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Chap. 39: Experimentation
After they'd all woken up, eventually Seamus, Dean, Hannah, and Neville staggered up and dressed for a quick run down to their dormitories, the latter two hoping no one would notice the lack of a change in clothing, and to lunch, which was served over two and a half hours on weekends.
Hermione left a little while later, though she said she would meet them in the private common room after showering herself, and Ron left with her.
Ginny, who woke up the last of all of them, peered around the still night-lit Quidditch Pitch appearance of the Room of Requirement with some measure of confusion before shaking her head and blushing. Harry, already dressed, had decided to let Lilith remain in the room to sleep, which should keep its form until she left it. So he helped the human girl, who was strangely quiet, dress herself and walked with her through the equally quiet lunchtime halls of Hogwarts until they were safely ensconced in his private room where Ginny left him behind for a shower while he used the public WC and then the spare shower in the room neither Ginny nor Hermione were using.
He was still towel-clad, no longer having much body shame when it came to his friends, as he entered his room again to seek out clothing. Then he stopped and looked. Ginny was still nude, though her skin glistened, freckles standing out more than normal from the heat of her own shower, almost steaming as she stared blankly at the floor, hands folded in her lap.
"Uh... Gin? You alright?"
She gave a half-shrug, not saying anything.
"Do... do you feel alright? Is it a... a power, or something? Did you get hurt last night?"
Ginny shook her head, and whispered, "N- no, nothing... nothing like that."
He hardly had to focus to gain an erection with a naked girl he loved in his room, but Harry did have to fight to control himself from taking her again as he walked across the room, letting the towel fall, to sit beside her and put a hand around her shoulders. "What's bothering you, then?"
"I'm sick," she whispered, still looking downward.
He moved a hand to her forehead, then her collar. "You don't feel warm. I-"
"No," Ginny half-sobbed, "not... ill. I mean... I'm disgusting, perverted..."
Harry blinked, "I- I thought you wanted to do the ritual? Isn't it... do you want to stop? We can- well, you can- just be with me, if you want."
"No," Ginny half-cried and half-laughed again, putting a hand on his thigh, though she yanked it right back and shifted out of his arm, leaving it to fall on the bedspread, unused for a day but freshly made. "I... in my head. I don't mind the sex, and I meant it when I said I'd shag anyone you wanted me to. But there's... more."
"Okay," Harry exhaled slowly, "I'm still not sure what you're getting at. Why don't you just tell me? I won't laugh or judge you, I swear."
She was quiet for several minutes, then whispered, "Ron. It's- it's about Ron."
"Okay... did he annoy you?"
Ginny shook her head, and put her hand in a circle, moving it to her mouth in a motion that reminded Harry strongly of a blow-job with some hand action too, and laughed almost hysterically again before it choked off in another sob. "I... when I was eating Hermione and you were in me, and he was in Hermione, I... he was right there. Just those big, fat, heavy balls of his, sweaty and smelling of sex, and they were swinging in my face and I was so randy already, and you felt so good, and Hermione tasted amazing, and... and I just... I licked them. I... I shouldn't have, I know.
"And then he said something, and I... I just did it again. Looking up his stupid, sexy body at his stupid, cute face looking down with such surprise and... I don't know, disgust maybe, or something else, and I just... I licked them again, and sucked his balls into my mouth like Hermione does sometimes, and... then, later, after he fucking gushed Hermione's beautiful cunny full of his jizz, I let some fall in my mouth! And I- I loved it, Harry! I told him it was the Ritual, but I know it wasn't! I wanted to wank him! My own brother! I wanted his seed on me! I wanted it in me, like you do! I'm disgusting!"
Maybe it wasn't emotionally healthy.
Harry was hardly a psychiatrist, or whatever.
Maybe he could've done a better job of talking things out, of listening, and making Ginny understand his take.
But he was always randy, and her talk, the memories of that night, her body right there, clean and ready...
Harry pushed her down onto not the bed, but the floor, and shoved his penis into her. "Feel it?" he growled, "Feel how that makes me hard, Gin? Maybe it is sick. But if it is, I'm sick, too. I told him to do it, remember? I'm not going to blame you- I wanted you to suck him off! I wanted his long dick in your throat! I want him in your tight little pussy, just like me!"
Ginny whimpered, her fluids working quickly to catch up to his sudden entrance, willing as always to accept him, but her eyes screwed shut, "I... he's my brother. It's not- not right... I shouldn't want him, too!"
He moved, pulling most of the way out and back in, "Fuck him, Ginny. Fuck your brother as soon as he's willing, but make sure I'm there to watch."
