A/N: Surprise, and Happy Valentine's Day / Happy Single's Day! :)
Don't worry, the schedule isn't changing, this is just a bonus chapter for you all. As always, I'm also posting the next chapter (which will be 29) in its unedited form for my patrons over on Pat Re On.

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. 28: Coming Apart, Coming Together

Transfiguration, the last class before lunch for all of them, went by quickly and in a similar fashion as Professor McGonagall, who strangely skipped over Lyra in the roll-call and didn't seem to notice her presence throughout the class, went over her aims for the course with an emphasis in how much harder the class work would be at N.E.W.T. level, before assigning them a written quiz based on information they had covered well over the previous five years, but also with at least ten questions toward the end that required mid-summer reading.

Needless to say, only a few Ravenclaws and Hermione had any real chance on those ones, though Harry felt he answered at least two of the final ten questions right. He hoped.

Charms was a bit more interesting, though, as the lively, part-Goblin Professor Flitwick took an immediate interest in Lyra, distracting himself with his own curious questions toward the 'transfer student' who had been 'adopted' by the close friends, in his words. Eventually, though, he remembered that he had a class to teach as Hermione grew more visibly frustrated by the lack of learning going on in one of her (ten?) favorite classes, and raised her hand, "Professor, were we going to have a lesson today?"

"Er, y- yes, of course, my- my apologies, Miss Granger," Flitwick had laughed in his high, tinny voice, "I'm afraid I lost track! Yes, well- suffice it to say, things will be harder, we'll be covering many more difficult spells this year, but I have faith all of you can handle them- the many Patronus Charms I saw during the Defense testing last year! Remarkable!

"At any rate, Nonverbal Casting will be a heavy component within the first few weeks of many of your classes, so let's start with an explanation there. Ah, yes, go ahead, Miss Granger..."

Again, Harry's class time began to fly by, as one of his own favorite classes- everyone loved Flitwick, and Charms were fun for most people- turned toward the subject that had so stumped both him and Ron the previous day. Of course, Hermione needed little coaching, but by the end of the class, even Neville had managed to float a feather a few inches off the desk without a verbal incantation, thanks to Flitwick's endless patience and thorough knowledge of the subject.

Finally, they were let free, and half-way down the hall toward the great staircase at the heart of Hogwarts, Ron leaned in toward the others, "So... private quarters for the free period?"

Hermione snorted and growled, "You're insatiable, Ron! There's more to life than- than food and-" her voice dropped to a not-that-quiet whisper, "and- sex!"

"Not sure why you included the food," Lyra hissed back in return, grinning toward Harry, "as they're one and the same to me."

"Yes, well, that's you," Hermione scowled without real heat, "but I'm a bit worn out and sore from yesterday, so if you don't mind, I think I'll drop my things off and go-"

"To the library," Ron and Harry finished together.

"Yes, exactly," Hermione finished with a huff, walking a bit faster so she pulled away a bit, "and then yes, I'll go to the Common Room. I'd like to sleep in my own bed tonight."

"You didn't sleep in your bed last night?" Pansy, also in their class though Harry hadn't had a need to sit next to her again thanks to Daphne, Tracey, and several other male Slytherins being in the class as well. "Whose bed did you sleep in, then? Potter's? Weasley's? Brown's?"

Hermione gave an indignant huff, "None of your business, Parkinson."

"Hey," Harry interrupted, sending both a glare, "You both need to calm down. Pansy- quit being a cow to Hermione. Hermione, quit being rude to Pansy."

The Slytherin girl reeled as if she'd been slapped, and actually came up short, falling behind them again.

Hermione kept walking, of course, leaving the rest to catch up. The moment Harry did, she sent a furious glare his way, "I can't believe you're defending her after what she said, Harry! She's a complete cow, and-"

"She's actually fairly kind," Harry said quietly, "and she's... had a change of heart recently."

"I'm sure she has," Hermione snorted, turning away and walking faster still, "what, did you shag her rotten, too?"

