Chapter 27 - Cascade
In the Great Hall, Harry was chatting with everyone, aware that he was getting more looks than usual. The source was easy to pin down as so far, all the extra glances came from Slytherin girls. Harry was a little nervous about this, but he didn't sense any hostility from them.
He was just about to relax when he spotted his friend Mark angrily stalking over to him, staring at him. Harry stood slowly, afraid that he knew exactly what had Mark in a bad mood that morning.
Mark slowed when Harry's size became apparent, aware now that Harry was far taller than the rest of the Third and Fourth Year students. In fact the Boy-Who-Hated-That-Title was just about Mark's own height and he knew Harry was far stronger. That awareness gave him pause to think which in turn helped cool his instinctive indignation about what the rumour mill had produced. He managed to give Harry a nod, grateful that the younger boy just led the way without a word to one of the alcoves where they could have some privacy for this talk.
"Harry, I have been hearing a lot of rumours already, and now that I've got my head on straight, I want to ask you for the truth, one wizard to another. What happened between you and my little cousin Daphne?" To his pride, Mark managed to ask that without a hint of criticism in his tone.
"Only what she wanted to happen, Mark. I will not talk about any details without her consent, however. A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, mate. I can say that Daphne is a wonderful girl whom I love deeply and I will never willingly hurt." Harry's serious manner helped Mark accept this from the young man.
"Very well, and I am glad you aren't the kind of guy who would boast about conquests, unlike some of the idiots in this place." He took a breath to calm himself. "So how did the story get started, then?"
"Well, no one saw us together, so that only leaves finding out from the lovely lady herself, I think. I will investigate if she wasn't responsible, and I'm still keeping an eye out as a matter of course."
Mark nodded, he knew Harry was watching out for them, and despite never being able to spot the clones, they had always been there when Mark called.
"So now that we have that out of the way, there are still a couple of things I have to say. Family obligation, you understand."
"I do."
"First of all, if you hurt her, you make an enemy of all the Greengrass alliance."
"Of course, and I never will hurt her on purpose."
Mark just waved that away. "Yes, yes, I know. Secondly, if you dishonour her, if you harm her standing, et cetera, et cetera. Lastly, and I realise I may be premature on this." He glared at Harry, before grinning. "Welcome to the family. I can see how she looks at you. I know she won't leave you, and you can't leave her without hurting her, so you won't do that. You're stuck with us."
Harry smiled back, and the two shook on it. "Deal!"
They headed back to the Hufflepuff table, their friendly demeanour letting their other friends relax again after the tense start to the meal.
Daphne finally showed up right as the food arrived on the platters, coming straight over to Harry and sitting in his lap, cuddling. Harry's arms automatically came up and around her, supporting her. "Thank you Harry, I needed that."
He was puzzled as when he left, she was anything but upset. "What happened, Daphne?"
"Pansy happened. She had to go and call you a half-blood like it is some stain on you, and implying that you demanded, well, what we had last night. I set her straight, but it still hurt."
Harry's arms tightened around her, and Mark sighed. He really couldn't object to what Harry was doing, even if his family would ordinarily have a problem with their eldest daughter sitting on a boy's lap right in the Great Hall being a clinging schoolgirl. Too bad, they weren't here, and Harry was, so it was to him she went for comfort. It also showed more than any words that Daphne wasn't upset with anything that she had done with Harry.
The rest of their circle of friends closed ranks so that Daphne had supportive friends all around, and that soon saw her recovered enough that she didn't need to hold onto her man. She still did, of course, as the discussion with Pansy provided the perfect excuse to stay with Harry like she wanted.
Susan and Hannah shared a look. First Hermione, then Daphne. If they didn't want to be last, they had better hurry up. A quick check of their schedules showed that if they wanted, they did have a two hour gap between Divination and dinner. "Well, that would be the soonest we can do 'it' but I wouldn't feel right skipping out on everyone like that."
"Me either, Hannah, so tonight after dinner. Um..."
"Yes?" Hannah asked curiously.
"Well, I hope you don't hate me for this."
