Harry was currently engaged in a heavy and very heated tongue battle with his girlfriend. She had set something on his desk in his hideaway and then tackled him onto the chair. Her tongue had pushed between his lips and he was startled for a moment before he tried to battle her back. He was cupping her rear through the skirt she wore and her breast through many layers of Hogwarts' uniform.
She was also grinding herself against his groin, making him flush at the feel. And when he got hard, she just pressed herself against him harder, more eagerly.
He pulled back for air, sucking in a deep breath. "Millie, we need to settle down…" He remembered what the twins had said. "Chasity wards." He breathed out raggedly. He didn't need to explain to Pomfrey why they were both seeing her.
Millicent removed the vest that was required of the Hogwarts uniform. She yanked her tie off and tossed both to the side carelessly. "Disruption Rune in the room keeps the Chasity Wards from covering us. Slytherin Sweetie, we've known ways around it for decades." She rocked herself on him harder, her breathing hitching.
Harry glanced up at his very lustful girlfriend. He could see her breasts heave in her bra and in the thin blouse. He bit his lip a moment. He was so nervous, so worried about what came next. But Millicent, she… she needed him. They weren't ready for sex, but she needed him to do more.
Harry removed his vest and quickly divested himself of his tie and shirt as well. Her crystal blue eyes widened when he started on her blouse. He pushed it open to reveal a purple bra with black lace covering her cleavage. Her movements in his lap stilled. "Help me out?" He asked as he reached behind her.
Millicent nodded and licked her pink lips. She pressed Harry's head against her breasts and leaned against him some more. She reached behind her and helped his hands find the clasps. "Metal hooks. Push the two ends of the clasp towards each other to unclasp the hooks properly." She instructed. One hand tangled with his messy hair.
Harry fiddled with the clasp where he couldn't see. How did she put the thing on every day? But with his face pressed into the soft flesh of her breasts, he kissed and nipped at her skin, sucking as well. She gave soft sounds of pleasure for him, sounds he loved hearing. Finally he got the clasp to release and her bra went slack.
She leaned back a moment and brought both hands to her shoulders. She pushed the straps from her shoulders and her face flushed all the way down to her collar bones. She pushed the bra down from her breasts and covered her breasts with her hands. Millicent was understandably shy. No other boy had seen her breasts, bra clad or bare.
Harry sat up and kissed her neck and jaw. "Show me." He whispered to her. He was just as nervous as she was, but for her he mustered his courage. He knew she had been patient with him, and the effects of that lustful spell was still in her system. She just couldn't tell Madam Pomfrey unfortunately.
Millicent pushed Harry back into his chair and covered her bust with one arm a moment as she used the other to remove the bra from her arms. Then she flushed some more and moved both arms to his shoulders to hold him. "That bra is a 38E." she whispered.
Harry looked to her impressive bust, so large and, as he could attest to, soft. So full. They had a slight sag to them, but Harry knew she had the clothes to support them properly so they weren't sagging too much. The areola to her breasts were a dusky color and they were capped with thick pink nipples that were standing hard. He estimated them to be about as big the nail of his smallest finger in length.
He glanced up to her eyes. He could see so much in them expressive blue eyes. Worry, fear, desire, hope, longing. She was worried he didn't like them. Well, he would show her. He cupped her left one, making her gasp softly. "They're beautiful." He told her.
He then bent in and swirled his tongue over her nipple. Her resulting gasp sounded in the room and Harry clasped his mouth around her nipple. He sucked gently, worried he might be doing it wrong. But her hand tangled in his hair and finger nails scratching his scalp. He sucked more, trying to fit more of her breast in his mouth.
"Harry." His girlfriend gave a sweet whine for him, tantalizing.
Harry drew off. "Do you trust me Millie?" He asked her softly. He wanted to do more for her.
Millicent breathed out heavily and nodded. "Without a doubt." She said breathlessly.
