Warnings: Underage Sex, Dom/sub, Male Dom, Bestiality.
Chapter Twenty-Three!
28th of October 1994
Walking up the tunnel he noticed that after ten feet or so it became a lot cleaner. It was obvious that Medusa had been along here recently, which he was glad for because it meant he was less likely to find anything hiding at the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. "At the end of the tunnel there'll be a door leading to the Chamber of Secrets." Harry explained, talking to try and reassure Sara and Remedy. "Once we're through that it'll be a short walk and then I'll bring you into the main chamber." He continued, building up to telling them they were about to come face to face with a friendly Basilisk.
"What's a Chamber of Secrets?" Sara asked, confused.
Harry paused for a moment, before answering, "Umm, when the Founders of Hogwarts built it, Slytherin made himself a private home/hideout of some sorts where he could live uninterrupted with his family. I wouldn't be surprised if all the Founders did, it would be nice to have a hideaway that no-one knew about. I don't know when or why, but over time because it was thought to be only a myth, it became known as the, 'Chamber of Secrets'." Stopping at the door, which had snake markings on it, Harry hissed §'Open'§ and the three continued walking along the corridor. As they walked, Harry realized that he should tell Sara and her mother about Medusa. "Before we get to the Chamber, you should know something. You may or may not have heard, but two years ago a basilisk was running loose around the school. And you may also heard that I might have killed it."
"Bane was informed about this, yes," Remedy replied. "But he didn't believe that a child could defeat such a beast."
"Yeah, he would think that," Harry scoffed at the predictable news. "Well I did defeat it and I thought that I had killed it. But earlier this year I came down here to see if I could use any of its organs and was surprised to find that not only was the Basilisk alive, but also female." He heard the clatter of hooves on the stone floor behind him suddenly stop when he'd said that the Basilisk was still alive, so he turned to face them and said calmly, "Trust me, ladies, you've got nothing to worry about, she's now my pet, she'd never hurt anyone accompanying me."
He twitched in surprise hearing Medusa voice coming towards him, "Of course not, I'd never hurt any of Master's friends." He turned around and watched her slither towards him before she picked him up in a hug and kissed him.
"Pet, this is Sara and Remedy, her mother." He introduced, pointing at one then the other before stroking Medusa's face as he continued, "Ladies, this is my pet, Medusa." Shrinking down into her human form to reassure the Centaur that she meant no harm she walked forwards and kissed Sara on the mouth before doing the same with Remedy. They both had dull shocked expressions on their faces as she finished, "Yes, I know that I said that Medusa is a Basilisk, but what I didn't get to tell you before Medusa interrupted was that Slytherin was a pervert and a Potions Master in his time, and he made it so Medusa can become a human whenever she wants, so that he could fuck her."
"It's nice to meet more of Master's women, he only ever brings Hermione and Luna down here." Pulling back she saw the blisters on each of their left breasts and frowned. "Master, they've been injured, I have some paste and bandages that will fix them right up."
As Medusa hurried off to get her supplies Harry turned to the still stunned Centaur, "Come on, not much further now and I'll show you were you'll be living for a bit." He began walking up the corridor again as Sara voiced her thoughts, "She… she's very friendly, Harry. What did she mean by 'more of Master's women'?" She wasn't bothered about the Master bit, seeing that not too long ago her father was going to force Harry to become her new Master, not something she would have minded at all, he was quite attractive in both his Human and Centaur forms. She simply wished for the ability to pledge her own soul to him, and not have somebody else do it for her.
Harry shrugged, "That would be one of the things I want to talk to you about. Why don't I get you to patched up and then we can have a talk?"
They entered the throne room as Medusa came out of a side passage, "Here you go, Master, I've brought some bandages and some burn-healing paste, hopefully it will still be usable." She said, walking over to Harry and handing them to him.
Turning he walked up to Sara first, "I'll need to remove the numbing charm so that I know if it working. I'll put it on your breast and then bandage you up." Sara nodded her consent and then hissed in pain as the charm was removed. Opening the jar lid he was greeted with the sight of a dark orange paste. He grimaced as he realized that, while the concoction was still usable, it would likely leave behind a scar because of its age. Dipping two fingers into the pot he started to apply it to the blisters at the top of Sara's breast. Itmust have been working because as soon as it came into contact with them she sighed in relief. Once he'd tenderly applied a liberal amount over the entire burn he gently wrapped her chest with bandages ensuring the dark orange goop would remain in place. "I'm going to gut Bane and the other Centaur for this." Harry hissed darkly as he finished up.
"Harry, please don't." Remedy warned, "I know you're powerful, more powerful than a normal Wizard, but you're only one person and there are many Centaur in the forest, more than you have seen. You might be able to kill a few of them, but in the end they would end up killing you. We Centaur as a whole are good at fighting many things, from a wizard to the most powerful dragon. I'm not saying not do anything, as I suspect you wouldn't listen, but wait until you have your own army or people to back you up before doing anything. Should you be killed, what would happen to me, Sara and the other girls you have?"
Harry sighed, he knew that Remedy was right, "Fine I won't do anything, for now, but you have my word that they won't be getting away with what they've done to Sara," Harry said darkly, then softly he said as finished dealing with Sara's breast. "There, all done." He kissed her gently on the lips. He felt her moan into his mouth and forgetting himself brought his other hand up to her unbandaged breast, groping it lightly, only to be brought back to reality by a "Err Hum," from Remedy.
Pulling away from a flustered Sara he turned and walked over to her smirking mother, "You ready?" He asked. Seeing her nod, he did the same as he did with Sara. After he finished he went to step away but was stopped when Remedy asked teasingly, "Don't I get a kiss." He paused and looked at Sara asking her permission. He would normally do it, but this was Sara's mother, and he felt for now he should at least ask. He was surprised by the emphatic nod of her head, so looking back at Remedy, brought his lips to hers. The kiss didn't last as long as the one with Sara, and there was no groping, but it was still rather enjoyable for both parties.
A couple of minutes later he had conjured some straw for Sara and Remedy to sit on in an unused room and had brought himself in a chair. Medusa had slithered off to go do something in the Forbidden Forest. Shelooked hungry, so he guessed it was to get a snack. "I know it's a bit Spartan, but I figured I could sort out everything tomorrow. Medusa's bedroom isn't too far away and you can ask her if you need anything." He paused, "Do you have any questions?"
"You have other women?" Sara asked and seeing him nod, continued, "So you're the stallion of your herd?"
Harry frowned, wondering if the word had a different meaning. Cultural differences were confusing when you were ignorant of one half of the engagement. "I supposes you could say that, I'm sleeping with three women regularly, there are and will be others on and off, and you know I can turn into a Kneazle, so there are several female cats I mate with regularly, two of which are Animagi." He paused before continuing, "It that what you meant?"
