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.
And thank you to all those who review, it really does encourage me to post the chapters sooner. :)
Enjoy- and Merry Christmas, or whatever holiday you choose to enjoy around this time of year!
Oh, and Futa warning, the first real one (it won't be the last). It's Lilith of course, but in future it won't just be limited to her.
Chap. 21: Familial Bonds
He awoke to the familiar feeling of lips on his. "Hello, Harry," Ginny's voice filtered into his mind, sounding a bit husky. "Stay quiet- the others are still asleep."
"Missed you," he murmured as quietly as he could, kissing back before opening his eyes. Slender hands fished beneath the blankets, into his boxers, and stroked his morning condition a few times before withdrawing.
"Your breath stinks, Potter. Mum wants some help in the kitchen, and I told her you knew more than I did. So I got sent for eggs, then you."
"Will we meet later?" he asked.
"Count on it. Mum knows about those two."
"And us," he replied, "I couldn't help it- I coughed and she guessed."
"Whatever," Ginny murmured, moving away, "Up you get."
"I am up, minx," he muttered, leaving her to giggle as she slipped out of her brother's room.
Once he was in the shower, he was less surprised than he might have been to be joined by Lilith, who had entered invisibly, back in her normal form. As had become something of a custom, she took over the process of washing him until he was good and clean, then let him bathe her, before she climbed up onto his shaft, until both were, for the time being, satisfied.
The Burrow, Harry had always felt, from his first visit, was the most truly magical home he'd ever seen. Everything about it, from the self-washing dishes to the laundry mangle, was moving, working, on its own, under the careful eye of Mrs. Weasley, who seemed a little red-eyed but chipper.
"Harry, Ginny tells me you've been holding out on me. You can cook?"
"Some," he admitted, "Eggs, bacon, hotcakes. Things like that. I can cook a steak, and some pastas, too. I've never cooked with magic, though."
"Well, it's easier, I think you'll find. Come on, let me show you the pantry real quick, that'll help."
Ginny set the table while he and Mrs. Weasley worked to prepare a traditional English, and by the time a freshly-showered Hermione, hair still up in a towel, joined them, they were setting the lot out. Arthur, in a hurry, dashed by, taking up a plate his wife had already prepared, and slamming a kiss onto her face before hurrying out the door, wand in one hand and plate in the other.
"Er... we made a lot," Harry said, "Where is everyone?"
Mrs. Weasley sighed, "Well, you know about Percy- he's still not apologized. Sooner or later, he'll be back."
"Git," Ginny muttered darkly, spearing a piece of sausage rather cruelly.
Hermione and the girl's mother both rolled their eyes, not bothering to protest.
"Charlie's in Romania catching up on some work, he'll be back next week. He's mostly here, now, helping with the Order. On a sabbatical, of sorts. Bill-"
"Bill's shagging Fleur," Ginny said with a grin, "and will be down shortly."
"Young lady! You are not too old for me to wash your mouth with soap!"
Ginny, though, only shrugged, nonplussed. "It's true- I'm not 'innocent', Mum. Haven't been since my first year, remember?"
"That's as may be," Mrs. Weasley growled, eyes glinting with fury, "But you will be polite about such things under my roof!"
"Yes, Mum," Ginny murmured, actually sounding truly chastened for once.
"But, unfortunately, my daughter is probably right," Mrs. Weasley said, "as they're now engaged. Remus was here the night before last, but he's back out with the Packs, trying to get them on our side, or at least some of them. Fred and George are sleeping in the flat over their shop, if you can believe it. Still here for dinner every night, or when they need laundry, of course."
The others all snickered.
"And Ron... well... Hermione would know better than me."
The brunette blushed furiously.
"He's, er... showering?"
"Come now, Hermione," Mrs. Weasley said with a frown, "I've caught you at it enough, and apparently Ginny and Harry have done it as well. It isn't as if you've truly been hiding it, you know? Besides- a mother knows."
The blush didn't fade, but she whispered, "He's... sleeping. We- we were up late."
"Shagging. Er, sorry, Mum."
"Ginny..."
Harry grinned, and cast his eyes around the table, "Merlin, I missed you lot."
"So... what are your plans for the day?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
Harry stretched out at the edge of the pond. Ron and Ginny were still out in it, but he and Hermione were both a little tired from their respective late nights (not having had the same lie-in Ron had), so the two of them were about five feet back from the edge of the water, lying on the grass beneath a willow tree.
Neither had spoken much, after breakfast, all through lunch. Harry felt as if a weight had settled between them, and he wanted rid of it, but... how to begin?
Ron leaned over to Ginny in the pond and whispered something. She glanced at the pair on the shore and laughed, whispering something back. A moment later, the two were splashing each other again, still laughing.
Lilith was off somewhere in Ottery St. Catchpole with Mrs. Weasley, doing some grocery shopping, before the matriarch would be heading to Headquarters for a meeting, and to cook dinner for the group there.
At least this time, he knew, she would be using Order funds.
Pay increase or not, the Weasleys couldn't afford to feed the entire Order.
Or at least, they shouldn't be expected to.
Of course, Mrs. Weasley had no idea that the 'responsible adult' that Lilith appeared as was anything but, and she'd asked the 'blonde' to watch over the 'children' while the rest of the adults were at the meeting.
But...
"Harry?"
"Hm?"
"I don't want to stop," Hermione said. "I've decided."
"I... huh?"
"I decided, last night. This morning, really. I... I love Ron. I love you. Like we had before was... better. One is enough- both is better. Is- is that still okay?"
"You're saying you still want to be with me, knowing you'll probably never be my only? That I'll sometimes shag in front of you, and it could be literally anyone?"
She nodded, then rolled a little to lay her head on his shoulder, "Yes. That's- exactly what I'm saying."
"Okay. Love you, Hermione."
"You, too."
"You want to shag now?"
"Mm... no. I want to sleep."
"Okay. Night."
Then, almost as if by magic, both were out.
Harry woke to rain.
Or, as he opened his eyes, a sunny day- and an arsehole of a best mate dripping water from his wrung-out t-shirt onto his face.
Next to him, Ginny was doing the same to Hermione, clad in her shorts and bra.
Both, of course, were laughing uproariously as their friends spluttered.
What followed was a very brief game of tag that ended with Harry atop Ginny and Hermione atop Ron, and all four teenagers breathing heavily.
Almost idly, as they looked at each other, Ginny said, "I don't want to watch my brother shag. But I'll watch a friend shag my best friend."
Ron blushed. "We're..."
Hermione groaned, one hand sliding to her chest. "I wasn't randy, but I am now. Thanks, Ginny."
