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. 6: Triplicate

The remainder of the week until Thursday afternoon was relaxing enough for Harry, and even Ron somewhat, though he suspected the rest of the fifth- and seventh-years were starting to feel the strain for real. This was the last week of review, the following Monday would be the first day of their examinations. Each group would be combined, the fifth-years on the right of the Great Hall and the seventh-years on the left, for the Theory examinations, and each being called by name from the entry hall or side hall for Practicals after lunch.

He was happy to spend at least half an hour every evening just before bed with Lilith, expanding his repertoire of positions and techniques (he was swiftly getting an appreciation for having one of her small legs standing against his chest while he was straddling the other as he pumped into her), though he did not have any time for trysting with anyone aside from his newest friend.

Ron, though, seemed to be finding at least occasional relief with Hermione as the two had, on Tuesday and Thursday evening, taken a short break from studying and come back to the common area looking slightly disheveled and pleased with themselves simultaneously.

Harry smiled as he leaned against the wall of the dungeon hallway outside of Potions, Hermione on his right and Ron on hers, imagining the two of them finally shagging. Hermione probably told Ron about it. I bet he liked hearing it, too. He hasn't said anything to me, though. I'm not jealous, either. Is that weird?

Indeed, Harry had to forcefully think of Umbridge in a bikini to quash the nascent erection thinking about his two best friends shagging while Hermione told Ron in detail (maybe skipping the 'tryst' they'd half-watched) about their own first sexual encounter.

As Harry trooped into the room behind the other Gryffindors, who themselves had waited until the majority of the Slytherins were in the room already, he found himself with a dilemma.

There were two open spots. One, perhaps predictably, was sharing a table with Neville. While his and Ron's roommate had not melted or blown up a cauldron in more than a year, and in fact hadn't even made a dangerous mistake at all since Healer Tonks had begun taking their lessons the previous week, the previous four years had taught most of the class to avoid sharing a table with him if they could. It was just too risky.

Neville, though, seemed to work better in Potions alone, at least if Snape was not around to torment him.

The other table was sitting next to the Slytherin Ice Queen, Daphne Greengrass.

Harry tried, briefly, to suppress his grin as he sidled up to the blonde girl's table and gestured at the empty chair. "Do you mind if I sit, Miss Greengrass?"

One light eyebrow- her left- raised. Otherwise, the girl's expression remained stoic while she glanced at Neville's half-empty table, then around at the rest of the class, almost all of whom were staring at the interaction, even Ron, who had been attached at the hip to Hermione since the previous day. "If you must."

He grinned, setting his bag to the side of the table and sitting on the chair before reaching down to pull up his cauldron and begin setting up. Before he had finished, Healer Tonks had entered the room and begun taking roll in her normal quick, efficient, calm manner.

When she had finished, the older witch set her parchment and writing board aside and sat on the edge of the desk, exactly as normal. "This will be your last class before your Potions O.W.L.s. Many of you have become, no doubt due to the skill level expected of the course's regular Professor, accustomed to a certain high standard. Many of you have begun to relax under my own tutelage. Today, I want to impress upon you that you will need both if you wish to excel at the delicate art of Potions brewing, or in your examinations of the subject. Professor Snape, as you have no doubt surmised, is still indisposed. He demands excellence, and there is nothing wrong with that. I, personally, find that I prefer a more relaxed method, one more inclined to allowing my students to make mistakes for themselves, and learn of the consequences thereof. Again, both will be necessary in the coming weeks."

She paused while several members of the class, Harry included, swallowed. This one class, after all, would most likely make or break his half-formed but solidifying ambition to be an Auror, and Snape required nothing less than an Outstanding grade for N.E.W.T.-level students.

"As such, and as I remember my own examinations all too well, I offer you one double-period free of assignment or even organized review. If you have questions about Potions, or any other subject, I will answer as best I can. If you wish to brew for practice, please do so, and I will assist as needed. Otherwise, this time is yours, though I urge you to use it productively. Please also refrain from disrupting other students with... off-topic discussions."

Healer Tonks then stood fully and walked around the desk, casually flicking her wand- something light-colored, thin, whippy, and rather long, at the blackboard, where the words, "Open Review" appeared, before sitting down behind the desk and opening what looked like, to Harry, the latest edition of The Practical Potioneer.

All around him, students nervously began talking among themselves quietly, and every once in a while, someone would raise their hands and ask Healer Tonks a question. She answered as easily as possible, like she had done for every other question Harry had seen asked of her, demonstrating not only a broad and deep knowledge of several subjects (including Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration, as well as Herbology, to Neville's pleased surprise), but an ability to inform the asker without being condescending, snide, or otherwise rude, as had been so often lacking in that particular classroom.

Beside him, Daphne had begun putting her cauldron away, before pulling Hexes for the Vexed from her bag and beginning to read quietly.

With a small smile, Harry, too, put his own Potions supplies away- he figured another two hours of work wouldn't help him at this point, anyway- and pulled out The Dark Arts Outsmarted, before beginning to read on his own.

He had only moved one page over, though, when he was interrupted from what he had started to think would be an unlikely source. The softest of whispers, barely audible, from the blonde girl on his right. "What are you playing at, Potter?"

"Nothing," he replied quietly, though well above a whisper, "I just prefer sitting with someone who won't blow up my cauldrons, that's all. You're a much better potioneer, no matter how good a bloke Neville is otherwise."

"So this isn't an attempt to, as Tracey puts it, 'pry open my legs'?"

Harry could not suppress the slight guffaw that burst out from his chest, though he thankfully kept it brief and somewhat-disguised as a coughing fit. When he had recovered, he hissed back, "No. You made your position clear, that you would come to me, remember?"

"I do," Daphne replied, voice low and somewhat husky, though Harry somehow felt she wasn't trying to be seductive, only quiet without quite whispering. "But that's not what I meant, either. What are you playing at with Pansy and Malfoy, and the others? They- none of them have been the same since last weekend. Malfoy won't stop muttering curses under his breath about you, and Pansy, for once, has just been... quiet. It would make me expect she was up to something, but she hasn't even been hanging out with the Carrow sisters, or Bridget, or Rachel, or Millicent. She's mostly just been locked in her room."

Harry blinked, "The- I know who one of those people are, but there's two sisters in Slytherin?"

Daphne's eyes rolled, "There's more than that, Potter. Hestia and Flora Carrow are twins. Last year Charles and Devon Graham- another set of twins- graduated. My sister is two years down, in Slytherin. Pansy has a brother who'll likely be in Slytherin next year."

Harry shook his head, trying to keep a blush from forming at how stupid he'd just sounded, "S- Sorry, I didn't mean it quite that way. I didn't know there were two members of Pansy's little gang that are sisters."

This time, Daphne shook her own, pretending to turn a page of her own book, "No, they aren't. The Carrows are a year older, and it's more that Pansy hangs around them, when she's not with Draco. But it seems they, at least, had a falling out- one he blames you for."

"Well, I can't confirm or deny that," Harry said, glancing around to make sure there were no obvious eavesdroppers before lowering his voice further, though it seemed most of those nearby were talking with their table-mates, actively in review. "I may have mentioned something to Pansy about how moronic Malfoy could be in passing. Maybe it... pumped a thought into her empty head or something."

Daphne's head shot toward him, slight glare included, and she hissed, even quieter, "Vacuous though Pansy's head can occasionally be, I have a sneaking suspicion you pumped her full of something else."

Harry felt himself pinking down to his chest. "Why would I do that?"

