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Chap. 52: Hallowed Eve
Elsewhere in the castle that evening, Draco Malfoy smiled as his target, blissfully unaware of his presence, left the main corridors and turned into the same side hall they usually took to avoid the crowds. It was a bit longer back to the common room, he knew, so the pretty seventh year witch must have wanted the solitude of being away from the rush of people making their way out of the library as Madame Pince closed it for the night.
"I donno bout this," Goyle muttered from a few feet behind him, "seems... well, after last time I donno."
"That other girl was a mistake," Draco hissed sharply over his shoulder, sending a stern look at his once loyal lackey, who now did as he was told only because the Dark Lord had told him to follow Malfoy's instructions, to assist wherever he was able in the great mission the blonde had been given. "We were sloppy, so we got caught. But no one would think another girl going missing is us, no one would look anywhere near the same place after what happened to her. This one... we'll do her right. Er... you know what I mean."
"What do you mean?" the rather thick young man asked quietly, but Malfoy had already turned away, raising his wand as he watched the girl, her nose in a book, slowly clack down the marble hallways with her school shoes.
The moment she sensed their presence, he watched her angular face change from quiet tranquility to momentary fear, which spiked further still as she looked down from his face to his tie, and then further to his wand, which was already aimed at her.
The last thing she could remember for several minutes was a firm voice saying, "Imperio."
Draco smiled as he watched her tension flee, replaced by a sense of calm and good cheer. "Excellent, it worked. Right, then, bitch- follow me. Goyle, go tell Crabbe it worked, meet me up by the room after taking your potions."
"R- Right. Um... see you later, then."
The blonde's smile widened as his former 'friend' hastened to do his bidding, just like he should have been the whole time, then stowed his wand away as the girl approached, giving her an appraising eye before turning without a word and moving for the nearest set of stairs going up. The seventh floor, after all, was quite a bit higher than the Library.
After he had paced back and forth three times, as required, Draco stepped into the Room of Hidden Things for the first time in several days, glad that the Elf he'd ordered to clean up the mess of the other girl had done so. It was a family elf, too, so he could trust it to keep it a secret, unless his father connected the missing girls to Draco and started asking questions. But, given his last visit and letters from home, he doubted very much that Lucius Malfoy was in any position to protest.
The thought might once have made Draco quail in fear, but now... now it encouraged him. The Dark Lord had, after all, trusted him with this most dangerous, most sensitive mission. It was all up to him. And sure, the stress had been getting to him. The complexity of the task was far more than he had suspected at first.
That was why he had a need for... well, a way to relieve tension.
He didn't wait long before moving further into the room, well past where the now dead fuck-toy had been, ignoring the table and moving further into the stacks upon mountains of detritus, until he finally came to a recently cleaned and rearranged section, well-hidden from all approaches until one was directly on it, which required actually reaching the far wall of the gigantic chamber and doubling back a few feet to the right of the path to it.
Through the entire journey, the girl had followed without question or comment, leaving Draco plenty of time to finish looking over the small, room-like space that held a discarded but functional bed, now cleaned with linens as well, a night-stand, and the same cursed black cabinet he'd been trying to fix for weeks, along with a floor-length mirror. He had to be able to see to get his hair just so, after all.
Eventually, he turned to the girl, slipping out of his robes and letting them fall, then moving up to remove his tie, "What's your name?"
"Isabelle Ross," the girl said without question, looking around blissfully as well.
"Mm. Take your clothes off and suck my dick."
There was a brief moment of hesitation that made Draco finger his wand before he pushed down his pants, but the girl's willpower was not up to the task of defeating his new favorite spell, and she began moving to obey.
Once she was nude, he took a moment to admire her figure. She was tall, a bit taller than him really, with a slender, athletic build that belied the sedentary life most wizarding folk led. Her chest was modest, small for her tall frame, but well-shaped and capped with dark, small areolae, while her stomach was flat, finished with long, smooth legs and a small patch of trimmed hair between her legs that, like the pixie-cut hair on her head, shone black in the sourceless light of the Room of Hidden Things.
She hesitated again after she had knelt before him, but Draco said just one word, "Suck."
She swallowed, then opened her mouth wide, taking him in.
Draco threw his head back, sighing in relief. It'd been too long... he'd always been the randy sort, but had rarely been able to perform until recently. He couldn't have told you why even a year ago, but now... now things were different.
