Chapter 6

When she finally gets to her mother's office, the secretary is not there, and the door is a open a little. The sound of familiar laughter, two of those, in fact, lifts her mood. She knocks. "Come in, Tip," Harry replies.

Rose walks in, closes the door and, with a passing kiss, plops herself on Harry's lap. She was hoping for a reaction from her mother, but didn't get it. "Tip?" Hermione asks instead, puzzled.

Rose twists around and questions Harry with a glance. He smiles and encourages her with a minute nod. She changes, jumping on the desk, with a nonchalant twist of her tail. Hermione is floored. "Oh!"

Harry, laughs. "Hermione, meet Blacktip." Blacktip crosses the desk, stretches and licks her mother's face.

"Ew!" Hermione is both disgusted and amused.

"It's a daughter's kiss."

Hermione giggles, a rather unusual sound. "She didn't kiss me. She licked me!" She wipes her face. "When..."

"A couple of years." Harry replies. Blacktip yips, gets back on Harry's lap and snuggles. She's still a little frazzled over the Atrium battle and its aftermath, and she copes better in fox form. Specially if she can curl up on her mate's lap, get petted a little. "The DoM wanted an account on the Native American animagus process and Rose volunteered."

Hermione looks closely at Blacktip. "She's is beautiful."

Harry slides his fingers over the silky fur, something he enjoys as much as Blacktip does. "That she is."

Hermione just takes in Harry petting the fox, her mind wandering. How close are those two? How come she didn't know Rose was an animagus? She now realizes she is not really close to her daughter, that they haven't had a real conversation in years. She's been too busy... no. That's just an excuse. Hermione knows she will never lose Harry, but she fears she's already lost Rose. Harry interrupts her train of thought. "You should talk to her."

Hermione startles. Could he have read her mind? Harry laughs. "I just know you,"

"You could at least let me vocalize my side of the dialogue."

"You should talk to her," he insists.

Hemione falls silent for a bit, then answers in a near whisper. "I'd like that."

A soft growl from Blacktip. "She would too," he translates, and then he addresses her. "I told your mother what happened that night."

Blacktip raises her head and an ear bends sideways. Harry shrugs. "With Montague permanently neutralized, the risk became negligible."

The little dialogue evokes Harry's conversations with Hedwig. "You should be called Doolitle."

A lopsided grin. "I try. As little as I can."

"Potter!" She exclaims in disgust. His grin becomes more pronounced. "Before I forget. About this Montague thing. Was it some kind of trap?"

"You mean, what happened today? No. Rose would have had back up if it was."

"All right. Still, it was an awfully convenient end result."

Harry nods in agreement. "We did contingency it a bit. We knew they might attack." Hermione frowns. "That was part of the reason for Rose's combat training. And she is wearing a portkey around her neck. A Dark Lord special, which will punch through most wards."

"Good!" At least she could count on him being careful. She decides to ask about what is bothering her the most. "Harry..."

"What?"

"How are things going between you two?"

Harry looks into Hermione's eyes, and she knows he is trying to formulate an answer. Finally, he pulls out his wand and casts. "Expecto Patronum" The silver mist coaleces into a bright, nearly solid looking fox.

"Oh, my!" Hermione stares at the silvery Blacktip, letting the happiness of the spell wash over her. Blacktip gets up, jumps to the floor and walks up to her silvery twin. They nuzzle one another and the patronus dissolves away. Blacktip walks back to Harry, looking very smug, and curls up on his lap again. "I guess that answers half my question."

Harry slides his hand across Blacktip's fur and smiles. "You have to talk to someone else for the other half."

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Rose looks at herself in the mirror. Leather pants, dragon hide, looking painted on. Black and silver peek-through stilettos, A dark red corset-style top, hugging her torso, pushing her breasts up and leaving her toned abs bare. Fingerless black gloves, in black lace and short nails painted black. Heavy make-up, lips a red matching her top, messy, wet-looking hair. She steps back and twirls around, laughing. She sees Harry staring at her, and a thrill goes up her spine. "What do you think?"

"Sexy and scary." He approaches her, hands on her naked side. "Perfect."

Harry is currently tall, straight black hair bound with a thin silver chain. Pale face, with delicate features. Nearly red eyes. Thin fingers with long black nails. He's wearing an open black robe with silver trim, over a dark blue shirt and black pants. Rose touches his lips. "Let me see it."

