Bones Manor, Susan's Bedroom, July 20, in the morning

If Harry was asked about his dreams, he'd characterise them as "usually strange". But this dream was different. His Suzy was doing weird things to herself. Outside, she never was that submissive, but right now she seemed to let go of her restraint and showed Harry the full extent of her submission. At least, Harry hoped that this was the full extent of her submission.

"Please, let it be all," Harry thought as he witnessed her putting something bigger into a place, he was sure nothing belonged there at all, again. When he managed to tear his eyes away of that spectacle, he saw another female kneeling far away from them. Curious as he was, he wanted to know who that was, and his dream-self closed that distance like in a time-lapse. Then he stood before – Narcissa Malfoy.

Hate, white-hot, murderous, raging hate flowed through his sense of self. He wanted to grab this worthless… that stupid… he wanted to shake her, grab and choke her, kick her, rip her, tear her apart, crunch her, feed her to some skrewt…

Then he woke up. His breath was going fast, his little heart went a mile a second and his muscles were tensed. He needed to calm himself. Eyes closed, he concentrated on his breath. His heart slowed down, as did his breathing, and the cramps in his legs announced the beginning of loosening up after being tensed up for too long.

His head fell to the left, and he saw his Suzy, sleeping with a smile on her face, "Hm, I wonder what she's dreaming about. Or did we share our dream? Is that possible? Is what I saw in my dream something she wants?"

To his everlasting horror, his dick started twitching while he reminisced his dream. He didn't refer to that as hot, did he? Maybe if he'd have sex, these images were getting… more… innocent, yeah. Maybe. Please. His hand started to move almost of its own accord, trailing along Suzy's body, and followed by his eyes. When he reached her boobs, it seemed they were – following his fingers? But then he saw Suzy's open eyes and a pretty mischievous intent in them. He exhaled, feeling relieved.

[...] Harry sighed contentedly.

'What a great girlfriend I have,' he thought.

Susan looked into Harry's eyes, "Do you want a second round, my beloved?"

[...]

Then he fell onto his butt, panting. Still, he felt absolutely full of energy. Susan just fell onto her side. He barely heard her "Thank you, master," before she started to breathe softly. She'd fallen asleep. Harry picked her up, put her into her bed and pulled the cover over her. Seeing his Susan smile, he thought, 'I did this. I made her happy,' and turned around to shower.

After that luxurious fifteen minutes of him under hot water Harry looked around the manor for Brigitta. Still, as he looked for her, what he saw of the manor impressed him. Whoever was 'responsible' for decorating had done a marvellous job. Which room he entered, nothing was too full of decorations, but wasn't empty either. Colours matched throughout the house, paintings accentuated several walls yet didn't intrude on consciousness if you didn't want them to, the frescoes on the ceiling, depicting various scenes from the Family's history, spoke volumes to the talent as well as craftsmanship of their creators, and the size of this manor felt simply right to Harry.

It was nothing like Vernon's or Petunia's attempts of decoration at Privet Drive. This manor had style.

He found Brigitta on the terrace wearing nothing but a shirt that showed a whole lot of Brigitta's massive cleavage. Or so it seemed. Harry was intent on talking though and wouldn't be as easily dissuaded. Just a shirt – really.

"I think we need to talk, right?" Harry opened.

Brigitta sighed, her eyes downcast, and nodded.

"You're coming after me," Harry half-asked, half-stated.

"Yes."

"How come?"

"It started with my daughter's first letter from Hogwarts. She told me she found the most b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l man in the history of mankind, sat with him on the express, and even became friends with him. I had to smile at her enthusiasm. And through her letters I came to know you for a bit. Susan sharing her adventures with me – it felt to me as if I were back at Hogwarts. Yet a part of me grew apprehensive. Her letters went clearly into a direction that I – in my honest moments – knew, I wanted too. For me."

"What do you mean, in your honest moments?"

"It means, I felt a growing attraction to you, but at times, I didn't like it. I pushed the responsibility upon you, even though you didn't even know I exist. But all of that – the apprehension, the attraction, my actions of denial, all the pushing away I did – came to head when I visited the third task of the tournament. Watching you through my omnioculars, I realized my heart ached for you. Just like Susan's heart, judging by her face. We both wanted to be there with you, helping you, guiding you. I accepted my heart's choice in that very moment. When you took that cup together with Cedric – what a magic moment. My heart grew too big for my chest; yes even my chest. I knew I had to confide in you.

