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TRIGGER WARNINGS: (TWO OF THEM)

There's Genderswap in this chapter, and some Fem-Harry x Ron. It isn't going to be prevalent going forward, but it will happen a few more times (maybe just two) after this. It's building a greater plot, so even if it's not your cup of tea, maybe just skip that part (it's the last scene or two).

There is also some dub-con in the first scene, and (arguably) the single most morally gray / dark thing Harry will do in the entire fic. It is, later, something he will consider one of, if not the, greatest mistake of his life. But THIS part isn't the bad part- it's just why the bad part happens.

Chap. 44: Conduction in Form

Later that Sunday afternoon, Harry took Ron up to the Room of Requirement again, but for a different reason.

Once the door to the Room of Hidden Things was safely closed, Harry leaned in and whispered, "Remember, I didn't do what I'm about to show you. I found it, and 'it' wants to stay as they are, for now."

The reason for the secrecy, Ron quickly found, was the spunk-covered form of one Mandy Brocklehurst, now tied not on a table but literally over a barrel. She lay face-up on it still, the curve of the shape forcing arms and legs back at an odd angle, but she didn't seem in too much pain.

In fact, she seemed to be experiencing a certain amount of pleasure, as a tall, broad-shouldered form dressed in the black clothes of a Hogwarts student moved between her bare legs.

For a moment, Harry considered using the surprise, for they seemed to be undetected, against the individual raping Mandy. Any punishment dealt would be more than just, Harry felt, because even from behind he recognized the form of one Gregory Goyle.

While the knowledge solidified his suspicions of who had done the initial kidnapping- it could only have been Malfoy and his goons- there was more he could do here. He could do more good, in fact, than just separate Goyle's head from his shoulders, as much fun as that might be.

No...

"Harry," Ron hissed, "Why aren't we stopping him?"

"Patience," he whispered back, "let's get some more dirt. She isn't complaining, right?"

He ignored Ron's frustrated grumble as he moved forward quietly through the stacks, then out into the small clearing next to the large black cabinet. There was no sign of Crabbe or Malfoy. If his plan failed, they would have to resort to violence, so Harry kept his wand in hand behind his back while he pulled out his cock and rubbed it a few times, then stepped around to Mandy's front, where her eyes were suddenly glued to him.

"P- Potter?" Goyle gasped, mid-rut, "I- It isn't wha- wha' it looks like!"

Harry raised one eyebrow, glancing down at Goyle's two-inch thick cock, buried all eight or so into Mandy, "Looks like you found a slut."

Then he pushed into Mandy's mouth, which opened eagerly to take him, and let her lick at his head while he groped her chest.

"Er... you- you ain't gonna stop me?"

"I don't think so," Harry replied, looking the burly teen in the eyes, "at least, not right now. Be rude to interrupt her fun, right?"

"Y- Yeah," Goyle said after taking a few seconds to process, "I- I, yeah. Rude."

"Besides," Harry said, looking toward Ron, "my friend and I know what a good slag is like. We like to shag, too."

"I do like to shag," Goyle grunted, looking down at the helpless, bound girl he was filling, and starting to move again, "this slag's preddy, an' she feels really good."

"Let her have her fun, then," Harry said with a shrug, "You don't mind if me and Ron join in, do you?"

"Nah," Goyle said, more quickly, "M'used to sharin' wif- wif some other blokes."

Slowly, still confused, Ron stepped into the clearing too. "Er... Harry?"

"It's fine," he replied, "Mandy wants to be used, doesn't she?"

He pulled out, and she gasped, "Y- Yes," before he filled her mouth again.

Goyle climaxed, filling the girl's pussy, before staggering back. Ron didn't immediately take his place, so Harry reached down her body to massage her clit in circles, not particularly caring that she was still oozing Goyle's seed. "Now, Goyle-"

He activated his Eye of Dominance, and did his best to add in Tempting Gaze, though that had been a bit iffier on control.

Goyle, though, shook, and immediately started growing erect again. "Y- Yeah?"

"This slut likes your cock," he told the large boy, "but we have to set her free soon. If you want to keep having her after we free her, you have to tell us, and tell the Headmaster, what Draco is doing up here."

"Draco's fuckin' the slag," Goyle murmured, "I donno what else he's doin'. 'E says he likes to do it in private."

"Mmm... alright. Well, you can have her mouth, I want the slag's pussy now. Ron, you wanna take her arse?"

"Er... Harry," Ron hissed, "Isn't this... you know...?"

"Like Romilda?"

Ron nodded reluctantly.

Harry nodded, "A bit. They did it, though, so it's not the same. But right now, she does want to be used. She wants your dick. You don't have to, of course. But her desire is sincere."

Then he pushed into the hole vacated by Goyle, and started humping the bound girl himself, reveling in how shallow her hole was compared to most of the girls he'd been with.

Goyle climaxed first, Harry several minutes later, then turned his magical powers against the other boy again, adding in what he hoped was a correctly cast Confundus Charm, just in case.