He opens his mouth. Vampire fangs, maybe a little shorter and thinner than the real thing, but still... his nails dig on her flesh, pulling her closer. She moans a little, and hesitates, prolonging the moment. An old fantasy. She stretches her neck and draws a short line with a finger. Her voice is rough. "Bite me."

Harry bends down, following her fingers with his mouth. He clamps down, slowly, and feels his teeth penetrate her skin, without resistance. She gasps. He punctures her jugular, and blood, strong coppery taste and smell, brimming with magic, fills his mouth. He drinks, one gulp, then another, feeling the warmth going down his throat, flowing all the way to his core. He pulls back, looks up and growls, blood around his mouth and flowing out of the punctures in her neck. He collects himself, steps back, and, with a murmured incantation, stops the bleeding.

He looks at her, deep puncture marks on her neck, a dried rivulet of blood from the punctures, down her cleavage. He smiles at the sight. "So?"

She giggles. "I came a little. You?"

"Witch's blood, willingly given. Powerful stuff." He gives her a little vial of blood replenishing potion. She downs it with a grimace.

She kisses him deeply, wanting to switch the reek of the potion with the taste her own blood, and curious about the shape of those fangs. After a long, delicious minute, her knees are wobbly and she is still trembling a little. "You can have more anytime you want."

He nods, still tingling from the taste, the kiss, and the magic. He enjoyed it, a lot more than he expected. And so did she. "A quick one before we leave?"

She smiles and shakes her head. "Oh, no, no, darling Alpha. That's later. Now, we hunt."

He nods and grabs her with one arm. They each hold the invitation and Harry speaks. "Portus."

The portkey drops them at an alley, warded with a notice-me-not. The Halloween party is organized by a Cambridge student collective which just happens to include a wizarding chapter. The place is a converted warehouse. Inside, four long bar counters, two against the wall to the left and right, and two back-to-back splitting the huge floor space into a larger dance space, crowded with people, and a smaller space with dozens of high tables and chairs. The DJ is at a raised dais at the back. Also at the back, banks of chemical toilets, separated by the dais into male and female sections.

Lots and lots of young bodies, provocatively or creatively dressed. Ghosts, zombies, mummies, devils, witches and cats. It's a silly party, blasphemous to the heady old meaning of Samhain. But for a pair of magicals, raised disconnected from the old traditions but deeply into magic itself, it feels alive. Besides, blessed anonymity. Even a couple as striking as Harry and Rose call very little attention to themselves.

First, they dance. Rose lifts her arms, her eyes almost closed, and she abandons herself to the thump. She grinds against Harry, enjoying the solidity of his body next to hers, his eyes on her body, his rough hands on her hips. He relaxes, abandons himself as well, enjoying her lithe undulation while he follows the rhythm with his body. People press against them, and they forget themselves, in a magic ritual older and more primal than spells. If people looked carefully, they would see a faint glow in their eyes. A pair of benign deities, spreading around a very subtle feeling of love, lust and joy.

After a while, sweaty and satisfied, they head for one of the bars. Rose loves everything about club dancing. The loud music, the crowd, the sweaty bodies against hers, the stares. She is both surprised and thrilled that Harry enjoys it too. One of the many ways her mate captivates her. The dance floor loses something as they leave, but they wouldn't know about it.

A shot of single malt in his hand, and a poisonous-looking green confection in hers, they seek a corner of the sitting area where the magicals were set to congregate. Their host, wearing a white robe with golden moons and stars, is a thin man with a crooked nose and sharp eyes. He greets Rose with a air kiss to the knuckles and gives Harry a slight bow. She introduces him as Reggie Grimm, the alias that goes with his current face. Harry looks around, and sees a few familiar faces. Albie and Scorpius, dressed as a matched pair of pirates, stand out, but there is also a wide group of Rose's friends and acquaintances in attendance. After doing the rounds, Harry lets Rose get into a bit of girl talk with a couple of her closest friends and approaches the boys. "Hi."

Scorpius sees Harry first and gives Albus a little nudge. " Hey, Reggie."

Albus checks his father out and nods approvingly. "Looking good." He manages to suppress the 'dad' at the end of the sentence. "What's up?"

Harry point at Rose with his chin and grins. "Flower on the prowl."

Scorpius and Albus take a look at Rose and grin in response. "Such a cute dark lady, isn't she?" Scorpius comments.

Albus snickers. "More like a cute blood bag." Albus turns to the smiling Harry . "Nice fangs, by the way. How did you get..." Albus slides a fingertip along Harry's chin and smells it. "You bit her?" Harry's smile widens. He can still feel the tingle of Rose's magic.

