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Chap. 36: ...and Make Galleons Doing It

The second week passed much as the first week of school had, without a sexual encounter with anyone outside of their small circle of friends and occasional entertainment by Romilda, who was slowly starting to speak more but only words regarding sex in some fashion.

The knowledge had made Hermione frown when she'd observed it, but Lyra, hands groping the mind-broken girl's chest while Ginny's talented mouth alternated between Romilda's and Lyra's cunts, had shrugged, "She's recovering, Hermione, relax. It's taking longer than I'd hoped, but she'll be better soon."

The only other item of note was that Harry remembered to forward the letter he had received from Sirius during Potions on Thursday through Pansy, who had taken it without question but given him a strange look when he'd told her it was for Daphne.

Saturday, though, was a more momentous day for multiple reasons.

The first, at least chronologically, was Quidditch.

Specifically, the Gryffindor Tryouts.

Harry and Ron, a bit late thanks to Lyra's 'Pep-Job' in the locker rooms, weren't surprised to see Katie testing out a few others for Seeker, including a smirking Ginny.

Nor were either of them surprised when Ginny was listed as an Alternate, not after the previous year in that position, while Harry resumed his spot as the primary.

The Chasers, after two hours of hard-fought trials, ended with Ginny starting, Dean Thomas as her alternate though he wasn't on the regular team, Katie herself, and a rather fast fourth-year, Demelza Robbins. Demelza was a lithe, flexible girl with a long plait of dark hair and Mediterranean features, nearly as tall as Hermione but thinner than she should be. Her reactions, though, were on par with Katie's own, showing either incredible natural talent or extensive practice. Likely both, Harry thought.

Without the Weasley Twins, Katie had to make do with two less-helpful blokes, the fifth-year Ritchie Coote, who barely squeaked by the next runner-up, and Something-Peakes. Honestly, Harry didn't care to remember. The two were alright as Beaters, but frankly, Harry felt himself able to avoid harm quite easily these days, and Ginny was more than fast enough to evade danger herself.

But the Keeper, that was a surprise to Harry.

He knew Ron wanted to try out, of course, and had been on the team the previous year. But McLaggen had tried out again, and a couple of other younger Keeper hopefuls had almost out-flown him.

Yet, bolstered by the self-confidence given by the last few months, Ron didn't even get annoyed when several Slytherins came out onto the stands and began taunting him during the last trial.

Instead, he saved not just most of the goals, but each and every one, all ten penalty shots directed his way, and all five of the pitch goals. That was something even McLaggen, who for all his other faults was a pretty good Keeper, could not match. He'd only scored eight saves out of his own ten.

Which was why, when they'd all gathered once more in the shared quarters after a hearty lunch, Harry felt that Ron deserved a reward.

"Hey, Mate," he murmured, tugging Ron into his own room for a moment, "C'mere."

He rooted around in his trunk for several minutes, then pulled up a Potion vial, swirling it to display a light-green, almost oily translucent fluid mixed with thicker, pine-green bubbles throughout it. "We're going to do Hermione's Runes tonight, right?"

Ron flushed slightly, but nodded, "That's- I think she wants to, yeah."

"Take this. It's something I got from owl-order last year, before I Summoned Lilith. Supposed to help with Stamina- should give you even more. Make it extra special for her, you know? And since Neville's spending time with Hannah tonight... she might need both of us to be extra giving. If you know what I mean."

Ron grinned, and reached eagerly for the small vial, slamming it back without hesitation. He grimaced a bit at the taste, then smacked his lips. "Minty. Really strong though."

Harry winked, and followed his best friend from the room, to find Ginny already in the doorway of the Dungeon, waving them on. "Hurry up, you too. Hermione's ready to do it."

Hermione was already lying on the bed, smiling up at them shyly but utterly nude, when Harry trailed in, having lingered to give Ginny a long, tender kiss and to feel her body against his. "You know I love you too, right, Pet?"

"I do, Harry," Ginny murmured, slipping a hand against his trousers while the other trailed his spine, "I love you, too. Make her cum again and again. I want to watch how you pleasure her, Harry."

Harry sank onto the couch again with Ginny in the middle and Ron at the far side, already shamelessly wanking slowly, while Lyra finished up the last knot, then stood next to the bed on the far side, her own clothing vanishing as well. "Okay, Hermione," the Succubus said softly, "same basic procedure as before, but it's simpler than Ginny's since you aren't placing yourself as his in the same way she did. You'll need to be taken for pleasure, pain, and service, not in that order unless you want to be. That's vaginally, analy, and orally, again, not the previous or particular order. Who do you want to do what?"

He watched as the witch's beautiful, shy looks passed through Ron, himself, Lyra, and even Ginny thoughtfully, then repeated the journey. "I..."

"It's alright, take your time," Ginny encouraged after words seemed to fail her.

"All of you," Hermione eventually shrugged, "I... I like having s- well, making love, to all of you. I want to... be with all of you tonight."

"You will," Lyra replied, "but for now, the order matters. Who will climax in your mouth, and bring you to the same pleasure? Who will fill you?"

He watched her breasts shake as she took a deep, shuddering breath. "I... I want you in my mouth, Lyra... with your big Succubus penis. And I want Ginny to- to please me. The- then I want Harry and Ron to choose how we do- do the rest."

The Succubus nodded, remaining as Lyra for the moment, and knee-walked up the bed, gesturing Ginny forward. "Then I suggest we start with your pleasure, so you can enjoy the rest even more. Then the boys can have their fun with you, and you'll service me to bind the ritual together. Does that sound good?"

"S- Sure," Hermione murmured, eyes locked on Lyra's plentiful chest, though she moved her gaze down to Ginny as the red, vibrant hair tickled her stomach. Her head arched back as the younger witch's talented mouth went to work on her folds, and she was breathing fast and hard within seconds. But Ginny wasn't willing to waste the chance, and she backed off the moment Hermione's first orgasm approached, leaving the girl whimpering and panting.

Thirty seconds later, with a glance toward Harry and Ron and a hand holding her hair out of the way so they could see the show now, she leaned in again, burying her face in Hermione's thick pubic curls.

"That's your sister, eating our girl out," Harry whispered to Ron, leaning over with his own dick in one hand, "Hot, yeah?"

"Shit, Harry," Ron groaned quietly, "You know it is. Why're you- why do you keep asking me things like that...?"

