A/N: All previous warnings still, and will continue, to apply. Not for children or the faint of heart, or anyone sexually conservative. You've been warned.
Thanks as always to my amazing Beta, Hrymeigh, for going back and editing everything I've already posted before digging into new content.
Enjoy, pervs.
Chap. 3: Quizzical Conquests
Harry might have hoped for a morning shag, but Lilith was nowhere to be found when he woke up on Monday. Ron was still snoring away, but the others were stirring.
"Ah well," he muttered to himself, "Maybe I imagined it."
You didn't, Master, his servant's voice immediately sounded in his head, And good morning. I'm sorry, I'm just a little busy... I'll definitely help you out later, if that's alright. Of course, if you order me...
No, that's alright, Harry thought firmly, but he had no idea if that would or did work. Something to ask the Succubus when he next saw her, at least.
Instead, stowing his morning wood away, Harry rose and started getting ready for a shower before classes.
He needed one- even he could tell he smelled of 'boy'.
Unfortunately, his first class was History of Magic.
At least he finally got mostly caught up for the lack of sleep two nights ago.
Well, both nights, really, but one History class wouldn't make up for that.
Even worse, the next class was Double Potions. With Slytherin.
Which meant... Oh, shit.
Daphne Greengrass was in his year, and in Slytherin.
Even if that was about all he knew about her (aside from apparently wanting to shag him), this would be... awkward, to say the least.
What did you say to someone you'd- arranged or not- watched masturbate while calling your name, shagged on a table in a public library (even if it was at night and they were alone), and then eaten out to finish her off?
Not to mention the whole Succubus thing.
But as he followed a quiet Hermione and a still sleepy Ron into the Potions classroom, Harry was distracted from that thought by the presence of Umbridge.
She had already inspected Snape, hadn't she?
But she was still sitting in the back of the room, just as she had that first day, though this time she questioned no one.
Still, Snape seemed to be in even a more foul mood than normal, for he did nothing but glare at Harry and his friends aside from wave his wand at the blackboard and say, "Begin."
Of course, that was a marked improvement.
Even Draco, it seemed, was put off by Umbridge's presence, for he, too, did nothing but occasionally glance scornfully at Harry. Perhaps he was on his best behavior?
But the one person he was really watching...
Appeared to take no more notice of him than normal.
She was, as usual, partnered with the Davis girl, who he suspected was her only real friend at the school.
But Daphne did not look in his direction even once.
That was normal, though, as far as Harry could recall.
Indeed, the only abnormal things aside from Snape and Draco (and therefore the rest of the Slytherins) being on their best behavior was the presence of Umbridge, who merely watched, and wrote in her little notebook. She didn't even say, "Hem, hem," once.
It was weird.
Then Divination after lunch, and still there was no sign of Lilith.
At least Ron got another nap in, while Harry ignored the Centaur teacher in favor of thinking about girls he wanted to shag first. Yes, he was thinking about it the way Lilith seemed to want him to- shag once or twice, then done- as his 'first goes'.
The list in this room was surprisingly long, and he mulled it over (while imagining said scenarios) for the majority of the class.
In fact, Harry did not even notice Firenze murmur that, at last, he had learned to see the stars as they really were.
Even if Seamus, a table away, claimed he'd learned to sleep with his eyes open.
And Defense, Harry's new least-favorite class, even over Snape's Potions?
Umbridge didn't show up.
For the entire class.
On the board, in her wand-writing, were just a few words: "Chapter thirty-two. Read quietly. You are being watched."
An hour and a half of reading, while probably not being watched closely, surrounded by Ravenclaws, at least.
They would read if only because the books were there.
Harry frowned, opened his book, and fell promptly asleep.
He woke a while later from a nudge. Ron and Hermione were both standing over him, and the room was otherwise empty. "You coming, Mate?" Ron said, probably for the second time judging by their worried expresssions, "Not like you to want to hang around Umbridge's class."
Harry closed his book and gathered it into his back quite quickly.
Fortunately, they did not see her at all.
Perhaps she was inspecting another class?
Of course, after that was dinner, for which Ron and Harry were both grateful. He was, for some reason, famished.
"It's all the calories you're no doubt expending with your new shag-buddy," Hermione explained in a low, displeased tone when Ron commented on Harry's sudden eating habits.
"It's not- not that much," Harry denied.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "It's still more exercise than you're used to, hence more caloric intake. And don't talk with your mouth full, please."
Harry blushed, but swallowed. "Sorry."
After a few minutes of tense silence, Hermione said quietly, "I have to- I have to apologize to you both. I've been a bitter hag, and I'm sorry. It's just... I... nevermind."
Harry nodded, "We'll talk after the DA? Just the three of us?"
Hermione thought for a moment, then nodded. "I suppose we should. All three of us- and preferrably not your new friend."
"Okay," Harry shrugged, "I actually haven't seen her since last night. Not sure where she's off to."
"No doubt shagging some-"
"Hermione," Harry growled, "Not fair, not true. She actually can't unless I tell her she can. It's in the Contract. Think about that. Think about what she is, and how much she probably needs that, and then think about the fact that she can only get 'that' if she asks me and I say yes, or I tell her to."
Hermione said nothing for the remainder of the meal, and stood slightly apart from Harry during the entire DA session.
While Cho had hung back, yet again, probably in another attempt to talk about Cedric (or, worse, ask him for another go at going out), several glares and huffs from both of his best friends had caused the girl to leave after the 'study group' had broken up. The members of the DA weren't terribly concerned about being caught by Umbridge and her Inquisitorial Squad any longer. As long as no one actually broke the door down- and how could they? It wasn't there, most of the time.
He was, overall, quite pleased with the progress the members of the DA were making. Most of their Protego shields would last against five or six of his best offensive spells, now. Not long in a pitched battle, true, but something.
Still, when the room shifted to accomodate a cozy chat between friends, complete with three armchairs, a tea set (steaming hot, he noticed), and a burning fireplace nearby, he had not heard from Lilith aside from that one mental communication in the morning.
"So," Hermione began after taking a sip of her tea, "again, I have to apologize for this morning, and yesterday, and again at lunch, Harry- and Lilith, if you can hear. That was... rude, and uncalled-for."
Harry nodded, "Well, I accept, for my part. I kind of understand where you're coming from, I think."
Ron nodded, "Me, too. Hey, I can have feelings!"
Both of the others shared 'a look' at their best friend's expense while he scowled, then started laughing.
"But no, really," Ron said after a minute, voice low and soft, "I get it. Jealousy. You guys both know- know I struggle with it. I can see it in you, Hermione. I'm not judging- bloody hell, who am I to judge people for that? But you have to solve that problem yourself. We can't really help you with it, because we aren't you. At least, that's what Dad said when he had a talk with me about it this summer. Basically just said that I had to learn to deal with it, accept it, and move on. Er, accept that things are different between me and other people, and move on."
"Your Dad's a smart guy," Harry said. "You guys know I'd give anything for you. But I can't give you my whole vault, because you don't want charity, either. It's hard for me, too."
