Chapter 9

Saturday, 5 October 1996

The Ministry of Magic, London, England

"This Autumn 1996 meeting of the Wizengamot is hereby brought to order," Lord Abbott announced, banging his gavel. "The first order of business is to seat new members. Wizengamot Administrative Services has published a list of new proxies. Two of these proxies, Lord Flint, and Mr. Remus Lupin, had applied for the proxy after the last session, and were found to be the nearest law-abiding relative to the seat in question." Harry was glad to see that Remus had taken his advice, though convincing him he should was mostly Sirius' doing.

"The remainder of the seats," Abbott continued, "were apportioned by lot, by the head of Wizengamot Administrative Services. I'll announce the new seatholders now. The Avery seat shall be held by Lord Burke. The Carrow seat shall be held by Lord Flint. The Gaunt seat shall be held, through proxy to the Malfoy seat by Mr. Lupin. The Malfoy seat shall be held by Mr. Lupin. The Nott seat shall be held by Lord Ogden. The Rosier seat shall be held by Lord Shafiq. The Rowle seat shall be held by Lord Bulstrode. The Selwyn seat shall be held by Mr. Weasley. The Slytherin seat shall be held, through proxy to the Malfoy seat by Mr. Lupin. The Yaxley seat shall be held by the Dowager Lady Longbottom."

Harry had been keeping track as the Chief Warlock spoke, and had a running tally on a scrap of parchment. The share of the light votes had risen to 68, while the dark votes had sunk to 31, and the grey votes rose to 54. It was almost a complete reversal of where things had been before he and Sirius had joined the previous Autumn. Harry watched patiently as Remus took the oath and was seated next to Sirius, who had saved a spot in anticipation. Harry was now sat between Amelia and Augusta.

"We shall now start with old business. Madam Bones, would you care to present your report?" Lord Abbott asked. Madam Bones rose and cleared her throat.

"It took the Death Eaters some time to recover from their attack on the Hogwarts Express in June," she informed them. "Until mid-August, reports of Death Eater activity was very low. Recently, we've seen that change. In the last six weeks, Death Eaters have struck at ten private homes. Six of these were in muggle neighbourhoods. Fortunately, the Anderson, Creevey, Overton, Reeves, Standish, and Wallace families were not at home when the Death Eaters attacked." She didn't mention that this was because all six of those families were safely housed in Middleshire.

"These were all muggle families with muggleborn children," she explained. "The attacks followed a pattern. First, from spell residue, we know that there were usually four attackers, and they attacked from four different sides. Blasting curses on the front and rear doors was the most common form of ingress. When the families were found to be not home, the house was ransacked and the furnishings destroyed. Then, the house was set on fire and the Dark Mark shot overhead." She looked at her notes.

"Two of the homes were semi-detached, and the fires engulfed the neighbouring dwelling," Madam Bones reported sadly. "While most people escaped, an 83-year-old grandfather perished in the flames resulting from one of the attacks." She shuffled her notes again, bringing up a new page.

"The other four attacks were against magical properties," she said, looking around. People seemed to perk up when she mentioned that, which caused Harry to sigh internally. Muggleborns were just as valuable to magical society as anyone else. "These attacks were slightly different, in that the number of attackers was usually eight, and they included a warder who attempted to provide the attackers access to the properties. This was successful in two of the four attacks. In both of those attacks, the residents were able to escape through the floo before being directly attacked by Death Eaters. In the other two, the residents were alerted to the tampering and called the Aurors, who arrived before the Death Eaters could penetrate the wards. This resulted in the death or capture and execution of seven Death Eaters."

Amelia reshuffled her papers again. Harry had thought she was finished, but he was surprised when she brought up a new sheet of parchment.

"I do have one other item," she said, glancing around the room. "Earlier this summer, my office received an anonymous tip. It, combined with testimony from a victim, resulted in my office beginning an investigation. That investigation has now concluded, and I can issue formal charges. As they pertain to a Wizengamot member, I shall do so here." Everyone was suddenly very interested in what Amelia was saying.

"I hereby issue an arrest warrant for Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore on the following charges: One, failure to adhere to law and the established rules of the Wizengamot by allowing the imprisonment of a suspect without a trial. Two, accessory to the abuse of a minor child. Three, harbouring a fugitive from justice. Four, conspiracy to commit murder. Five, accessory to the possession of proscribed dark artifacts. Six, conspiracy to commit prison break."

