Chapter 15
Saturday, 1 March 1997
The New Burrow, Weasleyshire
After Parkinson and Nott were convicted, things largely returned to normal for Harry and his friends. The rest of February passed without incident. Classes continued as usual, and Ginny was pushing the team hard as they prepared for the upcoming Gryffindor-Hufflepuff match. Today was all about Ron, though. It was his seventeenth birthday.
Harry and Katie had arrived at nine, and found most of the Weasleys already there. The rest of the Gryffindor sixth-years arrived soon after, along with the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team, and a smattering of others. Lee and Leanne were in attendance, though Leanne steered well clear of Harry and Katie. So was Vicki, despite no longer being Ron's girlfriend. Padma and Luna were there also. The representatives from other houses were rounded out by Blaise, Daphne, Tracey, and Millie. Harry was surprised that Ron, of all people, had invited Slytherins, but he took it as a sign that Ron had really grown as a person over the last two years. Harry had no doubt that the lack of Hufflepuff representation was not coincidental.
They spent the first hour or so making small talk in one of the New Burrow's many social rooms. Harry had been surprised the first time he'd visited, that the house was so well laid out and comprehensive. Then he'd learned that rather than dream up the house himself, he'd begged Hermione to do it, because he hadn't felt he could 'do it justice'. Harry shook his head and smiled as he remembered that bit. Maybe Ron hadn't grown up all together.
It was a modern home, with a vaguely Edwardian feel. There were an even half dozen rooms for socializing, including a formal and informal parlour, a music room, a drawing room, a game room, and what Hermione called a man cave. There was also a library, formal dining room, and ballroom on the ground floor, though from the dust on the shelves, Harry assumed the library wasn't as well used as the one at Pemberly.
Mrs. Weasley, having finally been added to the wards over Christmas, bustled everyone into the formal parlour at ten. By then, even Charlie had arrived thanks to one of Harry's elves popping Ron's trunk to Romania and back.
"Alright, Ron," Mrs. Weasley said, handing him the first present. "Remember your manners." Ron looked at the tag on the gift before tearing into the paper and pulling out a new set of dress robes.
"Thanks Percy," Ron said as he held up the robes. While he didn't sound enthusiastic, he did sound sincere.
"Every wizard should have a proper set," Percy nodded formally. "Especially one with your stature."
Things improved for Ron after that. He opened games, novelties, and loads of sweets. Hermione got him a book on quidditch, which he seemed to appreciate, and Neville got him a boat for his lake, which was only about one square kilometre, but was practically abutting the house. Ron was eager to actually try out the boat – a Shetland 4+2 cabin cruiser – after seeing it through the window, but Mrs. Weasley encouraged him to finish opening the rest of his gifts first.
Harry's was the smallest, and, predictably, last gift Ron opened. When Ron pulled the paper off, he saw a long, flat jewellery box.
"Erm, mate?" Ron asked, looking at Harry confused.
"Just open it," Harry sighed in faux exasperation. Ron lifted the lid and saw a piece of parchment folded neatly inside. Ron pulled it out, unfolded it, and read. Then his eyes bugged out.
"You got me house elves?" Ron sputtered, looking up at Harry in disbelief.
"I figured you could use some help cleaning this place," Harry shrugged. He'd asked Orym to find a house elf couple who wouldn't mind being bound to Ron. The way Orym's face had lit up, Harry was almost certain that the couple Orym had gotten for him were… atypical elves. Harry wasn't sure whether they were troublemakers or simply odd, but he never questioned Orym about it. In any case, when questioned, the two elves, Chippy and Nop, were happy to go. They knew Ron, or at least, knew of him, and Chippy, the male elf, was excited to be a head elf. "There is more," Harry moved on, making a lift the cotton motion.
Ron lifted the cotton padding and revealed a key laying on the bottom of the box. His eyes gleamed and darted back to Harry.
"You got me a car?" Ron practically squeaked.
"You asked for one," Harry shrugged, smiling.
"Are there any more gifts?" Ron quickly asked his mum.
"That was the last one, dear," Mrs. Weasley replied. "What do you say?"
"Thanks, Harry!" Ron said, standing suddenly. "Thanks everyone!" Then he bolted for the door. Harry and the rest followed Ron to the circular drive in front of the house, where they found the birthday boy gaping at the candy-apple red and decidedly odd car parked there. When Ron realised Harry was standing next to him, he blurted out, "Where's the front wheels?"