"Yes, it wasn't done in my previous tribe because of the lack of females but it not uncommon for a Centaur male to have more than one mare when they're available and if he's virile enough. You have no complaints from your women?"
Harry snorted, "No, not recently. If anything I think they hope I'll slow down a little."
His answer brought a smile to Sara's face, "What's going to happen in the future, I… we, Centaur, can't stay in here forever, we need to be under the night sky. We have a minor but worsening case of hereditary Claustrophobia; it gets worse the longer we're inside. It's not bad at first, but it will grow and become rather scarring."
Harry frowned. He hadn't known that about Centaur. He'd need to go and talk to the unicorns again and try and persuade them once more, "I'm negotiating with the unicorn herd to take you in, they'll get a Protector out of you and you'll get to be in a herd, which I know was very important to Sara. The main sticking point at the moment is they want me to become their Keeper, to protect them. I'm worried that they won't allow you in because of theCentaurs' dealings with them, and if they do, I think that they'll only do it if I become their Keeper."
Sara smiled even brighter, "Well, why haven't you agreed?"
Frowning in confusion, "Because I can't be with them all the time, and frankly I wouldn't even be considering it if not for you, I see no benefit for myself."
"What do you mean no benefit for yourself, you're going to be their protector, correct?" Remedy inquired. Seeing his confused look, Remedy continued, "Their protector; the person who defends the herd… their stallion. We'll be with them most of the time, so you won't have to be with them all the time. And if you were able to relocate their home to the forest entrance of this Chamber, you could have Medusa helping protecting them too."
"I never thought about moving them to the forest entrance…" Then what Remedy said about benefits finally clicked in Harry's mind, "Oh… OH… Err, having them moved to the entrance puts things in a different light." Harry's face turned red, embarrassed and a little ashamed that he hadn't thought of the benefits of protecting the herd before, "Yeah, I can see the benefits of protecting them now. I was going to talk to the unicorns about you, I'll talk this new plan over with them at the same time. Is there anything else?"
He watched as Sara stood and approached him, her tone full of conviction as she spoke. "Yes, yes there is. You see, because me and my mum have been banished, although my mum is technically in self-exile seeing that she had you brand her, the other Centaur will do whatever they like to us if they ever get the opportunity. Since we're mares and don't have a strong, powerful stallion to protect us, they can mate with us and we can do nothing about it unless we can fight them off, which I for one cannot. I don't know about mum, but you're a stallion and I'm a single mare. What I'm trying to say is… please let me become your mare."
Harry understood what she wanted from him, a strong, powerful stallion to protect her from the other Centaurs, but there was one thing on his mind, though, "Are you sure you want this, though,I have to warn you that if we go through with this you'll have to fully submit to me. I don't go halfway." Harry said to the young girl, "All the women that I've been with have submitted to me fully, calling me Master or Alpha. I need this, if you become mine you'll have to do the same, it's in my nature. I'm possessive and expect you to be submissive to me, this is who I am now, someone who likes to dominate his women and I don't think that will change. So you'll need to be okay with it, because once you become mine I'll never let you go. I don't expect you to call me Master all the time, but I would expect to be called as such when we're in private. Knowing this, do you still want to become mine?"
Sara was shocked at his honest confession. She knew that Harry had changed a lot, but she didn't know that he had become a dominant partner. With some thought she realized this what she had imagined happening since she found out that she was going to be his pet earlier that night, and she liked it. He was going to be her Master and Chieftain, so in lieu of an answer she leaned down to wrap her arms loosely around his neck, so as not to press her bandaged breast into his chest.
Harry returned her hug and after she'd kissed him passionately, he understood what she wanted and queried, "Are you sure you don't want to wait until you're healed first?"
"No." She replied firmly, "Please Harry, my Master and Chieftain."
Lemon Begins! (Skip if you don't want to read or under eighteen!)
With her answer Harry smiled that Sara was willing to become his fully and stepped back, pulling free of her hug and started to discard his clothing. Once naked his form blurred and he transformed into a Centaur. Sara licked her lips at the sight of Centaur Harry in front of her. Looking at him when he had been fighting her former father hadn't done him justice. She wasn't small by any means, when Harry was human she towered over him as her equine half was 4" 6' and then she had her human torso and head on top of that. She found she was now looking up at him however as his equine half alone was probably pushing 5". Looking him over she compared his physique to her own. She was sleek and toned, her equine half was built for agility and quickness. Harry's equine half on the other hand was built for strength, his shoulders and chest were deep and wide, his back muscular and short, with his hindquarters being long and wide.
She bit her lip seeing once more the impressive meat that was expanding down between his rear legs. It was huge, it dangled nearly touching the floor, it must have been nearly three foot long and it ended in a large flared head. She walked until he was kneeling alongside her and then sat. She been told by her mother when she had entered puberty to never lean under a male Centaur when sucking him off, they tended to thrust forwards without meaning to and they were quite powerful, there had been more than one female who'd had been trampled by accident. So, reaching under him with both hands she pulled his dick to the side and brought the flared head to her mouth.
Up close his cock was even more impressive, the shaft was wide and she had to use both hands to circle it. Even bent it was nearly longer than her arm and the head flared out to an eye watering six inches. She was beginning to grow intimidated. She pushed onward before the feeling could settle, though, and started pumping his shaft and licking the head, coating it in her saliva.
"Mmmm." Harry moaned above her, his hips twitching forwards of their own accord, stopping only at the sharp twinge created from his cock as it bent uncomfortably. Licking and sucking his flared cock head Sara's face was quickly covered in his pre-cum as it was launched from the head she was lavishing attention on in gentle spurts. Before long it started to drip down her neck and onto her breasts. As she covered herself in it she grew wetter and wetter with every second she was covered in more and more of his scent. Deciding he was ready she stopped. She stood and walked past him, allowing him to turn and approach her from behind. Standing still she awaited the mounting that was about to take place, but couldn't help herself from shivering as the feeling of intimidation returned once more, doubts that she was ready began forming alongside her growing worry. She nervously raised her tail, the appendage twitching nervously despite her best efforts.
Harry caught her tail to keep it out of the way so he could see her pussy lips pouting, each time they pulsed outwards her large clit became visible and winked at him. Holding his fingers straight and pulling them together to make his hand as small as possible he placed it at her entrance and pushed in and out, slowly burying more of his wrist into her. Reassured that she was big enough he pulled his hand free and then, balling his fingers into a fist, pushed forcefully into her.
"Harry!" Sara whimpered as she felt his hand enter her fully, only to shudder and mutter, "Urgh, don't take it out!" As he slowly pulled his hand back. Now knowing she could take it he punched forward with his arm again and again, and with each thrust his hand got deeper into her, until finally he opened his hand and grabbed the sucking lips of her cervix.