For a full minute, one could have heard a pin drop. Everyone stared at either Amelia or Dumbledore. Dumbledore himself was staring at Amelia with wide, disbelieving eyes. Finally, Mrs. Weasley stood.

"What the heck is this garbage, then?!" she shouted at Amelia.

"It's quite simple," Amelia replied. "Mr. Dumbledore was the Chief Warlock when Lord Black was imprisoned in 1981. While the imprisonment without trial was primarily the fault of Minister Bagnold, whom we are also seeking to arrest, and Barty Crouch, who is now dead, Mr. Dumbledore, in his office of Chief Warlock knew the law, and should have demanded a trial. The second charge relates to the first, in that, as his godfather, Lord Potter should have been sent to Lord Black. Because of Lord Black's imprisonment, that didn't happen. Instead, Mr. Dumbledore, without consulting anyone, placed Lord Potter with his maternal aunt and her husband, both muggles, where he was routinely abused for nine years. We have no record of anyone checking on Lord Potter's situation during that time. The third charge, stems from when Lord Black escaped from Azkaban prison. From June 1994, Mr. Dumbledore knew the whereabouts of Lord Black, and actively shielded him from detection through the use of a fidelius charm. The fourth charge stems from records we have showing that Mr. Dumbledore is both anticipating and assisting in a plot to murder Lord Potter." That drew gasps from nearly the entire room. "The fifth relates to knowledge Mr. Dumbledore had about proscribed dark artifacts held by Voldemort…" Here there were cringes from most members. "…and various Death Eaters which he failed to pass along to the Ministry. Finally, we have records that show Mr. Dumbledore suggested to a Death Eater that Voldemort should break his imprisoned Death Eaters out of Azkaban last winter as a way to make public Voldemort's return."

"That's a load of tosh!" Mrs. Weasley retorted. "Sirius was innocent! How can you accuse Dumbledore of harbouring a fugitive, when the fugitive was innocent?"

"It's still against the law," Amelia pointed out. "If he knew he was innocent and where he was located, why didn't he schedule a trial and arrange to have Sirius brought to the Ministry? Why wait two years?" She shook her head. "It's immaterial. I'm informing the Wizengamot, because the accused is a Wizengamot member. My prosecutors will present the evidence sustaining these charges during the trial. The Ministry has concluded that Mr. Dumbledore isn't currently a danger to himself or others, therefore, in lieu of prison, Mr. Dumbledore, will you swear an unbreakable vow that you'll present yourself at your trial?" All eyes swung to the elderly gentleman.

"I shall," Dumbledore agreed sadly, and then he did so. Amelia sat, having concluded her business. For nearly a full minute, no one seemed to know what to do, and whispered conversations broke out across the benches and galleries. Finally, the Chief Warlock broke the uncertainty, and moved on. Other old business lasted for another half hour.

"And now we move on to new business," Lord Abbott announced. "The Minister has requested to go first."

"Thank you, Chief Warlock," Minister Ogden said properly. He rose and descended to the floor of the Wizengamot. "If I may request Lord Potter present himself before this body." Harry, expecting something like this, stood, and made his way down to where Minister Ogden stood. Laying his hand on Harry's shoulder, the Minister reported, "Back in June, Lord Potter, through his quick action, saved the student body of Hogwarts, and provided vital support which led to a major victory for Wizarding Britain. He quickly and successfully led the evacuation of the students aboard the Hogwarts Express when it was attacked by a force of Death Eaters and Dementors. Remaining behind until Ministry Aurors could arrive, Lord Potter defended the carriage he was in, defeating three Death Eaters personally. Shortly thereafter, Ministry Aurors arrived, and Lord Potter gave them valuable intelligence that led to a decisive victory for Ministry forces." He took two steps over to where Percy's desk was, and retrieved a small box. Opening it, he revealed a gold medal suspended from a green ribbon.

"Because of his act of outstanding bravery, on behalf of the Ministry of Magic, I hereby award Lord Harry Potter the Order of Merlin, First Class," Ogden announced. He then pinned the award to Harry's chest, while the benches and gallery applauded. Even the dark houses applauded, whether because they didn't wish to stand out or because they were glad that Harry's actions had saved all the students, including the dark ones, Harry didn't know. "Do you wish to say a few words?"