"Well, there's only one on this make," Harry said, grinning. "It's just there." He bent over and pointed under the front end, where the front wheel of the Reliant Robin sat in the middle of the car.
"I think it looks wicked," Fred commented from behind Ron, stealing his line.
"It doesn't look like a car!" Ron protested.
"Nah," George added. "It looks like if a car and an airplane had a baby. It's a wonder dad didn't pick one of these to fly. There'd be no wind resistance from the front wheel wells."
"It is a proper car, Ron," Hermione stepped in. "Reliant's the second-largest car company in Britain. The Robin is one of their most popular models."
"Why are these so popular?" Ron asked in confusion as he walked around the car.
"Because you can drive them on a motorcycle license," Hermione explained. "They're also very economical. They get very good miles per gallon of petrol, something like 70, I believe. It makes them less expensive to operate."
"The elves and the car together are worth more than what I got Hermione, Ron," Harry quietly informed him when Ron came around the car again. Technically, the elves had cost him nothing, but on the open market, they would've commanded a princely sum. The car was a drop in the bucket, and more of a prank than anything else.
"Oh," Ron said. "Well, that's alright, then." Ron nodded, looked at the car one last time, and took off at a jog around the side of the house to see where Neville had stashed his new boat.
"I can't believe you," Hermione said shaking her head. She was smirking, though, so he knew she was having him on. "A Reliant? Really?"
"He asked for a car," Harry pointed out.
"No one, on God's green Earth, considers a Reliant Robin a proper car," Hermione countered, practically laughing.
"Great prank, Harry," Fred said as he led George past to follow their brother.
"Ripping," George agreed. "Can't wait to see Ron try to drive that thing." The rest of the party slowly made their way around the side of the house too. Practically everyone had gone when Harry felt a presence at his side.
"Can I have a word, mate?" Harry didn't have to look to know it was Lee. He glanced around and saw they were alone.
"Sure," Harry shrugged. "What's up?"
"Do you know what's going on between Leanne and Katie?" Lee asked. From the tone, Harry knew it wasn't a rhetorical question. Lee's eyes were earnest. "All I can get out of Leanne is angry muttering about a stroppy bitch and something about an oversensitive arsehole."
"I guess I'm the oversensitive arsehole," Harry smiled weakly. Lee looked confused. Harry sighed. "I've not been happy during our flings," he explained. "Leanne and I have good sex, but that's where our interaction ends. There's no kissing, no foreplay, no fondling, no cuddling, no talking, nothing. Once we orgasm, or, rather, once she orgasms, she's done with me and all the focus is on you and Katie. Leanne goes over to you and presses up behind you and kisses your neck, or snogs Katie and plays with her tits, or whatever, but I'm left standing there holding the bag. She was also rather dismissive of my questions about what she'd like the first time, and we haven't really talked since.
"I'd not bothered to say anything about it," Harry continued. "I didn't want to rock the boat, as it seemed like the rest of you were having fun, but Katie asked me why I was sad one day, and I told her pretty much what I told you. She went to Leanne to chat about it, and came back swearing a blue streak. She won't tell me what they said, but I know Katie was upset that I wasn't happy. My guess is that Leanne took it personally when Katie suggested she pay me more attention."
"Fuck," Lee sighed. "I'm sorry, mate." Harry glanced over at the dark-skinned boy. He looked genuine. "If I'd realised…"
"It's not your fault," Harry consoled him. "It's not even properly Leanne's fault. I'm just… not good socially. Maybe if I were more assertive this wouldn't've happened."
"Bollocks," Lee protested. "This is Leanne's fault. She's not like that, usually. I… I think she feels like you took Katie away from her, y'know?"
"She said that?" Harry asked. He thought back over the last two years. Katie had spent less time with Leanne since they'd started dating, but Leanne lived in Potter House, so they still saw each other daily. They still had classes together, and spent time together. Not as much of their free time was spent in each other's company, though, Harry knew. He tried to think back; Leanne hadn't seemed upset or treated him badly, at least not until they started shagging.
"Not in so many words," Lee allowed. "But there've been plenty of snide remarks. She's made them to both me and Katie."