Ron did not join in, but before they left the room Goyle was moving over Mandy again. Harry stopped his friend at the door. "Ron, it's fine that you didn't want to take her like that. I get it. But this isn't like Romilda. She was kidnapped, and I found her, and she asked me not to free her. She wants to be a spy for us. I came up here to reward her for the dangerous work. She does actually like Goyle's shagging. He's the biggest of the three, and she says it at least gives her some pleasure. But I want her to have real pleasure, so I come up every few days so it's worth her while. Before you ask, I only found her a week or so ago, and I haven't told anyone else."

Ron shook his head, wiping his face and adjusting his erection in his robes, "I don't like it, but I understand why. Alright, I- I won't say anything until you do."

"Okay. If you feel you need to, obviously I won't complain. But try and keep my involvement out of it, yeah?"

"Of course."

The girls were still gone when the two boys made it back to Harry's quarters.

Their homework was done before Hannah's ritual, and the orgy the next day, which even gave them the remainder of the day to enjoy each other's friendship without desperately needing to shag the witches in their lives.

It was over a game of chess, that Harry was losing rather spectacularly (despite his enhanced mental prowess), that he asked, "So, you kind of like Ginny wanking you, right?"

Ron flushed, but didn't deny it.

Eventually, Harry broke the silence as he made another move, "I think it's really hot, in a taboo sort of way. Watching her lick your jizz up, too... mmm, mm."

Ron shivered, and reached down to adjust himself again, "Stop it."

"What, talking about your sister?"

"You know what," Ron grumbled.

"Ron."

Slowly, his best mate looked up.

"She wants to suck your dick. She told you that flat-out. If she asks... will you turn her down?"

"I don't know," Ron admitted quietly, "I... it's dirty and wrong, but... she's really pretty. I can tell you, I 'noticed Ginny was a girl' before I did Hermione. Walked in on her once, frigging herself... she never noticed, but I remember it like it was just minutes ago. She was all of twelve."

"Okay."

"And- and watching her with you, with Neville, or Dean... she's dead sexy."

"I know."

"I don't know, Harry," Ron sighed, leaning back and closing his eyes, "I mean... a part of me wants to, yeah, sure. But another part... well, she's my sister. I'm supposed to protect her, look out for her, not... not want to shag her."

Harry blinked, smiling at his friend's visible discomfort, "And do you? Want to shag her?"

Ron swallowed, then nodded once, jerkily.

"Okay. Well... that is a bit weird, I'll admit, but we've done other weird stuff. Let me tell you what I've been up to."

He stood up, and closed his eyes, and willed...

First, his hair, growing long and thick, wavy like Lavender's but deep black, his own shade, soft and only slightly curly. His neck grew more slender as his face shifted, and he heard Ron gulp as his chest started to grow, then his waist grew more narrow.

It took Harry maybe ten minutes to complete the entire transformation, but when he did, he held out his hands, "I... got what Lilith calls Body Morphology. It's not like being a Metamorph, not really, but it's close. I need some practice, that's why it was so slow, but... "

"You've- you've been... a girl?"

"A couple of times, yes," Harry murmured, glancing down at his plentiful chest, "the- the first two, the only, no, wait, three times, it was with Polyjuice Potion. Lavender, then twice as- as Ginny. This power came out the third time. We think it might've triggered it."

"Wait, you've seen Lavender Brown- our Lavender, Gryffindor Lavender, naked?"

Harry grinned, "And I pleasured myself as her, too, twice. A bunch, really. Then as Ginny."

"Show me," Ron gasped.

Harry smiled, then started walking for his room. "Dobby," he called, "Can I get a floor-length mirror put in my room?"

The Elf popped in, glanced once with wide eyes at Harry, then nodded, squeaking, "Right away, Mistress Harry."

While he blushed and Ron laughed, his friend followed him into his room.

The mirror, adorned with gold and silver and very old-fashioned, stood in a corner when Harry stepped through the door. He stood in front of it, and began to shift again, while Ron came up behind him, a few paces back and to Harry's left.

Once Harry felt he'd gotten it right, which took about five minutes this time since he didn't have to change as much, he lifted the hem of his shirt to the bottom of his breasts, and looked into the mirror at Ron's face, "I'll do this, Ron- but remember, it's me under here. I don't care if you wank- Lavender's gorgeous- but..."

"Don't worry," Ron said with a grin, "and get on with it, mate. Show me those titties."

Harry rolled his eyes as he obliged, letting his hands fall, feeling strangely shy, to his sides. "Mm... not quite right. One second."

The breasts pulled up, a bit tighter to his ribs and Harry narrowed the waist a little more too. "Mm... that's better."

Ron freed his cock while Harry pushed down his now too-large jeans and stepped out of them, then pulled off his shoes and socks, giving a little twirl. He'd even copied, with some degree of accuracy, the girl's heart-shaped thatch of hair over her slit.

Ron stared at him, wide-eyed. "Damn... she is fine."

