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. :)
Finally, sorry about the late post. Life happens. I've had COVID since the last update (I'm fine now, but it was a long time getting back to normal, and my brain still doesn't want me to focus on writing, though it's getting there). Vaccinate, folks. It really helps. It's not wizard poison. It's not something to spy on you. It helps. It's all it could do. Educate yourselves, don't just listen to people whose opinions you 'trust'. That's asking to be tricked or taken advantage of.
Enough ranting from me though, enjoy the chapter.

Chap. 27: Seen and Unseen Occurrences

Harry and Ron arrived just in time for the class to begin, breathless and flushed, with a much more collected Hermione a few minutes ahead, already seated at one of the double-wide tables in the back, her cauldron out and ready to go. Ron grinned as he spun half-way, twisting past Harry to take that seat with a victorious smile up at his best friend, who now stood in the middle of the mostly full classroom, looking around.

There weren't a lot of empty spots.

Malfoy had teamed up with Nott in the other back corner, and Milly and Pansy were sitting together too. There were only two Hufflepuffs in the class, Susan and a boy Harry recognized but didn't know the name of, who were both sitting with two of the three Ravenclaws, Susan with Michael Corner, and the other boy with Terry Boot, while Padma was sitting with Parvati, probably the best potioneer in their age group aside from Hermione, and definitely the best in Gryffindor.

Which left just three seats empty. Two alone, meaning he'd probably be by himself unless there was a late arrival, and the last beside Daphne Greengrass, who cocked an eyebrow but didn't change her neutral expression as Harry stepped toward her and stopped. "Mind if I sit?"

The girl, to her credit, didn't say no. Instead, she only reached out and picked up her quill from the left side of her own cauldron and moved it to rest over her open copy of Advanced Potion Making.

A book that, only then, did Harry realize he didn't have. "Erm, sorry, I- I just realized neither Ron nor I have copies of the books. We didn't think we'd be able to get into the class with only an E."

"You may borrow mine for the day only," Daphne said quietly, "I've read the first several chapters."

"Thanks," he murmured, then fell quiet as the rotund, walrus-mustachioed Professor stepped into the room from his office, turning sideways to fit through the door.

Slughorn beamed across the room at the mixed class, his eyes lingering on several, but stopping the longest on Harry as his smile widened to show several slightly yellowed teeth, "Excellent, excellent... all here? We should have two empty desks, yes... alright, then. Who- Oh, yes, Mr... Weasley?"

Ron's hand, to Harry's surprise, was in the air, no doubt at Hermione's urging as he seemed quite uncomfortable to be attracting attention this early in the class. "P- Professor, neither Harry nor I were aware we'd be in the class, so we haven't got books yet."

"Not a problem," Slughorn chuckled amiably, "not a problem at all. In that cupboard there, you'll find a few copies. They're older, mind you, but take one for yourself and Harry, and replace them when you have your own. Simple enough. Now..."

The Professor fell quiet as he looked down the list of students in his thick fingers, taking a slightly more careful but silent roll as he matched pictures and names to the actual faces, eyes flickering up and down rapidly as Ron's chair scraped.

Thirty seconds later, his best friend snickered, "Only two, and I did the work. You get the bad one."

Harry frowned as he opened the book. It wasn't in bad condition, not really, but it had clearly been well-read, and every single page was covered in notes in a tiny, cramped script. "You suck," he muttered to Ron, who moved back and to the left to his own seat next to Hermione.

Daphne smiled, tilting her head slightly, "The offer of the book stands, Potter."

"Thanks," he muttered, closing the worn, older edition quickly.

"Alright," Slughorn began, clasping his hands together, "I was going to throw together a little demonstration of some of the things potions can do as an introduction to some of the more powerful brews we'll be concocting later this year, but I'm afraid I ran short of time, so we will have to do that next week. Instead, I think we'll jump right into the thick of it, shall we?"

Several members of the class, including Daphne, straightened in their chairs with a soft wave of noise that rose and fell quickly. Slughorn clapped his hands together again, beaming down at them, "So, each of you has proven yourselves adequate Potioneers, and my dear protege, Severus- ah, well, Professor Snape to you, must have done well to get you this far, unless it's on your own talent of course. So... I believe I can trust that each of you know at least the basics of Gamp's five laws of Elemental Transfiguration? Ah, Miss Granger...?"

Again, Harry tuned out her answer for the most part, choosing instead to pull out a piece of parchment and, rather than take notes, jot a quick statement down before sliding it subtly in Daphne's direction.

