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Chap. 57: Inter-House

"It was amazing," Ginny gushed, suddenly almost quivering with excitement, "Started in his normal chair, right, his favorite? Then I stripped down to my skirt- you know I don't wear a bra anymore- and did a dance in front of everyone. By the time it was done, I was ready to take him then and there, but he made sure we had everyone's attention before I climbed onto his lap and started riding him. Gods, it was so great! I've not felt him that hard often, I can tell you!"

Hannah blushed and asked, "But he's always so hard, what made it- er- how hard can it get?"

"With Harry?" Lyra said knowingly, "very, very hard. There's erect- like now- and there's 'he's so excited he can barely contain himself' hard."

Hannah blinked, her mind going back to an earlier night atop the greenhouses, well after dark, and smiled, "Oh. I see what you mean, yeah. Okay."

"Anyway," Ron said casually, "Hermione and I are going to work on homework, in our bedroom. If you guys want to join me, I'll-"

"No," the witch said with a frown, yanking her hand out of his, "I want to do it out here. Homework, Ron."

He seemed confused, "Yeah, that's what I said."

"I don't mean- don't mean sex," Hermione hissed.

Ron blinked. "Neither did I, love. I actually meant homework, believe it or not. I think McGonagall's right, and you're right, too. We really should be doing better."

Once he was quiet, the entire room was silent for a long time, until Ginny asked, "Who are you, and what have you done with my brother?"

Laughter quickly ensued as Ron blushed, but he grumbled good-naturedly as he, being the good sport he was (usually), went into the bedroom he had mentioned, the same one McGonagall had taken the Slytherins into a few minutes before, and brought out both his own and Hermione's much heavier backpacks. "This," he pointed out, "is why I wanted to go in there. I'm breaking my back just lugging it out here!"

Hermione huffed, crossing her arms, "Are you saying I'm stronger than you, Ronald? Because I carry that bag every day, all day we have classes."

Again, more titters flew around the room. Harry sent Lyra a quick mental message, catching her eye, and then cocked his head toward his bedroom door. She nodded, and he told the group, "I'll have to catch up later, sorry. Can't leave our guests waiting while I do five pages of work."

"Bring them out," Hermione offered.

"Sure, if they want to," Harry replied, "But it just looked like Daphne wanted to talk."

No one protested as he entered the bedroom to find the two Slytherins both standing near the foot of his large bed, fully clothed and stiff, almost as if they were at attention in a military outfit. Lyra, far more relaxed, strode over to the small sitting area and sat down, gesturing for the two human girls to join them, "Come on, no need to stand there like logs."

"She's right," Harry said, smiling in what he hoped was a disarming way, "Unless you both have to leave right away, you may as well sit down."

The two Slytherins shared another glance, then looked over to the Succubus, and to each other before Tracey gave a little, barely noticeable shrug. Daphne nodded just as faintly, then turned to Harry, "Thank you, Mr. Potter. We'll do that," and led the way over.

Harry held seats out for them both, though there was plenty of sitting room between each of the wicker chairs and the low table between them, which already held a tea set that was currently empty. "Dobby," he called, and looked to the beaming elf as he appeared, "Could you bring us some tea and biscuits?"

"Yes, Sir, Harry Potter, Sir!"

With two faint pops, the elf was gone and back, and they watched silently as the teapot lifted into the air under the direction of the elf's waving fingers, pouring piping hot brown liquid into each of the small cups before popping away once more.

Lyra leaned in at once, sipping at her tea with relish, and Harry reached for his own too before either of the Slytherins so much as looked at theirs. "Why would I poison you?" he asked after they continued to hesitate, "I've got no motive, remember?"

Tracey sighed, then reached forward, her dainty little hands scooping a single cube of sugar and putting two teaspoons of cream into her cup and stirring before taking a sip.

Daphne took up a cup straight, but didn't drink from it regardless. Instead, she only sent a cool, appraising eye toward Lyra. "You are the Succubus, I take it."

Lyra didn't respond, only leveled the exact same sort of look at the 'ice-queen' and took another sip.

"What makes you say that?" Harry asked, genuinely curious. They hadn't exactly told a great many people about her existence, though these two were among them, but he wanted to know how she'd deduced it.

"It wasn't hard to figure out," Daphne said, finally looking at him again, and set down her cup, still untouched, to tick off a few fingers, "New abilities, new powers, new attitude, and a new student, all showing up more or less at once? And you told us about her. This way she can simply operate more openly instead of having to remain hidden all the time. Not to mention the rumors I hear about her in broom closets."

"Most of which are not true," Lyra pointed out, "I've actually only been in... three broom-closets in my time here, whether openly as Lyra or not. But yes, I am she. Two of those were with Master, for the record."

The third, he thought, might have been Ron, but he wasn't sure. She might have sucked him off before he had lost his virginity. Maybe. Frankly, he didn't care, unless it was someone else. Mild curiosity was all there was if so, however.

"Why have you been ignoring my notes?" Daphne suddenly asked, looking directly at Harry, "I have news you need to hear."

Harry blinked, "I haven't been. And what 'notes'? I got told I missed you on one night, that you brought one but wouldn't leave it with Ron. I was meeting with the- with someone else at the time, and couldn't be here. He said you'd be back to deliver it later."

"And that next night, you were not here," she reminded him. "Instead, I find the room open- it allowed me inside the common room without question, for some reason- and as I looked in all the rooms, including this one, there was no one present. I left the note there, on your dresser."

Harry looked over, following her gaze, to find that there was, indeed, a sealed envelope on his dresser. "Oh. Sorry, yeah. I stayed in the Gryffindor Tower last night. I can't be down here all the time, it would make people suspicious."

"Suspicious of your Succubus," Daphne clarified, stating more than asking.

"Well, of what she might be, or what we're doing," Harry acknowledged with a nod.

Finally, Daphne reached down to take another sip, and one golden eyebrow raised, "This... is actually quite good."

"Dobby used to be a Malfoy elf," Harry told them to explain his 'good training', "before I tricked Lucius into freeing him. Now he works for Hogw- well, he used to work for Hogwarts. Now he works for me."

Tracey Davis broke her cool exterior for the first time outside of sex, and grinned almost cruelly, "I shall have to hear that tale one day," she said quietly, then almost shrank into herself as she realized she had spoken out loud.

"It's pretty funny, if I say so myself," Harry said with a smirk, lifting his own half-empty cup in her direction and smiling, "not too long, if you have a spare few minutes. But we may as well get on. I have homework to do, apparently. What is it I can do for you, Daphne?"

She glanced at her girlfriend again, who nodded once, looking strangely resolute. Daphne herself took on an almost resigned expression for a moment before looking next to Lyra, "You are sworn, I take it, to keeping your Master's secrets?"

"Of course," Lyra said at once, "I wouldn't be a good servant otherwise, would I?"

"I suppose not," Daphne said quietly, then sighed, turning her attention back to Harry. "Part of what I wanted to speak to you about is to arrange another... evening in your company. For the two of us, but... but separately."

Harry's eyebrows rose, "I... that... we can do that, I'm sure, but... why separately, if you don't mind me asking? I was under the impression you two were..."