"Katie never said anything like that to me!" Harry protested. Then he sighed, releasing the building emotions. "All this could've been prevented if people actually communicated their feelings. If Leanne had just said she felt like I was taking Katie away, I could've known to let them spend more time together."
"You're right and you're wrong," Lee corrected. "You could've done that, but maybe that's not what Katie wanted. Katie knew what Leanne was saying, but she decided to spend time with you anyway. I know I'm her boyfriend, but Leanne's not the only person whose opinion matters here. You and Katie and I have a say in these things too. It's only reasonable that Katie would want to spend more time with her boyfriend than Leanne. I spent less time with the twins after I started dating Leanne, too. At least, until we all started swinging." Lee grinned, remembering. "Regardless, it's not your fault, not entirely, or even primarily."
"So d'you think their friendship's gone for good?" Harry wondered, staring unfocused at the Robin, if only for somewhere to look.
"Dunno," Lee shrugged. "Leanne's pretty stroppy herself. Might be they won't make up. Give it time. If it's meant to be, it's meant to be. Either way, thanks for letting me know."
"Yeah," Harry nodded, smiling weakly at the older boy. "Sure."
-oooo-
Saturday, 8 March 1997 dawned cool and clear. By nine o'clock, when Harry stepped out into the Hogwarts courtyard, it was seven degrees Celsius and bright. There was a light breeze, but otherwise, the day was shaping up to be excellent quidditch weather.
He followed the team down to the Gryffindor changing room. It felt decidedly odd to segregate the girls and boys after how long they'd been sharing a space. Harry and the rest of the team were changed in moments, their uniforms and equipment brought over by Dobby earlier that morning.
"Ready?" Ginny asked, looking around the team gathered in the common area. People nodded firmly and some growled, an evil grin splitting their lips. The Gryffindor-Hufflepuff quidditch match wasn't usually a grudge match, but Harry wasn't feeling so charitable towards that house ever since the revelation that they were a bunch of cheaters. Though Harry supposed that so long as everyone in the house was aware, and they only did it inside the house, it wasn't technically cheating, but what Hannah and Susan had done to Neville and Ron most certainly counted. Of course, everyone on the team was aware of what the Hufflepuffs had done, and Harry, Katie, Ginny, and Ron especially were out for blood. "Then let's go!" Ginny cried, and led the team towards the door.
The next few minutes didn't really register for Harry, and before he knew it, Madam Hooch was releasing the balls. Across the field, Harry spotted Summerby, the Hufflepuff seeker. He was conversing with one of the chasers, and didn't notice. Harry looked back at Madam Hooch as she released the quaffle.
Harry shook his head. He wanted to beat Hufflepuff, and he was off to a piss-poor start. He raced across the pitch to put the sun at his back, spoiling a Hufflepuff beater's shot on Fay in the process. His eyes scanned the air for the glint of gold, but didn't see it before reaching his destination.
Slowing to a stop, Harry turned his Firebolt, and looked around. He saw the Ravenclaws, and even a few Slytherins in the stands cheer when Ginny put the quaffle through the Hufflepuffs' right hoop, scoring the first goal. Harry was surprised by the Slytherins cheering their arch-rivals, but then he realised that, not only did he have a good number of Slytherin friends now, but he knew for a fact before Christmas several Hufflepuffs had been dating Slytherins, and now, none were.
Harry had been more withdrawn from school over the last two years, but it was clear to him that the news that Hufflepuffs had been cheating on their non-Hufflepuff partners had made them the new school pariahs. With Snape gone and most of the worst Slytherins either graduated or expelled, Slytherin was actually turning things around, and Slytherins had been seen interacting with members of all houses, until the New Years' revelation, that is.
Harry shook his head again, clearing his thoughts. Why was it so hard to concentrate? Below, Fay scored, bringing the score to twenty to nil. The Hufflepuff team were terrible, it seemed. They weren't well coordinated and the beaters had terrible aim. He snorted, grinning to himself. They were probably spending more time shagging than practicing. At least the Gryffindor team waited until practice was done to do that.
He scanned again. No glint of gold, but he did notice Summerby shadowing him a few broom-lengths behind him. He wasn't looking for the snitch, but at Harry, quickly glancing away when he saw Harry look. If he'd rather look at Harry than for the snitch, that wasn't a problem. Harry scanned back, looking, but not really caring if he saw the snitch.