It took her a few moments to notice, but the blonde carefully took it around the cauldron to write an equally quick reply before pushing it back.

No, I will not! Next year, Potter!

He wrote another line, just a few words.

Again, Daphne wrote back quickly between her own actual note-taking. Tracey is her own person, with her own issues. I am not motivated by the same things, and if and when I approach you, it will be on my time, not yours!

Harry only shrugged, glancing at her notes to write down a more short-hand version of Daphne's on the five Exceptions to the primary law, while Slughorn then began to list the other four laws as well, which primarily seemed to relate to conjuring things from nothing. How that related to Potions, Harry had not yet deduced, but he was a bit distracted by Daphne's curvaceous figure beneath her own open robes, and the tantalizing glimpse of her tanned legs below her skirt-line, not to mention the conversation.

As he finished, Daphne huffed and snatched his parchment away quickly, hastily wrote several more lines , then passed it back with another frown of disapproval, and turned her attention fully back to Slughorn, clearly dismissing the conversation.

Harry, though, smiled as he read over the last message.

Fine! Fine! We can talk after class, before dinner, but it's just talking! I can't be seen- fraternizing with you. Where should we meet? Don't pass the message back until the end of class, I'm trying to concentrate.

Harry grinned, wrote one easy line, then pushed the parchment below his notebook as Slughorn turned to face them, eyes twinkling as they moved back and forth between the two.

"Now, as we've covered what can and cannot be conjured, can anyone tell me why we would need this information for Potions...?"

Again, Hermione's hand was in the air, but so was Daphne's, and the Professor called on his table's witch first. The blonde coughed lightly to clear her throat, and her voice was clear, diction excellent, as she answered, "It's unreasonable to have every Potions ingredient, especially some of the more rare and expensive ones, on hand at all times. Conjuring ingredients can help alleviate that need, as long as Gamp's laws are followed."

"Excellent response Miss... Greengrass. Yes, I'm good friends with your father, Cyrus, did you know? Excellent chap. Now, yes, Miss Greengrass is perfectly correct, but there's more to it. You see..."

Daphne, slightly pink in the face, seemed to shrink in her chair at the mention of her father. Harry frowned, and turned his head just slightly to whisper, "You okay? Things... alright, with your parents?"

"I'm fine," the witch shot back quietly, "My parents are fine. Astoria's fine."

"Okay," Harry said with a shrug, "but your body language says otherwise."

"Then quit watching my body," she hissed.

"No way," he shot right back, enjoying her increasing discomfort and blush a bit too much, "it's too beautiful to stop watching now."

The class ended almost an hour later, the mixed group having done little more than practice conjuring a few simple but uncommon ingredients, while Slughorn moved among them, grading quality as if they would be found in an apothecary or supply store. "Excellent job, Weasley, Granger. Good coaching, yes. Your Chromium is very shiny, almost totally pure. Very well done indeed- both of you take two points each to Gryffindor. Ah, there's the bell."

Slughorn looked up as the familiar chime to signal the end of the study-day for most of the sixth-years rang out. As one, the students in the Potions classroom started to hurry and gather their things, but the rotund teacher held up a hand, "One moment, one moment, everyone... I'd like each of you to come by my desk on the way out. I have prepared a few... helpful things, shall we say, for some of you. Things that might help each of you in turn."

Confused, Harry joined the queue behind Daphne with Ron and Hermione right behind him. Malfoy was a few students ahead along with Nott, and Harry watched as Slughorn, smiling jovially the whole time while he sat in the chair behind the teacher's desk, handing out sheets of parchment from one of two stacks. Quickly, though, he noticed a pattern. He wasn't handing out two with whoever was closest getting a parchment from that side. In fact, Slughorn seemed to be taking particular care to hand only certain of his classmates parchments from the shorter stack on the left, while the vast majority got the ones from the right, including Malfoy.

Daphne, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all received the sheets from the left, though Slughorn held up a finger as Daphne stepped up, "Ah, Miss Greengrass... one moment, I'd like to add a note to yours, if you don't mind. You too, Mr. Potter. There you go... enjoy your dinner, Miss Greengrass."

As the blonde flipped over the parchment, as had many before her, she frowned, casting a curious glance at the Professor, then Harry, before walking quickly from the room, another scrap of parchment, Harry's clutched in the same hand.

"And for you, Mr. Potter... an excellent choice in girlfriends," Slughorn chuckled.