In response, Harry pushed himself from the couch, shucked his clothing down to his socks- the floor was a bit cold with the onset of fall- and reached down with a hand on either side of Ginny's waist to hike it upward. Then he flipped up her skirt and started kneading the girl's pale arse, glad to see that she, like Katie, was now going around sans knickers.

"You've got a beautiful cunt, Ginny," Harry murmured, slipping one finger up and down her outer folds."

"Thanks, Harry," the girl pulled away from Hermione as another climax approached- or returned, since he was sure she hadn't finished once yet, "I'm glad you approve."

Given clear permission by Harry, Ron stepped up next to him and looked over Hermione, whose eyes were closed, to Lyra, who was looking at him mischievously, and then down at his sister's shirt-clad back...

And further down.

Harry spread the girl's folds open gently with two fingers, then slipped the middle inside while he and Ron continued to wank. He glanced up and right to see the taller boy looking at where he was finger-banging the youngest of them, and smiled, then withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock.

Ron groaned louder than she did, though he flushed and stepped away, forcing his attention back to Hermione and her pleasure.

For his part, Harry moved slowly and languidly, relishing the sensation of the moment rather than working to climax as was usual, and he kept his motions against Ginny slow and gentle, with ten or more seconds, sometimes as many as twenty, per stroke so as not to jostle her or her other lover for the moment.

Ginny, Rune-enhanced and already in the midst of sexual activity, was as wet and lubricated as ever before as far as Harry knew, and welcomed his presence eagerly, but didn't remove her attention from the task at hand. She kept edging Hermione, in fact, for another ten minutes before Hermione started to beg, "Please, please Ginny! Let me c-cum! Please let me cum!"

"Since you asked nicely..."

Then Ginny's words were cut off as the older witch's helpless body writhed in sudden, intense climax into the red-haired girl's mouth. Lyra had the bowl ready to catch it once Ginny's lips opened, and left it beneath Hermione's dripping snatch for several seconds too, before Harry stepped back, dick glistening with Ginny's pussy juice, and let her withdraw as well.

It took several minutes, as usual, for Lyra to draw the Runes on Hermione, though her arrangement was quite different from the line that had been on Ginny's body, or the single spot on his own or Ron's. Hermione had one placed on her forehead, one over each nipple and above it on the top of her breasts, then on either hip, around her navel, and then just over the split that held her engorged clit. "For mental stimulation, health while you seek pleasure, and then the usual spots," Lyra answered her unspoken question.

"A- Arse," Hermione moaned a few minutes after the white flash of the Rune sequence being finished made her body spasm in ecstasy, "I need it... it'll hurt so good! Ron... deep in me! Please!"

"R- Right," Ron muttered, standing up once more, still stroking himself though now he was red with the exertion of it, and helped Lyra untie the girl and roll her over, then position herself with a few pillows beneath her abdomen and one beneath her chest.

Smiling, Lyra poured the last of Hermione's cum and Ginny's saliva over Hermione's puckered arse and worked a fingertip in, then withdrew it. "Gently- remember her nerves are on fire. Everything she feels is far more intense than normal."

"Don't care!" Hermione cried, "Put it in!"

"Cock in ass!" Romilda cried from across the room, giving her current position in the ceiling-swing a shake, "Cock in ass!"

Ginny blocked Harry's view of Ron pushing in, but as she sank onto his length facing the same direction he was, he had no reason to complain, and instead let his fingers work on unbuttoning the girl's blouse and letting it fall open, then removing her bra as she rode him, just as slowly as he had been doing before.

Ron, though he had started slow, was clearly unable to control himself, and was already pounding down into Hermione with abandon, lost in the moment. She didn't seem to be complaining, though, judging by her hands fisting in the clean white sheets of the bed, or her cries of joy and abandon.

Ginny stopped moving with Harry buried deep within her when Ron climaxed and eventually pulled out of Hermione's bung hole, half-erect with white jizz still dripping from him, and moaned when Lyra leaned in over Hermione to clean him quickly with her mouth, then gathered up what she could for the next set of Runes after moving Hermione back to her previous position.

Then, the second set of Runes being drawn in place, it was his turn.

Harry picked Ginny up gently, setting her down next to Ron again, smiling as they each eyed the other but made no protest as they began to pleasure themselves once more, for the first time openly. Instead, he only climbed back up onto the bed, assumed his position, and leaned low. "Love you, Hermione. Always will."

"I love you too, Harryeeee!"

"Happy birthday," he murmured, feeling strangely powerful, dominant, in charge, full of testosterone... however you wanted to describe it, as he mounted the witch who'd been one of his first, best friends. Who'd stood at his side the longest. It was hardly the first time, yet it felt special in some way, even with both of the Weasleys and a Succubus watching on.

"My birthday's not till next- next- w...w..." Then Hermione lost her ability to form coherent words as he moved faster and faster. There was little foreplay, for he knew she would hardly be able to handle it, only simple, in and out sex that had her shuddering and panting within moments, though she'd just climaxed very hard twice now.

All too soon, she was orgasming again, and Harry let his own wash over him, into her, felt it splash against Hermione's cervix and felt her body shake and tremble in tandem with his own. And as he stepped back to the couch once more, Ginny leaning forward to clean him even while frigging herself, Harry thought it should have been strange to see Lyra picking up his leavings with a ceramic bowl and drawing strange shapes on Hermione.

Yet he didn't.

Instead, it felt right, natural, as if this was the way it should be.

Then Lyra's monstrously huge Succubus penis, veiny, ridged, studded with small, semi-hard spikes, all purple and dark pink, erupted from above her dripping slit. "Ready, Hermione? You wanted this one, right...? My real one?"

"G- Gods!"

But there was no protest. Only Hermione, who always had been very good at sucking dick, who seemed to love it, strained against the ropes holding her in place in an effort to get at Lyra. Harry grinned. Somehow, even with his wand in his pants, he knew... He idly waved his hand, "Diffindo."

And all four ropes severed.

At once, Hermione rolled and leaned away from them, slamming her mouth onto Lyra's cock-head, which was nearly as big as her fist.

His reward was seeing Lyra's soft eyes, more violet than brown as her powers had seen such extensive use this night, roll back in her head as the pleasure hit her. "Oh merciful Xinivrae! You're sooo good at that, Hermione!"

Still, after a moment, Lyra pushed the girl away with a clear force of will. "Hold on, let me lean against the headboard, dear... don't want you to choke."

Reluctantly, Hermione held off, but before more than a few seconds had passed, she was taking fully half of the monster in her throat, which bulged and swelled almost comically.

