[AN: Hi All, Sorry for the long lag between updates, I've had a lot to do recently. My wedding was this last Friday, (It was EXCELLENT!), so with all the last minute plans , I didn't have a lot of time to write. But now that I'm happily married I will be returning to my regularly scheduled updates of STTS and all my other stories. Thank you for waiting patiently, and thank you for all the reviews thus far. I would like to have reviews continued, as this story is heating up in the fact that we're nearing the final chapters. I project that this will only continue for an additional 4 chapters, as of chapter six. Things are coming to a head, and I hope you enjoy.

Chapter VI: Attractus Amor Sempiternum

Harry woke up suddenly and found himself still latched onto Hermione, but Draco was not in bed any longer. Harry for some reason felt extremely uneasy and lumbered out of bed silently and quickly made sure he knew where his wand was. He got into his newly summoned robes rather quickly and scanned the room for Draco. Harry was quick to find Draco had to be clothed, since he was no longer visible in the room of requirement.

"Maybe he was just busy…" Harry said sadly, disappointed in the fact that he couldn't have kissed Draco goodbye.

Harry left Hermione behind with a note saying where she could find him later, and went out to settle the score with Romilda Vane. His pace was fast as faces flowed past him, faster than the passings and rushing of rivers. His wand was clutched in his hand and he worked his way up to the Gryffindor Common room. He presented the "Doxie Egg" password and strode forward with purpose into the Common Room. Ginny's friendly face turned to one of shock as he completely ignored her as she said hello.

He turned in realization, as he came to understand (by process of falling down the steps) that boys couldn't scale the girl's dormitory staircases. He turned to Lavender Brown, who was giggling at his attempts.

"Lavender, please go get Romilda for me, I need to see her." Harry requested, and she was all too happy to oblige Harry.

Harry scaled the stairs to the boy's dormitories and was pleased to discover that the room was totally vacant, and with a flick of his wand he cast a silencing charm. He tucked his wand up the sleeve of his black robe and waited for Romilda to join him.

The door opened slowly, and Romilda proceeded into the room, where her dark eyes met with Harry's. Her eyes were curious, while Harry's were full of passionate fury. He withdrew his wand as soon as the door had closed. "Colloportus!" He shouted and Romilda jumped back in surprise, landing against the wall.

"Romilda." Harry started, approaching her, arms swaying dangerously from side to side, his knuckles white with pressure from holding onto the wand.

"Harry…" She muttered, eyes shamefully falling to the floor.

"Look at me." It was no request, it was a direct order. Harry felt furious at her, knowing what she had done. "Why did you do it? Don't you dare lie to me Romilda."

She clutched each hand with the other and looked afraid as she lifted her head. "I wanted you, and you didn't want me."

"You raped me Romilda. Do you realize that?" He spoke coldly, as he put the wand tip under her nose.

"I didn't rape you."

"You did. You led me to believe I was fucking someone else."

"I'm sorry…" She said weakly, immediately realizing how foolish she sounded.

"You're not, what reason do you have to be sorry for fucking me? You got what you wanted. I just got used." He looked at her, eyes squinting- trying to memorize every aspect of her face.

"What will you do to me, Harry?" She inquired; lowering herself down the wall, as she fearfully watched his wand.

Harry found himself at a loss, unsure now of just what he had expected from Romilda. She seemed to notice his hesitation and went in for an advance.

"Are you mad at me?" She offered helpfully, surreptitiously unlacing her robe cuffs, hoping to take control of the situation.

"I am, you stole something from me."

"Did I though, Harry? You thought you were doing Malfoy, you were attracted by him and the way he was acting. Guess what, I was the one acting that way, just in Malfoy's form. You were attracted to me, Harry." Romilda bravely moved an inch or so forward, parting her lips, which glistened with a brown shimmer.

Harry looked at her, and considered what she had said. "You misled me."

"The way I've been seeing it, I've not been the only one to mislead you."

"What do you mean by that?" He lowered his wand, mentally going on the defensive whilst his body opened up more.

"Draco, Harry. Haven't you noticed him? Well let me rephrase that, as you've obviously noticed him. His arm, Harry. Didn't you notice while you were fucking him, as I'm sure you have, that his forearm shimmers?"

Harry felt confused, and it was apparent by his twisted expression. "He has no Dark Mark, I've made sure of this, I've looked for it & I've noticed no shimmer, or glamour charm. You can give up on that." Harry said defiantly.

"But, Harry. He does have one. I can prove it." She offered.

Harry nodded to her, eager to prove her wrong. "How will you do that?"