Scorpius looks at Rose and then back at Harry. "Wow, edgy!" He lowers his voice to a stage whisper. "Why did you do it?"

"Many reasons. One, she wanted it. Two, it looks authentic. Three, we were curious."

Albus snorts. "Curious about what?"

Harry sighs. Like Rose, Albus is smart, talented and powerful. But unlike her, he doesn't truly get it about magic. That's probably why he's studying physics. "Albus..."

"No, seriously. What happens?"

"Try it."

"I don't have fangs." Scorpius slaps him playfully on the back of the head and Albus turns to him. "What?"

"Are you a wizard, love?" Scorpius turns to Harry and opens his mouth. Harry casts a brief wandless concealment charm, and, wand in hand, does a careful transfiguration on Scorpio's mouth and teeth. A delicate little feat of magic. Scorpius notices the loving feel of Harry's magic and explores his new fangs with his tongue. He slurs a bit. "Hmm, X-Xanks."

"It will probably last until tomorrow."

Scorpius looks at Albus and smiles. Albus recoils, looking a little scared. "Now wait a second..."

Harry laughs. "Two things, boys. The blood has to be freely given. If it's taken..."

Scorpius replies. "Sure, of courshe!" He knows about dark magic. Albus... not so much.

"And you should probably have some blood replenisher around."

Albus is still looking a little spooked, but Scorpius nods enthusiastically. Albus looks at his partner and shakes his head. He turns back to his father. "Is it worth it?"

Harry snickers and look at Rose, who is beckoning. "A gentleman doesn't tell." He gets up and walks towards Rose.

Albus growls. "Where is the gentleman?" This earns him a two-finger salute, the first he's ever got from his father. Scorpius giggles and gently licks Albus' neck. Albus shudders, mostly from arousal, but also with a little bit of fear.

Rose sees Harry approaching and speaks to her friends. "Just a second." Rose pulls Harry aside and points at the woman who was just then arriving. She is blonde, straight golden hair down to the middle of her back, ends rolled in. She is wearing a mouthwatering Alice in Wonderland costume, complete with the blue and white pinafore, white mid-thigh socks, hair held by a black velvet ribbon and black leather shoes. The pinafore is cinched at the waist, highlighting her hourglass figure, and it is very short, just about covering her knickers. Huge blue eyes, thin straight nose and a tiny cupid's bow mouth in a heart-shaped face.

Her name is Chastity Fawley, a former Slytherin in James' year, currently working on a potions mastery at St. Mungos. Harry has met her several times, and he wasn't told, but he is sure there is history between her and Rose. The witch is smart, a little stuck up, and very, very attractive. She checks them out and smiles. "Rose and Reggie... nice costumes."

"And you're looking yummy," Rose replies.

She twirls around, her skirt lifting a bit and flashing them a nice view of her pert derriere in white boyshort knickers. "Well, thank you deary. Would one of you pretty people care to dance?"

Harry and Rose exchange the briefest of glances. It looks like their chosen prey has decided to hunt them instead. "How about both?" Harry replies.

Chastity flushes a little. "The more the merrier, boy toy." She grabs Rose by the arm and heads to the dance floor. Harry follows, enjoying the view. Add their ages, and it still comes out younger than he is. Lucky. He grins shamelessly, thinking of Sirius for the first time in years.

They dance a little squished. His hands on her hips, Rose's on top of his. They sway together, Rose's laughter a distant sound under the music's thump. Harry stares at a pair of luminous blue eyes, less than a foot away from his, inadvertently listening to the noise of her mind's surface. She's happy and aroused, but she does not abandon herself. A part of her observes, plans... Slytherin to the bone. Harry breaks eye contact, and makes the mistake of looking at her lips. They are slightly open, moist. She notes his interest, smiles, and a pink tongue darts out. Harry takes the invite, leaning down to capture them with his own. Her hands intertwine behind his neck, pulling herself up. She's so good! The tiny little mouth opens and a quick, agile tongue enters his, exploring, caressing. He moans and tightens his grip on her hips, the world fading away and only her body tight against his, her lips and her tongue remaining.

He is still a little lost when she breaks the kiss, turns around and grabs Rose's face, kissing her just as thoroughly, while grinding her bum against him. Harry slides his hands up, cupping the bottom of her breasts. Both girls moan. They trade places, and Harry kisses Rose's broad generous mouth instead of the small clever one. Chastity kisses Rose's neck from behind, and their sandwich tightens, as they ignore the music and just snog. People around stop, as they begin to notice the slightly over-the-top PDA. Harry breaks it, in a loud, hoarse tone. "Let's go for a drink."