"What about me?" Ron muttered, "I don't want to see my best mate tagging my little sister."
"Then don't," Ginny said just as casually as before, "think of him as tagging a sexy red-head. Pretend I'm Lilith, if you want."
"Er," Harry protested, not about that, "Your Mum...?"
"Mum knows."
Harry blinked. "How d'you-"
"She came out a bit ago, before you woke up," Ron said, "Told us to be back by dinner- and to be careful."
Still, they didn't move much, Harry straddling Ginny's torso, Hermione Ron's waist.
Except, with an almost manic grin, Ginny's hand slipped up Harry's lightly-furred leg and into his shorts from beneath, "Harry... is that a big cock in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?"
"It's a big cock," Hermione whispered, eyeing her friend's actions even while mirroring them with her own companion, "and he's very happy to see you."
Harry couldn't believe, sometimes, what his life had become.
Yet, as Hermione slid down Ron's legs to unzip the boy's worn cut-off jeans and free his own member, it felt strangely normal to watch her sink her lips onto it for a few seconds before pulling back with distaste. "That water isn't very tasty."
But it didn't stop her from going for more.
Ginny brought Harry's attention back to herself as she reached up to grab a fistful of his hair and pulled him down into a kiss, still stroking him through his shorts-leg, the other fumbling at the drawstring, then, once it was free, pulling the waistband out and down to free him completely with both hands.
Harry smiled, taking over. He rose back to his knees and walked forward a little, pushing his member beneath the strap of the bra between Ginny's small breasts and working himself up and down a bit. She was a little bigger than Lilith like this, and it was nice, but more about the eroticism of the act than pleasure for either of them.
"Ron, look," Hermione said, clearly watching them even while she slowly rode up and down the ginger's own erection.
He did, eyes widening briefly, "How come I never thought of that? I mean, there was that time with Lilith, but it never occurred to me to do it again."
Harry didn't think he realized, in that moment, that it was his sister's tits he was watching, though they were still bra-covered.
Harry rectified that quickly, not caring himself.
He hadn't gotten much of a look in the moonlight at the end of the term, but with the plain bra around her neck, hanging loosely, he could tell Ginny's nipples were small and pink, with only thumb-sized areola around the tips, but quite firm at the moment. He watched as she tweaked one, then the other, and opened her mouth to accept his head.
Ron groaned as it entered, turning his face back to the girl riding him. "Don't need to see that..."
But he didn't stop, and neither did they.
In fact, after a few minutes, Harry pulled off and rolled Ginny's shorts down to just one ankle, then the girl onto her side, fell in behind her, and slipped his cock into her folds.
"She's tiny compared to him," Hermione whispered.
Ron groaned again, and seemed unable to help himself from looking at where he and Ginny were joined.
The thatch of coppery hair, the glistening slit, Harry's dick splitting it wide- his sister's own pussy, one he hadn't seen since he'd hit puberty.
Charlie had been the one who'd made the mistake of walking in on her in the shower, once.
No one else had been that stupid, or they'd learned their lesson from him.
Now, though, Ginny didn't seem to care if Ron saw her, saw Harry filling her from behind, saw him maul one breast, then the other, the free hand lightly grasping her pale throat as she bounced against him.
Nor, Ginny found, did she care that her brother's own penis, longer but thinner than her own lover's, was spearing into her best friend not five feet away.
If they wanted to reach out a hand, the siblings could touch.
In fact, not only did Ginny not care...
"Watch me, Ron- Watch Harry get me pregnant."
Ron groaned, muttered, "Slag," then put his hands on Hermione's waist and looked back up at her, beginning to lift the girl several inches with each push of his hips.
The brunette squealed and almost fell, her still-wet hair flinging wildly as Ron rocked her, not at all gently, but she didn't tell him to stop.
"I can't, Gin," Harry murmured into her ear, still filling her two or more times a second, almost feverishly panting with the exertion, "I can't- not yet. Too young. Fuck, so tight, so good... On your tits."
"Yeess..." Ginny groaned, climaxing at his words.
But Harry still had plenty left, and barely slowed as her body shivered and went rigid. Her orgasm didn't really stop after that, not for over twenty minutes. Instead, it only entered blissful peaks and valleys as Harry shagged the hell out of her, stretched her, but each time as he came, pulled out to cover her, over and over, six times or more.
When he was finally satiated, his Pet was nearly unconscious, and Ron was, only barely half-erect, twitching in Hermione's mouth, the other girl limply suckling at him like a straw, pulling out the last bit.
That was when a naked Fleur Delacour, panting with ragged breath, stepped from the tree line.
"'Arry... fuck... fuck m- mee..."
Lilith was stunning, beautiful, captivating.
So was Fleur, and in almost the opposite way.
If the Succubus was a demon, then Fleur was an angel, light to Lilith's dark.
Yet...
Her legs dribbled with drying seminal fluid already, she was naked and scratched, luxurious hair plastered to her face, shoulders and back by sweat.
And her perfectly clear, sky-blue eyes were, at the moment, clouded by lust.
Her allure, whatever it was, hit him like a wave.
But Harry frowned, even as his penis- just recently finished again- woke back up.
"You love Bill, Fleur."
"Oui," she gasped, still staggering toward him, fingering herself with one hand while the other helped her stay upright against the trees.
"You don't really want me, right?"
"Non."
Another step, another tree.
"But- right now...?"
"Oui... please."
"Bill's... is he okay?"
"Asleep," the French half- (or quarter? Harry couldn't remember) Veela said haltingly, "I 'ave... worn 'im out."
Another tree. Just a few more steps and she, too, would be beneath the willow's boughs.
"Your friend, ze... wanton one... made me... made 'im, more... too much. Need more... a leetle more..."
Harry sighed, "And if I say yes... will you regret it? Will he?"
"Non, please..."
Another step.
She was in the shadows, now, but still seemed radiant in the summer light.
Harry shook his head, but said, "Alright."
There was no love in it, this time, as much as Harry wanted to please her.
Not a single straight wizard (and not a few of the less-so, or straight witches) in Hogwarts would have refused her two years ago, and Harry couldn't see himself doing so now. They were friends... and she clearly needed help, help he could provide.
Instead, as Fleur landed, one hand supporting her, against the willow's trunk, Harry stepped into her, lifting one of the woman's flexible legs over his shoulder- a position only Lilith had been able to mimic so far- and lanced into her, hard and fast.
"Gods, yes," Fleur gasped, "Fill me! Take me!"
Her breasts, Harry decided, while he started rutting at her, were just about perfect. Flawless in skin, everywhere, he knew (he'd suspected when he saw the swimsuit during the Second Task), and nearly so in form, but she was almost a little too perfect, and it was jarring, in a strangely fey way.
