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Chap. 17: Strengthened Bonds
Harry woke to the feeling of soft hair against his cheek, a warm, curvy body next to his, and a surprisingly calloused finger tip against his lips. He forced himself to remain still for a moment, trying to remember in whose bed he had ended up sleeping the previous night.
Doing that, though, immediately brought back the terrifying memories of the Department of Mysteries. Of watching four friends be killed by a single explosion. Of death he, too, had wrought in return.
Watching Lilith utterly annihilate a group of them herself, in some fashion bringing his 'kills' up to eight, or eleven, depending on how you counted.
Of the short discussion with Dumbledore, including the revelation given there, that it was either he or Voldemort, one must die.
Not that it was a particular shock to Harry, at that point, but to have the confirmation of it both lifted and placed a terrible weight from and to Harry's shoulders.
"Good morning," a familiar, yet still surprising voice whispered from just next to his ear. When he stayed still, trying to place it, she again whispered, "You don't have to pretend, Harry, I know you're awake. You should get up soon, Madame Pomfrey is on the ward and coming this way."
He blinked tired eyes, forcing them to focus painfully on the very relaxed, slightly mussed- in a way he'd never seen her before- face and hair of Lavender Brown from just two or three inches away. He moved to get off the bed, thankful in some inscrutable way that he was atop the sheets and still dressed, and murmured, "I'll, just, um..."
Lavender pinked slightly, though Harry could not blame her, as the situation he'd woken in, with his hand on her breasts over the sheets, had him blushing, too. She, though, only shook her head, "It's alright. I don't mind. Get to the other bed, quick. She's checking on Dean right now."
Harry swallowed, wondering why that was important, then remembered: Dean was on the opposite side of Ron and Hermione. She was just two patients away, and the early dawn light streaming in through the nearby window meant that they were probably all still asleep- he had to hurry.
Tiptoeing around the end of the bed to risk a quick glance, Harry was relieved not to see the hospital Matron in view. He moved back to the far bed and got up onto, but not into, it, trying to relax while just a few feet away from a girl he'd just been fondling without even knowing it. Someone definitely on his 'list', but whom he'd been holding back from at Lilith's recommendation.
Why had she done that, though? Lavender wasn't what he would call 'his type', if he had one, but she was very pretty, easily one of the best looking girls in the school in any year. Wouldn't that have put her earlier on the 'list'?
He was still thinking about it while trying not to do that very thing when Madame Pomfrey left the bed-pair of his best friends and came to the final one. A quick glance between the beds and at the uncomfortable, even slightly red, faces of her fifteen-year-old charges had the older witch rolling her eyes, "Really... like I didn't check on you both in the night. You've nothing to hide I haven't already seen, and after the evening you all had, I would give anyone the chance for some restful sleep. Even if the method used to gain it was... unusual. Good morning, Miss Brown, Mr. Potter."
"Good Morning, Madam Pomfrey," both said simultaneously, and just as sheepishly as the other.
The older witch only shook her head, still amused, and went on while she approached Lavender with her wand out, "Not to mention the state of all your friends. Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger, Mr. Thomas and Miss Weasley... I have to say, had I not known through the rumor mill that these couples were already formed, I'd have to warn some against forming a relationship based on traumatic events. They rarely last, and are less rarely healthy. Still, as I know 'nothing happened' last night between you two, I'll let that warning stand as it is.
"Now, Miss Brown- any lingering discomfort? Pain?"
Lavender shook her head, now bright red, and shot a glance at Harry. "Um... I'm alright. I think Harry needs to get checked out, though."
"I'll be the judge of both of those, if you please," Pomfrey said a bit firmly, "Now, lie back, relax... that's it."
She passed her wand over Lavender several times, muttering incantations Harry could not hear, then said, in a much more relaxed tone, "It seems you are correct, there's nothing off with you aside from elevated blood pressure, which isn't anything your flush doesn't explain. When it comes time for breakfast, you'll be free to go."
"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey," Lavender said with a smile, "The potions last night helped a lot."
"I know, dear, I know," the Matron said with a kind smile, "That's what they're for. Now, Mr. Potter... lay back yourself. I know you won't relax, but do try, won't you?"
As the witch scanned his body, too, it took several extra minutes for her to cast more than two dozens spells at a multitude of small cuts, scrapes, and bruises, several of which Harry hadn't noticed obtaining the previous night. In the end though, she clucked and shook her head, "You, Mr. Potter, will be lucky to be here through lunch... but I suppose there's nothing too severely wrong with you. A bit low on nutrients- but I am aware you missed dinner the previous evening, and had a most stressful night. If you will promise you will eat a hearty meal both for breakfast and luncheon, I can let you go with your friends. That means only Mr. Finch-Fletchley and Miss Abbott will be staying through lunch, though I will let them go shortly after, most likely. Do I have your word, Mr. Potter?"
"Of course, Madam Pomfrey," Harry assured her, "In fact, I'm starving. Um... I didn't see Neville- Neville Longbottom- last night."
"Mr. Longbottom is, among all of you, possibly the least injured. Even Miss Lovegood was hit by an unknown curse which caused the bottoms of her feet to erupt in boils, but Mr. Longbottom had more sense than most- or at least he kept a surprisingly strong shield charm in place for much of what I have heard was a running battle. He is, I believe, safely ensconced in your dormitory. I had but a single scratch to mend on him."
"Good," Harry exhaled, then slipped from the bed, "At least... at least some of us came out alright."
Before he could pass the older witch, though, she put out an arm to stop him, "One moment, though, Mr. Potter- Harry. I am not a mind healer myself, but I am here to talk if you feel you need someone to speak to regarding what happened. It is not your fault, but I know you have a tendency to blame yourself. You could not have known. If fault lies with anyone in the school, it is the person who turned your paper into a Portkey. That person... I shouldn't be the one to tell you this, but Minerva- Professor McGonagall- believes it was Professor Tofty, acting under the Imperius Curse. Please don't blame him. Still, if you need someone to speak to, I am here. If you don't feel comfortable with that, I am acquainted with two very skilled and discrete mind-healers I could put you in contact with."
Harry's first instinct was to tell her that he was fine, but a warning glance from Lavender, of all people, made him hesitate. After a few moments he nodded, then looked firmly into Poppy Pomfrey's eyes and said, "I didn't sleep badly last night. I'll... let you know if that changes for more than a night or two, or if I... start to have issues."
She searched his own expression for a few seconds, then nodded, "See that you do. Now, gather up your friends and get out of my wing. I've had enough of the lot of you for now."
Breakfast that morning was a subdued affair. Despite the O.W.L.s being over (N.E.W.T.s were slated to continue for another week, though most of the students would be returning home in a few days), the entire school seemed to have heard very quickly that one of their own had been taken from inside the school itself, and that many others had gone to help save him.
Harry, of course, was growing used to the stares and did his best to ignore them while walking to the Gryffindor table and eating his breakfast as quietly as possible, flanked by Ron and Hermione on each side, with Neville, Dean, Ginny, and Lavender on the opposite side, Parvati Patil sitting next to Hermione across from her own best friend, with Lee Jordan, Angelina Johnson, and Katie Bell in their own little trio next to Ron, with the Creevey brothers across from them.
The same pattern repeated on the Hufflepuff table, Ernie sitting next to Susan, though they normally didn't interact much, each swarmed by their year-mates otherwise.
On the Ravenclaw table, things were a bit different. Padma, Luna, Terry, and Michael sat alone, isolated from their peers (though at least, Harry was pleased to see, Luna was being included in the quiet conversation with the others, not being excluded as she had been for most of the year since he'd known her), a large swath of space at the table, on both sides, cleared between them and any other students, as if the brave Ravenclaws had somehow contracted a strange disease that might be contagious. Marietta, Harry was unsurprised to see, was not present, nor the younger girl Harry thought might be Anthony's little sister.