"You know I would never do that!" Hannah was scandalised.
"I hope not. Oh, sod it all. Hannah, would you be there with me? You were my first friend, and I won't be so afraid if you're there too."
"And we have shared so much already-"
"-including Harry's love."
"Oh, alright, you twisted my arm," Hannah's giggle was contagious, and they hugged quickly, glad they were Hufflepuff enough to work this well together.
As they all trooped off to their various destinations after breakfast, Susan pulled Harry over for a quick word. "Harry, can we talk?"
Harry's heart raced at those three little words.
Between them, they put up some quick privacy spells which Harry, being careful not to mix the chakra with magic, bolstered with a sound-dampening technique further out. Susan put on a brave face and continued, "I have heard just what you did to those two girls, they told us all about you, every touch, every caress, every look. And I don't think it's right!"
Susan stopped herself, blushing. She took a deep breath while Harry got close to panicking, picking up where she left off. "I don't think it's right for me to wait any longer. Harry, are you ok?"
Harry only barely heard her, though he was glad he did and he felt very foolish indeed for jumping to conclusions. "Yes, my love, I am now. I'm sorry, I assumed you were going to say something else." He hugged her tight, letting her presence wash away his tension.
"Oh? Oh! Oh, not like that! No, I just want to feel for myself what they did." Her blush returned in full force. "Only, I don't know if I can do it alone."
"You won't be alone, my sweet Susan." Harry was a little confused.
"I will be alone with you, though. But I thought of a solution, and um, well, would it be alright with you if Hannah was there too?"
Harry's eyebrows shot up before he could stop them, this was certainly not what he had ever expected from that shy redhead from First Year. And yet, in a way, that's exactly what this was. "So you are asking if I have any objections to not one but two beautiful, lovely girls spending the night with me?"
She nodded, speechless.
Harry smiled as he rubbed her back. "I should hope I never turn down spending time with those I love, sweet Susan. If you want her there, and she wants to be there, then she will be there." He sealed his promise with a gentle kiss before coming up reluctantly. They were already risking running late, and they took down their spells hurriedly as they left, Harry giving Susan a hand to get there faster when they weren't observed by anyone.
She thrilled at the speed of the Body Flicker then remembered that their first class was Potions with Snape. No, she most certainly did not want to be late for that class!
Harry and Susan made it to the dungeons with a minute to spare before the scowling face of the Professor arrived along with the rest of him, robes billowing as they usually did. His piercing eyes speared Harry as he passed the students to his desk, confirming to the young man that he had heard the rumours from his House about Daphne.
Snape did manage to keep his thoughts on the matter to himself, however. Soon, the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were all working busily on the day's brewing with even less chatting than a regular class with the dour man and more concentration on the lesson. That saw the sharp-tongued Snape start to return to normal. Of course, normal for Snape was still far from pleasant to others, but it was better than the barely leashed restraint from earlier.
Naturally, he was still keeping a very close watch on Harry and his harem. The very thought still made Snape sneer, but he did admit that he was pleased Lily's boy had turned out so well. Not a single sign that the student had inherited any of that blasted Potter's love of 'pranking'. Also, he was polite and smart enough to listen to Snape's every word. Harry had also helped stop those dunderheaded girls who infested the school from worshipping the fop the year before. All that meant that he was more inclined to be a little more forgiving of the boy who had dared touch one of his Snakes that way.
That brought up a different problem for Snape. 'How in Merlin's name did Lily's boy manage to do it? Not a single student, staff member, house elf, ghost or even a bloody portrait saw any inkling of what must have gone on?! Not even the guardian to the Slytherin Common Room had seen anything out of the ordinary.'
The way Daphne had reacted told the many observers that morning that she was very well pleased with what had happened. That was amply confirmed by what she had told that bit of window-dressing Draco kept around.
The only conclusion Snape could reach was that Lily's boy would have done well in Slytherin. Even as a Hufflepuff, the boy was cunning enough to bypass every obstacle until after the fact. Indeed the failure for keeping it quiet rested with one of his own Snakes being outed by the rest.
