Chapter 6: The Meeting

The next morning after breakfast Harry returned back to his dorm, inside he went over to his bed and from underneath pulled out his trunk. He flipped the bronze locks, opened it up and took out a small black box. It was well designed, very well made and was quite long, roughly thirteen inches. Harry then hid it in his coat pocket and proceeded to walk briskly to the Room of Requirement. He pasted several students along the way, he noted that many of them gave him funny looks, nasty stares from the boys and disappointed or saddened looks from most of the girls. Harry didn't think much of it as he was too excited about what he was planning to pay much attention to the looks he got.

Harry entered the room but before he even had time to turn around from the door he was encircled by the arms of his lady love. She swamped him with kisses to his ears, cheeks and mouth. Harry was barely able to breathe when she stopped and simply hugged him closely; her arms snaked around him until she had completely entwined her body with his. It was an overwhelming show of affection for this early in the day but Harry enjoyed it nonetheless.

"Could I at least have a seat before you pounce on me?" he asked humorously.

Bella smiled coyly at him, "No, every moment you're not with me is a waste," Bella winked. Her hands then drifted up his back to his head, she pushed her lips to his and gave him a yet another very hungry morning kiss. When she finally broke away Harry just stared at her in awe and gave her a gentle smile.

"Well, someone's happy to see me." Bella blushed and looked down slightly at his remark.

"She's been pining for you all night," said a slightly condescending Narcissa, she too had got up to see Harry. She couldn't help but admire him; his thick raven hair, balanced masculine features despite being short, but most of all those hugs emerald eyes, they were like oceans. Bella though broke her out of thought by replying to her jab.

"You would be too if you got the sort of lovin' Harry's given me." Narcissa blushed slightly at the mere thought of kissing Harry and gave an envious look to the couple, but what happened next really surprised her.

"Aww, Bella, you've made your sister jealous. It's okay Cissy, I'll share the love." Harry then walked over to Narcissa and planted a kiss on both her cheeks, he then pulled back and gave her one more kiss directly on the lips. Narcissa's face flushed bright red and her mouth hung open as her only response. When he came away from her she had closed her eyes and had this blissful look on her face, like a teenage girl with a strong crush kind of look. After a few more seconds passed Narcissa finally opened her eyes to see Harry and Bella smirking at her.

"No, don't let us interrupt Cissy. You just stay in fairy land," Bella teased thoroughly enjoying her sister's uncomfortable manner.

"It's okay Cissy, I think every girl I kiss has that reaction," Harry smiled gleefully, Bella then looked to her lover as he stepped away from Narcissa. She raised an eyebrow at Harry and asked him teasingly.

"Have there been many girls Mr. Potter?"

"No…I mean, a few, sort of… Kinda…" Bella felt this tingling in her throat as Harry spoke, it was a very familiar reaction, and she knew what was going to happen next. Bella held her stomach as she burst into a fit of giggles, her busty chest jiggling as she did so. Harry noticed this and the embarrassment only grew for him as like yesterday all he could do was stare at the mouth-watering sight like a horny teen, which he was but he generally never acted like it.

Bella noticed his staring as her giggles slowly began to stop and saw another chance to have a laugh at his expense. "Harry, eyes up here," she snapped as a seductive grin only Bella could muster spread ear to ear across her face.

"Hmm? What?" Harry questioned, his mind still occupied with Bella's large cleavage.

Narcissa just rolled her eyes at the two love birds, "Come on Harry, have a seat and the both of you, calm yourselves down. It's like being in the presence of randy fourth years with you two." Narcissa then took Harry softy by the hand and led him to the couch so he could 'rest' from his 'ordeal'. After they all took a seat Harry then brought up trust again, but a little more genuine with it than the first time he tried it.

"Bella, Cissy, I do want us to trust each other. But if I am to trust you I need assurance from both of you that you won't use magic for malicious reasons," Harry kept glancing between the two witches.

"Okay Harry, where's your wand, I'll make an unbreakable vow," Bella said eager to show Harry how serious she was about this. Harry smiled at her eagerness for loyalty, but then gave her a smile as if looking at a child. Bella seemed slightly confused so allowed him to elaborate on this trust he wanted.