Only the Slytherin table seemed mostly unchanged, though Harry noticed Daphne and even Pansy sending him the occasional strange looks, the two sitting alone with Tracey Davis, aside from all the others, though no significant gap was left between Pansy and the Carrow twins, who, strangely, seemed in a better mood than he'd ever seen them. They were even smiling, faintly.
It was kind of creepy, he'd never seen the sixth-years smile before.
Professor Dumbledore, for once, was wearing all-black robes, along with most of the rest of the staff.
Those who had been attentive at the end of the previous year knew what that meant, though Harry was doing his best to ignore it. That is, until the Headmaster stood up at the podium and tapped his wand for silence.
"Attention, students. If I may have your attention, please. As many of you know, in recent months our school has undergone a series of, shall we say, drastic and unnecessary changes. These changes are being remedied as we speak. As you can see, I have returned as Headmaster of Hogwarts, for one thing."
There was a great deal of cheering from most of the students, and even a few Slytherins gave a polite clap.
"Of course," he spoke after a few seconds, continuing even over the clapping until it quieted, "There have been worse events occuring in our school more recently. I speak, if any of you do not know, of the crimes committed in this very hall last afternoon, and the subsequent loss of four of our own.
"Harry Potter was kidnapped through no fault of his own, by means of a Portkey. That method of transportation will no longer work in this school, so if any of you know anything about how the charm might have been applied to Mr. Potter's paper, I would urge you to come forward with that information, or at the least, inform whoever instructed you in doing so that it will not work again."
Several dozen sets of eyes moved to Harry, but he was immediately grateful for the wall of his friends who shielded him from it without thinking, while he kept his attention on Dumbledore.
"As a result, a student organization rose to the occasion, both alerting the staff here in a most timely fashion when they received a communication from Mr. Potter as to his location, and to further inform the Auror Department. Aurors entered the Ministry just ten minutes after Mr. Potter's friends in that group embarked on a most- forgive me- Gryffindor-ish plan to rescue him themselves, as they were already mustered and raring to go.
"During the ensuing battle, Mr. Potter was, indeed, rescued, and he, too, fought bravely to protect his friends. Unfortunately... their foes were not known for mercy towards anyone, not even schoolchildren. Four of our own were killed last night. Do not blame Mr. Potter for their deaths, he was not responsible. He did not ask to be taken, nor did he ask for them to come rescue him. It is my belief that he merely wanted them to relay his location to the staff, so that he could be rescued by those appropriately trained in doing so. Those friends of his, gallant souls regardless of house, sacrificed themselves doing what I would hope any of us would have the heart to do: helping a friend. So I raise my glass to them all. Cho Chang, Alicia Spinnet, Zacharias Smith, and Anthony Goldstein. Your bravery, courage, wit, and perseverance do honor to you, to your memory, to your family, your House, and your friends. I pray that we, too, may live to honor you in return."
The toast was echoed by nearly all the school, and Harry was surprised to see more than twenty Slytherins echo it, at least for some of the students as he said their names.
It appeared that those four had friends in other houses besides in the D.A.
After Dumbledore sat down, the hall was quiet for several minutes, until the great parliament of owls bringing in the morning mail arrived.
To no one's surprise after that announcement, the Daily Prophet had a large, front-page article. Or, more accurately, a headline twelve inches tall, a small portrait, and two lines of an article, with more appearing on the next pages.
Potter Kidnapped by Death Eaters! Hogwarts unsafe! Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries! He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named Appears in Ministry Atrium! Aurors at a loss!
It went on for a few more lines, but Harry stopped reading the headline, looking only at the picture, which showed the shadow of Voldemort's soul ripping around the ceiling of the Atrium, avoiding the jets of many-hued light shot by Moody and Dumbledore, before whizzing away up the elevator shaft outside.
Slowly, he reached for Hermione's copy, she was only staring at it unbelievingly anyway, then opened it after reading the first two lines.
At about four in the afternoon yesterday, Harry James Potter was kidnapped by means of a Portkey from inside Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was taken, it appears, to the rumored Hall of Prophecy deep inside the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries. There, he...
Harry dropped the paper. It would, it seemed, be a retelling of the events in some detail, something he did not want to read. Too, it would likely mention the deaths of his friends, and probably even the Death Eaters.
Hermione picked it up after a few seconds, the others already reading their own copies. "Tell me if there's anything I need to know, won't you?" he murmured. She nodded, then watched as he stood. "I'm going for a walk. No, Ron, it's alright- I just want to be alone for an hour or so. I'll come back, I promise. If I'm not here for lunch, panic."
"Alright, mate," Ron eventually said, sitting back from his half-raised position. "If you want company, you know where to find us. Got the map and cloak?"
"No," Harry said, "I didn't want to bring them to the exam. I'll get them before I go anywhere. No... in fact, I'll leave my cloak. I don't mind if people see me, I just don't want to be bothered much."
"Alright. Take care of yourself, yeah? Maybe watch out for any more exam papers."
"Har, har, Ronald," Hermione said with a scowl, though all of them could tell she was only half serious, "I'll never hear the end of this, will I? Twenty years down the road, you'll still be making jokes about how dangerous tests are."
Parvati leaned in at once, smiling sweetly at her roommate, "Something you need to tell us, Hermione? Planning on being with Ron twenty years down the road, are we?"
Hermione blushed deeply, and the ensuing laughter was the perfect distraction for Harry to slip away.
Harry wandered the castle quietly for more than an hour, occasionally speaking to an acquaintance briefly as they passed in the halls- classes were officially over, with the Hogwarts Express coming in a few days, after the seventh-year examinations were over, to pick up the students- but by and large keeping to himself.
Eventually, he had the courage to ask something that had been bothering him since the previous night in Dumbledore's office. Lilith... are you mad at me?
The response took several seconds coming, which made Harry wonder if she was, though when it came, he wasn't so sure. No, Master, I'm not annoyed... I'm hurt. Nothing bad, it's just that wound from last night. I'll... be fine in a day or two. I could use a recharge, though, if you're... up for it.
He paused mid-step, then started again a moment later. I'm always up for it. Where can I find you? I'll come to you.
In your dormitory, of course. Your friend Seamus is here, but I think he's heading down to breakfast.
Harry passed Seamus on the way up, the Irish boy giving Harry a quick nod, "Glad you're alright, Harry," then headed on his way.
He was surprised, on entering, to find Lilith not on his bed, but in the shower room, and still in her battle-form from the previous night. She was standing under the spray, still adjusting the temperature, and other than the bone coverings over her elbows and heels, utterly nude.
Watching as her larger wings beat idly, fanning the growing steam, and her lithe, tall form flexed and moved beneath the spray as she rinsed herself off had Harry already starting to strain in his trousers.
He quickly chucked his clothes in the dry area, not bothering to do more than set them on the shelf, then stepped into the shower area itself. There, he hissed in worry- being in front of his Succubus instead of on her right side let him see the hole, burned, blackened, and oozing a yellow-green fluid similar to pus, a few inches to the right and half up or so from her navel, which he already knew to be sensitive, but not to have the same purpose- Succubi were not born as such, and did not have umbilical cords in the same way.
"Hello, Master," Lilith said seductively, looking down at him from a few inches over his height. "Is it that ugly looking?"
"I won't lie," Harry said, focusing on the wound itself, "it's not pretty... but I'm surprised I haven't seen you like... this, before. Well, there was the other night, but..."
She took his hand-waving accurately, giving a little shrug, "It's closer to my natural appearance. We're humanoid where we come from, but actually a bit more covered. We don't just walk around nude all the time- only most of it."
"It's sexy," Harry admitted, taking a step back to look over her again. Her normal form, for him, was small and petite, almost child-like but with defined feminine characteristics, whereas Ron preferred a more mature, low-twenties or maybe late-teens figure with plentiful curves.
