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Chap. 72: Miss-Counting the Runes

On Thursday evening during dinner, Harry sent word through an invisible Ginny and Lyra, to his closest circle of friends and a few others, to meet him in the quarters for a ritual, but didn't specify who they would be doing. He had finally recovered from Alra's attention and was feeling randy again, incredibly so, but Luna was not one of the friends he was bringing this time. They were well behind, and needed to do some catching up before she was brought fully into the fold.

Arriving first, he spent a little time chatting with Pansy while he skimmed through the half-inch-thick sheaf of parchment the Carrows had written up on Isabella Ross, but found little more of use. All they really had that he could use was an address for her parents, and a receipt for a month-long anti-conception potion that had worn off, by the looks of it, weeks ago now. After he finished that, in a fit of compassion, Harry stood up behind the couch and kneaded Pansy's tense shoulders as best he could while she worked on her Transfiguration homework.

Hermione was the last one to arrive, and she walked in to see Harry, Pansy, Daphne, Tracey, Ron, Neville, Ginny, Lyra, and Hannah lounging around the common room, either working on homework or chatting with each other. Harry had moved on, by then, from Pansy to Daphne, who had been far more tense than he had expected. She had even resisted his efforts at first, but given in after about thirty seconds. Now, she was as relaxed as he'd ever seen her, as if he had shagged her rotten instead of just massaged her shoulders for a few minutes.

"I thought we were working on homework tonight," Hermione muttered loudly as she glanced around, "not having another orgy."

Harry shrugged, looking up from where he had been staring down Daphne's cleavage (much to Tracey's quiet amusement), "Most of us are done. Aren't you?"

The dig was not taken well, as she frowned, "Well, yes, of course I am. Don't you want me to check your work?"

"If you want to. But I figured we were getting behind. Runes are protective too, remember? I want to bring that fucker down, Hermione, before another girl goes missing. I want everyone to be able to protect themselves. I know, we're all witches and wizards, and one Succubus, but I want everyone as protected as they can get. We were supposed to do these rituals Monday and Tuesday, but I got sidetracked. Everyone else got caught up on homework then. We're fine to mess up your schedule a day, Hermione."

The oldest human in the room looked around at everyone's eager faces, barely concealing their growing lust behind good cheer, though Daphne and Tracey, he could see, were still visibly nervous. They had been told what getting Runes would entail, neither had experienced it yet. He wasn't going to force them now, either. But this would, at least, be an opportunity for them to see what it was like, and that it wasn't all bad.

"Fine," Hermione huffed, then moved into the room, dropped her bag, and sat on Ron's lap, leaning back against him, "Go on, then."

"Excellent. Well, like I said, we're behind on Lilith's Rune-sets. She's got enough energy stored up to do two in a row now, so we're going to try and do one tonight and one tomorrow. If you all are up for it. To be clear, that's a lot of sex between now and Saturday morning. If you aren't up for that, minus classes tomorrow of course, you should bow out now. No one will think less of you."

He looked around the room, but the results were fairly predictable. Ron, who was as randy as he'd ever been, and Neville were of course eager to fuck whoever they could, after having their first Rune-sets for months. Ginny, Hermione, and now Pansy were eager too, the latter almost quivering with excitement after Harry had started getting her worked up with his hands an hour ago. She hadn't participated in an orgy since hers, and then Lavender's Runes were applied, and she was looking forward to being of use again.

Ginny was just as randy as Ron was these days, and always down for a quick (or long) romp. Hannah, equally horny most of the time, however, lifted a hand, "I, uh, I actually haven't done my homework for a couple of days. I want to participate, but... I'll be in trouble if I don't get Sprout's and McGonagall's essays done tonight, since I have their classes tomorrow. Sorry, everyone."

"It's fine," Harry said, waving off her concern, "School should come first, right, Hermione?"

The look she gave him made everyone laugh, including the bookworm herself. This had the convenient effect of making it easy for Hannah to give Neville a searing kiss, and whisper loudly enough for everyone in the room to hear, "Tell me all about it tomorrow night, stud- I'll be here for that one anyway," before she left.

"Right. So, I know we need to get Ron's, and that's one we should really do tonight, if possible, as it's what we're most behind on. Daphne, Tracey, if you two want to decide among yourselves who gets a Rune tomorrow, that'd probably be best. If you decide you want them at all, anyway. You don't have to, of course."

Both of the more taciturn Slytherins blushed as eyes turned to them. Tracey in particular seemed to shrink down into her seat next to her girlfriend. But the blonde straightened her back and met everyone's gaze as evenly as she could. It was a bit impressive, considering how red she was, "We will consider it, Potter."

Harry nodded, "Well, I invited you two tonight just so you could watch. If you'd like to participate, no one will object, I don't think, but you don't have to. You also don't have to watch either if you get uncomfortable, but I figured you'd both like the chance to see what it's like, maybe it can help you decide."

Ron piped up, "Er, Mate, not wanting to throw a spanner in things, but... how're we gonna make it work for me? Neville needs his second Runes, too, sooner or later, doesn't he? I don't really want your stuff on me, though."

Fortunately, Harry had anticipated this question, and as there were only two people- or was it just one- who didn't already know, he shrugged, "Iris will do that part, not me, but I'll be here for most of it."

Several strange looks crossed the room, but Ginny looked more excited than anything else, though Ron was quite relieved as he let out a slow breath, "R- Right. If you're sure, mate, then that'll, uh, work just fine for me."

Neville looked around, clearly lost, "Who's Iris?"

Harry grinned, "I got a surprise for you, Nev, but first... Daphne, is Astoria occupied?"