"Harry, please more, harder." Sara moaned as he pulled her cervix back and forth until she screamed his name again as she orgasmed. Pulling his arm out he shook her juices from it, splattering them onto the stone floor and then watched as even more lubricant flowed from her pussy.
Breathing hard Sara pleaded, "Please Harry, I need your cock." Unable to deny her adorable tone, and now wanting it just as much as she did, he didn't deny her. He positioned himself closer behind her, using the grip on her tail as an anchor, and then rearing up onto her back. She grunted cutely as his weight settled onto her back legs before he tensed his groin muscles, snapping his cock straight. Not wasting a second he pushed forward, gently searching for her entrance. Shifting his rear again and again the head of his cock finally found her slippery pussy lips and he stepped forward, pushing two and half feet of his cock into her. "Ohhhh! Fuck! Harry!" Sara moaned as she came around his prick. She couldn't believe how full she felt, his hand had been good, but the large flared head of his cock was altogethersomething in a league of its own. Thrusting himself forwards again to get a better position her pussy pulled his cock tight against her cervix as his hands twitched, wanting to grab something. He grabbed Sara's blonde hair, pulling her human torso back before kissing her roughly as he reached forwards with the other hand to her undamaged breast and began to squeeze and maul it as she came around him.
He pounded his dick in and out of her sloppy pussy, grunting he broke the kiss as he felt her contract around him again. "Harder Harry, Fuck me harder!" Sara moaned, her voice no longer muffled by his mouth, only to stagger forwards a step, then two as he used his hips, putting his weight behind his thrusts fully. Pulling on her hair Harry growled, "Stay still!" into her ear as he stepped forwards to keep the majority of his dick within her.
"So good Harry," Sara moaned harder, too dazed to really comply with his demands as he pushed forwards again, only to stagger forwards once more, unable to stop his momentum. "So strong," Sara whined out as she came around his dick again. As he fucked Sara she slowly moved across the room, causing him more and more frustration as his dick kept slipping partially free from her pussy. As they were nearing the opposite wall he saw an opportunity to force her to remain still, so he pushed her forwards once more and commanded, "Brace yourself against the wall."
She crossed her arms in front of her and placed them and her front hooves against the wall in front of her. She shrieked and shuddered as Harry slammed his hips forward, taking out his frustrations on her gushing orifice as he finally gained the ability to shove the last few inches of his length inside her. Harry remained seated, completely sheathed within her pussy for a few seconds before he went back to ramming his dick in and out of her using his powerful hips. Each time she rocked forwards against the wall, but was now able to use it as leverage to push back against him.
"Fuck me, Harry, harder, fuck my pussy!" Sara moaned as Harry sweated above her. He knew it wouldn't be long now, he could already feel his heavy balls rising. "That it, harder, Harry, fuck me harder, Ohhhh Harry!" Sara screamed under him as she came again.
Grunting as she tightened around him Harry groaned out, "Sara!" as her fourth orgasm, her pussy fluttering around him accordingly, was finally enough to push over the edge. His equine body reacted without any input and with each thrust of his hips he could feel long sticky ropes of cum exploding from the end of his cock and deep into Sara's womb as he tightened his hold on her hair, ensuring she couldn't move, even if she wanted to, as her pussy pulsed and twitched, pulling the head of his prick against her cervix, his hips jerked forwards again and again as his big balls contracted depositing load after load of his seed into the Centaur under him; the massive head of his cock pushing progressively harder against her cervix with every jerk of his hips in a fruitless but still very pleasurable venture. She sighed and whined as he continued to cum into her as his pulsing cock seemed to extend her orgasm indefinitely as her womb greedily sucked in all his hot spunk. Kissing her again she moaned into his mouth and with one final thrust his empty balls shot out the last dregs of sperm they could, her pussy eagerly taking the excess seminal fluid.
Lemon Ends! (Read from here if you skipped the lemon!)
Breathing heavily he dismounted as he felt his dick shrinking, the plug it had formed broke and a puddle of his seed began to form on the stone floor. He turned as Remedy stood, her eyes were focused on where the river of his cum was leaking out of her daughter's pussy and she stepped towards them. As she reached him she kissed his chest, licking the sweat from his body, before, placing both hands on it and looking up into his eyes, she said, "Please Harry, like my daughter told you - without a strong powerful stallion to protect us - the other Centaurs can use us as they like and we can't do anything about it. So please allow me to become your mare too."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked her, as he had Sara, "You know that you'll have to submit to me fully if you want to be mine, can you handle this."
All she said was "Yes, my Master and Chieftain." Not hesitating in the slightest. A smile bloom on her face as she turned and braced herself against a wall next to her daughter, who had collapsed onto her knees, her forehead resting on the cool stone as she recovered from that last literally mind-numbing orgasm.
For the rest of the evening and into the early hours of Saturday morning he'd alternated between fucking mother and daughter until they could take no more. After wearing them out, both Centaur females having passed out completely into the obscene amount of semen on the floor - which Harry cleaned before he left - he'd joined Medusa in bed and showed her why he was her Master and that he could fully handle having as many Mates and Slaves as he had until he'd finally collapsed two hours later, feeling sated for what felt like the first time in days. During their time together he'd told Medusa that he wanted the forest entrance sorted out so the Unicorns could live there. Medusa agreed, although she couldn't voice it very well nor nod her head because she was showing him the neat ability to unhinge her jaw in human form at the time…
30th of October 1994
It was Sunday morning. Harry, Hermione and Neville had come to the Great Hall for an early breakfast only to find it had been decorated overnight. Enormous silk banners hung from the walls, each of them representing a Hogwarts House: red with a gold lion for Gryffindor, blue with a bronze eagle for Ravenclaw, yellow with a black badger for Hufflepuff, and green with a silver serpent for Slytherin. Behind the teachers' table the largest banner of all bore the Hogwarts coat of arms: lion, eagle, badger, and snake united around a large letter H.
"They seem to be going all out for the other schools." Neville commented as he sat down on the other side of the table to Harry and Hermione knowing that when Luna arrived she would undoubtedly sit on Harry's other side.
"Yeah, they have." Harry agreed, smiling at his new friend. Over the last month Neville had become a whole new person. Although he was still a bit shy at times, he'd gained some much needed confidence in himself, that showed though in his schoolwork, leading him to getting consistently better grades than he had before, "I've done some reading about past Triwizard Tournaments and all the books said that each school would try and outdo each other."
"It certainly makes sense, Gran almost laughs when anybody calls this Tournament a chance to develop bonds of friendship between the schools, since historically they've always tried so hard to beat the others." Neville nodded. "So why were you up so late last night, I got up to use the loo and saw the light behind your curtains was still on."
