Harry walked the Halls, arm in arm with Daphne as they threaded their way towards the room. They are taking the long way back to their chambers. The path they chose tonight brought them past the potions classroom. They heard voices raised in disagreement.
"I repeat for the last time, Pansy, Our contract was Voided by your Grandfather, when he missed that payment two years ago." Draco stormed from the classroom, causing Harry and Daphne to hide in an alcove. Jagged crying from the classroom drew Daphne from Harry's side.
"What do you want, Greengrass?" Sniffled the dark haired girl.
"A good long fuck from Potter." Daphne smiled at the witch, "A longer hot bath, with Potter washing my back and hair." Here Daphne dropped her smile, "But what my greatest desire at this very minute… How best to screw over Malfoy."
Pansy sniffled one last time, before shifting to a sneer. "You never said how you bested Malfoy."
"One word." Daphne sneered, as she slinked closer. "One word explains everything… and using it brings me great pleasure. One word that not only angers Malfoy, but strips him of Power, Access, and everything in between. One word."
Pansy stood tall as she connected the dots before her. "One word." She leered at her sister in green. "Potter."
"You Rang." Harry asked from the door.
"You're giving me to him?" the dark eyed beauty sneered.
"No." Greengrass pushed the shorter girl against the table behind her. "You, I am keeping to myself. Potter owns the rest. Right now Granger is defiling Lady Potter in Potter's name. What Warlock Potter did to Lord Warlock Greengrass, He will soon do to Malfoy, if I have my way. But you, Pansy Parkinson, are mine."
"Did you have to say that about Malfoy?" Harry sneered.
"Yes. Now shut it." Daphne turned to the little witch. "First, we are Buying you. Your Contract is open now that Malfoy is not pursuing it."
"I will write Ashraq in the morning." Harry crossed his arms as he leaned on the door jam. "Heir Black seeks a Contract for the position of Consort, Heir and Spare guaranteed, opening bid at…" he shrugged, "18?" He looks at Daphne, "We are expecting to have to raise our bid over the next six months, but require a chastity clause."
"Write it tonight. We want her Mother to arrive just after breakfast and haul her to Poppy for the clause." Daphne smiled. "While we have roared about who is the Heir to Black, it has gone unreported in the paper and is mostly overlooked by everyone else. If everything goes as planned, your Grandfather will think it is Malfoy backdooring his claim, you get to spit in the eye of our little bitch, and next year, should you so choose, you get to scream into the cunt of your choice as Lord Potter shags you legless."
"I have to wait until next year?" Pansy frowned.
"January 13th." Harry sighed. "Between the first Challenge, the Yule season, and My Blood Feuds… My time is going to be sparing. Then I will need to take a fortnight off to abstain, and with three demanding sex kittens as it is…" He shrugged. He then entered the room, catching her chin between thumb and forefinger, and lifting it up. He peered into her eyes. "We can even prank the wanker… send him little gifts one would give a Bridegroom."
"But Let's twist it." Daphne smirks. "Potter makes sex toys. Let's make and send sex toys of the kind we were planning on using on you, my love."
"Cock rings and cages." He stepped to Daphne's side and nibbled at her neck. "Gifts that are sexual in nature, but to those in the know… for a sub or bottom."
"Plugs." Pansy smirked. "With the Malfoy crest inset in the base."
"Ebony, with alabaster inlay. Polished Ivory with Jet." Harry shifted from nipping to teething." Harry murmured.
"Delivered during breakfast." Daphne smiled. "If the Boxed items were delivered to your bedside each morning, could you use an owl that is recognized as a school owl to deliver it during the height of our morning meal? Or do we need to find another way to spotlight the Delivery?"
"Have them beside my bed by five, each morning. I will want to write him a note." Pansy ran her hand over the Wizard's chest. "I get Fucked by Potter here, and get to watch you and your Coven disrespect and abuse Draco?"
"No." Harry smirked. "You get Fucked by Lord Black. And You get to watch as Your Coven disrespects and abuses Sion Black, formerly Malfoy." Harry sniffs her ear. "Inform your Mother. You will be held to the Highest Standard of Celibacy. Lord Black demands that you are accompanied at all times by an Auror that He Trusts above Bones. Until You are Claimed, Bought, and Bound as Consort of House Black, Millie is to be your only companion." Harry turned away. "Sorry Wife. You will be sleeping in the Pit tonight. Winkie!" a pop at his knee signalled her presence. "Elf, you will follow these two witches for the next forty-eight hours. Only Big Millie and Auror Black are allowed within five feet of them. The Coven is welcome. All males are to be put to the wall, females are just pushed aside. The Heiress is being acquired by House Black."
