Slytherin Dorms, 9/10/1995, 00:15

Harry entered his dorm to find Luna doing her homework on his bed. She looked up when he entered and grinned from ear to ear.

"I heard from the nargles that you just shagged Hermione," Luna said matter-of-factly.

"How do you know that?" Harry asked in surprise, nonplussed by the pleased look on her face.

"I just said the nargles told me and I may have overheard Harper talking about it earlier," Luna admitted.

"What?" Harry asked, feeling his stomach drop.

"He said that he saw you two going at it in a secret passage on his way back from escorting Romilda Vane to Gryffindor Tower," Luna answered, sounding unconcerned.

"You're having me on," Harry exclaimed, hoping against hope that Luna was messing with him.

"I'm not, he was telling all of his little friends in the common room," Luna said, giving him an amused look.

"Dammit!" Harry muttered, realizing how much trouble this could cause him.

"Yes, I can imagine this will get back to your mother very soon," Luna said, her smile disappearing.

"How long ago did he come back?" Harry asked tiredly, holding onto tho the hope he could get in front of this.

"He came back about an hour ago," Luna said as she put her things away and stood up from where she was seated on the bed.

"I knew that would come back to bite me, I just didn't think it would happen this quickly," Harry sighed as he began taking off his robes.

"I'm sure everything will work out, you should take a shower," Luna suggested as she began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Yeah, I need to wash the mudblood off of me," Harry chuckled.

"I know you don't really care about blood, why do you try and make people think you do?" Luna asked as she unfastened his trousers.

"Image. I am the son of two infamous death eaters, I have to portray myself that way," Harry shrugged as he allowed her to undress him.

"I thought so," Luna said, a dreamy smile playing on her lips.

"You're not upset about Granger are you?" Harry asked as he stepped out of his trousers that were now pooled at his ankles.

"No, I know that the only way there could be anything between us would be if I was your mistress," Luna said as she led him to the ensuite.

"Oh," Harry said dumbly, feeling a bit taken aback by her unusually lucid demeanor.

"I don't mind as long as you don't try and replace me," Luna said as she spun the shower knobs and adjusted the water temperature.

"Don't worry about that," Harry said softly as she began to strip out of her robes.

"So, how was she?" Luna asked as Harry stepped into the shower.

"She really liked anal," Harry chuckled.

"Well I don't think that I will," Luna said as she stepped in behind him and shut the sliding glass door.

"Well, I probably won't ever be as rough with you as I was with her," Harry pointed out as she began to lather his hair with shampoo.

"I don't mind a little roughhousing but I don't want you to shove your snorkack up my bum," Luna said as she continues her task.

"Don't worry, I won't be buggering you," Harry promised before groaning in contentment as she massaged the shampoo into his scalp.

Harry enjoyed letting Luna wash him, it felt wonderful especially when she cleaned his bits with her soft hands.

Harry was pretty aroused by the time she had finished rinsing him off. He took the shampoo off of the shelf and began to lather it through her hair, much to Luna's delight.

As he began to soap up her body, Harry couldn't help but think that he could definitely get used to sharing a shower with Luna.

Gryffindor Table, 9/10/1995, 08:59

Draco took his seat feeling a bit confused. Hermione had come back from her detention looking very dishevelled. Her hair was all over the place, her face was very flushed, and she was walking a bit... funny.

She hadn't said a word when he had asked but her cheeks were tinged a rosy pink that confused him even more.

"Oi, what's the matter with Hermione, she seems a bit... off?" Ron asked as he took a seat beside him looking to have just woken up.

"She's been like that since coming back from her detention," Draco shrugged as they saw Hermione entering the hall with a contented smile on her lips

"I wonder what the toad made her do?" Ron muttered before Hermione took the seat across from them, sitting gingerly on the bench.

"Good morning," Hermione beamed as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

"Morning, you seem to be in a good mood," Draco said, looking at her curiously.

"I slept like the dead," Hermione shrugged as she glanced over at the Slytherin table.

"What did the toad make you do in detention?" Ron asked before shoveling eggs into his mouth.

"Hm?" Hermione said distractedly as she looked away from whatever fascinated her at the Slytherin table.

"What did Umbridge make you do in detention?" Ron repeated.