She nodded, "She's doing homework, Milly's helping her. She said she would... either be back late, or spend the night with a friend in the Ravenclaw dorms. She may also simply stay with Milly, she can keep Astoria safe."

"Alright. Well... shall we head into the dungeon?"

Harry led the way since he was already standing to address the group. So far, everyone except Tracey had actually seen the room already, but the petite Slytherin didn't so much as raise an eyebrow as she glanced around dispassionately. If she hadn't been showing signs of arousal, with the points of her tiny breasts poking into her uniform blouse, or the occasional nibble of her lower lip, Harry would have thought she was just not interested in the night's planned activity. It had been pretty off-putting, the first couple of times he'd shagged the small girl, how little she reacted. Now, he had come to revel in it, and worked hard to coax every little squeak and hiss of pleasure from her he could when they could find time together.

Even if doing so made Daphne insanely jealous, because Tracey had confessed to Harry that she had told her girlfriend she honestly had no preference between the two for sex, and enjoyed being with both of them equally. Harry personally didn't know why his first lover was so concerned about it. She was the one who had told him first that while she, Daphne, was a lesbian and only ever wanted to be with him as far as males went, Tracey was bisexual and did find other men attractive as well.

To date, though, while she had admitted to being with two other male partners, as far as Harry knew he was the only man to have actually had sex with her, which implied, to him, that she'd blown both of them... and been markedly unimpressed with their performance.

Maybe tonight will show her that men can last a while, besides just me. And if they don't want to be with other blokes, that's fine, too. There's always Lilith, Hermione, Ginny, and Pansy. But we can do the basic Runes with just me, Lilith, and their girlfriend, so it should work out fine.

"Ron, you alright with going tonight?"

The taller boy hesitated for a moment as he glanced around, visibly nervous. Performance anxiety, perhaps? He looked a little green, actually...

For the benefit of the two newcomers who hadn't yet seen a ritual in action, he ran through the process in brief again, then turned back to his best friend, "Alright, mate. You know I - or Iris - will have to do one part, and Lilith another, but who else do you want to be involved?"

"To clarify," Lyra pointed out, "While the others do not have to necessarily be involved in pleasing you for the first set of Runes - Master is quite correct that it takes just myself, him, and one other - for this second set you will need six participants, again counting myself and Master as two. And as we have seen with others, you will still need to make use of someone's mouth, their vagina, and their anus."

Daphne too turned a little green, but beside her Pansy shivered in delight as she glanced at Ron. Harry suppressed a grin as he noticed. Ron must have truly left an impression last time, if she wants him to bugger her that badly. She's dripping for it, I bet.

Ron looked around, including at the two newcomers, but Daphne shook her head, "No way, not this time. No offense, Weasley, but... you aren't my type. We're just watching. If we do anything tonight, it'll be with each other."

The tall boy only shrugged nonchalantly, "None taken, Greengrass. Just- just checking." After he had looked around the room, though, he shrugged, "I mean, aside from the necessary and Hermione, I don't- uh, really care all that much, I s'pose. Parkinson, and... Iris, of course."

His glare told Harry that his and Lyra's cunning plan had been spotted by at least one person, but he wasn't going to object. Even if it would make things awkward later. There were only so many girls available tonight (or only so many that had been invited, he knew Lavender at least would have been delighted to participate, but right now she was keeping some of the more inquisitive Gryffindors busy at Harry's request, so no one would notice or comment on the sixth-year boys dorm being completely empty this evening), and that was by design.

Finally Ron came to a decision, "I- I guess it may as well be Iris last. Um... Hermione first? I'll do the mouth first."

"Yay!"

Those who were familiar with Hermione's tastes chuckled. They, like Harry, knew she loved giving head, and wanted to always be the one to suck off a guy if possible.

"Then, I think Lyra for the, uh, normal way, and Iris for the- the other thing?"

Harry found himself pinking a little at the thought, but nodded. When Ron had first buggered Iris, when he had been attached to the X-frame behind the head of the bed, it had been an eye-opening experience for both of them. Somewhere in Harry's head, despite himself recoiling from the idea of a man going up there, Iris cheered. With Pansy's help too, he, Ginny, and Hermione each took one of Ron's arms and legs after he stripped, red-faced, and attached them to the bed-posts as usual. He was already hard and throbbing, his long, slender erection pointing up past the headboard of the bed. With a murmur, Harry pulled out his wand next and conjured another couch, almost identical to other one that was still there despite having been conjured before Christmas now, "While each of the first three go," he explained to Daphne and Tracey, "the rest of us can pretty much do whatever. Watch, play with ourselves, each other. Feel free to enjoy the room and its toys. They all get sterilized by magic after every use, so that's not something you have to worry about. Or just take a seat and watch, like I said."

Daphne glanced over at Ron, red-faced as she was, then back at Harry hurriedly, though he noted with amusement how her blue eyes lingered on his best mate's dick, "A- And what will the rest of you be doing in the meantime?"

"Well, most've us have got Runes," Ginny said with a grin, "and two our second set. Only Neville and Ron don't, but Nev has had his first set long enough he can go several rounds without stopping when he needs to. So while Hermione gets my brother warmed up, I plan to have Harry stuff my twat with his dick, while Lyra sits on my face. Neville can do what he wants with Parkinson, I guess. Unless there's some objection?"

Meanwhile, Hermione, glancing herself at the newcomers, stripped down to nothing and then knee-walked onto the bed on the far side from the first couch, giving the lot of them a show with her own delicious body before she reached down to gently grip Ron's dick and start pumping slowly. Harry, though, had other plans, "Actually, I need a word with both of you and Pansy really quick, separately, but it can wait for now. Nev, you too in fact."

