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.

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Enjoy- and Merry Christmas, or whatever holiday you choose to enjoy around this time of year!

Chap. 20: I know who you did last Summer

Over the next few days and then two weeks, Harry's life at Number Four changed drastically. Some changes, like having a lot more fun and less stress in his life due to Lilith's presence, he could have predicted. Other changes... less so.

Vernon was gone more often than not, even when not at work, and when he was, the man spent more time in his room than watching the telly.

Dudley, it turned out, was quite grateful for Harry having literally saved his soul, and as Harry had started to run in the mornings, had politely asked his cousin to join him. He'd even helped with manual labor, as Lilith had suggested, moving out more of the Dursleys' old furniture, like the worn dresser, for the replacement.

But it was his Aunt who had seen the most profound change.

Not one Harry was particularly surprised to see, but one that horrified and delighted him at the same time.

She'd started cheating on her husband, not that their marriage was anything great.

He'd come home, Lilith invisibly floating behind him, early from a run to find her bent over the kitchen table, Mr. Number Nine spearing into her.

Neither had noticed as he'd gone by, so Harry had just kept going, the sounds of his grunts and her moans echoing up the stairs.

Seeing Dudley, red-faced and wanking on a rather average (maybe slightly smaller) dick through the cracked doorway, clearly listening in, was a bit more than Harry wanted, too, but he somehow found himself winking at his cousin and passing into his own room.

Unfortunately, both had rather crushed his libido for the moment, because he'd gotten used to an hour or so of shagging the Succubus after his morning run. Something about the older, more mature form of his 'case worker' being on her knees before him, or bent over, or riding him like a horse, really did it for Harry, though he couldn't say if she was more fun that way than 'normal'.

An hour and ten minutes later, summer homework finally finished (weeks earlier than his usual last-minute rush with Ron), Harry decided that enough was enough, and stood up, crossed to his door, and stepped across the hall to knock on Dudley's door.

Lilith was reading, apparently a pastime she'd developed while he was 'out' if she wasn't joining him on his bed, able to help quickly if he needed it.

But Dudley, it seemed, had finally grown past any feelings of aggression toward Harry. Having been caught rubbing one out while listening to his mother cheat on his father, though, might have changed things, so he was being careful.

"Come in," Dudley grunted.

Harry pointedly sniffed as he stood in the doorway, grinning rather cockily at his still much-bigger cousin, and leaned against the door. "So... you saw, you heard. Gonna tell your dad?"

Dudley frowned, still red-faced, but shook his head, eventually saying slowly, "Not my business, is't?"

Harry shrugged, "Probably not. She hasn't been happy in a while, and I'm pretty sure your dad's more into buggery, if you get what I mean."

Dudley frowned, but shrugged himself.

"So... you ever been with a girl?"

Harry knew quite well that he hadn't, thanks to Lilith, but watching his cousin's still-rounded face turn scarlet from embarrassment was worth it. "'Course I 'ave," Dudley lied.

Harry laughed, "Right. Well, turns out I know a few people. Some're pretty fit, some might be interested. Not witches, either. People around here."

That was one of the largest changes.

Like Hogwarts had when Lilith had staked her claim, people in Little Whinging, Surrey, had become more... open.

Much more.

More desperate for sexual release, and more willing to leave behind any morals or ethics that kept them from it.

Not that Harry considered either morality or ethical decisions a bad thing, but that was what he'd seen.

"Er... r- really? 'Round here, local girls?"

Harry nodded, wracking his brain for a name, "Uh... Jill? Number- twelve, I think, down the way? She's eyed you once or twice this year when we've been out."

Jill was a girl that Harry had eyed once, but discarded as a prospect. Pretty, but her sister, Penny, was prettier by far and a year older.

"Bit young, yeah?"

"You're fifteen, she's fifteen now, I think."

Dudley frowned, but nodded. "Yeah... too bad, though. That case-worker you got..."

Harry laughed, looked over his shoulder and leaned in conspiratorially, "She's fuckin' amazing in bed."

Dudley laughed, hard, "Right, Potter, right. Pull t'other one."

Lilith, in a display of perfect timing that told Harry she'd been listening the whole time, called, "It's true."

Dudley stammered, but said nothing.

"Anyway," Harry said with another shrug, "Let me know if you want me to set it up."

"Er, y- yeah," his cousin said quickly, before he'd even crossed the landing again, "I- I do."

"Right. I'll talk to her tomorrow, then."

And that was it, the first set in the neighborhood.

Penny had been mowing the lawn, in a crop-top and too-short shorts, when Harry had jogged by. In the back, the first time, in the front, the second and third.

Each time, Lilith had given her a dose of Fog, just a little.

On the third, he stopped to talk.

Penny was tall, taller than he was, a bit on the slender side, with blonde pigtails that reminded him of Hannah, and a light smattering of freckles, with a cute face and moderately curvy breasts, but no arse to speak of and thin legs.

They'd shagged in her back yard, him pounding into her with her back against the house.