As his eyes tracked across the front of the pitch, he took off, his broom accelerating rapidly towards the Gryffindor hoops. He pulled up next to Ron.
"Alright, Harry?" Ron called. The chasers were all on the Hufflepuff side of the pitch, so there wasn't much for Ron to do.
"Alright, Ron," Harry agreed loudly, noticing Summerby was still behind him. "Saw the snitch for a mo, but the blighter disappeared."
"Tough luck, that," Ron consoled him. They hadn't rehearsed anything prior, and Harry was sorry for deceiving his friend, but he was more concerned with deceiving the Hufflepuff.
Harry waited by the Gryffindor hoops for another few minutes, scanning. He didn't see anything again, not that he was expecting to.
"There!" Harry cried suddenly, pitching his broom over and racing for the ground. His broom was fast, but he made sure to not push it too hard, so Summerby could keep up. Harry caught sight of the Hufflepuff in the corner of his right eye, the other seeker looking furtively for the snitch. Harry poured on more speed, pulling slightly ahead as they raced for the ground. Harry turned his head and broom slightly as though tracking a running snitch as the grass rushed up at them. At the last moment, Harry pulled up, the stirrups of his broom ruffling the grass as he passed.
Behind, he heard a sickening crunch as Summerby ploughed into the ground at full speed. Harry knew the Comet 260 Summerby had been on was worthless in a turn, and the younger boy had been unable to pull out of the dive in time. Looking back, he saw the Hufflepuff laying in a pile. His broom had snapped, but half of it was rammed into the ground, a piece of quidditch jersey flapping off it like a tattered flag. Summerby himself had broken his right humerus, and the bone was sticking out of his arm where blood was staining his yellow uniform red.
Harry supposed he should've felt worse. Summerby hadn't ever done anything to him, but it was the principle of the thing. Harry wanted to win, and the Hufflepuff seeker was an impediment to that. Not to mention, who knew who Summerby had fucked? He'd probably fucked either Hannah or Susan, if not both. He saw Madam Pomfrey bustling over to the crash site already. He'd be fine. Harry turned to concentrate on the rest of the game.
Quickly rising back to his original position near but above the Hufflepuff hoops, he took stock. Gryffindor was up fifty to nothing, there was no Hufflepuff seeker, their chaser and the beaters couldn't aim to save their lives. He was confident of victory, the only question was how soon would he see the snitch?
The answer, it turned out, was exactly twenty-seven minutes later. Harry caught a glint to his left near the stands, and closed slowly, keeping an eye on the glint. It moved another foot towards the centre of the pitch while Harry descended, but then quickly moved two feet to towards the stands. The glitter promptly disappeared into the shadow cast by the stands. That crafty little shit. Harry smirked, wondering if snitches could identify seeker strategies, as hiding in shadow was an effective counter to his.
Regardless, Harry could plainly see the snitch now, even without the sun's reflection. He accelerated, closing more quickly on the flying ball. When he was about twenty feet away, the ball bolted, jinxing up and down and side to side to throw Harry off. The crowd, seeing that Harry was on the move, erupted with cheers. Harry tuned them out and bore down on the miniscule ball that had just abandoned its jinxing strategy for a final rundown. Harry banked as the snitch tracked along the oval of the stands, and extended his hand to nab the ball. It weaved left slightly, but then Harry's fingers closed on his prey as it moved back right. Harry closed his fist and pulled back on his broom handle, doing a loop to slow down as the noise of the crowd flowed back to him. He let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and grinned.
-oooo-
An hour later, Harry was following the rest of the team down to the pool area. Behind them trailed some other Gryffindors who had tagged along: namely Neville, Hermione, Seamus, Lavender, and Parvati. Lavender had undergone something of a transformation since January. Both Ron and Harry had apologised her for treating her poorly, which she accepted with grace. She'd not joined them exactly, but she and Parvati had sat on the periphery when Harry's friends had eaten in the Great Hall. Harry glanced back, Lavender and Parvati were whispering excitedly, while Seamus was trying to catch up to Dean and Ginny.