"I know," Harry grinned, "and apparently, she likes it rough. She told me, when she blew me on the train at the end of last year. Or... no, was that this year...? Yeah, this year, on the way to Hogwarts."

"Lucky bastard, shagging that fine ass," Ron grunted, working himself faster.

"I didn't, she blew me," Harry reminded him, "but she wanted it hard, and told me if I did... she wouldn't mind if I 'forced' her. Kind of like with Mandy."

"Have you?" Ron asked.

"Not yet," he replied, staring as Ron sped up again. "Um... you really gonna wank to me?"

"Fuck yeah. Haven't just had a good wank in ages. Kind of missed it, even if I wished I never had to again a year ago."

Harry grinned, "Well, pull up a chair then. I may's well get myself off, too. It's really good as a girl."

"Y- Yeah?"

"Feels very different. More intense, but it takes more build-up. You feel it with your whole body," Harry answered, sitting on the edge of the bed facing Ron and opening his legs, then after reaching both hands up to cup his heavy, full breasts, gave them a squeeze. "Even the tits feel good- it's no surprise to me anymore that every one of the girls likes having them played with."

Ron groaned, staring raptly as Harry started to play with them, tweaking and pulling at his nipples, strangely amused and aroused at the same time by the show he was giving Ron... and the show Ron was giving him. "If I had tits, I'd play with them all the time," Ron grunted.

Harry grinned, then leaned down, struck by an idea, to pull one nipple into his mouth and give it a lick while it was caught between his teeth.

It hurt, pulling his breast like that, but it also felt good, like someone giving them a hard squeeze, but a thrill of pleasure shot through him all the same. Harry reached down, then, sliding his open hand against his smooth stomach, and cupped his sex, working his whole hand around a few times, then spread the petals open with his fingers. "Do you like my pussy, Ron?" It was a bit weird speaking in Lavender's voice, but knowing it was himself saying it, but Harry pushed that aside. It did feel really nice, after all.

"S- hell yeah."

Harry grinned at his friend's growing arousal, and put one foot up on the bed, leaving the other on the floor, leaning back and to the side on one elbow as he started to rub a bit more. "It feels good... I love touching myself. It's- it's even kind of hot watching you wank for me," Harry admitted, the last part coming out quietly.

"Er... wha?"

"Being a girl," Harry whispered, "with Polyjuice or like- with my powers, makes me feel their hormones, too. It takes a bit to kick in, but I start to like what girls like. I'm still me, but I don't feel so icky about... you know, dicks."

"O- Oh. Makes- makes sense, I s'pose," Ron acknowledged.

Harry started rubbing faster, looking down his body, using the hand he was leaning on to grab at his tits as they swayed. It was starting to feel very good indeed, now.

Ron grunted, shoving off the chair and onto his knees, walking that way across the carpet until he was just inches from the edge of the bed, watching in detail as Harry continued to work himself into a frenzy.

Then he came, shooting hot white streams onto the bed, across his friend's waist and stomach, and one thin string, as he kept wanking, over Harry's left tit.

"Gods," Ron gasped, then jumped up and hurried from the room.

Harry, not quite there, kept rubbing... but the hand supporting himself was freed up, as he lay back fully, to scoop up the semen on his chest and bring it to his mouth, giving it a tentative lick.

No, it didn't taste that bad at all, as a girl.

In fact...

He reached down for some more, closing his eyes with pleasure as he climaxed, scooping up another load and sticking it in his mouth, too.

When the girls, laughing and giggling, returned from their walk, Ron was not in the quarters, and Harry had showered, masturbating there again as Lavender, before switching back to his own form and finishing the job once more.

In fact, Ron could barely look at him for several days, and since Lyra was still exhausted from the magical expenditure of 'powering up' Hermione, Harry's time was filled, mostly, with either homework, classes, or shagging the Succubus to help restore her energy levels over the next two and a half weeks.

In his limited private time, Harry continued to transform into a girl and enjoy the new and unique pleasures that brought. A little more publicly he continued to try and find the time to shag Hermione, Ginny, and Lyra each at least once a day. Hannah began to join in the group they had formed more frequently too, and regularly asked for either Harry or Ron to take her in the ass or mouth while she fucked Neville, or some variation thereof, after homework was completed that night. The blonde girl didn't seem as interested in spending time with any of the three girls again, she did allow it when Ginny leaned over her chest or between her legs to add to her pleasure while one of the boys filled her. While she kept quiet in most conversations with the group as a whole, like her boyfriend, she started to join in the more physical side of things with increasing abandon aside from the lower interest in women.

Ron was still being a bit weird when it was just he and Harry around, though, so the dark-haired boy decided it was time to do a little something about it.

He waited until Wednesday afternoon of the first week in October when the others were still in classes before he sprang his trap. "Hey, Ron," Harry said, setting down his quill in the book he had been reading from and tossing the homework over it, "I'm randy."

"Me too," the other boy said with a frown, looking up from his Potions work, "Who did you have in mind...? Most girls are in school."

"Got one lined up," Harry said with a smirk, casting his eyes toward the closed Dungeon, "in there."