After another dose of Fog in her room while the girl's parents shagged in the living room, uncaring that their daughters- both of them- were in the house, one with a strange, half-dressed boy. Even less caring, it seemed, that he was the 'neighborhood delinquent'.

Then, while Penny practiced giving a blow-job for the first time (not a talent she possessed, unfortunately for Harry, though she was enthusiastic and eager), while he sat at the edge of her bed, he called Dudley on his new cell phone, and told him to come over.

Harry answered the door, not even close to sated despite having emptied himself into Penny twice (she was on the pill, she said), having caught a bit of Lilith's Fog of Lust, and ushered his cousin inside.

Dudley stopped, mouth gaping, as Mrs. Number Twelve bounced on her husband's lap openly on the couch, thin, saggy breasts flopping, both heedless of his presence, lost in their pleasure.

The fifteen year old Jill was in her room, Harry knew, watching porn herself, unwilling to watch him and her sister, or her parents go at it.

"So," Harry said quietly to Dudley after he'd been able to get his attention away, "If Jill isn't up for it, Penny might be. She wasn't a virgin, and I've about worn her out, but she might be okay for you."

Dudley nodded, following dumbly upstairs.

Harry knocked at Jill's door, and slipped inside.

The younger girl was working her twat furiously, eyes fixed on the screen.

"Jill," he said softly.

"Hm?"

Feeling slightly guilty that she was so worked up, but knowing that she still had some ability to say no, Harry asked, "My cousin's got a hard-on if you want to lose that pesky virginity. Right now."

Jill looked away, first to Harry, then Dudley, who stood nervously behind him, half-hidden by the door frame and Harry himself.

His cousin had lost a lot of weight, and was now fairly fit.

Jill's eyes widened, and she smiled.

"Right- I'll leave you to it," Harry said, stepping out and closing the door.

Back in Penny's room, the human girl was spread-eagled, naked as the day she was born, with some of Harry's seed still leaking from her.

And Lilith was standing over her, grinning in her Lilian form, still clothed. "Well done, Master. Dudley will be happy with these two- both sisters will be willing with him for a while, and even the mother won't say no. The father- he's likely going to have a heart attack by the end of summer, poor fellow. He'll go out happy, though."

Harry nodded. Sad news, but it did happen all the time, and she was right about the happy part.

He, though, was still horny.

Lilith smiled, the familiar business suit vanishing as Lilian's body bent over the bed. A curiosity fell over him. Lilith's anus had been small, puckered and pink, as if it was never used for what a Hunan's was. Lilian's was small, puckered, and a faint brown, though still appeared to be quite clean.

"You ever done anal?" he asked quietly, while Lilian started licking his semen out of the exhausted Penny's cunt.

The Succubus grinned, and looked over her shoulder, "Try it. I don't need lube, but human girls probably do. Spit, at least."

Still, he was a bit weirded out by the idea, so Harry pushed into Lilian's dripping cunt first, reveling in the sensation. Every form the Succubus took was different and, presumably, the proper one for the body she mirrored as far as genitalia. Which meant that, if there was a stunning blonde woman out there that Lilith was the twin of, this is what fucking her from behind would feel like.

And it was amazing, truly, her channel a bit curved backward to fit him more naturally this way, soft and clutching at him needily.

But he pulled out after a few strokes, now determined.

His cock dripping with her own juice, Harry lined himself up at the star and started to push. Not gently, but slowly, determinedly.

He didn't stop until his thighs met Lilian's rump, and she gasped. "Fuck... been a while," 'Lilian' groaned, "You can move, though. Forgot how different it was."

To Harry, it didn't seem all that different. Tighter, just as warm, a little dryer.

Different, but not terribly so.

But it still felt amazing as he started to pump.

But knowing that he was plowing into the arse of an older woman, his own 'legal counsel' and 'CPS worker', and how much she seemed to enjoy it leant a little extra fuel to his fire, and Harry reached down around her with one hand to grab and squeeze a swinging D-cup breast, the other to work at the hooded clit.

He pounded in for five full minutes before he was done, and emptied himself into Lilith's body once again. Then she turned around, licking her lips free of Penny's juices, which she shared with Harry, then sank to her knees again to clean him with her mouth.

If she was disgusted to be cleaning him after that, the Succubus did not show it.

A couple minutes later, he stuck his head into Jill's room.

Both she and Dudley were nude on the girl's bed, looking up at the ceiling.

Harry heard them talking quietly. Neither seemed upset, but nor were they quite sated.

"Let's leave them to it," he murmured, heading downstairs.

He took a moment as they left the pair, not bothering to have Lilian disappear (as people had seen her arriving) to examine Mrs. Number Twelve, but he quickly pushed her from his mind either. Not an unattractive woman, but she was far older than he preferred.

When he arrived at the Dursleys, he tossed an off-hand, "You could at least charge them and make some pocket money," to his aunt, knowing full well how offended she would be, but also knowing she couldn't really do anything about it.

Not without making things worse, anyway.