Yet, he wanted her badly- he had since they'd met, like everyone else- and now was his chance.
Not to take Fleur from Bill, not if they were in love. And he knew she'd at least been interested in the older Weasley since the Triwizard Tournament.
She needed help, and he could satisfy her- and she him.
After a few minutes, the other leg joined the first on his shoulder, both on the same side, and her back had begun to bleed form the bark, but he didn't stop until Fleur, folded in half, screamed his name at the top of her lungs, and gushed around him.
Harry could not pull out- he was holding her up, but if he moved that far back, she would fall.
He emptied, in more than ten long, strong, spurts, into Fleur's belly.
Slowly, as he calmed, he lowered her to the grass at the base of the tree.
And, sleepily, her eyes closed while his semen dribbled from between her legs.
He, too, eventually drifted off, unable to truly process what had just happened.
Eventually, Lilith came out to find them, after Mrs. Weasley had already left (with the excuse from Bill that he'd 'caught something', along with Fleur), and siphoned off her Master's seed from the traditional rival of her species.
This one, though... she would be useful. She'd already had friendly, and a bit more, feelings for her Master. True, once, she'd been in love with Bill Weasley.
Even that very morning.
But now things were different.
"Master," she said, crouching low and in her normal form for the time being, "It's time for dinner. Mrs. Weasley left you all plenty."
Groggily, he opened his eyes, already reaching for his shorts. "Er... what- shit. Fleur. Bill."
"Relax, Master," Lilith said quietly, "I'll take care of it. In fact, that's why she's here- I've started."
He frowned. "You... gave them some Fog, right? I think that's what she meant..."
Lilith nodded, speaking softer than him, "Yes- let your friends sleep for a minute while we talk."
He frowned. "You didn't need to make her do that..."
"No, Master, I did. Let me explain before you jump to conclusions, alright?"
Harry nodded reluctantly, continuing to dress, and transfiguring a blanket out of the sheet they'd had a picnic lunch on to cover Fleur with while she returned.
"We are from a different version of your reality, we've established this, yes?"
Harry nodded.
"So are they- Veela. Many of your 'fey' creatures are. Our plane and theirs even overlap, far more than this one does with either. Our races are enemies- have been for a long, long time. Since before there were humans on any world we know of aside from this one. We are similar, in many ways rivals. We'd have ended up killing each other if it came to blows- and with me dead, I couldn't feed, and you'd be in violation of contract, and vanish from this world. There goes your world. With me? Or if she was the one that died, you'd lose friends and allies."
Slowly, he nodded again.
"So, yes, I had to resolve the situation without conflict. Fortunately, she was already heavily involved in her former lover's pleasure, and it was relatively easy to dose them both. Once he was physically unable to continue, she, reasonably, turned to the nearest virile man- you. You were the last one in the area that could satisfy her, and you did."
"Yes, but- why? Why ruin their relationship?"
"I didn't, necessarily," Lilith said, sitting on the grass and starting to stroke Fleur's hair, which was starting to dry, "they could still be happy together. He'll never really satisfy her again, and she'll stray if they do, but they can still be happy. He does know what she is, after all, and expects it even. It's... sort of like expecting me to be with only you. I could. I don't really want to."
"On the other hand," the Succubus continued, "this way, she adds her not-inconsiderable strength directly to you, instead of indirectly. You'll need to Bond her for that to be a done deal, but she'll serve you without it, I think."
"She doesn't feel like home, though," Harry said softly, "It was amazing- I loved it- but it's not the same."
"Is that because you think of her as his? Or because you don't want to take her from him? Because neither of those is true anymore, even if it was when you shagged her."
"I... I don't know."
"Neither do I, Master," the Succubus said, "But I have a good idea. Just out of curiosity, how long were you planning on staying here?"
Harry frowned. "Um... a few days, I still want to visit my godfather. Why?"
"Because despite her protestations about the upcoming nuptials between this one and her old lover, Mrs. Weasley may- may- be more upset that her first prospect of grandchildren has ended than that you lot are 'involved'."
Harry paled.
As it turned out, no, Mrs. Weasley did not care overly much that Bill was heartbroken after Fleur had promptly ended things between them after waking.
That she had walked in on Hermione being mounted by Harry, and the next day her youngest son while Ginny watched, was a bit much.
So Fleur had, temporarily, gone home to be with her family in this time of heartbreak (a week at most, she had assured Harry, then back to England to support the Order, and him). They hadn't actually talked much... in fact, as far as he could recall, his spoken words to Fleur over the next two days had basically been, "Faster, harder, lower, deeper," while hers were along the lines of, "Yes, yes, yes!"
Ginny, too, had been most accommodating, and between her, Hermione on occasion, and Fleur, even Lilith was seeing a decrease in her time with Harry.
Not that she minded, for Ron was there, too, and Harry was no longer hesitant to share the Succubus with his best mate.
Still, it was with a rather somber expression after he'd repacked to visit Sirius (a day earlier than planned) that he and Lilith, again as Lilian, had sat Mrs. Weasley down and told her the truth. At least, the truth about the Succubus, and his relationship(s)- non-traditional as they were- with Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and the demoness herself.
He didn't mention any voyeurism on the part of the siblings, though, and stayed carefully away from the subject, just in case.
In the end, Mrs. Weasley had pulled Harry into a rather teary hug, told him she'd see him next summer at the latest, and given a most curt nod to 'Lilian', before shaking Hermione's hand (rather tightly, making the younger girl wince), and sending those three on their way.
Her own children, of course, would not be visiting 'that rogue' without being under her watchful eye.
And through the Floo they went, using the phrase, "The Kennel," to the house Sirius had purchased after reaching his majority with money loaned by Harry's grandparents.
Harry sprawled out onto a thick, shag carpet in deep violet in the gaudiest living room he could have imagined- straight out of the 70's.
And there, as first 'Lilian' and then Hermione stepped far more gracefully than he from the fire, was a laughing Sirius Orion Black.
"I'll never get over that- your Mum was the same way," the older wizard guffawed, "James was good at it, though... maybe you'll pick it up. Eventually."
But as Harry hugged his godfather, long and hard, the old wizard tightened. "Wh- Why, hello. I don't believe we've met, Miss...?"
"Vergot," 'Lilian' said happily, offering a hand, which Sirius took and grazed his lips against, "You may call me Lilian, or Lilith, as you prefer. But I'm afraid you'll need to empty your mind of those thoughts- I'm Harry's girl."
Sirius froze, half-upright, eyes locked on Lilian's bountiful chest. "Er..."