Ron's jizz, the second round, splattered up into the air, some of it raining down on Ginny's thigh.

He glanced toward her, looking terrified even in the moment at what her reaction would be.

Harry couldn't see her face as she turned to face her brother, but he knew her posture and body-language well enough even from the back. Challenging.

Then she swiped it up and put the glob in her mouth.

Gods, I love that girl, he laughed inwardly.

But Ginny hadn't had enough, so she crawled up onto the couch on her hands and knees, and sank her head onto Harry's member for a few seconds. Harry, in turn, flipped her skirt back up and started fingering her, just inches from Ron's face.

Ron seemed very torn between watching Hermione do her best to deep-throat a literally two-foot long penis, or stare at his sister's cunt.

So he decided to do both, and started wanking once more. After a minute, when she'd started dripping on his own bare leg, Harry caught Ron swiping up some of the juice, too, and lubricating his penis with it.

According to plan...

Finally, the last of Hermione's Runes were in place, and she went truly wild. No longer tied down, she pushed a few fingers, then her whole hand into Lyra's delicious pussy, sucked her to completion again, then rode the Succubus in reverse-cowgirl once before leaping off and moving for Ron, taking his whole length in her mouth, then sitting on him and presenting her breasts for suckling while riding him wildly.

Then Ginny brought her to another orgasm with her fingers, and Harry took a turn, fucking her in both the vagina and arse, before Ron was ready for round three.

Harry, of course, wasn't fully sated... but he shook his head as she returned to him, then nodded toward Romilda, who was panting desperately.

Hermione had never touched the girl.

Now, though... "Toy..."

Clearly, Lyra and Ginny had trained Romilda well, for she began eating Hermione's pussy with gusto, and brought the girl three shrieking orgasms before she was pushed away.


When Harry woke the next morning, he felt... content.

Happy, in a way he hadn't felt in years.

It was more than the sex, he knew, for he was sporting another raging boner, one that Romilda, from across the room and still dripping with his, Ron's, and Lyra's semen from all three holes, was straining for.

No...

It had to be the company. Waking up with Hermione and Ginny in his arms, Lyra nearby clutched in Ron's desperate, needy grasp felt like home in the same way making love with each of them and some of the others he'd been, but in a more subtle way. Not indefinable, not really, but in a way that Harry couldn't find the words for in that moment.

Almost like watching the Succubus do her ritual had felt right, waking up with these people in his- their- shared bed felt right. Where once Ron being a part of that might have made Harry squick and want to vomit, now... now he just didn't care about that part. He'd probably never do anything with Ron. But having Ron there felt great.

He was a very intimate part of Harry's life, even without any sexual desire between them.

Still, he had a problem.

He levered himself to his knees, threw one leg over Hermione, and muscled her onto her back before sticking his erection between her breasts and the tip against her mouth. Even half-asleep, for she'd partially woken with his shifting, she opened it to receive him.

Moving between her above-average sized breasts (he guessed at about a C-cup or maybe even D's) felt exquisite after the flurry of the previous night, and the eroticism of taking her this way while she was unable to really mount a resistance (not that he expected one) was fun, too. Almost as fun as playing with her like a toy, squeezing her mammaries around his own flesh, feeling her lick and suckle on his tip as he pushed in.

While it was fun, he wasn't close to orgasm yet when Hermione woke and started blowing him fully, smiling all the while as her hands sought his swinging scrotum and her own pussy. Nor did she let him go, her powerful mouth holding him in place while he climaxed into her throat and mouth.

"That's a way to wake up," she murmured after he'd pulled away and she'd swallowed his heavy load down, and patted her belly. "I feel like I just had breakfast, you came so much."

"In my defense," he replied quietly while swinging around her to climb off the bed, "You're probably full from all three of us... or five."

Hermione grinned, stretching languidly, then brought a nipple up to her own mouth and licked it twice. "Mm... last night was pretty fun. It felt... good, letting go like that."

"Back to normal, though?"

She sat up and shook her head slowly, then started to leave the bed as well. "I wouldn't say that," she whispered, picking up her clothing but not donning it as he did the same, "I feel amazing, in fact. If this is what you feel like all the time, it's no surprise to me why you seek out as much as you can get. I mean... I know I felt strange after the other day, up- up in the dorm, but now... I feel like if I did it I'd just enjoy the experience for what it was. That's different, but otherwise I still feel like me. I think."

"Hmm. I don't know if I could've described it that way," Harry mused as he shut the dungeon door behind them, "but now that you do, that's how it feels for me, yes. Some- you, Ginny, Lyra, a couple others- feel like... well, better than the others, but I like sex, and I enjoy it with everyone I've been with, and I don't see much harm from it as long as it's not hurting anyone."

"But before yesterday," Hermione agreed, taking his hand and leading him into the shared shower off the common WC, "I'd have felt it did hurt to do most of these things without some real love or even ceremony behind it."

"We did a ceremony, of sorts," Harry laughed as he stepped into the shower.

He let her clean him, and returned the favor sensually, and of course they came together again in the shower.

As they left, a sleepy looking Ginny dashed in behind them, just as nude as the night before, while Ron had clearly 'borrowed' Harry's dedicated one, but Lyra was back in her normal form on the couch, spreading a light breakfast out on the coffee table thanks to an Elf that vanished as they stepped into the room.

"Thank you, Lyra," Hermione murmured, passing Harry and beginning to eat as if she was famished. "I've so much to do today, and I've got to do as much as I can before tonight. I can't wait!"

Harry grinned, and before long, Ginny had left as well to make her appearance at breakfast- the only one to do so- while Lyra went to make her 'rounds' relieving many of the school's boys of their morning tension, starting with Gryffindor Tower.

He and Ron were into their fourth lazy game of Wizard's Chess, the Wireless hissing slightly as the Black Gargoyles played some song or other quietly, when came a knock on the door, soft and almost timid.

"Uh..."

Harry blinked, echoing Ron's expression. "I'll get it, I s'pose. Hold on. My move next, don't cheat."

"Like I need to cheat," Ron laughed as Harry stepped for the door.

Daphne Greengrass stood in the hall outside, clearly looking nervous. "Potter. May I- may we- enter?"

"I only see you," Harry pointed out, poking his head out to glance up and down the hall. There were several students, most in casual clothing, on either end of the corridor moving with varied degrees of purpose, but no one else was in the hall itself.

"Disillusionment Charms. My sister and Tracy are here."