Having reached that thought, Snape felt a most unusual urge to smile at one of his students. He didn't do it, of course! That would have ruined the respect his students gave him. Nevertheless, it did mean he wasn't going to punish Harry unless he had to. The boy was a Slytherin in Hufflepuff clothing, and Snape always protected his Slytherins.
Harry, for his part, was rather shocked that Snape hadn't done anything at all to him or to his friends in revenge for 'sullying' Daphne. A sotto voce comment to Harry while his partner Justin was close to the flame put it into terms he could understand.
"Twenty points to Sly- to Hufflepuff for your preparations and attention to detail, Harry."
The rest of the class was boring enough, with the students handing in a better than average grade of finished potions and escaping to Charms class with Professor Flitwick. The congenial man was also looking at Harry sharply but relaxed when he detected no signs that Snape had been as unprofessional as Filius had honestly expected.
Staff and students alike took the opportunity to have more fun in class. The class involved attempts at the Cheering Charm, a spell that Flitwick had happily demonstrated on a couple of volunteers first. Afterwards, they split up, with the majority heading elsewhere while the rest went to Arithmancy. Harry's mind wandered during class, however, thinking about another wonderful night ahead of him.
At dinner, both Susan and Hannah were giving him extra smiles. The other girls had noticed, and knew of their desires. While the two Hufflepuffs got the real Harry, his clones would still be available to spend time with the other girls, and both Hermione and Daphne intended to take advantage of that for more cuddling with their man.
As the group finished up their dinner, they headed off to their room where they practiced Charms some more. It was about the only time where everyone could honestly enjoy doing extra homework.
At the end of the night, they broke up to return to their House areas, Susan and Hannah heading straight up to the girls' dormitory, their hearts racing. The other Hufflegirls had helped distract attention from this, wanting their night to be perfect for their co-girlfriends.
In their dorm room, Harry followed the girls over to where Susan and Hannah sat. He knelt before them, smiling and taking a hand from each of them in his own, gently rubbing it to help them relax. Once they smiled back at him, he stood up slowly and set up Illusions and sound-cancellation around the bed. They were longer lasting than the best spells he could cast yet, making them the preferred option.
"You both look beautiful tonight, and I am thankful every minute of every day that you return my love for you." Harry hugged each girl in turn then sat on the bed, looking from one to the other. "Have you decided how you want to go ahead with this, my ladies?"
Susan took a deep breath, doing interesting things to her robes, "We were thinking that I would go first, then Hannah."
"Ok, sweet Susan," He smiled warmly, "whatever works for my loves works for me."
He drew the redhead into a soft kiss, pulling back as he noticed Hannah getting impatient, then turned and gave the pigtailed blonde her own, loving kiss and a smile.
The two girls took it in turns all night until each were too tired to move, snuggling on either side of Harry as they fell asleep. Harry was just about to follow them when he remembered to renew the protections around his bed, just in case. That done, he fell asleep, arms around the blonde and redhead who had made his night so good.
When the threesome awoke in the morning, Harry was in the middle and had already replaced his Hogwarts clones, making an extra one so that all the clones knew what he did the night before. He wanted to share with all of him those memories!
'Of course! No good deed goes unpunished,' Harry's clones reflected later.
Since Harry couldn't stop smiling remembering the events, the wondrous events of the last few days, neither could his clones.
Anko saw a great chance to tease the boy, and she was going to take it! With her most innocent expression and tone of voice, she stopped him as he was clearing away the breakfast dishes. "So what happened to you, sonny boy?"
Harry could have slapped himself. Of course, his parents would notice. Of course, his ninja parents would notice, and his smile almost slipped until a memory of Hermione's more intimate kisses came over him and he grinned all over again.
"Crap." Harry muttered without any heat. He was just in too good a mood to feel angry or annoyed. "Sorry, Anko-mum, I didn't expect you to ask. I know, I know, 'you're a ninja. You should be unpredictable.'"
She just nodded, grinning. This was great, she didn't even have to remind him, and she just waited, using patience as a weapon.
Harry knew it, too, but he wasn't prepared to give up his secrets just yet. "Well, I, real me, had a good night at the castle."