When Harry entered the boy's changing room, Richie and Jimmy were already nude and heading for the showers. Harry raised an eyebrow, and prayed that Seamus, Lavender, and Parvati wouldn't be too upset at the informal attire of the players. Still, it was his house, and if they didn't like it, they could leave. He mentally shrugged and started stripping down.
Exiting into the pool area, he spotted the four younger players already splashing in the water. Glancing further down the room, he was surprised to see his Slytherin friends in the hot tub. He wandered over, with little better to do while he waited for Katie to come out.
"Fancy seeing you lot here," Harry said conversationally as he approached. He noticed they, too, were nude, though he couldn't see much thanks to the roiling water and steam.
"We figured you'd be along sooner or later, and we could congratulate you on your victory," Blaise said congenially. "Hope you don't mind the presumption."
"Not at all," Harry grinned. "It's always my pleasure to host you, especially in those outfits." He waggled his eyebrows and playfully leered at Millie, who blushed and grinned. "I should warn you, it's more than just the team. Most of the rest of my housemates from my year are here."
"Who's not?" Daphne asked politely.
"Sally-Anne," Harry said. "She's probably off with Anthony." Anthony Goldstein, a Ravenclaw, was her long-time paramour. "She can't stand quidditch, anyway."
"Neither can I," Hermione said from behind him. Harry glanced back, seeing her and Neville, both sans clothing. "I only go to cheer for you. If you weren't playing I wouldn't give the game the time of day." She turned to the Slytherins. "Hello, mind if we join you?"
"Not at all," Blaise replied for the group.
"You know, Granger," Daphne commented as the couple entered the tub, "you look far better out of your robes."
"I'll say," Harry agreed with a grin.
"Really, Harry?" Hermione groused. "My boyfriend's right here." She was grinning, though, so he knew she wasn't too upset.
"He probably agrees with me," Harry countered. Neville's blush spoke volumes, as he settled in and put his arm around Hermione, pulling her closer.
"Anyway," Daphne pushed on, rolling her eyes at the boys. "What I meant was, I'd be more than happy to help you… enhance your wardrobe. I've got some things that might fit you that you'd look good in."
"Erm… thanks," Hermione said, unsure how to take the offer.
Harry spotted Blaise looking past him, and glanced over his shoulder in time to see Lavender and Parvati arrive with Fay. Apparently, everyone had gotten the memo about this being a clothing-optional outing. For half a second, Harry appraised the girls. Fay was delectable as always. Lavender looked much as he'd seen her the previous year in Ron's bed. Parvati was a dusky vision. She stood about five foot four and had a classic figure. She was a very light brown, with chocolate nipples and black hair. Her pubic hair was trimmed neatly, and she had the most amazing hips. He quickly tore his gaze away before his dick could give him away.
"How long have you been having these parties?" Lavender asked, looking around.
"Since I got the place, really," Harry admitted. "You were here for some of them, but you never came down."
"Like when?" Parvati asked, shocked.
"My birthday, for one," Harry informed her.
"No way!" Parvati replied. "I could've come down and seen a bunch of naked people?!"
"Not only that, you could've seen the Weasley twins shagging their girlfriends," Blaise added.
"A free sex show?!" Parvati squeaked. "Damn."
"Give it ten minutes," Harry sighed. "I'm sure that lot'll start shagging sooner or later." He nodded at the younger Gryffindors who were getting very handsy as they played in the water.
As he finished speaking, he saw Katie enter with another surprise. Behind her were Luna and Astoria. He excused himself and wandered over.
"Fancy seeing you here," Harry said to the girls.
"This seemed like the place to be today," Luna said airily. There was a whisp of a smile on her face. "I had such a good time the last time I was here, and when the blibbering humdingers told me there was a party I just had to come."
"Did you hear about it from the blibbering humdingers too?" Harry asked Astoria.
"No," she said, glancing quickly up from his dick. "I overheard Daphne say she was coming."
"Well, have fun," Harry said as Luna grabbed Astoria and pulled her towards the pool where the other lower years were. He turned to Katie. "Pool, poolside, or hot tub?"
"It looks like they're all full," Katie said, glancing around. Harry could see her point. The six younger teens were splashing about in the shallow end. Ron, Seamus, Dean, Lavender, Parvati, Fay, and Ginny were all dipping their toes as they sat on the pool edge at the deep end, chatting. And the four Slytherins, Neville, and Hermione were in the hot tub.
