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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Chap. 24: Rail-road Railing

Without the Weasleys' presence to slow him down, Harry, after his customary morning blow-job on waking and sex in the shower, was fed, dressed, packed, and ready to Floo to King's Cross by ten in the morning.

Sirius, now a free man, was happy to take the opportunity to build on the cheer from his earlier visit to Diagon Alley and fulfill his godfatherly duties at the same time, in seeing Harry off.

More-so, it was a chance for him to ogle the new identity Lilith was adopting for the school year.

"Lyra Sendai," a half-Japanese, half-American girl with soft brown hair, almost golden brown eyes, and a figure that sat almost perfectly in the middle between how Harry preferred Lilith, and how Ron did.

A girl wearing the school uniform of her old school, in the 'States', but who had brought Hogwarts ones to change into on the train, with all the appropriate paperwork.

Paperwork which... "Shit," Harry muttered, "I forgot to tell Dumbledore you were coming this year as a student."

"Relax, Pup," Sirius said with a yawn, still sipping his morning coffee as he reached for the Floo powder-box, "I talked to him the other day and mentioned it. He said it would be fine, that arrangements would be made. Seemed to have assumed you'd want something like that. I don't know what he's planning, but you know how hard he is to surprise."

Indeed, Harry did. In his recollection, the only time he'd really seen it was when he'd told the aged wizard that he'd summoned Lilith in the first place.

Twenty minutes later, with not a few stares in both his and the 'stranger's' direction, Harry gave Sirius a final hug (and so did 'Lyra', who 'thanked him for his generous hosting of her family'), and climbed aboard the Hogwarts Express.

Moving down the train as quickly as he could through the press of students, Lyra trailing behind him with his shrunken trunk in one pocket and her 'normal-sized' trunk (filled with actual clothes and things) held between them, Harry passed compartment after compartment, until he found a few familiar faces.

"Hey, Neville, Luna- d'you mind if we sit here?"

Hermione and Ron, of course, were attending the Prefect's Meeting again, while Ginny was, no doubt, hanging out with her year-mate friends, not having seen much of them over the summer. Hannah and Susan, he expected, would be along at some point, but he didn't really expect either soon.

He, too, would, for the first time ever, be 'making the rounds' while on the way to school.

There were a few compartments he wanted to visit... or needed to.

''Course not, Harry," his friend said with a broad smile, "You don't mind, do you, Luna?"

"No, I don't mind," the spacey blonde said, looking closely at Lyra, "It's nice to see you again, Lady of Dreams."

"And you, Childe of the Moon," Lyra replied with a soft, gentle smile, "And you, Mr... Longbottom, wasn't it?"

"Er, yeah," Neville said, "That's me. Um... have we met?"

"No," Harry chuckled, glancing up and down the hall and shutting the door behind them before hoisting her and then his trunk (still small) up to the luggage rack, "She's just being funny, or trying to be. It's Lilith. The one who... you know, was invisible?"

Neville turned scarlet, but did not respond aside from swallowing.

Luna, though, turned her attention at that statement from the pretty form of the Succubus to Harry, "She's the one who started blowing him to get him ready for Hannah Abbot?"

Neville was not the only one who spluttered; Harry did, too. "How- how d'you know about-" Neville began, before realizing that was incriminating of itself.

"I had a dream about it," Luna said spacily, reaching into her backpack and pulling out a well-worn journal, "Professor Trelawney seems to really enjoy my dream journal, because I'm getting O's in all of them that I write down."

She handed it to Neville, who opened and read a few lines, then slammed it shut, his face darker still. "That's- that's... er..."

"That night? Yes, I recorded it as accurately as I could. It was a fun dream. I almost wish it'd been me doing it, though I think you might've panicked."

Harry couldn't help it. The expression on Neville's face, a strange combination of horrified, aroused and flabbergasted, made him crack up.

He was still laughing when Lilith tugged him down onto the seat next to her, across from Neville and Luna. "It's not that funny," 'Lyra' said, "but yes, I... have been sending you those dreams. You should know, though, that this year I'm not 'Lady of Dreams' unless you want to confuse people. I'm going by Lyra, Lyra Sendai, and we just met on the train today."

"Okay," Luna said agreeably, "As long as we all know the truth. Will you continue sending me dreams? I quite enjoy them, and what comes after."

"Oh, I think I will," Lyra said with a wink towards both her and Harry.

Neville, who hadn't moved much in several seconds, put the journal carefully between him and Luna, quite closed, and reached into his own bag for a Herbology periodical, and started to read, or at least pretend to.

A few minutes later, Ginny stuck her head in the door, said 'hi', and left again, followed in quick succession by most of the remaining members of the D.A. still at school. They were still coming by in fits and spurts when the train started moving. Harry chanced a glance outside, but he couldn't see Sirius, though he did wave at Mrs. Weasley, who seemed a little teary as she waved back.

Two students left at Hogwarts, now, and he knew Ginny was in her fifth year. Three more to go, and she was done sending her children away.

As the train gathered speed, Susan and Hannah joined them in the compartment, the latter sitting cheerfully next to her boyfriend while introductions were made, then quickly falling asleep on his shoulder before they'd left London proper, and the former sitting awkwardly next to Harry in silence, with her arms folded in her lap.