Tracey looked away from where Hermione was giving Ron a hand-job to ensure he was fully hard, and turned her attention toward Ginny, "I was under the impression your family did things in a more traditional way, Miss Weasley."

It might've been the first time Neville or Ginny had ever heard the small girl speak, but Daphne was the one who seemed most surprised by the question. Ginny, in response, only grinned, "Well, I do like cock, don't get me wrong, but I love eating pussy, too. Why? want to experiment? See how another girl does it?"

Both of the Slytherins turned bright scarlet, and even Pansy chuckled weakly before admitting, "She- she is rather good at it."

"Enough teasing," Harry laughed, "leave them alone... for now. Lyra, why don't you sit on Ginny for now, like she said. Neville, c'mere for just a moment? Just to the far corner."

A few seconds later, he leaned in to whisper, "Look, something relatively new this year, that's why you haven't heard, we weren't keeping you out of the loop on purpose. There's another Harry, of sorts. There was a polyjuice mishap, for lack of a better term, and... I'm Iris, too. Different person, same body. Female, a different mind and personality, but it's still me in lots of ways. Just a different version of me, like if I'd been born a girl or something. When I give Ron his stuff for this set of Runes, I'll be a girl. Same with you if you want it. If you don't, that's fine, you don't ever have to get it. Just telling you now so you aren't surprised later."

The implications of what he had just said took Neville several seconds to process, and he looked back and forth from Harry to where Hermione was now licking and starting to nibble on Ron's cap several times before he murmured, "So... you and Ron have already... done it? Like, as a girl? Not... like two blokes?"

"Nope, not as two blokes," Harry chuckled, "and we never will. It's kind of weird, I'll admit, because when I'm her it's a different me. Like the bloke-Harry goes to sleep, and the girl Harry- Iris wakes up. When she's done, she goes to sleep and I wake up. Physically, I'm a hundred-percent girl when I'm Iris. So, um... well, yeah."

Neville frowned, then shrugged, "Whatever, I guess. I'll see how it goes tonight before I decide, yeah? And I can always change my mind later if I don't do it tomorrow, right?"

"Sure can. At least, while Lyra's around."

Neville nodded, "Right. Uh... don't take this the wrong way, but I don't really wanna shag Parkinson. It was alright for her Runes, but... I still remember a lot of the stuff she's said to me over the years."

"That's fine," Harry told him seriously, "but she really has changed. It's up to you, you know we'll never force you."

"Right. Uh... so I guess I'll go get Ginny to suck me for now, then."

"Alright, mate. Send over Pansy, would you?"

"Sure."

He was joined by the raven-bobbed haired girl a few seconds later, but unlike Neville, she was more easily able to keep herself from watching Hermione, now deepthroating Ron vigorously as she climbed over to present him her twat to eat out by virtue of putting the action at her back, "Yes, Harry?"

"First, thank you for coming," he told her seriously, and slipped an arm around her waist to pull the girl into a hug. She was stiff at first, but eventually she relented, and put her own arms around his waist to return it.

"Thank you. It... it means a lot. To be... included."

"You mean a lot to me," he admitted, "I... More than I ever expected, that's for sure. That's not why I called you over, though."

"Oh?"

"No... unfortunately, I do have actual business and a request for you tonight."

"Go on."

"Secret, though, alright? At least for now. Seriously, between you, me, and Lyra. No one else."

Pansy's eyes narrowed fractionally, but she sighed after just a moment and relaxed, "I do trust you, Harry. Please don't betray that."

"I won't," he laughed, "It's nothing... bad. Just... unusual. See, we have a cunning little plan, Lyra and I, but we need your help today. You may have noticed there's only so many girls, right? And two of them aren't going to do anything with Ron, and nor is Neville. Even if Iris shows up that's not enough. It takes six."

Pansy nodded, "Unless... We- Ginevra?"

Harry grinned, glancing over her shoulder to see the others watching Hermione's performance raptly, "Exactly. They probably won't shag. But they've spent the summer pleasuring each other orally, and most of the first half of the year, too. The only favor I need from you when- if, but probably when- she starts blowing him is to tell us all, out loud, how hot you find it."

Pansy recoiled, but didn't seem visibly disgusted, only surprised, "I, but- but- I don't think it's that hot. Isn't it- you know, bad?"

Harry only leaned in to whisper quietly, "Was it bad when your cousin took your virginity? Or did you enjoy it?"

"That was a cousin," she hissed back, "they are siblings."

"And pure-blood as they come," he returned, "But he's not going to knock her up. The first set of Runes is good against diseases and things, but the second set makes it so you can't impregnate or become pregnant unless both partners want that to happen. And that's if they were going to shag, which I don't think they will."

Pansy looked skeptical, and glanced over her shoulder for a moment, "But... I remember what it was like when... I got the first set. The second, you said, is... more. Will they be able to hold back?"

"Ron's tied up," Harry reminded her, "and his first set was relatively calm. Lyra wasn't as powerful then, or our bond as concrete, but that's why we restrain people now. Ginny's had her second for almost a full year, she was one of the first to get them. They'll be fine."

"Well... alright. But you'll owe me, Potter."

"I expect nothing less. I'll pay you in climaxes, shall I? Oh, wait- you still owe me about twenty."

"Screw you, Potter," Pansy giggled, pushing against his chest uselessly, "You'll owe me five more tonight, at minimum, for outing... my enjoyment of such things. And in front of Gryffindors and Slytherins both!"

"Well, that I can deliver. Or maybe I'll make Ron pay you- he did enjoy your tight little bum rather a lot, didn't he?" She stalked away, red-faced, but Harry didn't feel bad. Pansy had enjoyed being used quite as much as Ron had enjoyed using her while she'd been in the pillory, he knew.

