. Once she was satisfied that he was fully taken care of, she placed both her hands on his bare thighs.

"Sorry if that was to much Luna, I know that was a lot.", Harry said, now feeling a bit ashamed at his own depraved actions.

"There you go apologizing again. You didn't seem apologetic while you were trying to make gag, or forcing me to eat your asshole.", Luna said. It was like the words coming from her mouth had no sexual connotation at all, she may have been talking about the weather she seemed so matter of fact.

Harry grabbed at the back of his messy black hair uncomfortably. "Yeah I… I don't know, it's like a lose control I guess… you would let me know if I go to far right?", Harry asked her. The feeling of guilt still growing, as Voldemort's influence drained from him.

"Yes I would.", Luna said quite assuredly. "It's like someone else takes over when your really horny….", Luna said almost in a dreamy sort of way, "it's quite exciting really". Luna's familiar bright smile spread across her face. It did a great deal to ease Harry's feelings of shame, seeing that she seemed to be back to her usual self.

"So have you always fantasied about it rough like that Luna?", Harry asked her putting one of his hands on top of hers on his thigh.

"Oh pretty much, it's just da…", She stopped mid sentence, she realized she was about to call him daddy again. "Well… you know who, was always so timid… it just feels so freeing. It's almost like even though you are the one in control, it makes me feel like I finally have some control, because I am choosing for you to do it. Does that make sense Harry?"

Harry thought about it for a minute. It did make sense to him. Not entirely, but he could see how doing something so different than what she was used to could be freeing. If since her mother died, she had been for a lack of a better term, forced to be abused gently, then choosing to be used roughly was something entirely different. Though Harry could not lie, it still made him, the him without any of You-Know-Who's influence, uneasy and a little bit sick. "Ya I suppose it does", Harry finally told her. With that Luna stood up, grabbed at her wand again, and cast a quick scourgeify on the mess that covered both of them.

"I wish we didn't have to go to class already.", Harry said as he watched the, saliva, semen, and tears disappear from Luna's face.

"Oh I'm sure we will have plenty of time for other stuff later.", Luna responded happily.

Harry immediately wondered what she meant by other things, but shoved it to the back of his mind as he re-appeared his pants and stood up from the couch. As Luna reached for the now closed copy of the Quibbler to stuff it in her bag, Harry looked at her and said, "You know I am serious right, about what I said?"

"What's that Harry?", Luna asked.

"That I am going to put an end to all that…. Before next break when you have to see him again, I will make things better for you.", He told Luna sternly serious.

"Oh I know you will Harry. That's why I'm so happy to give myself to you.", she said, smiling back at him.

"I don't want this to be some kind of payment Luna… that makes me feel... disgusting, like I am no better than him.", Harry told her. It really did make him feel as if he was on the same level as her father, and he hated it.

"You misunderstand me Harry. I am happy to finally want to give myself to somebody. Like I said yesterday, I knew you were different and special from the first day we met and I was a crying mess. Not just how you stood up for me without question, but more than that, you are the only person who ever really seems to care what I have to say. Even Ginny lets my words sometimes flow in one ear and out the other when I talk, but you don't. That's why your the first person I knew I could tell about da… my father, I knew you would listen and believe me. That's why I want to give myself to you like this Harry Potter, I have never tried to hide who I am from anyone. I am 'Looney' Lovegood and that's just fine, because with you, I know I can be happy being just that."

Harry just looked at her for a moment. His chest swelled with a bit of pride that he could make someone feel so secure and good, while just a hint of him felt sadness at the fact that Luna had gone seemingly her whole life, since he mother passed, without someone she truly felt understood her. He was in a sense sorry she was so different as it must make life so much harder on her, but it was that difference that he found so extraordinarily beautiful. Like a colorful insect from another planet, a beauty so intrinsically different than anything else in this world that it was shunned and feared.

"You will always be perfect to me Luna." Harry said softly, grabbing her hand as he leaned in and kissed her cheek tenderly.

"I know", Luna whispered back as he broke the kiss. A slightly cheeky pleased smile spread across her face.

"Come on, let's head to class before were late.", Harry said squeezing her hand gently.

Luna simply smiled at him, as the two turned for the single large door leading out of the room. As Harry neared the handle he felt a single delicate hand reach out and grab a handful of his left butcheek playfully. Turning to face Luna he gave her a knowing smile, as he swung open the large door, holding it open for her. She didn't even look at his face as she walked into the hall past him, as if she was not the one who just felt him up.

Following her into the corridor Harry's mind was as free as the first day he entered the Hogwarts Halls. His outlook felt renewed, and he knew it would be a good day. He was actually excited for classes for the first time in a while, even though up first was one of his least favorites, Potions.

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Chapter 15: Two Black Candles

Notes:

I know a lot of you were waiting for Hermione to re-enter the fray, and I am sorry it took so long to release this update. I had written and rewritten it several times entirely, un happy with where it was. I'm still not completely satisfied with it, but I hope you all do enjoy where it has ended up.

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On the other side of Hogwarts, in the cozy silence of the Gryffindor girls dormitory, Lavender Brown parted the curtains of her four poster, letting the sharp morning light spill across her face. Sitting at the side of the bed she yawned and stretched, running her fingers through her blonde hair, still messy from sleeping. The suns warmth felt good against the bits of skin her loose robe left exposed. The soft scent of chamomile hit her nose. After three years of rooming together she knew it to be Parvati's perfume gently spreading through the room, letting her know it was time to get ready for the day.