"And all of my negative emotions have become a point of shame for me now. For this I'm so unspeakably sorry, Harry. Please, please forgive me," she pleaded.

Harry saw into her eyes, saw the need for forgiveness, the destruction it would wreak if denied – not that he ever contemplated that – and decided, he'd forgive that woman in front of him. It wouldn't have mattered, had she kneeled. It was plain as day that her soul kneeled before him.

"Don't worry about it, Brigitta, I forgive you," Harry responded. "I never knew of you, just in general terms, and I didn't have to bear your antipathies. You've fought through your negativities and you asked for forgiveness – you didn't make me forgive you – and I appreciate that more than you maybe realise. Thing is: what do we do now?"

Her smile became deeper and not a bit erotic, an indication of her experience, "I'm sure we can think of something don't you think?"

Susan didn't smile like that – yet. Brigitta did and it was quite frightening to be on the receiving end of it, Harry thought. What if Brigitta was the opposite of Susan, character wise?

Harry decided to test the waters, "Brigitta, you're frightening me."

Her face became an image of scared surprise, "Oh no, Harry, I didn't mean to frighten you. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize…"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't worry. I'm relieved you're not the polar opposite of Susan."

"No, Harry, the Bond would make that impossible."

"The Bond? I thought that was a conscious decision between my Suzy and me."

"That it is, Harry, but our Family magic pushes us towards it. In the past there have been horrible circumstances, when no bond has initiated, reaching to a kind of submission, where the master would have to tell his slave to breathe, else she would've died. Of course we have had masters in the past who abused that kind of control, going even so far and giving us the draught of living death so we couldn't act upon that particular need and forcing that control upon us.

"But that changed with the arrival of the Vikings. After our Family was given as a peace offering to some warlord, we changed. We think it was the Viking blood and magic giving us the boost in ferociousness we needed. We have some books in our library that tell those stories. After that, our Family name changed to Bones, because whoever tried to subdue us wouldn't be nothing but Bones when we were finished with them. No more draughts of the living death for us. We always chose our Masters after that.

"Still, never doubt that it was anything but a conscious decision for Susan to bond herself to you. Never!"

And even though Brigitta's face showed nothing but seriousness, Harry could see in her eyes that she had to restrain herself. His magic reacted and flooded the terrace, his emotions boiling, but the only emotion Harry allowed on his face was seriousness – just like Brigitta. He nodded.

Brigitta smiled another deep smile – but this time Harry wasn't frightened. He had made the first step into readiness for her. Then, as his emotions collapsed, so did his magic.

"So what's for Breakfast? Conquering the world, maybe?"

Brigitta laughed as Harry watched the interesting things it did to her upper anatomy. Not that she'd not know…

They talked more as they broke their fast and soon it became clear for Harry that they'd have to take many more steps like the one this morning if they ever were to become a couple. Things were different between them. Brigitta though took hope in the fact that they made the steps and Harry couldn't agree more. What a journey he was on. She offered to take off her shirt and Harry was curious, so he agreed.

"Look at my girls, Harry, all you like. I like it when you're seeing me."

Harry's eyes were transfixed. Sure, he had some little experience through Susan, but sizes this big were a completely different calibre.

"Want to touch?"

Harry shook his head, "No Brigitta. Don't get me wrong, you're so beautiful, and your – girls are such a sight to behold, but it feels wrong to me – yet."

Brigitta nodded, "Would you let me test something then, Harry?"

"Sure…"

And Brigitta stood up from her chair, walked over to Harry, and kissed him square on his lips.

"You're right, it's too early. Thank you for letting me test it."

Harry's ire grew with his confusion. What did that… think she was? And why did he allow his anger so much free space?

"I've gotta go."

"Will you return?"

"To my Suzy? Yes. To you? Maybe. Think about what you did and any appropriate reactions, will you?" and Harry stood up, fetched his clothes, and flew back to Privet Drive.

A/N: As always there is a slightly enhanced version on the other site. Hope you enjoy.