Harry goes to find drinks, while the girls head to the loo. He goes to the tables, and finds Albus sitting on Scorpius's lap, eyes closed and a silly smile in his face, with Scorpius nibbling on his neck. Harry watches people milling about, brooding about Rose's and Chastity's lips. A few minutes later, Albus calls his attention by touching his shoulder. "Fawley? Really?"

Harry jumps, jolted out of his brooding. "What about her?"

"I don't know..." Albus replies. "She's..."

Scorpius interrupts him. "Her mother was born Elaine Greengrass. She is Grandfather's baby sister."

Harry looks worried. "I didn't know that."

Albus frowns and Scorpius snorts. "You Blood Traitors should check 'Nature's Nobility'. At least before kissing someone." Both Albus and Harry grunt. Scorpius giggles. "Mother might actually approve, you know? But you have to treat Chastity right."

Albus nods emphatically. "She's a good egg in a sea of rotten ones." He then sits back and frowns a bit. "I thought she liked women."

"She does. But just because she didn't fall for your brother, doesn't mean that's all she likes," Scorpius snarks.

Albus laughs and gives his father a dirty look. "So true..."

"Look, I have no intention of hurting her. Besides, Rose would kill me if I did."

Albus lifts a hand. "Fine! Just be sure to tell her who you are."

"Before shagging her." Scorpius adds.

"And who is he?" Chastity asks, after hearing the last two bits of the conversation. She doesn't seem terribly worried, but Rose is fidgety.

Scorpius clucks. "It's their story, cousin."

Chastity looks at both Harry and Rose, who are clearly a little anxious. She grabs them both by the waist and brings them closer. "Look, I knew Reggie was a piece of fiction."

"Really..." Rose asks. Knowing how sharp and sneaky Chastity is, Rose is not really surprised.

"Yup." Rose and Harry relax a bit. "There is no record of 'Reginald Grimm' anywhere before he started showing up with Rosie. I checked. Besides..." she pushes at Harry with her hip. "I can also do a little surface legillimency."

Harry blinks, startled. His respect for the young woman rising. "Sorry. It wasn't exactly intentional."

"That's fine, honey." She kisses him briefly in the cheek and everybody smiles. "How did you get here?"

"Portkey," Rose replies.

"Good. Let's head out."

Harry looks at Rose, who shrugs. "I have to say goodbye to a couple of people."

Chastity pushes Harry into a chair and sits on his lap. "Take your time, Rosie dear. I'll keep myself entertained here."

Rose giggles. "Have fun." She gives Chastity and Harry a peck on the lips and leaves.

Scorpius is ready to sit and enjoy snogging his partner as well, but Albus' scowl discourages him. Scorpius shrugs and heads back to the dance floor with Albus. He figures he wouldn't enjoy watching his father snogging either.

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The portkey drops them back at the living room of the cottage. Harry and Chastity are ready to proceed with the fun, but Rose gets in the way. "Just wait a second. You," she points to Harry, "fix your mouth. And clean up the blood. You," now turning to Chastity, "take off your shoes and knickers. I'm going to fix my neck, take off these shoes and clothes."

"Should I get naked too?" Chastity asks, helpful.

Harry and Rose reply in unison. "No!"

"Aww. You kids wike wittle Alice..."

Harry and Rose exchange a glance and laugh. "I guess we do."

Rose leaves and Chastity, looking a little worried, pulls out her wand. She points it at Harry and casts "tergeo", cleaning the blood. Harry then sits down on the floor and concentrates, morphing back his jaw and teeth. The process takes about a minute. Chastity watches it carefully. When he is done, she slips off her shoes and pulls out her knickers, handing them to Harry. Finally, she asks. "So, a metamorph."

"Yes. A partial gift."

"You mean, not quite like Lupin." Teddy was three years ahead of her at Hogwarts, and everybody knew about his talent.

"That's right. Lupin is a full metamorphmagus. What I have is a strong partial gift. I can change within tighter limits, It's also a little slow and magically costly. And I can't change gender."

She nods, thinking a little. "How old are you?"

"Forty-five."

Her face lights up. "I know who you are. I had a hunch, but you just confirmed it."

Harry lifts an eyebrow. "Is it a problem?"

"Not at all."

"Should I stay as Reggie?"

"Sure." She puts of a haughty mask and adds. "I'm mostly here for Rose anyways."

Harry guffaws. "You're as bad as she is."

"I'll take that as a compliment,.. old man."