Winkie stood taller, after all, she was a Black Elf. "Mistress."
Daphne tucked her arm through Pansy's. "Now, Heiress, remind me, Which way to the Pit?" She kissed Harry's cheek as they passed into the night, Winkie fading from view as she followed.
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Harry sighed, before exiting the room, and heading to the chambers. "Looks like I get to sleep tonight."
Harry smiled to himself, and headed for the seventh floor, and the troop of trolls in tutus. Inside the hidden door was a small room with a pocket hammock, a quilt, and a table under a window, holding a bluebell flame in a jar.
Harry scribbled out a note to Ashraq;
Ashraq. House Black has found a new way to bleed and shame our rivals. The Daughter of House Parkinson has been declared abandoned by Heir Malfoy. House Black seeks to bind the girl. Openly post that We seek to claim this Jewelled Treasure. Opening bid of 16,000 GG, with Parkinson pushing the price higher over the next six weeks. We require a Chastity Charm to monitor the Lass.
Allow House Parkinson to believe that you can be milked for information on Lord Black, a young Warlock that has just shortly become 'Of Age', and has found the Heiress to have captured his eye and interest.
Allow House Parkinson's Account Manager to know what was paid for Lord Black's Last Contracts, and that for a small price… you can push her Contract to the top of his pile.
Our Will be done,
Our Profits be increased,
Our Enemies be damned.
HJP-B
The Window opened up just as Hedwig arrived to take the letter, she nibbled his fingers, and vanished into the night.
Quickly, Harry undressed, climbed into the pouch, and wrapped the quilt about himself. As He drifted off to sleep, He cast his thoughts over his Witches… and what they were doing.
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Harry became aware that he was sitting on a log in a clearing of what looked like the Forbidden Forest. At first, he was spooked, ready for combat, but the many weeks he had spent under the hands of his witches had removed his 'Panic' button and forced him to observe.
He was not alone. A Moceltic hero in a Kilt sat across from him. Potter's Last thoughts a few seconds ago were of Dobby and now he is sitting across from the great Cu Chulainn.
"You must be the 'One' Daphne requested to guide us." Harry returned to poking at the fire.
"She is a feisty one." the Demi-god smirked. "Do you know what it is you face? In the coming weeks you will face Trials the Likes I, Myself would have shied away from."
"Yeah, but you did not have three witches stroking your 'Ego', with a line around the block." Harry snorted.
"Three, He says." The Celt snickered. "Your Coven has grown by two this very night, and a pair of Twins are in need of your touch." Cu frowned to himself as he mouthed the words back to himself, before he smiled, "Sorry, a pair of Twin sets, meaning two sets of twins. That is four more young witches yearning for your touch."
"If you would provide my Head Priestess with their identities… I will see about holding a Sabbath of an Orgy on the 14th of February." Harry watched the Demi-god as the Kelt stared into the Fire.
"Okay, but you will be learning the Staff and Spear. Long, Short, Quarter, and Half." The Demigod leaned back on his log. "In three days, you will face a Challenge all youths fancy, but the wise fear." He pulled a flask from his belt. "Once you heal from that, you will learn your 'Courtly Graces'." He sipped from his flask. "You have a Yule Ball at this Solstice. If you prove your skills… I will grant you a Boon. Now it is time for you to awaken."
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Harry Potter awoke with a start, and fell out of the Hammock. Using an ensuite shower, he showered and returned to find a freshly pressed Lord Potter silk suit awaiting him. Once dressed, his ironwood battle wands slung up his sleeves, he exited the 'Room', and made his way down to the Great Hall.
Once he entered the Hall, he swept his eyes over the Tables. He noticed that none of his Coven was there yet, but Neville was just digging into a Farmer's Breakfast. With no one around him, Potter moved to join the big guy.
"Warlock Longbottom. Do you mind if I join you?"
The round faced lad looked up, nodded, and waved at the seat across from himself. "And I am not a WarLock. Gran does not recognize the Coven way of Life."