"I would like to thank the Ministry and Minister Ogden for this recognition," Harry said clearly, once the applause had died down. "I must, however, share these accolades with the Potter family house elves, who, when asked, quickly and safely evacuated the train, speedily made transportation available to the Aurors, and informed the Ministry that the attack was underway. My own part in this was small. I spoke a few sentences to three elves, defended an empty railway carriage, and told an Auror what was going on when they arrived. While I am thankful for this award, it is the Potter family house elves who deserve our recognition and gratitude. Thank you."

More applause broke out. It was especially loud from the light seats: Black, Bones, Lupin, and Longbottom perhaps loudest of all. Harry could certainly hear Sirius' wolf-whistles over the clapping. With a nod to Minister Ogden, Harry returned to his seat, shaking a few hands along the way.

The Wizengamot then resumed new business, and Harry promptly tuned most of it out. Having dealt with Death Eaters, cauldron bottom thickness and magical fungi prices didn't exactly spark his interest.

When the meeting ended, Harry, in the company of Sirius, Remus, and Amelia, left the chambers. In the corridor, they ran into Tonks, who, after kissing Remus, turned to Harry.

"Wotcher," she said, not having bothered to speak before greeting her boyfriend. "Harry, I made it to Reading this week and had a talk with Dudley."

"Oh?" Harry asked. To be honest, he hadn't thought about it much since the last time they'd talked about it.

"He's a bit shaken up about what happened to his parents," she explained. "When I presented him with the options going forward, he actually leapt at the chance to see you again." That surprised Harry. Then he thought back to the summer before fifth year, when they'd been attacked by Dementors. Dudley had been quite nice to him after that, and even defended him occasionally. Harry supposed he owed it to Dudley to take his change of heart at face value.

"Before we do anything legal, I'd like to talk to Dudley in person," Harry decided. "Can we have him come for Christmas and see how things go? Then we can chat about legal solutions to his placement."

"That's a good idea," Remus agreed. "You can each see what the other's like, and proceed from there." The other adults were nodding.

"And if you do decide to take him in, I'm still willing to adopt him," Sirius added. They were quiet for a moment.

"Why didn't you tell me about Dumbledore?" Harry asked Amelia.

"I didn't want anything leaking before I could announce it at the Wizengamot," Amelia replied. "I know he's still the headmaster, and he lives in Middleburgh, so you have quite a bit of contact with him."

"Do you know about his hand?" Harry asked.

"No," Amelia allowed. "What about his hand?"

"He's dying," Harry reported. "When he went after… that thing he asked to go after back in August, it was cursed. Now, he's got a withering curse on his hand, and it's killing him. Snape's making him a potion that slows its progress, but only by a bit. He's probably got a year or less left."

"I didn't see anything wrong with him today," Sirius countered.

"He uses a glamour charm to conceal it," Harry told them. "Does the Ministry do plea deals?"

"Depending on the circumstances," Amelia nodded. "Why? Do you want me to make one with him?"

"I'm not Dumbledore's biggest fan," Harry snorted. "He's plotted my death, played God, and a lot of other unsavoury stuff, but he won't be a problem much longer. If I were offering him a plea deal, in exchange for a guilty plea, I'd ask him to step down from Hogwarts over the next few months, giving sufficient time for his replacement to take charge; then I'd place him under house arrest in Middleborough, allowing him to receive the potion from Snape through intermediaries; I'd have him swear an unbreakable vow not to harm me or attempt to influence others to; finally, I'd fine him, leaving him just enough money to see him through the last few months of his life. You can divide the profits from the fines between the Ministry, Sirius, Snape, and myself."

"Why Snape?" Sirius asked, shocked.

"Because Snape's as much of a victim as we are," Harry countered. "Think about it: Yes, he's greasy and dour, but Snape came to Dumbledore on his knees and begged him to do something, but Dumbledore bungled it, and just a few months after becoming Dumbledore's man, the one thing Snape had asked in return was gone. Despite that, Snape still acted as his spy in a criminal organisation for another decade and a half. He had to teach potions at Hogwarts, which I'm pretty sure he hated. He's also kept Dumbledore's secrets, made whatever potions he's been asked, including wolfsbane potion for Remus, and God knows what else without being truly compensated. His work is dangerous and thankless. He deserves something for that."

"I'd never really thought about it like that," Remus acknowledged. "It's quite reasonable."