Then it was his and Hermione's turn to laugh.
Eventually, after a brief tour, the girls settled in for a nap. It had been a long morning, what with the discussion with Mrs. Weasley, and Harry sat down to have a chat with his father's oldest friend.
"So, Harry... bit old for you, yeah?"
"She's a Succubus."
"Ha, good one. No, really, how'd you bag her? She's gorgeous."
"No, really, she's a Succubus."
"Come on, Prongslet-"
"No- really. Ritual, Contract, and all."
After a few seconds, there was a long, low whistle. Then, Sirius got up, poured himself a glass of brandy from the nearby cabinet, poured another for Harry, slammed both back, and refilled both before sitting back down next to his godson on the couch.
"You're serious."
"No, you're Sirius."
"Clever," the older wizard muttered, "Haven't heard that one before."
"But yes," Harry murmured, "I've been honest. So far, Dumbledore, Mrs. Weasley, and you are the only adults that know."
"So basically, everyone but Remus and maybe Arthur with some responsibility for you, yeah?"
Harry nodded.
Again, Sirius let out a low, long whistle. "I tried, once. Couldn't get the ritual right- too distracted by the girl going down on me, I guess."
Harry's look of incredulity could have melted glass, but Sirius only grinned, "No, really. Marlene McKinnon. Looker, easy back then- heard she's a bit uptight, now, but I don't see her much. Still in the Order. She... lost a kid, in the last war. Might've been mine."
The last words were delivered quietly, but Sirius didn't give him much time to process it. "I don't know, of course- people were getting around a fair bit back then, you know. 'Might die tonight' sort of thing. Could've been, though. Hell, I bagged- never mind."
Harry said nothing, and Sirius did not elaborate. Eventually, though, the long-haired wizard said, "So, a Succubus. Really. How's that working out for you? Good in bed?"
Harry finally mastered the art of raising just one eyebrow, and Sirius laughed.
"I missed you, Pup. Come on, tell me the details! Man up!"
"I don't shag and tell," Harry muttered.
Hermione, from the kitchen, called, "Liar!" then giggled as she drew a glass of water and went back upstairs.
His godfather kept needling him, and, with the aid of the brandy (which burned his throat with each sip, but wasn't bad), Harry told Sirius everything.
This time, for real, everything. Except the best details, which is what Sirius wanted to hear.
Payback's a bitch.
Two days later, the Prophet had a new headline: Sirius Black Exonerated!
The article was short and to the point, with an emphasis on how he'd never been tried, and the recent evidence that linked Peter Pettigrew's existence to Voldemort's being spotted in the Ministry of Magic.
After reading it, Sirius had pointed Harry toward a short stack of papers on one of the side-tables in the gaudy living room, which had more, dating back a few weeks.
New Minister for Magic Elected!
Fudge to Resign!
Umbridge Trial rocks Ministry of Magic! Indictments abound!
And so on, and so forth, twelve in all, at least one a week since summer had started.
Harry had gone up to bed that night, on the eve of his birthday, with a humongous smile. That very day, they'd started the foster process at the Ministry.
He would not have to see the Dursleys again, and after a Floo-call from Professor Dumbledore, that seemed certain.
Harry had barely been outside the suburban home in the Muggle neighborhood his godfather had been living at, and didn't make it out that night, either.
The smile widened as he entered the room with a king-sized bed his godfather had designated as "Prongslet's Thicket".
The room was dimly lit at night, wide and spacious, with its own fireplace and a few wizarding portraits, each with its own curtain- Harry had basically left them closed since he'd been introduced to them his first day there. The two wide windows, as well, were heavily curtained at night, allowing the warm sun in during the day.
Hermione was nude aside from a blindfold, and tied with silk ribbons a few inches thick to the various bedposts. The only other occupant of the room was Lilith, who 'wore' what looked like shiny black vinyl and held a crop in one hand, her own favorite dildo (she now owned three of various shapes and sizes) in the other. The vinyl suit was all-but painted on, and it covered her from mid-neck to her toes, but left very little of the currently voluptuous Succubus' curvy form to the imagination, not even the slit of her groin, or the puckering nipples.
"Master," Lilith cooed as he entered, "I've been waiting."
"Er... I didn't know, sorry," he said, already moving to take off his shirt. Lilith, though, smacked him across the chest as soon as it was around his head with the end of the crop. "Naughty- this isn't your present, Master. It's mine. Your birthday's tomorrow, remember?"
He laughed- the crop had stung for a brief moment, but hadn't hurt. Still, he pulled the shirt free and reached behind himself to lock the door. "Really, Pet... well, I suppose you've earned a treat. What did you have in mind?"
"This one," Lilith gestured with the large purple dildo, which wiggled a bit in her hand, "has told me she'll allow me to please her, and she's agreed to the methods I choose- so long as she's able to give you your present tomorrow."
"I see. And where do I fit in?"
Lilith grinned, pointing now with the crop to the desk chair, which had been pulled to face the bed a few feet away, the fireplace behind it about ten feet back. "There, Master. Stay there. If you get up, I'll have to tie you up, and you can't pleasure yourself that way."
Harry grunted. Rubbing one out wasn't how he'd wanted to spend the evening... but it might be fun.
He watched, shucking his clothes quickly, and sat down while Lilith started talking solely to Hermione. "You agreed to this, right?"
"Yes," Hermione whispered.
"You want to enjoy it?"
"Y- Yes."
"You know I'm a girl, right? It's naughty for girls to fuck other girls."
"Y- Yes," Hermione said again, this time even quieter.
"Your friend's watching, sees you open and eager. You want him to fuck you? Or do you want... me?"
Hermione squirmed on the bed, twisting slightly, but there was very little give in the ties. "I... I want b- both."
"Not tonight, love," Lilith cooed, "Tonight, you're all mine. Harry- our Master- has tasked me with training you to please a woman. If you pay attention and work hard, I'll enjoy it- and if I do, you will, too. Does that sound alright?"
Again, Hermione's body twisted, her breasts shaking, but she nodded.
Without warning, the crop slashed across Hermione's stomach, leaving a soft welt. The girl yelped, her back arching upward as if seeking more pain, then fell back as she panted. "If you're naughty," Lilith said casually, "You'll feel that. If you're a good girl..."
Next, she trailed the dildo down between Hermione's heaving breasts, across the welt, and down to her crotch, where she twisted and wiggled it into the dripping slit.
Again, Harry could feel Hermione's arousal as a palpable thing, beyond even the hyper-sensitivity to the smells of it.
Like he had with Fleur too, he realized now.
And Ginny.