"That is not her call." Harry grinned at the hefty lad. "WarLock is more than just a male spellcaster. You have the skills for a Wizard… given that we are at Hogwarts. You are a Master of the Druid Arts, you can beat Albus in the 'Garden Arts' alone." Harry poured a goblet of water, before running his fingers along the rim. The clear liquid turned to a creamy brown foam. "Snape will not follow you into the Greenhouses. I call you Warlock, because you are a 'Combat Mage' of a certain Class."
"And what is going on between you and your witches?" Neville cocked an eyebrow at the smaller boy.
"I slept alone." Harry huffed. "And according to my wives, I am all by myself until after the Task."
"Then you can assist me with something." Neville scraped a wedge of bread across his plate. "I took an oath that I need to oversee, but I find I am bound in ways that cripple me and will hurt me even worse."
"As soon as we finish eating our fill." Harry wandlessly summoned three crussaints and split them, stuffed them with fried egg, scrambled egg, bacon, sausage, and crumbling cheese. He waved his hand over the three items, before wrapping two in his handkerchief and tucking them into his pocket, before eating the third. "Tell me. What do you know of 'Cu Chulainn'?"
Five minutes later the two Leos exited the Hall. Neville was still talking about the Great Irish/Scottish Hero and His Pre-Roman Empire Heroic Days.
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Sue awoke to someone suckling her nipples. As her mind and vision cleared, she found Astoria hissing and mewling as the second-year witchling tried nursing from her 'mammothic mams'.
Turning her head she saw Hermione cuddling a sleeping Tracy, with a sleepy expression on her face. "Ah, Granger. Just what is going on here?"
"Tori is feeling a little tender from her fucking yesterday. Between her issues of being the 'Baby of the Family', her mental issues learning of 'Male Female Sexual' usage…" Hermione uncurled from her sleeping partner, and crawled over to where Sue was getting assaulted. "She is nothing but a Slut of a sex toy. Outside of Hogwarts she will be bred to raise 'an Heir and Spare', keep her Lord's dick wet, and to teach the next in line for Heiress to do the same." Granger cuddled around the redhead. "Harry owns her, kind of like how he owns me."
"And you own me." Bones kissed the Muggleborn. "Last night, that … discharge on the floor after you forced me to lick your cock in my tits… I … knowing that from that minute forward I had no Value but as your Fuck-slave, and His through you."
"Oh, you have Value." Hermione kissed the Witch. "You will bring Honour, Wealth, and Power to the Potter Coven. Your ass will be added to the weekly rotation, and your Cunt will breed a strong Line for House Potter. That is in addition to what it will Hold for House Bones." Her Hand slid down the side of the creamy skinned slut, seeking her folds.
"You have picked up a few things from Last night." Sue shifted to allow her Mistress better access to her flesh. A motion the frizzy cat-witch was eager to capitalise on.
"Part of the reason that They took me was I wanted to know more. Part of my price, other than my Flesh, was full access to the free knowledge of the Pureblood society. So I get to read everything not blocked by Blood-Magic ratings and House-Blood Law." Hermione took the time to kiss the witch pinned under her. "Roll over a bit. My Cock is a little too dry." Granger strummed her own clit as it unfolded into her nine inch cock, and hummed as she sank into the damp box of the Hufflepuff.
"So, is that all I am to you… a box to keep your cock wet?" Sue tried for snarky, but the trembling need to be fucked that washed over her at the second proved that conviction false.
"No." Hermione using her thumb and forefinger grip on chin turned the redhead's eyes to face her. "Sometimes I will need that massive Cock ripping my 'box' in-twain, if not ripping my anus to shreds as I am fully bound face down, stretched out like the two galleon whore that I am. When that Happens, I fully expect the Witch with the Cock is doing her job." Hermione Spanked Tori's ass. "Tori. Up! Shower."
The 'Baby Blonde', Mewled as she disengaged from her nipple, and crawled naked from the bed.
"Tori." Hermione shifted so that Sue's legs wrapped about her waist as she slowly 'drilled' the heavier witch. "This is Sunday. You will be spending it with your Friends. Will you be wanting your Trine and Plug?"
"No. Miss." Tori stood tall. "I was hoping that … Latex."
"Knickers only, Then." Hermione thrust hard with her hips. "And two Plugs. And you may borrow a pair of my boots."