His own godfather had been poisoning him. In the guise of making his godson tea during their semi-regular weekly visits, he found evidence that Severus Snape was doing the foul deed within an hour of the man's sacking. He hadn't even been given orders, not that Draco could find, but apparently a small potion added to his tea with every visit was enough to make him- him, the powerful son of a very influential, wealthy pure-blood family!- nearly impotent.
And Umbridge...
Memories of what she had done to him in the interest of 'building trust' nearly made him impotent, too.
But those were now safely locked away behind hard-fought Occlumency training under the tutelage of his crazy aunt, and the fat, ugly bitch was well and truly out of his life, just like Snape. And now, now he found himself with the ability to match what he'd always wanted. He groaned as Isabelle's mouth worked on him, her inexpert but not entirely inexperienced tongue sliding over his cap before she moved down further.
Now, thanks to his aunt's additional training, he could have nearly any witch he wanted with just a few hours' planning.
And he did have his plans.
For now, Slytherin House was off-limits. The daughters of the Sacred Twenty-Eight always would be, at least if his Lord and Master had anything to say about it. The only way he could access their bodies were if they were willing, no magic allowed. The other pure-bloods were less important, but in the interests of securing his own place in the new hierarchy after the Dark Lord took power thanks, in no small part, to Draco's own efforts, he would wait. Once he did have his new position in the Master's inner circle, replacing what was left of his parents, he could truly have anyone he wanted.
And he did, he hated to admit it to himself, need help with the Cabinet. It was beginning to frustrate him, but he could admit he wasn't perfect, didn't know everything. A part of him even knew, deep down, that this whole thing was a suicide mission. Assassinate Dumbledore... he was a child.
But Draco also knew he could do it, and every time he was able to cast the Imperius Curse, it worked a little better, lasted longer, took less effort. Soon, he would have it truly mastered, and the world would be his. After all, he didn't have to do the deed himself. He just needed a patsy to get lucky, and Hogwarts was full of them, just like the girl doing her best to get him off.
He grunted, feeling his pleasure rise. She was no master of course, but Isabelle had clearly done this before, and knew what she was about. "That's it, slut... swallow it all when it happens, then get up on the bed."
Years of not being able to wank no matter how much he wanted to didn't exactly give Draco Malfoy the ability to climax and stay hard, but he did recover pretty fast, and he had picked a Ravenclaw again, despite not wanting to establish a pattern, because he needed a girl with a brain in her head, even if he preferred a bimbo.
Another grunt, and Isabelle, eyes shimmering with something between tears and pain, took his whole length in, swallowing repeatedly as he climaxed.
The moment he was done, she obeyed, climbing onto the bed and taking a simple, flat, rail-thin posture along its length.
He snorted, then started to explain, while he recovered, why he needed her. "This is a Vanishing Cabinet. Your family used to make them, didn't they?"
"Yes," Isabelle nodded.
"Do you know how they work?"
She nodded again.
"Good. This one's broken. You are going to help me fix it, and I'm going to keep you fed, watered, and healthy. When it's done, working right, I'll set you free."
"Okay."
"And any time I want, you're going to suck my todger, or shag me, and you'll never complain."
"Okay."
"Good. Now..."
Even the report of a fourth missing girl, the second Ravenclaw, seemed to go relatively unnoticed by the Hogwarts rumor mill, though the teachers seemed more worried than ever. Life seemed to go on, for a couple more weeks, until Halloween approached again.
Lavender Brown had, by and large, returned to her normal self after that first insane weekend. She still spent most of her time in the company of Parvati Patil and a few of the other more gossipy girls at Hogwarts, but a few times a week either stopped by Harry's loaned quarters for an hour or two, with Ginny, Harry, Ron, Neville, Lyra, and even on some occasions Hermione making use of her willingness, or overnight if she thought she could get away with it without arousing suspicion from her best friend.
Pansy, in turn, was there less frequently because even if Daphne and Tracey were 'in the know' about Lyra, she didn't want it known that she had let people- Gryffindors, even- aside from Harry have her body, or about her particular desires as far as sex. In the last two weeks, in fact, she had only been to the quarters overnight once, and made quick, hour-long visits only twice.
Ginny and Ron, oddly, seemed to be avoiding each other as far as Harry could tell. Nothing too overt, they could be in the same room as the other, even nude, without the same shame or embarrassment they might have shown the previous year. But as they had the first dozen or so times either had engaged in sexual practices in the company of the other, both were avoiding looking at the other too much, and stayed on opposite sides of the group, all without discussion or planning as far as Harry could tell.