Ron nodded, "But at least I don't have to be jealous about... well, this. Not really. I mean, I wouldn't have had the sheer stones to make that deal, so Harry's the one that earned... well, her, I guess."
"Language, Ronald," Hermione said half-heartedly, her eyes locked on the fire.
A minute or two later, she said quietly, "It's just... a bit unfair. I mean, I want to shag, too. I think everyone does. But if I do, I get called... well, you know what. Even if I was- was in a relationship, you know people would talk. Especially if it was with one of you."
"Sure," Ron beat Harry to the punch, "People would talk. So what? They already talk. Lavender and Parvati heard just last week that you were shagging both of us on the side. I told 'em it was shite, and they said they both knew, it was just gossip. And if those two don't think you'd do something like that..."
"But I would," Hermione protested, "That's the problem! It's not like I haven't thought about it! Witches think about s- sex quite as often as wizards, thank you! It's just a double-standard!"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You'd shag us both on the side?"
She turned scarlet immediately, head falling into her hands.
A few minutes later, she nodded once, just once.
Both Harry's and Ron's jaws dropped as they shared a glance of shock.
Hermione's head stayed down as she tried to explain through what sounded like quiet sobs, "I'm not a- a 'scarlet woman'. I'm not. I'm just in love with two different people. Just two. No one else. But if I choose, I lose the other, and I can't..."
"Then don't, Hermione," Harry said, just as quietly as she was speaking, if a bit more steadily, "Don't choose one. Choose either or neither. I mean... to be honest, I'm not 'in love with you', I think. But I do love you. You're my best friend, really smart, amazing and awesome. And sure, I'd totally shag you now that I know for sure you want me to. But I wouldn't hurt you. I don't think Ron would, at least not on purpose, either."
"Damn straight, and woe to anyone that tried," Ron agreed vehemently, "Even Harrykins."
"Can... can I have some time?"
"Sure," Harry said at once, "Take as long as you need. For my part, Hermione, I think my offer will always be open. If and when you want me, I'm yours. Whether it's a 'relationship' like Skeeter thought, or just a shag when you're in the mood, I'm game. I'd hope to have no jealousy if or when that ended, either. I don't own you."
"M- Me, too," Ron said after a minute, actually rising from his own seat to give Hermione an awkward pat on the shoulder, "If and when, or not. I mean... I never even thought about you like that until about a year ago, but..."
No one needed reminding about the disastrous Yule Ball.
She hiccupped, but said nothing except, "Th- thanks. I'll be alright... I just- just need a few minutes to clean up."
Harry and Ron shared another look, then left the room together, leaving the Marauder's Map and his Invisibility Cloak there for her to use.
Fortunately, they made it back to the Common Room without being spotted, as it was a bit past curfew.
The only person who seemed to notice was Alicia Spinnet, who gave Ron a wink, one which he returned, blushing brightly.
"Guess you impressed her, Mate," Harry whispered in his friend's ear, then sent him off to talk to the Chaser, who had been speaking to her friends.
Harry, for his part, went up to his dorm and, using the quiet, began working on homework.
Eventually, he drifted off.
Tuesday passed a bit more calmly, with no emotional scenes between Harry and his friends upsetting things, but again, there was no sign of Lilith. Instead, all through Charms and then Transfiguration, both double periods, he grew increasingly worried. Didn't she need daily 'feeding'? It had been two days!
He was distracted briefly during Double Care of Magical Creatures (again with the Slytherins), when Hagrid, still cowed, no doubt, by Umbridge's now-silent presence (she inspected nearly every class he had), finished his own discussion on the relatively tame Cornish Pixies they'd 'tried' to cover in DADA three years earlier. Herbology, too, passed without incident.
Until he tried to leave.
"Hem, Hem."
Harry froze, just four paces outside the door and at the back of a pack of students.
"Mr. Potter," Umbridge's sickly-sweet voice called out from just to his right, "A moment of your time, if you please. Run along, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley. Mr. Potter will be along shortly, after we have a... chat."
With a worried glance in his direction, both of his friends obeyed, leaving Harry on his own.
His skin crawled as she gripped his arm in a tight grip, pulling him around the greenhouses and out of sight of the school.
"What do you want?" he growled. 'Professor' or not, he'd had just about enough of 'keeping his head down'.
"Just you, Mr. Potter," Umbridge sighed as her form melted away, revealing the much smaller form of Lilith. "And Xinivrae, to never have to mind-dive that horrid woman again! You realize she actually... nevermind. I don't want to scar you. Just... eww."
"Er... what?"
Lilith snorted, "Witty, Master, as always. Anyway, I've just spent the better part of two days working on a solution to your 'High Inquisitor' problem. I've got one, but it'll take some time to implement. In the meantime, I can run some low-key interference, help you out a little. It'll take most of my days, though."
"And what plan is that?"
She sighed, cuddling up against him forcefully enough to push him against the greenhouse, even as her hand snaked into his trousers, "Briefly, I took her place for two classes, then knocked her out and started doing a mind-dive while I had an illusion of her 'inspect' some classes, including your Potions. Hope it helped. The next phase is to utterly discredit her and your Minister, through means which I'd rather not discuss yet. Too much could go wrong if there's an eavesdropper."
"Alright," Harry murmured, "but if you're worried about that, how come you're..."
"Because students shag all the time," Lilith murmured, even while she climbed up him bodily before dropping back down onto his just-revealed shaft with a content sigh, "Mm... needed that. Fuck me quick, Master, you do have a dinner to get to, and another girl to shag after, if I read my people right. Maybe two, to make up for missing last night."
Harry growled into her neck in response, pulling her close against him while he started swinging his hips. But the angle was awkward for him, so after about a minute he spun about, pushing her against the greenhouse wall instead, and started thrusting hard and fast, like he knew she liked it.
Ten minutes later, as he was just about finished, a certain Professor walked into the greenhouse, spotted the shock of pink hair immediately, squinted to get a better look, then shrugged. "Ah, well. Students... haven't changed since I was a lass, heh."
Hermione rolled her eyes from her place at one of the study tables in the Gryffindor Common Room,then said, exasperatedly, "Fine- this one time, I'll cover for you- yes, the both of you, while you have your 'fun', but I'm not doing it again!"
"Thank you, Hermione," Harry said quickly, already standing up, his homework half-done. Ron followed a heartbeat later, his own thanks perhaps a bit less sincere-sounding, but no doubt, just as heartfelt. Just five minutes later, they were both standing in anotherwise empty classroom, one which, while clean, did not look like it had been used in ages. The desks were all stacked against one wall, there was no desk or podium for a Professor, and the chalkboard was, aside from being spotless, not equipped for use.
"You sure this is the place, Harry?" Ron asked after they had been standing there for a few minutes, idly chatting about their plans for the evening.
Obvious ones, of course.
Harry pulled out the slip of parchment Lilith had shoved into his pocket after taking his seed out by the greenhouses again, skimming it over once more.