He felt the strange urge to pass his hand through the space on either side of the beautiful blonde, but quashed it as insanity. "Er, come in then. Yes, you can all enter."

He held the door until he saw Daphne giving him a strange look, then shut it. The moment he did, the slight form of Tracey Davis began appearing in the space between him and the couches, at Daphne's side. A few moments later, still half-invisible, she tapped the air over what must have been Astoria, because the younger sister began to melt back into view as well.

Ron was frowning, but he didn't protest, only kept his eyes on the girls, so Harry shrugged, "What can I do for you?"

"The letter," the older sister explained, pulling out the now much-crinkled envelope, "the one from the Muggle Heal- Doc Tors."

"Doctors," he corrected absentmindedly, "Yeah, I read the letter and skimmed the results. Seems like they found something though, doesn't it?"

Daphne nodded, and Astoria did too, though the former seemed much more cheered by the news. "It seems they did. I don't know what the illness is, but there's a 'recommendations' space on every one of the detailed reports. Most of it, we couldn't make heads nor tails of, but it seems like they do have a recommended treatment. It's something, at any rate."

"Probably won't work," Astoria shrugged, "what can Muggles do that we can't?"

That made Harry frown, "Well, blow up the planet for one thing. Also, medicine's pretty advanced from even a hundred years ago. I bet- well, I won't bet. But I think it's worth checking into in more depth, at least. You should go in."

"We plan to," Daphne said, giving her sister a quelling look, "We'd like your help arranging something for the next Hogsmeade Weekend. It'll mean skipping out on the visit, but..."

Harry nodded, "When is it? I'll help if I can, of course."

"Two weekends from yesterday," Tracey volunteered. Ron, behind her, nodded in support, but still said nothing.

"Mm. Short notice I think, but we can do something. Galleons talk, as they say. I think that's something people say, anyway."

"Just so," Daphne nodded, smiling and looking strangely relieved, as if she'd expected Harry to say no. "So can we count on your help with arranging something? Yourself and the two of us making a trip to- to see this Muggle Doctor?"

"Sure. We might need to bring Sirius- I haven't got proof of who I am, not that it matters in the Muggle world."

"That would be acceptable. Um... there is, a, uh... another matter. Astoria, you can leave now."

"What? No," the girl protested, frowning, "Whatever you have to say to Harry you can say to me. I know him better than you do!"

It was true, since the girl had spent about two weeks living with him and Sirius the previous summer after her parents had smuggled her to his residence in something like magically-induced cryogenic hibernation for her own safety, in a desperate bid to get her some sort of help the magical world could not provide.

How they'd come up with the idea, or why him, he had no idea, nor did Harry really care. He felt like he could help, and it was the right thing to do, so... there wasn't much else for it.

"You will go back," Daphne growled, "Mother and Father will not approve of you arguing with me in this case."

"I won't," the younger protested, "I have as much right to know what's going on as you do!"

"Not if it doesn't concern you, sister."

"She can stay," Tracey shrugged, voice quiet and soft, just as every other time he'd heard her speak. "Mr. Weasley can spend some time with her, can he not?"

Ron looked like he'd swallowed a lemon, but he nodded all the same when the quiet, mousey girl turned toward him. "I- you play Chess?"

"I do," Astoria frowned, "but I'm not very good. I like it, though."

Ron smiled. Harry thought it might well have been the first time he'd ever smiled at a Slytherin. "Come on, I'll teach you a few tricks while we play- and not use too many against you."

"You can try to win," she protested, but with another glare at her older sister, moved around her and Tracey to take Harry's place.

Within seconds, Ron seemed to have put the others from his mind as he began to explain, "See, Harry's already lost, he just doesn't know it yet, because..."

"Is there a private room we can speak in?"

Harry blinked at Daphne's question, then gestured for his bedroom. "That's my bedroom if you don't mind talking in there. The rest are- are all bedrooms, too, mostly. WC's right there."

Daphne and Tracey nodded, shared a glance, then nodded again, before the blonde began leading the way purposefully around the couch.

Harry held the door for the witches to pass, locked it behind him, then turned to see the tall, statuesque blonde peering into the ensuite water closet and shower combination, though she faced him a moment later. Tracey, on the other hand, stood stiffly in the middle of the space to the right of the bed, on the opposite side from her best friend and lover.

The short, mousey girl was looking, not around the room, as Daphne was after glancing into the ensuite, but at him, her expression casual but almost too casual, as if she was fighting to remain calm. "Er... I can unlock the door. I just figured it'd keep your sister from barging in."

"It's probably best that you did," Daphne sighed, swiftly striding around the bed now that her inspection was apparently done and taking Tracey's hand. The smaller girl relaxed noticeably the moment she did, but kept watching Harry intently. "Anyway, we... well, we decided that since we, erm... both wanted another... experience, we should try it... together."

One of Harry's eyebrows rose, and if he wasn't distracted by the renewed images the statement conjured in his head, he would almost have been proud of himself for managing it. "Go on."

Daphne opened her mouth to continue explaining, but Tracey must have given her a signal he didn't see, because she closed it a moment later and looked down toward the other girl, who spoke softly instead, "I... did as I said I would on the train. I experienced another... boy. It was... not as adequate as my time with you."

"What we're trying to say," the blonde picked up again as Harry smiled, this time proud of his accomplishment, for he felt still like he'd hurt Tracey terribly on the train-ride where she'd given up her virginity to him almost exactly two weeks before, "is that we're- we want to be with you, again. I... we aren't bored with each other, it's not like that, it's just-"

But whatever she was going to say, Daphne appeared to not have the words to finish it. Tracey, too, frowned, but could only shrug.

"You..." Harry, who was just as lost, couldn't finish a thought either, leaving the three standing in awkward silence. I know where I want the conversation to go. I think they want it to go the same place. But this is... it's like a train with no tracks to go on.

Eventually, Tracey tugged on Daphne's hand and lead her to the side of Harry's elf-made bed (for he certainly hadn't made it after waking up to snap incriminating or at least embarrassing photos of Ron copping a feel on his sleeping sister two mornings before), and sat down.

"I did not orgasm with- with him. I did with you. Our... pleasure is good. I want..."

"What she's trying to say," Daphne said with a frown, "Is that our own intimate time, while pleasurable, has left us both wanting something else more often than not. Something neither of us want to go elsewhere for, given your performance thus far, including what I have to surmise was your first... encounter, and mine."

Harry grinned, "You want my dick."

Daphne frowned, "Don't be crass."

Tracey, on the other hand, nodded, "Yes."