"We are," Daphne said, looking pained, "but Tracey wants to... experience something new. She says she... that she trusts you. She wants a night with just you and herself. I... I told her I would allow it, and she said I must do the- the same."

Harry, for his part was quite confused. The first time he'd had sex with anyone, on the night he'd Summoned Lilith, he had lost his virginity with a Fog of Lust addled (and apparently already randy) Daphne Greengrass in the Library, of all places, quite late at night. She certainly hadn't complained then, had begged him to do it in fact, but he had still felt guilty after learning she was a lesbian, and in an established relationship. Then Tracey on the train at the start of the year, when Daphne had urged him to do what her girlfriend asked, and take her virginity, too? They had only come to visit him once more, together, since then to help 'reduce Tracey's value to her future husband's family', and to 'give Daphne practice for their future contract'.

But this?

This was weird. On both of the occasions he'd been with Daphne Greengrass, she had been a bit nervous but quite into it. Why was she suddenly so nervous about it now? And Tracey, who was terrified of having to be with a man at all, yet was strangely okay with Harry, no matter that he still hurt her with his size the second time? Why did she want some alone time with him?

"I'm willing, and able, of course," Harry eventually said, "but I'm a bit confused as to your reasons for wanting to do it alone. You don't have to answer now. But I'll want answers on the night in question. Unless you want it to be tonight?"

The girls shared a glance again, then looked toward him once more. This time, it was Tracey who spoke up, just as quiet as ever, but with a certain steel in her voice he had not heard before, and certainly not expected, "I would like to be tonight. Daphne may be after, or at a later date."

"As she says," the blonde, normally the one to speak for them both, agreed with a nod, sipping at her tea again.

Harry closed his eyes, thinking quickly about what the others might say. The soundproofing was considerable between the rooms, he knew, and silencing charms would finish the job if needed, but they would suspect something anyway. Likely, they were already wondering if he and Lyra were giving the two Slytherins the time of their lives, promises to put homework first or not. Could he skip out on the night's fun, leave it to the others, and entertain Tracey Davis instead? Certainly, he decided, and it might even be fun. Ron might not like him being alone with a Slytherin, but he would deal. Harry wasn't scared of any of them, least of all these two or Pansy. They had proven their loyalty, even if Ron didn't want to admit it.

In fact, Pansy had literally sworn oaths to obey him, and Ron had witnessed those, on the night she'd gotten her first set of Runes. Oh... is that what this is about? Did Pansy mention the Runes to them? Hm...

"Very well. I can certainly accommodate both of you tonight if you wish, whether alone or together," he said formally, knowing that Daphne at least preferred to make things at least official sounding for her own peace of mind, "But before I engage in any sort of, as Professor McGonagall would say, 'frivolity', I've homework to get to. Hermione and I both wanted to invite you to join us, I think we're actually working on Transfiguration and Potions tonight."

As both of the girls were N.E.W.T. levels for the two classes, he hoped they did actually join the group. It would help, he thought, remove some tension between them and Ron, who was still the most nervous to be around them. "I would appreciate that," Daphne said, "but first I need to return to the Slytherin Common Room and speak with my sister, and perhaps Parkinson."

"You can call her Pansy," Harry reminded the blonde, "remember, she's my friend, too." He waited a beat, then added with a grin, "Even if it still feels strange to say it."

Daphne's mouth quirked up into the faintest of smiles, one quickly quashed, smashed down in fact, into a frown, "Nonetheless, I prefer formality between Houses. It is safer, if only to keep us from... having a slip of the tongue."

I wonder how she likes Tracey's tongue slipping on... nah. I'll wait to ask her that alone, he thought, but made sure to forward the message along to Lyra, who grinned, then stood up and stretched.

"If you two don't mind," the Succubus added, "I'll be showing you what I actually look like tonight, too. I feel like Master trusts you enough for that. I can participate or not, at your discretion. I'm plenty entertained enough by the lot outside if you prefer not. Good evening, Miss Greengrass, Miss Davis."

Then she strutted from the room, giving Harry the perfect opportunity to watch Daphne's eyes fix very firmly on the sway of her skirt and rump as it passed. Daphne's face even heated a bit doing so, but more as she realized Harry was watching her stare at his Succubus' arse. "I know, it's pretty spectacular," he told her with a smirk, "and believe me, she likes it when you look."

Even Tracey cracked a small grin as Daphne turned deep scarlet and looked down toward the teacup in her lap as if it was the most interesting cup in the world. "I would like to be with her too, at some point," Tracey admitted, "but not this evening. I will not object if you do, Daphne."

That did not help her girlfriend's blush, nor did it diminish the tiny girl's grin of triumph.

"Alright, well, I've got to get on with homework. You're welcome to join us or not, as I said."

"May I use your loo, Potter?" Tracey asked suddenly as she stood, Daphne, still blushing, following after.

"Of course. Just that door there, you remember."

Once the girl had given him a polite nod and murmured her thanks, she disappeared behind the door, giving Daphne the chance to step very much into Harry's personal space, even pressing her chest into his for a moment, then lean up to whisper into his ear, "I worry for listening charms. Tracey already knows this. Nott, Theodore Nott, has not been in the Common Room for five days. Nor classes. We suspect he is the one who took the Gryffindor girl."

"Vicky?"

"Frobisher, yes," Daphne nodded, "There is more. You know Malfoy is gone. Nott had been making moves to gain control of the other Slytherin students, but now that he is gone there is a power vacuum, one being taken up in part by Corvus Montague."

"He never did take the oaths Milly suggested, did he?"

She shook her head, "He did not, all summer long. We can't trust him, and- and we feel like the other side knows we have aligned ourselves with you. He would have told his father, who is a Death Eater as well. He was also out of the castle on 'family business' approximately a week ago."

"Shit," Harry murmured. It was getting hard to think with her pressed against him, the smell of Daphne's perfume and shampoo were intoxicating as well, but he settled only for putting his arms on her waist and leaning in a little more. He had to control himself for now, "Are- are you lot safe in Slytherin? Do we need to talk to Dumbledore about getting you separate quarters, like this? For all four of you?"

"Four?"

"You two," Harry said, knowing she would understand that to mean Tracey as well, "your sister, and Pansy."

Daphne blinked, "Not Milly?"

"If Milly wants to go, then yes, of course," Harry said, taking one last look and pulling away. She hadn't resisted his touch, but had not leaned into it, either, which Harry took to mean it was time to let go. She was clearly not interested in casual intimacy, even if she had been the one to whisper to him first. "But she seemed to want to take care of her problems a little more confrontationally before. We could also get- wait, no, Warrington graduated, didn't he?"

"No, he's a Seventh-Year," Daphne said, pulling back a bit further and raising her volume back to normal, "but he can definitely take care of himself. We- we can extract him if he wants, but I don't think he will. He is one stepping into the vacuum."

"Hm. Alright."

That was when Tracey stepped out of the bathroom, and she and Daphne exchanged knowing nods. "I will go get my books with you, Daphne," she said softly, then stepped out into the other room, closing the door quietly behind her.