Master,
Bring your ginger friend to the third unusued classroom on the left side of the third floor west corridor after eight. It will be empty, but I'll be bringing along some... companions for the both of you. Neither knows who you will be, but I don't think either will say no. One is... promiscuous, the other wants you, badly. I'll leave it up to you who you shag, but both might be an option.
Don't need to mention I'll be cleaning out the girls my way later... just remember it won't prevent pregnancy, so remind Ron that Potion or Nothing is still the rule.
I'll be there, watching, but you won't see me.
-Your Favorite
Harry grinned. She was rapidly growing that way, and not just because she was so eager for him, physically. Aside from Hermione, he'd never met someone- at least a female- so willing to help him out.
"Er, yeah, it's the right room," Harry said a moment later, finally remembering Ron's question, "she did say we'd have to wait a little bit for the, uh, girls."
"Girls? More than one?" Ron asked, looking over his shoulder at Harry from where he'd been looking out the gap in one of the windows' curtains.
"I guess," Harry replied, "Not sure how she's doing it, though. One for you, one for me."
Before Ron could say anything else, the door opened quietly. Harry could not see anyone walk in, though he heard padded feet- more than two.
"Alright, Master," Lilith's voice filled the otherwise silent room, "two girls for you and your friend. Their invisibility will wear off in about... a minute and a half." The door shut as she finished speaking, but immediately Harry felt her in his mind again. The one who's going to touch you first is the one for you. The other might take some convincing by your friend, but I think he'll be able to bring her around.
"Er," Harry said, staring at empty air, "I guess we have to wait until we can see you, then?"
A female giggled some ways off to Harry's left, "Or not, Potter. Some privacy wouldn't go awry though, would it?"
"Er, no," he replied, then pulled out his wand. Between the four of them, it took about a minute for a transfigured curtain to be pulled up between the boys, separating the room, and for two basic mattresses to join them, one on each side of the room.
Just as they finished, with Harry fully intending to add more to increase their comfort and privacy both, he saw two forms shimmer into view.
They were not who he was expecting.
Not that he had been expecting anyone, really.
Cho Chang and one of her giggly friends?
The friend eyed Harry, then Ron, then gave a little shrug. "I suppose a dick's a dick- assuming you know how to use it. Come on, Weasley, let's get started. You do know how to treat a lady, right?"
"Erm, I- I guess?" was Ron's highly intelligent reply.
The older girl rolled her eyes, but gave a little wave to her friend and disappeared behind the curtain, tugging Ron along by the arm.
Cho, on the other hand, came toward Harry hesitantly. "When I got your note," she said quietly, more softly than he'd heard her speak since the first time they'd kissed earlier that year, "I couldn't believe it. I thought... you'd given up on me. Then when you wrote that you were... looking for just a one-time thing, I... I couldn't believe that, either. But it's true, isn't it?"
Harry, erection already straining against his trousers- for Cho Chang, a petite girl of Japanese descent- had been his very first crush, the first person he had thought of in a sexual way- nodded once. "Yes. I'm sorry- I know it might sound harsh, but I'm not looking for a relationship anymore. Especially not with... well... baggage."
Cho sniffed. "I understand. Still... I did fancy you. I sort of still do. So... it's alright. We can have tonight, and then... never again, right?"
Harry nodded, "Probably not. I can't tell the future, but..."
She smiled, then stepped herself until she was over by the mattress.
She turned to face him, then, slowly reaching up one shy hand to slip off her robe, then using both to pull up her vest and shirt, then push down her skirt.
She stood there, with one hand before her groin and the other arm awkwardly crossing under one modest breast and up the other to rest on her shoulder, covered by her silky black hair, and watched him silently.
He took a moment just to admire her. She really was very beautiful, possibly the best-looking person in her year, as far as he was concerned. She was slim, but not too thin, her breasts, clad only in a pale, almost sky-blue lacey bra with matching knickers below, were upturned and neither too big or too small, though they looked larger on her small frame. The toned legs, well-used to gripping a broom, suggested to Harry that they would be equally good at wrapping around him, too.
Her lips were small and, he knew, soft and cool, while her tiny, barely freckle-specked nose separated large, dark brown eyes.
"We do have tonight," he said quietly, then stepped toward her. He stopped without touching the girl, though he could feel her breath against his neck as he looked down at her. When had he gotten that much taller? Just at the beginning of the year they were the same height. Now, he was at least four inches above her. "Do you want to be quick and rough," Harry asked after listening to her breath pick up slightly, "or do you want to take it slow?"
Cho gave a little shrug, then let the hand on her shoulder fall, along with her dark eyes, down to his waistband. "Erm... we do have a few hours, right? Shouldn't we... enjoy it?"
Harry nodded, "Sure."
He watched, transfixed, while Cho slowly and unsurely undid his belt, opened his trousers, then moved up to undo his shirt buttons. She slid it open, next, peppering kisses up and down the gap before pushing it off his shoulders as she stood the rest of the way back up."You're overdressed, yeah?" she smiled shyly.
Without replying, Harry finished removing the oxfort shirt, then put a hand on the nearest wall to steady himself while he removed his shoes, then pants.
When he was standing in his boxers- plain black, but at least better than the school's default white ones- Cho, too, took a moment to look him up and down, her face turning steadily more pink beneath the light makeup she customarily wore.
"Lay on the bed," Harry suggested. "I want to enjoy you."
Cho stepped back, eyes fixed on the erection Harry could feel peeking out through his waistband- he would have been entirely on display if it had gone out the front, but he was too big for that without planning it- then obeyed.
Her eyes followed him closely while Harry took a moment to listen to the heavy breathing from across the room. Cho's friend and Ron didn't seem to be talking, but the rhythmic, wet sound and not-quite-panting told him that they were already well into it.
Harry moved to kneel between Cho's legs, which she opened without hesitation as he approached, but did not remove his boxers or slide her underwear aside. Instead, he put his hands on her knees, and started caressing.
Lightly, using both fingertips and whole hands alternating at random, Harry moved up and down her legs, from the ankle up to where the inside of her thighs met her groin. Yet, Harry did not go higher, even when Cho let out a whimper as his hands withdrew for the third time from that area.
He only smiled. Slowly, after working on her legs for several minutes, Harry moved upward, watching how the girl reacted to the places he was touching her. And he was touching everywhere except the obvious spots. He avoided Cho's crotch and breasts, but caressed her sides, stomach, bellybutton, between the modest breasts, even beneath the strap of her bra, but did not touch the mounds themselves.
When he was finished her exploring her tanned skin- she was tan nearly everywhere, he was pleased to see- he awkwardly stepped up so he was straddling her stomach, and continued his ministrations on Cho's arms, then her neck, jawline, and eventually, her face.
As his fingertips ghosted over her lips, she eagerly drew one tip in and sucked, before gasping. "Gods, Harry," Cho moaned, "This is great, but please..."
"Please, what, Cho?" he grinned.
"Just- can we do it now? Please? It's..."
Fuck her, Master. She's so frustrated she might actually leave, or go to your friend.
"Fine," he murmured to the both of them, "but answer me this, Cho... did you like it?"
She nodded at once, "I did, I just... it's too much."