"N- No, I- I can't," she whined, "I can't... I know I said anyone, but..."
She climaxed around him, gasping with wide eyes as her vaginal walls fluttered, yanking Harry that much closer to his own.
"You want to, I know you do- you just said it," he growled, moving faster and harder, seeing her shift on the shag carpet with each thrust, "and I want you to, Pet!"
"N- no," she whimpered again, then shrieked out one word as another orgasm hit, "F- fine!"
He didn't let up with her acquiescence, though. Instead, he moved faster still, "You're my Pet," he reminded her, "and you swore you'd shag whomever I wanted. So don't forget, Pet... as soon as Ron's willing."
"Oh, Merlin, yes, yes, R- Harry!"
A few minutes later, he was dabbing, carefully and gently, some burn-relief potion on Ginny's back from where the rug had dug into her, and Ginny had gone quiet again. Once he was finished, he again helped her dress, and murmured his dozenth apology, "Sorry about the rug burn, Gin..."
She shook her head, though, shaking out her long hair over the newly-donned shirt, "No, I... I deserved it. I'm a naughty Pet."
"You are naughty," Harry murmured, pulling her against him carefully so as not to aggravate the wounds as he held her against his chest, "but you don't deserve pain like that. I'm a naughty Master, too. I want you to suck your brother's dick while Hermione is on mine, and hear him roar your name as he bursts down your throat. I've wanted it for weeks. Months. So yes, shag him if you want, Ginny. I won't make you- but if you want to, please let me watch you with him."
Again, she was quiet for a long time, trembling in his arms and maybe crying just a little, but eventually, Ginny whispered, "Okay."
As usual, Harry didn't sleep for long, only an hour or so, and the 'window', like those in the Ministry that would let light into his bedroom during the day was dark with no stars visible, indicating that it was not only still night but overcast when he opened his eyes. He stretched languidly in the bed, arms casually moving around the two bodies, one on either side of him, and pulling both closer.
Lyra curled against him, pressing a quick nibble to his collarbone, and Ginny... Ginny wasn't there. Well, she was, but half-visible, almost translucent. Like a ghost, except in the darkness he could still see shades of color.
He remembered the Succubus joining them shortly after Ginny had stopped crying, and done her best to explain that she approved of the girl's fascination with her brother, too, as long as it didn't interfere with her desire for Harry or herself, which resulted in a short make-out session between the two young women, but no sex for any of them. Instead, Lyra had left briefly to go 'gather' from the other boys and girls in the castle that had gotten any release that night, stale though much of it probably was, and a quiet afternoon in his suite with just the three of them, before a three-way that had left them all sweaty and giggling before the two humans fell asleep, talking idly of what powers Ginny might have gotten.
The strange thing was, even though Harry couldn't see Ginny well, he could still smell and hear her, feel her warmth in his arms.
"Gin, I think I've figured out what power you got."
"Mm? Sleepin', 'Arry..."
"Wake up, love," he murmured, "it's worth it. I've got a hard-on if you want."
"Mm? Oh... well..."
She shifted, and Lyra did too, looking over him with amusement as the girl sat up then leaned down, taking him in her mouth a few times, then shifting so that she could slide him into her instead.
It was a little weird to see his cock begin to glisten, shift in mid-air, visibly moving inside Ginny through her own self as the girl started to gyrate her hips, her Rune-given lustfulness causing her to become fully aroused very quickly.
"You're very clumsy this morning," Ginny murmured as he fumbled for her chest and hips, "sleepy still?"
"Wide awake," he grinned, sending a glance Lyra's way, "it's just hard to aim when I can't see you well."
"What're you... what the hell? Harry- I'm invisible!"
He and Lyra both laughed, but even with that distraction the witch's body moved on its own, circling her hips on him then sliding back and forth before moving into an up-and-down motion, before starting over again. "You aren't invisible to us, just see-through," Harry told her, "I... not sure why, really."
"You'll be invisible to almost everyone else," Lyra said softly, running a hand over Harry's chest, then up Ginny's pale leg, "Master and I can see you because you got your powers through us. I'd say you are at 'rank two' as far as Invisibility goes, the same as I was when I started really working toward accepting a Contract. I was at rank three, as we define it, when Master summoned me. Now, I'm at five, and can more or less totally control how much of myself is visible, and how much, and to whom. I rather favor the ability myself, so I worked hard on it."
"I can become invisible," Ginny whispered, one hand moving to Harry's chest, the other seeking out Lyra's hand on her thigh and giving it a squeeze, "wicked. Absolutely wicked."