Harry deliberated for a moment, then nodded to himself. There wasn't really much of a choice. "Can you and the others, the four or five or even six of you, share a couple of beds and maybe the couch for a night or two? If you need to, you can stay here from now on, and we can go back to using the dorms in the Tower. That'd be, well, four beds after some cleaning, and two couches, the loveseat. Two loos."

"That- that is a kind offer," Daphne said after a moment, almost stepping back in her surprise, "but no. I would appreciate it if you would speak with Professor Dumbledore about the matter. I understand you have his ear. But as for tonight... yes. Yes, I think that would be best. As long as Astoria does not interrupt our... activities."

"Don't want your sister to see us? She knows already, you know," Harry teased.

Daphne blushed again, running a hand through her hair to push a few locks behind her ear, then glaring up at him, "That does not mean we should advertise it. She would understand why, but there is no reason not to be discrete."

"Hm. Alright. I'll talk to the others while you go get your books. Unless you'd like one or two of us to escort you. Invisibly."

She raised her eyebrows, "I was aware you had a cloak, but how many of you have access to that?"

"Oh, just me," Harry admitted, "but only myself, and maybe Ginny or Lyra- shrunken a bit- could fit beneath it at once. But Ginny doesn't need it, Hermione can cast the disillusionment charm, and Lyra can be entirely invisible at will as well."

"Ginny... Weasley? Ronald's sister?"

Harry nodded, not feeling bad about revealing that secret to Daphne. It was strange, perhaps, how much he trusted her, but he did. Entirely, he realized, and still felt it was justified. She was in great danger if people found out she was sleeping with him, but that was not why. She, for all her formal behavior, seemed quite sincere in wanting Voldemort gone, and while she admired and looked to the 'old ways' and 'tradition', she was not so hidebound as to be unwilling to listen and learn. There was more to it than that, though, even if he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Something... deep, profound. Almost like his trust for Hermione, or Ginny, or Lyra.

"There are two layers of Runes that Lilith can give," he explained, "Rune-sets drawn in sexual fluids, in the language of her kind and imbued with magic. It has to be human fluids, not her own, but they are... effective. Increasing stamina, strength, pleasure... there's a lot you can do with the first set. The second set is more... complex. It requires a far more powerful ritual, but it can give the one who gets them powers similar to a Succubus themselves. Ginny, well, she can turn invisible because Lilith can."

Daphne's eyes widened, though she had not seemed shocked about the concept of sex magic or rituals at all, which surprised Harry in turn, though in retrospect he thought it should not have. Samhain rituals, if nothing else, were well-known even in some parts of the muggle world. "That is... interesting. Can I safely assume that others have undergone similar rituals? Granger would not have, but-"

She fell silent as Harry raised a hand to his mouth and coughed.

"She- she has? Haah... I would not have guessed. Still... while I am not entirely unfamiliar with sexual rituals, this is new to me. I would discuss it further, with your servant, if you do not object, Potter."

"You can talk to her about whatever she's comfortable with," he said at once, "I only brought it up because, well, Ginny. But now that I have, you might talk to Tracey about it. I know that women can be more- well, experience more- in a night than most blokes can manage, but you could enjoy each other's company even more if you wish to do the first ritual. Just putting it out there, you don't have to accept, but the offer is open as long as Lilith is around."

Daphne nodded slowly, then asked quietly, "To clarify, you are saying it would make things more... intense, and we would have the... the energy to do that sort of thing for... longer?"

Harry nodded, "That's exactly what I'm saying. They grow stronger with age and use, too, as the magic seeps into you further."

"Interesting," Daphne said quietly, then shook her head, "I must be going to get my books and... and my sister and friends. We would appreciate your servant's company to... look after us if things go awry during our packing."

"Good, that makes me feel better. Let's go tell the others."

Outside, they found the group focused quite intently on their studies for once, with nary a dropped collar or over-exposed bit of flesh in sight. More to Harry's surprise than Daphne's, Tracey was bent slightly over Ginny's shoulder, her hand pointing down at the homework as she explained some bit of Transfiguration that was giving her trouble. Huh. I know she got an OWL because she's in McGonagall's class, but that's interesting, she really sounds like she knows her stuff.

They had taken their double Transfiguration classes with the Slytherins every other year, of course, but he had never noticed the slight girl standing out much in the class. Maybe she's better at theory than the practical?

"Lyra, would you mind escorting these two back to their dorms, make sure they get there safely? They are, um, going to pack up some things. They're staying here for a day or two. A night or two, I mean. They, Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass, and if they want to, Millicent Bulstrode and Cassius Warrington."

The entire group went still, for varying amounts of time, but no one aside from Ron gave it more than a few seconds. Lyra stood up quickly though, leaving her untouched homework where it was (she clearly did not care for grades regardless of the dressing-down, not being able to cast the spells anyway), and hopped over to the two Slytherins, "Sure, Harry. I take it you want me to escort them back, too? And not be seen?"

"Yep. Thanks, love."

"Aww," Lyra cooed, leaning up to press her lips to his cheek, "That's sweet! Master loves me! Alright, two sexy ladies under escort. Let's go, bitches!"

"B- b- Bitches?"

Lyra laughed at Daphne's spluttering protest, "I mean it in the Yank way, duh! It's a compliment! Come on, let's go."

Soon, the two were bustled out, and Harry turned a serious eye to the others, "We'll need to use the dorms more. Milly and Warrington are a couple, so they need a bedroom if they start staying here. Tracey and Daphne too. But Pansy and Astoria..."

"The dungeon," Ron suggested, "The bed in there is, uh, comfortable."

"I am not letting a thirteen year old girl sleep in a sex dungeon," Hermione hissed, slapping Ron's knee rather hard.

"No," Harry laughed, "She can sleep in my room."

All eyes went to him with some shock, "I, er, I meant I'd take the dungeon. Perverts! Also, she's fourteen, she just got into the year a bit late. I think."

Astoria was two years below them, but Harry only then realized he didn't actually know how old she was. He dimly remembered her saying it when she had been pulled, freezing, from the box that had been mailed to Sirius' new house, but in the hubbub and time since, he had completely forgotten it, as well as her birthday. Sometime just before summer, he thought.

"We'll let them choose their rooms," Harry said, "but this space, the common room, is for us to use as it was intended, with or without them. We'll have to see about getting more couches or chairs, though."

"Can't believe a bunch of Slytherins are moving in," Ron muttered, shaking his head, "but at least they're mostly alright. Astoria's actually a lot like you, Gin, and Pansy's... Well, she's a good shag."

"And she might be willing," Harry reminded them sternly, "but only if she's willing. Don't be taking advantage of her... tendencies. And keep it on the down-low for Astoria. I think she knows more than she lets on, but I don't think she's ready to know what we get up to, sometimes."

"Or all the time," Neville said, shrugging as if it was no big deal.

Harry supposed, in a way, it wasn't. "Yeah, that. Uh... Dobby? Can you help me move my things over to the dungeon? Then maybe pop down to Pansy Parkinson's room, in Slytherin, or Tracey Davis or Daphne Greengrass' if she's not there, and help them pack their things if they want it? Maybe move them up to the bedrooms here?"