"Oh, I was talking with a friend." Harry said simply whilst Hermione tried to fight a blush that was appearing on her checks. She was the reason the light had been on, Harry's libido hadn't calmed in the slightest. In fact it had been steadily getting more intense, and they'd spent almost every night together rutting like animals. She tried to get her Alpha to see the school healer about it, but he was too embarrassed about it, and said he wasn't going to go. It wasn't like he didn't have any way to deal with it, but Hermione wasn't sure how long that would last. How long before it got too much for her, Luna, Medusa and whoever else he might fuck? When it wasn't her it was Luna sneaking in using his cloak, or Harry sneaking out to get to the Chamber so that all three of them could spend time together, Medusa included, fucking and talking. She was really grateful for the other girls in Harry's life because without them she wouldn't have been able to cope and he would be a frustrated mess. A couple of consecutive days at the beginning of the week taking care of Harry's sex drive by herself had proven that she just couldn't keep up. On the morning of the third day she'd woken up sore and stiff, her pussy lips red, raw and puffy. She hadn't been able to wear underwear due to the discomfort and had promptly arranged for Luna to join Harry in bed that night, and the two following nights after that just to make sure she healed completely.
Hermione was pulled from her musing as Neville inquired, "Who?" After a few more bites of his breakfast.
"The guy who helped me train during the summer, Patrick Footman." Harry told a partial truth, as it wasn't all he'd done. "I haven't talked to him since the beginning of term because I've been busy." Which was true, with his training, fucking all his girls and preparing for the friendly Quidditch game he hadn't had any spare time. Last night he'd decided it was time to talk to him, as he knew things were bound to get hectic once the other schools turned up and when thing got hectic they usually turn out bad for him.
He and Patrick had talked for about two hours; Patrick was happy to hear that Harry had all but his dragon forms mastered, he thought it would have taken Harry at least another year or two to do that. He was also glad to hear that Harry was getting some training from Minerva. She was one of the best teachers out there and Patrick told him that he and Harry's father had wanted her to train them when they were students but she had always refused. When Patrick asked why Harry seemed like he'd been working out he hadn't expected for Harry to turn the mirror downwards and show Hermione under his covers, head in his lap, snoozing quietly with a drop of his cum on the corner of her mouth. He'd loved the gobsmacked look on Patrick's face as he went on to explain his exploits with the other girls in his life, giving only the barest of details which seemed enough to turn Patrick almost literally green with envy. By the end of his explanation Patrick looked like he was going to faint, and once he'd regained his colour and wasn't in danger of passing out Harry explained how it had all happened. When he had finished Patrick had all but demanded Harry show him the memory of him telling McGonagall what to do, which he'd refused point blank. Talking about what had happened in his life was one thing, but showing his women to another man wasn't ever going to happen, even to his Godfather.
After talking about the good things in his life he'd moved on to his worries; the gut feeling he had that the tournament would bring him nothing but trouble. After all, anything else that happened at Hogwarts that wasn't normal usually brought him trouble. Listening and nodding along with his worries Patrick warned Harry about Durmstrang's HeadmasterIgor Karkaroff being a former Death Eater like Snape. So if Harry's feelings about this were right, he should be careful around the two of them, although with Mad-Eye Moody there it should be okay but he stressed to keep an eye out just in case. After that they talked some more before he closed the mirror and woke Hermione up in the best way he could think of and several hours later they both collapsed, falling asleep quickly.
"How's that possible?" Neville asked.
"Patrick and a friend of his made some hand mirrors so that they could talk to each other." Harry explained, "Patrick gave me his friend's old mirror, since he's passed on."
"That's amazing, Harry," Neville said as he realized the possibilities of such an item, "You should tell your friend he could make a lot of money selling those hand mirrors."
"Thanks, Nev, I think I'll do that." Harry said thoughtfully.
Just then they heard Fred and George conversing in low whispers as they entered the Great Hall, "It's a bummer all right," George said gloomily to Fred. "But if he won't talk to us in person, we'll have to send him the letter after all. Or we'll stuff it into his hand. He can't avoid us forever."
"Who's avoiding you?" Ron asked, entering the Great Hall a few seconds behind the twins.
"Wish you would." Fred grimaced, looking irritated at the interruption.
Ron ignored him, as he'd grown used to ignoring anything people said to him if it was an insult, "What's a bummer?" He asked George.
"Having a nosy git like you for a brother," said George before both twins hurried on over to Harry and his group.
Ron shrugged, already forgetting the conversation because it didn't involve anything he liked and sat down just a few seats away from Harry's group, as he'd been doing for weeks now.
"Hey guys, you two got any ideas on the Triwizard Tournament yet?" Harry asked as the two as they sat near him, next to Neville. "Thought any more about trying to enter?"
"We asked McGonagall how the champions are chosen but she wasn't telling…" George said bitterly.
Fred picked up where his twin left off. "…She just told us to shut up and get on with transfiguring our raccoons."
"Wonder what the tasks are going to be?" said Ron thoughtfully from down the table, "You know, I bet I could do them. I've done dangerous stuff before…"
"Not in front of a panel of judges, you haven't, and it was mainly Harry who did all the work." Fred said, quickly taking the wind out of Ron's sails before he could puff his chest up any further, causing the younger Weasley to huff and turn his attention back to his food. "McGonagall says the champions get awarded points according to how well they've done the tasks." George explained.
"Who are the judges?" Harry asked.
"Well, the Heads of the participating schools are always on the panel." Hermione said without a moment's hesitation, causing everyone apart from Harry to look at her, surprised she knew. "But the more recent tournaments features a fourth or sometimes even fifth judge. Because all three of them were injured during the Tournament of 1792, when a cockatrice the champions were supposed to be catching went on the rampage. The extra judges are usually someone from inside the Ministry."
"It's all inHogwarts, A History,isn't it, Hermione."Luna said from her seat next to Harry, causing almost everyone to jump in surprise at her sudden appearance.
"Good morning, Luna," Hermione said with a smile to the third year girl, "And yes it was. How are you today?"
"Oh I'm splendid, thank you for asking, how are you and Harry doing today. I know you two have been studying very hard lately." Luna asked.
"I'm not too bad, and I'm adjusting to the new workload well." Hermione said with a straight face, amazed the blonde could slip innuendo into a conversation so stealthily, "I'm curious as to who might enter this foolish tournament."
"I'm doing great; studying all the time has its perks." Harry replied. There was a sudden whooshing noise from overhead before he could say any more, announcing the arrival of the post owls. Harry looked up and saw Hedwig soaring toward him. She happily fluttered down onto Harry's shoulder and folded her wings to make herself more stable before nipping her Master's ears. Ever since Harry had mastered his owl form Hedwig had been spending breakfast with them as often as she could, which was normally every other day.