"No Bella, I want you, and your sister," Harry looked over to Narcissa who was now paying close attention, "to be trustworthy witches on your own. So that's why I brought these." Harry then produced the black box and sat it on the brown oak table between the leather couches. The sisters looked at it in anticipation, "I trust you both, so to show you that I trust you. I offer you your wands freely. I know how hard it is to be separated from your magical companion for so long. Now however, I feel it is only right that my sisters in magic be given their wands back." Harry then slid the top off the box, undid the white silk covering and pulled out the sister's wands. For a moment Harry examined them, the crazy, wild shape and raw power of Bella's wand. And the straight, steadied and reserved power of Narcissa's. Their wands summed them up perfectly in of themselves.

Harry was always intrigued by wands and their owners, that special bond to magic through them and how wands were chosen for witches and wizards. Wand law was always a strange concept, the idea of wands choosing wizards seemed like nonsense to Harry the first time he met Ollivander. But over time using his own wand and the way in which Ollivander talked about wands convinced him of that bond. That's what gave Harry the idea to return their wands, not only because it was a nice thing to do but because of how much it would mean to the sisters.

Harry then got to his feet and walked over to Bella, he gripped her wand gently and softly at the bend, he extended his arm down to present the wand to her. He gave her a warm smile as if to say 'take it', she moved her hand along the handle until she found her favourite way to hold it. Slowly she withdrew the wand from Harry's hand and in an instant her magical energy returned to its former strength. As Harry witnessed this, her aura appeared different than before, her magical energy seemed less driven by raw hatred and in its place the wand had adopted a new form of magical strength. Tears of joy fell down Bella's face; Harry saw her tidal wave of emotions and so brought her lips to his. They shared another passionate kiss as Bella was filled with relief and excitement to have her wand back. Once they finished their kiss Bella's tears dried away and Harry smiled at her.

"I can't have my sexy, beautiful witch without her wand now can I?" as he told her this he also lovingly brushed the back of his left hand along her right cheek.

Bella moved his hand away and hugged him tightly, protectively as if a tiger were guarding her cub. Bella felt a strong bond of not only love but protection to Harry, "Thank you, thank you so much."

"You're most welcome, my love." Harry's words achieved a half chuckle from Bella as she thought about the kind way Harry used them. "Now for milady," Harry firmly stated turning his attention towards Narcissa. He walked over and kneeled before her, she smirked at his gesture. He presented Narcissa with her wand, it was across both of his palms in a mock knight offering his sword pose, he bowed his head and waiting patiently for her to take the wand. Bella couldn't help but laugh and all three shared in smiles as Narcissa took the wand and felt her magical strength return. It also had a little something extra in the type of magic and wand personality it contained, Narcissa also then felt tears of joy mixed with pride stream down her face.

"Thank you, oh, thank you, thank you a thousand times Harry," she stammered out as she shared a hug with him.

When they broke the embrace Harry and Bella shared a hug on the couch while Narcissa just re-acquainted herself with her wand. Harry then announced to them how he wanted them used, "Use them as you wish but all I hope is that you use them as a means of growing yourselves with magic and not under orders from some Dumbledore or Voldemort. Use them freely as they should be."

"Thanks Harry, but my wand is yours, as am I," Bellatrix stated with a wink.

"My wand and life are also yours Harry," Narcissa added with pride in her voice to be on side with Harry.

This puzzled Harry as she seemed distraught when Lucius died, "But Cissy, what about Draco and Lucius? Aren't they…" Harry didn't really know how to end his sentence so Narcissa finished it for him.

"Harry listen! Lucius was an abusive husband and father; he never treated me like a wife or lover. I was just a thing to get him a son, nothing more. And Draco, huh… He was different at first, he was like me, but Lucius and the other Death Eater fuckers beat that out of him quick, after that he was no longer the boy I raised. He was another mindless drone to follow that snake bastard and… I don't even know where he is right now, but he probably hates me."

Harry never really knew what sort of life Cissy had, he had only assumed it was good because of the wealth they had. Apparently not, rich families had just the same issues as poor it would seem, however that didn't really surprise Harry too much as he'd seen the general condition of Death Eaters. Regardless of wealth they all looked like broken, tortured and abused people who couldn't escape the Dark Lord.

Harry then went over and sat beside Narcissa, he took her hands in his and caressed them slowly, "Look Cissy, I don't think Draco is all bad. I mean, he never killed anyone, he could be…maybe somewhat salvageable, perhaps even redeemable. Lucius however, pardon my 'French', fuck him." Narcissa let out a giggle, she loved being able to speak her mind with no repercussions, but even more she loved Harry's brash nature, his emotional nature. She also seemed to very much enjoy Harry's company, she could understand why people fought and even died for him, he was totally worth it, she thought. Getting back to her situation Narcissa thought back to Draco's childhood, what he was like in his earlier years before the corruption set in.