Ron was unleashing his first load of the night into Hermione's eager mouth when he came back around the couch, and Lyra, already one orgasm in by the look of Ginny's wet face, hopped off the younger girl to raise a hand and siphon the liquid out of the bushy-haired witch's mouth. Hermione pouted when it was gone, but Lyra only leaned in to nibble on her lip, "Sorry, beautiful, but we need this for your boy-toy, remember?"

With practiced ease, Lyra switched her form, the first time she'd done so in front of Daphne and Tracey, into the taller, buxom but pink-haired body Ron found most alluring on her, then climbed the rest of the way onto the bed and lowered herself sideways onto his shaft, "Ah... you're so deep, Ron," the Succubus sighed, and started riding him even while a hand kept an inch-diameter globe of swirling, pearlescent white hovering in front of her with a hand.

To his left, Neville was pulling Ginny onto his lap, with Pansy sitting next to them. With a wink in his direction, Hermione came around the bed to sit, not with him and their closest friends, but with Tracey and Daphne instead. He listened with half an ear as she started up a quiet conversation about technique, swapping things she'd learned about getting a girl off from Ginny and Lilith for... well, the chance to explain how to best suck a dick. While Daphne appeared a little annoyed by that part, Tracey listened raptly, and both were happy to share with the girl he'd loved the longest.

On the bed, Ron was already red-faced, probably nearing orgasm again, even though it had just been a minute or so since Lilith sat on him, thanks to her amazing technique. She would be freed up for Iris to take over soon enough, so he could wait. In the meantime, he slowly began undressing. He was fine being naked in front of everyone in the room now, so didn't see the point in waiting. Neville was the only one he'd never been intimate with, and after the next day, it was likely even that would be changed thanks to Iris.

Still, the moment the last of his clothes hit the floor, with everyone else's, eyes locked onto him, Harry began to change.

By the time Iris was in control again, Lilith was slowly edging her way off of Ron, and another silvery line of white spiraled out of her pussy upward, coiling and twisting through the air to join the earlier load.

"G- Gimme a second," Ron gasped, staring hungrily at Lilith's profile and Iris' front as she turned toward him, "I- just need a minute. That was... fast. Really fast."

"That's because I'm still the best," Lilith giggled, then leaned down to kiss Iris' lips briefly, "Have fun, Mistress. Whenever you want. He's just complaining because his balls ache, but he'll be fine tomorrow after the Runes kick in."

Iris, though, was more patient than Harry, if not by much. So she turned away and walked toward Pansy. There, she spread her legs and put her hands on her little, dainty hips, giving the taller girl the chance to stare for several seconds, before turning around and showing her backside. Then, in front of Daphne and Tracey, who'd already seen her this way, "Still not going to participate? That's fine, just reminding you what you're missing if you stick to yourselves tonight."

Only then, after taunting everyone, and getting Neville envious he didn't get his own show, despite impaling Ginny with his fat dick, did Iris climb onto the bed herself and lower her pussy toward Ron's mouth, rather than what he had expected.

"Sorry, Ron," she teased, "I don't think I can cum just from my ass... you'll have to warm me up."

"Oh, no," he moaned, "not that."

He, of course, went about the task with gusto, and soon Iris was shivering as she gushed over his face. He wasn't quite as good as Ginny, but Ron had been practicing for a while, and gotten pretty damned good at it.

Now, lubed up with her own juices, Iris lowered her mouth to his dick and spat on it a few times, then raised up and, facing Ron to give the girls a bit more of a direct show, reached back to angle Ron toward her rectum.

Inch by inch he vanished inside, and Iris sighed at the pleasant fullness. Not enough to hurt by width, but he was so very deep inside her belly! After letting herself adjust for a few seconds, Iris started moving slowly, gently riding Ron. They had all night, there was no need to rush, despite Lyra's and even Hermione's hurried jobs earlier. Harry could have his fun with the girls all night, but for now, she wanted hers, and she wanted to enjoy it.

To Iris' right, Neville was now making Ginny bounce up and down while both faced her, and Pansy was touching herself through her panties, her skirt hiked up around her with one leg on the couch. Over her shoulder, the girl could see Hermione, now with one hand on her breasts and one between her legs, masturbating for the viewing pleasure of the two newcomers. Daphne and Tracey were still fully clothed, but the smaller girl's hand was down through Daphne's collar, clearly massaging one of the tits beneath the shirt as she knelt behind the blonde.

Much like in the halls, public displays of sexuality were becoming more easily accepted here, too.

All too soon, though her pace was leisurely and sedate, Iris felt a certain coiling heat build between and above her legs, even though he was definitely in her ass, "Going to cum soon, Ron," she said as she leaned down over him, dragging her tight nipples across his chest for a little more pleasure, "You can cum when you want to. Again, and again."

She tried to keep it going slowly, but as soon as she finished talking, Ron, bound but still able to thrust, had her bouncing and almost coming off his long rod with every bucking thrust of his hips. Iris cried out, almost losing her balance, and landed face-down, ass-up on Ron's thin but well-muscled chest. Reflex alone kept her from slipping off of him as Iris caught herself with her hands framing Ron's head. That, in turn, left her in place for his cock to hammer into her again and again, madly, forceful, as all pretense of taking his time vanished, "Cum on my dick, Iris," Ron growled in her ear, "Cum on my dick from your ass!"

"Y- Yes, yes, yesyesyes, yeesssss!"

Mid-cry, she orgasmed, and another followed moments after the first as Ron did too. His long-established first set of Runes had him pumping again, again, and again some more into her belly, until she felt distended and bloated from it, after perhaps thirty or more long, powerful shots.