Harry flushed as Ron and Hermione shared a worried glance behind him, and several of the other students, including Nott behind them, started whispering. "Er... who exactly do you mean, Professor?"

Slughorn blinked, looking a bit confused, "Well, I must confess young Miss Sendai was the one I'd first suspected when we met this summer, but the way you and Miss Greengrass interacted... young love is precious, you know. Keep her close! She's definitely a keeper."

"Er, Da- Miss Greengrass isn't my girlfriend, Professor," Harry muttered, probably not loudly enough to quell the whispers, but not caring particularly much. It was too late to stop the rumors now, anyway. "I don't know if I would even call us friends."

"Oh," Slughorn blinked again in surprise, "Well, you could do worse, my boy... here's your parchment. Don't forget the extra little tidbit I wrote for you anyway."

Harry waited beside the desk while his friends got theirs, too, only without an additional scrawl at the bottom, but didn't bother reading it.

Slughorn was an effective teacher, and clearly knew his subject, but Harry wasn't sure he liked the man at all. Something about the jovial act and good cheer rubbed him the wrong way. It probably is that it's an act to begin with, he concluded, leading the trio out of the room to find the corridor mostly empty, only Daphne a few dozen yards away, climbing the stairs up toward the ground floor at a rapid clip.

Harry blinked as he admired her luscious legs from afar, then turned to the others, holding up his sheet to compare as they walked down the hall side-by-side after her. Dinner, after all, couldn't wait forever, and Daphne hadn't protested when he had suggested meeting afterward instead. I hope my directions were good enough.

They had already sat down in the Great Hall, dinner on the tables, before Harry could turn his full attention to the parchments, which varied only slightly. "Okay, so it's a list of books he recommends," Ron asked, "But what's the point?"

"Look at the titles," Hermione rolled her eyes, "Getting ahead: Networking 101 is a Muggle book, but the information in it is useful in both worlds. Slughorn is trying to show us- at least those of us that got this list- how to make influential friends, like Professor Dumbledore said he used to do. And at the bottom is an invitation, see?"

"Slug Club?" Ron said with a frown. Harry could remember well why his best mate would be concerned. His last real interaction with slugs had not been a pleasant few hours. "Sounds boring."

"I don't know," Hermione shrugged, "He says he'll provide a feast of his own, and we might make some more friends. What do you think, Harry?"

Lilith, fingers invisible to everyone, including him, ghosted along his shoulders, making Harry shiver, before she shrank down and then fluttered beneath the table to 'eat'. He scooted forward on the bench to hide the activity the best he could while the Succubus pulled out his rapidly growing erection and started licking it like a lollipop. He shrugged, "I don't know. May's well go to try it out, at least. If he invited everyone that got those parchments, it should be an interesting mix. Lots of people I don't know, of course, but..."

"Bunch of Slytherins," Ron muttered under his breath.

Harry shrugged, "There's a few Slytherins I wouldn't mind getting to know better."

Ron frowned across the Hall briefly, saying nothing. Hermione laughed, then put a hand high on his leg while she leaned in and whispered something that made Ron's face darken to match his hair. She giggled quietly as she sat back up and turned to her dinner with a wave at another red-head who squeezed into the narrow gap between Harry and Seamus Finnegan.

"Hi Gin," he murmured, one eye twitching at the pleasure his pet was causing between his legs.

"Hi guys," she said briskly, reaching for several of the half-empty serving trays to fill her plate, then reached down quickly to pat the air over Harry's cock, "Hi, Lyra."

The last, thankfully, was said much more quietly, though across from Seamus, Neville blinked, turned pink, then glanced down below the table. Not far enough, Harry thought, to see anything, because he seemed confused as he sat back up and returned to his dinner.

Ten bites in, Ginny jumped and Harry watched as her skirt lifted, pushed up by invisible hands, then moaned softly as an image filled Harry's mind through his connection with Lilith. His own cock vanished into an eager mouth, from Lilith's own point of view, which made him choke slightly on his food, before her attention turned partially, along with the view, to the side as the hand he could now see ghosted along the front of Ginny's knickers, and the younger witch's legs opened wide to accept them without question.

Harry's pleasure continued to mount as he ate, but he forestalled his climax by the simple expedient of directing most of his attention to the little note Slughorn had added at the end.

Good to see you making friends outside of your House, Mr. Potter. If- when- things come to a head, you'll need all the friends you can get. Twenty points to Gryffindor.