Harry's blood chilled, and for the first time ever, he felt the urge to slap his best female friend. Not to hurt her- he wasn't that kind of person- but to hopefully knock some sense into her. Instead, though, he grabbed her arm, hauling the smaller figure to a halt in the middle of the wide hall, to lean in and growl, "Yes, I did, a few times, as you already know. And yes, that's related to her change of heart. I haven't had a chance to tell you everything, but she's not who you think. You preach tolerance to me, tell me to ignore the slights, to let them go- and then do this? That's hypocrisy, Hermione."

"Let me go, Harry," she said furiously, brown eyes glinting darkly as her hair began to bunch up with static.

He did at once, not suddenly, but as casually as he could to prove that he had no intention of actually holding her there. Hermione wasn't done, though. "Of all the people... her. Shag whoever you want, I don't care, but telling me off for defending myself? I can't believe you'd do that, Harry. After- after the things she's done and said to all of us, to me. I can't... I'd never have put it past you."

Then she was gone in a flurry of robes and clattering shoes on the tiles, nearly stomping away. "Ouch," Ron said, rubbing his face, looking suddenly tired, "I'll... I'll go talk to her. But I need to know, Harry... is that true? I know you said you shagged her, but..."

Harry glanced back down the hall to see Pansy where she'd stopped some younger years still flowing around her on their way to their next class or dinner, looking stricken. "Yes," he replied, glancing at Lyra, "I've been with Pansy a couple of times, and now there's three Slytherins total. And yes, I believe they've changed. I'll explain when I tell Hermione, alright? It just- it kept slipping my mind over the summer. Obvious reasons."

Ron nodded, looking back and Pansy, then shaking his head toward Harry, "Alright, well... I'll take your word for it for now. Don't go expecting me to drop trou for one of them, though. Can't trust 'em that much, myself. Still, I can see how what Pansy said would upset Hermione, but I don't think she meant it that way. More just curiosity, wasn't it?"

Harry shrugged, "That's how I took it."

Lyra, who had been silent for a few minutes now, nodded, "That's all it was. I'll go with you, Ron, to tell Hermione that, if nothing else."

"Alright, well- good luck with your snake, Harry," Ron said, clapping him on the shoulder as he took off toward not the Tower, but the Library. No doubt, Hermione would be half-way there already.

Which left Harry to go back down the hall with new intentions, and gently put a hand on Pansy's shoulder.

She started, looking up at him. "P- Potter..."

"Come on," he urged quietly, "follow me. Ron's gone to talk to her, but I think I need to talk to you. Are you okay?"

"I'm- I'm fine," the witch said in a monotone, "Why- why wouldn't I be?"

Harry sighed, "Oh, I'm sure I can think of something. Come on, follow me. Down a floor, almost right below us."

She didn't move, but after Harry put a gentle hand on her elbow, ignoring another rush of curious looks and whispers from many of the other students in the slowly-clearing hall, Pansy started walking as if on autopilot, guided more by Harry than herself.

The door to his assigned private quarters opened without a word as he neared it, something that Harry had been delighted to observe earlier that day. Approaching with the intent to pass through seemed to be all it required, but for him alone. Ron had nearly walked into the door in his haste to try it that morning. But as long as Harry intended to let others through, like his friends, they could freely pass.

It was an ingenious set-up, one that Harry wanted to speak with Hermione about as soon as he could. When she's calm enough to, he amended in his head, before guiding Pansy to sit at the comfortable couch, then offering, "D'you want a drink or something?"

"No," the girl replied, just as tonelessly as before, "thank you."

With no other distraction available, Harry sat down, facing the girl, on the edge of the couch and reached forward to take one of her manicured, royal purple-painted hands and hold onto it gently. "I'm sorry for- the way Hermione reacted. I can see why she did, but... you were just curious, right? Surely you've put some things together."

This time, Pansy didn't respond immediately. When she did, several minutes later, the familiar sarcastic tones were at least making a small come-back. "I'm sure all our little group have figured out she's shagging both of you. Probably half the school suspects it, anyway, and the rest are sure, even without reason to be. I was..."

Pansy fell quiet, sniffled, then sounded genuinely remorseful when she spoke next. Harry watched a single tear roll down her cheeks while she did, "I was trying to be nice. To... to make up for... well, everything. It just... it didn't come out right, and I know I sounded like a cow. I've acted that way for so long, it was just... just natural, I suppose. But I didn't mean it that way. I..."