"Because Draco is nearly impotent, and she gets desperate? I don't know- you seem to think you're Merlin's gift to womankind. You tell me."

"I wouldn't say that, exactly," Harry muttered, "I just... look, I don't know where you're getting your information, but I wouldn't say it's entirely trustworthy."

"Then what would you say, Potter?" Daphne hissed, "Not even two weeks ago you come into the library where I've snuck in for some late studying, and shag my brains out. Then I hear- after doing some checking- you've been with Chang in Ravenclaw, apparently have some 'new friend' that's helping you 'relax' in all kinds of ways, have apparently also shagged half of Gryffindor's females from the fourth-year up, and I'm supposed to believe you're going to hold up your end of our bargain? Especially since you also got Pansy to break up with Draco, apparently- according to my source- over you, and how stupid he is for continually going after you when he always loses."

Harry's eyes narrowed. Somehow, Daphne had been very close to the truth, even in her first statement. The rest... she didn't have the whole picture, of course, but she knew an awful lot of what he'd been up to as far as 'extracurricular activities' went since their first encounter. "The truth, Greengrass? The truth is, I've only been with one Gryffindor, and two Ravenclaws, you, and two people I can't name for their safety."

"Pansy, in other words," Daphne scowled.

Harry shrugged, "If you want to believe that, fine. But the thing we discussed- our 'bargain', as you put it- doesn't come into effect for more than a year. I don't see how it's any of your business what I do until then. We aren't dating, are we?"

One of Daphne's eyes twitched, the stoic expression nearly crumbling completely for a moment. "No," she hissed softly, "We are most certainly not. Look, Potter, I don't care whom you shag, so long as you're disease-free and still able to care for what we agreed on, but I would prefer not to be bogged down with rumors that the person I'm binding myself to after next year doesn't already have thirty children!"

Harry blinked, leaning away from the venomous-looking girl. "I- once, Greengrass, I made a mistake. I'm reasonably certain the girl in question is not pregnant. I have been making more of an effort to prevent the same from happening. I am not ready to have children, damn it, and am not a fool, no matter how much Malfoy might call me one."

For a moment, Daphne searched Harry's face. Then she murmured, voice suddenly regulated and soft again, no longer hissing or angry, "Good," and turned forward again, looking down to her still-open book.

Harry blinked, surprised by the sudden attitude shift, then glanced around the room.

Hermione and Ron, two tables away and across the room, were both shooting him concerned looks, but trying to be subtle about it. No one else seemed to have even noticed, though when he looked toward the front, Healer Tonks was clearly watching both with an amused expression.

Damn... what does she think we were talking about, then?

In Herbology, this time more in an effort to avoid explaining what he and Daphne had been arguing about (and possibly to avoid hearing Ron rant about him even sitting with a Slytherin), Harry made a point of sitting with Neville. One of the first things he did with the decreasingly-shy boy after sitting next to him in the far back right of the chamber (Harry in the furthest corner from anyone else and the door both), was pull a small sample vial from one pocket and surreptitiously swallow it down, before stowing the vial away again. "Sorry about Potions, Neville, I actually did need to talk to Greengrass," he said afterward, pulling on his dragonhide gloves.

They had been reviewing heavily in Herbology for two weeks already. This class, again their last before the exams began, would cover things they had only started studying this year, which included some of the most dangerous plants known to wizard-kind. Fortunately, Neville was an expert, and Harry could trust him, in this class if no other, not to make a mistake or let him make one for being distracted.

The class itself was relatively easy for that reason alone, and, since it was a double lesson shared with the Hufflepuffs, a pleasant enough one. Professor Sprout was as cheerful as ever, expounding once again on the properties of the Venomous Tentacula, Fanged Geranium (known for eating creatures as large as a house-cat, though they were not shy about biting off entire hands, as well), and other plants Hagrid might call entertaining or cute.

Harry, though, wasn't exactly watching the plants by the end of the class.

For his Elixir of the Piercing Gaze had begun to work.

He wasn't yet seeing through shirts, though he was hoping to get to at least that point, but people's hair was becoming less and less opaque to his vision, and the edges of some of the thinner leaves were starting to disappear before his eyes.

He waited, watching, looking around the room, keeping his eyes from latching on to one target in particular lest someone see him staring, cataloguing as much as he could of the females, glossing over the males.

And Professor Sprout. He didn't need to see that.

When the clean-up bell rang, signaling the approaching end of the lesson, Harry hurried to pack his own things away using the simple, intent-based spell the younger Tonks had taught him the previous summer, "Pack."

Repeating the spell for Neville's things, Harry leaned over to his quiet friend, "Listen, Neville, I really do want to make it up to you."

"You don't have to," Neville protested quietly, "I'm fine."

"But I want to," Harry whispered, "Look... you don't even know how much you've been doing for me, lately."

Neville frowned slightly, looking away. "You mean distracting Hermione while you and Ron go find someone to shag? I'm not daft, Harry. Even Dean and Seamus know that's what you two do when you get back late. I don't think anyone else does, but..."

"Well, yes, that," Harry whispered, "and keep it down, will you? Look, what I'm trying to say is- I can help you, too."

Neville blinked, immediately turning scarlet, "I don't need... th- that."

"But you want it, right? I've seen you eyeing a certain Hufflepuff or two," Harry grinned, pointedly looking toward the pair of Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot, making sure Neville followed his gaze.

Watching his friend turn even more red was worth it alone, Harry thought. But... "Look," he continued more quietly, "I'm not saying you have to shag her- not even sure which 'her' it is, between the red and the blonde- but you've been watching one of them for two years, Neville. I'm not daft, either. I'm not even saying I can work miracles. But I've also seen them glance our way- you, me, Ron- once or twice. More. Neither of them mind the view, if you get what I'm saying."

"I- I, you- that doesn't-" Neville sputtered, then gave up, turning half away without saying anything, though he pulled his bag up to the shoulder and started following the rest of the students out of the greenhouse, while Professor Sprout wished them all luck and, more importantly, diligence.

Harry was very amused to see Neville, still red-faced, carefully watching the two girls, who were lingering to the back of the Hufflepuff group, as they walked the well-worn path up to the castle proper. "If nothing else," he said a minute or so after they'd left the greenhouse behind, almost half-way to the main doors, "I can give you something to help you relax later. Not like brain-food or anything, like the rest are peddling. This is a gift from a friend."

He held out another vial, identical to the first. "Elixir of the Piercing Gaze. No, it's not a Love Potion of any sort. Use it, and within two hours- mine was about an hour and a half- you'll see what it does. No harmful side-effects, though you might be... distracted, for a while. It lasts about an hour. Don't double-up on the doses if I give you more, though, or you'll see more than you want."

"Piercing- gaze?" Neville blinked, confused, while he took the vial of dark, hazy purple liquid and examined it more closely, "What does it do?"

Harry smiled, "That's a secret, for now. Take it, and by the end of dinner, you'll know what I mean when I say: Red is green, yellow is pink-striped."

Neville swallowed, then uncorked the vial and tipped it into his mouth. "Alright, Harry," he said cautiously as he wiped his mouth and handed the empty vial back, "but if this is a Weasley thing..."

Harry casually put a hand on his friend's shoulder, "I can promise you, Neville, it's not. Brewed it myself. Consider it a... what do they call it. A gesture of good faith? You'll get something to enjoy- more than one, I'd wager- on your own if you wish, and I'm proving my willingness to do more if you want. I'll see you at dinner, mate."