Malfoy Manner, 1989.

"What do you mean he was talking with the house elves?!"

"He was only asking about their lives before here, please Lucius…"

"Enough! What kind of purebloods are we if we let our son, the future of this house talk to some filthy, disgusting low life elves, hmm?"

"Lucius please…"

SMACK!

"Mother!" Draco's voice called.

"No! Draco, stay back, your father isn't well right now."

"Be quiet or you won't see the morning!" Lucius turned from Narcissa to Draco. "It's okay son, come here." Draco ran to his mother's side to help her recover from the hit. "Draco, you come here this instant!"

"You, hit, mum?" Draco uttered more as a question than statement.

"I did."

"Why?" Draco asked through sorrowful eyes.

"Because you," Lucius pointed sternly at Draco, "were talking with those pathetic elves. They're our servants Draco, scum to command."

"No they're not! You lie!" Draco went red faced as tears started to fall from his eyes.

"Draco, you raise your voice to me again, and it'll be ten lashes to you and your worthless mother. Now, come here."

"NO! Why don't you go away and leave us alone!"

"That's it Draco, you asked for it!" Lucius rushed over and grabbed Draco's right arm aggressively, he then held it out in front of Narcissa. He pulled out his cane and readied it above his head as Narcissa was forced to watch.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"Please st-uh-uh-op!" Draco cried desperately as the pain already completely overwhelmed him. Each strike left a large red, blooded smear across the palm of his hand. After the third strike tears poured like a river from his face, the pain was excruciating. Pure agony for the nine year old.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Narcissa could only look on in horror as the last of her son's defiance was painfully beaten away.

"Cissy, you okay?" Harry asked concerned about her daydreaming state. While she'd been looking back, she appeared comatose to Harry and Bella. The couple was now sitting either side of Narcissa quite worried but also strangely curious about what she had been thinking about.

Narcissa looked to Bella then back to Harry before nervously replying, "Yeah, yeah, I'm…I'm fine, honestly." Narcissa was never an especially good liar; traits of deception were more Bella's thing.

"C'mon Cissy, spill, what were you thinking about?" Bella asked in a gossipy kind of way.

"Nothing important," replied a now slightly more nervous Narcissa.

"It doesn't matter Bella, right now we've got a meeting to go to," Harry interjected changing the subject and relieving the stress that Narcissa had begun to feel.

"Okay Harry, but I don't want Cissy to be scared of telling us something that's bothering her."

Harry then faced Bella and nodded slightly, they both wanted to discuss this with Narcissa but Harry thought it would be better to wait until she had organised her thoughts a bit. Especially considering the thought provoked such a defensive response from Narcissa. Harry then reached over with his left arm and hooked Cissy into a warm hug, he wanted her to feel her best for meeting Hermione, first impressions are always crucial. Bella joined in a three-way hug and they became a mesh of arms on the couch, the contact was sensual and surprisingly relaxing but it was just what Narcissa needed to get herself ready for a good first encounter.

After some preparations, mainly the sisters cleaning themselves, their long black robes and tidying their hair they were ready. Harry merely stood at the door and waited for them to appear. When they arrived they were absolutely stunning. Bella had transfigured her clothing into something a bit more casual but still in keeping with her general attire; a jet black thigh-length buttoned coat, black fishnet arm and thigh stockings and a pair of shiny black one inch platform knee high boots with three inch heels. Narcissa had gone more reserved and less aesthetics for her clothing; an ankle-length black robe, leather gloves, black tights and high heel black Chelsea boots. Harry once again let his jaw slack at the sight, not only because of their clothing but their general complexion was pure perfection.

"Where'd you get the clothes?" It was too late by the time he realised what a silly question that was.

"Harry, you do know we're witches right? You seem to forget about magic quite a lot considering you're a wizard," Bella teased while a tender smile spread across her deep red lips. Harry just smiled and offered out his arms to the sisters, instinctively Bellatrix and Narcissa took his arms and they walked to the doors of the Room of Requirement.

"Such a gentleman," Narcissa stated kindly.

"I do my best ladies." Harry replied warmly. Never in all their lives had the sisters been treated quite this well, and as Narcissa said he was quite the gentleman to the sisters.