How Lilith appeared now, though, reminded Harry of a few pictures he'd seen of Amazon women in a few books- tall, lean, muscular, but still exuding an almost undefinable air of sexuality and power.
"Looks like you're ready to help me, Master," she cooed, lifting one hand to beckon him closer.
Harry obeyed, finding it strange to reach up onto the tips of his toes to kiss his companion, but enjoying how her large breasts pressed against his collarbones and neck, even while her longer, nearly six-foot tail slipped up the inside of his thigh and around his left leg, while her arms moved down to cup his arse. "How can I help?" he asked, concern evident in his voice when he pulled away, "I don't want to hurt you... can you change to a middle form?"
She sook her head, "Not without making it worse. Shifting with an injury leaves the injury the same size, so it would be larger on a smaller body. I... hope you don't mind helping me like this."
"Of course I don't," he replied, "I just don't know how."
"Semen, of course," Lilith said with a wink, "I thought you'd have figured that out. On the wound itself, strange as that sounds, is most helpful... but I can spread it around if that makes you uncomfortable. It's just a little less effective."
Harry paused. "Um... wanking to an injury is a little weird. Okay, a lot weird."
"I'm not asking you to," Lilith giggled, leaning down for another kiss, one that made his toes curl against the tile. "I'm asking you," she purred, "To fuck me, or something, just... ejaculate on my stomach. That's close enough, I can do the rest."
"Oh," Harry said quietly, flushing, "I- I can do that."
Only, it turned out, that was easier said than done in the shower. Lilith was too tall for him to enter her properly and even with her extra knee, bending far enough down was uncomfortable with her injury, so only his tip could fit inside without standing on his toes.
After several false starts, they reached a compromise. Her hands rested on the low wall, body bent nearly at ninety degrees, while her feet were five feet apart, giving her just the right height for Harry to slip in from behind.
He did with a groan, and a sigh of pleasure from Lilith, then started stroking in and out while running his hands up and down her sides and back, even playing with and stroking her silky black tail, which he quickly found made the Succubus shudder. "Is your tail an erogenous zone, Lilith?" he asked quietly, already knowing the answer.
Her pink hair, wet and hanging down around her head from the shower, waved as she nodded, "A strong one, Master."
He pulled it up to his mouth, then started licking even while continuing to pump in and out of her. Lilith gasped, moaning.
Harry continued, then eventually released it, allowing her to curl the appendage around his arm, and him to lean forward over her now bountiful, curved arse, reaching up as far as he could to cup her swinging, pendulous breasts and maul them gently. "Getting close," he murmured after a few more minutes.
"Alright, Master," Lilith gasped, then forced herself upright. He fell out, but she quickly turned and fell to her knees, leaning down to take him in her mouth, where she began sucking for all she was worth.
Harry grunted as her tongue, always skilled, flew across his frenulum for a few seconds, thick pink lips locked around his base, then pushed her head gently away. "I- It's time."
She leaned back, then, spreading her knees to allow him to step between them.
Fighting to ignore the wound, Harry thrust between Lilith's breasts a few times, then pulled back and angled himself down, spraying thick white semen all over, pulse after pulse, covering both breasts and painting no fewer than seven strips on her chest, while Lilith shuddered lightly before him.
All in all, he concluded, not the most satisfying orgasm... but fun all the same. Watching the battle-form of his companion smile in release and pleasure as she gathered his jizz with her hands and scooped it into the wound was less so...
But watching the wound quickly close afterward and the seeping stop, until only the faintest of scars remained was a much better feeling.
Then, after a minute of standing there, water still spraying behind them, Lilith shifted back to her small form. "I... think I need to rest, Master. That fight did take a lot out of me. Is that alright?"
"Of course, Lilith," Harry said, pulling her upright and bringing her in for a gentle hug, taken by the almost child-like form for a moment. "Whatever you need. I'll be around if you need me, okay?"
The rest of the day was spent in mostly-quiet conversation with his friends, each of the D.A., whether they had participated in the battle or not, approaching Harry to speak to him privately. The next two days, too, passed in much the same fashion. In the Gryffindor Common Room, he would meet with Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Dean, Lavender, Parvati, Ginny, before heading down the stairs to the Great Hall for breakfast. On the way, they would be met by other surviving members of the D.A., even the remaining Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.
They would not precisely circle Harry as they went, but be around or behind him as a support and barrier to hold off some of the glares he had begun to receive. And there were glares- several of them. Mostly from Slytherins Harry already had a problem with, but not only by any means.
He knew why, though he hadn't discussed it with anyone but Lilith and Dumbledore.
They were relatives of the twelve lives either he or Lilith had taken that night. They had reasons to glare. Even a month ago, Harry might have been blaming himself, too.
But speaking to his friends, to Madam Pomfrey, seeing them fight to save him and themselves from a situation he had, this time, not walked into himself, had solidified something inside Harry.
A realization, at least, and maybe a full and growing understanding that it was truly not his fault.
It had been said by his friends for years, but now he was starting to believe it.
From growing up without parents, to being placed at his Aunt's house, and all of the emotional and mental damage, not to mention the physical pain and injury that that had brought, it all- every bit of it- ultimately stemmed from Voldemort.
Prophecy or not, Voldemort had done the deed. Made the plans, cast the spells.
But did the others feel the same?
It was Voldemort who had kidnapped Harry.
His friends had been asked by their peers- not the responsible adults he'd hoped for, though they, too, had done what they could- to help. Most had jumped at the chance, or so Ron continually insisted.
Which was why, in an impromptu final meeting of the remaining D.A. called at Lilith's suggestion, Harry found himself standing in a Room of Requirement that seemed packed full of young witches and wizards, yet felt astoundingly empty as he stood atop a desk to be seen and heard. Only Marietta Edgecombe, of the surviving members, was not present. There were more than two hundred students in the room, however, from every House. Even Slytherin was represented by a small knot of students in the back. Compared to the D.A.'s original membership, it was astonishing.
The newer attendees, Harry suspected, were here for much the same reason as they had shown up in the Hog's Head months ago. They wanted to get the story from him, personally.
This time, though, Harry felt obliged to give at least part of it to them.
Ron and Ginny stood to his left, each atop chairs, while Hermione and an invisible Lilith were on his right.
Those who had fought at the Ministry were at the front, Luna and Lavender at the center of the loose half-circle.
He could see an impressive amount of the Gryffindor's cleavage and chest, but Harry pushed his mind back on track, focusing instead on the seriousness of the moment, though he clearly heard Lilith giggling in his mind at his reaction.
'So," the young wizard began, swallowed, and started again, "So, now you know. You've seen, first-hand some of you, what it's like. To fight for your life. To be under threat of death, knowing that one little mistake could be your last. That each breath is a gift. That even if you do everything right, fight as hard as you can, harder even, the other guy, or the other side, may just be faster. Or stronger. Or know more, or have greater numbers, or even just be straight-out meaner than you, and you could die anyway."
Harry paused again, both to catch his breath and let that knowledge sink in. "Those who were not at the Ministry, but are here tonight? Your lives have also been changed. We lost friends, all of us. Some of us-" Harry looked toward the girl he thought might have been Anthony Goldstein's younger sister in particular, "Have lost family. Now, you know what it means to fight. There are no heroes. No one can, or will, save you. You must save yourselves, and you may not succeed."
"We came to save you," Parvati called into the silence that followed his words.
Harry looked down into the glistening eyes of each and every member of the original D.A., regretting that he hadn't expressed to them personally and individually how he felt, what their actions had meant to him. He took another breath and let it out slowly. "You're right. You did, and I am more grateful than I can say. I'm also terrified that it might happen again. That more friends, people I care about, will get hurt, or killed. But thank you. I am here because you care. Still...
"Ask yourself this. Do you feel like a hero? You don't need to answer out loud. Yes, what some of you did- and I think most of you would do- was heroic. But in the moment, were you a hero? A heroine? Or did you make one reckless, stupid decision and then just desperately tried to stay alive? Even if that decision was to help someone else? I'm not saying it's not incredibly brave. But do you feel like a hero?"