"Do you want it inside you?"
"M... yes...?"
She did not sound very sure, and Harry couldn't blame her. Lilith enjoyed having her little girl's body stretched wide by the massive thing, which was far bigger around than him- nearly as big as the widest part of his forearm.
The crop slashed down again, "You're naughty if you want this big, thick thing inside you."
Hermione whimpered.
"Naughty-" slash, "girls," whish, "need- punishing."
The last two were softer, but flew with unerring accuracy across each of Hermione's outstretched nipples.
She cried out again, arching upward once more.
Harry's cock strained in his hand- he didn't enjoy seeing Hermione hurt.
But fuck, that was hot. Her reaction, if nothing else.
The loss of control...
The control Lilith had.
He started stroking, lightly.
The crop was set aside, briefly, while Lilith climbed up onto the bed, and put the tip of the dildo into her own pussy, then against Hermione's lips. "Pretend that's Master's cock," Lilith whispered.
Slowly, Hermione licked around the tip, then opened as wide as she could. Only the head slipped in, but still, Hermione coughed. Lilith did not remove it, though, until Hermione relaxed a little. "There, that's a good girl. Good girl..."
Small hands fell to Hermione's chest, pushing the breasts together, squeezing and kneading softly for a few seconds, then with one hand she pulled the dildo out, reaching down to insert it fully, this time, into her own hole with a sigh. Despite the size, in her older body it slipped in strangely easily, though Harry could see the Succubus' folds warping wildly to accept it. "Did you like the flavor, Pet?"
Hermione didn't answer.
With a frown, Lilith picked up the crop again, then dropped it with a smirk. Instead, she leaned down and took a nipple into her mouth- and bit it.
Hard.
She bounced, laughing, as Hermione's body pushed her upward as she writhed, but did not let go for three full seconds.
At once, Lilith turned, pushing one, two, then three fingers into Hermione's gaping cunt, twisting and pulling against her g-spot rapidly.
Hermione grunted, gasping, mouth and eyes beneath the blindfold gaping as her hips spasmed suddenly.
In just ten seconds, she squirted across the room. Lilith kept going for five more, then pulled her fingers free and shoved them into Hermione's mouth, right against her tongue. "Taste it, slut," she whispered, using her other hand to force the girl's mouth closed on her fingers, "taste your own cum. It's good, right? I love the flavor, personally. Master does, too. Like honey."
Harry's hand moved faster.
When Lilith pulled out, Hermione gasped, "I... I suppose I- it's not bad."
Lilith squirmed a little, showing Harry her pert arse and pussy stretched by the purple rubber, then reached back to pull it out, dripping, and shoved it, too, into Hermione's mouth forcefully. "And this? Clean it!"
Again, Hermione choked, but her tongue moved, and while it did, Lilith's hand went back to work on the human's pussy.
Just as she started to squirt again, Lilith removed the dildo and tossed it to the bed. "How's that flavor?"
"B- Bubblegum?"
"That's what Master says," Lilith grins, "I think so, too. You like it, don't you?"
"Y- yes... I do."
"Good, you'll get more later. Now... cum for Master. He's watching you- let go."
The fingers plunged in again, and with one hand on her nipples, too, Hermione squirted for the third time, half-way across the room, shrieking in ecstasy.
Once that one, too, had started to calm, Lilith straddled Hermione's head, facing Harry, with a smile. "Now, Pet... you've been mostly good so far. So it's time for you to get a treat."
Then she lowered herself onto Hermione's face.
Harry knew Hermione had performed cunnilingus only twice before, both times on Lilith. Her lack of experience showed, but the Succubus still sighed in pleasure as the larger girl's tongue went to work on her sensitive folds. With Lilith holding them open with one hand, while the free one working on Hermione's tits, Harry continued to stroke himself, feeling a surprisingly pleasant orgasm approaching, if slowly.
Then Lilith brought the crop down directly across Hermione's twat, and she screamed again, this time arching her hips into the air.
The moment her rear hit the bed again, though, Lilith was there, expert lips and tongue dancing across the injured folds, pulling on the hooded clit, and otherwise teaching Hermione exactly how it was done.
Her whimper of pain quickly turned to a groan of pleasure, and the witch's oral efforts redoubled.
"My clit, Hermione," Lilith groaned after Hermione had had another orgasm, her fourth. "Focus on it- suck it. Suck it like you sucked Master's and Ron's cocks."
Lilith arched slightly, and he watched as that very organ grew slightly, Lilith sending him a wink. "Trust me, Master... please."
After she shuddered into a climax of her own after a few more minutes, Lilith backed away, walking backward on her knees to sit above Hermione's head. Then her wings grew visible, and she floated upward, alighting on her feet next to the bed. "Now... now I have another present for you. Figure it out, slut... wait for it..."
But Lilith turned to him, and he watched, a little queasy but still transfixed as, just above the clitoris itself, a penis erupted into view, slowly at first, but then growing full and large and erect in just seconds once it had appeared.
And it rivalled his own in size, though it was smoother, almost artificial-looking, though Harry could tell at a glance it was functional- it throbbed and pulsed with Lilith's racing heart.
He looked up past it to the Succubus' face. This is close to my real one, Master... I have both. Always have. I'll explain more later. If you want me to. I can get rid of it and never show you again, if you want.
Harry silently shook his head and mouthed, "Fuck her."
Lilith blew him a kiss and a wink, then turned, bending to line her penis up with Hermione's clenched hand, rubbing it along the girl's extremity without using her own. "You know what that is, Pet... you know what to do."
Hermione's hand twisted in the silken loop, and she started stroking eagerly. "Gods, Harry, you're so hard," she whispered.
And he was, but...
"I'm over here."
The hand fell still. "R- Ron?"
"Nope," he murmured.
"S- S-Sirius?"
"Nope."
Lilith took Hermione's hand in hers and started it moving again, grinning as she did, then let go. The hand kept moving, and Hermione's body squirmed again, in either anticipation or nerves. Both, probably.
The crop dragged lightly, this time, over and around each of the human's nipples, down between her breasts, then back up, grazing the underside of one, across her throat, and down the other before reaching the hair between her legs.
"Do you want this-" she flexed her dick, "-in there?"
Hesitantly, Hermione nodded.
"Say it, Hermione," Harry added, hand working himself furiously, the other now cupping his balls, too.
"I want this cock in me," Hermione whispered, "whoever it is. It's big..."
It was, Harry knew. Not quite as big as his, but close. Not that it mattered, he highly suspected Lilith could change that, too. Comparing was pointless.
"Stop stroking it then, slut," Lilith whispered.
Reluctantly, Hermione did.