Then Harry lengthened his stride, barely catching up to Ron and Hermione, who were bickering good-naturedly about something (for once), before stepping through the portrait hole.

As he and Ron separated from their other best friend (with benefits for all, apparently) to put their bags in their rooms until after dinner, Ron hissed down the stairs, "How come you were sitting and arguing with Greengrass instead of Neville? You need to be careful around the Slytherins. I thought you knew that."

Harry looked pointedly behind them at Lee Jordan, the Weasley twins' best friend, who was following them upward, and said, "I'll tell you later, it's not a big deal. Hurry, I'm hungry."

The reminder of food was all it took, as Harry had expected, for Ron to drop the subject for the time being, and begin dashing up the several flights of stairs to their dormitory.

Once the door closed, however, Ron looked at Harry expectantly, "Well?"

Harry shrugged, letting his own bag fall to the trunk at the foot of his bed, "We were discussing recent... events. She's under the impression I got Parkinson to break up with Malfoy, which I might have actually done."

Whatever Ron had been expecting, that clearly wasn't it, for he let out a low whistle, "Really? How'd you do that?"

Harry grinned, shrugging, then pulled out his wand and whispered, "Homenum Revelio", gesturing around the dormitory, the showers, and out into the stairwell.

Satisfied there were no hidden eavesdroppers, Harry lowered his voice just to be safe and replied, "Proved he was damned near impotent, shagged her on the Astronomy tower in front of him, made her beg for more in front of him..."

Ron, for a moment, shuddered in disgust. "You shagged a snake? Ick. Worse, it was Parkinson? Eww."

Harry shrugged with a satisfied grin, "She was pretty nice under the robes, actually, really wet, and a nice rack. It's part of Lilith's plan to get rid of Umbridge, I guess."

"Okay," Ron said, shaking his head to clear the images he must have found terribly disturbing judging by his expression, "Alright, I guess I get that. But what about Greengrass? She's hot as hell, yeah, but... she's one I'd actually consider dangerous, Harry. A real Slytherin, not a ponce or a cow."

"She's also going to be my concubine in two years, and mother of three of my children," Harry said quietly. "Furthermore-"

"Wait, what?"

Harry sighed, "Look, it's a long story. The short version is that she needs to have kids and wants to keep the Greengrass name going. She asked me to be the one, but doesn't want to marry. I agreed, and both of us want me in the kids' lives- I'll be their father in every way except in name, but I won't be her husband."

Ron let out a low whistle, "Damn. That's pretty serious, Harry. I mean... being a concubine is serious, too. She can't betray you too easily, I guess, but that's still... watch your back. I can't wait until you tell me what she's like in the sack, though, mate."

Harry sputtered for the briefest of moments. "What makes you think I'd- er... Why would you..."

Ron's eyebrows rose, "Because I presume you won't let me shag her? Or she won't? I want to at least know if she's as cold as people say, or as sexy. That's all, I guess I don't need details."

Harry snickered, "You're like a girl, you know that? Gossiping?"

Ron flushed, but protested, "It gets me randy to think about, that's all. Not you, really, but- but another guy with a girl I fancy, or wouldn't mind being with. That's all."

"Apparently," Harry said, more calmly, "That's a common thing. I'm... I used to think I hated the idea, but now I'm not so sure. I mean..."

"Hermione," they both said at once, then both laughed.

"That's something we'll have to talk about one of these days, Harry," Ron said, shaking his head as he started moving for the door, "just us, then with her. I mean, I don't mind things as they are right now, but I don't want things to get bad between any of us, you know?"

"Right," Harry agreed. "Oh, I think I forgot to tell you. Saturday night, Marietta and Cho want to meet up with both of us again, if you're interested."

"Saturday?" Ron nodded, pausing with his hand on the door, looking up thoughtfully. "What about Hermione?"

"Let me handle that," Harry grinned, "I have a couple of ideas. You interested?"

"Yeah, of course," Ron snorted, "Um... like last time, or...?"

Harry grimaced. "Er... I don't know. We should probably discuss that now, though. I... I shagged Marietta, too, after you."

"I know," Ron snorted, "she told me. I don't care if you don't. But can I shag Cho, this time?"

Harry's shoulders slumped slightly in relief. Apparently, it wasn't just Hermione Ron didn't mind sharing, but everyone. "I don't mind, if she doesn't."

"Brill," Ron grinned, then threw open the door, hurrying down to the common room to meet up with Hermione, as usual.

An hour later, with Ron on his right, Neville on his left, and Hermione across from all three, Harry watched with delight as Neville's eyes suddenly grew wide, and he went very, very still, aside from the brilliant blush that he suddenly sported, all the way down to his hands.

Harry grinned, leaning over to whisper in his ear, watching the nearby Hufflepuff table, "Told you, Susan's wearing green, and Hannah pink stripes."

Woodenly, Neville nodded.

He said nothing for the remainder of the meal, pointedly avoiding looking directly at any female face.

Though, as he headed up to the Tower, Harry was glad to see he was trying (and mostly successfully) hiding an erection of his own, along with a wide smile he was hiding much less successfully.

Enjoy, mate.

No doubt, there would be closed curtains, both locked and silenced, when he arrived later.

The tables had just begun to really clear when Harry felt a familiar flutter of wings ghost across his back before an invisible form dropped into the now-empty spot Neville had left twenty minutes earlier.

Harry glanced around, confirming once again that there was no-one within several places of their trio, before whispering out loud, "Hello, Lilith."

Hermione and Ron stiffened briefly, then relaxed, both their eyes glancing about to try and find her.

She, still invisible to each of them, giggled quietly, "Hello, Master, and Master's delicious-looking friends."

Both Ron and Hermione blushed, looked at each other, blushed further, then down at their dessert-filled plate and book respectively.

Harry grinned, "You know she's messing with you guys, right?"

He joined the Succubus in laughing quietly when both blushes deepened further still.

"Though," Lilith purred just loud enough for them all to hear, "I do think you look good enough to... eat. All of you."

Hermione swallowed, though Ron glanced up, suddenly half-eager, though a little nervous, as well.

"What do you need, Lilith?" Harry asked, trying to keep her from making Hermione's blood pressure shoot through the roof, or cause an argument with an invisible creature in the Great Hall.

Though, now that he thought about it, maybe no one would blame her in her O.W.L. year.

"Just letting you know that I need to borrow you after dinner, say for an hour. Then I'll need... recharging. The plan's ready to go, ahead of schedule. Once- well, once something started happening, it happened faster than I expected. I'd still rather wait until your exams begin in earnest, though."

"Okay," Harry agreed at once.

Nothing more was said, though Harry watched idly as a bit of food from his plate vanished into thin air and the faint noise of chewing was heard from his other side.

After a few minutes, Hermione asked quietly, "Lilith? Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, beautiful," the Succubus replied at once, "I'm willing. Er... to answer."

Hermione frowned while Ron and Harry shared a smirk and glance. Lilith clearly knew how to get under Hermione's skin, so to speak.

Puns were highly effective, for example, even if they weren't at all subtle.

Flattery, too, if only because it unsettled the girl so.

Not least, Harry suspected, because while Hermione might not be sure, Harry knew the demoness meant it- and far more literally than the witch probably thought.

"Well, I... I was just wondering what you were going to do when your deal with Harry is up. You- you Contracted, right? Until Vol- V-Voldemort's defeat?"

A small arm wrapped through his while she answered, still just quietly enough for them to hear, "I haven't any idea, yes, and yes. Probably go back home, since I won't be able to stay indefinitely at that point."