Again, Harry fell quiet as he saw doubt spread.
"That," he said quietly, "is lesson number two. I don't want to minimize the sacrifice you and our friends, our family, made. I just want you to know the cost of standing up. Of fighting. But... there's a third lesson.
"Cho Chang, Anthony Goldstein, Alicia Spinnet, and Zacharias Smith answered the call. They fought. They did some good, too. I don't know if it was worth it. I don't think I'm more valuable than even one of them, much less all four. Or any of you. But they weren't fighting just for me. They were fighting for a world they believed in- they were fighting for you. And that is worth it. If it was you, I would fight. Some of you, I have risked my life for."
Ginny blushed, but didn't say anything, nor did Harry look particularly at her, though in his mind he knew exactly who he was talking about.
"What it's like. What it costs. Why it's worth it. If you know the first two, and understand and agree with the third, then all you need to know is this: pay attention. As both the real and impostor Alastor Moody would say," and the entire group, Slytherins included, roared with him, "Constant Vigilance!"
Harry let them settle, resuming more quietly, "So it turns out- I learned this only since the Ministry- I have this... I suppose you could call it a connection, with Old Voldy."
Several of the people in the room gasped, looking up at thim with increasingly horrified expressions as Harry explained, tapping his scar, "According to Professor Dumbledore, somehow he's been sending me thoughts, images, maybe memories. He's been trying to get me to leave the school for months. Anyway, another innocent person many of you know was put under the Imperius Curse and forced to make a Portkey of my History exam. Two spells, and all the security around the school was circumvented. That's why you need to stay alert and stay vigilant. He- Professor Tofty, by the way- was tortured and killed that night. We should remember him, too."
This time, Harry waited, breathing quietly in silence, for more than a minute while the faces of Professor Tofty, Cho, Zacharias, Alicia, and Anthony played through his mind. Not as they had died, but as he had known them in life, vibrant and breathing and whole, each one of them. Happy.
"I have one more thing to tell you. It might be painful for some of you to hear." Harry glanced, while looking over the crowd, at the knot of Slytherins in the back. "Twelve Death Eaters died that night. I killed them, with the help of a friend of mine. A friend you don't see standing up here, so don't pester this lot for information about who it is. They were the ones who killed our friends, and I don't regret it. I'm sorry if doing so hurt you or your families. But I watched these men and women cast the spells that murdered children, or would have if they'd connected. I won't regret casting the spells that stopped them from killing the rest of us. And that's all I have to say.
"So, for the final meeting of the D.A. this term- maybe the final meeting ever- I want you to seek out those whose opinions you value. Talk to each other. Decide for yourselves if it's worth it to fight. Decide if you are okay with your friends and family putting their lives on the line for you. Know that they might do it anyway.
"I don't know if the D.A. will keep going next year. I don't think we'll need it, somehow. But I'm open for input. Thank you." Then Harry stepped down from the desk, where he was immediately swarmed by students. This time, though, when Ron asked in a hiss if he wanted help escaping, he shook his head no.
Two hours later, the group of Slytherins, eight of them, approached Harry through the last remaining students in the now cavernous-seeming Room of Requirement.
He knew most of the group by sight if not by name, and two of them, perhaps the most surprising of the two, he knew more intimately. Harry had to hold up a hand, once again, to stall Ron's and Ginny's overly-cautious approach, but each backed away quickly, clearly keeping an ear and eye open.
None of the Slytherins had what he would have called a normal expression when looking at him. Instead of disdain or outright hostility, each was carefully neutral, even guarded.
They stopped in a straight, close line a few feet away, and Daphne Greengrass, who shared the center with Pansy, gave a little nod that might, in some circles, be called the smallest of respectful bows.
"Mr. Potter. As you know, I am Daphne Ophelia Greengrass. You are also familiar, I believe, with Pansy Indellise Parkinson, Millicent Thera Bulstrode, and Tracey Ann Davis, from our year."
Harry, in turn, nodded to each girl, doing his best to keep a blush from rising as memories of recent activities with both rushed through his mind. Then she moved to a pair of twin girls nearly as tall as he was. Two more he'd dreamt of. "Flora and Hestia Carrow are finishing their sixth year. Finally, Corvus Montague, a fourth-year, and Cassius Warrington, also a sixth-year."
Harry nodded at the rest, too. He'd never interacted with most of them, aside from Warrington on the Quidditch Pitch, but he at least knew each face. He didn't say anything, though, leading Pansy to give Daphne a slight nudge. The blonde immediately started speaking again, as if the entire conversation so far had been scripted, somehow, only he wasn't following his part, forcing the others to improvise.
But Daphne's speech was still smooth, almost rehearsed, "We, the eight of us, have decided among ourselves to support you and those aligned with you against the threat of the Dark Lord."
In an instant that seemed, in some unfathomable way, to stretch for several minutes all activity in the Room ceased, proving to Harry that his friends were, indeed, listening closely.
"Understand," Pansy said in the pregnant silence, "We will suffer for this. Some of us will be disowned, or harmed. Possibly even killed. But we believe that, in this case, the possible rewards are worth the risks. Those of us able have emptied our Trust Accounts at Gringotts Bank, and pooled them into an account meant to support any of us whose families will object to this course of action."
Pansy didn't say it, but he still firmly heard the implication that 'any' was probably 'all'.
Millicent, voice surprisingly soft and measured despite her sheer bulk, picked up the track, "My family is least likely among us to react poorly, as we have sacrificed much to the Dark Lord's cause with little in return. I believe I will be able to keep the home set aside for me when I reach my majority, so the group of us, while crowded, will at least have a place to stay."
Harry nodded, and Daphne picked up the conversation again, "In return for pledging our services and information to your cause, we request all the protections that you and yours, and Dumbledore and his Order can provide. We do not pledge to fight alongside you, as that would likely pitch us into battle facing our own families."
Harry swallowed, heart thumping in his chest. Perhaps it was the formal speech, or maybe the atmosphere alone, but he was suddenly quite aware of exactly what he was being offered. Not to Dumbledore (alone, at least), but to him, first. The gravity of the Slytherin's offer made him quake inside.
The children of politically and economically powerful Houses, Houses that were all-but publically sworn to see him and his destroyed, breaking ranks to side with him, just as publically.
With Dumbledore, and the Order of the Phoenix, true, but that only because Harry, himself, was allied with them. "Lilith?"
Her response was immediate, but subdued, "I have no advice, Master. Either accepting or not is fraught with peril. I can tell you that only one of their hearts- one of the males- is clouded on this matter, and the rest are entirely sincere."
Harry nodded once more, more to the Succubus than those arrayed before him, and said as formally as possible, "I accept. We'll have to set up a time, soon but over the summer, to exchange information and discuss how best to help each other. I'll try and speak to Professor Dumbledore before we leave the school tomorrow."
The three Slytherin girls that seemed to be in charge, Pansy, Daphne and Millicent, exchanged looks. Millicent then reached into her pockets and withdrew a neatly-folded scrap of parchment. "My home's call-only Floo. I will be there by Monday afternoon of next week. If I am not, we will have to find other means of contact, and possibly assume we have been compromised."
Daphne nodded, too, "I believe I can reach you if needed, Mr. Potter. At your- relative's address?"
Harry's eyebrows rose, paranoia about this being a trap rising, but he said, "That's likely where I'll be, at least until the middle of July."
"Very well," the blonde girl said, eyes flickering up and down his body twice as she spoke, "Then I believe we will take our leave. Good Eventide, Mr. Potter."
As the group collectively gave nods or small bows and turned away, Harry had to wonder. What, if anything, did this turn of events have to do with his bargain with Daphne, or the more recent encounters with her? Somehow, he doubted the events would have been remotely possible without, in some way, Lilith having entered his life.