"Back to me." Harry said softly. His eyes shone with his own desires, a light that made things in Millicent hot and tight and wet.
She turned in his lap so her rear was pressed against him. She wiggled a little bit, feeling his hardness. She looked over her shoulder, giving him a saucy wink. "Never took you for an arse man, Harry." She wiggled more.
Harry smiled to her and kissed her bare spine. "Yours? Always." He assured her, getting her to blush again. His hands then went to her waist and the gray skirt. More importantly, the button there. He undid it and he watched her eyes widen. "Trust me?"
Millicent nodded softly and lifted her hips up to help him undo the skirt. He pushed it down and even pushed the matching purple thong down. She moved her hands to hide womanhood. She was usually used to being the take charge one in the relationship, but Harry was taking charge and it was making her feel modest.
And hornier. Gods, this was going to plague her dreams.
Harry moved a hand over her toned stomach. There was nothing flat about it. Her stomach had the makings of a six pack. He could even make out the edges of the abdominal muscles. He eased it lower until his hand touched hers. "Millie, may I?" he asked her softly.
Millicent's eyes widened but she nodded. She spread her legs a bit and moved a hand away. She flushed a bit more. She kept herself clean and such, but would Harry not like the small triangle of hair over her womanhood? She sucked her breath in when his other hand came up to her large breast, fingers sinking in and squeezing. The other hand brushed over her pubic hair and moved towards her swollen and slick labia.
She gasped and let out a throaty moan as he began to rub at her folds. Her hips gave an involuntary jerk. "Harry!" she breathed out in a high pitched and breathy voice. Her hips bucked as he rubbed her more and slowly began to work a finger inside of her.
She reached behind her, over her shoulder, to grab Harry's hair again. "Yes… Yes… Deeper… Another finger." She gasped as a second finger worked into her. She was slick and gushed around his fingers. She stained her thighs with her juices.
And his hand on her breast toyed with her nipple, flicking his fingers over it and rolling it between his fingers. She wiggled and writhed on him, and she rocked her hips up. She gave a whimper as she grind her clit against his palm. "Faster… faster…" She couldn't believe the boldness of her man.
It didn't take long for her to orgasm, screaming Harry's name as her hips bucked and her eyes rolled up into her head at the intenseness of the orgasm.
-Scene Break-
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore leaned back into the chair in his office, popping a lemon drop inside of his mouth as he thought about the most recent developments that had occurred in his school. They were developments that he needed to decide if they were good things or not, and frankly he wasn't entirely certain if they were.
The first of which, Harry had made a friend in another house, in Slytherin House nonetheless. School unity was very important, and the fact that such a public figure as Harry Potter made a friend within arguably the darkest of the four houses, it was a grand step in the right direction of tearing down the walls of the petty arguments between the houses.
But Harry claimed the girl to be more than a friend. That had been quite a surprise when he found out from Severus. While he didn't necessarily disapprove of the coupling, Dumbledore had hoped that Harry would find a more light oriented witch to get with, one that might help Harry lean towards the Light. Young Ginerva Weasley came to mind for such.
Not the daughter of Khaleen and Boris Bullstrode. While her parentage wasn't an issue, he was quite happy to see someone less than Pure Blood making it into Slytherin, it was who her parents were that were an issue for Dumbledore.
Boris was a shrewd man of the law with a tongue as sharp as his wit. No doubt the man was already looking into some of Dumbledore's past decisions regarding Harry Potter. And while Dumbledore was certain he hadn't broken any laws, he had undoubtedly bended quite a few in his favor. And Boris would likely bend them back in his favor.
Harry's placement with the Dursley Family came to mind.
Not illegal. James and Lily did not have a will. They had been in the process of finalizing it when they were attacked, and all that had been left legible of it had been Lily's signature and the seal of the Ministry Department of Wills. In an ideal world, Sirius would have gotten young Harry to raise, but Dumbledore feared that Sirius may have betrayed his friends.