"Oh, I had to write lines with that nasty quill," Hermione said with an involuntary shudder.

"Then why are sitting like you just got a really bad spanking?" Ron asked right as Hermione was taking a sip of her coffee.

Neither boy was prepared for her to violently cough, spraying them both in hot coffee and spittle as her cheeks matched the color of Ron's hair.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked worriedly.

"Yes, Ron's uncouth language caught me by surprise," Hermione waved them off as she drew her wand and vanished the mess she'd made.

"Hermione, I heard the most ridiculous rumour about you," Lavender said as she took a seat beside the bushy-haired girl.

Lavender leaned in and whispered something in her ear. Draco watched as Hermione's eyes bulged in alarm before she hastily got up and scurried out of the hall.

"Wonder what that was about?" Ron muttered.

"No idea," Draco said with a shrug as he went back to his breakfast.

Slytherin Table

"Well you certainly are in it now," Daphne said as soon as he sat down across from her.

"Trust me, I know," Harry sighed as he poured himself some breakfast tea.

"I can't believe you would do something so reckless!" Daphne hissed, looking very annoyed with him.

"I still can't believe that little shit saw me," Harry muttered darkly.

"I will deal with him but there is no way of silencing this now," Daphne sighed.

"It is only a matter of time before this gets back to mother," Harry muttered.

"If she doesn't know already," Daphne said as she glanced up toward the head table.

"If Snape does pass this along to her, I will make him suffer," Harry promised.

"Don't get caught," Daphne warned.

"I know Daphne but Hogwarts is a dangerous place with the randomly moving staircases and a colony of man-eating spiders in the forest," Harry said innocently as he began to form a plan for Snape.

"Well in the meantime, we have to plan out our lesson tomorrow evening," Daphne said in a brisk tone.

"Great, another Sunday in the library," Harry muttered.

"Oh cheer up, I'm sure your slutty little bookworm will be there," Daphne smirked.

Potter Manor, Godric's Hollow, 9/16/1995, 21:39

Lily sat on a chaise lounge sipping her wine as Cdxric massaged her feet while she thought about the troubling news she had just received from Severus.

It would seem that her son was misbehaving and she would soon be forced to educate him. If he thought it was acceptable to lay with filth, then she had no choice but to punish him.

"You can go Diggory, I'm not in the mood tonight," Lily said as she drained the contents of her wine glass.

The boy hastily bowed his head respectfully before sweeping from her quarters.

Lily pondered her options and decided on how she was going to deal with Harry, she had the perfect punishment in mind.

Lily stood up and made her way to her desk before she began penning a letter to her son and another to Severus to escort him to Hogsmeade next Saturday.

'I may just keep him for the entire weekend,' Lily thought to herself as she scribbled a short letter to her heir and rolled it up before sealing it in wax.

Great Hall, Hogwarts, 9/20/1995, 17:39

Harry was just finishing up his dinner when Astoria Greengrass came up to him, her cheeks flushing a rosy pink.

"I was told to deliver this to you," Astoria said as she offered him a rolled-up scroll of parchment.

Harry took the parchment feeling trepidation when he recognised the Potter crest in the wax seal on the scroll.

"You can go, Astoria," Daphne said from her place on the other side of the table, giving her sister a pointed look.

Idly, Harry noticed that Astoria had been standing beside him waiting for him to open it

Taking a breath, Harry broke the seal and unfurled the parchment, paling when he read the short missive written in familiar elegant handwriting.

Harry,

I have arranged with Severus for you to meet with me this Saturday at Rosmerta's pub. Please be there by noon.

L.P

Harry reread the letter three times wondering how bad this meeting was going to be. He was already pretty sure that he knew what this was about but had no idea how his mother could have found out so quickly.

Harry didn't even notice Astoria leave as he thought over how he was going to handle the meeting with his mother.

"Trouble?" Daphne asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"My mother wants to meet with me this Saturday," Harry said, feeling apprehensive at the thought.

"That can't be good," Daphne muttered, giving him a worried look.

"I'm sure it's not, she only wants to meet with me when I do something wrong," Harry said as he pocketed the letter.

"Well never mind that now, we have a P.o.P meeting and you need to be in good form," Daphne said as she checked her watch.