But Lilith didn't do what the other girl wanted. Instead, she moved back up to her head, facing Harry, and angled the erection downward, the top crossing over Hermione's nose and the blindfold, and brushing her lips. "You know what to do.. Like Ron said- Show Harry how well you can suck a dick."
That Lilith had mimicked Ron's voice perfectly only made the moment better.
Hermione shuddered and writhed, but obediently opened her mouth.
She could only take a few inches at first, but after rising up on her knees a bit and leaning forward, Lilith sank inch after inch into her mouth and down Hermione's throat, until her head hung just above the human girl's groin, and her stomach rested on Hermione's chin.
"Shit," Harry muttered, feeling that same orgasm close rapidly. Seeing the Succubus' clearly female form with a very male-looking member (though he thought he saw her pussy there as well, as if her clit had transformed into the dick) was strange, but he had to admit is was very arousing as well. Watching her violate his girlfriend's throat like that had him very on-edge, too.
Lilith looked sideways, sending him a lusty wink, then pulled out until only her head was in again, then went back down. In, out, five, ten more times.
The last time, she came out slowly, her body shaking.
Fuck, almost came- she's so good. It's almost freaky, how good she is for a human.
Harry could only send, "I know," back.
"That was pretty good, slut," Lilith said, floating back up to stand next to the bed once more, but this time at the foot, facing Hermione's crotch. "But Master's randy, and you haven't gotten him off, yet."
Left unsaid was that it was hard when tied up, but... no one said a slut's lot was easy.
The crop came down again, just a few times, not terribly hard, on the front of Hermione's thighs.
Her arms, on the inside upper part.
The underside of each breast, where they were most sensitive.
Then, with another glance toward Harry as she moved, Lilith climbed back up onto the bed, and put her phallus against Hermione's entrance.
Harry asked, "Do you want it, Hermione? That big strange cock?"
"Y- Yes, H- Harry."
"Do you know whose it is?"
That one was Lilith.
This time, Hermione shook her head.
"Oh... Master, will you pull the blindfold off, for me?"
With a grin, Harry obeyed, pressing a quick kiss, eyes filled with the same love he saw reflected in Hermione's, to the girl's mouth as he pulled away, then remained standing next to the bed for a better view of the action, his hand still stroking himself.
Only then did Hermione look down.
Her eyes widened just as Lilith pushed in, and in.
This time, her scream was not one of pain.
Shit, that is pretty hot, Harry admitted to himself while his climax rapidly built.
He'd seen some of Dudley's porn- he favored girl on girl- where they used strap-on dildos.
This was almost like that, Lilith's heavy breasts shaking up and down, Hermione's back and forth as they bucked together, only it was real, and there wasn't a strap around Lilith's waist.
Undeniably sexy to him, in other words, not that he'd expected otherwise by this point.
But he couldn't stay still.
He stepped back, reminding Lilith that he was mostly keeping his promise- he'd stay out of it- but moved the chair to be by the girls' feet, watching as Lilith stretched out Hermione, as the girl's flesh warped and weaved, was pulled out and pushed back in by the throbbing member.
Harry noted, as he started to grunt, that he could still see all of Lilith's quite functional cunt, too- but next time.
"Where, Hermione?" Lilith murmured, just as Harry's vision started to shimmer. "I can't make you pregnant."
"I- In me! I love it so much!"
Harry had a close-up view as Lilith's girl-cock pulsed over and over, swelling and receding, as what must have been an ungodly amount of cum flooded into Hermione, pushing out past the same swollen member to run out onto the bedspread.
As it did, Harry's own dick leapt in his hands, and he sprayed over Lilith's round arse, her back, and pussy, and got just a little over the small Succubus' head onto Hermione's lip.
He collapsed back onto the chair, chest heaving, and watched as the Succubus' dick shrunk, then disappeared, leaving the hole unplugged, and obscene levels of white goo to flood out.
Goo that Lilith wasted no time in licking back up, sucking it all back into her mouth with a satisfied grin and belch.
A few minutes later, exhausted and worn out, all three fell asleep atop the covers. At least Harry had remembered to untie Hermione.
Once again, he woke to having his morning wood worked. This time, he could tell it was not orally.
Instead, Harry opened his eyes to see Hermione riding him in a reverse position, back arched against him, held up by a fluttering, flying Lilith, who worked her own cock, smaller now, in and out of Hermione's mouth. "Good morning, Master," the Succubus said, tone sultry, "your Pet's warmed up, if you can't tell."
Harry groaned, feeling himself already about to explode.
Still, he forced himself out and slid to the side, allowing Hermione to flop onto the bed, eyes seeking him out in complaint even while she kept trying to inhale Lilith's now... what, five-inch erection?
Something fitting her small size, anyway.
"Don't stop," he ordered them both, but bodily lifted Hermione by the shoulders so her head hung off the edge of the bed, as it had the first time she'd swapped between him and Ron.
Then, with a wink at Lilith, he shoved his dick inside Hermione's mouth, too.
Like with Ron, he felt a moment of queasiness at having another penis so close to his, but it passed quickly- penis or not, this was Lilith, his Pet.
Both scissored in and out for a few seconds while Hermione gagged, but Harry was already close, and didn't pull away until he'd filled Hermione's throat with his seed.
He staggered back afterward, still hard, and pulled Lilith away by the waist, holding her up. "Swallow, Hermione, then breath. Lilith- keep it, for now."
He didn't know what the difference was, really. He should still be a bit sick- felt like he wanted to be, in a way, but he was also so very randy...
After Hermione had caught her breath, he forced Lilith, squirming, down onto his cock, moving her body up and down with only the strength of his arms while Hermione watched from below. He heard and almost saw the small penis slapping against Lilith's stomach, but after a few minutes, he moved forward again and, hesitating only briefly, took the alien member in his hand and aimed it at Hermione's mouth again.
She opened eagerly, eyes wide, to receive it, hands now moving furiously on her own pussy, three fingers inside and the other on her clit, while Lilith's hands moved to cover both girls' tits.
Harry groaned- he could feel each time Lilith flexed her cock, because it pulled on her own vagina, and it was thrilling to know that he was fucking her, his Pet, into Hermione's mouth.
And he could still hear Hermione's breathing, so there was no reason to stop.
This time, Lilith came first, groaning and twitching into Hermione's mouth, but Harry filled the little twat with his seed a moment later, pulling back before she could absorb it to let the white goo drip into Hermione's waiting mouth, which she swallowed eagerly.
Weakly, he fell back to the bed, panting.
"Happy birthday, Harry," Hermione said around his cum, gargling it and then swallowing once more.