Lavender stood up and turned to face her small wooden dresser beside her bed, it was easy to prepare when you didn't need to decide on an outfit for the day. Tossing her night robe lazily onto her disheveled bed knowing well that it would be cleaned and proper by the time she returned from even her first class. Her panties were next, tossed atop her robe. She didn't know why she had recently took to removing her pubic hair with magic, but as she looked down at her own smooth mound she felt somehow as if it were the right thing to do. She had no idea that it was the still lingering order that Harry Potter had given her when she was under his influence. He had told her to make sure she was shaved for next time. Her subconscious seemed to be obliging.

Slipping into a fresh pair of underwear and clasping a new bra, Lavender reached for her red and gold uniform when something perked her ear. To one side of her was her bed, still warm and messy, and to the other side was Hermione's. Laveneder initially figured her curly headed classmate to be already in the common room, or even Library like some days, but the sound she had just heard was coming from Hermione's bed. All of the curtains that Lavender could see were still closed which was odd, Hermione usually was the first one out of bed, the first one in class, and definitely didn't sleep in.

Worried, Lavender wondered if she should try to wake her. Sure she had woken Parvati before and vice versa, but this was Hermione. If she wasn't awake before both of them, something must be wrong. Pulling her skirt up over her own bottom, Lavender took a tentative step closer to Hermione's bed, and opened her mouth to call her friends name when she heard the sound again. It was a soft sleepy moan. Lavender's face went red as she felt her cheeks burn hot. It was most definitely a moan of pleasure and not one of pain. "Hermione couldn't be in there touching herself before class could she?", Lavender thought to herself for a moment, still quiet and unsure what to do.

Then just on the edges of what she could pick up, Lavender heard Hermione again. This time however, it was not just a sleepy moan that escaped her lips, Lavender heard her say, "Ginny…". The tone was breathy and low. Lavender could almost see the look of pleasure on Hermione's face as she said it.

Lavender immediately felt that unmistakable feeling of guilt bubbling inside her. She felt like she had just heard something forbidden, something naughty. Taking in all of her Gryffindor courage, Lavender swallowed bravely before opening her mouth and saying, "ummm...mione…". The words came out like whispers, and she was immediately certain that neither Hermione nor anyone else could have heard her. Rubbing her fingers nervously on the soft fabric of her school vest Lavender coughed obviously, partially hoping to clear her throat and partially hoping to somehow startle Hermione awake. She could hear Parvati humming to herself as the water ran in the bathroom nearby when Hermione spoke through her sleep again. "Take... it…", she murmured. Her soft sleeping tone still sounded like pleasure.

"Ummm… Hermione!", Lavender said again this time with much more gusto, not wanting to feel the uncomfortableness of her illicit eavesdropping any longer.

Hermione's eyes cracked opened in the darkness of her bed. Her breathing was heavy and she could feel a familiar warmth throbbing between her legs. She realized quickly that her own hand had made it's way between her legs and ontop her panties while she slept. Pulling her hand away she immediately realized that she must have had been playing with herself in her sleep. The tip of her middle finger a bit damp from where she had partially began to push the wet fabric into herself.

As she came to this realization, the dreams she had just been having swirled into her head. Somehow, Hermione felt ashamed at her own actions. She knew she was completely unconscious and asleep, but she hated that those sort of dreams could do that to her. She knew there must be something wrong with herself. Why couldn't she just be normal.

"Hermione… you in there girl?", Lavender said again unsure if Hermione was still sleeping.

Hermione, startled slightly by her classmates voice pulled herself up into a sitting position before answering, "Yeah I'm up… thank you Lavender.". Hermione barely heard her own response as she remembered the dream. Harry was taking Ginny. He had her bent over a couch and was thrusting into her like and animal as Ginny screamed in pleasure. She could hear the wet sounds of their flesh smacking together as Ginny seemed to lose more and more of the ability to hold herself up, slumping further into the large couch like a beautifully wilting rose.

The oddest part about the entire dream was not simply the fact that she couldn't get Ginny's faces of pleasure from her mind, but the fact that in the dream it was almost as if she was Harry. She knew very well that it was Harry and his cock turning Ginny into a sloppy moaning mess, but somehow she experienced the dream from Harry's perspective. Somehow it felt like it was her stretching her young friends tight holes with Harry's cock. She could still remember the pleasure of his large ball sack smacking into the wetness of Ginny's cunt. During it she had even remembered shouting at the whimpering Ginny in Harry's voice. "Come on Ginny, take it! Take it you fucking whore!" It was most certainly one of the most memorable dreams Hermione had ever had. She seemed to be having a lot of memorable ones lately. Hermione tried her best to forget it as she began to ease her way out of bed to start preparing for the day. The still tingling wetness of her pussy would not let the memory slip away easily.

The portrait of the Fat Lady swung close with an over dramatic yawn and a soft thud as Hermione stepped out into the corridor to meet the morning. She hadn't seen Harry amongst the other waking Gryffindor's, and for that she was somehow both relieved and worried. Since the incident in the Room of Requirement he was the only thing on her mind. In fact when she really thought about it, he had been the only thing on her mind since before that, the train ride when she kissed him maybe. She remembered the feeling well when he used his new magic on her. Pure radiating bliss, like being wrapped in a blanket stitched from threads made only of love and comfort. She also remembered the other side of him, digging his wand into her neck like a knife. His brilliant green eyes were hauntingly empty as he stared at her on her knees, and Hermione remembered being scared of him for the first time in her life. For just a moment she was convinced he would curse her just for saying no.