"Yes, I've been staying with Harry and his godfather the last few days," Lyra explained, "My parents are here for the term on business, but they had to go back to finish up some things back home. Friends of his godfather, I guess, they seem to know each other pretty well. I'm from Colorado, and sixteen, like you all, right? What's your name again? Sorry, I don't remember them well."

"Erm- S- Susan, Susan Bones," the shy red-head said, tentatively taking the exuberant 'yank's' hand and giving it a small shake, "I- I think Luna's fifteen, since she's a fifth-year this year, but the rest are sixteen."

"Cool," Lyra said, and suddenly began talking a mile a minute about 'back home', how the mountains were snow-capped for eight months of the year, how they were talking about legalizing 'weed', whatever that was, and whatever else. Harry, honestly, couldn't follow half of it.

So, when he saw Daphne Greengrass look pointedly at him through the compartment window as she and Tracey Davis passed, he excused himself, "Making the rounds," and left the compartment.

He found them, the same eight that had been at Millicent's, in a compartment of their own, obviously expanded but still crowded. Corvus Montague and Cassius Warrington, though, quickly got up and left, the former in a bit of a huff, the latter to 'guard the door from any of Malfoy's cronies hanging about, while you lot discuss sensitive things'.

"Er, I just stopped to say hi," Harry said as the door shut behind the large Slytherin, "I didn't really..."

"Sit," Pansy said, gesturing at the now very empty bench, with only Millicent tucked (as she could) into the corner by the window, while Pansy, Tracey, and Daphne all occupied the other bench.

"Alright, geez," Harry said a bit testily.

"Now," the olive-skinned girl began, "We- Daphne and I- have talked things out between us, and have decided that we are alright sharing you between us. We-"

"Er, no," Harry held up a hand, "Not you two. Or, not- not just you two. Also, I don't and won't have a 'schedule' if that's what you're thinking."

He didn't miss the scrap of parchment in Daphne's handbag being forced down inside, though the girl did so as subtly as she probably could.

"Here's how it works," he continued, "If you want a 'rendezvous', ask me. Don't hint, just ask. If I don't already have plans, I'm fine with it, as long as we can be discrete, and it's not a trap. You ever try and trap me, and you'll find out why the Carrow sisters lost an aunt and uncle, and why Voldemort was so mad after the Ministry."

Daphne sniffed, "We are not your enemy, Potter. Have you learned nothing? If we wanted to get at you, we would have already."

"I know," he said quietly, "and I apologize, I do think that was- unwarranted. But sometimes old habits die hard, I'm sure you understand. We've had nothing but- amicable dealings, and I expect that will continue. Nonetheless, however. No schedules, you're all aware that you can't and won't be my only partners."

Pansy nodded, clearly reluctantly.

Daphne seemed entirely uncaring, one way or the other.

Tracey gave nothing away behind her wide glasses, only watched him impassively, as she seemed to do a lot of when he was present.

"We have a little more information, as discussed previously," Daphne offered after a few moments, pulling a different stack of parchment from her bag and handing it over, "which I expect you can make use of."

Harry nodded, "Thanks. Sirius took the last bunch straight to Dumbledore after he and I looked through it the next day. He told me- Sirius did- that Dumbledore also agreed to as much protection as he can give you, too. Which, frankly, is more than I can by a long margin."

Daphne nodded. "I will- be making a few requests this year, just so that you are aware. Requests for- as you say- a rendezvous."

Her tone was flat and passive, despite the subject matter implied, which made Harry's eyes roll a bit. "Okay, that's fine, as I said- just get me a discrete message in some way, and I'll see what I can do."

"I, too, will want your attention on... infrequent evenings," Pansy said, "And yes, I can be 'discrete' in my messages."

"Alright, then. If that's all...?"

"Wait," Tracey said suddenly.

Harry froze, half-upright, then sat back down. "Yes, Miss Davis?"

"I would also like to lose my virginity this year, and I would prefer that it was to you."

Harry swallowed- the girl might be shy, but she was blunt as could be when she did speak. "I... okay. May I ask why the urgency?"

"A contract," she replied at once, "that my parents arranged. I wish to devalue myself to the point where my betrothed's family no longer wishes to continue the arrangement. As such, I will also be making several requests throughout the year."

"I... I see."

"She means," Millie added, looking up from her book, "she will likely be sleeping around a bit with blokes. If she's 'trashy', or a slag, then her worth goes down as a bride."

Harry frowned, "That's... horrible."

"But the way it is," Daphne said.

Pansy and Tracey both nodded along.

"Alright... okay," Harry agreed with a sigh, "If that's what you want. I even... I know a few blokes that would be willing, probably, and they're nice guys. You wouldn't have to worry about being treated badly. D'you want me to ask them?"

"That would be appreciated," Tracey answered, "The prospects of being 'treated well' in Slytherin are rather slim, and most of those are taken."

"That's... I can do that, then. Just- just give the word."

"Now, if that is acceptable," the slight girl asked, "I would like to get it over with and send my parents the owl informing them of my sullied status as soon as possible."