"I know," Harry murmured, giving her hand on his lap a gentle squeeze.

"I wanted to know if Weasley was a good shag too," Pansy whispered, "I wasn't going to pester or anything, but... judging by you, Granger's got good taste in men, so... now, I've gone and made things worse. Made her fight with you, and..."

Harry snorted, "We're going to be fine by tomorrow on that front, I can promise you. Ron and Lyra know what they're about as far as getting Hermione to calm down and listen to reason. Getting her to let... well, five years of mistreatment is going to take some time. It's worth the work, though. She's a good friend to have, and I think you are, too."

"I'm terrible," Pansy sniffled again, turning away but still not, as far as Harry could tell, really taking in the comfortable suite. "I've done and said so many nasty things to so many people, and I... it feels like I could spend my whole life and never make up for even half of it."

"You don't need to," Harry urged, "just be who you are now, and people will let the rest go. It'll take time, of course, but... do I seem like I hate you? You've said as much to me as Hermione, I'm sure."

Pansy hiccupped, whispered, "Not even half," but didn't elaborate.

After a few more minutes, she murmured, "I need a loo, and to wash my face. Is there one...?"

"Either of those doors," he pointed to the two appropriate doors, "that one is an ensuite, the other is stand-alone."

"Thanks," Pansy replied, pushing herself up briskly.

"Master, she's in the Library," Lyra thought to him a few seconds after the door closed, "Ron's talking to her now while I run interference. Your Librarian might just find a couple of seventh-years shagging in the stacks in a bit, but for now we're safe. Mm... wouldn't mind having a ride on that one myself, but the girl's only so-so."

Harry rolled his eyes- if any of them were insatiable, it was Lilith, followed by Harry, and then maybe Ron. "Thanks, Pet. Pansy's using the loo in my bedroom, so you might urge Ron to the right if he takes Hermione in there to calm down."

"Will do. I'm sure I don't need to tell you to be gentle."

Harry grinned, but before he could formulate a reply, Ginny stepped into the quarters, looking breathless but excited. "Ron or Hermione here?"

Harry shook his head, smiling as he stood up to greet the girl more properly.

"Great," Ginny exhaled breathily, dropping her bag to the ground next to the door and shucking her robes to hang them on the hook by the door before striding toward him, already reaching for her vest. "I'm randy, Master."

Harry laughed as the small witch threw herself at him, tongue moving against his lips as her arms circled his waist to grope his arse. "What got into you, Pet?"

"Neville's fat dick," she murmured, dropping from her toes to nibble at Harry's collarbone, "he and Hannah Abbot were behind the Greenhouses when Herbology got out, rutting away just below the window. I didn't stay, not sure if she'd share, but..."

Harry grinned, "I'm not sure either, but as she's asked to shag me a few times, it wouldn't be fair otherwise. Still... good for Neville. Lyra blowing him in the morning, and Hannah shagging him in the afternoon."

"I want him too," Ginny whispered, one hand leaving his rear to go to the front of his trousers, and grab at Harry's growing cock through the fabric, "but I want you more, Master."

In response, with a teasing grin, Harry stepped backward, out of her hands. "Follow me, then, Pet," he urged.

The younger girl's eyes widened as she saw the 'dungeon' for the first time. "Is this...? A play-room?"

"It is, Pet," he whispered, stepping behind her and putting his hands around her to cup each modest breast. Ginny leaned back into him, sighing and grinding her own arse into his erection gracefully as he enjoyed her body in return. "Ron took Lilith's cute little bum on that bed yesterday," he informed her as, with his hands roving over her lithe body and groin urging her forward, he guided the girl in that direction.

"Have you... tried that?" she whispered.

Harry grinned, "You remember Lilian, my social worker? I think Lilith showed you that form?"

Ginny nodded against him.

"As her, yeah," Harry whispered, "It was nice, but not an every day thing for sure."

Ginny groaned against him, "Can... can we...?"

"You want me to fuck you in the ass?"