Hermione shuddered ever so slightly as she continued down the hall. She knew distancing herself from the situation like she had been was just going to make things worse, but she was torn on what to do. Over the past day she had been running her options over in her mind but none of them seemed good. Going to Dumbledore seemed like the most logical step, but she just couldn't betray Harry or his trust like that. The only thing Hermione was sure of was that she was scared, but Harry would not be able to handle this thing on his own, the book had told her that much. He would need someone. Hermione had tried to be that someone. She thought she could be, but when it came to it and she was down on her knees in front of him, staring up at his cock just inches from her mouth, she couldn't do it. She felt like she had failed him at that was the worst part, she was not just scared of and angry at him, but she was angry at herself, ashamed even. She knew she shouldn't be. She had done so much so far, so much that she never would have even imagined doing, so much that she should have been vehemently against.

The memory of Harry exposing Hannah Abbott in class flashed into Hermione' mind again causing another small shiver to trail down her spine. Gently tensing the muscles in her back in response tried to force her mind elsewhere. She was a good girl a didn't need to be thinking of things like that right before classes. Hermione let out a small frustrated sigh. She had woken up this morning wet from the dream, and since then, that hint of warm desire had stayed lingering with her. Hermione's face burned slightly red as she realized that she was already in front of the ladder up towards the Divination Classroom. She had once again spent the whole walk to class thinking of Harry. The past two days had been torturous.

As Hermione pushed open the circular trapdoor she took immediate notice that there was already fellow students at their desks. Even Lavender and Parvati had beaten her here and sat together at one of the small round desks giggling. It was odd for her not to be the first one to any class, her oversleeping was a rare occurrence. Letting the hatch fall closed behind her with a heavy clunk Hermione brushed herself off gently. It was not like the entrance to the Divination Classroom was dirty in any way, but the feeling of crawling up into what could only be described as an attic always made her feel as if she must be covered in dust. As Professor Trelawney busied herself at the front with the upcoming classwork, Hermione looked around the room for an open seat when her eyes met none other than Harry's.

He was giving her that adorable dorky smile that she knew came with real happiness. Her immediate tugging instinct was to walk over and sit beside him with a smile of her own, but something stopped her. As she went to take the step the same thing that had been causing her to avoid him for a day and a half kept her glued to her spot. It was nervous trepidation. It felt like such a small step, but somehow it seemed to carry such consequences. It meant decisions, and big ones. It felt as if that step towards or away from Harry could alter her entire life. To others it might seem like a ridiculous stretch, but to Hermione Granger it was almost glaringly obvious. That step towards him was giving up, which in itself was odd because she somehow knew that was easier. To just give in, be exactly who Harry needed most and give him some sort of odd power over her by telling him that the way he had been treating her was fine.

"Now now take your seat Miss Granger," Professor Trelawney suddenly said, looking up from her own desk through huge wide rimmed glasses and gesturing to the cozy armchair beside Harry's. "Overthinking fills the mind with doubt and clouds the third eye… not good for this classroom I say, not good at all."

Hermione gave another quick glance around the room in search of another open seat, before her feet began to move towards the table where Harry sat smiling at her. Setting her book bag against the bottom of her chair, she tried not to catch his glances as she pulled herself into the seat. On the large doily covered circular table layed a small, slowly smoldering bit of incense and two long black candles with odd slightly red wicks. They lay side by side in the middle of the table between Hermione and Harry unlit, but assuredly part of the daily lesson as each table had a matching pair. The only table that was currently missing theirs was Ron and Seamus near the back of the room. The two boys had already picked theirs up, and quickly began amusing each other with crude phallic gestures and jokes.

As Professor Trelawney cleared her throat to address the class, Hermione stole a single glance over. She met Harry's striking green eyes matching her gaze. He still had the same peculiar smile that made it hard not to smile back. This was definitely not the Harry she had last interacted with a day and a half ago. This was the Harry she hadn't seen since before summer break. Before things got complicated and weird, and just down right difficult. Back when her most intimate relationship was still an odd curiosity barely crossing her mind. She had never been scared of him back then.

"Now Gryffindor's, today will be a journey of discovery and understanding for any of you who are willing to leave yourselves open to it. In pairs you will be burning your Ceromancy candles and interpreting the signs together. Be warned however, these candles may not tell you anything you want to know. As is with the subtle art of divination, the weight of any discoveries lie only within the interpreter.", Professor Trelawney said to the class with her typical airy tone. Hermione was quite sure she only talked that way to make herself seem more mystical and extravagant. Personally she found it tiring and over the top.

The Professor went on to continue explaining the process of Ceromancy to the entire class as less than the entire class listened. She told them how to interpret the different ever changing colors of the magical flame, the way to read the different spillings of ink, and everything they would need to know to make the next incredible or perhaps doom bringing prophecy. As she finished Harry and Hermione both grabbed at their own candles, holding them in the bare skin of their hands for a while as in order to 'attune' them like they were told.

As Harry spun the large cylinder of wax in his hands, his mind raced. Much like Hermione his own thoughts about the previous few days were more than complicated. The morning with Luna was doing wonders for him. It was like the entire nasty sludge filled smog had been evaporated from his very soul and he had access to his mind and thoughts again. In its absences lay self perspective he had been all but privy to.