While the young wizard's thoughts simmered, most of the rest of the D.A. left, until only Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and of course Lilith, remained.
His two oldest friends were talking quietly in a shadowed corner, and Ginny was wiping down the surface of the desk he'd stood on a few feet to Harry's right.
Lilith, while Harry felt her nearby, was harder to pinpoint.
Then Harry jumped, broken from his roiling thoughts, by a soft, warm hand on his elbow. "I never thanked you, did I?" Ginny asked, voice low and a little husky.
Harry blinked, bewildered as his mind tried to shift gears. "Er, for... for what?"
The slight red-head stepped around to his front, looking up at him with soft, wet eyes. Harry was uncomfortably aware of her proximity, almost touching him, but not quite. "For the Chamber, my first year. The Basilisk. Tom. I... you came to save me. Your best friend's super-annoying, pesky little sister."
Harry glanced at Ron and Hermione to find both of them hand-in-hand, watching him with amused expressions. "I don't think you're annoying."
Ginny' smouth twisted into a little grin as her eyes rolled. "Not now, when I've finally sprouted a bit. Then, with that ill-advised Valentine, for example."
Unable to help himself, Harry shuddered, but said, "I thought it was- kind of cute, really. Really embarrassing, but I was twelve."
Ginny nodded, voice quieting again, "I just- wanted to thank you. I... Can I be honest, Harry?"
He nodded. "Of course."
Ginny too sent a glance over her shoulder. "Let's take a walk?"
"Sure."
After bidding his friends good night, Harry and Ginny made their way out into the relatively balmy evening grounds. There were still a few couples here and there, taking advantage of the mild spring weather and last few minutes of light, which was fading rapidly.
Once they were sufficiently far away from others, Lilith's subdued presence was a fair ways back as well, the younger girl slipped her small, strong hand into his. "It was Hermione, you know. She gave me the advice I needed. To open up, be myself. But it's kind of too late, isn't it?"
"What do you mean?"
Ginny's reply made Harry stumble and nearly fall with its blunt delivery, "I wanted to be your first, but you've been with Hermione already."
When Harry was safely upright, if red-faced, he could only mouth wordlessly, wondering when the hexing would start.
Ginny, though, surprised him again by shrugging and pulling him on. "It's alright. I understand, Hermione's amazing, and any bloke would be lucky. I'm not upset. I was for a few days, but I'm not now. I just decided to thank you, and that I was fine if you were my first."
He did not stumble this time, but came to a full, abrupt stop as Ginny took a few more steps. "Er, Harry? I- is... is it that scary a thing?"
It took him a few seconds to respond, and when he did, Harry was astonished at how difficult, yet how very easy at the same time, it was to tell her. "Well, you see... Hermione wasn't. My first, I mean."
One flame-red eyebrow rose, the girl lit from behind by the darkening purples and faint oranges of twilight.
Frankly, he'd never felt Ginny to be more beautiful, which made what he had to tell her even harder. But she had to know, she deserved to know. Really, they all did. At least, those... those who were more than just a shag for fun. And Hermione already knew, so...
One of Harry's heels twisted in the moist grass, "You- you see, a month- more now, I guess- anyway, a little more than a month ago, I found this book. A ritual, to summon aid from another world. And... and I was feeling really alone, and randy I guess, and I... did it. Her name is Lilith, and she's a Succubus. Uh, she wasn't my first, either."
In the fulminating darkness, Ginny's pale skin lightened further as he spoke, but she said nothing, the other students slowly making their way in twos back to the warm, lit castle.
"There's some law they have, or something. They can't be with- with virgins. And I was, then. So... she used some of her powers on someone else. And she was my first. Then Lilith and..."
"You're a slag," Ginny whispered.
Then, just as he started to truly fear Ginny would slap him, scream, and reveal the whole thing to the world at large, to reveal him for the fraud and cheat and rapist he was, she clutched her stomach and started laughing uproariously, even doubling over.
Harry, feeling shocked and offended, protested, "Hey, it's true!"
Ginny, though, only laughed harder.
He was about to complain again when the girl suddenly leapt, still laughing, into his arms and kissed him deeply.
On instinct alone, Harry grabbed the fourth-year, lest she fall, while she laughed. Only after she had started to calm did Harry realize he was holding Ron' sister- his best friend's sister- against his body by the arse, and she was still kissing him, interspersed with decreasing giggles.
Eventually, crimson-faced, Ginny dropped her legs to the ground, turned away and took up his hand again as she resumed following one of the many well-worn paths, one that Harry knew would eventually take the pair around the lake.
It was in that moment that he decided, I'll never understand girls.
They were nearing the shore several minutes later when Ginny broke what, to Harry, was an increasingly comfortable, if strange, silence, though he still wondered when she would explode in the famous Weasley Temper.
Instead, Ginny said, "Somehow, I think a part of me knew that if I wanted to be with you, that I'd have to share you. With the 'public', if nothing else. Your fame, your celebrity- and you don't need to tell me you hate both, I know- but you're- you've always been, well, larger than little old me. I just... I don't think I expected it in quite this way. But- and maybe this is strange, but I don't really... care? Is that the right word? Mind, maybe? It's almost like something deep inside me is telling me that, to get what I want, this is just the way it has to be. Like you were saying earlier, 'this is the cost'? Does that make any sense at all?"
"I... don't know," Harry confessed after a few minutes, "It sounds strange, but it also makes sense, I suppose. Only... this is my life, Ginny, until me or Voldemort is gone. Lilith is here to stay, and I think things will continue sort of as they have. I... I don't want to sound too forward, but you are one of the girl's I've, er..."
"Fantasized about?"
"Y- Yeah. Erm..."
"Have you wanked, thinking about me?"
Harry coughed, grateful that only the half-moon showed his doubtlessly bright blush, then nodded, looking sheepishly at his feet.
"Brilliant," Ginny said, happiness evident in her voice. Along with... was that... pride?
"Sorry," Harry eventually muttered.
Ginny only replied, "Don't be. Tell me about them. The girls you've been with, all of them."
He stumbled again, leading her to grab his arm and giggle as she stopped him from falling again. "What? S- Seriously?"
"No," she answered at once, "Sirius is your godfather, remember? I'm asking about you."
"Har, Har. But... Really? You won't... send Howlers, or Bat-Bogeys, or anything? Or do anything to me?"
"'Course not," Ginny chuckled, "I just want to know what kind of girls you fancy, if I'm in that group, too. See what company I keep. Call it personal vanity."
More surprised that the witch seemed sincere than anything else, Harry said, "Well... I summoned Lilith. We talked, then she guided me to someone else- we both insisted it was someone who, uh, wouldn't mind the... the influence, I guess, or the experience. It was... Daphne Greengrass."
Ginny let out a low whistle, "She's gorgeous. She was your first, then?"
Harry nodded, "And, uh... during that, Lilith also joined in a bit with her m-mouth. Then, back in the room she was summoned in, we finalized the Contract. That was... two or three times. I forget, it was kind of... a blur. Umm... a girl in a broom-closet, I don't know who, and Lilith won't say. M- Mouth again, just that. Lilith set that one up 'to get me more experience'. Um... Cho Chang. Marietta Edgecombe. P- Pansy Parkinson."
"That cow? I can't believe she had the stones to talk to you in the D.A. much less... also, ew?"
Harry snorted, grinning, "No, she... she has a public face, and a private one, I think. And I... it was good, but with her, Gin, it was mostly about punishing her, and Malfoy, at least at first. She didn't even know it was me, until the end. But I gave her some things to think about, and she did. Oh, Daphne and I have an agreement, too. I'm- I'm to father her an heir if I survive this, and she doesn't... have another."
Ginny continued saying nothing as they kept walking, her face inscrutable. Harry wasn't sure why he was being so open with Ginny, when up until just a few days ago she'd always seemed like such a fan-girl more than anyone who genuinely liked him for himself, but he wasn't lying about the dreams, either, or anything else. He just didn't need to mention how many girls he'd fantasized about at Hogwarts. Not yet, anyway.