"I'll think it over, and run it by the Minister," Amelia promised. "No guarantees, but I think I can swing that. Whether Dumbledore'll accept or not is another story.

"The most we can do is try," Harry shrugged.

-oooo-

"Congratulations on your new award," Healer Droop said the next Saturday. They were back in the music room at Potter House.

"Thanks," Harry said, half a smile on his face.

"You'd rather you didn't have it?" she asked, reading him.

"I don't care one way or another," Harry said honestly. "I don't feel I earned it, but my actions did save my fellow students, so I suppose I can allow it." Healer Droop sat in her customary chair, while Harry threw his feet up on a couch.

"You should try to be more accepting of praise," Healer Droop said as she opened her notebook. "Though I read what you said about your house elves. It was nice of you to acknowledge their contributions."

"The way we treat house elves in magical Britain is an abomination," Harry told her. "When Dobby was owned by the Malfoys, he had to punish himself for even the slightest infraction. He told me he ironed his ears!"

"Do you think you can relate to house elves because of how you were treated by your relatives?" she wondered.

"In a lot of ways," Harry agreed. A few beats of silence, and Harry changed subjects slightly. "Dudley's coming for Christmas," he said, shifting. "You'll be able to meet him."

"I'd like that," Healer Droop told him. "It will give me additional insight."

"Apparently, he's changed," Harry reflected. "He was nice to me after I saved his life when the dementors attacked Privet Drive. I haven't seen him since that summer. I suppose he has changed."

"As you may recall from our previous conversations, major life events can alter our perspectives," she pointed out. "I would categorize a life-threatening encounter with a dementor to be one of those, especially for a muggle. I would encourage you to give your cousin a chance. He might surprise you." Harry nodded. He'd been thinking much the same thing recently.

-oooo-

"When are you gonna teach me some seeker moves?" Natalie asked as practice was winding down two weeks later.

"There really aren't many," Harry said. "I mean, besides the Wronski Feint and the Plumpton Pass, they don't have names, just what I've observed other seekers doing."

"So, tell me about that!" Natalie groused in exasperation.

"We don't have moves, more… tactics," Harry said. "A lot of seekers starting off will just follow the other seeker around and wait for them to see the snitch, and hope they can outfly the competition. That only properly works if you've the better broom, and are the better flier. I've never seen that tactic work in real life. Usually, people who do that can be sent off with a Wronski Feint. After a few of those, they usually leave you alone."

"What are the others?" Natalie pressed.

"Well, there's tactics that rely on positioning, and other tactics that rely on unpredictability," Harry allowed. "A lot of what goes into selecting a tactic is what the opposing seeker is doing, and whether you're an offensive seeker or a defensive one. Offensive seekers don't care about what the other seeker's doing, while defensive ones care quite a bit. If they're following you, or watching you closely, try to be unpredictable. Any time you move, do it at full speed, like you saw the snitch. Eventually, the other seeker'll be desensitised to your movements, and when you do see the snitch, they won't realise it until it's too late. If you're playing an offensive seeker, you don't have to worry as much about that. Instead, you need to worry about finding the snitch first. I like to go high and put the sun to my back, to try to catch the glint, or fly into the plays to see if the snitch is tailing someone. It really depends on your preferences, and what the other seeker's doing."

"Is that why you've been chasing me all over the pitch?" she asked, rolling her eyes.

"I was imitating an opposing seeker whose strategy is following the other seeker around," Harry admitted. "It's the most common seeker strategy at school."

"Alright!" Ginny called across the pitch. "That's time!" Harry descended gently to the ground and returned the snitch.

"So, how am I doing?" Natalie asked after she landed.

"You're doing fine," Harry shrugged, returning the snitch to the box. "I mean, your flying's top notch and you've the basics of the game under your belt. I can try to show you about the various tactics next time, I guess. I'll have to work out how to teach them to you, though."

"What d'you mean?" she pushed.

"Well, the high search tactic, for instance," Harry began. "It relies on you being between the sun and the snitch, so you can see the glint, but how can I show you what that looks like with a regular snitch? I have to figure out how to have a snitch fly at the right altitudes and in the right locations to produce the glint."

"And they don't normally do that?" Natalie asked rhetorically.