Over the next week two other girls, Sunny Delmakher from Wisteria Walk, another blonde, and Chelsea Widdington, a red-head from the other end of Magnolia Crescent joined his little club. The former was a fourteen year old, the 'real' neighborhood delinquent, who had apparently been charging for blowjobs for more than a year, though Harry had been the one to take her virginity (and for free, no less), while Chelsea was a college student home for the summer who just wanted to have some fun, and didn't mind doing it with a younger man.

Or, as he learned toward the end of the summer, an older one, too.

Then Hermione's first letter arrived, surprisingly late.

Harry,

Miss you! We've been on Barbados, in the Caribbean. You should totally visit- but wear sunscreen, I'm so burned! It was hot, but I'm back in the U.K. We'll be home by Thursday. I want to visit- can I? You know why. I've been really lonely. Ron's said his parents are planning on having us since mid-July, so we'll have time before your birthday too, but sooner is better, don't you think?

Sorry, I don't have a lot of time to write, I've been very distracted lately. I blame you and your new friend(s). Mum and Dad have rekindled their romance, and I think it's because of the new friend, too, but I'm not sure I want to know how. Maybe something I did. Turns out I have a sibling on the way, though they won't be here for about eight more months- Mum just found out last week.

Dad's over the moon too, of course, and so am I. We need to find a faster way to talk!

Yours,

Hermione

Hedwig hooted. Harry grinned looking at the cell sitting on his desk, half-charged. "Can you make it to Hermione's tonight, girl?"

The owl barked once, and held out her leg, waiting patiently on one foot while Harry, grinning at Lilith, dashed out a phone number and a quick message, then sent her on her way.

June twentieth saw Harry stepping off the Knight Bus in a sleepy neighborhood with large houses and small yards.

"There, Master," Lilith, once again dressed as Lilian, said over his shoulder, "185."

A few seconds later, he stopped knocking as the door was flung open and a brunette, wavy-haired missile struck him.

If Lilith hadn't been ready, Hermione would have likely knocked both of them off the stoop.

"Mum, Dad, you remember Harry," Hermione grinned, pulling him along by the arm through the living room, which Harry only had time to notice was tastefully decorated, clean, but nowhere near as antiseptic as the Dursleys'.

Nor did she wait for a reply.

Before he knew what was happening, Harry had been pulled through a kitchen, up a narrow stairway, and down a short hall into a bookshelf-lined bedroom, the door shutting behind the three of them.

Before saying another word to Harry, Hermione turned to Lilian, already having been apprised of the situation regarding her, and asked, "Can you give my parents some of your... passion juice? I wasn't kidding, they've rekindled things- not that they were bad- but I want them distracted for at least an hour."

"Sure," Lilith said with a grin, "Um... would you like me to stay there, or rejoin you?"

Left unsaid was 'am I shagging your parents, or you'.

Harry, at least, understood that part, but wasn't sure how he felt about it. Lilith had never claimed not to be 'gathering seed' for her people in a more active way, but she'd never talked about shagging people without Harry's presence or direct permission, either.

And this was Hermione's parents.

The girl, though, chewed on her lower lip, eying the blonde, "Um... Maybe... stay there? If- if you don't think they'd, uh... mind? They've never hinted to me about wanting um- another."

Lilith shrugged, "They don't even have to remember it- or they'll think they were dreaming," and slipped from the room, closing the door.

Then Hermione's clothes started hitting the door, down to her knickers, and she threw herself on the bed, spreading her knees wide. "Come on, come on, Harry!"

He grinned, but didn't move quickly at all as he undressed, forcing his best friend to huff and start diddling herself while she watched him.

And he took his time, grateful for the rapid change the Runes had given him with the workout, and amused at how desperate Hermione was.

He stepped over her slowly, too, and positioned himself at the edge of the bed, where her feet were still on the floor. She looked up at him expectantly, "I don't need foreplay, Harry- just do me. Later, we can enjoy it. I'm so randy."

Indeed, Harry could tell from the smell, the sight of the juices dripping down her (they'd dried on her leg, too, he saw), and the feeling he got from her.

Something new he would have to explore later.

"Your parents know?" he asked quietly.

She nodded, "Suspect, I think, in dad's case. I told Mum... About both of you."

One eyebrow raised as he sheathed himself smoothly.

Hermione's back arched and she sighed, eyes rolling back in her head. "Yeeasssss... so good..."

He started moving slowly, fingers trailing on her body, unwilling to just fuck her hard despite Hermione's expressed wishes. She was home. His home. Ron's, too, he supposed- but unlike the girls he'd been shagging lately, she belonged to him. It wasn't just for fun.

He, too, belonged to her.

Hermione's hips began to buck, rising and falling in time with his thrusts, adding a new sensation to his motions.

"You've had more practice," she murmured, "and- not just Lilith?"

Harry shook his head, and told her the names of Penny, Jill, Chelsea, and Sunny, leaving out their last names.

"Man-whore," Hermione teased, hands now starting to fondle her breasts, "Gods you feel good inside me, Harry."