It was like he was slowly coming to the terrible realization of just how horrible he had been to Hermione. Much like the morning after he did what he did to Lavender, the sudden clarity of soul came with the nasty torture of guilt. He had spoken to her like she was nothing, he had thought of her as a hole. One of his best friends in the entire world Voldemort had reduced to worthless fuckmeat. He remembered holding his wand to her neck like a knife. She was at the end of his weapon trembling and it made his cock hard.

The smile that had been plastered on his face since he had been with Luna had finally gone. His mind for some reason wandered to Ginny, and her first year in the castle. He had the sudden thought that she had been invaded by Riddle as well. Nearly killed by it to. Harry wondered if this is how it felt for her. To feel so under control and normal, only to later realize how little control you had of it all. He had wanted to use Crucio on Hermione when she refused him last. Never before had he thought of casting an unforgivable, and somehow it was almost instinct. It was Voldemort's instinct. To regain the tiny bit of power over her she had taken just by saying no.

He didn't blame her for keeping her distance. She still believed the whole thing had something to do with him being a Veela or something. Harry knew that fact that she was even sitting beside him spoke to how deep her feelings, friendly or otherwise, were for him.

With out a single care who heard him Harry began to speak. The words just came out, he couldn't keep them in any longer. "Hermione, I'm sorry… I just… I didn't realize how bad it was". The last bit was almost said to himself as he came to the realization. He continued to stare at the candle without really looking at it.

Hermione didn't look over at Harry when she heard him speak. She knew it would influence how she reacted. She could still tell his words were spoken truly, she had known him long enough for that. He really meant what he said, and his tone said he was almost just now realizing that he meant it. "Yeah I don't think either of us realized how bad it was.", she said in a hushed tone, actually caring if someone overheard. Her quiet voice hit Harry like a truck. Her agreement to his statement meant she too, felt entirely in over her head and mistreated, as she rightly should.

"Okay class if you would all please began lighting your candles so we can start, and remember to let the flame speak, and listen closely.", Professor Trelawney announced.

Harry made no motion to do anything with his candle, other than beginning to pick at the wax with his thumbnail absentmindedly. He knew full and well he was still easily capable of the same powerful notice-me-not charm he had done before, but in his odd free but now somber state, he didn't even care to use it as he spoke. "Remember what I said to you in the hospital wing a few days ago?"

Hermione touched her wand to the tip of her candle and whispered "Incendio", the flame sparked to life. Watching as the dark string of smoke floated upwards unnaturally slow she replied to Harry, "I remember." Her tone was flat and punctual.

"I told you it feels like someone else is in control.", Harry continued. Hermione listened intently as she continued to watch the flame gently burn. Harry looked over at her, he wanted for her to see in his eyes how serious he was. Her eyes seemed to twinkle with the candles soft reflection. She wasn't looking back, but he continued anyway. "I think some one is in control sometimes.".

As Hermione glanced at Harry the flame of her candle began to change colors. Subtly shifting from the usual yellow-orange to an odd violet. In the short time she had been holding and lighting her candle, his smile had gone. She could almost feel him seep with worry. He wasn't saying this to convince her of anything, or try and somehow make her feel sorry in some odd awkward half apology. No, he was saying it because he was scared. It was the same scared Harry Potter she saw in the Hospital Wing.

"Harry I'm… I'm scared to, but… I don't think we should talk about this now.", Hermione sensibly whispered. "If you want we can meet in the place, after class.". As spoke about the room of requirement, her gut jerked. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to go back there with him

It hit harry that this was the right thing to do, he didn't want the whole school to know what madness was locked inside his mind, but he worried. The madness could come back, and then what? Could he say the things he felt needed to be said or would his thoughts be clouded by the pure need for domination, sexual or otherwise. If he told her how sorry he was at the end of the day when classes were done and over with, would he even mean it? At what point would Voldemort stir and the apology become just a ploy for her subservience. Harry didn't even know if he would be able to even tell when this transition begun. It was possible it already had.

"What if we can't meet after class Hermione?", he said, still digging the end of his fingernail into the black wax.

Hermione tried to guess what he may mean by that, but nothing good came to mind. Her heart-rate quickened slightly, as her candle turned two shades deeper of violet as the flame seemed to dance unnaturally fast. "I don't understand Harry… why wouldn't we be able to.", she said, taking a quick glance at the nearby tables to see if anyone seemed to be eavesdropping.

"There is a lot I need to tell you Mione.", Harry said, finally taking his eyes off his candle and looking at her.

For some reason Hermione felt it hard to meet the somberness of his gaze. She wished he was still giving her that cheesy smile. It would be easier to stay upset with him if he was happy. She didn't even know what had happened to change his emotions so fast. "Then after class tell me, I want to hear everything.", Hermione said. Half trying to get him to participate in class, and half trying to bring a distraction to him, Hermione reached her wand over and touched it to the wick of Harry's candle. Once again she whispered, "Incendio".

For only a brief moment a pure black wisp of flame appeared on Harry's candle before dissipating like it had been deprived of the oxygen needed to burn. Both of them looked at Harry's now unlit candle as dark black smoke began to steadily raise from the wick.

"I think we should talk now Mione", Harry said, letting the somehow eerie message of his candle speak for itself.

"Fine", Hermione started before lowering her voice to even more of a hushed whisper, "Can you do your disillusionment charm then?"