"I will be, we might as well head there now," Harry said as he no longer felt hungry.

The group had already met a few times and Harry was pleased to see that the members were taking his instruction seriously.

Daphne had brought in quite a few new members in their year group though he wasn't pleased when he showed up to the first Monday meeting to find Pansy Parkinson there.

Harry allowed Daphne to lead him towards the seventh floor while his mind wandered to his looming meeting with his mother.

If he was being honest, she scared him more than Voldemort ever had. There was something about the way she looked at him sometimes that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

Before he knew it, they stepped into the room to find Ginny and Luna talking quietly amongst themselves.

The room was quite a bit different from their first meeting. One side of the room closely resembled the defence classroom with bookshelves full of defence tomes and a case with instruments designed to detect dark magic. Instead of desks, beanbag chairs were sitting on plush snow white carpet and the walls were a soft creme color with diamond paned windows set at intervals to let in the setting sunlight. Dozens of orbs the size of crystal balls floated around the ceiling, emitting soft white light that filled the room.

The other side of the room was much larger giving the room a sort of 'T' shape. It was shaped like a long rectangle and looked to be of similar dimensions to the great hall.

This part of the room was set up like a dueling arena with a soft purple foam mat covering the floor to prevent injury if someone fell. There were white lines painted on the mat for multiple dueling circles and a row of training dummies lined up against the wall directly across from the entrance to the classroom. Brass chandeliers hung down on iron chains from the vaulted ceiling, bathing the dueling room in orange light.

"I need to plan out our lesson, you can entertain our guests," Daphne said before sweeping over to an ornately carved writing desk that appeared on the other side of the classroom where a teacher's desk would normally be.

Closing his eyes, a leather couch appeared behind him and he took a seat, still a bit dubious about the beanbag seats the room had provided

Harry had barely sat down before he was joined by Ginny and Luna who took a seat on either side of him.

"You look upset," Ginny said as she eyed him critically.

"My mother wants to meet with me this Saturday," Harry admitted as he draped an arm over each of their shoulders.

"So she knows you shagged Hermione?" Luna asked with a look of understanding as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"You shagged Hermione?" Ginny asked incredulously.

"He did, haven't you noticed how relaxed she's been lately?" Luna asked in a dreamy voice, a knowing grin playing on her lips.

"Come to think of it, I have. She isn't near as uptight lately," Ginny said with a thoughtful tone as her head rested on his other shoulder.

"You're welcome," Harry said absentmindedly as his mind wandered to his mother again.

"I thought she was a dirty little mudblood that was not worth your notice?" Ginny snorted, giving him an annoyed look.

"She is but she has a very nice bum," Harry shrugged pushing those troubling thoughts from his mind.

"Unbelievable," Ginny sighed as she snuggled into his side.

"You could use the same treatment, Ginny," Luna beamed as she gave Ginny a knowing smile.

Before Ginny could reply, the LeStrange twins entered the room followed closely by Astoria Greengrass.

"Ah, I see the blood traitor is already here," Lyra drawled, shooting Ginny an envious look.

"Oh leave her be," Astoria said with an exasperated sigh.

Harry tuned out the three bickering third-years as the Carrow twins entered the room. Harry was a bit surprised when Luna hopped up and skipped over to them.

He was even more surprised when the older girls led her to the other side of the room and began to whisper back and forth before all three of them began to giggle.

"Huh, I wonder when that happened," Harry said more to himself as Lavender Brown and Neville Longbottom entered the room.

They were soon followed by Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, Ernie McMillan, and Wayne Hopkins.

"How the hell should I know," Ginny snorted, her warm breath tickling his neck.

The new arrivals gave Harry and Ginny curious looks but didn't bother them much. Soon Blaise Zabini and Lily Moon came in followed shortly by the Patil sisters.

"I didn't know she got on with the Carrow twins," Harry shrugged.

"You know, there are a lot of twins in this room," Ginny said thoughtfully.

"Every set in Hogwarts except those infernal Weasley twins," Harry agreed only for Ginny to smack his chest playfully.

"My brothers aren't that bad," Ginny defended.