Then, slowly, he lowered himself and her back to the bed, and she weakly climbed forward and off of him, her anus clenched tight. His cum was a precious gift, she didn't want to lose it!

Only, no matter how tightly she held, some of it started leaking out... and then more, and more. Soon, she felt empty and hollow again, and when she turned, there was Lilith, still in Ron's bustier preferred form, holding what was now a foot-thick sphere in the air, "He gave you a lot, Mistress," Lilith cooed with a giggle.

Iris panted, gasping for breath she didn't know she had been lacking, and joined the others in watching as Lyra climbed up between Ron's legs and started drawing. A few seconds later, as they realized their seats weren't the best for this, Tracey and Daphne stood to get a better view.

Iris did not notice that she went back to sleep, nor did Harry truly realize he had come back, but a few minutes later, he, not she, realized he could at least partially understand the Runes being drawn, one layer after another, over and over again onto Ron's skin just above where her other hand held his cock out of the way, still raging-hard.

A trio of them in a reverse triangle, two at the top and one at the bottom in the hollow formed by the tendons that kept his dick upright. The left was Power, the right, Wisdom, and the bottom, Tenacity.

Concepts, words, ideas, Runes.

Together, they could mean a number of things, he now understood, based on their orientation and how they were read. That they were placed on or at the genitals suggested that they, the core Runes of the array (and layered over his first set, Harry also remembered), would first improve Ron's sexuality before any other factor. How they would do so, he wasn't sure, yet.

Soon, though, he was randy again, and turned away from the Runes Lyra was drawing, even while Pansy climbed atop Ron once there was room to give him her ass, as well, in another gentle, slow ride.

Now, Hermione was sucking on Neville, while Ginny played with her tits, and opened her legs for Harry. With a grin toward Tracey and Daphne, he stepped toward his pet, and entered her in a smooth motion. Ginny gasped and shuddered, convulsing around him before he even started to move.

Another hour passed in a haze for Harry, as he felt assaulted by rising passion and pleasure all around him, his friends and lovers' emotions entering and filtering into his being through his connection with Lilith, which was much stronger now than the last time they'd done one of these Rune-sets. It was... almost too much, and before he knew it, even while he was jackhammering into Hermione's pussy and Neville stretched Ginny's bum while Pansy made out with him, a thing Harry thought he would not see this evening, he found himself crying for the sheer strength of joy and belonging he felt surrounded by, and from, these people.

It was far, far more than just sex, though that was a part of it too.

He loved them, each and every one, and through Lilith, he knew they loved him too.

This was what he had always wanted.

Family.

"Mother of my children," he whispered.

Below him, naked, sweaty, gasping for breath in the heights of ecstasy, Hermione moaned, but did not react. He doubted she had even heard him.

On the other couch, Tracey was beneath Daphne now, both girls with their skirts off and shirts opened, sixty-nining each other, the rest of them temporarily forgotten. They would have his children, too. It may have started by near-rape, and contract, but it was more now. Tracey had said it first, given words to what he had only been able to describe as 'home' before, "He is for me," she had said.

He was. And she was for him.

Even Ron, and Neville, in their own ways. Brothers, and more for the part of him that was Iris.

Neville may have been stuffing Ginny's cute little bum with his dick, but Hannah would carry the other man's children. Ginny would only carry Harry's. Maybe, just maybe, if they both want to, I'll let them have one together, she and Ron, a dark, kinky part of Harry admitted to himself. If the Runes could protect against disease, maybe they could prevent genetic abnormalities, too? He'd have to remember to ask Lilith.

Shortly after he gave Hermione another load that made her belly swell before he withdrew and at least two cups of semen emptied onto the cushions of the couch (and thank the House-Elves for the cleaning every time it got soiled- they'd been working so hard this year!), Harry watched as Pansy's face and body seized in clear orgasm, even while she was nearly thrown from Ron's lurching body as he let another torrent into her intestines.

Once she had clambered off of him to rest, wincing, Lyra had added that load to her supply and started sketching even more Runes. A thicker set, larger and blockier, up both sides of Ron's pectoral muscles and onto his shoulders, a mirror of each other. Unity, Tenacity, and Protection. Guardian? Both, maybe?

Harry wasn't sure, but this was a quad of Runes in a square, not a triangle. So far, vertical line of Rune-sets up his chest had been the trios of various types. With a grin, Harry pulled Hermione's head down onto his lap and made her eat her up juices combined with his. It was a task she took to with relish. Three loads in himself, Neville was otherwise a bystander, but Harry also knew he had plenty left to give since he'd had his own Runes for several months now, too. He climbed up behind Hermione and started plowing her still-dripping cunt, heedless of Harry's seed there, with desperate abandon.

After a few seconds, with obviously false regret tinging her voice, Ginny murmured loudly, "Oh, Harry, I think you miscounted- there's not enough girls to go around, unless both Daphne and Tracey want to shag my brother! What are we going to do?"

Even while gagging on his cock, Hermione sent one amused eye up in Harry's direction. He grinned down at her, then looked up with faked surprise, "Oh, I did? Shite, looks like you're right, Ginny. I guess we'll have to call it off- you obviously don't want your brother to face-fuck you. Especially not after he's been in a filthy Slytherin's bum-hole!"

Lilith chimed in, pausing in her sketching, "Oh, did we miscount? Oh, no! What are we going to do, Master?"

Ginny heaved a great, too-long sigh, "Well, as long as it just stays between us, I guess I can... just this once."

Not even Daphne and Tracey, who barely knew the younger girl, bought it, Harry was sure.