"Yes, Sir," the excitable elf reported, clearly overjoyed to be called upon not just once, but twice in one night, and to be given so much work to do.

Harry, for his part, put off his homework a little longer to go into the dungeon and scourgify the bed several times, then strip the sheets and fluff up the pillows as he had once done for Marge Dursley before she visited his relatives. Now, it was to serve himself, and whoever would be staying there. Normally, the House Elves did the deed quite well on a daily basis. He was already done, and a new elf, a random one he had not met before, delivered more on his request (and how had he not known you could do that until this year?) and even put them on the bed for him, making it perfectly without a single crease, before disappearing with another quiet pop.

"Shit," Harry muttered to himself, having just realized something as he turned around, looking over the rest of the room where the swing, the voyeur's couch, the sawhorse, the pillory, and other toys large and small filled the large space, easily twice as large as his own bedroom. "Am- am I really gonna sleep with Tracey and Daphne in here? Fuck, I should've thought about this before agreeing to do it tonight..."

He didn't have time to move everything. Shrinking it would help, and of course Dobby would be able to help. Perhaps he could hide it all quickly enough, but he was busy helping the Slytherins pack. Winky... well, frankly, he didn't want Winky to know what went on in the room. It was bad enough that Dobby knew, but at least he understood something about the 'bro code'.

Winky would keep the secret, he had no doubt about that given how she had reacted about the Crouches, but he didn't want the little creature knowing about all... this. He didn't feel shame about it, of course, but he thought of her as strangely innocent, and felt like the sordid details of his life might embarrass her in some way. "I suppose they'll just have to see it," he decided after a few seconds, "I mean, if I have my way they'll be using them sooner or later. Maybe I should make it clear they don't have to, though."

His dresser disappeared from across the chambers, only to startle Harry as it suddenly appeared in the one empty corner near the foot of the bed. His trunk popped into view a moment later, and only the telltale silence told him that it was Dobby, following his intention and instructions without saying a word to Harry.

With a sigh, he resigned himself to trying to explain to the probably inexperienced girls (aside from himself and each other) what they were for... and why they didn't need to (but were allowed to) use them. The young wizard shook his head once more, adjusted himself in his trousers for more comfort, then walked out into the common area again. "So, Transfig?"

Two full hours passed with little talking, aside from comments as parchment was passed back and forth at the end and adjustments made. It was... less stressful than Harry would have suspected, holding off from the sex he knew everyone wanted, yet it added a strange sort of pleasant anxiety and hopefulness as they finished, each of their assignments even passing Hermione's stringent assessments, while her own went around the room completely. But there had been no sign of the Slytherins.

"Lyra, any word? Do we need to help?"

Her reply was a few seconds coming, which made Harry worry, but it was reassuring when she did. "No, Master, we are almost done I think. There's some discussion of an ambush in the common room, trying to stop the girls coming through, but they have more support than I think those talking about it realize. It's just going to be Pansy, the Greengrass girls, and Tracey for now, the others want to stay and keep listening. I should warn you... they made an attempt on Pansy the other day. Four boys and a witch tried to corner her and rape her.

"She was not, for the record, Master. Put your rage away for now. There will be time later. But she will need to talk to you in the next few days, when it is not so raw for her. Millicent Bulstrode, Cassius Warrington, and one of the teachers interrupted them, thanks to Millicent's help, before things went too far. And yes, they were punished."

"Not as much as they will be, I wager, Pet," Harry thought to her darkly, "I'll try and talk to Pansy a bit before Tracey gets her alone time. Thanks for letting me know, love, and tell me if you need help. I'm on a hair-trigger here."

"I really don't think it'll be necessary. There are two Elves, I think both from Millicent's house, that have come to help pack things. We're mostly being slow to get the would-be attackers time to finish preparing. We are as ready as I think we need to be, but they don't even know I'm here. Well, the others don't, I made sure our side do."

"Excellent. I'll let the others know they are coming soon. See you in a bit. When will you need a recharge after this?"

Again, the reply was a few seconds coming, "Honestly, Master, my reserves are running a bit low, but I can handle another day or so unless there is a fight. If that happens, I will need it tonight, possibly before your tiny little plaything."

"Alright. If that's what it takes, we can do a quickie while they settle into their rooms."

A feeling of pleasant anticipation and satisfaction washed through their connection, and Harry grinned as Neville adjusted himself in his pants, only for his hand to be pushed away and Hannah's falling there instead, "Nothing below clothes, just yet," he reminded them, "the Slytherins will be here soon. Lyra says they're almost done, and it's about a five minute walk."

"Oh, I forgot," Neville grumbled, glancing at his girlfriend, "Maybe we should go out to the Greenhouses."

"Nah," Ginny told him, "Come up to the Commons with us, bring Hannah. No one will care these days, you have no idea."

"Are you sure that's okay?" the Hufflepuff asked, glancing at the others.

"After the show she and Harry put on last night," Lavender said with a grin, "I doubt anyone will care. Besides, Parvati brings her sister up to our dorms all the time. Speaking of... I kind of have a meeting with her. I should get going."

"Something about making good on a promise from the other day?"

She grinned at Harry's question, then leaned in as she passed to whisper, "I'm going to lick her so good, just like you taught me, Master... I'll get her ready for your cock when you want her. I'm so glad you made me your slave... doing as you desire is the best feeling."

It was not anything he had ever expected to hear, but the words coming out of the beautiful blonde's mouth made Harry's cock strain in his pants, as she giggled and then stepped past.

"Alright, well, I'll lead this lot up," Ginny shrugged a moment later after stowing her things, "then, Harry my love, if you don't mind I'm going to sleep in your bed up there. Do you think Lyra will want to give me some company?"

After sending a mental thought the Succubus' way, he grinned, "Well, sure, of course... but don't you want to make sure Seamus and Dean are taken care of, too?"

"Of course I will, lover," she laughed as if it was a silly idea, "but you know I like a woman's touch, too. Or should I just plant myself in your chair and open my legs for... well, everyone?"

"Maybe later," Harry laughed, "the dorm is enough for now, you little slag."

Hermione rolled her eyes as she stood to follow Neville, Hannah, and Ginny, then pulled Ron up, "Come on, Ron, he'll be fine. Harry doesn't need us to protect him." She paused for a second, then looked up at him while stuffing her backpack to capacity once more, "Unless you... want a go at the Slytherins instead? Pansy would probably be up for it."

Ron's blush betrayed his intentions, and for a moment, Harry had the feeling that Hermione would protest, but she only grinned, "Mm... Well, have fun. I'll go see if Lavender and Parvati want some company, I suppose. Or maybe..."

"No, go with them, Ron," Harry said quietly, "Pansy... I doubt she'll be up for much for a bit. Something... happened. Give her some time."

Ron's face darkened, "Who do we need to curse?"

"No one, yet," Harry said quietly, surprised but very pleased by his friend's protective streak, and of a Slytherin of all people, "but when we have names we will teach them a lesson they will not forget. You have my word."