"Now you just need to learn to control it," Lyra said, equally quietly, "I'll help you with that today, but I'm not going to be up for much more than lying here while Master feeds me."
"Feeds...? Oh, his cum? You can have this one," Ginny volunteered, "once he's close."
"Okay, thank you, Ginny."
"Anytime... Mistress."
"Mistress," Lyra cooed, raising the hand, and Ginny's with it, to one of her breasts instead, "I like the sound of that. But only for you, Pet."
Ginny, still translucent, grinned, leaned down, and kissed Lyra, then Harry, speeding up her motions as she did so. "I love you, Harry. Love you too, Lyra. And Merlin, I love having sex. I don't care how... it just feels- feels so- so good!"
She came around him, and a few seconds later, fell to the side to give Harry, who had started to twitch, the chance to roll over Lyra and slide inside her just before ejaculating with a quiet groan.
Ron and Hermione, to his surprise, greeted Harry the moment he entered the Gryffindor Common Room after a late brunch. He had assumed they would either be in the Room of Requirement, or hidden away in the room they often shared in his suite shagging, but instead they were working on homework. Or at least, Ron seemed to be doing Herbology, while Hermione was distracted from her own Charms work by helping tutor their less studious friend.
Many other students filled the room due to the stormy weather outside, which caused a heavy, freezing rain to sheet down the thick windows of the castle. There were a few conspicuous absences, though, and one in particular gave Harry an idea. He'd made a sort of promise, anyway, and he meant to keep it... and maybe add one more to their little group in the process.
... Not that it was so little, anymore.
While making his way over, Harry exchanged greetings with many of his lesser-known acquaintances, amused still to see just how many of the students were passing their time with mouths locked together, and more than a few hands inside clothing in rather dangerous, even scandalous, angles... and now, heedless of the younger years, some of whom were even involved in that sort of behavior.
He leaned his way over, casually draping a hand across Hermione's chest to give a little squeeze through her jumper, glad that no one else would care anymore at such casual display of sexuality, and whispered, "You got any Polyjuice? You said you did, right?"
Hermione moaned, leaning into his hand a little, "Damn it, Harry... trying to study. Yes, I do. I'll go get a vial- one swallow enough?"
"Mm, yes, I think so. I doubt I could take more anyway."
Ron grinned up at him and set down his quill, "What, you fancy being someone else for a bit?"
"Yeah, something like that," Harry smiled, glancing around. If he wasn't mistaken, there were two seventh-years actively masturbating each other beneath a blanket. Sure, they were both blokes so he was entirely uninterested in watching, but it was interesting to note, at least. Inhibitions did seem to have a way of vanishing when Lilith was around, in whatever form.
"Well... have fun. Speaking of fun, I had an idea. You mind if I borrow your Cloak? Thought I might try and watch... well, someone, in secret."
"Voyeurism? I'm all for it," Harry grinned, "go ahead. It's downstairs, though, my trunk's there most nights."
"Brilliant. So... how's Ginny? Any powers?"
Harry grinned, sitting down sideways in Hermione's vacated chair and leaned in, "Yeah, she manifested it sometime last night. One of Lilith's Tier One powers, a Rank Two, whatever that means really. She can turn- well, you know what, I'll let you figure it out."
"Aww... no hints?"
"We can do the same thing, but she can do it better. That's your only hint."
"Hm... into a Veela? No... A fish? Nah..."
Ron kept shooting ideas, and shooting them down just as quickly, for the two minutes it took for Hermione to return, slightly red-faced, and hold out a hand with a small, gray, muddy liquid inside. "Here... one hour. Remember to swallow it all, though. What are you- you know what, never mind. Just promise you won't turn into me."
"I had someone else in mind," he returned, "and cheers. See you two in a bit."
It took him almost twenty more minutes to finish the rest of his preparations, which had included returning to the quarters they'd been given for the year himself, picking up his cold-weather cloak and slipping it on, then grabbing his Firebolt and casting the Disillusionment Charm over both it and himself, then gliding over the heads of several students as he made his way out one of the doors into a courtyard, and up, up...
To the windows outside, if he counted right, Hermione's dorm room.
There was no one inside, or at least it was dark, and a quick Alohamora opened the window, allowing him to fly inside the narrow space and shut it quietly.
It took several drying charms to clean up the evidence from his skin, hair, clothing, and broom before he finished with the floor and window sill, then looked around a bit more carefully, incanting Lumos to aid him, though it didn't help much against the window.