"The potion I used to …seduce…"

"Rape." He said forcefully.

"…regardless, the potion that I used to assume Draco's form. When you saw me then, I had no Dark Mark since the potion works like this: it takes the most recent form of the person you most deeply admire. Since you hadn't yet seen Draco naked, you would have seen a generic form of him. But…since you've surely had relations with him since then, I'll be able to take his true form- without the Glamour Charm in place." She reached into her robes and pulled out the remnants of the Shape shifter Potion. With a wink at Harry she drank it down, and proceeded to transform before his eyes.

Her skin was rippling, and her hair was becoming lighter, he body shifting and shrinking into the form of Draco Malfoy. Harry watched, in disbelief as she started taking off her robes. He felt so much confusion as he watched this spectacle, it felt so dirty to him, knowing that he was not watching Draco himself, but Romilda.

His eyes filled with fright as he saw Romilda expose her temporary forearm, whereon, a black slithering snake and skull was clearly present. Her cold grey eyes found Harry's and she reached out with Draco's arm, and touched his chest. "It's true, Harry. Can't you see it?" She asked through Draco's voice.

"But … no. No Romilda, you're screwing me around." Harry said, head turning from the now impure form of Draco. Harry didn't want to see Draco like that, …not Draco, Romilda. He corrected himself. Draco had turned on him…it really was true. Draco Malfoy…the boy he had fucked several times already, was truly a Death Eater. Random snippets of the days events came back to Harry. It had been so obvious.

He remembered all the toys Draco had described; none of those had been present in the room…hell, had Hermione even been real? Or was she too,a tool of Draco's imagination. Whom had he fucked today? Harry wondered.

"Harry?" Romilda stated, her form magically reverting back to her own body. Harry looked up, surprised as Draco's skin slowly morphed back into the tanned shade of Romilda's. Harry was finding himself breathless as he gazed at Romilda, as he had never seen her truly before.

Her skin was a beautiful olive colour, and her hair was wrapped around the front of her chest, locks falling gracefully on her chest. He noticed her form, how slender she was, how light. He felt himself losing track of himself as Romilda giggled at his staring.

" 's not polite to stare, Harry. Unless you want to own what you see?" She crossed her arms across her chest, and stood cross legged in front of him. "Can you hand me my robes?" She said wryly.

"No. First I want to know, how much do you really know about Draco?"

"He may be a Death Eater, but he's crazy as hell over you. Thanks to this potion I was able to get into the Slytherin Common Room and peek in his diary. Yes, his diary. It doesn't say anything too bad, just that he's liked you for years."

Harry felt thunderstruck, how much damage had Harry done by screwing Draco? Where was Draco now? Was he already passing on Harry's weaknesses to Voldemort?

"Harry, there's an easy way to stop this. In fact, I've already ensured that Draco is going to be in significant trouble. I wrote to his aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange."

"You…you what?"

"Mmmhmm…" She said, trailing a forefinger along her curves. Harry tried his best to ignore her, but he was feeling aroused despite this horrible situation. Romilda smiled knowingly and continued on. "His aunt, she's practically a Death Eater, she'll be able to get Draco in trouble for doing you. He might even lose his life." She said viciously, hoping that Draco would be removed from the picture permanently.

"But if he's a Death Eater,…he's up to something…" Harry said out loud, more to himself than to Romilda.

"And we can figure that out, Dear. He's clearly in the Room of Requirement, doing whatever act he's supposed to. All you need to do, is get Veritaserum, and the next time you have Draco unaware, slip it on him. Pin him down, shackle him, whip the boy, until he tells you the truth. Surely you'll be able to disarm him. Meanwhile, I'll take another draught of this potion, and assume Hermione's identity, as I've confirmed he has very strong feelings for her. Surely, the two of us will be able to seduce the boy well enough for him to reveal his secrets."

Harry nodded, understanding pouring over him. There was his truth, Draco was a Death Eater. Draco was using him. Draco…was … the worlds biggest fuck! Harry shouted out in anger, before crashing down on his bed, fists pounding his pillow.

Romilda walked over to him and sat down next to him, her fingernails rushing down his back. "Don't worry , Harry. We'll get the boy. And , meanwhile…you can get the girl." Romilda whispered into his ear, licking the inside of his curved little ear.

Harry was glad he was lying down, at least that way the erection he was currently possessing was pressing into the bed, instead of the confines of his robes. Romilda began the kiss under his earlobe, and worked her way down his neck, to the bumps of his spine. Harry felt unsure of how to react to this. In all honesty he should have been repulsed by her, after all, she had stolen his virginity without his consent.