Hermione...
Well, Hermione was special to him in her own way, unique to all the others. His third friend ever, his first female friend, the first girl, the first person he could remember ever hugging him. She had been the most loyal, too. As much as he loved Ron, they all knew the ginger could be fickle. His loyalty had wavered in their fourth year most of all. Harry felt they had gotten past that for the most part, but none of them could forget how much he'd hurt both Harry and Hermione that year.
But Hermione had always stood by him. Even in the third year, when the girl had Professor McGonagall confiscate his precious Firebolt, he knew that it was for his own protection. She was looking out for him when he refused to do so himself.
He had been so distracted that week by the shocking workload of homework and sex that Harry hadn't even remembered the next day was the anniversary of his parents' death until Hermione had told the others, who were just starting to get undressed for another night of play, "We'll see you all later. Have a fun night." Then she had taken up Harry's hand and pulled him from the common area couch toward his bedroom, led him inside, and then locked the door behind them.
"Er, not that I mind really," Harry murmured as she turned to face him again, "But what's that all about? Why aren't we staying with the others?"
Hermione's chocolate eyes searched his own for a few seconds, and both her hands seemed to unerringly find his own. Her voice was soft and cool, a little anxious perhaps. "Harry... if you think I'm going to let you leave my sight for anything except the loo before- before November first, you are very much mistaken. I don't want you dwelling on the past at all."
Harry chuckled, feeling more amused than anything, "Hermione, I- to be honest, I haven't even thought about it much this year. My whole life has been so different since I summoned Lilith that I haven't had much time to dwell on all that sort of thing."
"All the same," she replied, "I know you miss your family, and... well, I want to help. Besides, maybe if we stay locked up in here, nothing terrible will happen."
"Maybe," Harry murmured, "but somehow I doubt it. Maybe it won't happen to us. But, well, what did you have in mind for us to do for the rest of the night?"
She stepped into him, making sure to press her body against his, "I was thinking maybe we could go to bed..."
"You're tired?" he asked, genuinely surprised. Hermione had been gifted with her Runes long enough ago that she, too, was needing less and less sleep.
It was her turn to laugh, and she slapped his chest gently, "I didn't say sleep, Harry, I said bed. As in... well, I thought we could use our mouths for starters."
Harry grinned. "I like this plan so far. Race you?"
Harry was just trying to turn when she brought him to a screeching halt with her hand on the front of his trousers. "Mm... no race, I think. It's not a competition, Harry. We're on the same team. Instead, how about we..."
Then she was past him, laughing joyously as she jumped onto the bed while he still stood there, stunned. "Looks like I win, though."
"Cheeky minx," he muttered darkly, then removed his clothes quickly as he stepped more sedately toward the bed after her. "If you aren't entirely undressed by the time I get there, I'm going to have to punish you."
Hermione, though, only slowly removed the already unbuttoned blouse, so that her skirt and knickers were still on, along with her loosened tie, by the time he was naked and standing at the edge of the bed. She looked up at him challengingly, but Harry only grinned, more than happy to play her game. "Five points from Gryffindor for cheek," he declared quietly, "and another five for your inability to follow simple instructions. Now... Why don't you lay on the bed with your head hanging off, on your back?"
"Is this part of my punishment?" Hermione asked, but sat back up to twist around before doing as he'd asked.
"The start," he told her, "we'll use our mouths as you suggested, but I get to be in charge."
"Yes, Daddy," Hermione whispered, then blushed deeply.
Harry grinned, and almost without effort, he gained two inches and perhaps a stone in weight as his features aged to the man she'd mentioned. "I forgot," he whispered, "that the Weasleys aren't the only ones with incestuous tendencies, Hermione. You had sex with your dad... do you want to suck his cock?"
She shuddered, then nodded, her blush deepening a bit more.
"Okay. This one time, then, no expectations, and no explanation needed. You can even do it how you'd like to before your punishment."
Hermione sat up instead and looked up at him with gentle tears in her eyes. "R- Really? I mean... I've thought about it, but... you don't think it's weird?"
"It probably is," Harry admitted, "but like I've been telling Ginny and Ron, I'm just as kinky and perverted. Maybe more. Who am I to judge? Besides, I shagged your Mum, too, and I keep encouraging Ginny and Ron to go down on each other. Why would I say no to something you want?"