He too had been duped by Pettigrew's actions, shamed as he was to admit it.
So, fearing Sirius would finish what Voldemort had started, Dumbledore had gotten Harry to the Dursley family and erected the wards. He enacted an old law about orphans and that they were to go to a blood relative before anyone else.
But Sirius had a legitimate blood claim like the Dursley family did. Sirius was related to Dorea Black, who married Charlus Potter. And being of Black Blood, Sirius really could have claimed Harry like that. His Right would have been greater than someone like Narcissa or worse Bellatrix. Sirius was closer related to Dorea than the two sisters.
Khaleen was another problem entirely. She was the type to not wait for the law, to simple act on what she felt was right. And if she felt like Harry was family due to the closeness of her daughter with Harry, then Dumbledore knew that if anything bad were to happen to Harry, heads would roll. Literally.
A half-blooded orc with a double bladed battle axe was nothing to scoff at. And while she may not have had enough magic as a Witch to study at Hogwarts, she was still quite powerful in her own right magically.
During his time at the ICW, Bulgaria and Guatemala had both banned Khaleen from operating within their borders, either herself, or the Private Military Contractors she had formed named The Crows. She was a loose cannon at best, and hardly the ideal grandmother for the future of the Wizarding World.
And Dumbledore believed it was a strong possibility that Harry and Millicent would have children someday.
But the next thing to happen that resulted from that relationship was Harry becoming Head of his House. Dumbledore saw the ring on Harry's finger with every relation. On one hand, Harry was a particularly vocal wizard with pro-light leanings. He could be the lynchpin to actually getting equal rights for the Muggleborn. On the other hand, Harry wouldn't take his advice. Harry considered his advice, which wasn't necessarily bad, but Harry didn't yet understand the ins and outs of politics.
And then once they got to Hogwarts, the couple had begun to rock the boat. Dumbledore had instructed the Professors to inform Harry to keep his head down and his nose clean. He fully expected Harry to do just that with Umbridge there. Keep his head down, keep his nose clean, and prepare the best he could.
Yet Harry and Millicent rocked the boat so hard, waves formed.
The first point of contention had been between the couple and Severus. On one hand, he applauded them for standing up to the man and promoting the mixing of House. On the other hand, he was appalled by the lack of respect in which they did so.
Then came the point with Umbridge herself. She had wrote to Cornelius of course, as well as the Board of Governors. But they could not change the Charter, even if they made it a 'requirement' to attend the class. Some of the students followed Harry and Millicent, in fact for a time many of them did. But when Umbridge became 'High Inquisitor' many of them fell back to her class, trying to keep their heads down.
Still, more than Harry and Millicent continued to rock the boat with their refusal and the waves kept getting bigger.
Umbridge had attempted to get Remus banned from the castle, which both worked and didn't. Harry had that wonderful little map of his and snuck out to Hogsmead to the Shrieking Shack where he and Millicent both continued to receive learning from Remus.
And now most recently the expulsion, and awaiting trial, of Draco Malfoy.
Dumbledore had truly believed that the young Mr. Malfoy did not cast the Cruciatus Curse upon Millicent Bullstrode. He had.
But Millicent said the same thing that the eldest Greengrass daughter had said. Ms. Davis had said it as well once she recovered from her concussion. But perhaps the most damning evidence was the body scans Madam Pomfrey had performed on Millicent, confirming the usage of the curse upon her body.
Nerve damage, muscle spasms, minor fractures throughout the skeletal system were just some of the damage the curse caused.
And so, Dumbledore had no choice but to believe Draco had cast the spell and to expel Draco. He could not allow such a person among the other students. It was one thing with Alastor, or the Fake Alastor, last year when the spells were performed upon spiders. It was done in a controlled way, and the Real Alastor held a similar class for Aurors, or did before he retired. Including the use of the Imperius Curse
It was a bit much for students at Hogwarts, but not too bad. But to actually use a Torture Curse on a student?