Because the moment she was done speaking, Ginny threw herself over Ron's legs and started slurping at his cum-dripping dick much like Hermione had done before she really got going, "Mm... tastes... pretty... good, big- big brother..."

Ron was able, somehow, to glance between Lilith's legs (and even stop himself from licking at her folds, in the bargain) long enough to send a worried look toward Pansy and the other Slytherins.

But Daphne and Tracey were still lost in each other.

Pansy...?

She was shagged-out, Runes or not. Still, she weakly glanced toward Harry, and then moaned dutifully, "That's so hot."

Her acting was actually better, since she wasn't as in on the joke.

Still, it at least got Ron to relax, and even let himself enjoy it. Not, Harry knew, like he hadn't been enjoying Ginny's attention for seven months. This time, it was just more open, and in front of more than just the initial group.

Cries of pleasure, moans of ecstasy and loss of control, filled the room along with the squishing and slapping of bodies coming together at high speeds, and for several more minutes, Harry was lost in the pleasure of Hermione's throat and mouth, even jostled back and forth as she was by Neville's thumping.

The fifth out of the minimum six required, Ron was going to last a little longer. He'd planned it that way for Ginny's benefit, to reward his kinky little incestuous pet with a longer bit of fun, and to make sure Ron fully gave himself over to the idea in future. His family, Harry's future family, was going to be open. If you wanted someone, you could have them (unless they said no), society be damned. At least, once of an age to know what they were agreeing to. The part of his soul that was essentially that of a Succubus demanded it, and the rest of him didn't want to disagree.

Besides, it was fun, doing the taboo, wasn't it? It made it better in so many ways, like Luna and her plant-girl, it was exotic, special.

And even though Ginny would never be Hermione's equal for loving blowjobs, it was obvious how much she truly loved her brother in the way she worshiped his man-flesh with her mouth.

When Ron finally gave her what she was looking for, Ginny was there for him next, joining Hermione in blowing him, his cock aching as it moved between their eager mouths.

Then Pansy was cleaning Hermione's girl-cum off Neville, and taking him in her stretched-open mouth too.

Harry let his first two human girls, well, the first two he loved, have another load each, one after the other, and relaxed back into the couch while they kissed, swapping his cum between them for a few moments over him, when he felt a strange ping on his consciousness.

Strange, but one he knew well- just not as intimately as he was experiencing it now.

Master, I think we may have made an error. Even with your other Pet, we're still short one.

Harry only grinned and sat up, "Excuse me, ladies," then stepped over the kneeling red-head and over to the other couch.

Both of them were on their sides now, Daphne the big spoon with her hands around Tracey's petite little breaths, and both were still breathing heavily, red-faced and -necked, with mussed hair and clothes, though most of them were bare now, "Sorry, girls, I miscounted- I do need one more girl for Ron. Volunteers? Honest mistake, I swear."

It was, even.

"Potter," Daphne growled.

Before she could get further, though, Tracey had pulled herself free and said softly, "I'll give him my mouth. My pussy is for you two. But I don't mind sharing that."

Harry, starting to get a little tired as it had been over two hours since they started, sat down next to Daphne and pulled her head into his lap, "I'm not- not sucking you in front of the others," she hissed quietly, glaring up at him.

"Not asking you to, sweetie," he murmured back, "I was honestly just going to rub your scalp a little... like... this."

She was stiff at first as he ran his fingers through her hair, but by the sixth and seventh pass, Daphne had relaxed completely. She seemed lost, in fact, in watching her girlfriend give a relative stranger a blowjob. It wasn't the first time. She had done it with Harry too, but this seemed somehow different. As if Tracey's statement about sharing her mouth was more meaningful than a mere statement.

It honestly made Harry wonder. Tracey didn't speak often, but when she did it seemed to carry a lot of weight, "He is for me," being the first time he'd experienced the feeling, but that simple bit about sharing her mouth had the same punch to it.

The same ring as when he thought of certain people as home, or family.

It was truth, he now realized. Not just something he knew was right, like two plus two equals four. But, truth, of a more profound aspect, one of the most basic facets of the cosmos, of all of existence.

It was almost... religious, in a way, how deeply he felt the statement true.

"You love her," Harry whispered, "So deeply I can feel it, and I can see it. She loves you just as much, you know."

"I know," Daphne whispered back, "I just... I am scared, sometimes. Times like... well, this."

"Because you can't or don't want to share in that way? Or you don't want to share her?"

Daphne shook her head on his lap. It was not at all sexual for him, this moment, but more intimate, vulnerable than he could ever remember her being. That Daphne Greengrass, the Ice Queen herself, was allowing herself to remain this way, told Harry far more about her than he thought she would ever know. She really did trust him. Him, Tracey, and probably no one else, not even her sister or parents, quite as much, "It's... more that I don't want to lose her, if she... she finds someone she likes more."

Harry nodded, he had wrestled with that himself. First with Hermione, of course, but then Ginny, "I have found," he eventually murmured, while Pansy, Ginny, Hermione, and Neville switched partners and positions again, Neville finally giving in and ramming Pansy's rear too, while the girls swapped saliva or fed her their twats, "that sharing really does mean caring. There's an old muggle phrase, I'll probably mess it up, but... 'If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was.'"

"That's something I've heard before," Daphne told him.

"Well... right now, you are setting Tracey free, much like you did with me. It's a risk, it can be painful. What if she doesn't come back to you? I get it, I promise you I do. Every time one of my girls, any of them, is with Ron, or Neville, or someone else, there's a tiny little twinge in me, even now."

"Your girls?"

He grinned down at her pointed question, just two words, "My family. You and Tracey are included, you know. I care far more than some silly contract would make me do."