Like his own dorm, not that Harry was using it much this year, Hermione's had five beds. His best friend and girlfriend's was easily identifiable as the first on the right from the door, because of the expensive trunk (the most costly of the lot, as far as he could tell with a glance), and the stacks of books atop it, and the smaller, neat stack next to the bed below the bedside table, and the one atop it.
Moving anticlockwise from Hermione's, Harry took a quick gander into each girl's space. The next bed, he couldn't place easily, and the room's study desk was beyond that, with the window between it and the next bed. A sniff was all it took to identify the bed as Lavender's, for the bedsheets, while neatly made, were covered with her perfume, and there were two trunks and a magical wardrobe next to the head of the bed, which was hanging open to reveal some of the casual shirts and skirts he'd seen her in over the last year. The next bed, which smelled of patchouli and jasmine, had a wardrobe and trunk as well. "Parvati's," Harry decided. The last bed was just as hard to identify, but there was a Monster Book of Monsters, well-read and strangely docile, snoring lightly on the bedspread. Oh, I do wish Crabbe and Goyle weren't in this class...
Harry blinked, smiling as he remembered the very girl-next-door vibes of Luca Caruso, who he'd really only met in their third year. "Which means the other bed must belong to Fay. Oh, yeah, there's her Beater's Bat, signatures and all."
He knew well the short, Irish girl would never actually play with the thing, which seemed to be her most prized possession, but she spent an inordinate amount of money, she would brag, having it signed every year. She was, according to her, caught up with every single Beater that had played professionally (starting roster or reserve) in the last five years, and added the newest every time a new Beater entered the League.
A thunder of footsteps from above made Harry freeze, but they passed by the door, and he slowly exhaled. Somehow, simply flying through the windows bypassed the spells that protected against boys entering the girl's dorms, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be in severe trouble for being caught here. "Speaking of," he muttered to himself, "I should probably get moving..."
He spun around the room slowly, trying to decide who... then shrugged, "I guess it doesn't really matter. All girls are sexy, for the most part, and even Luca's not bad to look at." Still, he headed toward Lavender's bed first, and bent low to examine the pillow.
There.
He picked up the long, blonde hair carefully and snipped off a bit with his fingernails, stuffing the rest in his pocket for later if needed, and dropped the small piece into the tiny vial.
At once, it hissed and smoked, turning a brilliant, verdant green. Harry smiled again, returned the vial to his pocket, and-
The door handle rattled.
He froze, then quickly raised the bottle to his lips, and swallowed as someone outside spoke to someone else quietly.
The transformation was just barely complete, painful though it was, when the door opened and Fay Dunbar stepped into the room, her soft brown hair a bit wet. "Oh, hi, Lavender. You don't usually wear bloke's clothing often... get your others wet?"
"Mm, uh, y- yeah," Harry said, doing his best imitation of the girl's voice. "I... how're you?"
"M'alright," Fay said with a shrug, "I'm just getting my Gobstones."
He was quiet while the girl nonchalantly crossed the room to her trunk- he'd figured them out correctly, it seemed- and pulled out a small box. "You want to play?"
"Er- n- no, thank you," Harry stammered, feeling Lavender's- his- face flush.
"Okay, maybe next time. Oh, and hey... I know you don't like to take fashion advice from me, but wearing a boy's clothes is only sexy if they fit you."
Then she was gone, and Harry exhaled in relief. He didn't waste a moment opening the window again and mounting his broom, though he only just remembered to re-cast the Disillusionment after he'd moved to the window itself, the tip of his broomstick already out in the rain again.
Now he just needed to find somewhere private.
But the Room of Requirement was occupied by... well, someone, doing something he again couldn't find a way in past, and a fourth-year girl was standing outside, terrified of him walking back and forth. She'd even dropped a set of scales when she'd spotted him, which clattered loudly. Classrooms are out- too much traffic and risk. I can't go back to the Dorms, and someone could be using my rooms. I'm- I'm not ready to do this in front of others. Not yet. Not even Lilith. Where can I go that no one else can...?
Oh. Oh. Perfect. Dingy... but perfect. Now, I just need a mirror...
Fortunately, there was a two-foot tall mirror attached to the vanity in his bedroom, which Harry easily detached and shrunk down, fitting the one-inch square into his pockets before, still all but invisible, he moved through the castle by broom, flying over the heads of most people into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
He was blessed with luck again as the ghost was nowhere to be found, and his opening of the Chamber of Secrets went undetected, allowing him to fly down on his Firebolt carefully. The passage was a lot longer than he expected, and he estimated that about twenty minutes of his hour were gone by the time he stepped into the actual Chamber, where, four years after he'd killed it, all that remained of the Basilisk were bones and a few scraps of long-dessicated meats.