"I'm your man-whore," he acknowledged, "and you're my- I don't know what to call it. Home? Love? I think I do love you, Hermione, and not just as a friend down to shag. But I still..."

"I know," the girl replied softly, eyes opening to find his while they moved together, "It's alright, you don't have to explain. It's who you are now. Maybe that will change later, maybe it won't- Gods you feel good! But you're still -ah- you. I knew the moment I saw you in the window."

He laughed, "It's only been a few weeks- how could I change that fast?"

She shrugged. "I... I've changed."

He slowed, but continued moving.

"Other boys," she murmured, "I've- I've done things. Sucked them. I shagged one, but felt guilty after. I couldn't- help it."

"Don't," Harry said, surprising himself, "if you want someone, enjoy it. I don't- I'm not upset about it."

"I'm a whore," Hermione murmured, "and you and Ron won't want -uh- me anymore, since I'm... I'm not just for you."

He laughed softly, moving faster, leaning down low over her to suckle on her neck and earlobe, then whispered, "We'll always want you. I will, at least. Look, Hermione- I think of you as 'home'. Being with you... it's amazing, special. Ginny, too. Lilith. And I hate to say it, but Pansy, too. The others... it's just for fun. There's no meaning behind it, but it feels nice, and it's fun. If you want to have fun with another bloke, who'm I to say no?"

When he rose to his elbows to look into her eyes, they were glistening with tears. "You- mean it?"

He nodded, moving faster still, "I will always want to be with you. Hell, Hermione... as long as you aren't shagging Malfoy or Voldemort or something, do what you want. You've earned it, as far as I'm concerned."

Hermione nodded, but said nothing. Slowly, her hands moved around his neck, holding him close as his first climax neared.

"Inside," she said as he started to tense, "still on the pill."

He groaned, exploded, and the world went white, like it had the first few times with Lilith and Daphne.

Thirty minutes later, Hermione was now gyrating her hips atop him, when Harry asked, "Tell me about him. The bloke you shagged."

Hermione froze.

"It- it was my dad," she whispered.

Harry blinked, and his cock throbbed.

Slowly, Hermione started to move again, hesitant.

But Harry was still hard, despite his confusion.

"Go on...?"

Hermione shrugged face red, "It was late, we were in Barbados. He was drunk, came into the wrong hotel room. I was randy... it'd been a few weeks by this point. Thought I was Mum. I couldn't... say no."

"Does he know?"

Hermione shook her head, still moving. "Nor Mum. I- I think that's what... got them going again, now that I think of it. I told you- I told you I was a whore."

Harry's eyes closed, and he sat up, pulling Hermione against him while she continued to move, now bouncing slowly on his (somehow even harder) cock. "You fucked your own father."

She nodded.

"You liked it?"

She shrugged, "It was... alright. Not you, or Ron."

"Would you do it again?"

She shook her head.

"Then that's it," Harry said softly, "It was a spur of the moment decision. Maybe not a good one, maybe not a bad one, I don't know. I all-but rape people on a regular basis, Hermione, even if they're begging for it. I'm not one to judge people for their weird sexual exploits."

"And you still want me?"

In response, Harry orgasmed inside her again.

And again, this time in her mouth.

Harry woke from a light doze and threw on his clothes again, careful to leave Hermione sleeping. She was quite worn out, emotionally exhausted from her confessions, and he knew she needed it.

Downstairs, he found Lilith just settling herself, facing Harry and away from Mr. Granger, on the older man's erection, Mrs. Granger sitting, with lidded eyes, between his legs, licking her lips.

Seemingly stoned out of his mind, or at least that's what Harry assumed people were like when very high, Mr. Granger groaned, then looked over the Succubus at Harry, "Your case-worker's a nice lady, Harry."

"Very nice," Mrs. Granger agreed, now leaning in to lick at her husband's scrotum and Lilian's cunt both while her fingers worked between her legs.

Harry groaned. He was satisfied (for now), but... his erection returned with a vengeance.

"Er... m- may I?"

He didn't know why he'd asked- Lilith would've been happy to take care of him.

But Mrs. Granger looked up and over her shoulder, then shifted position onto her hands and knees, still licking her husband and Lilian both while presenting herself to him.

Her husband grunted, "Go on, then," his hands mauling Lilian's large, round breasts eagerly, but his eyes watching as Harry moved behind his wife and lowered himself to his own knees.

Am I doing this? Am I shagging Hermione's mother after- after doing her three times, while Mrs. Granger is going- you know what? Fuck it.

Harry ran a hand along his length, stroking a few times to make sure he was back up to full, the other spreading Mrs. Granger's snatch open. It glistened with her juices and some remnants of Mr. Granger's own semen that Lilith had missed, and seemed ready to accept him.

He lined up, and pushed in.

Not nearly as tight as her daughter, Mrs. Granger was still quite healthy for her age, and felt very nice, a bit warmer, very wet. Harry sighed as he moved. The sheer ridiculousness of the situation would have him finishing soon, but he may as well enjoy it while he could, right?