She let her eyes narrow, and relaxed back onto his lap, almost purring as his hands continued sliding through her silky, golden hair.

"But every time I see them with someone else, I see two people I care about, even if I care far more about one person than the other, enjoying each other, having fun... expressing their own love for the other. For me, that's what I want. I want my family, my girls, and yes my blokes too as Iris, to be happy. I can make them happy. I know I can. Or at least, they can be happy with me. But why would I want to limit them? They can be happy together, too. It's more love, more happiness, more... pleasure. Why would I hold that away from them? I know, it's 'natural' to want it for yourself. I just... don't feel that way myself. I never really have."

Daphne nodded, but didn't say anything.

Tracey finally got Ron to climax after a few more minutes, and sat up, licking the taste of him from her lips for several seconds while she looked down at the slowly softening dick, then over at him and Daphne. She grinned, then belched as the mass of Ron's cum left her throat and stomach all at once to join the now much-diminished sphere before Lilith.

She was nearly done with his arms, but the work continued apace. Now, though, Ron was allowed a break, and he quickly fell asleep as Tracey came back over to sit on the side of the couch flanking Harry, and leaned down to put her head on his shoulder. The action on the other couch continued, but slower, more leisurely, the girls now giving Pansy her pleasure in turn while Neville rested, "When I first Summoned Lilith, it was because I was lonely. Horny too, of course, but what I didn't recognize... I didn't know how to recognize, was that it was mostly just being lonely. I had two friends, in a vast sea of people my age, and even adults I could have been friends with. Hagrid, sure, but that's just one. Even Sirius and Remus, as much as I love and respect them, were my parents' friends. For me, they're more like... uncles. And my actual uncle and his family? Well, his wife, my mother's sister, is an utter cow in the worst way, a lot like Pansy used to be, actually. Their son turned out alright after I saved his soul from Dementors, but before that he was a waste of space too. I had no one, except Ron and Hermione.

"And I knew they loved each other. I loved Hermione too, of course, and it turned out that I was her first- but she'd gone down on him before that, just once. She was, I'm happy to report, in love with both of us. Things might've turned out very differently if it weren't that way. But since she did... and I loved Ron like a brother, how could I deny them that happiness? I denied my own instead. Only Hermione wouldn't have it. I had Lilith then, but we... found a way. We shared. Tried it out, just once, to check for jealousy. Do we seem jealous of each other's pleasure?"

"No," Daphne admitted quietly, "You all seem... happy. Not just shagged silly. The way you talk to each other, it's... mesmerizing."

"That's what I mean by family," he told her, "You and Tracey are my family too. You're already inside, you just have to realize it. You don't have to shag anyone you don't want to. I'd never force that on you, or anyone else, ever again. I've learned that lesson. You have no idea how guilty I felt, and sometimes still feel, for what I did to Pansy and you, Daphne. Even if it turned out well, it's... luck. And I hate relying on luck."

"That's good, Harry Potter," Tracey murmured into his ear, "because while I'll share my mouth, my tight little pussy belongs to you and Daphne alone. Maybe, maybe your slutty little Succubus... eventually, after Daphne gives in to that pleasure. I belong to her and you, no one else. You are for me."

"Family," he murmured again.

Eventually, Ginny and Pansy came over to service him again, while the group wore Ron out from his second set of Runes. And Daphne and Tracey, unaltered themselves, quickly fell asleep on the couch after their second round together.

(O)(O)(O)

When Harry woke the next morning, he was not getting his dick sucked on, or ridden, or even stroked leisurely by one of the many sweat and cum-drenched bodies he had finally fallen asleep amidst. Hermione, Ginny, and Neville were gone, and Lyra was on her knees lapping at Pansy's cunt while Ron, half-hard and looking more exhausted than Harry felt by far, idly played with her tits, pushing one into the other, and then back, or occasionally tweaking them. Pansy, it seemed, had been ordered by Lyra not to move, for she was otherwise laying motionless aside from trembles in her body, staring pointedly at the ceiling as the two molested her.

Harry thought she was probably feeling incredibly aroused and useful at the moment, enjoying every bit of what they were doing with her, though neither seemed to be trying to get themselves off, or even focus overmuch on her own climax.

Daphne and Tracey were now dressed, and sitting on the same couch they had occupied the previous night, looking much more put-together. What had woken him, Harry thought, was the blonde asking a question of Ron.

The ginger shrugged, lifting one hand off their House-mate's breasts to turn it back and forth in front of his face, "Donno," he shrugged after a few seconds, going back to pinch Pansy's nipples one after the other, and give her tits a squeeze, then resume his previous idle play, "Hermione noticed hers right away. I don't reckon there's any harm in telling you, she can see magic. Different enchantments, charms, hexes, and so on show up as different colors and intensities. She's told me a bit about it, she reckons she can identify most spells based on how they look alone. Ginny can- well... maybe I shouldn't say hers. She likes to keep it a secret."

Harry grinned in silence, not moving aside from his eyes and keeping them half-lidded as he continued to listen.

"No one else has done the second Rune-set yet. Donno why Harry pushed for it so fast, to be honest."

Lyra looked up from between Pansy's legs, her cherubic, half-Japanese face glistening with fluids, "It's because, even though Lavender and Pansy have the first set too, they haven't had them as long. It wouldn't take as well, wouldn't be as powerful. You and Neville could have gotten yours sooner. Hannah could probably be early for a second set too, if she wants them."