Harry made no indication of doing so other than placing his hand around his wand as he focused for a moment. He didn't even think of how easy it felt to make them all but un-noticeable in an instant in the middle of class. Letting the spell sit in, Harry began to speak. "Look, I know I don't have the right to ask anything of you right now, but I really think we need to talk there now… I don't know if I can do this in the middle of class." Harry knew asking Hermione to sneak out of class with him was like asking a turtle to leave its shell, but he felt he had to try. He wanted to tell her everything, before he convinced himself otherwise.

"We can't just…", Hermione started to say.

"Hermione it's Voldemort." Harry said sternly. The single burning candle between the two of them turned from violet to a deep red. Even the wax began to turn from black to red as it melted and cooled.

She had hear him say the name plenty before, it wasn't as if she was scared of it, but she knew he didn't just throw it around for shock value or any other ridiculous reason like some students did. Hermione knew how serious he was. Harry could see Hermione's internal struggle between staying in class like she absolutely should and obliging him, the guy who had been so close to cursing her.

"Is he back?", Hermione asked.

"In a way… now please, no one will notice, but we have…",This time it was Harry who was cut off by Hermione.

"Fine", Hermione said bluntly. If it wasn't for the fear she saw in his eyes, she would have never agreed to it. The absolute last thing Hermione Granger could have guessed herself doing this morning when she woke up was sneaking out of class to talk to Harry. For as scared of him as she had been two days ago, and for as much as she struggled with the entirety of the past weeks events, she knew that he was serious when he said Voldemort. Hermione knew when You-Know-Who was involved that it meant real and present danger. Just look at what happened at the world cup. Two muggles dead and one left a damaged orphan, and that was just a small group of his supporters.

"Is anyone going to see us leave?", Hermione asked. Harry was staring back at her, the shock of her agreement still overriding anything else.

"No I don't think so", he managed to get out.

Hermione put her candle out with a tap of her wand before placing it back on the table. Grabbing her bookbag while glancing around to check that Harry's spell was indeed keeping others entirely un-aware of their existence, she thought about the fact that she hadn't spoken to Harry since the incident. Now here she was not 15 minutes after sitting beside him for the first time since, and she had agreed to walk out of a class with him. Harry had made her question her own trust in him, and here she was trusting him again. Hermione told herself that if this was some sort of cruel mind game to coerce her into doing something with him, then she had no choice. She would go to Dumbledore, and tell him that something was seriously wrong with Harry. If he would break her trust again then she would have to break his, by telling Dumbledore about his urges to hurt people. She really hoped it didn't come down to that.

Hermione swallowed tentatively, pushing her fears and nerves inside before looking at Harry boldly. There was not an ounce of hesitation on her face, and Harry knew she was ready.

No one heard the hatch of the Divination trap door thud shut, as the un-observable pair slipped from the room. As their distance from the tower increased, the powerful magic hiding them began to subside from the area. Still almost nobody took note of the empty chairs and the two unlit candles left on the table, one partially melted and the other completely untouched. Only one person seemed to even recognize their absence.

Ron caught sight of the two empty chairs as he tried to relight his candle with Seamus's. At first it was as if his brain had just remembered that the chairs even existed at all. Like somehow his eyes just never saw that spot in the room before then, but suddenly he remembered that he had seen Hermione sit beside Harry just as the class had began. He had even made a mental note of it as last he had known she had been acting as if he didn't exist. Ron thought that they must have used Harry's invisibility cloak, but why would they make no attempt at alerting him. It was obvious that it was important. He had never seen Hermione leave a class before. For the rest of Divination. Ron's candle burned an off shade of purple as his eyes continually checked the empty chairs.

Harry watched as Hermione sat down on the large couch Luna and him had shared only an hour ago. He was sure it must still be dirty with whatever fluids they left behind. Watching the door shrink to near nothing behind him, Harry took his seat on the smaller couch across from her. The familiar stone table was just off to the side between them. A singular pitcher of purple liquid, and two glass goblets were the only things on it.

"So Voldemort then", Hermione said. She wanted to make sure he got straight to the point. The only reason she left the class was to hear this.

" Well yeah… but, I think I better start at the beginning." Harry said. He wanted her to know everything.

"Okay Harry, I'm ready.", Hermione responded as she grabbed one of the large couch pillows beside her. It felt like it made it easier to have something to distract her hands with. Something about being back in this room, alone with Harry. It made her insides twist into knots.

"Well I guess it started the night You-Know-Who killed my parents." Harry spoke with a steadiness in his voice that even surprised him. He felt still as if he was on a clock to get Hermione to understand everything she could about what was currently happening. He knew when the piece of Voldemort began to wake, he may not feel as forthcoming.

"Don't ask me how I know this Mione, but when he did it, when he tried to kill me… he left a piece of him inside me. A piece isn't even the right word really, it is more like a copy of himself, except the copy is like a stamp without enough ink. Does that make sense.", Harry asked her.

"You mean like the diary… with Ginny.", Hermione said astutely.

Harry's only response was a slightly confused, "What?"

"Well that's what Dumbledore said is it not? That Tom Riddle put a piece of himself, like a memory of himself, in the book, and that was why it was able to do what it did to her.", Hermione explained her thinking to him.

"Oh, well… yeah I guess your right, like that then.", Harry was surprised he had never actually made the connection himself. It seemed so obvious in hindsight. It was also immediately obvious that he was an utter fool for not being completely honest to Hermione before when he had the chance in the Hospital. He had told her one single detail and she had already put together more than he had in a whole two months. Something about the memory of himself using the Basalisk Fang to destroy the book to save Ginny didn't sit well with him however.