"And... Harry couldn't summon you again?"

This time, there was a long pause, and when she answered, Lilith's voice sounded almost unsure. "Probably not. There's a chance, of course, but of those able to take Contracts among my people, there's perhaps five hundred. Our total population is less than thirty thousand, the entire species. The odds alone are not good. Maybe, maybe, my Master could figure out a way to get me in particular. It's been done before. Our records, however, no matter how far into our history we go, have no mention of the method. It's not common, in any case. Far more common are those wizards who choose long-term, or open-ended Contracts, like Master, here."

"His Contract is open-ended?" Ron asked, thankfully with an empty mouth, for his plate was suddenly empty of desserts and he did not refill it.

"Of course," Hermione whispered, glancing between Harry, Ron, and Harry's left where, he guessed, the bright girl had sussed out the demoness was sitting, "Voldemort's defeat, or death, or whatever. If, say, he never dies... then Lilith stays."

"Precisely," the rosette said, phasing slightly into view so Harry could watch as she blew the girl a kiss that Hermione could not have seen due to the remaining invisibility. "There are a few problems with that, loopholes I've thought of since then, that would allow me to get out earlier if I wanted to, without taking Master with me if I wanted- but why would I do that? I also have no intention of doing so, so don't worry your heads about it. I and my people are better off if I stay for a long while."

"But don't you have family, friends, back home?" Harry asked, suddenly guilt-ridden once again he'd ripped someone from everything and everyone they knew for his own sick pleasure.

"Of course," Lilith shrugged, answering easily as she took another bite of his treacle tart, "and I'll see them again. We don't age, you know? At least, not after maturity. We aren't what you'd call 'mortal'. My lifespan- young for a Succubus- is still several times yours, and that changes one's perspective, I think. If I spent your entire wizarding lifetime, say, two hundred Earth years, on the outside, it'd be like spending... maybe three years in a foreign land for my people. It's a long time, and I'll certainly miss them, but it's not like I won't see them again, or they, me."

"But, but still..." Harry muttered, "I took you away-"

Lilith dropped a hand onto his groin, tickling him lightly, while looking up pointedly, "If you recall, Master, and for your friends' benefit, I told you this on the night I was summoned- I volunteered to come, to answer your call. You 'took me away' only because I wanted to come. It wasn't a kidnapping, more like you being my taxi and now my 'boss'."

Hermione, Ron, and Harry all blinked in surprise.

"Er... how, exactly?" Harry asked.

Lilith shrugged, "Think about it. I wanted to come here, to provide 'material' for our world to expand, to create more of my kind, et cetera. It's considered a noble thing to us, and I'll be lauded as a hero for doing it. Not to mention, I've been quite successful so far, and we're just getting started. You called, and provided the ritual allowing me to come, thus the taxi service."

"And- the boss?"

Lilith looked to Hermione, smiling, and blew her another kiss for the question, "Our Contract requires me to assist my Master in defeating- ending, killing, destroying- your Dark Lord person, and in satisfying him sexually, and so on. There's several things. You could call it prostitution, in a way, because I'm getting 'paid', but what I'm getting paid in is vital materials for my world, and pleasure of my own. It's also, in a way, mercenary work. That I genuinely like my Master is a significant bonus. That I also seem to enjoy the company of his company- you two included- is another large side-bonus. I have no complaints about being here."

"Your world sounds like a weird place," Hermione shrugged. "Anyway, I think it's time we went up to the Tower, Ron."

"Use the Room of Requirement," Lilith suggested, "Try something new."

"Er- I wasn't planning-" Hermione blushed.

Ron interrupted, "Sounds good. Shall we, Hermione?" Before she could respond verbally, he took her hand across the table, over Harry's and Lilith's heads, and started leading her, arms outstretched and practically jogging to keep up.

"H- Harry! Ron! My book!"

"I've got it," Harry called with a laugh, reaching across to close it and pick it up, tucking it under his arm as he stood. "Alright, Lilith, lead the way."

He jumped, just slightly, when her small hand fell on his bum and started pushing him, invisible once again, toward the doors after his friends.

Only she led him up only one flight up stairs, down two different corridors, and down three flights into the far reaches of the dungeons of the castle before stopping at a doorway at the end of a dark, ill-lit and rarely-used hall. "This," Lilith said, coming fully into view, and fully clothed, for once, in clothes that most fully resembled a Hogwarts' robe for a first-year, in size, coloration, and lack of House colors, "is where we will find Professor Snape, in the throes of a dire illness. Master, I'll warn you now- he's not clothed. I have a barrier set up so you won't see too much if you go only into the room as far as letting the door shut, but if you go much further, you might see more of the old bat than you want."

"Er... do I want to know what you're doing?"

"Probably not," Lilith answered cheerfully, pushing open the door, "But you need to know for the plan to work in case something goes wrong, so follow me. Try not to talk above a whisper once we're inside. It might... excite him."

Indeed, Harry could plainly see the sallow, gaunt face and greasy, lanky hair of Professor Severus Snape, plus his bare torso and arms, equally sallow and horribly pale, with both arms shackled to the dungeon walls, stretched out from his body.

A body which twitched spasmodically, dark, glassy eyes transfixed on some point on the other side of a simple wooden barrier that blocked the rest of him from view, but which he could easily walk around either side.

There was literally nothing else in the room aside from a candle in each corner, of the same style as the Great Hall. Likely, Harry knew, they were candles from the Great Hall, as the House Elves renewed them frequently and none would ever complain if some errant student or other absconded with a few for light in some night-time activity.

Like, for example, Fred and George Weasley. Or himself.

Among others.

Harry watched, fascinated and dismayed in equal measure, as Lilith, still wearing the guise of a first-year student, flittered on invisible wings over to Snape and let her familiar pink powder fall in great swathes.

After just seven seconds, Snape was grunting and groaning, straining against not just the shackles around his wrists, but what also must have been around his waist and legs, too, for he didn't move much. His eyes, though, remained fixed on whatever was on the far side of the barrier, nearly unblinking, while his breathing became hoarse and ragged.

Once Lilith landed beside him once more, she pointed casually, "Don't worry, he's regularly fed, watered, and relieved. House-Elves are useful, and they apparently can't tell what I am if I'm dressed as a student. It's weird. He's not even capable of feeling discomfort, though he might be cramping anyway. I've been dosing him regularly- every couple of hours- for a week, now. He's in a horrid frenzy, but he hasn't ejaculated even once. His poor heart's about to give out in a few days, though. It's been working pretty hard."

"Er... why?" Harry asked, genuinely confused, and disgusted. He really didn't want to know what Snape was thinking about in his lust-frenzy, though.

"He's the bait to bring down your other teacher. And we can get rid of him, too. Sounds good, right?"

"Er... yes, but..."

"Ah, ah, that would be telling," Lilith grinned, "Now, you should be aware that in a room one to the left of this one is Professor and Senior Undersecretary to the Minister Dolores Umbridge. She has been in a similar state, though for nine days instead of seven, and she's far less healthy than Mr. Snape. Her heart is even closer to giving out, but I've been working to keep her alive. I don't think your medi-witch has noticed any missing Potions, yet. And no, I most certainly have not looked to see what she's interested in when aroused. I don't want to know, either. Snape's... is surprisingly normal, all things considered, for what it's worth.