He stepped back as she spoke so he was between her legs again, then lifted her knees with his hands before leaning down over her and resting his weight on them.
Without being asked, the slight girl positioned him with one hand and pulled her knickers aside with the other, and he pushed in.
Only, it was not the smooth feeling he had anticipated.
No- like with Daphne, there was just the slightest resistance about half-way in.
Cho winced, but did not cry out as her hymen tore.
"Sorry, I didn't know," he whispered, lowering onto his elbows to pepper kisses, like she had before, all over Cho's face.
"It's fine," she whispered after a moment, "Just- let me adjust, please."
Somehow, Harry forced himself to remain still from the waist down instead of pounding into the small witch like he'd become used to.
Instead, he focused on moving his light kisses down, around Cho's neck, up to an ear, then down again between her small breasts. Somehow, he found himself pulling her bra down below her breasts with his lips and teeth, before resuming his kisses on the modest mounds beneath it, then drawing one, then the other, medium-sized, dark brown nipple into this mouth and releasing it with a pop.
He continued sucking Cho's tits for over a minute as her body slowly relaxed, then, "You- I think it's okay if you move? Sl- slowly?"
"Yes, please..."
Harry complied, his member not softening in the slightest despite not moving, because Cho was tighter than Daphne, tighter than even Lilith, warm and wet- and only a small part of it, he suspected, was blood.
In, out, achingly slowly, taking three or four seconds in each direction, he moved, until Cho started to pant much faster than he was moving.
But still he stayed slow, moving gently, until Lilith's voice in his mind said, See how her eyes are starting to twitch, her fingers aching to move? In a minute, she'll start to play with her breasts herself. That's your cue to speed up. Don't hit her hard, though, I can tell she's still tender. Just go faster.
Harry nodded silently and, just a moment later as Lilith had predicted, one of Cho's hands moved to the breast he was not currently licking and started to knead, while the other slipped between them to start rubbing circles on her clit.
Trusting his Summons yet again, Harry began to speed up until he was moving at what he would call a medium pace, still well below his normal, but about twice as fast as the slow thrusting he had been doing before.
Now change the angle a little. Lift your body up but leave her down there. Maybe, after that, lift her knees with your elbows.
Harry gave Cho's right nipple a strong lap with his tongue, then rose to his arms, then upright, putting his hands on her stomach and hip while he continued to saw in and out.
It was a small change for him, but Cho's breathing changed at once, nearly doubling in intensity until she was almost gasping in time with him. Her eyes fluttered closed, and did not reopen, though the hand on her chest sought out his briefly before returning to her own.
Once it seemed she was fully comfortable, Harry hooked his arms beneath the smaller girl's legs as Lilith had suggested, lifting them up at the crook, which took her whole hip and abdomen off the ground.
Again, the change in angle wrought an immediate change in Cho, who started to chant beneath her breath, "Yes, yes, yes, right there..."
Harry, too, could feel a slight difference this time, with more pressure on the back and top of his penis than the front, along with a firmer spot that rubbed along his length at the top of Cho's vaginal walls.
Her G-spot, Master. That's why she's enjoying it even more. Not always easy to hit like this, but she has a large one. She'll be done soon.
"Cho," Harry grunted, "Are you... on the Potion?"
She shook her head wildly, "N- No! Gods, it's soo- soooo good!"
She had been quiet until now, but suddenly she was almost screaming in ecstasy.
Harry could feel her walls shivering around him, and the vibration was intense enough that he barely pulled out in time before shooting his seed all over Cho's stomach and breasts.
While he caught his breath, Lilith's voice cooed into his ear quietly, "She's unconscious... wow, Master. I knew you were pretty good, but that's impressive for a young man just three days into his own sexual life."
"I had a good teacher, I guess," Harry murmured.
Lilith smirked as she came into view from behind him. "Don't worry," she said at his questioning look, "I'm invisible to everyone but you, still. Since she's out, I thought I'd clean her up the fun way. Watch this, Master."
Without another word, Lilith knelt at Cho's side then, with her long, prehensile tongue, she began lapping the white, sticky fluid off Cho's body.
At once, Harry was rock-hard- he'd never even imagined such an erotic sight!
Lilith continued, eyes occasionally flicking up to watch him watching her, one hand holding back the bobbed hair so she had a clear sight of him, until every last drop and dollop was gone into her mouth. "Still tasty... but I bet there's pre-cum in there."
Harry followed her eyes down to Cho's cunt, still exposed and covered in black fur with a trail of glistening liquid and blood down between her legs and onto the mattress.
He was still looking when most of Cho's panties were covered by rose-colored hair, and the long, bright pink tongue slithered its way inside.
"Merlin," he exhaled, "that's hot."
With her tongue still inside Cho, who mewled in her sleep and gave a little twitch of her hips, Lilith giggled. After a few more seconds, she withdrew and sat back up. "That, Master," she said primly, while smacking her lips, "is how I gather juices when I have time. I like doing it that way, and there's no complaints from those I'm pleasuring, either. I can just do it directly if I must- it's a lot faster- but this way is more fun. Like cleaning you."
Then she moved to straddle the sleeping girl and bent low again, taking his member into her mouth all the way down to the base.
He groaned, but Lilith did not keep sucking. Instead, she only gave the one long, hard one he'd come to associate with just that- her cleaning his residue off.
When she sat back up, Lilith gave his todger a little, affectionate pat, and stood up, then stepped off of Cho. "Come with me, Master. Time for more education."
Dumbly, he followed, glancing back at Cho only once.
Lilith, however, had only gone to the end of the curtain. Harry moved to follow somewhat reluctantly, then stepped around.
Ron was still sawing away at Cho's friend's pussy, hard and fast, but not as roughly as Harry might have, while she panted beneath him. Still, neither had said much that he could recall.
"This, Master," Lilith hissed, "is what I wanted you to see. Watch him fuck her... he's not too bad for a teenager, either. What do you think?"
"He's my best mate," Harry said quietly, "I mean... I don't want to watch a bloke..."
"You aren't watching a bloke, Master," Lilith corrected, "you're watching a bloke and a bird having sex. Sure, soft-core porn might just show a nude girl, but the good stuff has sex. People watch each other screw or shag or fuck or whatever all the time. You don't need to have a hangup about it. It's a pleasant sight, right? Makes you excited? Well... more?"
As he watched Ron's right arm switch from holding him up to start mauling the girl's breasts, he had to admit, she was right.
Best mate or not, it was arousing.
A couple of minutes later, Ron, like Harry had, pulled himself out and shot his load all over the girl's chest. Afterward, he rolled off and panted, naked, to lay on the side of the bed.
Just a few seconds later, he was asleep.
"She got off twice, he did twice... fair," Lilith whispered again, "but she wants more. Go get her, Master."
He hesitated only a moment. Cho's friend was taller, older than anyone else he'd been with (except, perhaps, Lilith), and had larger breasts, more rounded. But her own eyes were closed, one hand furiously working her clit in a desperate attempt to finish the job herself when he stopped next to the other mattress.