Harry pushed the thought aside. Now was not the time for thinking up new worries. Instead, he continued "It happened early into the break, I was laying in bed and couldn't sleep… remember we had talked about that on the train."

"Yeah, I told you some pretty basic calming techniques, which really were quite simple… I should have sent you a book or something honestly.", Hermione began to tell him. Somehow the small bit of normalcy in Hermione recommending books to solve a problem had a sort of calming effect on him.

"Well the reason I had been having them is I starting having these thoughts… or visions… both really. Every time I would close my eyes Hermione, whether I was exhausted and trying to sleep or just squinting from the sun I would see them. I would imagine myself doing awful, horrible things to people. Some time I would see myself hurting people for nothing more than to see them in pain, but most of the time it was me forcing myself onto some poor helpless girl."

"Harry I don't see how this has anything to do with Voldemort.", Hermione said, slightly squeezing the pillow in angst. She had a good poker face, but the things he was saying made her insides turn with discomfort.

"I'm getting to that Hermione, I promise. I um, well I tried your techniques and they helped. When I closed my eyes and really focused I was suddenly somewhere else, and I don't mean somewhere else as in a dream or a vision, I mean really somewhere else. In fact call me crazy but it kind of looked like King's Cross Station except for it was all white. Like color didn't existence in this place."

Hermione bit her tongue. Every single thing that came out of his mouth only brought more and more questions, but there was one question she was most interested in. What did this have to do with Voldemort, and she was willing to wait until he answered it until making him answer anything else.

"Well in this place, there was this thing. It wasn't really a creature but it wasn't really a human either. I didn't know what it was but I felt so bad for it, laying there on the floor whimpering like a sickly child…. I wish I never fucking touched the thing Hermione.", Harry said his own stomach feeling as if it turned over at the thought of what happened when he did.

"What happened Harry?", Hermione gently nudged him onward. She needed to hear more. She could see clearly how distraught he was becoming.

"It was that piece that Voldemort left behind when he tried to murder me. It was his soul Hermione…. When I reached out and touched it, I think I let it in.", Harry told her.

"Let it in… what does that mean Harry.", Hermione asked. She was squeezing the pillow tight at this point.

"It means that this thing was Voldemort, or the copy of him that he let behind. It had been there ever since that night, clinging onto me like a parasite, and when I grabbed it's hand, I, I, I gave it power. I gave it me, and it did the same."

Hermione clutched the pillow tighter, she was trying to understand but the things he was saying didn't make since. How could he give a memory or a parasite power.

"When it happened I could feel my soul being split in two. It was like when my scar hurts but happening over ever inch of my body, and some how it was still so much more than that. I could feel this awful copy of him somehow merge with me… I don't even know if that's the right word for it. It was less like to things joining together and more like two things just becoming one, two things that always were one. The all of me and the copy of him are not separate things any more Hermione." Harry continued. His voice sharp with seriousness.

"Are you trying to say… you are Voldemort? You realize how that sounds Harry… I'm not saying I don't believe you, it's just..", Hermione said. She was trying her best to remain calm.

"I know it sounds crazy Hermione. I feel crazy, but just look at everything I can do lately. Look at the world cup, look at how I just got us out of Divintion, look at what I did to…", Harry's voice suddenly trialed off. He almost said Lavender's name. He hadn't thought of that part when he wanted to tell her everything. Perhaps he had, and this was just the sliver of Voldemort starting to influence his thoughts again in an attempt for self security. Harry tried his best not to think of it, he knew he didn't want to tell her about Lavender.

"Look at what you did to who?", Hermione responded. One of her eyebrows had raised slightly in curious suspicion.

"You Hermione… Look at what I did to you," Harry bellowed out. Though it was not what he originally intended to say, it was not less true. He hated what he had done to her. His eyes began to swell as he thought about it more. He had wanted to hurt her, he had made her hurt herself for his enjoyment.

Much like in the Hospital Wing, Hermione could see how much this all was hurting Harry. She could see the same real pain on his face and it hurt her to. The worst part was it made her somehow feel selfish about ignoring him the past two days. Like she had put her own fears in front of her friends. "Hermione, I'm sorry… I hate myself for it, I hope you know that." Harry continued feeling more and more hopelessly awful.

"Harry if what your telling me is true, and I believe you Harry", Hermione made sure to make eye contact to let him know she was serious, "then this is beyond either of us. It sounds like dark dark magic, and we both know who knows best when it comes to that." Hermione tried to encourage him to turn to Dumbledore once again.

"We can't do that…", Harry tried to tell her.

"Why cant we Harry, please I am running out of reasons not to just go down there myself" Hermione said her tone becoming almost as tense as Harry's

"Because I already know how it ends Hermione!", Harry shouted out passionately. "You said it yourself. Look at the diary, I told you what I had to do to it to free Ginny. I had to destroy it Hermione. Don't you see, that's the only way this thing ends, and to destroy it is to destroy me now."

Hermione felt a lump in her throat began to build as the weight of his words hit her. "Fine, no Dumbledore." she said to him. Harry had leaned forward on the couch resting his elbows on his knees, as he stared at the floor. Hermione could she that he had been keeping this buried for a while. She didn't know how she hadn't seen it earlier. There she was telling him of Veela and halfbreeds and the whole time he was dealing with this disturbing breach of self.