Harry, though, paused. "I... okay. Well, I don't object, but... your sister is right outside."

"As is Weasley," Daphne pointed out, "And you locked the door. I can assume if she comes in there's an emergency and we'll put any embarrassment aside. Also, we did cover Silencing Charms last year, remember?"

"Not my point," Harry murmured, "Look, I'm happy to... have an encounter with both of you. But there's some logistical concerns."

"Logi- like what?" Daphne asked, frowning again, "We're both here for the same thing. Just... do what you do."

Harry rolled his eyes, stepping forward to close half the distance and running both hands through his shaggy hair, "Well, who first, for one? Will the other one just... what, watch? What if one changes their mind? Do you want to keep this up going forward? Is it a one-time thing?"

Tracey answered, to his surprise, though she seemed just as shocked to do so, and ticked off her responses on several fingers, "Both of us, though Daphne may be first if she wishes. I would not object to watching you with her. I will not, and I do not believe she will. Possibly, and if your past performance is an indicator of future performance, then no."

"I... Okay." Harry had no idea how to respond to that. Aside from the obvious, but as both girls were quite dressed, it seemed rude to start stripping, even if he suddenly was just as randy as he'd ever been. This would hardly be his first experience with two females, but they weren't so common that the idea didn't still appeal, and...

Daphne rolled her eyes, sighed, let go of Tracey's hand, and stood up. "This is ridiculous. Potter, just... pull up a chair, or something. We'll get started without you, just jump in when you feel the moment's right, okay?"

Harry swallowed, nodding, "Alright. Um... I'll just pull up a chair then, shall I?"

He made sure to watch out of the corner of his eye as Daphne, perhaps predictably, took the lead. Yet, as he sat down in the comfortable chair he had pulled over from the as-yet unused writing desk in the corner of the room and turned it to face the bed from a couple of paces away, Harry was surprised with how... slow the girls were taking it.

True, Harry knew that he was 'male' and very much about his own gratification, but he had been under the impression that both Daphne and Tracey were here to have sex, either with him or each other. Not to... well, kiss and hold hands.

But as he settled in to watch, one eye flicking idly toward the camera (not for blackmail, of course, but for his own amusement) before deciding against it, the young man found himself watching a very sensual dance between lip and tongue, both strangely tentative and yet confident, sure. It was as if, he mused, each knew exactly how to kiss in the way the other enjoyed most, while at the same time being unsure, even now, if they would be allowed to.

Each touch, even just their slim fingers slowly intertwining as each sat facing the other on the edge of the bed with one knee touching each other was a risk. One they were both eager to take, yet scary all the same.

Yet Harry couldn't help but feel amazed that he was being allowed to watch the slow process of mutual seduction, and so openly. He already had a throbbing erection, but the young wizard forced himself to literally 'keep it in his trousers' for the time being, though his white-knuckled grip on the armrests might have showed just how much force of will it took him to do so.

Eventually, several minutes later, it was Tracey's small hand, nearly half the size of Harry's own, that left the mutual grasp first, and trailed up her friend's bare arm to the edge of her short sleeve, then moved in to land over the white school blouse, and give the firm flesh there a squeeze. Daphne sighed, her back arching forward to push her chest toward her friend, and Harry smiled at the erotic sight.

Again, they moved slowly forward, beginning with Tracey eventually pressing dozens, maybe a hundred, tiny little kisses with soft noises and little circles of moisture the only sign, across then down the line of Daphne's jaw to her neck, while her fingers slowly and carefully unfastened every button of the taller girl's blouse but the top one, where her Slytherin tie still held it shut anyway, and slowly pushed the white material to either side. "Can I touch you?" Tracey whispered up at her friend, who gave a jerky little nod.

"Can I... kiss you?"

"Yes," Daphne whispered back, even quieter, "You can always kiss me..."

Ron will never believe I'm watching this, even if he's just in the other room, Harry thought to himself, enraptured by the equally sensual and erotic sounds and sights of Tracey Davis kissing down Daphne further, from her chin, down the arch of her neck and clavicle, then between the large, round breasts, though she still wore a dark, forest-green bra.

The same bra, if he wasn't mistaken, she'd been wearing on the night toward the end of the previous year when they had given up their virginity to the other. The thought and memory made Harry smile again, and he finally allowed a hand to fall on his straining erection, though he left it in his pants leg.

Tracey, meanwhile, had pushed the larger girl onto her back, leaving one foot on the floor and the other angled upward, then slid over her on hands and knees, giving Harry a delightful view of Daphne's spectacular long legs, and Tracey's thinner, almost boy-ish ones, and a small, flat rump almost shaped like child-Lilith's, barely hidden by the school's skirt. He was struck by a sudden desire to reach out and flip it upward, but held his hand back the moment it started to move. No... the anticipation is worth it.

Between the girls' bodies, he was treated to a side-view of Daphne's gorgeous chest as Tracey eventually used the tip of just one finger to coax the lacey green bra downward half-way, just enough to bare the hard, pink nipple, and began to pepper her with tiny kisses around the areolae as well.

Over twenty minutes, Tracey worked her way down Daphne's body, giving Harry another lesson in pleasure, whether knowingly or not, showing him several erogenous zones that Daphne had aside from the obvious, until she shook her head, "Can I... taste you?"

This time, she didn't wait or watch for Daphne's reply. Instead, she pushed the skirt up and shoved the green, matching panties aside, and leaned in eagerly.

Only then did Harry stand up unzip his trousers, and fish his length free before stepping forward... but he didn't do anything but watch as Tracey, who seemed quite as skilled as Ginny with her tongue, quickly had Daphne writhing furiously on his bed, whimpering and giving off soft mewling sounds. Daphne chose that moment to open her eyes, which quickly widened as she saw Harry looming over her, and a moment of shock passed.

Had she forgotten where she was in her pleasure...?

Then the climax hit, and the brilliant blue rolled back in her head until it was nearly invisible as her hips rose from the mattress, shaking and trembling, while her thighs clutched against either side of the smaller witch's head.

Tracey didn't back down, but licked away eagerly , eyes closed in concentration, until Daphne finally fell back onto the bed and forcefully pushed her away with both hands against the dark brown hair. "Stop! Stop, Trace... oh Circe that was..."

But Tracey didn't need to hear the rest. She only grinned down at Daphne, then up at Harry without much trace of her usual shyness, though she was a bit flushed, "I love you too, Daphne. My turn?"