"Want me to finish you off?" he asked quietly, knowing that Ron wouldn't wake anyway.
Her eyes flew open in a panic, but a moment later, she hissed, "Shite, I forgot you two were here. How's- how's Cho?"
"Asleep," Harry nodded in her direction, "I didn't know she was a virgin."
"You were good to her?"
Harry nodded again, "The best I could be. She seemed to enjoy it- her orgasm knocked her right out."
Both of the older girl's eyebrows rose. "Fuck, not bad, then. Alright... if you could do that to her and still have a bit left, we can do it, too. Just get me off, damn it, I'm still horny."
A combination, Master, of her own general lust- the reason for her promiscuity- and the dose of Fog I gave them both. She may want a little more after you, even. We'll have to see.
That thought brought a question to Harry's mind, but he didn't dare ask, not just yet.
He had just started to position himself when the older witch sat up and turned around, presenting her ass to him. "I like it this way the most," she explained.
"Alright," he agreed. This would, then, be the first human he'd shagged like this.
"Oh," the girl said as he pushed the tip of his dick inside her sopping channel, "you don't have to be gentle."
"Now that," Harry said, slamming in hard, once, to make her yelp, "is something I can get behind."
Harry grabbed her waist and pistoned in and out for several minutes, varying only his speed, and feeling himself grow rapidly more addicted to the sound of flesh slapping together, and watching the girl's round arse bounce as his abdomen and legs hit it.
Her gasps as he used her almost like he had Lilith, too, helped fuel Harry's lust.
But... Reach around her, Master, fondle those milk-sacks.
Harry obeyed at once- it sounded like an excellent idea. She was tall, so he had to use only one hand while the other supported himself to reach, but Harry couldn't close a hand around either one entirely, and they swung and jiggled in his palm every time he tried, with every thrust.
"Sweet Morgana, yes!" the girl moaned as he started groping her.
Harry kept thrusting, switched his hands after a minute, then stood back up and, instead, reached around her waist with one hand to search for, then rub, her clit in the same way Cho had.
She moaned again, "F- Fuck... harder, Potter, harder."
At her urging, Harry gave her all he had with his hips, the hand beneath her blurring over the girl's clit.
She screamed, loudly, "Eerruuuuuuuuungggh!" as she came around him, drenching Harry's groin with her juices.
A second later, he did, too, spilling himself heedlessly into the girl, lost in the moment of his orgasm.
She fell forward onto her chest, leaving her arse and pussy in the air, giving Harry a prime view as her cunt twitched and flexed, then started leaking bubbley white goop.
"Er... you are on the Potion, right?"
"No, wh- you didn't. Tell me you didn't!"
Before she could protest further, Harry saw Lilith step forward, with an arm outstretched toward the girl's head, and she fell silent. At once, she began snoring softly.
"Damage control, Master. She's asleep. I can clean her out quickly, but there's no guarantee. Move, please."
Dumbly, he slid to the side, near Ron's ankles, while Lilith took his place. At once, her dainty little hand slammed inside the gaping cunt with a squish. Harry's eyes bulged- that was a big stretch!
After a few seconds, though, the hand came out, seemingly vaccuuming up all of his seed as it went.
Once that was done, Lilith exhaled in relief, then turned to him with a scowl, "I assumed you knew better, Master. I can't get pregnant that way, but human women can. Always ask, like your friend has to!"
"I- I mean, she- you said she was promiscuous," Harry said lamely, "I thought that meant...?"
"Assuming," she snorted derisively, "makes an- say it with me- an Ass out of U and Me. Sure, she sleeps around- seven boys by my count, which is a lot for a tart her age- but she's been pretty careful until now. You need to remember that you have been taught by a Succubus. You're a good lover for your age- really good. Other girls your age aren't equipped to handle that, and are too easy to distract. Like this girl. So you have to be the responsible one."
Harry gulped, then nodded. "I- I will. Is she...?"
Lilith sighed, glancing at the dripping pussy, then idly patted it a few times, "I don't think she will be, but you can never be sure. Just because I don't detect any more semen doesn't mean one spermatozoa didn't get by- and it only takes one."
Neither said anything for several minutes while Harry's lack of foresight sank in.
Eventually, he stood up and looked around. "Erm... what do we do about these three?"
Lilith shrugged, "Up to you, Master. Your friend has an alibi in you and your female friend. The other two can cover for each other. As long as no one stumbles on them, they should be fine. Or we can wake them up and have another round."
Harry shuddered. As much as the idea had some appeal, he suspected Cho would be tender, and he didn't want to get his dick anywhere near the unknown girl's cunt for the time being.
"N- No... let's just cover them and lock the door from the inside."
"Alright," Lilith agreed, then stood up herself to go for the curtain.
A few slashes with claws he hadn't seen her possess until just then later, and they had three makeshift blankets.
A few minutes later, Harry was back in his dorm bed, trying not to think about whether or not the girl was pregnant with one of his children.
Harry Potter dreamed. He knew he did, yet knowing did not allow him to alter his dream like it did for some.
For the dream in question did not originate in his own head.
"You see, Potter, how powerless you and your friends are. The Weasley boy, tortured to insanity the hard way. The Granger girl, so bright, so strong, so beautiful... wasted away, a catatonic brood-mare for my forces. A high station for a muggle-born like herself, don't you think?"
Harry Potter roared in pain and frustration as he watched Ron's lifeless corpse rise, sightless eyes turn to him, then Hermione, then to empty space as the Inferi he had become walked aimlessly into a wall, and continued trying uselessly to walk through the dark stone of the large chamber he was bound within.
Ahead of Harry on the left, opposite Ron's shambling corpse, a nude Hermione Granger lay on a wooden table with no cushion while an endless line of faceless, hooded men stood waiting for Draco Malfoy to finish humping his half-flaccid little prick into her, with her belly already half-distended from, apparently, a mid-term pregnancy.
Before him, Voldemort in all his unnatural, horrific 'glory'. Pale, all-but noseless, thin of lip, with almost glowing crimson eyes split by serpentine pupils, clad only in simple robes of the deepest, almost smokey, fabric.
A Voldemort twirling a wand- Harry's wand- between his fingers.
"You see, Potter," Voldemort repeated, his voice just as thin and soft as ever, "I have already won. Dumbledore is gone, unable to help you. Your friends are children, just as powerless as you are. Your greatest weapon is mine, now, too."
And Harry, in the dream, knew it was true. Knew that Voldemort had his wand, control of his very magic.
Harry Potter jerked awake, unaware that he was already sobbing while he shivered against the stone walls of the Gryffindor Fifth-year Boys dorm, only the curtains protecting him from the late-winter chill, not that he cared to notice.
With his knees drawn up to his chest as far as they could go, Harry buried his face between them and cried, only dimly grateful for the silencing charms he had started putting up to hide his activities.
They would do secondary duty this early morning allowing his friends and dorm-mates to sleep a little longer without being woken by his worthless self.
Then the curtain slid open quietly, and a small, lithe form with rose-colored pink hair slipped in before turning to close them again.
