Author's Notes: This one is not that funny... Bleh...

Ch. 3: The Slaves

As soon as dinner was over Harry managed to run all the way to Gryffindor Tower with a dangerous hungry pack of girls behind him. When did he become a sex symbol anyway? In fact, he had been hated for quite a while in 4th year because many students thought he had inserted his name in the Goblet of Fire. Even Ron was mad at him for quite a while during that year. In 5th year many students again hated him because they thought he was lying and The Daily Prophet didn't help one bit. The newspaper kept making him look like a liar and a dangerous lunatic. So when in Merlin's name had the students started to 'love' him?

Harry was panting when he reached the fat lady's portrait only to remember that he didn't know the password. "Shit!", he muttered before getting himself against the wall next to the portrait. The pack of 'hungry girls' looked even more dangerous than a wolf pack or a werewolf pack. He could see the girls approaching him now, in slow steps. He even imagined them having fangs.

Just then Hermione came out of the girl 'pack' and quickly muttered: "Bedknobs and Broomsticks." The portrait opened and just as Hermione entered and Harry was going to follow a girl pinned him against the wall. The girl was intimidating, especially since she was taller than him, probably a 6' 1".

The girl that had pinned Harry was beautiful with dark blonde hair and big brown eyes. She quickly spoke to him with a smile. "My name is Christina Spears, 7th year Ravenclaw. I am your number one worshipper. These girls here are all part of The 'Prince' Harry Club. The club was my great and brilliant idea of course. That makes me the President. We will do anything for you. If you want a girl every night you will get one. We have no qualms in worshipping you and we have even made a vote and decided to assign you a servant, a slave." The girl looked at the hungry pack and frowned: "Where the fuck is Ashley?"

The boy named Ashley came out of the pack not looking nearly as cheerful as he had looked before. "Yes, President?"

"Here is your slave, Harry. He has to do everything that you tell him to do. In case that he is not available for some reason there is a substitute slave." Christina looked around and called: "Lara?"

The girl named Lara Dalrymple was a Hufflepuff in 7th year. She was tiny, looking about 4' 11". She almost looked like a little girl with her hair in two ponytails. She had auburn hair, a freckled face, and dark blue eyes that almost seemed violet.

"This is Lara, the substitute slave. You will have her whenever you want or whenever Ash is... I dunno, anywhere, but here? These are my gifts to you, Harry."

Harry was horrified looking at the tiny girl and the blue haired boy with pink tips. Lara had a big girly smile, but it was obvious that Ash wasn't very happy about becoming a slave. "I... I don't need any slaves. That is inhuman."

"Call them servants, then! I have no problems with that! The thing is that they have to be there for you!"

Harry's eyes went wide as he felt Christina's hand between his legs all of a sudden and he started to cough. The girl stopped what she was doing and left with the pack leaving Ash and Lara. Harry looked at the two students and shook his head before telling them: "Just go to your houses!" He then entered through the portrait, sighing. That Christina had to be completely mad. What was that girl thinking anyway in making him a fan club plus choosing students as servants?

Hermione signaled Harry to sit down. She had news about what she had spoken with McGonagall about the fan club. Harry quickly sat down waiting for the girl to speak, but because of the girl's expression he knew that she didn't have good news. "Harry, I'm sorry. Prof. McGonagall says that there is nothing wrong with making a club so it cannot be disbanded. If things get somewhat dangerous then and only then will the Hogwarts faculty intervene. I also re-checked Hogwarts, A History and there is nothing against making clubs. You will have to bear with it for now. Still, if it makes you feel better I can assure you that McGonagall was very disturbed with the dance that was performed in the middle of the Great Hall, but Dumbledore found it amusing. Can you believe it?"

"Well, I actually enjoyed looking at the girls' legs... I was able to see quite a variety of knickers too..." Harry's gaze went almost glazed as he remembered those details and grinned.

"Harry! You are acting like a pervert! That was a horrible dance! It was indecent and disgusting!" Harry was almost drooling thinking about knickers and Hermione rolled her eyes. "Men! I'm going to my dormitory! Good night!" She gave Harry a glare and left.

Ron entered the common room yelling at Ginny, but the girl ignored him, said 'good night' to Harry, and left towards her dormitory. Ron then joined Harry. "Why can't she understand that she shouldn't be exposing herself like that? Now she is mad at me because I sent an owl to mum! Hope she gets a Howler!"

Harry turned to look at his redhead friend: "You shouldn't have told your mum! She just did what the other girls did and you sure looked like you were enjoying the dance..."

Ron's face took a shade similar to his hair. "I... Well, I'm a guy! What would you expect? But I certainly didn't want to see Ginny's black knickers being flashed at me! She wears black knickers! Plus other guys saw them too! That's humiliating, Harry! Can you imagine what it feels like to have other guys drooling because of your sister's body?"

Harry snickered, but nodded as if he was agreeing with Ron when the truth was he had enjoyed watching Ginny's creamy pale legs and black knickers too. He was in fact one of the guys Ron would kill for drooling at the sight of his sister.