"You're a better man than anyone I know," she whispered, "but yes, I... I do want to. I want to swallow my Daddy's semen. I can't do it like Mommy can, but I want to try. For you, Daddy. I want to make you happy."
Harry frowned, thinking it appropriate to what little he knew of Mr. Granger's personality, then nodded, "I suppose that's alright, this one time, Hermione. But your mother will be back from her vacation tomorrow, so if you aren't sure, you don't need to. I'll be alright until then."
"But I do want to," she insisted with a whisper, "I want to taste Daddy like Mommy does. And- And I want him in me again, like in the hotel."
Harry grinned, then schooled his face into a more stern expression as he returned to the role-play, "The- The hotel? What do you mean, Hermione?"
She pouted, "How come you aren't calling me your baby girl, Daddy? But I mean in the hotel, when you were drunk and thought I was Mum. We shagged, and I loved it. It was almost as good as with my boyfriends, but so naughty. I'm naughty, Daddy. I should probably be spanked."
Harry's resolve not to take her right then and there wavered, but he retained his self-control even as the noise in the other room quieted as the rest moved into the dungeon. "I- I don't know where you learned such common language as shagged, Hermione, but my Baby Girl will not use such foul words, not while you live in my house. You should have your mouth cleaned out. Come here, Daddy will do it for you."
The bookworm feigned worry as she leaned forward and sank from the edge of the bed to her knees.
"Open wide. I'll clean it with this new bottle-brush."
"Yes, Dad-mph!"
Perhaps it was mean, but Harry knew that Hermione could take it, so he shoved all six inches of Mr. Granger's copied penis into his daughter's mouth in one go. It was strange, being someone who was so much smaller than himself, for as his current thick thatch of dark curls tickled Hermione's lips and nose, he just felt her uvula against his tip, when normally he would be buried into her throat several inches. It was strange and unusual, but no less thrilling. In fact, Harry suspected the same number of nerve endings were compressed into a smaller space, making him more sensitive. Combined with the increased pleasure he gained from the Runes, it was easily one of the best blow-jobs he'd ever had so far, not least because Hermione's tongue and mouth were already working and moving on him. "Baby Girl, that's so good... yes, lick it more."
She popped off him a few seconds later to do just that, running her tongue along every side one after the other while her hands worked his scrotum and held him at the base. Then she looked up at him with adoration and feigned confusion, "Daddy, there's no soap in there."
"You have to pump it a lot to get it out sometimes," he told her, "keep working at it."
"Yes, Daddy."
She went back to work with gusto, and soon Harry was groaning as he rested a hand on her bushy head. "You've done this before, I can tell. Where did you learn to do this, Baby Girl?"
Hermione didn't answer, too intent on sucking him, but Harry gently slapped her cheek, and she recoiled as he felt the jarring travel down his rigid flesh, too. "I- I do it a lot at school," she admitted, "I get lots of practice these days."
"Mm," Harry grumbled, "Who? It's not that Weasley or Potter boy, is it?"
The brunette smiled around him even as she bobbed, then pulled off, "I love sucking them the most. But there's others. A couple times I've done it to everyone in their dorm. And this girl with a penis, I did it to her, too."
Harry groaned as she feeling intensified. "At- at least you aren't shagging them."
She looked up at him, pretending shame, but kept bobbing again.
"You are? My little girl's turned into the school bicycle?"
She nodded, tugging his dick with her, then pulled away to replace her mouth with both hands for a moment, "We use the term 'school broom', Daddy, but it's the same thing. And yes, I've become quite the little slut."
"If that's the case," Harry told her, grabbing onto her head, "then I'll just use you like a slut. And when your mother gets home, we'll tell her all about it."
She whimpered around him, and Harry smiled as he held her in place, then started pushing in and out more rapidly. "Don't worry, Baby Girl," he grunted, "I'll give you that soap really soon..."
"Gfmfm!"
It unloaded a moment later, but Harry kept thrusting as he climaxed, coating her tongue, cheeks, and the back of Hermione's throat with his semen. "Good, Baby Girl," he moaned, holding himself inside for a few more pulses before he slipped out, "That's really good. Swish that soap around, then spit it out on your breasts. We have to clean your outside, too."
With a moan of her own, Hermione did as he asked, then let the huge load run out of her wide-open mouth down her chin and onto her C-cups. She let the last few drops linger before swallowing them. Her eyes fluttered up. "You taste different... you taste like Daddy."