"R- Really? Wicked, I didn't even see you sneak anyone in. Alright, let's go have some fun, yeah?"

Harry followed his friend into the room, wand at the ready and aimed squarely at his back, though he intended no harm.

The ginger blinked, glancing around the room to find it clean and sweet-smelling, for they had made some effort at cleaning it over the last couple of days. "Er... where's the bird?"

"Stupefy."

Ron was heavy, Harry decided as he caught him half-way down, but all he really needed to do was guide his friend's fall then levitate him onto the couch. Part of Harry still wasn't sure he wanted to do this, wasn't sure if he would like it, much less if Ron would be willing, but...

He wanted to try, and there were few people he trusted to do it more than Ronald Weasley. Even if he had just attacked Ron from behind.

Harry used first his wand then arms to arrange his friend comfortably on the couch, which this time was still there even a month after he had created it, then entered his bedroom for a few minutes while he changed form. It was getting easier and easier, but Harry took a few minutes to do a little more, like put on something borrowed from Hermione without her knowledge or permission, something a little racnant y.

It was kind of weird trying to get it to sit right with boobs he wasn't quite accustomed to, but Harry felt it was worth the work as he admired himself in the newer, larger, unframed and square mirror mounted on his wall, which was six feet on a side, similar to the one he'd created down in the Chamber of Secrets. "I look hot," he decided quietly, voice husky and still a bit unfamiliar but definitely feminine. He had been this version of himself before, including the night he'd first shown Ron he could change his form and several times since, but it was still new to him.

Harry steeled his nerves, took one more admiring look in the mirror, and walked into the Dungeon. Ron was exactly where he'd left him, sitting in the center of the couch. Harry sat opposite the young man, legs tightly together and feeling even more shy strangely, before he lifted his wand and incanted, "Enervate."

Ron jolted, blinking, and opened his eyes. As he glanced around to get his bearings, he skipped over Harry for the moment, then looked back slowly. "I... er, h- who're you? What- what happened?"

Harry swallowed. "I stunned you," he said quietly, "to get you to sit down and hear me out. After we've talked, I'll let you do what you want. But we do need to talk."

It took Ron a few seconds to piece things together, but he eventually asked quietly, "H- Harry?"

"Harriet, if you prefer," he replied, "or you can call me something else. I haven't- haven't named this form."

"You still have your- your mum's eyes," Ron murmured, unable to help his own, it seemed, from roving up and down Harry's body, lingering on how his full chest, larger than Hermione's but not quite as round as Lyra's, filled out the sky-blue corset he wore. The also-borrowed knickers hid his sparse hair and folds, but little else.

"Thanks," Harry said with a soft smile, "Took me a while to get the change and keep those. I like them."

"They- they do suit you," Ron said, blushing, and looked away.

Harry sighed, "That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. Does it... bother you, me being a girl?"

To his credit, Ron swallowed and leaned back, staring up at the ceiling for several minutes while he thought about it. Eventually, still looking upward, he replied, "Not really, it... I mean, you look good. Really good. It's just... I know you're Harry in there. It's... weird. I mean, I spun- the other day, I..."

"You came on me?"

Ron nodded.

Harry did, too, "You know I feel like honesty is always best when it comes to things like this, right?"

Again, his friend nodded.

"I ate it, Ron. Every drop." Ron paled, then turned bright red, but Harry pressed on, "When I'm like this- a girl- I seem to have... well, a girl's wants, and desires. I'm still me, yes. But... it changes, too. Only when I'm a girl. I've got no desire to see you wank if I'm a bloke, though it doesn't bother me to see it anymore, or to touch it if sex is involved, but I'm not about to go shagging you as a bloke. Does that make any sense?"

After a few minutes again, Ron shrugged, "I guess. And it does make me feel a bit better, but, um... the implication there is that, well, as a girl, you..."

"That I do?"

Again, a nod.

"That's because I do," Harry admitted. "When I changed into Lavender and realized how incredible it could be, I didn't do it again for a couple days. Then I did, and your- well, Ginny showed me she really is as good at eating a pussy as Hermione is at sucking dick. I whited out, Ron, it was that intense."

"Shit," Ron muttered, looking away again.

"Then the next day, I... I sucked off Lyra. She had her younger form, you know, the one I... like best, but she had my dick. It was... kind of fun, having that much control over her pleasure. I see why Hermione likes that, too. And she shagged me while I was Ginny, and she was herself with my dick. And I loved it. Some of it was 'cause it was Lyra, and she really knows what she's doing, and some was that it was my dick, and I felt like what Ginny must feel, but some of it was just... I liked it. Sex feels good for girls, too, if you do it right."

"Okay," Ron muttered, stealing one glance in his direction then looking away again, "What's... the point of this, though?"

Harry shrugged himself, feeling a but frustrated that Ron didn't seem to get it, "I... I keep thinking about it. I like being a girl sometimes, I like cumming this way. I like blowing my load, too, so don't worry I'm switching sides or anything, but this is great, too. And when I am a girl, I keep thinking- not all the time, but a lot of it- about what it'd feel like, being... well, with you. Or Neville. Or myself, since Lyra can imitate me just fine."