No. Even Dumbledore could not sweep that under the rug. The Aurors had come and taken Draco away to a holding cell at the Ministry. He stroked his beard softly, wondering if he was going to have to deal with the wrath of Khaleen or Boris when they found out.
He wasn't sure which would be better.
The Flames roared of his fire place and he watched as Lucius Malfoy stepped through. "Mister Malfoy, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Dumbledore looked forward to the conversation if he was honest. Simply because he'd get to nettle Lucius and get away with it scot free.
"I've come to find out about this farce regarding my son." Lucius said venomously. "A student with some of the highest grades of his class, and he is expelled and put in a holding cell? What sort of Headmaster are you to allow such a trivial thing as a school yard fight escalate so far? Even if my son were the instigator, which I refuse to believe he is, there has been no prior offense."
Dumbledore thought this might happen. It was why he let Minerva go straight to Amelia with the information. He was not in the good graces of Amelia Bones, and he knew it. As with Boris, he toed the line of the law too much for her.
"Were it so, I wouldn't have any problems with allowing Mr. Malfoy to return to classes, serve his detentions with Minerva, and be done with it. However," Dumbledore said with a slight smile that he soon schooled. He so enjoyed nettling Tom, and while he couldn't really do it through Severus, his actions often could, and no doubt Lucius would go to Tom regarding this. "Mr. Malfoy performed an illegal curse, Lucius. He performed the Cruciatus Curse on a fellow classmate, and Madam Pomfrey has confirmed the damage done."
"Then she has made a mistake!" Lucius stamped his cane on the ground.
Dumbledore pinned Lucius with a hard look. "She doesn't make mistakes." He said bluntly. "I would not have hired her twenty years ago if she did. She comes with a glowing recommendation from Saint Mungo's with Ten years' experience behind her and a Potion's Mastery that would put Severus' to shame. She has done more in the past twenty years in the Hospital Wing than her predecessors for the past hundred and fifty years. She doesn't make mistakes, Lucius. Your son used an illegal curse on a human being, a crime that carries a lifetime sentence to Azkaban. His trial is in a week from my understanding. Perhaps you should better screen who the boy is around." Dumbledore of course meant Tom.
Boris Bullstrode had excused himself from the trial, being entirely too close to the victim in question.
Lucius grit his teeth audible. "And Crabbe and Goyle?" he asked.
"Suspended on assault with a potentially lethal weapon." Dumbledore said. "A beater's bat is no joking matter either. They're designed to take the weight of a ball made of leather and iron. Again, these are serious charges and I will take them seriously." Especially with the vast amount of evidence piled on him. They weren't rumors. The girls had taken damage, and Draco's wand had shown the last spells he had cast.
Dumbledore thought Lucius might crack a tooth with as hard as he was grinding them. The man raised his chin and sneered. "I will have to arrange an advocate for my son." He turned on his heel and walked to the Floo to leave.
He was about to pop another lemon drop into his mouth and enjoy the taste of it when his door swung open. He paused at the sight of Delores Umbridge and Cornelius Fudge. "Professor, Minister." Dumbledore said politely to the two of them. Perhaps he could nettle three people that he was currently very unhappy with.
"Hello Headmaster." Cornelius said. He looked entirely too peached with himself in Dumbledore's opinion. "Might you assist us in finding Harry Potter?" He asked.
Dumbledore sat up. "Whatever for Minister?" He asked. He knew precisely where Harry, and Millicent for that matter, were at. The young couple had sequestered themselves off to Harry's private spot. Dumbledore knew they were likely getting rather… physical, but he doubted it would push too far.
Besides, Hogwarts' Chasity Wards were still in place. Call him old fashioned, but he believed the students too young for such activities.
"It has come to my attention that Mr. Potter has refused to return to my classes, even after it has been mandatory. He has failed to show for any of the detentions I have given him, and he has so blatantly assaulted a student in Draco Malfoy. Dreadful thing that." Umbridge said.