Harry nodded, "I thought I would. I get my powers from Lilith, so it works like her. When I look like someone, I copy them down to very fine details, including things like that. When you do get to suck your actual Dad's dick, tell me if it's the same, won't you?"
Hermione whimpered as she staggered to her feet, climbed onto the bed, and then beckoned him on with a finger. "I can't wait any more, Daddy... I want you in me so badly!"
Harry grinned as he reached out over her and used her father's own hands to rub the slimy mess into her breasts and stomach, then stood up to stroke his hard member a few times with the same goo. "If I go inside you, you could get pregnant from Daddy," he muttered, "but I'm not letting my slag of a daughter go off to get pregnant from some other kid. Not before I have my chance."
Hermione paled as he spread her legs, but did not resist. "Daddy... Daddy wants me to give myself a sister?"
"Daddy does, Baby Girl. A new sister for him to fuck once she's old enough, just like his slutty Baby Girl."
Hermione groaned loudly as he pushed into her and started stroking slowly while he got used to the shorter movement the smaller size allowed. "Daddy's dick," she gasped, "Daddy's dick is in me! I love it, it feels so good! I love Daddy's dick in me!"
"Baby Girl can have it every day if she wants it," Harry told her, then grabbed one leg to pull it up against his body vertically, twisting her for a new angle, a move he'd learned not from Lilith, but from watching Dudley's porn.
This time, both took their time as Hermione enjoyed the satisfaction of her deepest, most secret kink (at least as far as Harry knew), while he reveled in giving in to more than one of his own, and giving someone he loved something that brought them joy.
When it was finally done, she dripped with his copied seed, and Hermione drifted off to sleep curled across her father's slender torso.
"Lilith," Harry called mentally, "Hypothetically, if I'm Hermione's father physically, and I ejaculated into her, and I chose to get her pregnant... would it be his DNA?"
"Master has great friends," the Succubus replied after a moment, and she sent him a new wave of ecstasy as the creature climaxed between Ginny, Ron, and Hannah, while the blonde enjoyed, of all things, Lilith's tail in her true form. "But no. It might copy flavors, though I'd never heard that was a possibility, but not the DNA. Our species doesn't actually have DNA as you do, so the power doesn't work that deeply. It's more like a broad, powerful Transfiguration as far as I understand the discipline. It would still be yours."
"Good to know. Thank you. I didn't, for the record, but... maybe one day."
"If I have anything to say about it, that day will not be a 'maybe', Master. Gods, they're so good... sleep well, Master."
"Night, Lilith. Enjoy."
Then he, too, slipped into a blissful, relaxed slumber.
Harry stretched as he stepped, freshly showered, from his in-quarters loo to find the bookish girl still sleeping beneath the sheets of his bed. During the night, the blankets had been pushed down to the foot of the bed as both had been sweltering hot after two rounds of passionate love-making. Naked himself, Harry let his eyes drift over the rise and fall of her hips and shoulders as the girl breathed, tracing the lines of her body through the sheet.
It's weird how each of them is different, but I love all their bodies anyway. Even if I don't love the rest like I do Ginny, Hermione, and Lyra... I love shagging them. But last night... last night was special.
For a moment, his nose wrinkled at the stale smell of sex and sweat that still lingered in the room, then grinned at the memories. Being her father had been a bit odd, but Hermione had been very into it, so despite just an hour of actual intercourse she'd climaxed no fewer than six times. More, if he was right about how much she'd enjoyed using her mouth on dear old dad. She really is getting a bit slutty, but I don't think I mind as long as it mostly stays between us. Sort of like Ginny or Lilith.
"So what's this about," Harry asked quietly, shutting the door of his bathroom behind him as he went in search of shirt and pants. Hermione had stirred a few moments after he started watching her, and blushed even while stretching to give him a marvelous view of her torso as the sheet slid down.
"Harry... it's Halloween. I just thought... tonight, you might like something a little different to... take your mind off it."
He swallowed. The night of his parents' murder, and the anniversary of so many other difficult experiences since then. It hadn't exactly slipped his mind, but as he'd told her the night before, it was far from the forefront of his thoughts these days.
"I know, you haven't been brooding as much as you normally do from my birthday on," Hermione continued shyly, oblivious to the now racing thoughts in Harry's head, "but I was kind of hoping we could have a special night, just for us. It's been a while, anyway, and..."