Ron was still scowling when the door opened without a knock. Warrington, who had not yet been in the rooms, led the way, looking about with a hand on his wand, the others pulling several shrunken trunks on top of a single full-sized one. Ron gave him a cautious nod, but said nothing as he came in, still looking around. Daphne, Astoria, and then Tracey came next, Pansy close behind them, her own wand in hand and looking over her shoulder cautiously. Most of them, Ron only sent a look and nod to as he passed, not even one of caution or wariness. But when he reached the last girl, Ron paused, giving Hermione a significant look, then turned to face her fully. "Parkinson. Pansy. You know we've had our... differences. But you don't deserve to be attacked. If- when- you're ready to tell us who, we'll show 'em better. You have my word."

Her eyes, along with several others', widened at the declaration, but Ron didn't wait for a reply before following his girlfriend out of the room. The last words they heard before the door closed were, "That was... very nice of you, Ron. Thank you for telling her th-"

Harry, suddenly the lone Gryffindor again, aside from Lilith, who was still invisible behind the others as her clothing disappeared slowly into the ether, gestured, "Larger bedroom. Used to be mine, but any of you can take it. I was thinking Astoria and Pansy could share that room, if they don't mind, to give the couples the smaller bedrooms. I'll be taking, the, er, other room. That one's the loo, and the larger bedroom has a private one. Warrington, I'll give you permissions to come in as long as you're with one of these ladies, or one is inside and lets you in. Same with Milly. That fair?"

He nodded, but frowned a bit, "Since me and Milly aren't moving in, I don't need a couple's room, Potter."

Harry shook his head anyway, "The room I'm taking is still the biggest. All the beds are comfortable, but that room has the largest bed. We can switch it for two smaller ones, or Pansy and Astoria can share, I don't care."

The younger witch didn't think anything of the comment as far as Harry could tell, but Pansy sent him a rather rude glare, one that promised words later. "I don't mind sharing," she chirped up, "I'd share with Harry if he didn't care."

"That is not appropriate," Daphne announced loudly.

"Which is why I said I wouldn't do it," Astoria said with a teasing grin. Harry couldn't help but smile, clearly the younger sister still knew how to needle the older.

"I agree with Daphne," Harry said to appease the older blonde, "but I really don't care what you guys do as long as there is no fighting over it. Cassius, you can stay if you want, same with Milly, the offer stays open. If you need a room, you have one. Might be a couch for a night, but we'll make it work. You will also see my other friends here. You might see them in... embarrassing situations. You will be discrete, same as we will be. Simple enough rule. Oh, and Hermione has a new one I agree with- no sex until your homework is done."

Astoria giggled, turning scarlet, and looked around the room until she realized that, while the others had all pinked a little, none of them were laughing. "Wait... wait, wait waitwaitwait. You... you've all... you've all done it?"

"Yes," her older sister rolled her eyes, separating from the group to move toward the left bedroom, "Tracey and I will take this one. And yes, Astoria, we will be having sex! Probably every day! Grow up."

The younger witch raised her hands placatingly, still beet-red, "I- I wasn't saying you can't, I- it's just... I thought it was... occ- occasional. Or something. Aside from, you know, your..."

Harry noted her glance in his direction, but said nothing. Daphne huffed, "Yes, yes, sure, tell everyone all about how I will be Potter's concubine next year, sister. In detail, please. Leave nothing to the imagination. At least he has some discretion! Yes, we have had sex, and will again! It is not that big a deal!"

Astoria, to Harry's shock, suddenly looked more devious than embarrassed, and replied, more quietly, "Fine. I'm just a little surprised, geez. I suppose I shouldn't be after the last few months, but I was. So Pansy and I are taking the big room, then?"

Harry shrugged, "That's what we expected, there's more room for two beds if you want to change. We might even be able to squeeze in some curtains or a wall. Come on, let's leave the others to put their things away."

Pansy and Astoria each grabbed their own trunks from atop the larger one, and followed Harry into the room, leaving the door open while they claimed corners for their things. Harry left them to it, and was surprised by Cassius' low, deep voice getting his attention as he left Daphne and Tracey's new room without any trunks, which meant they had four between them, far more than Pansy had brought, or Astoria. Odd, since he knew Pansy had more than one as well. "Potter, I take it your friend told you about Pansy's... attack?"

Harry nodded, "Yes, she did. No details, but if you know something..."

"I have ideas, nothing more," he grumbled, looking into the more well-appointed bedroom, "Listen, I know you and Pansy are fucking. It's fine. I trust you, maybe more than I've a right to, but after meeting you for real this summer you've been straight with us. It's not a common trait in our House, but I appreciate it. If I get something concrete, I'll tell you. I expect the same. Just... just be good to her, when she's ready, okay?"

"I will," Harry promised seriously, "She's one of us. In ways you might not even know."

For a moment, he thought he might have to explain again, but Cassius just nodded after several seconds, then started walking toward the door, "I'll see you 'round, Potter. They don't suspect me too much, I think. Or if they do, they don't dare come after me. Milly's probably safe for a while yet, too, since she's a sixth-year and has her ancestry if nothing else. But we might need that protection sooner or later anyway."

"We'll be ready. I'm talking to the Headmaster about getting you guys more permanent rooms anyway."

"Right. I'd better get back. Night."

"Night," Harry repeated.

A few seconds after the door shut, Harry heard his name from the large bedroom again.

Pansy was standing there, looking a little lost, but already wearing a nightshirt with a silk robe closed over it tightly. "Thank you," she said after giving him a long look, then gestured around, "For all of this. For... being there."

"It's the least I could have done," he told her, meaning it, "and like Ron said... Lyra told us a bit. When you want to identify who they are, they will pay. That is a solemn promise. No one will touch you without your permission while you're here."

Pansy nodded, and turned away for a moment, "I have been... more aroused lately. Without satisfaction. I almost let them."

"I'm glad you did not," Harry told her, "but I've said it before. You only have to be here. We won't force you, but we know what the Runes are like. Neville, Hannah Abbot, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Lavender Brown all have them, too, remember. If you ever want satisfaction, just ask one of us. We'll find a way, because we understand, and all of us have the ability to do it."

"I'm not into women," Pansy reminded him firmly, "Which is why I do not want to share a bed with Astoria."

"You don't have to shag her," Harry reminded her softly, "she's still young, after all. But when you are ready... aside from tonight, my bed is open. You know that."

She nodded. "Soon. I want to be taken again."

"We'll find time when you are ready."

Pansy frowned, then looked at him directly again, "I am ready now Potter, but... but I am also... not. I'll... I'll find my fingers again, once Astoria is asleep."

Harry, though, had a brilliant idea. "Wait... no. Well, do that if you want, I'm not going to stop you, but after I've, um, taken care of Tracey and Daphne's needs, I might have an idea for you. Not sex, unless you really do want that, but something to help."

One of Pansy's eyes widened, the other narrowed, in a look that made her seem somehow crazed. "What... what do you mean?"

"There are things," he said quietly, "in the dungeon, remember? I can show you how some of those work. I think you'll enjoy them."

After a few seconds, Pansy nodded.

Just then, the door to the loo opened and Astoria, clad in a robe with nothing beneath it as far as Harry could tell, stepped out with wet hair, "All yours, Pansy."