Harry looked at the other girls in the compartment, who each were looking back at him, gauging his reaction carefully. "Uh... that's... a bit sudden, isn't it?"

Tracey shrugged, "Perhaps. I trust my friends, and they trust you. I wish them to be present in some fashion, because I love them. If that makes you uncomfortable, we can wait and be alone, but I would prefer here, now, with them."

"I..."

"You aren't shagging me right now," Daphne muttered, "nor Pansy, I think. Just her. There's only so much time."

Harry nodded. "I... alright. I... I guess we can do it now. Er... never performed for an audience before. Not like this, anyway."

"Do we make you nervous, Potter?"

"Yes, Pansy, you do," Harry muttered, but pulled out his wand and aimed it at the door, casting several spells to ensure they wouldn't be disturbed- not even if Malfoy came to call. Teaching the D.A. had taught him a lot.

"How would you like to begin?" Tracey asked woodenly.

"Erm... traditionally, the- one of us would, um," Harry began nervously, "by, uh... k- kissing, or kissing while disrobing the other, or... something like that."

"I see, disrobing does make sense," the girl said, then stood and immediately pulled her jumper and the shirt beneath it over her head, then continued with her skirt and then panties, until she was clad only in her socks and Mary Janes.

"Er..."

Harry was shocked.

Her figure was almost identical to Lilith's, and it caused an immediate reaction, though the space between her legs was covered by a fine, thick patch of curly brown hair the exact shade as that of her head.

While he admired her, feeling a not-small increase in blood flow to his nether regions, Tracey adjusted her round glasses. "Am I that unattractive to you?"

"N- No," Harry stammered, "I just... you look like... someone else I know. Physically, you're almost exactly her figure, that's all. It surprised me. But no, I don't find- find you unattractive. You're very pretty."

"I am not as developed as Pansy or Daphne," Tracey said, gesturing at her chest, "Do not most men find larger breasts attractive?"

Harry actually smiled, "Honestly, most men find any breasts attractive, in my experience. Lots of them prefer them larger, but I like them in all shapes and sizes. My friend- the one you look like- is one of my favorite lovers."

That he'd been able to say that casually might have indicated to someone who'd known him for a long time just how much Harry Potter had changed in the last six months, but he noticed no such thing.

"Anyway," he murmured, glancing at the others, who were still mostly watching his reactions (though Daphne occasionally eyed her mostly-nude lover, too), "we- again, normally there would be kissing, but I'm assuming you don't want to kiss me, especially not with-"

"I would like to, actually," the petite girl interrupted, "I would like to compare."

"Oh. W- Well, if that's alright with...?"

The blonde responded to his unfinished question with a shrug, "I don't care who she kisses. She's going to be doing more than that, apparently. I still love her."

"Okay. Then- then I guess I'll s- sit, so it's not so..."

He did, and at his gesture, Tracey stepped between his legs, a bit mechanically, almost like she was the robot she sometimes talked like. Gently, Harry put his hands on either side of her waist, helping her position herself. Standing, she was just a little taller than him sitting, so for once he had to angle his face up.

A spark, almost-real as far as Harry could tell, passed from her to him, or maybe the other way around, as their lips touched, and he jumped.

He had expected wooden, barely-there motions, if anything, a very passive touching of lips.

But Tracey Davis did no such thing.

The moment their mouths met, her slender hands circled his neck, and her tongue delved into his mouth, searching and seeking, dueling with his own, running along its sides and his teeth, and even pulling his own into her mouth, before pulling away a little to nibble on his lower lip.

When she pulled away, hands still around his neck at the back, Harry was panting, and his jeans were straining with his now fully-grown erection.

"Mm," Tracey pronounced, "You are well-trained, and an adequate kisser. You may also kiss Daphne when you make love. She is superior, however, in her passion."

Harry coughed, embarrassed, "I, er... am normally more... involved. You caught me by surprise."

"I see," Tracey said, but did not move. "What is the next step?"

"Well... I... look, can I ask you something?"

Tracey nodded.

"D- D'you want me to like, as you put it, 'make love' to you, or do you want me to pleasure you and shag you, and be done? Are we... are we planning on ten minutes? Twenty? An hour?"

"I believe a shorter encounter is better suited to the situation," the girl said, "But I am not averse to enjoying myself."

"Okay," Harry said quietly, "then... this is something I've never tried, really, but I think it'll work, since you're... ready. For this part, anyway."

He stood up, "Lay- well, sit."

She did, occupying his position, then he knelt between her legs, bodily shifting her with hands and arms under her thighs until Tracey sat at the very edge of the seat. "I am skipping a few key steps," he reminded her (and, he hoped, Pansy and Daphne would understand that, too), "and just focusing on you. This might only take a few minutes, but I want you to tell me where I'm doing better and what's not as good for you."

Tracey nodded, eyes watching his face.

Slowly, Harry started running his hands, like he had with Lilith the night before, up the girl's legs from her ankles, skipping around the obvious erogenous zone of her groin, and up her sides and stomach, again going around the budding- or small-budded- breasts, down her arms, and then back up the outside to her neck, getting closer and closer.