Lilith, on the couch, twisted to kiss Mr. Granger, then lifted a tit to his mouth, and started suckling on the other nipple herself. Mrs. Granger had begun to pant, one hand furiously working her slit and clit, the other now cupping and kneading her husband's balls, "Fuck her hard, dear," she gasped.

At once, Mr. Granger sped up, making the Succubus bounce rapidly on his dick.

"I'm- I'm on the pill," Lilith lied, "and I'm clean- are- are you?"

Mr. Granger grunted a 'yes'. "Never- been with anyone but my wife."

Not quite true, Harry knew.

"Me- neither, until Harry," Mrs. Granger sighed.

Lilian suddenly grinned, "My employer can decide- where can he do it, sir?"

Harry's eyes widened.

Not only had Lilith asked him a question he didn't want to be asked- he preferred her to decide- but Hermione had just stepped into the living room door, clad in sweatpants and a pyjama top.

He couldn't stop moving, already too close to want to, inside her mother.

Lilith, it seemed, had no intention of ceasing her own writhing atop the girl's father.

Hermione, though, did not make an outward sign that she was horrified, only stood and watched, a little sleepily.

"You can do it in her mouth," Harry said.

Mr. Granger grunted.

A few seconds later, Lilith had joined Mrs. Granger on her hands and knees before the couch, both of them accepting two or three squirts each of rather thin seminal fluid in their mouths.

Mr. Granger, when he was finished, collapsed limply to the couch once more.

Lilith sat up, quite nude and still as Lilian, beside him shooting a grin over her shoulder at Hermione, who rolled her eyes while she continued to watch Harry plow her mother from behind.

Mrs. Granger shifted forward a little forcing Harry to follow her- he did so with a further deepening to his blush on instinct- to clean her husband's dick completely with her mouth, in a most Lilith-like way.

That was enough, and Harry grunted.

Too, Mrs. Granger's vaginal walls shuddered and quivered around him, adding to his pleasure as she milked him for all he was worth, continuing to bounce back against him even as he filled her womb.

It wasn't like she could become pregnant again, right?

"Feels great," Mrs. Granger said, sinking slowly to the floor, her head between her husband's thighs, a rather stupefied, yet pleased, grin on her face.

Two minutes later, both parents were fully asleep.

"Okay," Hermione said, "Harry, we need to talk." Then she turned upstairs again.

He gulped.

"Go on, lover boy," 'Lilian' snickered, "I'll clean up and get these two in bed, then set about making them think it's all just a dream they had after a particularly erotic night- a celebration of the new baby."

A few minutes later, after cleaning up in a loo downstairs, Harry trudged back up to Hermione's room.

She was still in the pyjama set, sitting at her desk, reading.

"A surprise! Hermione, reading," he tried to tease.

But her look back was all seriousness. "So... was this revenge, Harry?"

He swallowed, "Er... no?"

"I feel like I would deserve it if it was."

"It wasn't," Harry said quietly, running a hand through his hair. "I... I went down for a drink, that's all, I swear. And I saw them, and I... reacted. I don't know why I did it."

"You shagged my mum. With my dad watching. Right after I told you I- what I'd done. That's not revenge?"

"No," Harry insisted, repeating the gesture with both hands this time, "I... it was... sexy, I guess, and I got hard and she was there... and that was as far as I thought. I asked, and she... presented."

Hermione and Harry were both quiet for a long time, and he heard both of her parents stumble, one after the other a few minutes apart, likely guided by Lilith in each other's guise, up into their bedroom. Then, eventually, she asked quietly, almost plaintively, "Is this your life now, Harry? Our life? Just... shagging everybody, all the time, with no thought of consequences?"

"It... seems to be, yeah," the wizard found himself saying.

Lilith, in her own normal body- his favored one, anyway- slipped into the room and said quietly, "Generally, when a Succubus enters a Contractor's life, there are changes. Often, like this. Not always, but often. Some of the greatest lovers of your world's history have been Contractors- it's how they got their skills, if nothing else. Venus of Milo, inspiration for your famous sculpture, Aphrenas, the woman who the Greeks thought of as the goddess Aphrodite, they were both Succubae. It happens. You don't have to be part of it, and it doesn't have to be like that, but it usually is. At least, while he's under Contract."

"I want him in my life," Hermione said desperately, half-sobbing, half shrieking, "I- I just don't know if I can..."

Lilith grew slightly, taking on a slender woman's form with long, silky red hair a little darker than any of the Weasleys' he was familiar with, wearing tasteful but fashionable clothing, and folded Hermione into a hug, leaning just a little to reach the younger girl in the chair- the form wasn't very tall. "I know you do, dear," she said quietly, "but yes, this is what it'll be like. Not everyone- Master has quite good taste, your mother's a fine looking woman. But he'll bond more. That's what he was referring to when he said you were 'home', and likely, most of you will want him for the rest of your lives, and he, you. You can live without him. It'll be hard, if you choose to, but it can be done. Easier, as time passes. Or... you can accept what his life has become. He'll likely have sex with your friends. Your enemies, if he wants to. You. Me. And he'll have a lot. Not every waking moment- but a few times a day, probably, for the rest of his life, at the least the duration of the Contract. The Runes I've placed will not fade in a century or more of life. Maybe never."