Once they were outside they walked hand in hand through the castle heading for the covered bridge. On their way they got a few funny looks from students and staff members, mainly looking at Harry. However neither Harry nor the sisters gave a damn, they were all free from anything or anyone and they loved it, so they just owned that castle as they proudly strutted through.

At the covered bridge Hermione was eagerly awaiting their arrival but still had strong reservations about the sister's 'change'. She trusted Harry's word, but only to a point, she recalled Malfoy Manner and how terrifying Bellatrix was. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't shake that image and that…sound, the sound and also the feeling of her arm being engraved with the word 'mudblood'. Hermione wondered what she'd do or how she would even begin to simply talk with Bellatrix. Narcissa was different, she was reserved and calm, Bellatrix on the other hand was a loose cannon. The question remained though had she really changed? As far as Hermione knew she was still the murderous Death Eater who tortured Neville's parents and at the Battle of Hogwarts killed him too. The more she thought the harder it was to concentrate, she moved over to one side of the bridge and looked out over the hills, forests and mountains hoping to find some relaxing sensation or calming feeling. But to no avail, thoughts of Bellatrix torturing her were all that consumed her mind. That same dark room, being helpless on the floor and at the mercy of Bellatrix.

Oh, c'mon Hermione, it won't be that bad. Maybe she really has changed. Perhaps even become something else, anything would be better than the Death Eater I knew. Oh please Harry, please have fixed that piece of living horror. Maybe we could even be friends, and have scones and tea in a coffee shop, oh, who the hell am I kidding? I wouldn't be surprised if she showed up and killed me right then and there, or, worse. Maybe she's corrupted Harry, made him a force for evil, maybe he'll be the one to kill me, maybe he'll stab me in the back when I'm not looking or he'll lull me into a false sense of security and bam, kill me then.

As Harry, Bella and Narcissa cleared the courtyard they noticed the covered bridge was pretty much deserted, Hermione chose a good spot for a meeting. Then as they got closer they saw the faint outline of a girl with curly light brown hair standing near the middle of the bridge. She was leaning out over the edge looking kind of oblivious and distant but while also maintaining a look of worry about her. Harry and the sisters then made their way to the entrance of the bridge, Harry stopped them just before and took a few steps inside to see where Hermione was.

A moment later he stepped back out from the wooden bridge and exchanged a few glances between the sisters before asking them nervously, "Ready?" He got a resounding yes from both sisters before nodding to them to come inside the bridge. Getting closer to the middle of the bridge and more nervous by the second the three of them locked hands and hoped for the best. The most notable sound as they walked was the clicking and clacking of both Bella's and Narcissa's heels, the sound was like a rhythmic haunting as the moment of truth got closer and closer.

Finally Hermione heard the heels and turned away from the thick wooden beam she was leaning on to see Harry and the two black sisters coming towards her. She readied herself for what might happen, she made note of her position as well as where her wand was. Then at about twenty feet away Harry's entourage stopped while Harry still moved towards Hermione. She still felt a little concerned but what Harry did next reassured her he was still her friend. He came to within a few feet of her and opened his arms. He swung them around Hermione in a loving embrace while giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. Hermione returned the hug, but tighter, she then gave him a kiss on the neck, it was a gentle but reserved display of affection.

"Hi 'Mione, how are you?" Harry asked in a welcoming manner.

"I'm fine, still a little nervous," Hermione tried to underplay her concerns but the mild look of fear in her eyes and her fast heartbeat said it all to Harry, she was a bundle of nerves. Harry could sense her discomfort as she looked over his shoulder to the two sisters.

"It's okay 'Mione, I get it, you're still anxious. If you don't feel ready, just say so."

Hermione looked into Harry's mesmerising emerald pools and her worries just seemed to melt away, "No, I…I can do this." Harry smiled with renewed hope and the bright look on Hermione's face told him she was ready.

Harry took Hermione's left hand in his while holding her right shoulder with his right hand; he was tender with her as her doubts remained unyielding, slowly but surely however Hermione walked towards the intimidating black sisters. When they were within a reasonable distance of each other Harry let Hermione stand on her own two feet so to speak, while he went slightly off to the side and remained half way between all three women.

Then with great pride in his voice Harry introduced the sisters, "Hermione, may I introduce Bellatrix and Narcissa or as they like to be called Bella and Cissy. They are both freed of any Dark Lord or association with the Death Eaters and the pureblood agenda. But 'Mione, more importantly than that, over the past few days I've come to care for and recently love these beautiful women. So all I ask is that you know them, not as Death Eaters or 'purebloods', but as women who were merely the victims of circumstance." Harry then took a few steps to the side and observed as the conversation began.