Ron shook his head, "You're a sick fuck," though there was no heat or venom in the words.

"Maybe," Harry chuckled, the admission had, if anything, helped him relax and adjust to the idea. "But it doesn't change how I feel about it."

"So... what, then?" Ron asked, "you stunned me, showed me this- not that I'm complaining, even if it's weird- and for what?"

"I want to suck you off," she eventually whispered, "and if you're willing, to have sex. I want to see if I enjoy it, and if you do."

"Like... an experimence?"

"Experiment," Girl-Harry corrected automatically, "but yes. Something like that."

Ron frowned, "And- and if we don't? If either of us don't like it?"

"Then we stop, and we never talk about it again," Harry said with a laugh, "because that would be weird."

After a few minutes, Ron nodded. "Al- alright. I can't call you Harry, though, and Harriet is too close. But since you have pretty eyes, how about Iris?"

"That works," Harry- now Iris- said with a soft smile. "Do I need to get you hard, Ron?"

As Harry stood up, stretching, he saw Ron boggle, then turn pink again. "Er... that probably won't be hard," he muttered.

"It's supposed to be hard," Harry-as-Iris replied.

"Har, har... Well, get on with it, then."

Maybe he was trying to make sure Harry really wanted to do this, because Ron didn't seem willing to help. In fact, he spread both arms over the back of the couch as Harry stepped in cautiously, then used his feet to push Ron's apart a bit, and sink to his knees. I'm... am I really doing this? Yes... yes, I think I am. Gods, I can't stop thinking about it. At least, if it's gross, I'll know.

He reached for Ron's zipper, then undid his belt, before unsnapping his trousers. Ron helped a little, then, lifting his hips and hooking his fingers in the waistband of those and his boxers enough for Harr- no, for Iris to pull them down to his ankles. H- no, She left them there, and put a hand on Ron's hairy thigh. Then looked up at him, reminding her friend, "If this makes you uncomfortable at any time, stop me. I won't complain."

"Y- Yeah, same," Ron murmured, shifting his pelvis out a bit more.

Iris nodded, then looked down.

Flaccid, Ron was about four inches long, as wide as her two smallest fingers. Erect, she suspected that he was nearly eleven inches long after Lyra's enhancements on him, and a little bit wider, thicker, but still thin for the length for sure.

He was about half that now as Iris reached out a hand to let his length rest in her soft, uncaloused and pale hand, him about half-way erect. She was surprised by the heat of him already, and it quickly swelled as she touched it. A wave of some sort of musky odor washed over her, and she realized that Ron hadn't bathed since school, and he'd been pent up in his pants because of classes.

It stank...

And she inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering closed almost involuntarily.

Ron opened his legs wider, letting his balls hang loose and low, a few shades darker than the rest of his pale flesh, between his thighs as he finished hardening. "Your hands are cool," he muttered, "Feels good."

Iris nodded, opening her eyes to see her hand now pressing Ron against his stomach. The boy pulled up the hem of his shirt then, allowing Iris to run her left hand palm-down along his length. Oddly, she seemed more dominant there, while Harry was right-handed.

Her hand was exactly half the distance, she decided, as she reached out with her other hand to gently touch Ron's sack, rolling his testicles between her fingers. He sighed again, staring avidly at either her hands or, when she glanced up, the ample cleavage she was displaying. "Can I put it in my mouth?" she asked quietly.

Ron grunted, then nodded, reaching down to angle himself outward from his body.

But Iris pushed his hand away, and lifted her rear from her ankles to lean over him, pushing out her tongue. Still holding him against his stomach, she darted out, and tasted his testicles. Ron moaned, shifting slightly in the seat.

They were salty and sweaty, musky and as he- she- had suspected, they were hard and stiff, swollen, inside a loose, soft covering. They rolled and slid in her hand, too, just like Harry's did after a hot shower or on a hot day. Without prompting, she sucked one between her lips, running her tongue across it. Ron gasped, a hand falling, unbidden, into her long, thick hair.

Looking downward, hair framing her face, Iris smiled, and licked the testicle again before letting it fall with a pop. Then she leaned in again for the other, repeating the motions. Then she dragged her tongue up his scrotum, to the base of Ron's long dick, and up, up, up the shaft, pressing it into him at the end with her tongue and chin rather than her hand.

When she pulled back a bit Ron was breathing hard, staring down at her. Iris pushed the hair from around her face, and murmured, "One second."

She didn't rise, instead just leaning back and twisting her flexible- much more than Harry's- torso to reach for her wand.

He flinched as she cast, but the spell had been aimed an inch above her own hand. A simple conjuration, really, a strip of silk.

Iris hurried with clumsy, inexpert fingers to tie the majority of her mass of hair behind her head with it, then looked up at Ron, was was now rubbing his cock-head with a few fingers, "So you can see better," she whispered, then leaned in again.