After she had done so, Lilith, just as nude as he seemed to always be when they were alone, gently and tenderly pulled Harry back down onto his side so he was curled there on his left, then slipped into his arms, sliding her own around his neck, too.
He hiccupped then, twice, and, in the first acknowledgement of his Summons' presence, he rasped out at barely above a whisper, "No offense, Lilith, I'm- I'm really not in the mood."
Her sky-blue eyes glinted brightly in the reflected starlight through the window and the much dimmer light she generated within, but the Succubus only smiled softly and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before pulling away just far enough to whisper, "I'm sorry. I felt your pain, heard your call, came as fast as I could... I didn't expect this. I saw what he- that pale man-thing- showed you. It's not real, you know."
"I know," Harry hiccupped, "I know. It's just..."
"Ssh, I understand," Lilith whispered when he trailed off, pulling him tighter against herself, "Let it go. I didn't come for sex anyway, Harry. I came to comfort you. Sure, sex can help with that, but right now, I think what you need is a friend to hold you close. So I'm here."
"Thank you," he sobbed, and continued to weep into her hair for over an hour.
Eventually, his infrequent shifting had pushed him to the center of the bed and her nearly off it while his crying started to abate.
Once he was more quiet than not, Lilith whispered, "Hold still, Master," then crawled over him, subtly changing her body as she went, to spoon up against his back.
When she curled against him, she was an inch taller than he was, her chest larger, firmer, and quite full. Her hair was long and bright, fiery red, her eyes bright green.
Had he been able to see in the dark and turned around, Harry would have been shocked and, depending on his mood, either horrified or delighted to be looking into the face of his mother.
When she wrapped her arms around him and continued whispering reassurances and calming words into his ear, however, Harry quickly, finally, drifted back into a dreamless, nightmare-free sleep.
When Harry woke up again two hours later, he was already approaching orgasm.
So he barely noticed the headache his earlier weeping had caused, for a thin-fingered hand was wrapped around his dick, stroking slowly and lightly. Judging by the heat and his impending climax, it had been doing so for a while.
"Finally awake to enjoy it, Master?" he heard Lilith coo from behind him, even as her larger than usual chest pressed against him.
His hips jerked forward, thrusting himself into her hand reflexively, "Merlin, yes," he exhaled, "That's a nice way to wake up, too. I..."
"Ssh, just enjoy it, Master," she whispered, before pressing her lips against his neck, then moving up to lick at the shell of his ear briefly. The Succubus' arm that he had been using as a pillow moved up to tweak his left nipple while her right hand moved faster and faster on him, until he groaned again and forced himself to roll onto his back- he'd rather not stain the curtains or sheets.
Lilith transformed back to her regular form just in time. Her Master wasn't quite ready to be jacked off by his mother.
Or at least, someone who looked like her.
He grunted again, prompting the tiny succubus to move as well, climbing up and bending low to take his cock-head between her lips just as he started to spurt.
"Mm," she moaned even while continuing to jerk and pull at his urethra with her lips and suction until he was spent and feeling quite empty.
"Thanks, Master," Lilith said with a cheerful little smile, then sat up, crosslegged, leaning against the wall near where he had been the previous night, "I needed that. Feeling... peckish, I think you say."
"So," Harry frowned quietly, luxuriating in the satisfied feeling while trying to actually give himself a chance to wake up slowly for once, "you... you weren't out all night collecting, um..."
"Semen?" she teasted, grinning again while leaning over to pat his half-flaccid member, "No. I was at first, but I came back. You do remember last night, right?"
He frowned, "How could I forget?"
Lilith, in response, gave her own body a pointed look, "Well, there's one way... but seriously, Master, you can't let him get to you. His dreams aren't real- they're intended to trick you into surrendering. Besides, he was wrong on one major point."
"Yes, I know," Harry muttered, "he didn't get all my friends."
"No," Lilith agreed, "He did not. But that's not my point, either. Your wand isn't your greatest weapon. You can use another wand. No, you have other tools, weapons. You have a brain. A body. Break his face in with your forehead, or a punch, if you have to. You aren't defenseless even if you're paralyzed, because from what I understand of your magics, you can use them even without a wand in desperate situations. And, of course, you still have me."
Harry nodded slowly, actually taking a second to listen to what the Succubus was saying.
... Even if that was hard with her sitting there, labia wide open near his elbow, small chest on open display.
"Erm... thanks. About- about last night," Harry eventually said softly.
"Don't mention it, Master," she replied quietly, "It's not like I hate you, or anything. We Succubi have never hated humanity. You are our greatest allies, and have been since time immemorial. For us, at least. We literally could not exist without you, because no other species we know of has the right sort of DNA for us to blank and use as materials for ourselves. Not even elves or Veela, genetically the next-closest to humans, would work. Believe me, we've tried. And you, in particular, are a fine example of a human. It's not often you find someone as just generally nice as you, much less as honorable."
"Honorable?" Harry snorted. "I'm not honorable. I'm using you for sex, and not just directly, either. I might have gotten that girl- I don't even know her name- pregnant. The girl I used to fancy last night, too. Daphne Greengrass... and that girl in the broom closet."
Lilith smiled, "Yes, honorable. None of those were unwilling, remember? Sure, you made a mistake. But you feel bad about it. Not many teenage boys would, you know? Not even Succubi, and we can't impregnate each other. You're a good person, Master, and I'm happy to serve you."
Harry harrumphed, but didn't argue. Instead, he said, "You should probably put some clothes on. I need to get dressed."
"Mm. Pity. Alright, Master," as clothes materialized- tight, form-fitting ones, but a Hogwarts uniform sans emblem or robes- around her form. "What's on the agenda for today?"
"Divination, a free period, then Double Herbology. Lunch, Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures, and the once-a-week Astronomy, then after dinner, the practical for Astronomy. Basically a double period, but with a break between them."
Lilith nodded thoughtfully as she watched Harry cancel the charms on his curtains. He, too, saw her form shimmer briefly, which he guessed was her becoming invisible to all but him, as he pulled them apart and started gathering his clothes for a shower.
He was a bit surprised when Lilith followed him silently, but said nothing as she stopped outside the half-wall barrier that kept the communal shower's spray from soaking the floor of the rest of the bathrooms and leaned aganist it with her chin on her hands against the top of the wall- she was just tall enough to do so, he saw with amusement.
Maybe that little girl's form has its perks, he admitted in his own head.
She stayed there, dressed and watching, while he started to shower. That alone was enough to keep Harry somewhat aroused, knowing she was watching him during what was otherwise an intimate, solitary time (because he rose much earlier than the other boys for just that purpose), but not enough to regain his erection.
Eventually, he asked, "So, not gonna do anything?"
She shook her head, "No, that Thomas boy and the Longbottom one are both going to wake up soon. Thomas because Finnegan finally got some rum out of his wand last night, and he's not able to process it as well as Finnegan, and Longbottom because he gets up early, too. Best you aren't erect and getting sucked off by an invisible girl when they come in, right?"
"Er, yes," Harry nodded, blushing, though his cock twitched at the thought all the same.