The Kitty witch turned to look at the witch under her. "You will need to talk to Winky. That means you will have to wait until 'Kitty gets her Cream'." Hermione begin to slowly fuck the Hufflpuff, taking her time and really 'dicking' her new toy to her full enjoyment.
Sue was just pinned there on the bed and Fucked. A living Fuck Toy. Nothing but sexual doll.
And she enjoyed being the Toy.
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Tracy awoke, in a new room. In a new bed. The arms of a new Witch.
A crying witch.
"Hey, Hannah." Tracy shook the shoulder of the crying girl that was using her as a 'crying-dummy'. "What is wrong?"
"Last Night, we never…" The Girl wailed into Tracy's cleavage.
The night came crashing down on Tracy's memory. Of the plan to have Hermione abuse her one last time before the 'Chamber'. Of the two Hufflepuffs finding them and …
"You and I never finished." Tracy, kissed the honey blond's lips. "First things first. We need to get cleaned up. Shower or tub?" She pulled herself from the bed, before striping naked. She then pulled the other witch to her feet and striped her naked. "As I Remember, you are going to be Lady Longbottom, Correct?"
"Yes."Hannah sniffled.
"And your Husband to be is…"
"Lord Longbottom."
"Warlock Longbottom. He will Stand beside WarLock Potter. This is a given. He may only have the one Witch, but none but Longbottom will stand higher in the service of Potter. There is no Shame in not finishing with me or us." Tracy looped her arm through her lover's. "Now. Take me to the bath or shower, so we can get clean, and see to our Men."
Hannah led the way to a private bath chamber where they bathed each other like sisters of an order of nuns. Scrubbing out the hair, and wiping dirt and sweat from flesh…
As they returned to the bed-chamber, Hannah gasped to see the room straightened out. Tracy looked about, and smirked. "Yes. Thank you Winky." She turned, and taking Hannah's knickers from the pile on the bed, proceeded to dress the blond witch. "The Difference between a Slut and a Lady is who gets to fuck her. Remember that. I am a Slut…or was. Now I am Lady Potter. You will be Lady Longbottom. What does that mean?"
"Only Lord Longbottom can fuck me?" Hannah took the green silk and leather breast device and fitted it up under Tracy's beasts, the cups lifting, bracing, and supporting her smaller but tighter mounds.
"Or those who own Lord Longbottom." The dragon-leather corset firmed up about Tracy's ribcage as the unicorn silk ties did their job. "Did you know, when I bought this, it was for status only. But under my Lord's hand, I have found it also a sex aide, armor, and boon. As delightful as these are on the day-to-day, I must advise you… And Susan of course, Get yourselves a set for Yule. Both only will give you a perk on the social scene, but there are times when a witch will need to back her wizard."
"And the Boots?" Hannah watched Tracy step into matching knee-high boots, before strapping an equally matching strap to her thigh, and sliding her wand along her pale skin. "Or the Strap?"
"I am a sex doll." Tracy smiled, "Will be for another five years. I keep my wand here so I get to show off my ass and legs every time I draw my wand. The Boots were just a glamour piece like the bustier, but the Husband really likes us booted."
"Is his dick really that good?" Hannah finished combing out her hair.
Tracy hummed to herself for a minute. "No. It is not his Cock that is what I want. It is Him. Oh, I need his cock ripping my holes open and filling them with his seed. Do not get me wrong. If he declared that He would never fuck me again… period, I would die." Tracy dressed in her new style of Hogwarts Student. "Just as you will when you merge with your Wizard."
"And what if I Don't?"
"Hannah." Tracy stepped around and raised the blond's chubby chin in her hands. "I got bad news for you. You are tangled with a Lord of the Green. You are Fucked. And now that you are alone… you are going to make Molly Prewett Weasley look like a gentle witch with only an Heir and Spare. Your Lord is going to come home from the Fields and Forest, he is going to eat his fill at your table and take his full measure in your Hearth. And provided that My Lord does his job, so your Lord can do his. You will be fat, barefoot, and pregnant for years to come."
"You say the nicest things." Hannah Abbot smiled, and tucking her wand into a wand band on her wrist, guided the green-gilded girl through the common room to the Great Hall.
Overheard as they passed. "What is that Snake doing in here?"
"Quiet you fool!"
"Yeah, You know who she is. If she spent the night… that means either there is trouble in Camp Potter… or Camp Potter is looking for trouble."
"And we just wanted a quiet meal outside the Drama."
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