Harry is still laughing when Rose comes back, wearing a pale green knicker and bra muggle set from Agent Provocateur. Both Harry and Chastity stop to stare. Rose grinds it a bit, turning around, and afterwards, pulls Chastity into a searing kiss. Harry sits back and enjoys the view.

Rose interrupts the kiss and looks at Harry, who is looking a little distracted. "Too many clothes."

Harry takes a moment to gather himself, gets up and peels down to his birthday suit, while the witches continue to entertain themselves.

Harry continues watching, entranced, "Are you enjoying the show?" Chastity asks a little later.

"Yes." Harry gets up and stretches. "Let's move this party to the bedroom. I want in."

They step back from each other a bit. "Sure. Want to carry her?" Rose offers. Harry nods and picks up Chastity in an easy bridal carry. Chastity eeps, laughing and Rose walks ahead. "One thing. Chazz is the guest, so she's the first one to come."

"No complaints from me," Chastity adds, reaching up and nibbling on Harry's ear.

"Hey! I could drop you."

Rose giggles. "Play nice, children."

Harry places Chastity gently on their bed and lies next to her. Rose climbs on top of both of them and begins a horizontal three-way snog, where two kiss, while three pairs of hands roam around. A minute later, Chastity decides to ditch the pinafore.

Harry and Rose sit side-by-side on the bed, staring at Chastity while she strips. She ends up in her white thigh highs. Creamy white skin, flat stomach, tiny waist, high B-cups, galleon sized aureoles with pink nipples. A tiny sowilo tattoo to the left of her mons. A nice thigh gap and a pretty slit with a trimmed triangle of pale hair on top. There's a moment of silence, where Chastity is waiting for a reaction. Rose elbows Harry on the ribs and breaks the silence. "Gorgeous, hmm?" It's been years since Rose saw Chastity in all her glory, and, in the meantime, a beautiful teen had matured into a wet dream of a woman.

"Hm." It's about all Harry can articulate.

Rose snickers. "I think you broke him."

"Rosie..."

"Never mind. He'll catch up eventually." She pushes Harry to lie down, flagpole standing to attention.

Chastity stands there, staring at it, frowning. "It's big, isn't it?"

"Biggish." Rose is not about to tell Chastity that little Harry's size and shape is adjustable. Better leave a few surprises for her to discover. Rose notices Chastity's hesitation. "It's all yours, baby."

"Er..."

Harry turns towards Chastity. "Do you want me on top?"

"No!" Chastity pushes Harry back down and straddles him. Rose, slightly worried about her hesitation, decides to work at it a little. She helps Chastity to align things, and guides Harry in. Chastity is more than ready, and Harry slides in easily, with a pleased moan from both of her partners. Still, Chastity seems a little hesitant, so Rose straddles Harry behind her, kisses her neck and shoulders and, with her hands on Chastity's hips, helps her find a nice slow rhythm, mixing back-and-forth with her core muscles and up-and-down with her thighs. Once that's going properly, with the subtle encouragement of Harry's supporting hip motion, Rose caresses Chastity's breasts, giving Harry a nice visual.

Faster, then slower, then longer strokes and then fast again. Rose lets Harry control the rhythm, as he is a master of timing. Eventually, she sees his orgasm building up behind his eyes, and Chastity's in the tightness of her back muscles. The blonde arches back, a low keening sound coming from deep in her throat. Rose pinches her nipples, hard but without twisting. The girl likes a bit of pain with her pleasure. Harry calls her name, as the keening stops and she buckles hard a few times,

Chastity is a cuddler, and she puddles herself in Harry's right arm, ready for a little doze. Harry's eyes seek Rose's, gleaming a soft emerald, his magic pulsing with his moment of loss of control. His magic, loose like this, is the best aphrodisiac. He is still nearly erect, so Rose climbs up, going for a reverse cowgirl with her knees on his thighs and her hands flat against his hard abdomen. She arches her back, finding the right angle, and goes for short, fast strokes. She is short triggered at this point, and She doesn't want to wait for him to come again. She gets off, finishes him off with hand and mouth and cuddles tight against Chastity, ready for a doze of her own.

A few minutes later, they go for a slow second round, double cowgirl, where Chastity learns about Harry's tireless, agile tongue. It all ends with three lovers thoroughly satisfied and in deep slumber.

AN: This was supposed to be the last chapter, but the OC got frisky and demanded a little attention. Next, a relationship talk with the trio, a little Greek Island sojourn, Yule at the Burrow and the Epilogue.