"Hello my dear, I hope you realise that we're not the women you used to know. All I can really say is we got off of the wrong foot. Let's just try and start again," Narcissa opened warmly, she then went over and clasped Hermione's hand with hers and shook it softly.

"Thanks Lady Mal- I mean Cissy, that's what I hoped you'd say, but I'm still unsure about all of this."

Narcissa smiled at the young girl's remark, "I understand my dear, it will take time. Luckily that's something we have in abundance." Narcissa then smiled again before stepping back and gesturing for Bella to speak.

Bella then walked forward towards Hermione but was to unsure about shaking her hand, so just stood there looking quite upset. After a time Bella looked Hermione directly in the eyes and spoke as apologetically as possible, "All I can really say 'Mione, is this. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry I frightened you and most of all, I'm sorry I took away your innocence. You should never have had to go through that at your age, no one deserves that…" Bella then bowed her head in absolute shame and looked down at the floor while waiting for a reply from the young witch.

Hermione then voiced her honest opinion, "Look Bellatr- Bella, I can't really forgive you, for what you did. The memory of it, not only mental but physical as well, is too, painful to forgive."

"Hermione?" Bella asked gaining the attention of the now stooping girl. "If you want I could, 'fix' your arm."

"You can't fix it, it's a cursed etch. I've tried to get it off, but even I can't," Hermione responded; her voice riddled with sadness and depression.

"You can't, but I can," Bella replied confidently.

"Didn't you hear what I said? C-u-r-s-e-d E-t-c-h, cursed etch, it's irreversible!" Hermione bellowed in ignorance.

"Silly girl, c'mon, show me your arm and I'll right my wrong, I'll show you I'm truly sorry," Bella requested, her light hearted tone of voice filling the air.

"Don't talk to me like I'm a child! I'll have you know I've been called the brightest witch of my age by several wizards, and witches too," Hermione stated smugly. Hermione then started droning on about her O.W.L results and so on, pulling out every little stop to try and convince the sisters of her academic worth.

"Fuckin' hell Harry, is she always this stubborn, and quite frankly this boring?" Bella asked humorously with genuine interest mixed into the question. Bella then caught Hermione completely off guard by walking at a quickened pace towards her, then gently but firmly she grabbed Hermione's left arm and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt and denim coat.

"Harry?!" she squealed in shock.

Harry just covered a wild grin with his wrist and replied somewhat calmly, "It's okay 'Mione, she knows what she's doing."

Reluctantly Hermione let Bella continue, quite frankly she enjoyed Bella's smooth sensual motions to her arm, so giving in wasn't all that difficult. Finally the discoloured 'mudblood' scar was revealed, it was a horrid messy smattering of colours including dark blue, purple and in parts black. The curse had obviously taken its toll on Hermione's pure skin. Bella then pulled out her wand and pointed it to the centre of the horrific discolouration, but before Bella could continue Hermione once again was in shock.

"You gave them their wands?!" Hermione was fuming at the thought of Harry doing something so 'stupid'. "Are you mad?!"

"They're trustworthy 'Mione, I wouldn't have given them their wands otherwise, please let her help you." Harry gave Hermione a hopeful nod asking for her consent. After some deliberation in her mind Hermione agreed and nodded 'yes' to both Harry and Bella.

Bella then turned Hermione's head to look at her and explain what she was about to do, "Okay dear, basically I'm going to suck the curse out of you, fair warning it's going to feel a little weird. Okay?" she asked cheerful for a chance to help the poor girl. Again Hermione nodded and Bella continued. Bella then pushed her wand down firmly into Hermione's skin before uttering the spell to remove the cursed lettering, "Behan, Hahshar, Batice." The spell itself sounded vaguely like parseltongue but the pronunciation didn't quite match the language, regardless it did work and a purple gleaming aura appeared around Hermione's arm.

The next step of the spell though, only Bella knew out of the group and it was the part she would refer to as the 'best bit'. The next sensation that Hermione felt was that of tingling almost like a tickle, she had looked away as she didn't want to see what was about to happen but what she felt didn't correspond with what she expected at all. The feeling was soft and slightly wet, Hermione looked down to see that Bella had buried her face in her arm and the ticklish feeling was that of Bellatrix's crazy hair brushing against Hermione's exposed forearm. Then Hermione noticed that wet feeling was Bella's mouth kissing and crushing along the scar on her arm. Not knowing how to react to this Hermione just froze up and waited for it to finish, but before she knew what was happening Bella had kissed her arm eight times.