He grinned, showing it to Ron and then Hermione, who glanced down at it, grimaced, then leaned back to hiss around Ron's back, "Right here at the table? Really?"

He only grinned and hissed back, "Jealous?"

The girl grimaced, but didn't say anything as he started shooting another load into Lyra's eager mouth.

Without preamble, he felt more than heard and saw as she knee-walked to the side and put her face between Ginny's legs, then got another visual flash as Lilith pushed the girl's plain knickers, already dark with moisture, to the side and darted her tongue outward.

Beside him, Ginny jumped and dropped her fork, awkwardly passing it to her left hand after a moment so she could rest the hand on Harry's thigh while he covered himself back up, glad that Lilith never left a mess. Before long his other pet was shivering in a brief but powerful climax too, and Lyra moved in the other direction to stop before Ron.

Harry grinned as the boy jumped, pointedly not looking down as his flesh came into view and, as if by magic, was lubricated by saliva- and his sister's very juices, if he knew the Succubus at all.

Harry decided to eat more slowly after that, taking his time as Lyra serviced Ron, then moved on to Hermione, who jumped like Ginny had as she moved in. Then, like Harry had, she pushed her hips forward on the bench and leaned in over the table, hoping no one would notice the head-sized bulge in her skirt or her rapid breathing, and definitely not the flush to her face.

He could tell she was much more relaxed when the girl started gulping down water a few minutes later, but Lyra still didn't make an appearance. Instead, he watched through her eyes as she turned and presented her ass toward his own groin, then reached forward for another zipper without warning.

Neville jumped, turning scarlet, and coughed, but he did not protest as Lyra pulled his cock free and started stroking it, too. At least he, too, had the sense to lean forward and scoot in a bit, as they had. "Something wrong, Nev?" he asked with a grin.

The boy shot him a glare, but couldn't hold it. Instead, fighting to look angry but clearly enjoying himself as Lyra began blowing him, Neville returned, "Nah- everything's just great, Harry. I haven't seen your new friend, Lyra lately. Where's she at?"

Ron and Hermione shared a knowing glance, but Harry only smiled, "No idea, mate. She doesn't have Potions or DADA, so we won't see as much of her on Monday. In fact, I think she has the whole day class-free."

"Lucky," Ron muttered.

If Neville was embarrassed that he'd climaxed in front of the entire Great Hall a few minutes later, Harry couldn't tell. He had schooled his face perfectly, though Lyra had informed him mentally that the boy had orgasmed very hard indeed, thanks to her technique.

Only after orally pleasuring Ginny, himself, Ron, Hermione, and Neville in quick succession did Lyra shrink back down, fly out from beneath the table, and leave the hall only to return as her normal student-self, catching more than a few glances as she made her way to the Gryffindor table and sat down between Neville and Parvati, who was across from Hermione, chatting animatedly with Lavender.

"You guys coming up to the Common Room tonight?" the Succubus in human guise asked, "I didn't see much of you today."

"I don't know," Harry said with a shrug, "I'm meeting someone in the other room for a bit. After that, maybe, we'll see."

"I'll be there," Hermione answered too, "After the Library. I'd like to get a start on my homework."

Ron, predictably, groaned, "Twenty-two inches already. It's only the first day of classes!"

"Yes," Hermione reminded him, "but we have the week. If we get it done now, we'll have time to play later."

In any year before this one, Harry knew that 'play' would have meant chess, or Gobstones, or something, but now... Ron grinned toward their shared girlfriend, "Oh, yeah, I didn't think of that. Congratulations, Hermione... finally found a way to motivate me."

"I'll be sure to write your mother," she retorted dryly, while several people laughed.

A thoroughly-shagged Ron stepped into the common room of Harry's private quarters nearly two hours later, Hermione right behind him, looking equally happy and disheveled. He smirked, looking up from his own half-done Potions essay, having finally, he hoped, figured out why Conjuring ingredients might be useful besides just making up for the lack. It was the purity involved. If one Conjured, for example, pure Chromium- they would only get Chromium, no refining process necessary. Still, Hermione gently took the homework out of his hands and straddled Harry's lap, putting her hands around his neck, then leaned in for a passionate, if slow, kiss.

Ron, meanwhile, laughed and stepped into one of the smaller rooms for another shower.

Harry's hands fell to Hermione's rump, pulling her against him, but she pulled away at the mouth to lay her body against him and bury her face in his neck for several seconds, hips twitching on his suddenly swelling cock. "Sorry, Harry," she murmured, "I'm... I'm a bit shagged out. I just wanted to remind you that I love you, too, before I went to bed."