This time, she licked around the outside of his dick, smiling to herself at how it moved and flexed beneath her strong tongue. Then she swallowed, and leaned in, opening her mouth.

She closed it again when Ron was brushing the top of her palate, but Iris wasn't finished, even if Ron was sighing and breathing hard again. She pulled herself down, tilting her head and angling him with a hand wrapped around his base, to push him in...

She had grown accustomed to this, at least a little, with Lilith.

She could do this with Ron.

Unfortunately, by the time Iris first gagged, she was only about a third of the way down his long penis. So she started to bob quickly, lips locked around the hard length, hands both pumping the lower two-thirds.

While blowing him, Iris decided that yes, she did like sucking Ron's cock, and probably Lilith's, too, but that Harry definitely did not, because a part of him was recoiling inside at the idea. Yet that part only seemed to drive Iris harder, to encourage her to take more, more of him.

Time passed in a blur as her head rose and fell, Ron eventually bringing both hands up to gently guide her movements, as Iris grew more and more hungry, empty with need and desire.

"Cu-Cumming," Ron grunted.

Even with the warning, the force of it caught Iris by surprise but she kept going anyway, pumping with one hand and bobbing on the top third while the increasingly familiar, hot seed shot into her mouth in seven long, powerful bursts.

When he was done, Iris realized her eyes were closed, and that she was grinning around Ron's cock. Slowly, she pulled free, looking up at him, then opened her mouth to reveal it half-full. Then she closed it and swallowed, the smile returning full-force.

He tasted, she thought, salty and bitter, but more like a cracker with salami on it than anything else. Not too bad, but not delicious, either. Yet... She was still full, as if she'd eaten a delicious meal again. Great, I really can eat either kind of cum. Still don't think I'll do this as Harry, though. "Did you like that, Ron?"

He sighed, still stroking himself slowly, "Shit, Har- I- Iris, you know I did. That was brilliant. You're... surprisingly good at it."

Iris shrugged, "I know what feels good."

Ron nodded, "Makes sense. So... I mean... how does this... change things?"

Harry-Iris sat back on her haunches thoughtfully. "I... it doesn't have to change anything. But if you want something new sometimes, you can ask me. I won't always say yes. And I'm not going to do it as a bloke, even if you begged."

"No worries there, mate," Ron muttered darkly, "but... what about this?"

Iris looked down, smiling, "If we had time, I'd shag you now. Save it for special occasions otherwise, maybe."

Ron glanced at his watch and frowned, "I... there's like, ten minutes until the girls will be here before dinner."

Iris paused, blinking. "You know what? I'm going to show them all soon anyway. You want ro fuck, Ron? Technically, this form's a virgin... sort of. I even have a hymen again."

He had, after all, checked.

Ron swallowed, eyes raking her body hungrily as Iris stood up. "Er... you know what? I think I do. How- how d'you want me to do it?"

Iris smiled softly, "I think I want you to take charge. You tell me."

Ron grinned, still looking a bit embarrassed to be excited about the whole situation, "Alright. Then... take that ridiculously sexy thing off. I wanna see your girl-tits."

Iris reached behind her for the straps, pulling them free as she stood up. The lingerie was designed to come free quickly, and it pooled around her hips before she gave a little wiggle and pushed them down again. Ron was already staring at her, stroking his still saliva-slick cock. "You can touch me, Ron," she whispered, giving both of them a heft before brushing her thumbs across either nipple, "taste me. Take me."

The wizard in question, though, stopped stroking, giving Iris a very measuring gaze. "Same- same rules? If it's weird or uncomfortable...?"

Iris nodded.

"Come- c'mere, then," Ron instructed, reaching out his hands to rest them on Iris' hips, pulling her closer, until she had to step up onto the couch with her knees straddling his waist.

She shivered as his big, calloused hands slid up and inward across her belly, then to the heavy globes on her chest and sighed as he brushed over them, trying hard to hold each one in his hands. She found herself leaning into his touch with another sigh.

"Can't get my hands around 'em," Ron murmured, thumbing her nipples himself as Iris slid one hand up his arm, the other down her belly to rest between her legs, moving in tiny circles. "And yer nips are really hard."

"I'm really turned on," Iris whispered, unable to hide her blush, "You feel really- really g-good."

Ron smiled up at her, just an inch or so above his head as she straddled his lap, "You look really good. Your tits might even be better than Lilith's- more natural looking. I want to..."

He stopped talking, tilting his head in to pull one of her nipples into his mouth, and Iris let out a soft moan of relief. She hadn't realized how tense she was until it started to fade under his tongue and lips as they worked her breast, one hand on the other, while his other limb circled her waist and pulled her against him. She could feel his rod harder, hotter, against her core as she moved in, and sighed as she felt its tip against her belly-button.