"How's my lovely girl doing today?" Harry asked as he stroked her feathers. She hooted happily as Harry raised a goblet of orange juice up to her, which she briefly dipped into, before snatching the generous amount of bacon her Master offered her from his hand.
"So Harry, what have you got planned for today?" George inquired, having long since gotten used to Harry and Hedwig's behaviour. Frankly that bird was scary if anything tried to get in the way of her bacon; which him questioning their actions would no doubt be seen as.
"Spending the day with Hermione and Luna training. Unless, of course, you two have something else planned?" He asked, looking at the girls in question. They shook their heads, telling him they were free. Harry continued seamlessly, "After that… I'm not sure. Resting, most likely, how about you guys; what are you doing?"
"I'm going to the Greenhouses," Neville answered first. With a blush, he added, "I'm helping Hannah Abbott with some Herbology work."
"So, you and Hannah, then," Harry teased with a smile, which Neville nodded slyly, "Good on you, mate, she's pretty cute. Word of warning, though; be careful with her around her house mates." Harry cautioned his friend, "from past experience I can tell you she's pretty easily swayed by other people's opinions. So if someone said something bad about you to her, specially a fellow Puff, she'll probably be inclined to believe them unless you're pretty close and honest with her about things."
Neville nodded at his friend's words, he could remember their second year where she thought Harry was nice and kind but when her friends had told her that he was dark and evil, all because they thought that Harry was behind the attacks since he could talk to snakes, she had quickly agreed with them without talking to Harry or even trying to investigate further. "I'll be careful Harry."
Harry smiled at his friend before turning to the twins, "So, what are you jokers going to do for the rest of the day?"
"Not much…" Fred shrugged.
"… Just talking to Lee about a few things…" George continued.
"… And then we might prank a few Slytherins." Fred finished, causing both of them to look thoughtful as they thought up prank ideas.
"Just try and make sure my new friends from Slytherin don't get hit." Harry said. A smirk blossoming on his face he added, "I don't think you two want to know what will happen if I get word part of my team has been pranked."
"Oh look at this…" George said with smirk.
"… Little Harrykins is threatening us…" Fred said with an identical smirk.
"Kids these days grow up so fast!" George wiped an imaginary tear from his eye.
"McQuillen." Harry said simply, raising an eyebrow at them. "I'm sure your 'accident' won't be nearly as severe, but you both know I'll do anything for my friends, new or old."
The twin's smiles grew visibly strained and their stance spoke of nervousness as they remembered hearing about what had happened to the Ravenclaw and his friends. They knew that Harry wouldn't go that far with them, but they also knew that Harry wouldn't let his friends get hurt without properly repaying the people that hurt them. "We understand, Harry." The twins said together.
"Good. Anyway, I'd like to get some training in before the other schools arrive, so we'll see you later." Giving their goodbyes Harry and his girls left the Great Hall. As they passed Ron they heard him muttering how they were becoming Dark for befriending Slytherins and threatening his brothers. None of the trio leaving worried about it, the twins had made it more than clear to their younger brother that if they found him spreading rumours about Harry again, making threats against Harry or his friends, or going even further and trying to hurt them, the twins would prank him with their 'off limits prank' ideas; the ones that caused physical and lasting harm to the victim.
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As Harry and his girls were heading down to the Chamber of Secrets they met up with the Crimson Vixens. Since Harry had fucked them almost a month ago he hadn't seen much of them. They were in the upper years and they had their own schedules, so it wasn't really anybody's fault they never crossed paths.
Angelina started things off, as she normally did for the three. "Harry, may we have a word with you privately?"
"I don't keep secrets with Hermione and Luna, so anything you tell me would get back to them eventually." He replied.
"Oh, okay. That makes thing a little easier." Angelina said. "We still need somewhere private, though, I don't think you'll want us to be overheard."
They were already heading down to the Chamber, but Harry wasn't sure he could trust the Vixens or not with that kind of information yet. Still, he was going to have to take them down there for one reason or another, sooner or later, so, making a decision, he figured he might as well take them with him now. "Alright, come with us. We were already going somewhere private so this works out." Harry replied. Seeing the concerned on Hermione and Luna's faces he turned to them and said, "I know what I'm doing, girls, I was planning to bring them down there sooner or later. So Vixens, if you'll follow me…" Harry started walking again, the Vixens following behind obediently.
As they reached their destination Katie couldn't help but ask, "Why are we in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom?"
Instead of answering her Harry walked over to a specific wall and hissed §'Open'§ which, to the shocked surprise of the Vixens, caused the wall to open.
"Wow." Angelina breathed, "I'll never get used to you speaking Parseltongue."
Katie suddenly perked up beside her, "Is… is this the Chamber of Secrets?" She asked loudly, not being able to contain her shock. The other two looked at their friend before their eyes widened as well and their heads snapped over to look at Harry.
Harry chuckled, amused by their reaction. "Yes. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised by how fast you figured it out. I doubt Gryffindor would have his secret room, if he has one, opened by Parseltongue." He turned to them, completely serious, his tone dark. "I warn you three now, you're going to learn a few things that I don't want people to know. Should someone find them out I'll know who to punish for it. You'll wish you pissed off Voldemort," The Vixens flinched at the name, "Instead of me. Voldemort would throw a Crucio or two at you before painlessly killing you and think he was superior because he can toss around killing curses, I would get more creative. Off the top of my head I can say not using the spell I cast on all three of you a month ago before taking you would be part of your punishment." The three older girls shuddered at the thought, they already knew what he was like during sex when he was toying with them, without that spell, and if he was truly trying to hurt them… they shuddered again, not wanting to think about it. They all silently promised themselves to remain silent about anything they saw or learned.
Once they began walking down the tunnel Harry saw the looks on the Vixens' faces. They reminded him of Hermione when she first came down here; excited that they were going to see the legendary Chamber of Secrets. Many people would love to see the place and they didn't think it would be out of line to say that many people might just kill to see it. It didn't take long before Harry and the girls got to the main entrance of the Chamber of Secrets.
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As they entered the Chamber of Secrets the Vixens were in awe at what they saw. They had never suspected anything like this was underneath the school. At the end of the chamber there was some kind of building, it had two sets of stairs that started on the left and right side of a tunnel and went about one story up before meeting in the middle where at the top there was a massive arch into another room. The entrance chamber was decorated with a good deal of trinkets Harry had found stuffed into the rooms; extra furniture, small tables on which he set vases and various artefacts that held no interest to him. Overall it complemented the general feel of the chamber nicely.