"Love you too, Hermione," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her neck and giving her delicious ass a squeeze before she stood back up, handed the boy his homework once more, and sashayed to the other bedroom with a particular sway to her hips. But she returned from the door a moment later to bend down, kiss his forehead, and while she was bent, reached beneath her skirt to push her knickers to the floor. Then she handed them to him with a saucy wink. "They're a bit drenched, Harry... but I wouldn't sniff them. There's a lot of me and Ron on there."

He laughed, took her hand, and pushed them back to her. "Laundry, then, minx. I love your taste, but it's better fresh."

She laughed too, and even flipped her skirt up at the back just as she closed the door, giving him another tantalizing view.

Daphne still hadn't arrived.

He was almost done with the second essay, since the Defense one had been so easy despite being twelve inches long, before Ron stepped out of the shower, dressed in his pajamas, and yawned. "Not sure if I'm gonna go up," he muttered, "mind if I kip here? Elves must've brought my trunk down."

"Sure," Harry shrugged, "I'm gonna finish before I go to bed. I'll probably stay here myself."

"'Kay. I should probably keep working on my Potions... we only got mine half-done before she got randy."

Harry was about to reply when a soft knock sounded at the door. "Come in."

Ron, half-way to his bedroom, had stopped to look. He hissed as Daphne stepped inside, turning as she did to shut the door behind her quietly before looking out into the larger room. "Potter, Weasley," she greeted casually, "May I sit?"

"What's she doing here?" Ron asked guardedly. Harry was pleased that he hadn't started with outright hostility, but...

"Be nice, Ron," he chided anyway, "She's my friend, too. I trust her- at least a little."

"Thank you, P- Harry," Daphne said softly, giving Ron another nod as she entered the room fully and brushed her skirt back before sitting primly in one of the armchairs on Harry's right, close to the door but with her back to it, facing Ron. "Alright, I'm here. What is it you wanted to talk about?"

Harry glanced at Ron, who hadn't moved, then said, "Ron, seriously, it's fine. Sit down if you don't trust her, or go to bed. It's fine, we're just going to talk. Even if she was trying to ambush me, which I know she's not, Lilith is a thought away."

"I'm busy watching Ginny think of you, but I can come if you want," the Succubus thought back in response to his silent, nonverbal query.

He smiled a bit more relaxed, turning his attention back to his prettier guest, "I just figured you might want to have some fun, but since you seemed to be against it in class..."

"Oh, right, your concubine contract," Ron muttered, shaking his head, "Can't believe it's with a Slytherin, but whatever. I'm going to bed- yell if you need my wand."

Harry snorted, shaking his head as Ron disappeared behind the door Hermione had chosen rather than the one he'd showered in. "He's pretty paranoid."

"Not without reason," Daphne admitted, relaxing slightly now that they were the only two in the room, "Corvus has let a few things slip. Milly's kicking him out of the house during Yule break. We haven't got anything to report that I know of, but Astoria says hello."

"Hi to her, too," Harry grinned, "How's she doing?"

Daphne frowned, "The Malediction is... progressing slowly, as we knew it would."

Harry frowned too, a bit deeper, "I forgot to try and facilitate a treatment. I figure the sooner the better. Help me write a letter...?"

"I suppose," the blonde murmured, shifting to the couch as he pulled out a fresh sheet of parchment and shook out his aching hand before picking up his quill.

Between them, Daphne occasionally correcting his syntax or suggesting symptoms he might list, Harry composed what he hoped was an adult-sounding request for assistance diagnosing and possibly treating a blood-related illness, then made several copies before signing and stacking them neatly. "Okay, I'll mail those off during a free period, through Sirius- he knows how to use Muggle mail too."

"Thank you," Daphne murmured, "I... I know it's a slim hope, but it's all we have."

"I hope it helps," he replied softly, taking her hand in both of his for a moment, and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"So," Daphne said, sitting up straighter after a few seconds, looking around the well-appointed, comfortable room, "Staff quarters. You've gotten your first real special treatment, I see."

"Lilith- Lyra," he started to explain, "Dumbledore knows, and of course now most professors- or at least the Heads of House- know, too. He arranged it so I'd have a... a..."

"A place to tryst?"

He nodded.

"Do you- or do you plan to- spend any time in your Common Room?"