She let Ron play for a couple of minutes, reveling in how he was making her feel, how her depths burned with heat, feeling his member throb against her body, and the small, subtle sounds of pleasure he was making as she started to grind against him, vibrating on her tits. Then she pulled back, and Ron froze, looking scared. "S- Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Relax," Iris whispered, rising to her feet once more to push her knickers, thin silk of the same color as her corset, down around her ankles and stepped out with one leg, leaving the other on. Then she climbed back up onto the couch, half-standing, and put her arms on either side of Ron's head. "Taste me...?"

Ron swallowed, looking shocked at his good fortune now, and brought both hands up the back of Iris' thighs to cup her rather small, boyish ass and pull her in a bit as he took a deep sniff, "You smell like strawberries," he murmured.

Then she gasped and shuddered again, crying out as his tongue slithered up her channel from the bottom, grazing over the entrance of her vagina and urethra both, and flicking against the underside of her clitoris. "Oh, God," she cried, and pushed herself even further toward him, "Don't- don't stop."

"Wasn't planning on it," Ron replied, and starting licking faster. Iris heard whimpering, a distracting sound, and realized only after several seconds as he delved around her nearly hairless groin that it was her making the noises.

But she couldn't stop. It felt divine, almost as good as Ginny doing the deed had been, but with the added spice of it being a male she was attracted to as a female, one who she wanted inside her, and right now.

"Fuck me," she gasped, pulling away from his mouth, and sitting down again.

She fumbled on his cock, unable to make her hand work as she wanted, but Ron came to her rescue, taking hold of his base. "Are you sure?" he asked quietly.

Iris nodded, "Yes, please."

He gave her a solemn look, then pushed himself out, rubbing his tip along her clit and bending as he moved around her pelvis. With a slight pop, he was in her, just the head, and Iris gasped, feeling the want, the desperate need, double. She couldn't help it. Knowing it would hurt, knowing that Harry really didn't want to do this, didn't want her to do this, Iris cast caution to the wind and dropped, all ten inches she could get at this angle.

Harry was used to pain.

Iris, not so much.

She cried out, instinctively clutching Ron close with both arms around his neck, desperate for some sort of comfort, to have a trusted friend close right then, even as she knew he was the one hurting her. But it had been her choice, and she didn't regret it, even if it hurt so much.

Dimly, she knew that the pain would've been negligible to Harry. He'd felt far worse. But Iris, she had already concluded, was not Harry.

Now she knew for sure, because while her inner self, the previous self, the one she'd been born as, recoiled at her stupidity, Iris, the person she was right now, ached in terrible pain, and wanted more.

More of Ron, more of his delicious dick, more intimacy, more sex, more pleasure, maybe even a bit more pain, just not in her cunt right now, thanks, if at all possible. She had plenty to be going on with.

"Sorry," Ron whispered, hands tenderly reaching around her to pull her into the hug she desperately needed, "I didn't expect... well, I didn't think it'd hurt that much."

"It doesn't," Iris whimpered, "I'm apparently a wuss as a girl."

Both jumped when Lyra's tender voice murmured from behind the couch, "Well, you haven't spent long as a girl, Master. Your nerves are new, so you're more sensitive to both pleasure and pain."

Ron looked up over her shoulder, but Iris kept her head down, buried in his neck, as three sets of feet moved quietly into the room.

"Er... it's not- not what it looks like," he stammered.

Ginny chuckled, "Doesn't look like you're shagging Harry as a girl?"

"Er, n- no," Ron muttered, "That's... that's obvious. It's just... I didn't mean to-"

"To shag someone behind my back?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Er, well..."

Lyra snorted, "You two are being mean. Can't you see Master is hurting?"

"We know he is," Ginny replied, "We're trying to distract him with humor."

"I'm not Harry," Iris said quietly, half-whimpering, "I'm Iris."

She was grateful that the girls seemed to drop it, because while she was very embarrassed at being caught out (mostly, she felt, due to Harry's influence on her), and she hurt in ways she couldn't have imagined, she also wanted, needed, to move. To ride Ron furiously, to feel him ejaculate inside her, to...

Something.

Anything.

Seeming to sense that somehow, Lyra murmured, "Alright, ladies, let's leave them to it for a bit. We can entertain each other for a while."

"Or we can work on homework, since no one's dying," Hermione reminded them.

"Or we could do that," Ginny grumbled.

A few seconds later, the footsteps had withdrawn, and the door closed quietly again.

"Sorry," Ron whispered, "you- you okay?"

Iris shook her head, but ground her hips against his pelvis, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her that served in part to drown out the pain that had already begun to recede. "Not okay... need you," she whispered, giving her hips another twist and grind.

"Does it... still hurt?"

She nodded, murmuring, "Don't care," and pulled away from him to show that she had tears in her eyes though her cheeks were yet dry, and ran a hand down her body to put two fingers alongside his cock. They came up bloody as she showed him. "Told you I was a virgin."

"I didn't think you were lyin'," Ron replied softly, "I... still sorry it hurt."

"I'm not," Iris whispered, pushing herself painfully up, up, as he scraped along her tender channel, feeling his head, wider than the rest, poignantly. Then another, stronger spike as he hit what was left of her hymen. She whimpered again, but kept going until he was nearly out, then lowered down again slowly.