"We invited them to one of Daphne's functions in our third year and it was a bloody disaster," Harry snorted as Pansy and Millicent Bulstrode entered the room.

"Whoa, she really doesn't like me," Ginny muttered when Pansy gave her a scathing glare as she joined Lily and Blaise near Daphn's desk.

"She has been trying to get my attention for years, she may be a bit jealous," Harry explained as Terry Boot and Michael Corner stepped into the room.

"Figures," Ginny muttered as scooted closer to him and draped one of her legs over his.

Before Harry could comment, a bell rang over the room and the couch disappeared underneath them. Harry just barely managed to keep them both from falling backwards onto the floor.

"Thanks," Ginny muttered as Daphne rose from her seat.

"Don't mention it," Harry said as he shot Daphne a look of annoyance.

"Everyone please take your seats," Daphne said in a tone that reminded Harry of McGonagall.

Harry picked a beanbag and lowered himself into it feeling pleasantly surprised at how comfortable it was. Ginny took a seat beside him as others began to claim seats, Luna sitting in between the Carrow sisters.

After everyone had taken a seat on a bean bag, Daphne began to speak.

"The last of our new members have joined us so I can promise that this group will not get any larger. I have a contract I wish for you all to sign, then Harry will begin taking you through the reducto curse," Daphne said briskly.

"What kind of contract?" Pansy asked from her seat in front of Daphne's desk.

"A contract swearing you will keep silent about this group, there are twenty-four of us which means the risk of our secret getting out is quite high. The contract will prevent you from disclosing any details of this group by any means without my express permission," Daphne answered.

"I imagine there are consequences for attempting to violate the contract?" Hestia Carrow asked shrewdly.

"Yes, if you attempt to disclose anything, painful boils will sprout out of your... lower regions," Daphne said with a malicious smile.

"Damn, Greengrass that's just evil," Harry muttered as he stood up from the beanbag and approached her desk.

"It is necessary," Daphne shrugged as he took the quill out of the inkpot and read the short contract before signing his name in green ink.

"Excellent," Daphne smiled as she took the quill from him and signed her own name.

Soon the other students formed a line and signed their own names as Harry stood at the edge of the desk waiting to begin his lesson.

"You and Weasley looked awful cosy," Daphne whispered as Millicent Bulstrose signed her name, the larger girl blushing crimson when she realized that Harry was watching her.

"Stay out of it," Harry sighed, shooting Daphne an exasperated look.

"Oh my, you actually like her," Daphne gasped as Megan Jones who was the last student in line, signed the contract and the parchment flashed gold before it rolled itself up.

"That's none of your business," Harry sighed as Megan took her seat.

"Alright, now that the contract has been signed, I will pass things over to Harry," Daphne said as she made her way over to the empty seat between Ginny and Neville.

Harry moved so he was standing in front of the desk and cleared his throat, noting every eye in the room was focused on him.

"As Daphne said, we will be going over the reducto curse which is a spell on the O.W.L defence syllabus. It is a type of blasting curse and depending on the power you put into the spell, it can be fatal if used on another wizard," Harry explained, beginning his lecture.

Harry went on to explain the wand motions and then had the others practice the spells in the dueling room.

He was a bit impressed at how much power Ginny could put into the spell as she reduced her target to dust on her first attempt at casting it.

It didn't seem like the meeting lasted very long before Daphne called things to an end a half hour before curfew.

Harry tuned out her dismissal speech as he looked at the damage done to the dummies and only turned back to the group when he heard the door squeak open.

Luna left with the Carrow twins and Harry would admit that he was still a bit intrigued about Luna being so close to the upper-year Slytherin girls.

Pansy tried to come over to him but Daphne got her attention before she reluctantly left with the other Slytherin girls.

Harry watched as the last members of the P.o.P left the room so it was just him and Ginny. This had become a common occurrence after every meeting.

The room began to shrink rapidly around them and transformed into miniature versions of what Harry assumed the Gryffindor common room looked like.

A large fireplace formed in the wall with a merrily burning fire in the hearth where Daphne's desk had been seconds ago. The carpet and windows remained from the classroom but scarlet and gold hangings materialized on the walls. The chandeliers overhead were extinguished and the orbs of light disappeared so that the only light in the room came from the fireplace.