She groaned again, grinding that very body part against him harder, but Harry only laughed, bucking forward so that Ginny stumbled toward the bed, catching herself as he let go with her hands on the mattress. "I don't know, Pet... it can hurt. Maybe over the weekend so you can heal before classes."

"Mm... want it," Ginny murmured, shaking her toosh for him again and flipping her skirt up to reveal clean, plain white knickers of cotton, where a wide, damp spot made her pussy visible through it.

Harry grinned and fell to his knees, put his hands on the small but very firm cheeks, and buried his face between her arse cheeks, tonguing her through the underwear with vigor. "Oh God, Harry," Ginny gasped, one hand flying back to cover his as he kneaded her rear, and leaving it there to knead herself when he pulled out from beneath it to shove her knickers aside for better access.

She was, he already knew, unshaven, but had only sparse, curly dark-red pubic hair around her cunt, with a bit thicker growth on top. Harry, of course, didn't really care either way. He was already lost in how she was groaning and moaning before his oral assault as his tongue started thrusting into her channel, how the girl's knees shook when he flicked the tip of his tongue against her tiny clit. "You taste fucking great. Like... cinnamon-apple pie. I love your pussy, Gin..."

"Oh, f- fuuuuck," the witch sighed, entire body quaking as he renewed his attack, but this time pushed a finger into her twat, twisting and twirling it, curling the first knuckle, straightening it, and moving his tongue to swirl her labia. "Need your dick, Harry. I need it! Been... been too long!"

He grinned while he stood up and reminded her, "It's only the second day of term, we shagged on the carriages, remember?"

"Too long," Ginny cried out desperately, "give it to me!"

"As you will, Pet," Harry whispered, "just this once."

He pushed in, feeling her already shaking and fluttering around his entire length, slamming to the very depths of Ginny's body in a single, quick motion. He held himself there with his hands on the girl's hips as she trembled through the long, powerful orgasm. "Just from coming inside? Slutty girl," he whispered, then lifted a hand and brought it down, hard, on the cheek she wasn't cupping.

Ginny cried out, a sharp noise to match the sound of the slap, but didn't protest. Instead, she let out a little, dog-like whining sound and ground her hips, twisting them against his. Harry, eager to try another position he'd only been able to do with the very flexible Lilith before now, said, "Give me your hands, love."

The red-head looked back as she lifted one and pushed the other behind her. Harry took them by the wrists, both, and hauled her upper torso back, which made her arms twist to the limit. Ginny cried out, and he asked, "Does that hurt, Pet?"

"N- no," Ginny hissed, grinding on him again and trying to make her body move in extremely unusual ways to pull herself off his impaling cock a bit while he held her backwards by the arms. "It's uncomfortable, but... oh, God... gonna come again... fuck me, Harry, fuck me!"

He obliged the girl, slamming her body forward with his hips then yanking her back onto him by the arms, just hard enough on the recoil that he knew she felt it, but not quite enough, he hoped, to really hurt. He could just make out the edges of the slender witch's breasts swaying through her shirt, more easily watched her long, vibrant hair flapping in the motion of her body, sliding this way and that across the narrow, toned back.

The rhythm of flesh against flesh quickened, and Ginny's head rose. Harry imagined her face, not that he could see it, opened in a silent scream of pleasure as he sped up further still.

"Oi, mate," Ron's voice suddenly called from the doorway, "At least shut the door if you're gonna shag my sister!"

Harry, startled like Ginny, didn't react for a moment. She recovered first, so Harry watched as Ginny, eyes fogged with arousal and lust, turned to look at her brother over her shoulder. Harry, proud he'd made her so far gone so quickly, looked too, but in a different way. With an almost sadistic grin, Harry lifted her further upward by the arms, pulling Ginny nearly upright, but with her chest arched back as her ass and cunt continued to rebound against him, he urged her to spin around. Half-insensate, Ginny did not resist, and within a few stumbling, halting steps, she was facing her brother, dressed but clearly getting shagged silly, her skirt waving. "Couldn't be bothered," Harry told his best mate, hammering upward as much as forward now, over Ginny's shoulder. "How's Hermione?"