"I think we could squeeze in just about anywhere," Harry pointed out. "Let's do the hot tub, I'm still a bit cold from the match."
"Alright," Katie agreed. "I could do with a warm up." They wandered over. "Mind if we join you?"
"It's your tub," Tracey laughed, and waved them in. Once they'd settled, she dug for information. "I see you're diversifying your friend group."
"Oh," Harry said, glancing over his shoulder. "I mean, I suppose. I promised Parvati that I'd be nicer to Lavender, so I invited her, and Parvati was there, and it seemed rude not to invite her too. Seamus came with Dean."
"What about these two?" Tracey asked. "I mean, I've never seen them down here before, though I'd be very happy to see more of them." She gazed lustily into the water at where Neville's dick would be.
"Really!?" Hermione sighed exasperated.
"Oh, lighten up, Granger," Tracey grinned. "I'm not gonna steal your man away, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a nice cock."
"That he does," Katie added, smiling on her own.
"Et tu, Brute?" Hermione sighed, shaking her head.
"Hey," Katie protested. "If you're allowed to appreciate Harry's cock, I'm allowed to appreciate Neville's."
"I… I haven't even looked at Harry in months," Hermione objected.
"So?" Katie asked. "I know what you think of Harry's cock."
"And I know what you think of Neville's," Hermione countered. "That doesn't mean I want to be continually reminded of it."
"Wait," Tracey said, looking confused. "I'm missing something here."
"They're the reason we're together," Hermione admitted, blushing. "I… I was swinging with them earlier this year. Neville swung with them too. Then we swung together once, and now we're together."
"Merlin's saggy left one!" Tracey swore. "So, you've shagged Harry?" Hermione nodded, redder than a beet. "And, you've shagged Katie?" Neville, also redder than Harry had ever seen him before nodded sheepishly. "Holy fuck! Is there, like, a queue I can join?" she asked, looking at Katie. "I mean, Blaise and I could…"
"It's something we'd have to discuss before letting you know," Katie said, holding up her hand. "I'm not sure we're looking for two partners right now. We had a bit of a miscommunication with our last couple we swung with, so we'll want to be more careful going forward."
"What about individuals?" Millie asked quietly.
"I think we'd be more open to that," Katie said quickly before Harry could object. "Especially people we've swung with before." Millie looked a little brighter at the prospect.
"Son of a…" Tracey sighed. "Well, if you ever are looking to swing with a couple again, please keep Blaise and I in mind. Despite his looks, and his heart belonging to another, he's actually a blast in the sack. He knows just how to treat a lady."
"Hey!" Blaise protested.
"So does Harry," Katie supplied.
"Besides," Harry added. "I think Dean and Ginny have dibs on next couple."
"But we'll be sure to keep you in mind in the future," Katie said, giving Tracey some hope.
"In the meantime, I guess I'll just have to watch them," Tracey sighed, inclining her head to the pool. Harry turned around, and nearly slipped off his seat.
The six youngest teens had abandoned the pool, and had formed a slippery pile at the far end of the room. Harry couldn't tell who was shagging who, but both boys looked busy. Demelza was leaning against Richie as he was thrusting into someone. Two other girls were riding opposite ends of a boy who could only be Jimmy. They were both blonde, but Harry couldn't tell which one was Luna and which one was Astoria from that distance. He was actually shocked. He had no idea Luna and Astoria were so close to the Gryffindors.
Closer, the older teens were all watching raptly at the erotic display. Then, Ginny, who was sitting next to Dean dropped into the pool directly in front of her boyfriend and inhaled his erection. Harry noticed Fay's right arm moving rhythmically as she masturbated. Ron was studiously not watching his sister give his friend a blowjob, but that was only because Lavender's hand was in his crotch and his eyes were closed. Parvati and Seamus were both too distracted by the sex to consider partnering up right away, but both were starting to squirm.
It was at that point that Harry felt a hand on his cock. He turned back to see Katie smiling at him, her hand wrapped around him, and tugging gently. Across from him, Tracey had started snogging Blaise. Neville looked wide-eyed at the orgy that was developing, but Hermione didn't quite seem ready to start anything anywhere so public. Harry counted the fact that she didn't have her eyes closed and hadn't fled the room as a win. Millie and Daphne were both watching the far end of the pool.