"Harry I'm sorry for walking out on you…", She suddenly said

"What… Hermione no… you don't get to feel sorry me in this, please. I am the only on who should be sorry. I mean look at everything you did for me…. You gave so much and all I did was try and take more." Harry knew his own words were true. He was always going to try and take more, he couldn't help it, he was just a monster. He asked himself what would have happened if he had just cursed her right then and there when she had denied him. "Your far to good to be pulled into all this."

"Do you remember our conversation in the after you got sick in class, I asked to be brought into this Harry. And sure I didn't know what exactly that entailed at the time, but that doesn't mean I take it back." Hermione said sternly, her Gryffindor passion leaking out.

Something odd happened to Harry as Hermione began to reassure him. It was a realization that felt as if he had just hit a wall. Their was something so comforting and so sweet about her doubling down on her word in that moment, but that was just it, it was almost to sweet, to forgiving. She had not spoken to him in almost two days before the beginning of class and for good reason, but now she not only decided to leave class, but she seemed to be all but ready to forgive his horribleness. More than that she was apologizing, as if she was the one in the wrong.

Harry was sure in that very moment that he had somehow influenced her. It only made sense. It had happened to Petunia, even before he had fully figured out how to use his gift he had noticed changes in her. Her entire demeanor around him had shifted since that night. Somehow this whole time he must have been doing it to Hermione too. Every time they were together he must have been unknowingly subjecting her to Voldemort's evil gift. Harry' s head was in his hands at this point. He felt like he was spiraling downwards and fast. How much had he influenced her? Was it the only reason she did anything? It was the reason she kissed him in the train. It was the reason she got herself off on his leg in the library. He knew she had asked for both of those times, but what if she only asked because he had been inadvertently making her.

"Hermione…", Harry's voiced cracked as he said her name, "What if I told you you should take it back?".

"What do you mean?", Hermione asked obviously confused at his statement. She didn't understand why he would say something like that.

"You said that doesn't mean you take it back, but what if I think you should.", Harry answered her. He was suddenly set on seeing if he could influence her in the other direction. If he could not, he wanted her to be free of it, even if that meant being free of him.

"And just exactly why would I do that Harry?", Hermione asked, still unclear of where this sudden idea was coming from.

"So you can continue to be you!", Harry said, becoming frustrated at the irony of it all. He didn't know how he was supposed to make her understand she had been and probably still was being influenced by himself, but he was going to try.

"The more you keep on being cryptic the less I am understanding, so please again, what does that mean?". Hermione bluntly asked him.

"I think I am realizing that, the thing you call my allure, it never really shuts off. I mean what if someone told you this morning that you would be leaving class with me?". Hermione said nothing, but she knew that she would have told that person they were crazy. "Hermione, what if during that final time we saw each other last year, the train ride back while Ron slept, what if I told you that the very next year, less than a week after first seeing me again that you would watch me expose and manipulate a fellow student in class like a doll. Not only that, but you would be seemingly okay with it enough to not say a word to anyone."

As Harry said this, Hermione realized it wasn't something that had ever crossed her mind. When she looked back on the time with Hannah, she had thought about how Harry had so brazenly exposed her, how he came on her bare thigh, and how her own body reacted to the whole thing. Not once had she really ever thought about how actually wrong it was and that she should inform somebody. Even when she thought Harry might curse her, she only briefly thought of going to Dumbledore. Somehow she knew all this but still couldn't bring herself to say it was some sort of magical influence Harry had over her. In fact the more she thought of it, the more she knew in her heart that it was her own caring for him that steered her mind away from reporting him.

Harry took a breath as he prepared himself for what he knew he had to say next. "Don't you see Hermione, you never would have done any of the things you have done already with me. It's the piece of Voldemort in me, it is affecting you too. That is why Mione that I am telling you to take it all back. You had no idea what you were promising in the Hospital Wing and now I am giving you a chance to go out Hermione. I am right now in sane sound mind telling you to leave. As your friend and somebody who truly cherishes you as a brilliant, beautiful person I am telling you I think this has to happen for both of our sake's."

"Harry…", Hermione said, her voice almost begging him to stop.

"No Mione!", Harry shouted back at her, with a ferocity matching that of when Voldemort seemed to talk through him, but stemming from passion instead of cold hatred. He couldn't do this to her anymore. He wanted her to be free of him as much as he wanted to be free of the darkness. Harry raised a single finger, pointing it in her direction as if he didn't already hold her full attention with baited breath. "I need you to understand this.", He begun, his eyes unwavering from hers. "No mater what happens, no matter how much either of us devotes to fighting this, horrible, evil thing, no matter how far you push your limits, no matter how hard you or me try... this thing will win in the end. Maybe not even for a while, maybe we start to think we've won, maybe we settle down, try and live a normal life…"

Harry's face stayed statuette, but he could feel the tears he was fighting back beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. "What if we become happy Mione. What if we become happy with it all and then I find myself threatening you with my wand again. What if I use it… I couldn't live with it Hermione. The part of me that is entirely separate from it couldn't survive that…. Please Hermione I am begging you now… please break my heart so I don't ruin both of ours."

Hermione felt the warm tears splash against her hands before she even knew she was crying. "Why do you have to be so stupid Harry Potter!", Hermione said. She could hear herself crying now as she began to choke up. The frustration, fear, and anger at him felt so meager now. She somehow found herself standing.