As the girls followed Harry up the stairs and into what looked like a throne room, the Vixens gasped in shock and reached for their wands as a Lamia slithered over almost too fast for them to track and pulled Harry into a passionate kiss, complete with almost bone crushing hug. Hermione had an amused smile on her face, looking at Medusa's antics. Evenafter all these years alone she still acted like a child in many respects, including the enthusiastic greeting to her Master whenever he appeared.
Looking behind Medusa, Hermione was somewhat surprised to see two Centaur, one sitting on the left side of the throne and one on the right side on an assortment of hide rugs. She had expected at some point to see Sara, Harry's Centaur friend, but judging by the bandages and similar appearance she guessed the other Centaur to be related. She was broken out of her thoughts as after a few moments Medusa pulled back from Harry and with a, "Welcome back, Master," slithered over to her and kissed her with near equal passion. Breaking the kiss as it was becoming heated, Medusa pulled away and asked, "Mistress, are these more of Master's women?"
Walking towards the throne and the two Centaurs Harry answered so Hermione wouldn't have to, "Yes, Medusa, meet Angelina, Alicia and Katie," He said pointing at each before continuing, "Vixens, the affectionate Lamia is Medusa, and the Centaur from left to right are Sara and her mother Remedy."
As Hermione was introducing and explaining Medusa to the Chasers Harry made his way to Sara and Remedy and pecked them both on the lips, "How are you today, I'm sorry I couldn't spend more time here yesterday, I had a busy day." He felt a bit guilty about that, all he'd really been able to do was check their bandages in the morning after he woken up.
"It's fine, my Chieftain," Remedy assured, "We knew you weren't going to be able to spend all your time with us, and frankly we spent most of yesterday sleeping," With a blush she added, "We were both sore and tired."
"I'm glad you're not upset. Now why don't I change those bandages again?" Harry said as he began to unwrap the bandages from around Sara's breast. The conversation between the other girls came to halt as they looked at the burns. Fully unbandaged the majority of the blisters had gone but he could see that it was going to leave a scar. He pulled off his robe and threw it over the back of the throne, not wanting to get any of the paste on the sleeves, "Does it still hurt?" he asked as he gently reapplied the paste.
"No, it's more itchy than anything now." Sara replied.
Looking over Hermione frowned, that wasn't right, she knew burn healing paste was meant to be orange, "Harry, what are you putting on Sara's breast?"
Finishing applying the paste he started to bandage her again before answering, "Sara and Remedy were burnt, Medusa got me this and it seems to be working well enough. Otherwise I would have gone and got Madam Pomfrey."
Her frown remaining she looked at Medusa pointedly for an answer, "Its a burning healing paste, Mistress."
Shaking her head Hermione replied, "No, burning healing paste is a bright orange, that isn't the right colour." Harry looked up at Hermione as he finished bandaging Sara, "It's fine Hermione, maybe it's an older version, it works well enough, and it's just going to leave a scar."
Harry could see Hermione's face go from curious to outraged before she started to speck her voice rising, "Just a scar, just a scar, Harry…" Only be to cut off as Harry snapped out "Hermione." in a voice that demanded obedience.
Stopping mid sentence it took all of Hermione's willpower not submit and roll onto her back at Harry's voice. Allowing the silence to fill the room he walked over to Remedy and started to remove her bandages. As he replaced the paste and then bandaged her breast again he spoke. "I challenged Sara's Mule of a father to a duel for her, trying to ensure she wouldn't be married off to a guy she didn't know. To try and get me to back out of it the only condition he would accept the fight under was if she was banished if he lost. I won, and after I stupidly left thinking he'd honour his word not to harm her, he took her back to the Centaur village in chains and placing what he called a Banishment Brand on her. Well, halfwayback to Hogwarts I came to my senses and started doubting my decision to leave her. I got both of them back here safely, but not before Sara was branded, Remedy asked me to brand her so she would be officially Banished after seeing what Bane did to her daughter."
There was silence in the chamber as they absorbed what he said. Meanwhile Harry finished up and walked towards the bathroom calling over his shoulder, "I'll be a minute, I need to wash this stuff off my hands." Walking back into the throne room a few minutes later he wasn't surprised to see all the girls gathered round the Centaurs. They looked to be chatting together fine, so he Conjured up some furniture for them and sat on the throne.
"So Alicia, Katie, what did you want to talk about?" Harry said once the conversation had died down, the Hogwarts girls now aware of Sara's situation. Angelina was about to reply when he shook his head, he'd seen the angry look earlier that had crossed her face at being called his women. "Not you, Angelina, your mouth'sgoing to be busy." Harry interjected, looking her in the eyes and pulling his dick out through his boxers."I own you three," Seeing the shocked faces of the Vixens he elaborated, "What do you think would happen if people found out what you tried to do a month ago? Did you think I wouldn't look up the law after what you three tried to do to me," The truth was that Patrick told him about the law, knowing he would want something to control them should they try it again, "I wanted to make sure I had leverage and could control you so that you wouldn't try it again if something similar cropped up again." That was all Harry needed to say. He saw a flash of elation briefly cross Angelina's face at the words leverage and control, as if she enjoyed knowing she had no choice before it disappeared as she walked across to him. Kneeing in front of him she enveloped his cock in her mouth and started to bob her head up and down.
The two vixens paused, looking at their friend before Alicia spoke, "Well we've been looking into what you would need to set up somewhere independent from the rest of the Wizarding World. The most obvious thing I'm afraid is money, money to buy somewhere to live, to buy books, to buy materials, to bribe officials to look the other way when required etc…" She paused collecting her thoughts, "Well, old Pureblood families make money off the land they own and by taxing the people living upon it. For example all of the shops in Diagon Alley are rented from a number of old Pureblood families. A lot of the newer Pureblood families didn't have land to live off and so after the last war when lots of people died there was a lack of merchants, most of them moved into buying and selling anything to make money."
"So you're saying the best way to make money is to buy and sell stuff, that sounds a bit… obvious?" Harry said dubiously.
Alicia spoke again, seemingly the spokes-girl for the group now that Angelina was preoccupied. "Yeah, we know, but it's not as easy as that. For one the market is full of multiple tradersselling the same stuff, in Britain we've found fourteen different potion sellers, five wand makers, fifty or so robe makers and the list goes on and on. The thing is, though, that they are all run by small families as none of the larger, wealthier old Pureblood families sell anything because, as far as we can tell, it's 'beneath' them. The other issue is that getting a licence to sell anything magical is horrendously difficult, you could spend months jumping through hoops at the Ministry only for someone to quietly bribe any number of the bureaucrats you need to get your licence and then it's rejected and you can't sell what you wanted to, and have to start the process again.