"I suppose we could get lucky, but that's not really good training," Harry allowed. They started walking towards the dressing room. Richie and Jimmy were messing around ahead of them, and Demelza joined them. Natalie sighed. Harry looked over, and saw her looking at the three of them. He stopped and put out a hand to stop her. "What's wrong?"

"What d'you mean?" she asked evasively.

"I mean, you look sad," Harry said. "And you looked sad at that lot." He gestured to the beaters and Demelza.

"I just… I can't… I… I'm… I dunno," Natalie admitted. "Jimmy and Demelza are dating. Jimmy and Richie are best friends. I… I'm their age. It should be easy, but it's not."

"You mean, they're the closest people to your age on the team, but they've got their clique and you're not in it?" Harry rephrased for her. She nodded.

"Yeah," she agreed. "I wanna be their friends. I thought when I got on the team, I had some friends. Then we got to the showers, and for a second, I had a wild fantasy that Richie and I would… y'know. Now, he's blowing his load all over Demelza's face every chance he gets, and I'm stuck watching."

"This sort of thing's never easy," Harry consoled her. "I sort of had your problem, but from the bloke's point of view. I had a girl who paid attention to me, but I didn't know she was interested until she said something. It took me four years to finally get the hint."

"I don't have four years!" Natalie huffed.

"I know," Harry acknowledged. "Have you talked to Richie?"

"No!" Natalie balked. "That'd be humiliating."

"How about this: I'll talk to those three and see what's going on, and if Richie'd be interested in you," Harry described. "I'll be discrete, so they won't know I'm asking for you. Sound good?"

"I suppose that could work," she agreed after a moment's thought.

"Good," Harry nodded, resuming their walk towards the changing room. He pulled the door open and followed her inside. The rest of the team was already in various states of undress, and Harry spotted Ginny and Dean disappearing into the showers.

"Hey slow poke," Katie joked as he arrived at his locker.

"Yeah, yeah," he replied jokingly. She was down to her bra and knickers, so Harry quickly shucked his gear, and followed her into the shower. Everyone but Natalie was already there. Dean had Ginny pressed up against the wall and was shagging her from behind. Demelza was kneeling on the floor, blowing Jimmy. With her spare hand, Harry was unsurprised to see her giving Richie a hand job. This was the first he'd seen of that, but with the way they were going, it wasn't unexpected. Fay was watching Dean and Ginny with interest from her shower. She hadn't done anything overt yet, but she did seem to enjoy watching.

Katie pulled Harry under the spray of her shower, and kissed him wantonly. Harry quickly realised that this would turn into one of 'those' showers. When they broke the kiss, he dropped to his knees and pushed his face between her legs. She accommodated him by putting one of her legs over his shoulder. For several minutes he licked and sucked at her cunny until she couldn't take it anymore and pushed him to the floor. Instantly, she was on top of him, riding him as he massaged her breasts with one hand and her clit with the other. It wasn't long before they were both moaning out their orgasm.

As he pushed himself up against the shower wall, next to where Katie had propped herself up, Harry looked around. Ginny and Dean were resting against the shower wall as well, watching as Demelza again upped the stakes. She was riding Jimmy cowgirl and had Richie's cock in her mouth. Natalie was frigging herself fiercely, while he caught Fay looking at him. She looked away quickly, blushing, and Harry turned his attention back to the younger teammates.

Richie looked to be in ecstasy. Demelza also looked fairly happy. It was hard to read her facial expressions with a cock in her mouth, but from the sounds she was making, she was one pleased girl. Jimmy, on the other hand… Jimmy looked a little unsure of himself. He was laser focused on where his girlfriend was sucking off his best friend, and Harry could tell he was trying to decide how he felt about that. If he was anything like Harry, he was probably conflicted, though why specifically was hazy. Harry decided that he'd approach Jimmy first.

The shower shenanigans ended when Richie pulled out and came all over Demelza's face. Jimmy had come a few moments before, as had Demelza. With the most important part over, everyone contented themselves with the actual washing up.

"You go on ahead," Harry told Katie as he was pulling on his trousers. "I need to check on something. I'll be a bit."

"You'll let me know?" Katie asked. Harry nodded. Appeased, Katie left with Dean, Ginny, and Fay.

On the way out of the changing room, Harry called Jimmy over.

"Mind if I have a word in private?" he asked. Jimmy shrugged and waved Demelza and Richie on ahead. They mounted their brooms with Natalie and lifted off back to Potter House.