Then Bella pulled back and waited for the crucial point of the spell, soon after Hermione was glowing deep purple and Bella seized that perfect moment. Something happened at that precise moment that nobody could've predicted, not in a million years did either Harry or Hermione think this would happen. Bella had just crushed her lips to Hermione's, these girls were kissing or at least Bella certainly was. This was the last part of the ritual, but in order to complete Hermione would have to allow Bella's mouth to access hers. At that moment after an eternity compressed into a few seconds Hermione relented and they passionately kissed allowing the end of the ritual.

Once Bella broke the kiss not only did the aura pass and Hermione's arm returned to its bare, pure form. But Bella showed Hermione how truly sorry she was by using that spell for it had a temporary side effect. Bella took off her left arm stocking to show Harry, her sister and Hermione the price she paid. Confusion was all that consumed the party until after a moment it became clear what Bella had done. Slowly but steadily they watched as a 'mudblood' scar appeared engraved in Bella's arm, with each letter that sealed itself, Bella drew another quick breath and exhaled in sharp motions with the intense pain she was receiving. Finally once every bloody cut of the curse was engraved into Bella's arm it began to fade out of existence and Hermione just stared at Bella in thanks, shock but also confusion. Based on how she was taught Hermione couldn't believe a former Death Eater had gone through intense pain to relieve her of a scar, truly she must have changed. And at that moment it hit Hermione, she'd kissed Bellatrix LeStrange, what did that make her?! A traitor? A Liar? What? Eventually Bella broke Hermione from her dumbfounded state and deep thought by asking for her approval.

"See 'Mione? I've changed, I'm no longer a cold killer, but instead a sarcastic lover." At which point Bella looked to Harry who merely smiled in appreciation for her kind act of relief towards the ever so cynical Hermione.

"I…I don't know what to say. I guess, thank you. I'm…I'm…s-s-sorry, I misjudged you."

"Don't mention it, it was worth it just to kiss you. You taste sweet," Bella winked to a now furiously blushing Hermione. Harry then took Bella by the hand and interjected into her shenanigans with his best friend.

"If you would be so kind as to not flirt with my best friend, I'd like a taste," Harry said playfully. Harry and Bella shared another passionate exchange before bidding Hermione a farewell to comprehend everything that just happened.

"My dear Hermione, I hope we get a proper chance to be introduced sometime when those two aren't so horny and you've had a chance to process all this, till then my dear." Narcissa then gave Hermione a bowing farewell gesture before leaving hand in hand with Harry.

"Bye 'Mione!" called out a gleeful Harry.

"See ya sexy!" came a sultry taunt from Bella.

Harry and the sisters then hastily went back through Hogwarts, Harry thought about his situation. He'd gotten Hermione to somewhat forgive Bella but he knew for a long haul friendship both girls would require a great deal more work.

Back inside the Room of Requirement, both the sisters were wanting some attention but they couldn't wait. Harry barely made it into the room before both sisters started rubbing up on him, Harry was switching between kissing Narcissa, then back to Bella. Grace and skill were out of the question currently, all the sisters and now Harry were feeling was animalistic lust from a day spent in preparing and waiting. Harry curled his arms around the waists of both women and pulled their bodies closer, the heat of the moment was too much, Harry wanted them and they wanted him. Soon he was grabbing at their round full asses, in turn Narcissa had buried her face in the crook of his neck and was furiously kissing him seductively and savagely. While Bella took a more 'direct' approach, she moved her left arm round to hook his pelvis closer while her right hand drifted down his masculine chest to his manhood. Harry grunted as Bella applied some pressure while squeezing him bringing his member to a full erection. He was pinned up against a wall with two beautiful women pining for his every sexual desire and need. What more could a guy ask for?

Author's Note: Please don't be mad, I promise we'll get into that next chapter but for now just a little something to let you know it's coming, okay people, it is. Just not right now. Anyway the Bella kissing Hermione scene, basically that's a little something for the Bellamione fans out there. Personally I loved writing it, a bit of girl on girl never hurt anyone. As always thank you very much for reading, if you have improvement suggestions or just an opinion on the story so far. Then please let me know in a review, until next time guys and gals.