This time, though Harry didn't want to wait. He undressed slowly, making sure both girls saw him do it, as Daphne quickly and efficiently reduced Tracey to nudity as well before shucking her own clothes, then took hold of the smaller girl's knees where she lay on her back, and hiked her upward so that only Tracey's shoulders and head were on the bed, and most of her was against Daphne's voluptuous form, then leaned in with her own tongue.

"Gods, that's sexy," Harry exhaled. "I... d' you mind...?"

In response, Tracey reached out for his dick, eyes locked on it with shock and surprise, then tugged him softly forward onto the bed. He obediently knee-walked closer, and she whispered, even with Daphne eating her out, "I can't believe that fit into me..."

The blonde lifted her face from the other girl's genitals briefly to smile down at her, chin glistening with moisture, "It mostly fit. About... two-thirds."

Harry smiled proudly as Tracey gave him a tentative stroke, then another, before reaching across her small chest to try with both hands. It took them both to close around him, and they only just did that. He, meanwhile, leaned toward her, running one hand onto Tracey's small, A-cup chest, "Can I touch you? Can I kiss you both?"

Tracey nodded at once, pupils slightly dilated, and Daphne mumbled, "Mh, hm," a moment later before pulling off again. "We are here for sex, Potter. Isn't that clear by now?"

"Just making sure," he murmured, unsure yet how he wanted to join in. Eventually, though, a temptation proved to overpower the others, and he threw a leg over Tracey's head. "You can lick me there... or use your hands. You don't have to. But I want to share you with Daphne... I like Mulberry."

The blonde looked worried about her friend at his first statement, but surprised and pleased by the second half of his statement. "Huh... I never noticed that's what she tasted like, but you're right."

Before Harry could lean in to join Daphne's head between Tracey's legs, though, the small girl had licked at his hanging scrotum with one hand around his shaft, then started suckling his testicles. After a few seconds she released him, and Harry moaned. "I did not think that men could be appealing before you, Potter," Tracey murmured from beneath him, "and I would not have done this for... him. But you..."

Then she suckled his testicles again, and Harry sighed with pleasure. "That feels really good, Tracey."

She, perhaps predictably, started moving harder, pulling more, licking the sensitive flesh of his sack when it was taut between her lips. Daphne, eyes on Harry, seemed both surprised and amused by the turn of events, or maybe the look of ecstasy on his face, but she did not protest as Harry leaned in and wrapped one arm around both of them, resting it on the small of Daphne's still-covered back to help support Tracey's weight, then leaned in so that their foreheads touched...

And provided his own long tongue, longer than he could have thought it would reach, access to Tracey's slit and clitoris.

Daphne did not stop, though she shifted to delving mostly in and out, almost shagging her girlfriend with her tongue as Harry pleasured Tracey's clit and hood with his own, and within just a few seconds, Tracey was trembling and shaking between them, then cried out, "Fuuuck," as a geyser of fluid jetted up between Harry and Daphne's faces. As she continued to rock in climax, the spurts flew forward, back, coating both of them.

Slowly after, Daphne leaned back, scooting out from beneath Tracey and lowering her to the bed. Then she scooted around and leaned in to kiss Harry passionately, her tongue swirling over Harry's mouth. "You do taste good, Tracey," she murmured.

Tracey was still panting and, as Harry looked down at her, seemed to have a strange, wild look in her eyes.

One he'd seen before.

"Uh, Tracey...?"

The brown-haired girl shook her head quickly, staring up at him, then burst into motion. She lurched upright, nearly smacking her head against Harry's chin, then pounced on Daphne, throwing her back to the bed and climbing over her so that she could lean down and return the oral favor once more, then lowered herself to Daphne's suddenly eager mouth.

But she only let herself sixty-nine Daphne for a few seconds before she looked up, eyes still wild, and growled, "Fuck me, Potter."

"Er... alright."

So he rose to his knees once more and took up a position between Tracey's legs, just over Daphne's wide-eyed face, and pushed himself down. He slowly ran the underside of his cock against her slit to let it lubricate slightly, not that he felt like Tracey needed it, then looked down at Daphne. "Is this okay?"

The normally more sure girl nodded, a bit hesitant, and he lined up his tip before slowly pushing in.

Looking down himself, Harry could see Daphne's eyes locked on where he was entering Tracey, just as rapt as when he'd taken her virginity on the train two weeks earlier but from a much closer angle. And she was still so tight, it almost hurt. Further and further, until Tracey, apparently unwilling for the gentle approach, threw her body back against his so her firm, small ass bounced against his thighs, and she gasped, throwing her head upward with a cry of pleasure and pain intermingled.

Forward, half-way off of him, then back with another slap, and then she leaned down once more, and Daphne gasped. "Sh... shit..."

Harry grinned, "You want it harder, Tracey?"

"Yes," she growled.

"Okay."

He took hold of the slender hips, and, remembering how Lilith occasionally liked it, recognizing as well the similarities between Tracey's figure and the youthful form the Succubus seemed to think he preferred (which he probably did), Harry resolved to treat her pleasure in the same way...

And used her.

With just two or three strokes to prepare, he started hammering in and out of Tracey, much like he had with Romilda when he'd used his unknown powers to 'break' her, not caring (or at least not minding, for it felt amazing in its own way) how tight she was, how close to pain the pressure on his dick was. Instead, he only knew she wanted him, she was wet, curved just so, and somehow accepted his whole length... with that same tightness at the end that meant he was pounding into Tracey's womb, too.

But if there was pain for the smaller witch, he couldn't detect it in her cries, and soon Daphne was moaning in pleasure herself. He could hear, over their cries and the fast, sharp slap of skin against skin, little droplets from Tracey's incredible arousal hitting Daphne's face as she continued to try and increase her lover's ecstasy through what must have been another orgasm.

Harry knew it was coming, and quickly. Tracey was just too tight, the situation too fraught with emotion and pleasure, and Harry was nothing if not a conscientious lover, so he rumbled, "Coming... inside? Out?"

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!"

The dam burst, and Harry began to flood the small girl with his seed. Mid-way through his climax, his body trembling too, hers collapsed to quiver atop Daphne. He felt the other girl reach back and start licking his sweat-covered balls too, mimicking her lover's earlier movements and prolonging his pleasure. Eventually, still spurting, he pulled out, leaving a great dollop to fall onto Daphne's cheek, which she ignored. Instead she, wide-eyed and wild-looking herself, reached between he and Tracey to pull down his penis and angle the tip into her mouth, suckling roughly, then tugged at his pipe a few times. Then she released him and leaned up, laving at Tracey's dripping, wide-open hole. "I... I didn't think it'd taste good... fuck, Potter... You'd better have some left for me."