"Yes, dreadful." Dumbledore said. "Dreadful that Mr. Malfoy had cursed such a promising student as Ms. Bullstrode, I hear she's planning to take after her father and enter law." He was pleased to see the two wince slightly.
Boris' tongue was sharp indeed.
"Sticky business that," Cornelius said, rotating his bowler hat. "Draco was always such a mild tempered young man, perhaps he was under the Imperius curse."
Dumbledore shook his head. "I considerably doubt it Minister. No student at Hogwarts has the strength or fortitude for such a difficult spell, and none of my staff would even consider such an action." Except maybe Severus, but Dumbledore doubted he'd do it to his own godson.
More as likely to teach it unfortunately.
"It's my belief that we should make an example of Mister Potter, trouble maker that he is." Delores said. "Snap his wand and expel him. Assaulting a student? Tut tut. That should not be allowed to happen Headmaster. And Mr. Potter had no reason to know what Mr. Malfoy had done yet."
Dumbledore was almost gleeful. He would in fact get to nettle two more people he was displeased with. "If that is how you feel, Delores, I will not impede you. As I'm to understand it, one of the most recent Educational Decrees gives you that power." He offered a benign smile. "But I must recommend against it strongly. Very strongly."
"Trying to protect your Golden Boy again Dumbledore?" Cornelius asked with a sour note to his voice.
"Should you expel Mr. Potter, word will get out." Dumbledore said. "Especially should something unfortunate happen to him. And those involved in the incident will speak out of course. The press will have a field day with you expelling Mr. Potter for defending his friend. Of course, I don't doubt you'll put a particular spin on it. But then you'll attract the likes of Boris Bullstrode who will not take slanderous lies when it comes to his daughter. I don't need to remind you of when Alexander Flint tried to pass a bill to keep quarter 'creatures' and more out of Hogwarts. And that's not even taking into the fact that Mr. Potter and Ms. Bullstrode are romantically involved."
Dumbledore leaned in, lacing his fingers together and looking at Delores over the half-moon spectacles. "Unless you want to explain to Khaleen Bullstrode why her daughter's romantic interest was expelled for defending her."
Delores looked absolutely green at the thought. Dumbledore wondered if it was Khaleen's reputation or if it had to do with the Half-Orc woman's mixed race. Dumbledore found Khaleen a wonderful woman to speak with when she wasn't angry.
"Come on Delores, I think it may be best for Potter to remain here. At least here you can watch and mitigate some of his trouble maker attitude." Cornelius said before beginning to lead Delores away.
Dumbledore leaned back and took another lemon drop before he sat forward and started to write out a letter. While he doubted Harry, or Millicent, trusted him, perhaps he could stay out of the black books of Khaleen and Boris.
-Scene Break-
Harry walked with Millicent, Ron, and Hermione through Hogsmeade. It was just before the holidays in December. And while Ron put Hermione and Harry between himself and Millicent, he was at least there. Even if he stayed silent whenever she spoke.
Millicent didn't care. She just cuddled to Harry's left side. They were enjoying themselves really. Bundled up in the cold, they were hanging out and just enjoying being together. Even if Millicent wasn't exactly pleased or happy with Ron there, she could at least tolerate him.
Hermione broke ahead after a moment and turned. "Harry, could we meet with a few people?" she asked. She seemed nervous about something and it immediately put Harry on edge. "I asked them to meet at the Shrieking Shack."
Harry, Millicent, and even Lupin had taken to cleaning it up and getting it serviceable as a place where Remus could teach Harry and Millicent.
Harry sighed and nodded. "Alright, we can meet them." He said.
And so the quartet went up to the Shrieking Shack and went in. Harry's eyes widened. A few people turned out to be most of Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, with Tracey Davis, Daphne Greengrass, and Astoria Greengrass near the door.