"And?" Anko prompted.
"And that made me smile."
Anko rolled her eyes. It wasn't exactly a subtle way to redirect her questioning, or to attempt to distract her with her emotions, but it still served to delay matters.
With that, Harry felt comfortable enough to finish up washing the dishes, the hard way by hand, as his parents required from time to time, just to keep him from getting too set in his ways. By the time he had finished, he was able to escape to school, though the other clones were not so lucky.
They got teased over what had made them so happy any time his parents-slash-instructors wanted to test his concentration during the various tasks. Still, their attempts to find out what had really happened were rather mild, all things considered. They had made sure he knew they wanted to know as any good parent would to share in the joys of their children, as well as wanting to know in their roles as his trainers. When he was ready, he would tell them, and they could outlast him, however long it took.
The situation at school with his girls, however, was far from that relaxed atmosphere. When Harry refused to spill all as soon as they saw him, since there were others around them and this involved sensitive, not to mention very personal, information, they got suspicious and tried to worm it out of him.
They even took the completely unfair step of reminding him how much they already accepted and how lucky he was for their forbearance, laying on the guilt trip since he wasn't forthcoming with a ready explanation.
"Enough!" he said firmly, if fairly quietly, to his girls. "I will tell you, you know I will, but I can't always give you what you want right away." The way he was looking around was supposed to tell them that he was waiting until they were secure.
"Harry, why are you looking at everyone but us? Don't you love us anymore?" Michelle asked, pouting.
"Damn!" he cursed quietly and pulled her in for a hug, whispering. "That's not the problem, Michelle, I swear. I just can't give you all the answers until we're alone. Please, trust me, you'll want it that way when you hear it."
Michelle sighed. "Why is it so hard to stay mad at you, Harry Potter?"
"Because I love you and will do anything in my power to make you happy?" he offered.
Taking a breath, she chuckled. "Maybe it is, at that." Stepping back, she smiled. "Ok, Harry, we can wait but this better be good."
"I will let my lovely ladies be the judge of that," he returned, relieved as they headed off to their classes.
True to his word, Harry took his girls aside at lunch, setting up various privacy techniques so no one would overhear their discussion.
Once they were all comfortable, sitting around him in a semi-circle, he began at the basics.
"You know how I get the new memories when a clone is dispelled, well over the last three days, none of us had received new memories from the Boss himself, only from the other clones at the castle."
When each girl had nodded, he continued. "So, this morning, I and the others found out what the Boss had been up to since Halloween. I mean, I told you about the new girls who have joined up." Here, Harry created Illusions that showed each of the girls, along with their names and some brief info.
"Well, that night, Hermione surprised me, wanting to celebrate her anniversary with me in a very special way."
Ella's jaw dropped. "You mean?!"
"Yes, exactly. She took me to her bed and we made love." Harry made the declaration clearly and distinctly.
While the girls were stunned at the news, it wasn't really that big a surprise. They knew that the girl loved and trusted Harry, and also that she had been taking things a lot faster than they were able, or even wanted, really. Part of it was that they didn't get to spend time with the real Harry. While none of them held it against him for choosing to go to Hogwarts, the fact of the matter was they were denied the real boy for most of the year.
That fact was what had slowed their progress of the physical side of their relationship. Somehow, they wanted to have each of their firsts, whether first intimate touches or any other, with the real boy they had fallen in love with. Seeing him every day and knowing that however much the clones looked, sounded or felt like the real thing, they weren't, made them more nervous about sharing themselves with him.
They were still moving forward, just slower, because a part of them was always yearning for the real Harry James Potter.
On the other hand, their own awareness of the problem also meant they were slightly better able to handle the knowledge that one of the witches, those lucky girls who had the real guy in their midst, had beaten them to the 'prize' of being Harry's first.
So, they digested that pill a little easier than they would have otherwise, and then Harry dropped the other bombshells.
"Well, Monday morning, the other girls noticed what was different about her, and that evening, Daphne decided she wanted her turn."
"Two girls already?!" Ashley asked.
