Harry and Hermione moved into the French Potter Villa just a month before Beauxbatons. The Villa was large and lavish, sporting five bedrooms, a vast dining hall, a well-stocked kitchen run by House Elves, and a vast library.
Hermione watched with lust in her eyes as Harry and Amelia fucked on the bed beside her. Amelia was moaning like a cheap whore as Harry plowed her fields. Hermione fingered herself as she imagined Harry doing the same to her. Being the plaything of Harry Fucking Potter had indeed given Amelia some humility, a fact that pleased the Minister very much. Harry had Amelia on a tight leash, and she was no longer free to give her superiors a hard time. Amelia still couldn't properly sit down because of the time Harry sodomized her for seventeen straight hours as punishment for getting into it with Fudge again.
The Black Sisters had taken to the lavish Villa like fishes to water. The blood-traitor Andromeda and her whore of a daughter were still in the dungeon being whipped into submission by Bella and Cissy. Harry chuckled to himself as he imagined Bella laughing as she tortured her traitorous sister while Narcissa brought her whip to bare on her niece. As Amelia writhed beneath him, bringing him out of his revere, Harry almost wished that he was in the dungeon watching the torture of the blood-traitor and her daughter. Harry had given allowance to all forms of torture, up to and including the cruciatus.
As Harry drifted off to sleep, still clutching tightly to Amelia's tender form, he thanked God for the life that he now led.
The next morning, Harry was sodomizing Hermione as she propped herself up to read her school books. The bookworm's concentration was pushed to her limit as her ass was railed by her master. She was just about to give up reading entirely as Harry released his load into her rectum. Her concentration was once again tested as her master pushed into her pussy. Harry found Hermione's devotion to the written word to be quite troublesome, as he wanted her devotion to be his completely. "If you don't put the book down and focus on the task at hand, I'm going to confiscate every book you own." Hermione, paling at the threat, hastily threw down her book and begun paying attention to the glorious pleasure that her master was giving her. "As it stands, you are completely forbidden from reading until school starts. You are only allowed to focus on the pleasure that you give me and your fellow slaves."
Harry decided to hide his bookworm's reading material away. He also took to keeping the doors to the library locked unless he was in there.
The month prior to the start of school was one of wonderful pleasure and exploring. Harry and Hermione took to practicing their spells with the goblin-forged Mythril knives that they had purchased in Knockturne Alley. On more than one occasion, they returned to Knockturne to restock their supplies and have their knives sharpened.
At the moment, Hermione rushed Harry, attacking with her Katana, as Harry was forced to deflect with his knife focus. Hermione's assault was devastating, Harry being pushed to his limits as he struggled to defend against the barrage of strikes. When Hermione drew first blood, Harry sheathed his knife and drew his rapier. The duo continued fighting, their swords clashing time after time as they continued the dance of death. Harry, with his small rapier, had the advantage in speed. While Hermione, with her larger Katana, had the advantage in shear striking power. Hermione managed to land a few more non-lethal blows, with Harry only managing to cut her once. Sheathing his rapier, he drew his trusty Claymore. Now wielding the heavier blade and still maintaining superior speed, Harry pressed his advantage, cutting thru Hermione's defenses and wounding her critically, slowing her down a bit. Hermione, not liking how the fight was headed, quickly sheathed her Katana and drew her trusty longsword.
Once again possessing superior reach, Hermione went on the attack, attempting to slice thru Harry's guard. Harry's defense held, as his sturdy Claymore parried Hermione's lighter sword. Hermione was lightning fast as she assaulted Harry's guard, getting more and more frustrated as his Claymore deflected her longsword again and again. Hermione's frustration hit a fever pitch, so she sheathed her longsword and drew her own Mythril knife along with her hunting knife in the off-hand. Hermione's countenance grew dark as she assaulted her lover with a flurry of strikes, slashing thru his guard and burying her hunting knife into his shoulder blade, causing his hold on the Claymore to falter. As he dropped his trusty sword, Hermione, smelling victory, buried her mythril knife into his ribcage, wounding him severely.
Filled with concern for her lover, Hermione called a house elf. "Get Chloe, Harry needs medical attention." The elf bowed and popped away, returning with the vampire an instant later.
"Harry," the vampire screamed, as she saw her lover bleeding on the floor. Chloe knew that Harry wouldn't die, being a vampire/lycan hybrid himself, but she was still worried. "Elf," she ordered, "get Regan and Lucy." The elf bowed to the vampire and popped away, returning with the goblin and lycan an instant later.
"Harry," Regan whimpered, "what happened to him?"
"He and Mistress were sparring and Mistress went overboard," replied Chloe. "She impaled him with her focus. It is a knife, goblin-forged, Mythril." Lucy swallowed in horror.
"How the hell is he still alive?" demanded Lucy. "Mythril is as poisonous to Lycans as Silver is to Werewolves." Regan paled and Chloe bowed her head and prayed for her master's recovery.
"It doesn't matter how," snapped Chloe. "What matters is that our master is still alive and he requires our immediate attention."
Regan immediately pulled the knife out of her master and returned it to her mistress. "How could you do that to him, Mistress? The master loves you with his entire heart and trusts you completely. How could you stab him with an object that could kill him?"
"How was I supposed to know that?" snapped Hermione. "I've only been part-Lycan for a few days. Lucy never informed me of Lycans having weaknesses." Regan hung her head, ashamed that she went off on her mistress, who was just as stressed about the situation as she.
"Regan, coat his wound with saliva so that it will heal," ordered Chloe. Regan tentatively licked her master's wound, causing him to laugh.
"It tickles, Regan," said Harry. Regan kept licking until his wound was entirely healed. She then hugged her master, who responded by kissing her lovingly. "I love you, Regan."
"I love you too, master," replied Regan.
"Even if I'm just using you for your sexy green body?" asked Harry.
"Even then," replied Regan softly, as she fell asleep against her master. Harry carried Regan back to his bedroom before snuggling into bed with his sexy green goblin.