Hermione hiccupped. "I..."

Harry swallowed, but said nothing. This was her decision, it always would be. Ron would be happy (probably) with her, and she him, if that's what she wanted.

And if she was happy, so was he.

Even if the thought left a pit of aching darkness in his chest.

"I would like some time to think," Hermione said, "I know you've only gotten here... but can I see you at the- at Headquarters, wherever that is, and we can talk more then?"

Harry nodded, standing at once, feeling and fearing that it was over between them, at least romantically and sexually. "Of course, Hermione."

"Wait," Lilith said quietly, "One thing. Hermione, your mother and father love you. They love your unborn sibling. They don't know that Harry was there, for what it's worth- but if you bring it up, they'll likely remember everything. I can't guarantee it, and I'm not saying this to force you to keep it quiet. I just want you informed, so you can make the best decision for you and your family, whatever that is. Okay?"

Slowly, Hermione nodded as Lilith returned to Lilian's form, then pulled away.

"Harry," the girl called quietly as he moved to shut the door behind him. "I... I'm not saying no. I don't hate you, and I'm not mad at you. It was... unexpected. I just want to think things over, okay?"

He nodded.

He could understand that feeling.

"Better get dressed," Harry murmured to Lilith, who was plunging a new toy- a plastic dildo, recently purchased online- into and out of her body while looking avidly on as his cousin shagged Jill across the hall, "Dumbledore will be here, soon."

"Right, Master," she said distractedly, shuddering into a minor orgasm, by the look of it, as if on command, before tucking the still-dripping device into his trunk and shrinking down, down, until she was the size of his pinky, and becoming invisible on top of that, leaving him to shut down the new computer and gather up the last few things.

He'd peen packing for hours, it felt like, and the new space-expanded trunk would hold almost everything he possessed.

All but the PC, which he was gifting to- of all people- his cousin.

It had an impressive porn collection already, thanks to Lilith, but also a few viruses that would need cleaning before too long.

The 'confrontation' with Hermione had thrown a few things about Harry's life into stark relief, and he'd been busy the last couple of weeks since. Letters, many of them, had gone out, most returned, by owl.

The more traditional mail service, too, had been busy delivering things the burgeoning 'e-commerce' community could provide, including the new computer.

Lilith, thanks to a well-placed blowjob and a not-inconsiderable bribe, now had an actual, if inappropriately obtained, legal right to the care of Harry Potter, including his finances, if necessary.

But the majority of the physical possessions were in his trunk already, leaving only the clothes Harry was wearing, his wand, his owl (safely on her way to the Burrow), and a mostly-finished copy of Nicomachean Ethics that Lilith had suggested. Her own copy, she said, was back 'at home' and unreachable, but she guessed the translation was probably still relatively close to the original.

The last item was the hand-written note, just a few lines, in a familiar, spidery, but graceful hand.

Twelve sharp.

The clock dinged downstairs.

There was a crack of Apparition.

Harry stood up, closed the book and set it into the trunk, then closed and locked it, too, before moving with it in hand- Lilith had the other side, visible and appearing once more as Lilian- to the landing. "Bye, Jill, bye Duds. Keep in touch if you want, just remember I can't use the phone at school."

Both of the other teenagers grunted, not interrupting their love-making.

Harry, too, had been with Jill once, now- for fun, because both she and Penny had been home but Dudley was away at his own birthday party without them- but found the girl rather plain overall, so hadn't been back.

The door being open was a more recent thing- his parents, both of them, had now seen Dudley actively engaged with the neighbor, but neither had room to complain.

In fact, Vernon had recently moved out- to the hospital, where he was suffering from rather severe heart disease.

He hadn't had an infarction, yet, but the doctors were worried, and diabetes, undetected until recently, would likely claim both feet and maybe a hand soon.

Petunia...

She sat, sprawled on the couch in a nightie, a cigarette, recently finished, still lingering on the new ashtray. She'd picked that habit up within the last week, fortunately, because Harry found he didn't like the smell.

Her current lover was passed out on the bed upstairs in her room, and Harry was glad to see that she had, at least, starting accepting 'gifts'. Someone had to pay the bills.

If Dumbledore was surprised not to be invited in when Harry opened the door, he didn't show more than a blink. He did, however, say while following Harry and Lilith down the walk, "I had expected to meet with your relatives briefly, Harry. And I don't believe I've met your companion."

Harry nodded, "Both true, I guess? Sorry, I have to change the plan. Where are we headed?"

At the end of the walk, the aged wizard gave his beard a single stroke, "To the village where a friend of mine resides. I seek to fill the position of Potions Master at Hogwarts- a position I believe you are aware needs filling, and I suspect you know why."

Harry gave a little smile, but otherwise stayed serious, business-like.

In fact, his dress was not what the old Headmaster had expected, either.