Harry blushed. "I'm sorry. It doesn't end there. Last night, Hannah and Susan both came to me, taking turns. Then this morning, I and the others found out from Boss' new memories what had been going on, and this is the first chance I have had to tell you privately since I found out." He blurted out, hoping they wouldn't be too mad. If they dispelled him, it might be painful and eliminate any safety net until one of the ones from home came along, but it would hurt him far more emotionally if they rejected him. It's not like he could blame them if they did.
While the rest were still in shock, Michelle took his hand, pulling him close and hugging tight as she came to terms slowly. Ella glared at her, then at Harry who was already anticipating her demand for a clone of her own to comfort her, making enough for all the girls twice over.
That made Ella laugh and the girls accepted the extra hugs and caresses, as Harry made sure to tell each girl again that he still loved and adored them just as much as he ever had, convincing them by telling the unadulterated truth as he saw it.
It didn't end there, of course. The girls went prying after details of what he'd done to whom, what they had done back, and so on. Unfortunately for their prurient curiosity, all Harry would say was that such details were private and he wouldn't reveal them without the permission of the girls involved. Sadly for Harry, they latched onto that clause on the end, demanding that he ask the girls for exactly that. He nodded and promised to have an answer for them by the next day.
In a way, Harry's very refusal to tell them what they wanted to hear was what they wanted to hear. None of the girls would want their own private lives discussed without permission, and that applied just as much to one girl as to any of the others.
Since they couldn't get any answers out of him, they decided to get back at him by other means. Ashley, Stephanie and Michelle had their clumsiest day of school in years, dropping things and picking them up, showing off their bodies to an appreciative Harry, while Meaghan simply groped his butt as she passed him in the hallway between classes and continued on without a care in the world. Michelle took the cake, however, taking him to a deserted corner and flashing her breasts at him, then grinning at the expression frozen on his face.
All this attention had its effect on the young teen, and he had to employ all the body control developed as a result of the Clan's rigorous, some might say tortuous, training in order to avoid embarrassment. As school ended for the day, he gathered up his girls for the walk to Ella's home for their usual after-school studying and smiled.
"Touché!" They enjoyed a laugh together, and Harry admitted they got to him, chatting as they always did.
Something Ashley said about being glad she wasn't a witch "because then I would miss out on Match of the Day" sparked an idea in Harry's fertile mind.
Yes, watching sport on Sundays was a Muggle tradition that he was sure would find at least a few supporters in the wizarding society, starting with the Abbott, Bones, Granger, Jones and Moon families, who had girls playing Quidditch at Hogwarts. This would definitely be worth suggesting to them.
At Hogwarts, Harry had a different set of problems that Wednesday. Namely, Tracey had begun glaring at him that morning, and she wouldn't quit or explain it to anyone. The truth was, Tracey wasn't sure just why she was angry with him. She tried to avoid him, at least until she knew what was wrong. Harry saw that and while he was hurt that she was angry at him, he had spotted from her body language that she was confused at her own anger. Daphne and Sophie had known the girl long enough that they saw it first, but Harry supporting their pleas to give Tracey time meant that the rest backed off on trying to pressure Tracey after lunch.
The girls didn't like what it was doing to their man, especially when they couldn't work out why. If they could, they would have been far more supportive, and helped them both to work through it. Harry had made a habit of giving massages as a reward to any girl who solved a problem within their group.
The guys had observed Tracey's unhappiness, but they freely admitted they had no clue what her problem was. As Ernie MacMillan put it, "She's a girl, and no guy understands a girl that well. We have enough trouble understanding each other."
Nevertheless, they knew to give her space. For the Gryffindors in their group, that was both easier and harder than it was for the other two Houses, easier because the traditional rivalry made the separation supported by both sides, harder because they shared a lot of classes. The extra time to think this gave their friend seemed to help a little. Daphne and Sophie reported that the girl was calmer but also sadder too. Little Astoria wasn't prepared to forgive Tracey just yet for hurting Harry, but she obeyed his direct order not to go after Tracey, "for now".