"Care to sit with me for a bit?" Ginny asked as a couch and coffee table appeared in front of the fire.

"I'm starting to think you're just using me," Harry sighed as he slipped off his outer robes and let them fall to the floor.

"I am not," Ginny protested as she took off her own outer robes and then flopped down across the over-stuffed couch.

Harry could tell that she had gotten the hang of controlling the room because a thick pillow appeared behind her head before she landed so that she was reclined back with her head against the armrest.

"I know exactly what you want from me," Harry sighed as his eyes lingered for a few seconds on her legs as her plaid skirt rode up past her knees before he made his way over to the couch.

"I don't know what you mean," Ginny said innocently as she lifted her legs so he could sit at the other end of the couch.

Chuckling, Harry took the seat she indicated and Ginny rested her feet in his lap, giving him a hopeful smile.

"Are you sure about that, I don't get anything out of this," Harry pointed out as he gently slipped off her shoes and let them drop to the floor.

"You get to help me relax, isn't that a reward enough," Ginny shot back as he peeled her knee-high socks off.

"No, your happiness means very little to me," Harry smirked as he took her left foot in his hands.

"How do you expect to take me on a date with that attitude?" Ginny asked, suppressing a groan as he began to knead the sole of her foot.

"I'm just saying, maybe you could do something for me every once in a while," Harry pointed out as he channeled magic into her foot, making her eyes widen in surprise.

"Li-like what?" Ginny stammered as he twisted the ball of her foot, squeezing her toes together as he continued to channel magic through his fingertips.

"A handjob?" Harry suggested, knowing full well that she was not going to do it.

"No, I am not that kind of girl," Ginny protested, the effect slightly ruined by the breathiness in her voice.

Harry smirked and channeled a wave of magic up her leg, making her back arch off the couch as her core was assaulted by his magic making her... tingle everywhere from the waist down.

"Oh... my... god... I think... I'm going to... cuuuuuuum!" Ginny shrieked, her toes curling tightly as her body went rigid.

Harry held her foot in both of his hands as he continued to push magic into it, pushing her towards a powerful orgasm.

Harry watched her, feeling unbelievably turned on by the sounds she was making, her moans of pleasure getting louder and more high-pitched the longer he held her dainty foot in his hand.

Harry watched her start to tremble as she experienced her first magical orgasm and he intensified the amount of magic he pushed into her foot.

"Pl-pleeeeease... I can't... l... I can't...take... any... anymore!" Ginny begged in a high-pitched squeal between gasping breaths as he succeeded in overstimulating her.

Harry smirked as he let up on the pressure and stopped channeling magic up her leg.

Harry went back to the massaging her foot, using his magic to soften her rosy-pink sole, making the bottom of her foot feel silky smooth to the touch as he worked his way from her heel to the underside of her toes.

"Oh... my... god... that was... amazing," Ginny said between heavy pants as she came down from the most overwhelming orgasm of her life.

Harry lazily ran his thumb over her other toenails, changing the color of her nail polish to Slytherin green on her big toe, silver on the next toe, green on the middle toe, and so on in an alternating pattern.

"You can be that kind of girl if I want you to be, Weasley," Harry smirked as he set her foot down in his lap and gently lifted her other leg by the ankle.

"If you can do that to me why can't you do it to yourself?" Ginny asked as she closed her eyes looking very content as he began to massage her other foot.

"It doesn't work on me, it's my magic," Harry explained as he began to work his thumbs into her right foot, his magic softening the flesh as if he was using a pumice stone.

"Oh," Ginny said as her eyes fluttered open.

"I guess you can just owe me later," Harry smirked as he ran his thumb over her toenails to change the color from maroon to the alternating silver and green pattern on her other foot starting with silver on her big toe this time.

"If you want... I can try to do that for you," Ginny said nervously, her face coloring in embarrassment.

"No, I was just messing with you," Harry chuckled, absentmindedly as he moved his way to her heel.

"Oh," Ginny said, looking a bit relieved.

"I am going to court you properly which means we can't have intimate relations before we are officially courting," Harry explained absentmindedly as he channeled a bit of magic into her foot.