He was, in fact, still hard, so he moved back to let Daphne breathe while she tried to clean up his leavings from within the other girl. Then she beckoned him back after a few seconds, "Come- come back. Put it in her again... then in my mouth."

Tracey, who hadn't said anything or even really moved since her climax alongside Harry's whimpered as he, grinning, obeyed. But he only slicked in and out a few times, then withdrew and pushed himself downward.

"As far in as you can go, slowly," Daphne whispered, then opened wide, her tongue sticking out and dashing back and forth along his cock as he pushed in obediently, as if she wanted to taste the mixture of himself and Tracey's climax.

She coughed when he was two-thirds in, and pushed him back. Quickly, Harry pulled free, but Daphne said just one word: "Again."

So he pushed into Tracey once more, then back into Daphne, who coughed at about the same point.

This time, it took no words for him to know she was done, though her eyes were heavy-lidded and still filled with lust, so he moved around to the other side, lifted Daphne's limp, still-quivering legs to either side, and gently moved Tracey's head so he could put his knees beneath Daphne's legs and push forward.

The smaller girl wasn't unconscious, he thought, but didn't have the will to resist or do anything but watch as he started moving in and out of Daphne. She was tall, statuesque, classically beautiful even, and he loved being inside her. She, like Hermione and Ginny and Lyra, felt like home, just as much as Tracey had. Only, in the same way now that he had more experience to tell, different. Like Tracey herself, it was as if her body was a home he was very welcome to, but not his own, almost like the Burrow made him feel.

Her body still clutched at him though, and soon Daphne was whimpering once more. Then Tracey shook her head, pushed up onto her elbows once more, and leaned down to give a tentative lick to Daphne's swollen clit, which made her body jerk and clutch at Harry even tighter. "Do that again," he urged.

Tracey looked up at him, then grinned, and repeated the gesture. She didn't stop, and within just a few seconds, Daphne climaxed around him, but Harry wasn't done.

He kept moving, fucking both hard and fast, then slow and sensually, alternating as randomly as he could to vary things up. Then Tracey, looking almost Ginny-like with the mischievous tint to her eyes, looked up at him, and opened her mouth wide.

The invitation was obvious.

"Shit, Tracey," he murmured, not slowing his movement with Daphne, "Are you sure? I mean, I'm..."

She let her mouth close just enough to mutter, "Very sure. Only with you. I trust you."

He swallowed, feeling the weight of that trust settle on him even mid-coitus with her girlfriend, then slowly withdrew.

Daphne whimpered, her body twitching toward him as he came free, and he looked up Tracey to see that her hands were holding the smaller girl's rear cheeks apart as she delved inward, but didn't protest verbally- her mouth was otherwise occupied.

Tracey, though she was clearly enjoying it, closed her eyes as she leaned toward him and gave a tentative lick to his tip, then moaned as he pushed his thick, purple and sticky cap past her small lips, then slowly back out. "Daphne tastes like cherry cordial," Tracey pronounced, then took him into her mouth again, forcing herself lower.

She coughed when she tried to go further, but seemed determined to get more, and tilted her head further up, elongated her neck, then threw her body forward.

She choked and gagged, and Harry felt a faint sting of what must have been bile along his tip, but nothing leaked out, and Tracey didn't pull back. Instead, with tears springing freely from her soft brown eyes, making faint eye-liner run, she looked up at him, seeming quite pleased with herself, before slowly putting a hand to his abdomen and pushing him away.

She coughed again as his tip passed her tonsils and uvula, then gasped once she was able, "Gods... how- how far...?"

"About three inches, total," Harry admitted, pointing to the spot about two inches past the tip.

"Fucking amazing," the normally quiet girl pronounced, then looked down and, using both hands, pulled Daphne's pussy wide open, "Fill her up, Harry."

So he did, and a few minutes later, when Daphne was once more approaching orgasm with both him and Tracey pleasuring her, the smaller girl opened her mouth wide again, "As far as you can, Potter."

He swallowed reverently, amazed by the trust Tracey showed, then obeyed, raising up the few inches necessary between Daphne's cunt and Tracey's lips, then pushed in forcefully, yet slowly and carefully, ready for any cough.

She did wince as he pushed past her tonsils into her throat again, but the girl didn't cough, and her body went still and rigid, yet strangely relaxed, as he went in further, and further still.

Then she slapped his chest, sudden panic gripping her, and Harry yanked himself free, before immediately pushing into Daphne- he was close now, himself, and wanted as much pleasure as he could before it was too late.

Tracey didn't say anything this time, only gasped and shuddered as she climaxed, then turned her attention toward Daphne and she began to moan and pant, quickly reaching a crescendo as he continued to plow her.

"In- in or out, D- Daphne?" he groaned, feeling sweat bead on his forehead from his exertions.

"In my mouth!" Tracey cried, opening wide again, just in time to receive his load as he ripped himself free with a grunt while Daphne came down.

He got most of it in there, but Harry's aim, his body out of control, was a bit off. Some landed in Tracey's loose, bobbed hair, some on her cheeks, some dribbling down onto Daphne's glistening, golden-furred snatch, but most did land inside the wide-open orifice, and Tracey, when it was clear he was done with the jets, closed her mouth, then swallowed audibly. "I... it tastes like a salt cracker, the muggle kind."

He blinked, "Never... heard that, but I knew it was salty."

Tracey nodded, then slowly rolled off Daphne. Both of them lay on their backs, panting, for several minutes while Harry let his eyes rove over both of them, slowly stroking the last few drops of his semen out to land on the bed, before stepping back. "I think I need a shower. You're both welcome to join me, if you want another round."

Daphne giggled, half-hysterically, but Tracey shook her head weakly, "No- no more... tired. Shower, then rest. Dorm..."

Yet, when he stepped out of the shower ten minutes later, both of the Slytherins were passed out, still naked or nearly so, on his bed. So Harry began to dress in his casual nightwear and stepped out, shirt still in hand and not on his torso, into the other room.

Where he froze.

Astoria, red-faced, was staring at him, shirtless.

"Wow," she murmured, then seemed to catch herself, and flushed even darker.

Harry turned pink too, he'd completely forgotten Daphne's sister was out there. Ron snickered, then moved a piece, "Checkmate, again."