"Now, here's the basic gist: Come exam time, 'someone' will let it leak to the authorities that these two are being... promiscuous. In public. There will be enough witnesses to corroborate. An hour later, images and a story will appear at the offices of your paper, the Daily Prophet, giving further evidence. The story's already written, though the pictures aren't taken, yet. This will be a blow to them both, and maybe get Snape sacked. But Umbridge's torture isn't done, because she's also going to be caught a little later doing something... worse."

Harry gulped and coughed, trying as hard as he could not to vomit up his dinner. "I'm.. I'm done. You- you do your thing. I'm... I don't need help tonight."

Privately, after hearing what he just had, Harry wondered if he'd ever get an erection again.

Lilith pouted. "That's no fun... I do need a recharge soon, but I can wait a day. And don't I deserve a reward?"

"I'll... let me get out of here, away from him and- and her, and I'll... I'll try."

"Great! I'll meet you upstairs, Master, later. You... go have fun with your friends. In the Room, I think. They'll probably let you in."

Harry swallowed, then fled the dungeons and up into the higher reaches of the castle as fast as he could.

Up in the Gryffindor Common Room, there were, as was more than usual these days, several students in various stages of snogging or making out, even a few doing so while studying.

Harry was amused to note that, among them, Ginny Weasley- probably the real one- and Dean were as involved as any while sitting in Harry's favorite chair by the fire.

Yet, he didn't stir. Instead, he headed upstairs to glance into the dormitory. It was empty, aside from Neville's bed being pointedly silenced and locked as he'd expected, then went back down and out of the common room.

"No sense not at least trying, I guess," Harry muttered. "Anything to get that out of my head..."

The Room of Requirement was not there when he arrived, and he spent several minutes, and three attempts, trying to figure out what either Ron or Hermione might have used to create the Room before he saw the familiar door slide into existence.

"I really didn't think 'we need a place to shag in relative private' would be it," Harry muttered, before throwing the Invisibility Cloak around his shoulders, using his wand to check for hidden watchers, and sliding into the room as quietly as he was able.

The place Harry found himself in was surprisingly familiar: a replica, in great detail, of Ron's bedroom at the Burrow.

The activity involved was slightly less so, as Harry was reasonably sure that Hermione had never straddled Ron like that, sitting on his face with twitching hips, while her mouth bobbed on his naked dick, the pair of them stretched out with Ron's head on the pillows of his bed.

Despite the late hour- it was nearing ten at night- sunshine shone through the false window, leaving the replicated attic room well-lit.

Harry's own cot was still present, though through the now-familiar clutter, he could see a thin layer of dust, too. Ron's imagination must have created it as it would have been shortly before Harry's arrival at the Burrow.

Harry continued to watch, feeling himself finally start to respond, for more than a minute before he shut the door with a soft click.

At once, both of the teenagers on the bed froze.

A moment later, Ron's hips thrust upward, prodding at Hermione's cheek while her empty mouth and stunned expression looked through Harry. "If he's here, let him watch, Hermione," Ron said, "you already know he's a pervert."

Harry was affronted for the barest of moments, before realizing Ron was absolutely right.

Hermione, though, was a bit more hesitant as her shocked worry changed to embarrassment, "R- Ron, maybe we shouldn't..."

"If you want me to put it in your twat, it's gotta be in your mouth, first," Ron said sternly.

Hermione, to Harry's surprise, jerked with her whole body, immediately turning back to licking and then sucking on Ron's head with her soft, puffy lips, while her right hand stroked his base.

"That's a good girl," Ron moaned between lapping at Hermione's no doubt dripping cunt, "show Harry how good you are at sucking cock."

Hermione moaned in protest, but half-way through, her body shuddered atop Ron, making him chuckle as he hurriedly lapped up more of her juice, until she fell limp over him, switching to licking up and down the sides and top of his shaft while she caught her breath from the orgasm. Ron, though, was not satisfied. After giving her a few seconds to recover, his hands left the girl's shapely, toned rump to fist into her hair and pull toward him, arching her back, "I said, 'show Harry how good you are at sucking cock,' not 'enjoy my tongue'."

Harry swallowed, shifting nervously as Hermione glanced toward the door, down at the twitching shaft an inch from her mouth, then the door again. "H- Harry," she said quietly, "This- this is how good I am at sucking cock."

Then, like she had for him in the false Astronomy Tower, her lips slid down Ron's dick to meet his scrotum, nesting in the thick, ginger hair there.

She coughed slightly as she bottomed out, but maintained the position while Ron groaned, his own hips pushing up ever so slightly. "That's it, good girl. You've been practicing hard. Thirty seconds."

While he spoke, Ron's hands left Hermione's hair, one to slide down her back and then slip two fingers into her dripping cunt while his head raised again to lick at her clit. The other, the one on Harry's side, moved to cup the slightly-swaying mound of Hermione's breast before giving it a firm squeeze, "You've got great tits, Hermione. Show Harry your tits."

She waited, and Harry realized that, like Ron had ordered, she was holding him in her mouth, at full penetration, for the entire thirty seconds while her face turned darker red, before pulling off with a wet sucking sound and a loud gasp for air, before sitting up fully on Ron's face, turning her torso toward Harry.

He watched, fascinated, penis now fully erect- or straining to be in his trousers- while Hermione, hips gyrating against Ron's mouth, cupped and then began to massage her own breasts, pulling her nipples gently, speaking as if to the air (not quite in his direction, but close), "These are my tits, Harry. I like them, I think, and Ron does, too. Do you like them?"

Harry didn't really want to answer, because he didn't want to ruin the show.

But he'd been conditioned, by the Dursleys, and years of schooling, to answer direct questions. "Fuck yeah, Hermione, they're amazing."

Both Ron and Hermione jumped, but this time, only Hermione flushed deeper.

Eyes fixed not just on Hermione's breasts, but on where Ron's mouth continued to work her hairy groin, he could just make out Ron's smile.

"H- Harry!"

"Fuck, that's hot, Hermione," Harry murmured, shrugging off the Cloak and letting it pool around his legs while he 'wanted' a lock, already locked, and a magically-immobile bar to appear holding the door closed from the outside.

She was still entirely still as she watched him appear, terrified, shamed eyes watching him as he stepped over to Ron's desk and pulled out the chair, spinning it to sit down with legs spread, and moving one hand to grip his erection through his pants.

Ron's hand lightly slapping her arse made Hermione jump again, and she lifted herself slightly, "R- Ron, Harry's-"

"Here, yeah," Ron said, voice amused, "Let him watch."

"B- But-" she protested, even while clambering awkwardly- Harry found it sensual all the same- off of Ron.

"But nothing," Ron said sternly, cutting her off, "You've already told me you fantasized about it. Well, it's a dream come true, then. You want us both, you said, and we both want you. I'm not ready for a full-on with Harry, but I want him to watch me fuck you, make sure there's no jealousy. Then, I'm gonna watch him do you, for the same reason. Then we can move on, if we all still want to."

Harry grinned at Hermione's shell-shocked expression, but he waited until Ron had coaxed her to sit on the edge of the bed, then lay back, and he lay on his side, both starkers, with his head propped on his right arm while both looked at Harry.

Ron, it seemed, was entirely unabashed to be naked in front of his best friend, at least in this situation (he'd always been fairly modest in the showers), while Hermione was probably more than a little mortified, but willing to go along with displaying herself for both of them at the same time, anyway.

"Now, Hermione," Ron said, glancing at Harry as he trailed his left fingertips up and down first her side, then her stomach, before moving up to lightly graze and circle her breasts, "show Harry you can suck your own tits, too."