Something which, judging by the glee on his servant's face, she had seen.
Lilith made no mention of it, though. Instead, she said, "Divination- that's the bug-eyed professor, right? The one who predicts your daily death?"
"At least, yes," Harry nodded, "But Firenze, a Centaur, is teaching it for now since Umbridge sacked Trelawney."
"Not much I can do in his class, then. I mean, the atmosphere's right- hot and stuffy, people want to take things off, and it's dim, but too many people looking in all directions except where they're supposed to. The free period I can work with. How soon do people clear out from the class?"
Harry responded at once, "He teaches in a different room- once which looks like the Forbidden Forest, outside. People usually leave quickly, but Lavender and Parvati are as hung up about him- he's 'so handsome' as they are about Trelawney."
"Teenaged girls," Lilith smirked, shaking her head, "I'll see if one is willing after the class. I'm not doing anything with Umbridge this morning. This afternoon, during Transfiguration, I can-"
"Do nothing," Harry interrupted firmly, "I don't trust McGonogall not to be able to see or sense you, somehow. I heard Animagi take on the improved senses of their animal forms, and she's a cat. Her nose and ears might well hear or smell you if you are around."
"Alright," the rosette shrugged easily, "CoM, if you can sneak away, we could squeeze in a quicky. But I think you should wait for that."
"Why?" Harry asked, "there's ample time, if it's not a dangerous creature."
"Because," Lilith smirked, "I'm planning something special, that's why. In fact, after a bit of skullduggery on my part, I think you're going to have the time of your life, tonight. The Astronomy Tower is where a lot of the older students go to snog, right?"
Harry nodded.
"So it's perfect."
He frowned, "For snogging? Um... there's a class tonight."
"Yes," Lilith grinned widely, "A class you will be at least an hour early for. Trust me. Head up there straight after dinner, and you'll find out. Don't bring any... friends. Not this time. But see what you can do to get yourself some fun during your free period, yeah? Call me if you want me to Fog up the Divination room before class ends."
"Okay," Harry nodded, "What are you going to do in the meantime, then?"
"Establish an identity. It's annoying being invisbile all the time. Only one person to talk to. No offense."
"None taken," Harry replied at once, "You should talk to more people. Um... any ideas?"
"I'm thinking of going by Jessie," Lilith answered, "As in, Jezebel. Haven't gotten much beyond that. I'll definitely be a Metamoprh, like your friend the Auror, though, so I can change form in public. Maybe I'll be a relative from across the sea."
Harry frowned, but nodded. "I'll write to my Godfather, he might have some input on that. Tonks is his cousin or something."
Lilith nodded. "Alright, Master. I'll see you in Divination, maybe, or tonight on the tower after dinner. Maybe earlier if things go well."
Harry nodded as she faded away, then seemed to vanish just before disappearing in a tiny puff of smoke.
Pink, of course.
Harry was intensely glad that he'd already gotten off once that morning by the time he had entered the Divination classroom- Classroom Eleven, on the ground floor- that morning.
Simply put, it was because of a conversation he had overheard on the way there.
Two girls he did not know, one Ravenclaw, one Hufflepuff, were discussing in hushed, rapid tones a vow to lose their respective virginities by the end of the school term.
As it was mid-April, they had about one and a half months to go. Plenty of time for him to make a move (or two), right? Neither, he decided, were particularly attractive, but neither was unattractive, either. A blonde (the Ravenclaw) of a sort of dishwater color with a slender body and very full lips, and a much curvier, almost heavyset Hufflepuff with dark brown hair and chocolate-colored eyes, similar to Hermione's.
The conversation topic alone could have aroused him to the point of being visible despite the form-hiding robes most students still wore in the chilly Scotland mornings year-round, but at least Lilith had taken the edge off, so to speak.
Still, no reason to waste time, right?
If Lilith wanted him to shag girls all he wanted... who was he to disagree?
It wasn't like he was in a relationship... right?
He purposefully sat a little ways away from them (near Lavender and Parvati, as it turned out, with Seamus and Dean on the other side), with most of the students in other Houses dividing up along those lines, only the two girls he'd overheard sitting near each other but still with their respective Houses.
Ron came rushing in, looking disheveled, a mere moment before the tardy bell rang.
"Sorry," he gushed quietly, voice hoarse, "over- overslept. Blimey, Harry, that girl was insatiable. Again, twice, this morning!"
The latter, at least, was whispered, thankfully.
Before Harry could reply, the quiet thud of hooves on the faux forest loam signaled their teacher's arrival. Firenze the Centaur's deep, slow voice quickly lulled Harry into a stupor, much as Trelawney's did, "We shall begin this morning with a study of the patterns made by the Jovian moons..."
That, frankly, was all Harry could remember of the class the next day.
For his attention, what he could spare, was made up in the writing of a note (not taking of notes, of course), then folding it into a paper airplane, and casting a Disillusionment Charm on it- he'd just barely figured out how to make it work, after having seen Moody and others perform it several times this year- before sending it on its way.
The blonde of the two girls glanced down at her handbag when Harry supposed it must have landed, then quickly back up.
It had made just the slightest of noises, the slip of parchment, as it landed among whatever else she had in there. But when it became visible after the class (or possibly during lunch, he'd cast the spell as weakly as he could, so it wouldn't last too long), hopefully she would spot it.
The remainder of his limited attention was spent admiring the profile of Lavender Brown's ample chest through her sweater.
Harry's distraction ended the moment the bell rang, because Ron leaned over while it was still echoing through the space-expanded chamber and hissed, "We have to talk- at least, I need to tell you something. Privately. Not- not with, well, I guess it's alright if your new friend is around, but I'd rather she wasn't. Not sure I can get the words out."
Harry nodded, whispered back, "She's occupied this morning, I guess. Classroom Ten should be empty."
The two headed toward it while most of the students headed to their next elective class, and slipped inside. Once there, Harry cast every detection spell he knew, before locking and silencing the door, then moving up to sit on the teacher's desk facing the door, just in case.
Ron, while he was doing so, checked to make sure the windows were shut and locked, silenced them as well, then turned to Harry, beaming. "Merlin, Harry! That girl- Cho's friend? She let me shag her three times last night, and twice again this morning! I might be in love!"
Of course, if there was one thing Harry hoped he had learned from his burgeoning friendship with Lilith... "That's not love, Ron, that's- how would Hermione put this... hormones. You want to shag. I get that. She's willing, I get that, too. But you don't love her. You don't even know her name!"
"Marietta," Ron offered at once, smirking, "she told me to yell it out this morning."
Harry's eyes rolled, "That's not really proving your point. You want to keep shagging her, that's fine, I won't stop you. But you need to remember that she's shagged- by Lilith's count- eight guys including you. I doubt she'd be exclusive, too."
Ron just shrugged, "Yeah, but those tits, and she's always ready. If she wants to be a slag, I don't care, not like we're going out. I just want to shag her on the side."
One of Harry's eyebrows twitched. "On the side? Who are you thinking about mostly, then?"