"What's up?" Jimmy asked, mounting his own broom at a more leisurely pace.

"I saw you guys moved your relationship to the next step," Harry began, mounting his own broom and rising slowly into the air.

"I guess so," Jimmy nodded, unsure.

"I don't mean to pry, I just wanted to make sure you're OK with what you and Demelza and Richie did in there," Harry said, drifting along in the general direction of home.

"Why do you care?" Jimmy wondered.

"I like all of you lot, and I don't want you all to hate each other. Ginny'd probably be quite upset if it messed with the team, as well," Harry answered. "Did you talk about it first?"

"Not really," Jimmy admitted. "I mean, I know she'd wanted to do it for a while. We've watched Fred and George last year, and we talked about how hot it was."

"And you had all that female attention at that one party last year," Harry pointed out. Jimmy smiled, remembering. "How many girls had their hands on your cock that night?"

"Erm… Demelza… Luna… Astoria… three," Jimmy counted. "I came twice in ten minutes." He smiled.

"And how many times did they come?" Harry grinned back.

"At least once each, I think," Jimmy told him. "That's why I didn't feel bad about Demelza giving Richie all those hand jobs."

"What d'you mean 'all those hand jobs'?" Harry wondered. He'd only seen the one.

"Oh. Sometimes when Richie's hanging out with us, we'll start messing around, and Demelza didn't think it was fair that Richie should be left out, so she's given him hand jobs for a while now, just to give him some relief."

"So, this wasn't the first time?" Harry asked.

"It was the first time she sucked him off," Jimmy admitted. "But she's given him lots of hand jobs."

"Did you talk about her sucking him off first?" Harry tried to steer the conversation.

"No," Jimmy sighed. "I kinda figured she'd do it eventually, but having a feeling and talking about it are two different things."

"I completely understand," Harry nodded sagely. "D'you think if Richie were dating another girl things'd be different?"

"Different how?" Jimmy asked.

"D'you think that Richie'd be content shagging another girl, or d'you think he's more interested in group sex?" Harry proposed.

"I dunno," Jimmy shrugged. "We don't really talk about it. If he were dating someone, I definitely think it'd be more fair. Maybe if I was getting sucked off by his girlfriend it wouldn't feel so weird to see him getting sucked off by mine."

"Like a tit for tat kinda thing," Harry agreed. "I get it. Is there anyone you think he's interested in?"

"I know he thinks Ginny's fit," Jimmy laughed.

"She's taken," Harry pointed out, rolling his eyes. "Anyone else?"

"Katie too," Jimmy added, thinking. "I mean, I guess anyone on the quidditch team, since he's seen them all naked."

"Natalie's your age," Harry pointed out. "D'you think he'd go for her?"

"Probably," Jimmy allowed. "She's nice."

"Yeah," Harry agreed. "If she was a few years older, or I was a few years younger…" He trailed off. "Anyway, you might want to sit Demelza down alone, and have a talk with her about what you want, and find out what she wants, and make sure those desires are compatible. If you can figure something out, that's great. You're better than most couples your age. If not, at least you'll know now, and can end things as friends."

"I don't want to end things!" Jimmy blurted, looking worried.

"Didn't say you did," Harry reasoned. "But if you guys don't want the same thing, isn't it better to find out now than a year from now? That's a whole year you could have spent shagging Natalie instead of hating life stuck with Demelza."

"I'm not stuck with Demelza," Jimmy said, getting upset.

"I didn't say you were," Harry tried to calm the boy. "I just saw that you looked upset that she sucked off Richie, and you'd said you hadn't talked about it first. I'm saying you should do that to avoid hurt feelings in the future. And maybe planting a seed that Richie should take out Natalie would give you and Demelza a little space to see where you're at."

Jimmy didn't respond to that, and Harry didn't want to press things further. He could see the boy was thinking. They flew the rest of the way to Potter House in silence.

-oooo-

"Can you talk to Demelza?" Harry asked once the door to their suite had closed.

"About what?" Katie asked, as Hermione led them all back to the bedroom.

"A couple things," Harry replied. "Natalie let me know she's feeling left out. She's Jimmy and Richie's age, and…"

"And neither of them is paying her any attention?" Katie guessed as Hermione went into the loo.