Harry swallowed. The very idea- how had he never thought of that?

He wasn't even thinking about resisting the urge to free his erection by the time a hesitant Hermione had lifted her left breasts and squeezed only at the top, pulling the nipple into her mouth. She began to suckle herself with a moan, while Ron's fingers tweaked her other side, then drifted down, so slowly, to tickle into her pubic hair and slide along the still glistening folds. "You're damned wet, Hermione. Even more than when I was licking you. You like it this much, being watched?"

"I, I don- I... yes," Hermione protested, then gasped, her pelvis jerking upward into Ron's fingers on the last word.

Ron glanced at Harry and waggled his eyebrows, "Hear that, mate? She wants you to watch. Jerk off, I'm gonna fuck her for you."

Before Harry could wrap his fingers around his throbbing length, he gasped at the sight of Ron's long, relatively thin penis lancing into Hermione's soaking cunt. She jerked when he was not quite fully in, then moaned. "You can take the rest," Ron grunted, then thrust in further.

He watched most of Hermione's body, what was not covered by his best friend, tense in what might have been pain- it was hard to tell- but she did, indeed, take all of Ron's not inconsiderable length inside her.

He moaned, staying still for a few seconds, "So fucking tight. Merlin, Hermione... you like that, Harry?"

"Yeah," he said breathily, hand now beating a steady rhythm on his shaft.

Umbridge and Snape aside, he could only remember being this aroused once- when he'd first had Daphne and Lilith, under the influence of her own Fog of Lust.

Yet he had little interest in interrupting, of plumbing Hermione's depths for himself. It was more important to see how this would play out.

Ron began moving, pumping slowly, taking four or five seconds to come almost all the way out, then back in, where he would stay for a couple of seconds, before resuming.

Perhaps a minute in, Harry felt another presence enter the room, coming right through the door as if it weren't there. Master. That's... nice, I'll admit, feeling what you feel. Please tell me you'll let me have him, and her, too? She's so horny, and he's... even worse off than you. I can't believe he hasn't finished already.

"Soon," he whispered without looking at Lilith, who he knew would be invisible, anyway. Instead, he felt her fly up into the rafters of the fake ceiling, no doubt to diddle herself while she watched.

It's what he would do, anyway.

What he was doing.

Ron shifted so he was more upright, pulling his feet onto the floor so he was nearly standing, legs spread, and pulled Hermione's legs around his waist, to free his hands to grope and caress Hermione's generous chest. His breathing was increasing, but Harry suspected that, despite the sucking earlier, Ron was still a long way off.

Harry didn't mind, it would prolong his own fun.

In fact, he realized, he was having fun lightly stroking himself while watching Ron and Hermione shag. He grinned- he could do this. He could let Lilith shag Ron, too. Or- maybe anyone, like he suspected she wanted.

He might, in a few weeks, even encourage it, if he could watch, and have her after. Or before.

Ron leaned forward, now sucking and pulling at Hermione's left breast with his teeth and lips, prodding and pinching, twisting her other nipple with his free hand, then increased his thrusting to a rapid pace before slowing, then kept alternating between very fast and very slow, making Hermione moan as she started to writhe beneath him, panting, "R- Ron... Ron... f- f-fuc-fuuuuck..."

Harry looked up toward the rafters and mouthed, "Fog?"

A few seconds later, No, this is all them, echoed through his mind.

Harry grinned, then stood from the chair, continuing to stroke himself as he walked carefully to stand on Ron's left, at the foot of the bed, for a better view of Hermione's body.

Ron glanced up from her chest, grinning, "Jealous yet, mate?"

"No," Harry said with a smile, "Though I want a turn after. You're right, Hermione is fucking sexy."

"Hot, too, and really, really wet," Ron chuckled in reply, slipping the hand that had been at her breast down between them, pulling it up slick with sticky, clear fluid. Then he stuck the fingers in Hermione's mouth while she gasped.

She froze, then started licking at his fingers furiously. When he pulled them out after several seconds, Hermione whispered, voice shaking with his thrusts and her own lust, "I- I always wondered what... I taste pretty good."

"Like honey," Harry said.

Ron smiled, "Yeah, good honey. You close, Hermione?"

She nodded against the bed, eyes flickering to Harry standing over them both, "H- Harry, do- do you want Ron to come in me, like- like you did? He hasn't, yet."

Harry debated for all of five seconds.

It was a complicated question, fraught with decisions.

But in the end... "I want you both to enjoy each other," he eventually said, "however you want. I'll enjoy you, too, Hermione. No offense, Ron."

"None taken," Ron grunted, "I don't wanna shag you, either, Harry."

Then he abruptly withdrew from Hermione and flipped her over, tugging down on her hips so her knees dangled just above the floor, and pushed back in from behind.

"F- Fuuck, Ron!" Hermione cried, "So- so deep!"

The red-head looked over at Harry, grinning madly, then gave Hermione's arse a light slap, "Language, Hermione!"

Something about the scolding sent her over the edge.

Hermione went very, very tense, then began to tremble.

Harry heard her begin to keen, almost inaudibly high, but rising in volume and lowering in pitch for several seconds.

The tightening of her walls was too much for Ron, as well, who grunted and, still pumping, roared as he ejaculated wildly into Hermione's pussy.

Harry continued to stroke, hand blurring with his very light touch. He didn't want to finish too fast, he had to enjoy Hermione, first, then probably Lilith, if he had his way.

After several seconds, Hermione fell still aside from gasping for breath, while Ron slowly pulled his half-soft member out with a squelch, followed by several thick dripping sounds. Harry, at once, stepped around to beside Ron, both watching as Hermione's labia, swollen and still twitching, oozed thick, white fluid, which ran down the faux bedspread to splatter onto the floor in an irregular puddle.

Master, ask her if she trusts you. You'll both enjoy it- you all will.

Harry did not hesitate, but glanced at Ron with a grin, still caressing, now just with his fingertips to slow down his own arousal, while he looked down at the spent girl, "Hermione, do you trust me?"

"'C- Course I do," she murmured, fighting to get the words out even several seconds after the shatteringly-powerful orgasm.

Tell her to hold still, then, and just let it happen.

"Let it happen, then," Harry said, "just hold- hold still."

Only then did Harry see Lilith glide down, visible, on silent and hidden wings, to stand where Harry had at the foot of the bed.

Only she did not look like the pixie-ish girl Harry usually enjoyed.

Instead, aside from the pink hair in a pixie cut the Succubus sported, she more resembled the tall, buxom and curvy form Ron liked.

In fact, she looked like...

"Lavender?" he mouthed in Lilith's direction, knowing both of his friends could not see from there.

She grinned, nodding, then walked around, as the school uniform faded to nothing, and gently pushed Harry and Ron aside before kneeling between Hermione's still-open legs.

The dainty-looking, though larger, hands fell on Hermione's arse first, giving each a gentle squeeze, then, without asking for further permission, Lilith dived in, giving a great lick with a preternaturally large, pink tongue from Hermione's engorged clitoris up to her arse, gathering a great wad of Ron's semen with it. She turned toward the red-haired boy, winked, then made a great show of pulling the four-inch appendage into her mouth and swallowing the lot, before diving back in with gusto.

Hermione had yelped and tried to jerk away with the first lick, but despite her focusing on Ron, Lilith's strength was more than enough to hold her there. Her protest died in her throat as the licking resumed, and more-so when the Succubus added first one, then two, fingers, plunging them in and out of the gaping snatch while twisting and wiggling independently of each other.