"I told you no! Did I not?", emotion was pouring out of her in shouts at this point. She had spent enough time listening and now she needed to be heard.. "Explain that in this little theory of yours about how I am some sort of weak willed damsel who cant make up her own mind!" Hermione drew a breath to collect herself. She could feel the warmth of the tears smeared on her cheeks. "Maybe what you said is even true…. Maybe it is Voldemort inside of you that has made me do everything, well then I guess that is just part of life now, because I promise you Harry Potter, if you let this thing drive us apart than that is a power beyond any other that you are giving it. If you give up, if we stop fighting than that means it wins!"

Harry felt defeated. Looking up from his hands he saw she was standing halfway between the two couches now. His attempts to push Hermione away had somehow literally brought her closer. "So what then… we just push on knowing that I am some how taking away a piece of your free will… I don't know how I can do that Hermione, It feels so gross.", He told her.

Hermione nearly rolled her eyes at his words, "Oh you feel gross now?". Hermione stepped forward again and grabbed Harry by both of his shoulders. He had said his part and now she needed to says hers, and he needed to hear it. "Did you feel gross when you made me hurt myself for you… Did you feel gross when you made me sit for an entire class in your cum?". Harry looked up at her face just feet from his now. He knew the answer was no at the time. Hermione's eyes were fiercely passionate as she spoke to him. "If I can do those things for you Harry, if I can go that far, than you can just accept the fact that whether or not you think you have somehow forced me into everything, I want nothing more than to see us beat this thing, and the only way we beat it is together."

Harry got the sudden urge to kiss her as he continued to look into her beautiful eyes. They seemed to tell him everything would be okay, that she was there for him. He wished he knew for certain whether or not that was Voldemort's doing or her own true compassion.

"Look Harry, I've been thinking a lot about this whole thing the last few days and the only thing that kept me from coming back was fear. I am not going to tell you now that I am any less scared, but now that I know what is really going on… now that I see how scared you are too, I know am I ready to fight this thing however I can. I am with you Harry, I don't care if you think you are forcing me to be, I don't care if you think Voldemort's going to win in the end…. I am with you.", Hermione spoke directly from the heart.

Harry's eyes teared up again as Hermione held firmly onto his shoulders. As his mouth opened, his subconscious spoke. "I love you", Harry realized it was true as he said it. It was maybe the truest thing he had ever said.

Hermione's grip loosened in response. "Oh Harry", Hermione's voice almost cracked as she felt her eyes immediately well up and her chest burn with passion. Moving her hands from his shoulders to the sides of his face she pulled herself in and kissed him. It was not a short nervous kiss like the one on the train, it was a deep passionate kiss filled with more pent up emotion and feeling than she thought could be possible. She knew he meant it and she knew she felt it to. It was almost freeing in a way

As Harry felt Hermione's lips meet his it was as if every fear, every worry, every single negative thought drained from his mind. He knew she felt the same and that was all he needed. He knew no matter what happened, no matter what the future held after this moment, that it would be okay because he had her. Harry reached out for her, his hands finding her hips. He needed to be holding her.

As he pulled her in close, Hermione found herself moving into his lap, straddling him, still never breaking the kiss. It went on for minutes, the dance between there mouths, as the two ran caressing hand over each others clothed bodies. It was when Hermione began to feel the familiar warmth that had bothered her so much of late began growing between her legs did she break the kiss. Giving Harry a few soft gentle pecks before laying her head on his shoulder, buried in his neck. A wave of somehow relieving exhaustion was washing over her. She knew she was ready, though she did not know or rightly care what for, she knew she was done being scared and nervous. Something had shifted in her that day in the train, when Harry first showed his allure, something deep inside her like an awakening of her feelings. Now somehow it felt as if it had come full circle. She was ready for what the future held. Still buried into Harry' neck Hermione gave it a gentle peck. She could feel his chest rise and fall against her own. She had been afraid of him just a short while ago, and now his arms felt like the safest place in the world.

The two were quiet for sometime as they held each other neither really having the proper words to say what the closeness of there bodies could not. Harry held her tight, still knowing in his heart she was being affected by the piece of Voldemort in him.

Giving his neck another soft kiss Hermione broke the silence and said, "Next class will be starting soon… are we going?". She didn't know why she phrased it as a question instead of a statement, but it felt right.

Harry leaned his head into hers and kissed her forehead for a moment before responding. The only way he could describe the way he was feeling at the moment was brave. Though he knew in his heart that things were not fixed, and the future would hold sure darkness, he knew that with Hermione it would be okay. All he could do was his best to fight Voldemort's urges.

"I suppose we should…", Harry finally responded to her. "There is more I should probably tell you though" He continued.

"After classes then, we come straight back here and we tell each other everything then deal?", Hermione said lifting her head from his shoulder. She could feel her weight shift in his lap as she did. It was as if in that very moment she realized that her mound had been pressed firmly against his crotch through her panties the entire time, and she could tell just how damp they were.

Harry knew well that his mindset may be completely different when they came back into the room next, but for now it seemed enough. "I'm sorry again Mione, for everything".

Hermione kissed him softly again before saying, "No more being sorry for things he does. Now come on, lets go before we are late."

Notes:

I realize that it is not cannon for Hermione to be taking Divination anymore, but hey it is not cannon for Harry to be cumming on her in the middle of class either. I only realized this fact after I finished writing and rewriting this chapter for about the third time so I just don't have it in me to change the class at this point of time, as the candles were a small but important part of it to me. I may come back eventually and rewrite/edit this chapter again but for now, I am moving on towards further chapters. Sorry if it really bothers anyone that much.