"Thank you," the older witch murmured, then stepped past the younger with a final nod toward Harry.

He did not expect Astoria to shut the door. Nor did he expect her to come up to him and press her slight body against his in a powerful hug, resting her head below his chin. "Thank you, for the he- the doctors," she whispered quietly, "They have an idea. Treatments, I'll begin next summer. They are... they said it was hopeful."

"I'm glad," Harry replied back quietly, "Does Daphne know?"

Astoria shook her head, "Nor our parents. I didn't want to get their hopes up if it doesn't... work. But I have hope, something I haven't had in a long time."

"Okay. I respect that," Harry told her, "but now that you know...?"

Astoria nodded again, pulling back slightly to look up at him, "I wanted to tell you first. Your godfather knows, but only because he was there. I have another question."

"What's that?"

"Why haven't you... included me? I... I've seen you. Looking at me. This summer."

He blinked, genuinely stunned and shocked. "You- you really don't know?"

Astoria shook her head, looking both shy and nervous, but determined too.

"Because you're... I know you aren't a child," he said after a second, "But you aren't an adult, either. This... this thing we do, it can... be weird. Strange. I won't, not until I think you're ready."

"I am," she shot back quietly, "ready. I wanted to... when I saw you this summer. I didn't mean to, but I saw you, and your... creature."

Harry nodded. So she did see us. "Her name is Lilith. Or Lyra, this year."

"I know," Astoria replied just as quietly as before, "but it... seeing it... excited me. More than... anything else has. I want to be part of it. With- with you."

"That's part of the problem," Harry told her, stepping back. It was too distracting to feel her against him while talking about this, "it's not 'with me'. It's with us. And you're fourteen, you shouldn't be so eager to jump into-"

"I am fifteen," she told him, "as of last month, and I only have so long left to live, remember? Unless these muggle doctors can work a miracle against a magic curse that has inflicted every second-born of our House for three centuries. I am hopeful, but I am also a realist. I don't want to die without... doing that."

Harry nodded, truly contemplating what she was saying, then leaned in and tilted up her chin, then bent to press a relatively chaste kiss to her cheeks. "Yes, I have looked. You're beautiful too, you know. Any man would. But I can't just... bring you into our world without you understanding what that entails. Which would require breaking oaths, or the permission of several people, one of whom is your sister. If you can convince her, we can talk about this again. Okay? Until then... I'm sorry."

"They don't have to know," she tried, "Just... sometimes. Once or twice, maybe, when... when we can. Please?"

The almost whining tone in her whimper made Harry hesitate again, but he shook his head, "I'm sorry, I can't. I've said why. Maybe that will change one day, but until the others agree... I can't. Good night, Astoria."

"Good night, Harry," she said softly, sounding a bit more sad than he had ever heard from her before, as he shut the door.

Now, Daphne and Tracey's door was open half-way, and he heard the two talking quietly as they moved things around. He walked closer, glancing in once before knocking, after seeing the two not touching, and both dressed in the same things they'd been wearing before, their uniforms. "Mind if I come in?"

"No, of course not," Daphne said quickly, "These are your rooms, are they not?"

"No," he said after stepping in, leaving the door as it was, "they are yours, until you have better. What, did you expect yourself to have to be at my beck and call while staying here?"

The shrug Tracey gave was small, but told him enough. He frowned, shaking his head and leaning against the frame, "That's not how I am, or the others. If you want to have or be with one of us, say so. We won't turn you down. But we won't force you. You might want to knock before entering the commons, we might forget others are staying for a while and be, uh, a bit occupied if you come in. If that doesn't bother you, then don't bother. We won't care. Don't go into my room without knocking. The new one, obviously. But we won't force our company on you."

Daphne nodded, looking to Tracey, "I told you."

The smaller girl only shrugged, "I am nearly finished, if you will wait a few minutes for me, Mr. Potter," she said, her voice as quiet and soft as ever.

"Sure. I can help if you'd like, or wait outside."

"Perhaps outside would be best," Tracey said after a moment, "As Daphne has yet to put away her more intimate apparel."

"Tch," the blonde sounded, but said nothing, only pinking slightly as she turned to look pointedly away.

Harry only grinned, "Ah, fair point. I'll be outside then, Tracey. Remember, you don't have to do this."

"I am coming to you," she reminded him pointedly, "I desire you."

"A- Oh. Okay. Well, I'll be in the commons. Er, reading."

She nodded in acknowledgment, and he left to sit down. But it was Daphne who came out first, to take a seat on the couch next to him, sitting demurely as ever. She didn't look at him, but after a few seconds of silence, she said, "Until you, Tracey has never been with another man. You know that."

He nodded, "I remember the train."

Daphne mirrored his action, more firmly, "She has also not been with one since. She is... too shy to ask. But she does want her price reduced."

"Does... are you asking me to tell the other boys to ask her?"

Daphne blushed, looking down at her twisting hands, which were white-knuckled, and nodded. "I... I do not want her to be with them. It is hard enough, even if... arousing... to watch her with you. But she does not want to give her family the satisfaction, and does not wish to reward her... possible future spouse."

"And you?"

"What of me, Potter?"

"You say you prefer women, and I believe you," he told her quietly, glancing toward the bedroom door, which was shut, "because I can see how you look at Tracey. But you... if I'm honest, I don't think you want to be with me simply for the contract."

She blushed, looking away again, "I... there are... a few men I have... fantasized of. Before... before the library, it was only you. Now there are a few. But I yet dream far more often of Tracey."

"Okay. Thank you. I stand by what I said, then. If you want to be with the others, ask them. Ginny loves licking pussy, and she's very good at it. So I've been told. Hermione or Lyra are happy to do so as well. Or one of us blokes even, all three have had extensive practice, lately. Even Hannah might be willing. If you want. If not, there is no pressure."

Before she could answer, the door of the bedroom opened once more, and Tracey came out, clad in a robe even smaller than Astoria's had been, though it covered about as much on her smaller frame. "I'll- I'll let you two have your fun," Daphne said, casting one last, longing look at her girlfriend, and going into the other room, shutting the door behind her.

Harry looked up at, or over really, at the short girl he would soon have naked in his bed, and found himself... not exactly shy, and for a moment he thought it was strange that he wasn't. But desire had long overridden any sense of performance anxiety he might have had, and he'd been with this girl twice before. The only difference this time was that it would be just them, privately.

And he could do that. Harry stood, offering Tracey a hand, which she took after a moment's hesitation. She was blushing when he rose from the gentle kiss to her knuckles, but she did not hesitate to follow him into the dungeon.

She paused just inside the threshold, but that was not an uncommon reaction, he knew. Not for long, however. "Interesting," she said softly, "I will have to explore this, if you don't mind, Potter, at some point. You are... more imaginative than I suspected."

"You have no idea," Harry said with a chuckle, then continued leading her over to the bed. There were no more questions, he was sure of her intentions, and both knew what was about to happen. She did not protest when his hands fell to her waist from behind as they stopped between the couch and bed, nor did she question why it was positioned there, facing the mattress. Instead, she shrugged her shoulders as he leaned down over her, letting the robe fall open around his hands, then to the floor as he let go briefly, before he pulled her body taut against him, with his hard cock following the curve of most of her spine nicely. "You smell divine," he murmured, leaning in to smell her hair, which had the odor of jasmine and, he thought, frankincense.