Ron's semi-flaccid member was already nearly fully hard again, Harry could tell without looking, for he too was once again stroking it, their motions nearly coinciding.

Then, just as Hermione was nearing what would have probably been a truly mind-blowing climax, Lilith backed away, hopped to her feet, and clothes reappeared once more on her body. "All yours, Master."

"Why did you stop, you slut?" Hermione whispered, then gasped and covered her mouth with one hand, looking over her shoulder, horrified at what she'd said.

Harry, though, smiled kindly, "Because she knows what I want, Hermione. I wanted her to stop, because I want my turn. Are you ready?"

"W- With Ron? And- and-"

"Yes," Harry said solemnly, "Like he said, this is what we both think we need. I wasn't jealous, but we all know- again no offense, Ron-"

"None taken."

"-That he's the one with the bigger jealousy issues. If this- if this is okay, then we'll be okay with this."

"It makes sense," Lilith interjected before the girl could protest, "And besides- to be totally fair, you need to see Ron shag me, too, if Master's okay with it."

With wide eyes, Hermione swallowed, then buried her face in the bedspread for a moment. Then she pushed herself up and sat on the edge of the bed. "Al- Alright. You're right. Yes, Harry, Lilith got me ready again. Whenever- however you want, Master."

She might have been teasing, but Harry quite enjoyed hearing that word, now, especially from someone he was about to shag. "Then on your knee- no. Like Ron, I want your mouth first, but I want you to be on the bed. Put your head hanging off the end."

He'd done this once with Lilith, but never with a living human.

And he already knew Hermione could take him all the other way. If she could take Ron this way, then...

It was awkward for her to maneuver that way, but once she had Ron grinned alongside Harry, "Damn, that's a useful position."

Harry didn't reply verbally. Instead, he looked to his right at Ron, who was casually leaning against his dresser while jerking himself without a care for those watching, then looked down, using his left hand to point himself downward.

The moment his head touched Hermione's lips, she opened her mouth, and he slipped in.

Her tongue, ribbed and rough, felt glorious against his overly-sensitive head, and the extra pressure provided by the position there was even better.

But only as he fully bottomed out, passing Hermione's tonsils and going more than two inches into her throat, did he remember he was a fair bit wider than Ron.

Hermione's throat reflexively pulsed around him as she gagged, but he, more due to his own sudden spike in ecstasy than Lilith's lessons, stayed for a few seconds, then forced himself to pull out, leaving Hermione to gasp.

Her eyes were watering, but she did not protest. Instead, while he watched her from above, she opened her mouth again after several seconds. "Come in, Master."

He grinned, then pushed in slower this time, taking several seconds to fully enjoy the texture of her cheeks as she inhaled around him, the seal of her lips, still wet and swollen, around his shaft, the tonsils as they glided, even rougher than her tongue, and the base of the girl's uvula as it slid along his urethra.

She swallowed, and he started to pull out, but Ron said, "Thirty seconds."

Before Harry could stop moving outward, Hermione's own hands fell on his ass, pushing him the inch or so back in, holding him as far as she could go.

Harry groaned, almost collapsing from the pleasure, then realized it would be safer if he... braced himself.

He did so by leaning down to fondle the girl's chest, tugging both nipples up at once, releasing them, then going to pull both together, and apart, up and down alternatingly, then together, before slapping the outsides of both gently so the soft flesh bounced against each other in fascinating ripples.

"And, thirty," Ron announced.

But Harry stayed there for five more seconds, smiling as Hermione started to panic, her throat constricting on him more and more often, tighter and tighter.

Then he jerked backward, "Thirty-five."

Hermione gasped, but Harry sank to his knees, pressing his lips to hers upside down and whispered while she still gasped, "That was fucking amazing. You're amazing. Stand up."

He beat her to his feet, gesturing with his head and eyes for Ron to sit on the chair he'd left facing the bed.

Ron shrugged, still stroking madly, and obeyed, leaving his long legs splayed out for balance. Harry then sat with his knees on the edge of the bed, almost facing Ron and Lilith, who, somehow, was not pleasuring herself, and stayed fully clothed in what Harry was coming to call her 'adult form', leaving the girls the only ones standing in the room.

Then he guided Hermione by the waist with one hand to stand between his own outstretched legs, one foot nearly touching Ron's, and turned her to face their friend.

"Sit on it," he commanded then, firmly. Not as stern, perhaps, as Ron had done.

Hermione, though, immediately complied, reaching a hand down to guide him into her depths.

She sank down completely with a shudder and cry, "O- Oh!", the same hand holding his base and lightly cupping his balls while she trembled with a minor orgasm.

"You're right, Ron," Harry said over her shoulder, still grinning, "She is wet and hot. You- you okay so far?"

Neither Hermione nor Harry moved any further while Ron's eyes roved over the girl, occasionally shooting glances at Harry's face, or over toward Lilith. Mostly, though, like Harry, his eyes stayed locked on the place where their bodies joined.

Eventually, he took a deep, shuddering breath of his own, then nodded, "Yeah, I am. Fuck him, Hermione. Ride his dick."

Harry and Hermione saw Lilith grin, then take a step back, out of Ron's line of sight as her clothes vanished into wisps of pink smoke that rapidly faded from view.

That was all she did for a while, just allowing Hermione to get used to seeing her like this while she started to squirm and gyrate her cunt and hips in Harry's lap.

His hands started to roam, first up and down Hermione's sides, using the backs and fronts of his fingers and palm, then her thighs down to the knee, and even her arms, inside and out, before snaking around to rest one over her belly while the other hovered at the bottom of her breasts, allowing both to bounce against it, giving the girl small stabs of pleasure there, too, with every rise and fall on his engorged member.

Harry enjoyed the strawberry smell of Hermione's shampoo as her thick hair covered his face. After a few seconds of her bouncing on him, he leaned in to begin biting and nibbling at her sensitive neck and ears, not caring one whit about the impeding hair.

"Are- are you okay, Ron?" Hermione gasped, one hand on Harry's thigh to steady herself, the other now covering the hand Harry had on her stomach.

Again, Ron nodded, this time quite distracted as he continued to pump himself, the long fingers wrapping fully around the thin shaft. "Yeah, M'fine. So hot. Fuck'm good, Hermione."

He seemed quite transfixed, in fact, so to give him a further show, Hermione's hand left Harry's and drifted down, to start rubbing small circles on her clit as she rode against Harry.

Harry groaned as her walls tightened against him, starting to shake. He knew Hermione had already had two orgasms or more with Ron, and once as he penetrated her. Another might wear her out, but... He really didn't want to stop!

So he stood up, hands under her thighs, making Hermione squeak in protest and surprise, before he deposited her back on the bed, "On your hands and knees. Ron, do you want her facing you, or this cunt we both love?"

"Fuck, I don't care," Ron said, "Just fuck her hard, Harry!"

The raven-haired boy grinned, "Face the pillow, Hermione, now."

She hurried to obey, desperate to have him back inside her, and moaned, "Come on, Harry, I'm with Ron- just- just do me, hard!"

"Whatever you say, Hermione," he grinned, shooting another glance at Ron, who was now starting to twitch as he jerked himself wildly.

Then he grabbed Hermione's hips and leaned in, pushing between her thighs for a moment, pulling out enough for his thick head to slide up her delicious canal, then pushed in as it hit the right angle.

He and Hermione groaned as one, but this time, Harry was in no mood to let Hermione set the pace. Instead, he leaned half-forward, reaching around to grab one of the girl's swinging breasts- he chose the one away from Ron so he could watch them swing- and her hips with the other, and started pounding.