As he reached the top of the girl's head, taking note of places she shivered or squirmed (there weren't many), Harry pressed his forehead to hers, then bent in for another kiss, one where he started with gentle nibbles on her lips, instead.

Then he moved down with his mouth, around her neck, up to the right earlobe to nibble a bit more, then down to her chest, massaging lightly and mostly with just his thumbs, before dipping down to suckle there for a few minutes, and leave a trailing line of kisses down her stomach.

Once his chin touched pubic hair, though, Harry looked over his shoulder. "May I?"

Daphne's hand held a nipple between two fingers through her cardigan, and her other was between her legs, but she nodded, not taking her eyes off her lover.

Pansy, too, was visibly aroused- peaks showing through her blouse and bra- but she was not doing anything about it. Millicent, in turn, seemed a bit turned on from her place next to Harry, but kept looking at the book she was reading. Not that he'd heard a page turn in several minutes.

His green eyes locked next on Tracey's, and she nodded, too.

With his hands splayed over her thighs, Harry used his thumbs to spread the nether lips gently, and leaned in for first a deep, slow sniff, and then a taste. Ras- no... Mulberry. Slightly fermented mulberry.

After a few seconds of exploring her folds with his tongue, Harry pushed in with his right index finger, curling it quickly upward to find her g-spot, and stroking it lightly but quickly.

"Nng..."

It was the first sound of actual pleasure or passion the quiet girl had made, and it thrilled Harry to hear it, to hear her losing some of that tight control.

"Again, I'm sorry if this is too abrupt, but we are on a time limit."

This was said with her pubes tickling his mouth, but Harry didn't care- he found it too erotic to. Slowly, he slipped another finger in, and still working the top of her vagina just behind the girl's clit, he set to on the miniscule nubbin with his lips and tongue.

Just twenty seconds in, she grunted and thrust her hips against his face, drenching his chin and the first part of his shirt, before forcing his head away with both hands.

As he landed, hard, on his rump, Daphne gasped, "Wow! I didn't know you could- wow..."

While Tracey caught her breath, Harry grinned, inordinately proud of himself. "It's my experience that a good number of women can, when properly stimulated. If you'd like, I'll show you how."

"Don't get full of yourself, Potter," Daphne growled, "But yeah, you have to show me how. I've never seen her orgasm that fast or hard."

A bit awkwardly now that he remembered he had an audience, Harry fished his erection out of his jeans. "Last chance to say no."

"I will not say no," Tracey said, still breathing very rapidly.

Harry was amazed to see just how wide he was compared to her. The space between the girl's legs was perhaps an inch and a half, and his Succubus-enlarged erection was almost a full half-inch wider.

"Lilith," he thought quickly "Help with pain?"

Her response was swift, but not what he wanted to hear, "You can please her, Master, I have faith in your skills. She knows it will hurt, and wants it anyway. Besides... Hannah's teasing Neville something fierce, and it's making Susan blush, too."

"Sorry, this will hurt," he murmured, then pushed in very, very slowly.

To distract himself from the primal need to claim her as his own, to rut away at the tight, virginal channel as if he would die in minutes, Harry watched her stretch and stretch to accommodate his girth, watched the way her face shifted into a powerful grimace.

"It- you're right," Tracey said after he paused, "it did hurt."

"Dear," Pansy said quietly, "He's barely even in, yet."

But Harry could already feel the taut membrane he was now familiar with at his tip- she was not going to hold him all, no way. But this was what she wanted. So, before she could take in a breath to comment- he hadn't silenced the compartment against screams- he pushed past it with both hands on her hips to hold her steady.

There was no scream, though, only a powerful, long grunt, followed by a child-like whimper.

Again, he felt something at his tip, but he was only about three-quarters inside, apparently having fully bottomed out in the small girl.

There's a difference in their figure after all. Lilith can take all of me, easily.

"I'm sorry," Harry muttered again, leaning low, trying to stay as still as possible below the hips, to kiss away the tears that ran from Tracey's clenched eyes, wiping at the rest with the pads of his thumbs. "I know... it won't hurt like that again, not ever."

After a few minutes of torture (for both of them), Harry started on her chest again with one hand, the other moving down to make slow, lazy circles over her mons and clitoris, hoping to bring back some small semblance of pleasure through the pain.

"Move, Potter," Daphne said, "Move, get your rocks off, and get out of her. It's hurting her."

"I know," Harry practically growled, unsurprised to find tears in his own eyes, "But if I help her stretch now, it won't be as bad later. I don't want to hurt her again. Better- better to get it over with now."

"He's right," Pansy said when the blonde drew in a sharp breath to retort, "It hurt me, too, the first time, and I wasn't a v- virgin then. But the second was much better."

How come it didn't hurt Daphne very much, then...?

This time, Lilith answered in his mind, "She had a smaller hymen and a naturally wider channel, that's all. And you weren't as big then, if you recall."

Still, Harry was having a hard time remaining still, not that his erection was fading at all. If anything, holding back was making it worse, and it was starting to both ache and throb on its own. So Harry pulled out, just a little, and eased back in, less than a half-inch.

Tracey winced, but said after he'd bottomed out again, "That... that wasn't so bad. You- you can do that more."