Harry nodded and then sighed, closing his eyes, as Angelina sucked especially hard before opening them and gesturing for Alicia to continue, "There weren't many books on old Pureblood Families in the library, and we didn't want to ask too many questions to make people look into what we're doing. So we've made the assumption that the House of Potter is an old Pureblood family and has some money. We don't know if you're stinking rich or not, but even if you are you need a lot of money for what you're going to be doing. We worked out you'll need a modest amount of start-up capital and with that in mind we think you should put your backing behind an existing merchant house."
Here they allowed Harry to take in what had been said so far, as he did he stroked his hand through Angelina's hair, before he nodded for Alicia to continue, "We've had a look around and we think that Greengrass Imports would be the best choose." Harry frowned, he didn't know if he could trust their judgement. Katie picked up and continued because Alicia had paused, seeing his look, "We've written this all down so you can look though it later but while Greengrass Imports isn't the best merchant out there, we think they are reasonably-sized and simply need more seed money. We don't know everything they trade in but from what we can tell it's mostly Muggle goods, food, cloth, etc… anything that you wouldn't want to conjure. They're also known for finding hard to find magical items, be it tomes, rare potion ingredients, or even people if the job is right, which must mean they have an extensive contact network. Lastly, they're on record at the Ministry for having licences to sell several different type of potions. In recent years they have had to sell off the potion stores however and focus more on their network of contacts and the Muggle side of their trading because there were several instances where Ministry officials shut down the shops for stupid little reasons. We think their competitors bribed the inspectors and the Greengrassesdidn't have enough money to make them look the other way. The main reason we think they would be a good choice is that the current head of the Greengrass house is ambitious and wants his family to rise in noble standing. If you were to offer to take Daphne as a wife for a percentage of their business, on the understanding that you would then invest after you were married, we think he'd agree. It would look suspicious if you didn't want something for giving them money for nothing, this way it'll make it seem that you're after Daphne and the business part of the arrangement is just to look like you know what you're doing."
Harry sat in silence thinking, the only sounds were of the girls breathing and Angelina slurping on his cock, until finally he spoke, "I wouldn't mind having Daphne as a wife. I don't know the girl all that well at the moment, but your idea has merit. I needed to talk to some other people about it first," He said his eyes briefly darting to Hermione, "And I need to read about marriage contracts in general and the social customs around asking to basically buy a wife." There was a muffled "Mmmm, Mmmm." from his crotch as Angelina tried to speak. Looking down he asked, "You have something to add?" Seeing her nod he continued, "Okay then, let me finish." Grabbing her head he began to fuck her mouth onto his cock, thirty seconds of furious face pounding later he threw his head back and groaned out his release. The other girls watched as Angelina swallowed around the bulge in her throat before Harry released her head, spraying his last blast over her left check. He sat back in the chair huffing as Angelina brought her hand to her face and started to brush his seed into her waiting tongue. Licking her lips she sighed, "Delicious."
Harry snorted, "Somehow, that's not what I thought you wanted to say…"
Angelina chuckled as she brought her head back into his lap and started to lick clean his softened dick, "No… Doesn't make it any less true however. I… was going to… say that… if you're going… to ask for… Daphne's hand… in marriage, there all nice and clean, then you'll need etiquette lessons. A contract is all fine and good, but you need to know how to approach Apollo Greengrass - Daphne's father - in the first place."
Looking down at her head resting in his lap he asked, "And where would I get etiquette lessons from?"
Angelina smirked and said, "Well normally a parent would teach you, but failing that you can hire someone. I would suggest you go to the Greengrasses and will probably assign her to teach you thinking he's being really clever in getting his daughter close to the Potter Heir. If he does, argue for a discount and demand she teaches you during the school year to save time. He shouldn't have too much trouble with that either as she's not a qualified teacher, even if she should know what she's doing, and so accepting full price would be seen as foolish."
Harry nodded, "Yes, I can see that being a good idea. It will let me spend more time with her."
Angelina snorted from his lap, "Yeah, whilst you're fuck - I mean, leaning etiquette and customs from Daphne, we'll look into getting you some law books on marriage contracts. You'll want to go to a lawyer in the end, however,as they'll make sure any contract is airtight but it would be a good idea to have a working knowledge of what's acceptable to ask within it."
Alicia started speaking again as Angelina finished, "So if me make the assumption that you've got or manage to get enough money together, we figure the next thing you'll need is a place to live. We're not quite sure where yet, magical governments don't cover everywhere, and there are thousands of magical communities scattered around the world. The problem will be finding a place that is desirable and not currently claimed by anyone. Regardless, when we find a place, which we think the Greengrasses could help you with, you'll need to make it self-sufficient and you'll need to defend it. Magical Britain is a pretty safe place when there isn't a dark lord about, but you'll basically be setting up an independent fiefdom outside of its control, and more importantly, outside of its protection. If you read the international press it's not that uncommon for articles to appear about a small magical community being raided or worse taken over by unscrupulous people."
Harry held up a hand for her to stop, he sat and thought for a minute before speaking again, "Right, I'll need a book or map which shows all the area under any government's control. I'm assuming there would also be a map that shows the most… well-known magical communities?"
"A map of magical governments isn't going to be a problem, as for well-known magical communities… maybe a travel guide?" Katie said in an unsure voice, looking at the other two Vixens, "I'm not sure, we'll look into it."
Nodding in acceptance Harry continued, "It would be nice if you could get a brief description about what each area is like, that way if any of us ever have to visit them we can at least know generally what we're getting into." Harry paused noticing that Angelina had gone back to suckling his cock unprompted, he started to stroke her hair before continuing, "As for protecting our prospective home, I think from the beginning I'm going to try and hide it. I don't want the average witch or wizard anywhere knowing where I'm going to live. That is going to be our first line of defence, anonymity, after that I'll make sure that everyone who comes with me knows how to defend themselves and for that I'll need books and teachers, because Hogwarts isn't going to teach us enough." Harry paused, thinking again before standing up and gently dislodging Angelina's mouth from around his semi-hard cock, "Right, you've given me a lot to think about. Hermione, Luna, why don't you get to know Sara and Remedy better." Harry said before pulling Angelina to her feet next to him and then placing a hand between her legs, he lifted her over his shoulder, causing her to squeak in surprise. He could feel her squirming against his hand and the heat radiating from her pussy as he walked towards his bedroom. Speaking to the other two girls over his shoulder he said, "Vixens, I don't think you've seen the master bedroom yet, why don't you let me show you."
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When they returned to the Entrance Hall that afternoon, they learnt that there was a change of plan, the weather had gotten bad and it was decided that they would wait for the other schools to arrive in the Great Hall. Harry was quite glad for it as he had no desire to stand outside in the cold. So here they were, sitting in the Great Hall. Harry and his girls had arrived a little early to ensure that Harry got the spot he wanted. His back was to the wall ensuring that he could see the arriving schools, Hermione and Angelina were sitting either side of him with the other two Chasers opposite them. Luna had sat with them briefly until she was informed by Professor Flitwick that she was required to sit with her house, assuring her it was only for the first meal together, and left. He caught Su's eye as she'd entered and pointedly looked at Luna. She'd given him a brief nod and then, after seeing his grateful smile, satdown next to Luna and started talking.