Harry rounded on Hermione already angry. "Damn it Hermione! I said no to teaching some defense study!" he shouted at her. "This is just like third year all over again, you get an idea into your head and you just keep going until you get your way without taking my side into consideration!"
Harry raked a hand through his hair and stared at the bushy haired girl that looked about ready to cry. Ron was about to start saying something but Harry exploded out again. "Just like with the Firebolt in third year, you go behind my back and do as you damned well please. And just like then, there's no talking to me about it. I'm not stupid, I'm not illogical Hermione. I knew what would bloody well happen if word got out that I was teaching some defense group."
"Hey, lay off of her." Ron said finally. "Ever since you've been hanging out with the Slytherin's-"
"Finish that sentence Ron, and my fist is going to be intimately acquainted with your jaw." There was a general inhale about the cramped room at Harry's words. "My grandmother was a Slytherin Alumni. Dorea Potter nee Black. So before you go insulting my heritage, shut your mouth." Harry was getting tired of Ron's prejudice towards his friends. "Ron, mate, I've enjoyed our friendship despite the ups and downs. You've kept a lot of the vultures away and I appreciate it. But the prejudice needs to stop. Malfoy was a right cunt, but we need to grow up."
Harry turned away from the stunned Ron and placed his fingers in his mouth to whistle over the low murmurs from people. "Alright! I have a question for everyone. Who here is here to determine if I'm a nutter or not?" He asked bluntly. "Don't worry, I won't take offense to it."
There were more than a few hands that went up, even from some of the lower years in Gryffindor.
"Right. Who here is to hear about Cedric's death?" Again, several hands went up, including a slow one from Cho Chang. "Excellent. One last question. Who here is expecting to learn a bunch of advanced magic?" There were a few more hands.
Harry nodded his head and took note of who hadn't raised their hands at his questions. "Luna, Cho, Padma, Colin, Dennis, Fred, George, Katie, Angelina, Alicia, Lee, Ginny, Neville, Parvarti, Susan, Hannah, Daphne, Tracey, Astoria," Harry rattled off more names from the various houses' lower years. No more than thirty people out of the hundred or so people cramped into the lower part of the Shrieking Shack. "You guys can stay. The rest of you, get out." Harry said bluntly. "I won't attempt to sway your opinion of me. You've already formed it, I don't care enough to change it.
"Those wanting to know about Cedric? Ask Cho when she leaves. I'll tell her what happened because she deserves it. If she doesn't want to tell, drop it. You're disrespecting his memory and that I will take offense to." Harry stepped outside and held the door open, letting the cold air into the building.
People began to file out, giving him dirty looks and some even giving some mutters. Harry didn't care though. He was done. He was done being the Gryffindor Golden Boy that was to be prim and proper and give in to everyone. In this matter, he was being selfish.
Harry stepped back in once everyone was gone. He went over to Cho. "Come on, I'll tell you privately." He said.
He took her into the kitchen to tell her what happened, and when it was over she almost rushed out crying, no doubt needing to get somewhere where she could just breakdown.
He came out to the thirty or so students. "Right. Listen up. I won't be teaching you guys. I'm sorry, I understand that we're stuck with Umbridge and I'm sorry about that. But we've all been there before. Just look at Lockhart. I know some of us are in N.E.W.T. and some of us are in O.W.L. but we'll manage. I'll talk with my tutor and see if he's willing to take on a class of thirty, maybe forty, but you will have to manage to come up with payments for him on your own. And don't let him tell you no to paying him. Even if it's just five galleons a lesson, it helps."
Thankfully the rest of them took his words for what they were. He was genuinely apologetic about it, but he was also pissed that Hermione attempted to wrangle him into it anyways.
Daphne approached with Tracey after a moment and Harry looked down to the petite little blonde. Millicent said she was dangerous, and so he treated her as a viper that was coiled up and ready to strike. He'd be respectful to it, but he wasn't going to fear it. If he didn't piss it off, he'd be fine.