Like the pretty young woman Dumbledore had been most surprised to see exit with Harry, she was wearing a modern muggle business suit, the wizard's a dark charcoal gray with white pinstriping. He even wore a matching fedora. Not a style old enough for Dumbledore's tastes, but one he remembered from years past.

"Very well," Dumbledore said, "I suppose the questions and answers may wait a little longer. May I apparate us...? I shall forward your trunk to the Burrow. You have said you wish to visit, correct?"

Harry nodded again, and with a touch of his wand and a whispered, "Portus," the trunk disappeared in a flash of blue. Then, as the old wizard straightened, he offered two elbows.

Apparition, Harry decided, was decidedly less comfortable than travelling by whatever means Lilith used.

But he kept his gorge down- a good thing, as the wing-tip shoes he wore were rather expensive- though Lilith seemed a little green for a few seconds. "This is the charming village of Budleigh-Babberton, and we are here to recruit an old friend of mine named Horace Slughorn."

"Slughorn," Harry muttered, wracking his brain, "The- wasn't he the previous Head of Slytherin?"

"Just so. Well done, Harry. He is, or was. I am hoping he can be convinced to return for a year. Now, while we walk, perhaps some questions...?"

Harry and Lilith shared a look.

This, too they had planned on.

"Ask away, Sir."

"Your companion is...?"

"I am Lilith, Headmaster Dumbledore," she answered. The truth, they had decided, would come out sooner or later- better to get it out now. "I'm a Succubus, one that Harry Summoned toward the end of the last term. Yes, we are fully Contracted, and the Contract will end with the utter demise of one Lord Voldemort. I am firmly on Harry's side, and mostly on yours, such that your goals align. I am no threat to you and yours."

The wizard had stopped walking by the end of the second sentence, forcing them to stop, too, or leave him behind.

"I... a Succubus. A Contracted Succubus."

Harry nodded, "Yep. Er, yes, sir."

"And you will be at the school, I presume?"

Lilith, too, gave a little nod, "I must, for Master's continued existence on this plane."

"And you..." here, Dumbledore started walking, shaking his head, "You have... influence?"

"I do," Lilith said with a smile, "All your little students, shagging like bunnies."

Dumbledore frowned, "There's no need to be crass, young lady."

"No, and I apologize," Lilith replied, still grinning and appearing utterly insincere about that part at least, "but yes, it's my territory, and people will find their inhibitions waning while I remain there."

A tired hand passed over Dumbledore's face, and he sighed. "I... this is something I had not foreseen. At all. I... it will take some adjusting. But adjust I will. We will. Very well- I trust you are, at least, capable of discretion?"

Harry nodded.

Didn't say I would use it...

"Very well. Your name- Lilith. Progenitor of your kind, according to our myths?"

"And ours," Lilith agreed, "Though your Talmud, I think it's called, gets the pronunciation a bit wrong. It's more... Lee-lith I think, but it's old for us, too. The true progenitors are Xinivrae and Morrigan, though, the daughter-husband of Lilith, and her daughter-lover, respectively, after Lilith's disappearance."

Dumbledore only shook his head, "And... that does a lot to explain the... differences, I suppose. The dress, the bearing, the confidence. Have you... brought in others?"

"Some," Harry admitted, "I have tried to be discrete. I don't need the Prophet printing things about my sex-life, too."

"Just so," the old man said with a grimace, "I can only imagine the headlines. Now- this here is where Mr. Slughorn resides. I will be but a moment. Please wait here."

Indeed, just a few minutes later, a very portly, short old man with a handlebar mustache and tawny, almost tweed-colored pyjamas came striding out the door with a wide smile, beaming at both Harry and Lilith.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Lilith! A delight, a true delight! I'm Horace Slughorn, recently-hired as the Potions Professor and temporary Head of Slytherin for the term. Shall we go?"

Dumbledore just winked at Harry's confused expression. The note had asked for his help in getting this man to agree... what had he needed to be there for?

A few seconds later, the four of them, Slughorn after the others, popped into existence just outside the Weasleys' property line. A few seconds later, Slughorn was gone again, giving another wink to Harry and passing his eyes over Lilith.

Ah. That's why he agreed to it more easily than Dumbledore thought he would. Duh.

"Now, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore said quietly, leading Harry through the garden gate and toward the old broom-shed at the back of the Weasleys' impossibly-leaning, slanted, magical house, "A word, if you would. It is my wish that you- and I suppose your new friend- have a few private lessons with me, this year. Nothing too onerous- a night or two a month, at most, for a couple of hours. I believe it will help you in your struggle. If, of course, you still wish to be the one...?"

Harry didn't need to think to know who his Professor was referring to. "I do- I will. Just say when."

Dumbledore smiled. "Then, I have a few more accommodations to make this evening before I 'hit the hay', as they say. I believe you can make your way inside from here...? Ah... Miss Lilith, I hope you have some way of taming the shrew."

Then, with a growing laugh just splitting the white whiskers, Dumbledore was gone.