Slowly, very slowly, Harry did, gradually increasing the motion until he was pulling his blood-slicked cock out of her to the base of the head, and pushing back in until just before he bottomed out again, occasionally going just beyond that point.

She was very tight, painfully so, which made Harry's endurance seem to last longer- it didn't feel quite as good as he'd expected- but the blood was a good lubricant, and warm, and even though he knew she was Daphne's girl...

She was still, in some strange way, home. Not in the same way as Ginny, Hermione, or even Lilith, but... home. Like... almost like the Weasley's, rather than what he guessed his parents' home had been like.

Not his home, but a home, one where he was welcome.

A second-hand home, maybe.

That realization pushed him to the edge, even as Tracey seemed to truly be enjoying it again. "I'm getting close," he assured her, "It's almost over."

He was about to pull out when he felt Daphne's chest press against his back, surrounding his neck, and her arms drop across his chest. "Inside," she whispered.

He tried to pull out, since he hadn't asked Tracey and she hadn't said anything, but as a powerful climax crashed over Harry, Daphne's body locked him in place with her stomach and knees on his rear, and he grunted while he spilled deeply against what he suspected was Tracey's cervix.

Then, as he pulled away, grunting with how tight Tracey still was against his overly-sensitive erection, Daphne did something else he didn't expect: she turned him to the side, kissed him deeply but briefly, and lowered herself onto her own knees to take him into her mouth, licking him in a Lilith-like way, clean of all the fluids and blood, even down the bottom of his sack.

Then, she pushed him away further, licking at Tracey, too, gently opening her folds to clean the girl, at least on the outside and as far as her tongue would reach, of the white- and pink foamy mixture that dribbled and oozed out of the smaller girl.

Harry watched, dumbstruck, while she did so, but while Pansy and Millicent were both watching openly, raptly, neither said anything.

Until, at least, Daphne finished and Tracey had apparently had another small orgasm, no one in the compartment did.

Then the blonde stood, straightening her robes and skirt and turned to Harry, "That was part of a ritual, Potter- Harry. Thank you for helping us complete it. I didn't mean to deceive you- it wasn't my intention to even do it until just then. But as far as 'witch's witches' go- like Tracey and I- there are things we can do with our magics, our virginal blood, that are useful for certain spells, and I... I couldn't pass up the opportunity to get some of it. Because now I have some of her essence inside me in a way I wouldn't be able to get any other way."

"And mine?"

She nodded, a bit sheepishly, and sat down next to her still-panting lover, pulling a small hand between her own, "Yes, and yours. I hope you don't mind."

Harry shook his head, "No, I... telling me before hand wouldn't hurt my feelings in future, though."

Daphne smirked, "I haven't got any more lovers for you to deflower in front of me, sorry."

"Er, yeah... about that..."

Harry rubbed the back of his head, still embarrassed, then tucked his half-erect manhood back into his jeans a little painfully, "This... what was the point of the witnesses, or whatever?"

"None, magically," Pansy replied, "Tracey... was attacked, once. She prefers not to be around just men. They didn't get far, thanks to the three of us, but it still makes her nervous, that's all. She wanted us close to help her feel safer."

"I feel safe with him," Tracey admitted sleepily, "He is for me."

Not 'the one for me', or 'mine', just 'for me'.

Harry didn't know what that meant, or why she'd used those particular words.

Nor, it seemed, did the others, because Daphne and Pansy both shared a confused look.

Only Millicent, who was still 'reading' quietly, understood, though. She'd felt a similar sense from a certain someone during a certain orgy atop the Astronomy Tower. It was why they were now in a relationship, one she'd never have considered before that.

But she said nothing, content to let things play out as they would.

"Er, I should probably get going," Harry said, glancing at his watch. It was past one already, and the snack trolley had probably already passed, unable to get into the compartment.

"Yes," Pansy agreed, "but we should get Tracey clothed, first. Are you okay to move?"

"No," the small girl groaned, but forced herself to sit up anyway, then stagger up and across the compartment to pick up her discarded shirt.

Harry waited, politely turned away, while she slowly dressed, then turned to give each a nod before putting his handle on the door.

"Harry," Tracey's soft voice stopped him, "I wanted to thank you. So... thank you. For being kind, and gentle, and being my first. I feel that I chose wisely. If I did not disappoint you with my inexperience, I would be happy to have further encounters when I am healed."

Harry swallowed. This time, he didn't look at the others in the room to see what they thought. "I... I am happy to have your company whenever you wish, Tracey. You did not disappoint, and I look forward to truly showing you what a man can be like."

She smiled, a small, thin thing, but the first he'd ever seen on the girl's face.

It was pretty, he decided, as he slipped through the door.

He stopped at several more compartments over the next hour, his libido gradually decreasing from 'raging inferno' back to its normal 'large bonfire' as he greeted each of the D.A. members that he saw, a few more than once, and stopped to chat with a few younger students that he didn't know as well from other houses, and even a couple in Gryffindor, friends, he supposed, of Ginny's that he'd never actually talked to.

Harry even waved as he passed his own compartment near the back, smiling as he saw Hermione and Ron present, the latter, along with Ginny now, telling some story that must have involved Quidditch, since both their hands danced and intertwined as if they were mirroring broom movements, while the others listened and laughed.