Arriving early in the Great Hall hadn't allowed the Vixens much time to recover from the afternoon. There had only been enough time for a couple of cleaning charms before they had dressed and left. Sitting across from him Alicia and Katie still had a rosy flush on their checks and he could see Angelina rubbing her thighs together. Cleaning charms only cleaned the outside of a person, no doubt her knickers were getting sticky as his cum spilled out of her.
Absent-mindedly listening to the conversations going on around him, everyone, even now, was speculating on how the two different schools were going to arrive. His thoughts, however, driftedback to this afternoon. He'd been with the three girls for the rest of the morning before allowing them to rest. He'd stopped and eaten before training with Hermione and Luna for a couple of hours until he was feeling horny again. With that he'd stopped and woken the vixens one by one, he couldn't believe that even after spending a morning and afternoon with three girls he was still feeling randy, there was definitely something wrong with him as even now he was thinking about tonight and Hermione and how he was going to wear her out again. So he decided he would take Hermione's advice, and he'd go and see Madam Pomfrey tomorrow morning and hopefully she'd be able to explain why he felt the way he did, as much as he would like to he couldn't spend all his life fucking. Hell, he was supposed to go and speak with the unicorns this afternoon, buthe'd been busy sating his lust, maybe he could do it tomorrow after seeing Poppy or maybe later tonight?
Looking up and around he could see that the Great Hall was full, it must be nearing six and with that thought he noticed Filch walk thought the hall and speak to Dumbledore. As he finished he headed out of the hall again as Dumbledore rose, walking round the staff table, and stood in front of a podium that was in the middle in front of it.
The hall quietened and he started to speak, "The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving shortly and if you remember, they will be remaining with us for the rest of the year. I would like to remind you to extend every courtesy to them whilst they are here…" Harry tuned Dumbledore out as he started to reiterate what he hoped the Triwizard Tournament would accomplish. Instead, he slipped a hand into Hermione's robes pocket. Briefly morphing a finger into a dragon's claw he cut though the stitches. He pushed his hand down and felt up her thighs; running his hand up the inside of her leg. She looked at him sharply before bowing her head in submission and spreading them slightly in invitation. Her legs now open, he let his hand travel up to her panty clad crotch and started to run a finger up and down her pussy lips. Harry snapped back to reality as Dumbledore welcomed the Beauxbatons students and the Great Hall door burst open.
He watched as a group of girls entered and made their way down the centre of the Great Hall and he wondered if Beauxbatons was an all girls school since he didn't see any men. At the noise of their arrival and chatter that went on around him, he pushed the damp crotch of Hermione's knickers aside with his finger and then thrust it into her. He snorted as she let out a quite sigh of pleasure in time with the girls making their way up the hall. The butterflies were a nice touch but he had to wonder if they were playing to the pretty French girl stereotype on purpose, it would be a nice way to get the competition to underestimate you, after all.
He watched as the headmistress followed along behind them and he could see in the doorway other Beauxbatons students waiting for the end of their entrance, more girls, leading credence to his theory of the school being girls only. As the headmistress greeted Dumbledore the students sat down at the Ravenclaw table, the other waiting students filing in behind them. Turning again to the doors he could see the Durmstrang students. Feeling Hermione start to tense he slowed down the trusting of his finger, he wanted Hermione turned on enough that after dinner she would jump him, not for her cum in the middle of the Great Hall. He saw Katie shoot Hermione a worried look at the red blush forming on her cheeksbut with a mouthed "Fine." she turned away again.
Watching the Durmstrang students come in he had to wonder if they had brought acrobats rather that wizards. He didn't know if their display was meant to be intimidating or not and he frowned at the scorch marks their staves left on the floor. Bringing up the rear was their headmaster and all the other students they brought. He counted them, as he had the Beauxbatons delegation, and again there were twenty four, it must have been an agreed upon number. He watched as they sat at the Slytherin table and listened to Ron moan up the table about Malfoy smarming up to Krum.
He vaguely listened as Dumbledore welcomed the two schools before pulling his hand out of Hermione's robes as food appeared on the table. She'd nearly come three times and he sucked his finger clean of all her juices. Katie seemed to get it; a look of understanding flittering onto her face as Hermione's breathing returned to normal, the flush on her face disappearing as she started to eat with at first shaky hands.
Finished with dinner he slipped his hand back into Hermione's pocket and continued where he'd left off. He listened vaguely as Dumbledore explained what the tournament would entail, not really caring one way or another as he had no intention of entering it. Not that he could have even if he wanted to. He'd read some of the rules that Patrick sent him, well until he'd come across the one that said you need to be of age or as Dumbledore had described it, seventeen or over, so he just watched as the Goblet of Fire was unveiled and he had to admit it looked pretty impressive. As everyone made their way out of the Great Hall he slipped his hand from Hermione's pocket again. Rising out of his seat he smirked as he noticed the large damp patch on the back of her robe. He could see Katie's blush across the table, but he merely pulled out his wand and cast a drying charm. As everyone walked towards the common room he lagged behind, pulling Hermione with him, which was made even easier because she knew what he was doing and was even more eager than he was by that point. Once alone they slipped into a side passage and then down and out of the castle. Turning into a cat he wrapped his tail around Hermione's neck, he was looking forward to getting to the forest, as much as he'd teased Hermione during dinner he knew that she would wind him up before he mounted her in repayment.
Minerva watched from a first floor window as Harry and Hermione made their way outside. She'd been following her house back to their dorms to ensure that the Weasleytwins, who had been quite vocal about not being able to compete, didn't slip back and add their namesbefore the age line had been drawn. She let out a startled gasp as they both transformed mid step into cats, in the back of her mind she had still somewhere hoped that Harry wasn't the black Kneazle but seeing it with her own eyes finally put that to rest. She frowned, realising that she wasn't the only human Harry was sleeping with as she recognised Hermione as the Kneazle that he had been regularly fucking in the week she'd spent with him. She watched as Harry looped his tail around her neck and how she instantly started to lick his balls, only to frown in worry as Harry turned and headed towards the Forbidden Forest. She dismissed it. This didn't look like the first time they had gone off together, and so she turned and headed back up after the other students. She would get everything with the Goblet of Fire over with tomorrow and then speak to Harry tomorrow night and then Hermione during the week sometime. Harry needed to know he was going to be a father and she needed to ensure Hermione wouldn't become a mother any time soon.
TO BE CONTINUED!
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