"Yeah," Harry nodded, pulling his jumper off. "Then, in the shower, I noticed Jimmy didn't seem too comfortable with Demelza giving Richie a blow job, so I talked with him. She didn't talk with Jimmy about it beforehand."

"Ooh," Katie groaned, pulling a face. "Is he gonna be OK?" She was stripping down as well.

"I think so," Harry said. "I told him he should talk to Demelza about what they want."

"That's some good advice," Katie said with a grin. Harry reasoned it should be, seeing as it was hers to begin with.

"I also suggested he should try to convince Richie to get his own girlfriend, and suggested Natalie," Harry continued. "I was hoping you could talk with Demelza about the same things?" He inflected at the end, making it a question.

"Sure," Katie agreed. Harry cast tooth cleaning and mouth freshening charms before joining Katie in bed. Katie slid closer and kissed him. "Mmmm. Minty fresh." Harry palmed her breast and squeezed gently. Katie replied with a moan and let her hand wander below the covers.

"I suppose I'm going second tonight, then?" Hermione asked as she came out of the loo holding her jumper in her arms.

"If you hurry up, we could always go at the same time," Katie offered after breaking her kiss with Harry. Hermione pondered that for a moment while she unbuttoned her shirt and skirt, letting both fall to the floor as Harry watched. "He's getting much harder watching you," Katie reported as she felt his erection throb beneath her hand.

"What can I say?" Harry asked rhetorically. "She's sexy." Hermione dropped her bra.

"I don't know what's so sexy about me," she said as she examined her breasts. "I'm quite average."

"You are not," Harry protested as Katie snuggled in next to him and started rubbing his cock. Hermione dropped her knickers. "You're perfect, and someday you and everyone else will realise that."

"You're just trying to flatter me," Hermione observed as she slid in next to Harry.

"Is it working?" he asked, leaning in and kissing her softly.

"Yes," she replied. Then she looked at Katie. "Together? How does that work?"

"You can sit on his face while I ride him, or you can ride him while I sit on his face," Katie offered.

"Such hard choices," Hermione smirked as her own hand slid beneath the covers and met up with Katie's hand, joining it and massaging his cock together. Harry started snogging Katie while Hermione made her decision. Eventually she said, "I can't decide. Can I start with the face and end on his cock?"

"Sure," Katie said. "So long as you don't mind if its covered with lubricant already. I'm pretty wet."

"I suppose not," Hermione said, then she looked at Harry. "You ready for this?" Harry grinned and nodded. "Best scoot down a bit then," she said. "I can't kneel over you with your head on the pillow." Harry complied, and Hermione's hand left his erection. Katie, meanwhile, pulled the covers off, and the two girls manoeuvred into position. Harry lost sight of everything but Hermione's bum as she swung her leg over his face and lowered her cunny to his mouth. She was facing Katie at his waist, so Harry reached up with his hands and began playing with her nipples as his tongue began playing in her folds and across her clit. Hermione moaned and leaned back a bit, thrusting her chest out.

"And you say those tits are average?" Harry heard Katie joke. Suddenly, his cock was engulfed in a warm, tight wetness, eliciting a moan, and cutting off any further conversation from Katie. The room descended into silence except for the grunts and moans of pleasure shared and received, the slapping of flesh on flesh, and the sounds of intimate body parts slick with moisture.

"I need to switch, or I'm not going to get that cock inside me before I explode," Hermione managed to gasp out a while later.

"OK," Katie moaned. Then Harry's cock was again exposed to the air and Hermione moved off his face. He was able to watch as she nearly fell trying to move into position. Fortunately, both Harry and Katie were able to grab her and steady her as she slid onto his erection. As she started to ride him, Katie loomed over him and took her position, again depriving him of the view of his best friend getting as much pleasure as he was capable of giving.

Having them switch out, Harry could easily tell the difference between the two girls. Katie was fun-loving and usually liked energetic sex. She'd ridden him quickly, pushing her hips back and forth to get maximum friction. Hermione preferred a slower, more intimate movement. They tasted different as well. Harry was at a loss to describe the differences, but he could definitely tell.

With Hermione's slower lovemaking, Harry knew he'd be able to last longer, and concentrated on pleasuring Katie. He massaged her breasts and his tongue flew across her womanhood. Her pants and moans started coming quicker. In less than a minute under the ministrations of his tongue she came, loudly moaning as she fell forward, grasping at Hermione for support.