"Thank you," she whispered back. "You do... not have to be gentle. I am ready."

In response, Harry trailed his fingers down around her right waist and rear, down the cleft there, and between her legs. She was, indeed, sopping wet. "I think I'll be plenty rough later," Harry told her quietly, "but for now, I'd like to enjoy you, if that's alright. I'd like to show you that men are not only about getting their dicks wet. Can I please you, like Daphne does?"

He felt Lilith's presence enter the room, and spotted her child's body, only roughly the size of his lower arm, flit through the closed door, insubstantial, to rest on the couch. She would be watching, he supposed, but Harry didn't mind. In fact, showing his teacher in the sexual arts how much he had learned might be fun. Harry's hand between Tracey's legs pushed her thighs apart, and she obliged, giving him access to her folds from the rear. He fondled the little creases gently, enjoying how slippery she was with arousal, while the other moved to caress Tracey's cheek and jawline, drifting slowly downward as it traced symbols and lines down her bare flesh. She, too, wore nothing beneath the robe.

"You want my cock?" he whispered.

She nodded, giving him a little whimpering sound of need as a reward.

"You'll have to be patient," he told her, "show me how much you want it."

Tracey tried to move, to turn in his arms, but Harry held her still by throwing the arm that had been teasing her around the girl's chest, flattening his hand over her right breast and giving it a firm squeeze. "Ah, ah. Not yet. I'm not done showing you how much I appreciate your willingness to be here," he told her. "You said I can please you, and I intend to. Stand right here. Don't move."

She did as his hands came away long enough for Harry to undress, and this time as he stepped up to her, Harry's cock did actually hit her spine, and slid up and down it a few inches, the only part touching her.

"It's warm," she whispered, "hot. Your c- cock..."

"You'll feel it plenty later," he reminded her, "don't move." Then Harry reached around to touch her chest again with the same hand, using the moistened, now sticky fingers to flick over her cunt from the front now, then back around to the rear and up again, playing with her softly. "Tell me how that feels."

"Good," Tracey murmured, "it feels good, Po-"

His hands came off her body at once, "Harry."

"It feels good- Harry," she gasped.

He touched her again, and she jumped as, this time, one finger slipped into her body from below and started twisting slightly, bending as it stroked in and out twice, the other moving to tweak her nipple. Then he added his lips to the mix, kissing down her tiny little shoulder and back. Tracey shuddered, but did not move. She did whimper again, which made Harry's cock throb as it grazed across her tiny, firm arse. He worked his fingers faster, then added a second to her depths, and started moving faster still as his other hand moved to the girl's stomach, holding her just above her clit. "Do you want to cum?"

"Yes," she whined, voice strangely husky and low, "yes!"

"Good. Cum on my hand, Tracey," he told her, "Whenever you want. I'll keep going until you tell me to stop."

She did not start right away, Harry could tell, but the moment she did, he felt it as his hands were nearly crushed in the vice-like tightness of the little twat as it shrank and vibrated around his fingers. Tracey did not otherwise move much, but he felt her vaginal walls seizing around him, and more lubricant suddenly washed over him. Once her first orgasm had passed, Harry lifted her up by folding his arm around her waist and stepping twice to lower her onto the bed with her legs hanging down. "Stay there," he repeated, then sank to his knees with his broad hands splayed over her back and rump.

He already knew her pussy was small, even compared to the rest of her, and as tight as the truly child-like Lilith that Dean preferred, but he was not prepared for how much fluid leaked from her soft pink folds. It ran down her legs in a torrent, even still, and as he watched her, the lips of her quim quivered. Harry grinned, and leaned in, running his long tongue up her left thigh, closer and closer to her cunt, only to pause when he reached the other edge. He flicked the long member, stretched out to impossible length, along the crease of her leg for a moment, then switched to the other leg, repeating the long lick upward. "You taste amazing," he told her after reaching her cleft again, "I can't wait to fuck you with my tongue."

"A- Aaaah!"

The member protruded from his mouth by four inches and was irrationally rigid as he pushed it in, penetrating far more than any normal human could reach. The mulberry-wine flavor of her fluids was even more intense, and for a moment Harry was worried he could actually get drunk on it, for that was how slurping at her from within Tracey's delicious vagina felt. He reached up with his thumb to diddle her clit for a brief moment, which was all it took for her to climax on his thrusting, probing tongue. This one was longer, and more intense, but Harry didn't stop licking or thrusting with his tongue until it was over. Then he stood up, glad the bed was at the perfect height for him, and pushed his long erection against the girl's body.

It looked like it rose, literally, past the half-way mark on her torso at this angle. "Feel that, Tracey?"

"Yes," she moaned, giving a little squirm and even reaching back with her hands to pull her cheeks apart.

"Feel how far in that's gonna go?"

"Yes," she moaned again, louder.

"But not yet."

She whimpered as he stood up again, then back once.

Tracey looked over her shoulder at him, the normally clam and placid expression vanished into a haze of very confused lust. "Why? Please, Harry put it in me!"

"I will," he responded at once, "but first... I went down on you. Your turn."

She rolled over, squirming slightly on the bed, to perch at the edge of it. "I've never..."

"I know," Harry told her, "but do it anyway. Please. I won't make you, Tracey, but I really, really hope you do."

"You are for me," she whispered, then leaned in to kiss the tip.

Harry sighed, he was throbbing, aching with need, and she was teasing him. But slowly, the petite girl's hands together almost closed around his base, and she looked up at him, her soft brown eyes strangely hungry. "You are for me," he told her, smiling faintly as she grinned at his tip, then opened wide. Her tongue darted out, licking at the little hole on the end, her eyes still locked on his. Then she pushed down, and Harry groaned.

She would never be able to get in more than his head, he knew. Doing so would probably cause her real injury, unless he shrunk down to a more normal size. But Tracey went at him gamely, her head bobbing perhaps a half-inch further, her cheeks bulging as the lesbian's skilled tongue proved its worth, swirling around his head. "Gods, Tracey," he groaned, "that's- that's really good..."

She pulled off him enough to whisper, "You are for me, I am to please you," then pulled his head into her warm mouth again. But now, her hands began to stroke him up and down together. If he were honest, her technique was sloppy, her hands too small to really give him much friction, but Tracey's oral skills, even focused on his head alone, were intense. As well, seeing her there, her tiny body on her knees and reaching up to service him with her mouth, was enough to make Harry groan again. He wouldn't be able to cum like this easily, and she would likely get tired first, but he could cheat. Because he really wanted the tiny girl to swallow his load. "Swallow it," he urged the girl, using the magic granted by his spying companion to urge his orgasm on almost frightfully quickly.