Harry turned, hand-in-hand with Lilith, to see the light streaming through the kitchen's back door double as it opened, then dim again as a slightly rotund, short figure blocked the door. "Harry? Is that y- it is! Why, come in dear! Professor Dumbledore told me you wouldn't- you- erm, who is your friend, Harry, dear?"

As he and Lilith stepped into the light, his feet faltered.

Mrs. Weasley, the kindest woman he'd ever met, the most like a mother.

He'd shagged her youngest son's girl (sort of). He'd shagged her baby girl.

How could he face her...?

But before he could chicken out, the matronly woman's arms folded around him, "Oh, never mind! Come in, come in!"

A few seconds later, he was seated at the wide kitchen table, Lilith beside him, while Mrs. Weasley placed a bowl of fresh onion soup before each of them. "Well, eat up. I was just waiting for Arthur- he's not quite home yet, so busy these days at the Ministry- but Albus said you wouldn't be here until morning! Your bed's made up, of course, but I haven't got a-"

"She's staying with me," Harry said quietly, "or with Ginny and Hermione. Either one- her choice."

He didn't say it with any equivocation. It was one, or the other.

And Mrs. Weasley swallowed, seeming a bit confused, but nodded, "Alright, then, the girls it is. I suppose we can bring the cot down from Charlie's room. I-" Then her eyes got a little misty, "I'm glad you're here, Harry."

He smiled, a little wanly, "Oh, uh- this is Lilith. Lilith, Mrs. Weasley- Ron's and Ginny's mum."

"A pleasure, dear, and any friend of Harry's is welcome in our home."

Privately, Harry wondered if that would be the case if Mrs. Weasley knew what Lilith was, but he didn't intend to let her find out. "Er... is Hermione here, yet?"

Mrs. Weasley, for some reason, frowned. "Yes... a couple of days, now. She and Ron have... well, I suppose you already know what they've been up to, thick as thieves, you three."

Harry blushed, "Er... not- not necessarily."

Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes, "Well- I'm not ashamed, precisely... but they're carrying on like- like newlyweds. If it wasn't plain they're meant for each other, I'd..."

Harry coughed, and even Lilith had to hide a smile behind her hand and spoon.

"They're-"

"Yes, dear, they are," Mrs. Weasley muttered, "two times a day, sometimes three. Caught them at it more times than I care to remember, and it's only been three days. Four now, I suppose. Mostly in his room, but... now I have to knock before I enter my own hen-house! At least Ginny's not been corrupted-"

Again, Harry coughed, he couldn't help it.

One of Mrs. Weasley's eyebrows rose as her hands started trembling around her teacup. "You... last year, then."

He nodded, not daring to look up at her, or even away from his soup, which was mostly untouched despite Mrs. Weasley's amazing cooking.

"Fourteen... she's not even fifteen yet," Mrs. Weasley said with a sigh, "I'm a failure as a mother..."

"No," Harry protested loudly, "You're an amazing mum! You- d'you know what happened? We were... I- they-"

Lilith's hand on Harry's arm calmed him quickly, and he took a deep breath, sending her a look of thanks before he took in a deep breath. "Mrs. Weasley, this is a war. We almost died. Afterward, we were in shock- relieved, I think- and we maybe all did things that were dumb in hindsight. But I don't regret it. I love your daughter. Ron loves Hermione, and she, him. I hope Ginny l- loves me."

He left the rest unsaid, at least.

"Of course she does, dear," Mrs. Weasley said, reaching across the table to pat his arm, too. "She has for years. Not just a little crush anymore, either, I'd wager. Harry... in some ways, I'm very upset at you, but I also- understand. But you must know, she's... sensitive. If you hurt my daughter, she will make you regret it, and far more than I ever could. So I'm not the Weasley to fear. Not even her father, or her brothers."

Harry swallowed, but nodded. "I've no intention of doing so."

Mrs. Weasley left it at that, and a few minutes later, when Arthur arrived home, the matter appeared dropped. And if her husband was a little distracted by the gorgeous blonde in his kitchen, the matron said nothing of it- at least, where Harry could hear.

But after he'd gone to bed, before Mrs. Weasley had, she had one more thing to say while holding him in a good-night hug, voice low and vaguely threatening, but still warm. "I don't want to catch you with my daughter. Do you understand me, Harry?"

"Y- Yes, Mrs. Weasley."

Don't let me catch you.

Words to live by.

Or perhaps die by.

In the end, rather than wake Ron (who likely wouldn't have been woken anyway), Harry had tried sleeping on the couch, but Mrs. Weasley had forgotten something and sent him upstairs anyway- the cot, which she floated into Ginny's room without waking her daughter or Hermione.

Of course, Lilith had a message for Harry before he reached the top-most landing. Hermione's not in here, it's just pillows and a wig, probably Transfigured. Just so you know. Ginny's randy, but asleep. I'll see you in the morning.

He was not, at least, surprised to see Hermione sprawled atop Ron, both without a top on, beneath the ginger's blankets. In the light of his wand, Harry thought they both looked happy, content.

With a smile, he drifted off to sleep.

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