He was just about to finish the last compartment of the last car when a pair of strong hands passed through what must have been an illusion of the luggage-car door, and pulled him inside by the arm.

Even as danger-honed as he was, Harry didn't have time to do more than yelp before a hand closed around his wand before he could touch it, and another covered his mouth.

If it hadn't been for the large breasts that pressed into his chest, Harry would have started to panic, but whoever had pulled him into the dark space didn't assault him further, aside from with their mouth on his.

A rather husky, female voice said into his ear, "I heard from a friend that you like to have fun in dark places, like broom closets. So I'm here for my turn."

This voice, unlike Hannah's the previous year, was not modulated, only masked by what was probably intentional mimicry of someone else's tones. "So here's the deal," the voice continued, "I'll go down on you if you want. If you had fun, you go down on me. If we both enjoy that, we can shag later."

Slowly, the hand relaxed on his mouth, letting him reply. "And if I guess who you are...?"

"Changes nothing," the girl said quickly, "Just takes some of the fun out of the game."

"Game... you're just in this for a romp, then? Nothing... meaningful?"

"No," she giggled, the hand that had been on his mouth moving down to fondle his balls through his jeans, "just some fun fucking, having a good time, no strings attached."

"Mm. Okay," Harry replied quietly, "but I get to cast a few spells- for security, first."

She debated for a few seconds, then let go of his wand, "Alright."

He withdrew it slowly so he didn't alarm her, and cast about, "Homenum Revelio. Disapparatus Confundus. Obscurus Relevatuum."

Nothing in the compartment lit up blue besides the vague outline of a curvy figure a bit shorter than him. Anyone Apparating in or out of the compartment for the next hour would be splinched, and rather badly. And nothing showed up as being hidden or invisible.

In other words...

"Just us," he confirmed, "So... you said you wanted to go first?"

"Mm, hmm," the girl said, still huskily, "I heard you had a big wand, but I want to confirm for my- oh Merlin, that slag wasn't kidding."

She'd fished him out while talking, and her earlier action on his balls had him erect the moment he had the space to swell.

In the dark, he felt her push him back against his chest, and feel around a bit. "Gods above and below," she gasped, "It's past your belly-button."

"By about an inch, yeah," Harry confirmed, "Too much?"

"Gods, no," the mystery girl gasped, "Perfect."

Then she sank to her knees, angling him down as she went.

"That's a good girl," Harry found himself murmuring as she went down on him. Whoever it was was certainly eager, and had probably done it before, but couldn't get more than a third of him down her mouth before she began to gag.

After a few minutes of trying, she pulled off of him and gasped, "I can't do it. I..."

"D'you want me to help?" he asked, voice low.

She didn't say anything for a second, then, "H- How...?"

"I know a few tricks from my friends," he answered, "though one is a bit... rough."

"Rough? I... I like the sound of that," the girl admitted. "Tell you what- we can alter the deal. Be rough. If I'm still having fun when you finish, and I've got no bruises or marks to get either of us in trouble, we can go right to the shagging next time."

Harry smiled. It wasn't normally his thing, but the sense of power and command he'd had when forcing Pansy to do things, or ordering Lilith around was not something he didn't enjoy, either. And this girl, whoever she was, was asking for it, quite literally. "Scoot back- the wall's right there, right?"

He'd only poked his head into the luggage cars once, in his third year, but he vaguely recalled a narrow hallway on either side before the car widened back up, which held shelves that opened into the middle of the car and had closed doors for smaller items.

She did as he'd said, and Harry, pants around his ankles, walked carefully toward her, hands fumbling for her head. Once he found it, Harry gently slid them down to massage the tender flesh of her throat and below her jaw for a few seconds. "This should help you relax. If it's too much, tap me. It's only too much if you're going to vomit. Gagging is alright."

"O- Okay," the girl said, voice still low but now audibly nervous, "What are you going to-"

He pushed into her mouth, filling it with as much as she could take.

She choked and gagged at once, but aside from a reflexive push against his waist with her hands, she didn't fight him.

"Good girl," he said softly, encouragingly, still massaging below her jawline with one hand, which transmitted interesting sensations to him through her tongue, while the other moved to the top and back of her head. "Here's a bit more..."

He pushed in another inch, able to feel every detail as her uvula scraped against his sensitive head, then another, until his thick cap moved past the back of her mouth and into the girl's throat with a soft, almost inaudible pop. "Still okay? Good."

He didn't wait for her to think about it- that would be worse, he expected.

Instead, he eased in more, and more.

Then, as he started to get pushed downward by the back of the girl's hot, moist throat, she gagged again, and tapped him, hard.

Harry pulled back, but only so that, with another popping sound, his head was back in her mouth. "Good girl- you almost had it all. I only know two girls that can take all of it, you're pretty good at this."

She pushed him out and asked, gasping, "How- how many girls do you know who've done this, Harry?"

He grinned- another clue, someone comfortable enough to call him by his first name. Probably a Gryffindor, since most of those he knew from other houses were further up the train.

"More than a few, I lost track. Now, open wide..."