Ron didn't back away, didn't recoil or protest. Instead, seemingly unwillingly, his eyes moved down to his sister's legs, which Harry knew by smell were drenched in her juices, probably all the way down to her calf-high socks, then followed the shaking lines back up to where he was plowing into her. He shrugged, taking one halting, hesitant step forward, then conjured a chair of his own to sit down about eight feet away. "She'll live. She's mad, but... Lyra's still talking to her."

"R- Ron," Ginny gasped, but never finished the sentence as another orgasm ripped through her.

Harry, mid-thrust still and without missing a beat, let go of the girl's arms to throw his own around her body, one above and one below her breasts, holding her close as he kept rutting. His best mate seemed... confused, maybe, judging by the expression on his face, not that Harry could devote too much mental energy to it at the moment, but also...

He watched as Ron reached down to adjust himself in his school trousers, and grinned. Lilith, he knew, would be pleased to get that image, if he knew her own eventual plans. Plans Harry had to admit that he now shared entirely. It was a fun little project, if nothing else.

As Ginny's climax ended and another started approaching almost at once, Harry painstakingly pulled out. She whimpered and cried out, reaching back for him with both hands, as he fell from her body with a faint popping noise, and a long dribble of her juices began to fall, swaying with her motions, between her legs.

Harry and Ron both watched that for a moment, before Harry let go of the girl's neck and torso. Apparently unaware or entirely uncaring that her brother was a few feet from her face as she did it, Ginny half-crouched with her hands at her knees and waved her pert little arse for Harry again. "Harry... put it back in, please!"

He grinned, looked up at Ron, then reached for her skirt, pulling it down to her knees, then bent at his own and lined up with his hands on her shoulders now, and pushed home once more. Then, more gently as he started pumping vigorously, he pulled her mostly upright again.

Ron's eyes widened as he realized, one hand gripping his erection through his pants, that he was watching his best friend shag his sister without being 'in the heat of the moment', and from just a few feet away. Realized that he was watching his sister's cunt split wide open by a thick dick, his best friend's dick, watching her cry like a back-alley whore as she came again...

He was so hard!

What he wouldn't give for Harry to take two more steps forward so he could pull her down by the hair and put his own in her mouth!

No...

Harry watched, internally delighted even as his body started to shudder and twitch too, as Ron's mind warred with itself. He could sense, somehow, his best friend's 'forbidden desire' growing, and the previously insurmountable 'no, that's bad' beginning to fade, just a little.

It was suddenly too much, and Harry slammed a hand down onto Ginny's belly as his cock swelled again. He felt, through his hand and the girl's own body, as his seed hit the entrance of her womb, felt her shudder in a climax without other warning, and she cried out, "Harry!" Again, he felt another spurt hit her insides with both hand and dick as he bottomed out, and a third. "Merlin, I can feel it in your womb," he gasped, amazed.

"So full," Ginny groaned, and her hands fell back to her knees to try and instinctively hold her steady, "love cum..."

Ron coughed. "Er... I'm- I'm gonna go... find..."

Before he was out the door, which took no time at all, Harry was grinning at his back. Slowly, he turned again as he pulled out of Ginny, and guided her back to the bed, where he helped her lay down, dripping copious amounts of his jizz and her own juice, onto the mattress. "Missed cock," Ginny murmured sleepily.

Harry chuckled. Moments later, she was asleep, snoring quietly and cutely, furred cunny still open to the air. Harry decided to leave her like that, skirt around her knees and all, but had the decency, as he tucked himself back into his pants, to shut the door.

Only then, as he spotted Pansy's backpack, did he remember she was there, and went to go check on her, worried she might've spotted him.

He found not just her, but Ron, too.

Ron was standing just inside the doorway of the bedroom, cock in his hands, looking even more conflicted as he stroked himself.

Pansy was clearly asleep on the bed, fully clothed and on top of the covers, but her skirt had ridden up to reveal other white panties and the glorious legs Harry had so loved feeling around his waist.

"Fucking can't believe I'm wanking to a Slytherin," Ron muttered, clearly aware Harry was there. "Better- better'n my sister."

Harry grinned, whispered, "Don't wake her up, or she'll be pissed. Don't forget to clean up your mess, too."

Then, door still open this time, he turned back to the common room to get a brief start on his homework before dinner.

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