Harry shrugged, "I spent last night in the dorm. I was thinking of sleeping here tonight, but haven't fully decided. Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall set it up so only those people I allow can enter and leave freely, aside from the pair of them. Even the other Heads of House can't get in without my or Dumbledore's permission."

One shining eyebrow rose as she looked sideways at him, "And I'm allowed to enter and exit freely?"

"No," he laughed, "not yet. Tonight was just tonight, and honestly I thought you'd forgotten or changed your mind. But... if you'd like..."

"No, that won't be necessary," Daphne rolled her eyes, pulling his hands into her lap instead and letting her fingers start to trace the ridges and lines of his more calloused, larger hand. "I won't be sleeping with you tonight, Potter. And no, you don't get to say anything about 'sleeping' not being what you had in mind, either. That- that night in the library was an exception, not the rule."

"Hell of an exception, though," he reminded her, "I still dream about it, even after all..."

"Yes, remind me once again," her blue eyes rolled, "about all the other women you've been with when you're trying to seduce me- a lesbian. Well done, Potter."

Something Lyra- Lilith- had said a few days ago clicked with her own words, and he grinned, then pulled her hand back to press it to his lips. She flushed slightly, but didn't protest as he let it fall back toward her lap. "And what would you say, dear Miss Greengrass, if I were willing to... experiment, to spend more time with you?"

Her lips twisted and brow furrowed. A cute look indeed, he decided, on the normally stoic, statue-like face. "What do you mean?"

He gave a little shrug, "Oh, I heard a rumor we might be experimenting with Polyjuice Potion this semester in Potions. I happen to have a small stash already, and I would- could- be convinced to... be someone else, if you felt you would enjoy it more."

"As blokes go," Daphne muttered, looking away red-faced, "you're the only one I've fantasized about, so that wouldn't work."

Harry grinned, leaning in to whisper against her ear through the silky golden locks, "I wasn't thinking of changing into a bloke. Would you want to shag me as Hermione? Ginny Weasley? You name it. Even... you."

She snorted with laughter, which died quickly as she realized Harry wasn't joking. "You'd... give up your..." she glanced down at his groin, which was swollen but not fully erect, just enough to show, "for an hour, just to... be with me again?"

"In a heartbeat," he replied, quite honestly.

"Then in that case," she replied, leaning in to brush her lips against his ear in turn, "I'd say it increases your odds...but still, not tonight. I should get going."

"Alright. Well... I hope you have a good night, Daphne. Would you like an escort to the Slytherin Common Room?"

"No, I think I can manage," she chuckled, standing up, "but I appreciate the offer. Good night, Potter."

"Good night to you too, Greengrass," he grinned, "I think watching you leave will make my night pleasant indeed, though I hate seeing you go."

She laughed again at the corny, stolen line, giving him an amused wave as she vanished into the corridor outside.

It was late, and for once, Harry was actually tired, so he didn't mind not having any company, not even Lilith, as he climbed into the massive, soft bed of the private quarters and fell quickly asleep.

At breakfast on Tuesday, Harry only had one thought on his mind as he watched the visible-only-to-him Lilith, in Ron's 7th-year, bustier favorite form, step from his and Ron's drained cocks to put a hand on Hermione's knees from where she sat between them, with Ginny and Neville, once again, across the table.

Oh, how times have changed, Hermione...

She had been most hesitant about the Succubus' presence for more than a few weeks after Lilith had been summoned, but now, even at the breakfast table surrounded by a couple hundred students and most of the staff, she spread her legs at the slightest touch, inviting the invisible creature in to please her orally.

Harry, already having eaten before Lilith started making her rounds, was stiffening again as he listened to Hermione's little mewls, but once again he was tucked away to hide things from the many students who were walking back and forth from their own meals behind him. But that didn't stop him from resting his right hand on Hermione's knee, then carefully sliding it up her leg to push up the skirt, baring inch after inch of pale, creamy flesh, then, as the witch hissed, twist and turn his hand down to surround her folds, feeling Lilith's hair and forehead tap against his fingers while she worked.

"H- Harry," Hermione hissed, letting her eyes close, but she didn't tell or signal either him or Lilith to stop.

He smiled as she started breathing more quickly, shallowly, and set down her silverware to grip the edge of the table and bench with either hand, knuckles quickly turning white. Harry kicked off one shoe and gently lifted that leg, sending it in search of another slender leg. Ginny jumped, looking up from her half-empty tray.