Comprehension dawned, and Harry's eyes widened. It had been a while. Months, in fact, since it had just been them without anyone else present, conscious or not.
"Am I neglecting you, Hermione?" he asked quietly, dropping his clothes on the sheets and slipping in to the bed before wrapping an arm around the girl's waist and resting the other on her stomach.
"No," she sighed, melting into his embrace, "that's not what I meant. Whatever those Runes Lyra put on us really do, I want you to know that I'm happy with it. I want to understand it, and a part of me thinks I shouldn't be happy with how I ended up, but I love having you and Ron in me at once, or... or sucking off everyone in your dorm, or having Ginny's tongue on my clit, or whatever. But last night, I wanted it to be about you. Different. Love... not just sex. Because I love you, Harry Potter."
Something in Harry's heart lifted, as if a veil of shadow had been pulled from his eyes, at least partially, allowing light to flow into his being.
The light, as it often did, granted clarity.
Something he had already known- he did not love Pansy, or Lavender, or even Hannah, but he could.
He did love Hermione, and Ginny, and yes, Lyra too, or Lilith, or whoever she seemed to really be.
"Then I have been neglecting you," he whispered into her bushy hair, "because I've been shagging you, making you feel good, but I haven't told you nearly enough how much you mean to me, Hermione. I love you, too. For everything you are. Yes, your body, and your mind, and your spirit. Everything."
"Thank you, Harry," she sniffled, "now... will you please make love to me? As- as yourself this time. I missed you."
He chuckled, letting one hand drift down to cup her firm arse and leaving the other around her waist, "And there's the sexy bookworm I love, too. I absolutely will, Hermione."
She pulled away from him slowly, sending a teasing glance over her shoulder, and slipped her her hand down to cover his own at her waist, then gave a little wiggle of her bum as she pushed the sheets to her ankles, before climbing up to straddle him. "Ready?"
"For you, always," he laughed quietly, then sighed as she sank onto him, wincing slightly at his renewed size.
While she rode him slowly, he leaned into her to give the girl a long, lingering kiss before trailing his mouth slowly down her body, peppering little touches and strokes of finger, tongue, and lip around her breasts, down her slightly folded stomach, until he reached the spot that made her sigh as he touched it.
Soon, Harry's fingers slipped into her folds beside his member, flanking him while his thumb was free to flick the nub back and forth to bring Hermione to a quick climax before he slowed things down to match her own pace. Once she'd wetted them sufficiently, Harry pulled his juicy fingers free to lick them clean before his hands started roaming the girl's luscious thighs as he kissed her mouth again.
For what seemed like hours, Harry worshiped Hermione's body, kissing and touching every inch of it he could reach, and she returned the favor in kind, before, eyes swimming wet with love and affection, she watched his face as he filled her once more.
Neither left the room for the entire day, and only took breaks to eat sandwiches that Dobby and then Winky had brought for them, though multiple showers were had to keep the odor down.
Thanks to the Runes, neither had a problem keeping up, though Hermione was exhausted when she was finally allowed to sleep at just after midnight.
Hermione's breath hitched as he trailed a finger over her breast through the sheets, and he hatched a devilish plan. Slowly, he pushed her onto her back, then climbed up to straddle her head facing down her body. He angled down to her lips, pushing his head against the puffy softness, then said quietly, "I know you're awake, lover... and if you aren't, I hope this is a pleasant way to wake up."
As Harry's cock pushed into her mouth, he felt the girl's teeth grate against his length, but soon, the well-practiced girl, sleeping or awake, had opened her mouth to take him in.
In this position, he could only get about a third of his currently ten inches into her mouth, but Harry could feel her throat contracting around his head reflexively. Still, Hermione didn't otherwise move, so he lifted the sheets from her body and tossed them toward her ankles before withdrawing and pushing back in a few times while he played with her chest.
Then he leaned down over her, resting his wrists over her thighs, and delved into her groin, sticky with his cum and hers from the night before, and began to lick again while he slowly humped her face, withdrawing almost fully every four or five strokes to let her breathe before pushing back in, always just a little deeper than before.
Hermione didn't move or show any sign that she was actually awake until he was about to explode, when her hips suddenly jerked upward, shoving her clitoris into Harry's mouth as she flooded the sheet with a powerful squirt of liquid. That was too much for Harry, as the scent of her musk hit his nostrils stronger than ever before, and he hammered down into the girl's throat with one powerful push, burying himself balls-deep in her mouth, then let the dam burst.