"She'd better be on the bloody potion," Daphne muttered angrily.
"What… what potion?" Neville asked, glancing at Daphne.
"The contraceptive potion," Daphne replied as if he were an idiot. "How did you think all this sex was happening yet no one was getting pregnant?"
"Oh," Neville realised quietly, and looked down into the tub. It was the safest place for him to look. Next to him, Tracey was already astride Blaise's lap. Harry grinned at that. Though he'd known they were involved for a long time, he'd never seen them actually do anything that would signify their status. That, apparently, had just been chucked right out the window. One of Blaise's hands was holding Tracey's arse in place, while the other was busy out of view between them.
"You're not getting in on that?" Katie asked, winking at Daphne.
"As much as Blaise might like that, I think I'll pass," Daphne replied, sighing as she watched her best friend snogging the boy who supposedly had a thing for her. Harry wondered briefly if Daphne didn't, in fact, have some feelings for Blaise, but was too much of a Slytherin to do anything about it. Clearly, secrecy had its drawbacks, just like ambition had its benefits.
"Don't even ask me," Hermione harrumphed when Katie turned to her. "I'm not shagging Neville in front of everyone." Neville looked both relieved and disappointed.
"I don't think anyone's in the girls' changing room," Katie suggested. "Or, you know, there's always free rooms upstairs…" She trailed off, leaving her comments hanging. Hermione actually looked at Neville, who was begging her silently to agree to that compromise. Seeing that, she leaned in and whispered something to her boyfriend, who smiled broadly and nodded.
"We probably won't be back until dinner," Hermione said, standing to get out of the tub. Beside her, Neville jumped up so fast that the resulting waves splashed against the other occupants. As she turned to leave, Harry could tell from her stiff, dark nipples, and rosy groin, that she was nearly as aroused as Neville, who trailed after her with his seven-inch erection bobbing along in front of him.
As he watched them leave, he noticed that Ron was laying back on the pool deck, his legs still in the water, and Lavender was riding him. They were, consciously or not, mirroring Dean and Ginny, who were in the same position. Between them, Seamus' head was buried in Parvati's chest. It seemed that they'd finally gotten the message. Harry also noted that Fay was hurrying towards the tub.
"Hey Fay," Harry said. "Got to be too much over there?"
"Yeah," Fay said, sliding into the water. "Can I borrow your boyfriend?" she asked Katie, who still had her hand around his dick.
"I suppose," Katie faux-sighed, pushing Harry to stand up. "Just leave enough of him left for me." Harry turned and leaned over, kissing Katie hard.
"I love you," he said, letting his hand caress her shoulder as he pulled back.
"I love you too," Katie smiled. "Now, go take care of Fay, or she'll likely explode."
"Hurry," Fay said, sitting back on the edge of the tub.
Not wanting to let her down, Harry stepped between her legs, the water lapping at his upper thighs. Seeing her already ready, he skipped the preliminaries, and slid into her, tearing a moan from her mouth. Apparently, she was very worked up, as it was less than a minute later that Fay gasped and came.
"Oh… oh… oh… Oh, God!" she moaned as she passed her peak. Sensing she was a little sensitive, Harry paused. Fay leaned back, flinging her arms out to her sides as she lay there on the tile. After nearly a minute, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Thanks, Harry. I needed that."
"No problem," Harry said, stepping back. "Happy to be of service."
"Did you…" Fay started to ask.
"I'll be fine, I'm sure," Harry interrupted her.
"He can be fine in me," Millie said abruptly from behind him. He turned to look at the bigger girl, who was practically drooling, before she glanced at Katie. "If that's OK with you, that is."
"I don't care if Harry doesn't," Katie shrugged. Harry shook his head, and gave Katie a quick kiss as he moved towards Millie, who was already lifting herself out of the water.
"How… how should we do this?" Millie asked, suddenly looking nervously at the others in the tub. Harry noticed that every one of them was watching them with rapt attention. Even Blaise and Tracey had stopped fooling around.