"Oh!" Hermione exclaimed, surprised at the new contact. Harry recalled Katie telling Hermione she wouldn't touch the other girl during sex. He supposed that was out the window now.

"Everything alright up there," Harry asked, his voice betraying his increasing need.

"Yes," Hermione relayed. "Katie just…"

"I fell into her tits," Katie reported as she pulled herself off her lover and settled down beside him to watch he and Hermione finish. "Sorry about that," she said to Hermione as the younger girl resumed her movement.

"It's… OK…" Hermione shuddered, her eyes closing. Harry moved one hand to her breast, and the other to her clit. The extra sensation sent Hermione over the edge a short while later. After recovering, Hermione looked down. "Did you come?"

"Not yet," Harry replied.

"I've got just the thing," Katie announced. "Budge over, Hermione." Hermione rolled off to her side of the bed as Katie moved between Harry's legs. She grasped his erection, and then practically inhaled it into her mouth. Between her gentle hand, her swirling tongue, and Hermione laying next to him snogging him senseless, Harry was putty.

"I'm gonna come," Harry gasped out a moment later. Katie pulled off.

"Get up here," she ordered, then quickly took his place next to Hermione. "Come on both of us."

"What?!" Hermione asked, suddenly nervous. Harry noted she didn't move away, though.

"It's hot," she told the younger witch. "C'mon Harry, make us messy." She scooted in close to Hermione. Their tits were practically touching. Katie threw one leg over Hermione's creating a space for Harry to move up a bit. Harry did, and grasped his cock. A few strokes later and Harry reached his climax. His release shot out with force, covering both witches' breasts with his seed.

"Oh, look how dirty you've made us!" Katie giggled. "I guess we'll have to clean this up." With that, Katie reached over and wiped her finger across Hermione's breast, scooping up some of his come, then sucked her finger into her mouth. "Mmmm."

"Fuck," Harry swore as he saw that. "D'you not want this erection to go away?" he asked. "'Cause this isn't how you do it."

"Aww," Katie cooed, sitting up. "Poor baby. Do I need to suck on it a little more to make it go away?" Harry grinned as she crawled over to where he was kneeling. "Maybe Hermione can help you out too. Hmm?" As Katie grabbed his cock she looked back over her shoulder where Hermione lay. Without a word she rolled her eyes, but smiled, and got to her hands and knees, crawling over to where Harry and Katie were.

Katie let Hermione take his cock, which she immediately placed in her mouth. Katie got up to a kneeling position and pressed her body against his, sliding her come-slicked breasts across his arm and right chest as her mouth found his.

After a few minutes, Katie dropped down to give Hermione a hand, and Harry was able to revel in the sight of the two girls trading off sucking him. Then Hermione drew up next to Harry, pressing her breasts into his arm and kissing him wantonly. They snogged for a bit, Harry groping her shamelessly. He was getting quite turned on, and so was she.

Finally, he could take it no more, and pushed her down on the bed. He put a hand on Katie to get her to stop and lay on top of Hermione, thrusting into her. She was more than ready for another go and he slid in easily. Katie, undeterred, popped up next to Harry and kissed him as he fucked her. Hermione was apparently more turned on than he'd realised, as she gasped out an orgasm only a few minutes later.

"My turn!" Katie said eagerly, as she rolled onto her back next to Hermione. Harry obliged, kissing Hermione one last time and pulling out of her. He quickly moved over to Katie, and thrust into her. Two minutes later, Harry was grunting as he came again. Fortunately for him, Katie came at the same time.

Exhausted, Harry collapsed between the two girls. He and Katie were both panting heavily from their exertion, though Hermione wasn't much better. Harry leaned over and kissed Katie.

"That was some of the best sex we've had in a while," he said, sighing as he lay back between the girls.

"It's all thanks to Hermione," Katie said, assigning her the credit. Harry couldn't really argue with that, as the two girls working in concert had really turned him on.

"I think it's all thanks to Harry," Hermione countered.

"He's properly good at pleasing the ladies," Katie admitted. Harry snorted.

"I'm just the luckiest bloke in the world," Harry said. "So, what'd you learn tonight, Hermione?"

"That Katie's a little more into me than she let on in the beginning," Hermione smirked, rolling up against Harry's side and glancing over his chest at his girlfriend.

"Am not!" Katie protested, laughingly insincerely. Harry grinned.