The moment she felt his cock swell, Hermione's hands flew up around Harry's thighs and bum, holding him in tighter, and she swallowed around him again and again, glad that her gag reflex had faded quickly with the repeated blow-jobs she had started giving only Ron and Harry and first. She reveled, even in her own post-orgasmic bliss, in the feel of his hot seed streaming down her throat, until the flexing ended and he slowly pulled out, leaving Hermione feeling strangely hollow and empty, yet full at the same time.
Harry slowly turned, rolling off her, and sitting up with one leg bent beneath the other. "Hell of a way to wake up, eh, Hermione?"
She panted, brown eyes swimming with happiness, and nodded, then smacked her lips. "Hell of a way, Harry. Gods, I love you. I hope you had a happy Halloween, for once."
"Well, if he didn't," Lyra said, pushing open the bedroom door stark naked herself, "we'll just have to remind the scary things out there that we are the scary ones. Come on, get showered and dressed. We're going to breakfast together, and then we're staying together all day. I'm not letting Harry out of my sight after you kept him locked up all day."
Harry smiled, eyes raking her, too. "I need another shower... you, Lyra? Hermione?"
The Succubus raised one brown eyebrow, "Of course, Master. I need my feeding, too. Hermione can't live off your spunk like I can, though, so we should hurry. One orgasm each in the shower, that's it."
"Poo," Hermione muttered, but did quickly rise from the bed, leaning down to give Harry and then, to his joy, Lyra a kiss before trotting into the bathroom, joined soon after by the others.
"Thank you for your reports thus far," a very tired-looking Headmaster Dumbledore told the gathered teachers at the monthly Staff Meeting. The Heads of Houses had been the last to make their reports as they had the closest and most frequent contact with students outside of the classrooms themselves. The news from each of them filled him with consternation. He had his suspicions of the cause, and had even been told most of his current school-related troubles were caused by the presence of the Succubus. Yet, what could he do?
If I attempt to remove her, I will most likely fail. I will certainly alienate Harry, or kill him by doing so. In that respect, my hands are tied. I'm not sure I could remove her, since doing so would kill Harry according to what they told me of the Contract. Only Voldemort may be able to do that. Harry cannot even void the Contract or fail to fulfill it if my interpretation of the prophecy is correct, because that would be him dying at the hands of himself, and both he and Voldemort must be the one to kill the other.
Damn all prophecies and the prophets who make them! If I thought Harry sacrificing himself or being killed would work, I would be tempted to make that choice, no matter how much I care for the boy's wellbeing, just as I do not think he would hesitate to make that choice himself. In fact, I am counting on that. But I know full well that his destiny is not only one of sacrifice, but of conflict with Voldemort.
I cannot be central to that, I cannot be the one who forces the issue. There is the option to remove both him and the Succubus from the school, and if I am pressed by the Board of Governors I will make that decision, but I would not isolate him from his friends casually. He needs them, as they need him. Now, more than ever, if what they have told me of their bonds is true.
Nor can I simply close the school, not unless it comes under direct attack. We will simply have to deal with things as they are the best we can for now, and hope for a quick end to the Contract by Voldemort's death. To that end, perhaps... perhaps I can be more proactive, and enlist Harry's help along with his friends. Hm... that planning must wait, I suppose, at least for now.
"Have any of you come up with a plan to deal with the issues of pregnancies rising?"
"Aside from cracking down harshly on the students fraternizing more, well, intimately than allowed by school rule, I cannot think of any," his Deputy offered after the staff shared several equally concerned looks. "Frankly, I cannot think of that as a viable option, however. There are... simply too many. We would have to put nearly every student of third year and above into detention daily. We simply do not have the staff to facilitate that. Even just walking from my office to this meeting, I had to reprimand no fewer than thirty students!"
Professor Flitwick nodded, "I've entered the Ravenclaw Common Room to find three different pairs of students actively engaged in coitus now, two of them at once, and the first pair was with a few third-years in the room with them. There is always a bit of that going on, but they've never been so... blatant about it, and the sheer numbers are beyond the pale."
"I understand that," Dumbledore said with a sigh, "my question is, what are we to do about it? Minerva is right, we cannot simply put them in detention. That does not solve the problem at any rate."
"We could try educating the children about the dangers of unprotected sex," Professor Sprout offered, "I know it is against the Board's wishes, but if the students are going to be engaging in this licentious behavior no matter what we do, then it is best we keep the pregnancies themselves down, is it not?"