"I agree, happy birthday, Master."
"So far, it has been," he chuckled, "I need a shower, though- and the loo."
Both girls were gone when he came out of his very own ensuite (Sirius had apparently given him the master bath, but his own bedroom had a smaller one, too), though he could somehow sense both nearby.
And... hungry? But that was dissipating.
He dressed quickly, heading downstairs in an unsurprisingly chipper mood.
"Remus! Hi, Tonks!"
Both of the Order members had 'volunteered' as 'Order Security' on Harry's birthday, since Sirius had planned a Muggle excursion until about four, to the big tourist spots along the Thames, from 10 Downing Street to the Westminster Abbey, and along the amusement parks that seemed to cover the South Bank.
Harry was suitably beat by the time they returned to the Kennel.
But the surprises were not over.
A series of letters, some owls still waiting for return word, were nesting around the living room when they returned. Some had packages, wrapped mostly.
"Er... birthday gifts?" Sirius supplied with a shrug, joining Tonks and Remus- who seemed to be together, somehow, despite studiously avoiding each other's company- in checking the lot for hexes, traps, poisons, or what-have-you.
After a few seconds of watching their movements and words, Hermione joined in.
Some of the letters bore names like "Greengrass", or "Parkinson", or "Carrow."
Yet, none of them, to the surprise of the majority of the adults, were trapped.
Sirius, though, was not. "It's not proper," he admitted, "I just checked out of courtesy. It's Harry's sixteenth. His 'coming out', if he were a muggle girl of high society. You know, like giving a wizard a watch on the same birthday? Speaking of, Harry, yours is upstairs- but don't worry, I got you a real present, too. Most of these are old families, they wouldn't besmirch their names by attacking him that way. They are probably honest gifts."
Harry was a little more cautious. Remus and Tonks didn't know the whole story yet, though Sirius knew about his arrangement with Daphne and the times he'd spent with Pansy- even the worst of it.
Still, if he thought it was okay...
Harry shrugged, and sat down on the couch, pulling the nearest package to him.
Clothes. A little bit of manly jewelry, including a watch from, of all people, Cornelius Fudge ("Just in case you don't get another, Harry- no hard feelings?" - Yeah, right).
A dagger, silvered, with an emerald adorning the pommel and crossguard, some nine inches long. Remus frowned, and for the first time, Harry was sure when Tonks took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sure whoever sent it didn't mean anything personal by it, Remus," she murmured.
Harry still quickly tucked it well away, out of his uncle-figure's sight, before moving on.
The Carrow sisters- 'acting on behalf of their family'- had sent him something Hermione thought was a bit gauche, but that Sirius assured her was actually fairly traditional- a voucher for Harry and 'his chosen' to have their portraits, a pair of them, made at any point in the future, up to a century hence.
"Also worth a fair bit, those," Tonks informed the group, "Mum said hers and dad's cost upwards of two hundred Galleons each. Donno what it was in pounds, but it's steep. Nice gift, really, if a bit... neutral."
Pansy had pointedly not mentioned her family. In fact, she hadn't given Harry much- just a list of some books he 'might purchase and enjoy'. That the first was titled, Wizarding Genealogy: Nature's Nobility was a clue, and Sirius scoffed. "If you want to read that garbage, that's on you," his godfather had muttered after glancing at the list, "I've got a copy at Headquarters you can have- and good riddance to it. The rest of that- wait... wait a second. The Kama Sutra? Ha! Hahahaha!"
The very last book was, indeed, the Kama Sutra.
A book even sheltered Harry had heard of.
Hermione blushed.
Tonks did, too.
Remus started laughing, and a moment later, so did 'Lilian'.
But Harry was the most red-faced, and he quickly stuffed the letter away.
Neville, too, had sent him something: a collection of correspondence between their respective parents (copies, in the case of Neville's originals, and the originals of Harry's). Fifty or more letters.
Harry's eyes watered, making it hard to read the note, Thanks, Harry. You know why. Life is grand, yeah? We should enjoy it while we can. You never know when it'll be too late. Oh, it worked. Thanks. Really. Don't make it weird.
It was unsigned, but Harry didn't need another autograph from one of his best friends.
Instead, he only smiled and tucked that note away in his shirt pocket.
The last gifts were, ironically, both from Greengrasses.
The first, a man named Cyrus and presumably his wife, Ophelia. The package was small, wrapped in a deep green, almost black, with flecks of gold. The note was short, too, but inside the package itself a longer note was folded tightly, inside a box no more than two inches to a side. The first note read only, Mr. Harry Potter, on his sixteenth birthday.
The second was a bit more in-depth, and Harry made sure only Lilith was behind him before he started reading, just in case.
Mr. Harry Potter,
Tradition dictates that members of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, those extant families responsible for forming our modern government and nation, recognize when a member of any family achieves their sixteenth year. As such, we present to you, as a family, this gift. Furthermore, we have a request. This is not traditional, but we believe you will understand the need once, or if, you have opened our daughter's package. The contents inside the package are restorable with a simple engorgement charm, which any available of-age witch or wizard may perform for you. Please do not open it unless you are in private, however. The matters contained therein do not concern others outside of our family, and yours.
Yours,
Cyrus and Ophelia Greengrass.
The problem was... "I trust all of you," he said quietly, then held out the package to Sirius, who was closest.
The moment the package was touched by Sirius' wand-tip, Harry yanked his hand away.
It was a good thing, too. Otherwise, it would have been crushed beneath a rather large, steel-bound trunk.
"Er... that's not what I expected," Harry said into the silence of the room.
"Open it, Harry," Hermione urged, smiling faintly, but clearly nervous, with wand in hand.
Slowly, he reached over and undid the clasp, then lifted the lid.
He gasped, nearly dropping the lid.
Inside was a girl.
One he recognized: Astoria Greengrass, Daphne's younger sister.
Her skin was blue, her lips darker, and a chill mist slipped from the box.
But even as they watched, the girl started to shiver, the box glowing red for a few seconds, until her eyes opened.
Then she blinked, looking around. "You're- I'm not at home. You aren't Death Eaters."
Harry shook his head.
"Oh, thank the gods," the girl, no older than fourteen and likely younger, sighed. "Potter, then?"
This time, he nodded.
Slowly, hands trembling and visibly weak, the girl started to rise from where she'd been crouched in an almost fetal position, and put a hand on the edge of the trunk to stabilize herself while she stood.
She was clad only in a housecoat, but it was tight and revealed little, though Hermione quickly dashed upstairs to get her more.