"Gods," Ron sighed, throwing his head back and putting his hands on her rear, "you're so tight. Feels fuckin' amazing."

Iris sighed and smiled. "I'm... glad, Ron. I want you to feel good in me."

Truth be told, she wasn't hurting as badly anymore, either. "It's better," she told him, "starting... to feel good again. I..."

She lifted again in an appraising stroke all the way back up to the top, then back down. There was still a tender soreness throughout and a worse pain as he moved past the wound, but...

"No, that's not too bad," she whispered again, and started moving faster.

"You're incredible," Ron sighed, then pushed forward so he could suckle her tits again and gave both of her bum cheeks a strong squeeze that made her yelp.

Iris started moving faster as the pain allowed, and quickly found it more bearable as her lubrication increased, either from her body's natural production or what she felt had to be copious amounts of blood, because she was just so full, and feeling his hot length add to her own heat wasn't so much painful anymore as mildly annoying, but that was nothing compared to her need to be full, to be one, to...

Her body seized momentarily, and another rush of pleasure, minor but definitely there, pulsed through her. When she stopped moving Ron started, pushing up into her gently the best he could since he was beneath her on the couch. Iris let him keep control as she recovered, aside from adding the occasional forward and back grind or circular twist, both of which seemed to drive Ron wild as they did her, "I came," she whispered, looking deep into his tense-looking face, "I was a virgin, and I came with your cock in me. I must be a slag, Ron..."

The ginger's face twisted, "I... I'm gonna cum soon, too."

"Do it," she whispered, suddenly desperate to feel it, to feel him erupt in her, and threw her body against his, her hips shaking frantically as his rod plumbed just a little deeper into her, "Cum in me, please!"

Ron seemed unable to stop it, and yanked down with his hands on her ass as he pushed up, lifting both off the couch. She squealed in surprise as he did, her body hanging over his, and then again as she felt him spurt. Iris could feel every blast in her hyper-sensitive body, could feel him as every pulse of semen flew up his shaft and out into her channel.

Slowly, he settled back onto the couch, panting.

Eventually, while he was still hard and she still wanted more, Iris found herself climbing off Ron and settling between his legs again.

There wasn't as much blood as she'd feared. More white, in fact, with only hints of pink now... she leaned in, took up Ron by the base, and started cleaning him with her tongue.

He groaned and sighed again.

She didn't want to deny him, though. Maybe it was ingrained from Lilith cleaning Harry so often, but both Hermione and Ginny had started doing the same most times, regardless of who had filled them, and Iris felt it was only proper.

It only took a few minutes until she had all the cum and blood mixture in her mouth or moving down her throat, feeling both cool and warm at the same time, slimy, yet not unpleasant. But when Iris pulled away, Ron put a hand in her hair, "Don't- don't stop. Merlin, Iris, don't stop."

She looked up at him, feeling strangely shy, "Er... Ron, do you want me to suck your dick again?"

"Please, yes," he murmured, "You're- you're really good at it."

Iris debated telling him no, because Harry was growing increasingly frantic to be himself again, but... she had enjoyed it.

Enjoyed having him in her, both times (and almost a third).

Maybe she didn't owe him precisely, because he'd clearly had his pleasure from her, but...

"Okay, Ron. Tell me what you want."

"Er..."

"Tell me," she whispered softly, looking up at him, "tell me what you want me to do."

"Suck- suck my cock, Iris," he muttered, blushing.

"Okay."

And she did.

Much of the strangeness had faded by the time she took him in her mouth again, some residue of his earlier climax and her own strawberry flavor still on him as she started bobbing quickly. She wanted more and soon, for she tasted sweet and he salty. It was a delicious combination to her, even with the tang of iron.

Then she grinned around him, and reached between her legs, pushing two fingers inside...

It still hurt, but not that badly, and she pulled away with a pair of fingers-full of the same mixture. She smirked, looking up at Ron, then wiped it all over the top of his shaft, and started sucking again while her hands got back to work on the lower side.

"Oh, shite, that's hot," Ron gasped while she was doing so, "kinky as fuck, too."

"I'm a naughty slag," Iris told him briefly, and started pumping harder, faster.

It only took about two minutes, he was so riled up, but eventually Ron's hand tightened against her head and pulled her down, further than she could manage, so that Iris coughed as his cum hit the back of her throat.

She tried to pull back, but he was too strong, helpless to resist as he climaxed, even as her hands fisted and struck his thighs, and...

It was over.

"Too deep," she whimpered after pulling him out of her mouth, and wiping her lips with the palm of her hand, then smacked her lips.

"Sorry," Ron replied, seeming genuinely apologetic, "I... I couldn't help it."

Iris shook her head, "Still. Er... we should probably go... talk to the others."

"Y- Yeah. I... thanks."

Iris paused, half-risen with her hands on the negligee and her knickers, to look over at him, "Thank you, Ron. I'm glad it was you."

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