"I wish I knew what was going on, but any time I see our Harry, I just don't know what to do!" confided the frustrated Slytherin to her Housemates just before dinner. The rift had been observed by her Head of House who had used some light Legilimency seeking to satisfy his curiosity. The chaos of a teen girl's mind instantly gave Snape a headache. He snapped out a command for a house elf to fetch one of the potions from his private stock. As the headache passed, Snape put the matter out of his mind. He simply had more important things to do with his time, that was all.
Tracey made a late appearance in the Great Hall, having used the time she spent touching up her appearance to retake control of her emotions. She ate more than she had expected, since she had spent a lot of the day with her emotions upset and being too nervous to eat much at lunch. She barely avoided a burp as she finished her second helping, something that would have mortified the poor girl.
As she rose to leave the Slytherin table, where she had again had to put up with that idiot Malfoy's mouth and Pansy's sneers, she took care not to show any weakness in front of the others. She glanced around and noticed that Harry had disappeared from the Hufflepuff table, a part of her mind wondering where he had gone.
Rather than go with those fools from her own House, Tracey decided to take a turn around the castle to walk off her larger dinner and trusting that Harry would continue to give her the space she needed. What she hadn't expected was for Draco, feeling daring, to cast a Trip Jinx on her from behind. He flubbed the spell, but his shout got her attention and she turned around, drew her wand and returned fire with a Petrificus. Malfoy fell forward straight onto his nose, bleeding profusely, while Tracey marched up to him, wand trained on him.
"And just what makes you think that was ever a good idea? Do you really think that an incompetent like you would survive the retribution coming to you if you ever managed to hurt me? You didn't even consider what would happen to you and your family, did you. No, you just saw a Halfblood alone and thought you would have some fun."
A quick kick to the head knocked out the idiot and she left him there, face-down in the blood-stained dirt, as she headed inside and searched for a Prefect, reporting the attack and detailing the location. She knew that since she had only cast one spell, the worst that would officially happen to her was the loss of a couple of irrelevant House points. Unofficially, well, if anyone did try to punish her for defending herself, she wasn't kidding about the consequences of escalating a conflict.
Her family would see to that, even if Harry did not. Not that she could blame him, she felt horrible for how she was treating him, but she still didn't know how to go about fixing it.
It was harder to survive in Slytherin as anything other than a Pureblood by the more restrictive definitions prevalent among the supporters of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but one way was to maintain a reputation of strength, and that's just what her parents did.
Still fuming about the attempted assault, she walked faster trying to burn off the nervous energy in her system. As she moved aimlessly, she came across the other source of vexation in her life, her boyfriend Harry Potter walking along between Daphne and Hannah. She sped up behind him not sure what she was going to do. She took his hand and spun him around, wrapping around him and kissing him soundly, surprising herself most of all as she conveyed through the contact her passion, her frustration, her love and an apology for taking out her bad mood on him.
"Wow! Oh, and I'm sorry, Harry, forgive me? Will you forgive me for treating you badly this morning?"
Harry smiled at his surprising girl, "Tracey, I forgive you."
"Good! Now, let's go!" She dragged him off to their room, the bemused pair of girls who had been at his side looking at each other in confusion then following after with the crowd. Once there, and their privacy assured, she took her seat in Harry's lap and snuggled as close as she could, resting her head on his chest. "Mmm this is very nice. I see why Daphne loves it so much."
Daphne explained to a couple of the girls that the matter was now over. "I've seen her like this before. Well a bit like it. Once she calmed down, she just needed a little reassurance that she was still wanted."
The rest of the girls were taking advantage of the impromptu meeting for some extra cuddling, nodding as Daphne made sense of it for them.
Tracey pulled herself up a little, whispering in Harry's ear. "Harry, my love, I know I only just finished apologising, but would you do me a favour tonight?"
"If I can, what did you want me to do?"
"Me."
"You?"
"Me." She smiled and decided to explain a little more. "I realised tonight what I really see in you, and why I fell for you so hard. You're a good man, Harry Potter, and that is enough for me." Her smile turned wicked and she added, "Well, the way you fill out your uniform helps, and I've always found your intelligence a turn-on. Please, Harry. I love you and I need you."