She did, and he entered again, this time sliding along her tongue and popping himself against both cheeks a few times for the variance of sensation, before he pushed past and into her throat again, this time without warning.

She gagged again, and tapped once, but didn't tap again when he held himself there. "Let it go... relax. Just let it fill you, it's alright. You can still breathe? Nod if you can."

She took one breath, and he felt a wash of cool air pass his cock-head, then hot again as she exhaled.

"Good, good. I'm going in more- try and relax."

This time, he wasn't slow, though he didn't go in hard, either. Instead, he set a pace he knew Hermione could have handled, about a half-inch per second, easing in with a steady pressure.

Then he felt her nose against his pubic hair, and paused again for a few seconds before easing out, throwing his head back at how her throat convulsed around him. "Gods... that's good. One more try," he whispered, still with his head in her mouth, and eased in again before she could fully catch her breath.

This time, he didn't stop until his arms shook with the strain of holding her against him, the girl's nose buried deeply into his stomach so she couldn't breathe that way, either.

After a few seconds, she started to panic for air, and tapped him repeatedly, so Harry obligingly pulled out completely, to give her jaw a chance to rest.

When the coughing girl had caught her breath, he sank to his knees, feeling for her face, and kissing her deeply, though with only a little tongue, and running his hands down her neck to feel around her chest. Round and full, heavy, but not really large. Larger than average, and with an amazing firmness and shape, but not like Lilith's huge globes had been the night before. That narrowed it down further. "Are you having fun, still?"

She coughed, voice actually scratchy from the abuse he'd put her throat through, but said, "Ye- yeah. Gods, that's hot. I feel like a cheap Knockturn Alley whore."

"Maybe you are, for all I know," Harry grinned into the darkness, and rose back up. "Are you ready for me to use you like one?"

She girl shivered before him, knocking against his knees, and he felt her reach for his cock with her mouth. "Ready," she said, and started licking him while he lined back up.

Once his head was back inside her, he resumed holding the girl by the jaw and back of her head, and pushed in, faster than before, less gently, until he was fully sheathed again. This time, the whole length of him- about nine inches, according to Lilith- took about five seconds.

Then he pulled half-way out, and back in, and out, and in...

Soon, he was rutting at her face with abandon, giving the wanton girl just enough time to gasp for air past his head before closing off her ability to breath again, not quite heedless of her state, but not caring overly much.

Even Hermione, by far the best human girl he knew at giving fellatio, couldn't do that, she had to have air.

This girl didn't seem to need much, though, or didn't care if she started getting a little fuzzy.

Maybe she couldn't see herself getting tunnel-vision in the darkness?

Harry didn't know, and didn't care. She'd asked for it rough.

But as his climax approached, he yanked himself out, and pulled the girl to her feet by the armpits.

She was limp, but still breathing. "Sh- shit," she panted breathlessly, allowing him to hold her up for a few seconds, "That was... more than I expected, Harry."

"But you liked it, right?"

She nodded, leaning in to kiss him, this time. "Yeah, I sure as hell did. You can do that until you finish, though. I can take a bit more."

"Nah," Harry grinned, "Let's give your jaw a break. D'you want me to go down on you?"

She shivered in his grasp, but shook her head. "No... 'fraid that might be too much. As randy as I am, we'd just shag now, and that would ruin the fun later."

"Mm. Okay," he conceded, "Though I think I've narrowed you down to three people, I won't spoil the fun. Are you okay to continue?"

"I think so," she whispered, working her jaw a bit, then kissing down his shirt as she lowered once more to her knees, "Just do it hard- not too hard. I don't feel like I'm going to gag anymore once you get it past the angle."

Harry nodded into the darkness, and slapped her cheek lightly with the side of his cock, then slipped past her lips once more, and all the way to the bottom.

This time, as he savored her throat trying to reflexively swallow him, the girl brought one hand up to cup and fondle his hanging testicles, the other moving, he thought, between her legs to pleasure herself.

He counted breaths himself, pulling out at five to give her a chance to breath, then once she'd slowed again, he started going harder, faster, truly throat-fucking the girl for all she could take. And she moaned, writhing, the girl's other hand eventually joining her first, until even over the sound of her choking on him, he could hear her fingers slicking in and out of the girl's cunt, which dribbled on the train floor along with her spittle.

At two minutes exactly, not that he was counting anymore, Harry exploded into her with a grunt, holding himself as deeply as he could go while he shot jet after jet of thick seed almost directly into the unknown girl's stomach.

When it was too much, he yanked himself out and, knees struggling to just hold himself up at the moment, hauled the girl up to meet him again.

With one hand then holding her up against the wall, his body pressed tightly to hers, one of his hands took hers by the wrist, and brought her slim fingers up to his mouth, where he sucked two of them in. Vanilla...? Maybe.

Then he kissed her, putting the other two fingers into the girl's own mouth, where she groaned and tried to remove them, but appeared to start savoring it, like he had, after a few seconds. "My price," he murmured, "taste yourself, Vanilla-girl."

"French vanilla," she added breathlessly, "I didn't... I've never tasted... It's... not bad."

"I love your flavor," Harry told her, kissing her again, just on the lips this time. "It's sweet, like you... Lavender."