Harry gestured with his eyes toward Hermione's lap, then again before the red-head caught the message and looked. And looked. After about twenty seconds, pupils already dilating slightly, Ginny looked up with a sly grin and mouthed, "Your friend?"

Harry nodded once, just a small twitch of his head, then started lifting his foot further, sliding the sock up the inside of Ginny's leg, higher and higher. The younger witch, too, smiled in a secretive fashion, and shifted slightly in her seat to bring herself a bit closer. It took him a few seconds, maybe a whole minute, to find the girl's groin and slip beneath her skirt, but Ginny sighed the moment he did, a great deal of tension flooding from her shoulders.

It was harder than Harry had expected to work her with his toes and the ball of his foot, but Ginny seemed to be enjoying the attention anyway, because she put down her knife as well, keeping only her fork, which started to move much more slowly and carefully.

Then, to Harry's joy, the fiery girl nudged Neville, who was sitting across from Hermione, and whispered something in his ear, then looked down at her own lap pointedly.

Neville's gaze, predictably, followed.

Any protest he might have made as he saw Harry's foot buried beneath Ginny's school skirt vanished as, louder than she had for Ron or Harry, his own trouser zipper came undone. He looked over at Hermione, who hadn't bothered to cover herself, and down to find that Lilith had indeed moved on without him noticing.

Which left his hand holding open Hermione's glorious folds open for anyone close enough and looking down to see, her skirt bunched beneath his wrist and everything. Then Ron coughed, and put his hand on the inside of Hermione's other thigh, looking up at the staff table, and briefly brushed against Harry's as he reached down, too, and slipped one finger inside Hermione's cunt.

She moaned, and hissed, "So not fair..."

But again, she didn't protest as Harry's fingers closed on the hood of her engorged clit and Ron started pumping his digit, too.

Ginny, across the way, dropped her fork onto her plate and pressed herself more fully against Harry's foot, and he watched her put a hand on Neville's leg too, but she didn't seem to do more than that. Neville, for his part, did his best to continue eating while Lilith sucked him off, but after about a minute and a half, he exploded too, his entire body tensing up enough that Seamus glanced his way from the boy's left, "You alright, Nev?"

"M- M'fine," Neville grunted, slowly relaxing, "Just- just a c-c-ramp."

"Or a c-c-cum," Lilith thought to Harry with a sense of amusement, "He came hard- almost as much as you did that very first time.

Then, unfortunately, he felt Lilith's strong hands push his foot away from Ginny's snatch, though she sucked his sock-covered toes into her mouth for a moment to vacuum up the witch's fluids, then took his place with her mouth, forcing Ginny to sigh once more in pleasure.

A few minutes later, once Lyra, 'sleepy-eyed', had joined them at the table, taking Neville's hastily-vacated spot, she tried to pass Harry a note, which Ginny intercepted with a wink and cat-like reflexes, reading it herself before adding something else at the bottom and her own false signature.

Master, I think we need to add someone else to the mix soon. Your friend Dean saw you both pleasuring Hermione. You weren't very discrete. Even if it's just temporary or less common, he needs something to shut him up.

Then, in Ginny's neat script, I agree. He was trying to push me into sex, that's why we broke up, but it's not like I'm not... interested.

Oh, and Harry? I have a free period before dinner, and I'm lonely. XOXOFFF

He snorted, wadded the paper up, and shoved it into his bag. "I guess I can ask-"

"Nah," Lyra said, shaking her head and smiling across the table as she took a few small bites herself to keep up appearances, "I'll do it. You can be there, but..."

Harry shrugged.

A few minutes later the group, minus Ginny but with Neville once more, were making their way down to the Greenhouses for Double Herbology. Harry tugged quietly on Lyra's shirt, and she obediently slowed down to let the rest walk ahead a bit. He glanced about- there were no others within earshot, so he asked quietly, "Don't think I can do it?"

"I'm sure you can, Master," Lyra responded with a shrug, "but I was going to blow him first, then ask. Did you want to do that...?"

"No," Harry grimaced, "but I think I can convince him anyway. I mean... play on his kink, right?"

Lyra raised one eyebrow while looking up at him through the corner of her eye as they followed the path down the hillside. "Yes... if you really want to, of course I'll step aside. Of course, the blow-job couldn't hurt, but it would make a good back-up plan, too."

Harry nodded, grinning as a memory of her sinking onto Dean's dick came to his mind. He stopped cold for a moment. "Hey," he whispered, leaning in and talking even more softly, "How come you could fuck Dean last year...?"