"A- Anyway, um... when I met with Pansy again, we talked. A lot. She's- she and Daphne, really- are products of their environment. But both of them also really and sincerely- Lilith can tell things like that- want to break free from where they've come from. Change. Be... better, I guess. And I think they deserve a chance."
"Okay," Ginny agreed at once.
"And... wait, that's it? You're fine with them just after that?"
"No, not really," the girl responded after a moment, "but I trust you, and if you trust them, I'll give them a chance."
"Er... right. Um... and... then, Hermione. Her and Ron, too, I think... I don't know if I was first or- no, I was. Then him, the next day or two. She's..."
"In love with you both?"
He nodded.
"She's said," Ginny whispered, "When she told me you'd... been with her. She was so worried I'd hate her, but I couldn't. I was angry, but I just couldn't hate my best friend, you know? Like you hating Ron."
"Y- Yeah, I suppose. And... Ron's been with Lilith, too, now. And Cho, and Marietta."
"Slag," Ginny chuckled again, but that was all she said.
"Er... You don't need to tell your Mum any of this, yeah?"
"I'm not an idiot, Harry," Ginny reminded him, "And my loyalty is to my family- and you're family. Maybe more. About Ron... well, let's just see how much he annoys me in the next few years, shall we?"
Harry grinned. "Right, sounds fair."
"Anyway, I won't tell her about you, because unlike my overprotective brothers, I think who they shag is their business. Is it weird for you, though, to... to share Hermione, and your Succubus?"
Harry shrugged, "Not really. It's... I thought it would be, you know? But it's not. No, it's... strangely sexy, I think. Maybe I'm the strange one."
Ginny smiled. "Who's next?"
Harry had to think for a moment, and when he responded, his voice was dark. "I asked a friend- who was Ron's first, before, to get him some experience, also arranged by Lilith- to help out another mutual friend with some experience to help him with his own love interest."
"Neville- He's a lot more confident, and not just in the D.A."
Harry didn't confirm the accurate guess, not that Ginny seemed to need it, only continuing, "Anyway, she did help him. And I spent some time with her, later. We were friends. It- it was Alicia."
Ginny gasped, her hand tightening in his. "Oh, Harry... I'm so sorry."
Harry, though, shook his head. "Friends... lovers, once, but I didn't... love her that way. Friends and teammates, with one brief interlude of... benefits."
When he trailed off, Ginny asked, "Anyone else?"
"No... most of them more than once. Lilith and Hermione the most, so far, in that order. But that's everyone."
They were nearly to Harry's favorite spot on the path, and he was not terribly surprised when the girl stepped off of the path itself into the grass-covered glen which circled a large, mostly-flat stone that stood as high as he was and several times his length on a side, leaving a grassy clearing more than twenty feet to any tree, and twelve to the water's edge.
Ginny stepped close as they neared the stone, this time close enough he could feel the points of her firm chest pressing into his. "I've told you what I'm offering, Harry. Can I thank you? Tonight? Here?"
He swallowed, hands moving around her slim waist. He glanced around, confirming once more that no one was lurking nearby before answering, "Even after all that, you still...? Knowing... there will still be others after? And I will probably continue with some of the ones I've already been with, too?"
Ginny was quiet for several minutes as her chocolate eyes, dark in the slight moonlight, shimmered up at him. "Do you think, after- that Lilith would want me, too?"
Harry swallowed. "Well?"
There was a snort of laughter, and Lilith appeared, translucent, visible only to Harry, in a form much like Ginny's own body, standing next to the girl. She leaned into the human's ear and whispered, just loud enough for Harry to hear, "If I have Master's permission, I would happily bring you to the greatest heights of pleasure, lover-girl."
Harry knew just how powerful an effect Lilith's voice and touch, amplified by her mysterious powers, could have on someone, so though he only saw the Succubus trace one sharp fingernail down Ginny's cheek along her jawline while she spoke, he was not terribly surprised to see the girl gasp and shudder as her body grew weak at the knees.
"But," Lilith said softly, "That's for later. Enjoy her, Master. I'd wager that, at this point, she's yours forever."
As Lilith faded completely from view, Harry felt her presence withdraw, eventually making its way to the distant castle.
"Are you sure?" Harry asked again, "I mean, most people wouldn't..."
In response, Ginny stepped into him again, molding her petite, firm body against his and said, "Harry, I've always been yours, if you want me. This... It's new, and unusual, but as long as you're still you, then I want this. I want you."
"Alright," he replied, wanting, it seemed, the same thing she did, but also feeling the need to try and hold back, to be responsible, or... something.
Yet, the moment he finished the single word, Ginny slipped a hand beneath his robes and cupped his groin. Then she pulled away and smiled coyly for a moment before beginning to unbutton her school shirt.
She didn't remove it completely, only let it hang open, revealing a pale, off-white bra with little cherries. Harry did not have long to stare, though, as Ginny stepped into him again. This time, her hands went to his waistband, unbuttoning his trousers, before one hand slipped up the inside of his shirt, palm against his chest, while the other moved downward into his boxers, to wrap cool fingers around Harry's rapidly hardening member.
"Ginny," he gasped, growing fully erect in moments under the witch's touch. Still, Harry forced himself to hold back, to show some modicum of restraint. "What- what about Dean?"
Ginny's small hand began twisting and tugging, "We're done," she said softly, "He wanted what I want to give to you. And he was getting pushy about it, so... So I broke it off."
"Gin," Harry sighed, "If you fancy Dean..."
To his continuing surprise, the girl started giggling. She did not cease her pulling, but through the soft laughter said, "Harry, you daft idiot. I fancy you! I only went with Michael and Dean because they asked, and to make you notice I was a girl."
"I already knew that. I'm not Ron."
"It's a good thing," Ginny whispered, "Because that would make this pretty awkward." Then, still with her soft eyes on his, she sank to her knees in the grass, taking his trousers with her.
"Oh, Merlin," Harry groaned as the petite hands, both now, started stroking him in earnest.
"I can't believe how big you are," Ginny said with amazement.
Harry latched onto the statement in an effort to hold off his arousal, though his eyes remained focused on the red-haired girl even as the rest of his senses became hyper-aware of every sensation he was receiving. The scent of fir, oak, and ash filled his nostrils, with the more subtle underlay of mulch, and the new grass of spring. The air itself, not just the smells it carried, had the lingering warmth of day, but a bit of a nip from the newly-arrived night.
"Lilith... did something. She said I was of a good size before, but her magic... changed me. Physically, mostly, but..."
"What gets me," Ginny said huskily, "is that it was you- the great, noble Harry Potter, paragon of pure good, or whatever, who had the will and the sheer stones, to summon and bind a Succubus. Harry Potter is naughty."
Before he could think of a response other than to deny it- which seemed altogether pointless, given his recent activities- Ginny's mouth opened wide and she leaned in.
And it was exquisite. She could barely get his head into her little mouth, but her heat and moist oral cavity reminded him at once how much he adored getting blowjobs, and that Ginny, little spitfire that she was, took to the activity like she did Quidditch...
Both hands stroked his length rapidly, at varying and changing speeds, while she sucked and pulled at his head, laved him with her tongue on top and bottom, until he groaned and his hands fell on her head.
Then she pulled off with a pop, and looked up, shrugging her shirt the rest of the way off and hiking her bra up over her chest, though she left it on. "Do you want to shag me, Potter? Shag your best mate's little sister?"
"Yeah," he groaned, his own voice raspy from lust, "I do."
"Do it then," she whispered, laying back in the grass on her open shirt and lifting her knees, inviting him between them.
He could not see beneath the skirt in the darkness, but since Lilith had gifted him her enhancements, he'd been able to almost smell arousal, and now he was certain that was exactly what was coming from beneath the clothing.