She froze.

"How... how did you know it was me?"

"I didn't," he grinned in the dark, hands going around her waist to hold her close, now away from the wall as his stamina recovered, "but you just told me. It was a good guess, though. Your figure, the way you talk... I didn't peg you as a girl who liked it rough, though."

"Nor did I, until today," she admitted breathlessly, "But fuck, Harry... that was so sexy. I'll blow you any time, anywhere. Somewhere public might be fun."

"One day soon, I hope," he replied with a smile, "But not today. I'm still up for that shag, if you want, though... or I could return the favor."

"N- No... I'm a bit worn out, thanks. I... I'm satisfied."

"You came, didn't you? When I did."

She didn't answer for a second, hands limp at her sides until right before she did, when she wrapped them around his head and pulled him down for another kiss, then spoke into his mouth, "Yeah- hard. Almost as hard as you. 'Till next time, Harry... I hope it won't be long."

Then, like Hannah before her, she was gone.

Harry could only muse on the madness his life had become in recent months as he slowly winded his way back through the thinning crowds in the corridor as more and more of the students settled in for the duration of the ride with their best friends.

He, too, opened the door of their compartment tiredly and stepped in, sliding it shut behind him. Only... there were no seats left.

On the right, where they'd been before, were Hannah, Neville, Luna, and now Lilith, still and semi-permanently disguised as Lyra, while on the left, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Susan sat, with the buxom Hufflepuff closest to him and the other red-head nearest the window.

They were carrying on several conversations, and everyone, even the shy Susan Bones, smiled at Harry as he entered, or greeted him. Yet...

No one shifted, so what was he to do?

"Um, S- Susan, can I... talk to you for a moment? In the corridor?"

The girl visibly jumped at being addressed, but nodded, her face matching her hair. Hannah, her best friend, shot a not-too-discrete thumbs up as Harry turned, grinning from ear to ear. She was already whispering rapidly into Neville's ear as Harry opened the door again, holding it for Susan.

"Er, sorry about that," Harry said after shutting the door, keeping his voice low, "I just... well, I figured we should talk without everyone listening in. Most of them... well, you know about..."

"Hannah?"

Susan's voice was level, not accusatory, so Harry nodded as simple acknowledgement rather than with any worry. It had been Hannah, after all, who told him about Susan's desire to have children with him, so of course they'd have mentioned his... affairs with the blonde who was her best friend. "Yes, er... Hannah. And... Ginny, and Hermione, and Li- Lyra."

Would he tell her about Lyra's true nature as Lilith, the Succubus? Not soon, Harry thought. She was, of all of them, the most likely to react poorly to the information. Summoning wasn't strictly illegal, but it was much frowned upon, and considered quite dark given the very nature of binding a creature to service, especially a creature like that. Eventually, if she decided to fully go through with things, yes, but if not, then she was fine never knowing, as was Hannah.

Better they just think he'd become something of a playboy, not... the real thing.

"So you've slept with Hermione and Ginny, too, and that new girl?"

Harry nodded, glancing around, "Yes, but I'd- we would all- appreciate it if you didn't go bandying it about. It's not everyone else's business."

"And you're already in a contract relationship with Daphne Greengrass, in Slytherin."

That was not a question really, as he'd flat-out told her that same thing on the way back home from Hogwarts at the beginning of the summer.

"Well," Susan said, voice just as quiet but now keeping an eye out herself, "As- as long as you aren't going to get me some disease like spattergoit, then I suppose... it doesn't really matter. You aren't my boyfriend so I don't have a say in who you shag. If you were my boyfriend, I would insist it was only me."

"Technically," Harry muttered quietly, "I've, er... been with... more. A bunch more. I honestly lost track."

One red eyebrow raised impressively high.

He hastened to explain, "I- it just sort of happens lately. I've- well not never, but rarely gone looking. Even just now, on the train? I visited with my other friends, as I've said- yes, I have other friends now besides Ron and Hermione- and one of them, er... propositioned me. Immediately. They were most insistent, and..."

Susan, to Harry's surprise, grinned, "You've shagged someone on the train, this trip?"

"Yes," he admitted, lowering his voice further still, "And keep it quiet, would you?"

"You really are daring," the girl snickered, covering her mouth with a hand, "You enjoy the thought of getting caught, huh?"

"No," Harry muttered, "Well, maybe, but that's not why I..."

"It's alright, I don't judge," the Hufflepuff continued, grinning wider still, "Listen- I need to go catch up with the rest of Hufflepuff's new sixth-years, and I doubt Hannah will want to leave Neville. So would you mind making my excuses? No, I won't go blabbing. That would ruin my reputation once it gets out you've... agreed to my proposal."

A few minutes later, Harry having made just that excuse, squeezed into the empty spot Susan had left next to Hermione.

The rest of the train trip, aside from Ron wondering why Malfoy, who Harry was somewhat surprised to even hear had been on the train in the first place, hadn't made an appearance yet and changing into their school robes, was spent in companionable good cheer and a rather in-depth discussion of the courses the group of them would be taking, and what careers they might be hoping to enter using those N.E.W.T. grades.

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