Ron turned bright pink, but said nothing. Instead, he looked away, out the window and onto the grounds, where a few students were enjoying the slowly-warming weather and the rare sunny spring morning.
"Hermione?" Harry guessed.
Ron's blush darkened, but he said nothing again.
"Well, get in line, mate," Harry muttered, "Our best friend turned into a hottie."
At once, a great deal of tension seemed to leave Ron's shoulders. "You- you, too?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah. For a while, now."
The ginger sighed, "Whew... that's a relief, thought I was the only one. After- well, after the fiasco last year... I thought I might've lost my chance."
"You still might have," Harry pointed out, "she didn't say she reciprocated. I just said I wouldn't say no. Only way to find out for sure is to ask. Her, not me," he hastened to clarify. "Of course, the way she was talking after the last DA meeting, maybe both of us do. I don't know."
Ron nodded slowly, then started working his lower lip the same way Hermione did when she was thinking deeply about something. It made Harry smile to see, because it was not the only habit the pair had picked up from each other.
... Did he care if Ron and Hermione got together?
No, he decided after a minute's thought on the matter, not as long as I get to have her at least once. I'm not sure I can handle dating someone so... high-strung.
For that matter, he continued, breaking into a smile, I'm not sure Ron could, either. I mean, clearly they fancy each other, but... an actual relationship? Still... I'd better say something.
"Look, Mate, I need to tell you something, too," Harry said quietly. "About Hermione. If- If you two ever date, and you cheat on her? She won't take it well. At all. Frankly, I think you'd be lucky to ever get an erection again. You with me?"
Ron paled, then nodded slowly, his whole body tense once more.
"Good. If she wants a quick romp with no strings, then it's no strings. But if there's a relationship- you don't go breaking it up by cheating. That's not on."
"N- No," Ron hastened to reply, voice shaky, "Of course not. Violates the Wizard Code."
Harry nodded, knowing full well- as all male students of Hogwarts did before they were thirteen- that you never violated the Wizard Code. "Right, then. So... speaking of the Code... you should probably know that, last night when they came in, Lilith told me the girl- Marietta- had been with seven guys, after you. It's... it's eight now."
He watched, nervously, as Ron worked to figure out what he was trying to say. Would he explode into jealousy or anger?
It would be typical, and part of Harry felt he deserved it.
But Ron just shrugged after a couple minutes of silence, "So? She's pretty fit, right? Good time?"
Harry nodded slowly, still waiting...
"Cho not enough?"
Harry's eyebrow quirked again, "No, Cho was fine. Gorgeous, even. I just... it was her first time. She was tender, probably too tender for another round," he finished, not even feeling bad for the lie. If he told his best mate he'd fucked a girl unconscious, it would not go over well.
Mostly because he didn't want to have to try and give Ron pointers.
"So... you and Cho? Giving it another go?"
That question, asked a few minutes later, brought Harry up short.
"Um... No?"
"Good," Ron nodded sagely, turning back to the window, "'Cause she's very pretty, but she's all wrong for you. Me and Hermione agreed on that in our third year."
Harry blinked again. "Er... what?"
With another shrug, Ron turned around and folded his arms against his chest while leaning against the sill, "We could tell even back then- both of us. And yes, that's the only reason Hermione told me I had the range of a teaspoon last year. Before that, she'd mentioned a thimble."
Harry snickered, he could well imagine Hermione telling Ron that, too. But for him to have noticed...? He must have been making moon-eyes worse than he'd thought.
"Anyway," Ron waved the matter off, "if you aren't going to, and the opportunity arises, d'you mind if I... well, have a go?"
"At- at Cho?" Harry asked, nonplussed.
Ron nodded.
"Er... this- Ron, please, please don't take this the wrong way, but... this isn't a jealousy thing, is it? You want to shag all the girls I do, so you don't... don't feel you're behind?"
This time, Ron let out a full-on guffaw that he had to stifle with a fist in his mouth.
Once he'd settled, the taller boy settled Harry with a firm gaze, "Mate, no. Look... I know I've been a prat before. I like to think I'm getting past that. I don't envy you your life anymore. I didn't last year, not really, I was just... worried. I reacted badly, out of habit, with the First Task. I'm sorry for that, by the way. But this?"
He took a deep breath, then started staring at his shoes while continuing, "It's... It's me. Well, look at it this way. In the last five days- six for you- I've gotten shagged eight times. Sure, it was only two girls, but I also got wanked by an honest-to-Merlin Succubus, and got my todger sucked on by a slag, and got to watch a Succubus shag someone. I mean, ten times is a pretty heavy week for most blokes, right? Hasn't even been a week. I've got nothing to complain about. Hell, Alicia and Marietta both said we can go again next week, andHermione- of all people- told us she'd shag us both if she thought she could get away without rumors! Think about that, why don't you?"
Harry blinked, then spent several minutes thinking about it in the same way.
Over six days, he'd gotten an amazing blow-job from a Succubus, had sex with a virgin witch (losing his own in the process), had his first experience performing cunnilingus on same while said Succubus sucked him off again, then shagged the demoness, then again, then was given fellatio by an unknown stranger, then shagged the succubus again, then... that was only the second day!
"Alright, well, when you put it like that," Harry said sheepishly, "It does sound like we have it pretty good."
"Spot. On. So, no, Harry, I'm not jealous. I'm ecstatic. So, again, Cho?"
"Er, I s'pose not, if she wants to," Harry said eventually, "I mean... she said she got 'my note', but I never sent one, and Lilith told me she didn't know who we were before we got there, so maybe she was just willing to shag anyone at that point. Er, not that you're 'just anyone'. I'm just glad it was me."
"Har, har, Harry," Ron grumbled while smirking, "Anyway, that's brilliant. So... What do we do about Hermione?"
Harry shrugged, "Donno. Let her decide? Probably safest."
"Yeah... what about Lilith, then?"
Harry frowned, this time. "What about her?"
"Well, you know... I want a shag. She's hot. Even that little form you were- um-"
Harry's eyebrows raised, "You mean that... yeah. Um..."
Say Yes, Master, entered his mind from nowhere, even as he felt the tip of a tail circle his groin very lightly, but not tonight. Please.
"Er... she says yes, I s'pose," Harry complied quietly.
Ron, showing a level of astuteness that Harry really should have been expecting at this point, said, "And you? I mean, if you don't want me to..."
A memory of Ron pounding into Marietta's pussy flashed through Harry's mind.
Seeing the more voluptuous, older Lilith's chest bounce like that...
Harry swallowed, then nodded, "It's fine. Not tonight, though."
"Wicked. Alright, I'm gonna go get my books for Herbology. Want me to grab yours, too?"
"Sure," Harry replied, surprised by the offer.
A minute later, Ron was gone.
Just a few seconds later, a scowling Daphne Greengrass walked into the room, shut the door firmly, then re-cast many of the same spells he had to protect the door.
Only then did she turn straight toward Harry and send him a glare.
He gulped. This is not going to end well...
A/N2: Review, folks! New chapters posted monthly, but I will post early when I hit 10 reviews per chapter!