She took both of her hands and worked down to the ends of his robes, pulling hopefully, willing him to take them off. "Come, Harry. No more robes for you now. You're hurting lovely, let me make it better." Her voice swam in his ears, and he felt himself start to break down. He had trusted Draco, he had been so good…but maybe, Harry thought, maybe that was why Harry wanted to believe in him so ; simply due to his expertise in bed.

It was then that Harry gave up resistance on staying clothed, he relinquished control of his emotions and submitted to Romilda, as she joyously removed his robes and laid him down flat on the bed.

"I'll make you better, Sweetie. That's right, Romilda will take away all of your pain." She reached for her wand as she settled herself upon his body. She took her free hand and made him start to rub her waist, starting near her navel and moving slowly, rhythmically, down to her inner thigh. "That's good, Harry. Keep touching me there. Harry, will you submit to me, let me be your everything?"

Harry felt pangs of sorrow as he felt Draco's betrayal in full effect. It was with malice and spite, and lusting for vengeance that Harry gave his approval. "I submit myself, totally to you, make me yours Romilda." Harry said pathetically, as a tear cascaded down his cheek.

She took her wand and spoke "Attractus amor sempiternum!" and Harry felt himself crush under her spell, forever wanting nothing more than to be lost within her. Romilda noticed how his eyes seemed to flash for a brief moment, and knew her spell had worked. "That's my boy, my man now. Harry…I'm going to make you bleed, you dirty boy." She lowered herself onto his waiting, pulsing dick and threw her head back in joy as he came inside her pussy for the first time.

Harry muttered mirthlessly at first, as she rode him, his hands finding resting spots on her bouncing breasts. He felt a growing satisfaction as he touched Romilda, knowing that through her, he could attain eternal happiness. "That's a boy, Harry. Make sure you make me hurt, that way I know you're paying attention to me!" She admired how he seemed to fit her perfectly, so much better than when she was impersonating Draco.

Harry felt himself growing more and more excited; he was, in his opinion, experiencing true sex for the first time. He was jubilant once he realized that Romilda was a goddess of sexuality, she had, after all, made him cum so much when she was doing him in the bathrooms. He vaguely remembered how much he had started to care for Draco…even Hermione, but those two were fake. She was all that was real now.

"Harry." She cried, as she began to speed up her hips. "Harry." "Harry!" "Harry! HARRY! Mmm…ohhh!" She exalted, as he too began to whimper shamelessly. "You're going to make me cum all over you Harry!"

He was crying as she said this, and he dug his fingernails down her back. "And I'm going to cum all inside you! Please, make me!" He cried out and he helped with the thrusting, as together, they came…and together they bonded. She felt herself collapsing on top of him, and she didn't want this pleasure to stop.

After they had both came, she started her thrusting again, and was pleased to hear Harry whimper louder. "Tell me, Harry, will you be able to take all this?" She continued to thrust, although shakily, with new found urgency. He was whimpering, eyes bulging as she started riding him again.

All Harry could manage was whimpering, his level of pleasure rising to a much higher level than he had ever experienced.
"Because I'm not through with you, Harry. I am going to take all of you in me, every drip of your precious life source. Cum in me over and over again, because I am not easily satisfied!" Romilda was sweating now, and her sweat drips fell onto Harry's face. The contours of his face led the sweat down to his open mouth, the salty taste of Romilda filling his mouth, he felt much more turned on over this.

"Mnmmm…" She moaned, watching as Harry licked his lips. "Do I taste good, Harry? Aren't I a good little partner?" She felt herself climaxing again and was crying in pain as she throttled herself onto Harry's dick.

"Ro…Mil…Da!" Harry moaned, and he pulled her down by her black hair, locking her in a deep kiss as they two came once more, lost in lust.

They laid there in Harry's bed after they had tossed themselves to the furthest borders of desire. The bed sheets were soaked in sweat and cum, covered in ripped out hair, speckled with blood from deep clawing. Romilda laid her head on Harry's chest and bit lovingly on one of his exposed nipples.

"Tell me, Harry dear. How will we deal with fucker?" Romilda asked, using her new name for Malfoy.

Harry took a moment to respond and it was with conviction that he spoke next. "I'm going to Dumbledore, I'll tell him. He'll be able to fix Draco once and for all. He'll believe us." And Romilda smiled, knowing well that her plan to seize Harry had finally worked. It was just a matter of time, before Draco was removed from Hogwarts, and Harry would be hers forever.