Harry, too, leapt to his feet and offered his hand, which the younger girl gingerly took as she stepped out of the box. "Thank you, Mr. Potter," the girl said softly, looking around. "Presumably, you are... Sirius Orion Black. Which makes you- of course I know you, Professor Lupin. And... Ms... Tonks? Daughter of Andromeda Bl- er..."
"Tonks," the metamorph said, a bit frostily, "Her name is Tonks- same's mine. Yeah, that's me."
The girl nodded, "My apologies. I... I'm not a big believer in my parents' philosophies. I can't believe they actually agreed to this... But when I heard what you'd done for my sister, Mr. Potter, I had to try. Have you read her letter, yet?"
Just then, Hermione returned, carrying two more voluminous, less sheer bathrobes, and she first draped them both around Astoria's shoulders, then helped her tie them- clearly, she was still freezing, not to mention a bit less... exposed.
"Please, do. I'm Astoria, by the way. Astoria Greengrass. You're... Hermione Granger? Thank you."
"Don't mention it," Hermione said with a faint smile.
"And... I'm sorry, ma'am," Astoria turned to 'Lilian', "I don't recognize you. I honestly expected to see only Weasleys, and these two. Maybe Professor Dumbledore."
Lilith smiled, "Don't worry about it, dear. Are you still cold?"
Astoria nodded, shivering, and rubbed her hands together. "Yes, but it's passing. We had to do it that way- I'd have suffocated otherwise. It's your birthday, right, Harry?"
Harry nodded.
"So it's been close to a week in the trunk. I... I can't believe it worked. I can't believe they agreed."
"Agreed to what, exactly?" Sirius asked, clearly still suspicious. Underaged or not, his wand was in-hand behind the girl.
"This," Astoria gestured, at the trunk, herself, then everyone around. "At getting me out. Daphne... please, Mr. Potter, read her letter. Quickly."
"She's not going to pop out like an icicle, is she...?" Harry asked, actually worried that she would say yes.
Or no, depending on how you looked at it.
"No," Astoria giggled, "She's safe with- others. J- Just read it, p-please."
Her teeth were starting to chatter.
"Tea," Hermione said, dashing back into the kitchen, joined a moment later by Remus, who knew where everything in Sirius' house was.
Harry read while it was prepared, and both Tonks and Sirius, along with Lilith, shared several strange looks across the room.
Mr. Potter,
Harry. I'm sorry about the- other package, if it's there. My parents are a bit... less agreeable than I am to listen to reason and hear your side of things. I've done it, we're- all of us, for now- at Millicent's betrothal home. Her parents have agreed to let her have it, with a few stipulations we can live with. Take care of my sister until I see you next, please. She's... delicate. Sickly. A curse rests on her. A Blood Maledict, to be precise. There's no magic our family has seen in generations that can cure her. No, I don't have it- once a generation. That's why there's so few boys, it usually shows up there. It's why our family has struggled to stay alive. Why we sided with the Dark Lord- he offered hope.
False hope, it turns out. My parents can't back out- they're Marked.
But I'm not, and Astoria's not.
My pledge was true, for her.
If there's any hope left, it's with the Light.
I don't know what you can do. Probably nothing. But we had to try. I hope I've convinced them, and they did actually send my sister, not some curse. If you can't help... at least she'll be safer with you, than as some prize for the likes of Greg or Vincent to paw over. I'd appreciate you not using your 'wiles' on her, though. She's my baby sister.
Unfortunately, I don't know how we'll meet up until the Train, if then. We don't dare leave the house, because we're being watched. We have to Apparate away- none of us are licensed yet- to get this out. Hope it works, and we make it back in one piece.
If I don't... it was fun, sort of.
-Greengrass
P.S. You'd better not back out, Potter.
Harry ran a hand through suddenly-frazzled hair. "Well. That's... a little more than I expected, but..."
He handed the note to Hermione, since Lilith had read it over his shoulder.
Astoria grinned, sipping at the tea, but mostly clutching the cup to her chest with both white hands. "She's cool, huh?"
"Cool... frigid, maybe," Hermione muttered.
"No, I'm the frigid one," Astoria said with a faint grin.
Everyone in the room, even Sirius, groaned.
By seven, Harry had Floo-called the Weasleys to tell them he and Hermione wouldn't be able to come for his birthday cake there, but asked if they could postpone till the next day. When asked why, Sirius had butted his head in, "Oh, something came up. You'll see tomorrow, I expect. I really am sorry, but it's unexpected. Toodles!"
Then he'd cancelled the call, leaving Harry hunched beneath him with his head in the abruptly-cold fireplace.
Astoria, after she'd finished the tea, was given a warm dinner cooked up by Remus and Harry (who insisted), then led up to to take a warm, then a hot, bath.
Eventually, she was put to bed in "Lilian's" guest room.
Sirius, after all, knew everything, and Remus and Tonks would find out soon if they didn't already.
That Remus and Tonks were sharing "Hermione's" guest room, according to Sirius, told Harry that his suspicions were true- and confirmed Remus', too.
The package that Daphne had sent?
A present for Harry, in a way, but that was a single roll of official-looking parchment, with her signature at the bottom and a spot of blood, and a place for both of his. A contract.
For... his children, and hers. Theirs.
Shit... she's really serious, Harry thought. But he didn't let anyone but Lilith see it. For now.
All questions were put off with 'later'.
The rest of his gifts were a bit more mundane. Another trunk, shrunken, this time containing a selection- a small selection, according to the dark-haired younger girl- of her clothes and things from home, which Harry was happy to cart up to the other guest room while she bathed.
Late that night, after two rounds of love-making (one for each girl present, Harry thought was quite fair), and the rest of the house was quite asleep according to the Succubus, the three of them talked, slowly drifting off in the case of the humans.
"Are you going to add her, too, then?" Hermione asked.
"Astoria? I wasn't planning on it," Harry said with a snort.
"And yet..." Lilith grinned into the darkness, amusement evident in her voice.
Harry wiped his face, "Can we drop it? I don't ask for girls to jump at me. Most of the time. It's not my fault."
"You Contracted, Master," Lilith reminded him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "She's interested... but emotionally and mentally unready. She thinks you're cute, that's all, and quite nice so far. You've little to worry about, yet, Hermione. With time... who knows. I can see the thing, though, the 'blood malediction'. Sense it, really. It's definitely there, eating away at her on a genetic level. A few years, maybe. She might see... what, thirty years old at the outside? Without help, anyway."
"But what help is there?" Harry asked.
"Who knows," Hermione asked, "I'm not a Healer. I doubt even Healer Tonks would be able to tell us anything. St. Mungo's would be the first place they checked. And probably often."
Little more was said as they drifted into dreams.
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