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The next day Harry feared going to classes. Was he going to be chased to every classroom? The thought was very distressing and he found himself tempted to use the invisibility cloak, but that almost meant risking being discovered as the owner of such a cloak. With a groan he came out of the portrait to find himself in front of Ashley Quidgley. "What are you doing here?"

Ashley blinked several times before answering with a big smile: "I was waiting for you!"

"So now I have an escort?"

"I am your servant, forgot?"

Harry rolled his eyes and started walking with Quidgley right behind him. They were soon joined by Hermione and Ron, who kept sending glances in Ashley's direction wondering why Harry was walking with that strange boy.

As they were reaching the Great Hall Ashley, who wasn't even looking forward, managed to crash against a teacher. The Gryffindor trio wore horrified faces when they saw that Ashley had crashed against Snape. The boy looked at the teacher and smiled before saying: "Sorry Severus."

Hermione, Harry, and Ron gasped while Snape looked murderous. "What did you call me, Quidgley?"

Ash went into deep thought and then replied: "I'm sorry Severus. I didn't mean to call you Severus... Snape?"

"Twenty points from Ravenclaw for that, Quidgley!"

"Whoa, Sev! Was I that bad in bed last year?"

Ron, Harry, and Hermione gasped even more. ""THIRTY POINTS FROM RAVENCLAW FOR THAT ONE AND DON'T YOU EVEN DARE SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN!" Snape left, robes billowing gracefully in his quick pace.

Ashley looked at the trio with a fearful expression and suddenly said: "Please don't tell anyone about what you just heard." The three Gryffindors were still quite shocked and simply nodded before continuing on their way to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Everything was normal so far and Harry hadn't encountered any mad fans. Even so, during breaksfast he could feel many eyes on him. Ron and Hermione were also looking around and to their relief Ash had joined Ravenclaw table. They were never going to tell anyone that Ash seemed to have somehow bedded their Potions Master, although Hermione had already started some research on that boy and the rumours were that he had bedded almost every male fifteen years and up in Hogwarts.

As the trio started to leave for their first class which was Charms, Harry noticed some girls following. They kept getting closer and closer until he felt a caress on his back and right arm: "Hey!" The girls started to giggle. "Cut that out!" He got between Ron and Hermione, but the girls kept following them. The girls looked like 4th years.

Again Harry felt a caress and this time it was on his arse. "Stop that already!" Ron and Hermione also looked back and the girls giggled, but kept following. Harry thought the girls had to be mental, but was relieved as he entered the comfort of Charms class. Ron and Hermione gave him pitied looks while the rest of the students murmured, gave him sympathetic looks, or mocked him in the case of the Slytherins. Some of the Slytherins were even throwing kisses at him and that included Malfoy.

Right after class Malfoy stopped the trio. "So Potter! Is it true Quidgley is your slave? He is quite good in bed! I bet you are lucky, buy unfortunately I will have to report that you have a slave! It might get you... expelled?" Malfoy smirked.

"I don't have any slaves and I haven't and never will touch Quidgley, Malfoy. And how do you know he is good in bed? Are you one of the whores that has been with him?"

Draco turned pink, but quickly spoke back: "I am not the one with slaves, Potter! Watch it, scarred freak!" Malfoy went laughing with his cronies.

Hermione seemed nervous: "This is bad, Harry! Why don't you somehow get rid of Quidgley? It's true that you can get expelled! He will probably tell Snape!"

"How am I supposed to get rid of Quidgley? By killing him?"

Ron intervened: "Maybe you can fire him!"

Harry considered what Ron was saying. Might as well give it a try. Just then Quidgley arrived panting: "Just got back from Transfiguration to escort you to your DADA class!"

Harry was about to ask Quidgley how the hell he knew his school program, but suddenly had a naughty idea. He could see Malfoy, who had stopped in the middle of the hallway to speak to Pansy Parkinson. "Quidgley? You will do anything I ask?"

Ash seemed taken aback at being called by his last name, but responded the question with a nod. Hermione, meanwhile, was giving Harry a nasty glare.

"Can you go and kiss Malfoy on the lips?" Exactly at that moment the hallway was more and more full of students and Ash seemed scared, but actually complied. The boy went to Malfoy, grabbed him all of a sudden, and placed quite a deep kiss on the blonde's lips. Prof. Flitwick caught the kissing students and started to lecture them while Harry and Ron laughed.

Hermione shook her head in disapproval. "That was low, Harry. You do know that Quidgley has feelings, right?"

Harry felt a little guilt, but at the same time enjoyed getting even with Malfoy. Flitwick getting to the scene was a bonus and after that little scene Malfoy was going to have difficulties reporting Harry having servants. "Please Hermione... It's not like you have never gotten even on someone..."

Quidgley got back, his face scarlet. Harry actually pitied him then. "Quidgley, you're fired."

Ash blinked twice and shook his head: "It's a schoolyear contract. You cannot fire me. Club's rules."

Harry decided to try something else: "Okay then. Just go to your classes normally." Hermione stopped glaring at that time.

Ash left them and they proceeded to the DADA classroom with a group of this time 5th year girls following behind.

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