He didn't move, though, aside from to lazily start stroking his cock with one hand as he looked down at her.
"W- Well? Harry?"
Her voice, confident a moment earlier, had gained a certain tremble... nerves, maybe.
"Admiring the view," he said softly, then sank to his own knees, running both his hands up the inside of her white, creamy, lightly-freckled thighs.
Ginny's breath hitched as he reached her knickers, taking the skirt up to reveal the same cherry-print, but not touching her core. Instead, he continued on, cupping each of her small, up-turned, but very firm, breasts. They didn't fill his hand, but had just enough flexion that he was able to squeeze a few inches between the thumb and fingers of each hand, which made the girl gasp.
"Are you mine, Ginny?"
She didn't hesitate, "I am yours, Harry. Forever, like your Succubus said."
"No matter how many people I shag?"
She shook her head, "I don't care, if you shag me too. Don't stop, don't leave me, and I'll be yours forever."
"Good. You'll shag Lilith, then, before next year's end, yeah?"
"Gods, yes," she gasped, "Succubi are hot."
"They are," he agreed, "and... you want to shag Hermione?"
Ginny blushed, "I... I've never thought about..."
"She said she's not interested in girls," Harry whispered as he leaned over the smaller girl, shadowing her with his body, "But she watched Lilith fuck both me and Ron, and liked it. Lilith wants her, and it seems she gets what she wants. Maybe after Hermione's been... broken in, yeah?"
"That... that sounds fun," Ginny whispered.
"You'll shag me, first, though... will you be a slag for me, if I ask you to?"
"Anyone," Ginny gasped.
He thrust forward, some part of Lilith's influence on him guiding his cock, and he sheathed himself to the hilt in one move.
Ginny's scream of pain was muffled by his mouth, and her secondary whimpers by two of his fingers, which she started to suckle after several seconds.
As always, he wanted to move, fast and hard, into her virginal cunt, but this was Ginny. His Ginny, his own.
He hadn't said it yet, but...
"You're my pet now, aren't you?" he asked quietly, "My pet, like Lilith is, only human?"
Ginny continued to whimper, but nodded, "Yes- what does she call you, Harry? Master?"
"Yes. You can call me that, too, in private. Just you, me, and her. No one else."
"Master... Gods... Master, you hurt so much... but I love it. I love you."
She whimpered again when he pulled out, but Harry had a plan, something driven by instinct and need and maybe magic, if it had a mind of its own. He stepped over her small body, positioning himself at her mouth. "Clean me, my pet. Clean me of your juices and blood."
She hesitated only a moment, her eyes flashing from brown to the faintest of pink for a moment, then back, as her tongue darted out, laving around his length.
It took only a minute, but the strange mystery and eroticism of the girl licking his erection clean of her virginal blood sent a wash of magic and power and lust through Harry such as he hadn't felt since forming the Contract.
The moment she was finished, Harry pulsed his thick seed into her mouth once, twice, then left a trail down her fair body as he scooted back in a hurry, and plunged once more, still rock-hard, into Ginny's depths.
Her eyes shone pink once again as the lithe body shook under his now furious pumping, her tiny breasts lurching less than an inch even as her body moved three times the distance with every push.
It faded only after she orgasmed around him, a soft scream of delight and ecstasy slipping from her gaping mouth a moment before he released again, filling her.
Slowly, he sank down onto the girl, covering her completely but not resting his weight fully on her, lest she be smothered.
Both panted as the night breeze grew stronger, bringing a further chill to their now sweaty bodies.
Eventually, Harry noticed that Ginny's eyes had returned to normal, and both had caught their breath. "We should get back," he said quietly.
She nodded, leaned up to kiss him, and murmured, "That was amazing. And... I meant it, Harry. All of it."
"I know, Pet."
"I'm glad, Master."
Harry was not surprised to see Lilith awake in his rather steamy, if dark, dorm room when he arrived, despite it being after two.
Ron and Hermione were a bit more of a shock, the girl, clad only in her skirt, atop an equally nude Ron, sucking on his todger while the ginger performed cunnilingus.
That they ignored Harry, who was wearing his cloak while sneaking in was one thing.
But Dean Thomas was on his own bed, curtains half-open, watching and wanking his own impressively large cock while watching Hermione go down on Ron was quite another.
Then, as he stepped as quietly as possible toward his bed, where Lilith sat primly in something like a leotard, wings and horns on display but visible only to him, he saw Hermione wink.
Not at him- but at Dean.
She knew he was watching.
And she was blowing Ron anyway.
A memory came back to him- a memory of the Room of Requirement, as it duplicated the Astronomy Tower, and how Hermione had sucked a bit of cum out of Dean's tip as he slept.
Now I can say I've sucked off three boys. That's two more than Lavender- if she asks.
Hermione's words from the first time they'd made love, or more accurately, when she'd gone after Dean right afterward.
A few seconds later, Harry had made his decision. "Lilith, are you interested in Dean at all?"
"Of course, Master. A cock is a cock, and he's got a big one. He's not my type, exactly, but it would be nice. A little early though, no? I thought it'd be at least next year before you let me play with him."
"Well... I want him to think it's a dream, if you can pull that off."
"Ooh... I like where this is going. You going to enjoy Hermione, too, Master?"
"That's the plan. Think she can take both of us?"
"I'd love to find out. How would you like me to please your friend?"
"Turn into what he desires... and be invisible to Hermione and Ron?"
Her response took a few seconds, but she thought back, "I think I can do that, Master, but it'll take a feeding tomorrow. Two, probably. I'm getting low, and it's a non-standard thing. I'll have to mind-dive him, like I did on Umbridge. Whatever it is he really likes, it's buried deep."
"Do it. I want to watch, though... and any way you can keep Hermione and Ron from finishing before he does and I've had my fun?"
"That's easy."
So as she moved over to the other boy's bed and looked into his eyes for a moment, Harry stepped silently over to Ron's bed and leaned low over first his mate's head and then Hermione's, whispering the same thing to both, "I'm going to join you in a moment, keep going."
Only, in Hermione's case, he added, "And Lilith is going to put Dean out- you slag."
Both had jumped slightly, the witch turning red-faced in a way she hadn't been with just Dean watching, as if Harry knowing about it made it far more embarrassing, but neither stopped.
And Harry watched as Lilith shrunk, and shrunk.
Until she resembled a third-year, at most.
And she winked, flat-chested and clad only in little-girl panties, at Harry as she flittered on invisible wings onto Dean's bed.
He jumped, eyes moving to hers as her weight settled.
His brown skin darkened to purple in the dim room, but before he could say anything, before he could even stop his stroking hand, her tiny little body settled on his erection, and started moving.
Harry watched, astounded, as the tiny, tight pussy stretched impossibly wide to accommodate the thick erection, and as Dean fell back, helpless to control himself, to even hold back a groan in his pleasure, likely more than he'd ever felt.
Lilith started to bounce, little body almost fairy-like, now facing her Master as she grinned saucily, writhing her hips as she fucked herself up and down onto Dean, the whole body moving nine inches or more up the black boy's huge dick, then back down.
Dean only lasted about forty seconds.
Harry, cock just as solid as it had been for Ginny earlier, could not blame him.
She was too young for him in this form, but watching it still had a certain dark appeal.
Then Lilith blew him a kiss as she lifted off, a little of Dean's seed dripping down her leg, as her body morphed once again to the form Ron preferred. As she changed, the semen from the boy she'd just shagged- clearly, he wasn't a virgin to her standards, at least- was absorbed into the Succubus' flesh.
Then she moved over Ron's head, hovering there, not touching the bed or the wizard.
He likely didn't even know she was there.
Then Lilith winked, and Hermione, eyes locked on Dean's softening member, which dribbled a little semen still, even while she blew Ron for all she was worth, gasped as Harry hiked one knee up onto the bed between Ron's legs and presented his cock to her mouth.