"Relax," Harry said, rubbing her upper arms as he stepped close to her. He leaned in and kissed her. "It's just me." Millie snorted at that, but said nothing. Harry kissed her again, this time she opened her mouth and their tongues started duelling. Harry brought one hand up to her breast, while the other cupped her bum, echoing what Blaise had done to Tracey earlier. Harry kissed along Millie's jawline to her neck. When he was near her ear he whispered, "You're so fit, I think Katie wants to shag you too."
"I bet you say that to all the girls," Millie laughed breathily.
"You're the first," Harry said a bit louder before moving on to kissing her collarbone.
"I'm ready to go, Katie or not," Millie said. "You don't have to tease me."
"Maybe I want to," Harry replied. "You have amazing tits." He then proceeded to lean over and capture one of her nipples in his mouth. His tongue glided over the tip, causing her to shudder. "Besides," he said, looking up at her. "I want your first time to be memorable."
"I don't think I could forget this," Millie countered, glancing at Katie as a hint of nerves passed behind her eyes. Then Harry's hand found her clit and suddenly her attention was back on him.
"Why don't you lay back like Fay did," Harry suggested. Millie nodded and complied, an inscrutable look on her face. She had to be a mess of emotions: nervous, horny, excited, worried, embarrassed… Harry didn't envy her at all, but he wanted to give her a good time. He stepped between her legs, then crouched down and kissed her the hair on her mons. Then he moved lower, teasing her clit with his tongue. Millie gasped, but Harry couldn't see her face. "Katie, if you wanted to help, I don't think Millie would mind," he said as he leaned back to take a breath.
He heard, rather than saw, Katie get out of the hot tub, and move over to help. Harry could tell when Katie started caressing Millie's breasts, because she jolted slightly under his tongue. Once he'd brought her to her first orgasm, he pulled back and stood. As he moved into position, he looked down on Katie, her mouth firmly attached to Millie's right breast, with Millie's hands in her hair, holding her in place. Millie's eyes were closed and there was a look of sheer joy on the girl's face.
Then Harry lined himself up with her opening and eased himself in. Millie gasped, but Harry went slowly. He didn't force anything, and he came to a stop about an inch in. When he looked at her face again, she was staring intently at him.
"This is going to hurt a bit," he cautioned. "Are you sure you want me to?"
"Do it," Millie nodded, hands still holding Katie's head in place. "I want you to."
Harry nodded and pushed gently. He felt the barrier give way, and seated himself fully in Millie even as a look of pain flashed across her face. Harry paused to let her recover.
"Just let me know when you're ready," he said softly. After about a minute, Millie nodded.
"Go ahead," she said, voice husky. Harry pulled back a bit and thrust forward again. Millie breathed deeply through her nose, but her face relaxed a bit. He kept the pace slow. "You can go faster," Millie said after another minute. "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Harry complied, and picked up the pace. Despite her size, Millie had been a virgin until a few moments before, and she was very tight. Between that, the leisurely hand job and the quickie with Fay, Harry knew he wouldn't last long. It turned out to be a good thing that Katie was helping, because Harry only lasted another three minutes once he got going. Thanks to Katie's help, though, Millie was right behind him.
Once the orgasm had passed, Katie pulled back, sitting on her haunches on the side of the tub, grinning at Harry. Harry smiled back, then down at Millie. It was then that he noticed Millie had been holding Daphne's hand probably the entire time he'd been inside her. He only noticed because she dropped it to take his as he helped her up.
"Was it good?" he asked once she was up. Her first response was to wrap him up in a tight hug and snog the life out of him.
"Better than good," Millie replied once they came up for air. "That was the best. Thanks, Harry." Then she turned back to Katie. "Thanks, Katie. You lot're the best."
"You can say that again," Fay agreed in a tired voice from the other side of the tub.
"Lucky bitches," Tracey muttered, though there wasn't any heat behind her words.
"You're welcome," Harry said to Millie. "I'm glad. I know the first time can be… not pleasant."
"It hurt a bit at first," Millie agreed. "But once I got used to it, it was great."
"D'you think you've got another one in you?" Katie asked Harry. Harry grinned and nodded. "In that case, I have need of you in our bedroom, in about…" She paused to look at an imaginary watch on her wrist. "Ten seconds ago."
"We don't even get to watch him shag his own girlfriend?" Tracey asked, disappointed.
"Maybe next time," Katie said as she took Harry's hand and drug him out of the pool. He had an inkling he was in for a very long afternoon.