She smirked slightly. "Impressive Potter. Seems Bullstrode has instilled a spine in you from what I'm used to."
Harry shrugged a bit. "We've been good to each other." He was amazed that he managed to say that without a blush.
Daphne straightened up a bit more and inhaled a bit. A pained look came across her face. "I am…" she grit her teeth and lowered her voice some. "I would like to offer my services as a concubine for what you have done. By rushing to Bullstrode's aid, you saved Tracey and I. Snape seemed murderous, but he can't do anything without looking like a sympathizer in what Malfoy attempted."
It took Harry a moment to register the blonde's words. "You what?" He asked stunned. It was… revolting to him. Not a pretty girl, but how she acted as though it was expected of her.
"Most concubine services last until two children a borne from the union, but I would…" She grit her teeth. "I would give you more if you required it, Milord."
"No." Harry said firmly. He saw Daphne look genuinely surprised. "No." he repeated with a hint of anger. Not at her, at the situation. "You don't barter yourself like that. Ever. And Millie would kill me if I even thought of accepting. It's barbaric."
"It's tradition." Daphne hissed, scandalized.
"It's also foolish." Harry said. "I can respect tradition, I really can. But can you honestly say that you would be comfortable with that? That you could justify doing that to Millie or even Tracey?" He asked in a low tone.
Daphne recoiled like she had been struck and she leaned in more. "How did you find that out Potter?" she hissed. "I swear, if Bullstrode said anything."
Harry shook his head. "I people watch." He explained. "I watch people, learn them. It's a recent hobby of mine since Boris took me one time. It's not meant to be rude or anything, but I see how you look at Tracey. She's your entire world. You'd do anything for her. Case in point what you've almost tried to do." He said.
Daphne looked at him, her blue eyes searching his for a moment. "Keep this between us, please Potter. Tracey doesn't know, and I didn't want to broach it with Millicent yet. But what you've done… it is bigger than you think. I owe you my life. If Malfoy hadn't been handled, he would have made life in the dorms hell."
Harry inclined his head to the petite blonde. "Besides, with all respect, you're not my type Daphne. Not enough meat."
Daphne laughed at that but moved away to go join Tracey. Millicent glanced over at him and gave him a questioning look. He shook his head a bit, he'd tell her later. He didn't want there to be secrets between him and Millicent and frankly she deserved to know.
Harry moved over to Fred and George who lingered. "Hey guys. Got a moment?" he asked them.
The twins turned to look at Harry. "For you Harry? Always." George said.
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a rune stone. "Look, I didn't give it to you guys." He said. "It's deactivated, but I know you both took Ancient Runes so I'm sure you'll figure it out."
Fred picked it up and began to examine it with a critical eye. He arched an eyebrow. "Harrykins, what have you been getting up to?" He asked in a teasing tone.
"I can take it back before you two can put it away." Harry said in an even tone. "I've had to catch smaller that moved faster. Millie said it was okay to give it to you guys."
Fred zipped his mouth and tossed the key away as he tucked the rune stone away. He offered a brilliant grin.
"Thanks Harry." George said in a low tone. "Gives me an idea for a product in the shop that we'll keep restricted to the older students." He winked.
"Just… don't ask. Okay guys? Millie got hit with some pretty rough stuff in the fight." Harry said. He didn't want to tell them how close he and his girlfriend had been to having sex because of a spell. It should be because they wanted to do it instead.
"Our silent benefactor strikes again." George said with a grin.
Harry shook his head and went to go stand over with Millicent. He offered an arm and felt her slip her arm through his. He then walked with her out into Hogsmeade proper. He was happy to have her.
-Chapter End-
A/N: Well this is a thing. I didn't necessarily like it except for maybe the first part. But I'm an old hand at writing erotica/smut so I had no difficulties there.
Next chapter should be interesting when I bring in Khaleen properly.