Without further warning, his cock pulsed in Tracey's little hands, and a veritable torrent of jizz splashed and splattered against the back of the girl's throat. She winced and almost jerked back, but Harry held her there with one hand, keeping just the tip of him in her mouth as he unloaded. After nine powerful spurts, her mouth was swimming, drowning in his cum. Harry pulled away reluctantly, then reached out to close the girl's mouth with his hand. A few drops leaked out when her lips closed, the pressure too much to hold it all, but she obeyed the silent command. "Swallow it, slowly."

He felt with his hand on her throat, and watched as Tracey obeyed, keeping her eyes on him even when they began to swim with lack of oxygen as she swallowed again and again. He lost track, but estimated it took her probably twenty gulps or more before she could open her mouth enough to take a gasping, gargling breath that sent a spray of his cum over both of them. "Sorry," she murmured, looking down, a bit ashamed.

Harry only grinned, "That was one of the hottest blowjob endings I've ever had. Did you have fun?"

Tracey shrugged, blushing a little, "I... I feel as if it was too much. That you could not enjoy it."

"Well, I did cheat a bit to finish quickly," he admitted, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers, not caring about the cum that covered them still any longer, and using his mass to push her back onto the bed, "because I didn't want to hurt you, but if you want we can do more later. For now, though, I believe I promised you a dicking."

Tracey whimpered, as Harry aligned himself without looking, and pushed in gently, taking his time.

Once he was hilted, he grabbed her thighs and lifted them to his chest, holding them there as he scooted back to the edge of the bed again, already losing his mind at how hot and wet Tracey was. Far wetter than either time before, it was no longer painful to be inside her, but he still made his cock swell again, making Tracey moan and writhe without even moving otherwise. "See that, Tracey? See how deep in you I am? You're bulging."

"Circe," she whispered, soft brown eyes growing wide, "You're huge..."

Both watched raptly as Harry pulled out, and the swelling his rod made on the tiny girl's stomach, well past her bellybutton (for again he'd driven straight into the womb, though this time it didn't seem to hurt her at all), receded to just above her slit, before it came back up again as he pushed inside once more. "Shit," Harry gasped, his body trembling in time with hers, "I forgot how- how good it feels, being in you, Tracey."

And it did, better than before. The second time, like the first, she was a borrowed 'home'. This time, not because she was more wet, or more used to his size, for he was much bigger even, but she was more home. Still not his, not entirely, but as if he had been given not just a place to stay, but a place to live, rent-free. Like she had given herself to him, or maybe Daphne had, for as long as he wanted her. Forever, he knew, as he started stroking faster. Even though he'd just climaxed, Harry already felt another one coming on, and hard.

The elven girl had already been shaking and bouncing along the sheets with every thrust, and the sheer tightness of her cunt around his huge dick was enough to drag her back to the edge of the mattress on the downstroke, but when he climaxed, she did too, her lithe form arching up from the bed in a way that made it hard for him to tell if it was from the force of Tracey's orgasm, or his cock bodily lifting her from the womb up. It didn't matter in the end, he supposed, as the now long-familiar bliss of climax made his brain foggy with pleasure while he collapsed over her, actually sated for once, and just aware enough to catch himself on his elbows.

Harry found himself looking down at the girl's almost plain but still quite cute, girl-next-door freckled appearance, framed by a short wash of hair that was now fanned out roughly on the bedspread below her. Tracey's soft eyes were half-lidded while she gasped for breath, her body still shivering and trembling beneath him, mostly around his cock, which was still hard but slowly softening with release as his copious seed dripped out of her around him. But what most captivated Harry at that moment was not the pleased, shagged-out lust in her eyes that wanted more even though she knew she couldn't handle it. Even the peace and contentment he found there.

No, it was the girl's lips. Lips that he knew only Daphne had tasted since she was a small child and might have kissed her parents like only a child can.

"Can I...?" Harry didn't know how to finish the question. It was so simple, so basic compared to the intimacy they had already shared that it seemed almost foolish to ask now.

She could not possibly have known what he was trying to say, he reasoned a few minutes later, but somehow, Tracey nodded faintly, gently, and closed her eyes. Her mouth opened slightly, and he was awash once again with the taste of his semen on a girl's breath, but it was not a put-off. It was intoxicating. Not even arousing, though there was an element of that, one he set aside for the moment. But he had marked her in another way most thoroughly by planting what might as well have been a literal gallon of his cum into her body through either the mouth or vagina, and could have, now that he thought about it.

That single nod was enough for Harry though, spellbound by her complicit desire as he was. He lowered his head, and their mouths touched briefly, lightly, just grazing over each other really. Then again, harder, with more passion, until Harry found his hands curling in her hair, pulling her further toward him, their tongues not just dancing but doing cardio too, as if kickboxing or whatever the latest exercise fad was while moving quickly between his mouth and hers. Something else, something besides fluids of saliva or semen passed between them in those few seconds, but Harry could not name it. All he knew was that after he shrank his penis back to more of a human size, closer to what he'd started with at fifteen before Summoning Lilith, and pulled it out of the girl she was just as much his home as Daphne's. He belonged inside her, with her, and she belonged with him... and Daphne, too.

He did not see the need to explain it, for Tracey seemed to know already. She had, after all, been the first one to say that he was 'for her'. Instead, once he was finally free and the cork of his flesh let the evidence of his pleasure rush out of her with an audible squelch and bubbling sound for a few seconds, Tracey put her own little arms around his neck and lifted her head to kiss him again. "You are for me," she repeated seriously, "you'll father my children."

"I will," Harry heard himself say, "but not with a contract. Because you want me to, and I want to. You are for me."

Tracey suddenly smiled, the most brilliant smile he had seen in months, perhaps ever, and nodded once. Then she lowered herself back onto his arm. "I am tired."

"Okay," he said, and pulled away smoothly, then lifted her into his arms, still nude, with total ease. "Will you grab her clothes, Lilith?"

The diminutive, invisible creature nodded, floating down on wings even he couldn't see to pick them up while she grew to her normal, child-like form, as nude as she preferred to be herself, and followed him out into the common area. The fire was banked low now, everyone had either gone into their rooms or was asleep. There was no light coming from his former bedroom, but a faint line of yellow below Daphne and Tracey's door helped him find it, not that he couldn't see well enough with the low fire, too.

He knocked once with the arm under the girl's sleepy head, and a few seconds later, a nightshirt-clad Daphne opened the door. Her hair was down, without any adornment that he could see for once, nor did she wear earrings or makeup, or anything beneath the gown. Seeing her on almost full display through the sheer fabric was enough for Harry to immediately change his mind about going to sleep, but he had a more pressing matter to attend to at the moment. "Tracey said she was tired," he said by way of explanation.

"I am," the small girl replied softly, snuggling against him for a moment, then twisting to land gracefully on the stone floor, completely shameless of her nudity or the fact that rivers of his cum were still running down her legs and between her cheeks. She leaned up to kiss her girlfriend for a few seconds passionately, but with a great deal more tenderness than she had with Harry. Once she was back on her feet again rather than toes, she whispered, "He is for me," one more time, and then stepped past her to the bed, where she immediately lifted the covers and slipped into them, heedless still of the mess and trail she was making. "Good night, Harry, Good night, Daphne. Love you."

For a moment, Harry thought she might have even meant him in that second part, but he couldn't be sure.

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