Each thrust made both of her arse cheeks bounce, and Ron groaned from the chair as he watched her entire body shake on each down-stroke.

He continued for several minutes, not letting up the pace or force while Hermione cried out, "Harreeeey!" through another powerful orgasm that lasted at least twenty full seconds.

He was going to just keep going until he was finished, but Lilith's voice intruded on his mind again, You're a good lover already, Master, but your friend's about to blow. If you want a show, flip her over to face up. You'll find it worth it, I think.

Reluctantly, he slowed to give a couple of gentle pushes, then pulled out completely and, using only his strength, flipped Hermione onto her back with a gasp. He then pulled her legs up onto his shoulders, left then right, and slid his hips forward to begin thrusting again, with the same vigor as before, making Hermione's breasts jiggle and shake with every thrust.

The change in angle also made Hermione begin to keen again, despite the distraction, while Harry felt her clench, hard, around him as he continued thrusting.

Ron grunted, then jerked himself upright, taking three staggering steps toward the bed.

With his fist still pumping on his erection, Ron aimed downward and, hips convulsing along with his dick, shot five, six, seven thick wads of cream onto Hermione, which landed on her stomach, each breast, her left cheek, nose, and throat.

Lilith was right, Harry thought as his own climax rocketed closer, it was worth the show.

Seeing Hermione not just gasping from one orgasm after another as she squirmed around his cock was great. Seeing her doing all that while covered in Ron's jizz was far better.

He grunted and gave one last, hard thrust as far in as he could go, emptying himself without pulling out one whit, pulsing and flexing his own semen deep into Hermione's core.

Only as he slowly eased himself out did he realize Hermione was quite unconscious.

He, too, felt more than a little dizzy, and Ron and fallen back into the chair where he panted, red-faced.

Lilith, still in her 'adult form' and clothed, stepped to the middle of the room and looked around at the three humans, ending with Hermione, "I think I'll leave yours where it is, Master- Hermione earned it. Ron... you might want to watch this."

Light brown eyes raised slightly, then with great force as Lilith scooped up the semen he'd deposited on Hermione's cheek with her pointer finger and brought it to her lips, licking it off with relish.

Then she leaned down, one hand behind her back and the other on the bed for balance, and started licking at the rest. For those on Hermione's breasts, which she had saved for last, the Succubus looked directly at Ron while she positioned her mouth over each and inhaled the last few gobs, before smacking her lips with relish and showing him the white, sticky residue.

By the time she was finished, both boys were rock-hard again.

"I- I don't know if I can do another," Ron gasped, glancing with envy at Harry, who showed only the basest signs of tiredness, despite it being something like midnight.

"Stamina runes," Lilith explained to Harry's questioning look, "I need to upgrade yours, soon- I probably can while you sleep tonight, with what I'll gather. Ron, if Master agrees, I can give the same to you. What he has now, anyway. It can't be full strength since I'm not Contracted to you."

"St- Stamina Runes?" Hermione weakly murmured.

"Indeed," Lilith said, sitting next to the girl's head and lightly stroking her hair, crossing the skirt-clad legs casually, "It's one of the reasons Master lasts so long despite his relative inexperience and age, and why he recovers so quickly. I did the base one the first night to improve him for myself, of course, but also others. I already knew he wouldn't be happy with just me."

Harry grimaced. "That makes me sound selfish."

"You have a fuckin' right to be, mate," Ron grumbled, though Harry was happy he could tell any frustration wasn't directed at him, "this world's dealt you a shit hand. If you have a Succubus who wants to get you shagged rotten to make up for it, take it. I'm not sayin' it's right for everyone, but as long as you don't go abusing it- and it's you, so I don't think you would- then why the hell not?"

"I can't believe I'm going to say this," Hermione said, "But I mostly agree with Ron. Just- just be careful you aren't- well, catching things."

"On that score," Lilith said softly, "I can help. In fact, for all three of you, if you're willing, Hermione. I'll need your own squirt- climax fluid- for your runes, Hermione, but I can protect all three of you from whatever can affect humans- magical or not- disease-wise. You'll literally be immune to any kind of disease."

"Er- I-" Hermione said softly, "I- I mean, I- I did enjoy- earlier, but..."

"But you aren't sure if you want a girl- even a non-human- making you orgasm?" Lilith asked quietly.

Slowly, Hermione nodded.

"Not to worry," Lilith shrugged, clearly not offended, "You don't have to. As long as you aren't shagging anyone but me and these two, you won't catch anything once theirs are done. And it only takes once, forever. That kind of rune doesn't fade."

"What- what kind of runes are they?" Hermione asked, slowly coming to as her brain was forced to engage.

"My kind," Lilith shrugged again, "The language of my people. I can teach you, maybe, but it's of limited use without my own power- or any Succubus, really- adding to it, much like I can't use your runes as effectively."

"Oh. Well, I'd still like to learn, if you and Harry don't mind," Hermione said, slowly levering herself upright with a wince and a hand on her abdomen. "I think one of you left me a present. I still feel- full."

Harry guiltily raised a hand. "S- Sorry, I didn't ask."

Hermione, to his surprise, shook her head, "It's not a risk, for me. I'm on the pill, and for magicals, it's more effective than even the Potion. I'm not sure why."

"The- pill?" Ron asked.

"Muggle birth control," Hermione explained, "91.7% success rate, but it's 98.9999% in magicals. Something about the Progestin, I think. It might be magical in nature. It's not really important, though. What's important is that, for the time being, I can't become pregnant. Probably. Best not to chance it too much, though."

Ron smiled, "So that's why. Alright. Well, don't worry about it too much- I liked spraying you, and doing it in your mouth, too."

Hermione rolled her eyes, looking about as if to decide if she should bother covering her nakedness now that they weren't actively copulating. In the end, though, she just sat on the bed with her legs closed between Harry and Lilith. Harry was still partially dressed in boxers, but his member, half-erect, still stood out, like Ron's, from his legs.

No one said anything for several seconds, until Ron yawned. "W- Well, unless we want to do another round now- and I wouldn't mind- we should probably get to bed. I'll sleep through History, but we have double Charms after that, and even Flitwick's become a bit of a taskmaster."

"Boys," Hermione muttered when Harry agreed.

They were still remarkably casual with each other's state of undress while they remedied that very situation, Lilith even handing a lightly-blushing Hermione her knickers when they had apparently disappeared in her and Ron's initial fervor to get started- how they had landed up in the rafters, Harry could only guess- though he had his ideas.

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Glossary:

Runes: As explained somewhat, the Runes in question are the ancient language passe down by Lilith's people. They are highly magical in nature, especially when written with sexual fluids. They are not as directed or syntax-focused as Earth-based languages such as the Elder Futhark rune set, but have deeper and broader applications in a simpler form. In a way, it is the oldest written language, as it is based in the same language first written by mankind's progenitors when they first began communicating in written form or pictograms.

With these Runes, placement and timing matter as much as the given Rune (or Runic Structure), and even the method and timing used to gather the fluids to write them with have no small effect.

There are multiple tiers of difficulty and power required in Rune application. The simple set that Harry barely remembers from Lilith's drawing on his abdomen the night she was summoned was a quick-and-dirty form that she later reinforced, before giving Ron a similar set. These are not by any means the last time time Runes will be applied in this work, and they can have a wide variety of effects, some of which are even dependent on the person receiving them.