If she were asking anything else, Harry might have felt like sighing in resignation. This favour was different, as any red-blooded male would agree. He put a hand behind her head and drew the witch in for a kiss, smiling afterwards as his reply.
While the Harry and Tracey were making up, Harry's other Hufflegirls were making a move too. The three girls who shared their dorm had all given great reviews of his talents, and Megan and Leanne were both feeling their desire for a certain green-eyed young man growing by the day. Seeing him take command that way to protect one of them, and now taking care of all of them, meant there was only one thing to do: find out for themselves just what had them all singing his praises.
Harry, for his part, was willing to do what he could to accommodate all the varied requests his girls were making. Tracey was the first to request the real him, and it was important to her that she know she was getting the real thing, not some imitation. The other girls accepted it, since the alternative was to risk some kind of bidding war or worse, having Harry break promises to them down the road.
When the group started breaking up to head back to their dorms, one of Harry's clones took Harry's place in the main group while the real Harry donned the Cloak again at Tracey's request. She had loved the way the older Slytherins were impressed by Daphne's success and figured getting away with it twice in a row even with the others on alert would be a great way to mess with their minds. Once she explained her reasoning, Harry just grinned at her and disappeared.
Following behind the girl, and wishing the school robes wouldn't hide so much, Harry made his way through the Dungeons into the Slytherin Common Room, once again grateful as he looked around that the Hufflepuff decor was more welcoming. Thoughts of furnishings fled as he leapt over the anti-male alarm into the Girls Dormitories, heading silently to the Third Years' room and came up behind Tracey, erecting his own protections against discovery after the girl was finished, and removed the cloak.
Tracey turned and jumped a little, watching her man stuffing the cloak into an expanded pocket. Her respect for him increased another notch at his stealth. She plastered herself to him, pulling his head down for a kiss then led him to lay down with her in bed, sliding her hands inside his robes and under his shirt, caressing the hot skin she found there.
It was only later as she snuggled with him after their second round that it hit her just what all that stuff inside her meant. Not only had she given her man her virginity, not only was she a woman as well as a witch, but she could be pregnant!
She didn't know any contraceptive spells, hadn't taken any potions. To be honest, she wasn't even sure just what she was supposed to do to prevent it. Since she didn't have a boyfriend before, her parents had breathed a sigh of relief at not having to have such a conversation with her, and they weren't the only Davis feeling that way. The thought of having her parents talk about those things scared her in a way that stories of You-Know-Who never did.
As she started to panic, Harry managed to distract her with a gentle kiss, cupping her cheek. "What's wrong, my belle?"
Opening her eyes, she managed a small smile, then explained, "Oh Harry, I'm sorry, I'm just, I'm frightened that I'm pregnant. My parents will kill me, then they'll kill you and-"
Harry shook his head, smiling. "Hush, my love, it is alright."
"It's NOT alright! I am too young to be a mother! And-"
"That's what I was trying to say. You aren't going to be a mother, or at least not nine months from now. My parents, as crazy as they are at times, drilled into me that it was just as much the man's responsibility as the woman's to take care of contraception. So I did it. I would only not take care of it if we had decided to try for a baby."
"I didn't see you cast any spells, though?"
"And I didn't. I used one of the many tricks from that other talent I have. It's a kind of medical technique, so I just performed it along with that one that removed the pain." Harry paused as the thought struck him. "Should I have told you I was doing it?"
"Will it hurt me?"
"No, never!"
"What about long-term effects?"
"The only long-term effect it has is extending your fertility period, and then only if it's cast regularly over a long period. It's safe, my love."
Looking into his eyes undid her, and she kissed him again passionately in her relief. That had the same effect as before, and she managed one more round before sleep overtook her, arms and legs wrapped around the amazing, thoughtful and loving man in her life.
Thank you for reading. My thanks also go to my betas for their hard work improving this story, and to you for your support and feedback. Again, for the curious, the full version is on HPFFA under Potter Attraction by Achilles.