Astoria didn't even glance down at the board. "You... you shagged her! Them! What- what the... is that the secret business? She could've just said!"

Harry's face met his palm rather violently. "I... shit. Okay, yes, and yes. You can't tell anyone. Their reasons are their own. It's their business, not yours. Call it- call it Potter House Business, or whatever your Pure-Blood custom dictates, but leave it. Please."

Ron snorted, "There's nothing like that, Harry. That sort of thing only exists in bad stories. Or at least, stories that use ancient ideas, like trashy Lockhart-style books."

"Whatever. Just- don't go spreading it around, at all."

Astoria shook her head, "I can't believe you've been shagging my sister, Harry! I thought- I thought we were friends!"

"We are," he said helplessly, throwing his hands into the air, "It's complicated, alright?"

"How long has this been going on? What do you mean by complicated? Are you shagging them, or not? I thought she was a witch's witch! I thought they both were!"

Harry sighed once more, putting her answers on hold as he sank, tired for once, onto the couch next to Ron. "It is complicated, not very long- depending on how you look at it- but yes, both of them, and yes, they are 'witch's witches' or lesbians, or- at least I think that's what you meant. And no, it's not your business. It doesn't concern you, does it?"

"Of course it concerns me," Astoria glowered imperiously up at him, shorter than he even though she was half-risen from her chair and he was now sitting, "If she doesn't carry on the Line, then I have to, and I'm supposed to die in a few years!"

Harry blinked. "Oh, yeah, about that..."

She huffed as he gestured toward the letter on the coffee table, "Hermione had to help me make sense of it, but they think you have something called Leukemia. It's a type of cancer that... well, it can affect your blood, primarily affects the young, and usually results in death before adulthood or just after. In other words..."

"It fits the symptoms and the... Leukemia? What's Cancer, too? The Crab?"

Harry blinked, "The Crab? What does that have to-"

Ron held up a hand, looking amused by the byplay as he looked back and forth between the two, "Cancer the Crab. Zodiac? That Muggle Magic nonsense, but based on the constellation? Surely you remember Astronomy, and the drivel that Trelawney was always spouting?"

"Most of it I ignored," Harry reminded Ron, "I'm surprised you remember it. But no... cancer with a small-c is a disease. I'm not sure on the specifics, but it basically turns your body against itself. In your case, it makes your blood attack the rest of your body. Not all of it, but more as time goes on, and there is a genetic component- which means it's more likely in a family. If there was a magic or spell or curse that could control it so only one person per generation is affected..."

"It would fit my family's curse," Astoria whispered, the blood of her anger fading into a pale white as the reality set in.

"Yes," Harry murmured, "but... there is a treatment, and maybe soon a cure. It'll mean Muggle care, and... well, it could make your hair fall out. I've heard it's hard, painful, even dangerous to treat, but it can be done. You could live a long life. Maybe mostly a normal one, without... well, without such a big sword hanging over your head. At least, if it works. It's hard to predict how magic and science interact, according to Hermione."

Astoria swallowed, then looked down at the letter. A moment later she burst into tears.


It had taken another hour for her to calm down, but once she'd passed out, Ron had incanted, "Wingardium Leviosa," and carefully maneuvered the girl into one of the other bedrooms and the two gently put her, still clothed, beneath the covers and left, quietly shutting the door behind them.

"So," Ron exhaled softly, glancing to his bedroom door, "you did shag both?"

Harry nodded.

Ron let out a slow breath. "I can't say I like it- you know my stance- but you're still alive and unpoisoned, right?"

"Far as I know," Harry chuckled, "if their squirt was poison, wouldn't that kill them, too?"

Ron laughed.

"Anyway, I know why you're worried, but I'm not. I have reason to trust them both, and Pansy, too. You know Astoria stayed with us for a few weeks, right? At Sirius' place?"

Ron nodded again, sobering quickly. "Yeah... then she went back home, right?"

"No," Harry said quietly, glancing at his door in turn, "It's not my place to tell, so I won't give up details, but Daphne, Tracey, Pansy, and Millicent Bullstrode, and two girls from the year up, have kind of... split from the rest of Slytherin."

"Those Carrow twins? Those ones? I thought they were still hanging out with Montague- the younger one- and Warrington."

"They are," Harry told him with a shrug, "At least, Warrington. Montague might've been kicked out of their little group. They're giving information to our side, straight to me or Sirius, then Dumbledore. They're hiding in a house Milly was given for her engagement, and they're mostly cut off from their families now, but I really do think they're on our side."

"Alright," Ron shrugged, "I'll take your word for it. And like I said, at least Greengrass is fit, right? Davis isn't too bad, either."

"Looking at younger girls, now?" Harry laughed, looking pointedly toward the bedroom Ron normally slept in when here, where Astoria now slept.

"Er, shut up," Ron chuckled, red-faced again, "You know I meant the older one. Daphne."

The two talked for several more minutes before Ron stood up, "Well, I'm gonna go make use of Romilda before I head up to the Tower. You staying here, tonight?"

"Yeah, I probably should," Harry sighed, glancing about, "It wouldn't do for those three to wake up without someone here. Might scare them."

"And you want to keep an eye on your things, yeah?"

Harry shrugged, grinning. "Maybe. I'll join you with Romilda, though, unless you want some alone time?"

"Haven't had enough?"

"Never."

Both laughed as they entered the dungeon.

Romilda, untied since the night before, was pleasuring herself on the bed with the handle of one of the quirts in her arse, and a metallic dildo about two feet long in her twat, but she eagerly withdrew both as they stepped in, "Cock! Need cocks!"

"So what were you planning on doing with this bitch's photos? I assume you aren't selling Hermione's, Lyra's, or my sister's."

Harry waited until Romilda was moving smoothly with Ron in her ass, her back against him on the bed, before pushing into her pussy with his own rod and answering, "Well, part of it is insurance if she decides to get back at us for... well, this. But if she does recover, and she's okay with it happening, then she'd probably be okay with us selling copies for money, right? Everyone loves a bit of porn. Of course, if the others were willing to sell pictures or even film... we'd make a killing. Our girls are dead sexy, and both of us are built like porn stars. Plus, you know, Succubus."

"Good point," Ron grunted, "Muggles really have that stuff on film?"

"Lots of it."

"Huh. I've only seen one cinema, but something like that would put Playwitch out of business, even if all the girls were Muggles."

"That's sorta the plan," Harry chuckled, "If it comes to it, anyway."

"Shit. I love shagging, but getting paid for it, too? That'd be brilliant."


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