The place still stank like tepid water and mildew, but it wasn't as foul as it had been before. In fact, as the green torches lit again at his presence, Harry could almost admire the architecture and grandeur of the hidden place. Still, he wasn't here for that. He had an experiment to try.
Without moving far into the chamber at all, Harry hissed, "Close," to the inner door in Parseltongue, just as he had the first after moving into the pipes, then cast Engorgio not just once, but twice, on the mirror before levitating it up to the wall and casting a heavy sticking charm to fix it there. Then, knowing his time was about up, Harry hastened to sip again from the Polyjuice so he wouldn't have to undergo the uncomfortable and even painful transformation twice more.
Only then did Harry allow himself to look.
He was, indeed, Lavender Brown. At least, he had her body, dressed in his own ill-fitting clothes. He smiled, pushing down the small pang of guilt, and lifted the shirt from his torso, then pushed his pants down over wide hips- he didn't have to do more than shimmy to get them to drop to the floor. Just as easily, he bent to remove shoes and socks, casting Scourgify several times at the floor in the area before he dared touch it with bare skin, and stood to admire him- her- self.
Lavender was shorter than he was, about five inches if he guessed, and an inch shorter than Hermione. Her hair, he already knew, was blonde and wavy, and her figure full. Of the sixth-year Gryffindors, she and Hermione were the most blessed in the chest, and he didn't know, before now, who was larger. Now, he had definitive proof it was Lavender, and not just by a tad. She was at the upper cusp of D-cups, and was a bit thinner in the waist and legs, though he knew full well by now that Hermione's extra size was muscle from traipsing about with thirty pounds of books on her back all the time.
Between her legs there was a thin patch of well-trimmed hair in the shape of a heart that capped a wide slit and an already-engorged clit. His nails, finger and toes, were both painted as hers likely were at the moment the hair had been shed, and there were, as he spun slowly, almost no blemishes on her body. A small one over her right bum cheek, and a smaller below her left breast, and a tiny pear-shaped birthmark at the back of her left shoulder. Her nipples, he quickly found, were already slightly hard from the chill air of the Chamber, about as big as his thumbnails- well, his real ones, they were a bit larger than Lavender's- surrounded by pale pink, actually a bit lighter than her tanned flesh. "Lavender's been sunbathing nude," he realized, glancing down the mirror and at his borrowed body once more. There were no tan-lines visible, none at all. "Naughty girl."
Observation done, Harry turned his attention to the primary purpose of this exercise- to become comfortable with himself... as a girl.
Not that he identified as one, or anything like that, Harry reminded himself as he brought both hands up to cup his own chest, sighing at the sensations, which were new and unfamiliar to his mind, if not the borrowed body. It was just that he...
He wanted to try it, that's all. See what it was like, being a girl with another girl.
And, maybe, deep in the darkest parts of his mind, one day he'd let Lilith, his favorite Pet, do a little something more while he was female. Maybe.
Probably not, but...
Maybe.
Slowly, carefully, Harry explored his borrowed body, gaining new insight into what spots on a woman were more pleasurable than others, even unconsciously leaning into his hands with a few of his own tender touches, before bringing one hand down, carefully, to touch, just ever so lightly...
His body jumped, and he gasped.
"Holy shit, that's sensitive!"
Harry grinned, then started rubbing tiny circles in the flesh over his slit, feeling even the hood sliding across his clit to be exquisitely pleasurable. While doing that, he slowly slid one painted fingertip into his channel, and sighed, jerking his hips forward in search of more, and more.
Within a minute, his knees had started to shake, and Harry climaxed, sending a small torrent of liquid down between his curvaceous legs. Then he sank to his knees and started over, again, and again, and again...
It was never enough.
He loved it. Loved being a man shagging a woman, yes, but also loved being a woman, orgasming so very intensely, time after...
He gasped in sudden pain, arching forward, yanked his hand away...
There...
There was his familiar shaft.
He was himself again.
Harry grinned, panting, and scooped up some of the girl-drippings that still ran down his hairy legs, and brought it to his mouth. Hm. So if Polyjuice can even copy a taste, she tastes like strawberries. Or maybe I do...?
Harry was rock-solid, but he had no patience to seek out a companion. Instead, he imagined himself as Lavender once more, and for the first time in ages, enjoyed a powerful, satisfying wank that coated the mirror and the floor between them.
Those, after he dressed and took up the broom again, Harry left there. "After all," he reasoned, "No one uses the mirror in my room, and I'm definitely going to be back."
Glossary:
Nothing new.