Her eyes widened, but after a glance up at him, she opened wider still.
For a moment, Harry felt a slightly nauseous feeling as his penis touched Ron's.
Ron, too, jerked a little.
But then Hermione's mouth closed on them both, and she started moving again.
He couldn't see Ron's face to judge his reaction, but he felt his friend start pumping into Hermione's oral cavity, thrusting slowly, where before he'd been laying still. There was a little friction generated between them, and Harry tried hard to focus instead on what Hermione was doing. It wasn't really difficult.
But after just a few seconds, she pulled away, and whispered, "It's too much- my mouth's getting tired."
"Get off, then," Ron hissed, "I'll shag you."
"Shag me," Lilith replied quietly from just over him.
Hermione and Ron both froze, but after a moment, the wizard asked, "Hermione?"
"It's fine," she said a second later, "I want to watch. That's what we said, right? It's fair? No jealousy?"
"None," Harry agreed.
So Hermione climbed off of Ron and moved over to Harry's bed, standing beside it awkwardly, one hand over her chest and the other on her groin. It wasn't to hide herself, though, for Harry could see both of her hands moving on herself.
Lilith became visible once more, and Hermione groaned as Ron's eyes widened, then closed as he started licking at her, both hands sliding up the Succubus' body to fondle her tits.
"That is pretty arousing," Hermione whispered as Harry stepped across the room to join her.
"Yeah... you told Ginny we're lovers," he mentioned.
Hermione nodded, not looking away. "I was... surprised how well she took it."
"She's my pet now," Harry informed her a little quieter, "Forever, she said. Like- like Lilith is, but a witch."
"She's a strong Sub. Um... I'll have to explain later."
"I think I get it," Harry whispered back, "Like you are- if you aren't a switch. I think that's what Lilith called it. You're jealous right now, aren't you."
It wasn't a question.
"No, I'm not-" Hermione protested.
"Of Ron."
She swallowed, then nodded, her face darkening.
"And," Harry followed, quieter still, "You still want Dean to fuck you."
She nodded again with a little less hesitation.
"Well, he can't," Harry informed her, "But I might let you suck him sometime. Turns out he likes... younger girls. Bit creepy. But you can shag me now, if you want."
"I do," Hermione whispered, "um..."
Harry was debating, too, but just then an idea came to him. "Put your hands on the bed, bend over."
She obeyed at once, looking over, and sometimes under, her shoulder to watch as Lilith and Ron switched positions, him sliding into her mouth from above, withdrawing slowly with a look of rapture on his face, one hand angling himself downward, the other mauling a generous breast.
Harry, meanwhile, used a hand to align himself with Hermione's slit, sliding himself up and down it a few times for extra lubrication- it gathered quickly, for she was quite wet- before pushing inside. As always, he felt like home the moment he did.
Not just with Hermione, though it was a powerful feeling with her, only Ginny was as strong, but with almost everyone he'd been with.
Even Pansy.
"I shagged Pansy like this, before even you," he said quietly, "On the real Astronomy Tower over the parapet. She came so hard, before she knew it was me- and came again as I did into her mouth."
"You can come in my cunt instead," Hermione groaned, letting her body fall a little onto her elbows, changing the angle again. When she landed, though, Harry grinned to see the girl's torso and neck bent so that she could watch the two on the bed across the dorm while he mounted her.
"I will, dirty girl," Harry assured her, "you aren't upset?"
"I hope-" Hermione gasped between thrusts, "you- gave that bitch- every- everything- she deserved."
"I did," Harry chuckled, leaning over her and grabbing at a breast, like he had with Pansy. "Just like this. Probably gave her burns on her tits from the stones, too. Made Draco watch- he never even got up. Maybe he's impotent, though I guess somehow Umb... nevermind."
"You- you aren't-" Hermione moaned, "Filling me up... gods, she's so pretty."
Harry glanced over his shoulder to see Ron on his back again, Lilith facing them, while Ron held her arse open with both hands.
"Yeah- so're you, you know," Harry reminded her, "We both want you, too, just as much. And she's a Succubus."
Lilith, behind him, smiled.
"Nng... just... just want my pussy..."
"Not just," Harry hissed, leaning over and pushing her further into the bed, so her knees collapsed under his weight, and started pounding in earnest, "Your tits, your throat and mouth... and your brains. We love those, too, and your courage."
"But mostly the pussy," Ron called softly from across the room, making Lilith and Harry laugh.
"Just for you," Hermione groaned, "Pussy's- only for you two... fuck... soon."
Harry, too, felt an orgasm rapidly approaching.
"On your knees, Hermione," Harry whispered, standing upright again.
She paused, but obeyed as he pulled out.
Then, as she settled, mouth opened, he pushed in, and let loose, using his hands on his best friend's head while he forced her to deep-throat him, shooting load after load down her hot throat.
"Pansy took it like that, too," he said quietly as he pulled out, "Only she couldn't take it all."
A bleary-eyed Hermione groaned, as she weakly climbed up onto his bed.
"Shame, Master," Lilith whispered, "She didn't come again. She was so close..."
"Well, I can fix that," Harry muttered, "Lay back, my love."
Tiredly, Hermione obeyed, this time with her knees in the air much like Ginny had done outside, and Harry resumed his position, too.
As he pushed in again, still hard thanks to Lilith's runes, Hermione moaned.
Across the room, Ron groaned as he started pulsing his own climax into Lilith, who shuddered and smiled, slowing her bounces as he filled her, then sliding off as it ended, cleaning him, too, with her mouth in the same way she liked to do for Harry.
"Night," the ginger murmured, barely throwing the blanket over himself and closing the curtains before he passed out.
Lilith had crossed the room to finger herself by the bed, smiling down as Harry fucked Hermione.
Then the Succubus pulled, from her vagina, a little bit of white goo. "Ron's cum, Hermione," she whispered, showing it to the exhausted girl.
Without being asked, Hermione opened her mouth, accepting the gift, which she savored before swallowing with a smile.
"If you want more, you have to earn it."
The witch's eyes widened along with Harry's, and both their eyes went to the hairless snatch of the Succubus.
Hermione only hesitated for a moment, "Gods... alright. Fine, I'll eat you out... I'm so close."
With a canary-eating grin, Lilith winked once more at Harry and, still in Ron's preferred form, climbed atop Hermione's face, looking at Harry.
He watched, then, as the girl started licking and laving, even putting her hands to work, delving as deeply with her tongue as she could to get at Ron's seed.
Which didn't seem to be coming. Harry grinned- likely, Lilith had absorbed it, and was tricking the girl.
Not that he minded.
"Lilith," he murmured, "Maybe Hermione would cum faster if you return the favor?"
"Good idea, Master," Lilith purred, then leaned down over the witch.
Watching the two perform cunnilingus on each other was quite enough for Harry, who filled Hermione even as both he and Lilith made the witch scream into the rosette's cunt.
He, too, barely remembered to close the curtains, though he and Hermione were both nude atop the blankets when he fell asleep.
A/N2: Review, folks! New chapters posted monthly (roughly around the 5th), but I will post early when I hit 15 reviews per chapter!
I will note, because I'm sure this will surprise some people; despite Hermione's words- her pussy is not just for Ron and Harry. That's pillow-talk. This story has been compared (favorably, as either close but below and above are great in my mind) with The Lust of Gryffindors (read that, it's amazing), by Fearful Porpentine. I will tell you now that while that Harry (and Hermione) get around quite a lot, this Harry will... and Hermione will, too. Not as much as Porpentine's version, but plenty. Harry's core group will continue to (slowly) expand for a while, and my rough plan is to have it end at around 15 people. Those people will pretty much be in a committed, open relationship with each other en masse at the end, with plenty of other less-frequent flings on the side. Basically, a reminder not to take everything people say to heart. Sometimes it isn't true for one reason or another, and sometimes it's just wrong.
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