"But just a moment ago-

"It doesn't count, I didn't touch you in an unacceptable way and your clothes were on," Harry explained cutting her off before she could finish her question.

"So you do plan on courting me?" Ginny asked, trying to sound unconcerned.

"Depends on how well you get along with Luna," Harry said as he stopped massaging her foot and looked over at her, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Luna?" Ginny asked in confusion.

"She will end up being my mistress or at least that is what I think she is planning," Harry shrugged.

"You already plan on taking a mistress," Ginny said, sounding a bit put out.

"She and her father are the last of the Lovegood line if she marries me, her children would take my name but if we aren't married, her progeny will be Lovegoods," Harry explained.

"You care for her," Ginny said, more as a statement than a question.

"Yes," Harry said simply as he let her foot rest in his lap, feeling pleased with himself at the silver and green pattern on her toes.

"My parents don't follow the old customs," Ginny said, giving him a strange look.

"Unfortunately mine do... well my mother more than my father," Harry said as he shook his head in annoyance.

"You don't like your mother, do you?" Ginny asked her brown eyes glued to his.

"No, she is so controlling. She has dad by the bullocks and has no compunctions about hurting people to get what she wants," Harry admitted softly.

"Has... has she ever hurt you?" Ginny asked hesitantly.

"No, she spoiled me until my first year but there is something... off about her lately, it creeps me out, to be honest," Harry said turning away from Ginny's gaze, and looking down at her feet still resting on his lap.

Before she could ask anything else about his mother, the warning bell rang and Harry breathed a small sigh of relief.

Ginny slid her legs off of him and sat up before leaning down and scooping her socks off of the floor. She made to put them on only to stop when she realized he had changed the color of her nail polish.

"What have you done?" Ginny exclaimed in horror as she saw the silver and green paint on her toes.

"Made you more presentable," Harry smirked as he watched her pull her socks on.

"Why did you pick such ghastly colours?" Ginny demanded, sounding exasperated.

"I hazard a guess that you would look far better in green than scarlet with your hair color," Harry quipped.

"You have a point there but those are the colors of our biggest rivals," Ginny protested as she pulled on her shoes and then summoned her outer robes.

"My apologies," Harry said insincerely as he stood up and summoned his own robes and quickly slid them on.

"I've only known you for a few weeks and I can still tell you don't really mean that," Ginny snorted as she took his offered hand and allowed him to help her to her feet.

"You got me, maybe I'm just marking my territory," Harry suggested with a smirk as he led her out of the room.

"Like a dog peeing on a tree," Ginny giggled.

"Yes but my way was cleaner," Harry shot back.

"So what are you doing tomorrow?" Ginny asked as they stepped into the seemingly-empty seventh-floor corridor.

Harry noticed two disillusioned figures by the tapestry but he paid them no mind.

"Catching up on my weekend homework, why?" Harry asked, glancing over at her curiously.

"I thought we could do something," Ginny said sounding nervous.

"Sure, what did you have in mind?" Harry asked.

"A picnic by the lake," Ginny suggested.

"I would like that," Harry said feeling a bit surprised to realize that he actually meant what he said.

"Really?" Ginny asked looking a bit surprised.

"Why does that surprise you," Harry asked as they passed the grand staircase.

"You don't seem like the picnic type," Ginny sniggered.

"What do you think my idea of a date would be?" Harry asked as they entered the corridor leading to Gryffindor Tower.

"Tormenting mudbloods or maybe stealing candy from children," Ginny said, looking like she was fighting not to laugh.

"I would never steal candy from children," Harry protested.

"I'm impressed," Ginny smirked.

"You never know where their grubby little hands have been," Harry added.

"If they're anything like Ron, they were probably picking their nose," Ginny giggled as they came to a stop in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Good night, Ginny," Harry said.

"Good night," Ginny said before pulling his head down to her and placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

Harry was a bit taken aback as she released her hold on him and gave the Fat Lady the password before darting into the common room, her cheeks flushed pink.

Harry shook himself and began making his way back to the grand staircase, ignoring his invisible tails that were standing off to the side of the portrait.

It had been an interesting evening and he was really starting to enjoy his time with Ginny.

As he walked down the staircase, he began making plans to relieve some of his sexual tension with the blonde staying in his dorm.