"I don't disagree," Flitwick nodded in her direction, "but I would prefer the levels simply return to what they used to be. Perhaps if we knew the source of the changes? I began to notice things last year... does anyone have any ideas?"
"I'm afraid I do," Dumbledore sighed, dreading the conversation he was about to have. But maybe the group could come up with a solution he, alone, could not? "The cause is Miss Lyra Sendai."
Minerva, on his right, hissed quietly. The other teachers shared a confused look, however. Then Professor Babbling asked, "Isn't that the, er, exchange student from another reality? The one..."
"The same," he replied quietly, "It is the creature's nature as a Succubus, she explained to me earlier this year, to increase the general feeling of arousal and need for satisfaction in any area in which she resides, apparently. I was not made aware of that effect in the research I made when I learned of the creature's connection to Mr. Potter."
"Harry?"
Dumbledore nodded at the rotund Herbology Professor's question, ignoring her look of shock. He had told them of her presence and nature, all he knew at the time, but had neglected to mention that it was Harry who had summoned her to protect his privacy, though of course Minerva had known since it was she that arranged the quarters the young man was spending most nights in. "Yes, it appears young Harry went to rather some extremes to satisfy his need to... what do the Muggles say these days... sow wild oats?"
There was a round of tittering from the younger Professors, though he personally could not figure out why. "At any rate, yes, I believe that is the cause. It is significantly stronger than I would have expected or hoped for, but I can find or think of no other explanation. We cannot simply remove Miss Sendai or Mr. Potter without disastrous consequences for his safety. I am not at liberty to explain more of why, but I must ask that you trust me on this matter. We must find another solution, if one exists."
"We do trust you, Albus," Slughorn murmured, his face reddening slightly at the realizations he was no doubt making, and the benefits should he be able to turn Harry's pet to his own wishes. "It's just that... well, a Succubus being summoned by Potter? If it got out... you and I know it's more a matter of power and will than being Dark, but what will people think? And the student's families... we've been able to keep the newer level of activity under wraps for now, but that cannot last forever."
"I am well aware, Horace, thank you. Do you have any thoughts on the solution?"
He was growing frustrated with the conversation already. Like the last meeting, this one had so far largely gone around in circles. There had to be a way. He, too, wished they could educate the students, or provide easier access to contraceptives. There was simply no way the Board of Governors would allow it, however, and not without reason. No... there must be another way.
It was Sinistra Vector who spoke up next, "Perhaps... we could educate them on a volunteer basis? Offer something they could attend anonymously, without the knowledge of their parents? Keep things basic, and at an appropriate age-group, but get the important information across? Like how to make contraceptive potions themselves, and where to get the ingredients?"
Dumbledore frowned. "You mean to suggest we go behind the parent's backs?"
"No, not exactly," the handsome younger teacher demurred, "simply that we neglect to tell them. An oversight, perhaps. Or simply work under the assumption that students were coming to staff with questions, and we felt it best that we, as teachers, answered them lest they get their information from a... shall we say, a less trustworthy source?"
"That..." Minerva tapped her chin thoughtfully, "That is a plan worthy of Severus Snape, Sinistra. I like it."
Dumbledore's brow wrinkled further. He didn't like the deception, but if he were honest with himself (and he tried to be), it wasn't terrible. And it was the best plan they'd heard so far. The only real plan. "Very well. Charity, would you be willing to take a stipend into the Muggle world and procure a supply of their contraceptives, simply for a more complete answer?"
"Of course, Professor," the woman replied, "I should prefer if I could do so this weekend, as I was planning on making a visit anyway."
"That will be excellent, thank you. I will send an Elf with the purse this evening, once I allocate the funds. Professor Slughorn, I assume you can order your own supplies for brewing demonstrations- successful brews will be put to use, I am sure- with a little extra funding?"
"Oh, yes, absolutely," the round-figured man nodded with a jovial smile, "I daresay I'll have them whipping the lot up within a fortnight."
"By then, half the population of witches in the school might be pregnant," Minerva grumbled, "but I suppose that's the best we can do."
"Very well. I will hope for additional ideas as time passes. Feel free to bring them to me at any time, we need not wait for a full staff meeting if inspiration strikes. Please do all you can in the meantime to tamp down on that sort of behavior. Thank you. Is there anything else to bring before the staff? No? Then I bid you all a good evening."
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