Then, after she finished talking, the Succubus continued into Harry's head, "Master, most of the others are preparing for classes. Daphne and Tracey, despite being the first to pass out, woke up a fair bit earlier and are essentially ready aside from the rest of their uniforms. Ronald is probably attending, but he may be... distracted, as the Runes acclimate. They've been talking about what powers he's going to get. I haven't seen any indication yet, but the Runes lean toward something defensive in nature."

"Alright, Lilith. Sounds good. Let them keep going, if you don't mind. It's interesting, Ron carrying on a conversation with three Slytherins... and no shouting. He's come a long way."

His pet sent feelings of affirmation and amused agreement through their connection, but didn't communicate in words again. Instead, Tracey asked a quiet question, "Even you can't tell, Lyra?"

Again, the Succubus paused in her oral work, "No. I can't tell with anyone, not until they actively manifest at least. I could perhaps identify a power based on a description, but I don't even technically need a Succubus Power to transfer it, only the ability to have it. He could have almost anything."

Daphne frowned along with Ron, "And you've tried everything?"

"Everything Lyra said, yeah," the tall boy nodded, giving Pansy's boobs another tweak and then standing from the bed to stretch, his cock hard now and standing upright, "I'm gonna go find Hermione. I need another blowjob before breakfast. Those Runes are making me fucking randy."

Lyra looked a little annoyed that she hadn't been asked to trade partners, but Pansy chose that moment to finally climax, so she was appeased by licking up more juices.

Harry sat up too, taking over playing with his slave's left breast for a few seconds himself, but less energetically than even Ron as she came down from her climax, "Morning, ladies. Can't believe I slept that long."

Again, Lyra had the answer, "I can. You gave more of yourself for the ritual than usual, and were actively engaged for hours past everyone but me and Ron. It makes sense. You've only been asleep for a little over two hours."

"Yeah, but still," Harry murmured, "I don't... feel like it was that short. Iris is more tired than I am."

Lyra only shrugged half-heartedly and turned to the more dressed Slytherins, "You needn't make a decision now, but having seen the second ritual, I can say definitively that the first one is easier. It doesn't take quite the numbers, for one. Three is the minimum, instead of six, and with myself, Master, and one other, that's all we need. So it would just be the four of us."

Harry knew that wasn't exactly accurate, as he, Ron, and Hermione had all gotten their first Runes with just their own seed and Lilith's, though Harry had been there for Ron's. But he also knew that the base set Ron and Hermione had been given was weaker, and that it had taken longer to grow to full strength than the newer ones had. His own, applied before he'd even had sex with the Succubus, had come in several stages for the first set, and never had another partner to begin with. But he let it slide, knowing the girls were probably more comfortable that way.

"That being said," Lyra continued, "if you do get the first set, you'll want the second eventually. I don't say that because everyone does, but because you two are both sexually charged enough you'll want it, if only to have more sex more often and feel better doing it. But, if we are careful, we shouldn't need to add a man besides Master. It'd be your girlfriend, Master, myself, and likely Hermione, Ginny, and Pansy here. We also have the options of Hannah and Lavender, of course."

"But still, no pressure," Harry added, "I just want you safe. You don't have to get Runes to be safe, it's just more safe if you get them. But you'll never get a disease or unwanted pregnancy from me or any of the others that have them. That alone makes it worth getting the second set, if you ask me. You'd never have to worry about it from anyone. The extra stamina and physical attributes is a very nice bonus, though."

"Alright, alright," Daphne muttered weakly, "You've convinced me, alright? I don't know when, though. You say you have a line, and I don't want to cut."

"I do," Harry admitted, "And it seems like it gets longer every day, but we are trying to power through it. The only people who are ahead of you now are Katie Bell, our Quidditch Captain, and Luna Lovegood. Maybe Susan Bones... if she decides she wants them."

Tracey nodded and stood up, taking her girlfriend's hand to pull her to her feet, too, "We should finish getting ready. Thank you... Harry. It was enlightening and entertaining."

Harry grinned. Knowing he and Lyra had essentially tricked the group into accepting Ron and Ginny orally pleasing each other was nice, but having made the honest mistake of miscounting in that same trick and convincing Tracey to blow his best mate in front of her girlfriend had been even more fun. Not that he expected it a lot. In fact, he felt a little bad about it.

Not bad enough that as the other two left the room, he wasn't going to use his slut, though, "Open your legs, Pansy. Master wants you."

"Okay," she murmured softly and obeyed. He slid inside her already drenched pussy easily, the smooth silk of it deep and narrow, always less wrinkled than others he had been with but no less pleasurable for it.

He started moving slowly and leisurely as he looked over at Lyra, "How long before breakfast?"

"About ten minutes. You should probably climax fast, if you're going to shower. I'm going to go see if I can scare a reaction out of Ron, then go check on Astoria. I'm sure she's alright, but Daphne asked."

"Alright. Thanks, love."

The Succubus beamed at him as she transformed into a hideous mockery of her true form, something ugly and stilted, then stalked on uneven legs out into the common area's bathroom. Even though his best mate's shriek of terror and surprise was amusing, it didn't seem to provoke the response Lilith wanted, for disappointment came over their connection afterward.

Soon, though, Harry's attention was turned back toward Pansy, and he leaned down to kiss her tenderly, surprising the girl as he did, "Thank you for being yourself, love," he told her too, "Giving yourself so freely makes me happy. I want you to know that. And I don't want you to worry about not having a place to go if Milly loses her home, or if it's not safe after school. I'll always take care of you. You're mine now."

"Thank you," Pansy whispered, her dark eyes tearing up slightly beneath him, "I didn't want to say anything..."

"I know. But you're mine, and I love you."

"I love you too, Harry..."

When at last both were finished, they had to hurry to shower before breakfast was over, and still almost missed it.

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