Lyra snorted, "Because he wasn't a virgin then, Master. I never checked in detail, but apparently he'd been with someone over Christmas."

"Oh," Harry said, only then realizing it was kind of a silly question, given what he knew about Lilith's rules about virgins. "So... any idea who?"

"No... but we can find out later if you'd like. After he's had a few rounds to keep him docile."

"You're such a slag," Harry laughed, meaning it as the compliment both of them thought it would be.

Lyra, of course, smiled up and told him, "Yes, but I'm your slag."

Double Herbology was interesting, but still mostly just a class to Harry. As with the other N.E.W.T.-level classes, they were shared between all four Houses, which meant there were a few Slytherins, a few Ravenclaws, a few Gryffindors- the 'trio' and Neville, along with Lyra, in her first actual class as a student- and the remaining half of the group were all Hufflepuffs.

Neville predictably grouped with Hannah who had arrived with Susan, which left them with an odd number out. "Go with Ron and Hermione," he said to Lyra, then peeled off half-way through the room to take a spot next to Tracey Davis, who blinked up at him, but did not protest. "Good morning, Tracey," he murmured, "do you mind?"

The tiny girl shook her head, but added just as quietly, "I am expecting Pansy as well. Do you feel it safe to address me by my first name?"

Harry blinked, surprised that he had at first, and looked around the room to find at least twenty students looking in their direction, including a very confused-looking Ron and a pleased Hermione. Then he shrugged, "Let them think what they want. You're alright in my book."

"I would think so," Tracey said with a wry, barely-visible grin, "given a few days ago. I am still... sore."

"Sorry," he apologized, once again feeling a bit strange at how strongly he meant it.

"I am not," Tracey fired back, "As soon as next week I will be seeking you out again, if that is acceptable. I wish to try... another prospect first."

"Oh. Er... okay," Harry nodded, only as she said it remembering that the girl's 'plan' was more or less to be a slag as well, with the goal of lowering her bride-price to such a degree that no one, specifically the person she was tentatively contracted to, would want her. Girls are weird. But I'm not complaining, she's really cute, and a fun lay. Also, wasn't Nott contracted to Daphne? I mean, it makes sense if their parents know about their relationship to try and arrange for both girls to be with one husband, but... didn't they say they tried to keep it secret?

That the girl was a lesbian (he guessed) and perfectly willing to shag several blokes didn't bother him. As far as Harry was concerned, as he'd been learning from Lilith in drips and drabbles, people's motivations and reasons for why they did things were their own. If it made sense to her... it didn't have to make sense to anyone else. He'd just enjoy the benefits for what they were.

Pansy was one of the last to arrive, and she walked in in a hurry, looking quite upset, and made a beeline for Tracey, ignoring Harry for the moment as she set out her things. Again, several of the other students sent strange looks in their direction, many of them apparently more observant than he'd given anyone credit for, if they had noticed Pansy and Tracey not sending barbs his way, or him returning the favor.

But as Pomona Sprout entered the greenhouse, her own good nature and cheer quickly pushed worry, faint as it was, about what the other students were thinking out of Harry's mind. "Good morning, students! It's good to see you all so bright and chipper after the holidays, isn't it? Now, as many of you know, in the N.E.W.T.-level courses, we will be delving into some of the rarer, not necessarily more dangerous, plants one might encounter throughout the world. For the first half of this year only, until the Yule Holidays, we will be continuing on in a similar vein to previous years, covering a species or set of species every class or week.

"After Yule, however, the schedule will change. You will be tasked, in the first month of the next year, with researching a type of plant that has gone extinct in the wild, or a type of beneficial plant that could exist, but does not seem to. From there, you will take the properties of the selected plant, and begin to compile a list of other plants with those properties, be it one or many of them. From there... well, you'll just have to wait and see."

Harry had not had much experience with Professor Sprout joking like that, but most of the Hufflepuffs, and Neville, easily laughed along with her teaser.

"To begin, of course, let's start with the basic run-down of safety procedures in the Greenhouses. This one, number Eight, is filled with some of the safer N.E.W.T. species, but it's still worth noting that consuming or imbibing any product of these plants could be more toxic than you believe possible. We will not be making tea with them, so to speak. Now, I'm sure you all remember the Mandrakes you covered in your second year, yes? How familiar are you with the adult form of the plant, I wonder? Yes, of course, Mr. Longbottom...?"

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